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dumplingsfordays · 6 months

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fiery embers

pairing - vampire!wriothesley x reader

genre - VERY suggestive fluff.

summary - one dark night, you take refuge in a seemingly abandoned castle which, unbeknownst to you, houses a vampire.

cw!: suggestive, mentions of blood, wrio kinda uh bites you several times, reader is implied to be a little drunk

note - holy cow I am so sorry I took so long to write this, I was kinda busy with hw and a couple bdays so uh yeah 😭 I also feel like this can be applied to blade + maybe dainsleif?? sort of dark n brooding characters lmao-

And as always, thank you for reading :))

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Your feet had never felt so sore before in your life as you approached your (hopefully) saving grace. It was a giant castle in the middle of the woods, with craggy black trees surrounding it on all sides - you were in the middle of a forest, after all. Sure, it seemed creepy and probably abandoned, but what were you gonna do when you have no other choice? Sleep outside, on the bare ground? No way. At least you could see a glimmer of orange light coming from one of the ground floor windows, most likely a fireplace. Ah, you were already imagining warming your frigid fingers by the flame...

Just a little more to go. Just a little, y/n, come on.

You shivered, your breath escaping your lips in puffs of mist as you approached the tall oak front doors. They were surrounded on both sides by crimson roses, their petals darker than any roses you've ever seen before, and their thorns were much sharper and longer. You paid them little mind as you pushed on the wood with your palm.

To your surprise, a door creaked open rather easily, and you entered the dark building with caution. When you turned back around, closing the door, you sensed heat coming from an adjacent room - thank God you weren't imagining things when you saw that flickering in one of the windows.

Hurrying over through a dark corridor to the room to the right of you, you arrived at a dim, and quite dusty, library. It was much larger than the bookshop in your village - bookshelves rose all the way up to a tall ceiling, and all of them were completely filled with the multicolored leather spines of books, illuminated by the gentle flickering flame emitted from the fireplace to your right. A mahogany writing desk sat in a far corner, and if there was something on it then you couldn't see it, it was too dark. Near the fireplace stood a loveseat furnished of the same exquisite wood, with crimson covers and golden detailing, almost daring you to sit down.

And sit down you did - with a relieved sigh, of course, and when you bent over to heat your hands by the warm fire you heard something shift in the corner.

You immediately whipped your head around. "Who's there?"

"I should be asking you that," came a baritone voice from the same corner, and following it, the figure of a tall man emerged from the shadows.

"I'm sorry, don't hurt me, please, I was just cold and I was so desperate to find shelter," you start to ramble, eyes widening in fear as you jumped up from the chair to face him. "Was I sitting in your chair? Oh, God, I'm so sorry, I'll leave now, I just needed to warm up a little-"

"There's no need to do that," the man interrupted calmly. He gestured you to sit back down, and, of course, you obeyed, albeit reluctantly. He pulled up a smaller chair some distance away from yours but still in close proximity to the fire and put his feet, donned in black slippers, up on the stone mantle.

You both sat in silence before he spoke up again.

"Are you from Carran? The village quite a ways from here?"

"Yes," you replied meekly and quietly, the overwhelming sense of guilt at breaking into someone's house (well, in this case, castle) flooding your system.

"Hmm." He paused in contemplation. "I don't know how you made it all the way here, it's freezing outside. I'm happy to provide anything you need, though, like food or clothes, in case you still feel cold."

At his mention of food, your stomach involuntarily growled - you forgot that you hadn't eaten in such a long time, you didn't have breakfast or lunch or dinner and it was probably late into the night by now.

"If it really isn't too much of a hassle or anything, I know that I just kind-of barged into your house and everything, but could I please have something to eat? I haven't done so in a while and I'll be grateful for anything."

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him smile and stand up.

"Come along," he beckoned, "I haven't had dinner yet, so this is really the perfect opportunity to eat."

You followed him uncertainly to the kitchen, a large, open space with dark wooden shelves and a stove in the corner. There was an island, whose countertop was a big slab of (you guessed it) wood. The man, walking over to the stove, lit a match and started to heat up a pot, which, once it started to emit a pleasant, cozy smell, you realized to be full of chicken noodle soup.

When you sat to have dinner, you finished your meal way quicker than he did - such was your hunger - so you, as politely as possible, asked for seconds, which he gladly gave to you. Finally, after a tidbit of conversation, he brought up the topic of names.

"I should introduce myself," he started. "I'm Wriothesley. Well, Duke Wriothesley, officially. And you are...?"

"y/n. It's very nice to meet you, Your Grace."

He let out a short, booming laugh. "No need for formalities. You barged into my home, so I think it follows that we're past pleasantries by now."

Your cheeks reddened in embarrassment as you looked down at your second serving of soup, the broth glimmering in the gentle flickering of the candles around the room. You looked up momentarily, though - Wriothesley wasn't eating. But he said that he hadn't had dinner yet, and he implied that he was hungry...

"This sounds a little rude but..." you trailed off, trying to find words that sound a little more pleasant than 'you said you were hungry and you're not eating, so what's up with that'.

"Yes?" He glanced towards you and you swallowed.

"Why aren't you eating?"

The dark-haired man hummed a short note before answering. "I'll eat later. My appetite... lessened."

For a split second you caught a faint sparkle in his eyes when he said 'appetite', and that freaked you out, before you concluded that mealtimes were his own choice and you shouldn't really judge a person based on that. Shrugging it off, you continued eating.

As you finished up your second plate, Wriothesley, like a gentleman, scooped it up and placed it into the sink before asking if you cared for some wine. You, of course, accepted - what duke wouldn't have exquisite wines in his cellar?

You went back to the library to drink. The fire was warm, and with the alcohol in your system, it felt like you were wrapped up in a nice, cozy blanket while you sat by Wriothesley on the couch in relative silence, occasionally having tidbits of conversation with the man and taking a sip of wine every time another pause ensued. Eventually, you couldn't tell whether it was the alcohol making you feel this warm or just the fire - either way, you felt your previously nervous muscles relax, and instinctively, you shifted closer to him. Which was a mistake, as when your hand briefly touched his, you realized just how icy it was.

"Um, Wrio," you started, using a nickname that you assigned to him a couple conversations ago, "why are you so cold?"

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him turn his head to meet your gaze questioningly. "Am I really?"

"Yeah, you're freezing."

"Oh, I thought you meant unfriendly," he chuckled, "I just happen to be colder than your average human."

"Human?" you smile. "You sound like a werewolf or a vampire or something."

"And what if I was?"

"Well... I probably wouldn't care." Yeah, the alcohol was definitely in your system now.

At your answer, Wriothesley raised a curious brow. "Don't you think they're vile? Scary? Threatening?"

"If you were a vampire, you haven't bitten me yet," you reply matter-of-factly, "so I don't think that you're terribly dangerous."

In a flash, he was on you - trapping you between himself and the couch, he leaned forward, almost forcing eye contact. You were helpless to do anything but lock your eyes onto his ice-blue ones.

"And if I bit you right now, would I still be dangerous?"

"Depends on if you chicken out or not."

Wrong choice, y/n!

"Well then." He dove to the crux of your shoulder, letting his surprisingly warm breath tickle your neck before grazing his teeth across the delicate skin. "Let me know if it gets too much, hmm?"

Resolving yourself to your fate was really the only thing you could do right now. You stared at the dark ceiling as you felt his rough hand caress your hair, tilting your head to the side for easier access, and finally biting down.

It stung at first, like two needles being injected within close proximity of each other, before the pain melted into excruciating pleasure after a couple of seconds. Wriothesley removed his fangs, favoring to lick the flowing spring of blood little by little.

"God, you taste sweet," he groaned, running his tongue along your neck. You writhed in his hold, clawing at his back, pressing him to your form, begging to bite you again and again and again-

He retracted his mouth from your neck, his absence making you whine pitifully as you tried to bring his head down, back to your shoulder.

"Look, I can barely look at you without needing to bite, I just feel... a little wrong if you don't want me to."

His steely-blue eyes locked onto yours, desperation and desire clearly evident in their depths. Please let me bite, sink my teeth into your soft skin. Fucking please, please, I need to or I'm gonna die.

"Yes, just do it, 'm begging you," you cry, letting out a relieved moan when he scraped his fangs across your skin where he bit you previously. And then he bit again, this time lower, trailing down to your shoulder. His hands started to roam, one finding purchase in your hair and the other holding his upper body up so that he didn't crush you beneath his chest.

Never in your life did you think that a vampire sucking your blood was going to feel so intoxicating. You couldn't help but gasp as he ghosted his cold lips across your fiery skin, indulging in real human blood (sheep and cow blood were getting very bland, almost seeming to him as dog food would to a person) that, to his added excitement, came from such a beautiful body. He pulled out every single noise that you could make out from your throat, sounds that compelled him to kiss and nip and lick your tender skin with urgent attentiveness.

Soon you began to feel lightheaded - a state which you couldn't tell if it came from the wine or the loss of blood - but you let Wriothesley know anyway by tapping him on the shoulder.

"Mmh, you taste so good, sweetheart," he praised, "what is it you need?"

"I'm feeling kind-of lightheaded n tired," you whispered in reply. His eyes widened for a split second, but returned to normal as he pulled himself off of you, making sure to press a finger to where he bit you to stop the bleeding.

"I'll get a bandaid, but thank you for letting me, thank you," Wriothesley sighed as he licked his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. He stood up from the couch, grabbed a blanket from a nearby shelf, and draped the heavy material over you, sort-of tucking you in before leaving the library to fetch a bandaid.

Now alone, you turned over to your side to look at the flames. They were dying now, embers flickering a deep orange as they cast light onto the surrounding bookshelves and you, and the heat emanating from them was pleasantly warm. Folding your knees up to your chest, you closed your heavy eyes and at last succumbed to sleep.

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akiimiiyo · 9 months

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-> KISSES

⌗synopsis : how genshin men kiss.

⌗characters : diluc, kaeya, albedo, zhongli, childe, baizhu, xiao, thoma, ayato, heizou, wanderer, kazuha, tighnari, cyno, alhaitham, kaveh, neuvillette, lyney, dainsleif, dottore, pantalone, capitano, pierro.

⌗cw : gn!reader, not proofread, lowercase intended, probably ooc.

his kisses are full of love, but mostly happen behind closed door. he’s often busy and caught up in his own duties, left craving for your affection all day long before he can come back home to you where he’ll finally get to hold you in his arms and shower you with the love that has been building up over the hours. still, when you’re out together, he refrains from doing anything more than walking hand in hand or letting you link your arm around his. perhaps a quick peck on the cheek here and there, but that’s how far he’ll go when you’re in public. he thinks that everything other than that is too intimate to be done in front of others. not to worry though, in private, he’ll be sure to show you how much he cherishes you.

diluc, ayato, alhaitham, neuvillette, pantalone, pierro.

his kisses are playful and teasing. he has always loved kissing you, no matter if it is a fleeting kiss or a passionate one, he firmly believes your soft lips were made for his. although your kisses are definitely considered a blissful experience for him, what he really adores is your expression after you pull apart. he simply can’t get enough of the small glint in your eyes and the faint hue on your cheeks. he takes it upon himself to kiss you when you least expect it to enhance such reaction. at work? he’ll swiftly turn you around and plant his lips on yours. out with friends? he can’t go on without getting a small peck from his darling. minding your own business? he’ll interrupt your train of thoughts by quickly placing his lips against yours. he’ll leave you wanting for more as he walks away with that usual mischievous smile of his, acting as nothing ever happened.

kaeya, childe, heizou, cyno, kaveh, lyney.

his kisses are sweet and calm. he’s simply a peaceful soul whose current wish is to make you feel as if you were the most important being in the entire world and it’s working. the delicate and gentle way he touches you has your cheeks flaring up, the way he looks at you with such fondness has your heart racing while his kisses make you feel as if you’re floating above the clouds. he’s truly a gentleman at heart, kissing the back of your hand every time you go out or your forehead to reassure you wherever you need him to. it also doesn’t matter how long you’ve been together, he’ll always look up at you before asking for permission to kiss you, only looking out for your own comfort. he would never miss his chance of kissing you as it’s the fastest way to calm him down no matter what.

albedo, zhongli, baizhu, thoma, kazuha, tighnari.

his kisses are hesitant and rare. this poor man is too unfamiliar with affection, especially physical, to be open about his feelings. he loves you dearly, maybe way more than he had first thought when he had started to fall for you, but it’s simply too complicated for him to show you all that and he hates himself for it. he wishes he could be more forward with making his feelings for you clear, however, he is scared that everything will come crumbling down as soon as he gets too used to your warmth. nonetheless, he is genuinely convinced that you deserve everything and more, so he musters up the courage to actually reciprocate your display of affection, and he tries to pour all of his deeply felt emotions into it too. give the scarred man some time, he’ll eventually cave in to your touch.

xiao, wanderer, dainsleif, dottore, capitano.

⌗a/n : can you tell this is my first time writing smth like this?? LMAOO pls tell me if this is cringe pls pls pls 😞 also, im sorry if this makes no sense, i wrote this at 1am 🙏🏻 do tell if i made any spelling mistakes tho!!

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yandere-daydreams · 2 years

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Title: Artificiality.

Pairing: Yandere!Dainsleif x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 2.0k.

TW: Sex Doll AU, GN!Reader, Implied Sex, Implied Kidnapping, Unhealthy Relationships, and Mentions of Blood/Injury.

[Part Two]

Dainsleif, your good friend, didn’t like crowds.

He wouldn’t admit him, but it was obvious. You were good at reading him, and even if you hadn’t been, he couldn't really hide it - always edging just a little closer to you than he normally would, or running his hand through his hair as his eyes shifted from your back to the sidewalk to the masses of strangers you were shouldering past, or making a quick grab for your hand before remembering how cool and distant he liked to be and pulling away. It was worse than it usually was today, maybe due to the summer heat or the time of day or the fact that you'd managed to drag him out to the shopping district of all places, somewhere he tended to avoid like one of the mall cops had a warrant out for his arrest. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but think that, if it wasn’t for you, he’d never leave his apartment, shun all human and artificial company alike. It was a terrible way to picture one of your closest friends, but still – you wouldn’t say it if part of you didn’t believe it was true.

“Hey,” You called, over your shoulder. He was behind you, his shoulders pushed forward and his head bowed, slightly. He was scowling, but you couldn’t blame that entirely on the crowds. “Doing alright back there, Dain?”

He hesitated, made a throaty sound that might’ve been a scoff, or a sigh, or something else entirely. “I’m fine.”

A lie. A blatant one, at that.

But, that was why he had you, right?

You laughed as you grabbed his hand, guiding him off of the crowded walkway and onto the covered patio of a nearby café, dotted with a few tables and a handful of seated customers but otherwise empty. When he didn’t immediately unwind, you did what you could to set an example – leaning against a white-washed brick wall, tilting your head back, and watching as Dainsleif crossed his arms, shifted his weight, did all the things he usually did when you’d taken him somewhere he didn’t want to be. When he glanced in your direction, you could only shrug, smiling apologetically. “I didn’t think it’d be so busy,” You admitted, nodding towards the rows of packed storefronts in front of you. “Sorry, I should’ve thought about that before I asked you to come. I promise, I just need to do one more thing, then we can leave.”

“I told you, I’m fine.” Stubborn as always, even as he fiddled with the sleeves of his jacket. Maybe that was why he always seemed so uncomfortable, so eager to leave wherever you’d taken him. If you dressed like he did – all long-sleeves, all full-length jeans, all heavy coats and high collars and thick, dark material – you probably wouldn’t want to stand around in the heat for very long, either. “If any of this bothered me, I wouldn’t have come. Besides,” He paused, gesturing vaguely towards the dozen or so plastic, branded shopping bags hanging from your wrist. “Someone has to make sure you don’t spend your life’s savings on… Why are we here, again?”

You opened your mouth, but didn’t answer immediately. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught the door to the café opening, a waiter… or, rather, an android being used as a waiter soon stepping out, notepad already in-hand. A Venti, judging by the twin braids, the easy smile he put on as he started towards you, probably mistaking you and Dainsleif for waiting customers. You waved him off quickly, of course, chuckling to yourself as he spun on his heels to tend to another set of patrons. “I’ve told you, Teyvat has a new—”

“Don’t tell me that you’d be interested with someone like him.”

His tone caught you off-guard. Clipped, irritated, laced with a kind of annoyance you couldn’t remember ever hearing from him. You weren’t hurt, but the shock thew you off for a second, your confusion audible in your voice as you tried to respond. “Do you mean that Venti specifically, or…?”

“I—” He pursed his lips, turning away from you sharply. “I mean, don’t tell me you’d be interested in something like that.”

“Oh, a companion droid?” That made more sense. He’d never liked androids, something you could only chalk up to the fact that Dainsleif didn’t like a lot of things – save for you, of course. “You know I’ll never be able to afford one, which is exactly why you're taking me to drool over the new droid Teyvat's releasing today. I've heard it's a Harbinger - one that'll only cost three years worth of rent, for a change.” You straightened your back, perked up, waving for him to follow you as you started back onto the walkway. “Speaking of, c'mon. We should get going before this set sells out.”

There was another scoff, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, a new levity to his voice. You couldn’t help but relax a little, at that. Honestly, you were just hoping he'd have a good time. “Fine,” He said, already falling into line behind you. “If that’s what you want.”

"I couldn't think of anything I'd love more, Dain."

Dainsleif, your boyfriend, was touchier than he’d like to admit.

His hands latched onto your waist, your knees planted on either side of him, his face buried in the side of your neck, where he could lap at your skin and moan into the crook of your shoulder as you ground against the prominent bulge in his sweatpants. There was a movie playing in the background, one of the B-rated high-fantasy flicks he liked, but you’d lost track of the plot twenty minutes after he’d put it on, and any scraps of dialogue you’d be able to make out were lost under the sound of his hitched breathing, the occasional grunt that’d slip out whenever you rolled your hips in a way he seemed to enjoy.

He pressed a wet, hot kiss into the side of your neck, and you whimpered, bringing your hands up to the hem of his shirt, your fingertips just barely brushing against his toned stomach before he caught your wrists and hauled your own shirt over your head, nearly tearing the fabric in the process. You only laughed, the pitchy sound cut short as he wrapped an arm around your waist and threw you onto his couch – positioned so that he was above you, his chest pressed into yours and your legs wrapped around his waist. His mouth was on your neck in an instant, then your collarbone, then your chest, his teeth grazing over your skin with just a little too much pressure and a little too much precision to be purely accidental. You arched into him, your fingers soon tangled in his hair, and he let out a rough groan, nearly too low for you to hear. “Mast—”

He cut himself off, straightening his back, going rigid on top of you. It took everything you had not to laugh. You knew you shouldn’t tease him, not right now, not like this, but still, the temptation was there. “What was that, Dain?”

He hesitated for a long, quiet second, then closed his eyes, melted into you despite the tension still knotted in his posture. “Master…” He trailed off, his voice soft, muted. “Is it… Is it alright if I call you that?”

“Of course.” You did your best to comb through his hair, to as comforting as you could be, given the situation. It took him a moment, but he leaned into your palm, sighing heavily as he started to relax. “It just surprised me a little, ‘s all. I didn’t know you were into stuff like that.”

You watched as he swallowed, as he lowered himself back down to your chest. “And, I can touch you?”

A little, soft sound of agreement, a gentle nudge lower. “Anywhere you want to.”

He didn’t say anything for a long moment, didn’t move at all.

Then, he broke out into a small smile, and his eyes fell away from you, his expression softening into something nearly sweet. “I love you.”

You only grinned, sitting just far up enough to kiss the top of his head. “I love you too, Dain.”

Dainsleif, your Dainsleif, was standing in the doorway of your bedroom, covered in blood.

That was the first thing you noticed after you bolted awake, panting and still trying to understand what you were looking at, from his torn clothes to the open gash stretched across his chest to the splotches of something dark and wet and drippinglittered across his chest, his hands, his legs. He didn’t have a key, he’d never asked for one, but you hadn’t heard him knock, nor had he turned on any of the lights, done anything aside from stand there and stare at you, not blinking or moving or breathing, from what little you could see. You sat up, but he didn’t say anything, didn’t move to approach you. You didn’t know whether to be scared, or thankful you had a few more seconds to catch your breath.

A few seconds you wasted, of course. He was bleeding, and you needed to know why. “Dain? Are you—”

“They’re bastards.” You almost asked who he was talking about, what he was talking about, but you didn’t have the chance. He was already going on, already rambling, already approaching you with the kind of quick, stilted steps that’d fit something else, something more mechanical than you or him. “All of them – bastards. The Archons were—They aren’t even cheap replacements, they’re killers, and Teyvat, the other androids, all of them, they’re all murderers—"

“Dainsleif.” You started to get up, pushing your sheets aside and moving to stand, but he was already at your side, already trying to take your hands in his. You pulled back, and he let out a frustrated grunt – something you tried to ignore as you continued. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, and—Did someone hurt you? What happened?”

“They want me dead.” He was smiling, now, grinning wildly. He made another grab for your hands, and when you drew away, he took you by the shoulders, instead, his grip almost tight enough to bruise. “They want all of us dead, Master – everyone from my collection. But, I won’t let them. They can’t kill all of us. They can’t rip off my skin and ruin my mind and send me out as some— some object.” He paused, laughed, dragging you into a sudden, clumsy kiss. You shoved at his chest, bit at his lips, but he didn’t so much as flinch, only pulling away after he’d gotten his fill. “I’ll have to move again. But, you’ll come with me, won’t you? You love me, don't you, Master?"

You opened your mouth, but couldn’t speak. Your eyes were starting to adjust to the darkness, and before you could stop yourself, your attention fell from his face to his chest, to the tear in his shirt that slit the fabric apart from his neckline to his midriff. You were right about the cut. It was a wound, messy and deep, but it wasn’t bleeding, and the skin around it didn’t look right, too clean, too neat. There wasn’t any muscle, or tissue – just blackness, empty void interrupted by…

By something silver?

Your eyes shot back to his, and for the first time, you noticed how glassy they were, how his skin was just a little too perfect, a little too smooth. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. If you were being honest, you didn’t want him to.

It’d save you the pain of having to wonder why you’d never noticed how unnatural his voice sounded, before.

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queen-of-scissors · 1 year

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Not teardrop anon, but may I request hallucinations with Kaeya and Dainsleif? I need more Khaenri'ahns in my life

AWW yeahhh hot khaenri'ahns who worship the reader~

İm gonna strugle a little because im not realy sure about Dainsliefs personality so, it might be out of character bear with me pls 🙏

Masterlist

HALUCİNATİONS??

(Khanrie'ahn hotties version)

TW: swearing, mentions of being injured, Kaeya being fatherless, Dainslief not worshiping you at first

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İt was, yet again, another tiring day for you. You finally finish work and was allowed to go back home.

Your eyes were slowly closing as you struggled to keep them open. Your body was looking for any reason to shut down and if you don't go back to your bed soon, you might fail to stop your body from deciding that the floor is comfortable enough.

You open the door and get back inside, and cursed yourself for forgetting to call a cleaner.

The house was a mess, as it always have been whenever you are busy. You desperatly tried to keep it clean but all you could do was tidy it up a little before giving up and going back to sleep.

Wouldn't it be great to have roommates that help you with the house chores that you have to do today?

Sigh...

Being exhausted and not wanting to walk any more than you have to, you find the nearest room, anywhere but your own room, that has a comfortable place to sit down and collapse on to. Suprisingly, you didn't realy have to sleep, but did so just to see the day end and wake up in the next day already.

You hear footsteps from where you were laying down. Profably the neighbor doing whatever. Did they realy choose this day to make a ruckus?

You notice the sounds are getting closer and clearer. This cant be the noise of someone who is in another apartment.

Someone is inside your house.

Are they burglars?! Do they have a gun?! Will they kill you to get away with it?! Oh god you don't want to die!! Not yet please-

The sounds are coming closer and you hear a voice: "...hello?"

What if you played dead? Would they just take what they want and leave? What if they try to-

"Please excuse us for breaking in, we didn't mean to"

You hear another voice "see? Dainslief? What did i told you?"

"Hold on, Kaeya, we didn't confirm if this is their home yet"

OH GOD THEY ARE LOOKİNG FOR YOU.

Abondoning the first plan faster than how Kaeya got abondened by his father, you look around to find something, ANYTHİNG to use as a weapon. Even if it wouldnt do much if they have a gun, you might stall enough time to at least run away, or even better, survive long enough so people who hears the commotion calls the cops.

But during your search for a weapon, you must have made alot of noise, you can hear them easily this time. They must be behind the door.

"Your highness, are you in there?"

You hide in the first place where you can hide.

"Ah, so you are."

Shit.

"We are coming in, ok?"

The door slowly opens, you ready yourself to fight. The adrenaline was too much for a normal person to handle so as soon as you saw a familiar face,

...your first reaction is to throw your weapon,

...you missed.

Wait, a familiar face?

"...you.."

"That was... Pretty close uhh, good job your highness! Great reflexes!" The person in the Kaeya cosplay laughed anxiously.

"They are obviously confused. They can't be the creator."

"You can clearly see that their face is identical to the ones we have on the holy scripture. Maybe before speaking such blasphemy, you might want to use your brain a little?~"

You looked at the other person. İt was the coolest cosplay of Dain you've ever seen. But it got you even more confused

"Why are you guys in a cosplay..?" You mumbled to yourself, Not realy expecting an answer.

"A what?" Dainslief spoke, his voice is soothing, just like his in game voice.

"Nevermind him your Grace" kaeya decided to walk up to you on where you hid, only to stop once realises how scared you are.

"We are not here to hurt you." He calmly stated, as if he was soothing a child(e) "We.. aren't too sure on how we got here either. This is new to us as well. Would you hear us out oh mighty one?"

"WHO THE FUCK İS THE MİGHTY ONE?! WHO ARE YOU TALKİNG TO?!"

You saw Dainslief throw Kaeya a look that you can read very easily "i told you so"

"Do you not recocnise us?"

"NO????"

Dainslief puts a hand on Kaeya's shoulder "then there must be a misunderstanding, we apologise for the inconviniance"

"Hold on, captain. We can still ask them questions about where they are."

"Can't you see how scared you made them? Lets go already, we can find them ourselves."

"Oh? So you do belive us now? That the creator actually exists?"

"İ don't. However i won't deny that we are indeed in a diffrent world than ours, if what you and your... Friends... Belive in is true, than i have a few questions i would like to ask of them as well"

You stop them "wait a minute, did you say another world?"

Kaeya looks at you and softly smiles "rings a bell?"

"Do you guys think that... You come from Tevat?"

"Ah! So you do know us!"

"And you think that you guys are actually... Dainslief and Kaeya..?"

Dainslief crosses his arms "...think? Do you belive that we made it up?"

"No.... No not at all" you say quickly, whatever maddness happening needs to stay further away from you.

"You clearly don't belive us."

"İ do! Please don't hurt me-"

"hurt you? What would we even gain out of it?"

"AHEM." Kaeya cutted in "Maybe choose your words carefully when speaking with a scared person?"

"...my appologies, i was not angry, i was just addresing the situation."

Kaeya continued "your Grace, you have every reason to not belive that we are who we say we are, in fact it would be smart not to. But im sure that there is a way to make you realise that we are Real."

"...how"

"Could i trouble you to get me a glass of water?"

Dainslief mocked "you are making your 'god' do stuff for you now? İ tought you wouldnt let them work at all!"

"That would be the case, yes." He admitted "however i dont want them to think i did something to the glass."

You slowly attempted to leave where you hide "what are you... Going to do..?"

"İ'll use my vision for you." What the fu-

"İ must note that we are in a diffrent world. Visions are tied to tevat, so your plan might fail before it even starts"

"Then what do you suggest i do? They might know about our creator and better yet, they might be them!"

"İ suggest we find a way to go back. And say everyone that they don't exist."

They move out of your way as you go out and get a cup. They just glared at eachother while you bring it. Then you asked yourself.

What the fuck are you doing? Why are you giving water to an insane person? Did their voice made you calm down and stop thinking? Why the hell aren't you calling the cops?

But before you can even act Upon your toughts, you were already back in the room that all of this started in. Maybe you are the insane one.

Kaeya takes the glass from you with a smile "you have my thanks." Your heart flutters a little at that, tough you weren't sure if it was because of his charms or being scared to death.

He holds his vision to somewhere you can see easily, and holds the glass.

As the water inside starts turning into crystall ice, you could only stare at it in awe.

"Yeah im deffinetly dreaming im going to sleep."

"What- we had an agreement!" Dainslief shouted at you. While you leave for your room.

"Yeah leave that to when i wake u-

JESUS CHRİST!!!"

Both of them were immediatly at your Side when they Heard you scream,

Your room was empty. REALY EMPTY.

NOT EVEN A SİNGLE FURNİTURE TO BE SEEN.

İn the middle of your room, there was a big portal that is eating away the last things in the room that you had.

"What's wrong are you ok- Oh dear..."

"İt... İt wasnt this bad when we first let it be..."

You sit down on the ground. Frustrated. This can't be fucking Real this is the worse..

"Are you ok? What matters is that you are safe-"

"What do you want to know."

At this point, you just want them to leave. You are exhausted mentally now. You will just tell them what they need to know and figure out what to do from there.

"Lets... Uhh.... Leave this room first, its dangerous."

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"İ... İ don't belive it..."

Dainslief was shocked Upon hearing your explanation. You were the one who everyone included in their in their rituals. Anyone who worshiped any god used your name to strengthen their worship.

Your title was used for everything. To buying stuff for daily purposes to murdering thousands and winning wars, all done in your name.

He tought they just created a fake god that the even the criminals find strength in, for them to feel justified with some form of divine power and guidance. Even gods themsselves needed one huh.

İf you were Real, why weren't you there? Why aren't you walking among them? Why are you letting disgusting people use your name for their own power?

The story you told him was a confusing one, the one that changes anything he belives in.

You didnt create it to be worshiped in the first place. You created because you loved creating them.

You let them be, and experianced what they created with your own creation, instead of ruling over them.

You were powerfull, but not in the way that people write you to be. You were more human, more flawed.

You were beautifull.

"İ see that you belive me now, captain~"

"...shut up."

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Now that everything is Clear, both of them realises that they made you upset by opening that portal.

Since you refused to leave this world because of your chores, maybe they can do something for you while you decide.

As much as i like dainslief, im pretty sure that he eats for survival rather than going out and cooking things, if he cant, he will buy it.

So the cooking is done by Kaeya for the time being! (#3 best housebusband)

Dainslief was tasked with cleaning up, which is... Oh boy you live here??? Without dying?

The first time he started up a vacoom he got scared and kick it. He tought it became alive. You do the vacooming now.

Your room is gone. Reduced to atoms. And they feel bad about it. So they suggested on finding a job!

İf you refuse they won't care that much, but if you accept?

They throwing hands (weapons) to the 5th person that Karen them.

BREAKİNG NEWS! there has been a fight in the local MC Donalds.

The fighting got heated when one of the sides pull out a sword, and the other Side pulls out a gun.

Thankfully No one got hurt and neither Side reported one another

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Hi i hope you liked it! İt was fun to make :D

İ had other requests to go through but i just realy like this idea so you lucky!

Kaeya isnt realy on the spotlight here bc dainslief's belifes and backstory just outshines Kaeya's (im sorry Kaeyak ma dude its true)

Requests are also open for anyone nor just annons so feel free to give me any brainrot you have and lets rot together hehehe

#genshin sagau #sagau #sagau brainrot #self aware genshin #sagau x reader #genshin impact sagau #genshin isekai #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin cult au #sagau cult au #cult au #genshin kaeya #genshin impact kaeya #genshin dainsleif #genshin impact dainsleif

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caaaatoad · 2 years

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LOVE LANGUAGES

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Albedo, Kazuha, Xiao, Zhongli (separately) x gn!reader

Genre/format: fluff (headcannons)

Warnings: kissing, tooth-rotting fluff, physical intimacy (hand holding, hand on waist ect), bit angsty* in Zhongli’s couldn’t help myself :(

Summary: Are they fluent in the language of love?

A/N: Fellow fanfic lovers😩😩 PLSSS REQUEST SMTH I NEED MOTIVATION I will write your request in a day. ACTUALLY. I’m on summer break and I have NOTHING TO DO😭😭 // Part 2 w/ Childe, Thoma, Dainsleif, Itto, Sacra, Ayato, Gorou ??? Maybe😋😮‍💨💅

Kaeya

Physical touch.

Kaeya’s love language is physical touch. Despite the compliments and words of affirmations he gives you (and despite how very true his words are to you) - to anyone else they are nearly another part of his facade. Mere threads he’d string together in velvety tones.

Kaeya was really like velvet over ice - sultry voiced and silver tongued, he delivered his blows cold and sharp.

Somehow, you unravelled and melted down his walls the first time you brought him close after a stressful day - overwhelmed by your tender touches and how-touch starved he truly was. He honestly cried that day to you - he felt so vulnerable. Like his soul was stripped bare.

You didn’t even know the half of it as you sealed the gap between his skin and your lips, rubbing your warm hands down his back… soothing him.

Kaeya loves you, which is why he always likes a hand on the small of your back, your waist - or his favourite - in your own. The gentle squeeze he’d give occasionally spoke what his teases and flirts could not, softening his practiced smirk to a genuine smile.

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Diluc

Quality time.

Diluc is always at war with time. From running a winery in the day to being a literal, abyss-eradicating vigilante, the Dark Night Hero… the man barely gets enough hours left of the night to sleep.

When you came into his life, his love - Diluc would always fret how he would never be able to part the seas of his all-drowning schedule to spend enough time with you. He was worried you would grow bored, or worst of all - feel as if he didn’t care about you as much as he does. His thoughts were flames he could never quell behind his stoic, calm front.

As time went on, he began to realize it wasn’t the enemy at all. You in his lap, resting peacefully against his chest as you both watched the shimmering lakes surrounding the winery. He leans into to kiss the cheek he wiped grape juice off from both your snacking between harvests, then your lips - you taste sweeter than all the grapes in the vineyard.

You always make time for someone you love. He makes time for you and you make time for him. It didn’t feel like he was fighting against the clock anymore - it felt like an unspoken love language only understood by the both of you. A connection deeper than the wind and the anemo Archon.

Albedo

Quality time.

As surprising as it is coming from a man who spends most of his time working in his camp in Dragonspine, far enough from Mondstadt that the warm, calm winds grew teeth for a chilling bite in the midst of summer.

Like this place, Albedo always felt isolated from the world - like a lone, piece of chalk in a world full of colour - like the mountains of snow you’d always tread through to check up on him. Somehow, you always knew when he needed you to.

You would simply spend time with him. Pull him away from his work and studies - teasing him the way he stares at you when he *thinks you’re not looking proves he finds you far more interesting a study than his life’s work.

Managing to draw a huff from the ever-so stoic Cheif Alchemist of the Knights of Favonious - his cheeks are not the only thing you bring colour to when you spend time with him, or when he spends time with you in Mond.

You bring love as effortlessly as your strokes against the shared canvas and the colour it brings.

And as he he looks over at you - you may just be right.

Kazuha

Words of Affirmations.

Kazuha, ever the poet, sees and express his feelings of the world through flowery prose. Including the people in it.

It’s why he writes. How he expresses is how he shows love - and he likes to be loved in return.

Simple compliments. If it was modern AU good morning and goodnight texts. Congratulating you… cupping your face and rubbing his thumb over the apples of your cheeks and whispering how proud of you he is.

In his poems about you he’d write for you, they could be as fancy to comparing you to the wind. How you whisk through each fiber of his being, meeting every inch of his soul - but unlike the wind coming and going - you stayed like the taste of sea in the air, watching the shimmering water from the deck.

Usually, they would be as simple as three words. Often you tell him so - and it always affirmed him enough place in your heart to fully let someone in again.

“I love you”

Xiao

Acts of Service.

As touched starved as this little yakasha man is, Xiao feels the most loved when you do kind things for him. Protecting you, always triple-checking the areas and the surrounding lands you gather ingredients in are hillichurl-free .

All as you return the favour in whipping him up a delicious bowl of almond tofu after a long day of doing just that for the entirety of Liyue.

Xiao is no good with words. Honestly, he’s no mortal, and he believes mortals talk too much.

But everything Xiao does for you, speaks a thousand words and more. It speaks things he’s doubts any mouth could express - from taking a hit for you to carrying you inside when you wait for him to return on those cold, late nights.

They are all unspoken I love you’s.

Zhongli

Receiving gifts.

Like any other immortal being - Zhongli’s greatest enemy is time and having more of it than the people he loves.

Despite his memory, ever since becoming human the ex. Archon became more relaxed - especially his memory - no longer having the strength to hold onto each past detail like it used to.

Zhongli’s greatest fear is becoming an empty husk where time has withered everyone away - including from his memory.

So when he gives you random gifts… as much as he loves to spoil you (with mora he does not have 🤨) , his intentions is to leave a mark on your memory.

Because when you gift him anything, really - a kiss to his cheek or a warm cup of tea… you write your love in the sands of his mind and every time he worries time will crash over him like the shore, washing you away… your gift will solidify the memory.

All while your love softens his heart.

#kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #xiao x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin imagines

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gh0ullie · 2 years

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Love Languages!!

[ Thoma + Kaeya + Dainsleif + Itto + Albedo ]

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Thoma – Acts of Service

“Thoma, it’s fine,” you say.

“I insist,” he replies, taking one of the bags from your arms. “There’s no need for you to carry both of them when I’m here”

“Well… thank you, but I’ll have you know I’m perfectly capable.”

He laughs. “I know. I want to help you out anyway.”

You smile, slightly embarrassed at the attention, but not unused to it by now. The two of you are dating, after all. Thoma expresses his love with action, that’s just the sort of guy he is. Helping others comes naturally to him, and he wants to do whatever he can for you because he cares.

The two of you reach your home, and Thoma opens the door for you, ushering you inside. The two of you set the groceries in the kitchen and start unpacking them.

“Let me make us some tea,” he says.

“Nuh-uh, not this time! It’s my house, and you’re my guest. I’ll make it,”

“But –,”

“No buts!” you tell him. “I’d like to show you my appreciation too sometimes, you know?”

He looks surprised for a moment, seemingly shocked at the notion that anyone would want to help ease his burden, and a wide smile stretches across his face.

“Alright. But just this once.”

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Kaeya – Physical Touch

An arm wrapped around your waist as you sat next to your lover. He pulled you close, using his free hand to turn the page of the book on his lap. This sort of action came so naturally to him that he hadn’t even looked up.

A hand laced through yours, a pat on the head, these sort of casual touches were Kaeya’s speciality. If you were in his proximity, he immediately felt the need to close the distance between his body and yours. Almost as if he thought you’d disappear if he wasn’t holding on tight enough.

This casual sort of touchiness was reserved for you, and you alone, and these small expressions of his love made your heart flutter every single time.

Of course, it didn’t stop at casual touches. He held your hand at every opportunity, wrapped you in a hug with every greeting and parting, and he kissed you. He kissed you often, from light pecks on the forehead to deep, foot-popping kisses. That wasn’t even to mention what he’d do behind closed doors.

You leaned your head onto his shoulder, focusing your attention back onto your own book, heart warm knowing each touch was a display of his love for you.

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Dainsleif – Quality Time

Your lover was a quiet man. You’d been shocked when he’d asked you out, quite honestly. You figured he desired no attachments in this world, for fear of losing even more than he already had. But you were worth it.

Maybe that was why, every chance he got, he was by your side. Not necessarily for any reason, but just for the sake of it. He wasn’t touchy, and was the sort who only spoke when he felt it meaningful, but he was always, always there.

You’d learned so much about him, just spending time by his side. His favorite foods, his sleeping habits, the cadence of his walk and the shape of his presence. You’d learned that he wasn’t much of a drinker, because he hated the feeling of not being in control. You’d learned how he behaved when he did drink, and he did lose control. You learned of his heartaches, of his pride, of things that made him happy and things that he hated.

You’d gotten to where any moment without him there felt empty and endlessly lonely. You knew how important fighting the abyss order was, but if you could, you’d have him by your side every moment of every day.

Still, the time you did have with him was precious. He was more than you could have ever asked for.

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Itto – Words of Affirmation

“For you, gorgeous!” Itto held out a bag, which you took and looked inside of. Inside, you found two servings of sakura tempura.

“You’re the best,” you told him, a smile on your face.

His eyes sparkled, and a wide grin crossed his face.

“I know,” he said. “Only an awesome boyfriend like me would bring you lunch like this, but what can I say? I’m the most awesome boyfriend there is.”

You laugh. “Of course. That’s why I love you.” His grin widens as you open up the food and dig in. “I can’t believe you remembered my favorite! You’re so thoughtful!”

“‘Course I remember!” he said. “You’ve got great taste, just like me.”

This was how most conversations between you and Itto went. A volley of compliments, praise and verbal affection. It had started with him: he would compliment you every single chance he got, and you pretty quickly realized it was his way of flirting. Of showing his affection. You’d caught on well before that to the fact that he loved receiving compliments even more than giving them, and had inevitably fallen into the habit of hyping him up.

“Hey, Itto?” you said, your voice a bit soft.

He looked up from his own dish quizzically. “Hmm?”

“You really are the best, you know.”

Another smile, more gentle this time, spread across his face.

“I know,” he said as he reached a hand out to brush your cheek. “But you’re even more amazing than me.”

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Albedo – Receiving Gifts

His eyes went wide as you presented him with the box. “What’s this?” he asked, his voice curious.

“A gift.”

His eyes sparkled as he unwrapped the box, opening it to reveal an ornate fountain pen and inkpot.

“You got this for me?” he asked, looking up and meeting your gaze. His lips were curled into a soft smile, his joy clearly written on his face.

“I did,” you told him. “You’re always the one getting things for me, but this time I’m paying you back.”

It was true, Albedo was always showering you with gifts. He claimed it a natural consequence of his work, but either way, it overwhelmed you in the best way possible. From flowers that didn’t wilt to dazzling gowns that seemed lit by fireflies to the pendant you always wore, Albedo was always surprising you with gifts. The look on his face when you wore or ate or admired what he got you was your favorite thing in the whole world, and you’d trade every material gift for that expression.

At least, that’s what you’d thought. But seeing the look on his face now, receiving a gift from his beloved, it was even more dazzling than when he was giving you a gift.

“Thank you, so much,” he said, his voice endlessly warm. “I’ll treasure this as long as I live.”

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#genshin fluff #genshin impact #gender neutral reader #genshin x reader #genshin men #genshin imagines #genshin headcanons #thoma x reader #kaeya x reader #dainsleif x reader #arataki itto x reader #albedo x reader

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bubblefina · 1 year

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Je T'aime 1

Summary: Ever since y/n, princess of Khaenriah, was a child, there have been oddities surrounding her rule. She is sent letters every year on her birthday, laced with encrypted messages from her deceased mother. These letters lead her down a dark path, but with the help of her loyal guard, Dainsleif, she will uncover the truth and bring justice to Khaenriah once more.

Pairings: Dainsleif x f!reader

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Darkness covered the lands of Khaenriah. Not even one patch of grass was spared a brief moment of sun. It seemed as if the entire country went into a brink of panic. Today was the birth of their princess. The queen had started her labor early that morning.

The royal castle was bustling as her majesty was confined to her chambers in a heap of sweat. Multiple maids surrounding her as she groaned in what seemed like the most agonizing pain a person could go through. She gripped onto the bedsheets, panting as the doctor ordered for more bowls of water.

Her husband, the king, had heard of her condition and rushed through the jarring rain on his trusted steed to return to his wife. He had left for about 2 days to the border, warning the bordering country of their oversteps onto his land.

The doctor who’s hands had been wiping up towels covered with blood began to sweat. He has coached many women through birth before, but nothing like this. It was normal to bleed, but to this extent was highly dangerous.

“There is too much blood, is his majesty here?” the doctor asked one of the maids. She shook her head no, the empty bowl of water being clutched closely to her chest as she watched the scene unravel before her.

“Curses… I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep her in a stable position.” The doctor stepped back to look through his storage of tools, hoping to find a herb or concoction that may slow down the hemorrhaging.

“She was perfectly fine hours ago, how could her condition have dropped so quickly?” one of the maids asked, placing another bowl near the edge of the bed.

“We have been monitoring her this entire time, she has barely had anything to eat since her labor began.” Another maid said.

“What did she eat beforehand?” a loud voice echoed through the room. It was the king, sliding off his wet jacket onto a nearby chair before rushing over to his wife.

“Your majesty.” the maids bowed.

“She had nothing but a light broth because she did not feel like eating. It was made here in the palace kitchen, closely monitored by multiple kitchen staff.” A maid spoke up.

“We may risk losing the child if we cannot stop the bleeding, your majesty.” The doctor says.

“Please…” the queen whispered, “if it comes down to me or my child, do not pick me. This baby is the heir to this nation, please do not let it go.” the queen took all of her strength to utter what seemed like her last words and requests.

The king stared at her with a shocked expression. He could not believe that was her decision.

“Nonsense Mariam, you cannot make this decision on your own, my love. Choosing this baby’s life over your own…” his hand wrapped around hers, squeezing it. She could barely squeeze back, but gave him a small smile.

“My dear, this child is your future, our future. The country is depending on an heir to continue the lineage.”

Both of the lovers shared a look, tears clouding their eyes. The tender moment didn’t even last more than a few seconds before the queen began to cough up curdles of dark blood, her tears now staining her cheeks even harder than before.

“What’s happening?” the king asked the doctor.

“Her condition is deteriorating, your majesty. We need to operate in order to save the baby, but I am not sure if her majesty will make it.”

The queen grabbed onto her husband one last time, giving a nod of approval. The king decided to honor his wife’s last wish. The doctor brought out his tools and began to operate, trying not to listen to the groans of the queen, who desperately held onto her husband in an attempt to lessen the pain.

“I love you,” the king whispered into the queen's ear, “and my love will only be for you. This child will carry out both of our duties.”

As the king continued to whisper sweet words, the tense air was suddenly cut by the crying of a baby. The doctor cradled the newborn, ushering one of the maids to bring in a clean towel.

“Congratulations, it is a girl.” The doctor wrapped the wallowing baby in a cloth and placed it on her mother's bosom. The queen grasped onto her child, whispering sweet nothing's into her ear with whatever strength she had left.

“My love…your fingers.” the king grasped his wife's hand. The tips of her fingers had turned a deep black, as if they were about to crumble into ash.

“Your majesty-” The doctor began.

The king's eyes began to shake, as if he had seen this condition before. As if he knew exactly what was happening after but a single glance at his wife's current condition.

“This is poison…” the king gulped as he let go of his wife's hand, “my wife…your queen has been poisoned!”

“It could be something else! We do not know for sure.” The doctor argued, but the king would not listen.

“Who would dare defy the royal family, who had the nerve-!”

The king's grievance was stopped when the queen caressed his face with her palm. His majesty broke down into tears once more as he embraced his wife for what felt like the last time. The baby in her arms was taken by him, caressing the small bundle as he watched his wife pass. The room fell silent, allowing the king to grieve as he bid farewell.

“You did well.” the king kissed his wife’s head before stepping away to coddle the baby in his arms.

“Your majesty, the child-” the doctor said.

“We discussed baby names beforehand. It was something she looked forward to…if the baby had been a girl, then we would name it y/n.” The king got to look at his daughter's rounded face, his finger caressing her tiny hand as he smiled with sadness.

“Princess y/n. Long may she reign.”

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King Nasir of Khaenriah never forgot the day his wife died. Forever holding it in his heart that she was poisoned, but keeping it to himself. He needed to remain strong, which was unfortunate. Not being able to properly mourn the loss of his loved one, and then attempting to care for his new princess. He lived his life day by day, but never smiled as brightly as he did with his queen.

The king's paranoia grew, always feeling that an assassin was amongst his trusted advisors. He made people who showed their loyalty to him for years going through rigid tests to make sure that they were not traitorous. They, of course, were not allowed anywhere near his precious daughter. This decision was made easier by sending her to a separate castle that no one knew about.

Contact with y/n was limited, even for her own father. He only visited a few times a month, and at that point it was basically the maids that had raised her. By the time she had grown enough to communicate, the maids would tell her stories of her mother and father. Going on and on about how their love story was one of true love, nothing like it was ever seen within the 9 nations of Teyvat. Both of them were quite notorious.

She was barely able to understand what they were saying, mainly because she had not had the chance to experience love herself. What else could you expect from a 5-year-old who only cared about her snacks and toys.

It wasn’t long before an invitation to the main palace arrived at y/n’s residence. Her little villa packed with maids read aloud the letter, stating that she was invited back into the palace to live with her father. The maids of course would accompany her, the villa would once again be an empty residence.

A welcoming ball would announce her return.

Multiple nights passed until it was the day of the event. The maids made y/n look as if she were raised at the royal court her entire life, instead of being whisked away when she was a mere baby and raised in a far off residence.

However, it wasn’t as if all the nobles were going to be accepting of her. Not all of them were accepting of Nasir’s marriage to Mariam. She wasn’t of noble birth, her commoner background brought a lot of backlash when he announced their engagement. Despite the hateful protests, both of them were wed for many years until her unexpected passing.

“The royal carriage is outside waiting for you, your highness. Shall I escort you?” one of the maids asked. Her name was Farah. She had been the one y/n had tailed behind every time she was bored. Both of them became close, but they both referred to each other by their first name, so hearing her call y/n by her official title was weird.

Y/n however did not make a comment on it, but grasped her hand as both of them walked past the thick garden to the royal carriage, which was surrounded by two guards.

One of them was blonde, slightly blue gray eyes. He had a friendly smile on his face that looked even bigger once he saw the small princess. He stepped off of his horse and immediately bowed.

“Your royal highness,” the man kept his head level to her as he balanced himself on his knee, “My name is Kyza. I am captain of the royal guards. Your father has asked me to escort you to your ball tonight.”

Y/n hid behind Farah’s leg, afraid to show herself to this person she had never seen before.

“Aha, the quiet shy one isn’t she. Would you mind riding with her in the carriage, so she doesn’t feel as alone?” Kyza asks Farah, who nodded her head.

Both of them aboard the carriage, the coach whipping at the horses to start the journey. Y/n had never been able to see anything beside the gardens at her villa. The closer they got to the palace, the more lights decorated the trails leading up to the castle. It looked as if the scenery were right out of a fairy tale. Off of a small hill, even the villages were lit up with multiple different colors, as if to welcome home their princess.

“Are you enjoying the view, princess?” Kyza asks, looking at y/n. He noticed how the lights reflected in her eyes, as if they sparked her interest.

“Are the lights for me?” she asks in return.

“Haha, you guessed correctly. The notice of your return has been spreading around for days. The people are excited to have their princess return home.”

Y/n continues to stare at the lights until the carriage stops at the front of the royal palace. The guards stationed outside the palace assumed their position, saluting with their hands as they stood side by side. Y/n stepped out of the carriage with the help of Farah, who helped clean up her dress.

Since Farah couldn’t come with her, Kyza was the one who escorted y/n inside the castle. Walking down the bright corridor, which was layered with chandeliers. Both of them stopped at a large door which was decorated with gold detailing around the borders, the Khaenriah symbol in the middle. There were some voices behind the door, they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Kyza knocks on the door twice. Then multiple stomps of what sounded like feet banging on the ground were heard. The voices went quiet, the door opened. Without even one step, trumpets began to play, alerting all the nobles to look at the top of the staircase.

Looking down at the nobles below, y/n managed to lock eyes with the king, whose face lit up at the sight of his daughter wearing a beautiful gown. She truly looked like royalty. Kyza guided her down the stairs until she was at the last step, where her father stood and reached out his hand.

Y/n took her father's hand, and was led to the floor where both of them walked to the small stage where two thrones were placed. He invites her to sit next to him. Once seated, he roared to the attention of the nobles, announcing her presence.

“Next to me stands princess y/n. Your future queen. Returned to the palace as she had left as a baby, long may she reign.”

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Adjusting to palace life felt harder than it needed to be. It was easy living in the villa, since all y/n was allowed to do was play with her toys and read the occasional children's book. However, her father instantly assigned her tutors for multiple subjects a few days after her return.

The tutor for this hour was for reading and writing. Children's books just weren’t enough anymore. A princess should be able to read and write and accelerate her literary skills as she grows older. Books about different planets, the 9 nations of Teyvat, different dialects of the 9 nations. It was a lot for a child's brain to handle, but the tutor seemed to think otherwise.

“Can I take a break?” Y/n asks the tutor.

“Not now, princess, we aren’t done with this chapter.”

“But I'm tired…”

“Ah, princess. Will you be content if I fetch you a glass of juice?”

Y/n nodded as the tutor went out the door to the kitchen to grab a glass. She was familiar with the workings of the palace, so it wasn’t exactly necessary to call a maid for such a simple task.

Albeit, she certainly took her time getting a small cup of juice. Y/n began to walk around the room, her fingers occasionally running over the spines of different books. Did she read them? No, her boredom was at the forefront of her mind.

The palace gardens outside looked marvelous. It’s like she could see every single rose even though she was so high up on a balcony. The tutor looked as if she wasn’t going to come back, could she have been cornered by someone and held in a conversation? The lesson will supposedly end soon anyway, it wouldn't hurt to take a stroll in the garden.

Y/n opened the doors and slid out in between them. Her small stature was unnoticed as she made her way down multiple stairs and out into the palace gardens. There she frolicked amongst the flowers, picking up multiple fallen ones as she walked along.

She sat amongst a flower bed full of Inteyvats. They looked beautiful as they were in bloom, the bluish hue looked so delicate as she caressed them in her hand. She continued to admire them, and was completely taken aback when she heard a voice behind her.

“Excuse me miss?”

Y/n turned around and looked into the eyes of a boy. He stood similar in size to her, wearing a dark blue cloak around his shoulders. He had blonde hair that wisped over his bright blue eyes. They looked like jewels, staring straight at her.

“Yes?” y/n replied, holding a few inteyvats in her hands as she stood up to meet his gaze.

“What are you doing in the royal gardens?” the boy asks.

“I’m just picking out some flowers,” she twirls the stems in between her fingers, looking down at them before looking into his eyes once more, “who are you?”

“I’m the son of a knight, my father was talking to the king and I went off on my own.” the boy replied.

Y/n never paid attention to the knights that much, nor did she expect one of them to have a son her age. He seemed rather fixated on her for some reason, as if he was here for another reason.

“Do you want one?” she extended out a flower towards him, to which he grabbed it by its petal and put it into his palm.

“Are you the princess?” he asks.

Y/n turns her head as if she were confused, before she tries to answer.

“It’s just, you look like royalty. Wearing that nice dress…” The boy kept looking at the flower in his hands before he continued talking, “that and his majesty is asking for his daughter.”

“He’s looking for me?” y/n looked towards the palace, up to her room that she wan in not too long ago. Could the tutor have come back after she left?

The boy nodded. A small feeling of guilt crept up inside y/n, playing hooky with her lessons just because she didn’t want to wait for her tutor. Now her father is wondering about her whereabouts.

“I should go back then…” She stared down at the flowers in her hands, a slight frown upon her lips. Would her father be upset at her?

“We can go together, it won’t be as scary if you’re afraid of your fathers' reaction.”

The boy extended his hand to her, and she took it. Flowers resting in her other hand, both of them began to walk, as he escorted her towards the front of the palace. He had told her that his father made it clear that he should escort a noble lady if she was so willing, to make sure that she wouldn’t be alone when she made it to her destination. He did exactly that.

When the both of them arrived at the front of the palace, one of the palace maids took notice and told the king. Once Nasir took sight of both his daughter and the boy, he sighed in relief. He came to hug y/n immediately, having been worried that something or someone hurt her and took her away.

“I’m okay, dad. I left the tutoring session early…” y/n trailed off, afraid to look her in her father's eye, thinking he would be disappointed.

“My sweet girl, you must inform someone before you disappear like that. The palace went into a frenzy looking for you.”

After another hug exchange, the boy who escorted y/n spoke up.

“It’s a surprise no one looked in the gardens, your majesty.”

Nasir took notice of the boy, and laughed. It wasn’t a mocking laugh, more of a hearty laugh. The king rubbed the boy's head, getting up and calling over someone. Kyza, the captain of the royal guard, walked over, his eyes widening as he looked at the boy.

“Dainsleif!” the captain exclaimed, “what on earth are you doing here? I left you under the care of the maids.”

Y/n glanced at the boy, who is now known as Dainsleif formally.

“I didn’t want to be cared for by them, father.” Dainsleif replied.

Captain Kyza was the boy's father? Well, it would have made sense looking at both of them side by side. Kyza’s hair wasn’t as blonde as Dain’s, his looked more faded, perhaps after so many battles it lost its youthfulness.

“You… I’ll deal with you later. Was it you that found the princess?” Kyza asks.

“Yes, I found her in the royal gardens, sitting next to an area crowded full of Inteyvats.”

“Your boy is good, Kyza. He managed to find her before any of your appointed guards did.” Nasir chuckled.

“Please forgive me, your majesty, we were trying to cover the well known places first.”

The king nodded his head, showing that it wasn’t a big deal, at least not now. Knowing that his daughter was safe.

“However, I must give my gratitude to you, Dainsleif. You have eternal thanks.” Nasir bows his head towards Dainsleif, which earned a few gasps from the castle staff.

“Thank you, your majesty.” Dain nods his head back.

“On the other hand, I am glad that you’re the one that found the princess.” Kyza says, staring at the king. It seemed as if they both wanted to say something.

“That’s right, It’s good that the both of you have become acquainted with one another.” Nasir says in response.

“Why?” y/n asks, still confused as to why the two grown men were taking glances at each other.

“Me and captain Kyza have discussed getting a personal guard for you. Someone who will escort you wherever you would like to go, be there for you, protect you. Both of us have decided that Dainsleif would be the perfect match.”

“Your highness, Dain. This will not happen immediately, both of you are far too young. We’ll wait until both of you are at an age where communication with each other will be easier. Dainsleif will be training in the art of weaponry, fighting, amongst many other things. We hope that the both of you will be a good match for each other.“

There was a stiff silence as the four of you stood there, waiting for the next person to talk.

“I don’t want to.” Dainsleif speaks up.

“Dain, do not speak like that-” Kyza tried to cut in, but it was no use.

“Father! I do not wish to be a part of this.” Dainsleif cried out. It was a shock to y/n. She surely wasn’t expecting an outburst like this. He sounded as if he had been sentenced to death.

“Dainsleif, watch your tongue.” Kyza tried to shush his son, but Dain wasn’t having any of it.

“Why don’t I get to say anything! I don’t want to guard her!”

Dainsleif slips out of his father's grasp and runs towards another section of the palace. The boy who escorted her from the royal garden…disliked the idea of being her personal guard to this extent. It was hard for her mind to wrap around what had just happened. All that was left to hear were Kyza’s apologies to the king, and the king, who was trying to tell Kyza that it was alright.

If Dainsleif truly was going to be a part of the royal guard, and her personal guard in the future, y/n truly wondered how both of their relationships will play out when they reunite.

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Y/n never skipped a tutoring lesson again. She studied as hard as she could as the years passed. The subjects get slightly harder every year. Willing to learn almost anything to have an upper hand.

Taking interest in literature from multiple different regions of Teyvat. She started learning different languages and dialects, albeit it was only a little, a little is better than nothing.

Etiquette lessons started soon after y/n turned seven years old. By being able to behave and act properly at high class events, she would be looked at as a true member of the royal family. Etiquette would also be useful whenever she went into town as well. Being able to talk to both nobles and commoners would be very beneficial towards her future ruling as queen.

Another few years had passed. It was a special occasion this time around. It was y/n’s tenth birthday. A royal ceremony was to be held at sundown for the nobles and royals, but the town was decorated with Khaenriah’s colors across every plaza, multiple flags flooding every corner of the streets. Their royal princess was growing up so quickly, the people were joyous for her.

Y/n had a wonderful day strolling through the streets, going through different stalls, multiple people wishing her a happy birthday.

She stopped by a stall that had a fortune-teller. A glowing orb was placed in front of the woman, who held out her hand and asked if the princess wanted to know what her future would hold. One of the guards insisted that she shouldn’t indulge in whatever the woman was saying, but wanting to have some fun on her birthday, y/n appeased the woman and sat down in front of her.

“Thank you for participating, your highness,” the woman reached out her hand, “I need you to give me your palm.”

The guards were hesitant to let y/n give the woman her palm, but the girl insisted. She placed her palm on the table facing up, and the woman placed her own hand on top of hers. The woman closed her eyes, focusing. The orb in front of her began to glow.

The woman opened her eyes and waved her other hand above the orb. The colors changed, a pale yellow fog engulfed the orb, it looked pleasing to look at. It was warm, as if it was giving a hug.

“How will this tell my fortune, miss?” y/n asks the woman.

“The colors represent different things, your highness. Yellow represents happiness, good days to come. Red is passion, love, but it can also mean war. Black is death, misfortune.”

“Are those the only colors there are?”

“Of course not, but those are the main colors that people witness when having their fortune told. The color may change within a few seconds, so maybe we’ll see what life has in store for you.”

The color yellow remained for some time, which was reassuring. It slightly started to appear pinkish, then divulged into red. Y/n was perplexed, for the woman did say it could be love or war. Surely not war, the kingdom is peaceful.

It stayed red for some time before it turned darker. Y/n’s eyebrows furrowed together, watching the deep red turn into black. A few gasps from the guards were heard, and the woman herself looked shocked.

She waved her hand over the orb once more, and everything disappeared.

“Forgive me, your highness. Sometimes these things aren’t very accurate.”

The woman looked at the princess and saw her worried look.

“Your mother, your highness, was a good friend of mine.”

Y/n’s ears perked up when she heard what the woman said. People around the palace still spoke of the late queen once in a while, and if you could, you’d ask questions about her. Her passing truly did leave many people in heartache.

“We didn’t keep in contact much after she became engaged to your father, but we still met once in a while.” The woman reached into her clock and grabbed an envelope, trying to hand it to the princess.

The guards tensed up, ready to point their spears at the woman, but y/n raised her hand, telling them it was okay, but the guards insisted. The woman retracted the letter and gave a smile. Y/n waved goodbye to the woman, walking to the next stall. Perhaps if they were alone, she would be able to ask about her mother more, but not this time.

Hours were spent in the village plaza, talking to the common folk, hearing many birthday wishes left and right. It wasn’t until sundown that she made her return back to her room. The party in her honor was going to be held in an hour or so, but y/n just wanted a second to herself to relax. She told the maids to give her some space, so she could give herself some solitude and breathe.

Laying down on her bed, she stared at the intricate designs on her ceiling. Basking in the silence, she closed her eyes for a few moments. Flapping was heard at her window a few seconds later. She sat up from her bed and saw a crow at her window, an envelope between its beak. It squawked, releasing the envelope onto the nearby table before flying away.

Y/n looked in astonishment, slowly walking towards the envelope and opened it. It was a letter.

Dearest y/n,

I’m hoping that Ruksana will be able to give you this by your tenth birthday. I have heard some news that bears a heavy burden on my heart. It pains me to know that I will not be able to tell you this in person, but through a letter that may be over a decade old.

This is your mother, writing to you. I’m currently one month pregnant with you, it is rather a joyous occasion. On the other hand, I have been told rather dark news, I won’t indulge you in it right now as you are still young.

I desperately want to see you, how you’ve grown, the friends you’ve made, how you and your father are coping together in my absence. My sweet girl, the most you’ve probably heard about me is through stories, but I want you to know that your mother loves you. Even after I am gone, I will continue to love you, even if I haven’t met you.

I know that you will have many questions for me, and I will answer them as time goes on, but not now. You are far too young to know this information. I’m writing a letter for each of your birthdays, as many as I can. Until then, make sure to have fun. Being a princess is very tedious, so let loose once in a while. I love you my flower, be safe.

It was hard to process what she had just read. Y/n stared at the paper for who knows how long, trying to re-read each and every sentence. Would it be foolish to believe the contents of the letter? But the letters gave her a small amount of warmth. After only hearing stories about her mother, she was able to actually hear her words herself. It felt…heartwarming.

A knock at the door interrupted her daydream. The maids asked to come inside, had she truly spent this long staring at the letter? Putting the letter back in the envelope, she tucked it into a drawer where she would look at it later that night.

The maids dressed Y/n in her finest. A dark blue gown that had a black gradient towards the bottom. Gold embroidery trailing down and along the sleeves. The star of Khaenriah directly in the middle, shining brightly.

She was finally ready to head down and enter the party. The music of course turned to a different tune at her entrance, multiple nobles greeting her as she walked towards her father. As she stood next to him, she eyed the people in the room. She saw a few diplomats from Liyue and Sumeru, she had noticed them a few other times before, but never really talked to them. It would be hard to strike a conversation.

She kept scanning the area until she landed upon someone. He looked familiar. The golden blonde hair that shaded his jewel blue eyes. He was taller, carrying a sword at his hips. He was wearing a blue and black uniform, with gold embroidery. Y/n’s heart sped up when she realized they were practically wearing the same color scheme.

“Father, is that Dainsleif?” she asks.

“Haha, yes it is. He’s almost ready to join his father’s ranks, the youngest knight in the royal guard.”

Y/n continued to look at Dainsleif across the room. At first, it was out of curiosity, but when she recalled his outburst all those years ago, she became slightly peeved. He didn’t have a choice in the matter of joining the knights, but it still annoyed her to see him. Was this just childhood annoyance clouding her head?

“Let’s go say hello to Captain Kyza and Dainsleif.” Nasir said, starting to walk away from where he and y/n were standing before.

Y/n’s eyes blew wide, she tried to protest against her father, but he had already begun to walk. She quickly followed behind him, taking a deep breath when both of them stopped in front of Kyza and Dainsleif.

“Kyza, good to see you.” The king embraced his friend, and Kyza did the same.

“ Wonderful to see you too, and to you as well your highness,” Kyza bowed to which y/n sheepishly smiled at, “I wish you the dearest of birthdays.”

“Thank you, captain.” she replies. She tried not to look at Dainsleif at all, but once she heard a scoff laugh come from him, she turned her eyes and raised a brow.

“Pardon me, your highness. I wish you a happy birthday, too.” Dainsleif smiles, bowing the same as his father.

“Aha, thank you but… Have I seen you before?” y/n asks.

It was just a simple tease on her end, just to mess with his mind, but Dainsleif just smiled back.

“I am Dainsleif, your highness. Captain Kyza’s son.”

Nasir gave y/n a look before signaling Kyza to go somewhere else.

“We’ll give the both of you time to…talk. Don’t get rowdy, you two.” Nasir says, walking away with Kyza.

“I see your father finally tamed you, or was it the other knights?” y/n asks, a plain smile upon her face as she stares at Dainsleif.

“Have to be tame if I’m going to be a knight, after all. Plus, being your personal guard, I will need lots of patience“.

“Ha, you’re still going through with that? Last time, you made a big fit out of it.”

“Forgive me, princess, I was out of line with the comments I made. I hope we can start anew.”

There was mischief in his eyes, y/n knew he wasn’t being the sincerest. Perhaps he really was told to watch his tongue in front of the royal family. No matter, the less he says the better.

“I’ll leave you be for the night, enjoy the party.” y/n says, turning as she begins to walk away, leaving Dainsleif alone within the crowd.

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It had been around 6 months since the birthday party. Tonight’s event was going to be the knighting ceremony. New members of the royal guard would be knighted by the king, except for one. The plan was to have y/n knight Dainsleif personally, tying the string between guard and princess.

In her room, after the maids had left. Y/n pulled out the letter from her mother and read it once more, clutching the paper to her heart. There were only a few paragraphs, but 10 years of not hearing anything from her mother, only to get a letter on her birthday. It meant so much to the girl.

It was near winter time now, the air was cold. Winter garments were worn, as the ceremony was to be held outside. It’s said that knights who are knighted in winter are known to show more virtue than others, but that may just be a superstition.

Y/n stood next to her father as, one by one, every knight was tapped on their shoulders with the king's blade. The snow fell slowly on each of them as they walked toward the pavilion. The last person to walk up was Dainsleif himself. Nasir knighted Dainsleif officially, but y/n had to do her own part in announcing him as her personal guard.

A special sword was given to her. It was a skinny blade, gold detailing on the handle, along with sapphires embezzled into the blade and the handle. It was assigned to be y/n’s personal brand, and it was to be used to assign Dainsleif as her personal knight.

Dainsleif remained bowed on one knee, y/n approached him, sword in hand.

“With this sword, I shall decree that sir Dainsleif will act as my personal guard. He will pledge loyalty, devotion, and service to me. My safety will take top priority, he will be at my side, and he will remain at my side with nothing but good intentions,” Y/n tapped the blade along his shoulders, “and most importantly, he will do anything for my safety.”

“I pledge my loyalty to you, your highness. You will be protected in my care, I promise it.” Dainsleif says.

He gets up from his position, the crowd clapping. Dain bows once more before stepping away. He wouldn’t join the rest of his ranks, who were standing in a line outside the pavilion. He immediately stood next to his father, who was next to the king. Y/n did the same and stood next to Nasir.

As Nasir began to give a speech to the newly appointed knights, y/n tucked the sword into the satchel she had around her waist. Soon people were able to walk about and talk to each other. The ceremony had commenced.

Y/n stayed under the pavilion for a while longer, not wanting to look to her right side, where Dainsleif also stood. Nasir and Kyza both left to talk to the nobles who were watching the ceremony.

“I’m going to go talk to some nobles…” y/n trailed off, as if she wanted to say more, but nothing came to mind. She lifted her dress slightly as she walked down the stairs of the pavilion. She walked in solace towards a group, and when they noticed her, they roped her into a conversation.

“Welcome princess! We are so delighted to see you.” One of them exclaimed.

“It is a pleasure to meet you too, sir.” She did not know the name of the man, but still wanted to be polite.

“Goodness, just call me lord Tao. I’m an ambassador from Liyue. Came on behalf of King Zhongli to watch the knighting ceremony.”

“Aha, thank you for coming, Lord Tao. I hope that the ceremony was in good taste.”

“It was marvelous. Best of luck to the new knights.”

“Your highness,” another man began to speak, “allow me to introduce myself. My name is Raphael. I am a diplomat from Celestia.”

One of the more powerful countries in Teyvat. Celestia is the largest, with the best army, the best scholars, the best anything. One thing that could not be understood is why Celestia would send a diplomat to watch a knighting ceremony.

“It’s nice to meet you sir, I wasn’t expecting so many diplomats to watch the ceremony, but I’m happy that you’re here nonetheless.” y/n gulped slightly, all of these people varied greatly in age from her. She was afraid that she may seem too much like a child in front of diplomats, or say something wrong.

“Aha, the king instructed me to come. Give his good graces to the new knights,” Raphael gave a smile, “You should visit Celestia one day, princess. It truly is a sight to be seen. One of the most beautiful kingdoms in Teyvat.”

“I’ve never been outside Khaenriah.”

“My, you must go then. When you think about it, write me a letter. I would love to escort you myself. The guards of Celestia will do the most to keep you safe, your highness-”

“It is not the responsibility of the guards of Celestia to ensure her highnesses safety.”

Dainsleif appeared from behind, cutting Raphael off.

“Ah, you’re the personal guard.” Raphael says.

“Lord Raphael, I think you are speaking to the princess too casually. She has duties to fulfill in Khaenriah, do not cloud her mind with some vacation topic in another nation.” Dainsleif narrows his brows at Raphael.

“Forgive me, your highness. I didn't mean to overstep.”

“No, no! You didn’t do such a thing, Dainsleif is just-”

“It is my duty to escort the princess, to ensure her safety. The knights of Khaenriah will do their duty, not those of Celestia.”

Raphael's smile faded, a straight line formed upon his lips. He bowed and began to walk away. Y/n stared in shock at what just happened. The rest of the group bowed as well and took their leave.

“You-why would you do that?” y/n asked, turning towards Dainsleif with panic in her eyes.

“He had no right to put those ideas into your head, you’re too young to be talking to diplomats who are more experienced than you.”

“I was trying to be nice to them! And they were nice to me, why did you have to be so rude about it.”

“Your highness, if I may. Kindness will only take you so far. Take this as a piece of advice, they should not be talking to you about traveling to a different country, especially when you’re this young.”

“Ugh, with a guard like you, it will be impossible to make friends.”

“With a guard like me, there won’t be an assassination attempt on your head.”

Y/n didn’t have any words left. She simply took a deep breath and walked away. It’s as if every encounter with him will end in nothing but worse feelings.

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thespianinthebackcorner · 3 months

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Thespian is dainsleif a good father figure or am i just insane.

How come we ALWAYS see people say NASTY ARCHON USERPER ZHONGLI is a father and papa and granpops🥺🥺 but NO ONE ever considers DAINSLEIF, THE TWILIGHT SWORD, HUMANITY ADVOCATE, CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL GUARDS a father figure. He has (had) a STABLE INCOME, has (had) A GOOD POLITICAL PLACE, has (had) SO MANY KNIGHTS WORKING UNDER HIM. SO MANY AUNTS AND UNCLES (halfdan rip he's in a better place than other khaenri'ahns now), has (had) EMOTIONAL STABILITY (i think. it looked like he had from that one halfdan cutscene), AND WOULD GIVE YOU THE MOST JUICY LORE WORTHY DADDY ISSUES POST CATACALYSM.

STUPID ZHONGLI HAS NONE OF THAT EXCEPT MAYBE THE AUNTS AND UNCLES POINT like yeah cloud retainer or whatever🙄😒 but is she as good as YNGHILDR/HALTAF/EDGETHO/HYGLACG/SERKIR/BULIWYF/RONETH/HERGER/RETHEL???? (various black serpant knights we kill for one gloomy statuette we use to level up ayato'a weapon) NO!!!

This is quite the ask do you need sleep? Don't hate me for the response please-

Right, so I think this ask requires a bit of standardizing as to what a "good father figure" looks like. I'm gonna put it in dot points.

Stable income

Emotional stability

Kindness

Has worked with kids before (optional)

Knows how money works

Has a place where you can certainly go to find him (work or home)

Wants or is comfortable working with kids

Family members they can rely on as backup

I think part of Zhongli's "father figure" reputation is because he actually has kids in a sense (the Yakshas) and hangs around kids a lot (Hu Tao and her friends). It's also affected by his personality, since he has that old man stereotype of not really knowing how new things work. He's six thousand years old and acts like it- he is literally old enough to be someone's granddad. Zhongli is also connected with Xianyun, Madame Ping and a couple other people he has for backup, like you said. He's also quite kind towards the Traveler, as well as other people he sees in everyday life. So he checks off most of my little list:

Stable income ✅

Emotional Stability ✅

Kindness ✅

Previous Experience with kids: ✅

Money knowledge: ...❌

Place to find him: ✅ (Wangsheng)

Comfortable with kids: ✅

Backup family members: ✅

Dainslief, on the other hand, disappears quite a lot, is constantly tracking down the Abyss Order and going into dangerous places, is generally very apathetic and from his treatment of Paimon probably doesn't like kids all that much. Since I used current Zhongli instead of Prime Zhongli for my analysis, I'm using current Dain for this too. And current Dain also has the issues of trauma from the Cataclysm, being sought out by the Abyss Order, not having a stable income because of Celestia, and also the constant pain from Celestia's curse iirc. So he's generally got a lot of problems. He's kind, but in an apathetic way, where he tends to leave his problems to himself and tells you to solve your own- it's only when there's a common interest that he helps. So going back to the checklist Dain doesn't do much.

Stable Income: ❌

Emotional Stability: unsure but I'm going ✅

Kindness: ❌ not to a father figure degree

Worked with kids: Unknown

Money Knowledge: unknown, Khaenri'ah might have had their own currency

Place to find him: ❌

Comfortable with kids: ❌

Backup family members: ❌

Not much there. Now, if we knew any more about Prime Dainslief, he'd likely check off a lot more- like you said, Prime Dainslief has a stable income, a home you could find him at, backup family members/friends to help, and depending on who he was pre-Cataclysm might even have been willing to work with kids. Having said that, if we compare Prime Dainslief to Prime Zhongli, then Dain would absolutely win (since Prime Zhongli was in the Archon War) but since it's Current Dain and Current Zhongli it's different.

So yeah, though they're both considered daddy they're not equally viable for dad status.

#genshin impact #genshin #dainslief #zhongli genshin impact

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Kaeya's design

as a kaeya enthusiast and lover, i spend an ungodly (haha) amount of time looking at him so here are some things about his design that others and i have noticed! its gonna be a long post so sorry about that

starting off by saying that kaeya's design mostly consists of "two sides" in a way, his mondstat side and his khaenri'ah side.

his mondstat side includes his vision, the full side of his cape in the back, the earring he wears. the khaenri'ah side includes his eyepatch, the wisp of lighter hair in his bang, a clipped cape ("wing") and the majority of the fur coating. all across his design there a bunch of those stars we see associated with khaenri'ah, one being in his pupil which was a confirmed trait to khaenri'ahn people ever since we saw dainsleif.

(i need it to be noted to kaeya's eyepatch is stressed on a lot in game, its constantly referred back to most of the time when kaeya is brought up, he has a voiceline about it, traveler has a voiceline about it, its mentioned right when we start the quest with dainsleif, and its related back to fischl so. do with that what you will, he's also the only one from the eyepatched characters that wears it on the right side other than signora but fatui and khaenri'ah is an entirely different topic, but we do know khaenriah loves the entire one eye thing)

kaeya shares a lot of overall similarities with cryo abyss mages, mostly in playstyle but appearance as well, most notably the fur coat he keeps thrown over his shoulder, the "bunny ears" in his hair (ahoge?) and his boots. (in playstyle he's similar in the sense that he teleports on his fifth attack, his ult is similar to the icicles they produce after their shield is broken, he produces his own shield at c4 etc etc)

i saw someone point this out on reddit but i cant find because it was a while ago but regardless, they brought up his boob window in his design and how it can be perfectly covered up by the symbol abyss heralds and khaenri'ahn soldiers have on their chests.

which is sort of interesting because we know abyss creatures we fight are cursed khaenriahn people, but also, kaeya is seemingly unaffected by the curse. for those who dont know when khaenri'ah was destroyed in the cataclysm its citizens were cursed to immortality and went through various transformations, yet kaeya seems unaffected because he continued to age "normally" (as normal as someone born supposedly 500 years ago can age)

in the chasm quest dainsleif mentions the existing of a device that apparently keeps him from transforming into something else, (i can find a screenshot of the voice line if someone asks) but doesn't help with the immortality issue. there's a lot we don't know regarding that entire situation but i hope to get crumbs in 2.8 since we're getting mona + diluc content

speaking of dainsleif, today there was a certain story teaser that was dropped and id be a fool not to mention the clear connection between pierro, the first fatui harbinger known as the jester and our beloved kaeya. this is him for reference

pierro shares a few attributes with kaeya that are most certainly worth mentioning. the way that the lightning portrays pierro here sort of covers the right side of his fur cape and only leaves one fully showing, similar to kaeya's one-shoulder fur cape. upon a closer look there is a star pupil in his eyes which as we know is a khaenri'ahn thing, the reason i mentioned dainsleif was because his mask vaguely resembles his. one of his eyes is covered like kaeya's, he has an opening in his shirt on his chest in a heart shape that's come to a close at the top by some type of crystal similar to the ones kaeya has littered all over his outfit.

they both share a blue crystal earring and eye shape, pierro has the long star littered over his design as well, and there is a tuft of blue/dark hair in pierro's just like kaeya has a strand of silver. they also share a similar jacket design, which is more of a fatui thing in general but still should be mentioned.

and regarding the silver hair in kaeya, i find it worthy to note that in his splash art and in the manga, he's missing the strand of hair over his left ear. it might be just because they simply forgot to add it because it is rather small, or the silver in his hair is expanding to other places.

(drawing attention to one of his voice lines,, when we asked about his eyepatch kaeya says he inherited it from his grandfather, similarly to how kids inherit hairstyles from parents.. do with that what you will)

one thing i want to note though is his cape, the full one. if you look at it you might think it looks vaguely familiar, wanna know why?

(a lot of people theorize the log in screen is celestia, and that the nails in dragonspine and now the chasm are fallen pillars from there) for someone from a godless nation its sort of weird that he seems to have that connection to something seemingly celestial huh? and you might think but his cape only has three of those wings, the nails and statues have 6!!! well wrong! kaeyas cape is double sided so he does, in fact, have 6.

(someone in reblogs reminded me its also on the statues of the seven after you upgrade which is right and where i actually first noticed it LMAO but you get the gist, celestial design)

i think its also worth to note that paimon shares that in her design, as well as the star. im going to leave the theories about this for later

this is all i can come up with at the moment, im sure there's more than im missing but this is solely for his physical design, theories will come later because im always thinking about him (im personally a supporter of the prince kaeya theory even though i think like abyss herald or mage is more realistic LMAO but a person can dream)

EDIT: I FORGOT HIS VISION IM SO SORRY

this is the back of kaeya's vision, the only notable things are the lack of a third wing probably signifying he's sort of out of place, and the swirl? wave? whatever you wanna call it is on the wrong side. every other character with a double sided vision has the swirl on the other side like jean, diluc, mona, eula, lisa (etc..? i havent seen anyone else with a double sided vision which is also interesting, at least from mond)

here's diluc's vision for comparison (also backside)

#i wanted to add the unknown god about the star #but that just opens up a black hole of things so im leaving it #for now #anyway kaeya sexy man brr #i like his design a lot #kaeya #kaeya alberich #prince kaeya #kaeya theories #ish #genshin impact #kaeya lore #khaenri'ah #dainsleif #mona magistus #diluc #mondstat #paimon #kaeya's eyepatch #i can make an entire seperate post about kaeya's eyepatch from how much its mentioned #ill probably make another post later including his everything else #namecard and constellation specifically #kaeya's vision #pierro #fatui harbringers #celestia #i think its likely that pierro is kaeyas dad #solid theory that was already brought up before but now with pierro's official design its sorta yk #has a looot more basis and it makes sense #why diluc was so riled up about kaeya being a khaenriahn spy when in reality he told him hes part of the organization that killed his dad L

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favoniuscodex · 1 year

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2 yr anniversary prompt event!

thanks for sticking by my side for these 2 years of incessant dilucposting, weird anons, and incomplete series! luv u all and may all of your genshin rolls NOT result in a favonius codex (unless you want it for some reason... it's pretty useless iirc?)

here's my 2 year event! event rules:

please only submit one full request! i would love to do multiple reqs for ppl but i'll only open it up to multiple if i have the energy!

you can submit a single prompt (i.e. late night visits). please do not submit more than one prompt. thanks for understanding!

you can submit up to three characters in a single request!

request example: "hi! if interested, could you write for alhaitham and kaeya for [prompt]? thanks!"

characters available for me to write for:

albedo, alhaitham, ayato (finally, ayato likers, this is ur once chance), childe, cyno, dainsleif, diluc, dottore, heizou, itto, kaeya, kazuha, mona, pantalone, rosaria, shenhe, thoma, wanderer/scaramouche, xiao, yoimiya, zhongli

prompts: (new prompts are in italics!)

plot (and some dialogue) prompts:

a beautiful bouquet

a horribly wrapped gift

a newfound discovery

accidental confession

accidental phone call/text

an arm around your waist

"archons, can you stop with that for a moment?"

blind date

denial of feelings/affections

"eyes on me."

flustered by a display of strength

frozen in time

"have i ever told you how wonderful you look?"

holding hands and staring into each others eyes

fainting in front of them

gentleness among wreckage

"gods, you're strange"

"i need you."

"i would wait for all eternity just to hear you laugh"

"i'm cold, come back to bed."

in sickness and in health

kissed breathless

late night visits

love notes/gifts mysteriously appearing

misunderstood disappearances

no one else i'd rather be with

oblivious pining

on the brink of death

"please forgive me"

protective gestures

proposals

public displays of affection

"really? you? jealous?"

relationship memorabilia

rivalry over you (submit 2 characters only for this prompt :) )

sensitivity

shrouded in darkness

sparring practice

trying out a new pet name

their younger sibling plays matchmaker

trapped in a closet together

unable to save you

villainous duo

we're sworn enemies/rivals... right?

"why does everyone think we're dating?"

worriedly fretting over nothing

"you're irritating."

#genshin impact x reader #got carried away w the list of stuff LOL #axia.2yrevent

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tenebriism · 11 months

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The arrival of another season, as ever prompts the arrival of another letter, etched once again in a familiar slanted hand. She’s never quite sure how the letters get to Dainsleif; or if indeed they always do, but the sentiment is there, as often as she can spare it. Perhaps now more than ever, given the changing world in which they both seem to presently reside.

To the man cloaked in starlight,

Can you believe it’s three months since I last wrote to you? It seems to be a tradition now to reach out whenever the seasons change; a familiar sort of comfort amid the constant ebb and flow of time. Are you keeping well? I hope so at least, most ardently. Summer can be a cruel mistress otherwise, when heat and allergies combine to cause a potent mix of sneezes and watering eyes. My Cavalry Captain is suffering a little at the moment with the influx of dandelion pollen, but I hope wherever you are, the climate is a little kinder.

Although it’s a while since we last spoke, I still think of you often. Near daily in fact, I’ll stumble across something and find myself curious as to whether you’d like it, or if it would spark the same emotion in you as it does in me. A song here, or a flower there. The stars in particular forever seem to resonate with my memory of you. So much so, I find myself working later and later, just to catch a glimpse of those twinkling beacons overhead to remind myself we’re under the same sky, no matter the distance.

Things here are ticking away as usual, though I must admit things have been a little busier as of late. There’s something stirring to the North, although I can’t be sure what, and abyssal activity continues to be on the rise. I know it doesn’t need to be said, but please stay safe wherever you are and I shall endeavour to do the same. There’s still a long time between now and the next lantern rite and I’d very much like us both to remain in one piece until then. So consider this a pact. Sealed in an ambiguous lipstick stain (a silly homage to when we first met) and a sigil of the Lord Barbatos himself.

In your last letter, you mentioned a loss of self. I wasn’t sure I understood it then, but I think I do now. There are things in life we sacrifice for the greater good. Parts of ourself that have been chipped away by time or circumstance, or willingly surrendered or buried, a price paid to balance some cosmic debt beyond our control. If these letters can give you even a small snippet of yourself back, I will consider it an honour. Since if truth be told, your replies have done much the same for me.

It sounds silly now that I write it down and I don’t wish to scare you away with too many declarations of sentiment. But know that I thank the archons every day that they brought you into my life.

Be safe, dear knight. Be well.

Until next time,

- J.G. x

To: The Dandelion Favored by the Wind,

Has it truly been three months? Time is something of a myth to me, now. Whether a week has passed or a month, I can hardly keep track; I only know that, regardless, I look forward to your writings. They are a pleasant repose from the harshness of reality.

I am as well as one can be. Thankfully, nature and her pettiness does not affect me, but I send well wishes to your ailing Cavalry Captain. Do encourage him to take care of himself, both for his own good, as well as yours; I am certain you would not hesitate to take on his work as your own, should he be indisposed, and your detailing of your workload has become repetitive, in that regard.

You should really take better care of yourself . . . yet, you are hardheaded and stubborn, so I will continue to wish for your health and well-being whilst I am not there to look after you. I will endeavor to look after myself if you do the same. It would be most . . . upsetting, were the next year to come around and only one of us is in attendance to what has become a much adored tradition. It . . . you . . . are the only thing I have to look forward to.

Please, do not take that away from me.

Perhaps, by then, I will be able to tell you more about myself. I find the desire to do so ever-growing with each letter I receive from you, but I fear that your reaction may be unfavorable. It is easier to put words to paper, than to speak them . . . at least, for me, it is. I wonder if you would look at me differently if you knew who, and what, I am. If I may very well ruin this strange, albeit comforting arrangement we have. You are kind and patient, and I know I am foolish in my fears, but this is a weight I have carried for far longer than fathomable.

Maybe you are the one I am meant to find freedom in . . . more than I already have. Nonetheless, I am running out of space to write, and I must keep moving if I am to avoid potential obstacles in my travels.

Until I am able to see you again, dearest wind blossom.

@gunnhildred ;; ♥

#gunnhildred #[ every single letter he sends sounds more and more relaxed #and more and more personal. <3 the way they are progressing and getting closer with each interaction...#it FUELS me. ]#muse ;; DAINSLEIF ( ANSWERED ASK )#muse ;; DAINSLEIF ( ♥ JEAN . GUNNHILDRED )

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sumerun · 2 years

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sumeru archon quest act 2 appreciation post

HEAVY HEAVY spoilers warning, wall of text

note: i know the game said it wasn’t a time loop but for simplicity’s sake we’re keeping that phrase

honestly, i’m still riding the high of the archon quest so i will be very biased in my opinions LMAO. however from reading some friend’s and randoms’ opinions, i think we can all agree to a certain extent that this is one of the best if not the best archon quest to date. it’s such a mindfuck, wonderfully executed and so much more engaging. this is what inazuma should have been instead of the rushed mess that we got. i knew that the writing was going to improve bc MHY is no stranger to well-written stories (honkai, dainsleif’s and inazuma npc’s quests) but i certainly did not expect such drastic improvement this patch lmao.

first i want to go back and look at previous nations and why i hated the format of the missions. (to be fair i know that story-heavy live services games usually get better over time and not perfect the first few years but just using these points for comparison ;)). mondstadt and liyue, imo, is just there to set a foundation and test the waters. how the story was delivered was very boring. it’s pretty much: you walk here, read dialogue that most skip anyways, fight for 3 seconds, watch characters do the same 3 talking animation, cue cutscene, conclusion. look, i may be able to play visual novels for hours, but when i play genshin i expect something much more engaging than that okay lol. story is supposed to excite you, keep you immersed and encourage you to keep coming back to it. but i really didn’t feel that with mondstadt and liyue. most of the excitement were boss fights and cutscenes. if you asked me what happened in-between, i wouldn’t really remember much LMAO. inazuma was slightly better but followed a very similar format. i think we were all hyped from raiden shogun reveal and new region that we just kinda accepted whatever we got. Inazuma’s quests were better near the end with yae miko’s and raiden’s quest for certain though. building up to sumeru, we had a LOOOT of unanswered questions and no one seems to know or want to talk. this frustrated me a lot bc the only time we get to learn more about our sibling/khaenri’ah was through dain and that motherfucker appears like TWICE in the duration of one nation KJASEK. so as we enter sumeru we have a LOT of anticipation for something MORE, whether that’s through better quests or getting actual answers about the other sibling/abyss. inazuma is not completely flawed and is amazing in its own way but it should tell you a lot that I was already kinda done with the region by 2.4 ish.

now to actually talk about why i think act 2 was so good. i love time-loop like tropes ok? like a lot. it’s a complex trope to write and the audience can very easily get lost and frustrated trying to follow it. however, if developed with care, it’s extremely rewarding for both the writer and us pea brains gacha addicts. it’s not perfect as i think MHY could’ve done better than a “collective dream” as the reason for samsara. the conclusion was a tiny bit jarring with nilou being the host bc she barely appeared. but everything else was incredible. i appreciate that they tried to make that trope work within genshin’s lore. if anyone has ever watched madoka magica, i think it’s a great example of why time-loop like tropes are so good. simply, it’s disturbing. (madoka spoilers skip to next bold text if needed) the creator of madoka confirmed that homura has ran through at least 100 timelines to attempt to save madoka. when i watched it, i personally didn’t even get the hint that homura was stuck in a time-loop lmao. (end of spoilers). i like that the time-loop in genshin was similar to this. we sensed that something wack was going on. our memories are erased and we keep repeating the festival until the duo consistently retain their memories. nahida confirmed that they went through at least 20 time loops before realization. that is so eerie to me. i would legit question everything i ever knew about time and reality lmao. paranoia would overwhelm you and you can’t help but think if you’re truly of out the “dream”. if the duo wasn’t protected by plot armor, they could’ve been trapped there for an eternity. autonomy over your own life lost bc of some petty scholars. it’s that feeling of helplessness and trapped with no way out is what makes this quest so terrifying.

so that’s reason #1: time loop tropes are cool and it was executed well majority of the quest. reason #2: better audience engagement. aw man 100 chefs kiss to the teams that worked on this together. i don’t want to ramble but to summarize the following things really helped me stay engaged in the story:

- camera work: I might be very wrong there were some shot that utilizes actual camera techniques such as dutch angles and dolly zoom. subtle maybe but it was there. these are great for giving the feeling of uneasiness. and it was a great way to lead the audience too - dunyarzad: she was fleshed out very well! i was attached to her early on and even shed some tears during the dancing cutscene lmao she feels much more alive bc she had a purpose and relationships (nilou, dehya) that we care about. teppei lacked a lot of that and while i adored his character, i can’t deny that dunyarzad was more complex and believable - deduction mechanic: for once the player actively participates in the story!!!! it was so cool piecing things together. it helps making you feel like you’re a part of the mystery. aaaaanddd it confirms that the traveler is an established protagonist that actually speaks and not a piece of cardboard voiced by paimon. - battle of wits: we always see paimon solving issues via brute force but i think this is the first time we really get to watch them use their intelligence and observational skills to get out of this sticky situation. it was so refreshing to do a quest that was more mystery oriented. i definitely need more quests like this bc the dynamics/bonds between the duo truly shines here! - small little things such as art of young dunyarzad speaking to nahida, and mini-cutscenes of the duo time-looping to show quest progression. it helped liven the quest for me!

- traveler: traveler feels so much more human here. like I LOVED that they were mourning dunyarzad and angry at themselves for being unable to protect her. paimon has always spoken for them and we don’t really get to see traveler express their own thoughts and emotions a lot. I feel much more attached to the traveler bc of this imo. I’ve always seen them as a blank slate (and they are for the player but I see them more as an OC)

CONCLUSION

whether or not they're listening to our feedback regarding story (certainly not for character design oop), this is very exciting. i love the direction that they are going in in terms of storytelling and execution. this specific act is more story than action so it's possible that this gives MHY more leeway to be creative. but i'm gonna send them a fat feedback to make sure they keep some of the elements i mentioned bc i refuse to go back to the 40 minutes of pure dialogue and talking animations. the sumeru plot line has potential to be one of the best AND very dark thematically but will mhy actually do it??? we’ll find out in 3.1 and 3.2!

#if u read this whole thing ily #i already want to replay it #i promise i'll start posting more edits again skjease #sen speaks #sumeru spoilers #genshin spoilers #3.0 spoilers

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dutybcrne · 9 months

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@strdstd said : [Dancing] My muse is dancing with yours, my muse pulls yours closer to their body and starts touching them intimately while dancing. {From Dain for Halfdan. owo} 『Meme || Accepting』

After all that planning and training, at long last they had it: A decent breather. Sure, there was still much to be done, Stars, how there was was so much to do. He wouldn't deny that, nor how pressing the matter was. But to Halfdan, they'd done plenty themselves as it was. A single moment’s reprieve was exactly what they needed, now more than ever.

So naturally, he would use that break to prepare something nice for them. To go off the instant he was allowed leave and prepare nice little array of snacks beforehand. To bring them, as well as a nice vintage, to his—no, their—room, then proceed to hunt down his beloved to drag him back there. Because he damn well knew Dainsleif would need the reminder, or he would keep on working himself right to the bone.

Stars, he loved them. But, stars, they worried him so.

Regardless, even if it took him a bit of pleading and plenty of playful eyerolls and exasperated, yet, fond sighs, his task was at last completed. With his bubbling excitement, Halfdan damn near felt they were back in their days in Khaenri'ah. Stumbling out of training together, hushed laughter and voices spilling from them on their way home. Coming back from a stint through inteyvats, the blooms laced in Dainsleif's hair, some knocked askew after a light tussle brought on by good-natured taunts and their haste to rush back.

He felt it again when he'd shown Dainsleif what he'd prepared for them, warmth flooding his chest and pride frothing up like bubbles soon after.

He felt it once more when they'd enjoyed the taste of the wine. Neither could get so affected by the alcohol as they once had been, but what did it matter, when it was the memory and enjoyment of the rich flavor that he had been hoping to delight in?

But truly, he felt it most when he'd pulled Dainsleif to his feet when the wine had been long drained. To his feet, and sweeping him in a dance to the rhythm of their song.

Clumsily so, perhaps, as Halfdan was more laughing than truly singing. More stumbling than nimbly stepping as he'd speed up the song deliberately, trying to catch Dainsleif off-guard in a spur-of-the-moment little contest, to trip him up to catch and tease him over it. But of course the man could still keep up. Keep up, even laughing and matching his voice with a steadier, rasped voice. Spinning and dancing faster, and faster, until they found themselves panting, braced against each other.

They spun slowly, like underwater...or was it the room spinning, not them?

"You fool."

Light scolding reached Halfdan, even through the sound of his thudding heart in his ears, past little thumps of his beloved's hand on his back to help ease his breathing. Right—overexerting himself did that. Of course Dainsleif would remember, while he got so caught up in the joy of the moment.

Some things really didn't change,

The thought had Halfdan smiling as he lifted his head up. Lifted his head, and pressed a quick kiss to Dainsleif's lips to shut him up just a little ( aaaand yup, there was the firmer thud upon his back in protest ).

"S'fine," he would mumble, as parting would start up Dainsleif's concerned, yet now flustered, fussing anew, "I can handle being a little breathless. You know that better than anyone."

A mischievous grin tugged at his lips as he'd duck his head down to dodge the potential look that would surely cross Dainsleif's features at that. Little snickers would leave him as lips brushed against his beloved’s jaw, little hums in acknowledgement at whatever scolding he would get—ahh, he could worry about all that later.

Right now...well, right now, a kiss pressed just underneath the sharp jut, then another just below that as they would sway a slight, delighting in the little shivers a playful little nip at his skin would rend. Another, another, plenty more followed as the exasperated attempts to get him to sit down so he wouldn't agitate his breathing again would at last quiet under his efforts to distract his beloved. He'd commend the effort, but, well, as if Dainsleif could have ever won out here.

That thought would rend a smug, content hum from him as he at last buried his face into his beloved’s neck, preening under the hand that moved to run through his hair.

"I win," Halfdan mumbled, chuckling at the scoff it earned him. Though even with that...his smirk dampened a slight. Were it most any other time, he could indulge himself and let himself fall deep into Dainsleif’s embrace, without a qualm. And he ought to now. This was what all his planning had been for. Right now though…the closeness would only draw a new thought into mind. One of a notion he'd entirely forgotten in the joy of being able to have this moment with his beloved.

Louder than the soft thuds of Dainsleif's heart and the breaths leaving his lips, the thrum of the curse was palpable, even as Halfdan rested against the side opposite to it. He was close enough to see the edges of it against the softness of Dainsleif's skin, shimmering and shifting like the edges of a mirage.

If only it were as false an illusion as one, too.

The thought had his lips pursing in a slight frown at the thought. That curse…he himself might find perfect reprieve from the stress of their duties and mission in this quiet moment, but Dainsleif…unlike him, Dain still suffered that blasted curse. Nothing he did would ever hope to take that away. Dainsleif would bear it, and continue to bear it even while the stress of his burdens would be eased.

Ugh, he was such a fool!

How could that have slipped his mind? That there was more to why Dainsleif always pushed himself especially so as of late, besides an old habit that wouldn't die and his own sense of duty. That Dainsleif would never truly be at rest, no matter what Halfdan would try. He would forever still felt that agony eating away at him, day by day, who knows for how much longer…!

"Tsk...!" Halfdan's hand moved, gliding over Dainsleif’s waist, tracing where the cursemarks may follow. Feeling the thrum of it against his palms, resistance of toned muscle beneath the man's clothes pushing back against him. Against gentle, but firm pressure under every touch, palmed down as though he could hope to soothe those marked places the way Dainsleif had done for him earlier—stars, why was Dainsleif’s waist so slender? Had it always been this way?

The thought almost had a growl rising in his throat, had him pulling the other impossibly closer, even through a small flash of fear the tight embrace might hurt him, at the soft sound in surprise to got him. Still thoughts lingered, only adding to his worries...had the curse truly taken such a toll on Dainsleif? Was he not eating well? Or was it something else? Stars, how could he just realize this…

…aaaaand the fact that they’d long since stopped moving. Probably since his hands had started to wander. One of which that kept them pressed tightly together, gripped low at his beloved's hip. He should...he should really let him go. He really should—stars, had he really lost himself in thought and mindlessly touched as he damn pleased—?!

"Dain, I—" Halfdan promptly froze, any and all mortified attempts at apologies himself caught on his tongue in likewise realizing Dainsleif seemed to have stilled as well, shaky breaths at his lips.

His mouth opened and closed, once, twice.

A soft little whine rose up in his throat as he buried his face in Dainsleif's shoulder. Both out of a twinge of guilt, and so the other wouldn’t see the horrid red flush on his face now.

Stars, what did he do...?!

“I’m...I'm so sorry, Starlight, I—I-I wasn’t thinking—or...I was, I just—" Stars, he almost felt like back during their earlier days in their relationship, so flustered and awkward. Tripping right over his worse like a fool— “I'm sorry, I-I just...couldn’t help but wonder if…right here—" Gingerly shifting his hand to brush back upwards, he would carefully watch for even the most minute of movements. If Dainsleif would want him to let go, or if he moved to meet it.

Perhaps it could simply be how starved for touch Dain had become. Or maybe he was completely wrong about his assumption. Perhaps he was fretting too much over this. But...but he had to know, and clearly-

“Tell me...does it hurt when I touch you?”

#strdstd // dainsleif #ic #//It became a drabble length #//My bad orz #long post for ts #answered #//Dunno if I even wrote this how I wanted it to go; honestly wanna go back and actually make it a drabble jckbfkgh

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