#he legitimately could be.
pairing: kaeya x gn!reader
warnings: canon-typical weapon speak
a/n: the brain rioted and called for prince kaeya so,,,, the starseeker nickname comes inspired from dain’s own title as the twilight sword, and kaeya very much has a big fat crush on you and your knightliness ehe (edit: I ALSO FORGOT THAT HES ALREADY ONE OF BENNETT’S DADS BUT LETS JUST PRETEND OK)
“It is the duty of a knight, Your Highness, to protect those who cannot protect themselves.”
“Are you implying that I am unable to properly protect myself, my dear starseeker?”
You let out a laugh, moving from your spot on the sidelines to the young man in the middle of the mat. “Not with that form, you aren’t.”
“Did it ever occur to you,” The prince smirks, turning his training sabre to lean against his shoulder when you approach him. “That maybe I like having you assist me more than having you watch me?”
“Oh, I thought you always wanted my adoring eyes on you?” His cheeks redden. “I’ve been your knight since you and I could speak, Prince Kaeya. I know how to match your wit, and flustering goes both ways.”
“…Just show me how to hold the damn sword already.”
Your mock gasp has him rolling his eyes.
“Oh dear, the queen would have my head if she heard you using such profane language.”
“My lovely mother,” He mutters as you reposition his grip on the handle. “Would probably rather have my head if she heard me using profanities in front of you.”
Your gloved hands are warm, much warmer than his, and he wonders if they’ve always been able to melt the ice around his stature.
“You’ve almost got it, you just need to hold yourself differently.” In effort to show him, you take the sword for your own and flourish to the stance he took. “The movements you’re working for are similar to what I use, which makes sense considering how often you attend my trainings-“
“-But I use more of a sweeping motion that matches my build and training. For you, you’ll have to do something slightly modified.”
You begin with two slashes left and right, and end with a harsh thrust and wide swipe across. His eyes follow the length of your body, and dart away when you finish showcasing. “Try that series on for size.”
He takes the hilt from your hands and readies his arms similarly to how you stood.
“-you, Captain Kaeya! The extra training you’ve been giving me is really helpful!”
His laugh is a bit quieter than usual when he ruffles Bennett’s hair, taking the practice sword for safekeeping and setting it back against his shoulder.
“It is the duty of a knight to help those in need, young adventurer. Now,” He tilts his head in the direction of the two other teens on the sidelines. “Your friends seem to be waiting for you over there.”
Bennett stutters when Captain Kaeya eyes him with the same look that his dads give after he’s made stupid decisions, but continues on.
“If it’s not too, um, personal for me to ask you, who taught you how to swordfight?”
Something in the man seems to age him at that, but there is a genuine smile for a split second that he almost misses with a blink. A hand traces the star cutout on his gloves, and his composure is set once more.
“One of the greatest knights I’ve ever known.”
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