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#//Or to Springvale where he could be FREE. And do what he WANTED. Crepus and Addie deciding to play it cool to see what he does
dutybcrne · 2 months
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You ever wonder if Diluc was one of those kids who would cry abt how they were going to run away from home whenever he got upset, even packed a little rucksack or smth and everything, but never actually left bc he ended up getting too upset by the idea of actually leaving esp since his parent seemed so chill abt it-
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adrianasunderworld · 2 years
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I crave some brotherly shenanigans, so have some Diluc and Kaeya headcanons.
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We all know how much Kaeya loves summer. Soaking up the sun, sandcastles, swimming and all that fun stuff. In contrast, Diluc loves winter. As a kid he loved snowmen, curling up with books in a pillowfort in front of the fireplace, drinking hot coco. Crepus would take the boys ice skating every year.
They were both a nightmare to deal with on road trips, especially when they were very little. Despite Crepus best attempts to pack up all sorts of toys and activities to do, even the most well behaved siblings can only sit in a carriage for so long before boredom takes hold. Kaeya would always go, "I'm not touching you" "yes you are!" Or Diluc would start throwing toys to make some terrible game of catch. They had to make a lot of stops for them to get that energy out.
Despite how rich they were, Crepus wanted them to have good work ethic, so he had weekly chores for them to do. Mostly things like keeping their rooms tidy so the maids have less to do when they deep clean. Help count the wine stock. Go to springvale to pick up meat for dinner. Sweeping the stairs. Etc. Kaeya preferred doing the ones where was with people more. Like going to shops or helping the maids, mostly because he always overheard the juicy stories. Meanwhile Diluc liked the more outdoorsy chores, like picking grapes and fixing stuff. He was a very hands on kid.
Kaeya is the younger of the two, but he hit that growth spurt first when they were around 12/13. And loved to tease Diluc about how he's the big brother now.
They would sneak down to the kitchen at night for snacks all the time.
Diluc was still pretty young when he got his vision. Of course the first thing they did was see what they could set on fire. Kaeya suggested trying to defeat the cryo slimes that were always down by the river. That didn't work. They were chased all the way into the mansion with singed grass in their wake.
Kaeya has always been the more fashionable of the two. In their teens, Diluc asked Kaeya to help him figure out what looked good on him.
Plenty of staff members had children of their own, some even lived on the winery grounds in the staff lodgings. The brothers were friends with all the kids around their age and every other week was some sort of slumber party.
Diluc was excited to have another kid in the house with him when Crepus first took Kaeya in. He did his best to make the boy feel welcome, from sharing all this toys and reading his books with him. Even introducing him to all the other kids.
They started sword fighting lessons as kids. Crepus hired the best instructor available in Mondstadt for his boys. And what do these two do on the first day with the wooden practice swords? Beat the shit out of each other. The instructor had their work cut out for them.
Even in adulthood with their strained relationship, they never actually try to cut contact with each other. Neither one of them is ready for that. After all, they are each others only family left.
They still gift each other on their birthdays. Diluc usually let's Kaeya drink for free, or gets him something practical. Kaeya will get Diluc something like an accessory he knows Diluc would like but likely wouldn't buy for himself.
Kaeya likes to mess with Diluc by telling Donna when he's working the bar, with a subtle hint of what color and fragrance he likes. Then laughs from the sidelines as he watches Diluc try to politely avoid her.
Despite all of their fighting, if there is a common goal or enemy, watch out. If you have ever seen Lucifer, the scene where "I know who did this." "I'll drive." That vibe.
All their old toys and games are still in the winery packed away. It is a common thing to argue about. "Diluc I want my trading cards back." "First of all, they are our cards, second if you want them so bad come get them." "Excuse you, who put in the work to collect them?" "Not you, that's for sure." They can go on for hours on that alone.
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gshinisalesbian · 3 years
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Midnight Moon II
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Kaeya x Reader (Part 2 of 3)
Here for Part 1!
13
That night, a heavy storm blew through Mondstadt. You and Kaeya huddled together under an old tree, your knees held against your chest as you gazed up at the sky. You felt the stiffness of Kaeya’s body next to yours; he hadn’t said a word since his father left you two.
You doubted Kaeya’s father would come back.
They were Khaenri’ah’s “last hope” as they had so often been called. What were silly things like family bonds when compared to saving their home?
You shivered, the cold reaching your bones. Mondstadt was the city of freedom, and you had felt that euphoric feeling when you had entered the city. But it was a lie, you realized, as you sat out in the storm. You could never be free, not while you were responsible for all of Khaenri’ah.
“Are you cold?” Kaeya finally spoke, his blue eyes staring blankly ahead of him. You could feel the warmth of him next to you, but you wondered how much of him was really there with you.
“A little. I’m alright, though. ... Are you?”
“I don’t know,” he said quietly. You were surprised: such a tone was truly unlike him. “But I do know that we have a job to do now. That’s all we’re supposed to think about, right?”
“Yeah.” You let out a small breath of air, wrapping your arms around yourself. “You’re right.”
“Hey!” You heard a voice call out loudly, your eyes shooting to try and peer through the storm. “Who are you?”
You recognized the face of Master Crepus approaching you two, a defensive stance in his limbs. He was the owner of this winery, and was famous as being the best wine maker in all of the seven nations. He no doubt thought the two of you were here to rob him.
And weren’t you? Maybe not of his life’s work, but of the information he held that Khaenri’ah could use against his home.
“My name is Kaeya,” you heard him say next to you, trying to pull the expression of a frightened, lost child. “And this is my life companion, Y/N. We’re orphans with no where to go, you see, and we were just trying to take shelter from the storm.”
“Orphans?” Crepus asked, his eyebrows knitting in an expression you couldn’t quite read. “How long have you been alone, boy?”
“Months now, Master,” you answered for Kaeya, not having to hide your shivers from the cold. “We have no food or Mora. We are sorry for trespassing, sir, but we truly have no place to go.”
Crepus considered you two, eyes taking in your messy hair and his dirty clothes. He saw the tired lines under Kaeya’s eyes, the callouses that covered your hands.
He sighed, running a hand through his ruby hair. “Well, there’s nothing else to be done about it. Come with me. The least I can give you two is food and new clothes.”
He glanced at Kaeya, a frown growing on his face. “I have a son your age. I couldn’t bear to see someone so like him in your condition.”
With that he turned, leading the way for you and Kaeya.
You and him shared a glance, looking into his blue eyes. You were flooded with warmth and comfort. Kaeya always had that effect on you, and you knew that whatever would happen from now, you would have Kaeya by your side until the end.
14
You and Kaeya had lived with Crepus for a year now, gathering more and more intel while slowly growing even more guilty about it.
Kaeya had grown close to Crepus’ son, Diluc, so close that they were inseparable. The boys, brothers in ever right, took you everywhere with them, traversing the fields of Springvale and the stores of Mondstadt’s city.
Diluc was the Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius, already possessing a Pyro vision even at such a young age. Still, you often saw the childish and innocent wonder that Diluc still held inside him, and you felt like maybe this place could be your home.
Crepus had grown attached to you and Kaeya, treating you the same as he did his own son. Being the only girl under his care, Crepus loved showering you in new dresses, ribbons, shoes, you name it. You weren’t too proud to admit that he loved to spoil you, but you weren’t going to complain about it either. It was very different from your old life in Khaenri’ah.
You turned to look at Kaeya, brushing your hair over your shoulder. “Kaeya, come help me for a second.”
Kaeya glanced up at you from where he sat on a nearby chair, glancing through a random book on the stand next to it. He stood, making his way over to you where you were standing in front of a tall mirror. “What do you need?”
“Tie my dress for me,” you said, lifting up his hair so he could reach it better. Such a request was not unusual for you; you and Kaeya had been incredibly close since you were 12, often sharing a bed when the other couldn’t sleep, or helping bathe the other when they were too weak or injured to do so themselves. Despite the teasing of adults, it had never been anything sexual; you two simply cared for each other, being comfortable enough around each other to not have such high boundaries anymore.
Kaeya complied, hands reaching down to tie the red ribbon around you waist to tighten your dress. You let your hair fall back down when he was done, gazing in the mirror at your appearance. You saw Kaeya was staring at you too in the mirror, blue eyes taking you in.
“You look beautiful,” he told you gently, a small smile playing on his lips. You felt it too. The dress was white and lacy, a silky red ribbon wrapped around you waist. You were certain it was more expansive than everything you had ever owned back at home.
“Thank you.” You smiled, turning around to look at him. “You look pretty yourself.”
Kaeya was dressed in an expansive white shirt, his black pants free of wrinkles or stains. His blue hair had gotten long enough to pull it back with a ribbon (which, you noted, was one of yours). You teasingly reached your hand forward, running your hand through his blue hair. “Quite the Prince Charming.”
“Please.” He wrinkled his nose at you with a laugh. “I’m better looking than him.”
“Oh, sure.” You rolled your eyes, enjoying seeing the amusement dance through Kaeya’s eyes.
Kaeya grabbed your hand, interlacing his dark fingers with yours. “Well, Princess, father and Diluc are waiting for us.”
You raised an eyebrow at that. Since when had Kaeya referred to Crepus as father?
“Of course. Wouldn’t want to make your boyfriend wait long for you.” You laughed at Kaeya’s pointed glare, letting out a small snort when he elbowed your side.
“Please, he couldn’t handle this.” He used his free hand to gesture to himself, wiggling his eyebrows at you.
“You better thank your lucky stars that I can.”
He laughed, pulling you by your intertwined hands to the door, holding it open for you with a playful bow.
15
“How did you get sticks in your hair...?” Diluc questioned you, running a brush through your hair.
You sheepishly shrugged, not particularly wanting to admit to Diluc that you had gotten into a fight with a neighboring (and quite unusual) hilichurl.
Diluc let out a small sigh, smiling at you. He was always very relaxed and carefree, and you knew how such an attitude easily charmed and captivated boys and girls alike in Mondstadt. Briefly you wondered if things would be different between you two if you did not feel as strongly towards Kaeya as you did.
Diluc continued to brush your hair in silence. Usually Kaeya would style your hair for you, but he was out with Crepus, trying to gather more intel from him. Not matter how relaxed you and Kaeya got here, you two were afraid what would happen to you (and Kaeya’s newfound brother and father) if you did not complete your mission.
You inefficienciantly had tried to do your hair yourself, but your hands were more accustomed to holding a sword than a brush. Diluc had noticed your struggles, and with a deep laugh, had offered to help you. You figured he put at least some work into his hair, noticing the long ruby strands, and had accepted.
Besides, you did want to get to know Diluc better. Despite living with Crepus and Diluc for so long, you had tried to avoid truly getting close with the young son. You didn’t want to add to your guilt, or get too attached to them when you would inevitably have to betray them. That didn’t stop Kaeya, however. Knowing how close the boys had gotten, you wanted to understand what Kaeya saw in him.
“So, Calvary Captain,” you started, noticing Diluc’s attention shift when you spoke. “How are the Knights treating you?”
Diluc practically beamed, pride radiating off his skin. “Couldn’t be better. I’m making my father proud.”
You stiffened, his words reminding you of Kaeya only a few years before. You wondered if Kaeya could have had a life like him if only they had been born in another life, far away from their homeland.
“That’s wonderful,” you said weakly, but Diluc took no notice, his eyes gleaming with untold confidence. He seemed to take his duty seriously, but that didn’t erase the childish adoration he still held.
You smiled to yourself. Diluc was so confident and energetic; you really couldn’t ever imagine him losing those characteristics even as an adult. You were certain he would grow up being just as cheerful and carefree.
Without realizing it, a fantasy formed in your mind. You imagined Kaeya too, still Diluc’s brother, still boisterous and teasing, joking with Diluc without having to worry about the weight that hung on his shoulders. He was older now, and free, and home.
And you were by his side, more matured and careful, but comfortable with the brothers, comfortable with the home you had built. Kaeya looked over at you, a smile in his older eyes as he leaned down and kissed your forehead. You could feel the affection and fondness on his lips, and without realizing it, you knew that this dream was what you wanted more than anything.
But it could never come true.
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