How about Kaeya for the AU? Kissing deep into the night, with the prince of Khaenri'ah
Afshdkaouwvsna I will fucking do it, but only because I was actually thinking about something like this during work minus the headcanons of what-ifs for characters. I’m a little iffy about them, but I do enjoy playing with ideas that could branch off into so many interesting paths that could possibly happen so I’m fine with this... as long as these sorts of things don’t happen too frequently.
Y’all can still send something into the box, I don’t close it unless it gets excessive... just don’t make it an actual full-on request, because unless I state otherwise, I would most likely delete it since I don’t really follow people’s ideas to the T... also this particular ask has my weakness, so if you can correctly guess what it is, then kudos to you.
(Tumblr is still so confusing for me, but that might be the salt that lingers in my head after what my old man did to me... I never wanted to commit murder until now and I’m just- asdfhkjhgaolkljsd This is short as hell since I couldn’t think of anything else right now.)
Anyways, back to the WIP... rip my braincells after this.
His world was so cold before you came along into his life.
Whether as a manifestation made from stardust, or as your fragile mortal self, Kaeya had known not much love and warmth until you came and took him in as a part of your life so bright and divine.
Tonight was one of those nights he is reminded of how much it was a blessing to have you in his life... both as his God, as someone who he treasures more than anything in the world... and as someone who allowed his wretched existence to hold their beautifully bright heart in his stained hands.
Kaeya, right now, is rendered breathless from the way you gently held him... from the way you softly whisper praises so sweetly to him, and how you leave his skin burning at every little kiss you leave on his skin.
“Beautiful.”
He loses his breath again, dizzy from that look in your eyes that shines like the moon above the both of you.
“My little Prince... so very beautiful.”
He cannot speak, for all his words are taken before he could utter a sound... the way your lips kiss his hands to his face, it felt so good... so good to be loved by you like this, to lose everything to you as you give him another tender kiss to his lips.
It’s an addicting feeling, the way your lips are so soft against his slightly dry pair and the way your warm hands cupped his cheeks to keep him still while you give him all the affection and praise he craved. He sighs into your lips again, melting further into you until his mind is no longer coherent of any intelligible thoughts about his fears and the future.
