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earthtooz · 8 months

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you're the only one that can tame diluc's anger. reader is called 'lady' but other than that no pronouns are mentioned, fluff, diluc being a softie in this, 1.2k wc.

your husband is notorious for being the stoic, level-headed character that he is. unperturbed by all things so long as mondstadt was safe and at peace, and when the city had someone as diligent as diluc protecting it, there was virtually nothing that ever made him falter. as much as you love and adore his rationality and straightforwardness, there was nothing that you hated more than his unwillingness to compromise in an argument.

his bullheadedness caused you to storm out of the manor, trek through the expansive fields of the winery in order to reach mondstadt. there, you calmed yourself down with a quick bite from good hunter before heading to the library because a quick rant to lisa would generally soothe the anger you felt.

however, your original plans of returning to the winery changed when a book that was recently returned caught your eye. noticing your fleeting glance, the electro-user recommends it, detailing its popularity and captivating storyline.

when lisa feels so passionate about something, how could you not be curious? she rarely gets a sentence out without a yawn nowadays so to hear her speak animatedly about a book is bound to get your attention.

without a second thought, you postpone your plans of returning home and find a comfortable couch to sit on before reading.

you must have spent longer than planned, and a favonius soldier barging through the library doors indicates as such, whose expression so panicked you would have thought there was a hillichurl invasion. he takes a quick scan of the room and relief floods his posture when his eyes land on you.

“lady y/n, you must come with me this instant,” the soldier demands after a quick salute.

“what is the issue?” you ask, undeniably curious.

“master diluc is searching for you and i fear that he is very angry. not even barbara can calm him, some of flora’s flowers have been singed, and he might burn down monstadt next, please come with me before it’s too late!”

you know that the soldier is merely exaggerating because as long as you were in mondstadt, diluc would never dare harm the city. moreover, he would never dare lay a finger on the city he loves, but his anger is nothing to take lightly, and you understand the knight’s fear.

although, you really don’t want to meet your husband.

“fine, i suppose i can classify this matter as urgent,” you sigh. “lisa, could you please let me borrow this book? i’ll return it in two weeks.”

“not a problem dear. better run along now before your husband supposedly burns down the city,” the librarian waves her hand, beckoning you to go, so you do.

the knight leads you to the whereabouts of angel’s share and before you could even turn the corner, you hear a mix of kaeya and diluc’s voices.

“i don’t know where y/n is, which is why i have my knights running around to find-” exclaims the calvary captain, beginning to sound perplexed at his brother’s uncharacteristic display of irrationality and franticness.

observing the scene, you see your husband right in kaeya’s face and suddenly you understand why the knight who brought you here was so frightened. the air had risen significantly in temperature and if you were a moment too late, he actually might have drawn out his claymore.

his red eyes glance behind the navy-haired to see you and in the blink of an eye, the red-haired pushes past the knights before storming down the street, right towards you.

“where have you been?” diluc asks, stopping only two feet before you. the deep frown on his face is evident of his displeasure, but the concern swimming in his eyes tell you that you don’t need to be scared.

“i was reading in the library,” you gesture to the book you were holding. “enjoying a peaceful afternoon until i got word that you were creating a ruckus.”

the winery owner visibly relaxes, tension flooding from his shoulders whilst a gloved hand runs through his hair, causing his bangs to fall messily in front of his eyes. “let’s talk about this at home,” he states, tone returning to normal as he takes your book from your hand, his vacant hand finding yours. diluc’s grip is tight and unrelenting, leaving no room for you to slip away as he turns to apologise to the knights of favonius.

then, the two of you leave through the main gates.

“are you still upset?” your husband asks and you squeeze his hand.

“a little,” you murmur before a small laugh escapes your lips, “but i wish you would have seen how terrified that knight was when he found me. it entertained me quite a bit, guess a thank you is in order for that.”

diluc doesn’t say anything but the guilt dripping from him is practically tangible, pooling around your feet and reminding you of the unpleasant argument you had earlier. as the sun begins to dip below the horizon and the sky turns a calming shade of orange, you realise just how long you spent away from him. no wonder why he was so frantic about finding you.

“the next time you storm out of the winery, can you at least let me know where you are going?”

you laugh at his proposition, unsure of how to respond but he stops. you’re forced to stop too when his unwavering grip makes you turn and look in the ruby eyes that set ablaze in the gold of the setting sun. diluc’s beauty is truly undeniable, and it’s moment like these that make you feel a little jealous that he was graced with such a gift.

“i’m serious, y/n, you worried me to end when you didn’t return after three hours. i thought something might have happened to you.” his gaze falls downward with his soft confession. “your safety is the most important thing to me, even when things between us are rocky, because- well, you know…”

your heart tightens and the step you take closer to him is instinctual, letting go of his hand to hold his face instead. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to worry you.”

“no, you have nothing to apologise for, it was my fault for being so unbearable in the first place,” the red-haired shakes his head, his hands finding a home on your waist. “i’m sorry too.”

“i forgive you,” you hover a kiss over his nose, causing it to scrunch at the sensation. when you lean back, the softness in his eyes and smile is unmatched and you’re grateful that you’re the only one with the luxury of seeing him as such. the only person he’s let into his kingdom of concrete walls is you, gifting you a more vulnerable side of him that the rest of the world has not seen in years.

“i love you,” you murmur and diluc hums, tapping your waist three times in response. “oh but diluc, you must tell me how worried you were over me, i think i deserve to know.”

the red-haired rolls his eyes before dragging you down the hilly path back home. you are perhaps the only one in mondstadt who could perplex him to no end, but that is just another testament of the love he holds for you.

#earthtooz: genshin impact #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc x y/n #genshin diluc #genshin fic #diluc x reader fluff #diluc fluff #genshin x reader

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drabblesandimagines · 1 year

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Unspoken

I might come back and revise this, as I'm not sure I'm completely happy with it, but hey-ho!

Inspired by my constant earache.

Wordcount: 2390

Pairings: Legolas x you

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It had been a long, hard night – that was for certain. You hadn’t got through completely unscathed as there were bruises developing and a few cuts here and there, but at least you still had your life.

As dawn broke, it was a relief as you saw the calvary upon the hill, racing down in their thousands. And that was your mistake - allowing yourself to be distracted, before something cracked into your skull and the world went black.

Slowly, the world came back into view, albeit in flashes at first. Spurts of light in a field of darkness before it all faded away once more. As the world focused more in front of your eyes, you realized you were in one of the great halls of the keep, which now seemed to be a makeshift clinic. Cots were lined up across the floor, all filled with a wounded soldier, now including yourself.

Then it struck you what was off. There must’ve been hundreds of others in here, there must’ve been chatter, moans of pain, the scuff of boots on the concrete floor but to you there was nothing but ringing – high-pitched ringing, everything muffled behind it.

You shot up, hoping the rapid movement would make the high-pitched tone clear and things would return to normal. Unsurprisingly, it achieved nothing. A hand suddenly gripped your shoulder and you flinched – turning your head to see Legolas sat beside you, uncharacteristically crossed legged, but with a relieved smile on his face. You stared blankly at him, seeing his lips move but no words reached your ears through the barrier of ringing. Slowly, his smile dropped into a frown when you hadn’t responded. His hand squeezed your shoulder and his lips moved again.

“I…” You hesitated. Thinking it was one thing but saying it out loud… “I can’t hear you. I can’t… There’s just ringing.”

He leaned in closer to you, his lips moving frantically. You leant back and rubbed your left ear. You weren’t sure why. Your fingertips came back with tacky blood and you looked back up at the elf – you didn’t need to hear at that moment to know there was concern in his voice, the alarm in his eyes said it all. Your heart began to race – you’d be useless to everyone now in the quest they’d set out upon. You could try to adapt, of course you could, you were an exceptional fighter, but it would take time to learn. Time you or anyone else didn’t have right now...

Firm hands grasped both of your shoulders – you realized you’d been staring off into the distance as your mind raced with all the implications. The sudden touch forced you to look at him. Legolas smiled - you imagined he’d hoped it was reassuring. His lips moved again, maybe more slowly than they had previously, but you shook you head. “I can’t understand you” Were you shouting? Maybe you were shouting.

He paused, a thoughtful look on his face before he gave a slight nod. Legolas opened his arms wide and then almost seemed to hug the air, trying to encompass it all within his arms, before pointing to the right. You stared at him, confused. Was he quite well…? He smiled, before repeating his movements, two, three times, before something clicked in your mind.

“Are you trying to say it’ll be all right?”

Legolas nodded enthusiastically, delighted that you’d put together his performance. He got to his feet and then held his hands out flat in front of him, pulling them back smoothly before throwing them forward. Was he telling you to wait there? Where would you even go? You nodded, “I’ll wait…?” He beamed, before striding out of the hall at great speed.

You reluctantly laid back down on the cot and stared at the ceiling. Maybe if you closed your eyes you could pretend it was just you in this room…

You weren’t sure how much time had passed before Aragorn appeared above you, a gentle smile upon his face. He looked weary and wounded, but it was good to see the man in one piece. The ranger offered you his hand and helped you to sit up before he knelt next to you.

Aragorn opened his mouth as if to say something and then stopped, perhaps realizing it would be pointless. He then smiled again and tucked his hair behind his ear and cupped it, then he gestured to your own. Ever the gentleman, asking permission.

You nodded and turned your head, soon after you felt his fingers brush your hair away and lightly pull at your ear lobe in inspection. You stared into the hall, watching some of the women distributing water and food a couple of rows up from you, willing yourself to hear a single word through that awful ringing.

After a moment or two Aragorn moved onto your other ear. You noticed his fingers also came back with that sticky, almost dried blood but he didn’t seem alarmed by its presence. He leaned back and nodded, before squeezing your hand in reassurance.

Legolas soon returned, clutching a scrap of parchment, an ink well and a quill of all things – you couldn’t think of where he’d obtained those in the aftermath of all that had occurred last night. He laid it all down on the floor, uncorked the ink well and dipped the quill, looking expectantly at the ranger. Aragorn’s lips began to move and Legolas began to transcribe in his beautiful calligraphy. It felt like an agonizingly long wait before the elf held up the parchment for you to read.

Aragorn believes that the cause of your hearing loss is due to your eardrums being burst. Do you recall any injury?

You nodded. “I think I took a hit to the head.”

Aragorn’s lips moved once more and Legolas scribbled.

That would cause such an injury. To his knowledge, these heal after some rest and the hearing will return in the next few days.

You nodded, before Aragorn’s next words made Legolas frown ever so slightly, but the years together had made you an expert at reading his face.

Aragorn suggests we move you to more private quarters whilst you heal.

“No. I don’t want any special treatment.” You directed your words straight at the ranger. In turn, he replied directly to you.

He wouldn’t give you it, but it’s for your safety. It’ll only be for a little while until your hearing returns. I know you won’t like it, but I agree.

You gave Legolas a hard stare for that one. He quickly jotted down another word in response.

Please?

“Fine, but only until I get some hearing back.” You conceded, reluctant but you knew they’d eventually get their way, somehow or another. “And I’m not being there completely alone – I’d expect you all to join me.”

You’d settled into a small side room and you had got your wish of company – Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas all joining you. Well, Aragorn always seemed to be up half the night and Legolas varied between how much he wanted. The room was small, so there was little distance between the bed rolls but he’d set his up next to yours and seemed to settle down only to encourage you to do so. Gimli, however, had never seemed so well-rested since this whole journey had begun.

After the joy of seeing Gandalf once more, you settled into a bit of a routine. Day by day, the ringing subsided substantially but everything else still sounded like it was submerged under water. There wasn’t much to do to pass the time – you begged them to give you busy jobs that wouldn’t involve conversation and you could just put your head down and get on with them. One of the days you had accomplished little else than gather blunt blades from the battle and set about them with a whet stone. You’d insisted that this was something you could tackle on your own, but that didn’t stop Legolas appearing by your side constantly through the day. He’d also obtained more parchment and they all took turns noting things down in order to make you feel involved, which you appreciated but it made for awfully stilted conversation. Aragorn made you hot compresses – he’d tried to get you to take some herbs for the pain but you’d declined. There were far more injured men than you who needed the relief, but that didn’t stop him noting every time you winced.

You sensed some tension between Aragorn and Gandalf on the third day – the scowls on both of their faces said enough. The ringing had finally ceased altogether but sounds of the world continue to be muffled beyond comprehension despite how much you strained. You pestered Legolas and Gimli to tell you what about when you were alone in the room that evening, but the elf kept tapping on a previously written sentence.

It’s nothing for you to worry about.

“You’re not being fair, if you’ve heard something you need to tell me.” You’d pestered, “It’s upsetting enough that I can’t hear, but now that you are keeping secrets from me…”

Legolas’ brow furrowed as there was an exchange of words between the elf and the dwarf. Then he began writing – though you could note a slight reluctance.

Gandalf wants to move on to Isengard. Aragorn refuses until you can accompany us.

“No, I told him that I don’t want any special treatment.” You protested. “You should be gone already!”

This is why I was reluctant to tell you. Aragorn has made his choice and we stick by him. The Fellowship is already splintered enough.

“Where is he?” You stood up, determined to confront the ranger but the elf’s hand grasped your wrist and pulled you firmly back down – luckily the impact cushioned by the bed roll. Your reflexes were usually much better than that but your balance had been somewhat off, something Aragorn had assured would right itself as your ear drums healed.

One hand kept a tight hold of your wrist as he scribbled down on the parchment.

Please. I am not going to transcribe an argument. We will go as soon as you are well enough. Truth be told, Aragorn needs the rest as well. I’m sure it’ll only be a day or two more, if you are patient.

Patience had never been your strong suit. In fact, it had taken you years to learn it and not act on a whim, but you’d been told – and rightly so – that if you wanted to fight you had to tolerate it.

“Fine,” you grumbled, admitting defeat. You laid down and faced the wall, pettily. “Goodnight, then.”

You woke sometime later, but it was hard to tell exactly how long. There was a small slit in the stonework so you could tell it was still dark. You must’ve rolled over in your sleep as you were now facing back into the room and could see Gimli’s slumbering form in the other corner, his chest rising and falling heavily. You were sure he must be snoring. Aragorn’s bed roll was unoccupied, but that wasn’t really a surprise. Apparently he was often found late at night with his pipe, staring up into the night sky in contemplation and did not wish to be disturbed. Besides you, about a metre away, was Legolas – lying poker straight on his bed roll, his arms crossed across his chest and his eyes firmly closed. You weren’t sure how that was comfortable – you’d always slept on your side, an arm under your head as a pillow.

Trying to get comfortable again, you rolled back over to face the wall but your mind no longer seemed to be tired. Instead, dark thoughts swirled around – what if your hearing remained at this level? Aragorn couldn’t hold back forever, and you were still mad that he’d delayed their departure this far due to you. They’d have to leave you eventually, though. You would surely only be a nuisance as communication would go, and though you could still swing a sword around - you’d tried the day you’d sharpened all the blades – you hadn’t accounted for your balance. It had taken time for you to learn how to fight with two swords, but even just with one the weight felt terribly off, and when you’d lunged forward in a thrust technique, you’d nearly gone head-first into the wall.

You were determined, you knew you were – you’d always accomplished everything you’d set your mind to but it had always taken time, and that was something you were very aware was becoming limited. Tears burned at your eyes and you swallowed, before rubbing furiously at them with your hand.

Suddenly, an arm slipped around your waist and you jumped before relaxing at a familiar touch – Legolas. He pulled you over and onto his chest, squeezing your hand. Your head was flat on his chest and you’d missed the sound of his heartbeat, only to feel something different. Vibrations tickled your cheek and you thought he must be singing in a quiet, bass tone. Your heart skipped at his comfort – it was far too dark in there for him to write down reassuring notes when he heard your distress. You squeezed his hand back in a thank you, pushing the unhelpful thoughts deep down in your mind as you concentrated on the comforting pulsations…

You awoke the next morning in the same position, but aware something else was very different to what the last few days had entailed. Although slightly dulled, you could hear grunting. You sat up in shock and stared at Gimli.

“What is it?” Legolas’ soft voice came from behind you. You turned back to him and he frowned, reaching for the parchment. “Sorry…” he mumbled, forgetting himself.

“I can hear Gimli snoring!” You beamed. “It’s not as clear as a bell, but I can hear him. And I can hear you!” You were giddy.

“You can?” Legolas smiled in return, reaching for you and pulling you closer. “That is wonderful news, though I have one regret. For you see, I had rather hoped these words would be the first you’d hear…”

He leant in and whispered three words into your ear that made your face flush.

#legolas x reader #legolas x you #lotr x reader #drabbles #reader imagines #lord of the rings #no pronouns

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bobaboob · 10 months

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thinking about a ill-meaning outlander coming to mondstadt looking for cracks in diluc's proverbial armor

hearing of a crafty guy who works in the shadows and is publicly on bad terms with diluc

sidling up to the guy at the cat's tail and attempting to ply the calvary captain for information, letting slip a calculated jab about 'the old clan having a little too much power around here' after a few drinks and kaeya's eye flickering dangerously

the guy trying to build a rapport with kaeya, thinking they're on the same page about the ragnvindrs, maybe even alluding to a group backing him or a plan and suddenly the beer glass in his hand is frozen to his palm...

feeling the sting of ice on his fingers and ears, hearing his pulse drop in pace as hypothermia sets in silently, feeling a hand on his shoulder that digs into him and forces him out of his seat, stumbling towards the alley, and the patrons in front of them parting like curtains because captain kaeya's got that look in his eye again and God forbid they get in the way of justice

kaeya making damn sure not a word of it leaves that room and pretending not to notice the free drink diluc points his way the next time he's at the bar

just like diluc pretends not to care about the note in beautiful handwriting stuck to the forehead of the unconscious, frostbitten guy he finds tied to the angel's share balcony that night

diluc can pretend all he wants that he's in this alone, that only he can watch his own back now, but it gets harder lying to himself on nights like those.

i'm just such a sucker for kaeya purposefully crafting his reputation, reeling in people who mean to do his brother harm, just so he can carry out his version of justice on them when they show their hand,,

protecting the one who protects mond in darkness..... OW

#rae is so normal about ragbros all the time #genshin impact #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #ragbros #kaeya #kaeya alberich #ragnvindr brothers

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queenlucythevaliant · 8 months

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Here's what I'll say regarding choice of worship music (and I'm not 100% sure where I'm going with this, so bear with me): I think it's very easy to get burned out on specific kinds of worship, no matter what they are. And that kind of burn-out is hard.

I grew up at a church that did 95% CCM for worship, and after a while it either (a) exhausted me emotionally or (b) bored me. By the time I hit high school, I really really struggled with corporate worship because it felt as though I wasn't responding as I was supposed to. Getting to sing mostly hymns at the church I attended at college was a huge breath of fresh air, and it helped me immensely in terms of re-orienting my heart towards Christ-centered worship (as opposed to me-centered worship.) For the first time in my life, I found myself listening to Christian music on my own time during the week.

I watched the recent Jesus Revolution movie with mom over the summer. Her family started attending Calvary Chapel (then-nascent hippy church in Orange County) midway through her childhood, and she got really excited talking about the difference between the hymns she remembered from early elementary school ("we sang the whole hymnal rather than selecting for the really good ones like they do at your church") and the much more dynamic music that came out of Maranatha and other early "contemporary" Christian groups. She actually played me a whole bunch of the songs she grew up with the next morning. They sounded horrifically cheesy to me, but she got real joy out of it and even ended up texting a few songs to my aunt.

And yet, my mom has remarked a whole bunch of times to me that she really can't stand current CCM; that she desperately misses singing the old hymns. I look at myself and my own experience and I can totally see myself coming back to some of the CCM songs I grew up with and encountering Christ through them all new again. As recently as last month, I had a really beautiful experience driving back from a concert crazy late at night with my sister and listening to some of the old Chris Tomlin and Hillsong stuff that I hadn't heard in a while. It brought me back to a sense of incredible comfort and safety nestled up against God like a baby chick. Do I want to worship with that sort of music every week right now? No, definitely not. But it has its place.

Obviously worship transcends something as incidental as music genre. It's an expression of why we were created: glorifying God and enjoying him forever --- and yet, because of the fall, it's really easy to get burned out on specific expressions of worship. I don't necessarily think that's a bad thing so much as just a symptom of the fall. I also think that people who are really burned out on a particular kind of worship can be really, really obnoxious about it. I know I was for a while, and I still definitely have my hangups with CCM.

But like- I don't think it's so much about judgement or superiority towards the kind of worship music that you're burnt out on as it is just the overwhelming sense that that kind of worship music felt exhausting and this kind of music actually feels like I'm able to worship again. I know when I started singing hymns at church, it just felt like I'd found the Rosetta Stone. I was suddenly so much less in my own head on Sunday mornings and oh my goodness singing to God was a joy again and I can't remember but I don't think it's ever been a joy like this before has it?? It was almost like my head was spinning with some great new revelation and when I was obnoxious about it it was mostly a manifestation of my being like Why didn't anyone ever tell me it could be like this? Why isn't everyone singing hymns? It's just so much better this way!

Mostly, it just feels like saying "don't be overly critical of how other Christians like to worship" kind of. Misses the trees for the forest, if that makes sense? Like, it's accurate to the big picture, it's absolutely a true and worthwhile thing to say. But at the same time it kind of rankles for me because it misses how it feels to be truly and deeply alienated by the kind of worship you're exposed to.

For better and for worse, worship is (I think) the spiritual discipline that engages the emotions most directly. The feeling of being in a group of people all worshipping together, and your heart just isn't responding right no matter how you try to re-focus and orient it? It's one of the loneliest feelings I know.

#long and rambling #what else is new #I've been chewing on a couple of the worship posts floating around (from liz kaylie and ella? i think?)#they're all very good and true posts and yet i was having sort of prickly reactions to them #not defensive exactly so much as just. hypersensitive? idk #so I've been mulling and this is what I've got on the subject #also worth noting that a lot of this is tangled up with my very-concurrent experiences with chronic illness #and all the grief and emotion-in-God's-direction thereof #anyway #only thou art holy #pontifications and creations #sunday school kid #unproofed. if there are any big errors I'll fix later. it's crazy late and i should not be posting on Tumblr #do please chime in if you've had similar experiences and let me know I'm not crazy lol

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trimisu · 1 year

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Character/s: Diluc ft. Kaeya

Contain/s: gn!reader, angst with no comfort, mentions of death, spoilers from diluc's and kaeya's backstory, reader is dead

A/n: ain't this a good way to celebrate the upcoming new year. Ps thank you @ginshu-eura for suddenly giving me this idea and allowed me to write this <3 ily

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With a bottle of your favorite drink and a bouquet in both hands, Diluc placed them in front of your tombstone before kneeling beside your grave.

"Hi, how have you been?" He started the conversation.

It was your death anniversary. The memory of the news of your death is still vivid in his mind; how his world began to burn after seeing your body lying lifeless on the bed, how he hugged you tightly, silently crying and begging for you to come back.

"I hope you are doing well up there," he caresses your tombstone, gently yet slowly tracing the letters of your name.

"Me? My routine has still been the same: taking care of the winery, and doing my best to protect Mondstadt alone," Diluc becomes silent again as the trees began to softly dance with the breeze.

He stared at your name carved on the stone with sad eyes, sensing the roughness of your carved name against his fingertips. Oh, how he missed how his fingers touched your soft skin.

Feeling the emotions rising a bit, Diluc continued in a gentle voice, "Do you know how much I missed you? Every single day I longed for your affections, your comfort, your voice whenever I have trouble sleeping, your presence that could brighten the room — I longed for you,"

Right now, though he doesn't believe in the supernatural, Diluc wished that he could at least see you, whether in spirit form or coming back from the dead, to feel you again, to comfort him in your arms — not the wind blessed by the Anemo Archon Barbatos that was gently blowing his hair away from his face, comforting him as tears prickled from his eyes.

Yet you are not here.

"I swore to myself that I will shield you from the darkness of this world, to not let you become like my late father. But, I failed..."

Why do the people he holds dearly kept leaving him? His father left him on his 18th birthday after his delusion failed him; the man he once called his 'brother' 'betrayed' him, now the person he is willing to risk his life for — the one that he is willing to spend the rest of his life with — left him.

"Maybe I am not worthy to be loved." He mumbled to himself before silently breaking down in front of your grave.

Meanwhile, a certain Calvary Captain was listening to his one and only family crying and blaming himself in front of his s/o's grave in secret.

Heartbroken, Kaeya tossed the coin and catches it, whispering to himself, "You know, all this time, I only ever gave you one mission. And that was to take care of my brother. It was the one mission I couldn't take, and the one you were the absolute best at."

He stared at the coin with teary eyes, "You really are a slacker, (y/n)."

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danceswithsporks · 3 days

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Awake- Part 2

Crosshair x Innkeeper!Reader

*Not canon to Season 3*

Part 1

Chapter Summary- The calvary arrives and you feel something familiar.

Authors Notes- Here we are! Part 2 finally! Once I found Crosshairs voice I was able to bust this out in a day! While his voice doesn’t come easy for me when it does come it comes FAST!

Sleep, Crosshair’s escape from the sanity-breaking torture of Tantiss. He dreamed of countless different things from past missions to reuniting with his brothers. Things he would have done differently in his life and what he’d say to make up for his mistakes. But most importantly, he dreamed of her.

He wasn’t sure when she started appearing in his dreams but he could pinpoint when she started becoming important to him. It had been four months ago after a particularly intense session of torture from Hemlock. He’d passed out from the pain and that’s when she’d appeared. Her name was always a muffled sound to him, her looks fuzzy and hard to make out. But that voice, maker, that voice was everything to him.

It was soft and gentle, filled with love and kindness. When she spoke his name it was like hearing it said for the first time, every time. It was like a breath of fresh air filled his lungs whenever she spoke his name. He became almost desperate for the torture and attempts at re-education to end just for him to finally be able to get back to sleep. In sleep was where the woman who was saving him was.

If only he knew her name.

“Your name. Please. What is your name?”

She laughed like an angel. “You’ve always known my name, Sniper.” Humming softly, she stepped around the couch that had appeared and sat down, but not before she moved a doll out of the way and onto the small table in front of her.

Crosshair stared at her as she called him the sweet nickname. It sent a shiver through his body as he walked around the couch and sat beside her. His eyes fell on the odd doll for a moment before he looked back at her. “How? I’ve never met you before.”

“No. You haven’t. But one day you will.” She reached up and stroked his cheek with a feather-light touch.

He had to laugh at that. How would they ever meet if he was stuck here? “How? When?”

She leaned forward and kissed him softly.

To his surprise, as he kissed her, those fuzzy eyes cleared for the briefest of moments and he finally could make them out. They were perfect.

“Cross, all you need to do.” She pulled away and reached for the doll on the table. “Is wake up.”

“No.” It couldn’t be over already! It had just started.

“Yes. Wake up, Crosshair.” The couch they were on began to stretch, her body fading into the darkness.

Crosshair shook his head as she faded away, those deep eyes one of the last things to fade. “No!”

He sat up with a gasp as the faint whisper of her begging him to wake up filled his ears. At the door of his cell stood Hunter, begging him to wake up.

-*-

“Your arm, what happened?” Hunter looked down the hall towards the cameras. Howzer stood on the other end quickly working through the door mechanisms to get Crosshair’s door open.

“Hemlock” was all the sniper said as he stood from the bed and made his way to the door. “How are you here? How did you find this place?”

“ A contact of ours had someone on the inside. She managed to get lucky and mixed with our intel. Finding this place was easy at that point.” The door three doors down from them hissed open and a thin and confused clone staggered out. He looked at Hunter for a moment before staggering down the hall.

Someone had helped them? “Why would they help you?”

Hunter sighed as he heard the next door open. Crosshair was ever the cautious one. “She’s helping us all. But she’s also looking for someone.”

“Who?” The door to his cell slid open finally and suddenly there was nothing between him and his brother. They stared awkwardly at one another. Were they supposed to hug now? Run to one another and cry?

“Fox. She’s looking for Fox.” Hunter stepped forward and placed his hand on Crosshair’s shoulder. “It’s good to see ya.”

Fox? “Fox isn’t here. Not that I’ve heard.” Hemlock had told him when Cody was brought in, as well as Wolffe. There was no doubt that he would have told him that Fox of all people was there. He relaxed slightly at the warm feeling of his brother's hand on his shoulder, thankful that he’d broken the awkwardness first. “You too, Hunter.” The two of them walked out of the cell and looked towards the exit. “What about Omega?”

He wasn’t there? Damn. He’d hoped to find the Commander as a ‘thank you’ to the Senator. It seemed they’d have to continue searching. “Wrecker found her about five minutes ago.” Hunter pointed down the hall and began the long walk with his brother.

“And Hemlock?” There was no way that the slime should be allowed to live.

Hunter sighed as the two of them worked their way through the ongoing carnage. Troopers were firing on prisoners while clones, who were no doubt with Hunter, fired back in defense. Bodies of all three sides littered the long halls of the research base “running with whatever data he could grab as well as his helpers.”

“Nala Se is willingly going with him?” That was a surprise to the clone.

“No.” Hunter stopped and looked at Crosshair carefully. “When we arrived the alarm was triggered. It seemed Hemlock had a feeling we’d be coming. All non-essential personnel were executed. As well as anyone useful to the rebellion. Including Nala Se.” He shook his head at the memory of the room full of executed personnel.

Was Crosshair emotional over Nala Se’s death? More than he expected. The woman had created them, given them life, and made them who they were. Even during his time here on Tantiss she’d been the one to take care of them all when they were injured. Crosshair swallowed the lump in his throat that had surprisingly appeared before continuing towards the exit. “Hemlock can’t be allowed to escape.” He’d get revenge. Not just for him, but for Nala Se, Emerie, and the countless others who’d died because of the fucking Empire.

-*-

“In here” Crosshair pointed to a room he’d passed on countless occasions, one that he’d attempted to break into on his first escape attempt months ago. The Armory. Back then the door had been closed and required a datapad to open. Now it stood open and free to all in the base. Most of the blasters were gone, with a variety of a few remaining on the wall. Unsurprisingly, the two sniper rifles sat untouched in their mounts on the wall. They’d be useless in an assault like this for the normal troopers who ran around the base. It took them far too long to line up their shots to be useful. But for an expert like Crosshair? They were just what he needed.

Hunter watched Crosshair walk over and grab one of the rifles with his good hand. “Think you can still shoot?” He motioned to the broken arm in its sling. Crosshair had always joked that he could shoot with an arm tied behind his back. Never did he think he’d have to prove such a thing.

Crosshair pulled the rifle off the wall and used his hip to swing the weapon onto his shoulder. “I’ll make it count.”

“I got eyes on Hemlock.” Howzers voice crackled in Hunter's earpiece. “He’s heading towards the loading bay Charlie.”

“Slow him down however you can. Don’t let him escape.” Hunter spoke quickly while motioning to Crosshair that it was time to go.

“On it.” Gregor’s voice sounded off before the sound of blaster fire.

Echo was the next to sound off. “Take him alive if possible. We need to know what he was doing here.”

Hunter’s eyes shifted to Crosshair who was adjusting the sniper rifle. He doubted the sniper would allow Hemlock to live after what he’d been through. The broken arm was a clear indication that things had been bad. “We’ll do what we can. No promises.” It was all he could give him.

-*-

Gregor dodged behind a barrier and held his blaster close. Overhead, shots flew by him in rapid succession. “Hemlocks on the ship. We can’t hold him back any longer!” He yelled into his communicator.

“Don’t let that ship leave. Do what you need to do to ground it!” Echo ran down a hall away from the landing dock. He’d delivered Cody safely to one of the shuttles and was now heading to find his family. As badly as he wanted and needed Hemlock alive, he’d rather he be dead than escape.

“In here.” Crosshair motioned to a control room that overlooked the landing docks. Running to one of the consoles, he pushed the slumped-over corpse of an imperial to the floor with a thump before placing the rifle down.

Hunter pulled his blaster out and shot out the window to ease Crosshair’s shot. “Ya got one shot, Cross.”

The sniper sighed loudly as he looked through the scope. “I’ll get it.” He adjusted the magnification on the scope a few times before adjusting the windage turret as well. “Hunter, your bandana.”

Even after almost two years of being separated, Hunter remembered exactly what he was asking for. The bandana around his head was undone quickly and tied to the end of the rifle. He watched as Crosshair slid the gun's muzzle out of the window and the bandana began to blow to the left. If Cross missed this shot then that would be it, Hemlock would be gone. Hunter brushed his sweaty dirty hair out of his face and watched carefully as his brother adjusted the scope once more.

Thirty degrees to the right, wind speed at ten knots, elevation an additional six and a half degrees, lead the shot. Crosshair watched as the ship hovered for a moment before leaving the hangar. Lead the shot. Plan where the target will be, not where it is. Crosshair took a deep breath steading himself before releasing the breath. He adjusted once more, led the shot, and fired.

-*-

“I can’t believe you made all of this just from a holo, Stitches.” You placed a hand on one of the many stacks of clothes that your friend had seen for the batch. “They look really good.”

Stitches looked up from the dress in her lap and smiled softly. “Thanks. I’m hoping they fit the two I haven’t met yet. Going off the holo alone can only give me so much. Plus from what Wrecker said, it was an old picture of all of them.” Still, she’d done her best with the little she had.

“Are you sure you don’t mind giving up a few of your rooms for them?” Chai walked in from the kitchen and passed you a cup of sweet tea. Your favorite, especially the way she made it.

You took the cup from her and sipped the cool drink happily. It was a warmer than usual day on Pabu so the cold drink hit just the right spot. “Not at all. It’s been slow and the rooms are sitting empty. Besides, It’ll probably only be three of them.” You winked at Chai who blushed brightly. “Right?”

The seamstress in the room nodded as she took a cup from Chai as well. “Wrecker and Omega will be staying here with me. Hopefully, Tech will be staying with Chai.”

Chai felt like her cheeks were on fire. She knew you guys were only poking fun because you wanted them together. It was the fact she was hearing it said out loud that was making her blush. She and Tech hadn’t even solidified what they were yet! Now everyone was talking about them living together. She had to admit she did like the idea.

“Oh, you’re thinking about it right now. Aren’t you?” You wiggled your eyebrow at your friend and watched as she nodded sheepishly. “Knew it!” The three of you giggled playfully filling the room with laughter. The sound made you smile. Your two dearest friends were going through some rough times right now. It had been nearly a month since their boys had left and they hadn’t heard from any of them in three weeks. The stress and worry were eating at them both and you could see it. This time together was hopefully helping to calm them both. “Mmm,” a thought came to you while you sipped your drink. “I still haven’t seen the holo.” You walked over and picked up her datapad. “Can I?”

“Yeah. Of course. Would help you to know who to look out for when they get back.” Stitches reached over and tapped the screen a few times before a holo came up. “There they are. Wrecker said it’s an old picture before Crosshair and Echo left. But I’m guessing they look close to the same.”

Your eyes shifted to the holo and you felt your breath freeze in your throat. “What’s this one’s name?” You pointed to the bald-looking one holding a long gun.

Stitches looked up from the dress in her lap and over to where you were pointing. “That’s Crosshair. He’s their sniper, well, was.”

“Crosshair,” you said the name and it suddenly felt familiar on your tongue. Somehow you felt like you’d known that name forever. Looking back at the picture you squinted at his eyes for a moment. They also felt familiar, how strange.

“You okay?” Chai walked over and looked at the holo as well. She let out a little sigh as she spotted her Tech. She missed him more than she’d admit.

Head tilted to the side, you nodded slowly. “Yeah, just having one of those déjà vu moments.” You pointed to Crosshair and tapped the screen gently as Chai and Stitches both gave you odd looks. “He looks familiar is all.”

“Maybe you saw him on Coruscant when you used to go there?” Chai looked at the stern-looking clone. For clones, they really didn’t look alike. One of the benefits of being from their special group it seemed

You chewed your lip in thought. Before the war ended you did go to Coruscant a few times with your grandfather. Maybe she was right and you saw him in passing. “Yeah. Maybe.” Passing the datapad back to Stitches, you picked up your drink once more. “What do you know about him?”

Stitches shrugged while continuing the hem on the dress she was making for Omega. “Not much. Wrecker doesn’t like to talk too much about him and neither does Omega.”

“Tech called him his twin. Said they were two halves of a whole it felt like. I could tell it made Tech sad to think about him.” Chai took a seat on the couch and watched the way Stitches’ fingers moved expertly over the material.

“Hmm, interesting. Well, I look forward to meeting both of them.” The familiar feeling was still nagging at you. How could you have met someone like him? You’d remember meeting a clone, especially one that looked like him. Still, there was not much you could do about it now. You’d just have to sleep on it.” You moved away from the girls and over to one of the windows where you watched a few birds fly by as you sipped your tea. No matter what the source of the feeling was, you’d no doubt be meeting him soon. You thought about his name once more as another one pulled at your mind but you couldn’t recall it. Mulling the name over in your mouth for a moment you let out a soft breath as wind swept by the window. With a breathy whisper, you spoke into the wind and let it carry your words someplace safe.

“Crosshair.”

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dazuya · 1 year

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Winery's Full!

Diluc is in for the surprise of his life when a seemingly normal visit from his brother turned into meeting his significant other.

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Another day of the Calvary Captain annoying his brother. All he had to do was stand and smile. Always worked like a charm. Although Diluc wore an annoyed expression on his face. He was secretly happy they could take small steps to repair a severed relationship.

"Shouldn't you have work right now? Or do the knights always laze around like you do?" He said while sighing and going back to sealing his wine barrel. It was just the right time to start the fermentation process. His pyro vision provided a little warmth to it.

"Well, I am here on buisness! It's to call you to the headquarters and have you go over some strategies. Of course, take your time. I can spend all day seeing your irritated face." Diluc wanted nothing more than to kick him but resorted not to as he saw someone make their way to the winery.

"I'm sorry but this place isn't open fo-" Before he could finish his sentence, He saw Kaeya run over to them and hug them. He didn't think he'd get to see his brother so soft in front of him. Not like this, at least.

"Kaeya! I told you not to do that in public!" She said flustered while Kaeya held her hand and made their way to Diluc. Diluc gulped. He didn't know how to face this. His brother was about to introduce his girlfriend to him. He should have wore better clothes. Jesus, His hair was unkept. Is this how first impression should be made?

"You must be Diluc! Kaeya talks fondly of you two. It's nice to finally meet you. He kept pushing it off to meet you. So i thought I'd just come here myself. I'm his wife, Y/n." If his heart wasn't about to give up, It would definitely now. His wife? Just what had Kaeya done when He wasn't around for a year or two. Why hadn't he heard of it when he came back. Kaeya didn't even wear a ring- Oh. It was around his neck like a pendent wasn't it?

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'll freshen up and meet you at the manor. Please let one of the maids seat you down." Just as Kaeya was about to slip away. Diluc made sure to say that he wanted him to stay. Grabbing his a bit too hard and smiling at him.

"And dear brother. Stay back, won't you?" Kaeya bit the inside of his cheek. He was in trouble. Maybe he should've told him before. But it was fun looking at his shocked eyes.

"What is it, Diluc?"

"Don't ask me 'what is it?' You really got married without even telling me anything? Sure, i wasn't there for a year but you could've told me when i came back. I know we don't have the best of relation-" He was cut short from his lecture when he heard the blue hair snort and let out a geniune laugh. He was about to go off on him. But Diluc was interrupted by him.

"I was going to tell you sooner but you know with the things occupying us for the past few months. But certainly, i think it was worth it to see you reacting like this. Haha. I can barely keep it in." Diluc yet again when faced in his front of his brother laughing at him, He couldn't help but want to laugh with him. He'd let the pirate wannabe have his fun for now. After all he could always show his wife the embarrassing pictures he took of her dear husband as a child.

That was problem for later though. For now, it was to make a good impression on you so that he can finally have another go brotherhood.

"Whatever. You can just tell me things you know. Now, let's hurry and meet my sister in law. She might think I'm beating you up or something." The evening was suddenly a lot cooler. The brothers felt content with this. This isn't so bad after all.

Mumbling a sorry of an excuse, They spent the evening bonding over Kaeya's weird sleeping positions. Maybe the winery would be more hearty with a few more people living in it.

Right when the couple was about to leave, He stopped them.

"You guys could maybe stay over here, you know? Of course, only if you want to. I think it would be less quieter with Kaeya running his mouth day and night." Diluc said while wiping his mouth after a hefty dinner and side eyeing them.

Kaeya almost spit out his wine if it wasn't for his wife putting a handkerchief in front of his mouth. "I- we'll think about it." He said. It was his turn to be shocked.

"Oh? Cat got your tongue, captain?" The table for three erupted in laughs. Kaeya eyed the people he loved most. He could get used to being a punching bag of jokes.

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everyonewasabird · 1 year

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Brickclub 5.4.1 “Javert Derailed”

I’m going to resort to bullet points, because I don’t know how to tackle this chapter as a whole.

- We come to this book’s last mention of Napoleon, as Javert, who has up till now folded his arms like Napoleon confident, now holds his hands behind his back like Napoleon uncertain. It feels significant that Napoleon never comes up again after this, but I don’t know what it means. We seem to be at another Waterloo in some sense, but mostly in a sense of combining a reckoning with a senseless waste of life.

- Javert experiences himself as a crystal suddenly becoming cloudy, which feels true of him, but also as damning as the rest of this. We’ve seen his cruelty and his corruption and the blind eye he turns on his coworkers’ corruption. The fact that he thought all that was a limpid pool is... like I said, not surprising, but it’s pretty awful.

- There are no stars or moon because of the cloudy sky. That means this chapter is conducted entirely by the light of streetlamps, which seems deeply unfortunate. Streetlamps are the eyes and the point of view of Authority, and they’re the light Javert has always operated by. Javert can see clearly enough to know he needs to leave this place, but there’s no other light to guide him. Valjean in his first upheaval after the bishop found a desolate place with a whole lot of creepy natural lighting effects--but the light he saw by was God’s.

- Javert is caught between a dog and a wolf, which we know means evening. Evening might have been a dubiously good sign for Valjean a few chapters ago, but it doesn’t seem auspicious here.

- The narrator is very close to Javert’s pov in a certain sense--we have someone to explain in great detail the feelings Javert has but doesn’t understand; the narrator understands much more about this than Javert possibly can. It’s also a pretty biting narration, though--there’s a real thread of sarcasm and mockery running through all this, maybe not undeservedly, that’s going, “Oh, so you’re noticing the world is maybe a smidge complicated NOW, huh?”

Which, you know. Fair. But it’s interesting being asked to understand this deeply while being subtly warded away from sympathizing.

- I love the line about “internal rebellion in thought.” We know from his intro that one of Javert’s big things is hatred of rebellion. I take it from this that the reason he hates thinking is that the thoughts he would have if he had thoughts would be rebellious ones, and he knows it. He’s been crushing all his instincts beyond the basic “search for criminal, arrest criminal” for decades, and that’s the towering mass of cognitive dissonance that’s been piling up over his head for years.

- God, there is something so sad about this marginalized person being horrified by the idea that there might be a narrative about the world that isn’t Authority’s narrative, or that his own experience and point of view could matter.

- I do really get why the Valvert contingent is the kinky side of the fandom. Just saying.

- Just like with Valjean’s revelatory moment, this would all go much better if he could see the person who overturned his worldview as a person, not some kind of impossible saint--which in both cases would go better if people had conversations and relationships instead of Big Dramatic Moments Of Apotheosis and then running away. It’s worse here, though, since Javert’s failure to see people’s basic humanity is one of his biggest problems. We are not in any way leaving behind his black and white thinking, we’re just messing with which is which.

- God, Enjolras and Grantaire seem so functional by comparison.

- It’s hard to pin down where Valjean fell off the road to Calvary tonight. I don’t think the answer is Javert’s refusal to play Pontius Pilate. Like, that’s a good thing, and the thing that went wrong for Valjean feels a lot more wrong than that.

- Javert wishing he’d thought to yell for Enjolras et al to come kill him because Valjean was failing to do his job right is absurd, and perfect.

- His reaction to recognizing the existence of kindness is genuinely so sad. There’s so much there, in the fact that he thinks he was “depraved” for being kind, in the fact that he can recognize all this as kindness, in the way that recognizing that the world has contained kindness in it all along is a uniformly bad feeling for him. It makes me wonder exactly which things he’s trying not to think about hard enough to regret.

- Man, that “Javert’s ideal [...] was to be irreproachable.” I can’t relate to his authoritarianism at all, but I was the kind of autistic kid who wanted to know what the rules were so I could do things “right.” There’s something really heartbreaking about somebody reaching 52 years old--and a whole lot of harm done to people and the world--before they 1) encounter any of the limits of that mindset or 2) encounter the idea that there might be something better to hope for and work for in life than not making Authority mad at you.

- For all that he hates what’s happening right now, I love the implication that hatred isn’t what’s at issue here. This is about having a heart, in spite of not believing in having hearts, and it’s about humanity’s indelible contact with the numinous, no matter how much he always tried to ignore and avoid it. I fight with Hugo’s optimism a lot, but I appreciate it here--Javert tried to crush his own humanity and, in spite of all the inhumane harm he’s done, all the cruelty, the pointlessly mean death of Fantine and all the other deaths he’s no doubt caused, he failed: he’s still human, he still has a heart. He still has a soul, and that’s what’s hurting him so much.

- All he can see of this is anarchy. Which feels like it’s exactly the streetlight thing: the only light he can see this by is the light of authority, and so the only outcome he can see of this is a destruction of authority. The higher truths are making themselves apparent to him by force, but they don’t really show up in the light he’s seeing by.

- His little note is so sad, it’s so nothing. He’s spent so long ignoring these petty cruelties and indignities and thefts, and people have suffered for it. And he’s all, “Hey, Authority, please, could you maybe just, if it’s not too much trouble....” This is the great firing of Javert’s soul towards Justice at last, and... iIt’s not very good. And hey, it’s a first try! There’s a lot he could learn if he lived and stayed on this route! But.... you know.

And this is the night of the day the barricade fell: we know what good, true, right, glorious, loving rebellion for the sake of alleviating suffering looks like. This note is how far Javert is able to get down the road of rebellion, and wow is it not very far.

- He’s writing all this in the police station in the Place du Châtelet. Underneath him are the now defunct dungeons where prisoners stood in the mud and their own excrement for months chained by the neck, waiting to be shipped off to the bagne if they didn’t strangle or starve or die of disease first. I think it’s underlining how utterly insufficient Javert’s “rebellion” really is.

- It’s really striking me this time the degree to which in the last section he literally can’t see? There’s no light from heaven, there’s no light from houses or passersby--that is, from men. The only light left to him is that horrible, horrible streetlight, and it’s skewing his view of everything. When he looks down or up or even at the city, he can’t perceive anything properly.

It really feels like he died of the void that was left when authority vanished from above him, and that if some other light, any other light, had come, he wouldn’t have concluded there was nothing left.

We saw Providence come for Valjean time after time tonight, but nothing and nobody came for Javert.

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ninlilwinds · 1 year

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🐨 anon here~

I'd very much like that! though, I was thinking of letting you decide the characters since I feel like my request had one too many www

and welcome back! 💕 I hope you're doing better now. Thank you for staying strong and may everything continue sailing smoothly for you

Take 2 of Koala from One Piece-Like fem!reader

Characters: Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Kazuha

Warning: Not proofread. Kind of sad at some points.

A/N: Hello!! I don't think your request had too many characters (i don't really have a limit, never enough >_<) Also, sorry it's so short....! Anyways I hope this is more aligned with the original request and that I picked characters you were okay with! ^^

He definitely found it somewhat strange. You always smiled at the most inappropriate times. At first, he didn't really pay too much attention to your habits, that is until you were inside the church of Mondstadt, wounded, and still smiling reassuring the sisters that you were okay

"B-but Miss (y/n)! You're losing so much blood, please!" Barbara tried working on you as you insisted, she worked on the other wounded before you.

"It's okay, get to me last if you can." You said with a smile.

Kaeya was unusually serious when he knelt down beside you on the mat, "(Y/n)." His voice was serious and reminded everyone of why he was the calvary captain.

You looked over, "Yes, sir?"

"You're getting checked by the sisters first, the others have minor wounds." You opened your mouth to argue but he placed his finger over your lips, "No arguments."

You nodded as you let yourself be checked, but what unnerved Kaeya the most was your smile. He knew what it was like to smile through pain. He wondered what had caused yours.

He used his smiles to hide secrets. When he stated dating you, he didn't much of it. But then he saw you home alone crying one day and when he rushed to your side, you looked up to him through a teary smile that broke his heart

Childe cupped your cheek, using his thumb to brush some tears away. His face creased with worry, "(y/n)...what's wrong?"

You shook your head and pulled away, your smile quivering as another sob bubbled in your throat, "Nothing, just felt kind of sad today."

"You should've called me, then." Childe pulled you back in and hugged you, rubbing your back.

"you're always busy though." You hugged him back, accepting his support.

Childe's heart broke. Sure, he was really busy most days, and sometimes he wasn't even in Liyue, but somewhere off in a different region, but that didn't mean you couldn't trust him. Your smile suddenly didn't feel real. He kissed the top of your head as your sniffles quieted down. His new mission was to see your actual smile.

coming from someone who has rarely smiled the past few centuries, he found you quite odd. Was there really that much goodness in this wretched world?

"(Y/n)." He called out your name to get your attention. You were both in the balcony of his special room, looking out over the sunset.

You turned your head, "Yes?" you smiled.

"Why is it that you seem to smile with no reason?" He asked.

You stared at him for a moment. How were you supposed to answer that? You didn't see no reason. You smiled to not cry. Was that a reason enough or would he think you weaker than he already did.

"Because there is a reason. You just don't see it." You responded as vaguely as possible.

He seemed to understand there was an underlying problem, but that you most likely didn't want to talk about it. There were things he didn't want to talk about that you respected. Although, he did hope that as you got closer, you would trust him enough to tell him.

He was someone who beleived there was a time and place for everything. There was a time to smile, a time to cry, a time to be mad. It seemed your clock had stopped though, because even as you told him about your past you simple smiled...

Kazuha looked at you, concerned. You were talking about all the things you had to go through, but you stared at into the ocean form the crow's next you were in. It was night and everything was dark, but the moon caused the water to shimmer.

You looked down at the lantern you had and smiled, "So, yeah...That's how I ended up here with everyone."

Kazuha noticed your eyes were glossy, and your smile had changed ever so slightly. He gently hugged you as he hummed into your ear, "It's okay to be sad."

You hesitated at first, but hugged him back, "I'm ok."

He stayed silent, not pulling away. You began to feel the tears stream down your face, and suddenly you were not "ok". You still smiled at him as you sobbed or tried too at least. It was all you could think of to do. He understood. Kazuha simply had to help you work through it, and he'd be right there every step of the way.

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ragnvdnir · 2 years

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GENSHIN MEN WITH LYRICS FROM ALL TOO WELL (10 MINUTE VERSION) (TAYLOR'S VERSION) [PART 1]

SYNOPSIS — various scenarios with genshin characters and lyrics from all too well (part 2 soon!)

CHARACTERS — albedo, ayato, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, xiao, thoma (w/ gn!reader)

INCLUDES — angst, fluff, breakups, domestic life, deaths, a mix of modern au and original setting, failed proposal, albedo losing control, reader aging old, secret affairs, reader settling in for less, noble!reader at one scene

NOTES — i added a little bit of champagne problems with dilucs second part, i hope you don't mind :")) and i also decided to split this in half since its getting long. oh and every character has two scenarios each, the others are on the part two.

“I walked through the door with you, the air was cold. But something 'bout it felt like home somehow.”

Snezhnaya was cold, you thought. It was a whole new environment for you after living in liyue for your whole life. But seeing CHILDE's smile and excitement somehow made the coldness dissapear in an instant.

He have always wanted to take you here, in his homeland, and now, it is finally happening. He can't help but grin widely at the thought of his family finally meeting you after knowing you from his letters.

“You seem happy, 'jax.” He turned to look at you before letting out a small laugh. His cheeks were rosy pink from excitement and coldness.

“I am definitely happy! I can't wait for you to meet my parents and siblings. Im sure they'll love you too!” He answered as he held your hand and warm them up then fix your coat.

Just the thought of meeting his family got you all nervous. But when you finally met them, all of the worries seems to fade away as they happily welcomed you. Asking you questions and telling stories about the younger Ajax.

You feel loved and warm by his family. They're full of bright people.

Ajax smiled to himself as he watched you chattering with his family. He leaned on the door and let out a sigh of relief.

This is what he want, for you to be one with his family.

“Oh, your disposition and my wide-eyed gaze. We're singing in the car getting lost upstate.”

KAZUHA is an awestruck prose. He seemed to be always held your heart captive whenever he open his oh so sweet lips, and he seem surreal to you.

He can always make you feel fine in a second, and he always go with the flow with you like right now, he hums along the song that is playing in your shared earphones while you sing quitely under your breath. He finds it adorable as he continued humming along the tune with you. He wished the moment to last more.

“And I know its long gone and that magic's not here no more and i might be okay, but I'm not fire at all.”

Your relationship with the calvary captain, KAEYA, has ended weeks ago, the reason for the said separation is falling out of love... He said.

You don't want him to feel forced in this relationship that's why you chose to let him go and be free on his own.

Your sudden break up with the young man has caused a gossip in the city. After all, he is very well known and your relationship with him was not that really private. Everyone just seem to find out and neither of you denied it.

For days and weeks, people keep asking you ‘why did you break up’ and ‘are you okay?’ You can only nod at them for them stop asking you already because you were getting tired telling people that you're okay.

truth to be told, you might be okay but you're not fine at all.

You also don't know why he suddenly proposed a break up with you. You don't believe that he just fall out of love like that. There must be a deeper reason behind it that he won't tell you.

“Cause there we are again on that the town street. You almost ran the red 'cause you were lookin' over me.”

DILUC was always clumsy when it comes to you. He seem to cant take his eyes off you. Even now, he didn't noticed that the traffic light went red already. He only stepped on the break when you shouted at him to.

Oh archons, he was whipped.

He apologized many times to you and promised to be more careful. You can only laugh at the blushing red-haired man and pinched his cheeks which made him burning red.

“I'll accept your apology once you stop looking at me while driving, okay?”

That one... he can't promise.

“Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turning red. You used to be a little kid with glasses in a twin-sized bed. And your mother's telling stories 'bout you on the tee-ball team.”

THOMA's cheeks turned red when he saw you focusing on the photo album that his mom showed you. He sighed before sitting beside you while he placed the tray that contains snacks on the table.

“Are you done looking at it?” He asked as he closed the photo album and placed it on the table.

“Oh come on! I wasn't even done!” You exclaimed at him.

“It's embarrassing, okay?” He murmured while he took a bite of cookies that his mother made and subconsciously pouted at you which made you coo at him.

“What's there to be embarrassed about? You're adorable as a child!” You protested as you opened the photo album again and pointed at the picture of him grinning widely with his rosy chubby cheeks at five years old. “Look!”

He shook his head and continued eating while trying to calm down his pacing heart and flushed cheeks.

“Oh dear, do you want me to tell you the story of when he cried because his plant died and how he tried to revive it at the age six years old?” His mom entered the view and smirked at you and your lover.

“Ma!”

“Really!? Please do!”

“You told me 'bout your past thinking your future was me.”

When DILUC told you about his past, he was sure that he loves you beyond anything and all he really wants is to have a future with you in it.

He let you see the vulnerable and broken parts of him that he never let anyone see, except you. He wants to be bare open to you about everything about him; his life and him. He believes that being true to your lover is one of the fundamentals of a happy future.

He is happy with you. He loves you. He wants a future with you in it. Everything was already planned and all he needs to do is to ask your hand for a marriage.

But what he didn't expect is for you to ask him to separate ways. You told him there were alot of things that needs to be fixed and that includes you.

You believed that you're unworthy for him after hearing about his past. You believed that there is someone that can heal him and that someone isn't you. You saw as his world slowly revolves around you to the point that he can—and will—sacrifice his life for your eternal happiness.

And you don't want that. You don't want him to lose his life for someone like you... But now, it is slowly happening.

Unbeknownst to you, you didn't see that you are his last hope. That you are more than important to him. That you are his eternal happiness. That you are the one who keeps him sane. That... you are his life.

With you, everything is possible.

However, none of it matters right now as you dropped his hand and left him out there standing as crestfallen slowly lands on him...

“And then you wondered where it went to as I reached for you but a felt was shame, and you held my lifeless frame.”

ALBEDO can only have himself to blame for everything that happened to you. He blamed himself for allowing a relationship to sprout between you two. He blamed himself for not giving you enough time and love. He blamed himself for not paying attention on you. He blamed himself for neglecting you a lot of times.

He blamed himself for losing control...

The times that you tried to reach out to him after realizing that your relationship is slowly crumbling. The times that you were left sobbing at his outrage and ignorance. But you endured it all because that's always how Albedo is. You kept everything to yourself.

He regretted it. He regretted it all as he now held your lifeless body that he caused. He shouted and screamed for you to wake up. But you never did...

Everyone watched as he continued to lose control of himself more that is about to destroy mondstadt; to destroy everything as no one can stop him now that he lost you by his own hands.

He killed you, and he can't forgive himself even if he repented and atoned for the things he did to you.

“And I forget about you long enough to forget why I needed to.”

Loving XIAO was something that you told yourself you won't forget, ever. He was an enigma that you wanted to know. You are a curious being that pestered him every day.

He would have treasured you dearly if everything was at the right timing. He would have given you enough time if he only knew you'll forget him soon too as you grew older and older each day; your hair turning gray as wrinkles started appearing on your face in a blur.

He always keeps his eye on you even though he is slowly slipping out of your memories. Old age is making it hard for you to remember the sacred times you shared.

And when the time came that you asked for his name and who he is, he just knows this feeling is worst than his karmic debt.

To hate is something he can accept, but to forget... That is even worse than losing you. He wished that you hated and resented him instead.

Forgetting him is forgetting the love you had.

“'Cause there we are again in the middle of the night. We're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light. Down the stairs, I was there, I remember it all too well.”

THOMA is everything you could have asked for. He is the type that everyone will want as their loyal and doting husband. That's why you feel so lucky to have him by your side.

It was 3 am when you and thoma decided to bake together. You opened the fridge open to gather some ingredients when you heard both of your favorite song started playing in the background. You glanced behind your back and saw him smiling at you. He reached out his hand to you.

“May you give me the pleasure of dancing with you?” He giggled. You can't help but do the same and gently placed your hand on his.

“I would love to,” You uttered.

It was then when the both of you got lost in the moment, forgetting the placed ingredients and bowls on the counter. Dancin’ and smiling like fools as you two laughed and twirl around the kitchen.

You won't ever forget how Thoma beamed as the refrigerator light shone behind him. You don't want this to end. You want to be with him like this for ever and ever.

“And there we are again when nobody had to know. You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath.”

Being with AYATO was hell upon heaven. Happiness exist, of course, but only behind closed doors. He was a venom, but he's also an elixir. He's a sin but a blessing at the same time. His attention was short-lived but worth it everytime. Just one touch from him and you're gone... Softly melting into his fingers.

However, having an affair with him behind everyone's back was not that easy either. Your times with him are always limited and scheduled. And you can't see how much it's damaging you. You can't see how much you've become desperate for him.

The only thing you know is that he consumes your heart, body, mind, and soul. You were ready to fall from grace for him. Everything else won't matter anymore to you if you have this thing between you and him to last for eternity, to be seen by everyone, and for you to freely shout that he is yours and you are his.

But since when did you start thinking that he is yours?

You were always his, but he will never be yours. Your heart is his to keep. His heart isn't yours to feel.

Thinking too much is slowly making you out of your rationality. You watched as he happily conversed with a fair noble lady. You watched how he smiled and complimented her. You watched as he tried to make her smile and laugh with a few jokes here and there.

The flower he gave you earlier crumpled at your raging fist. Your heart was beating faster and you couldn't think straight. The jealousy was eating you up.

Just as you were about to storm towards them and make a scene. Another noble approached you and started a conversation. You didn't have a choice but to engage in and set all the feelings aside.

Later that night as everyone was seated around the big dining table. You were seated on Ayato's left side as an idea came into you that will prove if he's really committed to this thing between you two and if he can take risks and sacrifices for you.

You gathered courage as your right hand slowly approached his left hand that is resting on the table. Just as you are about to fully take his fingers, he smoothly brushed them off by using that same hand to grab his cup.

You felt your heart slowly shattered at this actions. You immediately drew back your hand to grab your chopsticks to eat. As you were chewing the food, you felt your eyes watered and you excused yourself. Ayato didn't even bother to send you a glance as you went out with a broken heart.

It was then that you realized that you are the only one who's willing to go far for this thing between you and him to progress. You cherished him, and he does too, he said, but not much as you do.

To him, maybe you're just a thing; an affair to be kept as a secret. But to you, this is love. He is the love that you oathed for.

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kirsdoesstuff · 1 year

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Kaeya : Cool Breeze 🍃

Genshin Masterlist

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A hot day in summer, your running errands around the city in the blazing heat. You can’t help but feel no relief with the water you brought as it too has warmed up. You go to step into the shade to attempt to regain your strength to continue with your list. You can’t help but notice a tall shadow coming your way, so you look up to see who it is.

It’s the Captin Kaeya, he holds a smirk as he sees the heat is getting to you. “Is the heat already too much for you?” He says in a teasing way.

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A new day had come upon Monstadt this summer, perfect for swimming but not so much for errands. Those who normally were all covered had to dress down a bit to avoid a heatstroke, no one was truly safe except those with a Visions of Cryo and some with Anemo. Some with Pyro could take the heat but never could cool themselves like the other two.

You just happen to be one of the unlucky ones without a Vision of any kind and are out on a hunt for things you need in the city. The sun felt closer to the world this day, it was blazing hot out and even your water you had brought warmed up. There was no cool or cold relief out here as plenty of the knights with Visions seemed to be out taking care of camps around the city.

You couldn’t help but notice a bard going around and giving people a breeze of some kind. Unfortunately your errands took you in the opposite direction of the bard so you continued on, but eventually went to take a break in shadow of a city wall. You thought there was a squeal of some women, but you were more focused on trying to not pass out.

It wasn’t long before you heard footsteps towards you in the shade, there was even a rather tall shadow coming your way that was most likely the person. Glancing up to see who, revealed a particular Cryo user smirking as he well known by the women in Monstadt. It was Kaeya the Calvary Captain of the knights, one whose looks contrasted to his Vision unlike Diluc.

“Well what do we have here? Is the heat already getting to such a beauty?”

Kaeya would say a bit flirtatiously but in a joking way. What exactly he was up to wasn’t too clear, but everyone knew that was the normal of this Captin. His expression changed when he focused more on yours, he looked a little worried.

“Hey, are you alright dear? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

He reached a hand towards you to gently place his hand on your forehead to get a feel for your temperature. His hand felt cold, which in this weather it felt great to have that little relief from this heat.

Your head felt a bit lighter within a couple seconds, though you didn’t notice that you were falling forward towards the man. Everything was suddenly spinning, but you felt arms around you and they were holding you carefully. It felt nice since it was like a cool breeze hitting your body during the hot weather, but it didn’t take long before you closed your eyes and dozed off.

Kaeya at this point was only more concerned as he caught you in his arms just in time, so he crouched down to turn you around and get a better look. You were completely out at this point, so he picked you up bridal style to make it easier to walk around on his own legs. As a knight he had to be strong, so carrying someone was not the issue but the fact you just went out like that. He would try to ask around to see where you might live to bring you home, but he considered taking you to Barbara a couple times before deciding he was going to take care of you himself.

It took a few minutes to get the address of your home, but he got it and began to carry you there while using his Vision to keep you cool in his arms. He had either an angel or a devil in his arms sleeping, he knew others would envy whichever one was in his arms.

Once he reached the corner of the city where he learned that you lived, Kaeya was curious as to why you lived alone but not like he could ask you about it now. Another surprise was that you left your door unlocked, the city might be safe but thieves are still around stealing what they can get their hands on. He would still bring you inside and brought you all the way to your room. He’d gently place you on your bed and glance around to see how you decorated it. A lot could be told by just the way one expresses them self or decorates their own space.

He especially looked at some paintings placed around the room, looked like a family and a child in the painting that he assumed was you. He admired the cute face before looking over at the gorgeous one, he would walk over and place a hand back on your forehead like before. Of course he was going to use his Vision to help cool you down, Cryo was the best in this situation with you. He couldn’t help but look at every feature of your face, it was the view he was given to admire.

“I guess you are my little sleepy beauty, aren’t you? Looking so peaceful with my cool touch, so many will envy you getting such special treatment from from the coolest knight around.”

Kaeya would begin to play with a little section of your hair and sighed as there was no way to get a reaction from someone unconscious. He would look around for a chair to sit on, he ended up bringing a chair from downstairs to put at your bedside. He’d sit down beside your bed and just looked at the view he had. He would rest his arms on the bed, but eventually his head too on his arms so he wasn’t holding it up.

Kaeya was there beside you, and he soon drifted off into a nap to get some rest himself.

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Writers note:

Very much set it up for a part two when I originally wrote it.

I did edit this one a bit since it was so close to being neutral, I do use beauty and gorgeous as broad terms for anyone regardless of gender.

As a little explanation, wrote in chat of Augichii on twitch in 2020 October and had fun with everyone. Since I edited this I forgot to remember the original date of completion.

Hope you all enjoyed though!

#Genshin Impact #genshin #kaeya #kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya #genshin impact kaeya #genshin impact kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya alberich x reader #genshin impact kaeya x reader #genshin impact kaeya alberich x reader #hope you like <3 #kirsdoesstuff

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dragonqueenofice · 2 years

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Hi! May I have some comfort from Kaeya for a sick reader?

I contracted 'the plague' so to speak, and mentally I feel disconnected navigating a swampy limbo, while my throat is sore and parched. No amount of water is helping. Before this I didn't know you could have sore eardrums

Thank you!

Kaeya tending to a sick reader

Notes: sorry for answering this so late!! I got distracted and for some reason my brain wouldn't let me write but suddenly my brain started working! Hopefully by the time I'm writing this you've gotten better because your condition sounds like hell! Also y/n is enby

Warning: y/n is a knight of favonious, minor story spoilers for Mondstadt, there's a very sudden style change in the last paragraph

Word count: 500

This awful sickness hit you hard. Normally, if you were sick you could push through it and go through the day as mostly normal, although you'd never force yourself to work when sick. Jean refuses to let you work when sick, the one day you tried she forced you to go home and get some rest. Though now, you couldn't even make yourself get up from your bed. It was as though you had an invisible force pressing down on you.

Naturally, people were confused why you weren't at work. You being sick wasn't that irregular, you've had small bouts of illness here or there but you've always appeared at some point to inform everyone of your ailment and then go back home. It didn't minimize the concern at the KoF headquarters as this was the most interesting thing that's happened after the "Stormterror" incident got cleared up. The buzz around the workplace was palpable as rumors were spreading quickly about why you were gone. Most of them made no sense, like the one about how you got attacked by hillicurls. If something like that happened, you'd be at the church getting patched up. Eventually, Jean stepped up and said you were most likely sick, killing the fun the rest of the knights had with coming up with stupid reasons why you were out.

Though the rest of the knights went about their day after that, Kaeya had a few other plans. See, you and the Calvary Captain had been dating for a while now, to the point where the two of you have keys to the other's house, and after hearing the news that his new s/o was sick, Kaeya wasn't about to just let you be sick with nobody there to take care of you. Kaeya snuck out from his regular duties and patrols and walked up to your house, giving a loud knock knock knock on your door. When he received no response, his concern only grew. It must be a bad sickness if you couldn't answer the door. He took out his copy of the keys to your house and unlocked the door, inviting himself in.

It was certainly a sight to see in your state of half-consciousness to see your lovely boyfriend Kaeya sitting nearby your bed with a bowl of soup sitting on your nightstand. Although you were a bit confused about how he got in, it only took him jangling his keys you gave him to jostle your memory, and it also served to get your brain to start waking up. It was a pleasant surprise and a little silver lining to your otherwise awful day to be taken care of by Kaeya, he was surprisingly good at taking care of people when they're sick, though he still insisted on a few kisses, claiming he'd be fine.

"You said you'd be fine." You teased, sitting above Kaeya and checking his temperature. Turns out, he wasn't okay and those kisses did end up giving him a minor fever. Guess now you have to be the caretaker.

Once again, I hope by the time of posting this you've gotten better! Sorry for not answering this ask untill now but like… motivation is far and few between, hope this cheers you up if your still sick! And also, have a good day! -Dragon Queen

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #dragon queen writes #genshin impact x reader #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya #kaeya #kaeya alberich #im sorry for not answering sooner #just... an extra apology #the inspiration wouldnt come sooner

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beanzfandoms · 2 years

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Pov: You are hiding under their desk

Author’s note: Dear Archons, please give me Diluc. Thank you.

Summary: You are a young child taken in by one of the characters. This is their reaction if you hid under their desk. The reader is gender neutral.

Warnings: None (Besides corny nicknames)

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Diluc:

• It was later in the evening before Diluc finally made it back to the Dawn Winery. He trudged through his office, his limbs heavy with exhaustion. The sight of the documents stacked neatly upon his desk made the pulse in his temple intensify. Nevertheless, he pulls the cushioned chair out and sits down in a hunched fashion. He plucks the quill from its stupor, before gazing along the first set of words before him. A few minutes pass with him scribbling away, the relaxing sound of the fireplace crackling away easing his tense stature. His pen then freezes as the side of his pant’s leg is pulled. His ruby eyes narrow and he leans back, just to catch sight of two (E/C) ones looking up at him from underneath the desk.

• “You’re supposed to be asleep,” He sternly remarks, “How did you get in here?”

• The young child frowns and tucks themselves further away from Diluc’s legs. “I’m sorry, Master Diluc. I was worried something happened and couldn’t sleep…” They answer in a shy voice, “I wanted to make sure you were okay, so I waited for you to come back from town.”

• Diluc huffs in response to their explanation, but his hard stare softens as the child yawns. “You should get to bed. You have schooling to do tomorrow.”

• “Oh, but… can’t I stay up with you a little longer? Please?”

• A sigh escapes the Ragnvindr before he picks the child off the ground and sets them on his lap. “Only for a little while,” He replies. He does nothing to stop them from closing their eyes though, and a ghost of a smile settles on his face as they rest their head against his shoulder.

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Kaeya:

• If the Calvary Captain is not seen loitering about the streets of Mondstat or having a few drinks at the tavern, he was most likely in his office. A miserable groan is let out as the cryo user thinks about it so as he flips through the new guidebook made by Grand Master Jean. It was an awfully boring day for Kaeya, and though the sun lit the room in a beautiful golden color, he silently wished for it to go down faster. He’s been in here for way too long, he thinks; he’s wasting precious time away by skimming through rules that don’t even apply to him. He shuts the book with a loud THUNK before staring up at the ceiling. Lost in his own thoughts, he was quite surprised when a blunt force grabs a hold of his leg. A chuckle heaves out of him as he grabs the source from underneath his desk. His gloved hands dance across their torso and giggles erupts suddenly.

• “Stop! Stop!” The child begs as they cradle themselves in his lap. He gives into their commands, his fingers nestling in their (H/C) hair.

• “How long were you down there, little ankle bitter?” He asks with a smirk upon his face.

• “Captain Kaeya! You always say to take advantage of your opponent’s position. So, I waited for you to relax before going in for the kill! I waited patiently, then BAM! I got ya, didn’t I? Aren’t you proud of me?”

• “I am very proud of you, (Y/N), but next time, maybe don’t try to bite my foot off, hm?”

• “You got it, Captain Kaeya!”

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Childe:

• The 11th Harbinger had to stop himself from grabbing on to his assistance's neck as she follows him down the hallway to his office. Childe could feel his frustration bubbling in his gut, and it took every ounce of his being not to snap at the poor woman. “I’m well aware of the position we are currently in with this withdrawal. I will come up with a solution as soon as I can.”

• “Sir, the deadline is coming up fairly quickly. Don’t you think we should take that into accountability?” She politely responds.

• Childe’s hold on the doorknob tightens greatly and the buzz of bloodshed soaks into every nerve. As his gaze looks upon the Fatui agent, her whole-body cradles into itself. “I will get to it when I’m ready,” He announces coolly before slamming the door.

• He collapses into his chair, his fingers pulling harshly at his hair. He lets out a sigh as he thinks through the options available as of now.

• “Aj…” A whisper calls for him under the desk, “Are you okay?”

• “Angel cakes,” the man answers with slight shock, “What are you doing down there?”

• “I heard yelling and got scared…”

• “Oh, I’m sorry. There is nothing to fear though. Why don’t you come out?”

• “There are no bad guys, right?”

• “Right.”

• Childe coaxes them out from hiding and settles them into his lap. The feeling of anger that was present before slowly but surely disappears as he hugs the little human. “Don’t you worry, (Y/N). No bad guys will ever get to you while I’m here. That’s a promise.”

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bumblepony · 8 months

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Here's my first entry in the Bad Things Happen Bingo "Ransom Note" hope everyone likes it. @badthingshappenbingo

Joel knows something’s not right the moment he walks into their shitty ass apartment. He drops the bag of food he’s carrying into the chair by the door and scans the room.

“Tess?” there’s no response. Then he sees the note pinned to the wall over the couch by a hunting knife. He can’t help but scoff when he sees it. Who the fuck pins notes to the wall with knives nowadays. It's fucking ridiculous. He strides to the couch and rips the message from the wall.

It reads, “You and your bitch have stepped on one too many toes, and now it's time to pay up. If you want to see her alive again, come to the docks tonight at midnight, alone, with all of the pills from your last run. If you don’t come, she dies. If you bring anyone else, she dies.” Then it’s signed, Robert.

Of course, it’s Robert. He always had a flare for the fucking dramatic. The docks at midnight? Joel sucks his teeth with disgust. Roberts, a goddamn idiot, the docks are too open. There’s no way he’s got enough men to defend it properly. What is he thinking? And at midnight, that’s when FEDRA’s the most active. He would be better off having the meet-up just before dawn. By then, the assholes are ready to be home in their beds. They wouldn't give a fuck about some exchange at the docks, a small bribe, and they’d happily turn a blind eye. But to have it at midnight means he woulda had to pay a pretty penny to get them to fuck off.

But all of this is in Joel’s favor, and he’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. This fucker has Tess, and that just won’t do. Joel yanks the dagger from the wall and smiles, thinking about how he’s going to make sure to give it back to Robert later. For now, he goes to their stash and pulls out the pills from the last run and his and Tess’s guns. He stuffs it all in his bag and shrugs it onto his shoulder.

It's time to call in the calvary.

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Robert stands at the end of one of the piers, a goon on either side of him. He’s twirling a cane in his hands and has a stupid smirk on his face. He looks absurd like he’s trying to be some sort of kingpin in a comic book. Joel just keeps his face neutral as he stares him down, one hand holding the bag of pills in front of him.

“Here’s half of the pills. The rest are hidden. I’ll give you the location when you show me, Tess.” Joel throws the bag so it’s halfway down the pier. Robert nods, and one of his guys gets it and brings it back to him. He opens the bag so Robert can see inside. Once satisfied, he nods again, and the guy steps back to where he was.

“Joel, I gotta tell you I'm surprised at how easy this was. For years, you have had everyone in this zone shaking in their boots, and in the end, your attachment to each other took you down.” Robert smirks and smacks his cane into his hand. “All I needed to do was wait until you were separated and Tess was easy prey.”

“I very much doubt that if that shinner you have is an indication. Both of your goons look a little worse for wear as well.” Joel says, giving Robert a wide grin, all teeth, no warmth. “Now, where the fuck is Tess?”

Robert flushes red and grips his cane hard. Joel realizes now he might actually need the cane. When he looks at his ankle, he sees it's wrapped in a brace. Joel feels a surge of warmth when he thinks about Tess giving as good as she got.

“Fine,” Robert says and twirls his cane in the air. Joel can see movement in a building to the left of them through a window, and suddenly, the door is being yanked open, and two men come forward with suspending a hogtied and gagged Tess between them. Joel grinds his teeth when he sees the state of her. Only one of her eyes is open the other is swollen shut. Her lips are split and puffy. Her jaw is red and distended on one side. One of the fuckers must have punched her. Her neck is wobbly when she lifts her head, but Joel can see the heat burning in the hazel depths of her one good eye. She must have been sleeping when they came to take her because all she’s got on is a pair of sleep shorts and a tank top. Her skin is raw and abraded where the rope rests. She also has bruising all over her bare arms and legs. Joel can barely see from the haze of red that clouds his vision.

“Where are the rest of the pills?” Robert demands. Joel turns slowly to look at him, and something of the fury coming from Joel like heat waves must have finally penetrated Robert’s tough guy act because he flinches back. “Please?”

Joel locks his eyes on him as his voice comes out slow, smooth, and oh so calm, “Look what you fuckin did to her, Robert. Look what you fucking did.”

Robert finally seems to realize what shit he’s in because he steps back closer to his guys, but it’s too late because they're not there anymore. Robert turns and watches in horror as they’re pulled into the depths of the dark water. Red mingles with the bubbles of their last breath as they disappear. Two shots ring through the air, and Robert turns again to see the two guys holding Tess fall dead to the ground. She falls as well, but it’s not too far, and the bodies of the two men do a fair job of breaking it.

Robert turns again and nearly falls into the water like his men but is saved by Joel’s crushing hand on his arm. Robert hadn't even seen him move. He’s seen Joel tear people apart, beat them black and blue, and turn their bones into dust, but he’s never seen this part of him. For a man as solid and imposing as Joel is, he’s also fast, so fucking fast and quiet when he needs to be. Joel tries to keep that part of his abilities well hidden to use for moments like this.

He’s right up in Robert's face. He reaches for the cane and rips it out of his hand. Two more shots ring out, dropping the two guys rushing out of a building to the right, fucking morons didn’t even check to rooftops before they came out. Joel doesn't even flinch, but Robert does. Two figures dressed in tight-fitting black clothing welding wicked-looking knives slither out of the water, dripping wet and smiling. One is pale and petite with brown hair done in a single braid down her back. She’s got bright brown sparkling eyes and a scar bisecting her right eyebrow. Joel smiles at her and says, “Great job, Kiddo.” he turns to the other girl, who’s taller than the first. Her hair is done in small tight braids and held back by a bandana at the crown of her head. Her skin is a deep chocolate color, and her smile is wide and mischievous. “You too, Riley. I knew I could count on you.”

He looks to Ellie, his hand still tight on the trembling Robert, and says, “Can you two get Tess set to rights? I have to have a conversation with my friend here.” The teenage girls nod and make their way over to Tess at a fast clip.

“It’s all clear, Joel. He had two more guys stationed in the buildin’ behind ya, but I took care of them.” Joel turns to see Tommy trotting up, snipper riffle in hand.

“Ok, thank ya, Tommy. Now you should clear out those shots are goin’ to have FEDRA on our ass in no time. Can you make sure the girls get Tess home safe?” Joel's gripe on Robert has not slackened, and he can hear the man starting to whimper.

“No problem, big brother. But I think the lady has somethin’ she wants to say first.” Joel looks up and sees Tess, now freed from her bonds, making her way stiffly over to the two men.

She stops and leans against Joel, standing on her toes to kiss his lips fiercely. Joel can taste blood where her lips are split, but he wraps his one free arm around her waist and kisses her back just as fiercely. Eventually, she lets him go, falling back to the flat of her feet and holds her hands out. Joel knows what she’s asking for.

“Tommy, can ya take the girls back to the apartment? I got some canned fruit cocktail for them this afternoon.” Joel asks Tommy as he hands Tess the cane and lets go of Robert's arm.

“You got it,” Tommy says, and he can hear Ellie’s “Fuck yeah” and Riley's laugh as they jog away.

He turns back to Robert and Tess. Tess stands before a frozen Robert. Piss is trickling down his pant leg and pooling at his feet. Tess raises the cane above her head, bringing it down with a guttural roar.

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It's only a matter of minutes before Tess and Joel roll Robert's bloody and mangled body, now weighed down with bricks in his pockets, into the water. Tess stands with a groan, and Joel moves quickly to take her weight against his side.

“Tessa.. I was afraid I was gonna lose ya,” Joel says, his voice soft. He holds her gently, worried that he’ll hurt her.

“I’m ok, Tex, I promise,” Tess says, pressing her forehead to his. They hold each other, needing to know the other is safe and whole. Finally, Tess pulls away and says. “Now, let’s go home. I want some of that fucking fruit cocktail. The girls better not have eaten it all by the time we get back.” Joel laughs and hefts the bag of pills onto his back while wrapping his other arm around Tess’s waist. Without looking back, they make their way home.

#tlou #tlou fanfiction #ao3 #joel #tess #bad things happen bingo #Tess is Hurt #Joel Saves Ellie and Riley at the Mall Before they're bit #Now Tess & Joel & Ellie & Riley are a big happy smuggling family in the QZ #Joel Is a Badass Planner #Riley #Tommy

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Doing a RWBY X Nikke:Goddess of Victory work, here's the first chapter

Jaune stood overseeing Vale, he had just returned to Remnant after an abrupt portal dragged him back. Luckily he wasn't alone.

Rapi: "Commander!" He turned to see his girls. Rapi, Neon, and Anis (BEST FUCKING GIRL). They tackled Jaune and brought him down to the ground.

Anis: "Commander! When you got pulled in we were so worried! Where are we anyways?"

Neon: "Wait Master! Is this like another universe?"

Rapi: "Commander?"

Jaune let out a sigh.

Jaune: "Girls, we are in my home world, this is Remnant." The girls all had wide eye reactions. "I know this is a lot, and I promise to-"

'BOOOOOOM!' The sound of an explosion cut everything off. They looked over to see a plume of smoke coming from the city.

Jaune: "Oh no, that's Vale! Girls quick ws gotta save them." Jaune pulled out his hand gun and charges in. The Counters follow in.

Team RWBY is seen fighting off the Grimm, the breach was allowing many beowulf into the city, but all things considered they were holding their own.

Ruby: "We got this everyone!" As she dashed in an explosion caught her attention. She looked to see a girl with a grenade launcher.

???: "Hiya! It looks like you could use some help!" Ruby while being intrigued by the girls weapon, she noticed that there were two more with her. The white haired on pulled out a shotgun and started blasting away at the Grimm. Rather easily.

???: "Encountering enemy! Commander!" The one wearing the beret and who was using an assault rifle was firing away, giving suppressive fire.

?????: "Push forward!" The voice of the male in their group caught their attention. They saw a tall man with akimbo pistols. Firing away at the Grimm, clearing a path for the civilians.

Ruby: "JAUNE!"

Jaune: "Ruby. Good to see you. We'll catch up soon." He landed multiple shots in critical points. Not one bullet wasted the beowulves dissipated. "We can get lunch! Girls press the advantage!" The first thing they noticed was Jaunes uniform, it looked like military attire, but not Atlas'.

Weiss: "Jaune?! Where did you come from? I thought you died?!"

Jaune: "Later drumstick!" He pressed the advantage and lead the Counters to the front line. "Man I wish we had more help."

Rapi: "It would be nice, but given the circumstances."

Neon: "We can't expect weird miracles Master."

Weiss/Ruby: "Master?!"

Jaune: "Later!" Suddenly a bullhead was in view. "Calvary is here people stay behind us!" Jaune and the Counters lead the civilians to the Bullheads, holding off the hordes.

???: "Jaune?" Jaune turned to see his ex Partner, Pyrrha.

Jaune: "If it isn't my favorite Redhead, help us thin them out! Anis, launch some grenades at the opening, the rubble should close it up!"

Anis aimed her grenade launcher and let a barrage loose. The grenades slammed into the rubble surrounding the breach, causing a collapse of the infrastructure surrounding it. With majority of the Grimm getting crushed the stragglers became desperate and started to become more violent. Luckily the squad was able to handle them.

As the commotion died down, Jaune was making rounds with victims that were unable to get an evac due to number. He performed first aid with the Counters following his example.

Ruby stared on. She noticed that Jaune had changed tremendously, granted it wasn't a bad thing. The uniform he wore made him look more mature, he had a small beard growing in, and his eyes held a confidence he never had before.

Ruby: "Jaune... where have you been, it's been months."

Jaune was dressing a wound on the man in front of him.

Jaune: "I'm quite sure I'll be explaining everything soon, I'd rather not state it about 40 times. Besides knowing how this goes, Ozpin should be here in 3-2-1"

As if scripted, Ozpin is seen entering the tent, his cane tapping the ground and eyes observing the Counters.

Jaune: "Headmaster sir." Jaune stood up. And saluted him. "I'm aware of my absence. But I can explain it, if you require." The Counters stood behind Jaune. The first thing Glynda noticed was their attire.

Glynda: "Jaune, while I'm glad you're safe. I wish to ask, If you are military, what are the dress regulations on them?" She pointed at Anis' 'Assets'.

Anis: "I mean I just wear what is comfy. And I'm not that bad, you should see Mihara."

Neon nodded while Rapi was on guard.

Jaune: "Their attire is the least of my worries, as long as they are ready to fight than they could be naked for all I care."

The Counters all blushed at this.

Neon: "Master are you a perv?"

Anis: "Yeah boss, that's kinda raunchy for you."

Rapis: "Indeed."

Jaune: "Anyways, we will assist on first aid and necessary services." Jaune goes back to his patient. "Headmaster, please do what you need. I'll be here."

Ozpin nodded, he noticed a tremendous change in the boys maturity.

Ozpin: "Where ever you were Mr Arc, it seems to have had a positive change to you."

Jaune: "Perhaps, I myself I'm glad I changed in a sense. But I'm still ne in some regard."

Weiss walked up to Anis, besides the envy of development, she was curious.

Weiss: "If I may ask, who are you three? Also, how do you know Jaune?"

Anis: "Well, we are The Counters, a squad of Nikke Commandos."

Ruby: "Nikke?"

Weiss: "Commandos?"

Jaune: "Like I said, I'll explain later." Jaune was seen walking toward them, his sleeves rolled up and his shirt unbuttoned a bit. "Where's my old team?"

Ozpin: "They are at Beacon Mr Arc, they were with one of the groups of civilians. And played escoet for them."

Jaune: "I see, when possible I'd like to have a catch up with them. Especially Pyrrha, she was a true friend."

Meanwhile Pyrrha felt her heart hurt, she wasn't sure why.

Glynda: "Poor girl."

Another bullhead landed. Jaune stood up and directed the civilians into it. Leaving just the Counters and RWBY at the site. Yang looked over as well as Blake.

Blake: "Theres something... different about him."

Yang: "Different as in he's more mature and confident?"

Blake: "That, and also he hasn't made a joke yet."

Yang's eye went wide in realization.

Yang: "That's right, I wonder if he's still even remotely dorky?"

Neon heard this and looked over at the two.

Neon: "Oh, Master is very dorky, when we caught him reading comics one day he had an adorable snort laugh while reading. I have the video if you wanna see!"

Blake and Yang immediately nodded in affirmation and watched the video on Neon's phone. The laugh the two gave was priceless.

A final bullhead arrived shortly after, with the ramp opening Team RWBY and the Counters entered. Jaune followed and looked out the window. I'm the distance was Beacon Academy. A place of bad memories from Jaune's past life. But now he's able to start anew. After about 20 minutes, the ramps open and Jaune is standing at the front. He looks to see General Ironwood, a scruffy guy, and Glynda.

Jaune: "Good afternoon everyone, I will explain my return inside. If you would follow me." He strove through the crowds ignoring the stares and glares. He had made it to the auditorium. He looked upon everyone who had gathered. He takes a deep breath and looks onward. "I am indeed Jaune Arc. Let me explain my last few years."

#jaunearc #rwby fandom #jaune rwby #nikke goddess of victory #anis

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