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cephei-ea · 1 year

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Genshin - Argument pt2

Characters: Diluc, Ch*lde, Dainsleif

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Synopsis: You walked out after an argument and the guys are a mess

Warnings: cursing, mentions of assault, mugging, car crash and murder/kidnapping, ch*lde content, no HCs for this one sorry😔 Can be read as a stand alone but it may be confusing, refer to part one for a full experience. (Argument, genshin 2)

A/N: can you tell i rushed the fuck out of this after realizing how long it’s been since this was requested? This is not my best writing I have to admit my heat wasn’t in it for some reason and I’ve been super busy. I was hit by some old man in a sedan a few weeks ago and I only recently healed so I just finished. Enjoy

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Diluc

Diluc ripped the blazer pulled taut around his strong torso off and discarded it haphazardly on the floor below. The material clacked together and landed with a dull thud with its weight in front of the fire. He stood, ripping his gloves off of his hands and loosening the shirt constricting his airway.

He hadn’t experienced true panic in a long time but the thought that you were most absolutely pissed off with him gave him chills that ran violently through the vertebrae of his spine. The fact that you up and left, intensified those chills. He was unsure whether you would be back tonight, next week or ever at all, but even considering entertaining the idea of you never returning to him made his blood boil beneath his veins despite his years upon long years of steeling himself and building walls up around himself. In his mind, you could do no wrong and if his dear lover had deemed it necessary to leave the house because something he said that had stung so badly, it must have been true that he deserved it.

Ripping the leather gloves from his hands, his skin crawled at the image of your back facing him. At the idea that you were somewhere he couldn’t find you and that you could have been in immense danger. At the sour, fist clenching reminder that despite the long hours of search he conducted for you, it proved inadequate, Diluc slammed his hands aggressively against the nearby ebony console stand. In one swift, yet piercingly angry motion, Diluc had belted every set of papers, folder, candle and any other item on the surface, to the floor. The crimson seeping from his hand did not cease for a moment and instead smeared against the wood of the console stand. The fire wielder dragged a hand through his unruly red hair and found that the knots building in his locks had become out of control. The hair tie used to keep his hair from his face was proving inadequate after so many hours of running and panicking.

Finally, after nearly ten minutes of trashing his office and then another 30 spent roaming the winery aimlessly in search of the strongest liquor he had and knocking down anything in his way, Diluc sat down at his couch. With his messy thoughts and scrambled heart, the building was left in total shambles.

The fire in front of him was dimming, the numbness and amnesia it’s bright light and the buzz from the alcohol he managed to dig up gave him, at once began to fade. Luckily, with his worried heart and a pounding headache, the world favored Diluc and allowed him to find sleep. Though his rest was all but pleasant, Diluc awoke a much more sane man. His irrationality from the previous night of delirium had worn off and he was ready to ask around for you. Call in as many favors as he needed.

Against his plans and his wishes, before the redhead could manage to sit up, an aggressive, dull pounding emerged beneath the skin of his forehead. He fell immediately back onto the couch, gripping his head, skin wrinkled with pain. For a moment, Ragnvindr did not attempt to so much as open his eyes again until he was sure he wouldn’t fall on his ass or vomit the second he watched the world spin. What woke him, albeit the pain all over his body and the protests his muscles screamed at him, was the sound of the doors to the winery opening.

Had he lost his mind?

Diluc must have lost his mind.

The maids and butlers wouldn’t be here for another hour or two and the building, still, was a mess. To say the least. He shot up from his seat, praying that when he turned to the door, he would find a servant that arrived early, rather than a customer.

Not only were his expectations not met, but they were far, far exceeded at the same time. Instead, Diluc found himself staring at you as you gaped at the mess burdening the building. Your jaw all but dropped, wide eyes staring at the shattered glass of a vase he swore he liked when you asked him, papers and an old telephone from an antiques store you two visited in your free time left forgotten on the floor. Everywhere. Looking up, you noted that Diluc himself, had been mirroring his panicked mind in the state of his winery. His hair was ruffled and knotted, clothes from the night prior still glued to his body.

“Diluc what the hell happened!? Did someone break in!?” You shouted, kneeling in front of a flower vase nearby and lifting it back into place. You liked that one, thankfully it was intact. A painting of you two in your 2 year long honeymoon phase was tilted on the wall. “I leave for five minutes, Diluc!! What happened to you, why are you bleeding!?” The vase as well as the painting, however, were both quickly forgotten. You instead lent your focus to your lover, crawled out of the couch and staring at you like you weren’t real. A thick white wrapping of bandages covered your abdomen, wrapped around your waist and the smallest of patches of red had seeped through the side. Where the glass shard from earlier had hit you. Dilucs mouth hung agape, he couldn’t find the words to say to you before you were kneeled before him. Using your strength to gather him in your arms and help him up. Though it didn’t require much effort on your part, Diluc could feel you picking up the pieces right in front of him. The pieces of his heart that had dropped when you left. He was quick to wrap his muscle corded arms around your neck and hold you against him.

“I’m... so sorry.” He didn’t lift his head in fear that if he did, you would be reminded of what he did, and leave him again. “Don’t go. Please, don’t.” The red head was only put at ease when he felt your secure arms hold him back. And though your hands didn’t reach far enough to touch around his back, Ragnvindr had never felt so at home and so relieved than in your warm embrace. He finally allowed a sniffle to escape him; but was sure to block you from the view of the countless tears slipping down his cheeks. “Where- where can I go without you?” This failed, however, as it was all too clear that you’d heard his quiet sobs of relief and the desperation in his voice. The last question in his mind was whether or not you would forgive him or not. Whether or not you could move on and forgive his outburst. The fit of rage that had left a small gash on your abdomen. And even if you could find it in your heart to accept his apologies, Diluc knew this night would be branded into his memory with a hot iron rod. His fingers tightened against your clothes and the knight could swear he felt his knees weaken when he saw the blood staining your side. How could he ever recover from this? From such a wicked sin? He couldn’t, for once, imagine the day he would forget hurting the single most important person to him. The idea itself was so repulsively vile that his stomach tighten with the weight of his actions. He gently pressed his hand against the wound, through the pain seeding through his own skin. “Darling, I don’t have the words.” He shied from your gaze, constantly blinking away the tears that threatened to spill again. What could he say to you? How could he know what you were thinking?

“Okay- okay, Diluc come here.” You placed a hand against his and gently pried it from your side, instead placing your lips against his knuckles when you felt the tremble beneath his skin. And the crimson dripping down his arms and outlining his veins. “It’s alright-“

“It’s not. It’s not alright.” He suddenly spat, eyes having softened upon watching as you forgave him.

“Diluc it’s okay. I wouldn’t lie to you, alright?” The knight latched onto your hand so tightly, you feared it might have fallen off, should he have let go. “It’s okay.” Small sniffles, and another sob erupted from your ever stoic lover. Finally the walls of the strongest man you knew were coming down and you were awaiting readily to gather him in your arms and accept every apology he chanted.

Ch*lde

As soon as Tartaglia’s key alights his car with its colored LEDs, the gas pedal is nearly floored. You couldn’t have gotten far, surely. Surely, you were okay with all of the snow and slush caking the concrete roads at this ungodly hour. Surely, you would have kept a level head while driving and ensured your own safe. All the same, Childe gripped the steering wheel like it was keeping him from losing his shit. That it was. His eyes, burning bright and blue searched every bus stop, every bench, every dark sidewalk where you may have stopped.

“Crash reported ahead.”

His navigation blared, pumping a newfound level of fear into the blood of his popping veins. He never imagined a few words could end with the love of his life running in search of escape from him, of all people. That it could have resulted in the possibility of losing you so suddenly. That the consequence to his mistake would have been so grand. The ginger ground his teeth to dust, pressing on the gas until he was doubling the speed limit. Still, not a gust of a wind of your presence or merely your scent, whatsoever. Nevertheless, his speed did not hinder him from checking the car parked on the side of the road, it’s hood decimated horribly by a girthy tree. The second he did not recognize the vehicle, he sped on, sighing a breath of relief he had no idea he’d held in until the moment it escaped him. Childe could not comprehend all of the terrible things that might have happened to you in this cold, icy weather. Nor did he want to. The guilt from his having said something cruel enough to make you leave crushed him under its weight alone. The ginger wanted to pull out his hair. Might something have happened to you during the time which you were meant to be under his protection, his worries would not have lied with his reputation. But in the fear that you would not return to him.

Childe slammed his hand against the steering wheel, blaring his horn at a slow car in front of his. He didn’t have time for this. No time to wait for you. No time to wait on this perfectly sane person. No time to be waiting around for you as if you’d fall into his hold once again. He could not, Childe opted, give you the time to consider leaving him because you really would this time.

“Piece of shit.” He seethed through his teeth, swerving past the small Sudan as soon as a clearing to the side of the road opened wide enough. And it astounded him above all else, really, how fast you must have been going to have avoided his sights for so long. The wind howled, the blizzard seemed to pick up significantly, ice and snowflakes blaring at his window. It took the ginger all too long, too much driving, too much fear, too much gas to finally catch sight of the car you’d taken. Seeing it, a newfound relief washed over him like a tidal wave and he floored the gas pedal again. Childe thanked the good heavens that the freeway the two of you had entered was fairly unoccupied. Between the cars and the lanes of the road came opportunity for the ginger to swerve skillfully between tanks of metal in order to finally approach yours. You were quick to make your exit not long after, however. He was glad you didn’t seem to notice his car following you but as he thought about it, Childe hadn’t thought about what he would do when he found you. At the time of his chase, he had been too panicked to decide on how he would get you back home to him.

The car you’d picked came to a stop in front of the ocean. Though you couldn’t see the moon nor the stars, the blizzard seemed to have calmed momentarily. Hopefully, you thought, long enough to dip your toes in the freezing sea water and distract your mind from the screams of the argument you hadn’t resolved.

Childe watched you exit the car slowly, hair blowing wildly in the wind and frost almost instantly forming on the soft locks of your hair. You hadn’t expected it, despite the weather, to be so difficult to move your legs. To step away from the car you two shared and in your mind, just one step farther from a solution with your lover. Walking away from that car was like walking away from him, so your lead-heavy legs worked like steam engines to push you forward with your hesitation. It did not pass the harbinger how you had removed your shoes and left them in the car, reddening your toes and making your fingers tremble from the sheer cold. His panic hadn’t dissolved, however, and Childe struggled to unbuckle himself as quickly as possible. His lithe fingers fumbled hurriedly against his buckle and the car door handle. He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Fortunately for him, you stopped dead in your tracks the moment you heard his car door shut behind you. With wide eyes meeting his, you paced backwards.

How did he find you? You didn’t know. You thought you’d been sure you sped enough to escape him, even if he’d followed right after you (which you weren’t actually expecting). Just as quickly as you met his eyes, he’d sped to you so quickly you couldn’t back up. Childe looked livid, volatile and like if you said the wrong thing, he would turn red and explode. So you kept your mouth tightly shut when he picked you up and quite literally shoved you into his passenger seat. Finally sitting beside you once more, he looked to you, the windshield, down at his lap and back to you again. His hands trembled, unsure of whether to touch you, support his pounding head or slam against the wheel in frustration.

“What are you thinki-…. What were you thinking!!!???” Childe screamed at you, wiping a palm against his mouth in an attempt to calm himself. “Can you even fathom how afraid I was!? There is a Snezhnayan blizzard out here right now and you want to hit, what, 110 on the fucking highway!!?? Are you out of your mind!?” His eyes were red, a sudden change from his blue irises. “What if you crashed!!?? Huh!!?? What the fuck do I-…” he covered his mouth for a moment before continuing. “What am I supposed to do? If I can’t find you one day?” His tone was soft now, cold and shaky hands gripping the steering wheel like a vice and head resting against his forearms.

“You’re yelling at me again?” You spoke after many too moments of silence but Childe didn’t so much as lift his head. “Is this how you want it to be? Constantly screaming and cursing at each other over things that can be prevented?” You were sick of seeing merely his orange tuft of hair. How could you get him to meet your gaze? “How do you think I’ve felt for months now, Tartaglia?” The ginger immediately shook his head and for once leaned back into his seat.

“Don’t say that. Don’t call me that. That’s not my name.” The harbinger was long past recognizing his mistakes. His issue now was his guilt. Because, yes, he definitely knew how you felt. Those nights coming home half breathing had flown past him. Never would he have thought that they affected you so deeply, had you not said something. And at those times when he was so very tired, so very sore and ultimately craving sleep and nothing more, screams of displeasure and fear from his lover we’re of his least concern. He imagined you felt the same way at that moment. Listening to him scream about how you could have died had the highway not been so fortunately empty was likely nothing but a passing nuisance to you now. Hearing his harbinger name form on your tongue cut deeper than any wound he’d earned in battle. That name was reserved for those he did not trust and those who did not care for nor trust him either. The only name his ears craved to hear you speak was Childe, Ajax or a pet name. Now after such a long day and so much stress and screaming and driving, Childe swore he was going to have a heart attack if you continued using that godforsaken name of his.

“Try again. Maybe an apology, Tartaglia- why don’t we start with th-” you retorted, unprepared for him to cut you off with yet another scream.

“-That’s not my name!!!” He still wouldn’t opt to meet your eyes but you could tell he craved to with how his head shook. “I’m sorry. Okay, I’m sorry.” Finally his eyes were visible and you leaned forward to put yourself in his line of sight. Hesitant but relieved you didn’t seem angry, Childe finally complied. “I didn’t know it was so important and I brushed it off because I really didn’t think much of it. I’m sorry. I’m sorry, if I knew it pained you this much I never would have ignored you.” He fought a small battle in his mind. Whether to try and grab your hand and selfishly soothe his own nerves with the softness of your skin or to allow you to come to him. He placed his shaky hand open in front of you, fingers bent and aching to enclose around yours. “Please. Don’t use that name.” If it made him feel like he’d lost you, it was clear you did not care. But when you placed your hand in his scarred palm, his fingers reacted like the teeth of a Venus flytrap and ensured you could not let go of him. He’d felt so sure of himself when he thought that you were overreacting when you scolded him for returning home hardly alive. Of course while it was clear to him how dangerous his line of work was, it hadn’t occurred to him that it would pain you emotionally as much as it did him physically.

“Okay, Childe. Tell me honestly. If me driving in the snow was so scary, how would you feel if I returned home every day from now on on the brink of death and bleeding into the carpet? Just imagine it-“ You’re voice shook with each word, holding back tears of frustration at the reminder of how much you despised the night time upon catching sight of his bandages again. The harbinger shook his head furiously in an instant. Then he did again, even more aggressively this time and his nails dug into your hand. He didn’t want to imagine that. He couldn’t. You reciprocated, knowing that he could imagine the stress he’d caused you. “Childe because I can’t-“ you clasped a hand over your mouth for a second and dragged it down with the tear that slipped past your defenses. “I can’t keep seeing you like that.” Your voice was a whisper and Childe took that as his queue to stop being pathetic. After all, he was the one who cursed himself to death or a fate worse than death a mere few minutes ago. A life without you. “And I can’t… literally can’t handle it. I’m not strong enough, I’m sorry. I never imagined you felt that you’d rather die than stay with me. If you felt that way you could have said something. I’m not here to hold you down and if you- if you di… die-“ your tongue went rigid. Hiccups and small gasps of fear erupted mortifyingly from your throat. You couldn’t finish your sentence fast enough before your lover yanked you into his embrace and curled his muscle-corded arms around you.

“My god I didn’t mean that. A life without you is worse than death. A life without you is stripped of meaning. Is bland and colorless. I can’t do…” he smooshed your face into his warm chest and you muffled a sob into his chest. “Cant do without you.” He rested his cheek on your head and rubbed it snuggly into you. “Love you so much. Cant leave me okay? Okay?” He chanted with a voice so genuinely dripping with honey that you quite literally melted into his arms. Your body went limp in his hold apart from your hands gripping the back of his black t-shirt. “You’re not leaving me. You can’t.” He smiled to himself, eyes red and trained on your smaller figure smooshed like slime to his. You only hummed in response. And if that meant you would die before leaving him; and if it meant he would kill anyone before letting you leave him, you didn’t care.

“Okay.”

Dainsleif

If Dainsleif had gone insane, he wasn’t sure. But waiting for a few hours at your shared house had never felt so long. Nothing had felt so long. The blonde could brandish his achievement of living for centuries at any moment. And it was clear in his appearance, his intelligence, experience and demeanor that he’d had already seen more than he could handle. He’d experienced wars, heartbreak, torture, decades in complete solitude with no one to care for nor anyone to care for him. When you came along and lit a small wisp of a flame in his heart, it made all the difference. He found himself quickly addicted to your smile and the way your heart beated for him and him alone. You made as much clear. This warm love for you was not exempt from becoming a problem, however. Though Dainsleif would never admit it, he loved you sincerely, cripplingly and cruelly. Dainsleif found himself searching for you at his lowest, with you at his highest and when without you, paralyzed. You'd forced your nimble fingers into the cracks of his shielded heart and wedged it open, finding a way to corrupt his steeled mind to depend solely on you and your affection in order to survive. He knew then, when you'd left him in your house alone that you'd succeeded. The moment you shut the door and whispered his greatest nightmare to his face, the blonde couldn't breathe. He stumbled over himself when his legs instinctively took action to catch up to you but it was almost immediately that he failed. His boot caught on his heel and Dainsleif almost went tumbling to the wood floor.

Should he follow you? Should he wait here? Should he call you, knowing there was no chance you wanted to hear from him? He was lost when it came to you. You were the only one who could ever rule him completely disoriented. It took him a long while to realize he had been taking himself in laps around the living room. His mind raced faster than his heart. Where were you? Were you okay? What if you’d been kidnapped or mugged or assaulted or raped? He felt his blood run colder than the endless snowstorms that ruled Snezhnaya at the prospect of not being sure whether or not someone had their rancid hands on you.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Any sailer would have been proud of the string of prays and curses Dainsleif muttered every few seconds. As long as you returned, he told himself. As long as you came back to him unharmed and alive, everything would be okay. That obsession he had with you had, somewhere along the way, had given Dainsleif the irresistible urge to brutally disembowel and skin alive any person who spoke to you for too long. Anyone who smiled just a little too much beside you. If he said he hadn’t hunted down at least one or two people for crossing a line with you, he’d be lying. Now, however, the only solution to his guilt ridden mind was to have you chew him out.

You, nevertheless, were too plagued at the brain with thoughts of insecurity and doubt to even think of returning home to your worried lover. Your mind drifted to his scrunched face, angry tone, and the phrase that lived only in your nightmares until that day. The nightmares you would wake from in a cold sweat, yearning for his reassurance and affections. Hoping so dearly with everything within you that you would never screw up bad enough to receive such a world ending look directed at you. Dainsleif was usually hyper aware of your doubtful mind. Sensing the moments when your insecurities surfaced in the slight stilling of your dulled eyes or the way your fingers twitched. Tonight, you realized quite vividly he hadn’t noticed a single one of those signs.

Instead, the worried man was questioning whether you were alive. Or if, instead, you’d been stolen off the streets at the ungodly hour it was. Maybe you’d been hurt. Or raped. Or murdered. What scared Dain the most, above anything in the universe that could possibly frighten him, was the unknown. More especially when it came to you. Not knowing where you were, if you were healthy or okay. Not knowing what to do in order to soothe his heart pounding through the gaps in his rib cage and attacking his chest. While his impenetrable immortality was a benefit when it came to protecting you, if you were not there to be protected, Dainsleif was the most powerless man on the planet. And he couldn’t stand the feeling of knowing that if you were screaming for his help to save you at that very moment, he wouldn’t know until later that night when the police arrived at his door with news that you’d been stolen from him for good this time. And that moment would crush him under the weight of every syllable. And his world would legitimately collapse within an instant. And his sanity would shatter like a cheap wine glass in front of his very eyes. And his life and his purpose would crumble away.

If you should have returned home, you didn’t know. What was clear to you was that you were ready to make up with him. Whether he wanted you there or not, you were unsure of as well. But you were prepared to pack your bags if he asked it of you. If what he said was true, in that extreme moment of anger, then it would be better to remain there, at the beach you walked down as you released every milliliter of terminal heartbreak in the form of every tear your eyes could manage. Avoiding the thought of him was impossible; as you’d found a long, long while ago, without being dead. Dainsleif occupied and owned every fiber of the pathetic excuse for a brain you called your own. Any waking moment was lived entirely in hopes that maybe he would praise you, give you a kiss or lend you some of his precious time. And now that your world had crumbled before you, you weren’t sure of how to react. Sure, there had been nights were your dreams turned to nightmares in which Dainsleif would leave you, abandon you or incidents like these would occur. But similar to dying in a nightmare, you’d woken up before they progressed and were left to dread every idea of an outcome. Now that those vile words had actually been directed towards you, all that preparation to feel indifferent about heartbreak over the years went out of the window. As you sat silently and pathetically alone by the water, you sobbed with fear. Fear that you weren’t sure of how to react. How to move on. How to respond to his humiliating confession. How was it possible to move past this? You’d wanted to believe so desperately that you were dreaming still, your brain finally able to fabricate some form of a story to break your heart again. Alas, you heard your lover speak it with his own lips. And ignoring the invisible fist gripping your heart painfully, you stood with shaky legs and a trembling lip. You knew what was to come.

Now, whatever you may have thought was to come, definitely had not looked anything like that. Arriving home to find your calm, collected boyfriend ripping his hair out. Like literally he ran in laps around the room, hands gripping the light of his locks and letting an unnatural amount of hair fall to the floor. You cringed at the awful state of your home. Had the house been ransacked in that short period of time you’d been gone? And was Dainsleif so disoriented that he would let an intruder tear your home apart to such a degree? Why was there a knife lodged into the flat screen tv that took you three months to save up for? With part of the carpet torn up from the floor and the biggest knife of them all gripped tightly in your lovers hand. Of course, that wasn’t the least of it. Plenty of other sharp objects had been stuck into various spots around the room, a plate or two shattered on the kitchen floor and your dining table quite literally knocked over.

You were surprised at the level of shock Dain must have been experiencing considering the fact that he didn’t so much as notice your return to the house for a few minutes. You stared in awe at the prospect of your sweet lover making a mess of the place. He’d never been one for a mess, for trouble and certainly not for any kind of chaos. Being as calm and collected as he was, it was out of character when Dainsleif whipped his head to you with wide, red eyes when your keys fell with a tension shattering clatter. It was like he’d seen a ghost with his hollowed irises. Had he truly been jumped in your absence? If he had, it wasn’t like your immortal lover was incapable of defending himself. He was more than adept at subduing any threat that crossed his path.

“Dainsleif what happened in here?” You asked in genuine concern. He could only open and close his mouth in shock, likely not having had expected you to return. And most definitely not having a word to say in response. In all honesty he, too, did not know how the apartment managed to reach such a state. More than likely, the disheveled rooms were a reflection as well as a result of the delusions he’d fabricated in the confines of his own mind. It showed in the trembling of his fingers that were gripping another knife he planned on throwing into some other expensive piece of furniture.

“You… here… why-when did you-why did you come here?” You hardly had to ponder the answer to his question. You knitted your brows together, confused beyond belief.

“What do you mean why, Dain? I live here. With you. Remember?” You scoffed, trying to imagine a reason behind his clear outburst.

“You haven’t… chosen to leave?” The five words he’d spoken out of fear in that moment told you everything you needed to know. He was afraid. He’d expressed his grief and crippling fear in the destruction of countless items in your home together. Finally— and likely for the first time that night— Dainsleif looked around him at the chaos that had ensued. It would take a burglar effort to cause as much damage in a number of hours that Dainsleif had in only one. It astounded him what he was capable of when he didn’t put his mind to it. Truthfully, he’d felt so many negative emotions for the first time that night that the memory of destroying the house was but a fleeting concern. Now with you having returned when he could have promised that you were to leave him, Dainsleif teared up.

“No! Why would I leave you, Dainsleif that is ridiculous! Did you do this shit!? What are you, five!?” It’s clear in your tone of voice that you’re not happy with him, but Dainsleif could not care less about how angry you would be with him. Even if he hugged your leg with sweaty skin and teary cheeks, at least you would interact with him. Thankfully he opted to refrain from touching you. You looked angry. Confused or overwhelmed. He couldn’t tell which. You looked so troubled that despite his desperation for you touch, he wouldn’t risk losing you.

“Are you upset with me?” He whispered, straining his wilting muscles to stand up. You weren’t mad. Not with the looks he gave you. Not with how much he loved you so preciously. You knew he hadn’t meant what he said. Dainsleif wasn’t the type and never had been. You weren’t stupid; well aware of the fact (especially with the disorder in your home as a consequence to your absence for a mere hour or two) that he had regretted what he said. The look in his eyes when your eyebrows furrowed at his question reassured you of it.

“Dainsleif I’m not mad. I just wouldn’t have taken you as the type to trash the house in a hissy fit in a matter of, what, an hour?” His face scrunched with what looked to be discomfort.

“No! Please don’t do that. Be upset with me. Hit me.” Was he angry?? Surely not. He stepped closer to you and gripped your wrist. Thrusting your hesitant hand against his chest and repeatedly slamming it against himself, he looked as though he would cry. “Yell at me.”Watching your lover as he lifted your hand once more and hit it harshly against his face broke your heart. Thud after thud, he was unrelenting. “Hit me and label me with terrible names. Hate me.” You began to bawl. Maybe your arm pulled back in protest but Dain had always been stronger. Smarter. More experienced. You couldn’t overpower him or his insatiable desire to feel you release your anger onto him. You tried. And with all your might to stop him from forcing your hand against his skin. To stop even yourself from leaving such red marks against his skin. “I’m sorry.” Now he slowed. Suddenly he loosened his grip on your hand; it hardly mattered. Your guilt ate you alive. You made him feel this way. If you’d had no heart to be upset with him for what he’d said, now you certainly had no right. You weren’t even strong enough to tell your lover to stop hurting himself. It hardly mattered whether he would retain the damage or not. Never would you lay a hand on the man you loved. Dainsleif, however, could say the same thing when it came to how tears spilled down your cheeks. He’d been the cause despite his endless promises to protect you.

“Don’t make me do that to you.” Your wrists fell from his hands. “I could never do that-“ your sniffles must have ripped courage from Dainsleif. He’d found the strength to wrap his arms around your smaller frame and crush you against him. “I could never hate you. I don’t ever want to hurt you.” Burying your face into his warm chest, you kept a mental note to speak with him. I’m the moment, your priority would be to hold him in your arms and drill the fact that he was long past forgiveness into his heart.

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Inside the world of Genshin, your bond ten boys couldn't help but feel jealous. The flames of jealousy fueled further when you used them to grind for the new character's items. How sickening was it to think that they have become stepping stones of your new favourite character?

The boys decided. When they materialize in your world, they will make sure to mark you and to indulge in their sinful fantasies of you. You are theirs and only theirs, after all.

But one night, to their surprise, their competitors were summoned along with them. How will the boys act? Will they fight with each other until one of them gets to have you all for themselves? Or will they work together in pleasing and glorifying your body?

Just like how you teamed them up in game.

Contents include [a brief scene introduction], and [the actual chilis].

Starring : Albedo, Childe, Venti, Zhongli (GangB.)

Tags / Warnings : 🌶️🌶️ [Chilis] Seggs; Scattered cuss words; The Archons calling each other by their Archon name; the boys being chatty in the first part; Implied rape; Petnames (if it bothers you); Somnophilia; Childe...respecting you???; Albedo making a "souvenir" 😏; Creampie; The boys being possessive; I might have given Zhongli a non-canon ability; Zhongli being a gentleman on the streets but a freak under the sheets; Albedo holding back 👀...for an experiment!; Anal (don't worry, you're vacated 👍🏼); Squirting; etc.; 👑/🖥️ [SAGAU/(Reverse) Isekai]; Based on the SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept linked below but with chilis

Again, this post was done on mobile and I don't have anyone to beta this so if there are major minor mistakes, please forgive me. 😭

Future Plan : Version B1 Bennett??, Diluc Ragnvindr, Kaedehara Kazuha, Kaeya Alberich (Separate) - but I will post something else before B1: either a new one (ALHAITHAM, COME HOME BABY!!!) or from my backlog (Reimagined and rewritten. The ones drafted before I was separated with my PC... Yes, you read that right. I was separated with my precious PC 🥲)

Links : Pinned Post, JJ version A1 (Albedo / Childe / Venti / Zhongli) Separate, JJ Request (Venti), SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept, A Good Experiment (Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya) Separate

Target audience is female (bodied) reader.

To whoever is reading, please enjoy.

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Surrounding your bed, wordlessly judging each other, were the characters selected on your Party Setup screen. Albedo, Childe, Venti, and Zhongli were supposed to farm more items but the drowsy you were so exhausted that you fell asleep after selecting your line-up. The moment you stepped into dreamland was when the Genshin men materialized in your room, each hoping to have an intimate alone time with you but was gravely disappointed to learn three others came with them.

The clock continuously counted each passing second, its ticking the only sound echoing in the room. With a strum on his lyre, the first to break the deafening silence was Venti.

"Ehe~ I wonder what's everyone waiting for?" the bard asked innocently, yet they all knew what he exactly meant.

"Tch! For [your name]'s sake, I am not going to do the deed in front of other people," Childe quickly retorted.

"Oh?" Zhongli exclaimed in amusement. "Apologies. I assumed you to be the first to take advantage of this situation, Childe. Knowing you, I presumed you would wish us to watch you conquer [your name]."

Flabbergasted, Childe's mouth gaped like a fish. It was true that he was someone known to conquer the battlefield, winning victories even against the largest and strongest of preys. But this - this "battle" was you. And as someone who was taught some manners, Childe - Ajax - could not bring himself to just carelessly strip your vulnerable form while other vicious predators watched.

"Of course, it is something I will not allow," the Geo Archon added.

"Let me guess, Mister Zhongli wants to bury himself inside [your name] as well, doesn't he?" Childe interrogated, glaring at the gentleman whose arms were crossed together.

"I do not simply wish to bury myself. I will defile [your name]."

Even before the Harbinger could respond back, the Anemo Archon blurted.

"Eeh?! That's very kinky of you, Morax! You mean you want your cum oozing out of [your name]? Or you want to cover her body with it? Or you just want to stretch her out with your biiiig dick?" To this, the Geo Archon responded with a low chuckle.

"Heh! Mister Zhongli, I didn't expect you to be this vulgar! In fact, I thought you'd be the first to give [your name] some respect. It seems I was fooled. But hey, it's just like that time in Liyue, yeah?" Childe growled. "Not today, Morax. Did you seriously think I would just let you toy my wife?"

"Not without us, right??" Venti chortled, earning him an angry glance from the Snezhnayan man.

"Haha... Even if you wished to, I believe you are not capable to stop me."

Chaos was about to transpire as the Geo Archon and the Eleventh Fatui Harbinger shot daggers at one another, both waiting and ready to pounce, their flames fueled by the playful Anemo Archon's remarks. However, the quiet Chief Alchemist knew better. He knew that if you started to wake up, they will disappear and this evening will be a wasted opportunity. Of course, none of them wanted that.

"Ahem. Everyone, I have a proposal to make," Albedo spoke, catching the attention of the group. "It may sound absurd but I think we should learn how to share. We need to work together if we want to take advantage of this moment."

Share. Work together. Big words. Would it really be possible for these possessive men to actually share? To work together? But no matter how much they resented it, it was the only feasible thing to do. After all, their common goal was to make the most out of their capability to manifest in your world. And with Albedo's agreeable logical idea, using their unique abilities, everyone decided to cooperate.

...

It was a very uncompromising position for you as three men, all with the desire to leave no inch of you untouched, feasted on your unconscious form. You had no choice for you were their sleeping beauty and they could toy you as they pleased.

"Ehe~! Albedo was right! I didn't know you were sensitive here, Windblume?" Venti remarked as he nibbled on the flesh of your side, making you softly gasp in pleasure.

"Hey, Mister Albedo, aren't you going to join us?" Childe asked, squeezing both your erected nipples. "You three did a good job, you know? See, I can do basically whatever I want without waking [your name] up!" he enthusiastically said, roughly kneading your two lumps of flesh with his broad hands. "You're really missing out."

"Indeed," Zhongli concurred, loosening your pussy with three digits. "If you fear [your name] will awaken from sleep then worry not. Barbatos may not look like it but rest assured he has induced our beloved in deep slumber with his lullaby."

"Ehehe! Morax actually praised me! But giving our muse a pleasant dream is an important recipe too. Plus, you did so much with your potions. Now come and join us!"

Venti leaned his cheeks on your tummy and skillfully rubbed your clit. The double whammy on your womanhood made you moan louder, to which Childe pouted. Still giving your breasts attention, Childe invaded your parted mouth with his tongue and muffled your erotic voice with a sloppy kiss.

"Thank you all for your offer but please don't mind me," Albedo, still clothed, politely declined as he smiled contentedly at the profane scene before him.

After capturing the image in his mind, Albedo returned to his clipboard and engraved the erotic memory in art. Meanwhile, the other three men returned to their own businesses and continued to abuse your defenseless body.

Zhongli retracted his hands from you then positioned himself in front of your entrance. The Liyue god spread your slick with the tip of his cock while pumping his shaft, lubricating his big erection in the process. To this, Venti got up, gave Zhongli enough room, and continued to play your sensitive nub. Meanwhile, Childe peeked at the pornographic scene and began to choke his own cock with his hands. Now feeling your cunt weep in loneliness, Zhongli smirked and pushed his whole length inside of you in one push, making you arch your body and gasp lewdly in response. Venti mused at your angelic voice while Childe squeezed his own manhood harder.

Childe pumped his shaft faster, turning himself on by watching the two Archons molest your body. The Geo Archon rocked his hips to and fro, sensually massaging the walls of your tight cunt. Meanwhile, the Anemo Archon excitedly puffed your mouth with his cock, stifling whatever lewd sound came from your lips. Sounds of clapping flesh, Zhongli's low growl, Venti's melodious moan, and Childe's choked groans were the only music echoing your room. The three men pleasured themselves with your body until all of them released at once: Zhongli's filling your pussy, Venti's serving as your swig, and Childe's staining your tummy.

Cooperating with each other, they all switched places. Childe scooped the cum littered on your body before feeding it to your quivering lips. He then began to give life to his flaccid manhood by giving it a massage. Meanwhile, Venti gave your pussy a quick lick before rubbing his energetic cock on your slit to coat it with love juice. Zhongli, on the other hand, sat back to watch.

The Anemo Archon squeezed your plush thighs before slowly entering your wet cunt. Venti relished the way how your gummy walls felt and took his precious time bottoming out. He buried himself deep, grinding and rocking his pelvis against yours to explore your warmth. On the other hand, Childe spitted on his erection to serve as lubricant. He pumped his shaft while prodding the tip of his cock on your lips. He parted your mouth so he could feed you his whole length in a nice deep throat.

Venti's and Childe's rhythm started differently, wherein Childe's was abusive while Venti's was leisurely. It didn't take long before they both got lost in pleasure, now corrupting your holes wildly. Zhongli ogled the wanton love-making before him and watched how Venti and Childe came together deep inside of you accompanied by the harmonious sound of an excited squeal and a low grunt.

After coming down from their highs, the three men swapped places again, this time with a special request from Childe.

"Mister Zhongli, why don't you take the rear for me?"

The three men adjusted your positions wherein Zhongli penetrated your behind, Childe entered your womanhood, and Venti made use of your mouth. Zhongli did slow, shallow thrusts to let Childe enjoy brutalizing your tighter than ever wet cunt. Meanwhile, Venti simply let his cock sit in your mouth. The two Archons did not move and let Childe debauched you roughly, their resting cocks stimulated by your rocking body.

Having Zhongli in your ass, your pussy hot tighter that it became hard to move inside - a challenge Childe made for himself. The Harbinger knew you liked it rough so he eagerly pistoned his cock in fast deep thrusts. The wet walls squeezing him clenched and he knew you were going to cum. He kept pounding and pounding until he shook in overstimulation and unintentionally released all his seeds.

Childe heaved as he filled you to the brim. With a plop, he unsheathed himself from you to let the cream flow out of your abused pussy. It was cue for the two Archons to continue stimulating themselves. Venti placed the head of his manhood inside your mouth, your teeth grazing the neck of his penis, and massaged his shaft. Meanwhile, Zhongli fucked your rear in slow deep thrusts. In their own pace, the Archons reached their highs and soon came inside your holes.

The three men ogled your form: your holes leaking a mix of love juice; your chest rising up and down in taking deep breaths; your lips quivering as drool dripped its corner. Thoughts of how they defiled you played in their minds. Yet a common question plagued them.

Were you able to cum?

"Thank you all for your cooperation. May I have the honour?" Albedo spoke gently.

The men gave way so the Chief Alchemist could have his chance. Albedo observed the bastardized state you were in.

Damn did you look hot.

"I'm here, my princess," Albedo whispered in your ear as he freed his cock from its moist restraints.

Albedo pecked your lips and tucked the strands of hair away from sticking on your forehead. He caressed your hips, slid his hands down your thighs then pressed your clit, making you gasp in pleasure. A good reaction. His lips smugly curled upward before he sheathed himself fully inside your cunt.

The three men had their erections from watching Albedo pump your pussy in a mating press - each of his thrusts making a lewd squelch. Stray erotic moans often escaped your lips, further arousing the watchers and luring them deeper into depravity. Albedo kept his pace calculated, pistoning with the right combination of depth, rhythm, and speed.

Your breathing became erratic as your body begged Albedo to fuck you more. But it wasn't enough. Albedo kept teasing you - pretending to give you orgasm only to stop - until your pussy tried to suck him deeper.

The three men surrounded you and Albedo, pumping their cocks in desperation. Moans and grunts filled the room orchestrated by Albedo's rough pistoning. Climax was fast approaching and all of you were on edge. It didn't take long before you came and squirted all over Albedo. The scene made the watchers spill their seeds all over, each with their own grunts and growls. Albedo unsheathed himself and, with a choked moan, he joined in spurting his cum.

Basking in the joy of orgasm, everyone panted in satisfaction. Albedo, in exhaustion, leaned his forehead on yours before victoriously declaring.

"Hah... My love, only I can make you feel this good."

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Hello, everyone and thank you for reading Jealousy-Jealousy version A2! I hope you all enjoyed it.

It's my first time writing a smut fic with multiple partners at once. And, uhn.... It's spicier in my mind, though. 😅

Also, my favouritism is showing, lol!

Anyway.

To whoever read this, thank you for your time. Here, have some raw meat. 🥩

Please feel free to cook it however you want.

Links : Pinned Post, JJ version A1 (Albedo / Childe / Venti / Zhongli) Separate, JJ Request (Venti), SAGAU/Reverse Isekai concept, A Good Experiment (Albedo, Childe, Diluc, Kaeya) Separate

Venti = Battery and Crowd Control cutie; Childe = Main DPS and massacrer of all (except Hydro Mimics, that's Albedo's job lol); Zhongli = Shielder and prophet of Osmanthus Wine; Albedo = Off-field sub-DPS and pretty boy who bitch slaps enemies with his Rite of Progeniture;

Geo Resonance FTW!!

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addictofanimation · 3 months

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It's All Over, Isn't It...? (Pokémon x Genshin Impact AU)

All Kaeya could do was sit by the large Statue of the Seven, leaning against the side as he stared at what was once his home. His eye throbbed as if to remind him of what happened not even an hour ago.

He can still see the anger on Diluc's face, feel the humid heat of the flames that swelled around his blade as it refused to let the rain put it out. He wondered if Diluc would ever come to regret what he did tonight. Kaeya certainly didn't want him to. He had forgiven Diluc even as blood ran down his face and the heat threatened to seal his eyelids together. He was lucky it hadn't damaged his actual eye.

He knew it was all over. Things would never be the same again. And Kaeya had been the one to ruin it with his own hands. He had expected Diluc's anger but had somehow overlooked that it was possible Diluc would attack him. Now he was left homeless with not a shoulder to lean on.

Well, he had someone.

The rustle of leaves behind him barely made Kaeya stir. Whether it was his helper or an enemy come to kill him, he really could have cared less at the moment. However, he found himself tensing when he heard something that sounded like sniffing.

Please be a Hilichurl, please be a Hilichurl, please...

It seemed that Barbatos saw fit to torture him because something touched his thigh and it was most certainly not a Hilichurl. It felt relatively soft and more like a paw. Kaeya barely managed to open his good eye to look before he was met with the sight of a Rockruff looking at him curiously.

To Kaeya, it might as well have been snarling and growling.

With a yelp, Kaeya shoved the young Pokemon away, causing it to let out a yelp of its own. A part of Kaeya twinged at the cry, but a louder and more irrational part of him was too scared to really register the feeling. He scrambled backward, as if doing it enough would make him fuse with the statue behind him and disappear.

The Rockruff whimpered as it hurried to get its paws underneath it again. It looked at Kaeya as if he was going to attack it, lowering itself to the ground and backing away as it whimpered frightfully. If Kaeya hadn't been so terrified, he would have felt awful.

Suddenly, the Rockruff was lifted into the air. When Kaeya looked at who had lifted it, he found himself calming considerably at the familiar figure.

Armarouge.

Armarouge was his brother's partner Pokemon and had been by his side ever since it was a little Charcadet. Diluc had raised Charcadet with the utmost care and attention. When Diluc had to battle Varka to enter the knights, the two had been able to barely scrape by with a victory and it had evolved pretty much as soon as the battle had been over and they had been proclaimed the winners.

It was a proud day in the Ragnvindr household.

Until Diluc had tossed away Armarouge's Poke Ball and had disowned it.

Because it had defended him that night.

Another source of Kaeya's guilt.

Armarouge appeared to be telling the little Pokemon something because it went from looking frightened to somehow apologetic. When Armarouge sat it down onto the ground, it gave him a look and a little yip before running off into the bushes once more.

Now that the Pokemon was gone, Kaeya found his heart rate slowing down and air making its way back into his lungs. But once the attack had passed, he couldn't help but berate himself.

He and Diluc had been working on his fear of Pokemon after a particularly harrowing encounter with their father's Talonflame in the living room. Pokemon were allowed to roam free on Dawn Winery property and little Kaeya had the scare of a lifetime when he had come downstairs from his new room to find the large Pokemon on a perch near the fireplace.

Crepus had also put in the effort to help by introducing him to baby Pokemon first, including some of his Talonflame's recently hatched Fletchings. He had even later gifted one to Diluc to help Kaeya get used to Pokemon other than Diluc's Charcadet being around. After years, it had appeared that all of their hard work was finally working. There had even been talk of getting Kaeya his own partner once he was ready.

He had almost been there, no longer cringing away from Pokemon or having a heart attack at the sight of one. He has been able to hold some of them too.

Now it was like all of that progress had backtracked.

He didn't understand how this could have happened!

As he spiraled downward, he felt himself being shifted but didn't put up a fight. He allowed himself to be moved until he found himself settled against Armarouge. He couldn't be more thankful that his fear of Pokemon had somehow not affected how safe he felt around Armarouge. He would have completely broken if he had become scared of the Pokemon who had helped protect him from childhood.

But that didn't stop the frustrated and sorrowful tears from running down his face. For who knew how long, Kaeya stayed against Armarouge as he wailed, the events of tonight seeming to finally catch up with him.

It was all over.

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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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masterlist — i love you, still .

8k milestone: mini series masterlist

synopsis !! a series of events focusing on the youngest ragnvindr as they navigate their way through grief, betrayal, and -most of all- love.

main characters !! (ch.1) diluc, kaeya, (ch.2) albedo, jean, (ch.3) zhongli, xingqiu, (ch.4) kazuha, qiqi, (ch.5) mystery

song !! runaway by aurora 🎵

contains !! gn reader, messy dynamics, lots of character development! familial, platonic, and romantic relationships, misunderstandings, will add tags as I go-

01 - I was listenin' to the ocean, I saw a face in the sand (complete)

02 - I was runnin' far away, would I run off the world someday? (complete)

03 - I was dancing in the rain, I felt alive and I can't complain (complete)

04 - I was painting a picture, the picture was a painting of you (editing)

05 - take me home where I belong, I got no other place to go (editing)

announcement !! here's the mini series celebrating 8k+ followers on the blog! I'm so happy we reached this far and I'm excited to reveal this little surprise I've been working on in my free time. I know I haven't been spouting out as much content because of college and there's been some delays in my fic posting, but this one's different since I actually completed most of the chapters beforehand! 😋 i want to mention though that this is just a side hobby i did while i was busy. . . so don't expect too much from it 😅

taglist !!

(comment if you wish to be added + I'll understand if you fall out from the story and you want to be taken off the taglist :> )

#hira status #hira masterlist #genshin #genshin masterlist #genshin x reader #genshin impact

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genshin-impact-writings · 2 years

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The Abyss Prince: Ch.2

(Kaeya x gn!KOF!reader)

Synopsis: Kaeya and you have been dating for a while now and you both honestly couldn't be happier with each other - until Jean sends you on a mission that reveals Kaeya's deepest secret. And you learn that a dark past and your unwavering sense of duty could be enough to destroy a relationship that has always been too good to be true.

Chapter summary: Kaeya muses about your relationship and how you changed everything for him. But he also knows that he can’t run away from his fate forever. (Title taken from: Ramin Karimloo – Why am I falling. The chapter is also heavily inspired by that song, by the way.)

Word count: ~4k

The masterlist for the series can be found in the navigation post on my blog.

Ch.2: Why am I falling

Hours later, when the night had already settled in and you were sound asleep next to him, Kaeya once again wondered if perhaps it had been fate that had led him to Mondstadt – and to you, of course. There was something oddly comforting about that – thinking that his father had left him here all those years ago because he, Kaeya, had always been meant to meet you, not because they needed him as a spy whose only purpose was to figure out how he could bring a fallen kingdom back to its old glory. A kingdom he had never seen with his own eyes, for the record. And yet, everyone there counted on him to save them all (if he could believe his father’s words, that is).

Despite all of that, no one had ever told him what exactly they expected of him. His father had abandoned him with so little information that it had taken Kaeya years to figure out his true identity. Thankfully, the Knights of Favonius’ library had proved itself a mine of information about Khaenri'ah and the cataclysm that had destroyed the entire nation five centuries ago. Not that the Knights openly shared these books but Kaeya wasn’t stupid. He had his methods to get hold of the documents without anyone noticing that they had been touched at all.

Of course, he hadn’t focused on these things as a kid when his mind and heart had been filled with childish hopes and dreams and the wish to find a place he belonged. He had only started to take his secret mission more serious when he turned 16, partly because he was so curious about his supposed homeland and its history, but also because he had never given up the hope that his biological father would come back for him once he had figured out how to help Khaen’riah. But of course, he never came back. So, at one point, young Kaeya stopped his research and decided to focus on the family he had instead – the Ragnvindrs.

And then, in a cruel twist of fate, he also lost them. When Crepus, the only father figure Kaeya had in his life at that point, died, he suddenly realized that there were more important things than pleasing the father who had left his only son behind in the blink of an eye. In that particular night, Kaeya learned that family wasn’t about blood – it was about shared memories, love and trust. Looking back, it really was no wonder that he suddenly started to loathe himself for keeping secrets from Diluc for so long, even more so when he understood that he would never be able live a happy life in Mondstadt if he couldn’t let the past – and his true identity – go. And so, Kaeya, young and foolish and hopeful as he had been, had told his brother the truth, hoping and praying for his help, only to realize that his honesty was enough to destroy their relationship forever. In that night, Kaeya had not only lost his family. He had also lost his faith.

He could still remember the hatred and betrayal in Diluc’s eyes, the same eyes that had always looked at him with so much compassion, and how they had fought each other that night, their clothes drenched from the rain and their own blood.

And after the fight, Kaeya had realized that there was no point in protecting a city that didn’t care about him. What was the purpose of starting a new life here if he had no other choice than leading a lonely, miserable existence? So, instead, he had started to focus on his task again, his purpose, the only reason why he was here. And if saving Khaenri'ah meant to tear the City of Freedom down, well, then he was more than ready to pay that price.

After Crepus’ death, Kaeya had turned into the cunning, reckless spy his father had hoped he would be. Cold and adamant as the Cryo vision that had saved his life during his battle with Diluc, Kaeya had sworn to do everything in his power to fulfill his mission, promising that no one would ever be able to stop him.

And then, he had bumped into you. And his whole world turned upside down in a matter of seconds.

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With a sigh, Kaeya closed the book in front of him. Sword fighting techniques in other nations of Teyvat. Not what he had hoped to read today but it was one of these days where Lisa watched everyone in the library like a hawk, making sure that no one even tried to take one of her precious books with them, let alone cause damage to them in any way. He assumed it had something to do with the fact that some of the young recruits always tried to sneak books out of the library to keep studying even after closing times. Or at least, he hoped so – because if Lisa was here to keep an eye on him, he would have a hard time snooping through the secret documents the Knights hid in their archive. But then again, why would she suspect anything? After all, he had never given her – or anybody else, for the record – a reason to doubt his loyalty.

Lisa raised her head, almost as if she had noticed that someone was watching her, and when she met his gaze, she smiled and waved at him. Calmly, Kaeya returned her smile. No, he was absolutely sure that the attentive and smart librarian didn’t suspect anything. And he would do everything in his power to ensure that it would stay this way. After all, he had promised himself years ago that no one would ever be able to come between him and the success of his secret mission.

With that thought in mind, Kaeya pushed back his chair. He had wasted enough time with this boring book. Time to focus on more important things.

He picked up the book to bring it back to the shelf it belonged, knowing very well that Lisa would only start to lecture him if he didn’t do it. The organization of the library was almost something sacred to her, and he knew how mad she could get when someone disregarded her rules.

“You’re leaving already?” she asked when he passed her desk, looking up from the manuscript in front of her. The liquid in the tea cup on a tray next to the document emitted a sickly sweet smell, a mixture of spices, honey, caramel and something Kaeya couldn’t recognize. To him, it was truly baffling that someone like Lisa loved extra sweet tea so much.

He shrugged. “Duty calls.”

Sometimes, it still surprised him how easy it was to lie to everyone. Only a couple of years ago, he had started to sweat, his hands shaking, whenever he couldn’t tell the truth but now, lying felt as natural and normal as breathing. Despicable, really. But it had to be done.

Lisa chuckled. “My, aren’t you eager. But let me tell you something: Taking a break from time to time doesn’t hurt. In fact, it’s quite beneficial for your work! It helps you to regain your strength and see things from a different point of view.”

“And of course no one knows these things better than you,” Kaeya replied, joining in her laughter, “but I really don’t have time to rest now. There’s something I have to take care of.”

The librarian sighed. “Ever so dutiful. Well, good luck, then. And don’t forget to come around and visit me again soon!”

“Of course.” He was already at the door, smiling at her one more time, although a huge part of him was glad that he could finally leave. Sometimes, he felt like Lisa could see right through him (and everyone else too, for the record), although he was pretty sure that she wasn’t able to read minds, despite her vast knowledge about almost everything. But she was indeed an acute observer, and that made her dangerous, even more so since her and the Acting Grand Master were such good friends. It wouldn’t surprise him if Lisa told Jean about him, should she ever be able to figure out his true identity.

He was so lost in his thoughts and musings that he didn’t pay attention to his surroundings. The next second, someone already had bumped into him with full speed, almost knocking him over. Kaeya stumbled backwards as he tried to regain his balance, his back eventually hitting the wall behind him.

“Ouch,” he mumbled.

“Lord Barbatos, I’m so sorry!” he heard someone exclaim. Then, an unfamiliar face came into view, eyes filled with concern. “I’m so sorry,” you repeated, clutching the books in your arms tighter. “I wasn’t paying attention where I was going and – You’re not hurt, are you?”

For a few moments, Kaeya could only stare at you, speechless. It was rare that he was at loss for words, quick-witted and charming as he was, but there was something about you that left him stunned. Maybe it was the way you looked at him with those pretty eyes, clearly worried that you might have hurt him when you ran into him.

He shook his head, a fruitless attempt to get these thoughts out of his head, and finally replied, “I’m afraid I’m just an ordinary knight, not Lord Barbatos. And please don’t worry about me. I assure you it takes more than this to knock me out.”

“Oh.” You bit your bottom lip. “Okay.”

Were you already losing interest in him? And, the more important question, why did it bother him? He should be glad about it – the more people he let into his life, the more difficult it became to keep his true interests hidden. But a part of you really wanted you to stay here with him just a little while longer. Unfortunately, every statement that came to his mind right now was either incredibly stupid, way too flirty or completely irrelevant. So, what else could he say to you?

Think, he urged himself, think, you idiot!

“So, um…” He cleared his throat when the silence between the two of you got uncomfortable. “You’re a knight, too?”

What a stupid question. The familiar crest on your jacket had already told him that much. But still, you smiled, and almost instantly, his whole world turned brighter. “Yes, I’m (Y/N). I work with Captain Eula and the 4th Company. My pleasure to meet you.”

Before he even consciously decided to do it, Kaeya was already smiling back at you. He wanted to look away, he really did. But something about you made him feel like he was glued to the spot, like his body had actually forgotten how to move. But honestly, who could blame him when the sun was looking right back at him?

When he finally managed to reply, his voice still sounded a bit too breathless for his liking. “Kaeya. And the pleasure is all mine, (Y/N).”

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Around four weeks had passed since Kaeya had first met you, and strangely enough, he suddenly had a hard time focusing on his research about Khaenri'ah and his heritage. Whenever he stared at the pages in front of him, all he could see was your face and the way the skin around your eyes crinkled when you smiled. He didn’t know why but he couldn’t get you out of his head.

And he desperately wanted to see you again.

Maybe that was the reason why he spent so much time at the library recently instead of the archive where the Knights kept the more delicate documents, including all of their collected information about Khaenri'ah and the cataclysm. He was well aware that he had started to neglect his mission since you bumped into him, and while he knew that it probably wasn’t wise to get too distracted by you, he just couldn’t help it.

Not when it felt like he had escaped after being trapped inside nearly unscalable walls for all these years. Not when he started to wonder if it really was possible to break all the locks he had so carefully placed on his heart to make sure he wouldn’t get hurt ever again.

Kaeya sighed deeply. It was truly unbelievable how quickly his priorities had changed, just because someone with pretty eyes had smiled at him. But who would judge him? His father wasn’t here and probably never would be, Diluc ignored him most of the time (and besides, he had no idea that Kaeya had actively started to try saving Khaen’riah after their fight), and Lisa would most likely just tease him for falling for someone he barely knew in just a matter of seconds. So, there really was not one single reason why he couldn’t see you again.

And only a few days later, his patience finally paid off. He was casually flipping through a book about Alchemy because he vaguely remembered Albedo mentioning once that they used a more advanced form of Alchemy in Khaenri'ah back then (the Art of Khemia, he had called it, Kaeya believed), and he had somehow hoped that this book would give him at least a few hints about this topic. But much to his disappointment, the book didn’t even mention the Art of Khemia, not even once.

A bit more abruptly than necessary, Kaeya closed the book, glaring down at the cover with its golden twirly letters like it had just become his personal nemesis. “What a waste of time…”

“Books are never a waste of time, Captain Alberich.”

Kaeya jumped with fright at the sound of the familiar voice. Out of all places, of course you had to meet at the library, right under Lisa’s watchful eyes and her uncanny ability to read through every emotion in a split second. But then again, why should he care about Lisa when the way you looked at him was enough to make his heart skip a beat?

He cracked a smile and darted another glance at the book in front of him. “Believe me, this one is. And please, let’s just skip the formalities. I’d prefer if you just called me Kaeya, like everyone else.”

You frowned. “But wouldn’t that be… inappropriate?”

“Please, I insist.”

“Oh.” You paused, a brief smile flashing over your face. “Alright… Kaeya.”

He could’ve sworn his name had never sounded more beautiful.

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When spending your time with Lisa, you could never be sure what would happen next. Sometimes, she just initiated a friendly conversation about a topic she found particularly interesting on that day while she would spend the entire time complaining about the library users and their poor respect for books on other days. And sometimes, she would start to ask personal questions until the conversation had turned so awkward that the person opposite her was nothing but a blushing and stuttering mess.

Today was one of these days. And her victim was none other than Kaeya.

Not once in his life had he regretted inviting her to Good Hunter to grab something for lunch that much.

“You’ve been spending quite a lot of time with (Y/N) recently,” Lisa said, carefully placing down her tea cup after taking a tiny sip.

Kaeya looked up from his plate, a frown on his face. “And by that you mean…?”

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about. I’ve seen you at the library more than once, and Amber told me she spotted you at Windrise together. Oh, and Venti recently mentioned that you even invited (Y/N) to join you for a drink at Angel’s Share, although you usually prefer to spend your time there alone.”

“That is-“

“Nothing but the truth,” Lisa interrupted him with a gleeful smile. “Come on, you can tell me – I promise I won’t chatter away. You enjoy their company, don’t you?”

“I don’t think you and me should have this conversation. Please excuse me,” Kaeya said, putting his cutlery down, “I suddenly remembered there’s somewhere I need to be.”

Lisa chuckled. “My, my, Kaeya, you really are impatient today. Is there an important event you have to attend? A date with Captain Eula’s lovely field officer, perhaps?”

“What? No,” he replied quick like a shot, although he already knew that the way his face heated up in embarrassment was enough evidence that he wasn’t telling the truth. Lisa raised her eyebrows, her lips curled into a knowing smile. “You’re a terrible liar, sweetie.”

“It’s not a date. (Y/N) and I… we’re just friends.”

She let out an exaggerated sigh. “You can fool yourself, Kaeya Alberich, but you can’t fool me. I know a thing or two about love and it’s incredibly obvious that you would like to be more than just their friend. And a little birdie told me that this feeling is mutual. You know, it’s almost a bit funny how you have this massive crush on each other and are both too scared to confess.”

“Lisa, please. Stop.”

The librarian laughed again, clearly amused about the absolutely exasperated tone of his voice. “I’m sorry, darling. I’ll stop teasing you about that – for now, at least."

“Lisa…”

“Enjoy your date!” she chirped, followed by an amused giggle, as Kaeya pushed his chair back and fled the scenery, his face still burning like fire.

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Weeks turned into months, and there was rarely a day where you didn’t see each other. If your duties kept both of you busy throughout the entire day, you would still meet for a walk once you had finished your tasks for the day.

Today, you had dragged him to Windrise once again. Kaeya had no idea why you loved this place so much but if it made you happy to just sit under the giant oak tree, your head resting on the Cavalry Captain’s shoulder as you enjoyed each others’ company, well, who was he to tell you No?

Kaeya sighed quietly. If his father could see him now… well, he’d probably call him pathetic, maybe even weak for giving up on his mission for a fleeting and foolish thing like love.

Wait. Love? Was he really… in love with you?

He felt his heart skipping a beat. Up to this day, he had never allowed himself to even think about love, and a part of him had even believed that he was simply incapable of loving someone – until you had bumped into him and proved him wrong so quickly that he sometimes still wondered if you had put a spell on him. It felt like he was falling into a bottomless pit of dreams and hopes he had given up years ago.

Funny that he hadn’t realized sooner how much you really meant to him, even after Lisa had pointed it out. He had no idea how you did it but whenever you were by his side, everything he did wrong in the past suddenly seemed to vanish into thin air, like he had never thought about engulfing Mondstadt in the abyss, should it be necessary for the success of his mission. With you, all of his bad decisions and foul deeds suddenly didn’t matter anymore. And more often than not, he caught himself dreaming about the future the two of you could have if he finally gathered the courage to confess his feelings to you. (Although he knew very well that he probably shouldn’t be dreaming about all of this. After all, a lying traitor like him really didn’t deserve a happy ending.)

“Kaeya? Are you listening to me?” Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. You had lifted your head from his shoulder, looking at him with those stunning eyes, clearly concerned. “Are you alright?” you asked with a frown. “You… you seemed to be miles away.”

He stared at you, his heart thumping like mad, his mind going completely blank in just the blink of an eye. How could he tell you how much he adored you? How could he tell you when he felt like every letter and every syllable he had learned dissipated on the tip of his tongue?

“Kaeya?”

By the Archons, even the way you said his name sent a shiver down his spine and made him weak in the knees.

“Hey…” Carefully, you put your hand on his arm, a slightly insecure smile flashing over your face as his gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back to your eyes again, “talk to me. Please.”

“I love you.” The words were out before he could stop himself. (Later that night, he would start wishing he had the time to come up with a more eloquent way to confess his feelings to you.)

“You – what?” There was no judgement in your voice, just genuine astonishment as you tried to comprehend what he had just said. Kaeya’s lips curled into a soft smile. “I said, I love you.”

For a couple of excruciating seconds, you didn’t reply anything. Then, you shifted closer to him, raising your hands to cup his cheeks. “I was hoping you’d say that one day,” you confessed quietly, your pupils blown wide as you looked back at him. “Because I really love you, too.”

It was right then and there that Kaeya kissed you for the first time. He hadn’t planned on doing it but in that moment, under the soft light of the moon, it just felt right to lean in and press his lips to yours in a soft kiss.

He would never forget how you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him back, as if you had just waited for him to finally make the first move. Even years later, this would be one of the best and worst memories he had.

The best because it marked the beginning of brighter and happier times, the beginning of his life with you by his side, the beginning of many, many moments he would share with you.

And the worst because he knew that, no matter which road he decided to take in the future, your whole relationship would be based on lies, lies, lies.

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It was almost funny how vividly Kaeya still remembered all these things, almost like every single detail was etched into his memory. He could barely recall his life before he came to Mondstadt, let alone the face of his biological father, but he could easily call everything that had to do with you to his mind.

He rolled over and propped himself up on his elbow to get a better look at you. This was something he would never get tired of – how peaceful and calm you looked in your sleep, like no one had ever hurt you. Careful not to wake you up, he brushed his fingertips over the smooth skin of your cheek before he lightly started to trace the outlines of your face.

Goodness, how did he get so lucky to have someone as kind and beautiful and compassionate as you in his life? With everything he did in the past, there was no denying that he didn’t deserve you. And yet, here you were, smiling in your sleep as you shuffled closer to him to snuggle up against his body.

Kaeya lied down again and wrapped his arms around you, slightly adjusting his position, so that he could rest his chin on top of your head as he held you close. “I love you,” he whispered, although you probably couldn’t hear him. “I love you so much.”

This house had never felt like a home. But every time you came through the door and greeted him with this loving, genuine smile that always made him a bit weak in the knees, the dim rooms seemed to brighten up, the feeling of loneliness slowly fading away with every step you took towards him. With you by his side, Kaeya could almost believe that this was where he truly belonged.

But of course, all of that was nothing but a foolish illusion, a lie that he had carefully built over the years and that would ultimately shatter into a million pieces, should you ever discover the truth. After all, no one, not even a prince, could run away from their fate forever.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed it please consider giving me some feedback and/or reblogging this chapter. I'd really appreciate the support!

Taglist: @kaeyas-beloved @ajaxstar @the-gayest-sky-kid @justrandomselfships @caesars-bubbles @the-fifteen @quixoticmirror (If you want to be added to the taglist send me an ask. Same if you want to be removed. <3)

#kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #genshin impact x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x gn!reader #kaeya x y/n #the abyss prince #jj's series

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yuqiw · 1 year

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CONTENTMENT — ☆ Masterlist

warnings : alcohol use/abuse (ch 1 + 6), traumatic flashbacks (ch 1 + 6), detailed(?) fantasy violence (ch 18), blood mention (ch 3, 8, + 18)

— chapters and warnings regarding cws will be updated as they are written.

status : ongoing , 0/23 chapters posted.

— posted 08/10/23 . finished xx .

synopsis : On a calm, breezy night at Dawn Winery, you and Diluc sit at that, often, empty desk of his; one drunk, the other sipping at a half-empty cup. Suppressing some sort of memory, Diluc's tears ingrain themselves in your mind; a stranger of no connection to him, the Master of Dawn Winery. After that night, what could possibly happen between a stranger and the infamous man of Mondstadt?

pairing : Diluc Ragnvindr x gn!Reader

genre : angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers trope (giggles), slice of life.

notes : based on an old oneshot i had written on an old account i had. i'm not the best writer when it comes to multiple part fics ... so bear with me, as it's been a long while since i've written for a series like this.

— there is no posting schedule for this fic, but i will try to post when i can!

reblogs are appreciated! :)

— posts about Contentment will be under #; 🍉, Contentment !

taglist : open !

☆ | CHAPTERS

chapter 1 | Drowned in sorrows ... at the wrong time. [ Coming Soon]

chapter 2 | Days after; another encounter. [ Coming Soon ]

chapter 3 | ...

chapter 4 | ...

chapter 5 | ...

chapter 6 | ...

chapter 7 | ...

chapter 8 | ...

chapter 9 | ...

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chapter 11 | ...

chapter 12 | ...

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chapter 16 | ...

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chapter 18 | ...

chapter 19 | ...

chapter 20 | ...

chapter 21 | ...

chapter 22 | ...

chapter 23 | ...

#; 🍉，yuqiwoah !#diluc x reader #diluc x y/n #diluc x gender neutral reader #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin #genshin impact #diluc fic #diluc fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #; 🍉，harvest

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kae-karo · 2 years

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Fic Roundup 2022

my fave that i've written this year 😌

jan - our names were meant to have arrows drawn through (x) - klk spring break meet cute posted on the literal first day of the year lmao i remember being surprised this one got so little interaction for it being klk?

feb - bring me my coffin, please (x) - my first chennett fic!!! i really went 'ya i'll just write this and get it out of my system' and now i'm out here still writing chennett lmao

mar - my love is the killing kind (x) - chiluc assassin soulmate au where you can't kill ur soulmate >:} unironically this was such a fun au to write and i had a great time with it

apr - like you, like me (x) - sdlkfj chiluc again, very soft and a lil melancholy and inspired by the lovely @/eseninkit's art (on twt) that just gave me so many Emotions

may - dead line, live wire (x) - a klk wrong number and accidental meet cute au that stepped outside my usual klk dynamics - it's always fun to have aus where they haven't met before and see how things would turn out differently

jun - ragnvindr? i barely know her! (x) - another klk with a test of different dynamics for me, featuring darknight hero diluc and kaeya who actually (somehow) didn't know it was diluc lmao

jul - shadows amidst snowstorms (x) - albedo/fakebedo but instead of talking it out during their encounter, they fuck about it. this was probably the first time i really jumped into a hatefuck type of scenario!

aug - letters unsigned and unsent out of fear (x) - klk epistolary fic based on the letters they both kept during the hidden strife event! my first time trying my hand at a (mostly) epistolary fic

sept - that, surfeiting, the appetite may sicken and so die (x) - finally some zhongchi on this list lmao. another first, both somno and egg/ovipos, and i wasn't sure how ppl would like it? but i'm glad yall enjoyed lmao

oct - i don't bite (but i heard you might) (x) - bakutodo!!! finally!! not the first one i wrote after picking bnha back up, but definitely my fave so far. wolf!bkg and vamp!tdrk full of playful banter and a lil spice >:}

nov - do your worst (that's what you do best) (x) - panttore!! evil men being evil and sexy and kind of evil to each other too!!! i had a good time with this one and once again trying out some dynamics i don't often do lmao

dec - Kaeya and the Huge Bread (x) - i'm using this as dec since i published the final ch in dec lmao. chaeya author au my beloved!! i had unironically SO much fun writing this fic, both from the actual perspective of writing the chaeya (which is always fun but was especially fun with this particular dynamic) and writing the various commercial break ships that i might otherwise not have had the inspiration to write. i think this was up there as one of my fave fics to write like, maybe ever

honorable mentions & other stats below the cut 🙏

i posted 523k words over 46 different fics this year???? and two fandoms (bnha and genshin, welcome back bnha lmao)

my longest fic was 117k (bread! - x), the shortest was 678 words (too young to die - x)

i also wrote my first xiaother this year! your calming embrace is the first time i felt something real (x) back in june 😌

and!!! i got back into bnha again this year - rewatching the training camp arc is what actually finally inspired me to start writing for bnha again, and i wrote patched up in the dark (x)

i also wrote a fallen angel / risen demon bktd au that i had quite a fun time with from a worldbuilding perspective - closer to heaven than you'll ever know (x)

i also continued my (very slow) progress of making country music gay by writing and p.s. if this is kaeya... (x). perhaps i'll add another fic to that short list next year lmao

and!! i finally finished the time that we spent in arms and in longing series (x) inspired by my very first ever chaeya fic many moons ago, which remains one of my fave fics to this day

oh and speaking of series, i also concluded my chiluc sparks of hope built in the dark series (x) that started with the aphrodisiac'd diluc some time last year

and in other firsts, i finally did smth i had been meaning to do for ages - writing zhongkae! fleeting heart and home (please, let me be kind) (x) with any luck, i'll have inspiration to write them more next year too

and finally, in the world of bnha firsts, i wrote and posted some bakushin for the first time! speakeasy (x), where i got to play with the particularly interesting dynamic of "you should be addicted to shutting the fuck up" / "you wanna fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid" 😌

and obviously there were many many more, i've only barely listed half of them here, but thank u to everyone who read and enjoyed these stories with me this year!! here's to many more to come 💜

#fic roundup 2022 #my fics #genshin #bnha

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richardgraysonpercyjackson · 1 year

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AO3 WIPs and Posting/Planning/Writing schedule - June 23 - July 2nd

Trying to post in Tumblr more so if any of y'all follow me from AO3, here's my uploading/writing plan for next week since I'm trying to keep things on track

First, here is my list of WIPs w/fandoms, series, etc.

Diluc Babysits Klee: The Sequel (Genshin Impact, The Rise of Diluc Ragnvindr series - series posted + in progress)

The Doctor and The Banker (Genshin Impact, The Something & The Someone series - series in progress, not posted)

Beginning of The End: Part 5 (Star Wars, Balance To The Force series - series posted and in progress)

The Scribe and The Architect (Genshin Impact, The Something & The Someone series - series in progress, not posted)

Upload, writing, planning schedule

Friday, 23rd (today)

Finish Ch 8: The Doctor and The Banker

Finish & Post ch 2: Diluc Babysits Klee, The Sequel

Monday, 26th

Write Ch 9: The Doctor and The Banker

Plan Ch 3: Diluc Babysits Klee: The Sequel

Tuesday, 27th

Post Ch 3: Diluc Babysits Klee: The Sequel

Write Beginning of The End: Part 5

Plan Ch 10: The Doctor and The Banker

Wednesday, 28th

Post Beginning of The End: Part 5

Write Ch 10: The Doctor and The Banker

Plan Ch 4: Diluc Babysits Klee

Thursday, 29th

Post Ch 4: Diluc Babysits Klee

Post Ch 1: The Doctor and The Banker

Plan Ch 1: The Scribe and The Architect

Friday, 30th

Plan Ch 5: Diluc Babysits Klee: The Sequel

Write Ch 1: The Scribe and The Architect

Plan next "Balance To The Force Work"

#fanfiction #genshin diluc #genshin fanfic #genshin impact #star wars #star wars fanfiction #my works #works in progress

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tartagliove · 3 years

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Fireside Cuddles ✧ Diluc

Diluc Ragnvindr x Reader ✧ 0.6k words

Synopsis ✧ You’ve had a long, hard day of work, and Diluc is there to encourage you and make you feel better.

Tags and Warnings ✧ Pure fluff!

Note ✧ Just a little encouragement drabble dedicated to @ererokii for completing day one of her finals! And really, for anyone finishing the school year and taking those tough tests. You got this! Thanks to @lotsoffandomstoimagine for betaing and for making sure Diluc is in character.

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“I’m home.” The low rumble warms you more than the fire you’re sitting beside, and keeps you from slipping into sleep. You let out a content sigh, happy that Diluc is home.

“Welcome home,” you reply, rolling your head back to try and ease the ache in your neck.

Diluc’s keen eyes take in your movements as he slips off his coat and hangs it by the door. “You’ve had a long day, haven’t you, my dear?”

“Mhm. The longest. But so have you, Diluc.”

“Yes, but this is usual for me. Today put a lot more pressure on you than most days would. I wish I could have come home sooner to help you.”

“You’re here now, and that’s what matters to me.”

The smile you give him is brighter than the flames he could ever conjure up. Diluc’s returning smile is small and soft, full of affection as he pours your favorite drink into a cup, and places two cookies onto a small plate. He carries the snack over to you and sets them down on the table before the couch.

“Drink. You have to stay hydrated when you’re working hard. And eat, too. All your efforts will not be worth it if you neglect your body.”

You sit up to do as he says, humming in delight as you take a sip from your cup and bite into a cookie. The cushions dip as Diluc joins you on the couch. One of his arms stretches out behind you, resting on the back of the sofa, so you can lean into his side as you cradle your cup in your hands. He tilts his head, resting his cheek to the top of your head.

It’s so warm, and so safe.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence as you finish your snack. After you put your cup down, you burrow yourself more closely to Diluc’s side. He huffs a quiet laugh, chest shaking, before wrapping both arms around you to pull you even closer. His hands slide up your back to knead at your shoulders, and to rub warm circles into the base of your neck. You almost melt in his arms, and the blissful turn of your lips makes his eyes soften.

“I’m proud of you,” he murmurs.

“For what?” you ask, looking at him curiously.

He thinks the colors of your eyes are the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, made even more beautiful with the warm light of the fireplace.

“For getting yourself through this day. You’ve been doing so much to prepare, and all of it comes down to a few important hours. No matter how it turns out, I’m proud of you for trying your best. And regardless of what the results are, I will never love you any less.”

Your heart swells with warmth and love for this beautiful man that you get to call yours. “Thank you, Diluc.” Reaching up to cup his face in your hands, your thumbs stroke gently across his cheeks. “Kiss me?” you ask sweetly.

“Of course, my dear.”

He leans in toward you to press his lips to your own, warm and soft and gentle. With each kiss that heats you from the inside out, you can feel your aches disappear and your stress melt away. You are happy in the arms of the man you love.

And you feel so, so warm.

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #type: text #my writing #my writing: drabble #fanfic: genshin #fanfic: diluc ragnvindr #type: game #game: genshin impact #ch: diluc ragnvindr #friend: miss aimee #misc: for friends

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“Who knows? Perhaps we’re fated to be doomed together.”

#genshinedit #gamingedit #genshin impact #kaeya #diluc #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #game: genshin impact #ch: kaeya alberich #ch: diluc ragnvindr #gifs*#*#i hope kaeya's quote isn't a bad omen...

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z3nitsusgf · 3 years

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over and over and over again

ch: diluc ragnvindr x reader

cw: pussy slapping, fingering, overstimulation, squirting, some degradation, dumbification, mean dom diluc, afab reader w/ gn pronouns.

no matter how many times diluc sees it, it never gets old to him.

and every time, he thinks you look the most beautiful. wobbly chin and quivering plump lips, smeared tears down your cheeks - and how puffy your pussy has gotten by the time he’s gotten to your fourth orgasm.

a beautiful fucked out mess.

three of his fingers are knuckle deep in your plush sloppy cunt, and diluc drags the rough pads of his fingers to push and rub against your gooey spot in your pussy. it’s fast and harsh and he doesn’t stop prodding at the overstimulated spongey walls till you’re mewling and gushing again. “di-diluc, no more—“ you openly sob out, shimmery salty tears cascading down your waterline and wetting your lashes.

he shushes you, thumb coming up to press down on your slippery clit and rub roughly. and you clamp your legs together around his wrist, squeezing the doughy flesh around his forearm as if that’ll stop the relentless stimulation of the curling of his fingers inside your gspot and the thumb on your pulsing clit.

you’re panting and trembling under him, and diluc leers over you with a sardonic smile. “you gonna cum again, hm?” he coos, hooking his fingers up, “gonna make another mess?” you whine, bleary eyes looking up at the redhead, and he presses kisses down your throat. and a mess you made, the sheets soaked and damp beneath you. your cum coating your inner thighs and dripping down the cleft of your ass.

“c-can’t— please diluc—!” you moan, voice scratchy and broken. your hands wring the sheets. hips humping erratically against his fingers when he pulls them out and wipes the sticky mess across your folds. diluc cracks his hand down, smacking all five fingers across your pussy, you yelp and jerk your hips back, clit pulsing and red under his ministrations

“shut up,” he tells you and you gasp, choking on your moans and diluc slaps your pussy again. “always whinin’ about how you can’t take it, yet you soak my sheets like a whore.” the soft red strands of his hair fall over his shoulder and tickle your sternum, and diluc watches you go stupid and twitchy under him. and he plunges his fingers back in the sopping velvet walls and scissors them, it makes sticky wet liquid gush and squirt across his dampened palm.

you squeal and writhe as he lets out a laugh, “there ya go, get me all messy.” he rubs your cunt messily and it makes your legs kick out from underneath, panting out in whimpers and moans that ring through his room so loud he’s sure everyone in the winery can hear. your brain is fuzzy and clouded in a haze, all you can feel is diluc, diluc, diluc.

you tremble, pussy clenching and a dribble of pearly slick drips from your abused raw hole, and diluc pushes his fingers back inside your puffy cunt like he didn’t just rip the biggest orgasm out of you. “luc— diluc, n’more,” you slur, tongue slopping out of your mouth as you pant, and he ignores you in favor of sinking his fingers deeper into your plush walls.

“you’re going to cum for me again.” he tells you, and he doesn’t leave you much room to disobey. hooking his digits up and pounding them faster into the sloppy mess that schlicks and makes wet kissing noises, your eyes have screwed shut and you arch up into him. his forearm bulges and pretty veins rise as he fingers your cunt, “be good f’me, come on pretty,” he eggs and twists his wrist, hooking his fingers up and down till they prod against your gspot and you’re rolling your eyes back into your skull,

“diluc--” you cry out, and he knows you’re going to soak his forearm once again, and he pushes open your legs and pinches and flicks your oversensitive bundle of nerves till you wail and squirt, staining the front of his white button down and his pants. the slick pooling in his palm and dripping over his skin, and he leans down to kiss you while dragging his fingers from your raw pussy, kneading your hips as he cups your face and kisses you heavily.

diluc pulls away, watching you pant and shudder and presses his forehead against yours and says, “think you’re ready to take my cock now, my love.”

#val.writes ❦#genshin impact･ﾟ✧#genshin smut #diluc x reader smut #diluc smut #genshin x reader smut #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc ragnvindr smut

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cephei-ea · 1 year

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Masterlist

Genres:

F= fluff

A= angst

N= nsfw

S= smut

C= comfort

H= hurt

Categories:

ima= imagine

one= oneshot

fic= fic (multiple chapters)

drb= drabble

au= alternate universe

hc= headcannons

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JUJUTSU KAISEN

Geto Suguru

Memento (fic - a, c)

ATTACK ON TITAN

Levi Ackerman

Reflection (one - a, h)

FAIRYTAIL

Natsu Dragneel

Golden Scales (drb - h/c, a)

Lucy Heartfilia

Golden Scales (drb - h/c, a)

FINAL FANTASY VII

Cloud Strife

Fluff Alphabet (hc/drb - f)

Interlinked (drb - a, h)

TALE OF THE NINE TAILED

Lee Rang

Green Juice (one - a, h/c, f)

MOB PSYCHO 100

Shigeo Kageyama (Mob)

Disbelief (ima - a)

GENSHIN IMPACT

Diluc Ragnvindr (DNH)

Hydro Abyss Mage (ima - a)

Multi (individual) - Reaction To Your Pregnancy (fic/hc - f, a)

Multi (individual) - Argument Pt1 (hc/drb - a)

Multi (individual) - Argument Pt2 (drb - a, h/c)

Kaeya Alberich

Multi (individual) - Reaction To Your Pregnancy (fic/hc - f, a)

Scaramouche (Balladeer/Wanderer)

Multi (individual) - Reaction To Your Pregnancy (fic/hc - f, a)

Ch*lde (Tartaglia)

Multi (individual) - Reaction To Your Pregnancy (fic/hc - f, a)

Diluc, Ch*lde, Dainsleif - Argument Pt1 (hc/drb - a)

Diluc, Ch*lde, Dainsleif - Argument Pt2 (drb - a, h/c)

Dainsleif

Diluc, Ch*lde, Dainsleif - Argument Pt1 (hc/drb - a)

Diluc, Ch*lde, Dainsleif - Argument Pt2 (drb - a, h/c)

Xiao

Multi (individual) - Reaction To Your Pregnancy (fic/hc - f, a)

UNORDINARY

Arlo (Asslo)

Chores (one - a, c)

Pattern (one - a, c)

I LOVE YOO

Dieter Becker-Wulff

Summit (drb - f, h/c)

#masterlist #character list

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himeryu · 2 years

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Away (Kamisato Ayato x Reader)

CH NOTES: established relationship, childhood friends, implied one-sided love/ unrequited love, oneshot, angst, open ending.

PAIRING: Ayato x Gunnhildr!Reader (gender neutral)

SUMMARY: Ayato waits for you to come back to him.

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Ayato stays locked up in his office as he completes his work. His mind is unable to focus as the thoughts of the season plague his mind. Summer has arrived in Inazuma. He used to look forward to summer. Playing under the hot summer sun while drinking cool boba with his family by his side. It was during this season he felt free from the burden of his clan.

But now he eagerly waits for a certain someone to arrive in Mondstadt– you.

He smiles alone in his office as he recalls the summer days he spent with you. You are older than Ayato; more mature than him, yet more playful than him. He concludes it was because of the difference in your upbringing. You grew up in the land of free, Mondstadt, and he grew up in the land of eternity, Inazuma.

You were different than him, yet so similar. If Kamisato Ayato had to describe your entire personality in one word, it would be free. It was Cliche since you hail from Mondstadt and are an anemo vision user, after all. But no other word could perfectly describe your personality.

He recalls your first meeting, how his eyes widened in confusion as you greet him in Mondstadt etiquette.

He continues to bask in memories of you– engraving you into his heart, memorizing your habits and hobbies. Afraid that one day he might forget everything about you. His heart aches at the thought. He can’t forget you, he told himself– you were there for him at his toughest.

But did you forget about him?

He bites his lower lip.

It has been five years since you last visited Inazuma; four years since your last letter to him; three years since Inazuma closed its borders; and one year since Inazuma opened its borders to foreign visitors again. Yet where are you? Ayato sighs to himself, rubbing his nose bridge as his thoughts once again get plagued by you– the Mondstadt noble who barged into his life unannounced and left unannounced.

five years ago, in the year he just turned 18, you didn’t come. All that arrived from Mondstadt was his now retainer and a letter from you. He sighs as he opens his drawer, unveiling the very letter he received from you all those years ago.

Ayato grabs it, scanning the paper. It has been five years since this letter found its way to his doorstep, yet the letter is still in great shape because of his care. He unfolds the letter, rereading the contents for the umpteenth time.

To Kamisato Ayato,

Happy birthday, you have finally turned 18! I was getting tired of being the only adult between the 3 of us. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to visit Inazuma this summer. As much as I wanted to see you and have your first drink of Mondstadt’s famous dandelion wine, problems occurred.

You might’ve heard of it— I mean, of course, you would! Though, let me retell it to you. Master Crepus, someone very dear to me, passed away, and his son, Diluc Ragnvindr ran away. Because of that, politics in Mondstadt has been pretty hectic. I had to assist my sister with Ordo Favonius's affairs— even though I’m not a knight!

Also, I recently heard an acquaintance of mine would visit Inazuma to find his long-lost father or something— I forgot! But anyway, his name is Thoma. So if you ever come across a blonde-haired man with green eyes, take good care of him for me, alright?

Anyways, I promise I will make it up to you next summer! I’ll even bring extra dandelion wine from the vault of Dawn Winery for us to drink together!! So, let’s see again next summer, Ayato. :D

— [Name] Gunnhildr.

Ayato smiles to himself– the contents of your letter never get old. Yet he still can’t help but think how time traveled so fast. He is no longer 18 years old, he has drunk Mondstadt’s famous Dandelion Wine, and Thoma, your acquaintance, is now one of the people he trusts the most. But the only thing that didn’t change, was you not coming back next summer.

He puts down the paper with a painful expression. How can he ever forget about you? when he can’t seem to remove the very existence that reminds him of you?

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milkypompon · 2 years

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Unexpected Company

summary: diluc’s new outfit meets pride and prejudice ch. XI

genre: diluc x reader, lisa as your supportive bff, slight nsfw, y/n down bad asf for master diluc’s new skin

wc: 1.1k+

The setting sun casted a golden glow over your face. It was a welcoming warmth as you trekked the dirt path from Mondstadt to Dawn Winery. Typically, using a waypoint was more appropriate to cover land at a quicker pace. But your companion, Miss Lisa, was a romantic at heart.

“If I didn’t love books as much as I do, I’d be an adventurer like you, my dear y/n.” Lisa tilted her head to catch your eyes.

You picked the stray sweet flower petal from her hat, earning you a hum of gratitude. “I’d hardly say running errands for the Adventurer’s Guild would grant me that title.”

Lisa let out a breathy chuckle. “Semantics.”

You let your free hand graze the smooth stone as you rounded the corner near the manor. The other was gripping a letter from the Cavalry Captain given to you earlier this morning.

Kaeya tossed a dark parchment neatly rolled. “Deliver this to Master Diluc, will you?”

“Why not submit a request at the Adventurer’s Guild?” You huffed.

“I’ll pay you under the table.” He smiled cheekily. “Your boots are a little worse for wear.”

You shoved his shoulder. “Fine, you big oaf.”

“Oh– One last thing,” Kaeya leaned into you, his minty breath tickling your nose. “These words aren’t meant for your eyes.”

Now here you were standing next to one of the most intelligent women you know. Lisa's knowledge spanned from lessons privately taught in the Sumeru Academia to your infatuation for the pyro vision-holder residing in the manor.

You fidgeted with your belt. “Go ahead and knock.”

“I’m not your maid!” Lisa stifled a laugh. “I came here as moral support for your single ass because we both know how you act in front of–”

The wooden doors groaned open.

Diluc’s fiery hair was tied up higher than usual, stray strands licking his jaw. “Welcome Miss Mince and y/n.” He brought a hand over his chest and took a reverent bow.

Your eyes savored his different choice of clothing. A welcome change. Soon drifting to the chains deliciously wrapped around his gloved fingers.

“Good afternoon, Master Ragnvindr.” You nodded in return.

A tinge of pink dusted his cheeks. “No need to call me such a title. My first name will suffice.”

An interesting reaction. Now, it was your turn to flush into all shades of red from your obscene thoughts.

Lisa replied with vigor as if reading your mind, “Wouldn’t that be inappropriate to not properly address a well-respected figure like you, Master Diluc?”

If you hadn’t known Diluc, or more so, watched him from afar at Angel’s Share as you drank with his brother and the librarian, then you’d think he was devoid of emotions.

But a fraction of a slight smirk in front of you was more than you could ask for.

“You may settle inside. I suppose you’re here regarding a commission.” He followed behind you, pressing his hand to the curve of your back.

Gooseflesh pricked your neck as you let yourself lean into the touch as Diluc guided you near the fireplace flickering brightly. His warmth differed from the flames. It was inviting, luring you into being enveloped into his everything.

A ferocity of need singed your body. You were forced to pull away and cross your arms to subtly massage the ache of your breasts.

Lisa crossed her ankles as she settled on the plush chair and simply smiled behind the teacup Adelinde prepared.

You jutted out the hand holding the dark parchment. “A letter from the Cavalry Captain.”

Diluc grasped it and tore open the wax seal.

A secret admirer of yours is running amok in Mondstadt.

Your focus was trained on his gloves gripping the paper. Your mouth went dry at the thought of how the rough leather would feel on your skin. Or the chill of the chains grazing your thigh.

Diluc ran a hand down his contorted face before tugging on the black leather choker as if he was loosening a tie.

You swallowed thickly and leaned into the wooden table, sparse save for a few loose leaf parchment and writing utensils.

“My archons-damned brother,” He grunted and turned Kaeya’s message into blistering heat and ash before you could sneak a peek.

“W– Well, if there’s nothing else to be said, then I’d say our business is done.”

“As the recipient of the commission, I say when it’s concluded.”Diluc dusted off the ash and gripped your waist. “Sit down.”

His smooth voice did nothing short of easing your racing mind. If anything, it resurfaced the thoughts you had last night with your nimble fingers coated in saliva scouring under the blanket and between your legs to catch the arousal.

But Master Diluc wasn’t any better.

After his nightly escapades as the Darknight Hero, adrenaline would course through his veins only to land on the growing bulge that made him ache. As he palmed himself through the tight pants, he wondered how your delicate hands would struggle to wrap around his cock. Or better yet, your puffy lips— the one on your flushed face or southern bits. Either one would suffice.

You glided the back of your palm against Diluc’s chest, slightly exposed, but enough to tempt you to touch it.

Diluc pulled back a chair before his desk. “I must reply to this and you may send it to Kaeya.”

“Alright,” You breathed out.

You settled next to Lisa who had a glint in her eyes.

After a few moments of silence the librarian cried, “Oh, what poor etiquette you have to keep your guests waiting.” She stood up and stretched her back dramatically.

“Y/n, let me persuade you to follow my example, and take a turn about the room. I assure you it is very refreshing after sitting so long.”

You were surprised, but agreed to it immediately. Lisa could sense the growing anxiousness and embarrassingly enough, the throbbing need in your core. It didn’t help that you felt the familiar stickiness between your legs as you stood up.

You hooked your arm into hers and murmured, “It seems that he won’t be joining us. Even if it’s much needed after reading the letter.”

“Trust me when I say I’m level-headed enough to reply to my dear brother,” Diluc continued, “You either choose this method of passing the evening because you have secret affairs to discuss, or…”

He set down his quill and caught your eyes. “You are conscious that your figures appear to the greatest advantage in walking.”

You looked away and stared at your boots.

“If the first, I would be completely in your way, and if the second. I can admire you much better as I sit by the fire.”

You gripped Lisa’s arm. “You’re quite bold, aren't you, Master Diluc?”

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