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₊˚ෆ 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌. | kaeya, diluc, alhaitham, ayato x gn!reader

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Kaeya has been growing busier recently.

With the return of several reconnaissance missions, all sorts of paperwork have been shoved onto the poor man, and he's spent every free hour away from his desk unwinding at Angels Share, where instead of getting pestered, he's pestering any person close enough to hear his words.

"I miss them..." He mumbled to no one in particular, swirling the deep reds of the wine in his glass, pressing his cheek against the wooden counter. His voice denied his dubious sobriety, and his hazy gaze certainly wasn't helping his case.

The bartender just sighed, clearly fed up with Kaeya's drunk antics, and turned to the crestfallen man while clearing away the bottles he's downed in the past two hours. "Your lover? Why not just go see them?"

"..." Silence was the only answer from the male as his mouth dropped slightly ajar, his eye sparkling with realization. That's right, why couldn't he? Ignoring the jarring fact that it was well past a reasonable bedtime, he slammed his cup down on the table, before stumbling out the door. The path to your place was well-trodden and familiar, winding along the perimeter of Mondstadt's walls and a cozy place to all. Kaeya could've sworn all he did was blink once or twice, yet he had already found himself with his hand raised, knocking on the wood of your door. There was quiet, then the soft steps of your sleepy footsteps. The door creaked open, and he practically flung himself at your pajama-wearing form, engulfing you in an embrace as he buried his head into the crook of your neck.

"K-Kaeya?" Your body swayed from the sudden weight, and you hesitantly returned the gesture, wrappping your arms around his lower torso. He mumbled into your skin, unintelligible sounds that just made your ears burn. "Hey, you reek of alcohol, just where have you-"

"Ugh, you're too loud." His voice was low, breathy, and he slowly walked into your house, closing the door behind him. "I just wanted to see you. Cuddles please, love?" He's drunk, it's clear from the red flush dusted across the cheeks and the way he stares, practically mesmerized by the sight of you.

You couldn't even form a coherent thought, let alone an argument. With a sigh, you dragged his limp self to the bedroom, covering him in blankets and pillows before cuddling up next to him. "Happy?"

"No, I asked for cuddles. C'mere." And just like that, you're trapped in his sturdy arms, and he let out a content exhale as he snuggled himself into your form.

"Warm. Can't we just stay like this for tonight, love?" ₊˚ෆ

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Diluc always came home late.

It's no surprise that Mondstadt's everyday occurrences and trifles kept him away from where he longs to be the most, and the fact that he's secretly Mondstadt's Darknight Hero wasn't exactly aiding him in this predicament. He let out a long sigh, rearranging the papers on his desk, and ignored the ink splatters that had gotten on his sleeves. His red eyes scanned the world past the large windows, the sun overhead shining down on the grape fields below. In just a few months, harvest season would arrive, and then the whole estate would be bustling with activity. Just thinking about it made his head hurt.

A walk would do him some good. As work-centered of a person he was, it wouldn't do him any well to keep himself glued at his desk for countless archon-forsaken hours on end. He stepped out into the hallway, only to pause in his place as he spotted you, glancing around in confusion with a wicker basket dangling from your hold. All questions flew out of his head as he approached you from behind, pulling you into a back hug. "Love, what are you doing here?"