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a/n: this was completely self indulgent because my love language is physical touch and this bitch is starving 😔
Dazai
This man is so touch deprived but in a way that he hides it very well. Sure, he’ll touch and pester everyone—he’ll even sleep with women.
But it’s not the same as being touched by someone you love.
So you basically flipped a switch in his brain when he realized he loved you—and that he suddenly craved your touch more than anything else in the world.
Good job, y/n🧍♂️Now please show him love☺️
As far as physical affection goes, he’ll do just about anything. Cuddle? Yes. Making out? Yes. Pecks, cheek kisses, hugs from behind? Definitely.
He can be clingy—but also be detached so quickly. Sometimes he gets insecure—what if he’s not good enough for you?
During those times, please stay with him. You don’t even need to say anything.
Be the big spoon. Wrap your arms around his shoulders, with his back pressed against your chest. He’ll be reluctant to do it at first, laughing it off as “this is quite funny!”
But when you show him you’re serious, he’ll simply nod and melt into your arms. He feels this warmth in his heart—something he’s never felt in his life. It’s different—it’s scary. But he loves it.
Kiss his forehead🥰 it would have to be during an intimate moment though—not necessarily sexual. Lightly push his bangs away, and place a soft kiss on his skin. His eyes will light up.
Wash his hair in the bath. He likes taking bubble baths the most—just the two of you sitting with each other in the bubbly water. Sometimes hours go by and you’re still in the tub.
“Dazai, we’ll get all pruny if we stay in here!”
He’ll just simply hug you from behind and nuzzle his face into your neck. “Time flies when you’re with the person you love.”
That’ll shut you up ◕3◕
With his back pressed up against your chest, he’ll lower his head a little bit so that you can massage the shampoo into his hair.
He’ll sometimes fall asleep because the comfort of your body against his and the cold air hitting his neck is too cozy to ignore.
His head will lower itself onto the crook of your neck, and he’ll curl up to you under the soapy water. He’s boney and lanky but please—wrap your arms around him and hold him tight.
a/n: did a pt. 2 because the last one got lots of love and I though they were really cute so I wanted to do some others <3
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Alhaitham
It’s the way Alhaitham props his chin on you - your head, shoulder, just whatever is easiest at that moment - as you read. His eyes, a beautiful mix of green and orange, will skim the page you're on. It's no quantum physics or retelling of historic events, but if you like it then he'll give it a chance. Just, don't be too upset when he asks you to read faster, he wants to know what happens next is all.
"Are you almost done? I've finished the page. What? What's that look for?"
Cyno
It’s the way Cyno is so serious as he dresses your wounds, a stark contrast to the genlteness of his touch. It doesn’t matter if it’s a paper cut, a rash, burn or a gash from battle, it’ll receive the same level of attention and care from the general. If he had it his way he’d get Tighnari to fix you right up, because at least Cyno knows you’re in good hands, but that can’t always happen, so he’s your next best. In a way that’s alright, at least this way he can personally see to it that you’re looked after.
“This will sting a little, sorry, but it has to be cleaned. I’ll try to lessen the pain as much as I can and finish quickly. If you’d like, I can tell you some jokes to take your mind off of it?”
Dainsleif
It’s the way Dainsleif never forgets the little details about yourself. You could mention it once and he’s already committed it to memory, he's committed you to his memory. For 500 years he's walked alone, maybe not always physically, but it still felt like there hasn't been anyone with him. You are the first connection he's had in so long, and even if he's doomed to live long past you, the image of everything that creates you, he’ll will himself to remember for as long as he can, because just the thought of you makes him feel like he's alive once more.
“You told me once that the stars brought you peace. I thought it’d be nice to look out at them tonight, for they too do the same for me. However, if I was to be truthful, you, without a shadow of a doubt, bring me the most peace.”
Heizou
It’s the way Heizou leaves a riddle on the kitchen counter for you every so often before he leaves for work or errands. There’ll be clues scattered around the house for you to find as well, each one becoming more cryptic than the last. Of course, he knows you well enough to not make them so tough you can’t figure it out. He wants you to receive your prize after all~
“Did you figure out today’s riddle?” … “Heh, that’s correct, I knew you’d get it! Now, come and claim your reward. I think you’ll really enjoy it this time~”
Itto
It’s the way Itto runs up to you the instant he sees you in the streets of Inazuma, arms ready to grab hold and lift you as high as he can or as high as you allow. He'll even do a little spin with you he's that happy to see you. It doesn't matter if you’re alone or with someone, he is a loud and proud oni who shows off the person that owns his heart!!
"There you are my partner-in-crime, my beetle battle buddy, my number one! Say, if you're not busy how about you tag along with me? I just found this awesome raman place that's pretty cool if I do say so myself. How about we check it out?"
Kaveh
It’s the way Kaveh readily helps you with your outfit and any bells and whistles that go with it. As a renowned architect there are times where he’s invited to formal events, and you are his first go to for a plus one. And where there’s formal events there’s formal attire, and the hassle of making sure everything is perfect. Be it a tie or some piece of jewelry, Kaveh and his keen eye for detail are there to help attain that perfection.
“Ah, here, let me help. Sometimes, it takes another pair of eyes to catch if something’s off. Of course, you look stunning regardless my love. There, shall we head off?”
Wanderer
It’s the way Wanderer stumbles to match your pace. For as long as he's lived he's moved at his own pace, never once slowing or playing catch-up for others. For you though, he'll stop to admire the things he's overlooked due to his immortality, he'll race to make sure you don't run too far from him that he can't raech you. No longer does he run away from those he loves, now he runs alongside them.
"What? You stopped for a flower? It's pretty? Please, I can think of many more things that are prettier than some flower, but I suppose we have some time. Who am I to stop you from doing what your little heart desires."
Xiao
It’s the way Xiao carries with him the little gifts you give. May it be a flower, a picture, a letter or another object of some kind, the yaksha will have it tucked into the safest pocket he has. To you it may have just been something you picked up or made while thinking of him, but for Xiao, it’s his good fortune charm. Something that has a tangible weight to it, his constant reminder that someone is waiting for him back home. However, he can never bring himself to tell you this, covering up the why he brings it everywhere with some barely strung together excuses or redirections.
“Of course I’d take it with me, why would I not? Huh? You think I’d have no real use for it? Tsk, you still don’t know the ways of the adepti, do you?”
hi, can i request the good ol' "treating their wounds" trope with childe? (help im a sucker for it) it'd be nice if you could write a drabble, but a headcanon is also fine ! you seem like a sweet person ngl and i adore your writings <33
It's embarrassing how long this request has been sitting in my inbox, and I'm so sorry that it took me so long to finally write this because it's literally one of my favorite tropes ever. If you're still around, anon, I really hope you enjoy this! <3
Notes: mentions of blood and injuries, reader is a healer and has a cryo vision
Safe in my hands – Childe x gn!reader
It’s already dark outside when a knock on your door interrupts your quiet and peaceful evening. For a moment, you consider to ignore whoever’s outside of your hours right now but when they knock again, more impatiently this time, you sigh and put your book down. Another knock, and you make your way to the hallway, ready to bite the head of your unexpected visitor off as you fling the door open. But the words die on your tongue when you recognize Childe – or rather, the state he’s in. He’s barely able to keep himself upright, clutching his ribs, and his clothes are drenched in blood. Still, he somehow manages to crack a smile. “I know it’s late,” he says and lets out a shaky breath, “but I think I need your help.”
You’re too stunned to speak, so you just drag him inside and shut the door. It’s not the first time he shows up at your doorstep, bleeding and beaten, but it’s most definitely the first time that his injuries are this bad. Archons, you really hope your abilities are good enough to help him.
“I hope this is not your blood,” you say in a miserable attempt to ease the tension that fills your small living room. Childe shakes his head and laughs, a laugh that quickly turns into a cough, and your heart sinks. “You really need to stop being so reckless.”
“Are you worried about me, comrade?”
“No, I’m more worried about the fact that you keep ruining my furniture.” It feels awful to crack jokes in a situation like this but you need to distract yourself from freaking out. Childe is your friend, and it hurts to see him like this. It hurts to know that he’s reckless enough to risk his life just for the thrill of battle. If he continues like this, he’ll get himself killed sooner or later, you’re sure. One day, you might not be able to save him.
But today, you can, so you push these thoughts to the back of your mind and help him take off his jacket. It’s ruined, as well as his maroon colored shirt, but you honestly couldn’t care less about his clothes, especially now that you can clearly see the severity of his injuries to the full extent. His upper body is covered in several cuts and bruises, and his ribcage is bruised as well.
“Not looking too good, hm?” Childe asks, though he probably already knows the answer. With a sigh, you say, “Nothing I can’t deal with. I’ll get a cloth and some water. Some of these cuts look really nasty. Wait here.”
It doesn’t take long to fetch everything you need in your kitchen. When you return to the living room, Childe forces himself to smile once again. “Thank you for helping me.”
“Don’t mention it,” you say as you start to clean a particularly deep cut on his chest. “Now, do you want to tell me what happened out there?”
“Fatui business,” is all he replies, and you nod. He never tells you anything about his work. At first, it has irritated you because you were convinced that he didn’t trust you but now, you know that he keeps his silence to protect you. After all, it’s dangerous to get involved with the Harbingers.
“Okay,” you say and put the cloth aside, “I’m going to heal this cut first, and then I’ll take care of your ribs. Alright?”
He nods. “You’re the healer, comrade. I trust you.”
You take a deep breath and let your hand hover over the cut, focusing on your ability to speed up the cell growth. The injury is bad but you’ve seen worse during the time you have worked as the Milleliths’ healer, and soon enough, the wound stops bleeding, giving you the opportunity to examine it further. It’s already looking a lot better but healing it completely will take a while. “This might hurt,” you warn him, “but afterwards, you’ll feel a lot better.”
He doesn’t flinch, not even once, but the way he presses his lips together is enough to tell you that he’s in pain. “Comrade, are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Shut up. I need to focus.”
A few minutes go by, silence settling in until you pull your hand away and let out a sigh of relief. “There,” you say, “as good as new. What about your ribs?”
“I don’t think they’re broken,” Childe replies and sits up, only to let himself fall back against the backrest of your couch, “but they sure hurt.”
“I can help with that.” You suck your lower lip between your teeth, trying very hard not to lose your focus, as you summon Cryo to your fingertips and gently press them against his bruised skin. He hisses in pain but soon enough, you feel his tense muscles relax beneath your touch, and he closes his eyes, a relieved sigh escaping his slightly parted lips.
“Better?” you ask, softly.
“Yeah. Thank you.”
A smile flashes over your face. A smile that quickly fades when you realize that his body is covered in scars, a clear sign that he has been in this spot way too often already. It’s not a deliberate action, nothing you have planned to do, but you raise your hand and carefully trace the faded scar that spreads across his chest. Childe stays perfectly still but you can feel his racing heartbeat underneath your fingers.
“What happened there?” you ask, your voice barely louder than a whisper. Childe turns his head away to avoid your gaze. “The Abyss isn’t exactly a friendly place – especially not when you’re a foolish and overconfident kid.”
Your heart is resting flat on his chest now, right above his heart, your touch still so gently that he feels like he’s going to melt right on the spot. He can’t remember the last time someone has cared about him in the way you do. He knows he should probably pull away but something in him craves this, craves the feeling of security and peace only you can give him. And so, he doesn’t pull away.
Moving your other hand to the back of his neck, you guide him forward until your forehead is pressed against his and the tips of your noses brush together every time one of you moves. This close to him, it’s almost impossible to ignore the rose-colored blush that’s dusting his freckled cheeks, and judging from the way his ocean blue eyes widen just the tiniest bit, he’s well aware of that, too.
“I’m sorry this happened to you,” you say quietly. “I can’t imagine how hard it must have been to deal with all of that.”
Childe lets out a shaky breath. It’s rare that he’s at a loss for words but in that moment, it’s like has lost the ability to form a proper sentence. He doesn’t know if it’s because you’re still so close to him or because he’s so taken aback by the fact that you genuinely care about him, despite everything he has done in the past. Most people don’t like being around him, even his parents and older siblings have distanced themselves from him after he joined the Fatui, and sometimes he just feels terribly lonely.
“I’m fine now,” he whispers – and he means it. Here with you, he feels at ease, like nothing else matters, and this time, his smile is genuine. “All thanks to you.”
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dan heng, who, in the middle of a conversation, will say something flirtatious only to realize it two seconds later then cough into his fist to hide a blush while turning away. he didn't mean for it to come out that way, but he finds he likes the way you freeze up at his words and try to regain your composure
dan heng, who carefully chooses his words as if they were delicate strands. he weaves them together in eloquent sentences that spill from his lips like honeyed poetry
dan heng, who uses his index finger to gently tilt your face towards his so you make eye contact with him. he adores the way your cheeks warm as he leans closer, voice dropping in octave as your name rolls off his lips
dan heng, who puts his hand on your lower back when you walk together, fingers dancing at the hem of your clothes. he's typically not one for pda, but with you, he likes the feeling of watching you flush at his actions
dan heng, who is the type to duck his head down when you're in a crowd of people, leaning closer to speak in your ear. you can feel his breath tickle your neck and he smiles shyly at your reaction. he knows what he's doing
dan heng, who curls his hand around your waist when you're standing next to each other. you can feel each finger lay its claim as he tugs you closer, as if his hands were meant to linger there
dan heng, who isn't the most open about his past, but in quiet moments when it is just you and him and the stars, he feels peaceful enough to reminisce his time before the express, telling you stories as nostalgia clouds his eyes
dan heng, who finds secrets spots on the astra express to stargaze with you, pinkies intertwined as you lie in silence. sometimes you ramble about your day and he listens thoughtfully, his ever expressive eyes giving away all you need to know
dan heng, who kisses in pairs. the first is soft, a gentle brush against your lips as you chase after his. the second is more firm, hands coming to pull you closer as you pours his emotions out
dan heng, who is soft for you and you only, gentle voice and touches that are oh so comforting and warm. he could travel the universe and live amongst the stars but it would never compare to the time spent with you
Personally proud of myself for thinking of this combo, but to fulfill the lack of Kaveh (which is criminal T-T) how about him with prompts 6 and 9 + Hanahaki (hurt/comfort)?
Pssst, remember to take care of yourself JJ :) <3
Hello Val! <3 You're rightfully proud about this combo, it's amazing, and I swear I screeched when I saw your request. This has gotten way longer than I initially expected (almost 3k words, help), so I really hope you like it. Take care too! <3 Pls don't let this flop.
Prompts: hurt/comfort + hanahaki disease + 6. “Stop lying to me.” + 9. “Leave me alone.”
Warnings: mentions of dying, blood and pain in general; some swearing
As I’m fading away – Kaveh x gn!reader
Kaveh stares up at the ceiling as he wonders if this is how he will die. With every day that passes, it’s getting harder to breathe, and every time he coughs up another tiny flower, its petals covered in blood, he knows that he’s getting closer to the end. He has stopped working on his projects because he just can’t focus on anything else but the nasty sensation in his chest that reminds him every day that he has made a terrible mistake.
With a quiet sigh, he rolls over and stares at the window. It has been weeks since he last left the house, since he last felt the warmth of the sun on his face. He doesn’t want anyone to see him like this, weak and sick and coughing up flowers. The people of Sumeru aren’t dumb. It would only take them a few moments to figure out what’s wrong with him, and Kaveh wants to spare himself the embarrassment. Hanahaki disease, they call it. The price people have to pay for falling in love with someone who doesn’t love them back. No one knows where it came from – the Akademiya doesn’t really waste time researching things like this. To most of them, love is an inconvenience, something that stops people from focusing on the things that really matter. Kaveh wouldn’t be surprised if that is why they came up with the surgery in the first place.
Because you see, Hanahaki disease doesn’t have to be terminal. There are, in fact, two cures: Either, the person you fell in love with returns your feelings, or you undergo a surgical procedure to remove the flower from your lungs. Easy, right? But in the process of eliminating the flower, they will also eliminate the love you felt. And some people firmly believe that after that, you can never experience these emotions ever again.
And Kaveh, being the hopeless romantic he is, is convinced that it’s better to love someone who doesn’t love him back instead of never loving at all. Even if it means that this love is going to be the end of him. (He knows it’s stupid. But forgetting that he has ever loved you seems even worse than death to him.)
* * * *
It feels like an eternity since you last saw your boss. Kaveh, you remind yourself because you know he hates it when you call him boss. “My name’s Kaveh,” he has told you at least a dozen times when you first started working together almost a year ago, “we’re working on this project together, there’s no need to act like I’m your superior.” (You never had the courage to tell him that you called him boss to remind you to keep a somewhat professional distance. After all, Kaveh is one of the most attractive people you have ever met – and, on top of that, he’s funny and kind and caring, too, and you’re definitely not in love with him.)
You shake your head, trying to think about something else because now is not the right time to think about Kaveh’s smile or the way his eyes light up when he’s excited about something. There’s a deadline you have to meet, and you can’t finish this project without your boss.
So, you start looking for him. You check the café down the street, the bookstore, the shop where he sometimes buys his supplies, and even the library at the Akademiya. But no matter where you go, no matter how many people you ask, no one has seen Kaveh. And you slowly start to get angry. What the heck did you do to deserve being ditched like this?
Before you even know what you’re doing, you’re standing in front of Alhaitham’s house. This is the last resort, and you’re sure he’ll not be happy to see that you know where he lives, but what else are you supposed to do? You reallyneed to talk to him. It’s simply unacceptable that he decided to let you deal with this project and the responsibilities that come with it completely on your own.
You raise your hand to knock on the door. When no one answers, you knock again, louder this time. On the other side, you hear something that sounds like a cough but still, the door doesn’t open, so you say, “You know I can hear you, right? Kaveh?”
No answer, just another quiet cough.
“Kaveh, I swear to Lesser Lord Kusanali, if you don’t open the door right now-“
You interrupt yourself when the door cracks open, and you come face to face with Kaveh. He looks awful. There are deep, dark circles beneath his eyes, a sharp contrast to the pale and sallow color of his skin, and his hair and clothes are a mess. But what really gets to you is the expression in his usually so kind and compassionate eyes – he’s looking at you as if you were his personal nemesis.
“What do you want?”
“Hello to you too, Kaveh,” you say. The shock about his appearance is not enough to let you forget your anger, especially not after these harsh words. “It’s good to see that you still know who I am after you left me alone with that project.”
Kaveh looks like he wants to reply something but instead, he presses his hand to his mouth when he falls into a fit of coughing. It’s so bad his entire body is shaking, and when the coughing finally stops after what seems like an eternity, his breathing is ragged and irregular.
You reach out for him, your anger fading away into the distance when you realize that he hasn’t ditched you or your project. He is seriously ill, you can see that now. “Kaveh…”
“No,” he cuts you off, his hand still covering his mouth, and he quickly takes a step back to avoid your touch. “Leave me alone.”
Before you can say something, he has already slammed the door in your face.
* * * *
Kaveh’s heart sinks when he sees the delicate red flower on his palm. It’s the first time he has coughed up an entire flower, and he has read enough books about this disease to know that things will only continue to go downhill from now on. His chest aches, not only from the coughing but also from the devastating knowledge that he won’t survive this.
“Kaveh! Open the damn door or I promise I will kick it down!”
Your voice brings him back to reality, and he takes a deep breath to calm himself down. A part of him wishes he could just open the door and spend the little time he has left with you but then he’d have to explain the whole situation to you, and he doesn’t want that. He doesn’t want to tell you that he has been stupid enough to not only fall in love but also to catch a disease like Hanahaki.
“I told you to leave me alone,” he rasps, although he already knows that you will do the exact opposite. “Please, (Y/N), just leave. I’m fine.”
“Stop lying to me! You’re not fine,” you insist, “please, let me take care of you. I’ll make you some soup and a cup of tea, and you’ll feel better in no time.”
Kaveh can’t help but smile at your words. Even when you’re mad (and rightfully so), you still care about him, and it’s enough to make his foolish heart skipping a beat. What if… No. This is stupid and nothing but wishful thinking. You just offered to take care of him, that’s not exactly a love confession. But there’s still a tiny spark of hope, and he decides to cling to it as long as he can.
Slowly, he opens the door. “Okay,” he says, quietly. “Come in.”
He doesn’t wait for your response before he makes his way towards the kitchen to wash the blood off his hand but the sound of footsteps is proof that you’re following him.
“You could have told me that you’re sick,” you say when the silence between the two of you gets uncomfortable. “Instead of disappearing, I mean.”
Kaveh doesn’t know what to reply, so he decides to remain silent. In the end, everything he’d say would probably be a lie, and you don’t deserve dishonesty. It’s not like you’re wrong with your assumption anyways – he is sick. You just don’t have any idea how serious it is.
He takes a deep breath (or at least, he tries because the subtle scent of your perfume seems to fill the entire room, and it makes him want to pull you close and kiss you). “Sorry,” he finally says, though he knows that his words sound shallow and not at all genuine, “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Sorry my ass,” comes the angry remark, just as he has expected, and so, he tries again, “I’m serious, (Y/N). I didn’t plan on leaving you alone with a project like this but… well. Obviously, some illness got in the way.” There’s no point in denying his poor state of health, after all. Not when it’s crystal clear that something is wrong with him. And this time, your gaze softens. You take a step towards him, carefully placing your hand on his arm. “Kaveh...” Your voice is so soft that it would have made him melt on the spot, hadn’t he been so distracted by the fact that he can feel the warmth of your hand through the fabric of his shirt. He’s so stupid – and so, so in love with you.
In that moment, a sharp pain shoots through his entire body. His lungs feel like they’re on fire, and before he even knows what’s going on, he’s on the floor, desperately gasping for air. Every time he tries to breathe, the pain gets worse, and there’s definitely something blocking his airways.
“Kaveh!” The soft, gentle tone is replaced with utter panic as you drop to your knees right beside him. “Kaveh, please, what can I do? Do you need medicine? A glass of water?” You’re rambling, you know it, but you just can’t think straight when Kaveh is so obviously in pain. “Please, I-“
“I can’t breathe,” he rasps out. There’s a lump in his throat, and then, he’s coughing up blood and countless ragged flower petals again, and he’s sure it’s over for him.
* * * *
He feels like he’s floating. The pain has disappeared, and all that’s left is an oddly peaceful feeling that slowly lulls him to sleep. There’s a gentle touch too, like a feather brushing against his cheek but warmer, much warmer. The darkness surrounding him is comforting, and for a brief moment, Kaveh allows himself to give in to that feeling. It’s like nothing matters anymore.
But then something reaches his ear. Someone is saying his name, in such a hushed and soft tone that he would have smiled if he had the energy to. “Kaveh,” the voice whispers again, and he feels someone brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. “Please, I beg you, wake up.”
So, he’s not dead. Not yet.
And you’re still here with him.
It’s incredibly hard to fight back the darkness around him and to open his eyes but for you, Kaveh tries. His whole body aches, like he’s been trampled down by a herd of sumpter beasts, and he has a terrible headache. But – and he can hardly believe it – other than that, he feels fine. The ever-present tickle in his throat that has been his only companion for the past weeks is gone.
Kaveh takes a deep breath, then another one and another one – and he doesn’t need to cough once. It’s like he has never suffered from Hanahaki. Which doesn’t make any sense because as far as he knows, there isn’t another cure. It’s either the surgery or the other person loving you back – or death. He’s clearly not dead, and he also didn’t have the surgery, so that can only mean that…
Oh.
Oh.
You love him.
Although every bone and every muscle in his body screams at him to lie down again, Kaveh grits his teeth and tries to sit up. Almost immediately, there’s a hand on his back and another one on his arm. “Careful,” he hears you say, “no need to rush.”
Kaveh looks back at you with wide eyes, only now realizing how close you are. If he had still been sick, the proximity would have killed him but now, all he feels is his heart skipping a beat in anticipation. “(Y/N)…”
He hasn’t expected you to slap him across the chest. “You damn idiot! Do you have any idea how worried I was about you? I thought you were dying!”
“(Y/N), please,” Kaveh says quietly because he knows he doesn’t deserve you or your concern. He feels so bad for making you cry like this – trying to calm you down and convince you that you don’t need to worry about him is the least he can do now, “I’m fine. Calm do-“
The words get stuck in his throat when you throw yourself at him, pulling him into your arms without a warning. “You’re so fucking stupid,” you sob, voice muffled because you have buried your face in the crook of his neck, as you cling to him like he’s going to disappear if you don’t hug him tight enough, “why did you have to scare me like that?”
Kaveh doesn’t know what to do or what to say. For weeks, months even, he has longed for this, has wished to hold you at least once, and now that he has been granted that wish, he can’t move. He wants to wipe your tears away, pepper your face with kisses and just tell you how much he adores you and yet, for some stupid reason he can’t.
“You love me,” he eventually says, and you pull away, staring at him in disbelief. “That’s what’s on your mind right now? You almost died, right here in front of me, and all you think about is that I love you?”
Kaveh laughs, a shaky, insecure laughter than quickly can turn into tears if he’s not careful. “No, you don’t understand. You love me – that’s why I’m still alive.”
“Are you seriously suggesting that love saved you? Kaveh, that’s so fucking cheesy, even for you.”
“But that is exactly what happened,” he says and finally gathers the courage to reach out for your hand, interlacing your fingers, “I’m sure you’ve heard of Hanahaki disease before, haven’t you?” When you nod, he continues, “So you also know that it slowly kills those who fall in love with someone who doesn’t love them back. (Y/N), I have no idea why these things work the way they do – all I know is that it’s not a joke when I say that you saved my life.”
You stare down at your intertwined hands. “I’m sorry I made you think I don’t care about you in that way. I… I was trying to keep a professional distance because I didn’t want to make things awkward between us.”
“You have nothing to apologize for. None of this is your fault,” Kaveh says, softly. “If anyone’s to blame, it’s me. I shut you out. If I had the guts to tell you the truth, none of this would have happened.”
With a sigh, you raise your free hand to cup his cheek. It’s oddly comforting to touch him, perhaps because it reassures you that he’s alive and well, that he’s not going to die from a disease no one really understands. “We can play this game forever, so how about this: We were both pretty stupid.”
“Okay,” Kaveh agrees, quietly. His pupils are blown wide as he looks back at you, and for the first time in what feels like an eternity, a genuine smile flashes over his face. He leans in, gently pressing his forehead against yours. “I love you.”
It’s not at all what he had in mind when he has mused about the perfect scenario to confess his feelings – here, on the kitchen floor, his chest still aching from the Hanahaki – but you’re here with him, and now you close the gap between the two of you to press a soft kiss to his lips, and that alone is enough to make this moment perfect.
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Synopsis: Kaeya and you have been dating for a while now and you both honestly couldn't be happier with each other - until Jean sends you on a mission that reveals Kaeya's deepest secret. And you learn that a dark past and your unwavering sense of duty could be enough to destroy a relationship that has always been too good to be true.
Chapter summary: Kaeya and you finally get closer to solving the riddle behind the merchants’ disappearance. Neither of you is aware that the upcoming events might change your lives and your future forever. (Title taken from: Metalite - In the middle of the night)
Word count: ~ 3.8k
The masterlist for the series can be found in the navigation post on my blog.
Ch.4: One lost soul in forgotten lands
When Kaeya and you arrived at Springvale, you were surprised to see Eula there, followed suit by two other members of the company. You had no idea she would be here too, given the fact that Jean had specifically assigned this investigation to you and the Cavalry Captain but then again, it probably wouldn’t hurt to confer with Eula. After all, nobody knew who was behind all of this, and there was still a possibility that things were a lot more serious than you expected them to be.
“Excuse me, could you please step aside,” you said as you carefully shoved past the curious bystanders, briefly wondering why the Knights hadn’t ordered them to return back to their houses yet. Judging by the expression on Kaeya’s face, he was wondering the same thing. But you trusted Eula – she surely had a reason to keep the people around, maybe because she wasn’t done with questioning them about the incident. It was very well possible that one of the villagers had seen something or someone, and since you were pretty much still in the dark about what happened to the missing merchants, eye-witnesses could be worth a mint.
Just the thought alone was enough to make you feel strangely excited. Perhaps today, you would get one step closer to solving this mystery. (And a part of you still hoped that you would find the merchants alive and well, although you were aware how naïve it was to believe that those who kidnapped them actually spared their lives.)
“Come on,” you said and darted a glance at Kaeya, “we should talk to Eula and ask her if she found anything that could be of use for our investigation.”
A brief smile flashed over Kaeya’s face. Your enthusiasm was almost infectious. “After you, love.”
Almost immediately, you felt heat rising to your cheeks. On the one hand, you always basked in the soft tone of his voice whenever he called you something like this, but on the other hand, you were on duty and it probably would be deemed highly inappropriate to let your private life bleed into your everyday work. But you didn’t have it in you to scold Kaeya for the loving nickname – not when he looked at you like you were the most previous thing on this earth. Still, you weakly protested, “We’re at work, Kaeya.”
“So what? Am I supposed to switch off my feelings for you when we’re on duty?”
“Of course not.”
“Good. Because I couldn’t, even if I tried.”
“Oh, shut up, will you,” you said, not quite able to hold back the smile that played around the corners of your mouth. Sometimes, he really was too sweet to handle.
In the meantime, Eula had spotted you, effectively putting an end to your playful bickering. “Ah, you’re here,” she said, “Jean informed me earlier that you two are responsible for this investigation and would come here to help.”
“Captain Eula,” you greeted her respectfully. Despite working together for such a long time and being second in command after her, the Spindrift Knight was still your superior and with all these people around, you didn’t want to seem unprofessional. “My apologies for keeping you waiting.”
The young woman shook her head, casting your apology aside with a wave of her hand. “Nonsense. We are currently interrogating the eyewitnesses and so far, their statements are corresponding to each other. However… I doubt any of this will be helpful.”
Kaeya frowned. “Why’s that?”
“Because it appears that this person here left voluntarily,” Eula explained. “Contrary to our current presumptions, they apparently weren’t kidnapped.”
“But that makes no sense. Why would they just leave?”
The Spindrift Knight shrugged. “I don’t know. But you’re welcome to talk to the eyewitnesses yourselves.”
“Then we will do that,” you decided, and Eula nodded. “There are other issues I have to take care of, so you’re on your own for this investigation. But please report back to Jean and me as soon as you make any progress.”
“Of course.”
“Good. Then I will leave this matter to you.”
* * * *
Interrogating the eyewitnesses eventuated in two major insights: One, the person that had disappeared this time had indeed left Springvale voluntarily and not because they were kidnapped. And two, all three eyewitnesses were absolutely sure that the merchant had been in some kind of trance when he had wandered off into the wilderness.
“It was such a strange sight, really,” an elderly woman had told you, “one moment, he’s busy with rearranging the goods on his cart, and the next, he’s turning around and leaving. I’m sure something – or someone – put a spell on him. No sane man would leave his goods behind like that.”
It was her statement that you kept repeating in your head over and over again while Kaeya and you followed the elemental traces the merchant had left behind. Everyone, including you, had wrongly assumed that all of these people had been kidnapped because someone wanted to get rich on the expense of others. But as it seemed, there was far more to these incidents than you had first expected. Unfortunately, that meant you had to start all over again.
“Let’s go over this again,” you said. “Someone is apparently putting the merchants in a trance to lure them to who-knows-where. But I just don’t understand why someone would do this. Who even has the power to do that?”
The Abyss Order, Kaeya thought to himself but he didn’t say it. Even with this new information, there was no reason to believe that they were behind this mess, although he couldn’t deny that the situation started to make him feel deeply anxious. Like disaster was lurking around the corner, waiting for the right moment to strike.
“Kaeya? Are you listening to me?” Your voice brought him back to reality, and he quickly put on a smile that felt horribly fake. “I’m sure we will get an answer to all of these questions once we figure out where the elemental traces lead to.”
“To Falcon Coast, it seems.”
“Well, that would make sense. Whoever is behind the disappearance of the merchants has lots of possibilities to hide themselves there. I’m sure there are tons of caves the Guild hasn’t discovered yet.”
“That still doesn’t explain their reason to kidnap merchants.”
“Except that they haven’t been kidnapped,” Kaeya reminded you. But he had to admit that this circumstance only raised more questions – and it frustrated him that neither of you could answer even one of them. He sighed. “I hope we can solve this mystery soon.”
“Yup.”
Silence settled in as you continued to follow the elemental traces. Hydro and Electro, if you weren’t mistaken. It probably didn’t matter but you had always been very precise when it came to your work – after all, even a seemingly minor detail like this could turn out to be important in the end.
If you had only paid a bit more attention to your surroundings, maybe you would have noticed that curious eyes were already watching your every move.
* * * *
The elemental traces did indeed lead you to Falcon Coast – however, instead of a simple cave, like you had initially expected, you found a barrier, a barely visible veil of elemental energy, that blocked the path leading deeper into the cavern. For someone without a vision, it probably would have been an invisible obstacle but for Kaeya, it was nothing but a nuisance. He pressed his palm against the barrier, focusing on the elemental resonance that kept it stable and summoning Cryo energy into his hand to disrupt the molecules of the other elements. When the barrier disappeared, it revealed a small entrance.
Kaeya and you exchanged a glance. “We don’t know what we’ll find in there, so we have to be careful” he said, the tone of his voice unusually serious, “if things get too dangerous or suspicious we leave immediately and report back to Jean.”
You hummed in response. While you were determined to figure out what all of this was about, you had no interest in risking your own life to solve the case, so it made sense to wait for further orders from the Acting Grand Master in the event that something went wrong.
“Ready?” Kaeya asked, and you reached out to squeeze his hand. “Ready when you are.”
Neither of you spoke as you followed the narrow path. It seemed to lead downhill, deeper into the mountain, and it was so dark that you could barely see where you were going. All you could do was to trust your other senses while you stumbled through the darkness. Then, after what could have been an eternity, the ground beneath your shoes changed. Slippery cobbles turned into something more solid, and when you reached out to touch the cave wall you realized that it was no longer the natural rock formation of a mountain you were touching. No, this felt more like… a building.
And not too far in front of you, you could see a glimmer of light, like a flame flickering in a breeze. You stopped in your tracks. “What kind of place is this?” you whispered, your voice barely louder than a whisper but still echoing back from the walls in a way that sent a cold shiver down your spine. You couldn’t say exactly why but something about this place made you nervous and uneasy, and you wished you could just turn around and leave without investigating further. But of course, that wasn’t possible. So far, you had no reason to believe that it was too dangerous to go on. And if there even was the slightest chance to finally figure out what happened to all of these merchants, you couldn’t just give up now.
“I don’t know,” Kaeya replied in a low voice, “but we should be very careful if we decide to go further. There could be traps and defensive mechanisms everywhere, and I don’t want you to get hurt.
There was no point in denying that he was right about that. Ancient ruins like this were never safe to investigate – anything could lurk in the darkness and the labyrinthine corridors. Monsters often used this kind of place as a camp too, you knew that from experience.
You let out a shaky breath, summoning your polearm. The weight of your trusty weapon felt oddly comforting, as well as the elemental energy that radiated from your vision. Calm down, you told yourself, there’s no need to be afraid. You know how to defend yourself. Everything will be fine.
But still, you couldn’t shake off the bad feeling that had crept up on you as soon as you had entered these ruins.
“Hey,” Kaeya said, softly, almost as if he could sense your growing anxiety, “this place makes me uncomfortable too but you don’t have to be afraid. I’m here, and I won’t let anything happen to you. Okay?”
You nodded, taking a deep breath and tightening the grip around your polearm. “Let’s go.”
Aside from your footsteps, no sound could be heard as you proceeded further into the ruins. The light source turned out to be some kind of artificial fire, placed in small lanterns that adorned the hallway, illuminating the place just enough to help you orientate. The walls were covered in moss and ivy, the leaves dry and crumply, and occasionally, you noticed strange patterns decorating the stone walls. Silver and golden swirls and stars that were skillfully combined into intricate patterns you had never seen before. Back in the days, when the building had actually been in use it surely had looked beautiful but now, the fading colors only reinforced the eerie atmosphere of this place.
After a while, the hallway got wider again, revealing an impressive hall that was decorated with statues of people you didn’t recognize, slowly crumbling away in this forgotten place. Pillars, equally on the verge of decay and covered in vines, supported the high ceiling, and there was even some kind of altar on a high platform.
For a few moments, all you could do was stand still and stare. You had never known that a place like this existed in the mountains of Mondstadt.
Next to you, Kaeya seemed to be equally fascinating. But it wasn’t the architecture that caught his attention. No, it was the portal in the back of the hall that captivated him. Even with the lack of light, its surface glistened and glimmered in a way that could only be describe as magical. It almost looked like dozens of stars were dancing on the waves of the ocean.
“Is this…” You didn’t finish your sentence. Apparently, you had spotted it, too.
Kaeya took a deep breath. “A portal, yes.”
“This is the point where we should head back to Mondstadt, right?”
“Portals aren’t necessarily dangerous, and as far as I know, there’s a possibility that it won’t even work anymore,” Kaeya replied, “I once read that they lose their powers over time. And since this place is so old, I assume the portal has been here for an equally long time. It should be safe to investigate.”
Oh, how incredibly stupid he had been. He should have known that it was a bad idea to go near the portal. But he only realized his mistake when it lit up, darker shades of purple and green flashing over the surface, and the next thing Kaeya knew was that he was pulled into a seemingly endless void of blue.
* * * *
When he woke up, the first thing he noticed was the sky above him. A sky without any stars or a moon, a sky that was too dark to be real, so this had to be some kind of domain. The portal, he remembered, it must have brought me here.
The next second, he jumped to his feet, his heart beating uncomfortably fast in his chest, only to almost skip a beat when he saw you lying on the floor only a few meters away from him, slowly regaining your consciousness. “Ouch,” you mumbled. “I think I hit my head.”
Oh, thank the Archons, Kaeya thought, relieved. You were alright.
But the relief didn’t last long. Now that he wasn’t on the floor anymore, Kaeya easily recognized where exactly the portal had brought the two of you. Though he had never been here before, this whole domain was eerily familiar, and it didn’t take him long to realize that this was the place he had seen countless times in his nightmares. And there, right in the middle of the room, was the blood-filled basin.
An ice-cold shiver ran down his spine. “We should leave,” he said, “now.”
You sat up, confusion written all over your face. “Why?”
“It’s not safe here. We should have never gone near that damn portal.” Kaeya helped you stand up, quickly examining your body for any visible injuries. You frowned. “Kaeya, what’s wrong? There’s no one here.”
“Wrong.”
At the sound of the high-pitched, all too familiar voice, the two of you froze. You had never expected to find one of them here, not when everyone had assumed that the Abyss Order wasn’t involved at all. But with an Abyss Mage staring right back at you, floating above a pile of bags and clothes, it was obvious that you had been wrong about that all along.
It was only then that you realized that the creature wasn’t floating above bags and clothes. Because you were pretty sure that bags didn’t have hands or arms… or faces. A wave of pure fear washed over you, even more so when your gaze fell on the basin, although your brain refused to accept the fact that it was filled with something that looked like blood.
“By the Archons,” you whispered, your voice shaking. Up until now, you had been convinced that the merchants were alive, and it was unbelievably hard to realize that they had been killed in some sort of ritual. That it was way too late to save them.
The Mage followed your gaze and with a giggle that made the whole scene even more horrifying, it explained, “A blood sacrifice.”
“For what?”
“Foolish child. Some kinds of magic require a sacrifice to work.” It wasn’t the Mage’s voice that had answered your question. No, this voice was deeper, raspier, and it sent an unpleasant shiver down your spine. When you turned around to see who had spoken, a tall creature emerged from the shadows.
An Abyss Herald, you realized.
Thousand questions flashed through your mind, and yet, you couldn’t open your mouth to ask a single one of them. Your thoughts were racing as you tried to comprehend the situation. The Abyss Order had killed the merchants – but why? What kind of magic was the Herald talking about? What was going on here?
“You killed innocent people,” was everything you eventually managed to say. “Why?”
“Ah, I could tell you,” the Herald said and made a noise that vaguely resembled a human sigh, “but you would not be able to conceive it. All of this is well beyond your limited understanding. Everything the Abyss Order does is for the greater good.”
“The greater good?” Behind you, Kaeya huffed. “Please, enlighten me – how can cold-blooded murder be for the greater good?”
The Abyss Herald yanked his head around at the sound of his voice. And then, much to Kaeya’s horror, he fell to his knees and bowed low. “Mylord,” he said, the tone of his raspy voice sounding almost submissive now, “it is an honor to finally meet you.”
No.
No, no, no.
Kaeya stumbled backwards, his eye widened in shock as he stared at the creature in front of him that had recognized him so easily and was about to spill one of his biggest secrets. “I’m sure you’re mistaking me for someone else. I have no idea what you are talking about,” Kaeya said but his voice was shaking way too much to sound convincing. But he at least needed to try, right? He couldn’t possibly allow anyone to destroy the life he had built for himself over the years, could he?
“I would not dare, Mylord,” the Abyss Lector replied, head still bowed low. “We were always told that one day our prince would return to lead his kingdom back to glory. The prophecies spoke of a young man with star-shaped pupils who hides among ordinary mortals until the day comes to step forward and claim what is rightfully his. It is believed that only he can activate the portal and find this place – and that you are here now can only mean one thing. You are the one we all have been waiting for.”
Yes, Kaeya was painfully aware of that. For years, he had feared this moment, had hoped and prayed that it would never come – and for what? Only to end up running blindly to his doom? And of course, all of this had to happen while you were with him.
Fate truly was such a cruel thing.
“I… I’m not who you believe I am,” he finally managed to get out. “I’m not your prince.”
Yes, you are, a quiet voice in the back of his mind replied, no matter how much you try to deny it, you are your father’s son, and this is where you belong.
“The portal’s judgement is infallible, Mylord,” the Abyss Herald insisted, though it clearly made him uncomfortable to disagree with Kaeya, “you are the one who is destined to destroy those who wronged us all.”
It was only then that you turned around to face him, confusion written all over your face. “Kaeya… what is he talking about? What is going on here?”
Kaeya knew that there was no point in lying. He knew it the moment he looked into your eyes. “What do you know about Khaenri’ah, (Y/N)?”
You frowned. “It was destroyed five hundred years ago. No one escaped.”
“A few members of the royal family did,” Kaeya said quietly. “My ancestors, to be more precise.”
“Is this the reason… why your father left you at Mondstadt? Because he wanted you to find this place?”
You connected the dots alarmingly quick. And his silence was probably the only answer you needed in that moment.
His gaze was focused on the floor as if he had spotted something particularly interesting and wasn’t just staring at the broken and moss-covered stone tiles. He knew he should look at you instead – but he had always been a coward when it came to facing the consequences to his own actions, and he was so afraid of the things he would see in your eyes after finding out the truth about him.
He was afraid you would look at him the same way Diluc had all these years ago. Eyes filled with distrust and a burning anger that had soon turned into despair and hatred, even. No, Kaeya couldn’t bear seeing all these things in your eyes, too.
So instead, he kept staring at the floor, at the tiles that were just as broken as himself, waiting for you to say something.
When you finally spoke again, you sounded strangely composed. Kaeya had expected you to be angry or disappointed, at the very least, but instead, the tone of your voice was almost emotionless as you said, “You lied to me.”
You weren’t asking, you were stating a fact. So, Kaeya nodded.
“And did you ever want to tell me the truth?”
Kaeya shook his head. He felt almost paralyzed, in a sense that he couldn’t even come up with a single excuse why he had been lying to you, though he usually never had a problem with talking his way out of a situation like this. But now, all he could think about was the giant mess that was his life and the way all of his dreams had shattered into a million pieces in just a matter of seconds.
“I see.”
Why were you still so composed? Why weren’t you yelling at him, cursing him for betraying you like that? He wanted to ask you that and more, he wanted to apologize and tell you that all of this didn’t matter to him, that he didn’t care about Khaenri’ah anymore but somehow, he couldn’t.
Perhaps because deep down, he knew that this would have been a lie, too.
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Childe + “nightmares”
It’s still dark outside when Childe wakes with a start, his heart pounding so rapidly that it almost feels like it’s going to jump right out of his chest. His body is covered in cold sweat, and his hands are shaking as he stares into the darkness of your shared bedroom. He pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to calm his ragged breathing but every time he closes his eyes, he’s back in the Abyss again, a pack of rifthounds so close behind him that he can almost feel their breath on his neck.
No matter how many years pass, no matter how much he trains, the Abyss won’t leave him alone. The memories are still etched into his mind, ready to haunt him whenever he thinks he’s starting to finally leave these things behind. And every single time, his nightmares remind him that the carefree and happy life he has built with you is nothing but a foolish illusion. The Abyss will never let him find peace.
Childe flinches when he suddenly feels something brushing against his arm, his pulse quickening even more, but after a few breathless seconds, he realizes that it’s you who’s touching him, not some creature that followed him out of his nightmares to torture him further. “That dream again?” you ask, your voice barely louder than a whisper. Childe rubs his face. It’s pointless to pretend that he’s fine, so he just sighs and says, “Yeah.”
It’s not the first time you’re experiencing this situation. You know he doesn’t want to talk about it, not yet at least, and all you can do right now is offering him some comfort. Carefully, you pull him into your arms, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as you hold him close, gently caressing his back while your other hand moves to the nape of his neck to play with his hair. “It’s okay,” you mumble, over and over again, “you’re safe.”
It takes a while until Childe is not trembling anymore, and even then, you can tell he’s still distraught. Just the way he snuggles up against you once you manage to convince him to lie down and try to get some rest is enough to prove that. You hold him close, brushing your fingers through his hair until his calm and steady breathing shows that he’s drifting off to sleep again.
You kiss the top of his head. It might not be in your power to chase his nightmares away or let him forget all the painful things he has gone through but no matter what happens, you’ll always be there for him.
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Kaveh + “coffee”
The clock strikes midnight, and with a stifled yawn, you close the book in your lap. During the last chapter, the plot has started to pick up and things are finally getting interesting but you’re too exhausted to focus on reading any longer. You lift your arms, stretching your body that aches after being in the same position for a couple of hours now. “I’m going to sleep,” you then announce and turn around to face your boyfriend who’s still completely buried in his sketches and calculations, “can I convince you to join me?”
Kaveh shakes his head and takes a sip from the coffee he has prepared maybe half an hour ago. It must be completely cooled down by now, and another person would have poured it away, but he just grimaces and takes another sip. “This project is really important,” he says, “and I’m already behind because I wasted too much time arguing about the funding with Alhaitham. I can’t aff-“
“Kaveh, I swear by the Archon, if I find the bed empty when I wake up and see that you’ve worked through the entire night – again – I’m going to lose it,” you interrupt him, only half-joking. Of course, you understand that he needs to get his work done and that he has deadlines to meet but what he’s been doing for the past couple of weeks just isn’t healthy. Not even Kaveh can survive without getting a proper sleep – not even, especially not, with the amount of coffee he’s having every day to keep himself awake.
Speaking of coffee – Kaveh’s already on his way to the kitchen to prepare another cup, and you have to resist the urge to jump to your feet and take the mug from his hands. Maybe you should start hiding the coffee beans. “Kaveh,” you say, trying your best to make your voice sound as whiny as possible, “please, I’m worried about you. You need a good rest, not more caffeine.”
Kaveh turns around to look at you, and in the bright light of your kitchen it’s painfully obvious that he’s completely exhausted. Sallow skin, dark circles and messy hair (probably because he couldn’t be bothered with brushing it after showering this morning). This time, you can’t hold back. In an instant, you’ve left your comfortable spot on the couch and wrapped your arms around your boyfriend. If only he knew how much it hurt you to see him like this.
When you start to brush your fingers through his hair, carefully detangling the soft strands as good as possible, you feel him melt into your touch, and when you hear him yawn, you know you’ve won. “Okay,” he mumbles. “Sleep honestly sounds amazing.”
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“ it’s dark outside, and it’s raining. my arms are much safer. “ with Diluc pls? I love how you write his soft side <3
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Prompt: “It’s dark outside, and it’s raining. My arms are much safer.”
I could offer you a warm embrace – Diluc x gn!reader (fluff)
The room was silent, except for Diluc’s steady breathing and the quiet music playing in the background. Outside of your window, rain was pouring down, softly pattering against the glass and collecting in puddles on the cobblestone pavement outside of your house.
You brought your attention back to the man in your arms. His head was resting on your chest, arms wrapped around your waist as he had snuggled up against you after returning from yet another secret mission to protect Mondstadt from the Abyss Order. It wasn’t unusual that he crashed at your place, especially in weather like this. After tending to his wounds, you had brought him towels to dry his hair as well as some of his clothes he had left at your house a while ago.
“Need anything else?” you had asked, not quite able to hide your concern. And with an exhausted smile that you had already seen one too many times, Diluc had replied, “Cuddles. Please.”
So now here you were, curled up under a loosely woven blanket that gave off just enough heat to keep both of you comfortably warm as you dwelled on your own thoughts.
“I wish we could stay like this forever,” you whispered, careful not to disturb the peaceful silence that surrounded you. Diluc hummed in response. “Me too,” he replied, equally quiet, “but it’s getting late. I probably should head back home… I don’t want to keep you from getting some proper rest.”
“Are you kidding me?” Your voice was still soft, in contrast to your scolding words. You brushed your hand through his untied flaming red hair, feeling the silky strands between your fingers. In the flickering light of the candle, his pale skin had an almost golden glow that made him look more like an ethereal creature instead of an ordinary human being. “It’s dark outside, and it’s raining,” you added, “my arms are much safer.”
Diluc chuckled. “You know that Adelinde always starts to worry about me when I don’t show up at the winery at least once a day.”
“She’ll be fine,” you replied. “Come on, we both know you don’t want to leave.”
“No. I really don’t.”
You adjusted the blanket that had slipped off Diluc’s shoulders before you resumed playing with his hair, knowing very well that this simple action would make it even harder for him to pull away from your embrace and return back home in the pouring rain.
“You’re playing foul,” he mumbled but snuggled deeper into your warm embrace nevertheless. You watched as his eyes fluttered closed, admiring the way his long lashes cast shadows onto his cheeks. “I know.”
Diluc stifled a yawn. “Okay,” he whispered. “Just five more minutes.”
“Sure.”
Silence settled in, and after a while, Diluc’s breath was so steady and quiet that you knew he had drifted off to sleep. Careful not to wake him, you brushed a strand of hair from his forehead to get a better look at him. He always looked so calm and at ease in his sleep, the usual frown turning into a more peaceful expression that made it hard to believe that he could be such a fierce warrior. Especially those who never got to see him like this surely would call you crazy if you told them that he truly hid a heart of gold beneath his rough exterior.
Diluc was popular, yes, and many admired him, but only very few got to see the real him. And for others, it surely was still hard to believe that Mondstadt’s most eligible bachelor had finally decided to settle down – and, on top of that, with you. While the others had been fawning over him, you had always admired him from afar – and you still had no idea how you had managed to catch his attention all this time ago.
But did it really matter? Wasn’t it more important that he was here by your side now, sound asleep in your arms?
You pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Get some rest, my beloved,” you whispered, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”
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Thinking about the absolute hilarity of being romantically with any of the archons, but not knowing their actual true identities. Like, they never bothered to tell you, maybe out of fear of rejection or just pure negligence. Either way, you’re with them and don’t even realize you’re basically dating a god.
I’m mainly talking about Venti.
Specifically Venti.
Like, you’re just carrying a wasted Venti, him half asleep and softly singing a song into your shoulder. It’s late, you’re at your wit’s end with his drinking and end up angerly muttering under your breath.
“Barbatos, forgive him, this stupid bard knows not what he does.”
And Venti just instantly jolts awake, still out of it but awakened by the voice of your rather insulting prayer. And in his drunken stupor he manages to drunkenly shout.
Synopsis: Kaeya and you have been dating for a while now and you both honestly couldn't be happier with each other - until Jean sends you on a mission that reveals Kaeya's deepest secret. And you learn that a dark past and your unwavering sense of duty could be enough to destroy a relationship that has always been too good to be true.
Chapter summary: Kaeya muses about your relationship and how you changed everything for him. But he also knows that he can’t run away from his fate forever. (Title taken from: Ramin Karimloo – Why am I falling. The chapter is also heavily inspired by that song, by the way.)
Word count: ~4k
The masterlist for the series can be found in the navigation post on my blog.
Ch.2: Why am I falling
Hours later, when the night had already settled in and you were sound asleep next to him, Kaeya once again wondered if perhaps it had been fate that had led him to Mondstadt – and to you, of course. There was something oddly comforting about that – thinking that his father had left him here all those years ago because he, Kaeya, had always been meant to meet you, not because they needed him as a spy whose only purpose was to figure out how he could bring a fallen kingdom back to its old glory. A kingdom he had never seen with his own eyes, for the record. And yet, everyone there counted on him to save them all (if he could believe his father’s words, that is).
Despite all of that, no one had ever told him what exactly they expected of him. His father had abandoned him with so little information that it had taken Kaeya years to figure out his true identity. Thankfully, the Knights of Favonius’ library had proved itself a mine of information about Khaen’riah and the cataclysm that had destroyed the entire nation five centuries ago. Not that the Knights openly shared these books but Kaeya wasn’t stupid. He had his methods to get hold of the documents without anyone noticing that they had been touched at all.
Of course, he hadn’t focused on these things as a kid when his mind and heart had been filled with childish hopes and dreams and the wish to find a place he belonged. He had only started to take his secret mission more serious when he turned 16, partly because he was so curious about his supposed homeland and its history, but also because he had never given up the hope that his biological father would come back for him once he had figured out how to help Khaen’riah. But of course, he never came back. So, at one point, young Kaeya stopped his research and decided to focus on the family he had instead – the Ragnvindrs.
And then, in a cruel twist of fate, he also lost them. When Crepus, the only father figure Kaeya had in his life at that point, died, he suddenly realized that there were more important things than pleasing the father who had left his only son behind in the blink of an eye. In that particular night, Kaeya learned that family wasn’t about blood – it was about shared memories, love and trust. Looking back, it really was no wonder that he suddenly started to loathe himself for keeping secrets from Diluc for so long, even more so when he understood that he would never be able live a happy life in Mondstadt if he couldn’t let the past – and his true identity – go. And so, Kaeya, young and foolish and hopeful as he had been, had told his brother the truth, hoping and praying for his help, only to realize that his honesty was enough to destroy their relationship forever. In that night, Kaeya had not only lost his family. He had also lost his faith.
He could still remember the hatred and betrayal in Diluc’s eyes, the same eyes that had always looked at him with so much compassion, and how they had fought each other that night, their clothes drenched from the rain and their own blood.
And after the fight, Kaeya had realized that there was no point in protecting a city that didn’t care about him. What was the purpose of starting a new life here if he had no other choice than leading a lonely, miserable existence? So, instead, he had started to focus on his task again, his purpose, the only reason why he was here. And if saving Khaen’riah meant to tear the City of Freedom down, well, then he was more than ready to pay that price.
After Crepus’ death, Kaeya had turned into the cunning, reckless spy his father had hoped he would be. Cold and adamant as the Cryo vision that had saved his life during his battle with Diluc, Kaeya had sworn to do everything in his power to fulfill his mission, promising that no one would ever be able to stop him.
And then, he had bumped into you. And his whole world turned upside down in a matter of seconds.
*
With a sigh, Kaeya closed the book in front of him. Sword fighting techniques in other nations of Teyvat. Not what he had hoped to read today but it was one of these days where Lisa watched everyone in the library like a hawk, making sure that no one even tried to take one of her precious books with them, let alone cause damage to them in any way. He assumed it had something to do with the fact that some of the young recruits always tried to sneak books out of the library to keep studying even after closing times. Or at least, he hoped so – because if Lisa was here to keep an eye on him, he would have a hard time snooping through the secret documents the Knights hid in their archive. But then again, why would she suspect anything? After all, he had never given her – or anybody else, for the record – a reason to doubt his loyalty.
Lisa raised her head, almost as if she had noticed that someone was watching her, and when she met his gaze, she smiled and waved at him. Calmly, Kaeya returned her smile. No, he was absolutely sure that the attentive and smart librarian didn’t suspect anything. And he would do everything in his power to ensure that it would stay this way. After all, he had promised himself years ago that no one would ever be able to come between him and the success of his secret mission.
With that thought in mind, Kaeya pushed back his chair. He had wasted enough time with this boring book. Time to focus on more important things.
He picked up the book to bring it back to the shelf it belonged, knowing very well that Lisa would only start to lecture him if he didn’t do it. The organization of the library was almost something sacred to her, and he knew how mad she could get when someone disregarded her rules.
“You’re leaving already?” she asked when he passed her desk, looking up from the manuscript in front of her. The liquid in the tea cup on a tray next to the document emitted a sickly sweet smell, a mixture of spices, honey, caramel and something Kaeya couldn’t recognize. To him, it was truly baffling that someone like Lisa loved extra sweet tea so much.
He shrugged. “Duty calls.”
Sometimes, it still surprised him how easy it was to lie to everyone. Only a couple of years ago, he had started to sweat, his hands shaking, whenever he couldn’t tell the truth but now, lying felt as natural and normal as breathing. Despicable, really. But it had to be done.
Lisa chuckled. “My, aren’t you eager. But let me tell you something: Taking a break from time to time doesn’t hurt. In fact, it’s quite beneficial for your work! It helps you to regain your strength and see things from a different point of view.”
“And of course no one knows these things better than you,” Kaeya replied, joining in her laughter, “but I really don’t have time to rest now. There’s something I have to take care of.”
The librarian sighed. “Ever so dutiful. Well, good luck, then. And don’t forget to come around and visit me again soon!”
“Of course.” He was already at the door, smiling at her one more time, although a huge part of him was glad that he could finally leave. Sometimes, he felt like Lisa could see right through him (and everyone else too, for the record), although he was pretty sure that she wasn’t able to read minds, despite her vast knowledge about almost everything. But she was indeed an acute observer, and that made her dangerous, even more so since her and the Acting Grand Master were such good friends. It wouldn’t surprise him if Lisa told Jean about him, should she ever be able to figure out his true identity.
He was so lost in his thoughts and musings that he didn’t pay attention to his surroundings. The next second, someone already had bumped into him with full speed, almost knocking him over. Kaeya stumbled backwards as he tried to regain his balance, his back eventually hitting the wall behind him.
“Ouch,” he mumbled.
“Lord Barbatos, I’m so sorry!” he heard someone exclaim. Then, an unfamiliar face came into view, eyes filled with concern. “I’m so sorry,” you repeated, clutching the books in your arms tighter. “I wasn’t paying attention where I was going and – You’re not hurt, are you?”
For a few moments, Kaeya could only stare at you, speechless. It was rare that he was at loss for words, quick-witted and charming as he was, but there was something about you that left him stunned. Maybe it was the way you looked at him with those pretty eyes, clearly worried that you might have hurt him when you ran into him.
He shook his head, a fruitless attempt to get these thoughts out of his head, and finally replied, “I’m afraid I’m just an ordinary knight, not Lord Barbatos. And please don’t worry about me. I assure you it takes more than this to knock me out.”
“Oh.” You bit your bottom lip. “Okay.”
Were you already losing interest in him? And, the more important question, why did it bother him? He should be glad about it – the more people he let into his life, the more difficult it became to keep his true interests hidden. But a part of you really wanted you to stay here with him just a little while longer. Unfortunately, every statement that came to his mind right now was either incredibly stupid, way too flirty or completely irrelevant. So, what else could he say to you?
Think, he urged himself, think, you idiot!
“So, um…” He cleared his throat when the silence between the two of you got uncomfortable. “You’re a knight, too?”
What a stupid question. The familiar crest on your jacket had already told him that much. But still, you smiled, and almost instantly, his whole world turned brighter. “Yes, I’m (Y/N). I work with Captain Eula and the 4th Company. My pleasure to meet you.”
Before he even consciously decided to do it, Kaeya was already smiling back at you. He wanted to look away, he really did. But something about you made him feel like he was glued to the spot, like his body had actually forgotten how to move. But honestly, who could blame him when the sun was looking right back at him?
When he finally managed to reply, his voice still sounded a bit too breathless for his liking. “Kaeya. And the pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).”
*
Around four weeks had passed since Kaeya had first met you, and strangely enough, he suddenly had a hard time focusing on his research about Khaen’riah and his heritage. Whenever he stared at the pages in front of him, all he could see was your face and the way the skin around your eyes crinkled when you smiled. He didn’t know why but he couldn’t get you out of his head.
And he desperately wanted to see you again.
Maybe that was the reason why he spent so much time at the library recently instead of the archive where the Knights kept the more delicate documents, including all of their collected information about Khaen’riah and the cataclysm. He was well aware that he had started to neglect his mission since you bumped into him, and while he knew that it probably wasn’t wise to get too distracted by you, he just couldn’t help it.
Not when it felt like he had escaped after being trapped inside nearly unscalable walls for all these years. Not when he started to wonder if it really was possible to break all the locks he had so carefully placed on his heart to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt ever again.
Kaeya sighed deeply. It was truly unbelievable how quickly his priorities had changed, just because someone with pretty eyes had smiled at him. But who would judge him? His father wasn’t here and probably never would be, Diluc ignored him most of the time (and besides, he had no idea that Kaeya had actively started to try saving Khaen’riah after their fight), and Lisa would most likely just tease him for falling for someone he barely knew in just a matter of seconds. So, there really was not one single reason why he couldn’t see you again.
And only a few days later, his patience finally paid off. He was casually flipping through a book about Alchemy because he vaguely remembered Albedo mentioning once that they used a more advanced form of Alchemy in Khaen’riah back then (the Art of Khemia, he had called it, Kaeya believed), and he had somehow hoped that this book would give him at least a few hints about this topic. But much to his disappointment, the book didn’t even mention the Art of Khemia, not even once.
A bit more abruptly than necessary, Kaeya closed the book, glaring down at the cover with its golden twirly letters like it had just become his personal nemesis. “What a waste of time…”
“Books are never a waste of time, Captain Alberich.”
Kaeya jumped with fright at the sound of the familiar voice. Out of all places, of course you had to meet at the library, right under Lisa’s watchful eyes and her uncanny ability to read through every emotion in a split second. But then again, why should he care about Lisa when the way you looked at him was enough to make his heart skip a beat?
He cracked a smile and darted another glance at the book in front of him. “Believe me, this one is. And please, let’s just skip the formalities. I’d prefer if you just called me Kaeya, like everyone else.”
You frowned. “But wouldn’t that be… inappropriate?”
“Please, I insist.”
“Oh.” You paused, a brief smile flashing over your face. “Alright… Kaeya.”
He could’ve sworn his name had never sounded more beautiful.
*
When spending your time with Lisa, you could never be sure what would happen next. Sometimes, she just initiated a friendly conversation about a topic she found particularly interesting on that day while she would spend the entire time complaining about the library users and their poor respect for books on other days. And sometimes, she would start to ask personal questions until the conversation had turned so awkward that the person opposite her was nothing but a blushing and stuttering mess.
Today was one of these days. And her victim was none other than Kaeya.
Not once in his life had he regretted inviting her to Good Hunter to grab something for lunch that much.
“You’ve been spending quite a lot of time with (Y/N) recently,” Lisa said, carefully placing down her tea cup after taking a tiny sip.
Kaeya looked up from his plate, a frown on his face. “And by that you mean…?”
“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I’ve seen you at the library more than once, and Amber told me she spotted you at Windrise together. Oh, and Venti recently mentioned that you even invited (Y/N) to join you for a drink at Angel’s Share, although you usually prefer to spend your time there alone.”
“That is-“
“Nothing but the truth,” Lisa interrupted him with a gleeful smile. “Come on, you can tell me – I promise I won’t chatter away. You enjoy their company, don’t you?”
“I don’t think you and me should have this conversation. Please excuse me,” Kaeya said, putting his cutlery down, “I suddenly remembered there’s somewhere I need to be.”
Lisa chuckled. “My, my, Kaeya, you really are impatient today. Is there an important event you have to attend? A date with Captain Eula’s lovely field officer, perhaps?”
“What? No,” he replied quick like a shot, although he already knew that the way his face heated up in embarrassment was enough evidence that he wasn’t telling the truth. Lisa raised her eyebrows, her lips curled into a knowing smile. “You’re a terrible liar, sweetie.”
“It’s not a date. (Y/N) and I… we’re just friends.”
She let out an exaggerated sigh. “You can fool yourself, Kaeya Alberich, but you can’t fool me. I know a thing or two about love and it’s incredibly obvious that you would like to be more than just their friend. And a little birdie told me that this feeling is mutual. You know, it’s almost a bit funny how you have this massive crush on each other and are both too scared to confess.”
“Lisa, please. Stop.”
The librarian laughed again, clearly amused about the absolutely exasperated tone of his voice. “I’m sorry, darling. I’ll stop teasing you about that – for now, at least."
“Lisa…”
“Enjoy your date!” she chirped, followed by an amused giggle, as Kaeya pushed his chair back and fled the scenery, his face still burning like fire.
*
Weeks turned into months, and there was rarely a day where you didn’t see each other. If your duties kept both of you busy throughout the entire day, you would still meet for a walk once you had finished your tasks for the day.
Today, you had dragged him to Windrise once again. Kaeya had no idea why you loved this place so much but if it made you happy to just sit under the giant oak tree, your head resting on the Cavalry Captain’s shoulder as you enjoyed each others’ company, well, who was he to tell you No?
Kaeya sighed quietly. If his father could see him now… well, he’d probably call him pathetic, maybe even weak for giving up on his mission for a fleeting and foolish thing like love.
Wait. Love? Was he really… in love with you?
He felt his heart skipping a beat. Up to this day, he had never allowed himself to even think about love, and a part of him had even believed that he was simply incapable of loving someone – until you had bumped into him and proved him wrong so quickly that he sometimes still wondered if you had put a spell on him. It felt like he was falling into a bottomless pit of dreams and hopes he had given up years ago.
Funny that he hadn’t realized sooner how much you really meant to him, even after Lisa had pointed it out. He had no idea how you did it but whenever you were by his side, everything he did wrong in the past suddenly seemed to vanish into thin air, like he had never thought about engulfing Mondstadt in the abyss, should it be necessary for the success of his mission. With you, all of his bad decisions and foul deeds suddenly didn’t matter anymore. And more often than not, he caught himself dreaming about the future the two of you could have if he finally gathered the courage to confess his feelings to you. (Although he knew very well that he probably shouldn’t be dreaming about all of this. After all, a lying traitor like him really didn’t deserve a happy ending.)
“Kaeya? Are you listening to me?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. You had lifted your head from his shoulder, looking at him with those stunning eyes, clearly concerned. “Are you alright?” you asked with a frown. “You… you seemed to be miles away.”
He stared at you, his heart thumping like mad, his mind going completely blank in just the blink of an eye. How could he tell you how much he adored you? How could he tell you when he felt like every letter and every syllable he had learned dissipated on the tip of his tongue?
“Kaeya?”
By the Archons, even the way you said his name sent a shiver down his spine and made him weak in the knees.
“Hey…” Carefully, you put your hand on his arm, a slightly insecure smile flashing over your face as his gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again, “talk to me. Please.”
“I love you.” The words were out before he could stop himself. (Later that night, he would start wishing he had the time to come up with a more eloquent way to confess his feelings to you.)
“You – what?” There was no judgement in your voice, just genuine astonishment as you tried to comprehend what he had just said. Kaeya’s lips curled into a soft smile. “I said, I love you.”
For a couple of excruciating seconds, you didn’t reply anything. Then, you shifted closer to him, raising your hands to cup his cheeks. “I was hoping you’d say that one day,” you confessed quietly, your pupils blown wide as you looked back at him. “Because I really love you, too.”
It was right then and there that Kaeya kissed you for the first time. He hadn’t planned on doing it but in that moment, under the soft light of the moon, it just felt right to lean in and press his lips to yours in a soft kiss.
He would never forget how you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him back, as if you had just waited for him to finally make the first move. Even years later, this would be one of the best and worst memories he had.
The best because it marked the beginning of brighter and happier times, the beginning of his life with you by his side, the beginning of many, many moments he would share with you.
And the worst because he knew that, no matter which road he decided to take in the future, your whole relationship would be based on lies, lies, lies.
*
It was almost funny how vividly Kaeya still remembered all these things, almost like every single detail was etched into his memory. He could barely recall his life before he came to Mondstadt, let alone the face of his biological father, but he could easily call everything that had to do with you to his mind.
He rolled over and propped himself up on his elbow to get a better look at you. This was something he would never get tired of – how peaceful and calm you looked in your sleep, like no one had ever hurt you. Careful not to wake you up, he brushed his fingertips over the smooth skin of your cheek before he lightly started to trace the outlines of your face.
Goodness, how did he get so lucky to have someone as kind and beautiful and compassionate as you in his life? With everything he did in the past, there was no denying that he didn’t deserve you. And yet, here you were, smiling in your sleep as you shuffled closer to him to snuggle up against his body.
Kaeya lied down again and wrapped his arms around you, slightly adjusting his position, so that he could rest his chin on top of your head as he held you close. “I love you,” he whispered, although you probably couldn’t hear him. “I love you so much.”
This house had never felt like a home. But every time you came through the door and greeted him with this loving, genuine smile that always made him a bit weak in the knees, the dim rooms seemed to brighten up, the feeling of loneliness slowly fading away with every step you took towards him. With you by his side, Kaeya could almost believe that this was where he truly belonged.
But of course, all of that was nothing but a foolish illusion, a lie that he had carefully built over the years and that would ultimately shatter into a million pieces, should you ever discover the truth. After all, no one, not even a prince, could run away from their fate forever.
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Gently undoing Venti's braids as you two prepare for slumber is something the two of you look forward to every night is a must
Some night the two of you just silently do so, basking in each other's presence and others you two get a little more… mischievous
Gently tugging on Venti's braids, he lets out a whiny gasp in pain "Windblume!! How could you?" He questions in shock, dramatically throwing one arm up to his head as if he's about to faint, and the other over his heart sending you into a giggling fit. "Oh how am I to ever forgive you…" he sighs. Taking advantage of your distracted state, Venti pounces on you, taking ahold of your wrists, causing you to gasp. Slowly gazing upwards you meet with his deep, playful, emerald eyes. Leaning in towards your lips he whispers, "I got you."
I imagine Venti being just a little cold to the touch on average. I don't think he'd realize he is unless you point it out.
If you're the sorta person who's usually hot all the time he is PERFECT to cuddle with
On the other hand, if you're like me and you're always cold the two of you will be clinging to each other under thousands of blankets, but I mean…. Are you two really complaining?
I honestly don't think he'd care who's big spoon or little spoon though I think he'd like to switch it up occasionally
He would definitely enjoy facing you. He really enjoys staring into your drowsy eyes or at your sleeping form as you lay to rest.
He definitely seems like the sorta person to wait until you fall asleep before he does
As an archon I don't think he'd really need much sleep
If you have whether you have difficulty sleeping or fall asleep in an instant I'm positive he's more than happy to keep you company.
If you're the sorta person who can't fall asleep without noise he is more than happy to sing to you, play you a song, tell you a story, or just talk about random topics that come to mind. I mean, who wouldn't wanna listen to his angelic voice?
You know what constantly crosses my mind with Venti? Nicknames.
When it comes to him giving you nicknames, the entirety of the Venti Simp Army has collectively decided that we are in fact his Windblume and I love that nickname so much.
I also love the idea of being his muse, that is one of my favorite nicknames.
His loving eyes filled with nothing but pure and blissful infatuation, as he softly whispers "I love you my muse."
We can forget about My Angel, this one starts being used after you've known each other for a period of time and is only used in private.
Songbird and Dove are cute lil names but I don't think they're one's he uses too often, if anything I could see you using those on him more often, especially if you know of his Archon form (Oml I could write so many fics just rambling on and about scenarios in his Archon form….)
My love & love are basic but I'm down bad for them and the thought of Venti asking "How was your day my love?" Makes me meltttt and being able to just casually call him your love sounds amazing
For him, pretty boy is a MUST but you may just wanna save that for when you're alone, in case things get out of hand.
If you're teasing, hit him with that mocking "Bard." It never fails to liven the mood, though be careful, you may have just started a war
If you call him My Archon ohhhhhh you better be careful.
Instantly, you have caught his attention. His emerald eyes begin to cloud as a sly smirk spreads across his face. "Come again, my little bird?"
Going off of Venti's past I think he mainly would enjoy quality time
He definitely enjoys going to the tavern with you and indulging in a few drinks though if you don't like drinking there's still plenty of other things that the both of you can do. As long as you're by his side, he's more than happy.
Venti likes bringing you to sit on the hand of the Archon Statue near the cathedral, though he generally does this either when something serious is about to happen or if he's been reminiscing on the past, so be sure to prepare some extra cuddles for him.
Windrise is another common date trip that the two of you go on. The majority of the time he plays you a tune as you two sit upon the branch of the tree, taking in each other's warmth.
Whenever the two of you have a picnic you're always dragging each other to the peak of Starsnatch cliff. I know I've briefly mentioned this in another fic but I stand by the fact that they have picnics up there.
On very rare occasions Venti will bring you to Storm terror's lair for a bit of a more important or special date but I think the area makes him sad sometimes due to the past.
Meeting Dvailin though? That would be exciting. I thinks he's a bit shy at first but with enough convincing from venti I'm sure you'll get a lovely trip around Monstadt: Ft. Dvailin
I also think that Venti's fond of physical touch due to his lack of social interaction and love but we'll get into that another time
I have so many more ideas but I don't wanna cram all of them into this so will save those for another time.
I have been thinking about making this the ENTIRE day and jdjdks I had gotten so many ideas but I didn't write them down so I forgot some and buuuuut it's okay. I hope you lovelies have an amazing day/night/evening. <3
I don’t know if we’re still in the age of Y/N L/N search-and-replace self-insert fanfics but can I just say there’s MASSIVE untapped potential for a Y/N L/N Death Note fanfiction if you just
if you just
hang on. This. Like this:
…
Light clicked his bedroom door shut, and leaned against it, and slid gently down. His attention was wrapped so wholly in the unmarked envelope in his hand. He slit it open, and unsheathed the documents like he was pulling money from a wallet. He was, in a sense. These documents had cost him. The private eye he hired had not been cheap.
But it HAD been worth it, Light knew with relief washing through his veins as he thumbed through the contents: birth certificate, social security card, medical records, vaccination history, school records, IDs with photos – mother’s name, father’s name, date of birth, eye color, hair color, blood type.
Light held in his hands EVERYTHING there was to know about the girl. And he basked in it, drinking it in, a name finally to attach to the woman who haunted him.
First name: Y/N. Last name: L/N.
Light cracked a grin, rib cage rippling with manic chuckles that bubbled to his lips and erupted, cackles, delighted trills. The sense of victory flooded him. That girl who knew he was Kira, that girl who had worked so hard to hide her identity, that girl who plagued him, followed him, haunted him every day, who he could never touch.
Finally, Light could kill her.
He rose, and walked nearly numb to his desk, and pulled out the scrap of Death Note he kept in the false bottom of the top drawer. He reveled in it as he wrote: Y/N L/N, dies alone at 11:48pm of a brain aneurysm.
The damnation felt so sweet.
…
She was waiting for him, early as the sun which crested behind her, all soft smiles and sweet squinted eyes. She was waiting for him as she did every single day. She stood there, as always - a thing of nightmares.
The blood left Light’s face once he opened the front door to her, feet and hands tingling cold, stomach in knots.
He’d been worried when he awoke to no news about his dead university classmate. And the confirmation of his every fear settled as a knot in his gut. Y/N L/N was alive, in front of him, just as she was every other day, smiling.
“You seem surprised, Light. Like you’ve seen a ghost?” Her wry smile was a mockery. Light loathed her more than anything.
“Y/N … L/N…” he muttered, through gritted teeth. “…Good morning.”
“Oh! You discovered my name. Good job good job, that was faster than I expected.”
“Why—”
“Aren’t I dead?” she titled her head and swayed a bit in place. “That’s how Kira kills people, yeah? Full name? And you’ve got mine. So why aren’t I dead?”
Kira. Light’s eye twitched. She did that. At every chance, dropping with such nonchalance that she knew. If he argued back, she would ignore him. If he defended himself, it would get him nowhere.
Ignore, deflect, probe, find a weak point.
“Is it a fake name? Is Y/N L/N a fake name?” It would be hard to believe; it would be beyond elaborate. Every ounce of documentation would need to have been faked, or else perfectly stolen, with a complete erasure of who the girl really was. Not a single piece of contradictory evidence. Enough to completely fool Japan’s most esteemed private eye. It was almost unfathomable.
“No, it’s not a fake name. That’s my name. My real name. You’re right.” She spun on her heel and walked forward, into the sun, toward campus, sunlight streaking through the wisps in her hair. “But you can’t kill me with it, Kira.”
Light refused to answer. He refused to concede. He refused to show his hand, and yet, maybe he already had… Maybe he’d already lost.
He’d try again tonight. He’d try again as many times as it took to eliminate her, this unfathomable girl, who appeared in his uni classroom claiming to be an old elementary school classmate of his, who followed him every day and spoke in hints that suggested she knew, and yet never revealed how, or why, or what she wanted from him.
He’d try again. He’d kill her this time.
“It won’t work, trying again, that is. If you want to kill me, you’ll have to use your own hands.” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “But that’s messy, and suspicious, and too easy to solve, right? So you need the Death Note to do away with me. But it won’t work.”
Death Note, dammit, she really DID know.
“Hey Light, what’s my name?”
“Y/N, L/N,” he ground out, almost robotically.
“Say it again.”
“Y/N, L/N.”
“And what name did you write in the Death Note?”
Light hesitated. Did he stand any chance of keeping his hand concealed?
He locked eyes with her, and he knew the answer was no. She knew. He knew.
“Y/N L/N.”
“Doesn’t sound quite right, does it?” she asked. And with her words, Light felt some unsettled something thud in his chest. A disquiet. An unrest. A thinly veiled wrongness.
“My name, that name, Y/N L/N, how do you spell it?” she asked.
“Y…” Light paused. Y? No… That was almost certainly not right.
“First letter, second letter, third letter. Come on. I believe in you.”
A headache was building behind Light’s eyes.
“Y…. S-slash…. N…” No. That wasn’t a name. That wasn’t anyone’s name. And it wasn’t her name. Her name, her name was—
“You can’t spell it, Light. You can’t. And no one can. No one except an extremely, intractably lucky person could even guess what my name might be, at the time that all of this plays out.”
“What does that mean?”
“What do I look like, Light? The Death Note needs a mental image! What do I look like?”
And Light looked. He looked directly at her, piercing, probing, roving, studying, drinking her in. She looked exactly as he remembered, with H/C hair and E/C eyes and….
What color hair?
What color eyes?
What name?
“I’m not anyone, Light,” she offered with the same, sweetly saccharine smile that Light could not describe beyond those words. “Or I’m everyone, I guess. I’m every Y/N L/N who reads this, any one of them. And when the dust settles, and the story stabilizes, and those markers are replaced for real, it will be too late. Because that will not be the name you wrote in your Death Note. You’ll always have written Y, and slash, and N, and L, and slash, and N, and that will never be right. I’ll be someone else by the time it matters, every time.”
Light blinked through the stars in his vision. Looking at her hurt, his vision wobbling in and out of focus on the nothing, and the everything she was. The hair color, and the eye color, and the first name, and the last name, that were every potential quantum combination, and still none of them.
He shut his eyes.
“What do you want from me?” he asked. “Why are you following me? Why do you know who I am. What do you want?”
“Nothing. I want nothing. I don’t have a defined will. It’s not like I’m a person.” She stepped forward again, hands clenched to the bag behind her back. A normal school bag, a normal school uniform, trotting in step eastward toward the college campus. “I’m an insert. And that means I’m whoever they want me to be, every time. It’s not any deeper than that.”
no thoughts, head empty, just sitting under windrise playing with venti’s hair and singing sweet love songs as you do.
venti knows every song to ever exist and that will ever exist and as a result has heard an uncountable number of songs promising gentle affection and lifetimes spent together.
but no tune has ever sounded sweeter than the melody sprouting from your kissable lips and softly wrapping around him like a cool summer breeze.
