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#luckae omegaverse

Diluc set the contract down. “Let me get this straight. You want /me/, to bitch you?”

Kaeya squirmed in his seat. It took a lot of courage to do this. “Yes. The contract is there as proof of my explicit consent.”

“But… why?”

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how should mr pant thief be punished 🤨 #luckae

I've had trouble painting but I visited some art museums lately and wanted to try again 🥹 I rly love paintery art styles but I'm always stuck in the sketch > outlines > colour process which I want to get away from sometimes...

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reverberating against the close distance from each other’s faces. Kaeya gulped, he had never seen Diluc up close. How can he focus when the most handsome man in Teyvat and beyond looked at him dead in the eyes.

“I-I …u-uhhh…”

“Take a break, Kaeya. This must have been a rough situation for you.”

It was a quick one-two move, so fast that the man who was grasping his wrist now pathetically slumped on the floor, knocked out.

It was like Diluc never moved, Kaeya scrambled to stand back. Charles quickly called for the knights to clean the mess up.

“Are you alright?” Diluc’s voice was deep,

Kaeya was nearly bent over the counter, his feet almost hanging from just how he was being tugged forward. It was a vulnerable position but he quickly saw Diluc in his peripheral. He had never seen the man so calm yet the tension in his jaw said more than a book.

Diluc found himself admiring Kaeya’s beauty until someone tried to push their luck. His blood quickly boiled when a much larger man snagged Kaeya’s thin wrist.

There was a visible struggle and Kaeya’s attempts at pulling away from the grasp was more than enough for Diluc to step in.

move he made was like a dance, graceful and precise. His skin, a little sweaty, glowed beautifully under the orange candlelight.

the counter for the first time. He had to admit, Kaeya was more natural and confident than Diluc was when he was at his age.

Kaeya looked better now; he held himself to a confident stance oozing with theatric professionalism. His hair tied to a braid that swirled like a veil over his head. Every

over the passage of time.

“He’s quite popular among the young folks, charming, and polite. He still needs to work on his mixing ratio but I can say he can nail the recipes about ninety percent of the time.”

Diluc watched the younger man; it was like seeing a younger version of himself manning

“Where did you find this young man? He’s only been here a few days and he’s already good to go for the weekend rush.” The man had thinning silver hair and his movements still bore the sharpness of a young man, enhanced by the refinement of skill

What if #luckae had been sort of, kind of dating but not quite. What if Kaeya wanted to impress Diluc to seal the deal? The question was only how?

Who should I pull for?

Cantarella or Phrolova?

longer with Charles simply observing from the side, stepping in when things get too difficult. However, Charles could only smile.

The elder bartender nudged Diluc’s arm.

He was under the apprenticeship of a man in his 70’s named Charles, apparently he watched Diluc grow up. The bartender apprenticeship was a perfect match. Memorizing recipes and techniques to the T was easy. Soon, Kaeya took short shifts under Charles’ careful watch then eventually the shifts became

Kaeya had tasted Khemia liquor before but it tasted like ash in his mouth. It was like drinking acidic stale water; it was so artificial that not even the poorest in Khaenriah were desperate enough to drink it.

He could only imagine the natural ingredients would taste in an actual natural wine.

True to Diluc’s word, he escorted Kaeya to the Knight’s Headquarters. He was shocked to be given a full Mondstadt citizenship. He wasn’t complaining though, this meant he could find work in the city-state.

Just his luck, Diluc offered him a bartender apprenticeship in his tavern.

Kaeya reluctantly took Diluc’s outstretched hand.

dear life. Come, I know you don’t trust me after what I did but you won’t find much human settlements out here unless you count treasure hoarders and the Fatui. So it’s either he gets robbed, killed, or stay in the winery where food and shelter is free- at least for the night.

“Ahh yes.” Diluc hummed nonchalantly and Kaeya wanted to rip the man’s face off but he would end up as a pile of ash if he even dared to. “But you really can’t limp your way to the city gates. Look, you look starved, your clothes are ripped and dirty, and your shoes are hanging onto your feet for

Sensing the younger’s unease, Diluc sighed and rose his hands in defeat. “Alright, it’s the least I could do after almost injuring you.”

“With all due respect, sir. You didn’t just “almost injured” me- you almost burned half of my fucking face alive.”

“I’ll be heading to Mondstadt now and uhh… would you mind telling me which way is it?”

All Kaeya got was a look and a rise of a brow. The older man chuckled, but it bordered between a huff and a scoff.

“Stay here, at least for the night.”

A singular starry eye gawked at the redhead.

It was either he was lucky or just too Khaenriahn to die. Either way, he was alive in spite of nearly being seared to death just a few minutes ago.

Sensing the tension has eased a bit,it was the perfect time to leave. He was still trespassing private property and he has overstayed his welcome.

Diluc blinked. “You stowed yourself from all the way from Sumeru to here? How are you still alive?”

Kaeya shrugged. He didn’t know how he was alive when many that tried before him were either apprehended by port authorities or died along the way.

were there. He then frowned.

“I’m from Sumeru.” He said softly, which is kind of true given Khaenriah’s subterranean location. “My father’s sick and wanted me to leave for greener pastures. My father gave me all that we had and I stowed myself.”

fertilizer.

He watched the red haired man look around his bag before tossing it back to him. “Alright. You convinced me. You say you are a refugee huh? Where are you from and why did you run away?” He rose his brow.

Kaeya held his bag and took a peek; thankfully all of his meager belongings

The blue haired man just sighed, he didn’t the other to burn him. The Khaenriahn didn’t have a vision, and he was no match for someone who towered over him, muscled with battle scars as a testament to his mettle, AND a vision holder.

Any wrong move or Kaeya will become one with the vineyard’s

younger man. “Alright, you convinced me, for now.”

Kaeya panted, his soul returning to him. He quickly scrambled to get his bag, but a black boot stomped on it before Kaeya could even reach for it.

“Ah ah. I suppose I deserve a little snoop. You did trespass in my property after all.”