"Its been a while since I played Windtrace. I wonder if I can still beat Diluc."
"Its been a while since I played Windtrace. I wonder if I can still beat Diluc."
❄️The Last Prince of The Eclipse Dynasty❄️
god damn, this man looks good in anything 😩💦
hello chaeya nation how are we feeling
What are you thinking?
kaeya for a friend ❄️
New Little Red page i up on PATREON I can’t belive I already drew 30 pages! 😭
Absolutely love the new added areas for windtrace 2.0 <3
And of course, i have also made the meme for it:)
Pairings: Kaeya, Thoma, Itto, Diluc X reader
Warnings: Fluff, Diluc’s reader has implied long hair, I need a nap so I’ll edit this later lol
Home is a mysterious place. On the outside its charming, drawing people closer, inviting them to engage in informative conversations but never letting them past the threshold. No one knew the layout of the house, how the hallways connected each room together nor the contents of each room. No one knew what laid at the heart of the house and no one ever will - except for you.
The front door clicked in response to the key, handle turning freely to allow you entry. It was warm in the apartment, and as you closed the door and set the lock in place, the exhaustion of the day was finally starting to catch up. Unzipping and hanging your coat, untying and kicking off your shoes, you navigated the apartment with ease and as if a siren from children’s fairytales were guiding you, you found him.
Sitting sideways on the couch, long legs extended and lower back against the armrest, the golden glow of the setting sun cast both light and shadow upon him. Navy ponytail resting over one shoulder as per usual, a glass of wine in one hand and a book in the other, gloves, feathered cape, jacket and lavish accessories missing. Only in a white shirt and dark pants, the eyepatch covering his eye hidden beneath bangs and a stripe of shadow, this wasn’t even the rawest form of Kaeya yet it was still a layer no one but you were allowed to see.
Plucking a throw pillow from the chair you approached the couch, dropping it into his lap before crawling onto the cushions with him. Kaeya chuckled, lips curling into a smirk as you settled between his legs, head resting on the pillow.
“Good evening to you, too.” He said. “Missed me?”
“Very much.” You replied, arms resting on either side of his waist as if you were hugging him.
The glass cup clinked when it landed on the wooden coffee table, the hand that was holding it free to run through your hair, gently twisting and curling the ends between his fingers. “Long day?”
“Not really. It went by rather quickly, there was just a lot to do.” Adjusting the angle of your head, you looked up at him. “What are you reading?”
“The Knights handbook has been updated. Again.” He scoffed, shaking his head as he closed the book so hard the covers made a thump. “If I wasn’t a captain, I wouldn’t bother reading it again.”
You smiled. “You’re a great captain. You might slack around headquarters but you do a lot behind the scenes. Some instances may have never been solved if it wasn’t for you.”
A playful gleam shined in his eye, a pool of blue so stunning often left you swimming in it. “I slack, do I?” With a swift jerk of his arm, the book went flying a short distance before landing on the same chair you stole the pillow from. “Please, enlighten me.”
Giggling, you lifted your head and propped yourself up on your elbows, the fingers of one hand playing with the material of his shirt. “Let’s see… last week you left paperwork till the last minute, you were late to a meeting, and just the other day, I saw Huffman scurrying around your office in a panic. I had to show him what files you kept where.”
Somehow, through the course of your speech you got even closer to his face. It was so natural, the way he drew you in, brought you towards him without even trying. His nose was brushing against yours, a grin on his lips as he stroked the underside of your chin with the side of his index finger.
“The meeting wasn’t that important, and you seem to spend too much time in my office.” His lips touched yours, softly, gently, barely a brush. “Answer me this: do I ever slack when it comes to you?”
Biting your lower lip, you shook your head. He brought your mouth to his again, kissing you so slowly, so deeply it was reaching every cell in your body, a reminder of how much you needed him and how much he needed you.
No one ever knows what truly goes on behind closed doors, but if Kaeya will always be on the other side, it was worth enduring whatever the day had to offer.
Home is a caring place. It’s a warm, non-judgmental zone that is always ready for you no matter what state you arrive in. Hungry? An oven prepares food passionately for you. Sore? A hot bath and scented candles await. Sad? Comfy blankets and open ears encourage you to share your troubles. Home has everything you need, and when someone you love is waiting, returning is all the sweeter.
The smell of cooking filled your nose the second you stepped inside, a mixture of meat, spices and distinct vegetables such as onion and garlic. Whatever was going on in the kitchen, it smelled so delicious that it had the stomach you’ve been neglecting since noon growling, demanding to eat twice your weight in good food.
Excited, you dumped your items and skipped into the kitchen, finding a familiar figure standing in front of the stove. His side to you, he worked diligently with a smile on his face, expression relaxed as he handled the ingredients with upmost care. Blond locks tied back, hand free of gloves and his guard, cropped coat and sash absent. The black shirt he wore had short sleeves, exposing strong arms you got way too much enjoyment watching.
Thoma glanced at you, smile growing. “Hey! Welcome home.”
“It’s good to be home.” Walking up to him, you stood on the tips of your toes and pecked his lips in greeting. “What are you making?”
“I’m putting my own spin on imported poultry. It should be ready soon.” Your stomach growled again, even louder this time. “Let me guess, you skipped lunch again?”
Thoma flipped the chicken in the pan before turning to you, arms crossed over his chest as he looked at you with those eyes - the ‘I’m disappointed eyes’.
“I’m sorry.” You apologized, shyly scratching your arm as you turned your gaze to anything else. “I got so into my work I completely lost track of time.”
He sighed, reaching out to take one of your hands. “I get it, I do. I’ve had moments where I’ve gotten so wrapped up in things, but you can’t do your best work if you don’t take care of yourself. Why don’t I make lunch for you tomorrow? Maybe you’ll remember to eat then.”
Giggling, you met his eyes again. “I think that will do the trick. Since when have I let your hard work go to waste?”
While he finished up, you got the plates, cups and cutlery out. Dinner was delicious, as always, and even though you were fully prepared to wash the dishes Thoma insisted on doing it. So, you dried what he gave you and put everything back in its proper place.
“How was your day?” You asked, standing on the tips of your toes to place the plate in the cabinet. “We talked about mine so much I didn’t get to ask about yours.”
He shrugged. “Nothing too exciting, just the usual housework chores. Really, there’s not much to say about it.”
Nodding, you accepted the fork he gave you. “Housework at work, housework at home, seems like I don’t do enough around here.”
You tried to play it off as a joke, but Thoma saw right past it. “Hey, you do a lot out there. I can’t imagine it’s easy, running around Inazuma working commissions all day. Let me be here to take care of you when you’re finally home. Knowing you’ll be coming home with a smile makes it all worth it.”
Setting the towel down, you turned him towards you and wrapped your arms around his waist. “It’s not the house I come home to with a smile, I come home excited to see you.”
His cheeks were dusted with a faint hue of pink. “I see. All the more reason not to worry, then. The faster the chores get done, the faster we can relax together, right?”
Smiling, you reached up and kissed him again. “Right.”
Some say a perfect home required balance, an equal division in ones duties, but so long as each person looks out for the other and helps where it’s needed, any home is perfect.
Home is a boisterous place. It’s chaos, not one day ending the same nor did one begin as the last. It’s loud, sometimes not offering a fragment of peace and quiet. Although coming home to silence sounds nice after a hard day, when it actually happens, especially when you were no longer used to it, it’s strange. Home may be reckless but it was fun, not one day boring within its hold.
You would hear the loud but familiar voices a good foot away from the front door. Your eyes rolled dramatically but a wide smile was tugging at your lips. Whatever the gang was up to, it was obvious they were having fun. When your house became a hangout spot you had no idea, but it had to have strayed around the time the leader moved in.
The voices led you to the living room, where four men were gathered on the floor around the coffee table. A tall, bulky crimson Oni sat with his back to you, hair as wild as ever cascading down his almost bare back. The dark coat he usually wore of his shoulders was laying over the back of the couch, leaving him only in the purple cropped shirt that really, only covered his neck, shoulders and collarbone, not that you were complaining. The muscles in one arm were bulging, red markings following the dips and hills as Akira trying to beat the boss in arm wrestling.
In no time at all, Itto had Akita’s arm pinned. “WOO! That’s another win in the book for Arataki ‘The King of Arm Wrestling’ Itto. Come on, who’s next?”
Oh, you so wanted in on this. “Mind if I have a go?”
All four members of the gang turned their heads to look at you. Smirking you dropped your coat on the couch and motioned for Akira to scoot over so you could fill his place at the table.
Itto chuckled as you braced an elbow on the table, locking your hand with his. “You sure you wanna do this, Sunshine? Maybe you should start with someone easier.”
“I think I’ll be alright.” You replied, playing into your ego as a means to fuel his. “Don’t go easy on me.”
Mamoru leaned over the side of the table. “Okay, in three… two… one… wrestle!”
Your brows furrowed as you tried to push his arm and really, you tried. He wasn’t budging, nor was he even pushing against you. You knew beating him with your level of strength was impossible, he was half-Oni after all, but just because you couldn’t win with strength didn’t mean you couldn’t win by other means.
You glanced at his face and, being as genuine as possible, gasped, widened your eyes and stopped pushing against his hand. “Itto, your horn is cracked!”
He blinked, the cocky look on his face vanishing instantly. “WHAT?!”
The weight in his arm vanished and in a split second, you had the back of his hand pressed against the table. You laughed maniacally as he blinked in shock, pulling your hand free and leaning forward to kiss the tip of his nose. “I win.”
Knowing you had a short window to act, you shot up from the table and bolted out the door you recently came through. It didn’t take long for Itto to come chasing after you, heavy footsteps pounding against the street.
“(Y/N)! Get back here! I demand a rematch!”
You laughed and kept running.
There were times to be noisy and times to be quiet, and while noise complaints were a bad thing to most, in reality, it was a record of how much joy the home was experiencing.
Home is a safe place. Built with walls thick enough to withstand frightening storms, doors with several locks to keep things from sneaking in, a roof so wide it sheltered everyone beneath it. To some, the exterior is intimidating but those who has gotten inside speak differently, for the treasures hidden within are too precious to risk more damage then they’ve already endured.
Your footsteps echoed in the winery’s hallways, each step bringing you closer to the bedroom you were ready to spend the night in. The day had been long and tiring, and all you wanted was to collapse onto the mattress and read a book until your lover decided to join you - if he was joining you. You weren’t sure if he was going out for his nightly duties.
The bedroom wasn’t empty like you were expecting it to be. The man inside was adjusting his sleeves, white shirt unbuttoned to reveal a chest and stomach littered in old scars. Vibrant red hair was free, hanging over his shoulders and down his back. His hair was thick and even from a distance you could tell it was suffering from some subtle knots. Bright ruby eyes lifted in your direction, knocking the breath out of your lungs just like the first time you saw them and every day since.
“Hey.” You greeted, closing the door as you tried to battle your shyness. “How was your day?”
“Nothing out of the ordinary.” Diluc replied, finally finishing whatever he was up to with his sleeve. “Welcome home.”
“Wait, not yet.” Moving towards him, you gently grabbed his arms and wrapped them around your waist. “Okay, now say it.”
He breathed a chuckle, a soft, gentle smile tugging at his pale lips. “Welcome home, (Y/N).”
Humming, you cupped his face and brought him to you so your lips could meet. He’s kissed you a million times before yet he’s always so careful, so gentle in making sure he wasn’t hurting you or crossing a boundary. One arm left your waist to hold the back of your head, causing you to nearly melt in his embrace.
Your face was flushed as you pulled away, as was his. “Are you going out tonight?”
He shook his head, brushing stray hairs from your face, hand lingering on your cheek. “Not tonight. I haven’t been able to spend much time with you as of late. I apologize.”
“Diluc, it’s okay. I understand.” Placing your hand on his chest, you ran your thumb over a short, thick scar. “I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to be your partner, and I don’t feel any different. I’ve missed you, yes, but I love you so it’s worth the wait.”
He hummed, taking your hand and bringing it to his lips. “Come with me.”
You followed him out onto the balcony, taking a seat on the chair he pulled out for you. It was rather warm tonight, but you were more focused on the warmth of his hands in your hair then the air around you. When he grabbed a brush you weren’t sure, but as you gazed up at the stars, Diluc gently brushed through your locks.
“You’re really good at that, you know?” You said, eyes closing as you melted into the feeling of the bristles moving through your hair.
“I don’t think there’s anything particularly special about it. I’m just doing for you as you do for me.”
Each stroke or the brush was making you sleep, and soon, you could barely hold a conversation. If you fell asleep in the chair it’d be okay, because Diluc would carry you inside and tuck you into bed.
Sometimes it’s not the contraptions that make a home safe, it’s the people within it. Knowing that someone will be there to protect you, to watch out for you, those were the arms you called home.
Can someone give me ideas on short-haired Kaeya? Cause I wanna draw him as a high school student but from the Philippines (inspired by the funny tweet I saw: “Genshin characters as filipino highschool students discourse”)
[Reblogs appreciated ✨]
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I really do love Kaeya and Amber's relationship in canon. They really do have sibling energy. Amber just wants to be in the grown up table vs Kaeya still seeing her as his baby sister! like look at this!
she just wants to be taken seriously by big bro!
kaeya x gn!reader
sickfic + fluff (?) + modern au (visions still exist tho)
warnings: all lowercase + not proofread
a/n: i’ve been tryna work on requests this week but writers block has me in a chokehold with most stuff rn. i also got hit with something (pretty sure it’s strep— it’s what it feels like idk it cld also be covid since my mom has it all ik is it’s painful) and that inspired this so enjoy 🥲 (i’m sorry if some of this doesn’t make sense i have extreme brain fog rn)
illness wasn’t uncommon for you— you always managed to come down with something at least 2-3 times a year. there wasn’t really any reason for it, your immune system was just a tiny bit weaker
this time though? jesus christ you thought you were gonna die (not literally that’s an exaggeration)
headache, body aches, runny nose, sore throat, fatigue, nausea, fever, cough, all that fun stuff but way worse than you’ve ever had
hell you even lost your voice for a few days and could barely choke out whispers
thankfully you had your amazing boyfriend kaeya to take care of you
he’s used to taking care of you when you’re sick— he knows what all to do for you (you always repay the favor whenever he gets sick, which isn’t a lot but even if it’s just sniffles you do something)
when he noticed you were sick (which was very obvious) he was very quick to take your temperature and get you to bed
once he was sure you were comfortable he’d bring you some water, then return downstairs to go make you some food
kaeya had some special chicken noodle soup recipe that his family made that he’d always fix up for you
that shit was like magic, you’d always feel better after eating it— even though it was temporary it still relieved the misery for a little while
when you didn’t show any improvement after a few days kaeya would take you to the doctor to get some medicine since it obviously wasn’t a little cold
he’d always make sure you’d take your medicine as many times as the doctors said to, not in an annoying way just an “i’m worried about you please just take this” way
you spent most of the time in bed resting. kaeya would mostly stay by your side the whole time. he’d give you a bunch of small kisses here and there
you scolded him saying he was going to get sick from being so close to you. did that stop him? no
whenever you would go downstairs just to move around some kaeya would still be by your side, getting you anything you needed and just being there for you
9 times out of 10 kaeya would call in sick from work, saying he came down with whatever you had too (most of the time he didn’t, he just wanted to stay home with you). if it was a cold then he wouldn’t worry about it but something like this he’d definitely call in
your fever would usually spike at nighttime, so kaeya would use his vision just a teeny tiny bit to cool you if it was high. it was a weird sensation but it was enough to soothe you and allow you to go to sleep
i think kaeya would be the best possible person to take care of you while you’re sick (am i biased bc it’s kaeya? yes but lets overlook that). he hates seeing you in any kind of pain so he will go out of his way to make sure you’re better, even if it means putting his own health at risk
if you have any rough nights where you just can’t sleep kaeya will stay up the whole time, keeping you company while the tv hummed in the background
whenever you do fall asleep he’ll wait until he knows you’re asleep to allow himself to sleep
he’ll whisper sweet nothings while you’re falling asleep
“i love you, darling. get some rest. i’m right here if you need me, okay?”
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