Someone Doesnt Get Along With The Cavalry Captain...

Someone doesn’t get along with the cavalry captain...

Author’s Note: This is a Kaeya blurb. No real story, just something I challenged myself to do. Inspired by the enemies to lover’s troupe; enjoy.

Warning: Sexual flirtation?? Also, there is one curse word.

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  “Well, well, well. Looks like we have a slacker on our hands,” The playful voice of the cavalry captain chuckles from behind you. You face away from your lunch, a deadpanned expression on your face.

  “I hope you’re not speaking to me,” You hiss as you stab at the salad on your plate, “Cause if you were, we’d have a problem. Don’t cause a scene, Captain Kaeya. It wouldn’t look good for you.”

  You could almost feel his roguish gaze on your back and a shiver goes down your spine. If Amber were here, it would be much easier not to fall into his tricks, however; she had to do a perimeter check. As the chair beside you slides away from the table, Kaeya sits himself down. He leans against his palm lazily as he watches the fork in your hand skewer at the lettuce leaves. His fingers slowly pluck the instrument from your grasp, and he takes a bite.

 “You know, salads aren’t really my thing. Too bland for my taste…” Kaeya speaks with a sigh, placing the silverware on the side of the bowl. “And here I thought you had a thing for meat.”

  “…And what’s so wrong with a simple salad?”

  Kaeya hums for a moment, tapping away at his chin. “I took you for a main course type of gal is all. It would be a shame if you wasted that pretty mouth on just a couple of greens.”

  “What is that supposed to mean?”

  “Come with me to Angel’s Share tonight. You’ll see what I mean then.”

  “Like I’d ever-” Before you could say anything else, Kaeya’s thumb gestures along the bottom of your lip, and a soft smile takes place on his face. 

  “You had some sauce hanging there,” He replies nonchalantly as he gets up. “I’ll leave you to your lunch then. I’ll see you, say, by six?”

  “This doesn’t mean anything, you know? You’re still an annoying piece of shit.”

  “I never said it would,” The man calls from his shoulder as he walks away, “But it’s not like you are completely against it. Am I right about that, (Y/n)?”

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Pov: You are hiding under their desk

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

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

Warnings: None (Besides corny nicknames)

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Diluc:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Kaeya:

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

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

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

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

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

• “You got it, Captain Kaeya!”

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Childe:

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

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

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

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

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

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

• “I heard yelling and got scared…”

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

• “There are no bad guys, right?”

• “Right.”

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

POV: You are hiding under their desk - Part two

Warnings: Zhongli has joint pains in his hand and slight spoiler to Kokomi’s character quest

𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜: 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚕; 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚉𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒’𝚜

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Zhongli:

  The former Geo Archon is a very patient man. After centuries of experience, he knows within himself when to take a break. However, the physical exhaustion of a mortal body was something he was not quite used to yet. His office basked in a warm orange as the sun sets over Liyue, and Zhongli exhales softly through his nose. The pen in his hand scribbles away at the documents left by Hu Tao, but his mind was elsewhere. 

  Tiredness ached within his joints, and he sets the quill down to flex his fingers. He’s not one to complain; he was grateful for his job at the funeral parlor, and he wasn’t about to draw attention to a measly setback such as this.

  As Zhongli gains the motivation to start again, an agonizing pulse shoots through his palm. A hiss escapes through his teeth and the pen clatters to the floor. He barely registers the pull on his pants leg as he gathers himself. His amber orbs trace over the face below him, two (e/c) doe-like eyes watching him with curiosity. 

  “What are you doing down there, little one?” Zhongli’s voice rumbles as a soft smile graces his features. The child quickly lifts the writing utensil he dropped moments before and giggles.

  “Write!” They exclaim.

  “Yes. That is used for writing,” the consultant replies as he lifts the young being onto his lap. Taking an empty copy of paper, he places it on the table in front of the child, who immediately scribbles away at the white sheet. Zhongli couldn’t help but to place his hand on top of theirs, stopping any erratic movement of the pencil. They look at him, their cheeks puffed out in irritation.

  “Write!” They announce sternly, making the Archon chuckle.

  “Let me teach you how I do it.”

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Kokomi:

  Her Excellency of Watasumi Island is a very busy lady. With all her time spent on finding ways for Sangonomiya to grow, she tends to forget about her own needs. With the villagers finding new ways to cultivate the land; to the daily tasks needed to be sent out to the soldiers; to the duties at the shrine; the lead priestess was tired to say the least.

  She knew a few hours with her books would do her some good. She asked General Gorou to keep an eye out while she rejuvenated herself with new tactic plans. She sat contently in her own company, eyes gazing across the words printed on the page. She was truly invested in the plot, theories and questions dancing in her thoughts. The suspense was killing her as the scene unravels, and though she was quite immersed, the sudden laugh from under the table confused her.

  Kokomi tilts her chair back to peek beneath the desk, and a relieved sigh retreats from the priestess. “Why, if it isn’t little (Y/n). How did you find this place?” She questions as the child climbs up her legs and into her lap.

  “Easy peasy,” They exclaim, “I found your tree!”

  “I see,” Kokomi coughs out in response to their boisterous personality, “so you found my reading spot?”

  “You can read books?” (Y/n) mumbles, a sudden glumness falling on their face.

  “I can… you cannot?”

  “I can, I’m just not very good at it. I bet you’re a pro at reading! You’re good at lots of things, Miss Kokomi!”

  “You’d be surprised,” She says with a small smile, “How about this: you read me a chapter, and I read you one.”

  “You’re going to read to me?”

  “If you read to me. It’s only fair, and besides, how will you get better if you don’t practice?”

POV: You hold their hand

𝙳𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚒𝚏 𝚡 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝙶𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚞 𝚡 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚎 𝚡 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍! 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

Ⓝⓞⓣⓔⓢ    : 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘶𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘧'𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴, 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘧'𝘴, 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘋𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘪𝘧'𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶'𝘴

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S̲c̲a̲r̲a̲m̲o̲u̲c̲h̲e̲:̲

   It takes a lot of strength and order to keep his position as the sixth Fatui Harbinger. Not that he fears of losing his position; he’d love to see someone dare to go against him. When it comes to vulnerability, however; that’s where he strikes out. Since he was created, he quickly learned to only count on himself. Any other emotions besides anger and pride would present him as weak. That’s why he found it rather difficult to interact with the child following closely behind him. They stuck to him like glue, their puny fingers barely grazing along the sleeve of his cloak.

  “Can I hold your hand,” the child quietly asks out of the blue. The heels of their shoes click to a sudden stop as Scaramouche turns his fierce gaze at them. He observes their fast-paced breath as they clasp their hands against their chest to ease the trepidation sinking into their heart. They barely looked at him as their (E/C) eyes dash across the ambiguous hallway.

  “What makes you think I’d let you do that?” He replies in a snarky tone. The tears that collect in their eyes makes his jaw tighten. He shouldn’t be persuaded so easily by the needs of a child. Nevertheless, the constant alarm that settles on their face is one he knows all too well; the fear of being abandoned.

  “Please,” the child hiccups, “I’m scared…”

  The Harbinger says nothing in return, but as he extends his arm out, it is clear that he needs this child as much as they need him. He would never admit it though. 

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G̲o̲r̲o̲u̲:̲

  The general of Watasumi Island is very loyal to its people; much so that he would take away every burden presented to the villagers if he could. Gorou knew the realism of that though, however; he stood proud on what he could accomplish. That’s why he was more than happy to escort the youngest solider of Sangonomiya across the vast land.

  A fervent look sets on the Gorou’s face as he calculates how far his destination is and any potential dangers that will lurk in between. He felt more than capable in protecting himself. Though, he wanted to be extra cautious for the child walking closely behind him. What would he do if something were to happen to them? 

  “Gorou?” They call as they stop in their tracks.

  “What is it, young trainee? Is something wrong?” He answers in slight panic.

  “I’m alright… Although, I feel you are worried about something. Is it me?”

  “It is my job to look after you. Do not stress yourself for my well-being.”

  The child hums in response before reaching out to Gorou. “May I hold your hand, General? I do not want to stray from you.”

  Unconsciously, Gorou’s eyes shift to the bandage wrapped securely around their face, and his ears flush downward in sorrow. He never wishes for such pain to befall them again.

  “Of course, (Y/N). You may hold my hand.” 

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  D̲a̲i̲n̲s̲l̲e̲i̲f̲:̲

  The old knight of Khaenri'ah did not pursue companionship. After many centuries of living alone, consumed by the thought of ending the Abyss, he gave up on the idea of friends a long time ago. Why prioritize something that will pass by quickly?

  Though he was sure of this, his mind betrayed him so as he his gaze kept lingering to the child beside him. A mop of (H/C) bounced as the child tries to keep pace with his stride. Orbs of (E/C) glare at the grass below, a sniffle escaping them.

  “You are not very good at hiding your emotions, young one. Do what you may, but you are welcome to confide in me,” Dainsleif announces as he stops.

  The child glances up at the man, their body trembling. Dainsleif takes note of their scared posture but says nothing. “I don’t want to…” they whimper. 

  “Whatever do you mean, child?”

  “I don’t want to be alone,” they inform with a sob, “Please don’t leave me alone…”

  Dainsleif freezes, their words striking deeply in him. He never thought much about the predicament this child was forced into. Yes, he knew that the Abyss took them for a reason, experimenting on the poor mortal in hopes of gaining intel. He himself was quite surprised when he found them tucked away in a corner after he infiltrated one of their camps. The Abyss were a nasty bunch; whatever they wanted from this child; they must’ve taken care of anything that stood in their path. This child was truly alone.

  Dainsleif sighs out, taking their hand in his. “I never planned on leaving you in the first place. Come, there is work to be done.” 

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You're Beautiful

Sam Winchester X sister! reader

Warning: Insecurity about how one looks

Description: (Y/n) gets antsy when she doesn't have time to put on makeup; however, her big brother, Sammy, is there to cheer her up.

Friendly Reminder: You are perfect just the way you are! <3

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  (Y/n) Winchester drapes her legs over the side of the motel bed. She rubs the sleep from her eyes as a yawn escapes from her lips. "What time is is?" She asks, slowly rising to her feet with a stretch. 

        "Eight thirty," Dean replies while cuffing  the sleeves of his shirt.

        "What? Why didn't you wake me," She panics as she quickly gathers her stuff together. 

        "You needed the sleep," Sam reasons from the bathroom doorway. He straightens his suit jacket, tucking his tie securely underneath. "You haven't got much in the past two days."

        "Besides, Dean interrupts, "You have like thirty-five minutes. That should be enough time for you take a shower and get dressed. Who knows? We might even get there early," he smiles cheekily.

        (Y/n) pushes past Sam and sets her formal wear onto the toilet lid. "Sorry Sam," she curtly utters before pushing him out and slamming the door. 

         She hurriedly dresses herself after a short shower. She opens the bathroom door and tells the boys she was done with her shower. Pulling her hair into a high bun, she lets a few strands fall over her ears and curls them. She grabs her makeup pouch by the end of the counter, opening it up to reach for her concealer, until Dean pops his head in.

        "You have three minutes, squirt." Her older brother says, before going back into the main room.

        "What happened to thirty-five minutes!" She yells, only to get the front door shutting loudly as a reply.

        It wasn't long before Sam appears with a toothbrush in hand. (Y/n) paid no mind to him as she examines the redness on her face. Her brows furrow and a whine escapes her lips as she pokes at the skin. 

        Sam spites in the sink, an amused look on his face. He rinses his brush off and puts it in the plastic bag he came in with. "Okay. I give. What's the matter?" He asks with a chuckle.

        "I don't have enough time to put makeup on and Dean will have a cow if I tried doing it in the car," his sister expresses gravelly. 

        "So?"

        "So! How can I go out like this," She yells, flinging her hands over her face in exaggeration. Sam frowns. "Plus, we're going to a fancy party! And no, I don't care if it's for an 'investigation'- I'm going to stick out like a sore thumb, an ugly sore thumb at that."

        "(Y/n), your not ugly," Sam sternly remarks.

        The younger Winchester stops her ranting and looks at her brother in a flabbergasted manner. "W-what?"

        "Your not ugly- why would you say such a thing about yourself?"

        "Because my skin is all blotchy and red, and-"

        "Those are all natural things everyone goes through; it just means your growing up."

        "But, I'm not going to feel pretty, Sammy..." His giant hands cup the sides of her face, guiding her eyes to meet his.

        "No one is going to judge you. You're beautiful."

        "Y-your just saying that because your my brother," she complains, trying to pull away from his grasp.

        "Why would I lie to you? I know I wasn't there for sometime of your life, but since I've been back, I can't believe how much you've grown into an amazing young adult, and don't let anyone tell you different," he whispers with a loving smile. He pulls away and adjusts his suit in the mirror like nothing happened. "Come on, Dean is waiting in the car."

        "Sam?"

        "Yeah?"

        "Thank you."

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