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strwberri-milk · 1 year

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hi! if it's okay can i request a jealous reader who gets like all mad and sarcastic to Kaeya (insecure deep inside), and his reaction because this random pretty girl was flirting and trying to make a move on him :)

im writing this in class or at least beginning it in class bc my prof told us to write stuff but i do everything early so i dont care and this is my stuff im writing hes a cavalry captain so thats close enough considering what im meant to do lol

You never have any reason to not believe in Kaeya. He's dont nothing to make you feel like you need to distrust him, knowing that he's always got you on his mind judging by the amount of things he brings you just because he was thinking of you, or the way he tries to slip into bed quietly after long days to avoid waking you.

Not only that, but he's always draping himself over your body, finding ways to make you embarrassed or show off his love for you. It's not a bad thing to him as long as it shows people that you're his and he's yours and for the most part, it works.

"Captain Kaeya!"

The two of you turn to see someone running at you - someone he seems to sort of recognise you think by the way his face shifts into moderate contemplation.

"Yes? Is there a problem?" he asks, knowing he's technically on shift right now but he just couldn't resist taking a stroll with you when he saw you leaving your shared house to run some errands.

"No, nothing like that. I just wanted to give you this."

They present to him an envelope, their name scrawled on the front of it. Kaeya inspects it quickly through lithe fingers, clearly unimpressed by the little sigh he gives.

"And this is?"

"A confession," they breathe out, clearly anticipating his response.

It's at this moment Kaeya suddenly remembers he's missing a warmth at his side and you yelp a bit as you're pulled into him. He presses a kiss to your lips before returning the mail to sender, smiling brightly at you as he ignores them.

"Unfortunately for you, my heart has already been stolen away. I don't intend to get it back," he purrs, making you roll your eyes.

He's ignoring them even more, vaguely hearing an apology stumble out of their lips before they run off as he presses another kiss to your face.

However, that didn't mean people still didn't try their damnedest, especially when at one of the taverns of the city. Kaeya tended to frequent Angels Share, meaning he was one of two stunning gentlemen there people wanted to sink their claws into.

Diluc's aloofness and almost coldness from focusing intently on his job made it difficult for people to broach his barrier, instead choosing to hone in on the seemingly free-spirited Captain.

You didn't go to the tavern too often, finding it was more fun to fill your time with something else and Kaeya was also just clingy enough that he made you fill your time with him. It meant that he was also drinking less now so as far as you were concerned it was a win-win situation.

But of course, this had to happen one of the few times the two of you decided to go get drinks as a couple. You weren't mad, but it was clear to him that something was wrong as you almost stormed out in the most polite manner you could manage, now staring him down in the living room.

"Hey, can we at least talk about this before you go and cool off without me? I'd at least want to know what I can do to make you feel better," he tries again, reaching for a hand only to be rejected.

"Why don't you go hang out with Claire? I'm sure she'd love more of your attention," you retort, avoiding his gaze.

"Who - you mean the woman hanging off me when you came to the bar? Why would I want to be with her right now?" he asks, puzzled.

"Are you sure about that? Because you looked pretty damn happy to be sitting there with her and all her beauty just shoved into your face! She looked this close to kissing you and you didn't do anything about it!"

Kaeya looks very confused, not even sure if the two of you were recalling the same incident. Yes, there was someone who made herself very welcome on his lap, no, he was not going to kiss her.

"Your hands were on her shoulders! Are you trying to tell me that you were trying to-"

"Push her off? Exactly that," he sighs, coming back to your side despite the fact that you turned your back to him.

"You know it's only you, don't you? Why would I go look for someone else when you're right here, waiting for me to come home?"

You know that he's got a point, still feeling a little stubborn as you keep your arms crossed and stay facing away from him. He doesn't let that deter him, instead slinking his arms around your shoulders and pulling you into chest.

"Come on, you're really going to tell me that you still don't believe me? That you don't know how much I love you?" he murmurs into your ear, beginning to trail kisses down your shoulder.

"Do I need to show it to you?" he asks, eye looking up at you from where he's bent over.

"Show me what?" you ask a little shakily, gasping when he pulls you in for a rough kiss.

You feel him shove you up against a wall somewhere, lips chasing after yours hungrily. He refuses to even breathe too long without you and you're convinced he's stealing the air out of your lungs to fill his own but you also know it doesn't matter because he's here, he's real, and he's in love with you.

"It's always you," he mutters against your lips, giving you a dazed look that's always so characteristic of him when he looks at you.

"It'll always be you, okay?" he reiterates, hands resting on your hips.

"Okay," you say softly, laughing a bit at the smile on his face.

"There you go. Remember that for me, alright hon?" he responds, kissing your cheek.

"I will."

#kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact fanfic #genshin fanfic

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bitwynn · 2 years

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weird kind-of-kind-of-not sagau fic idea that i might make myself LOL

isekaied reader/guide introduces them to Among Us. Specifically to the Mondstat Vision Holders. Everyone goes fUCKING FERAL for the duration of the game-- maybe even AFTER the game AHAHAHA

and like-- god im just imagining this specific scenario where you recreate the amongus maps in ur teapot so you guys could play irl and albedo or tubby develops a teapot leisure device specifically for it so you guys could ACTUALLY FOR REAL PLAY AMONG US IRL IN THE TEAPOT

everyones wearing the suits and they got the tablets with the report button and emergency meeting buttons and everything, and albedo figures out how to stream it to the rest of Teyvat-- with everyones different povs and things and everyones just rooting for everyone and ISERHLgFSLERHJkG

okay wow-- i got sO OFF WHAT I ORIGINALLY WANTED TO SAY AHAHAH but hey at least i set some ground rules first AHAHA

but yeah. so, imagine this--

this game of among us is composed of the knights and also Venti. So thats Diluc, Kaeya, Jean, Amber, Lisa, Albedo, Sucrose, Eula, Noelle, and of course Venti. The map here in this scenario is irrelevant but, I do have to say that the "additional roles" of Scientist, Engineer, Shapeshifter, and Guardian Angel have also been added and are all implemented into this game.

the first round? rotation? whatever you call it is actually pretty eventful with Albedo, Noelle and Venti already dead. Its actually really alarming since even if its just a game, Albedo actually takes this game REALLY SERIOUSLY and shows off his skill as the captain of the investigation team. hes the actually legit detective player-- one of his greatest plays actually being how he immediately figured out who the imps are bEFORE the game even started and bEFORE ANYONE DIED. The imps that game were very annoyed (playful) to say the least.

Noelle getting got is also like-- really serious since, as everyone knows, shes very helpful. a little too helpful. when she fully trusts someone, she will do everything she can to keep them alive and safe. and if that someone is sus abt someone, she is determined to help them figure out whether or not that person is an impostor or not. ultimate crewmate basically. one of her more "scary" plays is when she unwittingly became third impostor and LITERALLY BROUGHT EVERYONE TO THEIR DEATHS. THATS HOW HELPFUL SHE IS. god she felt SO BAD afterwards but it was a good name nonetheless.

The imps killing Venti off early meant that they werent playing around anymore, because that man has the GREATEST SOUL READ OUT OF EVERYONE. helps that hes also god but we dont talk abt that and also he cant use his archon powers to cheat LOLLL. One of his most memorable moments is how before they even started the game, he cORRECTLY PREDICTED WHO THE IMPS WOULD BE THAT ROUND. when the imps received their roles, they were definitely a bit more than shocked. in that same game, he just voted the two imps to break the tie for shit and giggles. and thats how they won the game. crack energy was strong in that one LOL.

The fear and distrust is rampant the whole discussion time, with Amber and Sucrose lowkey and highkey respectively panicking, Eula making hasty assumptions, Lisa challenging those assumptions, Diluc and Kaeya at each others throats, and Jean trying and failing to get things under control. They did nOT get anywhere during that and all begrudgingly voted to skip despite being at everyones throats. everyones suspecting everyone and the only people there who are FOR SURE innocents are Amber or Sucrose.

this is because, while they both may be lousy at being imps, they still act mostly the same both as imps and crews-- aka trying their best to be helpful and win. they're both usually kinda bad at lying. not that theyre bad, its just that theyre not good and you can usually tell if theyre truthing or not by the amount of information they provide and how eager and confident they are abt it. using that knowledge, they all simultaneously agree to shadow those two everywhere since they can tell that yes, they are crewmates, yes amber did watch sucrose fumble the id card 15 times because she keeps dropping it or doing it too fast or slow, yes sucrose did the vials first before walking around the map a bit to find her next task.

so thats what happens-- they split up into group amber and sucrose and go on opposite sides of the map. and then the sabotage happens. the lights die. the amber group, consisting of, of course, amber, jean and diluc, is closer and they rush to lights where team sucrose hadnt reached yet. they all pile up into a group and pull up the lights interface. and as they set it down, theyre immediately greeted by eula reporting a dead body and amber screaming.

after jean manages to get everyone down to a respectable volume, she asks for everyone to give their testimony since she had the interface up. amber nervously says that since there were so many people at lights already, she decided to not fix it but instead watch out for any impostors that might make a move. but when she saw the blood splatter, she couldnt see who did it clearly since they were at the edge of her visibility which is when she immediately rushed forward and spammed the report button.

eula backs her up and them immediately accuses lisa of killing sucrose, off the bar that the second the lights went off she had lagged behind. lisa is greatly offended, talking about how shes targeting her since the first round with no solid basis and eula strikes back with her saying something that lisa did in the first round that made her look sus. and then diluc and kaeya start rilling it up by backing the side that they were with the most, diluc backing lisa and kaeya backing eula even if they only saw the other in passing. it gets real petty REAL fast. literally the only reason diluc is backing lisa is because while jean is trying her best to be fair, she obviously favors lisa a bit more while kaeya siding with eula is more reasonable because they actually spent time together.

it ends with amber tying the votes since despite trusting jeans judgement, all eula had done was back her up and let her voice be heard in the two times theyve had discussions and proven herself to be innocent-- lisa got voted out by kaeya and eula and amber, and eula got voted out by jean and diluc and lisa. the second their screens fade back to the table they all realize that theres gonna be no rounds left since they havent figured out who one of the imps are and theres only six of them left. all it takes is for them to kill two and its over.

they all decide to separate and spread themselves as far as they can throughout the ship to get their tasks done as fast as they can. and as amber and jean start to walk out of medbay and are greeted by kaeya and diluc suddenly appearing in the back of the room, they know that the brothers have won.

everyone is screaming when the impostor win screen pops up, featuring diluc and kaeyas beans. literally NOONE expected them to win, considering the fact that they have been at each others throats the whole time both ingame and irl. fucking NOONE expected them to just-- quietly team up to MASSACRE the entire ship. because really-- who WOULD expect it??

their entire among us game history is just them bickering with each other, it gets like-- really kind of emotional and concerning sometimes-- theyve gotten banned from playing multiple times since the whole "being an impostor" thing has very similar connotations with being a spy from another country and we aLL KNOW HOW THAT WENTTTT

the synergy between the two-- ugh--

eula is just mad she accidentally became the third impostor. AGAIN.

oh yeah, kaeya was the shapeshifter. the first kill in the first round was a double kill with venti and noelle. diluc vented out of the scene but popped up in a room where albedo was but his cooldown was still going so he just did his best to try and herd him away from the button and hope that he runs into kaeya. and fortunately kaeya does run into them, and a bit of hope blooms in albedos heart which was then promptly crushed by kaeya murdering his ass. he then watches as he turns into venti and they both leave the scene. from the second he knew they were working together, he knew they were screwed. but he does respect using the quiet expectation that they would never get along to their advantage.

the bickering did have some actual heat behind it though since diluc obviously almost fucked them in the ass when he vented infront of bedo AHAHA

#foejihurlksjdfnkjighjsfd just ragbros wORKING TOGETHER IAEOUHSDJFKEHJSDF #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact au #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #genshin impact self aware #genshin self aware #sagau #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya #kaeya alberich #among us #feel free to continue or add on lollll #but if u do pls credit AHAH

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dkniade · 2 years

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Behavioural Report of Sir Kaeya

Characters: platonic Sucrose and Kaeya, with Lisa and Tartaglia as side characters from my team

Genre: hurt/comfort

Warnings: Kaeya suffers from touch-starvation

Author’s Comment: the original script for this was back in 2021 November wow it’s been a while. I think it’s wholesome! Characters and setting belong to HoYoverse

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Naturally, as a researcher in bio-alchemy, Sucrose is well-versed in the needs of different life forms. She knows that food and water are essential for all creatures. She knows that one must treat others kindly. She knows that touch is essential for one’s well-being.

Yet Sir Kaeya is the person who she least expects to be sensitive to touch.

That day, Tartaglia and Lisa were off experimenting with potions and elemental techniques, and the other half of the team wandered around Windrise. It was the perfect time for Sucrose to test out her hypothesis and observe Kaeya, the ever-charming yet mysterious knight.

“Sir Kaeya…” She approached him cautiously.

“Hmm? What is it?”

How should she say it without offending him?

“You always seem very… alone.”

Kaeya hesitated at the concern reflected in Sucrose’s large, golden eyes. The accuracy of this statement seemed to frighten him, Sucrose noted. She noticed it for the first time in him and saw how such a simple statement seemed to break through multiple layers of his defense.

Oh, to think a mere sentence from young Sucrose turned his silver tongue to lead… But he must not drop his guard. Not before Sucrose, who had just joined the team recently. A few moments after, Kaeya forced himself to speak again, this time with a softer smile than usual.

“You read me just like that? As expected of an expert in bio-alchemy, I guess.”

“I didn’t notice it before, but recently, the signs are more clear now,” she said, hoping not to offend him with this honest observation. After observing Kaeya for only a few days, she’s realized he doesn’t seem too comfortable with touch from someone as energetic as Mr. Tartaglia. “Do people not touch you often, Sir Kaeya?”

“Well, people show affection in… various ways.” Though, it has truly been a while since he’s felt properly loved. Those golden hours were long lost within the winery’s crimson dawn.

“I know touch is an important thing for all living creatures, so…” Sucrosed slowly reached out her hand with the movement of someone about to pet a small animal. “May I hold your hand? And you don’t need to worry about chemicals. These gloves are clean.”

Kaeya looked at Sucrose’s small hands. She specializes in bio-alchemy, meaning her potions have the ability to enhance and modify the makeup of living beings. He couldn’t rule out the possibility that there lingered traces of poison on her gloves, even if it was unintentional.

Sucrose’s small voice rang out again: “I’ll take them off, if you don’t believe me?”

“If you’d like,” he said with a smile, still.

Ah, and she was aware of his distrust… Just when would he fully trust his dear teammates and companions? Kaeya watched Sucrose take off her gloves, and hesitantly reached out a hand for her to touch. As soon as Sucrose’s small hands came into contact with Kaeya’s gloved hand, his fingers twitched at the warmth. So kind, so gentle, so foreign.

“S-Sorry—! Do you not like being touched?” she asked, about to draw back her hands.

Fighting his momentary hesitation, Kaeya found himself holding onto Sucrose’s bare, vulnerable hands. Do not let go. Oh, by the Archons which he barely believed in, do not let go of him. Even though her touching the star-shaped decoration on the back of his hands stirred up within Kaeya a wave of nervousness, he hoped that she would not pry his hand away. Not again. Not like that, ten years ago.

“No,” Kaeya said with a softness he didn’t know he could conjure up. “Quite the opposite, actually…”

“Sir Kaeya… Do you feel less alone when I hold your hand?”

“Let’s just say… it’s quite a comforting thing.”

Sucrose is not privy to his past, of course. She grows worried for Kaeya, concerned about why he’s so sensitive to touch. People need to be touched in order to survive. People need to be patted, hugged, held, so that they know they’re loved by those that care for them. So why does Sir Kaeya seem like he lacks so many things?

“May I hug you, Sir Kaeya?”

“My, how bold of you to ask such a question. But sure, go ahead and—”

Colours. That shade of clear blue present in the sky. The grass in Windrise which swayed so gently within the wind blessed by the Anemo Archon. The birds chirping within the land of freedom. The sound of rushing water through the creeks. All this was brought to his attention the moment Sucrose came in contact with him. Was it only because she was a bio-alchemist, or that she was finally another person he could consider a friend? The hug was surprisingly firm, yet not uncomfortable. Kaeya almost felt like crying.

He looked at the silhouette of Mondstadt in the distance, the lively chatters from its citizens still audible even from here. Blessings from the Anemo Archon: another friend. Kaeya slowly wrapped his arms around Sucrose and hugged her back.

Sucrose, meanwhile, silently studied Kaeya’s body language. The first thing she noticed was that his hands were rather cold, but that was to be expected from a Cryo Vision holder. The second thing she noticed was that his body was rather tense when she hugged him. This poor knight, so amiable yet so unused to genuine affection.

“Sucrose, I think we can dispose of formalities, no?”

“Are you sure? Just Kaeya is fine?”

“Just Kaeya is fine.”

In Sucrose’s opinion, if there’s one word one could use to describe Kaeya, it would be “frightened”. But like all other living creatures in the world, she’s ready to give him all the love he deserves. Maybe this wouldn’t change him immediately, but she’s sure it’d help him greatly.

Until that knight can feel sure of himself and his existence, then.

#dusk fan writing #genshin fics #kaeya #sucrose #kaeya alberich #genshin fanfic #team dynamics

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teabreaking · 2 years

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amber + kaeya. what are ur thoughts on their relationship (in general) i need to know :00

i saved this one for last, bc i genuinely believe that they have one of the most interesting and complex relationships in the whole game, and i needed to think about it for a while

from what i've seen, the community seems to water down their relationship to one of two things 1) amber and kaeya have a silly, sibling-like relationship and that's it OR 2) amber absolutely hates kaeya's guts. but i personally think that what they have is much more complicated than either of those explanations.

imo, amber's suspicion towards kaeya is understandable, considering what he did to collei (from kaeya's perspective, it was necessary to protect mondstadt from a dangerous threat, but amber wouldn't understand why kaeya handled that situation in the way that he did). i think this is where a lot of the suspicion comes from; it's common for kaeya to prefer to handle things in his own unique way, instead of working together with the rest of the knights to figure out a solution. considering his backstory and personality, it makes sense why kaeya would operate this way. but amber seems to be much more teamwork-oriented, and i think she would question why kaeya isn't more reliant on his fellow knights

but even with all that in consideration, i don't think that amber resents him, bc deep down... they're the same. to me at least, there has always been a certain distance between them and the rest of the knights. they often seem to be on the sidelines, away from the spotlight. kaeya often removes himself from attention despite his achievements, while amber seems to be overlooked (especially by the outriders who abandoned their positions after the disappearance of her grandfather)...

and this is why i believe that kaeya's teasing (although relatively harmless) annoys her so much. bc she doesn't want to be treated like a child. i think many of the knights, and even the people of mondstadt, have a very particular view of her. they do seem to love and appreciate her for her helpfulness and overall enthusiasm, but overlook her accomplishments, skill, and cleverness. that's why she's the only outrider, as much as she's praised, people don't trust her capabilities the same way they did for her grandfather. i think this insecurity was referenced in a very subtle way back in the 2.3 event: when amber got hurt she initially tried to brush it off and act like it wasn't a big deal. i don't think this was just bc she didn't want to slow down the rest of the group. i think it's bc she doesn't want to feel like another person that has to be protected. she is a knight.

although, kaeya does seem to be one of the few people who is aware of her skill, even if he doesn't always take her seriously. and despite her own distrust, i think amber would acknowledge kaeya's own talents, and the amount of faith jean places in him

#ok wow that was kind of a long post sjkdjskdsj #to clarify: i don't ship them romantically #their exact relationship is still hard for me to put into exact words #but TY for the brainrot <3

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danafeelingsick · 2 years

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Ooh since it’s his birthday, can we have Diluc dealing with the aftermath of a birthday dinner gone wrong? Perhaps something was sour but he didn’t realize until it’s too late. Emeto ensues.

anon, i think i wrote way too much... i was halfway through this thing when i stopped and re-read your request and realized you didn't specify any caretaker, and the word aftermath kept nagging at me, like, it's supposed to be after. and i wrote a whole birthday party scene. so! i made one part, almost like an alternate ending to what i was writing originally. and i'll post the second part as soon as i'm done with it. but for now, here's your request.

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In which Diluc has to deal alone with the consequences of overeating at a birthday dinner.

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❝𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎.❞

Diluc found himself silently thanking the wind for leaving the streets completely empty that night. The cold biting breeze left him shuddering, seeming to open gashes into his coat every time it blew over him.

No wonder no one was around, with the city's main tavern closed for the night, and not a single bard to entertain the passersby, why would anyone be? At least no one would see the pitiful face of distaste the young man had, for that he was grateful to the cold wind.

That gratitude, however, didn't extend to its archon, for he knew now the former didn't have a hand in it. As far as he could tell, that drunkard wasn't even in Mondstadt anymore.

The darknight hero suddenly stopped where he was, gripping a nearby wall as he felt a shuddering wave of nausea wash over him, leaving him dizzy and distrustful of his sights. It wouldn't be the first time it happened that night, each step he took would make him feel heavier and heavier.

How could he let this happen? He thought, bringing a hand to cover his mouth as a low sickly belch flew past his lips.

Diluc had been hopeful this dreadful day would go by and none would be privy to it. He had been naive, so naive to think any would respect his wishes, and let him enjoy his birthday in peace.

Was it even his birthday still? He looked up to see the full moon casting its silver light down on him. It should be past midnight by now, just another day like any other.

As it should be. Hell, he should've realized sooner when Charles dismissed him so nonchalantly, saying he could very well take care of the bar on his own. And how cordial the maids had been, when they would normally cower around him. Even Kaeya, who hadn't seen him all day, managed to track him down and refused to leave his side until he came with him to the Knight's headquarters under the guise of some business meeting.

“Ugh…”, Diluc grimaced as he recalled the shouts of surprise, and that slimy smirk on Kaeya's face as he bared his way out.

His gut had already cowered in anticipation as he saw the feast cluttering the table. Diluc wasn't someone weak of stomach, but having so much food crammed in his belly in such a short period ensured a bad time later on. And to top it all off, he was sure something he ate had gone sour.

He wouldn't put it past him, given how unfavorable luck had been to his side that day, and how Kaeya had arranged that impromptu birthday party. Each guest had brought a dish of their own, resulting in varying qualities in culinary and presentation.

The Outrider, Amber as he recalled it, had tried her hand at preparing Sweet Madames and Sticky Honey Roasts, trying to fill in the absence of the traveler as they were out somewhere in a land beyond the sea. After a bite or two, Diluc just couldn't stomach any more of it, the chewy texture and the sheer abuse of seasoning quickly became too much for him, no matter how much she insisted.

While Jean's mushroom pizzas had been a palate cleanser, and Eula's moon pies had been filling enough, there were simply too many dishes to sample properly. And the lingering taste of alcohol in everything Kaeya had cooked… Diluc had his gut complaining under his tight belt in no time.

It was already dark out when he finally got to leave the Knight's headquarters. And now he could only hope no one would spot him like that, staggering his way home in the middle of the night, like a pitiful boozer with nowhere to go.

The former captain scowled as he heard his stomach give a low growl as it tried to settle, viciously churning the heavy mass of food sitting stubbornly inside. He could almost feel it brushing past the inner walls of his guts as he felt it tossing and turning inside.

Paying too much attention to it already had his tongue driving back with weak gags, so instead, he focused on swallowing. Diluc closed his eyes, drowning out his vision that seemed to be slightly tilted. He gulped, once, twice, then breathed through his nose, hoping any voluntary motion would take his mind off the nausea.

The constant intake of saliva only seemed to be adding to the fullness of his stomach, leaving his esophagus with the impression of a ghostly hand pinching it from the inside. His mouth was filling with drool quicker than he could swallow. It was starting to take more and more after the taste of something he had eaten.

“...urp–”, he had to clog his mouth shut as he felt a bubble of air suddenly rise past his gullet, bursting in the back of his tongue with a foul acidic sting.

It tasted like grape juice, he realized with a shuddering exhale leaving his nostrils, how clearly it tasted sickly sweet and strongly acidic, unbearably bitter as it washed over his tongue.

Halfway through the night, he had already drained an entire bottle in between bites, it was the only thing he could properly stomach after eating so much off-tasting food.

Diluc clasped a hand firmly over his mouth when he felt a muffled gag cause his chest to hitch, trying to suppress the clear image of the undercooked meat dripping from his fork, the slimy chewy texture, the bizarre taste.

He could feel something shifting inside his queasy stomach, sending more air to rest in the back of his tongue before he could swallow it. Diluc was desperate for any form of relief from the pressure in his stomach, so he tried to carefully burp behind his hand.

“...guh… buur–”, he let out a startled hiss as his cheeks suddenly bulged out, a watery surge flooding his mouth.

Fuck, fuck. His mind was screaming at him now, shifting all of his attention to the solid clumps of undigested food swirling inside his mouth, rolling over his tongue. He had to– without thinking, he tried swallowing, bit by bit, feeling chunks of undigested meat and boiling acid travel down his throat.

It felt utterly revolting, being forced to taste twice the meal he'd been forced to eat mere hours ago, but he couldn't just let it happen now. It was unthinkable to have him dirtying the streets with the contents of his pitiful stomach. Enough drunkards were left to do this, he refused to become another.

The poor man was wheezing behind his gloved hand, swallowing convulsively as he tried to clear the taste of vomit out of his mouth. Once he could open his eyes again, he shakingly lowered his hand, glancing at it to see there was a smear of drool coating it.

The restless churning of his stomach contents and the loud gurgling sounds only seemed to worsen. He held a clean hand carefully over the curve of his belly, feeling something shift constantly under his skin and his form-fitting clothes.

It felt like his legs were made out of cotton as he took a step forward, followed by another, then another. He had to shift all of his attention into putting one foot in front of the other, right then left, and somehow not mess this up.

His mind was far away as he walked, tracking the way to his home out of muscle memory. On a good night, Diluc would commute in a few minutes, without a single soul spotting him as he stuck to the shadows. Now, he had no notion of time, but no less than an hour had been spent and he was only halfway there.

He could only hope he would have enough control to command his stomach contents down and his legs forward. All he knew was he needed to get home before he had the chance to fall ill again.

***

It was… so cold. The darknight hero had his arms folded tightly over his chest as he started approaching the winery. It wasn't the wind anymore, a ghostly chill seemed to be following him wherever he went, refusing to let go as it cloaked him in a shuddering blanket.

His fingers were nearly numb as he gripped the handle and flung open the front door. A couple of steps inside and it was gone, almost like it wanted to see him home safe, but he didn't let go of his position. Diluc seemed to be operating with muffled hazy orders ringing inside his head, he made a beeline for his bedroom, ignoring, or rather, barely listening to the timid greetings of his servants.

The nausea was now dizzying, muffling his senses as if he was underwater, listening in to the distant sounds of his stomach groaning. The door creaked as he pushed it, then creaked again as he closed it behind him.

He staggered towards his bed and sat, his wary body sinking into the mattress as it begged for a rest. Diluc felt like he could just fall over as he lazily undid the clasps of his boots and kicked them off to a corner.

Next, his coat slid out of his shoulders, falling away to the other side of the bed and disappearing over the edge. He fought a fierce battle against his belts, undoing them with the unskilled fingers of a sickly man.

“...phew”, he let out a puff of air as the pressure over his belly was finally released, ridding himself from his shirt as well as the mere brush of fabric over it spelled discomfort.

Diluc looked down to see his otherwise lean abdomen had been forced into an unusual curve, the skin stretching over it like and taking an odd pinkish tone, making it look too similar to a flustered anemo slime as if puffed out. He dared to graze his fingers over it, morbidly impressed by how noticeably it had altered his shape.

The flesh practically pushed back on his fingers, he could feel how full his stomach was under the outer layers, like the bloated gut of a decomposing carcass. He settled a hand over it, careful as to not apply any pressure, and felt the distinct motion of his stomach twisting under there, almost like a colony of critters writhing inside a trap, wrapped in a ball of cloth, squirming.

He didn't want to think about it, but his mouth was watering profusely, his tongue almost heavy with a thick coating of off-tasting saliva. He could still faintly taste the vomit he had to swallow back multiple times during his way here. Maybe it would be best to just let it out, he thought, feeling his stomach almost jump in agreement.

Diluc rose his eyes and searched his moonlit room, hoping to find anything he could drag under his bed just in case he needed it. He knew he was going to need it, and thankfully, a small bucket had been left from gods know what purpose, maybe some careless maid had left it. He was more than thankful for their incompetence now.

The young master got up, and stumbled towards the wooden bucket, momentarily kneeling in front of it as he thought of just giving up and sleeping right there, safe from the threat of dirtying his bed. His muscles ached from the strenuous walk from Mondstadt city to here, a commute he could easily muster multiple times if necessary, in a better state of mind, of course. But as of now, it left him sore and with ragged breath.

He was definitely drunk, he concluded, of the few meat skewers he had eaten, and the countless glasses of grape juice he had used to wash down the awful parts of that feast. Someone could've easily swapped his drink for wine, and him, with his taste buds fried and mind somewhere greener, would be none the wiser. For that, he swore to strangle Kaeya.

He gripped the bucket as if it was a tender neck and dragged it to the foot of his bed, then to his lap. Part of him wanted to wrap himself in blankets and just hug the bucket until relief came, but the other part barely wanted to move, so he stayed there, slumped over and staring somewhere off, trying to focus on the noises of his stomach.

“ghh…”, he groaned, nausea still swirling inside him, leaving him groggy and miserable, but quite there.

He held his mouth open, panting as he felt pain twisting his inner organs, letting saliva drip into the bucket, the sounds almost sharp in contrast with the silence. His stomach wouldn't stop writhing, loud gurgles coming from it as it tried to mix the food and drink crammed tightly inside, churning but unable to digest any of it.

The sickly man was only able to produce a few short queasy burps as he tried to flex the muscles of his throat. It frustrated him, he was sick and in pain, he needed to get whatever was harming him out but he wouldn't have it that easy. If could go back and curse his past self for cutting his vomiting spell short, he would, but for now, he could only feel miserable about it.

Why only now was his gag reflex being stubbornly strong? He was never like this. At the first sign of someone tampering with his food, he would be quick to pry it out using his fingers, just for safety. He wasn't opposed to vomiting, maybe a little apprehensive about it, but it was something he learned to face as a necessary evil.

Diluc looked at his hand, thinking long and hard about if it would be worth it. He was still wearing his gloves, the bright red and black fabric stood out against his pale marked skin, it was surprising how he managed to miss it.

He had to, he thought, remove the glove with his teeth and set it aside. Shakingly, almost timidly, he raised two fingers and introduced them inside his mouth, carefully trailing the extent of his tongue. It felt awfully warm and tender against his skin, saliva coating his fingers in a thick slimy layer.

“...ha… guh–”, he let out as he reached the gullet, causing a weak gag to make his throat clench around his fingers.

He couldn't stop now, so he went even deeper with the middle one, feeling around the soft meat writhing against his touch. He started stroking his tongue, slowly at first, driving his fingers in and out of his throat. It didn't take long for him to gag harshly, his stomach jumping and landing with a wet slosh, sending its contents crawling up his food pipe.

It wasn't enough to get him to vomit. He kept stroking desperately, his throat clenching, trying to choke out his fingers. He gagged again, so harshly his eyes watered. His stomach inching closer with each stroke.

He waited for another painful gag, the sound of his forced retching scrapping at his throat, leaving it raw and tender. Saliva flowed into the bucket, each harsh cough sending it spraying into his hand, sliding down his skin, and slithering towards his wrist.

He was close, he thought, forcing another gag and quickly retrieving his hand as a wet belch erupted out of him, bile prickling his tongue. So close.

“...ughh… gh…”, he panted, his mouth hanging open as a series of short wet burps left him, each bringing him closer and closer to finally– “huurk–”, he anticipated a small gush of vomit spraying out of him, nearly missing the wooden bucket in his lap as he readjusted his position.

There it was. Diluc nearly winced at the pungent taste of acid on his tongue, it barely resembled grape juice as it fell into the bucket, but he could still distinguish its taste. Far worse than what he had swallowed before.

He went back to stroking his tongue, hoping to rid his stomach of a little more pressure, as that amount meant nothing. This time he wasn't being so gentle, digging his fingers mercilessly into his throat as he felt himself getting desperate.

”...huu… urgGGHH”, he retched into his bare hand, his stomach writhing from the violent motion, but he didn't stop until he felt its contents bubbling at the back of his throat. “BuuUuuUURGHHhh.”

A gush of thin disgustingly warm vomit shot out of his mouth before he could retrieve his fingers, he nearly winced as the sickening boiling concoction completely coated his hand. It dripped unevenly inside the bucket, barely a cup's worth of semi-fermented and acidic grape juice.

Diluc shakingly held his soiled dripping hand over the bucket, panting miserably with threads of drool hanging from his mouth.

He must have looked truly pitiful as he was now, barely dressed, sickly and pale, and even then, struggling to get the offending poison out of his system. His head felt heavier and heavier, his eyes wanting to roll to the back of his skull as his body begged for rest.

His throat was sore and bruised from all the abuse, and still, he hadn't even tapped into the food he'd stuffed into his overtaxed stomach. It gave a low ill growl as it agreed, almost coaxing him into continuing.

With a defeated grumble, Diluc shoved the now cold and slimy fingers into his throat, just the sensation of it, the odd shock of temperature, and the texture of his saliva against his tongue earned a weak unproductive gag out of him.

He tried not to think about it, taking the involuntary motion of his gullet to introduce his fingers even deeper, moving them as if he was trying to pry himself open.

“...ah… ha…”, he panted, trying to squeeze in struggling wet breaths in between audible gags, the air rushing in and out grazing his skin. “hah–”, wheezing with half a hand down his throat maybe had been the answer to his problems, as he nearly choked.

Diluc didn't have it in his mind to muffle the coughing fit that followed, he didn't even bother to remove his fingers, choosing to hold his tongue down as he kept hacking over the bucket. His fit quickly evolved into retching so violently his shoulders were jumping with each one.

“...urggGH–”, he coughed out, feeling something painfully dense climb up his food pipe, cutting his breath short as he struggled with it. His hand was trembling, his nail digging into his tongue out of nervousness

It took a couple of weak shivering strokes for him to finally feel vomit burst out of his mouth, a lumpy dense slurry covered his hand and sprayed up to his upper arm, lumps of nearly untouched food sliding off him and dripping softly on the bucket.

Once he started, there was no stopping it. A heavier wave of vomit splashed inside the bucket followed the first, this one more than just a mouthful, adding a new layer of filth to the bucket.

“EeeeuUURRrrrgh!”

Diluc had his eyes screwed shut as he struggled with each new surge of chunky almost sharp vomit leaving his throat razed. He could feel so clearly the lumps grinding the walls as they left him, pouring into the bucket like unrelenting rain on the roof of his house. His hearing was muffled.

When he could finally breathe properly he found himself slowly slipping forward, the bucket now glued to his chest as the arm laced around it bent awkwardly. Diluc parted his lips only to find two fingers jammed in between them, his teeth buried into them.

He blinked, and how long had passed? Maybe less than a minute, he hadn't properly fainted but still, he desperately needed rest.

Diluc let out a shuddering breath as he adjusted himself, one look at the bucket had his lips hitching into a grimace as he spat out, trying to rid his mouth of the vile taste.

“Fuck… ugh”, he groaned, his voice a husky pained whisper.

At the very least, he had managed to rid himself of some of that cursed food, but he didn't have the chance to savor the relief. He didn't feel any different, arguably he felt even worse.

That didn't matter now. He'd have to deal with that in the morning. Diluc settled the bucket under his bed, not enough energy left in him to even think about getting rid of it.

His body sunk into the mattress, the wooden frame creaking despite how light, shriveled he felt. As soon as the back of his head hit the pillow, he welcomed sleep.

***

#emeto #emetophilia #vomiting #overeating #light stuffing #fainting #induced vomiting #gen/shin imp/act #di/luc #mentioned kae/ya #mentioned je/an #mentioned am/ber #hurt and discomfort #stomach ache whump #nausea #tw alcohol mention #requested #dana//emeto fic #my writing

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frozenambiguity · 1 year

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zorkaya asked:

❝ you have more of a reputation than you might think. ❞

Ah, how interesting that, as of late, Kaeya Alberich seems to be the sole focus of so many people! Truly, his existence must be awfully entertaining to ponder about ( is this Teyvat's most recent hobby? ) ! Much to his displeasure, let it be known. He wished people mused about him in silence, if they absolutely had to, and that they would stop shoving said information in his face.

First, Dainsleif... Ever since the man had stepped into Mondstadt, he had been keeping a close watch on the Cavalry Captain. No, scratch that --- he had been studying him. Observing. Little did he know that Kaeya had noticed. Much like he noticed anyone or anything, more so if there was something unusual about them.

He often worked in the shadows, after all. It is a habit he had picked up ever since he remembers, and it is rather arduous not to fall back into old patterns. 'One Death After Noon', Dainsleif had purposefully ordered to hit that specific spot. Ugh. The nerve he had had.

And now, Zarina. Zarina was a curious case, herself. A social chameleon with her own hidden agenda, no doubt, so it was not truly surprising that Kaeya, too, was distrustful of her. What she has just said, though... Why does he get the feeling that she is implying something more? Is he reading too much into her words? Growing paranoid, perhaps? Well, recent events certainly do not help. But how can he not be when destiny confronts him with everything he wishes to turn a blind eye to on a regular basis? When destiny points at him and laughs in his face, at his own misery?

Enough with all this circling around and beating around the bush. The time to be direct has come. With his usual charm, of course.

«Oh? Care to explain what exactly that entails? I must admit I'm most curious to understand how others perceive me. So --- » A hand extends to her for a few moments, a sign that he is granting her permission to share her thoughts with him « --- be a dear and entertain me for a little while?»

#zorkaya #{{ oh he is not in a good mood hgdsjhgsj he is tired }}#{{ can he have one ( 1 ) peaceful day in his life without his past haunting him???? the answer is no }}#【 ic | fool you once; fool you twice. 】

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meili-sheep · 2 years

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Diluc ships, where they meet outside of mondstadt(unless it's Euluc/ Thomaluc) but, when they came to visit Diluc, they meet his brother for the first time. Depends on the ship, it may go well.

So when I first read this, I Imagine all of Diluc's harem running into each other outside Mondstadt's gate. And they all instantly knew what the others were there for. And meanwhile, inside, Eula and Thoma are nearing fisty cuffs outside Angel's share. (Or rather Eula is bullying Thoma)

Ah, but seriously.

If Diluc was in a relationship, Kaeya would most likely not like them. Especially the farther along the relationship has been going without Dilcu and Kaeya.

I did also answer this ask a while ago. With this scale of Kaeya's approval rating

(Approval) Thoma -> Xiao-> -> Itto -> Eula -> -> -> Albedo -> Childe -> -> -> -> -> Ayato->-> -> -> -> -> -> Donna -> -> -> -> -> -> -> Zhongli (Loathing)

Thoma is the only one who Kaeya would approve of. Mostly Cause it's a kind, close friend Kaeya knows will take good care of his brother. For a similar reason, it's why Xiao is so high. Kaeya can see Xiao would protect Diluc at all costs. Itto might be a little dumb, but Kaeya can tell he seriously cares about Diluc. Eula is the point where Kaeya has trouble shaking the distrust. With Eula, there is always the nagging feeling she's with Diluc for the wrong reason. Albedo Kaeya doesn't trust them cause it was YEARS before Kaeya found out they were dating. Childe is a harbringer and an asshole, So you know. Ayato is a really big asshole, and again Kaeya wouldn't find out for ages. Donna is a stalker. Kaeya probably doesn't let her in 20ft of his brother. And Zhongli... Is Zhongli. Looking outward in it looks like Zhongli doesn't care for Diluc at all and is only using him for his money. So Kaeya absolutely LOATHES Zhongli.

#diluc harem #kaeya #kaeya alberich #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #lmoa the first image is great still #i imagine a fight break out

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theabysscomeshome · 2 years

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For the friendship ask meme, Kaeya and Rosaria, 1, 7, 15?

And, optionally, I don't know how much you've actually thought about them, Ningguang and Yelan, 3 and 5?

When I think they became friends (if canon already hasn’t showed how they became friends)

So one of my first introductions to both of these characters was the Windblume festival and it was Formative honestly. Ever since then I like to think that their first meeting involved them both spending several days investigating some odd happenings and rumours, only to find out they have been investigating each other's secret investigation. Leading to some quick appraisals over alcohol in a tavern (per Rosaria's About Kaeya line XD).

That said while that's the first meeting I go with I also can't help but note that we know Kaeya secretly helps out former Treasure Hoarders who are trying to turn over a new leaf in Mondstadt. Depending on timelines I could see him keeping tabs on the bandit kid Varka brought back from a mission. Just for information's sake and possible leverage. Not at all because he's invested in seeing someone succeed at carving out a new life for themself in Mondstadt, regardless of background. Not at all.

What makes me like their friendship

A solid part of it is that I adore them both as characters individually and so I am all for the fact they are also canonically friends. But I also really like how these are two people who live in a city we're told is idyllic and carefree. They're surrounded by people who for the most part had very happy childhoods and consider most pain and suffering to be something quite foreign to their lives. This means that they both have a lot of terrible things in their childhoods- that were normal in their childhoods, that have impacted and shaped them as adults and that are a part of who they are and how they see the world- that they simply can't talk about. For Rosaria especially (since she has no reason to hide details of her past), the simple act of relating a childhood story could evoke unexpectedly emotional reactions that derail the whole conversation and she may not always be able to predict which stories are going to do that. And that sucks. Because now conversations that everyone else takes for granted become a minefield of trying to navigate someone else's feelings and sensibilities.

I don't know how much Kaeya and Rosaria have actually told each other, given how distrusting they both are. But the thing is that I feel like they could drop casual details about their past to the other and feel safe in the fact that the reaction is going to be more along the lines of "yeah that sucks" or "i feel that" rather than intense distress. The Kaeya and Rosaria friendship is like Bad Childhood Solidarity Club and honestly they deserve that.

If I would want to be friends with them

Oh man. Honestly idk, they're both kind of intense people under the hood XD I also don't tend to know how to react to being teased. But on the other hand I feel like having them as work friends would really liven up the work day, so I'm going with that.

Ningguang and Yelan:

A random headcanon I have of them

I don't have a whole lot of details about these two ironed out you are correct XD But based on what we get from Yelan's story I do tend to headcanon them as being childhood friends back when they were both just unusually driven kids, and them keeping in touch as they each pursue their own high-risk goals, which then morphs into them occasionally helping each other out with said goals.

A scene I wish we had of them

Aside from badly wanting an animated cutscene of that bit where Ningguang tracks down Yelan after Yelan loses her team XD I kind of want to see if these two ever hang out outside of work. What do they do when they hang out? Hoyo Inquiring Minds Want To Know.

#ch: rosaria #ch: kaeya #ch: yelan #ch: ningguang #ask reply #ask meme reply #imagine if i actually got around to making unique character and relationship tags

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mommalosthermind · 2 years

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Six Some Sentences Sunday

He turns from Barbara and bows to Fischl, hand outstretched. “My lady?”

The girl straightens, and places her hand into Diluc’s as though offering it for a kiss.

He obliges, kissing the air above her skin and eliciting a little snort of laughter, before he shows her where to place her hands.

Within the first step, it is clear she does not extend him the same faith as Barbara. Her body is too rigid, her focus too locked to allow her to feel, to react, to what he’s trying to show her. He keeps talking, low and soothing, as he attempts to soothe her into relaxing into his hold.

“Without that fundamental piece, your dance will fare as poorly as sparring with someone you do not trust to manage their own weapon. There is a give and take to it, a communication: you must be able to listen, but also pay enough attention to notice what your partner is trying to tell you. Without it, I will not be able to toss you as Kaeya threw Eula, because you do not trust me to catch you the way Eula trusts Kaeya to catch and guide her.”

He slows, taking a few minutes to have her practice the steps he remembers learning not long after Kaeya appeared out of the rain one night. She’s skittish, much as Kaeya was, though she stares at his chest rather than her toes.

As he gives her time, he turns them until he can address the others. “I won’t be able to slide you, nor twirl you as Jean can Lisa, if you don’t believe that I will protect you, even here, that I will stop you or gather you close, keep you from falling, the way Lisa knows Jean will.”

When Fischl catches on, as quick here as she’s proven to be in her investigations, Diluc urges her to step out, to move more fluidly. It takes a few minutes, but the tightness in her shoulders and her spine eases into something approaching malleable.

When he sends her out into a small, controlled spin, the stutter of her heels speaks volumes.

“When your body lacks confidence in me, then it is stiff, difficult to maneuver. I can feel it, your body fighting to protect itself against me. And that distrust in me means I cannot in turn trust you; your reactions and your balance will be off, and our dance is doomed before it can truly begin.”

Frustration scrunches Fischl’s face as they loop around the open space.

“By no means, am I chastising you,” Diluc says quietly, the world narrowing down to the girl in his arms. “Trust is a careful, winsome thing. It requires fertile ground to grow, and can break with little more than a poorly placed word. Take a moment to listen to your body; think of all the ways I am far closer to you than I would normally be. Dancers have different rules for such closeness, but how many people are ever this close to you, in truth?”

It’s clear he’s proven his own point, equally clear he’s misspoken by the way Fischl’s mouth goes thin and her eye drops.

“Like that? No one,” she mumbles, upset enough to break character. “I’m the weirdo, remember?”

Diluc stops, and holds her hands in his own until she raises her gaze. There is a wounded defiance there that he can recognize, if not quite understand. “I did not mean to hurt you,” he says, ignoring their audience more aptly than she manages. “I meant only that the body is unused to such intimacy, and that itself can cause a disharmony.“

He ducks down so he can murmur, “You are hardly ‘the weirdo’, Amy. And there are always those who would love you for yourself. Sometimes, it’s hard to let them.”

As he straightens, he cuts a pointed glance toward the other teens, where both Bennet and Razor are watching intently. When he turns to her, she blinks, bewildered, before following his look.

Then, she meets Diluc’s gaze and gives a sharp nod, face firming into determined lines.

He knows the answer before he asks, but he will not do her another disservice by assuming. “Will you extend me a second chance?”

“I shall,” she says with a toss of her hair, and her haughtiest tone. “You are every inch the gentleman and noble soul of rumor, Master Diluc. It would be remiss of me to hold such a moment against you.”

Even the gift of such a small show of trust is enough to render Diluc breathless. All of them may still be babes in their cradles compared to the violence Diluc wrought with his own hands at their age, they may not have as many broken edges or shattered bonds to fuel their inherent distrust, but that makes such a display no less sacred.

He nods in return, and sweeps her back into the gentle rhythm she has already adapted to. When he feels her relax into his hold, he smiles.

“A dance like this, it’s not really about thinking or even remembering the steps,” he says, casting a glance at the watching teens. “It’s more about feeling it, much like you feel your weapon, or your Vision. Close your eyes. Listen to the music, but try to feel how I move, feel how I guide you.”

They drift across the flagstones, until Fischl is focused on him, a smile tugging at her mouth as she keeps her gaze tilted up to him, and only him.

Such is his own focus that the shapes at the edges of his vision fail to fully register, others collecting like raindrops in the space he’d occupied before.

He does not notice a single starry eye, devouring his every movement, does not see the way each of his words drip down Kaeya’s spine.

He spins on a heel, bringing his partner along, and drapes her over his arm. She clutches at his shoulders, laugh ringing out when he holds her there, one leg extended.

“I must ask, Prinzessn. Are you thinking about your movements, or are you feeling them?”

“Only one way to find out, right?”

“Prinzessn!” Oz calls, wings flapping, “Mind your wording!”

Diluc sweeps her up, stepping to the side to prevent the layers of her skirt from snagging on his trousers as she spins, and there, there it is, he can feel it in his fingertips as she curls back against him. Her smile is wide, her attention wholly on him; not her feet, her friends nor her fear.

He shifts his hands again, and sets them off on a wider arc. At its peak, he wraps his hands around her waist. She can sense what he needs, and bounces up as he lifts, assisting in tossing her into the sky.

Fischl shrieks, her body almost too pliant as he catches her and turns. A second toss, higher, and he catches her as her body falls, one arm behind her knees and the other behind her back. He spins, just to hear her shout again, and settles her back onto her feet.

They drift, Fischl’s chest rising and falling rapidly as he eases them back toward the wall.

“Who was it?”

“Who was what?” Diluc asks.

“Who dared to break your trust rather than your fall?”

Shards burst inside his chest. Diluc cannot help but close his eyes as his steps slow. “Doesn’t matter. It was a long time ago.”

“It matters,” she insists, the tightening of her fingers on his arm forcing his eyes open. “I would see them punished for their transgressions.”

“That’s… sweet, I think. But my mistakes are my own, and thus I must pay for them alone.”

The sky is dark, in his mind, with dragon scales and thunderclouds. Ice melts on his boots. Blood dries beneath his nails. Not a single drop of it from the enemy.

She twirls under his arm as easily as Barbara, directly into Razor’s embrace, Diluc’s hand already extended toward Amber.

#Momma writes #my writing #six sentence sunday #genshin impact #diluc #fischl #Kaeluc #Im gonna need to apologize to everyone who knows how to dance when this gets posts lmao

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galactia · 4 months

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@electric-ecclectic | 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐕�� 𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 | these are tasty, so, accepting

❛ nothing is worth losing you. ❜ from the captive audience meme ;D

They weren't getting out of this.

Kaeya hadn't said as much, but he knew, by the way the Lector and Herald shifted, watching with mounting distrust of their guest and captor. There was another - an Electro Lector - lingering in a door, a pace or two away. She would have little defense against them, just as the Cryo aligned Herald would challenge him. He wouldn't be able to protect her, and the fear of that roared in his ears, sounding eerily like his thundering heart.

"Your life is." Kaeya breathed, almost under his breath, as he cut her bonds. He met her eye with his, and for a moment nothing but sheer, startling sincerity met her - fear, realization, knowing. Kaeya surged forward, lips crashing into hers in a furious, passionate kiss, before he ripped himself away, seizing her shoulders and shoving her aside, toward the only route of escape.

Cryo tore through the air, dancing around him in a deadly waltz as he spun, unsheathing his sword and winking out of existence, only to reappear behind the Herald and plunge his blade into his chest.

The creature howled, sending the other two into a frenzy, thirsting for blood.

"Traitorous sinner!" The Lector shouted, fire lashing out but not toward Kaeya, toward Signe, and Kaeya's breath hissed sharp and he flung his hand out, ice spiraling across the stone to Signe's heels and reaching up behind her into a wall of seething, cold cryo to protect her.

Shrieking steam was all that resulted from the Lector's attempt, and Kaeya dodged the resulting crash of lightening that would have been his punishment. "Try harder-" He mocked, and spun, springing toward the Electro Lector. Ice sliced through sinew and dark blood drenched him, the creature's hand flying to its cut throat.

Raging fire licked at his back, and he felt it ignite his clothes, a cry of terror ripping from him at the heat, only for washing ice to knock him off his feat, the pain of the intense vaporize leaving him breathless and aching, shivering as the ice melted to the lingering, heated stone.

The Pyro Lector gripped his throat, and Kaeya shook off the daze as his throat closed. Shit, shit, shit-

"Run!" He choked, slamming his fist into the Lector's arm, "run!"

The balcony that overlooked the baleful, glowing darkness yawned beside him, and then beneath his feet, as he was dangled out over it in threat, "Lose your life, and embrace the Abyssal light, Alberich Heir-" The creature hissed, as black spots grew in Kaeya's vision. He was out of options.

Ice formed in his palm and sunk into the Lector's arm, and Kaeya's feet brushed the railing, briefly finding purchase. He lashed out with both hands, seizing his attacker.

There was a frozen moment, one in which he searched for Signe and found her, her form, still illuminated lavender and beautiful in the archway leading out. I love you. He mouthed, as his weight shifted and he and the Pyro-Aligned Lector tumbled off, into the inky, star-swirling blackness.

The Cryo Creature turned, focus shifting to the Librarian. It would give pursuit. Signe would have to run.

#electricecclectic #answered//electricecclectic #verse//abyssalcorruption

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paimonial-rage · 1 year

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Water, Earth, Fire, Air! HAHAA and if you see fit: shadows and clouds :) — @milkstore

Thank yoooouuuu for the ask! I had too much fun rambling aughhhh!!!

Water: How did you start writing?

I started right after I discovered fanfiction in sixth grade. I was so enamored that I immediately started on a Bleach fanfiction with a Mary Sue OC. SO EMBARRASSING. Even more embarrassing is that a few weeks ago, someone actually FAVORITED that story on FF.net. LIKE???? It wasn't even a good story. How did someone find it from more than a decade ago!!!

Earth: What do you think is the foundation of your WIP?

Idk if I'm answering this question correctly, but whenever I start a story, it's always centered around a specific something I want to achieve. It could be a vibe, emotion, specific scene, specific message, goal, etc. Like with Sharing a Drink They Call Loneliness, my goal was introducing to Zhongli the thought that a life forgotten is not necessarily a life wasted. In What Destiny Has Brought, it takes place after the Summertime Odyssey event where she accepted who she was as Fischl. What I wanted was for her to also accept herself as Amy. Once I figure out what I want to achieve, I then plot the events that will get me to that point.

Fire: What’s a scene that you are dying to write?

I've been sitting on this idea for months, but in the bookkeeping!verse, I want the subject of Morax's Statue of Seven to be addressed between reader and Zhongli. I have it half-written, but I've hyped it up so much in my mind that I just can't accept what I've written so far! It's not funny enough! It's not punch-in-your-face enough!!!! I want to humiliate that man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The sad thing is that it's shorter than an actual fic, but the execution is still killing meeee… Here's a snippet tho if u wanna read….. >//3//>

Air: What’s the easiest part of writing for you?

I want to say that there's no easy part of writing for me. When I'm in the mode to write, everything flows like water. It's so easy. Everything works out well. But the moment I hit a roadblock, suddenly my pipes get clogged and then nothing flows for a few months. Nothing sounds good. Nothing works. But… If I had to say one thing, it'd probably be dialogue. There are certain characters I absolutely cannot write for (e.g. Kaeya), but for most characters, it's easy for me to hear them saying lines in my head. I just have to tweak what they say for everything to sound in character.

Shadows: What’s the darkest theme you’ve ever written about?

I will be completely honest. While I love reading dark themes, I'm terrible at writing them. The closest I come to is my interest in writing toxic complex relationships. Contrary to what my rules imply, I love writing about mentally ill people. Not the "uwuwuwu i'm so depressed :'((((( i hate myself" sadboy mentally ill. But the mentally ill that makes you yell, makes you distrustful, makes you unheathily possessive, makes you emotionally abusive, etc. The mentally ill that makes you absolutely reject the idea that you're deserving of love. I enjoy writing people in that state and the effects it has on the people around them.

Of course, I don't enjoy writing those things because I find them amusing or condone such behaviors. It's easy to put toxic and abusive people in a certain category as unreedemable. Scum of the earth. Deserving of eternal hellfire. But when you're close to that toxic abusive person, you realize it's not as clean cut as outsiders make it out to be. You can't just villify them and be done with it. Maybe writing about those things helps me come to terms with my own childhood, idk. It's just a field I enjoy exploring.

Clouds: How clearly do you picture a scene before you start writing it down?

NOT VERY MUCH AT ALL HAHA. Like I mentioned before, I usually have a goal. Then I make a very fuzzy mental list on how to get there, then I'll just start writing. But that's the rub, isn't it? Because I don't fully picture and plan things out in advance, sometimes unforeseen things pop up which cause roadblocks. Like for a Yae story I'm writing, I had one goal in mind and somehow that multiplied into four goals? Which are far too many. So now I'm at a loss on how to continue aughhh…

But thank you so much for sending this ask! I had fun answering!!! :D

#anon #ask

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ccaptain · 1 year

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@predvestnik ━ i am the one who knocks (with fluff).

another day, another meeting.

the zapolyarny palace is truly a magnificent place, he thinks. it's a giant structure, and the only safe haven that protects adaptive souls from the biting cold of the nation. it's unforgiving, mostly. and those who inhabit the palace know nothing but distrust. it makes the alberich's permanence in here a bit uncomfortable, to say the least...

the tsaritsa's palace is lovely, but it doesn't suit his clan.

the constant reminder that they're guests under an archon makes their shoulders heavy. the bitterness of needing aid from a god, those terrifying figures that once razed their home, isn't something they like to be reminded of. the fatui recruits eye the bizzarre people with cobalt hair warily, polite but frosty; the masks around their eyes shield their true emotions, and it makes most of them uncomfortable.

still, they have to take it. they have to take this uncertaint hospitality, another sacrifice that weights heavy on their pride.

kaeya, personally, doesn't mind it. his eye can see the cracks in this alliance, and he's fast and proficient in mending some, the dance of hurt pride something that he can push aside. there's a final, bountiful reward that both the fatui and the alberich clan wants, and the need to work together goes over petty.

they have been given a room to scheme in peace- or so, they have been told. kaeya has been acutely aware of how the guards report to their superiors, not missing a word that the doors give the impression on blocking. the soundproof air of it is fake, he has discovered after knocking on the wood. if anything, it amplificates.

in fact, the prince counts on some eavesdropping today. every eye belonging to his clan is on him, judging and hearing his words.

'━organizing a meeting with the dendro archon should be treated as a priority, as of now. from our intel, she has just started on her archon duties over sumeru; there's a possibility that we can discuss with her peacefully. she is the god of wisdom, after all, ' kaeya glances at his father, who nods at him with an almost imperceptible movement. ' i will take a period of absence to do just that. meanwhile, it would be best if the rest of us stayed stationed here until i can safely come back. '

' will you be safe? ' his uncle asks, voice masking genuine worry.

' of course, ' kaeya answers, without hesitation. there’s a small smile on his face before he speaks again. ' tartaglia will be with me. '

tartaglia, always reliable. it makes him think, think that he should have gone with him on the mission kaeya himself sent him to- but he had to stay, this time. his clan wanted him to, but where he would have seen it as affection, this time he sees it as a garancy. and an annoyance. the next time he's asked to stay, he will say no and take the consequences.

are you doing okay? as he speaks, his mind wanders without an issue: he has rehearsed what to say so many times, he's allowed to be elsewhere, spiritually. have you finished, are you on your way home? have you eaten? did you went for the dishes i make you try when we travel together? the thought makes him chuckle, timing it with a particulary witty remark. are you-

and then he feels it, the pull. his head snaps up and words stop flowing. he interrupts himself as if startled, but the emotion is far from fright.

nothing can shut, or even temporary slow down, the pull of two abyssal beings longing for eachother. kaeya feels the rolling of poisoned wavelength course through him- and instead of harming him, it makes heat rush to his face, the thrum of still heart speed up in excitement. it possesses him like a fever, the energy: for most people it's an harmful thing, slow venom that clouds the mind- but, for kaeya alberich, it's a message.

ajax is back from his mission.

' apologies, ' he offers to the half-exasperated, half-amused people of his clan. ' we've covered all the important topics, and i'm awaited elsewhere. ' the snap of his ponytail follows him out of the room, the door not even fully shut before he's running like a man possessed, making way and pushing through startled fatui making way for him in the corridors. he didn’t asked his father for permission to dismiss them, but he hardly cares. there’s just one thing that makes him commit follies, and this is it.

he's aware of the gazes cast upon him, of the gossips that will follow. he simply does not care; why should he, when ajax has returned?

he can hear the promise of abyssal energy coming closer, closer, closer-

kaeya turns a corner at full speed, turns another, speeds through a corridor and spews icy smoke out of his mouth as he heaves, only calming in his catching up when he's atop of the staircase leading to the entrance door.

and there he is. the familiar turf of ginger hair and white cape to shield him from the cold.

kaeya can't help the grin blooming on his face like a flower; he's acutely aware of the dimples forming, how his cheeks tense to show glittering white teeth in a purely joyous reaction, accompanying the swell of emotions in his chest. it almost feels like the start of inebriation, where everything floats in sparkling bubbles. the mist coming out of his mouth lifts around his face like a pretty veil, catching his breath impossible when he's full of so many tender emotions.

and, just like that, all of his worries dissipate.

ajax is home. he always comes back victorious, the sense of pride he feels for the warrior absolute.

the enormous flight of large stairs blocking him from just leaping does little to stop him- he could, realistically, run down it like a bowling ball, but a broken leg is the least thing that he wants. so... well, he's just gonna have to think fast.

a touch of frost starts from his hand, engulfing the handrail with a sliver of smooth ice. he wastes no time using it as an improvised slide, projecting himself down the staircase at great speed.

it truly feels like something out of a movie, the adrenaline rushing in his ears: despite how dangerous it looks, kaeya knows that he's not in danger. he's never in any danger with ajax, the dreamy scene of an happy prince coming down so elegantly startles many of the other inhabitants of the palace, but they're paid no mind to. his descent is almost over.

a tap of his boots just before he's send crashing sends him truly leaping, arms stretched out and the twinkling stars in his eyes affixed on nothing but childe.

he knows that he'll be caught.

they'll topple alright- he'll squish poor ajax down like a full cannon ball, but he'll be caught.

and it's so good- it's so good when he has something certaint, something that doesn't need to be said, that doesn’t need scheming. it’s just impulsive.

#predvestnik #Determinator at all costs ━ (Abyss Soulmates V.)#THIS IS BOTH SELF INDULGENT AND MAYBE A STARTER #PUTS A FLUFFY GUN NEAR UR HEAD. IT'S TIME FOR HAPPY ABYSS!KAEYA

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@praeniiteo inquired: ❛ how much do you value your life? ❜ // kaeya @ anyone you want !!

200 Random Dialogue—No Longer Accepting

The question made the young woman uneasy. That wasn’t just something someone would casually say to another. There was an impact in that sort of statement, a warning of what may be to come. Kira wasn’t a knight nor did she battle on a daily bases, but she could fight. After all, the Grandmaster himself was her teacher. So what was Kaeya getting at.??

“I’d like to live and be able to learn more about the world around me, but if someone was in danger, I’d gladly pick up a sword and put myself in harm’s way to defend them.” And that was the truth. Kira was nothing more than a library assistant by job, but she also dabbled quite a bit in research and recording what she found whenever she went exploring. At first look, she seemed rather defenseless. But she could fight and defend.

Turquoise hues narrowed just slightly. She wasn’t distrustful of the knight--while he was certainly more mysterious than any other knight she has met, she had no reason to be distrustful of him, right?--but rather didn’t understand his line of thinking. “Why do you ask.?”

#(decided to go with k.ira~)#| ʸᵒᵘ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃ ᵇᵉˡᶦᵉᵛᵉʳ [kira ask] |#|genshin impact|#| ᵐʸ ˢᵒⁿᵍˢ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᶦᵈ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵃʳᵏ ;queue; |#praeniiteo #| ᶦᶠ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒⁿᵈˢ ʷᵉ ˡᶦᵛᵉ ᵇʸ; ᶦ ʷᶦˡˡ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᶦᵗʰ ᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘ /gi.kira/ |#| ᵃˡˡ ᵐʸ ᶠʳᶦᵉⁿᵈˢ ᵃʳᵉ ʰᵉᵃᵗʰᵉⁿˢ; ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᶦᵗ ˢˡᵒʷ [interactions {kaeya}] |

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inrigor · 2 years

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𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. ── a blog dedicated to a percy jackson original character, sideblog to dearlybeloves. reaped by naminé; 2wenty, he / they / it, korean, nonbinary lesbian. a study of: broken family, hatred &. the consequences of it, loss of love, death, &. more. credits: border. art. sideblog to @dearlybeloves.

𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬. ── temp. rules. doc. toyhouse gallery. pinterest.

morrigan jeoung is a daughter of hades; a year younger than percy, she sided with kronos during the war due to her connection with luke. her importance in the prophecy solidified her place as one of his aides, alongside ethan, with whom she had a deep relationship with. when the gods won, she vanished after being exiled, & most people in camp halfblood today only know of her sparingly.

post tlo: she spends much of her time constantly on the run; however, she also starts to slowly recruit demigods who aided kronos, including alabaster c. torrington. those who stay with her have a general distrust of the gods / camp half blood, although she does send off demigods who wish to join them with supplies.

hoo: during the second titan war, she was contacted by hades into defending camp halfblood. there, she caused a massive chasm similar to what she did during the battle of manhattan, but this time, she repaired it afterwards. her actions granted her a pardon from the gods, although she still chooses to stay away from camp half blood.

toa - post toa: it seems her powers have granted her a curse from tartarus himself. opening so many rifts has led the protogenos to become interested, &. constantly calls out to her in her sleep. she keeps away from both camps because of this, instead travelling to seek answers.

genshin impact: a descendent of the abyss; like kaeya, she is aware of her heritage, even if they seemingly come from different eras. while lacking a vision or delusion, she uses abyssal powers that is slowly corrupting her. she travels frequently across teyvat.

hades: a demigod similar to zagreus, although she spends much of her time on the surface than underground. she visits the house of hades on business terms only, having fallen out of grace with their father. she is blessed by nyx. concept art.

god eater: tba.

twst: tba.

#pinned. may 15th 2022.

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verxsyon · 2 years

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·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 [𝐈] ❞

a royal soldier raised by mercenaries, you’re wary of the visitors entering the kingdom and your fellow staff despite knowing them for so long. who’s your ally, who’s your enemy, or who will be the one to capture your heart?

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. albedo + arataki itto + childe + diluc + eula + gorou + jean + kaedehara kazuha + kaeya + kamisato ayato + sangonomiya kokomi + thoma + xiao + zhongli x gn!reader

✧ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. headcanon (written) ; 1.4k

✧ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. royal au ; fluff, suggestive (kokomi)

✧ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. allusions to seduction (kokomi)

✧ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. uh, hi. i’m here, which means i lied (again) about not posting any more fics during my hiatus lol. anyways, i brought you guys a royal au hc! thanks to fe3h, i became obsessed with them. because i reached 2k, i was thinking of writing 2k words of fics based on this headcanon. what do you guys think?

𝐚𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐝𝐨. a noble descended from a lineage of alchemists. he prefers to stay at home to avoid social interactions, believing that forming and maintaining relationships is bothersome. and yet, he seems to be only interested in you. to attempt exercising this friendship, he leaves you flowers and food at your door. becoming self-conscious that his efforts may not be sufficient, on the contrary, he sees you so happy when you thank him and compliment his creations. in a split second, you swear you caught an awkward smile gracing upon his lips.

𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨. a mercenary from afar descended from a race of oni. infamous in his hometown for causing trouble with the authorities with his gang, he became famous overnight among the royal staff for his dashing looks and abrasive personality. that’s what you don’t like about him; he’s overly confident. you’ve never met a mercenary as unbearable as him. he keeps disturbing your sparring sessions by challenging you to a duel. he’s a determined and chronic loser, but maybe you’ll indulge him just once, just to see what happens if he finally wins.

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞. a diplomat from a neighboring kingdom, or so he claims to be. there is something about him that sets him apart from the other diplomats who visited the royal family, and it’s not pleasant. it’s a mutual distrust between the two of you, and yet the space you both share is… tense. one night with crazed eyes and a knife at your neck, he reveals that he’s assigned to assassinate the king and queen, but you’re in the way, and oddly enough he doesn’t want to hurt you. it seems like he’s doing this against his will, and no, it’s the tense air talking.

𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜. head of house ragnvindr. a noble descended from a lineage of wine industry tycoons, everyone is crazy over him, for instance, one of the girls at the flower shop. controversially speaking, there isn’t anything special about him to fawn over. politics is the least of his worries, but it’s a whole different story when the royal guard is in the picture, strongly opposing their operations. it’s very suspicious that his comments align with a vigilante called the darknight hero. you should be upset, but you admire him for wearing a ridiculous costume every night.

𝐞𝐮𝐥𝐚. exiled member of house lawrence. despite being born into a clan with a tarnished reputation, the king and queen are gracious enough to instigate her into the royal guard, upsetting the majority of the townspeople. you admire her strength of denying her clan’s principles. you wish everyone would see her past her history; she doesn’t deserve hate for something that is beyond her control. you want to befriend her, but her sense of humor is unique in a way that it kind of gives you chills down your spine. if it makes you feel any better, she likes you for seeing her as herself.

𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐮. retainer of sangonomiya kokomi. a descendant of beast-like warriors, fighting is in his blood. nicknamed top dog, he’s the army general of the house and its strongest bowman, being able to take down seven men at once at one point. however, most people don’t believe this at first because of his adorable dog-like appearance, a feature he grew self-conscious of. you’re one of the few people who sees him as a fighter and acknowledges his strength, though you’re tempted to pet him like you do when you come across dogs in town — scratching his ears and grooming his tail.

𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐧. head of house gunnhildr. known as the dandelion knight, she dedicates her life to serve the kingdom, though to the point where she tends to overwork herself. she’s more worried about the state of the kingdom, she doesn’t know how to reconnect with her younger sister and doesn’t know what romance feels like out of the romance novels she reads. as someone who spends most of their time inside the kingdom, you sympathize with her, thus helping her to resolve them. after all, the both of you deserve a break. she’s confused as to why she feels warm when you’re around.

𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚. a former refugee from a neighboring kingdom. upon entering your kingdom a few years ago, he became dependent on stealing which he got arrested for, but was pardoned by the king and queen by giving him the option to live here and serve them. in the present he’s patrolling the seas on the crux fleet to fend off any intruders. at the end of his shift, he’ll disappear from his group just to find you. the captain knows him too well; he’s smitten with you, the soldier with a spirit of a mercenary. the poems he recites at sea are basically his love letters in hopes to make you his one day.

𝐤𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚. a fellow royal soldier adopted into house ragnvindr. he may appear to be the grandson that all the elderly people in town want, but he’s suspiciously sly, purposefully misleading some soldiers to another direction of the crime scenes and dodging your questions regarding his whereabouts. the townspeople seem to be involved in his antics, avoiding eye contact with you when you mentioned him. apparently, you’re dense, failing to notice the signs of him trying to make a move on you. he’s been doing those things to make you pay attention to him and have you all to himself in private.

𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐨. head of house kamisato. responsible for managing political affairs, he’s required to travel, which means he has to visit other kingdoms to establish alliances with them. although he’s said to go on business trips most of the time, his appearance is a top mystery. rumored to be tall, with short, white hair and a mole near his mouth, everyone joins in the hunt to find him at the royal party. your dance partner happens to fit the description perfectly. when the guests find out that you were dancing with the kamisato ayato, he kisses your hand and whisks away into the night.

𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐦𝐢. head of house sangonomiya. known as the divine priestess, she’s the military strategist of the house. having the ability to foresee another army’s tactics and the outcomes, she’s a force to be reckoned with and a valuable ally to the kingdom. you had the pleasure of being invited to the guest room, where she was waiting for you with an extremely thin nightgown. it’s strange to see her so amused, and she beckons you to come inside. not only is she well-versed in the art of war, she’s surprisingly an expert in the art of seduction as well.

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚. retainer of house kamisato. he became very popular among the royal staff and even the royal family by being the exact servant they needed. if you have to be honest, you don’t like him. but at the same time you don’t dislike him; he’s just too perfect for your taste. it’s annoying to hear him profusely apologize for things he isn’t at fault for and saying yes to every request from the servants along the way. as he serves a clan full of swordsmen, he should know how to fight. when you unleashed a surprise attack on him, he’s afraid — afraid of another person like he did in the past.

𝐱𝐢𝐚𝐨. a deity sworn to protect the kingdom centuries ago. he finds humans strange, but you’re even stranger because you captured his attention from the moment he first saw you as a young mercenary fighting against a wild animal by yourself in the forest. although he despises crowds with a passion, he decides to pose as a soldier of the royal guard just to meet you. when you encounter a dangerous creature during your patrol, he comes to your rescue and whispers into your ear to call his name in times like this before disappearing into thin air.

𝐳𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢. a knowledgeable man who works as an historian inside the castle. he’s friendly and likes having casual conversations over tea and games. there isn’t anyone from the castle who he hasn’t invited into his corner of the library. you’ve been there so many times that you already lost count. from your meetings, you can’t help but take note of his amber eyes. sure, they’re mesmerizing indeed. but you swear that you’ve seen those eyes in some history books you read — on a draconic deity that once presided over this kingdom. what nonsense, you may say, but the glint in his eyes says otherwise.

✧ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬. if your url is in bold, that means i can’t tag you!

@aibiito ; @aqualesha ; @blissmal ; @bluexiao ; @bokutosworld ; @dreamiehrs ; @fadedjae ; @help-wtf-am-i-even-doing ; @lilikags ; @pastelsicheng ; @philosopher-of-fandoms ; @shxnosuke ; @sleepyyangyang ; @sucrosia ; @sunfloweritea ; @xriin ; @yeetmeoffjueyunkarst

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