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kaeyaphile · 1 month

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i know it’s been said before but. i’m going to say it again. kaeya alberich is more important and relevant to the overall plot of genshin impact than his free base game 4–star status would have you believe and he absolutely deserves to get the honkai: star rail dan heng treatment and get a 5–star version ✨

#kayleigh.txt #thank you for coming to my tedtalk 😂#it probably won’t happen because it isn’t something they do in genshin impact but. wouldn’t it be so nice 🥲#i just (clenches fists) love him so damn much #genshin impact #kaeya alberich #kaeya #❄ kaeya my beloved 🩵

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lmaowhateven · 2 years

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i would really appreciate some xiaoyu and chaeya headcanons if you don't mind sharing, cuz your art got me on the chaeya boat and now you gotta feed me. (but like only if you want cuz ur busy and have a life but i love ur art and ur opinions matter and just wanna let you know you valid and ur so talented and only 21?? like 0_o

OMG this ask is so sweet i have been marinating on it for a while because while i DO have headcanons........ i had to think abt the best ones to share 😳 i put way too much thought into this lol

CHAEYA

-my favorite possible dynamic for them is that they are both trying to convince themselves that what they have going on is JUST casual because if either of them really admitted how strongly they felt for each other their entire world would ACTUALLY explode.

-i REALLY want them to meet at a tavern or out exploring by happenstance a good couple of times before being introduced professionally. kaeya absolutely knew he was talking to a harbinger. childe was utterly enamored by a mysterious stranger. UNTIL BOOM HE MEETS HIM IN A MEETING WITH THE KNIGHTS OF FAVONIOUS?!!?

-i need them to be messy and angsty and absolutely toxic with each other but eventually they become husbands and have a weird little family dynamic with klee and teucer 🥰 they need to work through shit together like its gotta be a mess before it can like become something great. but it'll become something great.

-whenever im playing genshin and in a chaeya mood i put on a kaeya/childe/jean/diluc team because i think it would be possibly the most awkward adventuring team in the world. kaeya's boss and kaeya's brother hanging out with the crazy dude he's boning? absolutely hilarious.

-oh my god i need them to have the most romantic love letters man. i need them to have beautiful letters filled with longing and vulnerability and so SO SO MUCH love, but when they finally meet again it's a little awkward and they have a hard time communicating. it's easier in writing!

-speaking of awkward. at first they are very flirty and lovey but none of it is genuine feelings just attraction. when they REALLY start liking each other oh my god they have to be so awkward about it. no eye contact. barely make normal conversation. they are like awkward teenagers oh my GOD I AM SHAKING YOU BY THE SHOULDERS DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE DYNAMIC I NEED FOR THEM. CASUAL > AWKARD > TERRIBLE ANGST AND TRAGEDY > REBIRTH AS SOUL MATES

XIAOYU

-xiaoyu for me is all about shared healing, patience, and finally finding someone to connect with. oh my god BOTH of these guys have been through SO, SO MUCH and i just think both of them could gain a sense of real, genuine love from one another.

-both of these guys have been conditioned to feel isolated from the world. ganyu feels so different from everyone around her, never truly connecting with the adepti or with the humans. even in the bustling streets of liyue she's alone. xiao has lost everyone he's ever cared for, and since then he's never allowed himself to get close to anyone. he feels undeserving of another person's affections. he feels as though he's the only one of carrying such burdens. i think the two of them could really resonate with each other, and maybe find some solace knowing they aren't truly alone.

-i really like the idea of ganyu being xiao's first real crush. he doesn't really understand those feelings and not only does it embarrass him it's confusing and FRUSTRATING at the same time. ganyu on the other hand has absolutely been crushing on xiao for a loooong time now, but she hasn't processed that completely, instead believing that she just really wants to befriend him. she thinks about him all the time because she just cares THAT much is all!!!

- they are PINING. they are the slowest of slow burns. they are agonizingly slow. like they will get together in maybe 50-200 years or so. not even kidding.

-i love the idea of xiao checking on ganyu when she's not looking. he's always a little worried for her. sometimes she'll fall asleep in weird places, or travel somewhere far, and xiao just wants to make sure she's home safe. its creepy but he seriously lacks social etiquette and he loves her!

-ganyu isn't a naturally very physically affectionate person since she's so timid, but with xiao she makes sure to be a little more open with her outward affection. a lot of the time she's comforting xiao with a hand on the shoulder or a sweet and quick hand squeeze. she wants him to know she doesn't think he's a monster, and that she feels safe around him. he could probably never verbalize this out loud, but those little touches mean A LOT TO HIM.

-ganyu visits wangshu inn often and brings little care packages for xiao. he's no the best at self care so she does what she can to help! even though she's so busy with work she's been trying to take weekends off every once in a while and stay at the inn with xiao. y'know to make sure he's taking proper care of himself and all 👀

#this ask was so sweet lol thank you so much!!!#yeah work has been killing me and also I've been busy cause im also in the process of moving lol #buuuut i have five days off cause i got my wisdom teeth removed (YEAAAAAHHHH) so i had time to answer this ask while i recover.#sorry for the novel tumblr user lavenderloverrr if you give me an opportunity to gush about fictional ships that i like-#-you should expect a way too indepth response abt this stuff. fictional gay ppl love is my favorite thing ever.#oh yeah xiaoyu are gay ppl too btw. they are t4t and bisexual!#chaeya is t4t too but there's no way i could picture CHILDE with a WOMAN. he's gay af. kaeya is bisexual tho!

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howthesleeplesswander · 1 year

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[random ooc question! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ what are kaeya's feelings toward diluc after all that's happened between them? the unspoken things he never says to diluc's face? beyond just "it's complicated," of course u-u]

((hooooOOOOO now isn't that a deliciously complicated question, indeed 👀🙏 Thank you for the food, my darling! 💖

I could fill 1,000 pages with all the things Kaeya doesn't say to Diluc, tbh. 8') Kaeya's always doing everything he can to avoid those exact conversations, which is partially why he didn't miss a beat going back to his playful, teasing ways as soon as Diluc came back to Mondstadt. He teases and taunts to hide the fact that his heart was irreparably broken when things fell apart between them.

The simplest way to put it is that Kaeya's feelings towards Diluc are an endless slew of contradictions. He desperately wants Diluc back in his life, but is terrified of letting him get too close and risking the same hurt and abandonment all over again. He admires Diluc in so many ways, but can't help but be afraid of him. He still cares for Diluc so deeply, but hates that he does at the same time. He wants to fix everything they had, but doesn't think Diluc will ever truly forgive him—and doesn't think he deserves forgiveness.

IT'S A HUGE MESS and it hurts my heart so much asldjfkd T^T Kaeya's literally an ice onion asdljfs HE'S A DISASTER THAT HAS LAYERS. Even if you manage to chip away one layer, there's always going to be another underneath. The outermost is the flawless sheet of ice that sparkles in the sun: the facade that hides all of Kaeya's real feelings. Beneath that, there are layers upon layers of sharp icicles that keep everyone at a distance: all the bitterness, betrayal, hurt, fear, loneliness, anger. But at Kaeya's heart, deep down under everything else, there are the simplest truths:

He wants to apologize.

He wants to ask if he can finally come home.

He wants to tell Diluc that he never stopped caring. That he never will stop caring.

But he's too afraid to voice any of it. He's too cold, too broken, too unworthy to even know how to try. ;^; ))

#《⭒✩⭒ || hc: prince of lies and snow (kaeya) 》#《⭒✩⭒ || the sleepless speaks (ooc) 》#greedbent #thank you so much for this my dear! 🥺❤️#catch me eternally sobbing over the hurt and heartbreak between these two aslfjldsk #Kaeya still loves him and misses him SO MUCH #but after everything that happened it's SO DIFFICULT for him to let any of that show #he had four whole years left behind in Mondstadt to spiral #it IS possible to pull him back out from that and for these two to fix things but it'll take A LOT of work from both of them #there's so many old wounds to heal and so much trust to be rebuilt in both directions T~T #I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT THESE TWO OKAY ALSFJLKD #(WEEPS INTO HANDS)

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frozenambiguity · 1 year

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Hii so I hope it's ok to text you from anon.. I'm lowkey shy... silly me, anywayayay I love your blog and characterization of Kaeya so much it just feels like.... you get him, you know, really. I enjoy your Kaeya, posts and your personal energy in general hskjshk pls never delete <3 (not one of your rp partners sadly but i found you in kaeya tags and couldn't help but take look at your blog and i don't regret it. keep it up you're doing amazing) // you don't have to answer i just wanted you to know

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH.

#{{ anon making me break the rules because I wanna reply to this so bad hnnnnng }}#{{ the icon I used accurately describes my live reaction when I saw this bc sincerely? I felt so much joy from this heartfelt message }}#{{ especially because these last couple of weeks have been a little rough on me so i'm??? so thankful }}#{{ I will forever cherish these words. }}#{{ please feel free to come off anon so we can chill and be friends and talk about kaeya 24/7 jgjgireigriehgi }}#{{ <3 <3 <3 }}#【 keepsake | don't forget you are loved. 】

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ofhope · 8 months

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"So how's my most favorite person in all of teyvat doing?".(kaeya to yoimiya)

“Kae-yaaa!!!” his only warning, before a velcro-like attachment! “Waaait a sec, I'm your favorite person in all of Teyvat?!”

There's a thump-thump against his shoulder, the most fun-loving of pats. While an expert in smooth-talking, that simply couldn't be! Otherwise...

“C'mooon, you'll hurt Klee's feelings! And I don't think anyone could recover from that, it almost feels illegal for her to have anything but a wide smile on that face. I'll happily take second place, though!” all that said, Kaeya could kiss goodbye to not having a clingy Yoimiya on his shoulders -- it was too comfy (also, was this what it was like to be tall?). “All that to say: I'm feeling pretty great! Hooow's my second favorite person in all of Teyvat? - Sorry, I couldn't resist! Klee's smiles are at stake, here!!!”

#GALIS OUR BELOVED [CLINGS]#I LOVE YOUUU I'M SORRY THIS IS SO LATEBUT I HAD TO GET TO IT. HAD TO. AS SOON AS I COULD #Kaeya+Yoimiya babysitting Klee when. WHEN WILL MASTER JEAN ALLOW THIS #asks‚ yoimiya.#Also thank you so much for spoiling my inbox ;A;

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sadistic-sakamaki · 1 year

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@geleum | VANDEAD CARNIVAL inspired starter.

«...Who the hell names a sweets shop 'Poisson d'Avril'? Who is in charge of the marketing here...» Literal translation: April's... fish...? Interesting name for a candy shop. Unless Ayato is taking things too literally. If the name is not meant to be interpreted letter by letter, then that leaves us with APRIL'S FOOLS. You know — the day people celebrate lying? Which... doesn't really help either. Both names are questionable.

«How the hell are they even holdin' up!?» The vampire looks, incredulous, at the queue which is starting to form in front of the shop. Maybe the strange name is part of the appeal...? Regardless —

«If you owned a sweets shop, you’d definitely name it differently, right?!» Right!? Tell him he’s not in the wrong here.

#{{ omg.... vibrates... a kaeya........ **pats you both in the head** }}#{{ ngl i love seeing you on the dash so i'm feeling a bit shy now 👉👈 }}#{{ thank you so much for reaching out and wanting to interact! }}#geleum #【 YOUR LIFE MAY NOT BE POETIC; BUT IT IS A BEAUTIFUL TRAGEDY. 】

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galactia · 2 years

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@dilucisms | hugs for kaeya! always accepting!

"you are so incorrigible, you know."

diluc's rich baritone is warm with something that almost sounds ... affectionate, the sort of affection an older brother might have for his younger sibling after watching said younger sibling get into trouble again and again. indeed, if one looks close enough, there's the faintest of smiles playing about the corners of his lips.

"you drink too much, you do dangerous things, you worry me with how shit you are at taking care of yourself, and ..." he circles around the bar counter, then gently collects kaeya into his arms, pulling him in close for a warm hug. " ... and you're my brother," he continues, finally smiling in earnest. "you're my little brother, and you always will be. so ... when you need me, kaeya, just remember ... i'm here for you. always, and without question."

i love you, kae. don't you dare ever forget it.

“I know.” Kaeya volunteered, leaning an elbow against the bar, proving Diluc’s point it seemed, “It’s part of my irresistible charm.” (A nuisance).

Kaeya swirled his nearly empty glass, the ice-cubes clinking, eying Diluc across the bar. The Cavalry Captain had been (surprisingly) conservative tonight with his imbibing. He wasn’t even tipsy, beyond a light hum that could hardly count, at least by his standards.

He wondered, momentarily, if Diluc meant to go through the entire list of his flaws. An useless endeavor, really. They might be here half the night.

Instead his brother rounded the bar and snatched him into a hug that shook an, “-Oh!” loose and stunned him into an emotional silence had would not have been able to break without embarrassing himself. He-... relaxed into his older brother’s warmth, chin resting on Diluc’s shoulder, a familiar kind of comfort washing over him. He wrapped his arms around Diluc in turn, muttering a, “Sentimental.” that was far more affectionate than sharp.

They had-... begun to sort through the tangle of pain and misunderstanding that had grown between them. It felt raw, but-... good, in a way that healing had a way of being a dichotomy of hurt and breathing.

It had been so long since he’d reached for Diluc’s help, or shoulder, or advise. All he’d been reaching for from him had been more drinks. But now?

Kaeya smiled, half-way and small and sincere, “Thanks, ‘Luc.”

#dilucisms #answered//dilucisms #kaeya//rp #[ oh OH #gosh I care about these two bros so much #Kaeya letting himself go back to reaching for his brother and Calling him that #Thank you for this! I love these two. <3 ]

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pearlywritings · 1 year

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Sometimes the name doesn't matter

synopsis: sometimes it matters that you are his wife.

pairings: Alhaitham, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, a little bit of bullying, a bit of unwelcome drunk flirting, characters are whipped for their wives

word count: 5.4k+ words

a/n: part 2 can be read here!

Alhaitham

Your husband is… Truly something. Honestly, that's the best way to describe this epitome of nonchalance, smugness and sarcasm, sprinkled with sharp glares and served with a smartass sauce. No one would be able to swallow such a nasty pill, yet you somehow managed. But that's what doctors say, right? The medicine might be bitter, but it'll get better. And it did.

Hard to believe, but the Akademiya's Scribe is enamored by you - it took time to realize, many interactions for him to see that you do not rise annoyance in him, multiple times sharing the eye contact and hundreds of hours being your interlocutor to cognize the beauty of you, but when he fell - he fell hard, and the realization didn't make him feel repulsed. On the contrary, it brought him inexplicable peace, and, being an efficient and straightforward man he is, Alhaitham faced you the very next day and asked out on a date.

The rest is history. You dated, you moved in, you got married - the sequence your husband perfected in its briefness to be over with quickly anytime his colleagues or anyone asked about you and your relationship. You, of course, would give a more detailed summary to your friends, speaking of him so tenderly, always witnessing the same reaction - disbelief. And you get it where they come from - after all, your partner is known to not be the most cordial person. He prefers it that way though - he is bothered much less and can dedicate that free time to his lovely wife.

He makes it a point to not leave the house unnecessarily early, just exactly enough to get to his office on time, and same with finishing his work, bluntly rejecting anyone who tries to approach him with stuff. This way he doesn’t waste a second with you, quite on contrary, sometimes a couple of hours can be added, if you visit him during the afternoon to go grab lunch together, or enjoy the one you brought with you, and then rest somewhere in a private spot with your head on his shoulder, holding a bigger hand that is resting on your thigh, while his other one is occupied with a book. This is enough to power you both up to push through the rest of the day, and Alhaitham really appreciates it, never failing to give you a kiss on the lips and murmuring the soft words of reassurance, before parting your ways till the evening.

Today is one of those days when you find yourself in the House of Daena with a home-cooked lunch neatly wrapped and warm in your hands. A couple of librarians greet you on the way, knowing perfectly well who you are, and you smile at them. One older woman, who’s always been fond of your character, informs you that Alhaitham hasn’t left the Grand Sage’s office since the moment he arrived, and you thank her for going out of her way to reassure you that you will not need to search for him.

There’s another exchange of greetings at the bottom of an elevator and just seconds later you start ascending to the above of the huge library. The quiet whirling of mechanisms is calming and you hum softly to yourself, imagining that tender look in those light turquoise eyes, a rare shine in orange-ringed yellow pupils and a slight pull of thin lips upon seeing your figure and catching a whiff of food you brought. A content sigh escapes your chest and you prepare to soon step off the huge round platform.

But instead of catching a glimpse of your husband, you are met with sharp black eyes, staring at you and a scowl present on the face of a person you don't believe you've seen before, at least not long enough to remember. You blink in surprise, eyes darting to look at the man from head to toe - he is wearing the Akademiya’s robes, but there is no indicator to which Darshan he belongs to. A Matra perhaps? But you are used to seeing a completely different face of a scholar Alhaitham appointed as his secretary for the period of time he’d fulfill the role of an Acting Grand Sage. Panah has soft brown eyes, always nodding to you in a greeting and leaving upon your arrival if it is lunch time and his boss doesn’t instruct him to stay and carry on with his job, not minding you two.

This one practically glares at you, arms crossed and posture intimidating. You simply tilt your head in question, waiting for him to say something.

“Who allowed you to enter?”

The tone of his voice is pretty rude, and the gruff voice doesn't add grace to it. You are not one to judge someone by their looks - your husband is the proof of that, so you decide to brush it off and simply answer.

"Shohre of course, as usual."

“...as usual?” His brows furrow, and you get even more confused with the question. Is your husband having some kind of an impromptu inspection? He didn’t tell you anything about it in the morning, and since the Akasha got turned off, there is no simple way to warn you of it.

"Is Alhaitham holding any meeting, perhaps?" You try, knowing it's absurd since he doesn't love his sweet lunch time being interrupted, but right now it's hard to find an explanation for this hostile-acting man's actions.

"You have so little respect for the Acting Great Sage?"

This time the booming edge in his words makes an echo in a pretty vast space and almost makes you flinch. The situation is escalating pretty quickly.

"Sir, I don't know who you are, but I do not believe I ever deserved such treatment from you. Would you be so kind to explain what's going on or at least let me see the Acting Great Sage-"

That must've sounded kind of sarcastic, because the man looks like he is ready to fume akin to a kettle.

"Who even are you!? Who do you think you are? Demanding a meeting like that - you must know his schedule is packed, so don't you assume that your pretty face would get you through-"

"Jahan, what is going on?" The "Jahan" shuts instantly upon hearing a deep, dripping with authority voice behind him. Your face instantly brightens when you spot the tall man approaching you two with his arms crossed and the most nonchalant expression etched in his features.

“We have an intruder, Sir.”

What in the Archon’s name- This is becoming ridiculous.

"An intruder?" He lifts his brow and glances at you, gaze lingering just for a few seconds longer. Then it returns to his subordinate. "I don't see one here."

"This woman," you move just in time not to have his index finger directly point you right in your face, "came here without prior appointment, not stating her purpose, not even stating her name!"

"Is that so?" You almost snort at how little Alhaitham cares for what this man has for an explanation, instead moving directly to you and taking a heavy lunch boxes from your hands, allowing your shoulders and arms to drop in relief.

“Her name is of no matter. All you need to know is that she is my wife.”

The room falls silent. The man stares at his boss with eyes so wide, you worry they’d pop out of his sockets. Your husband though doesn’t show any reaction to the stunned look on the man’s face, balancing all the containers in one hand, offering you the other, which you take with a smile.

"S-she what?"

"My wife. And she, along with the necessary descriptions, is literally the only person on the list of the people who are free to come and leave whenever. On the list Panah passed to you along with other instructions before taking his sick leave. Did you even skip through those?"

The tone of your husband is cold with a mocking edge, rubbing his subordinate’s incompetence in his face, and you don't need to look at the man to sense his panic.

"I-I, no of course I thoroughly looked through every single one, but I do not remember such paper, it must've been lost along the process-"

"It doesn't matter. Now you are aware. But there is one more thing you need to learn about my wife visiting."

"Yes, Sir?"

"You leave the moment she enters."

There is a momentary pause (you know Alhaitham is rolling his eyes inwardly at how slowly the notion seems to reach him), before Jahan snaps out of his stupor, slightly bows, mumbling something and quickly walks off to the elevator.

Not even waiting for the mechanism to start, your husband tugs on your hand and you take the hint, following him to the sofas and a table.

"What an imbecile," is murmured in annoyance and you finally chuckle, covering your mouth with a hand.

Your husband is truly something, but one thing is absolutely certain - his wife is the only person that really worths his nerves and time.

Ayato

Kamisato Ayato is a character of many admirable traits and worth-mentioning accomplishments, a great leader, an amazing big brother, a boss held in high regard, and a loving husband of three years to you. This last, but not the least, is Commissioner's favorite, and he makes sure to show it every opportunity present in his individual mischievous way.

You know he gets away with a lot of things, and for numerous reasons, ranging from being the head of the Yashiro Commission, to him being pretty unknown by face among the commoners due to Ayaka handling all the public affairs. This one in particular is harmless, but there is that little thing which drives you up the wall - he does it only when you are present, leaving you very flustered and with a fast beating heart.

"My name? Oh, I am a husband. This gorgeous woman's husband."

"Lord Kamisato? No need to be so formal with me, just call me her husband."

"'Kamisato Ayato' and all my titles are so long to write down, can't I sign it with 'Y/n's hubby' instead?"

"Kamisato Y/n's husband. That's who I am."

"Ayaka, have you forgotten? No more calling me 'big brother', only 'Y/n's husband- Stop laughing, I am serious!"

The last one is literally happening right before your eyes, with the younger sibling hiding her smile and suppressing her giggles behind her intricately decorated fan, as the older one has taken his glove off, wiggling his fingers to show the glistening golden band wrapped around one of them. You, on the other hand, are trying to cover your heated face with a stack of papers you picked when Ayaka entered the office and addressed her big brother as, well, big brother. Peeking above the filled with reports sheets you catch a sly smile playing on Ayato's lips, while his usually piercing eyes reflect the special kind of adoration he holds for you.

You know why he is doing this - the man fought hard for your heart and then hand in marriage, and since it is now a reality, he absolutely keens on that "I am your husband" notion. Sometimes it's a perfect ice breaker in introducing you two to new people, sometimes it's a reason for an eye roll (yours as well), at times it puts people in stupor which Ayato uses to his advantage, but there is always only one initial thought behind every single one of them - showing the world he is proud to be your partner with a label "husband" on it.

And this sentiment is fully returned! However you never had an opportunity to do the same - he always beats you to it, and leaves bashful long enough for the moment to become wasted. You know you can always talk it through with him and he’d be more than happy to give you a chance, but, after all these times he left you speechless, it’s simply a matter of pride to pay him back. Besides… You really-really want to see his reaction if you told someone important those words.

That you are his wife.

You hear a soft knock on the living room’s door where you and Ayato are sitting next to each other at one side of the low table.

“Lord and Lady Kamisato, the guests have arrived.”

“Wonderful, please let them in.”

The man notices your elation upon hearing those words and smiles to himself - your friends from another nation, whom you haven’t seen properly in ages, finally managed to reach the coasts of Inazuma and seek a meeting to reconnect with you and also meet your mysterious husband you’ve written and praised so much in your letters.

The scene is heartwarming. Two girls around your age are tightly hugging you with excited squeals while the man that came in together with them, patiently waits to be introduced. Ayato follows his example, watching your grinning face, filing away every single detail about it - the sparkles in your eyes, the rosiness of your cheeks, that adorable wrinkling of your nose when the girls say something cheesy, and the pure happiness written all over your visage.

“Oh, Y/n, it’s so nice to see you again after so long! So much happened…”

“Yes! We totally should discuss every single event! But I offer to start by introducing us and our husbands.”

“One of you got married?” You ask surprised. “I know that only one of you got recently engaged-”

“Me! But the wedding is so soon, that I already call him my husband, hehe. Oh, we brought the wedding invitation for you and your husband as well, I hope you two will make it!”

“Girls, girls, let’s calm down,” you laugh, pausing them and gesturing to the two men silently observing you - both pairs of eyes shining with admiration. “Ayato, my dear, I want you to meet my friends I’ve told you so much about…”

Your husband hears familiar names, ones he’s remembered long ago, and nods in recognition, offering each a kiss on the back of their hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet people my beloved holds in high regard.”

“Likewise,” they giggle, giving you teasing looks about how gentlemanly your spouse is, and you roll your eyes, but a smile tugging on your lips doesn’t go unnoticed.

“And I’ll take an opportunity to introduce our companion,” one of the women says, stepping closer to her fiance and offering everyone his name and a slight description of his field of work, to which Ayato hums with interest.

“And these,” your other friend gestures to you and your husband, “are Kamisato Ayato and-”

“Wife.”

Everyone falls silent and looks at you with confusion. You yourself are stunned, eyes slightly widened and heart skipping a beat. The word really just flew out of your mouth faster when you could think about it.

“Excuse me?” Your friend gapes at you, and suddenly it clicks. This spontaneous reaction, caused by your unspoken desire, presents you with a perfect opportunity. You finally can get “revenge” on your husband.

“That’s what I said, sweety,” with a smirk and boosting confidence you glance at Ayato and meet his lilac eyes, staring at you with a hint of amusement. “I am this marvelous man’s wife. You know, 'Kamisato Y/n' is way too long to pronounce. So, maybe just a wife instead?”

The silence reigns again, with the three of your guests clearly being in stupor and your husband observing you with an unreadable expression. But suddenly he laughs. Joyfully and sincerely, it plucks on the strings of your crazily beating heart. Instantly there are arms wrapping around your waist and lips pressed against your temple, and you can feel the smile he hides in your hair.

“Yes, that’s right… This remarkable woman is my wife. Most incredible and lovely wife.”

Turning your head slightly you manage to catch a soft blush dusting his porcelain skin, before he faces away from you. Oh Archons, he loves it and he is bashful!

As you fully turn in his embrace and start teasing him, loud enough for only the man to hear (you are not that cruel to embarrass him in front of people), your guests' existence is forgotten for a moment. Both girls sigh and look at the completely lost man, whose hand his future wife takes and rubs a thumb over his knuckles.

“Ah… Please, don’t mind that. She always had a strange sense of humor, and it seems that her husband only enabled it.”

That is true, but you look genuinely happy, so they can bear a week of occasional cringing.

Diluc

The annual harvest celebration has been a tradition in the Ragnvindr family for as long as the Dawn Winery existed. When Master Crepus was alive, it was hosted in the grand mansion with spacious halls and intricately decorated staircases, the one Diluc used to call his home. Guests would gather, wine bars would be uncorked and red liquid fill dozens of glasses, as he and Kaeya would curiously watch the adults interact, sneaking out of their rooms to spy from the hiding spots they knew so well.

But not anymore. Gone were the days of careless happiness he calls the past now, gone his father, gone the mansion, and gone his desire for active social interaction. It's been some years since his return and the sale of the mansion in attempts to run away from said past. The celebration came to a stop for as long as he was gone and then while he tended to re-establishing the business after arrival.

The Dawn Winery, despite all the maids and winemakers, would become so quiet. And it's not like he stayed there for long too - he was always somewhere, preoccupied by something.

That is until his life was shaken and turned upside down, and all by the hands of one single person. The person, who brought light back to his dark crimson eyes, who made him stop and think about how he can not just exist, but live, and happily so, waiting for every opportunity possible to be in the loving presence; the person who brought out that part of him he buried deep down in his graveyard of a soul, and gave it freedom to be again. The home actually started feeling like one, not a building he had a study and a bedroom in, but a place he could share with another, basking in the long-forgotten sensations, having his heart dance jigs and face soften in a tender gaze.

Many changes occurred, and, with some encouragement, he decided to bring back the tradition his father held in high regard, with only his sons' birthdays being more important to the late wine master.

The Winery is not as big as the family mansion used to be, but it is still enough space, with some of the furniture moved and the floor cleared, it can host many people. Besides, there is always a lovely outside with benches, and tables, and chairs, and it seems that Barbatos is kind to you, sending delightful weather as his gift.

Diluc is not a fan of social gatherings, however, he couldn't help but feel giddy when Adelinde exclaimed in elation at the prospect, be rather content when he saw happy smiles of the citizens - it's been a while since any proper celebration, and the monster rampage last month has been keeping everyone in a gloomy mood, and most importantly - he couldn't betray the trust and confidence his wife put into him.

…right. His wife. The ending to his reputation of the most eligible bachelor (not like he ever cared for the title), and the talk of the town for the past couple of weeks. Diluc Ragnvindr is a rather private man, and upon mutual agreement the wedding was private as well, with only few attending, and those few knew how to keep their mouths shut till the right time came. Or not, since one Cavalry Captain loves getting on the redhead's nerves and spilling some beans to the people who are willing to listen, and then not saying another word to create an intrigue.

So yes, this celebration is also a way to finally introduce the owner of the Dawn Winery's wife to the public, and put an end to all the speculations and maybe seal some lips that spew hatred towards the 'lucky woman', and there are a number of those.

You haven't been taking your eyes off the small group of nobles, standing almost in the middle of the first floor hall, loudly discussing the matter, inevitably drawing the attention of the ones not involved in the conversation, but standing rather close to them.

"I am telling you, she must be some dirty little thing, seducing our poor Master Diluc," the raven-haired tall man claims, elegantly holding a glass of dandelion wine in his long fingers. With his white and black clothes he reminds you of a dalmatian. Barking is almost identical too.

"You are right! She must be some commoner, too ashamed to show her face. If she was of a noble origin, the wedding would be grand and public," ah, and this bear-like looking man… you remember him - he was very active in trying to arrange a marriage of a very uninterested Diluc and his 17-year old daughter. You almost grimace at the thought.

"Oh yes! And we all know, that such well-known and ancient family as Ragnvindrs ought to have one of the noble daughters getting married into it," it is the first time you see this dramatically dressed woman, but even so you would've doubled in boisterous laughter if not the pretty dress Adelinde helped you lace an hour ago, that could potentially be ruined with the drink in your own glass.

You will yourself to tune them off for a moment and check on other guests. It quickly becomes clear that this conversation makes them uncomfortable. Some manage to entertain you though, by making fun of those nobles, parodying the pompous manner of their talking and snickering at that.

Nevertheless, one shall put an end to this idiocy.

"Afternoon, good sirs and ma'ams," the group direct their gazes at you, approaching them with a polite smile and a glass absent from your hand. "I've caught pieces of your conversation earlier, and couldn't help, but feel concerned."

The derogatory gaze the woman throws your way doesn't go unnoticed, but you simply choose to ignore it.

"Is that so?" The 'Dalmatian' hums, as if condescendingly. "Are you worried about Master Diluc as well, young lady? Such compassion is admirable."

"Oh, I hardly worry about Diluc," some eyes widen at your lack of his title acknowledgement, but you once again ignore it. "I am concerned about you. You know it's bad manners to berate a person in their own house? I'd really advise you to stop talking, especially about the matter you seem to know nothing about. Not to make bigger fools of yourselves at least."

"How dare you-" the woman you haven't heard talking before, but saw her nodding a lot, with those huge feathers in her hair waving with each tilt of her head, starts gasping because of your 'insult'. "How dare you speak to us like that! A servant must stay silent until asked to open their mouth!"

"I am not a servant here, nor anywhere else," the assumption doesn't surprise you, since all the maids were allowed to wear pretty outfits even while doing their job - after all it was a celebration honoring them as well, they help the Winery keep running.

"When who in the Archon's name are you-?"

"Y/n Ragnvindr," a deep soothing voice rings behind you, so loud and clear, that it immediately shuts all the sounds in the room.

Your lips curl in a wider smile, all the while holding the bewildered gaze of the woman who decided to pick a fight with you.

"Yes, dear?" His chest is now against your back and a hand, clad in a white glove, reaches for yours. "Are you done with welcoming our partners from Liyue?"

"Of course," the back of your hand is brought to his lips to leave a chaste kiss there, and only then you turn your head and catch a dangerous glint in those blood-colored eyes. He is pissed, but neutral face hardly betrays him. "I see we have a problem here."

"Mhm," you hum, not letting go of his hand and looking back at the tensed individuals, who were bad-mouthing you just minutes ago. "It surely isn't how we planned to reveal our marriage, but the situation called for it, I suppose."

"L-lady Ragnvindr, we didn't know-"

"Can these people be escorted out?" Your question interrupts her harshly, making her flinch. "They disturb other guests, and clearly do not know basic rules of respect."

"My dear wife," you can practically feel menace radiating off of his body, and voice dripping with smugness, "no need to ask me. That's your house as much as it's mine, and you contributed so much into organizing this event. So don't be shy to make your own decision."

"Well then," your smile gets even sweeter, contrary to your eyes that burn holes in their distasteful figures, "Get out."

Kaeya

"Hey pretty tits, hic! Argh, you come here often?"

You wouldn't think that a question like this was addressed to you, if the heavily smelling of alcohol man wasn't occupying the bar stool to your right, leaning forward in your direction. You slightly turn your head and suspiciously watch the swinging glass in his trembling hand, half full and threatening to spill the dark liquid. He really had too much tonight.

"...was that supposed to be a compliment?"

Leaning back to avoid any unfortunate outcome, you give him an unamused look, finished with an arched brow. From the corner of your eye you can't help but notice Charles staring at the man. It is nice to know your good acquaintance doesn't ignore the possible trouble a drunkard can cause another customer.

But you can handle it.

"It was!" He exclaims so happily, childishly proud that you acknowledged the fact. Should you tell him he sucks at it? And that there is only one man whose drunk flirty compliments you'll ever accept, and even in a state like that he would manage to be good, putting a smile on your face? Right now though, the urge to grimace is stronger.

"...thanks," I suppose?. "And yes, I come here often to spend the evening with my partner."

At that his face visibly falls and you turn away, assuming it is enough to cut the conversation short, and concentrate on savoring your first drink of the evening. You ordered it while waiting for one particular Cavalry Captain, and even though it's not strange for him to come later due to astronomically fast piling up paperwork, today he seems to be particularly busy. Maybe you should purchase a bottle and come to his quarters?

Just before you could do just that, there is a hand sliding over your right hip and a hot breath caressing the shell of your ear. You don't even flinch or freeze, recognizing the alluring presence immediately and leaning back into the firmness of his chest.

"You are late, Kaeya."

A soft chuckle and a kiss to the temple make it pretty clear that the azure-haired man cracked your fake rebuke on the spot, knowing that you are not one bit angry at him, but actually really happy to finally have him here.

"I apologize, princess," another kiss, this time to your cheek, "work's been a bit tough. But I am glad to finally be here with my woman."

"Youuurr?"

Ah, you completely forgot about the drunkard to your right.

Turning to look at Kaeya's reaction, you are stricken by the star-shaped pupil gazing right at you - he hasn't even glanced in the other man's direction, instead fixated on you completely. And that is making wonders to your poor heart.

"Who's that, snowflake?" His tone holds curiosity, but you know your lover, and you know when he is ready to be an ass. You shouldn't encourage this, however…

You'd love to see Kaeya Alberich tell the suitor off for you.

"No idea. But he said I have pretty tits."

He hums at that.

"True, but I would've aimed for that delicious butt. I am a simple man, after all."

You barely slap his hand in time, not nearly as drunk to start touching each other right here and right now. At your jab in his ribs he simply laughs heartily, settling his palm back onto your hip and momentarily redirecting his attention to the troublemaker who's been staring at you two throughout the whole exchange.

"You are not from here, are you?"

Only when your lover says that, do you decide to take in the other man's appearance. Indeed, if you were to look longer at him (not like you were interested) it would be easy to guess Fontaine as his land of origin.

"And what?" He straightens his back and puffs his chest as if trying to intimidate. What a rooster. "Does it prevent me from pursuing a pretty woman from another region?"

Oh, so now it's not simply one flirting remark, but a full-blown pursuit? How troublesome.

"Oh no, no, of course not," honey is dripping off those pretty lips, pulled into a smirk. "It's just that otherwise you'd know it's a bad tone to hit on someone's ex-girlfriend."

Confusion appears on the pursuer's face and you look inquiringly at Kaeya as well. The only answer you get is a wink and a mouthed request to order him a drink. Still perplexed, you nevertheless turn to Charles and ask him to make the Cavalry Captain the usual.

Meanwhile the man pulls his thoughts together.

"It's stupid! If she is your ex, then how does it not give me the right to date her? Ridiculous. Why do you even hold her like that!?"

The shouting gathers attention from other patrons - some were invested almost from the beginning, seeing how that unknown man tried to make a move on you, and snickering behind their mugs of alcohol at his unawareness of your relationship.

And Kaeya is all for the show. Many eyes watch as an elegant hand wraps around the glass of his favorite drink and brings it to the silent lips. It feels like everyone stopped breathing and the silence is pressuring, like a string ready to snap and reveal some shocking truth. You, on the other hand, roll your eyes at the male's love for theatrics and put an elbow onto the counter and lean your cheek into your open palm. This is going to be crushing, you almost feel sorry for the guy.

When the Cavalry Captain takes the third sip and sighs in delight - then, and only then, - he looks dead into the other man's eyes, so oppressively that he shrinks under the weight of this cold gaze.

"Maybe because she is my wife?"

If it was physically possible, the drunkard's jaw would hit the floor. The glass, he's been holding just seconds ago, however, follows its destiny, breaking from the impact with floorboards and ruining the prolonged silence and earning a grunt from the barman.

"S-she's what?"

"His wife," you raise your hand and show the ring, getting quite tired and wanting to save at least some of this man's dignity. "So, if you could, please, let us two have our date night. Uninterrupted."

Finally it seems to have him sobered up a little and he starts profusely apologizing to you, to Kaeya, to Charles, to Barbatos and Focalors, while digging his porch with mora out to pay for his drinks and minor damage he caused.

When he stumbles outside and the other patrons stop following the drama, you turn to a contently sipping on his wine Kaeya, who is excelling the nastiest grin on his face.

"Ex-girlfriend? Seriously? That's how you call your wife now?"

"Well, technically I am not wrong, right? Since you are not my girlfriend anymore," he shrugs his shoulders, finishing the last few gulps and putting the glass back onto the counter.

"Then the next time we meet new people I will introduce you as my ex-boyfriend. What? Technically you are," having his own words being thrown into his face makes Kaeya laugh, and he hugs you tightly, kissing the corner of your mouth.

"Deal. But only once, to make it even. I enjoy being called your husband way more."

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CONTINUED @galactia ↤ always accepting :: RANDOM / XMAS ↩

Zhongli presents Kaeya with a gift, folded beneath a covering of fabric. It is a set of clothing, personally commissioned, sewn of the finest Liyuese materials. The shirt is sheer black, loose and elegant at the sleeves and tapered at the waist, soft and breathable. The coat to accompany it is white, dusted in inlayed golden designs that resemble fractals of ice and snow. The buttons are polished granite, flecked with gold, and the stitching that weaved its image together was black. With it is a cape, split to allow for it to drape over Kaeya's shoulders and leave his arms free, but its collars is close and around the shoulders and neck is fur enough to keep him warm, even in the winters of Mond.

With this fine suit, is a smaller box. Inside is a stone, no larger than a coin, smooth and gleaming. Its amber depths glitter such black and orange it nearly shines iridescent, and over its surface are expertly carved, in Liyue script, the symbols for protection, security, and safety. "You deserve fine things." Zhongli breathes, and as he presents this, a far smaller token, he adds, "And this, which I formed from a piece of Cor Lapis from the mountains of Guyun Stone forest, is something so you might remember my affections, even while apart."

With steady fingers, the god led Kaeya's fingertips over the carved impressions, "This, is a promise of protection. While this, a blessing of safety. And the last, a seal of security."

KAEYA you deserve fine things - none of which he can be compensated for. at least, not in the... proportionate sense. funny how hard it can be not to feel cheap. a line up of confrontations with the fact of this: how harsh, how hollow, how acrid kaeya is. there isn’t much to gift to, or to respond with. not here, where anything more than honesty defeats the point.

another gift beyond his value; another instance of his fingers closing around something craved for what it means. even if expressed in only monetary terms, this states value. kaeya nearly bites through his lip as he lets himself take it. the bills are stacking up. he’s no lasting intention to pay. if zhongli intends for this to be a partnership he can be trusted to know what it takes—no? pre-empt the breaking point of generosity’s impulse meeting the brick wall of exhaustion. those millennia are supposed to be good for something.

a promise of protection

a blessing of safety

a seal of security

ah... & they’ve moved on to matters of divine protection. kaeya’s eyes are glued to the colour of zhongli’s eyes - but safer, & less meaningful.

“bold words,” it is a low grumble. “have you not noticed,” t h i c k, voice of silk ripping across the gravel of emotion. he’d not intended to bare this today, but zhongli makes- zhongli... it’s not an opportunity to squander, no matter what. “how thoroughly you are writ into my being?” not the right words. sure, get it wrong. why not. by now the truth has become so wrung out it is misshapen even when uttered into daylight. “i cannot forget. regardless how much i enjoy your reminders.”

perhaps the emotion isn’t unworthy. ( i’m going to need this beyond its expiration date. ) it is TERROR.

ah, fuck. what it means to be loved by a god indeed- although kaeya remains hard-pressed to believe a mere god would forfeit so much of its time just by dint of its nature. now, if they were to discuss individual nature... but this is his god, so it does not matter what the others are like. ( not until he needs them &, with the courage of the bitterly damned, will try the one thing that has worked. to likely less satisfactory results. but that’s what make-belief is for. )

THE ONLY SECURITY I NEED YOU’VE ALREADY GIVEN ME — a promise carved into his own flesh. a day that won’t be forgot until he forgets himself.

the amber of zhongli’s eyes is of the stone that is slipped, delicately, into the pressure under his corset. under his blouse - tucked right below the sharp point of a cleavage’s v. it nudges into his breastbone like a stomach ache, & he smiles.

“dress me in your colours,” it’s not that the gift isn’t appreciated, when laid firmly aside. no, he’s rather fond of being spoiled- “recognise me in your blood,” that chiselled jaw cupped by greedy fingers that card into his hair to grip it, “drown me in your scent.” the stroke of his cheek along the bare column of another’s warm throat. when he hums it is closer to a growl: 3 different kinds of excitement / all satisfaction. his claws are always out, when embracing this one. everything pales in comparison to t h i s:

that this motherfucker is his.

#ic #galactia #with: galactia #rp ✦ kaeya #yodels #kaeya vc: yes thank you i love marks of ownership #on that note where's my hickey bitch #HE'S GETTING USED TO IT. TO BEING ZHONGLI'S... ZHONGLI BEING HIS.#not to everything about it but to the fact itself. it's remarkably joyous to begin to... accept its continuation? hm.#anyway u made a boy very happy #nasty lil boy who'll sink his claws in deep & not let zhongli go until he's shown him every corner of the bedroom c:#HE AIN'T GOT ZHONGLI'S STAMINA BUT HIS LVL OF SKILL SHOULD LET HIM UNMAKE HIM MUCH QUICKER SO HMMM more at ten

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