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mewmewtric · 2 years

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hey sup? So how do you think Kaeya would deal with having a crush who he gets along with really well and they came back from Inazuma, they had gone for important business and crush eventually talks about how they met someone who reminded them of Kaeya except if Kaeya was a terrible person. Kaeya does simple pranks on people and teasing, but he does a lot to help the community and is actually very nice overall. But this person tried to make his s/o go bankrupt and other really bad things. (Or tried to murder s/o. You pick which). The person had a similar vibe to Kaeya and it just made them really miss Kaeya? (Honestly it puzzles me how people dislike Kaeya just cuz of the sword prank and then they give Childe for trying to murder you and Yea Miko a pass who did way worse to the mc in my view).

Thanks for request! I’m so sorry I took so long for this QwQ This is prolly the longest thing I’ve done so far on tumblr

this will be in Kaeya's POV. kinda wanted to make this kaebedo (my #1 kaeya ship) cuz albedo went to inazuma, but irodori festival did not really appear to give him a chance for such experiences imo, so ig this would be kaeya x gender unspecified reader? although i’d love to do kaebedo fluff someday.

Dim, warm lights.

Bustling voices.

The clinking of glasses and mugs.

But he sits alone at the bar, heart cold and longing. A Death After Noon in his hand, eavesdropping on the conversations in Angel’s Share.

How long have they been gone? Are they alright?

He flips through the letters you gave him.

“Dear Kaeya, I’m having a great time in Inazuma...”

“Dear Kaeya, you really should see this next time...”

“Dear Kaeya, so I met this guy who reminds me of you...”

A guy that reminded them of him?

They went to Inazuma for some important business... but they never told him what. Just that the Adventurer’s Guild asked they\m to go. Their awkward look on their face when they said that... as if they were worried that it would inconvenience him. But that face melted into a smile. A smile they had when you blew the dandelions around the outskirts of Mondstadt, a smile when they ate his Fruity Skewers...

A flush creeps up his neck.

Stop. You’re just a big brother to them.

“Hey Kaeya.”

A familiar voice. One that sends warmth into his body, livening it up, giving it hope.

“I missed you.”

Two arms wrap around his waist. A weight presses onto his back. His hands freeze for a short while, before shifting over to their hands. What was he thinking, to now be carressing their hands that fit perfectly in his with his thumb?

Gently, he shifts around to see they. To see them... in tears? The sight made his heart, just moments ago warmed by their presence go cold and shrivelled again.

"Hey..."

They look up, eyes sparkling and wet.

"Do you mind if we take this to a corner of the tavern?"

They nod their head. The sniffles... each one stab him so deeply, yet he could not say anything. He could not. He has to be strong, the reliable big brother.

"One warm Moonlit Alley, please. Thank you, Charles."

...

Kaeya slides the Moonlit Alley across the table.

"Drink this. It should give you some comfort."

They slowly manage sips through slowly reducing sobs. Trembling hands threaten to spill some of the drink... can he... hold them? Steady them? But you are so fragile now. He should not be as touchy or flirtatious as he usually was.

"Are you... alright? What happened to you in Inazuma?"

"I..."

"I met someone like you."

Am I really that bad? He wanted to joke.

But it would probably make you feel worse. He knows.

"He was just like you. Friendly, teasing, reliable, slightly cocky..."

The two of them share a little smile.

"But worse."

Kaeya stopped drinking his Death After Noon.

“He... he was my partner in the Guild’s commission. It was an international meeting for more seasoned adventurers, and I got paired up with him. He was so nice... appeared so reliable... quite handsome too... It was like having you by my side again in a land of the unknown. Especially when a group of us were sent t-to Tsurumi Island to explore the place after the mist was lifted.”

“He was my shoulder to lean on. Teasingly encouraging me to not give up, just like you. That we would find something worthy to bring back to the Guild.”

Their sobs stop, only little sniffles emerging once in a while.

“Then... he tried to kill me...”

They down the last of the Moonlit Alley.

“We found a chamber with a large amount of artifacts. Bringing them back to the Guild office would bring us so much fame and honour and rewards and... I don’t know if he planned it from the start or he was overwhelmed... but...”

They removed the scarf that has been on their neck. A large wound, definitely inflicted days ago.

“I could not say anything. He was very influential in the Inazuman branch. I could only-”

“Say no more.”

Kaeya cannot bear to listen any more. But the words were harsh, and he worries that they would misunderstand him.

“No need to dwell on the past. Shall we talk about something else? How was the rest of your trip in Inazuma? I would love to go there someday.”

“Kaeya. If this is because of him-”

“Huh? Of course not. I don’t need to step foot into Inazuma to make him regret what he did. Come on. I’ll see you to your apartment.”

From the warm tavern to the cold streets, sometimes the change is a little jarring. Mondstadt nights, they can be cold. And they were in warmer Inazuma for quite some time. Kaeya notices their shoulders slightly shivering. They also look weaker than usual, quiet, pensive, unlike their usual chatty and plucky self.

It matters not what happened to them. That adventurer. He will pay.

“Hey... I’m sorry but I have something to do. Is it alright if you can go back by yourself?”

They sigh and nod their head.

“See you.”

As Kaeya walks away from the buildings of Mondstadt to the main gate between towering walls, the long bridge over the moat to the wilderness, the last he sees of the inside of the city is their face. Shaken. Dejected.

The wilds are labyrinths of trees and dirt paths, but Kaeya walks with a sureness. He has walked these paths so many times, to meet his people. To relay information. To clear threats. Soon, he reaches a clearing in the wilds. Two Abyss Mages are chanting and circling around hillichurls, the hillichurls seemingly listening intently.

“A Knight of Favonius. You dare intrude on our procession?”

The mages unleash elemental shields around themselves, the Pyro mage ordering the hillichurls to hide.

Ah... I haven’t changed out of my uniform yet...

“I am no knight.”

Kaeya does not raise his sword or start bending Cryo to his will. Instead he removes his eyepatch.

“My eye? My eye is fine. There's nothing unusual about hiding one's body parts from view. It's the same reason I wear pants... or any other item of clothing, for that matter.”

Everyone believes his lie and do not press further.

But his eye is not fine.

It is a mark of his ancestry, something that shows his status in the fallen kingdom. He sees so much sharper and clearer with it in the night, the eternal night his kingdom fell to.

A purple eye, a pupil in the shape of an unusual four pointed star, and the skin around it cracking to show purple light, the corrosion that befell his people and himself. The skin around it is much paler than his dusky tan.

“A descendant of the royals...” the Cryo mage murmurs.

“My humblest apologies, your Highness. There were rumours of someone with the royal blood of our country living in Mondstadt. We never believed it, b-”

“Spare the small talk. I have a mission for you. Send someone to the Adventurer’s Guild in Inazuma. Ask the office on who paired with...”

The Pyro mage whispers to the Cryo mage, “Are you sure about this? Are we going to answer to someone with a smidgen of royal blood in him? Our great kingdom is long gone, and we answer to the Abys-”

“Has 500 years made you forget the respect you must pay to your rulers?” Kaeya’s voice turned cold, commanding, unlike the refreshing cool breeeze of his usual tone. “In the end, you are a Khaenri’an. You should listen to me over the Abyss.”

“As for whoever paired up with the person I said earlier... make him regret it. Don’t kill him. Let him live. Impede his adventures. Haunt his sleep. Hopefully you have a Hydro mage who can cast a simple illusion in the form of this...”

He pulls out a photograph from his pocket. It was the one close to his heart, the one he saw holding back sobs over a Moonlit Alley. In this photo, they were beaming, hair covered in dandelion seeds, a mud smear on their cheek. It brings a warmth to a cold heart, like his brother before that fated day.

The Cryo mage hesitantly asked, “Your Highness, we require this photograph for a while longer. To allow the Guild to identify the person. Would you be so kind to part ways with this photograph for a few days?”

His grip tightens on the photograph. His treasure. Even more now that they do not smile. The times before then, the times where they would light up his world. Could it ever come back now?

But he will part with this for a purpose. It may not let them smile again yet... but it will quell the dark fire rising in his own heart. One of anger. Vengeance. Conflict. He has the means to bring the Abyss into Mondstadt any time and bring it down, as he was always supposed to do. But for so long he quelled that urge.

Because he ended up caring for the people in Mondstadt. It was not a facade anymore, when he helps people clear threats to Mondstadt, uncover and thwart ulterior motives, or helping the people with everyday life. His pranks? Just something he does to lighten the mood. It means no harm... unlike the scum who tried to kill someone for his personal gain.

"Take good care of it. It is precious to me." Kaeya holds the photograph out to the Pyro mage. He lets his fingers linger on the picture as the mage lifts it from his hand.

"I will, Your Highness. I will make haste now. Glory to Khaenri'ah."

"...glory to Khaenri'ah."

The mages teleport away, leaving an empty clearing that the descendant of Khaenri'ah walks away with a cold, heavy heart.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya genshin x reader #genshin x reader #so yes i do have a soft spot for kaeya too #brainrot for him getting strong #help #aaaaaa #sorry for the inactivity #exams were a pain #but i'm back bitches #abyss prince kaeya #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya #khaenri'ah prince kaeya

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panisestgladio · 1 month

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Oh Kaeya, Kaeya! Let down your hair!

#I wish he let down his hair more #kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya (genshin impact)#kaeya genshin #Lumine #lumine (genshin impact)#kaeya ragnvindr #Abyss prince #my art #genshin impact #doodles #art

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rush-the-stars · 4 months

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new tricks

pairing: yandere abyss prince kaeya x gender neutral reader

cw: dark content, kidnapping/capture, the reader is treated physically well but is still captured/being held against their will, mentions of a punishment, strange and toxic dynamic, mildly suggestive.

wc: 2.1k

a/n: dividers by @/cafekitsune!

this is just a tiny drabble. don't squint at worldbuilding or plot lol. i had this idea prattling around my head and wanted it out. one day i will write the dark long fic of my dreams but today is not the day. thank you to @/lorelune for taking a peek beforehand and assuring me <33

on the back of your neck, goosebumps ripple to life. a chill races down your spine. you know it well—as intimately as you know the brag of your own heart.

sensing him, you cast your eyes up in the reflection of your mirror to catch the shape of him behind you.

you didn’t even hear him enter your chambers. but you’d felt him somehow, known his presence. maybe known his gaze on you.

(it burns deep and vicious to know his gaze. to become accustomed and attuned to him.)

prince kaeya smiles knowingly.

the dark glint to his eye lets you know he’s in strange ways.

“you’re getting quite perceptive.” he muses. “if only you’d been so sharp when i first took you, maybe you wouldn’t be here.”

you were just a naive artist from mondstadt then. a child who knew the sound of the wind in the trees and the birdsong that rose into the sky early in the morning. you knew the golden hills and the valley and a sort of freedom that made you sing like those birds in the morning, too.

(in the dark, he asks you to sing. sing like you used to, he says. and when you open your mouth, you’re always terrified of what will come out.)

now you sit tucked away in the gilded cage he’s made for you in a land far from your home skies. in a castle where the eyes of gods cannot reach you.

“you’re lucky i wasn’t.” you reply sharply, trying to keep your bite around him.

it grows harder and harder to.

every day the edge you’ve tried so desperately to keep begins to whittle away. it’s hard to always be angry. it’s miserable to always be vicious.

(and he’s never harmed you. not physically—just in stranger, worse ways. emotionally. mentally. you wish he’d just break a bone or make a scar, so that when it heals, you know you’re okay again.

it’s worse that he spoils you. it’s worse that he cherishes you. it’s its own form of torment. he knows it.)

he smiles lazily, on the edges are amusement. fondness. he is endlessly entertained by your contempt.

he approaches where you sit in front of your ornate vanity. it’s too beautiful. it’s too grand.

he’s a dark shadow of blue behind you in the mirror. you watch his reflection carefully. he watches you back as he approaches.

something thrills inside you, wild and dark and sudden.

he reaches out, touches your cheek.

you watch his knuckle brush against your face in the mirror.

he’s testing you.

the last time you bit him.

the moment you turn your face towards his hand, it slips away, dancing out of your reach.

he smiles again knowingly.

it’s insufferable.

sensing your ire, he says, “let’s play our game.”

you breathe hard through your nose.

you turn to face him so you’re not caught in his endless reflection. you glare up at him with all the vitriol you can muster.

(it isn’t much anymore.)

“don’t you have more important things to do?”

“nothing so important as you, darling.”

your teeth grind together. but you get out;

“i’d try to escape from the balcony.”

he tsks.

“the guards would spot you.”

“i’d poison the guards.”

he laughs outright at this, “with what poison?”

you feel heat in your face, but you press on, “the hemlock i’ve been growing in the garden.”

he pauses at that. tilts his head.

“my, you’ve gotten good. i can’t tell if you’re lying.”

“go and check.” you dare.

“maybe later.” he agrees, “say i destroyed it. i froze it.”

“you’re not playing fair.” you accuse.

he laughs warmly, reaching out again to tousle your hair. you swat and push at him, but it only excites him, it only makes his hands catch your wrists and come down to your level. kneeling beside you. he holds your wrists tight, presses them down into your own lap. in another world, he could be a lover on his knees for you, his hands clasped over yours.

he fits himself between your legs. he presses himself too close.

but it isn’t another world. and his eye is like the endless night sky in this one. so dark, so terrifying.

“fine,” he agrees pleasantly, “the guards are poisoned. you slip out from the balcony. i’m a light sleeper—i hear you jump to the ground.”

“i try to run.” you breathe.

“where would you run?” he asks, nose nudging yours. you can feel the sharp cut of his foxish smile.

“past the fountain.”

“come now, you’re cleverer than that. i’d find you and drag you back.”

“i’d kick and scream. i’d make you bleed.”

“you’ve done that all before, it doesn’t stop me anymore.”

your nails bite into his shoulders as he lifts you from your place in front of the vanity. you hang around his neck like a child. instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist.

you tuck your face into his shoulder so you don’t see the pleased look in his eye.

you know where he’ll take you.

“you need new tricks.” he hums as he sits on the edge of the bed with you in his lap.

“maybe i already have them—if it’s a good trick, you wouldn’t know.” you mumble into his shoulder. you hide there.

his hand creeps up to the back of your neck. goosebumps prickle. his fingers slip into your hair and then curl into a loose fist. he tugs gently to dislodge you from his shoulder, to pull you away so that he may see your face again.

he looks at you as if he’s trying to find the trick you speak of. perhaps it’s in your eyes or the set of your mouth.

“i always know.” he warns.

“let’s play again.” you say.

and this time, you use your weight to push him down onto the bed.

he goes down willingly, too easily.

you capture his wrists the way he did to you earlier. you pin them by his head. languidly, he stretches beneath you, amused with this show of sudden power or interest.

“okay, you begin.” he says and his smile is the curve of a laughing, crescent moon.

“i grow to trust you.”

he tilts his head, uncertain or intrigued, you can’t tell. but you can tell you’ve surprised him. his smile falters.

“i’m pleased—you know it’s all i want.” he says and though it’s softened, it’s guarded. you can feel the way he tenses beneath you, waiting, searching.

“and i grow to—to want you, too.” you say and your voice sounds strange to your own ears. far off. maybe too near. not your own, or else, horrifyingly, only yours.

perhaps there is truth there in a way you cannot even begin to untangle.

he’s silent. watching.

“what do you do?” you prompt, breath hitching, almost beg him to speak. “play the game. it’s your turn.”

you feel his wrists flex, the tendons and muscles moving, encircled in your fingers.

“i—cherish you. i foster your desires. i give you whatever you want.” his voice is bedroom soft. his lashes flutter.

“freedom?”

he releases a slow breath of frustration. you feel it against your cheek.

“a form of it.” he answers. and then, carefully, you feel the shifting of his hand beneath yours. his thumb sweeps over your wrist, into your palm. “more and more as i grow to trust you, too.”

you let your hand open up to his, feel it bloom to the touch.

“being alone in the garden.” you press, “i ask you one day to tend to it by myself, when i please.”

he laces his fingers with yours.

“in time.” he agrees, “and you can tend to your garden alone. you can walk on the grounds, wherever you please. you can take dinner in the atrium or the greenhouse or by the lake. it could all be yours.”

you squeeze his hand, “say i earn your trust—let’s finish the game.”

“i give you the world.” he breathes it and you feel it against your lips, feel it somewhere deep inside of you. on the other, soft side of your chest, where your heart thrums.

you know he is telling the truth.

but it rings discordant inside of you. just as softly, you murmur;

“and then i disappear with it. you wait for me to come in from the garden one day—and i never do.”

the tender hold of your hand turns vicious, biting.

you bare your teeth and hiss, “i steal your world and your trust and the love you gave me and i run and run and run. until you can’t find me—until you can’t catch me. i do it when you least expect it—when i love you too much.”

he pushes and twists you under him. he presses you down hard like he could keep you from disappearing, like you’re slipping from him already. but you press on;

“and you’ll see my face everywhere—in the windows of the atrium and the corners of the greenhouse. in the hemlock i grew in the garden and the wind that howls while you stand on the balcony. but i’ll be gone—“

“you’ll never earn my trust now.” he warns, “and you’ll never know the garden alone, or the world i could give you.”

“but i’ll know the one you took from me.”

his eye flashes dangerously, the flicker of frigid, dark waters beneath ice.

but then he’s gone. off of you. the warmth of him leaves you in a rush.

he grabs for a coat of his, throwing it over his shoulders in a flare of dark fabric.

“where are you going? i thought you wanted to play.” you sneer.

“and i thought you didn’t?” he heads for the door anyways, “i’m going to the garden. alone.”

“scared you’ll find hemlock?” you ask.

“are you scared i’ll find hemlock?” he retorts and then lowers his voice, almost to a caress, “i would punish you.”

“you’ve done that all before, it doesn’t stop me anymore.” you tilt your head, “maybe you need new tricks.”

the door slams behind him. you don’t even flinch.

and in a moment, you watch his figure, a dark smudge against the gray fog, trudge out towards the garden.

you watch from the balcony.

there is no hemlock in the garden.

and he is gentler again when he returns that night. but he locks the door to the balcony and he keeps the key tethered around his neck, pressed to you as he holds you; so close and yet so far.

you can feel it’s cool metal against your bare back. you can feel his skin to yours, the way he holds you like you’re going to slip away.

there is no hemlock in the garden, but there is nightshade.

“let’s play our game.” he whispers that night, pressing scattered kisses like falling stars along your shoulder, your jaw.

“i steal the key around your throat. i unlock the balcony door—“

“i hear you. i let you go, anyways.”

you go perfectly still.

“i—i climb down the balcony and i run—“

“past the fountain?”

you nod slowly. you feel your heart kick into an unsteady rhythm.

“i let you go. i let you get far.”

“you’d let me—“

your throat constricts; a ball of emotion wedged there suddenly. you feel your eyes prick with—with shock. is he really—?

something terrified stirs inside you at even the thought of your real freedom; of the thing you want most.

“and then i hunt you.”

he kisses beneath your ear, like a lover.

your blood goes cold.

“i chase you across the world i gave you and the one i took from you. and every time, i find you. i’d find you. and i’d drag you back.”

“i’d—i’d kick and scream. i’d make you bleed.” you manage to get out.

he props himself up, if only to catch your chin, to force you to look back at him.

he kisses you. slowly. sweetly.

“there’s no hemlock in the garden. you need new tricks.”

but the nightshade opens its flowers to the moon, just outside the locked door of your balcony, in the garden that you can’t tend to alone.

you melt into the kiss, open mouthed and tender. soft and deep like lovers.

when you pull away, you have the key dangling in your hand;

“and this isn’t the key to the balcony. so do you.”

when he kisses you again, brutal and dreadful, and with too much heat for someone so, so cold, you feel the sharp cut of his foxish smile.

and maybe even some sick curve of your own.

#cielo writes!#cielo's writing!#kaeya x reader #abyss prince kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #cw: suggestive #cw: kidnapping #cw: yandere

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strawberrylabs · 7 months

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Strawberry's Whumptober masterlist!

warning!! some of these post will contain gore, death, mental distress and other themes that may be disturbing to some readers! Please pay attention to they tags on each post and read with caution!

note: These will be 'x reader' posts because as this is an 'x reader' blog. Most if not all characters will be genshin characters simply because I know them better. If you have a character you want with a certain prompt, feel free to request it and I will write it when I get to it

if I am late some days please rest assured the fics will be uploaded eventually!

PRONOUNS: majority of my works will have no pronouns or gendered terms used for reader, if they are used they will be gender neutral or they/them. If you'd prefer she/her or he/him, there will be a link on the gn fics for both other options. If there is a specific set of pronouns you want me to use, i can edit upload another version with those pronouns, just let me know<3

Update (17th of Oct): whumptober is being put in hold temporarily, some things are going on and I can't really write atm. Everything will eventually be written by the end of October! Just a little delayed is all. Please be patient<3

Day 1: "how many fingers am I holding up?" with Albedo from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 2: "They don't care about you" with Alhaitham from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 3: "Make it stop" with Xiao from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 4: "I see the danger, it's written there in your eyes" with Beidou from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 5: Debris with Wanderer from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 6: Made to watch with Kaveh from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 7: "Can you hear me?" with Kokomi from Genshin impacy [Here!]

Day 8: "It's all for nothing" with Abyss!Aether from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 9: "You're a liar" with Brother!Kaeya (and brother!Diluc) from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 10: "You said you'd never leave" with brother!Bennet from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 11: "No one will find you" with Cyno from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 12: "I haven't slept in days, but who's counting?" with Freminet from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 13: "I don't feel so good" with Tighnari from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 14: "Just hold on" with Heizou from Genshin impact [Here!]

Day 15: "I don't need you to help me, I can handle things myself" with Ayato from Genshin impact [on hold]

Day 16: "Don't go where I can't follow" with Lyney from Genshin impact [on hold]

Day 17: "Leave me alone!" with brother!Mika from Genshin impact [On hold]

Day 18: Blindfold/tortured for information with Venti from Genshin impact [on hold]

Day 19: "I'll take one final step, all you have to do is make me" with Ningguang from Genshin impact [on hold]

Day 20: "You will regret touching them"/found family with Siblings!Bennet, Razor and Fischl from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 21: "Don't move" with Kazuha from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 22: "Watch out!" with Neuvillette from Genshin impact [in prohress]

Day 23: "Who's there?" with Childe from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 24: Neglect with Aether from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 25: "They're not breathing!" with Cyno from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 26: "You look awful" with sibling!Chongyun from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 27: "Let me see" with Xiao from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 28: "You'll have to go through me" with Lynette from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 29: "I only sink deeper the deeper I think" with Baizhu from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 30: "It's ok to say 'I'm not ok'" with Lyney from Genshin impact [in progress]

Day 31: "Take it easy" with Aether from Genshin impact [in progress]

If there are prompts you want to see with certain characters send a request and ill write something for them and add it to the masterlist<3

masterlist will be updated as I make the posts!

last update: 14th of october 2023, 10:53pm (AEST)

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genshin-impact-writings · 8 months

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Contemplating whether I want to pick up The Abyss Prince again and actually finish the series... let me know if you'd be interested.

#jj speaks #the abyss prince #genshin impact x reader #kaeya x reader

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frozenambiguity · 8 months

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And what if I tell you that this is precisely how I envision prince / king / leader of Khaenri'ah Kaeya... ( source )

#{{ he is beauty; he is grace. he is mystery incarnate with a pretty face }}#{{ the eye scar is missing but --- imagine it there www }}#{{ prince kaeya who accepts and ascends to the Khaenri'ahn throne after the abyss order is defeated; I am your number one fan }}#{{ because I still believe that the abyss order is just another faction within Khaenri'ah; and not representative of its entire people. }}#{{ and in my canon I still have some hope for kaeya's biological father's truest intentions too. }}#{{ though I am still very interested in what role Kaeya will play in the abyss' plans }}#{{ only time will tell }}#【 isms | heart of the abyss. 】#【 let me tell you a story | thoughts to be shared. 】

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slothcapsule · 2 years

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i love kaeya because there's so many ways his story can go.

will he ascend to celestia? is he an abyss mage/herald? is he the long lost prince of the eclipse dynasty in khaenri'ah? will he betray us? will he betray his homeland? was he frozen in time for 500 years? is he actually just a descendant of some khaenri'ahn people? is he working with the fatui? is he pierros son? can he wield magic and fakes it with a makeshift vision? and there's a lot more options and i have genuinely no idea where his story could go, or it could go nowhere! because hyv hates us and kaeya

#kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya lore #kaeya theories #genshin impact #khaenri'ah #genshin theories #fatui #celestia #eclipse dynasty #khaenri'ah royalty #prince kaeya #abyss mages #abyss herald #anyway hyv give me kaeya crumbs pls #i started looking too deeply into how he puts away his sword jfc give us something #pierro #fatui harbringers

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firein-thesky · 4 months

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missing kaeya massively rn i love him so much oh my god

#that king fanart doing crazy things to me #thought about abyss prince!kaeya #had to lie down #cielo rambles!

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ayuen · 1 year

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I was just thinking and it’s prob wrong since I’m not a lore theorist but wouldn’t it be nice to have a simple explanation for our sibling being written in Irminsul Tree? Like there is this theory that siblings are from this world but they don’t remember and the world got changed so they don’t recognize it but what if our Abyss sibling discovered it? And since they realized they are from this world wouldn’t this mean they would be written in the memory of this world bc of it? It would make sense why they want to bring back homeland I guess and why they are a prince/princess of the Abyss.

#my rumblings #3.5 patch #genshin imapct #Kaeya #it would make sense why Kaeya is not a prince of the abyss? anyway

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aabyssalprincee · 2 years

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I thought about what you have said, I choose to join my nation.

-Abyss Prince Aether smirks and leans in to be closer to Kaeya's face, tilting his head.- "That's great. Welcome back to Khaenri'ah, Kaeya. Would you also do me the pleasure of becoming the second prince?"

#🌻aether replies.🌻#🌻aether.🌻#🌻abyss prince.🌻#🌻.kaeya🌻

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ethotv-archived · 2 years

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becoming more like his brother every day<3

#YES GIRL SHOE SKIN!!!!!#diluc with the fatui and kweya w the abyss eould be sooo interesting god i hope they both are relevant to big lore lster on #kaeya prince of khaenriah WILL BE RELEVANT. IT WILL.

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howthesleeplesswander · 1 year

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Finally got around to making myself some nice formatted tags u3u/ pls don't mind this tag dump!

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rush-the-stars · 1 year

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what if i start talking crazy tonight

#many strange things on the mind #much dc #if i say yan abyss!prince kaeya #if i say alpha!getou #if i say wolfwood + sex pollen #if i say beidou who takes you captive aboard her ship #IF I SPEAK

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viaetor · 1 year

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@ecleipsㅤ|ㅤsc. *

ㅤㅤthe wind howled loudly, challenging the heavy snow of dragonspine for a spar in the never-ending winter. uncaring for any who crossed their mingling paths for whatever reason, they mercilessly bit any exposing skin that dared stay for too long. or so they should. by then, aether had grown accustomed to such a place—it only took him 500 bitter years. to behold the walls of previously acclaimed temples and magnificent noble houses on the floor, covered by thick layers of snow, destroyed in ruins or turned to dust… that was a punishment like no other. the cold was nothing in comparison. he could hear their screams, their pleas, their prayers. he crossed his arms and closed his eyes as if he could exorcise ancient ghosts that way.

ㅤㅤand perhaps he indeed could. breath hitched in his throat, and suddenly the wind and snow halted in place. for when eyelids fluttered again, golden gaze found its way to a star-shaped pupil. locked, they could look nowhere else, movements feeling too slow to accompany the racing of his heart and thoughts. kaeya alberich, the fabled heir of khaenri’ah’s last dynasty. the abyss prince was wide-eyed; for the first time in centuries overflowing with emotions that weren’t that of sorrow and anger shook his core. “ you… ” he took a step further. a step too close. he stopped abruptly. no. he could see it all over his face, the so-called ‘cavalry captain’ was surprised to see him, too. they were visiting that land of ice and forsaken dreams for divergent reasons. it wasn’t time. not yet. patience, aether, always be patient. to wage war against destiny is a tiresome task.

ㅤㅤthus, all the brightness in his eyes fell into a yellow void. yet his voice, ever venomously sweet, dared to offer a friendly laugh. “ judging from your surprised look, i think you’ve met my sister? or… ” hope was last to die, even as he crossed his arms in a defensive stance. “ are you looking for a way back home? ”

#ecleips #hello i may have gone too hard on this so pls lmk if u want me to shorten it or make something simpler!#i read some of ur stuff abt kaeyas past and i just :''') had to do something inspired on it #ue ue ue ue abyss prince aether waiting for his king #❛ㅤ𓆩✦𓆪ㅤ:ㅤver ii﹔ㅤㅤ/ㅤㅤand the abyss stares back.

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genshin-impact-writings · 1 year

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The Abyss Prince: Ch.1

(Kaeya x gn!KOF!reader)

Synopsis: Kaeya and you have been dating for a while now and you both honestly couldn't be happier with each other - until Jean sends you on a mission that reveals Kaeya's deepest secret. And you learn that a dark past and your unwavering sense of duty could be enough to destroy a relationship that has always been too good to be true.

Chapter summary: You realize once again that being the child of an ex-Knight is one of the most difficult things on earth. (Title taken from: No Resolve - Surface Pressure)

Word count: ~ 3.5k

The masterlist for the series can be found in the navigation post on my blog.

Ch.1 - Surface Pressure

It was one of these days where nothing could go right, it seemed. First, you had overslept in the morning and barely had time to grab something to eat before rushing to the headquarters and reporting for duty, only to find out that the Acting Grand Master wasn’t there either. Then, you had completely forgotten to return a book you had borrowed a couple of days ago to the library, arousing Lisa’s anger in the process and almost ended up getting electrocuted which you had only been able to avoid by promising to buy her lunch today. And now, a couple of hours later, you found yourself on the training ground, together with your mother who had already picked out a weapon from the endless arms depot the Knights of Favonius called their own.

You were annoyed and exhausted and definitely not in the mood for yet another training session with your mother but when she set her mind on doing something, there was no point in trying to convince her otherwise. Besides, she’d only see it as a clear sign of weakness if you told her that you were too tired, followed by yet another lecture about the importance of training. And then, she’d probably tell you that you could have a much higher rank if you only tried a bit harder. So yes, you were tired – but you also weren’t in the mood for one of her speeches.

So, instead of saying something, you summoned your polearm and adjusted your stance. It was almost ridiculous that your mother still insisted on training you, even after you had been a part of the Knights of Favonius for a couple of years now. You knew that you were a skilled fighter and that Jean had no issues with giving more difficult missions to you. But of course, all of that wasn’t good enough for your family. You needed to be better, stronger, more successful, and if you didn’t strive for perfection every day, they acted like you wasted your potential. And no one ever asked if you were able to handle the pressure they constantly put on you.

With that thought in mind, you stepped forward, putting all your frustration into your first blow. Your mother dodged the attack with ease, an almost amused smile playing around the corners of her mouth. “Not quick enough,” she said and pushed you back, “you need to figure out your opponent’s next move before they even know it themselves.”

You didn’t even bother to reply because it was pointless to argue with her or to tell her that all of this wasn’t new to you. Heck, you weren’t an unskilled child anymore that had only learned how to use their weapon without accidentally hurting themselves (not that it had happened often – but still often enough for your parents to bring it up on a regular basis). No, you were an adult now, and you knew how to fight.

You lunged at your mother again, the blade of her sword crashing against your polearm as you blocked her attack before you twirled around and aimed at her legs. She jumped backwards – and there it was, the tiny gap in her defense you had waited for. With one swift movement, you stepped forward and swung your weapon around. At the last second, she ducked your strike, once again using her blade to push you backwards.

“Not bad,” she panted, a barely noticeable smile flashing over her face. “You’re slowly learning how to use my weak points to your advantage.”

Slowly, you thought to yourself and huffed. In the past, you had fought countless battles against your mother and most of the time, you had been on par with her, although you knew that she would always deny that. Another reason why you hated to train with her – she was way too proud to admit her defeat, had always been. Sometimes, you wondered if it was because she hadn’t been on active duty for so long. She was still part of the Knights, yes, but most of the time, she was busy with caring for your father who still dealt with the aftermath of injuries he had suffered on a mission a couple of years ago. He had been a Knight before that, too, and you knew how much it pained him that he had to retire so early, no matter how many times others told him to stop living in the past.

You suddenly snapped out of your thoughts when your mother’s blade collided with your polearm once again, the force of her attack vibrating through your bones as you tried to regain your balance, tightening your grip around the weapon.

“A fight is not the right moment to start daydreaming,” your mother reminded you, the tone of her voice almost a bit condescending. Through gritted teeth, you replied, “I know.”

“Then focus! You can’t afford to zone out like that during a real fight.”

You ducked under her blade, knocking her back with another strike of your polearm. The two of you continued like this for a while, dancing around each other, waiting for the right moment to make another move. Soon enough, you were both gasping for air but neither of you was ready to yield. Perhaps that kind of stubbornness and pride was something you really had in common with your mother. Not that you would ever admit that, though.

And then, you suddenly found another gap in your mother’s defense. This time, you took full advantage of it. In just a matter of seconds, you had her down on the floor, the tip of your spear pointing at her throat. “I win,” you stated flatly.

A brief smile flashed over her face. “Indeed. I’m surprised you managed to beat me without using your vision, though.”

Ah, yes, of course. She would never not begrudge you for beating her, no matter how evenly balanced the battle had been. And that comment about your vision had been uncalled for, too. It was bullshit that she assumed you’d need elemental powers to win against her. Heck, you had never even tried to use your vision in one of your training matches because your parents had set the strict rule that you weren’t allowed to do that. They thought it would give you an unfair advantage – but you were convinced that they didn’t want you to use elemental power because they had never received a vision and weren’t ready to accept that even Celestia had acknowledged your ambitions.

“Thank you,” you finally replied (because you knew that was what your mother wanted to hear) and reached out to help her stand up. She dusted herself down, adjusting her clothing in the process and fixing her ponytail before she looked at you again. Your mother, the always presentable looking Knight. “Don’t be negligent of your training,” she said, “and don’t rest on today’s laurels.”

You watched her leaving the training ground, once again wondering why your own mother could never acknowledge your success in the way you wished she would. Why she kept belittling you even after you won against her again. But then again, she hadn’t even been proud when you had received your Anemo vision, so there probably was no point in asking yourself these questions over and over again.

But still, you couldn’t help it.

You detached the vision from your belt, cradling it in your hand as you stared at the turquoise orb that was embedded in the golden colored frame, its winged shape typical for Mondstadtian visions. The orb was glowing dimly, an indication that it hadn’t yet absorbed enough elemental particles for a full burst. It felt warm to the touch nevertheless, the weight oddly comforting as your thoughts drifted off. Until the day you had received your vision, you had never realized how much you felt trapped in your life. It had never occurred to you before that you needed freedom to achieve your goals, instead of putting more and more pressure on yourself. Freedom to figure out who you were and what you wanted to do with your life, because so far, you had only tried to live up to your parents’ expectations and somehow lost yourself along the way. And when you had found the vision on your pillow back then, it had almost felt like a wakeup call to stop wasting your time with trying to meet your family’s ridiculous standards. Suddenly, you had realized that their expectations were nothing more than restraints that held you back from finding your own path in life and that you needed to free yourself from them if you ever wanted to reach your objectives.

But realizing something and actually going through with it were two very different animals.

Sometimes, you still struggled with casting your parents’ demands and expectations aside, no matter how hard you tried to let go of the things that constantly pressed on your shoulders.

And maybe, true freedom was by far the hardest thing to obtain.

- - -

Later that day, after running a few more errands for the Knights and reporting back to your Captain, Eula Lawrence, you could finally return home. Your head hurt, your joints felt sore, and you seriously couldn’t wait to take a hot shower and change into more comfortable clothes. But when you reached your home, a small apartment in a house near the market square you had rented from an old friend of your parents, you changed your mind. Yes, a relaxed evening at home sounded incredibly good – but what sounded even better was to spend your well-deserved home time with the person you loved more than anything.

So, without any hesitation, you turned around, heading in the opposite direction until you spotted the familiar house with the timber framework that was nearly completely covered in ivy tendrils. Just the sight of it was enough to bring a smile to your face. You had so many wonderful memories of this place – and its owner, the ever so charming Cavalry Captain of Mondstadt, of course – that it felt almost like coming home.

Kaeya opened the door before you could knock, a soft smile playing around the corners of his mouth, and you felt a wave of relief washing over you. “Hi,” you said. The next second, you had already wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a much-needed hug.

“Well, if this isn’t my favorite person in the entire world,” he replied with a chuckle and kissed the top of your head, “hello there, sweetheart.”

You stayed like this for a few moments, indulging in each other’s presence but soon enough, Kaeya pulled away from your hug to invite you in and close the door behind you. The neighbors were already gossiping about your relationship way too much, they didn’t need more food for their assumptions. Only yesterday, the old lady from next door had asked him when he would finally propose to you because in her world, it was just inappropriate to basically live together while unmarried. “(Y/N) is such a good person,” she had told him then, gently nudging him with her elbow, “you better don’t let them get away, lad.”

“I won’t,” Kaeya had said. And he meant it. If things were easier, if he were someone with a less complicated past, he probably would have asked you to marry him months ago. But that was truly nothing but wishful thinking.

But anyways. Now certainly wasn’t the right time to muse about these things, not when you were standing right in front of him, the smile on your face not quite able to mask the turmoil of emotions that reflected in your eyes. “Rough day?” Kaeya asked softly, although he already knew the answer from the way you had basically thrown yourself into his arms as soon as he had opened the door. He pulled you close to his body again, and you buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking in the subtle scent of his cologne. “Yeah. I guess you could say that.”

“My poor baby.” He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I don’t know. You’re probably tired of hearing the same complaints over and over again.”

Kaeya clicked his tongue. “Sweetheart, I could never be tired of listening to you. If you need to vent I’m here. Okay?”

You smiled at him. “Thank you. But I think, right now I just want to shower and get out of these clothes.”

“Well, you know where the bathroom is. And I washed the clothes you left here a couple of days ago and put them in my dresser, top drawer,” Kaeya said. “Now, how about this: You go shower and I prepare dinner in the meantime. It’s always better to talk while you’re enjoying a nice meal, no?”

“Sounds lovely. You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

“I know, sweetheart.”

He watched you making your way down the hallway into his bedroom before you disappeared into the bathroom with a pile of clothes in your arms. Would you still be so comfortable around him if you knew that he had never been completely honest to you?

With a sigh, he opened the door to the kitchen. It was pointless to puzzle his head about these things. He should focus on the good things instead of constantly asking himself what would happen if you found out the truth. ‘And who knows?’ he thought in a fit of defiance. Maybe you wouldn’t be as upset and angry as he thought you would be. You loved him, didn’t you? So, why should you start hating him, just because his past was far more complicated than you assumed right now? Surely, your feelings for him wouldn’t change… right?

“Oh, stop it, you pathetic idiot” he mumbled to himself as he started to go through the fridge and the cabinets to figure out what he could cook for you. Thankfully, he had picked up a couple of groceries on his way home, or else, it would have been a pretty sad dinner, given the fact that he did only have a half empty bottle of wine and a block of cheese in his fridge this morning. He could imagine what you would have said in that case – in the past, you had told him often enough that he needed to eat properly to fuel his body and that he needed to take more care of himself. And funnily enough, Kaeya really had started to pay more attention to his health, shedding a few bad habits in the process, since you had officially started dating almost two and a half years ago. Sometimes, it still astounded him how much of an impact you and your love had on his life. Without you, he probably would’ve continued to slowly destroy himself with working too much, drinking too much, dwelling on the past too much. But every day, you made him see the good in this world – and the good in himself, too. You were the reason why he slowly started to believe that he wasn’t as dark and twisted as he always thought he was.

At the sound of your approaching footsteps Kaeya snapped out of his musings, and soon enough, you wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back. “Can I help you?” you asked, your voice slightly muffled by the fabric of his shirt. The scent of your shampoo filled the air, a familiar, comforting smell that Kaeya would always associate with you.

“No,” he said, “just sit down and relax. You deserve some rest.”

- - -

“My mother challenged me to another battle today.”

Kaeya looked up from the dishes he had just placed on top of the counter. It surprised him that you wanted to talk about your day now, especially since you had carefully avoided the topic during dinner, but he didn’t mind it. He had offered to listen to you, after all, and so, he hummed in response, indicating that he was paying attention to the things you were going to tell him.

“I won,” you continued, a hint of reluctance in your voice, almost as if you were ashamed to admit your success. It was always like that – you kept selling yourself short, no matter how many people told you that you were doing great. And although Kaeya didn’t want to make any assumptions, it was pretty obvious that your parents were the reason for that. They rarely acknowledged your achievements; instead, they kept putting more and more pressure on you, demanding that you strived for perfection in every part of your life.

You sighed. “My mom acted like my victory was nothing but a sheer coincidence. I know I shouldn’t be so upset about that because that’s just how she is – she can’t admit when someone’s stronger or more skilled than her – but… I just hate it. I hate how she keeps belittling me – like I’m still a kid who doesn’t know what they’re doing. Like I haven’t achieved anything in my entire life.”

Kaeya remained silent for a while. It wasn’t the first time you were having this conversation, and he had no idea what to say. Not because the topic annoyed him, no. He just didn’t want to fob you off with empty phrases that would offer next to no comfort to you. Usually, he was quite good with words, and he took pride in the fact that he always knew what others needed to hear to feel better – but in moments like this, when it came to you, he always felt so helpless. If only you could see yourself the way he saw you… Then, you’d surely never doubt yourself again.

He turned around to face you, leaning against the counter, his arms crossed. “We both know that’s not true,” he said eventually. “You’re one of the best fighters among the Knights, (Y/N). Even Eula thinks the world of you. I don’t know why your parents refuse to see that but we really can count ourselves lucky to have someone like you with us.”

“Thank you. But you don’t need to say all that just to cheer me up. There is a dozen of people out there who are stronger than I could ever be.”

“(Y/N), sweetheart, stop.” He took a step towards you to reach out for your hand, interlacing your fingers. “If I could I would tell your mother that she finally needs to get over her jealousy but since it’s not up to me to do that I can only tell you that you have absolutely no reason not to be proud of yourself. You’ve done so much for Mondstadt.”

You sniffled. “But why can’t they see that?”

The helpless expression in your eyes broke his heart. Oh, how he hated to see you like this, so discouraged and insecure, although you should be happy and proud and confident. In the blink of an eye, Kaeya pulled you up from your chair and right into his arms. “Don’t let them discourage you,” he said, his breath softly brushing against the shell of your ear as he spoke. “I know it’s hard and I know you can’t help but have these thoughts sometimes but please believe when I tell you that you’re enough. You don’t need to put this pressure on yourself.”

You didn’t reply but he could tell that you were trying not to cry. Just the way you had started to tremble in his arms was enough to tell him that. He moved one of his hands to the back of your head as he cradled you. “You’re enough,” he repeated, the tone of his voice still so tender that you could feel yourself melt against him. But your tears kept flowing, streaming down your cheeks, no matter how hard you tried to pull yourself together. Your whole body was shaking as you sobbed into Kaeya’s chest, holding on to him for dear life.

It was rare that you lost your composure like that. Usually, you were quite good at controlling your emotions, carefully locking them away, until one day, the house of cards you had built up around you collapsed underneath the pressure that weighed your shoulders down.

Kaeya kissed the top of your head. “Shh,” he whispered, “it’s okay. I’ve got you.”

He kept cradling you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, until your quiet sobs turned into equally quiet hiccups. And even then, he didn’t pull away. He would hold you in his arms as long as you needed him to, giving you all the support you deserved – and that your parents had always failed to show you. He could feel your lips quivering when you pressed a soft kiss to his skin, right above his collarbone. “Thank you,” you mumbled. In response, he only hugged you tighter. He had never told you and probably never would, but he knew all too well what it felt like to try to live up to others’ expectations, always afraid to fail. He understood you so well, and yet, he couldn't tell you.

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