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𝕭𝖑𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝕷𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 Part 1, Chapter 2: Traps

Hero Kaeya x Villain male reader

Summary: Kaeya sees these times as the good old days. You don’t really agree. He catches you in silly traps that you somehow manage to fall for every time, though they're easy to break out of.

Word Count: 2,857

Warnings: two long non-heated kisses, implied death of very minor characters

Mayb’s notes: don’t look at the basic spell name 😭 this chapter’s quite comical in comparison to the ones that will come.

Sometime 7 years ago…

Life after leaving Mondstadt wasn’t as horrible as you’d thought it would be. Though you may not always have the luxuries of a warm roof over your head, the security of the city walls, nor expendable resources within finger’s reach, it certainly felt freer; This was ironic, of course, for the city of Monstadt was often deemed to be the city of Freedom.

It certainly wasn’t easy to adapt to it that first night, but you’d come to enjoy nature’s omnipresence around you.

The sounds of birds singing and the calm running of water, the feeling of the warm sun against your skin and soft blades of grass beneath your feet, this was something you enjoyed each morning.

Which is why you’re quite perturbed by hanging upside down on a rope.

“Kaeya.” You say.

“(y/n).” He returns, a warm smile on his face. “Has anyone ever told you you don’t look your best upside down?”

“Has anyone ever told you the same?”

Kaeya shakes his head. He’d expected a better comeback. Has this past year softened you? He thought it would have the opposite effects on you. “Couldn’t have said anything better?”

“I don’t know, Kaeya. The blood’s rushin’ to my head.” To be fair, you were also racking your head for some incantations that could cut this rope.

“Hmm, I suppose you’re right.” He bends down to inspect the items that had fallen off of you when he caught you in his trap. “I don’t remember these being in the bag of items we gave you.” He decides he shall examine the items outside of the pouch and then the ones inside. He murmurs the names of each of them in the order that he sees them in.

This gives you time to escape.

Soon enough, you remember the name of one such incantation you were looking for. “Secare.” Kaeya only has enough time to glance up when you utter its call, because once the rope is cut, you fall right on top of him. You hadn’t thought this far in.

“Ouch,” Kaeya grimaces. “Couldn’t you control the way you fell or something?”

As romantic as it would’ve been to fall face to face, you really couldn’t. “Oh, shut up.” You could kick him in the face if you wanted to, or if you were irritated enough. You don’t –even though it would be really satisfying– both because he would complain about his ‘pretty face’ and because he could do the same thing to you. “‘Course I couldn’t.”

“Not even with your wizard stuff?” He groans as he sits up. “You’ve ruined my uniform too.”

You roll your eyes, choosing to ignore that question. “I know you’ve got plenty of spares, the Knights make sure of it. By the way, what did they do with mine? I still remember they had my name stitched on there.”

“We burnt them.” He says nonchalantly as he wipes off his clothes. Going off of how casually he says this, you deduct that he’s bluffing.

“Really?” There’s a sarcasm in your voice and Kaeya can hear it bright as day.

“Alright, alright, we didn’t.” He admits. “Initially they ripped the stitching of the label and planned to reuse them, but then there were stupid skeptics that thought you’d somehow ‘enchanted’ the clothing,” He says enchanted while putting quotation marks up in the air. It’s silly. If you weren’t in pain and a little ticked off because he tried to trap you, you would’ve laughed. “so they had to get wizards or sorcerers to try to sense magic on them. Even though they confirmed there was none, the skeptics stayed suspicious.”

“Sounds about right.” Knowing Mondstadt’s population, some, if not most, of those skeptics were drunk while making those accusations. Then in the morning after the wizards didn’t find any evidence, they would be too embarrassed to admit they were both wrong and drunk.

“They did get rid of them though. The public was incessant.”

“You mean to say you didn’t keep any? I remember giving you one.” Kaeya, as much as he tries to hide it, is flustered. After all that time together, you could clearly tell.

He diverts his eyes from you, fiddling with his fingers, “Maybe.” Perhaps you brought up a touchy subject. He clears his throat, “We gave the rest of them to your parents.”

Right, your parents. “Do you know how they are, by any chance?”

“Regrettably, I don’t.” He sighs, “They shut down their tavern soon after you left. As hard as I tried to persuade Varka to allow me to play delivery man, I was not the one who returned the uniforms.” He meets your gaze and just with a glance into his eyes, you can tell he’s being genuine. “Haven’t heard much of them since.”

Kaeya decides time for catching up is over. He stands and wipes the dirt off his knees then offers a hand.

You raise a brow, “You just tried to trap me, why would I take your hand?”

“I admit defeat.” He shrugs. A charming smile is ever present on his lips, yet it almost feels mocking. His hand is still outstretched, almost as if he’s a gracious victor, even though it may be the opposite. “So?”

You sigh. Something about him makes you want to take his offer, so you do. If he has another trick up his sleeve, you are so going to regret this decision.

“Attaboy.” He says as he heaves you up, “Wasn’t so hard was it, darling?”

His hand is warm. It makes you miss him even more. You clear your throat, in the hopes it may also clear those tempting thoughts of yours. It doesn’t. This blistering silence is making it worse, and what’s more, you don’t have the heart to break it.

After simmering in insufferable silence and realizing you’re not planning to break it, Kaeya lets go of your hand. “I can’t promise I won’t be back. At the same time, I can’t promise I will.” He takes a deep bow, “But I’ll try my hardest to see you again.”

He winks, to which you groan. “Dramatic.” You mutter, though your low tone of voice doesn’t mean you don’t want him to hear it.

“Isn’t that what you love about me?”

After a couple days without a sight of the hero, you’d fallen back into a sense of security. Looking back at it now, it was quite idiotic of you. The next trap you fall for is much more embarrassing than the last. In fact, they both seemed to be straight out of a children’s book.

“ow.” All you can hope for is that Kaeya isn’t here.

“You fell for it again!” Just your luck. He laughs, though you’re thankful you can’t see his smug face yet. “I thought only a fool would fall for this one.”

Thankfully, you had a flying spell. You emerge from the ditch –that was previously covered with foliage and sticks– he’d somehow carved big, floating in the air. “Only a fool like myself would leave so close to the city too.” You reply with a sigh.

He laughs once again, this time from your position: cross-legged and cross-armed. “Managed to tick you off with this one, have I?”

“I don’t know, you tell me.”

Though his traps may have failed, he thoroughly enjoys annoying you. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He smirks.

“You are putting in so much effort for me.” The spell takes much concentration, so you float back to safe land. Kaeya thinks you’re oh so oblivious to have landed so close to the brink of the pit. “I wonder why. What’s happened back in Mondstadt within these two years that-”

All of a sudden, Kaeya’s hand is on your chest. In the blink of an eye, he’s pushed you back in, but you’re better than that. Well… not that much better.

“Auggh.” You groan. You’ve fallen on your back thrice within a week, and this time, you’ve fallen with someone on top of you. He’s not a lightweight either.

Speaking of which, “Now that, uggh- is romantic.” He says between groans.

You would’ve rolled your eyes if they were open. For now, you sigh and use the freehand that is currently not being crushed by Kaeya’s chest to rub your temples. “Are you going to get off?”

“No, not anytime soon, I think.” He chuckles, though he adjusts himself so that you can free your hand. Thankfully, he has a little bit of mercy.“You know, this is very intimate.”

“I know that, Kaeya.” At any rate, it seems like you don’t know that enough. When you open your eyes again, the knight is right up in your face. You blink once, then twice, and finally process the situation. “You just had to take the opportunity, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did.”

At the very least, you’ve got enough strength to sit up.

“My, my, you’re strong.”

You ignore that comment, “You had me surveying my surroundings every moment of the day. Just when I settle back into normal life, you’ve caught me in one of your traps. It’s quite bothersome, you know that right-”

He cuts you off with a long overdue kiss. His lips are just as sweet as you remembered. He parts to say, “God, I’ve missed you so so much.” then continues. It’s chaste and tender and most of all, a gesture of longing. You regret not seeing him for years. God, you should’ve tried harder to stay together.

However, as much as you enjoy it, you put a hand to his chest to stop him.

“What is it?” Kaeya, for the first time since you were last in Mondstadt, seems unsure of himself. “Did I misread the situation?”

“Yeah.” You let out a small laugh when you see Kaeya pretty much fold in on himself in embarrassment. “Don’t get me wrong, it was nice. Just… perhaps this wasn’t the best place or time.”

“Right.”

The third and final time Kaeya’s got you in a trap, he seems quite unaffected by the last time you met. You suppose that’s a good thing, for the most part.

He’s got you in a metal cage like damn prey. The details of how you got in here are not important, for it would be horrendously embarrassing to retell them. As funny as it is to see you squatting inside a small cage like this, Kaeya doesn’t seem the least bit amused.

“So, I talked to the person who delivered your uniform. They said that your parents invited them in for a drink and a snack to nibble on and all that jazz,” Those are your parents, alright. “even though they just came in to deliver your uniform. They also mentioned one crucial piece of information, they said that your parents were moving to the countryside soon. This was a while ago, so they’re probably there already.”

You sigh in relief, knowing that they’ll be safe. You can’t imagine how many people would try to target them just because they were affiliated with you.

“Why are you trying to trap me, anyway? Did the king suddenly decide he wanted me dead instead of gone?” You wouldn’t put it past him.

“There’s a bounty out for you.” Of course there is. You couldn’t just stand down against those senseless knights that came out for you, even though you wouldn’t dare touch the city. It was merely self defense. Thankfully, you didn’t recognize them. Perhaps they were young knights just waiting to prove their name.

There’s one more thing he didn’t mention. “How much was it for?”

“...a couple million mora.”

“A couple million?!” You shoot up, forgetting that you’re in a cage and banging your head against the bars. “ow-”

Kaeya takes a deep breath, mustering up his courage to ask this next question, “Are you mad?”

“No, not really.” You snicker. Kaeya doesn’t have time to express his relief because you then say, “I respect the hustle.” He bursts out laughing, rightfully so.

Once he calms down sufficiently, he says, “So I’ve got two options for you. You give me some of your belongings which I can use to prove your death, or this can get gruesome.” You stare at him blankly, so Kaeya knows which one you’re choosing. “I assume that means the former.”

Once he lets you out of that darn cage, you list a couple things you could give to him, your old knife –it was rather dull and it has been since you got it, you wouldn’t be able to restore it well enough now– a tearing of your clothes, a tuft of your hair, and a page off your hit list.

“Your hit list?”

“Oh, shoot, right.” Not everybody- nobody knows about that book of yours. The pages weren’t full, sure, but it wasn’t common courtesy to possess one in the first place.

Kaeya isn’t as disturbed as you thought he’d be. “Ominous.” He laughs it off.

You know he’s curious about the names on the list, so you turn your back to a tree and tear off a page of crossed out names real quick. Kaeya gives them a onceover, quite curious about the fact he doesn’t recognize any of these names; so, he asks about it. “Couple thieves.” He shrugs it off.

For some reason, he insists on helping you with the last two.

Kaeya sits in front of you, trying to find a piece of your hair that wouldn’t affect your overall look if it was cut slightly shorter. “This feels like something out of a fairytale.” You remark. How so? He’s about to cut your hair with a dagger.

“What sorts of fairytales did you read as a child?” You shrug. “Aha!” He exclaims when he finds a good piece. It’s cute, really. “Stay still.”

It turns out the piece he’d found did affect your haircut, not that it mattered to you.

“It’s alright.”

“It’s not!”

“It’s really fine, Kaeya.”

After a bit of a crisis, Kaeya accepts your fate. You’re gonna be unattractive for the rest of your life- that is, until you get a haircut again.

Then, he finds a spot on your clothes to tear off. This spot just so happens to be on your chest, which makes you think –you’re actually quite sure of it– that he’s doing this to indulge himself. He cuts a part of your shirt, and hey, now you’re kind of matching. You don’t know what Kaeya sees in having such open blouses.

“My eyes are up here.”

“Hmm? Oh.” He snickers, “I’m well aware.”

The both of you stand. Kaeya makes sure all these objects are in his pouch and then he turns to you again. There’s a sad smile on his face. The sight of it affects your mood too. “So, this is goodbye?”

“This is goodbye.”

He takes a hold of your newly torn shirt and brings you in for a kiss. For having less of a surface area, his grip is really strong. This kiss is… melancholy. It pours out all the feelings of longing for the years you haven’t seen each other and all the love that you regained for this little time you’ve had. You don’t want to let go, and neither does he.

But, sooner or later, you must.

There’s almost a tear to his eye, and if it is there, Kaeya’s good at hiding it. “Promise me you won’t get yourself on a bounty board again?”

“I promise. Don’t get yourself killed, hero.”

He offers a small smile in return, “Same goes for you, villain.”

Back to the present...

Your promise ended up broken. After the people found out you were alive again, you were on several bounty boards all over Teyvat.

“Wait, wait, so what did Diluc say when he heard the news?”

“He was impressed, but mostly horrified.”

“You did what?! You killed your ex. Are you crazy, Kaeya? I thought you left on good terms- You told me you left on good terms!”

Kaeya mimics the former Captain’s voice, and he does so terribly. You’re sure he does so on purpose. “What about Lisa and Jean?”

“You’ve really gone and done it, Kaeya.” Lisa says. “I’m impressed. Both at your determination and battle prowess. Are you hiding injuries under your clothes? ‘Cause I’m not seeing any on your skin.”

“You- You-” Jean was at a loss for words. “Kaeya, it’s just mora. You went and- I’m not talking to you about this.”

“Varka?”

“He laughed it off, but I’m pretty sure he was mortified. He probably-”

Your chatter is cut off when you see the familiar stone walls of Mondstadt. Your heart’s pounding in your chest. This will be your first time in Mondstadt in years. There are many emotions swirling around within you, amongst them stands out fear. What if someone finds out you’re back? What would they do to you?

“Remember what we said?” Kaeya interrupts your thoughts.

“We’ve said a lot of things.”

“Don’t get yourself killed, villain.” He quotes your own words.

You nod, even though he can’t see. “Same goes for you, hero.”

#OH DAMN THAT WAS GOOD 😫#[🌝]reblogs

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