halos are fun but tbh realistically i think that saints would just have heads burning up with holy fire from the inside out. they'd be uncomfortable to look at, not only because they burn so bright and billow with smoke and flame, but because of the abjectly contradictory, miraculously terrible nature of it. headless but whole. dead yet alive.
cw: gn!reader, SFW, mention of reader being drunk but can be synonymous with being drunk of sleep deprivation since no explicit alcohol mention, pure love ♡
chauffeur!yuuta who tries as much as possible to have a professional front: he’s all courteous etiquette and chivalrous assistance, as expected of a luxury service. but those sweet iridescent bambi eyes and his way of unreserved darling anxious altruism enchants you.
chauffeur!yuuta who wears the most adorable and eye ogling white uniform (resemblant more to a pilot’s attire than a chauffeur, but he’s the most beautiful thing nonetheless). after the first few weeks working for you, he asks whether he should ditch the little black chauffeur hat or not (he worries it’s a bit overkill but the choice is yours anyway <3).
chauffeur!yuuta who always steadies out the car to open the door for you, one hand holding the car handle and the other open palm extended towards your entrance, gesturing you inside. he never knows whether to stand tall and straight or slightly bent over to meet you at your height. he tries anyway, for you.
chauffeur!yuuta who walks you to your destination (whether that be your front entrance or any other place, especially at night) although he’s sort of really only supposed to open the door for you, help you out, and wave you off; but the loyal dog inside him just won’t let him.
chauffeur!yuuta who when stopped at a red light, looks at the car mirror, looks at you, with a delighted grin and affectionate eyes, whether you’re perched up with full posture and already looking at him, or lolled drowsily and sleeping.
chauffeur!yuuta who constantly checks up on you via the car mirror to confirm you’re happy and content. if not, he asks “can I do something for you?”, making eye contact through the mirror with a sweet smile and docile eyes. if you’re thirsty, he’ll get you your choice of drink from the beverage fridge hidden in the centre console. if you’re hungry, he’ll ask you “what is it that I can you?” then make a stop at your place of choice. if you’re sad, he’ll ask if you’d like him to park the car and yuuta will take you on a stroll with open ears and his undivided attention (in the early days during these walks, he would hold his little hat in front of him with both hands like a true gentleman).
chauffeur!yuuta who realises soon enough, sleeplessly staring at the ceiling from his bed after a day of no reservations to pick you up, that it’s not enough. that by not asserting himself beyond a chauffeur to you as a means to not offend you, his patron, he actually does an injustice to you: the most addictive angel he ever met. well, as if his sweet face and endearing jumpy fussiness about you could ever offend you.
chauffeur!yuuta who involuntary incites your rambles with his receptive eyes and open-book facial expressions. but you’re just the same, giving old yuuta the heart eyes and being on the edge of your seat when the man starts opening up. and soon enough, it seems that you’ve both unraveled each other, become too fond of each other, exchanging soft giggles and the crinkles of eyes. when it’s you two, the ostentatiously costly and luxurious the little old car sure becomes chatty and filled with inoffensively banter, the dopey and syrupy chemistry leaving you both with misty eyes.
chauffeur!yuuta who remembers vividly the last time he picked you up from a night out. cue to drunk you from the backseat, saying you’ll marry him! “when we’re married yuuta…” and an entire rant, flirting with him, throughout the whole journey taking you home. he just stayed quiet with a blushed face and lips drawn in, eyes not meeting yours in the mirror (yet occasionally diverging that way). but he’ll smile after a while and make that long sacred mirror eye-contact with you again; “when we’re married y/n…” please don’t distract the driver!!!
chauffeur!yuuta who absolutely refuses (in the most possible calm, cooed, gentle, quiet screaming “i’m sorry but you can’t!”) to let you sit at the front with him. and quite rightfully so: you’re his patron! the cars ahead will distract you from a having a good lounge! please just luxuriate in your backseat ride! you’ll just stare at him with heart eyes if you sit at the front… he’ll be so flustered he might crash the whole damn car. he’ll be fired and won’t be able to drive you anymore!!!
chauffeur!yuuta who involuntary makes you contemplate for 5 minutes straight before his arrival time (which is actually 10 minutes before the set arrival time since he’s always at least 5 minutes early) on whether you’ll sit directly behind him or in the next seat over. the latter gives you a good view of his divinely entrancing side profile, yet…
chauffeur!yuuta who obliges with a happy sigh as he slides his hand behind his seat as the driver for you to grasp to. now left to your own devices, you’re just counting his knuckles with the taps of your finger (as if you haven’t counted them countless times already) whilst your other hand keeps hold. then you go in with your final blow: a firm but delicate hold with the tappy hand whilst you retire the other; a dazed smile and misty eye contact reciprocated in the mirror, as you give him occasional squeezes on the supple palm. thankfully, he’s cruising a straight unbusy road so your antics won’t require his brain to work double-time.
chauffeur-and-boyfriend!yuuta who kisses the sweet spot at the back of your fingers of your held out hand as helps he you out of car with his own. you and your lover’s hands continue intertwined as he walks you to your front door <333
Hear me out. Boothill is absolutely obsessed with physical touch and WILL always have an arm around your waist. He will shamelessly kiss you in front of others if anyone dares to flirt with you in his presence (he promised not to shoot anyone anymore). He WILL slap your ass if you walk past him and smirk with his arms crossed when you look back at him. Why? He knows you can't really slap his ass back (this one might hurt), but you're very welcome to try, he won't stop you. Will pull your chin up with his fingers and kiss you whenever he wants. Boothill will bite you on purpose with his sharp teeth to mark you, only to kiss the purple spots better, so you can melt under his touch. Boothill thinks the sidewalk rule is very important - that's why he pushes other people on the road, so you can have more space to walk, while holding your hand. He pulls you towards him so you hit his firm, metal chest with yours while he laughs, cupping your face roughly and gently kissing your cheek. He wants you to pull on his hair when you kiss, so you can get goosebumps when he groans into your mouth and feel his cold fingers caress your soft skin further down.
PSST! boothill relationship headcanons and more thirst here!
THANK YOU FOR YOUR SERVICE TO THE BOOTHILL COMMUNITY I'm eating very well this week salute for your contribution 🫡🫡🫡 I also like the idea of sappy boothill he's the type to say "my girlfriend hates me I hope I die" and the Jessica and Roger rabbit dynamic is so!!!
he’s your ride or die. it’s most definitely a case of somebody asking “what do you see in him?” to which you reply “he makes me laugh.”
he’s so whipped to the point he’ll be in a serious debacle with somebody, guns drawn, throwing threats, but as soon as he hears the custom ringtone he’s set up that indicates that it’s you calling, he holds up a finger to his opponent and answers the call.
example: “oh, keep talking.” his gun is aimed directly in the centre of his opponent’s forehead. “one more word and i’ll blow a nice hole through yo–”
his pocket vibrates and chimes a ridiculous tune.
gun disappears back in its holster, the red targets in his irides fade and he turns his body away to answer the phone. “hey sweetie!”
his opponent is stunned. “wh–”
boothill holds up a finger. “of course i can buy dinner on the way home! what do you want to eat?” his opponent just barely hears a voice speaking on the other side of the phone. “mhm… i can get that… no problem… hey, you’re not working on friday, right? i’ll take ya out for dinner. there’s a nice little restaurant on the xianzhou luofu i think you’d like… sound good? i’ll see you tonight… love ya lots.”
probably makes kissy noises before he hangs up.
“seriously? are you–”
whoops. trigger finger’s a bit too itchy today.
adding onto what you said, he’s so sad when you’re upset with him. to me, he seems very disorganised and more of a risk taker. he’s got a body of steel; lots of risks won’t even leave a dent on him. he’s constantly running late to things, constantly leaving tasks unfinished to start something he finds more interesting. he’s in for the thrill of the ride.
one time, he forgot a date he himself had set up.
not only did he come home to find you clearly upset over it, but he was absolutely fuming at himself. apologised one million times to you, two million kisses, probably got on his knees, and he can’t ever forgive himself.
even if you’ve already forgiven him, you’re laughing and trying to get him to stand up because “you’re a grown man acting like this.” he latches onto you like a koala bear.
it’s not even that deep either. it’s just a lunch. it’s not like it was a special occasion. speaking of which, he’d never forget a birthday, valentine’s day, whatever traditional holidays you celebrate. never ever.
he’s actually such a sappy gooey loser it’s so sweet. his favourite thing to do is bury his face in your neck or your chest or your lap. he’s all over you like sticky sweet honey, and you can’t get rid of him that easily.
do u think boothill would be obsessed w readers waist . literally holding it pinching it using it to move them around etc he makes me a little crazy
yup.
always has an arm around your waist. and he always has to call you my man/my lady, otherwise it’s ‘honey’ and i’m not elaborating. he thinks he’s so smooth (dont tell him you can hear the fans whirring below his body). you’re, what, 2 years into this relationship and he’s still blushing at the ears and stuttering when you smile at him.
he can be smooth, sometimes. it’s all in the southern drawl, and also just him being quite touchy in general. has also like, 100% said, “well, hello, nurse” once or twice with a whistle when you walked in the room.
he’s not the biggest hand holder—he doesn’t like his hands at all—so he’d rather just squash you in tight next to him as much as he can.
he’s basically your guard dog. he’s always attached to you somehow, will bark and bite at anything that he doesn’t like coming close to you, and he feels like the king of the world knowing that he, some stupid hunk of scrap metal and junk, bagged you. nobody knows how he did it. he doesn’t even know. sometimes he thinks he’s dreaming.
he’s feel like an absolute gentleman as well, so there’s that too. he’s going to tickle you at any given opportunity, as well as give you a little squeeze. he’s got that sort of cuteness aggression inside him i think. if your back is turned, he’ll pinch your sides and nip at your neck like a puppy. he’s like that.
speaking of your back, somebody’s gotta call the mechanic if you’re wearing a top with a low or exposed back, or if you just take the damn shirt off entirely. he’s like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time if he sees even an inch of your spine. why are you seducing him like this. please stop staring at him with heart eyes when he’s stumbling over his words.
he can’t join you on beach days unfortunately—sand and water not great for the robo-body—but he will be reluctant to let you leave, considering you’ve got basically nothing on and he wants you all to himself.
he also loves your legs. please swing them on his lap and use his as a foot stool. he won’t even complain. don’t get him wrong, he loves you in formal wear; suit, dress, whatever you want, but by the gods when you wear shorts or a skirt his brain melts.
appreciates nice shoes as well. fancy formal wear sort of stuff. he’s a total sucker for it.
if you wear heels, he loves those too (makes you look taller so rawr) (he will do that cat purr rolling tongue noise i have no clue what it’s called) (also he knows any sort of fancy shoes hurt your feet so YAY he gets to carry you home!!!!!! he wins!!!!!!!!!) (he’ll hold your shoes in one hand and carry you like you’re made of glass. doesn’t matter if you’re embarrassed. to be fair, he thinks you deserve to be carried everywhere. you’re way too ethereal to be touching the floor in any sort of way).
i just like the idea that he’s the biggest most loserish simp in the world. loves his partner more than anything in the world. whipped to all hell. will put a bullet in his head if it would make you smile.
Kaveh’s the type to look at you with so much love and adoration in his eyes. Your beauty has no equal. It’s so individual and separate and embodies your soul so completely. He can’t help but fall in love with you over again.
Kaveh is the type to wake up before you to capture sunlight kissing your body. He pays attention to all the details. That is even to the way the covers are draped over your body. He makes sure to engrave the sight before him into his memory.
Kaveh is the type to sit by your legs, wrap his arms around your waist and look up at you. Nothing but love in his gaze. He continues to say how much he loves you. He always manages to find another way to compliment you. Every other day is a chance to give the rightful praise to another part of you. Whether it be visible or invisible. Whether it be your personality, behavior, the way your eyes light up when you laugh, or how your voice picks up the pace when you are engrossed in something. He can’t help but adore it all.
Kaveh is the type to try to engrave statues of you. From finest marbles. He wants the memory for you to last for centuries after, for all generations to see your beauty. But even his skilled hand can never capture the essence of your being.
You are his diety. His soulmate. He gave his heart and soul to you. Even if you break his trust. Even if you leave him. If you leave this universe. If you turn out to be just a fragment of his imagination. You will continue to exist in his heart.
cw: suggestive chatter, long as fuck because idk how to stop, lots of baby pet name, afab reader
arataki itto is a very loud lover. always telling you how much he loves you in rooms full of people, always kissing your cheeks, talks to strangers about you and his gang is so close with you. you could never be confused or in the dark with itto because his love for you literally shines out of him.
but before you were together, i fully believe it was one sided at first. he fell for you immediately and whenever he saw you running errands in inazuma he tried hard to get your attention. “hey!! hey!!” and he’d be trying to match your speed, “whaddayah up to? i can help you out if you want, i’ve got all these muscles just for you, sunshine. y’know if you were my girl you’d never have to do anything yourself!” it would be mostly you laughing at his over confidence and falling for it time after time. also helped that he’s insanely attractive.
your favourite encounter with him was when the tenyrou commission was chasing after him and he saw you walking by so he stops mid chase to compliment you, “hey baby, you look beautiful today! that shade looks great with your complexion and wait… are those your new shoes you were talking about?” and when you ask why he’s so out of breath, his hands on his knees panting, he says “just on a run, stayin’ healthy!” then when you see the soldiers coming up around the bend he shouts, “gotta go, pretty! catch you later !!!”
then when you get together you find he’s very heavy handed. always forgetting his strength when he hugs you, making you think you’re about to lose a lung because he’s squeezing so tightly and pressing kisses all over your face. also the type to fall off his chair or into you when he laughs.
always touching you, mostly an arm over the shoulder type of guy or hugging you to his chest, back hugs when you’re standing, always yanking you to him. sitting on his lap and playing with your hands.
happy imbalanced drunk. like when he laughs he’s all over you, sloppy kisses and slams his glass on the table after every comment. gets even more cocky and very inappropriate, “you love me don’t you baby?” and then he leans into you, thinking he’s whispering but now it’s just talking voice volume, “i love you too, especially when you forget my name and your eyes roll back all fuckin’ pretty-“ and he’s about to sound like a smutty audiobook so you have to drag him out with his body weight completely on you.
besties with his gang. they all keep you safe and treat you how they treat each other. they already know that if something happens to you itto would have their head on a platter. if itto promises to pick you up but gets hold up somewhere he always has one of them meeting you to walk you home. (always apologises relentlessly whenever it happens lmao) “so so so sorry sunshine, please forgive me.” and he’s whining, pouting, looking like he’s about to start weeping. he’s just a big baby because you weren’t mad in the first place.
gets jealous when you hang around with his gang for too long without him and he thinks he’s being sneaky and smart with it when he’s so very obvious. when you’re walking up to meet him he turns his head when you reach up to kiss him, “what’s wrong itto?” “nothin’.” and it’s not even a second and he’s asking, “so what took you so long? what were you talking about with them?” and when you ask if he’s jealous with a smirk he’s like, “aha that’s funny. that’s funny. i’m not jealous, trust me. but seriously, you don’t like them more than me, right?”
when he’s saving up to get you a pretty necklace or sword from the inazuma wagner (bro idk his name), you don’t see him for a week because he’s doing random odd jobs to make money. he’s always got such pure intentions and itto is the definition of sweet. you see him fishing one time when you’re out. he’s fuming, eyebrows furrowed and he’s about to go in the ocean and grab a fish with his bare hands. you go up to him asking “itto baby? what’s wrong? what are you doing?” and his anger dies down immediately and he’s switching to a pouty baby again, spilling his secret, “oh baby. my baby love, i was… i’m tryin’ to get you a gift -i’m not tellin’ you what yet, it’s a surprise!— but who knew fishin’ was so hard!”
type to haggle for better prices at shops. when you’re looking at a pretty dress at one of the shops he’s tryna get it for you, knowing he doesn’t have enough mora on him. “look at my girl. look how pretty she is. wouldn’t she look good in that dress huh?” and he’s crossed arms, nudging the man running the stall. and itto looks intimidating so even if you weren’t the prettiest ever, he’d still be agreeing with him. “how about you let her try it on and we make a deal??” itto is shit at maths so none of his deals make sense and while you’re trying it on you hear him whining outside, “please man, i’ll do some advertisin’ for you, any random job i can do it!! i’m great at anythin’ , just look at me! just wanna make my girl happy!!”
for everyone it looks like you’re the smarter of the two but when you’re both left to your own devices you’re both as silly and dumb as each other. in a restaurant you’re the loud flirty couple and everyone can hear your conversation. itto trying to airplane feed you food and you’re slapping his hand away, “i’m not a baby itto, be cute with it!” “yeah you are, you’re my baby. say you’re my baby.” and youre looking at him with lidded eyes and so is he and you both just seem to be leaning in closer and closer, “i’m your baby, baby.” and itto’s about to kiss you before he drops the spoon of soup all over your lap. he’s chuckling deep from his throat, “oh my archons, aha sorry, you know how i get when you look so pretty.” and he’s roughly patting your lap with napkins.
lots of elbowing him to tell him shut up when he’s not helping a situation. and always he pouts and shuts up. when he’s arguing with a shop owner or a random tenyrou solider, you always step inbetween them, patting itto’s chest, a warning that you will handle it. always your job to talk to kujou sara and she likes you so she backs down a little. just a little.
would do everything to keep you safe. if he’s about to do something dangerous his first thought is to have you as far away as possible.
you’re low-key a seasoned liar with the commission. they find you often to ask where itto is and you lie out your ass. lots of who ? oh i know that guy !! dating ?? who said that ?? whole time he’s hiding under your bed coughing with his feet sticking out.
loves loves loves when you brush his hair or wash his hair and especially when you put it in a long braid for him. tell his gang you did it. if he sees anybody looking at him he always assumes they’re looking at his hair and he’s “yeah sick, right? my girl did it for me this mornin, she’s good at everythin’ she is. makes me look even better than usual’.”
such a sweetie so so so kind always always listens to you and remembers minor details. if you don’t see him for a few days he’s always bringing you back something. if it’s a shell that he finds beautiful, a shiny pearl he loops on a string as a necklace or a new recipe he promises he will make you.
lots of sitting on the beach in his arms while he talks about growing up as an oni. stories about meeting his friends, his granny and what he thought when he first saw you.
you both always get caught making out or inappropriately touching. you keep forgetting you shouldn’t trust itto when he’s completely love drunk on you because he loses all concept of time and just starts begging for a kiss. “please, sunshine, please.” a whiner, would literally get down on his knees for you whenever you deny him, “trust me baby -wait no trust me- nobody’s comin’ they said they’d be back later.” whole time granny oni is a few minutes away and he promised the gang earlier to meet in five minutes.
his personal cheerleader. when he’s beetle fighting or card games or even just playing with the kids you’re always cheering him on and kissing his cheeks when he loses. says it lessens the pain when you do. “you’ll win next time baby, i promise!!” “yeah! i’ll win for you, get you anythin’ you ask for if i do. anythin’!” he never wins but it’s the thought that counts :)
sits on a rock and tickles you and kisses you when he asks you to his red eye and body makeup. you’re outside by the sea and you look so pretty and carefree. “make it extra scary baby, yeah?? let everyone know the oni is comin’!”
you tell him how this guy is pissing you off and his gang is now threatening him behind a building. itto becomes a completely different person than usual and you see his pupils buzzing with anger, his vision gleaming with threat on his chest. he’s even holding his claymore behind him like he’s ready to swing at any moment. “so what i’ve heard little man is you… yeah you, how stupid is that… have been botherin’ my girlfriend and i don’t like that. if i hear or see, anythin’ from you again i’ll be back and it won’t be nice.” and he jumps at the guy just to see him flinch.
in conclusion arataki itto is the sweetest, poutiest, cutest, big oni boyfriend who would do anything for you and protect you with his life.
AU where Kaeya is a pirate and Aether is a merman whose been obsessed with the eye-patch wearer ever since he caught a glimpse of him in a harbor. He watches as the man talks and laugh with other people, secretly wishing he had legs so he could accompany the pirate on his journeys. Aether starts following the ship he saw Kaeya board, always peeking out of the water and staying just a little too close. He’s almost been caught by the crew multiple times when they look over the water but he doesn’t care, nor does he wonder why they’re always looking over the ship’s railing. All he wants is to stay close to the man that’s stolen his heart and ensure that he’s safe.
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Kaeya spotted the little merman right before he boarded his ship, the sun reflecting off the golden hair floating in the water. Amber eyes, which peered over the water’s surface, completely bewitched the pirate, and he found himself always looking for the merman outside his window. He also told his men to alert him if they ever saw the boy in the water, wanting desperately to catch him so they could talk.
After returning from the “treasure hunt”, Aether feel down for no apparent reason. Kaeya takes it upon himself to cheer him up
NOTE: Hello hello! I had this thought about Genshin Impact today in class and I just decided to make it today’s fic lol. I’m still new (but already addicted) to the game, so I’ll add more characters with a bit of time. Support and feedback are always appreciated. Un grande abbraccio a tutti! (A big hug to everyone!) 💚🤍❤️ (btw I think I need a Kaeya in my life)
DISCLAIMER: This is a tickle fic, if it’s not to your taste I don’t suggest you read it
This ship is platonic
After returning from the “treasure hunt” he was asked to complete by Kaeya, Aether didn’t feel quite alright but couldn’t figure out why at the same time.
Actually he could, but he didn’t want to admit it. He was a little hurt when the knight insinuated that he wanted the sword for himself. He felt a bit judged, when in reality all he wanted to do was finish the job as fast as he could to return the object as soon as possible.
He didn’t even care that the whole mission revolved around a nonexistent relic, he wasn’t even mad at the blue-haired guy for that “trick”, but on the other hand he was a bit disappointed with what his friend thought of him.
He didn’t really want to see anyone, so he climbed up the windmill and sat on the tiny balcony, reflecting on his mood in order to act properly about it.
Kaeya and Aether hide from enemies beneath an upturned boat. Even though Kaeya's frost powers keep them hidden, Aether will die unless he can share in the other man's heat.
G Rated, slightly Kaeya/Aether (rarepair ahoy)
Something I wrote a while back and never posted because it's a bit short - I went back and rewrote it to make it nice. I vaguely ship these two for a million little reasons, in very specific ways, that I will rant about if anyone even slightly asks.
For @chaos-company's Angstpril 2022 - 'Hide'
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Kaeya watched as Aether’s lips turned blue. Their breath hung in the air - still, white clouds hanging between them as the air froze and the ice climbed like spiderwebs. The boy’s hands were shaking as they pressed against the ice, occasionally pawing up like a cat to avoid sticking to it and ripping his palms.
They were crouched beneath the shell of an overturned fishing boat. The heavy footsteps of Ruin Guards thundered past their little wooden hiding place, sometimes stepping so close that they almost crunched down on the hull, sometimes wandering a few feet away as they followed some unknown pathing code. But worse than that, worse than all of those quaking footsteps combined, was the silence of the Ruin Hunter. They knew it was out there, but it hung as an unknown above their heads - a Sword of Damocles aimed at the backs of their necks. Kaeya held his fingers to his lips as he watched Aether’s expression curl in pain. Beneath them, through the grey haze of the ice, sank the open maw of the ocean.
He watched with growing concern as the flush that had originally bloomed as a reaction to the cold faded to grey. The boy swooned, so he flicked out a hand to catch his attention. The gesture was so quick that Aether took it as a scolding and snapped straight up again, but he could no longer maintain eye contact. He was blinking heavily and looking straight through him.
It would only take a little longer. Ruin Guards shut down after a period of inactivity. Then they could both run for the camp hidden within the maze of cliffs on the shore, and to the fire that would be burning there.
The air shook as Aether crumpled forwards. His bare elbow hit the ice and a hiss escaped him, his whole body cringing as it struggled to push itself back up. His flinching fingers and slipping knees showed how frozen his brain was - like an insect in the frost, he couldn’t get his neurons to fire and was breaking down like a machine. Panic hit Kaeya in the chest. They’ll hear you!
Aether’s limbs were rigid and shaking when Kaeya snatched them by the wrists. He heaved the smaller body against his own and pulled his cape around them both. As the boy started to lose his faculties, his breathing began to come in with frantic, shuddering gasps. Kaeya clamped his hand over his mouth and watched his little nostrils twitch like a panicked rodent. Looking into his glassy eyes with a sharp warning in his own, he shook his head.
Kaeya didn’t have much heat to share, but as it began to seep from his body to Aether’s, he could feel his paralysed limbs start to soften. First his fingers, then his hands, then his arms, as the rewarmed blood flowed back down his veins. Kaeya didn’t break eye-contact. It seemed to be the only way to keep Aether aware, as the frost nipped at his frontal lobe, that silence was necessary. They hung in silence, their breaths rising and falling in the same slow rhythm as he pulled him back from the edge of unconsciousness. The ice beneath them was starting to grow wet, but he didn’t dare top it up.
Though the shivering never stopped, he finally felt Aether shift. His hand came up to Kaeya’s and tried to pry it from his mouth. Kaeya frowned and shook his head, only pressing down tighter now that he was being fought. The tugging became more frantic. Aether’s eyes came back to life and begged him silently. It made Kaeya relent, but his own eyes glinted like the steel blade of a sword in warning. He removed his hand. Do not make a sound.
He expected an initial gasp, but Aether did not try to reclaim any lost air. Instead, with fumbling gestures and clumsy fingers, he pulled off Kaeya’s glove. Kaeya looked at him with concern, as he often did when an alien instinct of Aether’s seemed to take over. The boy dropped it, then shoved Kaeya’s warm palm against his neck. He curled around it, tucking against his front and burying himself in that nest of furs. The scant warmth of the cavalry captain's body kept him stable, a degree above hypothermic, but still he shook so ferociously that Kaeya was worried they'd start vibrating across the ice.
They stayed silent, a wolf curled around the pleading heart of a deer, until finally they heard the thump-thump of Ruin Guards hitting the sand.
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