Jul. 4th, 2021 10:17 pm
Fanfic - drink less, cuddle more
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kaeluckaeTitle: drink less, cuddle more
Rating: t
words: 763
Content Warnings: alcohol use, sorta implied alcoholism, a bit of puking near the start
Summary: Kaeya had a bit too much to drink, and winds up at the Angel's Share, right into Dilucs (semi-unwilling) arms.
Notes: made this in 30 minutes while half asleep lmao, enjoy. also! v new to this sorta site, hope i did this right ^^
Kaeya swore, stumbling into some alley as he clutched at his head.
Oh he'd *definitely* had too much to drink, the hit he took to the head just earlier definitely wasn't helping.
What was he even planning on doing now? Where even was he? Too far from his place, that's for sure, but maybe he was close to somewhere safe he could drop by for a bit? The streets looked vaguely familiar, and he'd rather not pass out in some alley, he of all people knew just how unsafe places like this could be, no matter how they seemed.
His hand flew to his mouth, then the wall and his stomach as he bent over and puked up at least half of everything he'd had that night, feeling at least a smidge better after, if exhausted, and shitty, and also thirsty, and-
But nevermind that, he was intent on not getting caught stuck in an alley and barely able to tell left from right, too cliche for him. Now the roofs on the other hand...
He chuckled, starting to walk Very Normally to... wherever really, so long as it was warm, and he wasn't at risk of getting his throat cut or wallet stolen, or other possibly worse stuff.
He continued like that, humming bits and pieces of songs half forgotten under his breath until he managed to walk right into a door.
He stood there, blinking for a good few seconds before patting the door and apologizing. After, he opened the door and stumbled in, smiling at the familiar scents that graced his nose, pine, dandelion oil, smoke and fire, and alcohol of course be currently he was choosing to ignore that, his poor stomach would never forgive him if he had yet another drink.
He took a few steps, and promply tripped over a pushed over stool, or so he would say rather than saying he tripped over his own feet. Luckily, he didn't hit the floor, even more lucky for him, he landed on something warm and soft, with that wonderful smoky scent. He grabbed at it, trying to pull it as close to him as possible, pushing his head further into the fur and cloth.
As he did, he felt a sharp movement, and a cold puff of air on his head as he was made to stand properly and, unfortunately, pushed away from the wonderful warmth.
He grabbed at it again, trying to pull himself close again as he whined.
"Kaeya, how much have you drunk?" He heard a rather soft monotone voice ask.
He shrugged, frowning slightly at the sigh he got in response.
"Alright. Well you're coming with me, who knows how long you've been wandering around outside like this."
He opened his mouth, doing his best to remember how to speak, though all attempts failed as he was pulled back close to that sweet warmth and pulled along somewhere, he didn't really care where so long as he got to stay close.
Soon enough, he was pushed gently onto a bed, grumbling as his clothes were taken off, piece by piece. He grumbled, eye half closed as he halfheartedly tried to stop the other.
Another sigh.
"Quit it, it's just me. I doubt you'd want to go to sleep in this and mess it up, more than it already is at least. It can't be the most comfortable either."
He pouted, not able to deny that, and let him continue. It would let him be closer to the warmth too, which would be nice.
Soon enough, he was in just his pants and undershirt, feeling the bed dip as Diluc joined him. He immediately scooched over, snuggling close to him and throwing arm over his chest, quickly falling asleep.
Diluc ran a hand through Kaeyas hair, watching him in the dark.
He hated when Kaeya got this drunk, or just drunk in general really. It worried him to no end, the things that could happen to him, especially with how much and how often he drinks.
Moments like these were the best, when he was in his arms, sure to be safe. Or as safe as he could be, considering. If only it happened more with him sober rather than him stumbling in like this, though he glad it was him rather than some stranger who might have less than ideal plans for him in this situation.
He continued to run his fingers through Kaeyas hair, admiring him for a moment before kissing the top of his head, holding him close as he joined him in slumber.
Rating: t
words: 763
Content Warnings: alcohol use, sorta implied alcoholism, a bit of puking near the start
Summary: Kaeya had a bit too much to drink, and winds up at the Angel's Share, right into Dilucs (semi-unwilling) arms.
Notes: made this in 30 minutes while half asleep lmao, enjoy. also! v new to this sorta site, hope i did this right ^^
Kaeya swore, stumbling into some alley as he clutched at his head.
Oh he'd *definitely* had too much to drink, the hit he took to the head just earlier definitely wasn't helping.
What was he even planning on doing now? Where even was he? Too far from his place, that's for sure, but maybe he was close to somewhere safe he could drop by for a bit? The streets looked vaguely familiar, and he'd rather not pass out in some alley, he of all people knew just how unsafe places like this could be, no matter how they seemed.
His hand flew to his mouth, then the wall and his stomach as he bent over and puked up at least half of everything he'd had that night, feeling at least a smidge better after, if exhausted, and shitty, and also thirsty, and-
But nevermind that, he was intent on not getting caught stuck in an alley and barely able to tell left from right, too cliche for him. Now the roofs on the other hand...
He chuckled, starting to walk Very Normally to... wherever really, so long as it was warm, and he wasn't at risk of getting his throat cut or wallet stolen, or other possibly worse stuff.
He continued like that, humming bits and pieces of songs half forgotten under his breath until he managed to walk right into a door.
He stood there, blinking for a good few seconds before patting the door and apologizing. After, he opened the door and stumbled in, smiling at the familiar scents that graced his nose, pine, dandelion oil, smoke and fire, and alcohol of course be currently he was choosing to ignore that, his poor stomach would never forgive him if he had yet another drink.
He took a few steps, and promply tripped over a pushed over stool, or so he would say rather than saying he tripped over his own feet. Luckily, he didn't hit the floor, even more lucky for him, he landed on something warm and soft, with that wonderful smoky scent. He grabbed at it, trying to pull it as close to him as possible, pushing his head further into the fur and cloth.
As he did, he felt a sharp movement, and a cold puff of air on his head as he was made to stand properly and, unfortunately, pushed away from the wonderful warmth.
He grabbed at it again, trying to pull himself close again as he whined.
"Kaeya, how much have you drunk?" He heard a rather soft monotone voice ask.
He shrugged, frowning slightly at the sigh he got in response.
"Alright. Well you're coming with me, who knows how long you've been wandering around outside like this."
He opened his mouth, doing his best to remember how to speak, though all attempts failed as he was pulled back close to that sweet warmth and pulled along somewhere, he didn't really care where so long as he got to stay close.
Soon enough, he was pushed gently onto a bed, grumbling as his clothes were taken off, piece by piece. He grumbled, eye half closed as he halfheartedly tried to stop the other.
Another sigh.
"Quit it, it's just me. I doubt you'd want to go to sleep in this and mess it up, more than it already is at least. It can't be the most comfortable either."
He pouted, not able to deny that, and let him continue. It would let him be closer to the warmth too, which would be nice.
Soon enough, he was in just his pants and undershirt, feeling the bed dip as Diluc joined him. He immediately scooched over, snuggling close to him and throwing arm over his chest, quickly falling asleep.
Diluc ran a hand through Kaeyas hair, watching him in the dark.
He hated when Kaeya got this drunk, or just drunk in general really. It worried him to no end, the things that could happen to him, especially with how much and how often he drinks.
Moments like these were the best, when he was in his arms, sure to be safe. Or as safe as he could be, considering. If only it happened more with him sober rather than him stumbling in like this, though he glad it was him rather than some stranger who might have less than ideal plans for him in this situation.
He continued to run his fingers through Kaeyas hair, admiring him for a moment before kissing the top of his head, holding him close as he joined him in slumber.
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