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Title: Angel Pairing: Kaeya Alberich x Reader Word Count: 5.4k Warnings: Fight scene, Kaeya being a flirty little shit, vision bearer!reader Summary: You’re a new bartender with a questionable past, but Kaeya seems to find that interesting and offers you a tour of the city. There’s a lot he doesn’t know about you, though

Mondstadt was known for its drinking habits. Everyone outside of the nation knew it, and the people in the city itself were aware of it. Even those who didn’t live in its walls, just in its borders, were all too fond of the wine that was sold in every corner.

So you were shocked when you arrived in the city and found only two taverns. You pictured at least four.

However, they were both filled every night in the exact way you pictured. And you could notice exactly how full from behind the bar, where Charles was training you to make every drink under the sun.

Your employment was recent and sudden. You’d arrived in the city, with a fresh resentment towards your home nation, looking to settle somewhere else. With no work, and lucky enough to run into Charles when he needed some help carrying a few loose crates, he’d offered you a job as a junior bartender.

“I see Diluc hasn’t fired you, yet,” Rosaria walks in and notices you behind the bar, making the simpler drinks with ease.

She was a regular both at the tavern and in the church, given she worked there. She’d been in the past three days you had been working and seemed to hang around the bar without talking to many other people. She didn’t drink too much, maybe one bottle over the course of the night, and had gotten more talkative with every drink.

You smile, “I still haven’t met him. I doubt he knows I work here.”

Charles grunts from beside you as he mixes a Moonlit Alley, “if he hired more staff I wouldn’t have to do it myself.”

It was a little odd to not know your boss, but you also weren’t eager to. He sounded a little terrifying from what everyone said about it. Plus, you weren’t sure he’d like the idea of an ex-treasure hoarder working at his bar.

Charles, once you’d explained your situation, had been okay with it. You’d told him about taking the job without the details, being left behind by the group to take the fall for it, and then spending a month in jail. At least now it was a story to tell to people who asked about you. You wouldn’t have even had to resort to such sketchy jobs if it wasn’t for the fact that Liyue people weren’t eager to help someone without money.

Mora was the moral compass of your home nation.

“He’ll show up someday and figure it out,” Rosaria takes one of the empty bar seats, “until then, I’d like a bottle of dandelion wine.”

You had already been reaching onto the shelf behind you for her favorite, “you know, Rosaria,” you chuckle, “when someone who’s worked here for three days knows your usual, you may have a problem.”

“It’s not a problem until I can’t do my job,” she hums, uncorking it with one of her long finger guards, “if you think I have a problem, wait until you meet some of the people I work with.”

Charles hums, “is it the weekend already?” he asks.

“Sadly, it’s true,” Rosaria says glumly and takes a drink from her bottle, “I saw them on their way when I walked in.”

You look up from your mixing cup as you drop in a leaf of mint, “who?” you ask, “you guys sound like death is on his way.”

Charles shakes his head and pours the liquid from his own cup into a tall glass, “It’s just the knights,” he explains, “it’s their regular day. They can get a little…chaotic, at times. But it makes for good business.”

The Knights of Favonius. You hadn’t had much of a run-in with them since coming to the city, and you hoped to keep it that way. Every interaction you’d had with authority in the past had never been good, and you didn’t want to continue that streak. At least behind the counter, you would have less of a chance of smashing heads with them.

“At least we’re good for one thing.”

The door to the tavern opens loudly, creaking with the need for oil on its hinges. That voice is the first one that you hear of many as a group comes pouring into the doors. Sliding the drink you’d just made to its customer, you look up to see exactly how many people you were about to deal with.

Charles laughs, “I’m sure the owner would agree with you.”

The man approaching the counter gives a devious grin. He had deep blue hair, a long strip from the base of his neck draping over his shoulder, and one crystal eye exposed to the world. The other was covered with a black patch. He was dressed in expensive-looking clothing and accessories.

You knew he hadn’t been here in the last three days. You would remember the way he walked, like the world would bow to him if he asked.

“You’re here early,” he approaches Rosaria from behind, who doesn’t react to his appearance.

It seems she was the only one who didn’t care. You could see a group of female merchants in the back corner, whispering and giggling as they all looked toward him. He must be the talk of women in the city, the one everyone wants to grab the attention of.

Immediately, you turn to the next man who was waiting to have his order taken.

A drunk bard who went by Six-Fingered Jose. For whatever reason. You could tell he only had five fingers on each hand, and you didn’t dare ask about it.

“How can I help you?” You ask politely, ignoring the conversation the man and Rosaria were about the indulge in.

Jose hiccups, “one Love Poem,” he demands and then grins, “I’m very good at those, by the way.”

You give a smile, “as a bard, I’m sure you are.”

After getting put behind the bar with Charles, you learned quickly that you would be given a generous amount of tips if you pretended to be interested in whatever everyone had to say. Most of the time, that meant indulging in their flirting games and pretending they were wooing you. You weren’t the best at pretending to be invested in the conversation, but the drunker they were the easier it was.

“I have written a million love poems,” he assures you, “but Donna doesn’t want anything to do with them.”

You put a cup down on the bar, shaking the mixer in your hands, “I’m sure she will,” you say, not knowing who this girl was, “you just have to catch her ear enough to listen to them.”

He a solemn nod, as if you were giving him a piece of unforgettable advice, “maybe you’re right.”

Pouring the drink into his cup, you slide it in front of him to encourage him to take it and drop the conversation. And he does, practically shugging it as he walks away. The people of Mondstadt were known for their drinking, and you were starting to see why the longer you spent in the bar.

“Hello, there.”

You jump when you turn back the counter of customers and someone is leaning a little too close to the bar. The man with the eyepatch and the confidence of a king is looking at you, a smirk on his face. Charles is turned to the other side of the bar, making this side now yours to tend to.

“Hello,” you say, placing your mixer into the bowl of dirty dishes. You give a polite smile, “can I get you a drink?”

The man hums, “you’re a new addition to this place,” he comments and rests his chin on his hand, “I would’ve noticed you, I’m sure.”

Another flirt, you think bitterly. Of course, he was. He was pretty, and he knew it from the way he held himself. From the way Rosaria rolled her eyes, you wondered if this was a common occurrence with him. To flirt with any new face he sees.

“Three days new,” you agree, “still learning, so anything above my level I’ll get Charles.”

“I’d prefer something from you,” the man, name still unknown, says with a hum, “so surprise me.”

You shrug and turn around. If he wanted something you could make, then you knew exactly what to give him. You take one of the many bottles of dandelion wine off of the display shelf and turn around to place it on the bar in front of him.

You smile, “hope you like it, sir. Have a nice night.”

Rosaria gives a sound somewhere between a laugh and a scoff from the chair beside him, and his single visible eye seems to glint in the bar light. You wondered if anyone had ever turned down his advancements before, or if everyone fell to his feet when he used a voice as smooth as butter.

“Where have you been all my life?” He asks, grabbing the bottle from the counter.

Your smile is almost a mimic of his, “jail, mostly.”

The laugh from Rosaria this time is a little louder, a hint that the wine was starting to get into her system. He also laughs, though it's softer and almost like a song to your ears. He was good. Very good. What was he doing in a tiny tavern like this? Liyue would be overjoyed to have a man like him among them.

“Captain Kaeya,” Charles speaks from the other side of the bar, “I hope you’re not trying to scare off my help. Diluc is going to try soon enough, I’m sure.”

Captain Kaeya? You tried not to look too shocked by the title. He came in with the Knights, so it was obvious that he was with them. But the title Captain was a little higher than you were assuming he was at. Maybe your jail joke was a little too far.

Kaeya hums and turns his head to face your manager, “run away a pretty face like theirs? I’d never dream of it, Charles. I’m sure my brother is more than capable of that himself.”

And the brother of your boss? Archons, maybe you should just keep your mouth shut more often. You tried to play it off by not showing your embarrassment.

“Captain Kaeya?” You mention, reaching for the rag that was waiting to be used under the bar so you could clean out the dishes.

He turns back to you all too quickly, uncorking the bottle you had handed him. He takes a step away from the bar, giving a dramatic bow, still holding his drink.

“Cavalry Captain Kaeya, at your service.” He says and then brings himself back up to a standing position, “it seems we’ve spent time on opposite sides of the law, stranger.”

You frown and turn your back to him while grabbing the bucket of dirty dishes, “please ignore my last comment, then.”

“Why? It’s refreshing.”

“Oh Archons,” Rosaria says, “I can’t take this flirt-fest anymore, I’ll be anywhere else when you’re done.”

When you turn back around, she’s already walking away in the direction of the stairs. Probably up to the second floor, where not many patrons would go. But your eyes went back to Kaeya, who was taking a seat where she once was.

“I haven’t seen you here,” he repeats his comment from earlier, “when did Charles convince you to step behind the bar?”

There didn’t seem to be an out of this conversation. But if he wasn’t looking at you in disdain already, then you didn’t see what you could say that would turn him away. Plus, his complete attention seemed to be on you.

“Three days ago,” you admit and begin wiping out the mixing cups you guys had used.

Kaeya leans an elbow on the bar, and his cheek rests on his fist, “I hope the city’s been kind since you arrived.”

“It’s a lot better than where I’m from.” You admit with a polite smile. If this is who you ended up talking to, then you wouldn’t be complaining.

“And where would that be?”

“Is this an interrogation Captain?” You tease, blowing away the question with a smile, “I’ve never seen you here before, and you come in with nothing but questions.”

He hums, eye glinting and lifting his head from his hand, “is that not how you get to know someone? I’ll be here an awful lot from now on, so I think we should know each other.”

You figured he’d been going to the Cat’s Tail, the only other tavern in town, and had ventured in here for a change of pace. Maybe he would go back soon enough when he got tired of talking to you.

“Liyue,” you sigh an answer, “can’t say I enjoyed it though, or the people there.”

“Tragic,” he says, “how anyone could make an angel like you unwelcomed is beyond me.”

“Angel?” You laugh, “I just told you I’ve been to jail and you call me an angel?”

Kaeya gives a shrug and takes a drink from the wine bottle, “I like to think I’m a good judge of character,” the bottle swirls as he brings it away from his lips, “and everything about you screams gift from the archons to me.”

The heat that rises to your cheeks is almost instant, but you try to push it back down. This man definitely knew how to flirt, you’d give him that.

“So, Angel,” he keeps going with his nickname. Probably because you haven’t given him your actual name yet, “have you seen much of our city? If not, I’d be more than happy to spend my day off tomorrow showing you around.”

“You’re really going to extra mile,” you laugh and realize you’re getting to the bottom of the bucket of dishes, “do you offer everyone a personal tour?”

“Only pretty bartenders,” he says, “and Charles isn’t exactly my type.”

The laugh that escapes you is sudden and a little too loud for your comfort. It had been a while since you had actually laughed for any reason. You forgot how free it felt, and you tried not to let the blush on your cheeks get worse.

Picking up the last dish, you find yourself nodding, “you know what? Sure. I’d love for you to show me around.”

★★★★★★

Since you’d arrived, you’d been crashing at the Cat’s Tail Inn. If Angel’s Share had an Inn wing, you’d rather stay there. But you needed somewhere to stay until you had the mora to find a place in the city. Hopefully Margaret wouldn’t find out you worked for the competition.

The night had been spent talking to Captain Kaeya when you weren’t serving drinks with Charles. You ended up making him a Death After Noon when he finished his wine bottle, and the conversation continued until Charles called for last call.

Now you were preparing to spend a tour of the city with him. And, somehow, that was more nerve-wracking than a first day working at a tavern. You fussed over your clothes, something you didn’t have many of, and tucked away your vision under your top. Unlike many people here, you didn’t wear it out in the open. For no other reason than it didn’t match any outfit.

Kaeya was picking you up outside of the Inn this afternoon, in a few moments probably. You leave your room at the Inn, tapping your finger against your vision under your top for comfort.

“Bye, Rodger,” You pet the cat who sits at the top of the steps, “see you tonight!”

You shout a goodbye to Diona as you exit, the bartender hardly batting an eye at you. And then you’re out the front door, wondering if you would be a little early to the meet-up with Kaeya.

But he was already standing at the bottom of the front steps, leaning against the building as if he had been waiting for you. It catches you off guard.

“Oh,” you say, stopping on the steps, “I hope I’m not late.”

Kaeya looks up when you speak, and smiles when he sees your concerned expression, “I’m early, actually,” he assures you, “I was looking forward to spending time with you outside of the tavern.”

You descend the rest of the stairs, unsure of how to reply to his greeting for a moment. But he pushes off of the wall, and a hand comes from around his back. Between his thumb and forefinger is the stem of a Mistflower, its icy exterior melted and its blue center open and exposed.

“For you, Angel,” he says. How fitting, given his vision type.

Another blush that he brings to your cheeks. You take it with a smile and a bundle of nerves forming in your stomach. His nickname for you had stuck throughout the night.

“It’s Y/N,” you inform him, “you should probably know my name if you’re going to spend the afternoon with me.”

He seems to give your name a moment of thought, “beautiful, but I think I’ll stick with Angel.”

“Whatever works for you,” you shrug, though you can’t ignore the fact that the nickname makes you want to swing your legs like a teenager now that you’re hearing it outside of the musty tavern walls, “I have to admit, I didn’t think you were serious about giving me a tour.”

“I never joke about hospitality,” he says with a smile and holds out his arm for you to loop your own through, “it’s my top priority as Cavalry captain to make sure you feel welcomed.”

“You’re off to a good start,” you say as you latch onto his arm, still holding the flower he had given you.

With his free hand, Kaeya swoops in and snatches it from between your fingers. Before you can blink, its stem is slid between your ear and temple, decorating your hair with blue petals. Your stomach angrily flips and turns and threatens to make your knees go weak.

“Just wait until you see the time I have planned, then,” he assures you, “an angel deserves only the best.”

★★★★★★

Kaeya pulled out all the stops for your introduction to Mondstadt. From leading you around the city you haven’t had time to explore, showing you the cathedral and the statue of Barbados, to lunch at Good Hunter’s where he gave you the recommendation of the Sticky Honey Roast.

To now, when he’s leading you beyond the gates of the city to show you Windrise.

You had admitted to seeing the landmark, but didn’t have it in you to go and visit. Kaeya had told you this simply wouldn’t do.

“I’ll take you myself,” he says, “it’s a nice way to end the afternoon, wouldn’t you agree?”

So you two were walking past the guards, your arm looped through his and your flower still in your hair. When you pictured starting over, your immediate thought hadn’t been spending your afternoon with a handsome man, a Cavalry Captain. You figured it would be a while before you would feel comfortable enough with anyone.

“Captain Kaeya,” A knight at the door says as you two pass by, “there’s been an increase in hilichurl sightings close to the walls–”

“We’ll be fine, Swan, thank you.” He says, a stern tone in his voice when talking to his men.

“Yes, Captain,” he says and salutes as you two walk away from the safety of the walls.

You hum and watch the water of the lake as you walk above it. Ducks were floating along the water, and birds scattered as you walked over the bridge. It was still sunny, and there was a swift breeze around the two of you. The city of wind, you remind yourself. And freedom, the reason you had come so far in the first place.

“We’ll be fine,” Kaeya repeats to you, in a much gentler tone than he had said before. He seemed to have taken your silence as worry.

You shake your head, “I don’t doubt it,” you admit, “I’m just..admiring. It’s a beautiful city.”

“I suppose it is,” he says and takes you on a dirt road that you had passed on your way in a few days ago, “I guess I’ve just gotten bored of it. I’ve lived here my whole life.”

“A nice place to grow up,” you say, watching a squirrel scamper across the grassy fields that filled your line of sight, “Liyue is all mountains and vishaps around every corner.”

“An exciting life,” Kaeya chuckles, “I’m guessing a Vishap is what landed you behind bars, then?”

You laugh at the image. While you had multiple run-ins with the creatures, you tried to avoid them more than Treasure Hoarders. At least people can, sometimes, be reasoned with. Wild beasts were less likely to listen. When you were in that cell, though, you wished you would’ve taken on the vishaps instead of talking to that group.

“I’m afraid that’s my own fault.” You say, “when a man offers you a job with no details, don’t take it.”

“A hard lesson learned,” he ends his pushing of information there, and you’re grateful. He seemed like a kind man, Kaeya, but you were wary that giving more information would lead to him running and treating you like a criminal, “can you see the statue from here?”

He stopped you two on the top of a small hill, where you could see the Windrise tree like a beacon of hope. At its base was the statue of the Seven, of Barbados. It was glowing a faint blue, with a stone platform underneath it. At a distance, it was nothing short of beautiful. Your eyes shone as you watched its branches rustle and its crystal flies surround it.

“Wow,” you say, fingers twisting into Kaeya’s sleeve, “and you get used to this?”

He looks down at you, watching the way amazement takes over your features. The way your fingers clench onto his arm. And then he looks back at Windrise.

“Maybe not,” he says.

In the midst of both of you being distracted by the sight, no one noticed the being approaching on your side. Its red fur had seemed to be the top of a dendro slime for a moment, just a bundle that would leave you alone if you didn’t bother it first. And then it made a noise.

“Woooo!” There’s a burst of bright orange, and it’s suddenly directly beside the two of you.

An Abyss mage.

Kaeya’s arm twists away from your grip, and he’s grabbing you before you can even register what had suddenly appeared. He throws you back, behind him, and lifts his sword as a ball of fire is being thrown toward the two of you.

The ice coating his sword extinguishes the flames before they can touch him or you and the ice melts from the blade. You hadn’t even seen him reach for the weapon.

With an arm around your waist, and the other lifting his weapon, he looks back at you. His visible eye is darker than usual, his star-like pupil blown out in adrenaline. You can feel his entire body tense from where you are pressed against his side.

“Are you okay?”

“Um…yeah,” you say, looking over his shoulder at the mage.

It’s laughing up a storm, bouncing from foot to foot as it watches the two of you. It’s waiting for him to strike back, you realize. These things, while known, weren't very common in Liyue. Maybe the nation was just too big for them to be seen by travelers, or maybe they just liked the windy city better. You’d never seen one in person before.

Kaeya looks back at it as well before saying to you, “stay here, Angel.”

You opened your mouth to protest. To say you didn’t need to be protected. But his arm untwists from your waist, and he’s facing the opponent like a Captain. While Cryo wouldn’t be the best match against Pyro, you know you would be better. He didn’t know about your vision, though.

The mage whirls as Kaeya shoves the point of his sword in its direction. A stream of ice flies from it, coating the grass around them and almost piercing the mage itself. But it jumps, and a sheer bubble surrounds it. The ice bounces off and coats more grass instead.

The mage clearly had its sights set on Keaya, who was the only visible threat. You try not to think about the fact that you would think he looks very attractive if it weren’t for the fact that he was protecting you. The way his eyes are steeled over and focused, or the way his sleeves seem to strain to hold on around his biceps.

Okay, you could admit that he was attractive. But it's not the time to dwell on that.

Kaeya dodges its blasts of flames in an instant, an ice train following him as he chips away at the mage’s shield. And you wait until the mage has it’s back to you until it’s unaware of your existence completely.

And that’s when you decide to strike. Purple electricity tickles your palms, and the vision under your top is burning with a comfortable warmth. It felt like using another limb as if you were born with it and not gifted it in a moment of terror. With your hands extended, and your fingertips dancing with electricity, you focus your aim on its shield.

Sadly, your catalyst was left in your room at the Inn. Using your own body to channel the power of a vision would be more painful than using an object, hence why no one ever did it. But if you could land a good hit, you would only need to do it once. All it would leave you with was stinging hands.

The mage whirls and you see Kaeya glance behind the mage, where you were supposed to stay put. And before he can register that you’re glowing purple, a shot of lightning emits from your hands.

Directly in the center of the shield. And it disappears, the mage tumbling to the ground in confusion. It grumbles in an unknown language.

While Kaeya would undoubtedly be confused, he’s a trained knight. He keeps his focus on the fight, and easily finishes off the vulnerable mage. While you shake out your hands to the side, you remind yourself to never leave unarmed no matter how safe you felt.

“Y/N,” Kaeya speaks your real name for the frist time since he’d met you the previous knight.

You look back at him, and the finished Mage that was dissolving into embers as he spoke approached. You patted yourself on the back mentally for your good aim. It was a quick fight. And one that didn’t end in any injuries.

Kaeya’s hands reach for your own, which you were still shaking as if that would make the sting go away, “you’re hurt.”

“Hardly,” you say with a reassuring smile. Your palms, which his eyes are glued to in examination, are an irritating red as if you were sunburned. Lesson learned when it comes to being armed, “are you okay?”

His blue eye turns up to your face for a second, going back to look at the vision that’s still glowing brightly under your shirt from its use. And then he looks back at your face and gives the smallest of laughs.

“I’m fine,” he says, “do your hands hurt?”

“It’ll be okay by my shift tonight.” You say and go to take your hands away from his. But he doesn’t allow your hands to go free, instead holding tighter and running his thumbs over the red skin.

A thin sheet of ice covers your hands, like a cooling pack. Your tense shoulders seemed to relax when the slight pain subsided. Kaeya is shaking his head with that smirk on his face, though it seemed to be less teasing and more impressed now.

“You’re a vision bearer,” he states the obvious and lowers your hands, still holding onto them between your bodies, “Angel, you are one surprise after another.”

You try not to stare at his hands holding his, and instead look up at his face, which had relief painting its features.

“You’ll get bored of it,” you tease, referring to his comment about the monument you were supposed to be seeing right now.

“I could never,” he says and then drops your hands. But his touch doesn’t end there.

Instead, he reaches out to put his around your waist like it had been when he’d pulled you out of danger. The thin sheet of ice on your hands melts, dripping from your skin onto the grass below you. Your cheeks were heating up again, something he was very good at making happen.

“I should get you to a healer. It’s dangerous to use a vision without a weapon.” He tries to turn the both of you around to the city.

You reach up, adjusting the flower back to a comfortable place in your hair, and plant your feet firmly on the ground, “I was promised a tour of Windrise, Captain,” you remind him, “you’re not backing out because of a little scrap, are you?”

He looks down at his side, where you’re stubbornly refusing to move. His grip on your waist is tightening, as if he’s not sure if you’re truly okay. And his clouded gaze, looking from your face to your burned hands in contemplation.

“I’m okay,” you laugh and assure him of this small fact. One of your hands reaches up, gently resting the warm skin against his cheek, “I swear. Come on, Kaeya, let’s finish the tour, and then you can lead me wherever you want.”

Here comes the mischievous glint that seemed to live within him at all times, “a dangerous promise to make, Angel.”

“Head out of the clouds,” you warn and take your hand away from his face, “at least take me to dinner first.”

“Lunch wasn’t enough?” He laughs and begins leading you back in the direction of Windrise.

“Not for what you’re wanting, I’m sure.”

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