#kaeya x fem!reader

[pearlywritings]

Sometimes the name doesn't matter

synopsis: sometimes it matters that you are his wife.

pairings: Alhaitham, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, a little bit of bullying, a bit of unwelcome drunk flirting, characters are whipped for their wives

word count: 5.4k+ words

a/n: part 2 can be read here!

Alhaitham 

Your husband is… Truly something. Honestly, that's the best way to describe this epitome of nonchalance, smugness and sarcasm, sprinkled with sharp glares and served with a smartass sauce. No one would be able to swallow such a nasty pill, yet you somehow managed. But that's what doctors say, right? The medicine might be bitter, but it'll get better. And it did.

Hard to believe, but the Akademiya's Scribe is enamored by you - it took time to realize, many interactions for him to see that you do not rise annoyance in him, multiple times sharing the eye contact and hundreds of hours being your interlocutor to cognize the beauty of you, but when he fell - he fell hard, and the realization didn't make him feel repulsed. On the contrary, it brought him inexplicable peace, and, being an efficient and straightforward man he is, Alhaitham faced you the very next day and asked out on a date.

The rest is history. You dated, you moved in, you got married - the sequence your husband perfected in its briefness to be over with quickly anytime his colleagues or anyone asked about you and your relationship. You, of course, would give a more detailed summary to your friends, speaking of him so tenderly, always witnessing the same reaction - disbelief. And you get it where they come from - after all, your partner is known to not be the most cordial person. He prefers it that way though - he is bothered much less and can dedicate that free time to his lovely wife.

He makes it a point to not leave the house unnecessarily early, just exactly enough to get to his office on time, and same with finishing his work, bluntly rejecting anyone who tries to approach him with stuff. This way he doesn’t waste a second with you, quite on contrary, sometimes a couple of hours can be added, if you visit him during the afternoon to go grab lunch together, or enjoy the one you brought with you, and then rest somewhere in a private spot with your head on his shoulder, holding a bigger hand that is resting on your thigh, while his other one is occupied with a book. This is enough to power you both up to push through the rest of the day, and Alhaitham really appreciates it, never failing to give you a kiss on the lips and murmuring the soft words of reassurance, before parting your ways till the evening.

Today is one of those days when you find yourself in the House of Daena with a home-cooked lunch neatly wrapped and warm in your hands. A couple of librarians greet you on the way, knowing perfectly well who you are, and you smile at them. One older woman, who’s always been fond of your character, informs you that Alhaitham hasn’t left the Grand Sage’s office since the moment he arrived, and you thank her for going out of her way to reassure you that you will not need to search for him.

There’s another exchange of greetings at the bottom of an elevator and just seconds later you start ascending to the above of the huge library. The quiet whirling of mechanisms is calming and you hum softly to yourself, imagining that tender look in those light turquoise eyes, a rare shine in orange-ringed yellow pupils and a slight pull of thin lips upon seeing your figure and catching a whiff of food you brought. A content sigh escapes your chest and you prepare to soon step off the huge round platform.

But instead of catching a glimpse of your husband, you are met with sharp black eyes, staring at you and a scowl present on the face of a person you don't believe you've seen before, at least not long enough to remember. You blink in surprise, eyes darting to look at the man from head to toe - he is wearing the Akademiya’s robes, but there is no indicator to which Darshan he belongs to. A Matra perhaps? But you are used to seeing a completely different face of a scholar Alhaitham appointed as his secretary for the period of time he’d fulfill the role of an Acting Grand Sage. Panah has soft brown eyes, always nodding to you in a greeting and leaving upon your arrival if it is lunch time and his boss doesn’t instruct him to stay and carry on with his job, not minding you two.

This one practically glares at you, arms crossed and posture intimidating. You simply tilt your head in question, waiting for him to say something.

“Who allowed you to enter?”

The tone of his voice is pretty rude, and the gruff voice doesn't add grace to it. You are not one to judge someone by their looks - your husband is the proof of that, so you decide to brush it off and simply answer.

"Shohre of course, as usual."

“...as usual?” His brows furrow, and you get even more confused with the question. Is your husband having some kind of an impromptu inspection? He didn’t tell you anything about it in the morning, and since the Akasha got turned off, there is no simple way to warn you of it. 

"Is Alhaitham holding any meeting, perhaps?" You try, knowing it's absurd since he doesn't love his sweet lunch time being interrupted, but right now it's hard to find an explanation for this hostile-acting man's actions.

"You have so little respect for the Acting Great Sage?"

This time the booming edge in his words makes an echo in a pretty vast space and almost makes you flinch. The situation is escalating pretty quickly.

"Sir, I don't know who you are, but I do not believe I ever deserved such treatment from you. Would you be so kind to explain what's going on or at least let me see the Acting Great Sage-"

That must've sounded kind of sarcastic, because the man looks like he is ready to fume akin to a kettle.

"Who even are you!? Who do you think you are? Demanding a meeting like that - you must know his schedule is packed, so don't you assume that your pretty face would get you through-"

"Jahan, what is going on?" The "Jahan" shuts instantly upon hearing a deep, dripping with authority voice behind him. Your face instantly brightens when you spot the tall man approaching you two with his arms crossed and the most nonchalant expression etched in his features.

“We have an intruder, Sir.”

What in the Archon’s name- This is becoming ridiculous.

"An intruder?" He lifts his brow and glances at you, gaze lingering just for a few seconds longer. Then it returns to his subordinate. "I don't see one here."

"This woman," you move just in time not to have his index finger directly point you right in your face, "came here without prior appointment, not stating her purpose, not even stating her name!"

"Is that so?" You almost snort at how little Alhaitham cares for what this man has for an explanation, instead moving directly to you and taking a heavy lunch boxes from your hands, allowing your shoulders and arms to drop in relief.

“Her name is of no matter. All you need to know is that she is my wife.”

The room falls silent. The man stares at his boss with eyes so wide, you worry they’d pop out of his sockets. Your husband though doesn’t show any reaction to the stunned look on the man’s face, balancing all the containers in one hand, offering you the other, which you take with a smile.

"S-she what?"

"My wife. And she, along with the necessary descriptions, is literally the only person on the list of the people who are free to come and leave whenever. On the list Panah passed to you along with other instructions before taking his sick leave. Did you even skip through those?"

The tone of your husband is cold with a mocking edge, rubbing his subordinate’s incompetence in his face, and you don't need to look at the man to sense his panic.

"I-I, no of course I thoroughly looked through every single one, but I do not remember such paper, it must've been lost along the process-"

"It doesn't matter. Now you are aware. But there is one more thing you need to learn about my wife visiting."

"Yes, Sir?"

"You leave the moment she enters."

There is a momentary pause (you know Alhaitham is rolling his eyes inwardly at how slowly the notion seems to reach him), before Jahan snaps out of his stupor, slightly bows, mumbling something and quickly walks off to the elevator.

Not even waiting for the mechanism to start, your husband tugs on your hand and you take the hint, following him to the sofas and a table.

"What an imbecile," is murmured in annoyance and you finally chuckle, covering your mouth with a hand.

Your husband is truly something, but one thing is absolutely certain - his wife is the only person that really worths his nerves and time.

Ayato

Kamisato Ayato is a character of many admirable traits and worth-mentioning accomplishments, a great leader, an amazing big brother, a boss held in high regard, and a loving husband of three years to you. This last, but not the least, is Commissioner's favorite, and he makes sure to show it every opportunity present in his individual mischievous way.

You know he gets away with a lot of things, and for numerous reasons, ranging from being the head of the Yashiro Commission, to him being pretty unknown by face among the commoners due to Ayaka handling all the public affairs. This one in particular is harmless, but there is that little thing which drives you up the wall - he does it only when you are present, leaving you very flustered and with a fast beating heart.

"My name? Oh, I am a husband. This gorgeous woman's husband."

"Lord Kamisato? No need to be so formal with me, just call me her husband."

"'Kamisato Ayato' and all my titles are so long to write down, can't I sign it with 'Y/n's hubby' instead?"

"Kamisato Y/n's husband. That's who I am."

"Ayaka, have you forgotten? No more calling me 'big brother', only 'Y/n's husband- Stop laughing, I am serious!"

The last one is literally happening right before your eyes, with the younger sibling hiding her smile and suppressing her giggles behind her intricately decorated fan, as the older one has taken his glove off, wiggling his fingers to show the glistening golden band wrapped around one of them. You, on the other hand, are trying to cover your heated face with a stack of papers you picked when Ayaka entered the office and addressed her big brother as, well, big brother. Peeking above the filled with reports sheets you catch a sly smile playing on Ayato's lips, while his usually piercing eyes reflect the special kind of adoration he holds for you.

You know why he is doing this - the man fought hard for your heart and then hand in marriage, and since it is now a reality, he absolutely keens on that "I am your husband" notion. Sometimes it's a perfect ice breaker in introducing you two to new people, sometimes it's a reason for an eye roll (yours as well), at times it puts people in stupor which Ayato uses to his advantage, but there is always only one initial thought behind every single one of them - showing the world he is proud to be your partner with a label "husband" on it.

And this sentiment is fully returned! However you never had an opportunity to do the same - he always beats you to it, and leaves bashful long enough for the moment to become wasted. You know you can always talk it through with him and he’d be more than happy to give you a chance, but, after all these times he left you speechless, it’s simply a matter of pride to pay him back. Besides… You really-really want to see his reaction if you told someone important those words. 

That you are his wife.

You hear a soft knock on the living room’s door where you and Ayato are sitting next to each other at one side of the low table.

“Lord and Lady Kamisato, the guests have arrived.”

“Wonderful, please let them in.”

The man notices your elation upon hearing those words and smiles to himself - your friends from another nation, whom you haven’t seen properly in ages, finally managed to reach the coasts of Inazuma and seek a meeting to reconnect with you and also meet your mysterious husband you’ve written and praised so much in your letters.

The scene is heartwarming. Two girls around your age are tightly hugging you with excited squeals while the man that came in together with them, patiently waits to be introduced. Ayato follows his example, watching your grinning face, filing away every single detail about it - the sparkles in your eyes, the rosiness of your cheeks, that adorable wrinkling of your nose when the girls say something cheesy, and the pure happiness written all over your visage.

“Oh, Y/n, it’s so nice to see you again after so long! So much happened…”

“Yes! We totally should discuss every single event! But I offer to start by introducing us and our husbands.”

“One of you got married?” You ask surprised. “I know that only one of you got recently engaged-”

“Me! But the wedding is so soon, that I already call him my husband, hehe. Oh, we brought the wedding invitation for you and your husband as well, I hope you two will make it!”

“Girls, girls, let’s calm down,” you laugh, pausing them and gesturing to the two men silently observing you - both pairs of eyes shining with admiration. “Ayato, my dear, I want you to meet my friends I’ve told you so much about…”

Your husband hears familiar names, ones he’s remembered long ago, and nods in recognition, offering each a kiss on the back of their hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet people my beloved holds in high regard.”

“Likewise,” they giggle, giving you teasing looks about how gentlemanly your spouse is, and you roll your eyes, but a smile tugging on your lips doesn’t go unnoticed.

“And I’ll take an opportunity to introduce our companion,” one of the women says, stepping closer to her fiance and offering everyone his name and a slight description of his field of work, to which Ayato hums with interest.

“And these,” your other friend gestures to you and your husband, “are Kamisato Ayato and-”

“Wife.”

Everyone falls silent and looks at you with confusion. You yourself are stunned, eyes slightly widened and heart skipping a beat. The word really just flew out of your mouth faster when you could think about it.

“Excuse me?” Your friend gapes at you, and suddenly it clicks. This spontaneous reaction, caused by your unspoken desire, presents you with a perfect opportunity. You finally can get “revenge” on your husband.

“That’s what I said, sweety,” with a smirk and boosting confidence you glance at Ayato and meet his lilac eyes, staring at you with a hint of amusement. “I am this marvelous man’s wife. You know, 'Kamisato Y/n' is way too long to pronounce. So, maybe just a wife instead?”

The silence reigns again, with the three of your guests clearly being in stupor and your husband observing you with an unreadable expression. But suddenly he laughs. Joyfully and sincerely, it plucks on the strings of your crazily beating heart. Instantly there are arms wrapping around your waist and lips pressed against your temple, and you can feel the smile he hides in your hair.

“Yes, that’s right… This remarkable woman is my wife. Most incredible and lovely wife.”

Turning your head slightly you manage to catch a soft blush dusting his porcelain skin, before he faces away from you. Oh Archons, he loves it and he is bashful!

As you fully turn in his embrace and start teasing him, loud enough for only the man to hear (you are not that cruel to embarrass him in front of people), your guests' existence is forgotten for a moment. Both girls sigh and look at the completely lost man, whose hand his future wife takes and rubs a thumb over his knuckles.

“Ah… Please, don’t mind that. She always had a strange sense of humor, and it seems that her husband only enabled it.”

That is true, but you look genuinely happy, so they can bear a week of occasional cringing.

Diluc

The annual harvest celebration has been a tradition in the Ragnvindr family for as long as the Dawn Winery existed. When Master Crepus was alive, it was hosted in the grand mansion with spacious halls and intricately decorated staircases, the one Diluc used to call his home. Guests would gather, wine bars would be uncorked and red liquid fill dozens of glasses, as he and Kaeya would curiously watch the adults interact, sneaking out of their rooms to spy from the hiding spots they knew so well.

But not anymore. Gone were the days of careless happiness he calls the past now, gone his father, gone the mansion, and gone his desire for active social interaction. It's been some years since his return and the sale of the mansion in attempts to run away from said past. The celebration came to a stop for as long as he was gone and then while he tended to re-establishing the business after arrival.

The Dawn Winery, despite all the maids and winemakers, would become so quiet. And it's not like he stayed there for long too - he was always somewhere, preoccupied by something.

That is until his life was shaken and turned upside down, and all by the hands of one single person. The person, who brought light back to his dark crimson eyes, who made him stop and think about how he can not just exist, but live, and happily so, waiting for every opportunity possible to be in the loving presence; the person who brought out that part of him he buried deep down in his graveyard of a soul, and gave it freedom to be again. The home actually started feeling like one, not a building he had a study and a bedroom in, but a place he could share with another, basking in the long-forgotten sensations, having his heart dance jigs and face soften in a tender gaze.

Many changes occurred, and, with some encouragement, he decided to bring back the tradition his father held in high regard, with only his sons' birthdays being more important to the late wine master.

The Winery is not as big as the family mansion used to be, but it is still enough space, with some of the furniture moved and the floor cleared, it can host many people. Besides, there is always a lovely outside with benches, and tables, and chairs, and it seems that Barbatos is kind to you, sending delightful weather as his gift.

Diluc is not a fan of social gatherings, however, he couldn't help but feel giddy when Adelinde exclaimed in elation at the prospect, be rather content when he saw happy smiles of the citizens - it's been a while since any proper celebration, and the monster rampage last month has been keeping everyone in a gloomy mood, and most importantly - he couldn't betray the trust and confidence his wife put into him.

…right. His wife. The ending to his reputation of the most eligible bachelor (not like he ever cared for the title), and the talk of the town for the past couple of weeks. Diluc Ragnvindr is a rather private man, and upon mutual agreement the wedding was private as well, with only few attending, and those few knew how to keep their mouths shut till the right time came. Or not, since one Cavalry Captain loves getting on the redhead's nerves and spilling some beans to the people who are willing to listen, and then not saying another word to create an intrigue.

So yes, this celebration is also a way to finally introduce the owner of the Dawn Winery's wife to the public, and put an end to all the speculations and maybe seal some lips that spew hatred towards the 'lucky woman', and there are a number of those.

You haven't been taking your eyes off the small group of nobles, standing almost in the middle of the first floor hall, loudly discussing the matter, inevitably drawing the attention of the ones not involved in the conversation, but standing rather close to them.

"I am telling you, she must be some dirty little thing, seducing our poor Master Diluc," the raven-haired tall man claims, elegantly holding a glass of dandelion wine in his long fingers. With his white and black clothes he reminds you of a dalmatian. Barking is almost identical too.

"You are right! She must be some commoner, too ashamed to show her face. If she was of a noble origin, the wedding would be grand and public," ah, and this bear-like looking man… you remember him - he was very active in trying to arrange a marriage of a very uninterested Diluc and his 17-year old daughter. You almost grimace at the thought.

"Oh yes! And we all know, that such well-known and ancient family as Ragnvindrs ought to have one of the noble daughters getting married into it," it is the first time you see this dramatically dressed woman, but even so you would've doubled in boisterous laughter if not the pretty dress Adelinde helped you lace an hour ago, that could potentially be ruined with the drink in your own glass.

You will yourself to tune them off for a moment and check on other guests. It quickly becomes clear that this conversation makes them uncomfortable. Some manage to entertain you though, by making fun of those nobles, parodying the pompous manner of their talking and snickering at that. 

Nevertheless, one shall put an end to this idiocy.

"Afternoon, good sirs and ma'ams," the group direct their gazes at you, approaching them with a polite smile and a glass absent from your hand. "I've caught pieces of your conversation earlier, and couldn't help, but feel concerned."

The derogatory gaze the woman throws your way doesn't go unnoticed, but you simply choose to ignore it.

"Is that so?" The 'Dalmatian' hums, as if condescendingly. "Are you worried about Master Diluc as well, young lady? Such compassion is admirable."

"Oh, I hardly worry about Diluc," some eyes widen at your lack of his title acknowledgement, but you once again ignore it. "I am concerned about you. You know it's bad manners to berate a person in their own house? I'd really advise you to stop talking, especially about the matter you seem to know nothing about. Not to make bigger fools of yourselves at least."

"How dare you-" the woman you haven't heard talking before, but saw her nodding a lot, with those huge feathers in her hair waving with each tilt of her head, starts gasping because of your 'insult'. "How dare you speak to us like that! A servant must stay silent until asked to open their mouth!"

"I am not a servant here, nor anywhere else," the assumption doesn't surprise you, since all the maids were allowed to wear pretty outfits even while doing their job - after all it was a celebration honoring them as well, they help the Winery keep running.

"When who in the Archon's name are you-?"

"Y/n Ragnvindr," a deep soothing voice rings behind you, so loud and clear, that it immediately shuts all the sounds in the room. 

Your lips curl in a wider smile, all the while holding the bewildered gaze of the woman who decided to pick a fight with you.

"Yes, dear?" His chest is now against your back and a hand, clad in a white glove, reaches for yours. "Are you done with welcoming our partners from Liyue?"

"Of course," the back of your hand is brought to his lips to leave a chaste kiss there, and only then you turn your head and catch a dangerous glint in those blood-colored eyes. He is pissed, but neutral face hardly betrays him. "I see we have a problem here."

"Mhm," you hum, not letting go of his hand and looking back at the tensed individuals, who were bad-mouthing you just minutes ago. "It surely isn't how we planned to reveal our marriage, but the situation called for it, I suppose."

"L-lady Ragnvindr, we didn't know-"

"Can these people be escorted out?" Your question interrupts her harshly, making her flinch. "They disturb other guests, and clearly do not know basic rules of respect."

"My dear wife," you can practically feel menace radiating off of his body, and voice dripping with smugness, "no need to ask me. That's your house as much as it's mine, and you contributed so much into organizing this event. So don't be shy to make your own decision."

"Well then," your smile gets even sweeter, contrary to your eyes that burn holes in their distasteful figures, "Get out."

Kaeya

"Hey pretty tits, hic! Argh, you come here often?"

You wouldn't think that a question like this was addressed to you, if the heavily smelling of alcohol man wasn't occupying the bar stool to your right, leaning forward in your direction. You slightly turn your head and suspiciously watch the swinging glass in his trembling hand, half full and threatening to spill the dark liquid. He really had too much tonight.

"...was that supposed to be a compliment?" 

Leaning back to avoid any unfortunate outcome, you give him an unamused look, finished with an arched brow. From the corner of your eye you can't help but notice Charles staring at the man. It is nice to know your good acquaintance doesn't ignore the possible trouble a drunkard can cause another customer.

But you can handle it.

"It was!" He exclaims so happily, childishly proud that you acknowledged the fact. Should you tell him he sucks at it? And that there is only one man whose drunk flirty compliments you'll ever accept, and even in a state like that he would manage to be good, putting a smile on your face? Right now though, the urge to grimace is stronger.

"...thanks," I suppose?. "And yes, I come here often to spend the evening with my partner."

At that his face visibly falls and you turn away, assuming it is enough to cut the conversation short, and concentrate on savoring your first drink of the evening. You ordered it while waiting for one particular Cavalry Captain, and even though it's not strange for him to come later due to astronomically fast piling up paperwork, today he seems to be particularly busy. Maybe you should purchase a bottle and come to his quarters?

Just before you could do just that, there is a hand sliding over your right hip and a hot breath caressing the shell of your ear. You don't even flinch or freeze, recognizing the alluring presence immediately and leaning back into the firmness of his chest.

"You are late, Kaeya."

A soft chuckle and a kiss to the temple make it pretty clear that the azure-haired man cracked your fake rebuke on the spot, knowing that you are not one bit angry at him, but actually really happy to finally have him here.

"I apologize, princess," another kiss, this time to your cheek, "work's been a bit tough. But I am glad to finally be here with my woman."

"Youuurr?"

Ah, you completely forgot about the drunkard to your right.

Turning to look at Kaeya's reaction, you are stricken by the star-shaped pupil gazing right at you - he hasn't even glanced in the other man's direction, instead fixated on you completely. And that is making wonders to your poor heart.

"Who's that, snowflake?" His tone holds curiosity, but you know your lover, and you know when he is ready to be an ass. You shouldn't encourage this, however…

You'd love to see Kaeya Alberich tell the suitor off for you.

"No idea. But he said I have pretty tits."

He hums at that.

"True, but I would've aimed for that delicious butt. I am a simple man, after all."

You barely slap his hand in time, not nearly as drunk to start touching each other right here and right now. At your jab in his ribs he simply laughs heartily, settling his palm back onto your hip and momentarily redirecting his attention to the troublemaker who's been staring at you two throughout the whole exchange.

"You are not from here, are you?"

Only when your lover says that, do you decide to take in the other man's appearance. Indeed, if you were to look longer at him (not like you were interested) it would be easy to guess Fontaine as his land of origin.

"And what?" He straightens his back and puffs his chest as if trying to intimidate. What a rooster. "Does it prevent me from pursuing a pretty woman from another region?"

Oh, so now it's not simply one flirting remark, but a full-blown pursuit? How troublesome.

"Oh no, no, of course not," honey is dripping off those pretty lips, pulled into a smirk. "It's just that otherwise you'd know it's a bad tone to hit on someone's ex-girlfriend."

Confusion appears on the pursuer's face and you look inquiringly at Kaeya as well. The only answer you get is a wink and a mouthed request to order him a drink. Still perplexed, you nevertheless turn to Charles and ask him to make the Cavalry Captain the usual. 

Meanwhile the man pulls his thoughts together.

"It's stupid! If she is your ex, then how does it not give me the right to date her? Ridiculous. Why do you even hold her like that!?"

The shouting gathers attention from other patrons - some were invested almost from the beginning, seeing how that unknown man tried to make a move on you, and snickering behind their mugs of alcohol at his unawareness of your relationship. 

And Kaeya is all for the show. Many eyes watch as an elegant hand wraps around the glass of his favorite drink and brings it to the silent lips. It feels like everyone stopped breathing and the silence is pressuring, like a string ready to snap and reveal some shocking truth. You, on the other hand, roll your eyes at the male's love for theatrics and put an elbow onto the counter and lean your cheek into your open palm. This is going to be crushing, you almost feel sorry for the guy.

When the Cavalry Captain takes the third sip and sighs in delight - then, and only then, - he looks dead into the other man's eyes, so oppressively that he shrinks under the weight of this cold gaze.

"Maybe because she is my wife?"

If it was physically possible, the drunkard's jaw would hit the floor. The glass, he's been holding just seconds ago, however, follows its destiny, breaking from the impact with floorboards and ruining the prolonged silence and earning a grunt from the barman.

"S-she's what?"

"His wife," you raise your hand and show the ring, getting quite tired and wanting to save at least some of this man's dignity. "So, if you could, please, let us two have our date night. Uninterrupted."

Finally it seems to have him sobered up a little and he starts profusely apologizing to you, to Kaeya, to Charles, to Barbatos and Focalors, while digging his porch with mora out to pay for his drinks and minor damage he caused.

When he stumbles outside and the other patrons stop following the drama, you turn to a contently sipping on his wine Kaeya, who is excelling the nastiest grin on his face.

"Ex-girlfriend? Seriously? That's how you call your wife now?"

"Well, technically I am not wrong, right? Since you are not my girlfriend anymore," he shrugs his shoulders, finishing the last few gulps and putting the glass back onto the counter. 

"Then the next time we meet new people I will introduce you as my ex-boyfriend. What? Technically you are," having his own words being thrown into his face makes Kaeya laugh, and he hugs you tightly, kissing the corner of your mouth.

"Deal. But only once, to make it even. I enjoy being called your husband way more."

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˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗ Forgetful as a goldfish

(request) kazuha, kaeya and scaramouche - separate -with a s/o that barely eats anything because they always forget and never notice it.

✦ Warnings: reader is gn! No pronouns used, forgetful reader obv, tough love (?) slight kaeya/Wanderer mischaracterization???

✦ Notes: actual footage of me speeding through rqs before Christmas and im also rlly excited. I'm gonna stay up late so i see santa/father Christmas :3 jk I'll be sleeping like a baby. Also this is short I'm sorry 🎅

Kazuha

- Kazuha, being quite a calm and collected samuri , doesn't particularly invest in others lives; usually letting them walk their own path, yet when it comes to his lover, you. Kazuha tends to pay more attention to your habits and the little things about you.

- at first, your seemingly harmless forgetting to fill your stomach was just a silly mistake to him, thinking perhaps you were just a hard and busy worker, until it became constant. You never seem to eat, nor starve or crave. He doesn't understand how you survive everyday.

- He knows you must eat to maintain energy and happiness, so being the lovely boyfriend he is, he takes time out of his day to frequently remind you to eat something, even if it's just a snack.

- eats with you so you feel more comfortable/less pressured because he's the perfect boyfriend ^^

Kaeya

- this man is probably loaded with mora. So, he might just buy you fancy tasty treats until you gain an appetite or start reminding yourself to eat something delicious. Dinner dates at the tavern/favourite restaurants because he wants to spoil you until you're broke.

- sends some dude with his captain privileges to deliver snacks during the day if you're at work or at home with little love notes because he wants to treat you like a princess/prince/royalty, he loves you a lot.

- on his lunch breaks he comes to your home/work to eat with you and have picnic dates sometimes (anything to get outta work!/j)

Wanderer

- notices, asks you about it after like two days, then his mission to make you remember to eat again begins. It's scary actually, I can see him appearing behind you all of a sudden to ask if you've eaten.

- he WILL cook for you, full course meals if he has too. Wanderer is the definition of 'tough love' in a way, like for example. Wanderer will feed you gently whilst insulting you for being stupid and not eating.

- Wanderer doesn't need to eat since he's a puppet but will eat with you to make you feel better about it.

- is a worry wort even if he doesn't admit it. It could be 4am in the morning and he'd be waking you up to ask if you ate breakfast last week on thursday at exactly 9:36 am then gets fuming if you say you hadn't.

- sometimes you feel like you're being watched when he manages to fin you during the day, asking if you want to go have some lunch with him.

don't share my work anywhere ty!!

Also heres Christmas scara wip/sketch

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[xythlia]

Could I please request cockwarming scenarios? With either the obey me characters, Stardew valley bachelors, or genshin characters? Thank you!!

꒦꒷♡ . . . DRABBLES \\ COCKWARMING . ·˚ ༘

♡⃕ . . . WARNINGS | f!reader ⸝⸝ cockwarming ⸝⸝ creampie ⸝⸝ biting ⸝⸝ possessive ⸝⸝ pwp ⸝⸝ brat taming ⸝⸝ spit swallowing ⸝⸝ soft sex/morning sex ⸝⸝ lite degradation ⸝⸝ mean dom kaeya⸝⸝ semi-public ⸝⸝ minors do not interact!

♡⃕ ࣪ . . .SPECIAL GUESTS | itto ⸝⸝ alhaitham ⸝⸝ kaeya ⸝⸝ diluc

♡⃕ ࣪ . . . NOTICE | eep i hope u like it anon i strayed a lil bit from just cockwarming bc the second i think of them too hard i just :3 get a lil silly also sorry for any mistakes I'm too lazy to edit (⁠^⁠^⁠)

ITTO . . . "Ah, shit you feel so good," he groans against your neck, nuzzling into your warm skin before his teeth catch against your flesh. It makes you whine, hips bucking desperately but still those firm hands grip you in place on his lap.

"Itto, please," you whine. It felt like torture, being this stuffed full with no friction even the small wiggles of your hips didn't provide any relief and your desire was only rising, growing into some ravenous thing inside your chest.

"C'mon, you can hold out a little longer-" his words fell off into a gasp as you were finally able to lift yourself up, feeling near tears as you slid back down his thick cock, moaning as the feeling of your cunt squeezing around him. You knew you were being a bit of a brat but you'd had enough, an eternity of squirming in his hold crying out for him to just fuck you.

That was all it took for his resolve to shatter, any intention of holding you flush against his thighs abandoned feeling your pussy practically sucking him back in every time you'd lift your hips. The head of his cock pushing against that spongy spot inside you had your vision turning to static, the world barely visible in flashes as you frantically brought his hand to your clit, your fingers clawing against his shoulders as he circled it. It felt like you were on fire, molten lava flowing through your veins before it burst out, leaving you whimpering and biting into Ittos neck as your orgasm crested.

You went blissfully boneless as he fully supported your body, thrusting sloppily upwards into your cunt with strangled grunts and whispers of affection against the side of your head. Every time he cums inside you swear you've never felt more full in all your life, yet each time feels like the first; cum spreading like syrup to coat your insides while he remained hard inside you.

An exhausted smile painted your face, both of you curious how much more you could take tonight and Itto firmly believing you should start every night sat on his lap and milking his cock.

ALHAITHAM . . . Cold. Egocentric. Aloof. All things you'd said to him before, mostly in jest sometimes out of frustration with how detached he could be. Still, none of that mattered when you were creating a puddle of arousal on his lap inside the House of Daena.

"Quit squirming," his cadence hasn't changed despite your needy cunt squeezing around him in a vice grip. The reprimand made an embarrassed heat sear beneath your skin, making it prickle. Nobody got you as worked up as he did, and he was smug in that fact. Knowing you publicly detested him yet privately let him bury load after load inside you gave him a perverted satisfaction.

This was a step above, however. Getting you like this, cunt soaked and shivering from holding yourself back, in a place as risky as this? A feat to be satisfied with.

"You're so run by desire, it'd be repulsive if I didn't enjoy your company," he mused, a wicked grin on his face as he moved his hips to tease you with the promise of friction as one hand snaked up your shirt to pinch at your nipple.

It had you even more keyed up, fingernails digging into the pages of the book laid out before you so hard they were drained of color. So you still had the presence of mind to pretend this was a normal, if bizarrely intimate, study session.

He couldn't wait to see exactly how long you'd last like this.

DILUC . . . Morning light filtered through the gauzy window coverings, the bedroom awash in shades of muted gold that highlighted you, sleeping peacefully beside him.

A strange wistfulness enveloped him, a longing to remain here in this moment for as long as possible. Willing you to remain asleep, swimming through dreams while his hands unconsciously roamed your body. They weren't the ravenous movements of lust, no, but the pensive movements of a man overcome with love.

He did love you, as heart stopping as that revelation had been he was glad for it. It forced him to admit the life of a stoic perfectionist was a lonely one, starkly contrasted by this present warmth with frigid greys.

As his thumbs ghosted over your nipples came the silent I love you. His index traced your bottom lip with the same silent thought. Swiping his fingers through your arousal, feeling his blood thrum hot with eagerness, and feeling the low pressure as the head of his cock pushed past the relaxed muscle he couldn't help but groan the same sentiment out loud as he sunk inside you.

Catching his breath, that zeal ebbed into a lazy comforting one and he had no desire to move or rouse you from whatever pleasant dreams captured you. He only hoped he was in them, too, as he pressed soft kisses to your shoulder and the back of your neck, accompanied by the blissful slight pulse of your walls around him.

KAEYA . . . This was a punishment a long time coming, you were fairly sure. The last few days had seen more bold teasing from you, and his growing irritation with your antics.

Tears pricked in your eyes as his hand gripped your jaw, your mouth open with garbled whimpering. You'd been impaled on his cock for what felt like hours, your cunt throbbing and clit sore from the smacks he'd given you when you'd tried to get yourself off.

And now you were here, spread eagle with your back against the solid desk, his cock buried inside you yet still, and Kaeya with that mean glint in his eye.

"Now now, you couldn't listen yet you expect to be rewarded? That just doesn't make sense," he tutted.

You whined again, hands gripping his forearm as he leaned down closer to your face. You could barely make out the glittering string of spit through the tears gathered at your waterline but you knew this was yet another test.

Enthusiastically you lapped it up, swallowing as you knew he expected you to. Your pussy ached with how badly you needed him to move, wrap your legs around him and feel him flood you with orgasm after orgasm. You needed it so bad your thighs shook, legs trembling pathetically all splayed out.

Even though his face was now unreadable, you hoped you'd earned at least a small reward with that show of obedience.

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[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Genshin Guys with an S/O on their Period: Waking up with a Mess and Cramps Edition (Diluc, Kaeya, Neuvillette, Itto)

A/N: Now that I can do more than curl up on the couch letting the heating pad do it's job kind of here we go.

Do we even know what period products people on Teyvat use? And have they even invented Midol? Like, what does a Teyvat medicine cabinet look like?

CW: mentions of blood because period, duh, hurt/comfort

Diluc x fem!reader, Kaeya x fem!reader, Neuvillette x fem!reader, Itto x fem!reader

Requests are OPEN

Diluc

Diluc is a heaven send at a time like this, no doubt it

The man is on it

Let's say he comes home from some Mondstadt batman-ing and goes to curl up in bed with you

Only to find you asleep, but curled up in pain and a growing red spot on the sheets

Thanks be to Adelinde for making sure he's not clueless about female issues. If he didn't know anything before dating you, she made sure he had an idea clue after

He wakes you up, gently, and helps you get to the bathroom so he can help clean you up, while Adelinde (who makes a habit of staying up when Diluc does his vigilante thing) makes sure the sheets are changed and gets you whatever pain relief Mondstadt has available

After you're clean and have whatever products you use on, you go back to bed and he curls up behind you. He uses his vision to warm his hands and uses them as a hot pad for you

Let's be real, you don't get better than a pyro vision for dealing with cramps

Kaeya

Kaeya is not quite as good as Diluc (mostly because of his vision, lol)

In this case he has the decency to not tease and poke fun. Even if he didn't know that doing so would result in his premature death, he actually feels sympathy

When he wakes up next to you, finding you curled up and nearly crying, he's momentarily very concerned. After all, his pretty little s/o is in pain and that just won't do

A quick once over and he spots the blood pooling between your legs and the concern subsides. This isn't the first time this has happened, especially if you're not possessed of a clock-work cycle, though your cramps usually aren't this bad

Because both of you are familiar with this routine, he''s got a lot of stuff on hand. Like Diluc, he makes sure you wake up and get cleaned up while he changes sheets and runs to pester Barbara about something to help the cramps. Again, he doesn't have the advantage of a pyro vision

If he has a mission that day, he does it as quick as possible, but if he just has paper work, he carries that shit home and does it while taking care of you

He wants you to focus on not hurting, so any chores you would do he takes over (it gives him a way to avoid paperwork, lol)

Neuvillette

I'm not saying Neuvie would freak, the first time this happened, but yeah, the man freaks the fuck out

I mean, dragon boy doesn't spend that much time in close proximity to human females. He conceivably is fully unaware of what exactly a period entails.

When you wake up cursing and hissing in pain, which wakes him up in the process, he's genuinely scared for you

After all, you look like you're in huge amounts of pain and that's blood on the sheets. It takes you several minutes to calm Neuvie down, to make sure than he's not blowing things too far out of proportion

Eventually you manage to enlist his help cleaning up. He's perfectly happy to give a little help making sure the bloodstains on your thighs are gone and changing the sheets

He still calls one of the Melusine nurses. A) you're in pain and that's unacceptable to him and b) he's still not 100% certain that you're OK

You roll your eyes, but it does hurt and I'm not sure what kind of over the counter period relief Teyvat has. Either way, you'll have something that might help

After the Melusine leaves, you pull him back to bed and cuddle while you explain female biology in depth. First time a 500 year old dragon has had to take sex-ed lol

Once you're done he feels a little embarrassed over his overreaction

Needless to say, your next period goes much smoother. Once he's aware of the issue, he does some research on his own, talks to some other girls about ways to make it easier (basically being a stand up, super loyal boyfriend.n outstanding boyfriend)

Eventually the entire ordeal is something the two of you will laugh over

Itto

I rarely write for Itto, but I think the idea of Itto seeing the period mess and cramps would be kinda funny. At least from the outside. I would not want to be the s/o in this situation. It's a mess

He thinks the world is ending. Blows it waaaay out of proportion, and unlike Neuvie, he doesn't really listen.

Once you convince him you're not dying, he thinks you're the absolute coolest for being able to bleed every month and be in that much pain and not die

You might have to stop him from trying to "join his most awesome girlfriend ". Like, if you're so cool for this, obviously the One and Oni must be able to as well? Right.

You immediately call Shinobu because, "No. Itto. You have a dick. If you try and bleed like this. you'll die."

You and Shinobu stop him from trying to have a period too, because he'd try...somehow, and send him on basic errands or something. Anything to distract him.

Honestly, I feel like dealing with Itto's...whatever he has going on...would be more exhausting than the period and cramps

In this situation, Shinobu is your girl. She is prepared, both with the ability to redirect Itto and whatever you don't have on hand in case of mess and cramps

#Of the four Diluc and Kaeya are the easiest to deal with #Especially the first time #After the first time neuvie's up there too #I wonder if there's anyway he could use his hydro to help #warm hydro massager? #I dunno #period hcs #Diluc #diluc x reader #diluc x fem!reader #diluc hcs #Kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya x fem!reader #kaeya hcs #Neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x fem!reader #neuvillette hcs #arataki itto #itto x reader #itto x fem!reader #itto hcs #genshin impact #genshin impact hcs #genshin hcs #tw: blood

[writing-in-glitter-pen]

Genshin Men With an Extra Bubbly Sweetheart ♡

I just can’t get this idea out of my head!!! Genshin men with a giggly, uppity, energetic and sweet lover! Some, it would really work for! Some, it would be a little bit of a growth curve! Some…well for some it’s a long adjustment period. But they love you for you, even if your energy doesn’t match theirs at all. So let’s see how things shake out!!

Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Zhongli x fem!reader II Romance, comfort, fluff!

Content warnings: mention of drinking to the point of blacking out and description of depressive feelings (Kaeya).

You’re a really good outlet for Diluc to step out of his comfort zone. Normally, he’s withdrawn from the public eye as much as possible. At parties, he’s the kind of guy to drink alone (he brought his own grape juice), quietly in a dark corner. So who better to break him out of his shell than the prettiest and most jubilant person he’s ever met? He’s a fool for you, doing anything you want as long as you ask him nicely (hell, you don’t even have to ask nicely. But you always do), so there’s no social boundary of his he won’t extend if it means bringing a smile to your lovely face. You drag him out into the middle of the city square during a festival to dance, every citizen watching in shock as the notoriously foreboding wine tycoon dances with his darling, fervor in his step, twirling and lifting her as she giggles merrily. Epics can be written about how the airy woman stokes flame from the coal heart of the cold, powerful man—bringing fire to his heart once again. Venti’s already on it. Before Diluc mows him down, you chime in with cheer for such a song to be written about you and your lover! Guess it’s out of said lover’s hands.

You bring life to Kaeya’s cold heart. Sure, Kaeya puts on a sly smile for others—he masks as smooth and sly and charismatic. But deep down, we know he’s in a lot of pain. The pain eats him up inside—somedays it’s stronger than others, but ever day, he carries it’s weight. But when you step into his life? Things change for him. When he first met you, he found your bubbliness very cute, but he didn’t expect it to be so disarming. No matter what someone says, that gracious smile never leaves your features—you’re endlessly open and kind, incapable of judgement or rejection. Your smile and perpetually giving heart, your ability to light up a room with your jokes and energy, feels like stepping into a warm restaurant on a cold winters night. He finds himself smiling fully with you, expressing himself in ways he never thought he could, and most of all, he feels a deep and honest connection to another person. He doesn’t drink as much as he used to, either. When he would once hop from one bar to the other, getting cut off by multiple bartenders in one night until he blacks out and finds himself passed out on the cold cobblestone of the town square, he now…can’t find it within himself to inebriate himself to that point anymore. Or even at all. He’ll take a few sips of his drink, but ultimately doesn’t want to miss a single word you say, or a single pretty giggle from your mouth. Most of all, he doesn’t want to worry you. He never wants to be the reason you frown. You make consciousness bearable. No, more than bearable. You make it…healing. So when you ask for his heart, he gives it to you without question or hesitation. He’ll give you anything in the world as long as it keeps your life happy. And he’s honored that you’d want to have him in it.

Xiao doesn’t know how to handle you. One day, you met him on the terrace of the Wangshu Inn, a dopey surprised expression on your features, and it feels like you haven’t left since. Or at least, you haven’t left his mind since. He’s never experienced attraction or closeness to another person, but he found your pure soul and liveliness…impelling. At first, he decided this feeling was just an urge to protect you—to defend a creature that brings so much joy to others. But after you kept coming back, kept chatting at him despite his stoic silence and discomforted face, kept bumping shoulders with him, ignoring his warnings about his karmic debt, kept…smiling at him, kept calling an elated feeling to rise in his chest, making his once still heart thunder like it never has before—he knew it had to be something else. You were just so uppity and lovely, he couldn’t resist you anymore. So, despite all of the warning bells in his head screaming at him not to, he told you, “I…want to be close to you…always.”. That was definitely a confession if you’ve ever heard one! So of course you threw your arms around him and kissed his cheek in joy. He gripped one hand onto the wrist holding his face and stabilized you with a hand on your waist, brain short-circuiting and blushing so hard steam shot out of his ears. The urge to run was so strong it made his hands shake, but the desire to be near you, to soak up all of the love you were willingly spilling onto him, was beyond overpowering. He was yours. Despite himself, he was yours. And he couldn’t be happier.

Zhongli finds your bubbliness endearing. You’re like a bunny rabbit—hopping from one person to the next, inciting joy wherever you go, never losing your energy. When you first met him, he found it slightly strange that a person could wear such a big smile in a funeral parlor. Of course, his boss could, but she had more than a few screws loose. But…it really didn’t seem like you did, from his initial investigation. You were just…endlessly happy. Which was a lovely sight to see. In his 5000 years of life, he’s never met a person so full of heart and delight. Your jubilant nature was something he adored about you; he found himself wanting to watch you everywhere you went, listen to every conversation you had, because you were just so enrapturing! Every time you found him and started excitedly chattering about your day or your new favorite thing or a person you met, he would hum happily and rest a cheek on his propped-up hand. He had a habit of looking at you like you were the most delicious thing in the world—like a lion to your bunny-like nature. This look of his, reserved only for you, sometimes caught you off guard, taking you out of your joyful musings, making your cheeks turn pink and eyes go slightly wide. He couldn’t help it! Your spirit was satiating to his old soul. And he also couldn’t help but enjoy your sweet and delicate features—he was a man, after all. He’d often invite you to have tea or dinner with him, just so he could close his eyes and listen to the bell-like ringing of your voice; but he was thoroughly surprised when, after a nice dinner by the harbor and a sweet goodnight, you placed a soft kiss on his lips. Oh. she believed this was a date. And…she seemed to enjoy it!, he thought with a composed smile. Happy to bring you such a lovely feeling, a feeling like those you graciously share with him every day—and pleasantly surprised to know you found him as alluring as he found you. So he brought you back into him, placing an even more fervent kiss to your lips—making you squeak, startled, but immediately return his fervor. Looks like the the lively bunny rabbit has caught the lion! And to his rapture, she was never going to let him go ♡

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[satoruxx]

NORTHERN LIGHTS.

✧ PAIRING: kaeya alberich x fem!reader | 4.5k words

✧ SUMMARY: smut, p -> v, praise, fingering, lots of pining, angst, angsty bc it’s kaeya tbh lol, kaeya lore but it’s vague, also military themes bc sometimes we forget kaeya is a captain and i love the knights of favonius, he’s highkey got commitment issues but i think he’s valid, man is whipped tho, he's just an overthinker and traumatized, also can you tell i’m a med student?

✧ RHEYA'S NOTE: first i have to apologize bc this is SO late??? i got this request back for my 200 event, asking for kaeya with the song northern lights by kennie (which is such a good song). at first i was gonna make it a short little drabble, but the more i wrote, the more i wanted to make it a full fic, which is what ended up happening. kaeya's character has so much depth and i wanted to explore it hehe. northern lights is such a fitting song for him so i just had to go all in. but i'm so sorry that i got to your request so late, hopefully you still enjoy it lovely! (even tho it’s not the main focus in this fic, this is technically my first real smut fic so take it with a grain of salt; i don't think i write it that well LMAO)

it was rare to truly know your own weaknesses, but kaeya knew his a little too well. behind his carefree, unbothered exterior he cared a little too much. he cares a little too much when klee tugs on his fur cape and whines about a scolding she’s gotten from jean, and he ends up indulging her with whatever she’d like. he cares a little too much when rosaria spills just a tad more than usual during her drunken ramblings. he cares a little too much when he sees the discomfort in the face of certain fiery bartender as they speak, and he consistently lies awake and remembers days when that discomfort between them didn’t exist.

it’s a curse, he thinks, because he always ends up feeling too attached to people he knows he shouldn’t be attached to.

even now, his weakness is acting up as he barks orders to his soldiers. they scramble around him as they enter the city, carrying their wounded brethren to safety up at the cathedral. kaeya knows he shouldn’t blame himself but as their captain he feels like he should’ve seen this coming. new recruits wouldn’t be able to handle the hordes of monsters at daduapa gorge—he miscalculated.

“take them to the sisters at the cathedral. sister barbara and the others should be able to heal them,” kaeya commands, clasping one of the men’s shoulders and helping him up to the church. he’s ignoring the now dull throbbing in his side as blood stains his clothes—his soldiers were most important right now. like he said, he cared a little too much.

the nurses had set up a medical station at the cathedral, and in between all the commotion, kaeya’s finally able to hand over the groaning soldier to a nurse, who immediately gets to work.

he then takes a few steps back to assess the damage, grateful that all of his soldiers are getting the attention they needed. he’d hate himself if there were any losses today.

he doesn’t even realize that he’s now leaning against the wall, panting shallowly as blood continues to pour from his abdomen. oh well, he’d wait his turn—only after his soldiers were taken care of.

kaeya shuts his eyes, letting his body rest for a minute.

“you’re wounded.”

his eyes shoot open to see you standing in front of him. he assumes you’re not one of the nuns because your clothes are entirely different. you’re young, appearing to be around his age as you eye his torso critically.

“it appears so,” he answers.

“did someone take a look at you yet?”

“i’d prefer all my soldiers be taken care of first.”

your eyes flash with recognition. “so you’re captain kaeya?”

“indeed i am.” he lets his eyes roam over your concerned features.

you give him a small smile before continuing with a sigh. “i can safely tell you that all the wounded are being treated. i’m still an apprentice so i’m only here to deal with the non fatal injuries. like yours, captain.” you crouch down in front of him, fingers reaching towards his clothing with a silent question of permission. he lets his hand slacken as he gives you a nod and you attempt to peel back as many layers as you can to asses the damage before you’re motioning him towards a tent.

a few minutes later and kaeya is letting you strip his torso bare until you have a full view of his injury. your fingers brush over the wounded skin gently, and he wonders if you even touched him at all. “it’s long, but not too deep. a few stitches and you should be alright. if you’re okay with it, i’ll get started,” you tell him.

kaeya wants to tell you that he’s no stranger to the pain of injuries, but he finds something oddly refreshing about your comforting attitude, so he just says yes and lets you begin to work.

you thread through the skin with a delicate hand and despite the sting he honestly can’t even focus on it, choosing instead to analyze your features.

he realizes that you’re awfully pretty.

kaeya makes small talk with you as you work, partly to stay awake through the pain and mostly because he can’t stop his curiosity. he finds out your name, your hobbies, your goals. you may not have the most exciting life but kaeya thinks there’s something so alluring about you it makes him a little dizzy. he's not sure what it is, but he thinks about it the whole time you tend to his wound. realization hits when you finally finish, looking up at him with a smile, and kaeya realizes that your eyes hold the stars in them.

it’s hard to explain but when kaeya watches you work, nose scrunching in the dim lighting of the tent, he thinks you remind him of home.

(kaeya has chased the stars for as long as he can remember. he remembers shouting with diluc in the grass behind the winery, the two of them reaching for celestia because the stars up there were so undeniably pretty.

"we're never gonna get them!" diluc would laugh, trying hard to balance kaeya on his little shoulders. "they're too far…"

and kaeya only grins down at him toothily, raising his fists to the sky. "no way! i'll catch them one day!"

and yet his whole childhood went by without being able to capture the stars. as he grew older he started to learn that it was impossible to steal what the sky so selfishly held on to.

but even as an adult, kaeya knows to appreciate the stars when he gets the privilege to see them in the sky.

especially after he finally seems to find them in the dim glow of a medical tent.)

he hates to admit how often his eyes seek you out after that one encounter. sometimes he’ll see you at the cat's tail, giggling with your friends as you slam tcg cards down on the table triumphantly. other times he’ll catch a glimpse of you at good hunter, chewing on a quick meal as you browse through a book. almost every time he gets caught staring you only smile and offer him a little wave that sends his brain into a frenzy.

(maybe in another life kaeya would allow himself the luxury. he’d let himself go through the motions for you. let himself stress every time you threw a glance his way. work up the courage to ask you out on saturday afternoon. finally get the chance to press his lips to yours. trace your skin with nimble fingers and have the privilege to call you his.

in another life maybe.

but for now he’ll just keep you his own little secret—a guilty pleasure he’ll indulge in because it’s hard to rid an addiction, especially if you don’t have the will to rid it in the first place.)

kaeya’s messed up this summer. he knows it in his soul that he’s made the wrong decision as he watches you babble about something as you lean against his bare chest, still basking in your own afterglow.

he knows that he should have resisted the temptation. as soon as he and the troops got back and he saw you sitting in a secluded corner at angel’s share he knew that his feelings for you hadn’t dissolved.

they say absence makes the heart grow fonder and kaeya only now knows this to be true because just the sight of you sends his mind into a frenzy. you could probably feel his gaze on you because you look up from the book you’re reading and make straight eye contact with him. for a second, he wants to turn away but then you smile at kaeya like you’ve never once forgotten him, and he’s putty. before he knows it, he’s buying you a drink and walking over to your little corner to make himself comfortable.

it’s a slow descent for him because in his head he knows he shouldn’t get too attached. he’ll leave again soon with the troops, and who knows maybe he’ll leave them behind one day too. his future has always looked so clouded to him, and he knows you belong in the sun. he’d like to leave you there in the light—avoid dragging you into his darkness.

so he tries to keep it simple, occasionally meeting you for a drink or catching up around the city. but then you’re showing him your favorite place to study near starfell lake and he’s showing you his favorite stars while laying on his back on starsnatch cliff. and he knows he can’t avoid it.

soon enough he’s giving into everything he said he wouldn’t, finally finding out what you taste like. finally knowing how his name sounds when it falls from your lips.

it's more addicting than he could've predicted, the feeling of your breath against his skin as you pant out his name. kaeya can't even bring himself to pull away from you to stop and think for a second. if he did then maybe he could slap some sense into himself and draw some distance because archons above he was digging himself deeper into this hole. but he can't, not when you're gripping his shoulders as he presses you against the wall of his bedroom, whining into his lips for all that he can give you.

and kaeya is nothing if not generous.

so he indulges both you and himself—the perfect mix of selfless and selfish as he guides you to his bed, nimble fingers loosening the ties of your clothing until you're bare in front of him. he can see the bashfulness settling into your cheeks and he almost feels like goading for just a minute, but he decides he'll be nice.

you've always deserved a nice guy anyway.

he tries to push that thought away, instead distracting himself with the heat of your body, his fingers dancing along your skin eagerly. maybe, just this one night, he can let it be about you two. he can afford to forget about all the old promises he's made—all the responsibilities and duties he devoted himself to a lifetime ago.

kaeya ignores the flush of heat crawling up his neck as he hovers over you, caging your body underneath his as you squirm in anticipation. he understands—the tightness in his pants is enough for him to feel the same. but he's not worried about that, not when his fingers part your thighs eagerly, brushing over heated skin and finding slick wetness there as he dips into your cunt. he hears the sharp intake of breath, the quiet restrained moan, and he preens. kaeya revels in the sounds he pulls from your lips as his fingers curl against your slick heat, your head lolling back against his pillows.

there's a possessive streak of something that cuts through him then—something that tells him how he aches to be the only one who gets to hear those sounds.

it makes him slightly sick.

kaeya realizes then—he's been quite stupid when it comes to you. he's kept the maelstrom of feelings brewing in his soul trapped under all his bravado, arrogant and cowardly all at once. he needs to tell you, needs to be honest because this isn't something he can trick his way out of.

but all he wants to do is run. run so far away from you because he doesn't want you to to get caught up in his own ruin. you're far too good for him, too sweet and carefree to be tainted by his sin-laden hands. he needs to run.

but he does none of that, not when he's guiding his fingers to the apex of your thighs and exploring territory he knows he shouldn't claim. because then you look at him with an expression so blissful—so thankful, relieved that he's giving you a part of himself he never wanted to—and he can't even be angry about it.

kaeya presses his lips to the swell of your chest, feeling the rapid thumping of your heart under your skin, and he shuts his eyes as he breathes out your name. you answer with a resounding mewl, catching his eyes even through the dark strands of his hair.

he then chooses to focus on pumping his fingers in and out of your cunt because archons do you look heavenly when your eyes roll back like that.

but it scares him, the way you leave him open and exposed and aching even when he doesn't want to be.

in his head you're perfect, all bright and glowing under him as you chant his name like he's some kind of savior. but kaeya isn't a savior—if anything he's destruction in human form, sent by the heavens to wreak havoc on those around him. he'd destroyed enough already—he doesn't think he can do it to you too.

but archons the way you're looking at him now, from under fluttering lashes and dewy eyes that shine even brighter when they're trained on him—begging, pleading, and oh so trusting of him and every thing he wants to give you. he can't even help himself.

"i know, sweet girl," he sighs, voice strained as you buck your hips just perfect—a temptress, sent to lead him to his doom. and yet he can't stop his fingers from pushing back your hair from your sweaty skin, knowing that he should be careful because he doesn't want to destroy something as fragile as this.

"kaeya please," your breath comes out in short desperate pants, nails digging into the fabric of his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders haphazardly.

"i know," he repeats, reaching down to heft your thigh over his waist as he slots his hips against your own, biting back a groan at the sensitive brush against his cock—throbbing, aching, needy.

"ah fuck," he's almost shy at the way his voice shakes as he lines his cock up, the heat and slickness of your cunt a teasing caress against his sensitive head. he drops his forehead against your shoulder, breathing heavily even before he's inside you because something about this makes him so incredibly nervous. a single desperate whine and the soft squeeze of your fingers into his biceps and he's stilling—breath catching, heart pounding.

for a moment, he doesn't even feel like himself. he's not anything, no one.

and then he slides in and kaeya knows that there will never be anything better—another experience that would feel this right in his life.

he pulls out a little, gaze lingering at the sweat beading at your forehead, and something in his chest stutters. "okay?" he traces your face for any hint of hesitation—of the nervousness that he feels in his gut, but all he finds is a stormy mix of desire and devotion.

"uh huh," reassurance, stability—everything he isn't. his brows pinch, eyes shutting because he doesn't want you to know.

he's pulled out of the whirlwind that is his thoughts when he feels your fingers on his cheek, brushing over his skin gently. his eyes snap open, and even through the haze he can feel himself relaxing under your touch, because the way you're looking at him is so undeniably loving and it makes his stomach flip.

"you okay?" you whisper, looking up at him carefully, and kaeya feels as though you've put him between the halves of a microscope slide to analyze him.

"i'm fine," he breathes out, not a lie but not the whole truth either. "don't worry."

his words do little to quell you, but one roll of his hips has your eyes fluttering, a choked moan escaping your throat, and the sound makes his pride sing.

there's an image then—hazy and yet so obvious as his brain registers it. the implications behind it makes his stomach churn.

quiet smiles, hazy kisses, soft goodbyes—and then the inevitable distance as he crosses over the border separating your world from his. a lone figure standing in the streets of mondstadt, always waiting for him to come back. always disappointed.

you buck your hips upward, blissfully unaware of the torrent of conflicting emotions in his head. kaeya's brain short-circuits, and then he's pushing back, a steady rhythm against your gummy walls that takes the breath out of your lungs. you savor every thrust, punctuated by the sharp grunts he lets out against your throat.

your fingers rake over his back, desperate and needy and focused on one thing only—kaeya, kaeya, kaeya.

"that's it sweetheart," he doesn't have any more control—not on his mind, his body, his mouth. they've all escaped his grasp, too spurred on by you and everything you're willing to offer him.

"'s okay…ah fuck…it's okay," kaeya groans into the column of your throat, not sure whether he's telling you or himself. the clench of your walls sends him spiraling, hips picking up the pace as he pistons his cock in and out—trying to find out just how far he can go.

then he hits one spot, and his vigilant gaze catches the way your jaw slackens, eyes glazing over even as they roll back and a shaky moan escapes your throat—surprised, unexpecting. his ego jumps.

an experimental roll of his hips against the same spot and you make a sound so unhinged that he finds himself already addicted to it. and to tease is in his nature.

"yeah? right there?" he drawls, masking his anxiousness with his bravado once again.

"right there," you whimper, nodding meekly as you grip his shoulders. he huffs out a soft laugh, pressing a gentle kiss to your eyelids like he's trying to kiss away the tears that have gathered there. you preen under his ministrations—it feels a little too domestic.

he understands. it scares him, but he understands. he wonders what the point of worrying is—wonders why he's letting his paranoid brain taint this moment that he'd been waiting for. the only solution left is to ignore it. because you're here, writhing underneath him in the throes of pleasure, vulnerable and trusting and just for him. he should give you what you deserve after all.

so kaeya pushes every other thought out of his head, only focused on you and making you feel good because that's what someone like you deserves—everything you desire laid at your feet.

he presses a chaste kiss to your mouth, paired with a languid roll of his hips as he quietly groans. "okay…." his voice comes out an octave lower, pushed down by the barely concealed need for you. "okay sweet girl. i've got you."

another searing kiss as he breathes through his nose, picking up the pace again as he slams his cock into the spot that makes you see stars. your moans get louder even as they remain muffled against his lips, and kaeya can't help but dig his fingers into the meat of your thigh, leaving behind finger shaped dents in the plushy skin.

a claim—possessive, desperate, selfish.

your kisses become sloppier as kaeya leads you closer to the edge, walls clenching around the length of him, tighter with every thrust he delivers. the chants of his name have become almost reverent, and kaeya thinks his name couldn't possibly sound more beautiful than in that moment. he wonders if he could be blessed to hear it for the remainder of his life, and the thought sends pure unadulterated need through him.

his hips stutter, red hot fire coursing through his chilled veins—building, climbing, overwhelming as every sense goes fuzzy with heat. his grunts become more irregular, in time with the reckless thrusts of his cock as your cunt tightens around him greedily.

his cock twitches as you suck him in eagerly, feeling every ridge and vein as he grunts and groans and tightens his hold on you—unyielding, unrelenting, selfish.

your eyes stay locked on his even as your orgasm rips through you, and kaeya sees celestia in them—brighter than ever before. your muscles spasm, clenching almost painfully as you tremble and writhe underneath him, and he follows you to the doorstep of nirvana with a throaty groan. his hips stutter, twitching and throbbing as he pants out a broken chorus of your name and every praise that doesn't do you justice.

then he drops his forehead against yours, watching your eyelids flutter—celestial stars dim. a soft brush of your lips against his.

your muscles go lax, every guard dropped just for him—trust he realizes, trust he doesn't deserve. he doesn't know how to tell you that.

because even after everything—when you're curled up against his chest, skin warm and dewy against his own, he does not think about how he adores the feeling of your hair brushing against his arm, nor does he focus on the soft tickle of your breathing washing over him. instead he thinks about how he's ruined it all, how he's dragged you into him, and how he needs to let you go before he destroys you completely.

at the end of the summer, kaeya tells you he can’t.

“what are you talking about?” you ask him, a light chuckle escaping your lips as you barely focus on his words. your nose is buried in some medical text, and kaeya thinks that the universe is punishing him now by making him repeat himself.

“us. we shouldn’t have…” he sighs, shoulders dropping. “i mean, we should stop…seeing each other.”

he can practically feel the way his words pull your attention and when he looks up he sees the way your grip on the book has slackened. there’s panic settling in your eyes, mixed with a bit of confusion. a conflicted emotion runs across your face and kaeya’s fingers itch to touch you. “w-why?”

it’s a simple question and he should have no problem answering it, but he struggles to get the words out, his throat constricting uncomfortably. “it was fine in the summer, when i was back here with the troops. but now i’ll have to leave and-“

“so what?” you question, turning in your seat to face him completely. his eyes drop to the shirt you’re wearing, his shirt, and he feels his heart squeezing.

“so-“ he gulps, head spinning as he tries to explain himself. he doesn’t even have a proper answer—he just knows that this is his only option. because there’s no way in hell he deserves this kind of comfort, this kind of happiness. “so i cant-“

“can’t what, kaeya?” you stress, voice going slightly higher and he only then sees the real fear in your expression.

he pauses, mulling over his words and the bitter taste they’re leaving in his mouth. he can feel the sting of your pleading stare, and he swallows hard. “can’t stay,” he finally answers, and he’s shocked at how miserable he sounds.

you look at him like he’s insane, and honestly he feels like he might be. you’re confused and rightfully so, because there are so many remnants of him left in your space, so clearly evident the impact he’s left on you.

“can’t or won’t?”

kaeya’s eyes snap up to yours, because the tremor in your voice sends a jolt of fear down to his stomach, churning and roiling until it makes him sick.

he regrets looking, because he can feel himself breaking then and there.

you’re looking at him with these shining eyes and he swears that he’s glimpses them again—the brightest stars he’s ever had the privilege of seeing. for a second he thinks the light of those stars might disappear because that’s what always happens. but they remain, glowing against the backdrop of your irises and he’s captivated all over again.

his plans to leave you in tears fly out the window then and there.

he’s reaching for your cheeks in less than a second, holding them delicately as he lets his thumbs brush over your teary lashes. there’s a reasonable bit of confusion in your face at his sudden change, but when he leans down to kiss you, you don’t protest, melting into him even though he’s so undeniably cold. kaeya doesn’t even realize he’s saying he loves you, choosing to murmur it against your lips because it’s not meant for anyone else to hear—just the two of you.

he remains there, in the quiet darkness of your room for the rest of the night, because he doesn’t want to leave your side even after he told himself he would.

and yes, he dreads tomorrow. he dreads tomorrow because he knows that he will have to choose between the comfortable home he’s found in you or the dark abyss that has swallowed his past.

he’s scared that the more he allows himself to fall into you, and the more he finds that your eyes are the ones that hold the stars of celestia, then the easier his choice will become.

he’s been chasing the stars for so long after all. now that he finally has them, why in teyvat would he let them go?

#[𐐪— rheya’s writings. 𐑂] #kaeya x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #kaeya smut #genshin smut #kaeya fluff #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #genshin fluff #genshin impact smut #genshin impact imagines #genshin angst #kaeya angst #kaeya x fem!reader #genshin fanfic #genshin imagines #[𐐪— mdni. 𐑂]

[mirangel]

Appears (hi I’m a new follower sorry if I’m a bit awkward!!!)

Uhm uhm

can I please request some kind of rivalry between reader and Kaeya? Sorta like he gets fed up with the reader’s attitude and puts them to better use rather than letting them continue???? (If I’m allowed to choose what happens maybe bj and then being bent over his desk or somethin??)

kaeya dark nsfw drabble 1

cw: noncon, bratty reader, degradation, oral sex (character receiving), usage of sweetheart and slut (1), dacryphilia, gagging

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

kaeya is so sick of you and your insubordination. he can’t help but let his visible eye twitch when he sees you sway your hips mockingly with that stupid smug expression on your face. one that still remains despite him yanking you to the other side of his large desk and shoving you to your knees, all while you run your mouth and frustrate him further. he likes you more when you’re below him, a defiant look on your face that drops when he cages your body with his legs, unzipping his pants to reveal his hardened cock, although he’d never admit to you that he particularly enjoys when you’re being bratty like this.

“open wide, sweetheart.” he sneers, unbothered with the way you struggle to take his full length, tears filling your eyes as you gag on him, and he swears he could’ve came from that alone, but he’s not so sensitive like that, he should at least play with you more. he lets out a shaky moan when he breaches your throat, a tanned hand on the back of your head with a smirk on his face. “you look so much better like this when you aren’t so noisy.” he coos, using his other hand to caress your cheek. “such a slut for me, aren’t you?”

he can’t deny how unbelievably attractive you look when he shoots his load into your mouth, your face teary eyed from the unexpected bitterness of his cum, you try to spit it out, but he clamps your mouth shut. “swallow, else i’ll make it worse for you.” once he sees the bob of your throat go down, he lifts you up from the floor, bending you over on his desk. “it’s time for the main event now… i’ll be sure to properly punish you for your insubordination.”

KAEYA MY BELOVED IM SOOO IN LOVE WITH HIM GNAWS ON HIM WITH MY TEETHS

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[chososlittlestuttyboy]

Aftercare <3

⊹ ׁ݂ ꒰꒰ TW : !kaeya, sfw, cursing, Gn!reader (dom/sub dynamics) / after sex [?] cuddling / small reader / aftercare / bottom male reader / fluff / cutie patookie kaeya ‼️

Kaeya loves doing aftercare, it shows how much he loves you! “Are you ok my little snow flake?” He said while wrapping you in his arms, “mhm..” you said tiredly, (i would be tired to tbh😃)

“Are you sure?” You kissed your forehead softly “I’m sure kae” you smiled weakly, suddenly he hugged you tighter “love you” he said before falling asleep “i love you too” you fell asleep a few minutes later.

At 2am

You woke up for no reason.., you felt around the bed but you couldn’t find kaeya, “kaeya..?” Your voice cracked. When you didn’t get a response you got up slowly, just as soon you were abt to get up kaeya walked into the shared bedroom

“Hm? Why are you up love?” He smiles “i couldn’t find you” you said sniffing “you’re so cute” kaeya chuckled, you pat the bed telling him to lay back down with you.

He layed back down with you while yawning “did you think i left?” He said “yea” you flashed him your tear fulled eyes “awe baby… don’t cry” he kissed you, pressing multiple kisses on your forehead, nose, cheeks, and lips.

“Everything’s ok now you can go to sleep” his voice started to fade and you fell asleep in his arms.

A.n // first time doing fluff, i could have done better tho😭😭 //

#kaeya x reader #gn reader #male reader #female reader #kaeya x male reader #kaeya x fem!reader #fluff #genshin x male reader #genshin x female reader #fluffy #aftercare

[kzzeyno]

•playboy kaeya x fem!reader•

•warning: rough sex/choking/condom tearing•

•3/3•

•NO MINORS ALLOWED•

•enjoy!•

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As Kaeya slides his length inside of you, you arch your back in pleasure and grip the sheets. Kaeya notices and grabs your hands and places them on his back.

“Brace yourself baby.”

You question his sentence and suddenly feel him shove his cock inside of you, completely inside of you. The sudden movement sends shivers down your spine also causing you to gush out more of your juice. You claw his back from this as he peaks down and notices your juice gushing out.

“You took it well.” He claims.

You couldn’t say anything. You couldn’t think of anything to say, just thinking about how good that felt and his tip reaching your cervix. You wanted to melt all over. You continue to let out a moan as you kept digging your nails into his back. You feel him move slowly, in and out of you. Your breast began to bounce, following the rhythm of his thrusts. You could hear Kaeya moan into your ear, his breath not only smelling like marijuana, but the feel of his touch and his heartbeat made you feel safe and secured.

He begins to pick up the pace, making his thrust harder and deeper. Your breast continues to bounce as he leans up to get a better grip on your hips. He smirks as you see sweat drip down the side of his face. He takes one of your breast and gives it a nice squeeze, followed by him playing and pinching at your nipple. You weren’t usually turned on by playing with your breasts, but for some reason, it did. And maybe it was because of Kaeya or how he was doing it…or both. You grab his wrist and guided his hand up to your neck, letting him know you wanted to be choked.

“Oh so you like it real rough huh? Who knew..ngh..you’d be into choking.”

He leans down and connects you lips with his as you feel his hand lightly wrap around your neck. While still thrusting, he leans back up and tightens his grip. You lean your head and groan for more. He continues to do so and for a while, you felt as though you couldn’t take it anymore. Between his deep and heavy thrust hitting every inch inside you and his big hands giving your neck a steady squeeze, you were going to cum any second. You lightly grab his wrist and try to pull it off of you.

“I thought you liked it when I’m choking you?”

You feel him grip tighter and pushed down on your neck more. You felt a slight pain and quickly tapped his hand to let go, but he didn’t. With his other hand, he grabs both your wrists and holds them tight, like you were in handcuffs. You shimmy and try to wiggle out but you couldn’t.

“K-Kaeya, I’m gonna cum, le-hngh!”

Kaeya starts pounding inside you, feeling each side of your walls getting stretched out, his tip reaching far back and the hard squeeze he was giving your neck. You felt a pain almost everywhere he was holding you. But it felt amazing. You felt so full from the inside and loved how he was handling you.

“We cum together, you got that?”

All you could do was nod your head in response and you felt him thrust inside you one last time, feeling as though the condom had tear. You felt him cum inside you as you gushed all over his cock. He lets go of your neck, revealing his hand print there and on your wrists. He puts his head back in relief and slides his cock out. He notices the tear on the condom and looks at you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll just take a pill.” You say out of breath.

He doesn’t say anything and throws the condom away. You could tell he wanted to say something or at least he had something on his mind.

“Kaeya-“

“Let me take you on a date.”

You give him a questioned look.

“A date?”

“Yeah, let me treat you to something next week.”

“You understand your booked up for next week right?”

“Then put those off. I want to take you out.”

You feel your face burn from his comment. He gets closer and kisses you. He releases the kiss and goes back down to your neck. He rubs the imprint line that he made and smirks.

“Everyone will know your mine now.”

You slap his head and cover your face out of embarrassment. He giggles and hugs you tighter.

“Am I wrong though?”

You don’t reply and instead, you tilt your head away from his. His finger lands on your chin and pushes you slightly to look at him.

“Answer me mhm?”

He leaves peaks on your lips, making a loud smacking sound. You could feel his cock between your lips get hard again. You pushes the kiss off and say,

“Shut up and grab another condom.”

He smirks, gets up and reaches for another condom.

“That’s my girl.”

#short fanfic #smut #x reader #18+ only #fanfics #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #fem reader #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya x fem!reader #kaeya fanfic #kaeya smut #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #genshin kaeya

[pearlywritings]

Only if I were to write them down

synopsis: the only way these loving words would end up in a book

prompt: 25

requested by: my dear @nerdyladyrebel

pairing: Kaeya, Kaveh x fem!reader (separarely)

tw: fluff, established relationship, tipsy Kaeya, Kaveh brought those three foxes home

word count: 2k+ words in total

a/n: part of my Token of appreciation writing event! Closed now, still have 4 more requests to write.

Kaeya

“Did you know that Kaeya is most creative with his compliments when he is tipsy or borderline drunk?” You chuckle, one arm wrapped around your lover’s waist, to keep him leaning into your side and walk somewhat straight, the other motioning towards Rosaria, who made a decision to accompany you two home just to be sure that nothing happens. To you or to the citizens she didn’t clarify, but you could bet it was the latter. Reasons? Those very compliments you’ve just mentioned. And maybe a couple of instances of kissing in the middle of the street late in the evening.

“Let me assure you I could’ve lived without that information just as merrily as a moment ago,” the sister of the church deadpans and you roll your eyes. Here goes your attempt to try and strike up a conversation. Well, maybe, just maybe you’ve been infected with Kaeya’s talkativeness tonight and walking half the city with two companions and staying silent? Not happening.

“Come on, Rosa,” oh, look at that, someone’s decided to join your cute little chit chat. The shape or star in his eye shines just as bright as the ones in the sky when he lifts his head from the side of yours to direct his attention to the fellow cryo user. “Don’t be a party pooper.”

“Never said I was a part of your ’party’,” at that the male whines and it’s hard to contain your amused laugh.

“Hey, handsome, don’t be sad. After all, isn’t it best that this party is just for the two of us?”

Your words make your lover perk up immediately, attention fully on you, the sister of the church completely forgotten.

“Ooooh, you are absolutely right! You are so smart, it’s sexy~”

The corner of your lips ticks in attempts to fight a smile when Rosaria makes a gagging noise. Kaeya, however, ignores her as if she doesn’t exist. And that’s the truth - because right now, tonight, on your way back to your shared apartment, nothing exists for the Cavalry Captain - only his loveliest, dearest girlfriend.

“Y’know I was soooo jealous,” he drawls, words confusing you - if you recall the evening correctly, no one approached you even once, and the conversations you had with Rosaria were pretty brief.

“Who were you jealous of, baby?”

“The glass.”

“The glass?” You cock an eyebrow, meeting Rosaria’s eyes for a second, then immediately looking back at the man. “You mean, the one I drank from?”

“Mhm,” a pout forms on his lips and he leans even more into you, to nuzzle against your cheek. “Because you were making out with it.”

The nun at his other side chokes and it’s unclear if it’s from her friend’s audacity or amusement. You only see her reaching into her pocket for a cigarette, as if saying ‘I am not dealing with you two right now’.

“Oh, I’m sorry, love, for making you think that was the case. I assure you that once home we’ll be making out for real.”

“Nice,” a smile against your neck is victorious. “No one is stealing my girl from me.”

“No one was trying to,” the woman huffs out a puff of smoke, flicking ash. “Everyone is too fed up with your lovesick aura when Y/n is nearby.”

“I can’t help it Rosa!” He whines again, clutching your body closer to his. “Look at her!” Saying those words he himself glances at you with eyes full of adoration and undying devotion. “She is like the embodiment of beauty itself. If asked, I won’t be able to choose what I like most about her. Her hair is like glass, shining marvelously in the sun, so captivating. Her hands are like flowers, so delicate like petals, palms holding me like uncurling buds in the bloom…”

As he goes on and on, Rosaria’s face gets more and more alike to a person who ate something sour. You lift an eyebrow. See? That’s what I was talking about.

At your teasing smirk, she just rolls her eyes, and waving a hand with a smoldering cigarette held between fingers, the woman bids her goodbye, turning left to the next street.

You, on the other hand, finally get you and your rambling lover home. Only passing the threshold of your apartment does Kaeya take a break, bending to pull his boots off.

“So…” you hum, remembering his very first couple of compliments, that sounded exceptionally lyrical not to end up imprinted in your memory, “saying my hair looks like glass, and my hands are flowers… how romantic you are,” the Cavalry Captain straightens up with a satisfied look on his face, which quickly turns offended by your next question. “Or are they just words from the book?”

He gasps, clasping his chest. He looks much sober now. Which could've been so since much earlier - it wasn’t uncommon for Kaeya to pretend to be more delirious than he actually was for his personal gain.

“A book! My, are you doubting my ability to speak the truth of you? These could have ended up in a book only if I were to write them down!”

“Alright, alright, I believe you,” with a smile you take a step closer, lifting your hands, but stopping right before touching his cheeks. “Let’s then get your face into my palms and your fingers in my hair, shall we?”

Kaeya Alberich has never been more eager to act on someone’s words.

Kaveh

“Beautiful?” You hear your boyfriend shout from his study, calling for your attention. Startled, one of the desert foxes Kaveh brought home years ago, jumps in its spot under the dining table and dashes out of the kitchen. You hear two more sets of running paws rushing to the blonde’s room.

“Yeah? What’s up, love?” Shouting back you reach for a towel to wipe your hands - you were about to start working on dinner.

“Can you come here for a sec?” Another question echoes in the house, followed by a quick yelp - looks like one of your friends reached the inviting lap of the architect first. Chuckling, you hang a towel and exit to the hall.

And just as you anticipated all three fennecs were squirming on top of the Light of Kshahrevar, while the said Light held them firmly against himself, not letting them jump onto the table. Noticing you, Kaveh’s face turns desperate.

“Please, remove the blueprints!” Too used to this, you simply walk to the desk and carefully lift his sketches, putting them away and safe from the animals’ sight. Assured that his work won’t be destroyed, the architect loosens his embraces, giving the trio freedom to go nuts all around his work space.

“It’s your fault they are like this,” you chuckle, removing a pencil from behind his ear. “Every time you call for someone they assume it’s time for treats.”

“I know, I know,” your lover sighs, leaning back into his chair and watching the two foxes about to scream at each other sitting on top of the table, while the last one is tugging on a trinket of his shirt. “I should’ve been more responsible.”

“Mhm. Now, what were you calling me for?” Grabbing the back of another chair in the room, you bring it closer to Kaveh’s, sitting down and catching one of the little troublemakers from the desk, bringing it to your lap. The blonde stares blankly at his hands for a moment and then his eyes flash with recognition.

“Oh, right! It’s nothing serious, don’t worry. It was just a… sudden thought and I wanted to know your answer.”

“So, it’s a question?” Fingers run through the sandy fur of your floofbaby, making it squint happily.

“Yeah, a question,” rosy eyes meet yours and you simultaneously smile - for no particular reason.

“Go ahead, songbird.”

“Alright... A client of mine came with a peculiar request… He wants to build a house in the image of his wife.”

“Oh? That’s interesting and actually so sweet! But I hope the wife is in good health, yes?”

“Yes, don’t worry. It’s just his way of expressing his love for her. We spent quite a few days discussing the designs, determining how I can integrate his feelings and her traits into the structure… But that’s not actually the point right now.”

Already having prepared to engage in a discussion regarding his new blueprint, you are surprised to hear that his question might not have anything to do with work. But the intrigue has been planted and you can’t wait to hear what possibly your boyfriend could be wondering about.

“Since you are the person who knows me better than anyone else I wanted to ask you - if you had to choose a building or any kind of structure to describe me... What would you choose?”

A building or a structure to describe Kaveh? The Kaveh? The architect who rebuilt half of Sumeru, made a name in history and is held in high regard by the Dendro Archon herself? There is probably no piece of architectural art to be as grand as this man is.

However, you know that he asks you as your lover, as the person who you cherish the most and who loves you as passionately and selflessly in return. Who makes you smile without a fail, who lets you curl in his lap while he works, rarely complaining if the pose is uncomfortable (which you lightly scold him for), who takes your hand and dances in the rain with you, jumping when the first clap of thunder booms and rushing you back home with a boyish laughter. The man who makes you feel the safest, most adored and beautiful woman in the world. And for this man you have a definite answer.

“Promise me you won’t be offended if don’t say ‘a temple’ or something alike,” the blonde shakes his head, releasing the fennec that was clinging to his shoulder, and reaching out for your hand. Your own fox is set free too, and the two of them jump back onto the table, startling the third one, and the crazy running around starts again. But neither of you pay attention to it anymore.

“Of course I won’t take it to heart. I am asking for your sincere opinion.”

“In that case,” intertwining your fingers and firmly holding his hand in a lock, you lean forward, as if it was a secret, “I think you remind me of a greenhouse.”

“A greenhouse?” he hums, scooting even closer, sitting on the edge of his chair. “What is motivating this idea?”

“It’s quite simple actually. Your hair are as pretty as glass, so sunny and bright, perfect for the flowers that grow. Oh, but the flowers are your hands, despite being rough from hardships and sometimes dirty from the smudged pencil, they are still as tender as delicate as the petals. But most importantly inside you grow the most marvelous thing that is ever to bloom - love. I am a lucky girl to be taking care of it.”

With soft expression you witness blush creeping onto his cheeks and readily move closer to let your foreheads touch in a tender gesture.

“Saying my hair looks like glass, and my hands are flowers…” Kaveh muses, a warm smile playing on his lips, eyes staring right into yours with such deep emotion, “how romantic you are. Or are they just words from the book?”

“Only if I were to write them down.”

“Oh, my muse… I love it.”

You don’t deny your lover when he tugs you forward, sliding himself back into his chair and leading you onto his lap, into his embrace. With arms loosely wrapped around his neck and his palms resting on the small of your back, you indeed feel like you are surrounded by wonderful flora.

“Are you going to let me stay in your greenhouse?”

Kaveh chuckles, reaching up, searching for your lips.

“Only if you promise to stay in it forever.”

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[peachseashell]

𝐁𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐜𝐞

Kaeya, venti and Kazuha x figure skater! Gn! Reader

・*:..｡o Warnings: dangerous sport (?) mentions of injury, badly written, bad grammar, inaccurate kaeya

✽・:..｡ Notes: sorry for not keeping up with my requests!! might be less frequent now school started again, sorry this is short. Love you all have a good day ❄⛄

♡ - Kaeya

Kaeya had never seen such a beautiful person as yourself; you look like a dove as you glide across the ice on your skates. He was utterly infatuated with your talent , you never failed to impress him with your skill.

He was actually quite shy to talk to you first. He only simply admired you from afar before he had the courage to approach you with a bouquet of flowers and sickeningly sweet words ready to spill.

- Kaeya is happy to recieve any wishes from you. Such as you need a new pair of skates or an appropriate outfit, he always is ready to buy you whatever you need when you want it.

- he watches you most of the time during his breaks when the ice has frozen over a pond in dragonspine, he will walk all the way over there just to watch you jump and twirl and around.

- Kaeya welcomes you home with a hug after you've been out in the cold for a while, despite his cryo vision he can be very warm. He knows your legs and feet probably hurt like hell from all the training and work, so he tries his absolute best to take care of you by running a hot bath and preparing a snack.

- talks about you a lot to jean and Mika at work, won't stop rambling honestly. Cute compliments fall out of his mouth as the mention of your name because he can't help but praise you for your gorgeous performances.

♡ - Venti

Venti had adored you for the longest time. He felt like you were like his little secret when he watched you twirl on the ice. almost as if your performance was just for him. He didn't really have much to offer except his love and affection.

He was absolutely delighted on that cold evening when you accepted his obvious feelings for you.

- your ventis biggest inspiration! He sings in the tavers about and occasionally writes poetry dedicated to you and only you as well. He just can't stop giggling and kicking his feet whenever someone asks him about you.

"i know right? they're so cool!"

He almost definitely could talk about if for hours but the poor person who asked would be falling asleep on the floor!

- venti of course does worry though. He worries that you might slip and fall, or the ice beneath you cracks and you plunge into the frigid water below. Sometimes he begs you not to go alone when he may be too busy to watch you.

- he sends a warm breeze your way so you don't completely freeze whilst skating out in the cold. It probably doesn't help because you're already sweaty and hot from all the movement.

♡ - Kazuha

Kazuha loved gentle, elegant things. That's why you attracted his attention so much, you were gorgeous to him in every way. You both fell for each other slowly, every day he'd glance at you as your skates scraped against the ice.

- watching you perform is a daily habbit. his admiration for you was soft, like he craved your attention but didn't want to smother you too much.

- he takes care of any cuts or aches you may have after hardcore training. Kazuha makes sure to touch you as light as he can with his bandaged fingers; carefully gliding over your skin as he patches you up.

- lets you fall asleep on his lap when you come home tired. His lap is warm, and his hand is soft as it ruffles your hair and the melody he is humming is quiet and tranquil.

Please do not share my work anywhere, thank you.

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[witch-hazels-musings]

Chivalry  

warning: princess!reader, knight!character (slight AU* Prince and Princess) | sfw | age mention: 23 (Reader) | angst* (due to different social statuses, reader confinement/isolation, reader is kidnapped & rescued (bound, eyes covered, put in a small box), kaeya is beaten T.T), comfort* (happy ending yayayay) | forbidden love | pre-relationship | kissing! 

Knight!Kaeya x fm reader | anthology (Albedo, Jean - coming soon)

You hung your head low, avoided the piercing eyes of the nosey, curious bystanders who happened to be around every time you were. Your life was placed on a pedestal, cast in a light so bright you wanted to shed your skin and melt away. 

To the kingdom you were its ‘gift from the heavens’. A miracle, a good omen. A precious gem whose luster should never be tarnished. And for that you were locked away. 

You were more like a prisoner than a princess. Albeit a gilded one. 

You were already trapped but as you walked to the grand hall with an escort of polished maids, you were headed to suffocation. 

-- 

“Sir Kaeya Alberich, do you vow to fulfil your duty of protecting the Princess no matter the stakes.” You watched as the King, your father, towered above the blue-haired knight who knelt before him. You hardly paid attention. Instead, you put on your practiced face while your mind ran through the fields of the kingdom you’d never see. Something moved to your right. Automatically you straightened your back and lifted your head at the feeling of your mothers sharp eyes. 

“My vow is my seal, your majesty,” the knight spoke. His hand moving to his chest but he didn’t raise his head. 

“You are not originally a ward of my kingdom, for this reason I see fit to mark  any failure as punishable by death.” 

His statement hung heavy in the hall. Murmurs from nobles passed around ivy decorated pillars, gasps rose in front of golden dishes holding food no-one touched. Your chest tightened; why would anyway agree to those terms. One person couldn’t possibly be that important. You frowned and hoped your mother didn’t notice. 

“I understand,” the knight said and you fought back an expression of disgust. 

“So be it,” the King snapped his fingers and the room stilled. You rose from the cushioned chair beside the Queen while a maid fussed with your long, elegant dress. “Rise, Sir Alberich.” 

Kaeya Alberich lifted off his knees and you took him in for the first time. His complexion was tanned, he had waist-length hair that was tied off to the side, the ponytail falling over his left shoulder in waves of cobalt and azure. His armor of silver reflected the dangling crystals that hung about the gold-lined windows in the hall. Over his right eye was a black eyepatch that was shrouded by his bangs. Kaeya was, without a doubt, handsome, and you found the juxtaposition of his hue against the narrow, red rug beneath him striking. 

The knight made eye contact with you so you looked at your hands. 

The King called for you to stand at his side. As trained, you moved like fluid to reach him, made sure your expression was serene like the paintings of your likeness lining the castle walls. “From henceforth, you will be the sword, the shield, the protector of our kingdoms greatest asset. Should harm befall her, so too shall it you.” 

“I will guard her with every breath,” he affirmed with a nod but when he lifted it just enough to look your way, you swore he winked at you.

The room erupted in polite applause. You felt the hand of your mother against your back as she glided down from her seat as if to display her love for her daughter. You, however, looked on and did your best not to cry. 

-- 

After the ceremony ended, you were escorted back to your bedchambers with one extra in tow. Your new personal knight walked silently behind the entourage of attendants. His armor clinging and echoing in the hall was the only indication he was even there. 

The labyrinth between the main castle and your hidden quarters made the already oppressive atmosphere thicker. Your gown was thin but you felt weighted down by it. 

“Wait here,” the head maid instructed your new guardian before she closed the door in his face and assisted you with changing. Your mother had instructed them to never keep you in the same clothes for long. There were days you’d have on upwards to nine different outfits just to satisfy her. The Queen’s own personal doll. 

When they were finished, you were wearing a flowing gown that spilled out behind you when you walked. It showed bits of your back, which you hated, and had strands of translucent fabric coming off your chest connecting to golden bracelets around your wrists. It was a hue of your least favorite color. You looked at your reflection and tried to be happy.

The head maid shooed the others to other duties while she took it upon herself to let the patient knight back in. 

“You are not allowed to be close to the princess,” she barked as he stepped into the room; too far for her liking. Kaeya looked down at her which made her fluff up like a mother hen. If there was anymore more protective than Lila, you didn’t want to know. 

“It’s alright, Lila, I’m sure he was vetted thoroughly. Were you not?” You appeared from behind a tall, viridian green divider that had carved scenes of landscapes you’d seen only in picture books. The shoes one of the maids tied to your feet clacked against the marble floors, drawing the knight and your maid’s attention. Sir Alberich took you in for so long you had to cross your arms and cough to get him to answer you. 

“I can assure you I will bring no harm to the Princess,” he answered, more to Lila than to you but his focus never left you. Suddenly, he bowed for a proper introduction, “Kaeya Alberich, pleased to make your acquaintance. As professed prior, I will ensure your safety or my life take me.” 

You rolled your eyes, “Please, I’m not worth that level of commitment.” 

“Princess!” Lila screamed as she rushed over to you. She took your hand and smacked it, “do not say such things,” she hit your fingers again making the tips sting. “I will not hear it! What would your mothe-” 

You watched as Sir Alberich snatched Lila’s wrist before it could fall one more time. The action stole your breath and made both you and your maid stumble. 

“Ah-ah, this won’t do,” he tisked, a gentle smile on his lips even though the eye you could see said something different. “I can’t let you continue with such violent actions. If you wish to hit someone, I will take her place,” Sir Alberich offered his hand by placing it above your own. Lila, understandably frustrated and taken aback released you before taking several steps away. 

“I-I will check on your mid-day meal ,my lady,” she huffed, adjusting her skirt as she stumbled toward the door.

“None for me?” He called to her but she was already gone. “How cruel,” he chuckled, turning his attention to your warm fingers. Using a gentle touch, he lifted them. One palm above and below and soon the heat started to fade into a cool, localized chill. 

“How’s that?” He asked. You were painfully aware how close he was to you. A shiver ran up your arms. 

“F-fine.” You’d never met someone who could manipulate the elements like this. Of course you’d heard of vision users, but no one you’d come into contact with held one. If they did, it was kept a secret. 

“Delightful,” he hummed as he looked at you. “Mm, that’s better,” he said as he removed one of his hands so he could see your fingers. He had gloves on but you could still feel the warmth of his palm. 

“T-Thank you, Sir Alberich.” Pulling your hand to your chest, you tried to hide the way it trembled. When was the last time a man touched you? 

“Kaeya,” he corrected, catching you off guard. 

“I’m sorry?” 

“Call me Kaeya, Princess,” he explained, emphasizing a little too sweetly on the title you had. The corner of his mouth lifted higher the more uncomfortable you became. 

“I ... That would be improper. B-Besides,” you shook your head, taking another step back not noticing you were nearing the shallow steps that led further into your bedroom. “I barely know you.” 

“Hmm, that may be true,” he said taking a step toward you. Rubbing his chin, he thought for a moment. “A compromise then.” 

“... compromise?” 

“In public you can address me however you’d like. Sir Alberich, Sir Knight, my loyal protector,” he teased, playfulness written all over his face. He chuckled and your cheeks grew warm, “but in private, call me, Kaeya.” 

“I couldn’t --” you stammered, moving backward as he approached. It was strange, you didn’t feel threatened but you somehow knew it was dangerous to let him get closer. 

“It seems we are in private right now, Princess,” he noted, scanning the room. “Come on, give it a try.” 

“Sir - Sir Alb-” you put out your hand as you fell backward, tripping over the steps you forgot existed. Unsurprisingly, he caught you. His hand wrapped expertly around your arm, the other pressed against your lower back as he pulled you away from danger. When you were stable, he let you stand on your own. 

“What were you saying?” He smirked, not letting you escape even though he technically wasn’t holding you hostage. 

Your fingers dug into the fabric about your chest. Your heart was pounding and you felt light-headed. Nervous, you scanned the room but found it was only you and your knight. 

“K-Kaeya,” you mumbled. Saying his name felt like a violation of etiquette. It made your ears ring but when you stole a peek at him, your world shifted color. 

Kaeya reached for your hand, his thumb brushed over your fingers, the fingers he had protected moments ago. “My Princess,” he whispered above them before placing a kiss to the tips of your nails. He lingered there for what felt like forever. You found it hard to breathe. “There, easier than you expected, hmm?” 

He rose to his full height and you pulled your hand away. The sound of rushing footsteps, no doubt belonging to your head maid, echoed just outside the hall. 

“If y-you’ll excuse me,” you stammered and practically ran to the washroom praying, for once, someone would give you five minutes of privacy. 

--

Day’s turned into weeks, weeks into months, and you and Kaeya settled into an easy rhythm. Or as easy as it could be. Most of your days were boring. You weren’t allowed to wander around the castle without permission. Even going to the private library had to be passed through channel after channel. You thought getting a personal guard would make it easier for you to live a ‘normal’ life; what a lie that turned out to be. 

You hated the rules, hated the expectations; so, naturally, a person born without them would find this secluded lifestyle miserable - Kaeya never complained. Not once did you see him huff or roll his eyes at the state of your life. Instead, he moved about it with ease. Made jokes and had fun even if you found it difficult. He seemed to even have fun with you. The days didn’t seem so lonely with him around.

Maybe whatever duty he had before being whisked away to be your knight was tedious or dreadful - this, probably, seemed like a walk in the park. 

Nothing bad ever happened save for an accidental cut when being fitted for a new dress, of which twenty new ones were on their way, or a burn from eating something too hot. Otherwise there were rumored threats that came your way. Threats you weren’t aware of until your father dished out hoards of the kingdoms wealth on a suitable protector for you. Kaeya was not the first knight you were given in your life. 

Once, you stumbled on one of the ‘so-called’ letters when you were waiting for your mother to finish getting ready. It was sticking out of the edge of her journal. Your heart was racing as you read it, not because of the contents, more for being caught with something you weren’t supposed to see. 

Your parents shielded you from every possible threat but they couldn’t understand how that level of protection harmed you mentally. Their obsession with your safety had turned into chains, their promises of a good life were rose-tinted and flimsy. They wanted a child so badly, but they forgot why the moment you were born. 

Slowly, you pulled your attention away from the book in your lap. You’d read the story multiple times, ran your fingers over the pages that had been stolen so you wouldn’t be hurt by the scenes that played out on them. You tried to imagine what the characters went through, what occurred during their forced time-skip. Your ideas changed over the years until you realized it didn’t matter anyway. 

Gazing through the thick, crystal glass in your conservatory, you watched sheets of water glide over the other side. You reached out and touch it but felt only cold. Around you the aroma of exotic flowers filled the space, forgotten food lay untouched on a silver tray. There were ample places for you to sit, but you always chose the one closest to the windows. Maybe one day you’d finally break through them. 

“Princess,” Kaeya’s voice interrupted your thoughts. When you twisted to look at him he froze in the doorway. His brows bunched up, eyes narrowed as he made his way toward you. With ease he sat in the empty space in front of you. The long day bed creaked at his weight, you moved your legs to avoid touching him. 

Kaeya pulled off his glove. 

Your gaze grew distant. 

Kaeya cupped your cheek and slowly brushed away your tears. 

You faded away. 

And while you slept beside him, he looked through the distorted glass as his bare fingers brushed through your well-kept hair. 

--

On the night of the new moon, everything changed. 

You awoke to find yourself tied up and alone, headed to a place you didn’t know. The threats that were just rumors had finally come to fruition. While the kingdom slept, infiltrators acted their plan. 

You overheard their conversations through the bindings they tied around your head. Bleeding arguments seeped through the wrappings you were sure had torn out chunks of your hair. For a while you thought it was a dream until rough hands picked you up and threw you against splintering wood. Whoever they were, they were in a hurry. 

“L-Lock it already!” One stuttered, their tone tense and anxious. 

“I’m trying,” another said and soon you heard the sound of a lock falling in place. Lifting up, you rammed your head into the celling and fell back down with a heavy thud. Were you in some kind of crate? You stretched but couldn’t extend your legs completely. If your hands weren’t tied behind your back you might be able to feel around. For now you’d do your best to loosen the bindings. 

“-- money --!” 

“Hahah, we’re --- good for ---” 

“--- keep her who knows --- much - make -” 

Straining to hear, you picked up even less of their conversation than before. From what you could gather, they just wanted to hold you long enough to get a hefty ransom. You hoped that’s all they wanted. At some point you began to shiver the longer the cart you were in rocked back and forth. 

“-- that?” The cart slowed causing you to roll into the side of your small enclosure. 

“huh?” 

“-- hear th-- AH!” Horrible cries erupted around you. The world outside was so foreign to you that every nightmarish thought you ever had ran through your mind. Their screams grew louder, more guttural, until they stopped as soon as they started. 

Tossing in the small space, you wondered if you should make noise or not. If these thieves were attacked by other thieves, would they search the cart only to find you? Would they look over whatever container you were in and let you die alone and afraid. You struggled against your bindings - if it was another threat, having your hands ready might give you the edge you needed. 

The cart jostled violently. The creak of a door sounded more like metal bending by enormous force. The lock you heard earlier strained against something before shattering. You scratched up your arms but managed to free your hands. Shifting to your back, you prepared your legs and hands for a fight. 

A gust of chilly night air hit you and you launched forward hopeful you were attacking whatever had come to steal your life. Strong hands grabbed you so you thrashed against them. 

“GET OFF! LET GO OF ME!” You shouted in the darkness until something ripped the binding off and you could see the face of your attacker. 

Kaeya’s face appeared in the shade of the night sky. His complexion looked wrong, unlike him, there was panic in his eyes that didn’t ease even when you said his name. You relaxed, looked past him and saw an arm extended in the dirt.

With expert strength, Kaeya scooped you up. His body shaking as he held you to his chest, as he walked away from the cart so you couldn’t see what he had done to those who stole you from him, as his hand pressed against the back of your head. Your feet dangled over the musty earth while your arms wrapped around his neck. 

“You’re alright,” he breathed against into your hair. Repeated the words until they became nothing but mumbling noise. 

“You came for me,” you said and tightened your grip. 

“You thought that I wouldn’t?” His question had the cadence of a joke but his trembling voice betrayed him. Carefully he set you on the ground and began to look you over. His jaw clenched when he saw the state of your wrists, his eye turned a shade darker when he noticed the cut on your cheek. 

“They’re just small injuries, that’s it,” you tried to reassure him but that didn’t seem to work. He was raging, you could tell. 

Tenderly, you brushed the hair on his brow. You meant to comfort him but instead you did something else. Kaeya pushed you back until you bumped into the sturdy tree-trunk. His fingers snagged your wrist before brining it to his lips so he could kiss the bruises starting to form. 

“... kaeya ...!” you pushed against him, confused and overwhelmed by the sensation. He had been touchy with you before. A wandering hand at your back, a playful shake of your head as he held your chin when you didn’t listen, sat a bit too close while you were working on something, but this. Never this.

Kaeya grabbed your other wrist. Bounced back and forth with his affections while you slid further down the tree. 

It was difficult to breathe. Why was he doing this? 

“ ... sir ... sir ka-” 

“Don’t say it,” he pleaded, appearing in front of your face so fast your head bounced back, startled. “Not yet,” Kaeya leaned in and kissed you, his hands holding your own to his chest while he pushed into your lips with his. You felt dizzy, heart fluttered.

When he finally pulled back you were gasping. It was so hard to focus on anything but him. 

“I serve you --” he whispered above your lips, the caress of them as he spoke tickled and made you shiver. “Tell me to stop.” A shock went down your spine. Looking at his face you noticed how his gaze was locked on your lips. “Tell me -” he pleaded, desperate, desire dripping of him. You knew what to say, knew what was expected but knowing the feel of his lips made your will distorted. 

“d-- s-stop --” the words bubbled on your lips. You heard them but it didn’t sound like you; that wasn’t what you thought you’d say. Kaeya moved closer only to pull back moments later. You stumbled at the absence of him and tried to catch your breath. 

Kaeya, jaw clenching, ran his hands through his hair before turning his back to you. For a moment, the two of you were silent. Composing yourselves with whatever strength you had. 

“We aren’t far from the castle.” He eventually said, voice back to normal. The honeyed tone covering each word. “We need to return now before the King sends out his whole army.” He turned, extending his hand toward you. “Can you walk?” 

“ ... yes.” 

“Ready when you are,” he said and you took his hand even though it was torturous to your heart. What did his actions really mean -- and how could either of you go back now that you knew what the other tasted like?

The two of you returned you to the castle in the early morning but the comfort of the stone walls soon turned into a nightmare as royal guards ripped the two of you apart and drug Kaeya to be reprimanded while you struggled in vain to stop them. 

-- 

Your mother held your bruised wrist so tightly you swore it would break all the while you’d be forced to watch as several guards beat Kaeya. You weren’t supposed to be here, you’d broken every rule to fight your way to him but he - he was worth it. 

“STOP!” You shouted, clawing at your mothers wrist, tearing beads and jewels off her sleeve. “FATHER STOP THIS!” Lila, tears in her eyes, rushed toward you to try and pull you back through the door you burst through moments ago. 

She was conflicted by rules and love, “Princess, you mus’nt.” 

“He didn’t hurt me. FATHER PLEASE!” 

Your heart was shattering, you felt weak and strong at the same time. Like a caged animal who sees the light of freedom, you shook against the hands that held you back. 

“Mother, please --” you gazed up at the Queen whose expression was twisted. She was the only one powerful enough to stop the king but in the twenty-three years you’d known her, she never once went against him. “Mom, look at me please,” she did, the corner of her eyes glistening, “If you care for me at all -- please.” 

You could hear the sounds of every contact, every brutal landing against Kaeya. He never made a noise. 

Torn, conflicted, your mother’s grip eased which gave you the chance to make a break for it. Without thinking, with cries and screams chasing after you, you ran toward the man who gave you his life so you could give him yours. 

Shoving past the guards as they swung, one of their blunted weapons made contact with your shoulder but you didn’t care. Kaeya’s eyes went wide. You threw your arms out toward him. He did the same and caught you and brought you below him, shielding you from the blows that followed. 

“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!” Your fathers voice echoed, causing you to tighten your grip around your knights neck. He pressed his bloodied palm against your back and lifted his head. You peeked to look at him only for your your blood run cold at the expression on Kaeya’s face. 

His eyepatch had fallen off. You could see the sharpness of his eyes. One rich in royal blue while the other a paler white, an old scar slowly turning red from a cut at his hairline. He had a split lip and another cut against his nose. You bit back a sob at the sate of him while everyone else took several steps back. 

“Release my daughter,” the King rumbled, stealing a sword from one of the guards. 

“She came to me,” Kaeya bit back, aura growing darker at the sight of the weapon. 

“Daughter.” 

“I won’t leave.” 

“Enough of this! Do as I say or I will --” 

“Will what?!” Everything boiled up at once. The floodgates opened and you let them flow, “Keep me in a cage for the rest of my life?” You adjusted so you could look at the royal family, at the guards who were unsure what to do, at the maid who raised you hiding behind her hands, but wherever you looked, you never let go of him, “My life is already one of a prisoner. Do what you want with it! I was certainly never the owner of it - so take it! Take my life!” 

“Hu-husband,” your mother took a tentative step toward your father but he shook her hand away. 

You continued even though your throat was tight, even though your arms trembled and you could feel the sticky , sickly heat of Kaeya’s blood seep into your gown, “I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever it is - I will be obedient but, please, let Kaeya go.” 

Everyone fell silent, even Kaeya who’s breathing was ragged in your ear. He opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted. 

“Why would I do that?” The King asked, knuckles turning whiter the longer he held onto his sword. 

You choked down a sob, “Because I love him.” 

The truth was a weight off your chest but would it make a difference? A princess falling for a knight -- there was no precedent for it. 

“You - love - him?” Your father swallowed every word. 

“I do, father.” 

The king scoffed but before he could lift his sword, your mothers palm pressed against his chest, “what about you, knight?” 

Kaeya, without warning, moved to stand and you helped him by pressing your hands against his chest being careful not to touch the bruises he had. Fear and worry gripped you - what was he doing?

He wrapped his arm around your back and held you too him while he crafted a sword out of frost in his other. He panted, wheezed and spat out blood from his mouth but through it all his chin remained lifted. 

“Give me nothing but her love and I will revel in it for the remainder of my days.” 

“You love my daughter?” 

“With every breath.” 

You couldn’t stop the tears as they cascaded down your cheeks. You thought it when he kissed you in the dark, hoped it meant what you wanted, but hearing him say it ---

Desperate, you looked toward your mother. 

The Queen stepped between the King and the two of you, her eyes softer than they’d ever been. For a moment you recalled the warmth of those eyes as if her arms were holding you once again. 

“Sir Alberich, you are herby unbound from your duty. The vows you once took are dissolved.” She held up her hand, her husband held his tongue. “For your service, and the rescue of our only he- for the rescue of my beloved daughter, I will grant you one request. Whatever that may be.” 

Kaeya dissolved his weapon, you adjusted under his arm to keep him steady. He was let go of his vows. Relieved, you couldn’t help but smile at him. Kaeya looked at you then back to the Queen and the supportive, if not by force, King. 

“You will grant me anything I wish?” Kaeya confirmed and the Queen nodded. Grabbing your hand, he took a step forward, “Release her.” He said with determination as he pulled you in front of him. 

You twisted, shocked at his request, “Kaeya --?” Confusion washing over your face, he didn’t hesitate to explain himself. 

“Ah, you haven’t realized it yet,” he mused as his thumb ran across you the cut on your cheek, “all your life you’ve been viewed as something to be won, a commodity, but that’s not what you are. I do not want you caged, bound like some trophy to put on the shelf. I will have you, Princess, but by your choice alone.” Searching his eyes, you landed on every bruise, cut, and scrape he accrued for your sake. “Let her live, that is my wish,” he doubled-down as he gazed at you the way you always wished someone would. 

Kaeya saw you --- 

“Granted,” your mother’s voice broke and when you looked toward her you saw her crying. All the fear of losing her daughter was finally outweighed with the understanding that holding her with bars of protection had nearly done just that. “Whether you wish to keep or throw away your title, I will - I will support you, whatever you wish to be. We will be here,” she expressed through her tears. 

You never knew the bite of real shackles but you swore your arms and legs felt lighter at her words. 

You were free. Free.

Stepping toward Kaeya, you made your commitment, “you say it is my choice,” you repeated with a glistening, cheek-straining smile, “but, I believe, Sir Alberich, you must know the choice was never my own. Certainly, my heart would surely break if it didn’t belong to you.” 

Kaeya leaned toward your lips, “I thought we agreed on Kaeya, hmm?” 

“You’re right, Kaeya.” 

“That’s better,” he hummed as his lips pressed against yours and you were filled with the overpowering taste of iron and utter devotion. 

--

The story is your own - however you want to have it

Just remember to live

Live to the fullest 

The both of you --

You, and your beloved Knight, Kaeya Alberich. 

#hazel works #genshin impact #genshin x female reader #x fm reader #genshin impact x fm reader #kaeya x fem!reader #kaeya x female reader #genshin kaeya x fm reader

[blueparadis]

╰┈➤ ANIMAL ✦ KAEYA ALBERICH.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢ In the search for hauls Kaeya stumbled upon something greater, something divine that could revive him and his Khaenri'ah.

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⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ fem!reader x pirate!kaeya,non - canon divergent lore, hints of supernatural powers, subtle mention of stockholm syndrome, dub-con, ( non-consensual to consensual ) somnophilia. read the part one here ( just the back story. they are not connected but you can consider this as a sequel. both can be enjoyed as a single oneshot. ); 1,2k word count. | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

There has been a vague series of events that have been frequenting your mind lately. It starts with a well-built person standing at the entrance of the room, perhaps a man; His face is blurred as he walks into your room, watching you, standing near you, touching you, your face and hair— you could even hear the floorboard creaking, feel the cold of the wind from the sea chilling your skin with goosebumps and the flame in the lamp dying as the man leans towards your face. That is when your slumber disrupts and you sit up but seeing everything around you as it was in your dream does not help.

But seeing Kaeya sitting outside the room with his goblet full of wine soothes your erratic heart rate a bit. Every time you wake up from this particular bad dream, he is some where near you— either outside on the deck or inside the room busy at his study desk. Many a night he has helped you go back to sleep by telling you various stories about his homeland, about the people he knew there.

Does he never sleep? You had thought every time you had found him awake in the dead of night. Kaeya had incorporated another bed in his cabin because the one he used to sleep in is now yours. It has been like that since the day he rescued you. You do not know why he kept you so long and under such protection even though he could have killed you after using you as a tool of pleasure. 

Generally, you would get up from the bed, have a glass of water and walk up to the deck asking him to come inside, to keep you company till you fall asleep again. But tonight it is different. The door is locked and Kaeya is in his bed, at an arm's length from yours, possibly awake. You can only see his long strands of copper-blue hair, his nape, and a part of his shoulder. Everything else is buried under the quilt.

You smile to yourself thinking about the first time you opened your eyes in his cabin, lying in his bed like this and saying “Map maker, I’m a map maker” when he asked about you; that is the only thing you could remember. 

And with a bright and warm smile, he had admitted, “Great. we could use a map maker.” A unified cheer from his crew followed him and you knew from the bottom of your heart that you are safe, you are okay here.

As you get out of bed, you notice a part of your dress as well as the bed wet. It had red stains so you assumed that your month's cycle had commenced. But the next morning you came to the conclusion that it was nothing but red wine, you knew it was a little early for your red cycle. Letting out a laugh you slipped out of your dress thinking how Kaeya can be clumsy sometimes but the thread of suspicion snapped when you noticed some bruises in your inner thigh, and around your taut nipples as your dress dropped on the floor.

Your legs gave up, your body froze and your skin burnt with goosebumps. You crouched down in cold agony. A stifling sob escaped your mouth thinking of who could have done this to you. Thinking who dared to touch you against your will despite sharing rooms with the master of this ship. So that night, you planned to pretend to be asleep, waiting for the person to show up in the cold dark night. 

But fate had other plans, soon the exhaustion and dizziness due to the salty breeze took over your urge to be awake and your eyes lulled to sleep. When you were awake again, you felt something in between your legs, something wet. You felt a sting around your pussy before it was soothed with a sweet lap of the tongue. Irregular breaths and pants hit your clit as you managed to pull up your head to see the face of the culprit. 

A knife in your hand and the clustered bed sheet in the other as you opened your eyes but alas! None of that mattered anymore. His face was not blurred anymore, you could see him as clear as a day. Springing upright on the bed you looked at him with dilated pupils. It was Kaeya.

“tsk, thought you were awake tonight.” Kaeya crawled towards you, his lips and nose stained with your arousal as he stopped inches away from your face. You could smell yourself on him. 

His mouth opens ajar as his lips latch around your clothed pebbled nipples. He suckled on them while his fingers had slowly slid up your thighs. You did not feel the emotions that you thought you would feel — rage, disgust, hatred, dirty and unholy. Rather a sense of relief had washed over you knowing it was none other than Kaeya, your rescuer. 

Under the guidance of his arms, you lay down again. He grazes his nose against the column of your throat inhaling your scent, feeling your light speed heartbeats. It makes him high in adrenaline and hard for some reason. He can not let you spiral now. So, with his honey-dewed voice, he whispered, “Don’t you think you owe it to me? For saving your life? Hmmm?” before diving back in between your legs, 

“Don’t you think you owe it to me, for saving your life? ” It rings in your ear, till now when the sun has come out, and Kaeya stands in his deck busy with his morning chores. Everything else has been sedimented at the back of your mind except that question. You were up earlier than Kaeya for the first ever. The sea is awfully calm tonight while your heart is full of chaos. It took a few raw shots of vodka to gather the courage to do what you are about to do. And that was not even the worst part. 

You liked it, every bit of it, that was the worse part. To think that Kaeya wanted you in more ways than just a map maker illuminated your body with desire and hunger. So, when you are all on your fours on his bed, barely clad, and Kaeya’s quilt is on the floor you do not know if it is the seed of vengeance, gratitude, or desire that sprouted into something else, that made you kneel in front of him.

As you fidget with the strings of his trousers Kaeya wakes up due to the cold and is shocked at first seeing you in front of him like this, desperate and drunk. 

“What are you doing here?” he blurted out.

“Why?” you drawled. “I’m here to return the favor,” you muttered kissing his navel and then looking up to him.

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[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Favorite Part of You: Genshin Version Pt. 2 (Kaeya and Diluc)

Summary: More butts, boobs, and thighs

CW: Fluffy, suggestive in spots

kaeya x fem!reader, Diluc x fem!reader

Kaeya

Kaeya is one of those who would have a really hard time picking a part he likes best

I mean, he loves all of you. Why should he have to pick? But if he had to, had to pick---

No, he couldn’t pick

Your boobs are so soft and they jiggle

And your butt, no matter what size it is he’ll think it’s cute (and be jealous)

And your legs? He knows that your recent habit of wearing shorter-than-absolutely-necessary skirts is a ploy to distract and tease him. And archons help him, it works. Watching you walk by, with an knowing look in your eye drives him nuts

Diluc

Legs, just legs

They’re tantalizing, shapely and lovely and seeing them during the day seems like a promise of more. It gives him something to look forward to when the day is done

He really loves to lay on your lap while you play with his hair

After a long day at work and doing his vigilante thing, the Dark knight hero finds the soft intimacy to be very comforting you certainly never complain

And every now and then he leaves marks

The next day he’s always happy to know that no matter how much Kaeya tries to flirt, you’re bearing his marks

#I feel like Diluc might have a thing for ankles #I have absolutely no proof #And this might be tired brain thinking #but he may really like a pretty pair of ankles #Kaeya #kaeya alberich #Kaeya hcs #Kaeya x reader #kaeya x fem!reader #Diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc x fem!reader #diluc hcs #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x fem!reader #teyvat talk

[writing-in-glitter-pen]

꒰ა If only I were yours ໒꒱

Kaeya, your best friend and only your best friend, admires you while you get ready to go out and wonders what could be of the both of you if only you returned his feelings.

bestfriend!Kaeya x fem!reader II unrequited love, nonmutual pining

“You know, you’re already the most beautiful girl in the world, you don’t have to do all…this.”, Kaeya cooed into your ear with his warm, saccharine voice, watching dutifully as you agonized over your makeup for your night out. “You might do the other women who have to share the room with you a favor and take it easy.”

You only rolled your eyes, continuing to apply your lip liner like you hadn’t heard him, as you always did when Kaeya chided you for your vanity—like he was one to talk.

You never took him seriously; his little remarks of "Darling" this and "Beautiful" that, it was just his way of entertaining himself.

You understood that fact, and you could see past his flirtatious demeanor for the man he really was; roguish, risky, but overall deeply caring and kind, funny and, surprisingly, introverted despite his natural charisma.

That’s what made you such good friends.

You could take his poking, prodding, and any other sort of teasing remarks he dared to dish out, and he could rely on you to understand him deeper than anyone else did, care for him when he fell apart, but also be the firm hand that could keep him in line when he went too far.

When what he mistakes as fun, casual flirting ends up breaking another girl’s heart, you’re always the one to smack him upside the head for it. When he orders another bottle of dandelion wine for himself while barely able to keep from falling off his barstool, you’re the one to drag him out of Angel's Share by his ponytail. Archons knew no one else would. And though he bellyached through your scoldings about the sensitivities of a pure heart or importance of a healthy liver, he'd learn and change.

"Whatever would I do without you by my side?", he'd hum with that dashing grin across his face, like you hadn't just ripped him a new one.

But being Kaeya's best friend wasn't all mother-birding, he had your back when you needed it too.

And you needed it tonight.

Tonight was one of those nights where you were expected to show up at an event per a friend's request. You weren't all that interested in going out tonight anyway, but what made the situation a touch more daunting was the fact that an ex of yours would be present, to which you called for Kaeya's aid in attending alongside you as your plus one and awkward reunion deterrent---an offer he was thrilled to accept.

"Why do you even go to such lengths to look good for some pinhead that broke your poor heart?", Kaeya murmured, taking it upon himself to pin up your hair with a pretty silver clip that rested in your jewelry dish.

"I'm not doing this for him, I'm doing it to spite him.", you corrected.

"Darling, that is the exact same thing."

You gave him a warning look to which he conceded with a shrug and snuck his way into your chair---forcing you to split the space with him until you were finished getting ready. He rested his cheek on his hand as he admired your process, wondering why you cared so much about what some goon thought. You were too beautiful for him anyway.

Truthfully, in Kaeya's eyes, you were too beautiful for any man to have.

Well...he could think of one man deserving of you, but he would never tell you.

The connection you two had was too sacred, too old of a growth to be slashed and burned by his own romantic interests.

You'd been inseparable since the day you met; of course, he found you absolutely stunning upon first sight, a catalyst for his initial draw and desire to be close to you. You took his flirting with a grain of salt, laughing off his musings like they were jokes. What he never would have expected was, after that first conversation, he was determined to stick with you until the end. An initial introduction turned into you two spending the rest of the day chatting about whatever came to mind, talking like you'd known each other forever despite being perfect strangers. You drew deep confessions and secrets from him without even asking, all you had to do was sit there next to him and vulnerable words he'd otherwise keep close to his chest fell from his lips like rainfall. And you accepted them in stride, giving him your own intimate details in exchange. Since then, you two were attached at the hip, unlikely and unexpected confidants.

He'd planned on asking you out, he really did, but he didn't want to do so after just meeting you, it was too fast. However, the more time you spent together, the more precious and irreplaceable you became. He had never met anyone else like you, and he'd never felt more at home.

So, the brief windows he'd get to finally ask you out came and went, and he remained silent.

When he said he wouldn't know what to do without you, he meant it, so he wasn't about to risk losing you over a rejected confession.

That didn't stop him from often looking at you with a twinkle in his eye saved just for you, or twirling a strand of you hair around his finger when he gets bored, or paying for your food and holding in confidence what you'd only share with him.

He was just happy being as close to you as possible while you remained blissfully unaware...though, sometimes, the dull ache of desire he harbored in his chest twisted in ways that felt almost unbearable.

Though he tried his best to keep you from dating, always finding something wrong with the guys you were interested in, crashing your excursions or meeting your suitors at your door when they came to pick you up to interrogate them about their intentions with you, you'd still slip out of his grasp and into the arms of some new interest.

But even as you'd take your brief leaves from him to be with someone else, you'd always return to his side by the end of the day.

No matter how someone else would touch and kiss you the way he burned to, you were still his, closer to him than anyone else, and he could find some small relief in that fact.

And when your heart would inevitably be broken, he'd take to patiently repairing it time and time again. He bought you flowers or new perfume, cut or dyed your hair the way you wanted if you claimed you needed a change; although he had little experience with cutting hair that wasn't his own, he didn't trust anyone else with yours, so he insisted on doing it himself. He'd shop with you and help you choose a new wardrobe, go out with you to drink or party your cares away, hug you for hours and listened when you cried.

He'd do so happily, because when his own inner turmoil caused his eyes to leak and the scars from his past to open and bleed, you were the person who'd hold him and close his wounds.

For that, he'd always be grateful, even if one day, your arms wouldn't be open for him anymore. Maybe you'd eventually abandon him, or maybe they'd end up belonging to someone else, he hoped with every wish he'd get that the day would never come, but no matter what, he'd always remember those moments as the most precious memories he had to his name.

He did everything he could for you, gave you anything you asked for.

If only you'd ask for him.

As you fixed the clip he put in you hair, he looked on through the mirror at those eyes he found so inviting and thought about how, if he was yours, he'd make you feel better than anyone else would. He'd love you more than anyone else could.

Well, he already did, but then you'd know it.

But that risk that you'd say no, that you'd finally hold his deepest desires in the palm of your hand and send them right back to him, kept him quiet.

He'd rather have you like this than not have you at all.

With one last spritz of your perfume---a spray that not only covered you in your signature scent, but him as well due to his proximity, you were out of your chair and walking through your bedroom door in the direction of the party, tugging him along by the hand.

"Thank you for coming, Kaeya.", you said, smiling softly up at him with reassurance in your eyes. An expression that filled him with warmth and satisfaction.

"Anything.", he confirmed, and followed you out.

#hello loves ♡ I'm back #apologies for my absence #here to resume our regularly scheduled programming #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact kaeya #genshin x female reader #kaeya x fem!reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #kaeya genshin impact #kaeya imagines #genshin kaeya #kaeya fluff #kaeya x you #kaeya genshin x reader

[rukkiya]

Hii this is a strange request so feel free to ignor if you are uncomfy! I was wondering if you could write an angst to comfort (modern au?) where fem!reader gets roofied at a party and kaeya (or albedo) helps keep her safe and stuff? They can already be at the party or come and pick her up! I love your angst! Stay safe(`3´)

why did you go

꒰ა(kayea x fem!reader - modern/college au)໒꒱

tw: mention of getting drugged , reader gets roofied

The sound of people talking and music blasting was vibrating through the house.

Kaeya wasn’t paying attention to anyone around him. The noise around him all blurred into one sound of nothing. He sat at the far corner of the living room looking at someone, the only reason why he was at this party to begin with.

He was looking at you, though if asked he’d just say he’s keeping an eye on you.

Kaeya knows you better than anyone. Knows how gullible and trusting you are despite so many people doing you wrong.

He would be next to you, he’d much rather be in all honesty. He feels like a stranger keeping his distance the way he is but it’s his fault it’s like this.

Kaeya feels like an idiot this all could have been avoided if he wasn't acting like such a prick earlier. You were telling him about the party and how your friend invited you and he got mad.

“You? Going to a party? Are you feeling ok?” he asks, reaching his hand from across the table placing it on your forehead.

“Just fine, but what's that supposed to mean? I go out sometimes. Not often but still.” you look at him, brows drawing together a bit as you softly move his hand from your forehead.

“Who invited you anyways?” he asks, ignoring your previous question. He feels something in the pit of his chest. He feels agitated.

“A friend from class, they're going to meet up with some other people they know there too, they said they wanted me to meet them.” You reply, looking down at your hands contemplating it all, going out stresses you out way too much. But you’d feel bad if you told your friend no.

Kaeya feels his chest sting a bit. “You have me, invite me with you” he thinks.

He's not one to get jealous, he knows he has no right. You're your own person but the sole thought of you finding someone else, someone better scares him. He doesn't want you to leave him.

“You trust them to not leave you?” he asks before he can think of what he's saying. You've had bad experiences with people you thought were friends. He's just worried, and you trust people too easily.

“They're not like tha-”

“Yeah those people you thought you could trust last time weren't like that either huh?” he spits out making you look up at him confused now.

“What's wrong? Did I say something to upset you?” you ask him, brows drawing together making his eye narrow.

He himself doesn't know why he's so bothered.

“No.” he simply says, looking away.

The look on your face made him all the more confused. Or maybe he's not confused, maybe he's pushing something back. Maybe he’s scared to come to terms with said realization.

“You seem upset kaey-”

“Never mind it's nothing, go ahead and go to the party. But if they do leave you, if you end up alone there I don’t want to hear it, I warned you.” He sighs, standing up and grabbing his cup.

“I’ll see you later.” He doesn’t even look at you, he just walks away and leaves you confused and worried. He is your closest friend and the sole thought of losing him or making him upset scares you.

Though you were at a party you were stuck in your own head too, you’re worried that Kaeyas still upset but you can’t figure out why he got mad to the point where he just left.

“Y/n, you want a drink?” Your friend asks snapping you out of your thoughts. Kaeya hears your friend call your name, seeing her get up from sitting next to you on the couch, turning to you waiting for your answer.

“Uhhh, no thanks I don’t drink-“

“Come on we’re at a party! I’m serving you the drink. I brought you here to have a good time!” She laughs making you go quiet knowing what she’s saying is true, but you don’t like to drink either.

“She’s not going to say no.” Kaeya thinks, knowing you all too well. It’s something you struggle with. You’ve told him that you feel rude or mean when you say it but in situations like this drives him crazy.

“Look I’ll bring an extra drink and if you want it you can have it ok? I won’t force you.” Your friend explains and you nod, feeling better with that option.

You feel out of place. Parties were never your thing, being around so many people wasn’t either but you didn’t want your friend to come here all by herself. Knowing how things are now days you know you’d be feeling horrible and worried for her if you had declined.

Kaeya sees you all alone now and has to stop his legs from moving any closer, you’re probably upset at him.

You were just trying your best to socialize better and he acted out in a way he shouldn’t have, hell he’d be mad at him too for acting like that.

His eyes scan the rest of the living room and he spots two guys at the drink section pointing at someone while mixing drinks together.

Kaeya’s eyes follow their line of sight and his eyes land back on you.

He looks back at them and sees one of them walking towards you, two cups in his hand.

Kaeya narrows his eye at the guy, moving closer just a tad bit.

Before the guy can make it to you your friend comes back holding two drinks.

“Ok, I mixed this one with more juice than alcohol so it shouldn’t be too bad. It’s there if you want it!” She smiles, placing the two cups down in front of you, sitting back down next you. You look in the red cup and see what looks like fruit punch to be inside, not that nasty brown beer color.

Kaeya stops and sighs, relief washing over him when he sees you with someone you know at least.

“Hey sweet thing, is this seat taken?” You hear a guy slur next to you.

Before you can even turn to answer you feel the couch dip beside you.

You feel yourself get pulled to the right seeing your friend suspiciously eye the guy as she loops her arm around yours, bringing you closer to her.

“You ladies have drinks?” He asks, leaning a bit close to you, he eyes both the cups your friend brought on the table. Placing two light pink cups in front of him.

“Yes we do.” Your friend quickly answers.

You can smell the sickly sweet scent of alcohol coming from the guy beside you and you have to stop your face from scrunching up in distaste.

Kaeya sees the guy sit a bit too close to you and feels his legs move cloer again. He knows you can take care of yourself, he knows he has no right to be this protective but when it comes to you he can’t help it. When he sees someone too close or making you uncomfortable he has to hold himself back from stepping in.

He’s closer but still far enough to be out of your line of sight. He doesn’t think he can stay hidden any longer though. Even if you’re still mad at him you can scream at him later. If the prick next to you gets any close he won’t just stand and look.

“You’re here too huh?” Kaeya hears a familiar voice come from beside him making him turn away from you.

“Albedo? You finished your group project? Kaeya asks in suprise, not expecting to see Albedo of all people here.

“Almost, I’m here to pick up some of the materials from a classmate who is here, I’m on my way out right now.” Albedo explains, fixing his backpack on his shoulders.

The blondes reason makes Kaeya laugh, it makes more sense now. Kaeya doesn’t think he’s ever seen Albedo outside of lab or the library.

You feel the couch beside you shift but before you can turn around you see a familiar guy standing next to your friend.

“Babe there you are!” You hear the guy behind your friend call out to her making you her turn his way.

“Took you long enough, we were waiting forever.” Your friend rolls her eyes as her boyfriend kisses her head.

“Already so sassy? I just got here.” He laughs making her roll her eyes.

The random guy beside you looks around, making sure no one was looking his way. He glances to his side to make sure you or your friends don’t see him move one of the cups he brought with him closer to you. In a swift motion he replaces the red cup your friend brought for you with a lighter pink cup that he brought for you earlier.

He looks around one more time making sure no one saw before standing up and walking away.

“You guys got drinks? Where are they at?” Your friends boyfriend looks at the two cups on the table in front of your guys.

“By the kitchen.” Your friend answers and he reaches for her hand.

“Come with me to get some.” He pulls her but she playfully slaps his hand.

“No I don’t want to leave y/n.” She says pulling you closer and you smile at her, squeezing her arm.

“Hey it’s ok! Look the guy left anyways, it’s only going to be for a few minutes I can save the couch for us so no one else will take it.” You laugh and she looks around before looking back at you.

“Are you sure? If that guy comes back leave and look for me ok?” She tells you, serious look on her face.

You nod your head and hold your pinky out.

“I promise.”

She looks at your pinky then at you, a smile making its way in her lips and she laughs “ok you promised.”

“I’ll be right back.” She stands up looking back at you and you nod.

You glance at both the cups she brought, looking in hers to see hers was a yellow color liquid, probably mango or pineapple juice was mixed with hers.

You don’t like drinking, the smell of alcohol makes you feel sick so the taste is far worse but you wanted to just try hers. The bright colors of both your drinks looked interesting.

You bring her cup up to your nose and smell pineapple. You bring the cup to your lips and take a small sip immediately scrunching your face at the burn on your tongue.

“How in the world is that even safe to drink?” You think to yourself immediately putting her cup back down.

You reach for your cup that she brought you and bring it up to your mouth, hoping it doesn’t taste half as strong as hers.

The smell of something sweet was coming from the cup. You tilt the cup back a bit, tasting a mix of cherry and punch, little to no alcohol can be tasted from the cup besides a small aftertaste of something bitter.

You take a bigger sip, wanting to get the taste of alcohol from your fiends drink out of your mouth.

It actually tasted good though, despite it having some alcohol in there. You take one more drink and put the cup down, not wanting to drink it all. You don’t drink alcohol so you don’t know the effect it’ll have on you.

“So that’s the big project you’ve been working on, no wonder I haven’t seen you around outside lately.” Kaeya puts his fingers on his chin making Albedo roll his eyes at Kaeya’s antics.

“I go out. I’m out right now.” Albedo states making Kaeya laugh a bit louder.

“For said project.” Kaeya points at albedos bag making Albedo sigh. Kaeya’s back was facing you, he didn’t notice the prick sitting next to you switch your cups. He didn’t see you take a drink from the cup that was switched.

You scroll though your phone as your wait for your friend to come back. You stop scrolling when you hear the music around you quiet down, looking around to see if anyone else notices how quiet it’s gone but when your head lifts up you get dizzy. Dizzy to the point where you have to steady yourself even though you were sitting.

“Y/n, sorry we took a bit longer he made me wait for him to get food-“

Your friend stops talking when she sees your head sway, noticing how you didn’t look at her though she called out to you.

“Y/n?” She calls out more serious this time, her boyfriend stopped talking behind her.

You hear your name being called from afar but your head feels too heavy to lift it up. You try to stand but your legs feel too weak.

“Did she drink too much maybe?” Your friends boyfriend asks and she snaps her head at him glaring.

“She never drinks, she doesn’t like alcohol.” She states, the panicked look on her facing making his smile drop, she’s serious.

You feel a chill go down your spine and wrap your arms around your torso.

“‘ts so c-cold.” You slur.

Your friend kneels next to you grabbing your hand feeling how hot it was to the touch.

“Oh my gosh y/n! Y/n hey look at me what did you drink?!” Your friend asks feeling panic rising in her chest.

“Y/n look at me!” She repeats louder getting anxious.

Kaeya hears your name being called out behind him and stops talking. Waiting to hear it again, to make sure it’s not his head playing tricks on him.

“Y/n what did you drink?” She repeats making Kaeya turn around slowly. Registering the words he’s hearing right now.

“What happened?” Kaeya hears someone whisper beside him, everyone around you guys was staring now.

“She’s out of it, but it doesn’t look like shes drunk to me, she looks sick.” Another person whispers.

“Here hold my hand and stand up, you probably need some water.” She grabs your hand and pulls you up.

You stand on both feet shakily and feel a wave of nausea wash over you.

Kaeya doesn’t even think, his legs move before he can register a single thought.

“Y/n? Hey I need you to look at me.” He’s by your side in a second. Your friend moving back a bit recognizing who Kaeya was.

You hear Kaeyas voice but can’t see him properly your vision is beyond blurred.

You take a step forward towards his voice but feel your knees buckle but never feel your body hit the ground below you.

Kaeya picks you up in his arms when he sees you stumble, feeling his heart sink.

What did you do? He thinks.

Kaeya gently sits you back on the couch and you mumble something he can’t quite make out.

“Y/n hon, can you look at me please?” He says calmly though his heart was beating out of his chest.

You look up at him and he notices how your eyes look hazy. He’s been keeping an eye on you all night, you haven’t drank anything.

Then he remembers the cups on the table.

He turns to the two cups and looks at your friend.

“What alcohol did you get her?” He asks bringing both cups up inspecting them.

He notices how your friends face goes still as she reaches for her cup in his hands.

“I didn’t put much in hers but that’s not…. that isn’t the cup I brought her…….. this cup is mine but that one you’re holding it’s not hers, I got her a red cup like mine too….” She points at the other cup in Kaeya’s hands. “I didn’t serve her drink in that cup it’s a different shade.” She whispers feeling her stomach drop.

Kaeya feels his whole body grow cold. He takes his eye off you for a second. One second and this happens? This happens to you? To you of all people? Some targeted you?

“Y/n did you drink out of these cups?” Kaeya asks.

You can vaguely see the cup Kaeya brings up to you and you nod. You can hear him but it’s much slower when it reaches your ears.

He reaches for your hand and puts his fingers on your wrist to check your pulse, eye closing when he feels how fast he felt it going. Not only that but the temperature of your body was extremely hot, you were overheating.

Kaeya gently lifts you into his arms and you groan feeling dizzy from any movement.

“Albedo.” Kaeya turns to the blonde making him step forward.

“Do me a favor and call an ambulance, I need to cool her off and get her to drink water for the time being.” Kaeya’s face looks unrecognizable to the people standing around. He looked scary.

Albedo doesn’t waste a second, having never seen Kaeya with such a serious expression, it made him realize the weight of the situation. He pulls his phone out and dials the number immediately.

Kaeya turns to the kitchen, your friend following close behind.

“I left her for a few minutes, her cup is still full she can’t be drunk.” Your friend explains feeling her eyes start to burn at your state, you couldn’t even keep your eyes open.

Kaeya feels his jaw clench uncomfortably but he has no right to be mad at her when he looked away from you for a second too. When he could’ve avoided this and just asked to come with you instead of being an ass about it.

“We need to get her out of her jacket and get her to drink water now.” Kaeya pushes the kitchen door open with his foot, pushing all the bottles off the table and setting you on it gently.

“Y/n, hon it’s me.” Kaeya calls out to you.

He sees you open your eyes and hears you groan uncomfortably feeling anger and guilt rise in him even more.

You can’t tell if you’re dreaming or not, everything feels weird. You’re not sure if Kaeya is actually here but you still want him near you, to apologize for earlier.

“-aeya k-aeya i-m ‘orry.” you slur, pulling your jacket closer to your body.

He has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from losing it. Hearing you apologize made him shake his head. Were you apologizing to me? He thinks as he moves his hands toward your jacket.

“Listen y/n, I’m going to take your jacket off ok? It’s me doing it, not anyone else but I need to do this, you’re overheating too much ok?” He asks and you nod your head giving him some signal.

He unzips your jacket and you immediately feel a shiver go down your spine.

You lean foward, closer to him when he slips both your arms out of the jacket.

“Get some water, please she needs it.” Kaeya glances at your friend who immediately does so.

You feel you body shaking, trembling. It was far too cold .

“aeya i-ts co-cold.” You feel your teeth chatter.

He sees you tremble and feels horrible. Bringing your body close to his to give you some warmth.His hands run up and down your arms and he can feel the goosebumps.

“I know I’m sorry but I can’t have you overheating.” He whispers, moving your hair from your face.

Your friend hands him a cup of water and he steadies you.

“Y/n can you drink some water for me?” He asks and you shiver even more.

“I d-ont ‘eel goo-d.” You try lift your head even though it felt painful, opening your eyes as you feel them burn a bit.

“I know I-…..” kaeya looks down feeling his throat swell. “I’m sorry I know you don’t but this’ll help ok? I promise.” Kaeya shakes his head, seeing your eyes travel from looking at him to the cup of water.

He brings the cup up to your lips, other hand holding the back of your head as you take small sips. He doesn’t stop until about half of the water is gone.

It’s not enough to get whatever you have in your system out but it’ll do for now.

Your limbs feel heavy but despite that you lift your arms up, reaching out for Kaeya.

Kaeya’s hands immediately find yours, interlocking his fingers with your now cold ones.

“P-lease do-t leav.” You slur, you felt sleepy, dizzy but worst of all paranoid.

“I wouldn’t dare.” Kaeya says seriously, giving your hand a firm squeeze.

Kaeya can hear the faint sound of sirens nearing and moves you, but you don’t react. His fingers move to your wrist and he can feel the steady pulse of your heart beating. You’re ok, your body is just drained. Kaeya swears to himself, he’ll make the bastard who did this to you pay.

He gently gathers you in his hold again and walks out to the now quiet party. Eyeing everyone around to see if he sees someone in particular. He remembers. The cup looked familiar. The cup you drank out of was placed next to you not by your friend, but by someone else. Someone he had a bad feeling about earlier. But he doesn’t see the face of the scumbag who did this.

Right now though he can’t be bothered with that punk. Right now you were his priority.

He takes you out the house and is met with paramedics with a stretcher. He’s hesitant to let you go but he lets the paramedics take your vitals.

They immediately get you into the ambulance and Kaeya goes in with you, holding your hand the whole time.

Kaeya explains to the paramedics what when down since you’re not able to at the moment squeezing your hand every now and then when he recalls what when down. They tell him your vitals are going back to normal, it’s nothing life threatening but they confirm what he feared what happened. You were drugged.

You can veagule hear what’s being said, the affects were still heavy hitting but you felt scared. You don’t want to be alone.

Kaeya feels the slight tremble of your hands and looks down to you seeing tears stream down your face. He can only gently wipe them. The state you’re in is tearing him to shreds. He feels his own eyes burn.

“I’m here y/n I’m not leaving you again. I won’t leave you, you’re safe with me.” Kaeya assures you as he gently lays his head on your shoulder

“You have to promise to not leave me either though ok? Anywhere you go ask me to go with you and I will.” He whispers, not really expecting a response. But he’s a selfish man, he knows it too. He doesn’t want you with anyone but him.

He’ll keep his promise, keep you closer than ever because he can’t stand the thought of you being in danger or unsafe or worse being without you again. He still owes you an apology, he knows because he’s come to terms with it now. It makes sense to him why he was so bothered with you not going with him, he can’t stand being without you. So from here on out he won’t leave your side. As for the guy who did this to you? Kaeya will find him and make him pay, but for now as long as you’re safe with him and him only, it’s more than he can ask for.

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authors note: HELLO MY LOVELIES!!!! it’s been forever since I last posted apologies t^t I’ve missed you all dearly <3 life has been busy but I had to write and post something for Christmas for yall :3 to the anon who sent this req thank you <33 this has been sitting waiting for me to write for a while as the topic is very serious and scary I wanted to approach it correctly. I’m sorry it’s an angst price as my holiday gift to y’all but would it be a rukiya piece if it wasn’t? LOL I do hope yall enjoy and that you’re taking care and spending the holidays with your loved ones and if you don’t celebrate I hope you’re doing great and taking care still!!much love to you all I’ll be back and active soon happy holidays!! ^~^<3 (ASLO! apologies for any errors this wasn’t revised!)

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