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requests: (1) TW : suicide. What about HC with Diluc, Kaeya, Childe and Zhongli that g/n reader tried to suicide with drowing and they save them? Maybe hurt/comfort. You can adapt or anything if it uncomfortable.

pairings: diluc, kaeya and zhongli x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: s*icide attempt (not detailed), mentions of mental illnesses. please dni if these topics are sensitive to you

notes: i took childe (and drowning) out since there’s a similar request like this in my inbox with just childe! this topic was heavy so i sincerely hope you are doing okay. i hope this brings you some comfort. national suicide hotline: 800-273-8255

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Clan head!Gojo

modern dating is embarrassing i want to meet someone the old fashioned way (he’s the local hot priest who will question god because of me)

Not my usual stuff I write, but the 2.3 event really has me in a chokehold!

I keep thinking about a reader that’s been rejected by Albedo, slowly withdrawing from his life because she doesn’t want to be hurt anymore by him, even if he doesn’t know. Eventually she’s completely out of his life, trying to live without him back in the city since he’s always at Dragonspine. That’s when she meets ‘Albedo’ once again outside of town and Dragonspine. With that she’s just breaks down, hugging him and cries, asking why does it hurt to love him. ‘Albedo’ will probably take advantage and get her to fall even deeper, saying he does love her. Unfortunately, reader’s not stupid. She notices how he behaves slightly differently from before and how his star is sometimes gone, but doesn’t say anything because she genuinely loves this person, even if it’s not the Albedo she thought they were. So when the real Albedo finds the two and sees how affectionate she is to the fake, some thing just makes him angry at the situation.

Bro this just reminds me of siblings that don’t like each other, the younger being more loved and had a really loyal girl he disregarded. The older swoops in and gets her to love him for revenge originally, only to fall in love. The younger is mad, and tries to take them back, leading to a constant back and forth fight.

Can I request about Diluc, Childe and Zhongli that busy to work and forget his s/o and they just know after midnight. Maybe hurt/comfort with afab reader.

P.S. In my timezone is my birthday and I follow your fic since it from ao3😂

Happy birthday!!!

Hurt/Comfort below~

Fair warning: childe's get's a little spicy!!

Diluc: Broken promise

He really, REALLY hadn't meant to be stuck out so long. Some stupid knights of Favonious party at the tavern that needed his extra hands, a drunken bar brawl between two initiate knights fighting over a lady resulting in two freshly banned knights and a bunch of extra cleanup.

He's exhausted by the time he's finally trudging up the path to the winery, most of the manor is dark, only the bare minimum of lanterns left on for him to see with ease, however there is one light upstairs that catches his eye, and makes his blood run cold with realisation.

Diluc had promised you that he'd only be gone a couple of hours, just to help with the first few waves of drinks, drunken knights barely wanted more than beer once drunk enough, but obviously thats not how things went...

you'd stayed up for him.

Suddenly no longer as tired, the redhead rushes up the path, the mantra in his head? 'shit shit shit, fuck shit oh shit' as he bursts in the doors and takes the staircase two or three steps at a time.

"Firefly I-" His words die in his throat as he finally bursts into the bedroom. "Oh firefly...."

He takes in the sight before him, you'd been extra clingy today, not common for you, a bad nightmare had left you a little more shaken than usual, which is why he'd promised to be home early.

Now? Now you were perched on the edge of the bed, facing the window, away from him, knees pulled to your chest, hell you dont even make any move that you've even heard him.

"Sweetheart I...I'm sorry." He is, he really is. You were the light of his life, the one constant little firefly that brightened his day. He only just kicks off his boots before he's clambering into bed, pulling your back to his chest, you're rigid and tense and his heart breaks a little more as he buries his head into your shoulder. "M'sorry..."

"you promised..." your quiet whimper may as well have been a stab to the chest.

"I know, I know, I-I...fuck...I'm sorry...the knights were rowdier than usual tonight, a fight broke out... I didn't realise the time until we were closing." His words just feel like excuses, and abd ones at that. She says nothing, he doesn't blame her, it wasn't often Diluc made promises, but he really hadn't expected things to get out of hand this badly.

"I'll take tomorrow off." He finally breaks the silence after a few minutes. This finally gets a reaction, your head slowly turning.

"you never take the day off Lu... not even when you're sick..." ouch, you weren't exactly wrong, even on days when he didn't work at the tavern he was always in his office, looking over paperwork and making arrangements... but no, not this time.

Slowly, Diluc turns you until you're facing him, bundled into his lap, oh his poor little firefly looked so sad, so alone.

"I know after tonight you have no right to believe me, but I promise I am taking the day off tomorrow." He states, kissing your forehead "you and I? we're going to spend the entire day together, whatever you want to do, wherever you want to go. okay?"

finally, you lift your gaze to him, his eyes are wide and trained on your face, full of sincerity and affection, a tiny smile tugging the corner of his mouth as he leans in to kiss you proper.

"...Okay..."

Zhongli: Happy not-birthday.

It wasn't uncommon for the consultant's work to end up trailing deep into the night, some of the more in-depth parting rituals could only take place at night, or in certain locations after all.

But the moment he quietly slips through the door to your shared apartment, he feels a shift in energy, odd. The apartment is dark, of course, night-owl you may claim to be, you were always out light a light before midnight-

oh, their shared bed was empty, untouched since it had been made this morning... Now Zhongli was curious, and a little worried. It doesn't take him long to notice the door to the balcony open and he pokes his head out into the frigid night air.

"Darling? what are you doing out here so late in the winter? you'll catch your death..." He breathes as he quickly removes his coat to drape around your shoulders as you sit on one of the little stools. you dont say anything to him, which only has his worry rising, coming to a head when he notices what you have twirling in your hand.

A dried glaze lily.

the one he'd given you the first year you'd been together on your-

oh...

How could he? Zhongli remembered everything, the name of every person he's met, the date that every ship built in liyue makes it's maiden voyage from the harbour.

How could he have forgotten something as important as your birthday!?

"Oh, darling..." outside be damned now, he scoops you up into his arms; you were freezing cold as he carries you inside, sliding the balcony door shut with his foot. Every step he takes he can feel his very soul withering. You'd still been blissfully asleep when he'd left for work this morning, leaning down to give you a peck on the cheek and forehead, you always looked so peaceful at rest.

Looking at the clock as he sits on the couch with you now? Well past midnight, almost one in the morning, he'd completely missed your birthday.

turning his golden gaze back to you, who's still refusing to make eye-contact, he ever so gently plucks the dried lily from your fingers and tucks it into your hair, pulling you close so he can pepper your face with kisses.

"My darling, my sweet, my one true treasure... I am so very sorry for forgetting your day... words are not enough to express..." he whispers between kisses, one hand tugging his coat tighter around your now-shivering frame. God he may be, but even with all the power he held, the ability to turn back time was beyond him, much as he wished for it now.

You whimper quietly, leaning your head against his chest and a small wave of relief washes over him, contact, you always thrived on physical contact, and that was something he was happy to give in spades.

"how about tomorrow, you and I celebrate your not-birthday?" He suggests, earning him a sleepy, confused look. perhaps he'd been listening to Hu-Tao's strange stories too much recently, one that stuck out was something called 'Alice in wonderland' where they celebrate 'Un-birthdays'. Eventually your confusion gives way to a quiet giggle.

"there's my little treasure." He purrs happily, nuzzling into your shoulder. "A very happy not-birthday to my most beloved."

Childe: Forgotten Annivarsary

Ah, what a wonderful day of killing and battle! Ajax hadn't had such a lovely day in so very long, being stuck in the bank amidst paperwork hell was not his forte, but alas, as the highest rank within it's walls, it was unfortunately up to him to fill in the paperwork.

As soon as he's in the door, he strips down to his boxers, bloodthirsty he may be, but he wasn't about to ruin all your hard work cleaning the apartment yesterday.

Though he looks at the candleabra sitting upon the table with confusion, below it? A gift box. He leans down to check the card, it was for him? from you? huh? It's not his birthday, what was all this about?

His eyes flick to the calendar on the wall, the 15th...

Oh, ooooh no.

Their anniversary.

Biting his lip his gaze flicks to the kitchen, dissaray, like you'd been cooking... he swings around the table and opens the fridge and his heart shatters, you had been, you'd made some of his favorites, all local Sneznhayan dishes, totally foreign to you, yet you'd gone out of the way to make them for him, now all wrapped in plastic and haphazardly tossed into the fridge.

of course, today had to be the one day he's not home at 5:30 in two whole months.

Next stop? bedroom.

You're curled up in bed, asleep, hugging your favorite Narwhal (that he'd won you, no less) tight in your arms, where he usually was.

No, no, absolutely not.

tossing his clothes aside he carefully climbs into bed, tugging away the bankets to reveal your body proper, awh, you'd even gone to bed wearing one of his shirts, his heart twists in shame, but he was going to make it up to you, here and now.

Starting with a soft kiss to the top of your head, and then trailing down, the presses of his lips to your skin slowly waking you as watery eyes flutter open.

"A-Ajax?" you mumble quietly.

"Shhh, I'm sorry I got caught out late princess, I missed our anniversary... you worked so hard to make everything perfect." He whispers huskily into your ear "Let me make it up to you right here, right now."

He stops to steal a kiss from your lips just once before he continues on his trail downwards, deft hands unbuttoning the top you'd stolen.

"Just sit back and relax my princess, I have you."

ꨄ 𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓

(after sleeping with him the night before)

cast: diluc, alhaitham, wriothesley, ajax x fem reader

warnings: fem reader, nudity, reader wears dilucs shirt in his part, reader also wears wriothesleys coat in his part + he throws you onto the bed, reader is shorter than ajax in his part, the tiniest bits of angst because they really like you, clingy men 🥺, nsfw but no actual smut

MINORS AND BLANK/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Diluc wakes, and the sheets pool at his waist as he suddenly sits up in bed. The way he drags his hand over his face while he blinks away the remnants of sleep as he takes in his surroundings has his heart dropping to this stomach.

Where have you gone?

The night before was a whirlwind of kisses and heated touches that turned into naked skin on naked skin and heavy strokes that brought out the most beautiful sound of you crying Dilucs name for him, and eventually the fire that consumed you both multiple times, turned into a flicker of warm embers as you fell asleep in his arms.

Only now as the dawn breaks, Diluc finds himself alone in his bedroom. Was he a fool? His heart proves time and time again to be his greatest foe, and perhaps his deep and doting feelings for you were not truly returned by yourself and now resulted in you leaving before he woke up as a means to lessen the blow of your rejection. Diluc swallows down a pang of heartbreak - it’d been a rather long time since he last felt this way in such a fresh sense. His jaw sets as his mind starts to fly through his interactions with you. Mostly good. Your smiles. Your laughter. The flutter of your lashes whenever he was close. Had he offended you somehow amongst all of these months of falling for you? Had you only been putting on an act only to spare his feelings? He thought he was a perceptive man, and celestia knows he spent endless amounts of time just…wanting to know you. He finds his hand coming up to settle over his heart, clutching at his chest when he sighs in resignation to another day without you by his side.

Diluc remains lost in his thoughts when the heavy wooden door of his bedroom clicks open, he swiftly pulls his blankets up higher on his body, though he’s known Adelinde his entire life, he still hard pressed to remain modest around the woman. Perhaps after a cup of coffee Diluc will get his bearings a little better.

Only it’s not his head maid who walks into his bedroom with her hands clasped - it’s you, tip - toeing into the room with a cup of coffee in each hand and only clad in…Diluc’s shirt. The material sweeps across your bare thighs, the thighs he was eagerly between the night before, your bare feet light on the wooden floor as you attempt to sneak in further. You suddenly meet his gaze and you bark out a soft, sheepish laugh while your body language relaxes a bit. You then smile sweetly when you approach closer, sitting by Diluc on the mattress and handing him a cup of coffee, the steam still rising from the ceramic rim.

“I hope you don’t mind me going to the kitchens! I just woke up a bit early and thought it might be nice to surprise you with a cup.” you say a little sheepishly, as if you were forbidden from exploring anywhere beyond Dilucs room after a passionate night with him.

“You’re here.” Diluc breathes, you look quite disheveled, but as beautiful as ever, especially being in his shirt that slips off your shoulder as you adjust yourself on the side of the bed next to him.

You blank a little, huffing a soft laugh into your coffee as you sip before you reach over to place it on the nightstand.

“Of course I am…um, is that okay?” your face suddenly drops in the slightest and Diluc can’t have that, no. Not after he just spent what felt like hours of agonizing if he had lost you. He swiftly places his cup on the nightstand next to yours, and in the next motion he’s leaning into you with an arm around your waist and pulling you fully onto the bed beneath him. You have no chance to say anything before Diluc presses his lips to yours. You taste like coffee and when you sigh as your leg hikes itself over his hip to keep him close, Diluc can’t help but smile against your mouth.

You giggle sweetly when he nuzzles his nose against your cheek and presses a kiss to your jaw as his large palm cradles under your thigh to pull your leg higher on his waist, to hold you closer as he presses you into the mattress with a wildfire of kisses that sets your pulse ablaze under your skin. Your hands tangling in his hair feels familiar, it feels like the start of how many mornings together will begin.

“Actually, I’d like you to stay longer if you’ll have me.” he murmurs against the warm skin of your neck, watching your lashes flutter. When you nod, grinning before he kisses you again while your bodies roll around together in the bed, Diluc finds his heart leaping in his chest at the knowledge that you do want him back, you do feel the same way as him. And that is all he needs in this moment.

Alhaitham’s brow furrows in his sleep, suddenly feeling a certain chill in his bed that he’s certain wasn’t the case a few hours ago. His eyes crack open, and he frowns at the dim light of the morning shining in through the window. But even moreso, his hand reaches out to an empty space in his bed, and his chest tightens.

Did you leave before he woke up?

He recalls your body under his palms, the way you writhed for him and arched under his every touch and roll of his hips, your nails raking down his back as he studied your every reaction. The stars outside only partially brilliant in comparison to the way you made him feel during those restless hours of intimacy until you were asleep on his chest.

Perhaps his intelligence was indeed limited. He lays in his bed, staring at the ceiling above him and wonders what happened. He had never, at least not truly, ever put his heart on the line in such a manner. You had felt….different. Not in an agonizing sense of something that had come to turn his life upside down, but as something he could reach with his fingertips and hold onto. Someone he could be at ease with and share a comfortable life with. He grimaces to himself, maybe he is a fool, letting his heart lead him and allowing his mind to follow suit, to follow you to the depths of wherever you would go. He would do it, however far, for you. He wasn’t familiar with this type of heartbreak. Although, he figured it could be a learning experience…once his chest stops aching.

His aqua eyes flutter shut once again, hoping that after a few more hours of sleep he’ll wake up feeling a bit more level headed. Much to his chagrin, it’s swiftly interrupted when he feels the mattress dip beside him. His eyes fly open to see you scooting into the sheets, wiggling your way to his side. You giggle and press yourself against him, Alhaitham barely flinches at the chill of your bare feet tangling with his legs.

“Good morning.” you whisper, beaming up at him, your hand comes up to cradle his jaw.

“Good….morning. Where were you?” Alhaitham muses quietly, turning to his side to face you with an arm winding around your waist. He can feel your bare skin under his touch. You’re still completely nude. He’s really trying not to release a breath of relief at you still being here, yet his eyes simmer with something full of adoration when he looks at you.

“The bathroom? Why, did you miss me?” you laugh with a raise of your eyebrow, eyes soft when Alhaitham presses his cheek into your palm. You nearly melt when he looks to you half lidded and his face moves closer until he smears a butterfly wing of a kiss to your lips.

“Something like that.” he affirms with another kiss, and he rolls over on top of you so that your body fits against his further while your mouths move in tandem with soft sighs and low moans as Alhaithams kisses grow more desperate and deep. His hand slips between your bodies and you whimper, making his skin prickle with goosebumps. He decides then to let go of his own head for a bit, his heart pounding at the way your eyes shine while you look at him, and he smiles at you warmly while pressing himself impossibly closer to you. He really is happy that you’re still here. He hopes that you’ll stay awhile longer.

Wriothesley groans as he stretches, his muscles shifting and rolling as he moves around in his bed. He rolls over to his side and his ice blue eyes flicker open with expectancy, only for a sudden chill to settle in his chest. He notices the sheets on the other side of the bed have been pulled back, a telltale sign of a body that had once been occupying that space beside him, is now empty.

You….left?

It was a lot last night, a flurry of tangled limbs and desperate, wanting touches, your body bared to him and his soul bared to yours. The way you were spread out for him again and again, your lips on his ear and crying his name. His own need for you manifesting in the most passionate of ways that left you both a tired and blissed out pile on his black sheets.

Wriothesley sits up in bed, the heels of his palms coming to rub the sleep from his eyes and he sighs, a low disappointed chuckle coming from his throat as he shakes his head. He should’ve known. He…why did he think that falling in love was a good idea? He clearly wasn’t the type of man who would be able to hold down an actual relationship, to be able to relish on your laughter or the way you play with his hair, to be able to say that something, that someone was his. You. His head hangs down as he turns his body to get out of bed, a shower and a few hours of practice at the pankration ring calling to him to get his mind off of this. He could never be angry at you, never, he was angry that he thought for a moment he was going to be happy.

He’s in the midst of feeling annoyingly sorry for himself when he hears the soft sound of someone clearing their throat. He turns on his heel, sheets falling from being tangled around his waist and leaving him bare as he spots you standing there in nothing but your underwear and his coat thrown over your shoulders, effectively swallowing your form. You’re holding a small tray of what looks like is a tea pot, two tea cups, and a small array of croissants and cheese. You look at him a bit startled, like you were caught doing something you shouldn’t have and Wriothesley stares at you as you shyly pad up to him to set the tray on the nightstand.

“Hey.” you breathe with a small smile, blinking up at him.

“Hi.” he says softly, it comes out much more….hopeful than he intended, like his words could reach out and pull you to him.

“I made breakfast for us with a few things I found around your quarters, I remembered you like two cubes of sugar -“ but before you can finish, a pair of burly arms are pulling you into a sturdy chest as Wriothesleys lip crash into yours. You gasp into his mouth when his coat falls from your shoulders and onto the floor, giving him an in to push his hands down under your ass to lift you into his arms. You moan at another kiss so sharp it pulls at your bottom lip, and in the next moment you’re squealing as he effortlessly tosses you onto the bed. Your head snaps to the tray of food on the nightstand a couple feet away and then back to the man who crawls over your body to smear kisses to your lips while his naked form meshes itself to you. You giggle when he descends to your neck and nips there, then breathing out a sigh as he rests his head against your shoulder. You tilt your head and run your nails through his scalp as he shudders over you.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a little…upset by me not being in bed with you when you woke up? Am I your new favorite pillow?” you giggle with a kiss to his temple.

“If I said yes, would you stay?” Wriothesley looks up at you, and his eyes flash with something tender, something full of yearning, he cracks a small smile and you nod.

“I can stay as long as you want.” you murmur, letting him kiss you deeply again. He’ll hold off a little longer on telling you he wants you to stay forever, perhaps after breakfast.

when Ajax begins to stir from his sleep, he immediately throws his arm out to the side, intent on finding someone beside him beneath the blankets to pull closer during a chilly morning. But he’s met with…nothing. The endless of ocean of his gaze is hazy when they open to see his bed is not occupied by the other person who just was there mere hours ago.

You were gone.

His mind wanders to the way you were on top of him, the way you moved your hips as your head tipped back in ecstasy, it was one of many positions you were in with him. His stamina and your sheer need for him continued to urge you both to remain wrapped up in each other all night, until it seemed like the morning sun was going to greet you from how many times you let him bury himself in you.

He laughs bitterly when he stands up to gather his pants off the floor, pulling them up with a few fleeting thoughts of you. He really should move on from this as quickly as possible. But, once he pauses his movements his heart drops to his stomach. He fell for you, with an honest and open heart and a gentle hand that for once wasnt stained, it was soft on your face when you smiled and laughed and rolled your eyes as you said his name. You felt like a puzzle piece he didn’t realize he had been missing. He figures it’s for the best what with his line of work, you deserve better. Still, he had hoped somewhere within him that this could be the start of a new adventure.

He starts to make his way to the bathroom to hopefully get cleaned up and to head to his next assignment, what’s the point of staying another moment longer anyway - when his ears perk up suddenly at the sound of the shower being turned off. And within the next agonizing minute, the door opens and Ajax looks down at you all wet haired and wrapped in a fuzzy white towel, while steam from the bathroom rolls out around your bodies. You smile shyly at him as greeting.

“You’re…”

“All squeaky clean.” you finish with a light laugh, a few water droplets roll down your clavicle as you shift from one foot to the other. Ajax swallows at the sight. At the sudden relief that washes over him like a flood.

“Sorry if I woke you, just felt a little, um, sticky.” you laugh again bashfully as you try to walk your way around the tall redhead in front of you but an arm shoots out to grasp the doorframe and effectively pins you in your place.

“You’re still here.” Ajax grins, moving closer to you until your back is pressed against the doorframe under his hand and he hovers over you. You barely have time to respond before he’s leaning in for a kiss, and then another, and another that leaves your hands scrabbling to his bare chest as he presses closer. You laugh into his mouth when his kisses turn playful, dotting themselves across your face and down your dewy neck that’s still warm from your shower.

“Of course I’m still here. I wouldn’t dream of leaving.” you huff when his hands pull the towel from your body and he looks at you like perhaps you’re his goddess now. Ajax kisses you again as his heart warms at your soft moans and your fervent touches…and he determines that with you, he can maybe become whole again.

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perhaps in the next life.

So could I have some headcannons, (Or whatever you're comfortable with) of Kaeya? Specifically, reader who has the biggest crush on him. Reader occasionally joins Donna for simping over their respective Ragnvindr brother. Not unlike some strange wing woman. I think it would be amusing if Kaeya got wind of these 'sessions'. Fem!Reader is preferred, but do what's comfy for you. - Windwheel Aster Anon

Hi Windwheel Aster Anon! Thanks for the ask, I am so sorry this is so late!

I had a pretty bad day today...but I hope this makes you happy :3 Enjoy!

Everyone in Monstadt knows you have the biggest crush on cavalry captain Kaeya

Sometimes people forget your name and when they’re talking about you, Person A is like ‘Ah, you know who I’m talking about, dontcha? That person who fancies Captain Kaeya? What was their name again? Er…’

And when that doesn’t work, Person B is like, “Oh, the person who stands beside Donna most of the day, right?”

Person A snaps their fingers and is like, “Yeah! That person. So and so.”

But yeah, you are often seen standing beside Donna, daydreaming about yourself and Kaeya

You often imagine him cornering you against a wall and leaning in to kiss you

Thinking about the two of you sitting in the library when the sun is setting over the walls of Mondstadt, trying to learn Hilichurlian language and him chuckling as you go “YAaaa!” and “Ye” and “dada nunuu”

Thinking about cooking with Kaeya and trying out some new recipes and you’ll hold the spoon to him for a taste and if you get some food on your chest, he’ll grab you and lean forwards and lick it off you and -

Yep, your thoughts can also get pretty nsfw at some times too, but mostly sfw

One day, you’re like “Master Kaeya…” with hands cupping your cheeks as you watch your beloved cavalry captain march outside the gates of Mondstadt with the other soldiers. He was going out for an expedition and wouldn’t be expected to return in at least 14 hours. You stare without abandon as he starts ordering the soldiers. “Gosh I can’t stop thinking about him…I hope he stays safe and takes care. I will pray to Barbatos to look over him."

“Moon pie!” squeals Donna.

She’s totally thinking about something else, but whatever.

The two of you are often like this.

The two you, just standing there side by side near the flower stall with not much to do, staring at your crushes as they passed. Diluc isn’t really seen with Kaeya but you still stay with Donna anyway because you have this camaraderie with her

Yep, it was normal

The people of Mondstadt are so used to this common sight where you and Donna chat together about your crushes and eventually Kaeya finds out because of cos he has tonnes of connections and he’s actually really happy that he has an admirer

So he starts noticing that indeed, you’re always there to see him off when he goes on expeditions but you keep your distance

Occasionally, when he walks past he’ll look at you and smirk

Cue ovary explosion

Next day, he gives you a little wave but you squeak and run and hide behind Donna

Ohhhh, you’re shy, Kaeya thinks as he smirks to himself. This is going to be even fun than he thought…

One day, you’re standing with Donna and waiting to see Kaeya but he doesn’t appear and you’re like, “Where is Master Kaeya? He’s not here yet…”

And suddenly you hear this voice to your right saying, “What do you mean?”

“He was supposed to be here…it’s already five minutes past…where is he??”

“Maybe something bad happened to him.”

“No way! Master Kaeya is so strong!”

“Oh?”

“Yeah!” But then you deadpan because you can’t outrule the possibility. “…By the beard of Barbatos! You’re right! What if something bad has happened to him?! I need to find Master Jean! Oh, Master Jeannnn!”

And you take off trying to run but suddenly you are grabbed by the back of the collar and pulled back; you look up and you’re like ACK! Kaeya????!!

There he stands, smirking at you

And he lets go of you and you’re left to stand in front of him, floundering around and looking sheepish. “Er…”

“What’s wrong, little kitten? Weren’t you looking for me just a minute ago? Here I am.”

Taking a step towards you, you take a step backwards.

“Er…” you squeak.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” He says with a smirk.

He takes another step forwards and your back hits the wall, shaking as Kaeya looms over you, planting his hand by your head and reaching for your hair with his other hand, twirling some hair between his gloved fingers

You look up and his face is really close to yours; you can see the diamond in his eye. It's beautiful...

“I-I…*squeak*”

Kaeya chuckles as he brings your lock of hair to his lips.

He didn’t mean to make you faint, honestly