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no one’s asked for kaeya???? this is disrespect to mr alberich!!! /j

but for the date event, how about a kaeya x gender neutral!reader? and for the date, wandering mondstadt together. there’s no duties to worry about, or things you need to catch up on. all there is is conversation between you and the cavalry captain about everything and anything while weaving through the streets at evening. it ranges from topics of what made you fall for him, to his least favorite food, to your futures together. (those are examples; you don’t have to stick with them if you don’t want to!! :) )

if there’s anything you don’t like here, you can change it!! congrats on reaching such an awesome milestone; so proud of you!! :))

three things you do that makes him lose his cool.

in which kaeya just can’t deny that he’s in love— everything you do makes him lose his cool, when all he wants is to look cool for you.

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pairing.

kaeya x gn!reader

genre.

fluff

author’s note.

this was the first kaeya req after me complaining about not having any kaeya reqs so BLESS 😩‼️ i did change a small part about this request— but it’s still mostly the same !

and hadhshdh thank you 🥺🥺 i literally am astounded by how far this acc has gotten, and i do notice the people that frequently interact with my account. i may not actively reach out to y’all but just know that i appreciate you <33

other than that— flustered kaeya flustered kaeya flustered kaeya

there’s just something about you that makes kaeya lose his cool; his brain seems to stop working, and his typically smooth words become choppy and lose their blandish touch.

talking to you is like talking to another version of himself, yet you always garner a bigger reaction out of him, and seemingly without much effort. his flirtatious words are always deflected by you, and rather than recovering, he finds his mind reeling from shock. (or alternatively, his big admiration and awe for you.)

a struggle, truly.

he’s awfully aware of this now as the two of you walk side-by-side in an unusual silence, his lips pursed shut as he racks his brain of things to talk about— but ultimately falls short in the end. he’d caught you running some errands along his way to the tavern, and decided to join you despite your insistence that whatever you were doing was boring. he simply laughed at that, “you could never be boring, sweetheart,” falling off of his lips. it should’ve done the trick, but much to his dismay, his face was red and yours was not.

“of course i’m not,” you agree with him, a cheeky smile playing across your lips. his eye meets yours for a second, feign innocence swirling behind your irises, and he feels the beat of his heart thudding rapidly against his chest. “i’m sure you know, but it’s one of my many charms,” and with a wink, you stalk off with the bags of groceries placed in your arms.

this— it had affected kaeya more than he would’ve liked to admit. for a good five seconds, he stood there, stunned and staring at your retreating back. it wasn’t until you threw a quick look over your shoulder, raising a curious brow at him, that he snapped out of his small stupor. “i thought you were going to join me today,” you tell him straight, and he finds his feet moving on their own.

(one thing you do to make him lose his cool; your words, and how they seem to make his brain malfunction.)

now there you two were, shrouded in stillness. you didn’t seem to mind at least, as you were silently humming a familiar tune, with a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. he was now holding your groceries, snatching them up from your arms as soon as he’d caught up to you, silently gleaming to himself when you mutter a small, thank you. if his words can’t sway you, then surely, the little things he does will.

kaeya glances at you from the side, watching as you stare intently at the small list of to-do’s in your hand, eyes focused as you skim over the neatly written words. “what’s next on the itinerary?” he hums, leaning in close to you, and over your shoulder as he tries to take a glance for himself.

upon turning your head, it only then registers in your minds just how close the two of you were. it’s a little cringey, kaeya thinks to himself, how this moment feels like something straight out of a romance novel he’s read before. he’d always laughed at the over-dramatised words— about how time seemed to stop whenever your eyes would meet with that special someone.

as you two lock eyes in the moment, it truly does feel like time had stopped. the sounds of the bustle of the street is zoned out, the chatter of common folk turning into nothing, and all he could genuinely see was you. there’s an unreadable emotion swirling in your eyes, but he’s sure— absolutely, positively sure— that you can see just how much admiration his eye holds.

“your eyes are pretty,” you both mutter at the same time. there’s a small silence that follows afterwards, but you two burst out in small giggles in no time.

“i think,” kaeya starts, though avoiding your eyes. “that your eyes are prettier than mine. no— your eyes are prettier than mine.”

“at least tell me that when you’re looking at me,” you tell him in fake annoyance, a teasing lilt in the undertone of your voice as you speak. he simply huffs, trying to bite back the small grin that threatens to expose itself. “but please, do elaborate.” despite the embarrassment deep within him, you don’t have to tell him twice.

(second thing; your eyes. he finds himself drowning in them whenever he looks at you, whenever you tell him just how much you appreciate him.)

he’s staring, and he’s cognizant of that. in your hands is a small treat, a cream tart full of fresh berries and fruits, and he watches as you chip away slowly at the food. his eyes draw to the content smile on your lips after every bite, savoring and enjoying the sweet flavor the dessert provided.

you look up at him through your lashes, noticing as he stares intently at the food.

“say ah,” you tell kaeya, bringing a sample of a tart that sarah had given to you. he blinks in surprise, not expecting you to actually offer some of the food to him, let alone feed it to him yourself. you quirk a brow, gently waving the tart in his face, and he opens his mouth. the piece may have been too big, as parts of the cream gathers at the corner of his mouth, unable to fully eat it in one go.

he’s about to wipe at it with his gloves— until you grab his hands and stop him from doing so.

“let me get it for you,” you tell him, quickly rummaging through your bag for some extra tissues. your hands hold his face tenderly, tilting him towards you, before you wipe away at the remnants of the tart.

“thanks,” he says breathlessly, and you grin.

(third thing; your lips, and how his eyes gravitate to them whenever you smile.)

the sun is starting to set, and yet, kaeya feels himself wanting to spend more time with you. the walk to your house is short, as you didn’t live too far from the main shopping district of mondstadt. kaeya has an obvious pout on his face, and it takes all your might not to chuckle at the sight.

“fancy joining me for a real date, next time?” you ask him as you stand at the front of your door, and he could’ve sworn that a flustered blush was present on your face. though, he didn’t have much time to think about that— you turn your back to him just as quick, and he’s busy trying to think of the proper way to respond. “not— not that you have to say yes or anything. but... we have some good chemistry, yeah?”

“oh, yeah,” he answers dumbly, the words falling from his tongue faster than he could process them. so much for looking cool, kaeya thinks.

(he doesn’t need to look cool for you, he realizes quickly, because you seem to like him regardless. and in his book, that’s a total win.)