Imagine: Critical Hit! You’ve been critically injured, how will they react, and more importantly, will you survive?

Imagine: Critical Hit! You’ve been critically injured, how will they react, and more importantly, will you survive?

✦ Characters: Kaeya, Itto, and of course Y/N!
✦ Possible Triggers: Angst, Blood, Mentions of grief and death.
✦I live for angst my friends >:) I’ll write more fluff soon though to ease the pain <3
✦Part 2 will be linked here when done, it will likely have Diluc, Albedo, and Childe!

✦Kaeya

You were a capable, quick witted knight so when you had asked Kaeya to join his squadron, he didn’t hesitate to allow you to join his ranks. Blending nicely with your peers, it had been a smooth transition into a strong section of the knights.

There was only one tiny problem, you were quick to jump into dangerous situations if you thought that Kaeya needed your help. When asked why you did this, you always answered something about loyalty and that you’d do the same for anyone else, but it was clear that you were literally putting your life at risk for a man who hadn’t returned your advances yet.

Truly, Kaeya had planned to talk to you about this, to warn you about your behavior. To look at your sweet, determined eyes and explained that he’s easily able to hold his own in battle and that you didn’t need to go to such lengths to protect him, but that chance never seemed to come up yet. Perhaps he had avoided it? He had to admit, it was always a bit cute to but in the heat of a battle and hear frantic footsteps followed by a shout, “Just wait on me Kaeya, I’ll help you!”

Yet, those thoughts were the last thing on his mind right now, his frame leaned against the bar of Angel’s Share, a wonderfully crafted ale in front of him. While he was supposed to be reporting for duty right now, he knew that nobody would complain if he was an hour or so late. He lifted the glass, taking a few sips and was about the order another before the door to the tavern was slammed open, the wooden hinges creaking a bit.

“Sir!” An obviously distressed knight was out of breath as he approached the Cavalry Captain, “we’ve been looking for you for ages!” he spoke in a frantic tone, causing Kaeya to immediately put his drink down and place more than enough Mora on the bar to cover his tab.

“Am I that important suddenly?” he tried to muse over their worries, but the lower-ranked knight was quick to continue. “We were worried because we got a ransom letter demanding mora for your return from captivity.” Well, obviously Kaeya wasn’t in captivity.

Kaeya couldn’t help but shrug a little, seeming to not understand why this was such a big deal until he seemed to connect the dots, “Archons, [Y/N] went didn’t she?”

All it took was a breathless nod from the knight for Kaeya to spring into action.

Whenever you heard the news you couldn’t believe it, Kaeya had always talked about how strong he was! But somehow he had been captured and taken as leverage by the Fatui? Your ears didn’t want to believe what they were being told, but the letter in front of you and your pounding heart didn’t want to leave anything up to fate.

That’s why, whenever Jean desperately tried to smooth over your worries and compel you to stay within headquarters, you were quick to turn around and leave. It’s not that you didn’t respect her, you really did, but you cared for Kaeya more and if you were the only one going to save him then, so be it.

The fight had been going on for far too long now, you were tired beyond belief, you had originally tried talking to them like a diplomat but whenever you didn’t offer any mora words fell upon deaf ears. Really, you did enjoy a good fight, but you weren’t sure if this would be considered one.

A mirror maiden was enjoying trapping you within her ice while an electrohammer vanguard and a pyroslinger bracer seemed to take turns inflicting you with their designated elements. To be honest, it hurt like living hell, and with each step you took, it felt like your body was burning.

They refused to tell you where Kaeya was, possibly if your judgment was better you would’ve abandoned the personal rescue mission. Yet, in the back of your mind, you thought about Kaeya getting the same treatment as you, and that thought alone was enough to allow you to block their relentless attacks.

“Where is he!? Just tell me please!” You parried successfully as you asked, but there was a falter in your steps for a moment, stumbling back against the dirt some of it kicking up into your eyes. The larger vanguard took this opportunity, landing a critical hit on you and the hammer sending pulses of electricity through your veins as your body fell to the ground.

Your eyelids were fluttering violently and it felt like you didn’t have much control of your body, you didn’t know why you felt warm and wet but you did as your body lay on the dirt. You were desperate to push yourself up but you couldn’t muster the strength.

The scuffling of feet and desperate yelling were causing your ears to ring, forcing your eyes to open you looked through the haze at Kaeya himself defeating them rather quickly, though it seems he sustained injuries as well.

You thought you had only closed your eyes for a moment, but when you opened them again, his face was in front of yours, an icy orb gazing worriedly at you. “Kaeya,” your voice was barely above a whisper, and whenever you spoke it hurt something inside your chest.

“I’m..I’m so glad you’re safe,” this single sentence caused tears to flow from Kaeya as he overlooked your body, he was desperately trying to mend your wounds but he was only trained on fighting, not healing. “Stop talking! Barbara, Jean, and some other knights should be here soon, they can help you better than me!”

His words were desperate as he clung to your hand, sneakily having a finger kept on your wrist to feel your fleeting pulse. He was scared, the guilt coursing through his veins leaving him almost numb in his brain as he stared at the near corpse of you on the ground. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry [Y/N].”

You gave him a weak smile, shaking your head though the pain seemed unbearable as you did, “You have nothing to be sorry for, love,” you gave a small sigh as your eyes seemed to focus on the background before closing. Kaeya’s heart racing, he shook your shoulders, desperately calling your name over and over.

When Barbara and Jean arrived Kaeya was inconsolable, his words spitting at them like venom.

“What do you mean you can’t do anything? Jean, help her!”

Jean sighed softly, placing a hand on Kaeya’s shoulder, “Kaeya, she’s already dead.”

✦Itto

It was no lie that there were tensions between people and oni, stereotypes were strong and some people just refused to let go of prejudice. Whenever you first were open about your relationship, people had openly asked you why and if he had coerced you in some way which you had taken great offense to.

You tried desperately to convince them that Itto was actually a great man who treated you better than most humans had, but there was still a belief that in some way you had been forced into this relationship.

Itto honestly didn’t seem to care much, he simply laughed off most things, but if anyone were to ever say anything to insult you it was like they had committed the worst crime in the universe.

Somehow, you hadn’t noticed the growingly dark intentions behind some of the human’s words, saying that they didn’t want ‘half-breeds’ within their world in the coming future thanks to you.

This is what had led to your current situation, taken from your home in the middle of the night, being tied up, and brought to a hidden chasm in the depts of Inazuma.

Your neighbors had watched as you were dragged from your home, kicking and screaming. They couldn’t help but feel sympathetic to your struggles, their love had too be questioned, albeit not to this extent. This is why, whenever they made their way to Itto, they were quick to explain the situation to the man who loved you.

“They what?!” his voice was booming, his hair was standing on ends with stress as he looked at the two humans in front of him, confused as to why they didn’t help you but he didn’t bother to ask. “Where is she?”

Your struggles were harsh and as you were dragged down, you bit at the hand of your captors, causing them to yelp before retailing with a harsh slap against your previously untainted cheek.

“We wouldn’t have to do this if you didn’t get involved with him,” they chided as you were momentarily freed from the ropes that had kept you imprisoned. “Stop struggling,” a burly man grasped your arm as he forced you towards a wooden totem in the corner of the room.

“Then don’t do this!” your confusion about the situation only caused your struggles to be more frantic as you desperately tried to free yourself from his grasp.

As you were tied to the pole, your mind was running wild with scenarios, your anxiety growing with each passing second. That’s why, whenever your captors approached you with cans of fire starter and a match you were horrified, “No, no, do not do this please,” you begged them as they poured the stinking liquid over you and the pole.

They didn’t say anything, simply believing that they were doing the right thing as they lit the match and then evacuated immediately, knowing that if the fire didn’t kill you then the smoke certainly would.

Screams of agony were echoing from the cave entrance as your captors disappeared into the night. Your clothes were getting charred along with the heat emitting towards your skin at a rapid pace. Once the fire started to creep along your skin, you couldn’t help but continuously cry out, your tears doing nothing to ease the flames as they ate away at your skin.

Itto was sprinting into the cave, your screaming only quickening his pace. The smoke was thick and he could smell burning flesh, whenever he reached the opening he saw the wall of fire that surrounded you. Self-preservation wasn’t a word in his dictionary as he made his way to you, sprinting and jumping through the flames before grabbing your now slumped-over frame.

“[Y/N]?” He slapped lightly at your face, realizing that you had probably passed out from the pain, he was quick to pick you up, “C'mon, I’ve gotta get you outta here,” he knew you couldn’t hear him, but he was desperate to provide any comfort to you. Coughing from the thick smoke and sprinting out of the cave, not caring about the burns that now were all over his exposed skin.

He was quick to rush you back into town into your parent’s home where they had been waiting, you were still out cold and your pulse was fleeting as he examined where your clothes had melted into your skin. He was scared to touch you, to hurt you in any way, but for now, you were alive and in front of him.

Your parents were frantic with trying to contact the right people and by some stroke of luck, Kokomi was within the area and could provide her services.

Throughout the night, both she and Itto provided intensive care to you, multiple times you were on the brink of death and they had to desperately pull you back off the ledge. Once stabilized, you would regain consciousness and whimper in pain, trying desperately to speak but from inhaling the spoke it burnt to talk, simply only being able to say Itto’s name.

He would shush you softly, pushing back the hair from your face and offering water that Kokomi had nearly sprinted, tripping over herself to get.

“I’m here hun, I made it in time.”