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Chivalry

citation: *song lyrics - Just for Now, Michael Crean

Knight!Diluc x fm reader | anthology (Albedo, Kaeya, Jean - coming soon)

Diluc

He knew every assignment wouldn’t be enjoyable. As much as he’d prefer to be wandering the plains of Teyvat searching for those who would do his Kingdom harm, it wasn’t possible. Still, out of all the knights, out of all the assignments, why did it have to be this one?

Diluc sighed and did his best not to roll his eyes as he watched the Princess he was sworn to serve finish her discussion with a foreign dignitary. As the eldest of daughters, she was tasked to handle foreign affairs as well as the kingdoms resources while her younger sister and brother were able to be more free in their day to day. The older brother, the Prince in line for the throne was not well liked which made Diluc assume his sister would be the same. She wasn’t.

Still, Diluc found most of his time was standing off in the corner while meeting after boring meeting was held in the castle. He’d once climbed the coldest mountain in the land and, honestly, that sounded far more enjoyable than listening to another Fontainian talk down to the person whose patience knew no bottom.

“I understand you are frustrated by the swiftness of our response,” you said, hand moving to rest against the ambassadors arm. Diluc noted how his face flushed at the contact. “I cannot guarantee we will solve each problem, but rest assured I will not let a day go by without checking in and assessing how we can continue our support.” you bowed slightly and smiled.

ugh, the tediousness of talking to diplomats, Diluc frowned at it all.

Once the ambassador left, you wandered back to your seat to gather the notes, forms, and other documents you’d ultimately review until passing out in your room. Dark circles were starting to appear under your eyes from all the sleepless nights. He made his way to you, picking up the stack of books before you could.

“Is your schedule free?” He asked, twisting slightly away from as you tried to grab the items he picked up. You were stubborn, but so was he.

“Yes,” you said and sighed, “but not for long. The Favonius knights have requested more arms, and the masons require stone for the eastern wall. I didn’t get to these yesterday, so I’d like to attend to them before dinner.” Settling the items in your arms, you did your best to push the hair that continued to brush against your cheek away with puffs of air. It wasn’t working.

“Do you not think it is better to rest?” If his superiors were around, they would shame him for speaking so directly. ‘Royalty is to be tended to like a fragile flower, otherwise they will be tarnished,’ he could hear his mentor recite all the while forcing the knights in training to hold 40 lbs barrels over their head.

You looked into his eyes before moving on to appease him. “You always look after me, Sir Ragnvindr. I’m alright,” you smiled but he could see the exhaustion in your expression. A fragile flower, yeah right. “Anyway, I’m sure you’d much rather be beyond the castle walls.” You reached for the books he was holding, “I know being my guard isn’t very exciting, so please don’t let yourself be trapped for my sake. I can manage to make it back to my room without incident.”

Your hand touched his on accident. Quickly, you pulled back, apologized, then tried again. With a roll of his eyes, he scooped the items in your arms, adding them to his.

“S-Sir Ragnvindr!” You protested as he made his way to the door. He was much faster due to his long legs. Diluc couldn’t hide his smirk as he heard you rushing after him. It must have been hard to keep up in a dress as decorated as yours. “Please, it’s too much --” he stopped in front of the door only to feel you bump into him. When he twisted to look, he noticed you cupping your mouth and nose. He swore he saw a dab of color on your cheeks. “Sir, I cannot ask you to --”

“And yet I can ask you to carry all of this?” He cut you off and watched the implication of his words settle in your mind. Diluc wondered if you disliked the rules and expectations of royalty as much as he did. After all, before he was a knight he was a nobleman - he understood the pressure of this world better than most.

Deflated, defeated, you backed down. “If you insist.” He could tell you hated being doted on. In every interaction he’d seen between you and an attendant, you were always respectful, helpful, and often insisted upon doing the task yourself. At the end of the day, who could deny the eldest princess her request? Well, other than him --- “But as soon as we get back I can --”

You were cut off by a voice down the hall. If it was possible for the walls to have ears in this castle.

Diluc watched as you prepared yourself, stepped into the hallway and greeted the stranger. They were one of the Prince’s scribes, and a rather annoying one to boot. Diluc had a bitter taste in his mouth every time he showed his face. There was just something about the way he looked at you ...

“I was informed you were free,” he said with his head lifted as if to look down on you.

“That is the case, but ...”

“Do come with me then. I have work for you to attend to since it seems you cannot get them done without a watchful eye,” he reached for your wrist and Diluc moved before realizing it. With one step, he was in between the both of you but his cold gaze was seen only by one. The man’s hand retreated so quickly it was like Diluc’s proximity had burned him.

“The Princess has other priorities at this moment.”

“How dare --”

“As the Princess’s guard, I am to ensure she can fulfil her duty to the kingdom. Do you not think the Ambassador of Fontaine would be surprised to find his request delayed yet again because the Princess was pulled to another task?” Diluc stared the man down, commitment unwavering. He heard you start to say something so he stepped further in front of you.

“How da- I -- I’ll be speaking to your superior,” the man spat before turning on his heels and loudly walked back the way he came. Diluc didn’t move until he was out of sight.

“Sir Ragnvindr, you didn’t have to go that far,” you expressed as he turned to face you. Your head had dropped, your eyes looked to the floor while your fingers pinched their neighbors. “I will write a letter to Mrs. Gunnhildr explaining the situation.”

Diluc wasn’t sure why you were looking after him, he was capable of standing up for himself and dealing with whatever punishment might come his way. Besides, it was bound to be far less painful than watching you spend any amount of time with that man.

Wait ... what?

“Don’t fret over it. Let’s go,” Diluc quickly passed by you, his head shaking to remove his strange thoughts. He heard you catch up to him. From the corner of his eyes he could see you were still unsettled by what had happened.

“I um - I do want to thank you.”

“For?”

“For standing up for me. I - um - As you know it’s hard for me to say no,” you sent him an appeasing, sad smile. “Though I do feel guilty. Perhaps if I -- ah! Sir--”

Diluc put his hand against your back and pushed you forward just enough so you couldn’t turn around. “Don’t make me carry you too -” The words fell from his mouth so fast he had to snap his lips closed to not say anymore.

What in Teyvat was coming over him. You riled him up so much-

You let out a hearty laugh and his heart skipped a beat. “Haha! That would be a sight to see,” you covered your mouth but he wished you wouldn’t. “Sir Ragnvindr carrying the Princess through the halls of the castle. Can you imagine?”

He could imagine. Though the sight wouldn’t be pretty, nor proper, since the only way he’d see that happening is if he tossed you over his shoulder. Nevertheless, he was glad you were laughing at the idea rather than being appalled. Diluc put his hand back on the items he was carrying now that he knew you weren’t going to rush back down the hall.

For a moment he listened to the sound of your footsteps, to the soft giggles echoing in the hall. Why was the weight of his armor suddenly so noticeable?

“You can refer to me by my first name,” Diluc said as your laughter started to fade.

“Oh, but Sir Ragnvindr is so natural to me.” You tapped your chin before turning to look at him as you walked, “Sir Diluc --”

“Just Diluc is fine,”

You paused, unsure of what to say. Eventually, you turned to look down the hall, hands returning to hold onto each other. He wasn’t sure what was going on in your mind but, honestly, he wouldn’t have been prepared even if he did.

“Diluc ...” the sound of his name on your tongue nearly made him fall over. Instinctually, he clenched his jaw over and over again. “Um, actually, if it’s alright with you, I think I’ll stick with Sir. Ragnvindr for now ...” you explained in a panic.

Diluc didn’t dare look at you. What expression would he have it he met your gaze? So, he gave a curt nod and a quick, “Alright,” and the two of you made your way down the hall in silence.

Every once in a while you’d try to push him away. Though he wasn’t sure if it was because you needed a moment alone or if his wistful gaze toward the window drew too much attention. Out of the two, he’d much prefer you the latter, especially since his other stare was directed at you.

Weeks went by and he settled into a nice routine. It was difficult when he first arrived, but you asked him on several occasions if there was anything you could do to make his stay more comfortable. Even the smallest things; you did your best to get him what he asked.

Diluc didn’t want for much, so your offers were often left unanswered; however, he did notice a steady supply of grape juice in the kitchen when he was sure there hadn’t been before. He only mentioned it once.

At times he'd forget himself. Forget that he needed to hold an expression of disinterest. Forget to pull himself back when he was starting to soften each time his eyes landed on you, each time you stood close by, each time you turned to search for him.

You found him and he could breathe again.

He was forgetting how very high the wall was between the two of you and every day he spent in your shadow, it became blurrier and blurrier.

“I’m going to win!” You shouted, hair wiping around your face as you pushed forward. The horse you were riding picked up its pace with a flick of the reigns, pushing you past Diluc. How did he end up racing you again?

You cackled as you passed by and he couldn’t help but be swept up by the noise. With a deep, “hya!” he squeezed his thighs and tapped his horses belly, urging it to increase its speed. It did, and soon he was rushing past you and laughing at the sound of your fading protests.

When the path began to taper out, Diluc slowed his horse bit by bit until it was at a standstill. He patted its neck and praised it for its hard work while it raised and lowered its head, breathing heavily. Twisting so he could see behind him, he found you making your way toward him and your voice began to cut through the thicket of trees.

“---er! --eater!!” You reigned your horse in, coming to a soft canter until stopping beside him. Panting, you repeated yourself, “cheater.”

“I did no such thing,”

“You did!” Patting the neck of your horse, you moved up beside him, punching him in the leg when you were close enough.

“Hey-”

“Cheater--” You pointed at him, making him laugh. Carefully, he took your hand his his and moved it back toward you.

“Did you forget I’m also a Calvary Captain?” You scrunched your face in protest but quickly relaxed into realization, “Hah, you did!”

“Shut up--” Diluc laughed, louder than he had in so long. His hand pressed into his stomach and his eyes began to water. “Stop it --” you pleaded, the notes of laughter laced in your request. “You hardly ever talk about yourself. Sorry for not remembering something you told me almost a year ago.” You turned your head away from him, moved your hands to fix the hair that had fallen free from its holding. He found himself looking a little too long at the back of your neck.

“I don’t mean poke fun,” there was a stick in your hair but you didn’t seem to notice it. “Here,” with expert skill, he dismounted his horse. In a matter of seconds he had the reigns looped around a low hanging branch and had made his way over to you, his hand resting against the horses neck to let it know he was there. The horse bumped his head and he smiled. “Allow me to help,” he said, offering you his hand.

“Don’t need it,” you replied, fixing your clothes. You were wearing a pair of form fitting pants and a dark green top that pressing against you underneath a warm, cream vest. It was one of the only times he’d seen you not dolled up in what your maids forced you to wear every morning. He liked it.

Ignoring his hand, you began to dismount but, as he had expected, it’d been a while since you last rode so you weren’t as graceful as he was. Your hand on the saddle slipped but he was there to catch you.

“Got you,” he reassured you with an arm wrapped around your back, a hand gripping the waist of your pants before pulling you toward him. Your body collided into his chest. The heat of contact, the wave of your perfume, shampoo, crashed into him causing him to stumble backward. He’d caught whiffs before, hints and hypothesized about what it would be like. He never anticipated becoming overcome by it so intensely. Diluc held you while your toes scraped the ground, arms coiled around his neck for support.

Let her go -- he told himself but couldn’t do it.

“S-Sir Ragnvindr ...” your voice was shaky. He set you down and took several steps back, bowing.

“Are you alright?” he asked, tone even, professional.

“Mmhm,” he glanced at you. His jaw clenched at the sight of your discomfort. You wouldn’t make eye contact with him, began to wring your hands like you did when you were uneasy. He wondered if his teeth would break by how hard he bit down. Without saying anything, Diluc grabbed the reigns of your horse and brought it over to his. “Um, that ride made me hungry,” you began so he looked back to you, “those trees provide good shade, if you’d like to eat with me? I brought enough for the both of us.”

“Alright,” he agreed without protest, grabbing the pack off his horse and brining it to the place you pointed to. You quickly laid out the blanket, taking up space near the tree. He was glad you did, it would be much harder for anything to attack you with it at your back. Diluc offered the basket to you which you took and began to put several items on a plate. Soon, you offered one to him.

“I tried to bring things you’d like,” Diluc looked at the plate. He wasn’t planning on eating anything but when he saw several of his favorite items, he changed his mind.

“I thought you didn’t remember things about me?” He teased, a rare occurrence.

You pursed your lips into a pout before answering, “I can remember some things.”

“I see.” He popped one of the finger foods into his mouth. The taste wasn’t exactly the way he imagined but it was still good. “Thank you for requesting these, Princess.”

“Y-You’re welcome,” you replied, making your own plate. “but - um - I made them. So, if they aren’t very good you don’t have to eat them.”

Diluc looked at you with awe, “you made these?” you nodded, “when did you find the time?”

Shrugging, you took a bite of your own food. “I had a spare moment. Though it was hard to keep it a surprise when you’re always around.” You stole a peek at him, “Are they good?”

Diluc felt his lips curl into a smile as he looked at the food on his plate. Now that he gave them a careful eye, he could see they were done by novice hands, “Very,” he told you and ate another.

The two of you enjoyed the rest of the picnic in quiet peace. Diluc leaned back against another tree, let his body stretch out on the blanket while you maintained your trained posture. Legs bent to your side, back straight. The wind tussled your hair, making it difficult for you to review the paperwork you brought. Of course you’d still be working, even outside of the confines of the castle.

Soon, a soft hum drifted on the breeze. Peeking through half-closed eyes, he watched you sing to yourself. He’d seen you do it times before but, just as you did then, you stopped. “Sorry,” you appologized.

It was so comfortable, so relaxed that he couldn’t help but close his eyes. The horses were close by that if they sensed anything he could hear their agitation. The woods had been cleared prior to this excursion anyway, he made sure of that - perhaps that’s when you found the time to make him lunch.

Funny, while he was scouting thinking of you, you were thinking of him. The thought made his chest tight.

“I don’t mind.”

“It’s not proper.”

Who told you that? He wondered. “I’m the only one here.”

“Somehow that doesn’t help,” you chuckled and he swore your cheeks changed color but maybe that was the light passing through the shifting leaves above, “um, do you have any requests?”

You’d never asked him before. He wasn’t sure what to say. “Your favorite one then?”

“Okay.” The world grew quiet. As if it were settling to listen to your song. When you began he lifted his arms, folding them behind his head like a pillow, eyes closing again.

Take me And I will fix you for the night Hold those breaking lights Dreaming past those eyes

feel me breathe me to the sky ...

The song was gentle, sad. He’d never heard it before so he paid careful attention to the words.

So scream Your voice it can't be heard To no one else but you So sing as loud as rain And run until you break

Diluc’s brow furrowed at the sound of your trembling voice, at the motion of your hand as it brushed over your eyes. You tried to keep it in but didn't make it. Your hands covered your face as you cried; cried in the wind, cried under the sunshine sky, cried in front of the man who realized, in this moment, he never wanted to see you this way.

And yes Just for now Just for these small hours You can fall beneath the ground You can break...

...without the pain

You cried, bent over in the shade of the tree and all Diluc could do was watch and wonder why.

A few days later he learned the truth. Your brother had convinced the king to accept a proposal for your hand without consulting you. Somehow this was still endorsed, still expected. You were forced to accept it but Diluc couldn’t.

He rushed through the halls practically burning the tapestries that lined them. He didn’t even wait to knock on the door to your inner chamber, he just opened it, freezing when he found you sitting on the couch as if this were any other day.

It wasn’t any other day to him.

He wanted to fight, wanted to yell, wanted to free you from your station. He swore to protect you, to shield you. So how could he let this happen? Diluc was in turmoil - every inch of him was struggling; strangled by the expectations of his duty and his devoted heart.

When you heard him enter, you looked up from the paperwork on the coffee table, eyes puffy, swollen - how much had you cried today?

“I wasn’t expecting you, Sir Ragnvindr,” you explained, but the tightness in your throat told him you were suffering. How terrible was this suitor? What archaic laws shackled you to him and not ...

Diluc made his way toward you.

“I’m sorry but I’d like some time a-alone,” your voice cracked. He didn’t listen. With ease, he knelt on one knee before you. His eyes searched your face until your red-tinted eyes landed on him. “P-please,” you tried to smile, tried to pretend but he was okay if you didn't. He rested his arm on his knee and touched your fingers. Biting your lip, you looked at him and shook your head. Your breathing became unsteady, tears pooled in your eyes. “I’m alright,” you lied. With every tear-drop you lied. A quite sob escaped your throat so you covered your face with your hands and said the one thing you shouldn’t have, “Diluc --”

Diluc, going against everything he was taught, everything he swore to uphold, to commit to, opened himself and took you against him. His arms wrapped delicately around you, his hand found the back of your head, fingers weaving in between the strands of your perfectly brushed hair.

“I’ll fix it,” he vowed, knowing he couldn’t.

The following weeks dragged by. Preparations for your engagement were planned. Even though you were in the room when the decisions were made, you gave no opinion on them. Not the flowers, not the dress, not the food which you had little interest in lately. It seemed all you could do was devote yourself to your work and nothing else.

Diluc lay awake at night thinking about how to solve this problem. What could he do to break off the engagement. Surely he could take drastic actions - what was a life of imprisonment if you could be free? His step-brother told him to be patient, be rational, but his heart refused to let him. He was spiraling, and jealousy was right in the middle of it all.

Agitated, he lifted himself from his bed and made his way to the door that led to your chambers. On the other side you were sleeping, safe, untouched by anyone. He pressed his forehead against the harsh wood, gripped the doorknob with so much strength he worried it would bend to his will. He wanted to see you, wanted to hold you - to keep you - but you weren’t his. Would never be his.

Shaking, he pried himself away, threw on a shirt, and made his way down the hall to cool off.

On the other side of the door, you sat with your knees to your chest, head resting against the wood with eyes flooded in tears as you silently cried in the color of the rising sun.

The day of your suitor arrival had finally come. You did your best to smile, to hold yourself high. You’d practice these skills for so many years but Diluc could tell you were struggling. As you rose from your chair to greet the man who’d soon be your husband, Diluc took a step closer to you hoping to ease your anxiety.

“Your majesty,” he bowed, low and proper. His smile was unsettling, his eyes darted around the room until they landed on you and the flash of excitement Diluc saw in them made him drive his claymore deeper into the ground. “Ah, and my beautiful fiancé,” he took several steps toward you so you extended your hand as far as it could go to create space. Diluc was enraged at how familiar he was; grabbing your hand and pressing his lips to it. Rubbing your arm without a care. The man flashed his eyes to Diluc but Diluc didn’t turn away.

“Welcome to the Royal Capital, Prince Calmin Velena. I’m sure you are tired from your journey. Please do take --”

“I am eager to hear of the wedding plans and celebrations, your majesty,” the man interrupted you, his hand still holding yours as he pulled you toward him and the king. Diluc had to restrain himself from cutting that hand off. “Am I to be boarded next to my sweet Princess? I do wish to spend as much time with her as possible,” he glanced back at you and, instinctually, you tried to retreat toward Diluc.

“Prince Calmin, do understand that while you are in our kingdom, there are certain, etiquettes, that must be followed. You will have your own room in our guest quarters. They are lavishly furnished as you will find.” The King gestured to an attendant who appeared suddenly before the group. With a scoff, the prince released you allowing you to go back to your original spot. Diluc watched how your hand shook as you hid it behind your back.

You can’t protect her if you kill a prince, he reminded himself.

“Yes of course, then I will retire for now. Until then,” he turned and blew you a kiss before following the attendant out of the grand hall. At which time you collapsed into your chair.

“Daughter --” The King rose from his seat, moving toward you but before he could continue, your brother got in the way.

“Father, don’t mind her, we have much to discuss.” The King looked at you and you shot him a desperate look. A pleading, ‘please’ to which he closed his eyes and followed after your brothers persistent pushing.

When they left, you tried to stand but found your legs unsteady. Diluc noticed, offering you his hand, never taking it away.

“I feel unwell,” you whispered while other attendants moved about the room.

“Let’s away for now,” with ease, he pulled his cape around you, blocking you from the eyes of the would-be onlookers. You tucked yourself under his arm, brushing against his hips every once in a while.

Would this be all he ever had? Fleeting, accidental touches while that rat had the rest of you. The thought made his chest burn, blood boil.

Diluc looked at you, vowing to ensure nothing but his presence could get close.

Every interaction he saw the two of you have made him furious. Prince Calmin was disrespectful to you. He flirted with others in front of you, talked down to you as if you were nothing, second guessed your decisions and even tried to take over your duties. The amount of times you had to quell the fires of the ambassadors because of his stupidity -- it was giving Diluc a headache.

Complaints were passed to the King but your brother always managed to stop them. Somewhere in the back of Diluc’s mind he suspected foul-play. Why was this man being pushed so hard when - even if he hated to admit it - there were other, better suitors out there. Just what was your brother playing at?

Diluc did his best to investigate, asked his most trusted to assist him when he couldn’t. The day’s to your wedding were drawing closer so he didn’t dare leave your side. Not while that snake continued to slither his way into places he wasn’t wanted.

Several nights before the wedding, Diluc heard your voice on the other side of the shared door. You sounded upset. When he went to investigate, he found Prince Calmin pushing his way inside your room. It took all of his strength not to break every bone in his body but - luckily - the prince backed down, running away as fast as he could, and you were able to quell the rage in him by reassuring him you weren't hurt.

Even still, Diluc spent the rest of that night in front of your door.

What nightmares would await him in the next few days. What nightmares would befall you that he couldn’t stop. He needed a solution, fast.

The day before the wedding came, and while others were celebrating in high spirits, you did your best to keep your mask up. Even though you smiled and acted pleasant, people were noticing that you didn’t stand in the middle of the room like brides often do, didn’t raise your glass to the toasts wishing you well, didn’t react when your fiancé touched you.

You were like a statue. A commodity. And your faithful knight was forced to watch.

“Hey there,” a familiar voice broke his concentration. His brother, Kaeya, had slipped into the festivities without an invitation, as customary.

Diluc stood with his arms crossed in the dark shadows of the grand hall. Eyes locked on your ‘would be husband’ - searching for the slightest movement that would allow him to end his life.

If he hurt you, would the king pardon the knight sworn to protect the princess? He clenched his jaw.

“Did you find anything?” Diluc asked, desperate. Kaeya could sense it too and let out a sigh.

“Just tell her you love her.”

“Kaeya -”

“Perhaps a kings heart can be swayed by the profession of true lov-”

“Did you find anything?” Diluc barked, causing Kaeya to throw his hands up.

“Alright, here,” Kaeya offered a roll of papers to Diluc who snatched them faster than lightning. “You’re senses are always spot on ya know - well, except for where it counts.”

Diluc read the papers over and over again. When he was done, he looked at Kaeya.

“I’m good, what can I say?” Kaeya shrugged but Diluc was already gone, “I’ll take my thank you in a bottle of wine. Do you hear me??” Kaeya shouted, throwing his hands in the air when he got no reply.

Diluc’s heart pounded as he pushed through the crowd. Nothing was set in stone yet, this was it. The chance to save the love of his life.

“My king!” He shouted over the crowd, through the music bouncing around the room. He picked up the pace, running. “King!”

The royal family and its intruder looked toward him. You sat up in your chair - the first sign of life you’d had all evening. The crown on your head slipped but you didn’t fix it.

“What is the meaning of this?” Your brother stood, the scraping of his chair putting a stall on the noise in the chamber. “How dare you interrupt us!”

“I apologize king,” Diluc knelt, bowed his head and lifted himself up again before extending the rolled up parchment toward the King. “I will take whatever punishment you decide fitting for my interruption, but first, read this.” Diluc held out the documents but when the Prince tried to snatch them away, Diluc grabbed his wrist and shoved him back.

“Sir Ragnvindr!” The King stood and the knights in his charge moved out from the shadows.

“Wait!” You shouted while your brother tried to scramble for the document. Unfortunately, you had a hard time getting any closer as your fiancé yanked you back toward him.

The parties’ attention turned to the commotion at the royal table. Diluc held his ground even as the threat of drawn weapons drew closer. “I have entrusted you with the safety of my daughter and yet you slander this celebration?”

“Her safety is my highest priority which is why you must read this!” The prince grabbed the documents before the King could and Diluc felt his heart drop in his chest.

“What rubbish. Have I not tried to warn you father, this knight has means to harm my precious sister. He must be dealt with -- away with him!” Diluc refrained from drawing his sword, if he did he would look even more like the enemy.

“Your majesty, please,” Diluc bowed to hide the fear in his eyes but also show he meant no harm. Please -- please hear him -- Hands touched Diluc’s shoulders and began to pull him back. He could hear your shouts and the quieting demands of your soon to be husband.

I failed

“Is this true?”

“Be still.” The King demanded and the room stilled. Diluc’s head shot up, his heart flipping as the king reached for the parchment. The prince did his best to plead, to explain that it was nothing but when the King didn't back down, he reluctantly handed it over. Diluc’s heart pounded, he felt his hands burn as he looked on only to find you still bound by the hands of that man.

Read faster, be begged.

“Yes, Majesty,” Diluc confirmed. “Take notice of the seal on the last page.” The King flipped to the last page, grimacing at what he saw. When he snapped his head to Prince Calmin the fear in the man’s eyes was clear.

“Unhand my daughter. Seize him!”

“W-What?” the prince stuttered, backing up with you in his grip.

Your brother reached for the king's arm but was shoved off. “Father what are you doing!?”

“Be silent, child.” The King moved toward Prince Calmin who grabbed a knife hidden in his clothes and held it out, while his other hand held tightly onto your hair.

“Back away! G-Got it?? I-I was promised -- you promised me!” Calmin screamed at the prince who was cowering in his chair. The commotion grew as the kings guard closed in but all Diluc saw was the fear in your eyes, and how your trembling hand extend to him.

“Let her go,” Diluc reached for the table and tossed it out of the way. The thick wood and metal bindings kept it in place as it slid down the steps narrowly avoiding several patrons as it went. He didn’t care about them, he didn’t care about anyone, he only cared about - “I won’t say it again.”

Diluc’s claymore appeared in his hand, ablaze. The Prince forcefully moved you in between him and the fire but Diluc knew enough about his vision to control every microscopic flame.

“Get off her!” In an instant, the room was filled with a flash of light. You covered your face as blue and green flames whipped past you, smacking directly into your captor. He screamed, releasing you, shoving you. As you stumbled forward Diluc caught you so you wouldn't fall.

“What have you done?! You’ll pa-pay for this ---” Calmin screamed, toppling over in pain as flames clung to his skin. Diluc held you against him so you couldn’t see and hoped the sound of his cries wouldn’t linger in your memory forever.

The king's guard shackled and carried Calmin away. They hauled off the prince as well, who in a state of bumbling cries revealed he had plotted against the kingdom for riches, and a power greater than visions. As long as he got the princess to marry this 'prince'. It was through this plot the king learned of an uprising to the east, spurred on the by hands of the northern archon. If they had been successful, the kingdoms resources would have been wiped out.

You slid your arms around Diluc, unwilling to let go and placed his hand on your back. he’d thank Kaeya profusely for saving more than he could ever imagine.

As the party goers were escorted out of the hall, and the energy in the room died down, Diluc stewarded you to the balcony for air.

“You’re shaking,” he commented, removing his cape and draping it over your shoulders.

“How could he do this ...” you mumbled, “my own brother.”

“But, y-you saved me --”

“Power and corruption are one of many slivers of the darkness that plagues this world. I never wished for you to be exposed to them.” Diluc rubbed your arms, called on his vision to warm you as best as he could. He might have saved you from a sham of a marriage but he failed everywhere else. “I am beside myself for what has happened to you,” he lifted your chin, looked at you but wished he could do more.

This proposal was one of many you'd get. How was he going to survive the next one?

“Did I?”

You began to speak but the sound of footsteps interrupted you. Diluc took several steps back and bowed.

“My daughter, how are you?”

“I’m alright,” you extended your hand toward the King and he pulled you close. Diluc kept his gaze to the ground.

“You are unharmed?”

“Yes,” the King breathed a sigh of relief. He took note of the color wrapped around you, turning his attention to the knight at your side.

“And you, Sir Ragnvindr?”

“I am fine, King,” he bowed again, missing the expression you sent to him.

“Good. Then, if you can spare us a moment I’d like to converse with my daughter in private.”

“Of course,” Diluc excused himself through the balcony door but made sure to keep you in his line of sight.

For several days after, Diluc couldn’t get close to you. He was frustrated, annoyed that his duties kept pulling him away. He rarely fought assignments, but this constant distance was making him insubordinate.

Finally, he was allowed to return to the castle but no matter where he looked he couldn’t find you. Every room he searched was empty, even your chambers had looked unused for days. The pain in his chest began to burn his throat.

Where were you - what happened to you - why couldn’t he find you

A figure moved in his peripherals, he spun toward it --

“Ah, there you are.” The Kings voice shattered his focus. Within seconds, Diluc was kneeling. “Oh, well. Always do dutiful. Please rise, my boy,” the King chuckled and Diluc did as told.

“Your majesty. How can I be of service?”

The King made his way to Diluc who’s head had stayed lowered since the King called on him. There was an uncomfortable silence blanketing the scene, he did his best not to fidget.

“Diluc Ragnvindr,” hearing his full name, Diluc lifted his eyes but kept his head lowered, “You have sworn to protect my eldest daughter, is that true?”

“Y-Yes your majesty.”

“Does that also include her heart?”

Diluc was hesitant, but he straightened to his full height, coming into direct eye contact with the King. “Sir?”

“I have watched you care for her, help her, protect her, and though there are suitors who do the same there are none whom she looks at the way she does you.”

Diluc could hardly breathe.

“Would you protect my daughters heart the same way you have protected her life?”

“Yes.” Diluc spoke with conviction. Unsure if what he was vowing too was the one thing his heart yearned for. As stupid he was to believe it, he let himself.

“Then,” the King took Diluc’s hand in his, one resting on the top and the other cupping the bottom, “You have my blessing. Though I should hardly have the authority to give it.”

“... I ...”

“Go. She’s waiting on the balcony.”

Diluc looked toward the doorway. He swallowed, swore his heart was going to break out of his chest and kill him. He loved you. He wasn’t supposed to - told himself he wouldn’t and yet

he loved you

“E-Excuse me,” Diluc bowed, slipped free of the Kings embrace and moved toward the one thing he had wanted but was never allowed.

There you were, standing with your hands on the marble railing. Your back too him, hair fluttering in the wind. The gown you wore was beautiful. Long trains of white with thick red fabric billowing out behind you.

Diluc called out your name and, slowly, you turned toward him. He didn’t move, you didn’t move.

“Did you see the king?” You asked and when he nodded you smiled with tears rolling down your cheeks. Diluc walked toward you as if he were in a dream. “What’s your decision? Could you ever love the princess you swore fealty to--”

Suddenly, he moved faster than he ever had. His hands cupped your face as he kissed you. He’d never known such a feeling as your lips. Never thought warm tears would feel so invigorating against his hands.

He had you

He finally had you

“Marry me,” he professed above your lips.

“Tomorrow?” You teased but he didn’t protest. If he were allowed, he’d marry you this instant if it meant you could spend one second more as his wife.

Laughing, with love rushing through his veins, he hoisted you into the air and let you fall against him as you cupped his face and kissed him in the mid-day sun.

“Wherever you go, whatever you do,” he said in between kisses, “I will follow you. I am yours --”

“And you are mine,” you vowed.

@sarahslolitaportfolio (these are gonna be long soooo i’m making it a series lol)

#hazels works #genshin impact #genshin impact x fm reader #x fm reader #x female reader #genshin x female reader #genshin impact x female reader #diluc x fem!reader #genshin diluc x fem!reader

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pazzesco · 8 months

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Hey Nineteen

Green Earrings

Any Major Dude Will Tell You

Rikki Don’t Lose That Number

Don't Take Me Alive

Time Out Of Mind

Dirty Work

Peg

Show Biz Kids

Kid Charlemagne

Do It Again

Brooklyn (Owes The Charmer Under Me)

Reelin’ in the Years

The Fez

Deacon Blues

Psychoactivelectricity’s Jukebox Guide

Pazzesco’s Mini Jukebox Guide

#mini jukebox #steely dan #pazzesco #music #fm #deacon blues #aja #reelin' in the years #green earrings #do it again #dirty work #the fez #show biz kids #peg #hey nineteen

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prince-of-elsinore · 5 months

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damnnn Ponyboy glowed UP

#he does take after bro #what i'm really saying is how could sodapop resist #making me crazy to think he looks like this is the future fic i'm working on #also side note. low key think i might possibly look sorta like him if I stay on t/get fms someday??#which is. intriguing.#those greaser boys #c. thomas howell #ponyboy curtis

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astralsi · 10 months

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DEMON FM - COMING AUGUST 20TH

#demon fm #ts4 edit #ts4 #the sims 4 #the sims 4 edit #ts4 story #silas elwood #IEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE #lil worn out from sims and editing so sorry this isnt like… my best work #it gets the point across tho!#anyways YIPPRE RELEASE DATE ((prays ill deliver on time))

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Actually, since no one gratz'ing me when I achieve something I'm happy with is starting to get old, I'm putting these here now.

#rs #osrs gainz #I guess #Gonna be real with you chief. I worked for hours on the fm grind & I kinda expected people to be happy for my first 80 but they weren't #and it does sting a little #like the fletching one nobody cares and rightfully so I know that. And wc isn't SO slow that 71 is amazing or anything obviously #But the farm hunt and fm ones I was a lil proud of ngl #(obviously I'm not actually angry for real or anything but you know)

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Decided to give my character chronic pain issues for plot relevant reasons but also just thought it’d be nice to write a body that I’ve experienced. But like damn girl sorry to do it to ya lol

#chronic pain #chronically ill #chronic fatigue #chronic illness #fm book inspo #writing #original character #character work #writeblr #writers on tumblr

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Swap into the CrystalVerse Chapter 15: Fantasy Masks

Co-written with @crystalninjaphoenix

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Taglist: @brokentimewatch @di-diwata

It's remarkably hard to stay asleep after the sun rises when you're sleeping outside. Of course, the King didn't sleep at all, but he doesn't let Magnificent know that. He sits up and stretches like he's just waking up, then glances at the spot where Mag fell asleep.

Mag hisses as the sun invades his vision and tries to curl his tail over it. But, then he remembers where he is. And who’s with him. He quickly shifts back into his human form and coughs, trying to save some dignity. Even if his cheeks are glowing red.

Luckily, the King does not care about Mag being a cat or acting like one—aside from a general fascination with how he’s able to do it so easily. “Good news,” he says. “I believe I figured out where we are while trying to sleep last night. Generally, of course. Specifics are difficult in the wild.” He points through the trees to the mountains. “Judging by how close the Dragon’s Teeth are and the general terrain, we might be in the Killiyearn Woods, or at least on the edge of them. And if we head the right direction, we may find Killithair. There will be no people, but there will be a road, and traveling down that is easier than trekking through the undergrowth.”

Mag's eyes brighten a bit at this but he does school his expression as he stretches out and nods. "Alright. That does sound better than trampsing through here."

“Get up, then.” The King glances around. “I believe we should keep the mountains to our left. Head north. If we don’t come out of these trees by noon the I suppose we should start heading towards the mountains.”

Mag does a little mocking gesture of the king's 'get up' behind his back before teleporting to his feet in a flicker of static. He brushes himself off and nods his head towards the king, "Lead the way then."

"Very well."

They start walking. "Killithair, by the way, was a small town that housed a... I believe the term is summer palace? For the royal family. I thought it was a waste to maintain it so I made sure everyone left." He wonders if they abandoned the food stores in their compulsion to leave.

Mag follows afterwards, studying the woods again and feeling the magic in the air. He nods, "Ah right- I heard of royals having vacation homes in other parts of a kingdom. But, of course, they can't be without their luxury."

The King snorts and rolls his eyes. "I agree with you about that. Why do you think I abandoned it? The old King and Queen said something about connecting with nature. If you wanted to do that, why have such a large palace?"

Mag laughs, "Indeed. Seems contradictory."

“Heh.” The King grins. “It does, doesn’t it? In any case, the palace was built sturdy enough that it should still be standing, even if the rest of the town is in disrepair. So we are guaranteed one night of sleep that is not out in the open.”

Magnificent stretches and nods, "That sounds like a worthy goal." It felt strange to just be... surviving. But, he had no way of searching for the annoyances now... and trying to get the king now wouldn't do much for him... they needed to be in a more public place. Patience... he could be patient.

"Indeed." The King nods. Once they reached somewhere more defensible, they could resume their.... previous encounter. No doubt Magnificent was already planning on how to get the advantage. He would have to be prepared. "I hope you're ready for more walking."

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"Draco? Draco?"

In Bro and Alt's tent, Draco uncurls himself, stretching. He kneads Alt's tunic for a while before slinking off and slipping back outside.

Alt blinks awake at the kneading and smiles down at the cat before blinking and realizing it's not his own. He sits up and watches Draco slink out.

"There you are!" Marvin's voice says. "You little traitor. You must really like those two. More than me, your wizard? I'm hurt."

"He is a cat, I am not sure what you were expecting." That's Henrik.

"Shhhh. I know."

Bro turns over with blearily eyes, "wazzit?" He slurs, still blinking sleep from his eyes.

Alt laughs and stretches, patting Bro on the shoulder. "Mornin' to you too." He checks himself over then heads out of the tent, smiling shyly. "Didn't mean to steal your cat, Marvin-"

“Oh you’re awake!” Marvin gasps, then smiles. “Don’t worry about it. Draco does his own stuff a lot of the time. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s magic or because he’s a cat.”

“Perhaps both,” Henrik mutters. “Good morning, Alt. How did you sleep?”

Alt laughs then smiles at Henrik, "umm... surprisingly well. I think Draco helped with that." He bends down to give the cat many pets.

“I’m glad he helped you,” Marvin says, smiling. “Maybe he sensed something was wrong. Do you have familiars where you come from? Hmm… probably not, because you don’t have wizards. Basically, they are magical animals we can summon.”

"Dude I wish!" Alt laughs, "Glitches is... basically my shadow though. We do everything together... it's... weird not to have her around."

Marvin smiles. “I understand. It’s the same with Draco and me. Which is why I can’t believe he BETRAYED me—“ He laughs and pets Draco.

Bro stumbles out of the tent, messing up his hair and yawning loudly. "g'morning-"

“Good morning!” Henrik says brightly. Clearly people in this universe are much more used to waking up early. “We were going to wake you up for breakfast.”

"mmm yes- breakfast good," Bro mumbles, rubbing at his eyes. He's usually a morning person- but the last day of running around has definitely caught up to him.

“Come come, back to the fire,” Henrik says. “And do not worry, I’m sure you will be home soon. We already sent messages to other camps to look out for that other man.”

Bro whoops quietly and starts to head towards the fire. Alt chuckles and gets up to follow, "... did we even give you a description of what to look for...? I mean... it might not matter actually... knowing him he's probably in a disguise...."

“You did not, but we told them to look for strangers with unusual magic,” Henrik says. “We did assume he may disguise himself as well. It is fairly easy to do here, if you have the right charm.”

"Yeah, his magic will probably give him away... I've noticed ours is very different than what's around here." Alt replies.

Like last night, the fire is roaring and surrounded by people. The food appears to be more meat, some baked potatoes, and oatmeal—which is unfortunately blander than in Alt and Bro’s world since it appears the Phantoms don’t have sugar or other spices. There is honey, though. That helps.

Bro gets into line and seems more peppy as he digs into his food. The oatmeal is weird but- eh he's had worse. Alt avoids it altogether.

It's not long before Jackie, Chase, and Jameson all join the group.

"Oh good you're still here!" Chase says, laughing. "I was half-wondering if you'd disappear and leave only gold behind. But no, you're clearly here to stay."

"Don't bring up gold, they might feel bad that they can't give us any!" Jackie says. "Oh wait, do you even have that in your world? Is it still valuable or do you use something else for currency? People here sometimes still use jasper--that's a sort of rock--but we've mostly started to use coins. I don't think you'd need to use currency of any kind though since you've been here the whole time." Clearly, Jackie is full of energy this morning.

“Why would we leave gold behind? Is that what the ‘fair folks’ were known for? Turning things to gold?” Bro asks between bites.

Alt rolls his eyes with a laugh, “I think he means like money, Chase. For hospitality? But to answer your question Jackie we have gold but it’s mostly for jewelry now. We have established currency in our world. It’s mostly… ugh- fuck how do I explain digital- powered by… lightning? Now?”

Jackie's eyes widen. "Wow. I-I don't think I can even imagine what that would be like. Lightning money."

"It sounds like your world uses lightning the way ours uses magic," Marvin says.

“Yeah in a way,” Alt laughs.

"As for the gold, I mean--there are some stories where the Fair Folk would do things like that," Chase says. "I know one where a man was challenged by a stranger on a red horse to a race, which he couldn't have possibly won. So he got clever and tied the stranger's horse to a tree. The stranger, impressed by this, killed a deer and gave it to the man, but he could only take some of it home. When he arrived there, he found the meat had turned into gold."

That's why you must be smart and respectful to the strange, Jameson says. You never know what you could win.

Bro and Alt listen to Chase’s story, pretty captured by his storytelling. Bro grins, “That sounds just like the fables our aunts would tell us! Always a moral~ Neat!”

Chase grins. "My kids always loved my stories. I'm glad it holds true for adults, too."

"You're a great storyteller, Chase," Jackie says. "You could've made a living that way if you didn't have to be a hunter."

"Well I like hunting too, even if I'm only an average marksman."

"You're better than any of us in this group," Henrik says. Then glances at Bro and Alt. "Ah, sorry, I should not make assumptions."

Bro grins and points at himself. “I’m a pretty good shot! …though I haven’t used a bow since… oh- maybe it’s been a while.” He laughs. “But I can shoot lightning and I’m pretty accurate with that!”

Alt shrugs, “I’m just happy when I hit something. Probably can’t hunt worth shit.”

"I could... try to teach you, if you like," Chase says haltingly. "I know you two have your magic, but it could always be good to have some other skills in this world," Jackie suggests. "Ooh! Or I could teach you swordfighting, Or, start to, at least, it takes longer than you expect."

Marvin rolls his eyes. "I get along fine with just my magic," he mutters.

"Oh, do not be so sour, Marvin," Henrik says. "It is your choice like it is their choice."

Bro stims excitedly, “I WANNA LEARN TO SWORD FIGHT!!” He probably shouts too loudly. Alt pulls on Bro’s arm to drag him back with a laugh.

Jackie smiles wide and flaps his hands. "Well I want to teach you so that works out!"

Henrik laughs. "I have not seen you this excited in a while, Jackie."

"It's not every day you get to teach a man from another world how to wield a blade," Jackie looks at him and grins.

Alt studies Chase and grins. “While I do have my magic… it could be fun to learn. Just in case-“

"Ha, I-I guess we should all head over to the combat field after breakfast, then," Chase says, smiling shyly. "Jameson, you're coming too, I'm going to continue our lessons from yesterday."

Jameson shrugs. Fine by me.

Alt smiles at Jameson, “Hey at least we don’t have to learn alone right?”

Jameson smiles back. True, there's that. I'm sure I'll make a fool of myself with the arrows regardless but that does make me feel better.

"Well if the rest of you are going I might as well too," Marvin mutters.

"I did not say I was going," Henrik says.

"But you are, aren't you?"

"It'll be fun to see."

Bro hovers a bit in the air, his excitement palpable. “Whoo!! This is gonna be so fun!!”

Alt wrangles his brother back down to earth, “You’re gonna float away if you’re not careful, Chase!” He laughs.

"Everyone finish up," Jackie says, voice muffled as he starts shoving food into his mouth.

"Jackie, manners!" Marvin gasps.

"Damn the manners! Go fast!"

“You heard the man!” Bro says, following Jackie’s example to shove the rest of his food in his mouth.

“Oh my god-“ Alt mumbles in exasperation.

Marvin looks at Alt, matching his exasperated expression.

"If you two choke I will say 'I told you so' as I save you," Henrik declares.

Luckily, neither of them choke, and it's not long before they're heading over to the combat fields. Jackie asks for some space, and manages to clear out a section between the dragon wing bones. This is a perfect spot for everything to happen at once, as Chase sets up some distant targets while Jackie finds a pair of wooden practice swords. Henrik and Marvin sit down on the bones to watch.

"Make sure everyone picks up something that's the right size," Jackie says. "Other Chase, you're taller than me, so you can probably handle a sword with more reach. And elders and sisters, Jameson, don't try using a longbow again."

Bro bounces on his heels before looking for the right practice sword. He tests out the grip and weight before playfully striking at it at Alt, who tries to block it with his arm. “Alt! Doesn’t this remind you of us playing knights as kids??”

“You were the knight, I was the dragon!” Alt grins, playfully batting Bro away with a spare shock of electricity.

Bro hops away, laughing. “Ah yes! My fearsome baby brother! The 3 foot terrifying dragon I had to defend the biscuits from!”

“Nuh-uh! If anything I was defending them cuz you’d eat them all!” Alt pushes at his brother before glitching over to find the right bow.

Jackie smiles fondly. "I played warrior with my siblings, too. It got me so excited to train on Fiornear Field with all the rest of the warriors."

"He was so excited that he ran away at twelve to go do that," Marvin calls from the sidelines.

"And I was great for my age!" Jackie picks up a pair of practice swords, looks at them both, then puts one down.

"I think this'll be a good one for you, Alt," Chase suggests, pointing one out. "It's already strung so you won't have to worry about that. Jameson, though, you should try, so here." He hands an unstrung bow to Jameson, who looks at it curiously and then starts trying to loop the string around the ends of the wood.

Alt nods and studies the bow. He tries to hold it experimentally, drawing back the string to see how hard it was to do. Chase had a big medieval phase when they were boys so their aunts got them some lessons. But it’s been years…

The string of the bow is surprisingly really hard to draw back. "Oh damn, wait, I almost forgot our arm guards!" Chase rushes over to the other side of the weapons rack and grabs three pieces of leather. "Stupid. Here, put that on the forearm that's not drawing the string. Ah, and double check which eye is dominant, hold the bow with the opposite hand." As he says that, Jameson closes one eye after the other, then hurriedly switches which hand he's holding the bow in while Chase isn't looking.

Alt pauses and blinks then starts to follow Chase’s instructions. He puts the guard on his left forearm after checking to make sure which eye is dominant. His right is, so he holds the bow with his left. “Alright- I think I got it.”

"Great job!" Chase says, checking both of them. "Okay, now footwork is very important. Keep them shoulder-length apart, like this." He demonstrates. "You're turned sideways relative to the target. The same foot you're holding the bow with should be in front. Jair, move a bit to the left, you want to be directly in front of the target." Jameson nods, taking a few steps left, making sure where he is by tracing a line with his hand.

Alt puts his left foot forward and draws his sight towards the target. He’s pretty good at judging distance, considering he’s an artist. He lines himself up.

"Alright, other Chase, we'll start with two-handed fighting since that's easier, but I usually fight one-handed. And with two swords. Heh, they never see it coming..."

Bro grins and nods, “oh yeah you can just call me Bro if you want! That way it’s less confusing~! But sounds good!” He tries to flip the sword and fumbles with it a bit before catching it.

"Brá... no, Bro," Jackie tests it out, then laughs. "It's so strange." He laughs harder when Bro fumbles with the sword. "You have to be careful, Bro! If that was a real sword it would really hurt to drop it on your foot. Here, steady your grip, like this." Jackie demonstrates. "No fancy tricks yet, as tempting as it is."

Bro grins sheepishly, “Right. Focusing- I can do that! Whatcha got first for me, teach?”

"Well, my own teachers made me spend a long time just holding the sword and practicing lifting it and all that. To build up the muscle. But I think we can skip that with you since you definitely seem strong enough." Jackie pauses. "Iiiiin that case... okay, I'm curious. I'm going to attack with mine and you block. No specific moves, just do what you think. Then we'll reverse."

Bro grabs into the hilt of his sword with both of his hands and grins. “Lay it on me!”

Jackie grins. "Alright, if you insist." And he goes in for the attack.

Meanwhile, Chase is demonstrating how to nock an arrow. Unlike arrows in the modern world, there's no plastic part at the end that neatly fits on the string, only a small divet on the end of the shaft clearly made by a knife. "There are three vanes--that's the individual fletching bits--and you need to line it up so that a single one points away... elders, they're really going at it already?"

Bro shouts out and gets hits on his leg on the first swing, jumping back. But then as he tries to block the second one he gets hit on his arm. “Jesus!!”

Alt laughs, trying to notch the arrow, “that sounds about right-“

Jackie backs off quickly, smiling triumphantly. "Hey, you almost got it! You are pretty fast."

"You still beat him, Jackie!" Henrik calls.

"Hey, I'm trying to be encouraging!" Jackie shouts back. "Okay, okay, now you go for me."

Bro grins and nods, slipping back his foot and then trying to hit a couple blows on Jackie.

"Whoa!" Jackie takes a step back and defends himself, blocking all of Bro's attacks. "You have the energy, I see! That'll go a long way, but not all the way." He lowers the practice sword, smiling. "Alright, you're doing what a lot of beginners do while attacking, which is focusing on your opponent's front torso area. It's an instinctive thing, I think, to go for the center of mass, but, as you remember from what I did, a lot of sword attacks come for your sides and legs--because people tend to also focus on their own front torso area while protecting. You need to be aware of your whole body."

Bro thinks this over and then nods, grinning, "Makes sense! Guess its opposite of fighting with your fists- there you try to go for knocking someone off balance, usually from the center!"

"Makes sense!" Jackie nods. "With fists you have to get up close. Swords have reach. It's a sort of balancing act with them. Your opponent needs to be far enough so that their whole blade doesn't just slam into you, but you need to be close enough to land your own blows. Here, let's go slow so I can show you some blocking. Defense is most important when dealing with sharp metal."

"Okay!" Bro exclaims excitedly, getting into a fighting stance with his sword. "Yeah, I'm probably better at defending than anything- but usually I focus on dodging!"

"Dodging is also good! That's why there's always such a focus on footwork in swordplay. But defense comes first. Just in case your opponent is faster." Jackie raises his sword again. "Alright. There are three basic moves: block, parry, and sweep. For blocking, move your sword to meet mine." He moves in slow-motion, making to slash at Bro's torso.

Bro nods, trying his best to pay attention, ADHD be damned. When Jackie moves he moves his sword to block the slash before it hits his stomach.

"Perfect," Jackie says. "A parry is similar, but you have to wait until the last moment. What you did just now, with moving your sword up, would be too soon for a parry. The difference is that parries will often throw your opponent off-balance so you can attack. Here, try again." Jackie makes another slash attack.

Bro nods and tries to wait until the last moment then blocks and tries to push Jackie’s sword back, “like that?”

Jackie grins. "Pretty good, but it could be better. You're a bit eager, I can tell. Here, lemme move faster, that might help." Jackie repeats it again, going just a bit quicker.

Bro nods and dances in place slightly, like someone trying to get warmed up on the sidelines before trying to parry again, maybe going a bit fast still.

"You're still going a bit fast, but let's move on for now," Jackie says. "The sweep is when you use the flat part of the blade to knock the opponent's sword aside." Jackie demonstrates. "See how you twist your arm? Timing is most important here; you don't want to miss entirely. Okay? Let's try it." Jackie goes for the same slash attack.

Bro's eyes brighten and he grins, nodding. He waits then twists his arm to sweep at Jackie's blade, side stepping and bending low to give it more power.

"Whoa!" Jackie takes a step back from the force of the swing. He cracks a grin. "That was probably too much force for this speed, but it would be perfect for an actual fight."

Bro beams, proud of himself, "Fuck yeah, progress!" He does a little fist pump.

"Progress!" Jackie repeats cheerfully. They get back to practicing.

Jameson watches the two of them. I'm glad I chose the long range.

"Don't be glad until we see your aim," Chase says. "Here, there's a knot in the string, nock the arrow so it's just above that."

Alt follows Chase's advice and nocks the arrow and then pulls back the string. "Okay- i think I got it!"

"Great form, Alt!" Chase compliments. "Jameson, make sure you're holding the bow upwards." Jameson nods and raises it a bit. "And both of you make sure your elbow is parallel to the ground. Once you think you're ready, line up the point of the arrow with the target and loose."

Alt nods and lines up his shot, trying to take a deep breath and follow Chase's advice. His aim is a bit shaky and it drifts slightly but he does manage to hit the target at least!

"Great job, Alt!" Chase says. "I know that might sound unbelievable, but hey--you hit the target."

Yes, congratulations, Jameson says. His own arrow went very wide. I don't understand how I missed entirely.

"I was watching, you're both shaking a little. There was probably also some instinctive flinching when the bow string snaps."

Alt flushes and then tests out the string, "The string is hard to pull for me I think... the tension makes my arm wanna shake."

"Let me see if it's too tight," Chase offers, taking Alt's bow temporarily. He draws and releases it a couple times without arrows. "Hmm... there is a bit of tension, but this is pretty normal in my experience. Don't worry, people are always surprised by how much force it takes to draw the bow. I'll never understand how Lukas can handle that huge longbow of his when shortbows are this difficult."

Alt laughs, “I’m probably just out of shape- arm muscle wise at least. Magic doesn’t take a lot of muscle. I bet I can aim better at the target with a spell than an arrow.” He attempts to notch another arrow, fumbling for a second before drawing back again, trying to control how his arm shakes.

Don't worry, Alt, Marvin is the same way, Jameson says.

"Hey! I have muscle!" Marvin says defensively.

"He doesn't," Chase whispers to Alt playfully. "Yeah, in that case, you might just need to practice more. Here, both of you try again. I'll go too so you can watch me for reference." He moves to a target and nocks an arrow of his own.

Alt laughs, “Maybe we need to have a spell off!” He chuckles, only half joking. That could be fun… but this was equally as fun- even if his arms hurt. He nods and aims at the target again- breathes then let’s the arrow fly.

Alt's arrow flies and gets a bit closer to the target this time and he grins wide.

"Whoo!" Chase throws his hands in the air in celebration. "Great, Alt! Jameson! You both got closer!"

I still missed, Jameson points out.

"Closer is still good. Look, I've been doing this for years, and I'm still not an expert. See?" Chase's own arrow hit the middle ring of the target. "But the thing about hunting is that any hit is better than none."

Alt smiles at Jameson, "If it helps I did do some of this as a kid- Chase had a big knights phase so our aunts signed us up for lots of stuff."

That does help, actually, Jameson says, nodding.

"Didn't your parents ever make you take self-defense classes?" Marvin asks from the sidelines.

They did, that did not include bows. Did your parents ever make YOU take self-defense classes?

"They did until I threw a fit about it."

"That explains so much about you, actually," Henrik mutters.

Alt bursts out laughing, hiding it behind his sleeve. "Cut the guy some slack, magic is faster than a sword- maybe not an arrow though.. definitely not faster than a bullet though."

"I'm guessing a 'bulhet' is a type of weapon," Chase says. "Hey Marvin? Is magic faster than arrows?"

Marvin pauses for a moment, thinking about that. He mimes that grabbing-light gesture with his amulet a couple times. "Probably not," he concludes.

"Well then it has its advantages and disadvantages then!" Alt adds, "And yeah- it's a nasty one... not one you guys will have to worry about though."

"I'm glad of that, then," Chase says. "Alright you two. It's practice time. It'll be boring and hard, but it's how you get better."

After a bit more blows Jackie says "Alright, you have a choice now. Do you want to spend the next while doing the same thing over and over like I did when I was learning, or do you want to move on even if you only started here?"

"Hmmm-" Bro thinks, "that's a tough choice... I wanna learn more things!" He grins.

Jackie grins back. "How did I know you'd say that?”

"He's predictable like that!" Alt calls over. Bro sticks his tongue out at him.

“Alright, let's get to it then." Jackie says.

The rest of the morning passes with the group at the combat field, learning and practicing until hunger drove them to get lunch.

The Brody brothers enjoy their practice even if Bro has way more bruises and Alt's arms feel like jelly. But, Lunch is a relief.

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The trees are finally starting to thin out. The King brushes some low-hanging branches aside and sees a rolling field. Beyond the next couple hills he can see the peak of a tower. He smiles. "Success."

"Thank the goddess-" Magnificent moans as he comes up behind the King. "Yes nature is beautiful and blah blah blah but- civilization even if it is primitive..."

The King can't help but laugh. "Ah, so true." Even if he knew how to survive in the wild it didn't mean he wanted to. "We must hurry. I wonder what will be waiting for us."

Eventually, as they get closer, some buildings come into view. Typical for this area, they are white plaster supported with wood, their roofs made of thatch. They are surrounded by a short wall, chest-high. In the center of the cluster of buildings is the palace, tall towers reaching high.

Magnificent follows after the King and studies the buildings as they pass. So different from what he was used to... little glass in sight. Which makes sense but- still weird. It's almost charming. But, like the King, he sets his eyes on the palace.

Some of the buildings' walls have collapsed due to neglect. Many are missing thatch from their roofs. The King glances at them, but ignores them. Instead he heads straight for the palace. There's a large set of heavy-looking front doors. He stares at them for a moment, then bends down and pulls a loose stone from the street. And quickly throws it through one of the glass windows.

Magnificent jumps and then hisses to the king, "The hell are you doing??"

"Saving my strength. I know you can appear through walls, but I would have to open those doors, and I don't feel like straining myself after a hike through the wild." The King walks up to the window, clears the broken glass, and climbs through.

Magnificent blinks and then chuckles slightly at the sight of the King scurrying through the window. He teleports through with little effort.

The interior of the palace is dusty and faded, a tattered green carpet underfoot and large tapestries on the walls. The King takes a moment to stare at one featuring a man with green eyes holding a sword. Then he looks away. "I suppose we explore now."

Magnificent studies the tapestry and the king's reaction and gestures towards it, "There a story behind this one?"

"There's stories behind most of them," the King says, glancing back at that one. "The royal family was big on history. That is a work honoring Samuel the Green-Eyed. The first King." He pauses. "My legacy." His voice is tinged with bitterness. Without another word, he starts walking down the hall.

Magnificent raises an eyebrow at this, and starts following after the King. But, that doesn't mean he won't push some buttons. "So- sounds like this isn't a legacy you- particularly enjoy, hm? The bitterness is your voice was palpable."

The King laughs darkly. "How shall I put this...?" He taps his fingers against his chin, stroking the beard. "We could have been so much more. But Samuel simply settled."

"Oh? How so?" Magnificent presses. "Wasn't ambitious enough? Didn't conquer enough land?"

"Exactly." The King smiles. "Why settle for half the island? Why not sail to the other kingdoms, or settle the Wyldwood beyond the Dragon's Teeth? Even back then, they would have been able to do both those things. But no. And here we have stayed."

He pushes open a door. "Oh good, the kitchen."

"Ah- I see. Do you plan to expand your territory then? Out do what your ancestors did?" Magnificent asks.

"Exactly." His smile widens as he walks across the room. "Once that annoying rebellion is squashed, all our efforts will go to the army... and the navy we do not yet have. That always seemed foolish, for an island."

"Sounds like a sound plan. Rebels are always troublesome though. Humans and their 'hope' and 'caring for others' bullshit." The mad magician snorts.

The King chuckles and looks at Magnificent. "I have never met someone else who spoke as I believed." It's a shame the magician is definitely planning to betray him.

Magnificent chuckles too and hops up to sit on the closest counter, curling his arm under his chin as he watches the King. "Well- I'm not sure you'll ever meet someone else like me, Aodhan, dear~ I'm one-of-a-kind, you know."

"I thought the same about myself before I met you," the King mutters.He reaches another door and pushes it open. The pantry is stocked, the spell used to preserve everything still intact. Good. "Would you look at that. We could have whatever we wanted tonight."

Mag eyes the pantry and smirks. "Oh good."

The King walks into the pantry and starts picking out items. Amazing that this spell even kept the fruit fresh.

He leans against the wall and bites into an apple, looking thoughtful. "I propose we stay here for the day and night. Then in the morning we stock up and head down the road."

Magnificent flops back onto the counter and lets himself lay down, even if its dusty. Feels good on his weary body. "Good enough for me."

The King nods. "In which case, we'll look around for some more. Unless you're comfortable right there."

"Oh yes the dust is very comfortable- like a warm fuzzy blanket." Mag deadpans before teleporting back to be by the king wiping himself off.

The King laughs. "Well let's see if there are some actual blankets still in here. Even moth eaten ones would be an improvement."

Magnificent sneezes from all the dust and wipes at his nose as he follows after the King as he heads back out.

As they leave the pantry and the kitchen, a bird sitting on a hall windowsill suddenly flaps off and flies away. The King stops, staring at the spot it was with narrowed eyes.

Mag blinks and follows the bird's path before raising an eyebrow at the King. "... grudge against birds or...?"

"That was a searcher pigeon," he mutters. "It could have stopped here while on its way somewhere else. We could have scared it off right now. Or... it could have found what it was looking for."

"...who would know we were here though?" Magnificent narrows his eyes after the bird now. "I mean... unless it your knights or whatever. Bet they're going crazy that their King is missing."

"They wouldn't have known we were here. But they would know now." The King pauses for a moment. "It could be from Suilthair. The warriors or some nobles could have gotten concerned about my absence. Or..." He pauses again. "Well, it's best to be prepared. Rest and food. Leave in the morning."

"Who else would just have a random pigeon searching or waiting at an abandoned palace?" Mag grumbles.

"Well, I'm not sure of the resources of those rebels I mentioned, but... it's possible," the King says, slowly walking down the hallway again.

"Hm..." Magnificent looks out the window for a second before following after the King.

#SITCV FM #swap into the crystalverse #swapboys #fantasy masks au #alt anti #bro fantastic #swap magnificent #this chapter is pretty much just 'male bonding' the chapter GJVBK #the fm boys teach the swapboys to fight :)#and this is also the start of what me and cry called the 'toxic yuri' stage of the king and mag's relationship #they're so????#its hard to explain but maybe you guys will see it too XD #also we going the long way babyyyy #which i think makes the story flow a bit better lol #so it works out! :D

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ragnar0c · 2 months

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What if I finished editing my eo4 fic chapters... Then I'd have like 3 works. It'd be awesome.

#ragna ramblings #EO4 sillies....#Guess the title....#MISADVENTURER'S GUILD #OoS FM and MG LETSS GOOO #Girl who looks at all her works like Narcissus in the pond #Number 1 Ragnarok fan when Ragnarok has an idea

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witch-hazels-musings · 9 months

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Chivalry

warning: princess!reader, knight!character (slight AU* Prince and Princess) | sfw | age mention: 23 (Reader) | angst* (due to different social statuses, reader confinement/isolation, reader is kidnapped & rescued (bound, eyes covered, put in a small box), kaeya is beaten T.T), comfort* (happy ending yayayay) | forbidden love | pre-relationship | kissing!

Knight!Kaeya x fm reader | anthology (Albedo, Jean - coming soon)

You hung your head low, avoided the piercing eyes of the nosey, curious bystanders who happened to be around every time you were. Your life was placed on a pedestal, cast in a light so bright you wanted to shed your skin and melt away.

To the kingdom you were its ‘gift from the heavens’. A miracle, a good omen. A precious gem whose luster should never be tarnished. And for that you were locked away.

You were more like a prisoner than a princess. Albeit a gilded one.

You were already trapped but as you walked to the grand hall with an escort of polished maids, you were headed to suffocation.

“Sir Kaeya Alberich, do you vow to fulfil your duty of protecting the Princess no matter the stakes.” You watched as the King, your father, towered above the blue-haired knight who knelt before him. You hardly paid attention. Instead, you put on your practiced face while your mind ran through the fields of the kingdom you’d never see. Something moved to your right. Automatically you straightened your back and lifted your head at the feeling of your mothers sharp eyes.

“My vow is my seal, your majesty,” the knight spoke. His hand moving to his chest but he didn’t raise his head.

“You are not originally a ward of my kingdom, for this reason I see fit to mark any failure as punishable by death.”

His statement hung heavy in the hall. Murmurs from nobles passed around ivy decorated pillars, gasps rose in front of golden dishes holding food no-one touched. Your chest tightened; why would anyway agree to those terms. One person couldn’t possibly be that important. You frowned and hoped your mother didn’t notice.

“I understand,” the knight said and you fought back an expression of disgust.

“So be it,” the King snapped his fingers and the room stilled. You rose from the cushioned chair beside the Queen while a maid fussed with your long, elegant dress. “Rise, Sir Alberich.”

Kaeya Alberich lifted off his knees and you took him in for the first time. His complexion was tanned, he had waist-length hair that was tied off to the side, the ponytail falling over his left shoulder in waves of cobalt and azure. His armor of silver reflected the dangling crystals that hung about the gold-lined windows in the hall. Over his right eye was a black eyepatch that was shrouded by his bangs. Kaeya was, without a doubt, handsome, and you found the juxtaposition of his hue against the narrow, red rug beneath him striking.

The knight made eye contact with you so you looked at your hands.

The King called for you to stand at his side. As trained, you moved like fluid to reach him, made sure your expression was serene like the paintings of your likeness lining the castle walls. “From henceforth, you will be the sword, the shield, the protector of our kingdoms greatest asset. Should harm befall her, so too shall it you.”

“I will guard her with every breath,” he affirmed with a nod but when he lifted it just enough to look your way, you swore he winked at you.

The room erupted in polite applause. You felt the hand of your mother against your back as she glided down from her seat as if to display her love for her daughter. You, however, looked on and did your best not to cry.

After the ceremony ended, you were escorted back to your bedchambers with one extra in tow. Your new personal knight walked silently behind the entourage of attendants. His armor clinging and echoing in the hall was the only indication he was even there.

The labyrinth between the main castle and your hidden quarters made the already oppressive atmosphere thicker. Your gown was thin but you felt weighted down by it.

“Wait here,” the head maid instructed your new guardian before she closed the door in his face and assisted you with changing. Your mother had instructed them to never keep you in the same clothes for long. There were days you’d have on upwards to nine different outfits just to satisfy her. The Queen’s own personal doll.

When they were finished, you were wearing a flowing gown that spilled out behind you when you walked. It showed bits of your back, which you hated, and had strands of translucent fabric coming off your chest connecting to golden bracelets around your wrists. It was a hue of your least favorite color. You looked at your reflection and tried to be happy.

The head maid shooed the others to other duties while she took it upon herself to let the patient knight back in.

“You are not allowed to be close to the princess,” she barked as he stepped into the room; too far for her liking. Kaeya looked down at her which made her fluff up like a mother hen. If there was anymore more protective than Lila, you didn’t want to know.

“It’s alright, Lila, I’m sure he was vetted thoroughly. Were you not?” You appeared from behind a tall, viridian green divider that had carved scenes of landscapes you’d seen only in picture books. The shoes one of the maids tied to your feet clacked against the marble floors, drawing the knight and your maid’s attention. Sir Alberich took you in for so long you had to cross your arms and cough to get him to answer you.

“I can assure you I will bring no harm to the Princess,” he answered, more to Lila than to you but his focus never left you. Suddenly, he bowed for a proper introduction, “Kaeya Alberich, pleased to make your acquaintance. As professed prior, I will ensure your safety or my life take me.”

You rolled your eyes, “Please, I’m not worth that level of commitment.”

“Princess!” Lila screamed as she rushed over to you. She took your hand and smacked it, “do not say such things,” she hit your fingers again making the tips sting. “I will not hear it! What would your mothe-”

You watched as Sir Alberich snatched Lila’s wrist before it could fall one more time. The action stole your breath and made both you and your maid stumble.

“Ah-ah, this won’t do,” he tisked, a gentle smile on his lips even though the eye you could see said something different. “I can’t let you continue with such violent actions. If you wish to hit someone, I will take her place,” Sir Alberich offered his hand by placing it above your own. Lila, understandably frustrated and taken aback released you before taking several steps away.

“I-I will check on your mid-day meal ,my lady,” she huffed, adjusting her skirt as she stumbled toward the door.

“None for me?” He called to her but she was already gone. “How cruel,” he chuckled, turning his attention to your warm fingers. Using a gentle touch, he lifted them. One palm above and below and soon the heat started to fade into a cool, localized chill.

“How’s that?” He asked. You were painfully aware how close he was to you. A shiver ran up your arms.

“F-fine.” You’d never met someone who could manipulate the elements like this. Of course you’d heard of vision users, but no one you’d come into contact with held one. If they did, it was kept a secret.

“Delightful,” he hummed as he looked at you. “Mm, that’s better,” he said as he removed one of his hands so he could see your fingers. He had gloves on but you could still feel the warmth of his palm.

“T-Thank you, Sir Alberich.” Pulling your hand to your chest, you tried to hide the way it trembled. When was the last time a man touched you?

“Kaeya,” he corrected, catching you off guard.

“I’m sorry?”

“Call me Kaeya, Princess,” he explained, emphasizing a little too sweetly on the title you had. The corner of his mouth lifted higher the more uncomfortable you became.

“I ... That would be improper. B-Besides,” you shook your head, taking another step back not noticing you were nearing the shallow steps that led further into your bedroom. “I barely know you.”

“Hmm, that may be true,” he said taking a step toward you. Rubbing his chin, he thought for a moment. “A compromise then.”

“... compromise?”

“In public you can address me however you’d like. Sir Alberich, Sir Knight, my loyal protector,” he teased, playfulness written all over his face. He chuckled and your cheeks grew warm, “but in private, call me, Kaeya.”

“I couldn’t --” you stammered, moving backward as he approached. It was strange, you didn’t feel threatened but you somehow knew it was dangerous to let him get closer.

“It seems we are in private right now, Princess,” he noted, scanning the room. “Come on, give it a try.”

“Sir - Sir Alb-” you put out your hand as you fell backward, tripping over the steps you forgot existed. Unsurprisingly, he caught you. His hand wrapped expertly around your arm, the other pressed against your lower back as he pulled you away from danger. When you were stable, he let you stand on your own.

“What were you saying?” He smirked, not letting you escape even though he technically wasn’t holding you hostage.

Your fingers dug into the fabric about your chest. Your heart was pounding and you felt light-headed. Nervous, you scanned the room but found it was only you and your knight.

“K-Kaeya,” you mumbled. Saying his name felt like a violation of etiquette. It made your ears ring but when you stole a peek at him, your world shifted color.

Kaeya reached for your hand, his thumb brushed over your fingers, the fingers he had protected moments ago. “My Princess,” he whispered above them before placing a kiss to the tips of your nails. He lingered there for what felt like forever. You found it hard to breathe. “There, easier than you expected, hmm?”

He rose to his full height and you pulled your hand away. The sound of rushing footsteps, no doubt belonging to your head maid, echoed just outside the hall.

“If y-you’ll excuse me,” you stammered and practically ran to the washroom praying, for once, someone would give you five minutes of privacy.

Day’s turned into weeks, weeks into months, and you and Kaeya settled into an easy rhythm. Or as easy as it could be. Most of your days were boring. You weren’t allowed to wander around the castle without permission. Even going to the private library had to be passed through channel after channel. You thought getting a personal guard would make it easier for you to live a ‘normal’ life; what a lie that turned out to be.

You hated the rules, hated the expectations; so, naturally, a person born without them would find this secluded lifestyle miserable - Kaeya never complained. Not once did you see him huff or roll his eyes at the state of your life. Instead, he moved about it with ease. Made jokes and had fun even if you found it difficult. He seemed to even have fun with you. The days didn’t seem so lonely with him around.

Maybe whatever duty he had before being whisked away to be your knight was tedious or dreadful - this, probably, seemed like a walk in the park.

Nothing bad ever happened save for an accidental cut when being fitted for a new dress, of which twenty new ones were on their way, or a burn from eating something too hot. Otherwise there were rumored threats that came your way. Threats you weren’t aware of until your father dished out hoards of the kingdoms wealth on a suitable protector for you. Kaeya was not the first knight you were given in your life.

Once, you stumbled on one of the ‘so-called’ letters when you were waiting for your mother to finish getting ready. It was sticking out of the edge of her journal. Your heart was racing as you read it, not because of the contents, more for being caught with something you weren’t supposed to see.

Your parents shielded you from every possible threat but they couldn’t understand how that level of protection harmed you mentally. Their obsession with your safety had turned into chains, their promises of a good life were rose-tinted and flimsy. They wanted a child so badly, but they forgot why the moment you were born.

Slowly, you pulled your attention away from the book in your lap. You’d read the story multiple times, ran your fingers over the pages that had been stolen so you wouldn’t be hurt by the scenes that played out on them. You tried to imagine what the characters went through, what occurred during their forced time-skip. Your ideas changed over the years until you realized it didn’t matter anyway.

Gazing through the thick, crystal glass in your conservatory, you watched sheets of water glide over the other side. You reached out and touch it but felt only cold. Around you the aroma of exotic flowers filled the space, forgotten food lay untouched on a silver tray. There were ample places for you to sit, but you always chose the one closest to the windows. Maybe one day you’d finally break through them.

“Princess,” Kaeya’s voice interrupted your thoughts. When you twisted to look at him he froze in the doorway. His brows bunched up, eyes narrowed as he made his way toward you. With ease he sat in the empty space in front of you. The long day bed creaked at his weight, you moved your legs to avoid touching him.

Kaeya pulled off his glove.

Your gaze grew distant.

Kaeya cupped your cheek and slowly brushed away your tears.

You faded away.

And while you slept beside him, he looked through the distorted glass as his bare fingers brushed through your well-kept hair.

On the night of the new moon, everything changed.

You awoke to find yourself tied up and alone, headed to a place you didn’t know. The threats that were just rumors had finally come to fruition. While the kingdom slept, infiltrators acted their plan.

You overheard their conversations through the bindings they tied around your head. Bleeding arguments seeped through the wrappings you were sure had torn out chunks of your hair. For a while you thought it was a dream until rough hands picked you up and threw you against splintering wood. Whoever they were, they were in a hurry.

“L-Lock it already!” One stuttered, their tone tense and anxious.

“I’m trying,” another said and soon you heard the sound of a lock falling in place. Lifting up, you rammed your head into the celling and fell back down with a heavy thud. Were you in some kind of crate? You stretched but couldn’t extend your legs completely. If your hands weren’t tied behind your back you might be able to feel around. For now you’d do your best to loosen the bindings.

“-- money --!”

“Hahah, we’re --- good for ---”

“--- keep her who knows --- much - make -”

Straining to hear, you picked up even less of their conversation than before. From what you could gather, they just wanted to hold you long enough to get a hefty ransom. You hoped that’s all they wanted. At some point you began to shiver the longer the cart you were in rocked back and forth.

“-- that?” The cart slowed causing you to roll into the side of your small enclosure.

“huh?”

“-- hear th-- AH!” Horrible cries erupted around you. The world outside was so foreign to you that every nightmarish thought you ever had ran through your mind. Their screams grew louder, more guttural, until they stopped as soon as they started.

Tossing in the small space, you wondered if you should make noise or not. If these thieves were attacked by other thieves, would they search the cart only to find you? Would they look over whatever container you were in and let you die alone and afraid. You struggled against your bindings - if it was another threat, having your hands ready might give you the edge you needed.

The cart jostled violently. The creak of a door sounded more like metal bending by enormous force. The lock you heard earlier strained against something before shattering. You scratched up your arms but managed to free your hands. Shifting to your back, you prepared your legs and hands for a fight.

A gust of chilly night air hit you and you launched forward hopeful you were attacking whatever had come to steal your life. Strong hands grabbed you so you thrashed against them.

“GET OFF! LET GO OF ME!” You shouted in the darkness until something ripped the binding off and you could see the face of your attacker.

Kaeya’s face appeared in the shade of the night sky. His complexion looked wrong, unlike him, there was panic in his eyes that didn’t ease even when you said his name. You relaxed, looked past him and saw an arm extended in the dirt.

With expert strength, Kaeya scooped you up. His body shaking as he held you to his chest, as he walked away from the cart so you couldn’t see what he had done to those who stole you from him, as his hand pressed against the back of your head. Your feet dangled over the musty earth while your arms wrapped around his neck.

“You’re alright,” he breathed against into your hair. Repeated the words until they became nothing but mumbling noise.

“You came for me,” you said and tightened your grip.

“You thought that I wouldn’t?” His question had the cadence of a joke but his trembling voice betrayed him. Carefully he set you on the ground and began to look you over. His jaw clenched when he saw the state of your wrists, his eye turned a shade darker when he noticed the cut on your cheek.

“They’re just small injuries, that’s it,” you tried to reassure him but that didn’t seem to work. He was raging, you could tell.

Tenderly, you brushed the hair on his brow. You meant to comfort him but instead you did something else. Kaeya pushed you back until you bumped into the sturdy tree-trunk. His fingers snagged your wrist before brining it to his lips so he could kiss the bruises starting to form.

“... kaeya ...!” you pushed against him, confused and overwhelmed by the sensation. He had been touchy with you before. A wandering hand at your back, a playful shake of your head as he held your chin when you didn’t listen, sat a bit too close while you were working on something, but this. Never this.

Kaeya grabbed your other wrist. Bounced back and forth with his affections while you slid further down the tree.

It was difficult to breathe. Why was he doing this?

“ ... sir ... sir ka-”

“Don’t say it,” he pleaded, appearing in front of your face so fast your head bounced back, startled. “Not yet,” Kaeya leaned in and kissed you, his hands holding your own to his chest while he pushed into your lips with his. You felt dizzy, heart fluttered.

When he finally pulled back you were gasping. It was so hard to focus on anything but him.

“I serve you --” he whispered above your lips, the caress of them as he spoke tickled and made you shiver. “Tell me to stop.” A shock went down your spine. Looking at his face you noticed how his gaze was locked on your lips. “Tell me -” he pleaded, desperate, desire dripping of him. You knew what to say, knew what was expected but knowing the feel of his lips made your will distorted.

“d-- s-stop --” the words bubbled on your lips. You heard them but it didn’t sound like you; that wasn’t what you thought you’d say. Kaeya moved closer only to pull back moments later. You stumbled at the absence of him and tried to catch your breath.

Kaeya, jaw clenching, ran his hands through his hair before turning his back to you. For a moment, the two of you were silent. Composing yourselves with whatever strength you had.

“We aren’t far from the castle.” He eventually said, voice back to normal. The honeyed tone covering each word. “We need to return now before the King sends out his whole army.” He turned, extending his hand toward you. “Can you walk?”

“ ... yes.”

“Ready when you are,” he said and you took his hand even though it was torturous to your heart. What did his actions really mean -- and how could either of you go back now that you knew what the other tasted like?

The two of you returned you to the castle in the early morning but the comfort of the stone walls soon turned into a nightmare as royal guards ripped the two of you apart and drug Kaeya to be reprimanded while you struggled in vain to stop them.

Your mother held your bruised wrist so tightly you swore it would break all the while you’d be forced to watch as several guards beat Kaeya. You weren’t supposed to be here, you’d broken every rule to fight your way to him but he - he was worth it.

“STOP!” You shouted, clawing at your mothers wrist, tearing beads and jewels off her sleeve. “FATHER STOP THIS!” Lila, tears in her eyes, rushed toward you to try and pull you back through the door you burst through moments ago.

She was conflicted by rules and love, “Princess, you mus’nt.”

“He didn’t hurt me. FATHER PLEASE!”

Your heart was shattering, you felt weak and strong at the same time. Like a caged animal who sees the light of freedom, you shook against the hands that held you back.

“Mother, please --” you gazed up at the Queen whose expression was twisted. She was the only one powerful enough to stop the king but in the twenty-three years you’d known her, she never once went against him. “Mom, look at me please,” she did, the corner of her eyes glistening, “If you care for me at all -- please.”

You could hear the sounds of every contact, every brutal landing against Kaeya. He never made a noise.

Torn, conflicted, your mother’s grip eased which gave you the chance to make a break for it. Without thinking, with cries and screams chasing after you, you ran toward the man who gave you his life so you could give him yours.

Shoving past the guards as they swung, one of their blunted weapons made contact with your shoulder but you didn’t care. Kaeya’s eyes went wide. You threw your arms out toward him. He did the same and caught you and brought you below him, shielding you from the blows that followed.

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!” Your fathers voice echoed, causing you to tighten your grip around your knights neck. He pressed his bloodied palm against your back and lifted his head. You peeked to look at him only for your your blood run cold at the expression on Kaeya’s face.

His eyepatch had fallen off. You could see the sharpness of his eyes. One rich in royal blue while the other a paler white, an old scar slowly turning red from a cut at his hairline. He had a split lip and another cut against his nose. You bit back a sob at the sate of him while everyone else took several steps back.

“Release my daughter,” the King rumbled, stealing a sword from one of the guards.

“She came to me,” Kaeya bit back, aura growing darker at the sight of the weapon.

“Daughter.”

“I won’t leave.”

“Enough of this! Do as I say or I will --”

“Will what?!” Everything boiled up at once. The floodgates opened and you let them flow, “Keep me in a cage for the rest of my life?” You adjusted so you could look at the royal family, at the guards who were unsure what to do, at the maid who raised you hiding behind her hands, but wherever you looked, you never let go of him, “My life is already one of a prisoner. Do what you want with it! I was certainly never the owner of it - so take it! Take my life!”

“Hu-husband,” your mother took a tentative step toward your father but he shook her hand away.

You continued even though your throat was tight, even though your arms trembled and you could feel the sticky , sickly heat of Kaeya’s blood seep into your gown, “I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever it is - I will be obedient but, please, let Kaeya go.”

Everyone fell silent, even Kaeya who’s breathing was ragged in your ear. He opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted.

“Why would I do that?” The King asked, knuckles turning whiter the longer he held onto his sword.

You choked down a sob, “Because I love him.”

The truth was a weight off your chest but would it make a difference? A princess falling for a knight -- there was no precedent for it.

“You - love - him?” Your father swallowed every word.

“I do, father.”

The king scoffed but before he could lift his sword, your mothers palm pressed against his chest, “what about you, knight?”

Kaeya, without warning, moved to stand and you helped him by pressing your hands against his chest being careful not to touch the bruises he had. Fear and worry gripped you - what was he doing?

He wrapped his arm around your back and held you too him while he crafted a sword out of frost in his other. He panted, wheezed and spat out blood from his mouth but through it all his chin remained lifted.

“Give me nothing but her love and I will revel in it for the remainder of my days.”

“You love my daughter?”

“With every breath.”

You couldn’t stop the tears as they cascaded down your cheeks. You thought it when he kissed you in the dark, hoped it meant what you wanted, but hearing him say it ---

Desperate, you looked toward your mother.

The Queen stepped between the King and the two of you, her eyes softer than they’d ever been. For a moment you recalled the warmth of those eyes as if her arms were holding you once again.

“Sir Alberich, you are herby unbound from your duty. The vows you once took are dissolved.” She held up her hand, her husband held his tongue. “For your service, and the rescue of our only he- for the rescue of my beloved daughter, I will grant you one request. Whatever that may be.”

Kaeya dissolved his weapon, you adjusted under his arm to keep him steady. He was let go of his vows. Relieved, you couldn’t help but smile at him. Kaeya looked at you then back to the Queen and the supportive, if not by force, King.

“You will grant me anything I wish?” Kaeya confirmed and the Queen nodded. Grabbing your hand, he took a step forward, “Release her.” He said with determination as he pulled you in front of him.

You twisted, shocked at his request, “Kaeya --?” Confusion washing over your face, he didn’t hesitate to explain himself.

“Ah, you haven’t realized it yet,” he mused as his thumb ran across you the cut on your cheek, “all your life you’ve been viewed as something to be won, a commodity, but that’s not what you are. I do not want you caged, bound like some trophy to put on the shelf. I will have you, Princess, but by your choice alone.” Searching his eyes, you landed on every bruise, cut, and scrape he accrued for your sake. “Let her live, that is my wish,” he doubled-down as he gazed at you the way you always wished someone would.

Kaeya saw you ---

“Granted,” your mother’s voice broke and when you looked toward her you saw her crying. All the fear of losing her daughter was finally outweighed with the understanding that holding her with bars of protection had nearly done just that. “Whether you wish to keep or throw away your title, I will - I will support you, whatever you wish to be. We will be here,” she expressed through her tears.

You never knew the bite of real shackles but you swore your arms and legs felt lighter at her words.

You were free. Free.

Stepping toward Kaeya, you made your commitment, “you say it is my choice,” you repeated with a glistening, cheek-straining smile, “but, I believe, Sir Alberich, you must know the choice was never my own. Certainly, my heart would surely break if it didn’t belong to you.”

Kaeya leaned toward your lips, “I thought we agreed on Kaeya, hmm?”

“You’re right, Kaeya.”

“That’s better,” he hummed as his lips pressed against yours and you were filled with the overpowering taste of iron and utter devotion.

The story is your own - however you want to have it

Just remember to live

Live to the fullest

The both of you --

You, and your beloved Knight, Kaeya Alberich.

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