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[unmelting]

Kaeya is in over his head, which is not something he's used to. The cavalry captain of the Knights of Favonius is usually prepared, usually pulling strings and planning and plotting before he even sets a foot into any situation or gets his own hands dirty.

But something has gone wrong. Clearly.

It started a few days ago. Kaeya hadn't felt right, but there was nothing he could really pin down as specifically wrong, so it was easy enough to shrug it off. Sure, he's feeling vaguely overheated, his thoughts too easily distracted, every little scent suddenly overwhelming. But he can still manage.

So when Jean asks that he go investigate some trouble in the ruins outside of the city, he really doesn't have a good reason not to agree. It should be fine. A simple trip really, though he does see the vague concern in the acting Grand Master's eyes at how distracted he seems. He pulls himself together to wave it off. And off he goes.

Now here he is, having found the root of the problems that Jean has sent him to. The source of the trouble is a band of treasure hoarders, ones that he has dealt with before. Tensions rise, and Kaeya should be able to handle this -- either through clever words or icy sword blows. It's nothing he hasn't overcome before. Except this time, he feels like he's losing his mind. And two of the treasure hoarders realize it, two alphas who have caught the very distinct scent of an omega in heat.

Kaeya, on the other hand, is still clueless. He's a beta, after all. When his peers had begun presenting, he never had, and had accepted what that meant for him. Honestly, it was simpler that way. Wasn't it? But here he is, sword in hand but not raised, one visible eye wide, pupil blown, face flushed, as he watches the men approach.

'Don't worry,', one of the men croons, 'We're more than happy to help. You're lucky you found us.'

A frown crosses Kaeya's face. That doesn't... sound right. But maybe he does need help. Hmm.

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[unmelting]

The grin breaks out at the eye roll. Good, exactly what he'd hoped for. Pleased with himself he leans into Diluc all the more to give him better access to his back, another contented sigh.

Diluc is right, of course, he can manage to do much of his work -- the work he's left with anyway, while Diluc is covering the majority of his more energetic duties -- from their home.

A quiet chuckle at the mention of Jean. Hard to pin down, is it? "Well, I can't argue with that. It's not in my nature to be predictable."

[searingwing]

“It is not.” He says, with a slight twitch of his brow. But he knows one way Kaeya is predictable. He leans in and scrapes his fangs on his neck.

Mm, “But I am so we balance out.” He gathers some of the blankets and pulls them over them. That’s how Adenline will find them. He is fine with that. Diluc leans in and kisses Kaeya lightly on the lips. “And with this arrangement we can keep up my reports and our discussions. Even when you’re far along and on extremely light duties.”

[unmelting]

Kaeya shivers and breathes out a laugh at the touch of those teeth. Careful, Diluc. He probably shouldn't get stirred up. And thankfully he settles in comfortably with those blankets, eyes falling shut to just enjoy the closeness.

"After the kids are born, we'll both need to take leave from our duties." He wants Diluc to be there in their first days, and he knows Diluc wants the same. They're going to do right by their children.

And even if they're chatting casually while they cuddle, and even if they're waiting for Adelinde to appear, beneath the covers, Kaeya slips his fingers up under Diluc's shirt, over the bare skin of his chest. Warm. This is his happy place.

[searingwing]

“Who said that wasn’t one of the arrangements I’ve made? The estate and winery we’re handled in my absence before. And the network will shift a representative over to take care of my other duties while we stay with our children.”

The earliest days of their children will be theirs. He tucks Kaeya close and the stress of worry and fear ebbs and he drifts off. A low deep rumbling purr rolls through the air. He feels safe and happy.