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“Feels almost like going back in time…” Wistful. Melancholic. Hushed. Said to no one in particular.
“Really now.” Dry yet unexpected (what an honor for Diluc to grace him with his attention)—wide-eyed, Kaeya’s ears perked up in interest.
“Well, I remember clearly—you couldn't stand the sight of me," Kaeya announced like a declaration of war.
And it had the intended effect: a protest wanted to burst forth—or not. Imagination sure loves to run wild. Kaeya had actually no idea what Diluc planned to say, better stop it before all hopes were crumbled to dust.
And so Kaeya lifted his index finger to his lips.
“It’s alright, Master Diluc. I’ve been more than fond of that time. Whenever we met—the way you tried to avoid me… honestly you were quite adorable~” Kaeya offered him a lopsided grin. An embodiment of a paradox: icy glamour burning hotter than flames.
❄️🔥
Diluc returned to Mondstadt, and although Kaeya knows better than to get close to this all-consuming fire he simply can’t help himself…
And then Kaeya’s past had to catch up with him. As more truths are revealed will Diluc this time around stay by his side? -
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Drunk on mad bloodlust, Snezhnaya's soldiers set out to conquer the world. The Fatui already had wiped out Khaenri'ah and now all of Teyvat cowers in fear for the Tsaritsa's next move.
She robs Mondstadt of its freedom and places a huge bounty on Prince Diluc Ragnvindr with the promise of making whoever captures the man alive, a Harbinger.That is a chance Captain Kaeya, a feared pirate, has been waiting for. Finally, he will get one step closer to fulfilling his purpose. But when he captures the Prince, Kaeya feels he's been caught instead (as much as he wants to deny it). And the more Kaeya gets to know his prisoner the less he can treat the man as a mere pawn for his plan…
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- Part 1 of Blizzard
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The wind rips a poster from the plastered wall. The paper flutters in the air like a leaf before landing in a puddle. And Neuvillette steps right into it, feels the water seep into his shoes, soaking his feet. But he doesn’t care. Tries hard to not look at the endless rows of himself covering the brick wall. Yet, it’s inevitable for him to catch a glimpse.
The posters all depict an elegant man in a fluid, flawless pose. There Neuvillette emerges like liquid light against a dark blue backdrop. A three-piece suit hugs his impeccable form. Inclining his head, he cradles a violin with a delicate hand, his bow paused in a caress over gleaming strings. Long silver hair tied behind him, flowing over his shoulder in a breathtaking swoop. His gaze effuses tranquility like a serene pond reflecting the moonlight.
After five years of retirement, famous but depressed violinist Neuvillette meets a mysterious street pianist—Wriothesley who awakens his passion again and not only for music...
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“Hey, baby. Lost track of time?” He whispers against Neuvillette’s ear, biting playfully into his soft ear shell.
A visible shudder shakes Neuvillette’s body as his breath hitches. “W-Wriothesley?” Neuvillette says, startled. “What are you–?”
“Shh,” Wriothesley laughs, throaty and deep. “Is it so strange your husband wants you?” He nuzzles into Neuvillette’s neck, inhaling his favorite smell of ocean and ink.
“But certainly not while I’m working,” Neuvillette says, his voice hovering between annoyance and amusement.
At the end of the year, the Chief Justice of Fontaine is buried nose deep in paperwork. Working overtime is nothing unusual for Neuvillette but today Wriothesely can’t have that, it’s Solstice Eve, after all. Will he be able to convince his husband to take a break?
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Wriothesley should just write the whole thing off as a stupid wet dream. Weird as hell, sure. Also the best fucking wet dream of his life? Fuck, yeah. But not the point.
Could blame his horny ass for not having gotten any action in a while now. Except, except it felt too real. And way too intimate. Emotional. He's never experienced something like that. His brain shouldn't be able to fabricate something so raw and tender.
Even now, Wriothesley can still feel, remember Neuvillette's–
Wriothesley wakes up from his wet dream, drug trip or whatever. He isn’t the Administrator of Meropide and the Chief Justice isn’t in love with him. Everything is back to normal—as it should be.
Only he can’t find his white tee. But that doesn’t mean anything, right?
Alternatively: There is no fucking way the Chief Justice is going to be my future husband!!!
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“It is an adjustment,” admits Diluc. “I’ve been alone for a long time, even with Adelinde here.”
“It’s the three words, isn’t it?” Kaeya’s question isn’t accusatory, just curious. “I said those big words, and it threw everything off.”
“No, no, that isn’t—” Diluc hasn’t said them back. He’s been busy. They haven’t had time to share each other’s company.
Diluc wants to build a new life with Kaeya, only there's one problem: he still hasn't said the big 'I love you'. Written for Abyssal Blue, a Luckae High Seas Zine.
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- Part 2 of Love and High Seas
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08 Feb 2026
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It happens all too quickly—Kaeya moves to retrieve the lantern, but with his guard down and his sight yet to fully adjust to the shadows, his reflexes are slow, and he's unable to defend against the sudden grab of an unknown assailant. They grapple for a short time, but the attacker has strength and momentum on their side, and it isn't long before Kaeya finds his cheek pressed against the wall with both wrists behind his back, caught in a loop of chains.
"Good evening, Captain," murmurs a quiet voice in his ear that sounds unsettlingly familiar.
It's the fancy kind of sexy interrogation. (And then it's just a sexy kind of sexy.)
Happy belated birthday, Kaeya!
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11 Jan 2026
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"Isn't it a little early in the day to be throwing out accusations?"
"It's too early in the day to be dealing with you at all, in my opinion."
"Cold as always."
"I would offer you a coat, but it seems you have no need of one."
"Aha. I thought I caught your eyes wandering," says Kaeya, with a sly smile and a single arched brow.
It is truly too early in the day to be dealing with Kaeya Alberich.
It never snows in Mondstadt — until the day it does, and Kaeya (as always) shows up with a proposition.
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11 Jan 2026
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Sigewinne leads him through these partitions to what serves as a bedchamber, for there is a large, circular bed there covered by a froth of ivory bedsheets, and among them a man of palest white with hair like moonlight.
Neuvillette. The water god.
“An offering,” she says, flicking her red-eyed gaze toward Wriothesley.
Wriothesley is offered as a sacrifice to the god of sea and moon, Neuvillette.
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10 Oct 2025
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Kaeya drops by Dawn Winery intending to grab a bottle of wine and leave without incident, but when he learns Diluc is sick, he finds himself unable to simply walk away.
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06 Oct 2025