scarlet and amethyst

a blog dedicated to keqing and diluc from genshin impact. it's run by the self-proclaimed ceos.

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hello!

Very quick introductory post because I forgot that’s kind of important! My name is Rupe (she/her) and I run this blog alongside Yuvi (she/her)! At this point in time, all the art you’ve seen has been made by her, and I’ve written all the fics. We alternate sometimes, but until then, that’s how it is. We hope you enjoy your stay as we enjoy all things Lucqing ❤️💜 yuvi’s socials: twitter, ao3, tumblr rupe’s socials: twitter, ao3, tumblr

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Thank you for making this blog I love it. Gosh I wished I had talent to make stuff for this ship all I can give you is this idea though

These two going on a horse ride in mond together.

They really are, oh my god. Why am I now seeing this LMAO

Thank you for the message, darling! They take the horses out every now and then, hehe <3

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win for me

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the little mermaid, but make it lucqing

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🩸

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hihi! i’m not feeling too great, but i’ll do my best to queue some fics! in advance, my ao3 is linked in pinned!

much love!  ~ mod rupe

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Can we pretend that airplanes in the noight sky are loik shooting stars?✈🌌💫

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figure it out,

pairing: diluc ragnvindr x keqing tags: light angst, introspection, long fights/short tempers, angst with a happy ending, they’re okay i swear ao3 a/n: haha, please enjoy it <3 ~o~ It was stupid to be angry, he thought, pinching the bridge of his nose as he focused on relaxing the hold his anxieties had on his chest. It was foolish to ponder over something that happened hours prior, foolish to light a match when he knew how short their wicks were. And yet he -- they -- did it anyway, regret seeping into his frame as his shoulders slumped and his expression fell. 

or, diluc ponders the remnants of a disagreement.

~o~ It was very easy, almost too easy, to realize when something had happened between the two, the tension that hung above their heads seeming fragile enough to shatter if one of them even dared to breathe. 

The breaths that left him were tired and heavy-laden, accented with what could only be exhaustion as he watched raindrops slide down the window. The weather was relentless and unforgiving, merciless as it pounded against the side of the manor. He liked to think they were reminiscent of his emotions, of his feelings, of the frustration he felt as his brows furrowed together, a heavy sigh slipping past his lips as he pulled himself up. 

It was stupid to be angry, he thought, pinching the bridge of his nose as he focused on relaxing the hold his anxieties had on his chest. It was foolish to ponder over something that happened hours prior, foolish to light a match when he knew how short their wicks were. And yet he --  they  -- did it anyway, regret seeping into his frame as his shoulders slumped and his expression fell. 

He felt his heart skip a beat when he heard her moving around the study, the grip he had on his slacks tightening just a tad. He listened as her bare feet padded across the flower, stopping at what he assumed was her desk before fading away. She didn’t say a word, she didn’t have to, and still he found himself wishing she said something, wishing he turned around to acknowledge her presence and pull her towards him in an effort to beg for forgiveness. 

(forgiveness for what? he can no longer remember, only dwelling on the memories of her voice rivalling his own, of the spit and venom that laced his tone as they looked at each other in ways he had hoped they never would) 

But he didn’t, swallowing the lump in his throat as the door creaked again, a telltale sign that she was leaving. 

He fingered a loose string on his sweater, watching as children ran and kicked through the mud outside. Kaeya would say this was when he should apologize. Kaeya would say they were both in the wrong and it would take more work on his part to ever get back into her good books. And,  Archons , he knew his brother was right, knew that just standing here and watching the rain fall was only allowing the problem to fester into something more. One would think with this knowledge he’d finally bring himself out of his standstill, though, in reality, he couldn’t bring himself to move, dejected as he stared at his reflection in the glass. 

His eyes widened when he felt her arms wrap around his torso, her small, slender fingers tangling themselves in the fabric of his clothes as she pressed her cheek against his spine. He must have missed her while he was buried deep in his thoughts, unaware of the happenings of the world around him as she snuck up on his person. 

The surprise quickly melted away into understanding when she exhaled, shaky as she opened her mouth to speak. “Don’t say anything,” she said quietly, and he nodded as he allowed his head to rest on the cool, foggy window. It wasn’t much by any means but it was  something,  he decided, covering her hands with his own. In time, he knew they would figure it out eventually, in time, he knew they would be able to sit and talk about it.  

No good thing came to those who chased after it hurriedly, and so, for her sake and his, he was willing to wait. 

FIN

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lazy days,

pairing: diluc ragnvindr x keqing tags: fluff, lazy days, established relationship, big domestic, sleepy cuddles~ ao3 a/n: sorry for the delay! i come bearing gifts! ~o~ To be fair, she may have forgotten that he had stayed over the night before, wiggling away from his touch when he sat by the edge of the bed. To be fair, she was only avoiding him like the plague because she knew if she gave in, he’d drag her up and out of the confines of her sweet, sweet bed, dropping dreary tasks and reality overtop her head as if they were a bucket of cryo infused water (she looks at him anyway; he’s too pretty for her not to)

or, keqing and diluc on a sleepy, lazy day.

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It’s one of those days, one of those rare, lazy days when the world outside was muddied and grey and the world inside was just as ugly. 

 She has half the mind to disappear under her covers even more than she already has, until not even her head can be seen, or the body beneath rumpled sheets is anything but recognizable. There is still so much to do for the Qixing, so much to do before the day’s out, and yet she can’t bring herself to move, stretching her limbs before staring at the blank ceiling in her room.

 Rain, while one of her favourite types of weather, was an absolute shit show on days like this, the yelling from the docks reaching her ears as fishermen and merchants did their best to meet the day’s expectations before the heaven’s downpour became too much. Archons, she’s so ready to go back to bed, covering her eyes with her hands just as the door to her bedroom is pushed open.

 She stares, dumbly, at his equally idiotic smile, and her chest tightens uncomfortably at the beautiful red hair that falls past his shoulders. Unfair, unfair, Diluc is so unfair to her, resting the tray she didn’t realize he was holding on the nightstand next to her head. To be fair, she may have forgotten that he had stayed over the night before, wiggling away from his touch when he sat by the edge of the bed. To be fair, she was only avoiding him like the plague because she knew if she gave in, he’d drag her up and out of the confines of her sweet, sweet bed, dropping dreary tasks and reality overtop her head as if they were a bucket of cryo infused water.

 (she looks at him anyway; he’s too pretty for her not to)

 “This is strange,” he tells her, pushing unruly lavender strands out of her eyes. He doesn't wait for her to answer, however, and she watches as he slides to the middle of the bed so he could fix her in between his legs, fingers moving through her hair. “You usually always wake before me, you know that, Keqing?” he asks, and she offers a half-hearted hum as she grabs the teacup from off the tray. She doesn't have to look at him to know he’s smiling. “There was thunder and lightning earlier this morning,” he adds, making conversation, and she feels her shoulders sag at this fact, his nails barely grazing her scalp. “It’s a shame you missed it. They almost looked purple today.”

 She pulls her head away then, turning around so she could look at him properly. Suddenly too aware of the fact that she just woke up, she covers her mouth before fixing him with a glare. “What’s the meaning of this, Diluc?” she mumbles, weary as his fingers curl themselves in the ends of her hair.

 He shrugs, donning that stupid smile again. “Nothing in particular,” he says flatly, and she relishes in the healthy, pink coat that stains his cheeks. “I simply decided to treat you today.”

 She frowns, unimpressed. “Liar,” she deadpans.

 His face reddens as he motions for her to fix herself. Got him. “Alright, fine. It wasn’t my intention to treat you today, but you say some of the strangest things when you’re near awake, my dear,” he admits, and now it’s her turn to blush as he begins to chuckle, bending over to rest the teacup on the nightstand so she doesn't spill it. And then she pinches his thigh, laughing in his stead when he curses.

 “And pray tell, Master Ragnvindr, what did I tell you?” she inquires, leaning into his touch.

 He pokes her thigh in weak retaliation, before resuming his work on removing the tangles in her hair. He hums thoughtfully, pondering. “Well, Lady Yuheng, you told me, and I quote: ‘Ningguang’s gonna be  so  mad at me if I don’t finish all my work today, but,  bloody hell,  I’m tired as fuck and don’t feel like doing --’”

 She elbows his stomach before he can finish, rolling her eyes when he begins to wheeze through his laughter. His hands fall away from her hair as he rests his head on her shoulder, exhaling once before calming down. “I don’t sound like that, you little shit,” she spits, but there is no venom in her voice, only love and endearment as he wraps his arms around her waist. Instinctively, she buries her fingers in his hair, teasing the scarlet tresses as his sighs tickle her back.

 Then, quietly: “thank you, Diluc,” she whispers, bashful as he smiles against her skin.

 “Any time, Keqing,” he replies, the sound of the rain hitting the window only seeming to dull as time went on.

 It’s one of those days, one of those rare, lazy days when the world outside was muddied and grey and the world inside was just as ugly. 

 She still wants to disappear under the covers where not even the Qixing will find her, and the desire to run away from her responsibilities and become a hermit still rears its ugly head in the back burner of her mind. But in truth… In truth, they barely seem like good ideas compared to spending the early morning in the arms of her lover, his steady breaths serving as an anchor as the sky continues to weep with no signs of relenting.

 (it almost seems pathetic to her, to place so much faith and trust in a man she barely gets to see, and yet she chooses to revel in it, eyes slipping shut as gravity pulls them under.)

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I care them🥺

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she’s alright btw

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please be alright

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after this weekend, I will be done uploading the art to be up to speed, so from then on, the art posts may be less frequent

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yuvi with all the hard carry posts!!!

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fish under the moonlight🌙

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summer is best spent with you🏖☀️