#diluc was my first pull and he's stuck with me ever since

[itmestine]

Thank you so much for the tag @takeme-totheworld! This is my first time doing one of these too.

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms

Tokyo Mew Mew - Retasu Midorikawa

Naruto - Kakashi Hatake

Jane Eyre - Jane Eyre

Love Live Sunshine - Chika Takami

Mushi-shi - Ginko

Bakemonogatari - Tsubasa Hanekawa

From The New World - Saki Watanabe

Genshin Impact - Diluc Raginvindr

Obey Me - Lucifer

Good Omens - Aziraphale and Crowley (I am incapable of picking between them)

Tagging (no pressure of course!): @neiratina @obae-me @dreamsforthedamned @jasper-crow @the-name-is-loser @mimisempai @dral-koumine

[genshin-impact-unofficial]

Naughty Little Secret Pt.2

Reactions of Genshin men finding your spicy literature.

Ft. Childe, Albedo, and Alhaitham  (Aka blue eyed boy edition)

(PART 1) Ft. Diluc, Cyno, and Thoma  (PART 3) Ft. Scaramouche, Itto, and Xiao

Tags: PG-13, Sexual Themes, GN!Reader, Technically SFW, Crushes, TW!Blood (Albedo) but it’s very mild, LOTS OF TEASING Notes: I swear my first time writing a character always turns out so long. I so appreciate everyone cheering me on tho! Feel free to send suggestions to my inbox! 💘(Repost!)

Childe

Spicy romance novels were your guilty pleasure. After a rough week at work, you deserved to sit back at Yanshang Teahouse and let the flow of words on the pages guide your imagination. You held your newest purchase in your hand and pondered if the cover art was a coincidence. Perhaps deep down, you subconsciously picked the book with a pretty ginger boy on the cover.

Tartagalia hadn’t visited Liyue in a while... and maybe there was a part of you that missed the tall handsome Snezhnayan boy just a tiny bit. You were a tad totally heartbroken when your friend departed from the harbor. He would come by your work quite often just to chat and whenever he had time to kill. Eventually, his company and charming words just became a part of your routine. It was impossible not to be dazzled by the boy’s abundant attention. But as time passed and you felt confident that you were completely over your little crush. You shook your head of those thoughts, it wasn’t important why you chose the book you did. You were here to enjoy yourself and you were hell bound to do just that.

The orange haired protagonist finds himself swept up in trouble much bigger than himself. To protect what’s dearest to him, he becomes a spy to an organization he holds no loyalty to. While behind enemy lines, he meets a girl who sees right through the mask he puts on. She not only figures out he’s a spy, but also sees his bleeding heart that has the ability to turn for the better. Your heart ached for the boy. The way he was stuck between his duties and who he loved made you feel endless sympathy for the protag. He had to betray one in the end to accomplish the other. 

His mission was going to be completed in the morning. After that, he would never see the girl again. The handsome ginger spilled his feeling, laying himself out bare to the girl he loved. She knows, she always did, and she wanted to show him now on their last night. Emotions flood forward as their bodies tangle with one another. He wants her to feel his earnest passion.  He wants to bring her joy, to bring her the happiness she deserved, to bring her pleasure...  A low familiar whistle pulled your mind from the scene. No way...

“Huh, so this is what you do while I’m away...” A cheeky voice teased. You whipped your head to look at the widest shit eating grin that you’ve ever seen since.... well since he left.  

“Tartagalia? What- When did you?” You were reeling and sputtered in surprise and embarrassment. You attempted redirect his attention and tuck the novel behind you as a last ditch effort to save your pride. But alas, Ajax was not known to be a merciful guy.  

“Ah ah ah Y/N, I hadn’t got a good look at that last page. I just have to know about those ‘rippling abs’ mentioned.” Childe playfully reached behind you and snagged the book from your grip. You tried to swipe it back but his reflexes were too fast. “You don’t mind sharing right?”

“I’m serious give it back Childe!”  You threatened, but it only spurred him further. He had a whole head up on you, and was talking full advantage of it. Childe held the book open above you and dramatically cleared his throat before reciting naughty lines from the passages. Your felt your face burn red in both embarrassment and now absolute fury. 

This kid was so dead!

Albedo

There was urgency in your steps while you trekked through the snowy path. You visited Dragonspine enough times to know the beaten trail even when covered in fresh snow, but it was still your least favorite part of coming to the lab. If you had to list your favorite part, well...... your friend Albedo wasn’t exactly terrible to look at. You were glad to see him again so soon. Typically, you purposely spaced out your visits up the mountain, but when you received a letter asking for your assistance in a research matter you really couldn’t say no. 

As junior librarian of the knights, you were tasked with dropping off books and other study material to Albedo’s lab. It’s a grueling task but the two of you got along very well so you were always happy to do it. That being said, you weren’t exactly a person of science and opted reading into history and arts most times. Through years of knowing Albedo, you had to set a clear cut boundary on being a test rat for the alchemist. So far he has respected your wishes, so you didn’t assume it was why he’d call you out here. The curiosity was almost as bad as the blistering cold hitting your nose. As soon as the light illuminating from the lab was in view, you rushed forward desperate for warmth. 

“Y/N, I’ve been awaiting you.” Albedo greeted you kindly. 

“Hey Albe-” The words died in your throat when you caught sight of your friend. The blond’s hair was free from its usual up-do, messy locks framed the boys handsome features and flowed over his shoulders. Albedo’s neat attire was now lax, his knightly accessories nowhere to be seen. What could be seen was the expanse of the alchemist’s collarbone since two additional buttons were undone on his dress shirt. Somehow even while fully clothed, it felt indecent to witness him like this. “Is... everything alright Albedo?” You asked, averting your eyes to keep from ogling your friend. 

“Of course.” Albedo answered easily, his voice was low and sultry. “Please take a seat Y/N. I have something urgent that needs your eyes.” He directed you, cocking his head towards the small table. Your brain was short circuiting and all you could think to do was obediently sit. You had never seen the serious and calculated man like this but you weren’t exactly complaining either. Albedo served you a cup of hot tea and opted to lean against the table instead of sitting. 

“So... um what did you need me to look at.” You asked awkwardly, unsure what to do with yourself. 

“Well obviously I want you to look at me Y/N” A light smirk formed across Albedo’s lips and he smoothly leaned over your chair. Your eyes followed every single movement while your face quickly began to heat up. Where was all of this coming from? Should you be concerned? 

“W- what do you mean by that?” You blurted out, mind racing a mile a minute.

“I want you to-” Everything came to a screeching halt when your chair, that Albedo had been leaning on, began to tilt backwards. Both you and blond were sent crashing to the ground, ruining any kind of mood that was building. Your head ached from where you bumped it but Albedo intentionally took the brunt of it, completely face-planting into the hard floor. 

“Albedo are you alright??” You hovered over him. The boy simply turned to you and blinked. His stoic expression was more akin to what you typically were used to. 

“I apologize Y/N. It seems I didn’t fully grasp the concepts in the experiment before executing it. Are you hurt?” He stood up and carefully helped you to your feet. He examined you for any signs of injury, regardless of his obviously bleeding nose. 

“Im good, the chair broke most of my fall. You on the other hand...” You grabbed a handkerchief and try to assist him. “Wait... experiment? Is that what this is all about?” You accused, slightly irked. 

“Yes, I saw a fascinating book among the study material you left behind recently. I assumed that it was a new subject you had recommended for me.” Albedo stated simply. “Its contents was um... quite intimate at times, but I thought it was a interesting perspective on forming human connections.” You felt froze, but this time not from the blistering cold. 

“Did the book have um.... did it have a pair of cuffs on the front?” You asked, praying to the archons that you were mistaken.

“Yes, I studied it extensively.” Albedo replied without a hint of shame on his features.  You replayed his interactions and what had just transpired in your head and looked back over to your friend.

“Okay two things. One, don’t you dare breathe a word to anyone about that book or else I’ll be very upset with you. And two, that was fucking hilarious.” You bursted out in laughter at the absurdity of the whole happenstance. Albedo gazed back at you confused, but your amusement was undeniably infectious. He smiled fondly back at you. Although the experiment couldn’t be labeled a success, the outcome was still one he found pleasing.  

Alhaitham

It was grueling working in the Akademiya recently. The overthrow of power left everyone with plenty to do. You would go mad from attending meeting after meeting if you didn’t have some sort of stress outlet. Writing was a way you liked to ease your mind, like an escape of sorts. You loved writing loose plots for light novels and dreamed to one day send an entry to the “Wow This Novel is Amazing!” contest in Inazuma. You were far from a finished manuscript, but it’s days like these that gave you inspiration. After working through piles of paperwork, you earned yourself a moment of indulgence. Especially when stress was eating you alive, your scenes tended to take a turn for the... suggestive. 

The scene opened to the main character pondering why their mentor kept themselves at arms length. She respected him immensely and strives to uphold his reputation by improving her skill. He was young and handsome, skilled far beyond his years. They held a close bond, closer than either of them have ever experienced. Now it was unclear why he was giving her such a cold shoulder. She confronts her mentor about the reasons behind his actions. He expresses his pride in her, how she has come far in the their time together. But for her to achieve new highs, she must leave him behind. His feelings for her would only be a hindrance now. 

She felt the tension between them for some time now. It was lingered in soft bushes between fingers, meaningful glances over meals, and caring gestures done without thinking. She’s fallen for the beautiful man, to a point that it wasn’t logical. No words need to be exchanged, only body heat. Arms hold onto the other in yearning desperation. Lips hungrily meet, as if they’ll never to be sated. Her want clouds all her senses and she could feel his willingness to give her everything, all of him. Hot needy breaths trail down her body, discarding any clothes that stood barrier, until he finally put his mouth directly on- 

“Busy Y/N?” The amused man asked from the doorway. You jump in response, quickly pushing aside the parchment that you were writing on. 

“Alhaitham! What are you doing here?” You pipe up, surprised to see your friend for more than one reason. Alhaitham had been promoted to acting grand sage while the rest was still settling, he had to be incredibly busy. 

“I see you’re not very excited to see me,” Alhaitham teased, strolling casually into your office anyway. “Even after I went through the trouble of coming to grab the data reports myself and pay you a visit.” He tsked. 

“You came to see me? Ah, so you need a favor.” You playfully jabbed back, easily finding comfort in the other’s company. It really had been quite a while. If it weren’t for the man’s inflated ego, you might have told him that you’ve missed him. 

“You wound me. It’s not an oddity for colleagues reconnect reminisce while also carrying out an errand for the acting great sage.” Alhaitham replied smoothly, not bothering to go through the motions and pretend to act hurt.

“Yikes, already pulling the ‘acting great sage’ card.” You chuckle. Alhaitham and you have worked closely together for years, so you didn’t mind going out of your way to do him a favor. But maybe one day he would learn that all he had to do was ask nicely. 

“It would be foolish to not use the assets as they are presented to me.” The former scribe shrugged. He opened his mouth as if to continue the witty banter, but a beep from on his person alerted him of something. “I’ll have to brief you later. I’ll just take the data reports and be on my way.”

“Right, here it goes.” You handed him the prepared stack of papers on your desk and just like that Alhaitham was gone, off to his next endeavor. Wow he really is swamped now a days. You thought, ready to get back into your writing. Ideas kept flowing through you as you looked for the parchment you just had.... Wait it was just right here. Oh no.

-

“ALHAITHAM! I NEED THE DATA REPOR-” You barged into acting grand sage’s office, which was no easy feat. You were stopped again and again by all the matra crawling about. Your mouth ran dry when spotted the parchment in the smirking man’s hands. You wished the floor would just open up and swallow you whole so that you wouldn’t have to look at that cocky handsome face. 

“The data report? Certainly, it’s right over there on the desk.” Alhaitham stated, not bothering to take his eyes off your handwriting. “I’m still going over some of it now and I have to say, it’s quite in depth.” He went on.

“You are such a jerk! Give it!” You resorted to trying to snatch it, but the former scribe easily turned away without sparing you even a single glance. You knew what he wanted and damn did it feel like making a deal with the devil. “I’ll owe you a favor, no questions asked. Just hand it over and keep your mouth shut.” 

“Two favors.” He bargained without batting an eye.

“You’re pushing it-”

“One is for my silence and the other for the safe return of your... passion project.” Alhaitham interjected, finally tearing his eyes from your writing to shoot you a glance above the paper. You willed a stern expression onto your face, even while a furious blush bloomed cross your cheeks. A curt nod sealed the agreement and the man casually returned the parchment to you as promised. You snatched the paper from him and averted your gaze.

“Y/N you have quite the knack for imagery.” Alhaitham added slyly. You expected he would tease you a little longer, so you braced yourself for the worst. What you did’t expect was the tall man to lean over you with his hand braced on the desk. Your eyes shot up to his in surprise. “If you’re ever in need for another peer review, I’d be happy to offer my services.” He winked. 

<A/N: These men need to be stopped>

[aeneaans]

second chances

synopsis: after 3 years, diluc finally returns to mondstadt.

word count: 608

c/w: angst sorta… hurt/comfort

a/n: yet another repost from ao3 because i do not have the time to write anything these days… didnt expect my last post to get so many notes THANK YOU!!!! thank u for reading :3 (ps might open reqs soon. idk im working on a lot of stuff for tumblr)

It was dead silent. In a small alley in Mondstadt stood you and Diluc, standing parallel to each other as your face burned, tears sliding down your cheeks. No words have been exchanged ever since tears started welling up in your eyes. The lack of words was awkward and almost deafening, yet it didn’t matter to you. You were furious and you hadn’t even a clue as to why. The man that stood in front of you was clearly frustrated as well, but his frustration didn’t seem to be directed towards you. Rather, it was a frustration directed towards himself. Why? Why couldn't he say anything?

Biting your lips, you start, “Seriously, what…what is wrong with you?” Your voice is trembling, almost as if your words are struggling to escape. Whenever you got angry, you could never put your thoughts into words. Your only reaction to anger was to cry. To cry, and to never stop crying until you had sorted out these thoughts. Knowing you for so long, Diluc has taken note of this peculiar habit of yours. Even if he could say anything about the current situation, he would know best to not do so.

Words were practically stuck in your throat. You didn’t want to say anything to hurt him, yet you can’t help but be upset with him. That’s only natural, right? You inhale. “You leave Mondstadt for so long and—and you come back just to not be able to say anything.” Your voice is breaking in between each word. “Say something!” Your voice was hoarse, despite not having said much at all. Your attempt at a shout was more of a meek yelp. Diluc didn’t say anything, nothing at all. He just…stood there. You wipe your eyes quickly, your breath hitched, and attempt to regain your composure.

After a few minutes of absolutely nothing, you manage to regain your composure. You knew it wasn’t his fault. You knew that leaving Mondstadt wasn’t something he wanted to do. So why couldn't you forgive him?

“I hate that you left us. I hate that you left me. But I hate myself for wanting to hate you, too.” Diluc looks up at you, surprised. “I know you didn’t have a choice to leave. I couldn’t even imagine what you went through when Crepus died.” You sigh. Crepus was more of a dad to you than your actual parents were. You know how much worse Diluc had it. “So why do I feel this way?” Diluc clenched his fists. What is he going to say? Was he even going to say anything at all? You shut your eyes.

Finally, Diluc opens his mouth to say something. “I’m sorry.”

You held your breath, not knowing what to say. “…Huh?”

“You have every right to hate me.”

With this, your eyes started pouring again. Though, the tears felt much lighter this time. What is he talking about? You let out a small laugh at the stupidity of this situation. How is it that both of you feel sorry? You step closer to him, ignoring his apology. “Do you understand how much I missed you?” You look him in the eyes for the first time in three years. Three years. “I can’t bring myself to hate you, even after this. There wasn’t a day that went by where I haven’t thought of you.” You grit your teeth, clenching your fist slightly before relaxing your body. With that one statement, Diluc’s eyes widened. It’s a rare sight, really. “Promise me you wont leave me ever again. Please.”

Diluc pulls you to his chest and gives you a tight embrace. “I promise.”

[lovelyney]

─────DATING THEM !! MONSTANDT GUYS────

CHARACTERS: albedo, bennett, diluc, kaeya, mika, razor, venti.

SCENT: headcanons

WARNINGS: gets a tad suggestive on Albedo's

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯2022 !! #©LOVELYNEY

꒱₊˚ 𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎 !! 𝐊𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐙

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He was somewhat oblivious when he first started developing feelings for you because he had never fallen in love beforehand.

after the strange feeling stuck with him for a few weeks, he finally consulted Sucrose about it, hoping she knew what he was feeling.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: When she explained that he had, indeed, fallen in love with you, everything clicked. The way his heartbeat sped up whenever you smiled, his sketchbook filled to the perimeter with sketches and drawings of you, his mind wandering to your smile late at night. . . everything.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Thus, he composed a painting of you and asked if you could continue to be “his muse” and how could you possibly refuse when he practically painted you as the Mona Lisa?

𖠵𝟎𝟒: He is ever so charming. He loves to see what’ll make you tick and whatnot. watch out for that, lmao.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Loves to call you “(my) love,” “princess/prince,” and “sweetheart.”

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Sucrose finds it adorable how he looks at you with so much love and admiration.

oh yeah, you and Albedo are practically her parents by always watching over and protecting her. she appreciates you two a lot.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Kisses on your fingertips and shoulder blades are a regular with him.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Always brings extra blankets when you two go out adventuring in Dragonspine. He’s accustomed to the cold at this point, so he brings them for you (:

𖠵𝟎𝟗: One of his soft spots is seeing you play with Klee (“: He always thinks about what it would be like to start a family with you.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: The first about. . . five pages of his newest sketchbooks are just you. Doing what ?? Well, that’s up to your imagination.

❝Oh, welcome back, my love. Busy day, I presume? Your timing is perfect, I must say. I just finished my last experiment for the day. . . Sit down on the bed, and I’ll brew us a pot of tea, then you can tell me all about your day, sound good?❞

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Likes to experiment with the things you like, the things you don’t. . . different things you’ll react to. One of his favorite things about you are your reactions.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: If you’re cooking or like looking through your commissions, he’ll come up from behind you and start pressing kisses down your neck and onto your collarbone. Just. . . randomly ??

𖠵𝟏𝟑: He’s a little obsessed with you. he finds himself memorizing everything you do and indulging himself in it. Sometimes he’ll even finish your sentences because he’s just been studying you for so long he knows what you’re going to say.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Wear his coat, and he will literally melt into a puddle right before your eyes.

however, wear just his coat, and you’re playing with fire. you do know he can probably create a potion for just about anything, right ??

𖠵𝟏𝟓: His kisses are always slow and passionate, even with his tongue !! His goal is to pull away with you wanting more.

has a thing for you pulling his hair when you two are making out. it drives him crazy (in a good way.)

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Makes you breakfast in bed since he always wakes up earlier than you to get a headstart on his research.

he'll always cover you with an extra blanket when he first wakes up as well.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Whenever you're sleepy, he'll ask you to sit in his lap while he's still researching so that you aren’t alone/feel lonely when you're sleeping.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: If you can't sleep, he'll always hum until you can.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Didn't believe human interactions and relationships were worth his time before he met you; he mainly focused on his research and work alone.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Doesn't really grasp what's 'right' and what's not regarding relationships. So what he says is mostly unfiltered.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: Has a notebook filled with notes about you and your relationship, both from the past and now present.

𖠵𝟐𝟐: Loves whenever you kiss his birthmark; he's slightly insecure about it, but feeling your lips on it puts him at ease.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: One of the best ways to calm him down from stress or anger is to trace lines in his palms.

꒱₊˚ 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓 !! 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

𖠵𝟎𝟏: THE ABSOLUTE MOST SWEETEST BF EVER!

𖠵𝟎𝟐: He was highly hesitant about asking you out at first because of his bad luck, but with enough assurance from Fischl and Razor (he tried his best to understand), he decided to do it.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: He had bought you a bouquet of cecilias from Flora because he was scared that if he picked them himself, they would like start on fire or something. You assured him that you appreciated the gesture either way.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: The relief on this boy’s face when you accepted his confession is hallucinatory. He engulfed you in his arms while thanking you repeatedly. And after realizing that you might be uncomfortable with his impulsive hug, he pulled away with a face as red as a rose and apologized awkwardly.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: he was a little too shy at first to call you a pet name, but then he overheard other couples, and he started to think that maybe you didn’t feel loved enough because he never called you one, which is how he started calling you “clover” or an occasional shy “baby.”

❝Ah! W—Welcome home, clover! O—Oh, um. . . You don’t mind me calling you that, do you? I heard other couples calling each other cute names, and I thought clover was fitting for you because you always give me a sense of g-good luck. . . I-If it makes you uncomfortable, t-then I can always drop i-it!❞

𖠵𝟎𝟔: This boy is so infatuated with you; please treat him with care.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: You act as the group’s (Bennett, Fischl, and Razor) designated parent, always carrying extra supplies with you when you go out with them.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: He’s insecure that you’re gonna leave him because of his luck ): He needs lots of assurance from you; please give it to him.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: When you two are cuddling/sleeping, he prefers that you rest on his chest because it keeps him grounded and assures him that you’re there with him and haven’t left.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Generally, in the mornings, you’ll find him with his arms tightly wrapped around your waist and his face nuzzled in the crook of your neck. He won’t let you go for a while.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Gushes about you like you’re some kind of super famous celebrity.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: The amount of times he’s tried to cook you something but almost burnt down the house is unruly. He almost always feels guilty, but you give me a kiss on the forehead as consolation, and he feels better :)

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Speaking of kisses, when you first kissed him, he stared at you dumbfounded with a face redder than Diluc’s hair before asking for another one.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: He’s like a touch-starved puppy. He melts at the slightest touch from you and always leans into your palm.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Loves when you run your fingers through his hair or kiss the corner of his eyes—especially in the early mornings.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: You always give him a kiss before he leaves for his commissions as a “good luck charm.”

𖠵𝟏𝟕: One of the best people you can rant to. He’ll always sit patiently and listen to your troubles.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: You’re always there to patch him up whenever he gets injured from his commissions.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Scared of touching you or bringing you anywhere because he's terrified that his bad luck will end up hurting you someday.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Brings you home little souvenirs from his adventures to always show that he's thinking of you (':

𖠵𝟐𝟏: He always has to drag you away from punching someone who trash-talks him.

꒱₊˚ 𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 !! 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐖𝐍

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He didn’t give falling in love much thought because he figured he’d be too busy running the tavern and protecting Monstandt from the Abyss Order.

he also thought that no one would like him that way because of his cold and blunt demeanor. at least compared to his brother.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Then you came along, and everything changed. You showed him patience and kindness, and with the snap of a finger, he fell head over heels

𖠵𝟎𝟑: He had two different thoughts running through his head: “what if she doesn’t feel the same and ends up getting the wrong idea of my motives and never shows her face to me again” and “what if she feels the same but right when we’ve finally settled down, she dies in my arms like father did.”

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Those thoughts alone were enough to keep him quiet cause seeing you fall in love with someone else was more bearable than losing you for good.

on the other hand, Kaeya did not let his brother staring at you with such adoration go overturned. so, he kept nagging at him to confess to you which FINALLY got him to give up.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: He had no idea how to confess to you, definitely not taking any pointers from his brother. Therefore, he just awkwardly told you, hoping his sincerity was enough to woo you.

𖠵𝟎𝟔: And when it was, it felt like he could finally see color in the world again. He felt so thankful that someone like you, kind and gentle, could love someone as vacant as him.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: You are always his number one priority. Your. Safety. Comes. First !!

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Your drinks are free at the tavern !! (Which a certain bard and cryo user think is unfair. . .)

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Likes to call you “dear” and “(my) dove.”

❝My dove, what’re you doing with that glass of wine? No. Put it down. You’ve had enough to drink for one night. Archons, you’re starting to remind me of my brother.❞

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Is terrified the Abyss Order will target you to get to him.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Is fully aware you know how to protect yourself, but he still prefers that he goes with you on your commissions, so he at least knows that you’re unscathed.

if you were to get fatally injured under his watch, he wouldn’t ever be able to forgive himself despite your protests.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Expresses his love with actions rather than words.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Doesn’t know how to convey his feelings properly; he’s a bit stiff and awkward; bare with him here.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Hugs you from behind whenever you’re cooking or reading if he’s feeling exceptionally touchy.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Sometimes, you’ll help him bartend at the tavern when you’re free, and there’s always these occasional drunk men who flirt with you that he wants to burn alive LMFAO.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Similar to Albedo, Diluc undoubtedly melts whenever you wear his jacket !! Most of the time, he lets you wear it unless he has to go to Dragonspine for something.

will always drape his jacket over your shoulders whenever he notices you’ve grown cold.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Always kisses you on the forehead before he’s off somewhere.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: He doesn’t trust the world with you, which is why he’s so possessive and overly cautious whenever you go out.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: His kisses are slow-burn if that makes sense ?? Like they start slow and sweet, then escalate to passionate and needy.

always has a hand on your chin while kissing you, using his index finger to lift it so that you meet his gaze before firmly grasping it so that you can’t shyly turn away.

his lips are always warm, so kissing him is quite pleasant (:

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Imagine on cold nights, when you’re shivering and all, Diluc peppers warm kisses down your shoulders and onto your stomach to help warm you up. (Which 100% doesn’t actually help.)

𖠵𝟐𝟏: Whenever he wakes up before you, he’ll always observe you sleeping because he finds you adorable whenever you’re so at peace with yourself.

draws shapes and patterns on your hips or legs while waiting for you to wake.

𖠵𝟐𝟐: He lets you play with and do his hair, and he tries not to admit that he adores it. He does.

𖠵𝟐𝟑: Whenever you patch up his wounds is when he sometimes feels the luckiest to have you. 

𖠵𝟐𝟒: You keep extra ointment and cooling patches on you because Diluc sometimes burns himself from his vision ‘cause he clutches his claymore so tightly.

𖠵𝟐𝟓: If you were to gently kiss his scars. . . He would not be able to control himself and just throw himself on you, his lips eagerly on yours in seconds.

𖠵𝟐𝟔: Imagine his hands are giant. . . for some reason, so whenever you hold his hand, his completely envelops yours, and he absolutely lives for it. 

꒱₊˚ 𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀 !! 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐍

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He was a hard one to read at first because you couldn't tell if he was just being his normal playful self or if he genuinely liked you.

in reality, he was actually very smitten by you and, similar to Diluc, was hesitant to tell you.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: His main concern was that he didn't want you to think he was being a creep with some ulterior motive or something of the sort.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: And so he went to Lisa for some words of advice, and she made sure to emphasize he shouldn't sound so flirtatious when confessing and should be a bit more genuine.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Asked you over for dinner, pushing a bouquet of windwheel asters and cecilias into your arms when you got to his house.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: When he finally got to confessing to you, he stumbled over his words a little because he was so scared of messing it up.

so when you accepted his feelings, it felt like he could fully breathe again. he immediately pulled you in his arms and squeezed you, promising you he'd take good care of you (:

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Nicknames can arrange from flirtatious to lovesick. Some of his favorites are “angel,” “doll,” “baby,” and “princess/prince.”

❝Ah, I see my angel has decided to come visit me from the heavens. How's your day coming along, my princess/prince? No one's been giving you trouble, I presume? Archons know if someone is and what'll I do to them. . .❞

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Lots and lots of teasing !! He loves to see you all flushed because of him.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: His hands are naturally very cold because of his vision, and he'll sneak them up your shirt or press them against your cheeks to mess with you.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Diluc doesn't know how you put up with him but is grateful that you keep him in check.

and even though he won't admit it, he's glad his brother found someone that makes him so happy.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: You humble him from time to time when he gets too prideful.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: He stopped going to the tavern as much because you mentioned that you started getting worried and frustrated that he drank so much.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Always keeps an arm slung around your waist or shoulder while you're out together.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Wants to celebrate every accomplishment you achieve. Finished all your commissions for the week ?? Fuck yeah, date time !!

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Although he's flirty, ever since he started dating you, he reserved his flirting for you alone. If someone makes a move on him, he'll scoff and brush them off.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: His kisses are always passionate and warm. He wants you to be reminded that you're his s/o and nobody else's with each kiss.

he normally has a hand on your jaw or chin so that you can't move away from him.

he loves to trail his kisses down your jaw and collarbone. seeing you shiver from pleasure boosts his ego, LMFAO.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Leaves love bites down your neck and collarbone.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Doesn't take people giving you trouble lightly. . . He'll happily give someone a lesson or two if it means they'll leave you alone for the greater good.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: Won't sleep for days if you're hospital-ridden because you got critically injured. He'll be at your side through all of it.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Gets so worried that you're going to disappear like everyone else in his life.

꒱₊˚ 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀 !! 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He’s so so sweet but overall very shy !! And slightly inexperienced when it comes to dating. . . He’s learning as he goes, LOL.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: The poor boy had no idea what to do with himself when he first fell in love with you, so he rushed to Kaeya for advice. Can’t tell if that was a bad or good idea. . .💀💀

𖠵𝟎𝟑: You’ll have to be patient with him ‹/3 Even a few weeks into the relationship, he’ll still be a little sheepish when initiating affection.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: (↑) Don’t let that distract you from the fact that he loves any ounce of love you throw at him !!

𖠵𝟎𝟓: He’s incredibly reliable !! If you need help with something with physical or mental, he’ll gladly help you in any way he can ‹3

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Finds himself scribbling hearts on the maps he’s planning out because his mind wanders to you.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Hopes to find the time to visit one of the other nations with you !! It doesn’t necessary matter which one, he just wants to travel the world with you at his side ‹3

𖠵𝟎𝟖: You didn’t hear it from me, but he’s planning on making a giant map, color-coded and all, with some of his favorite moments with you jotted down on it ‹3

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Absolutely hates whenever you’re upset !! It breaks the poor boy’s heart because he lives to see your smile ):

𖠵𝟏𝟎: Likes to call you “angel,” “cecilia,” “love,” “sweetheart,” and “baby/babe.”

❝Angel? Are you home? I’m back from my expediti—wOAH! Oh! There you are, (NAME)! I—I missed you too, sweetheart! So, so much. . . Say, are you, by chance free right now? You maybe want to grab some snacks from Good Hunter and g-go to Windtrace?❞

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Is completely smitten with you and will do anything in his willpower to keep you safe ‹/3

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Sometimes adventurers will find you two passed out together under the Windtrace Tree, cooing quietly at cute you guys are.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: Always, ALWAYS gets you some type of gift on important days: your birthday, anniversaries, Valentine’s Day, Windblume, etc, etc. . .

𖠵𝟏𝟒: (↑) One of his favorite holidays is Valentine’s Day because it gives him a reason to spoil you ‹3

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Always writes you really cute love letters when he’s away on the more lengthy expeditions ‹3

you can guarantee that the grand master (cannot remember the name of him for the life of me 💔) teases the hell out of him about you ‹/3 he always makes sure to ask him if he’s proposed yet. . . just you wait til’ he replies with yes, LMAO.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: If he sees you’re shivering, his coat is around you in seconds. He hates whenever you’re even the slightest uncomfortable.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Doesn’t catch a break from Kaeya’s teasing ‹/3 Jean or Diluc normally have to slap him on the back of the head for him to shut up.

DILUC: “Give the boy a break, Kaeya. At least he has someone; the only thing you seem to have these days is a crippling alcohol addiction.���

KAEYA: “(Scoffs.) Well, as far as i’m concerned you don’t seem to have a significant other either, Diluc. Takes another drink of wine.”

“Um. . . let’s—let’s go get some fresh air, s—shall we, cecilia?”

𖠵𝟏𝟖: People tend to underestimate his strength. If he sees you walking towards a puddle, he’ll lift you with one arm and carry you over it.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: He’s very articulated and swift !! I mean, he uses three different weapons and can switch between within a second—in which, he’s very good at protecting you from unwanted attacks.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: Gets INCREDIBLY flustered whenever you compliment him. 😭

꒱₊˚ 𝐑𝐀𝐙𝐎𝐑 !! 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅 𝐁𝐎𝐘

𖠵𝟎𝟏: GOODEST BOY #1 !1!1!1

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Poor Razor had no knowledge and experience in crushes, so when he gained butterflies in his stomach when he was around you one day, he internally panicked because he thought he was sick with something.

however, when he explained how he felt to Bennett, his friend happily assured him that he had not fallen to some new illness but rather was in love with you!

𖠵𝟎𝟑: Bennett encouraged him to tell you because he thought you two would be the cutest couple in all Teyvat. (And let’s be honest, you are.)

𖠵𝟎𝟒: Since he had no prior knowledge of confessions, he didn’t know if there was an appropriate time for it or if he should dwell on it, so he just flat-out told you how he felt when he saw you next.

you didn’t understand what exactly he was implying at first, but when you put the pieces together, you melted right on the spot.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: His nonexistent tail wagged when you cheerfully explained that you reciprocated the feelings !!

𖠵𝟎𝟔: Since he isn’t as adapted to relationship customs, he usually refers to you as “lupical.” but when Bennett described what affectionate nicknames are, he started to call you “pup” as well. (Because baby wolves are called pups !!)

❝Um, lupical. . . Friend Bennett told Razor that a. . . kiss was something humans in relationships do. So Razor wanted to know i-if you wanted to try it. . .❞

you had to explain to him what it was at first and what to do before placing a chaste kiss on his lips (:

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Is a sucker for any affection; he always indistinctively leans into your touch. He is quite literally a touch-starved puppy.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: Bennett playfully teases him about how lovey he gets with you.

𖠵𝟎𝟗: Looves to cuddle you !! his favorite position is when he’s lying on your chest or stomach so that he can fall asleep to your heartbeat with his arms enclosed around your lower half. he finds you very warm and soft !!

𖠵𝟏𝟎: You teach him a lot of things he never got to learn growing up (:

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Protective of you, but not in a possessive way. He just can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt. So he always stands in front of you whenever you guys encounter any hilichurls, treasure hoarders, etc.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: Pouts whenever he smells another guy’s scent on you before hugging you tightly so you’re covered in his scent.

𖠵𝟏𝟑: You like to brush through and do his hair and he adores it.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: Teaches you lots of survival skills.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: Teaches you how to make lots of veggie and meat-based dishes!

𖠵𝟏𝟔: Good luck trying to hide any injury from him; he can smell blood from a mile away. Also danger !! You're in good hands here.

𖠵𝟏𝟕: Ever since you taught him how to kiss, he’ll randomly go up to you, grab your face, and just give you a biiig smooch.

his kisses are hard to put into words. they’re warm and passionate, per sé. you can tell how much he loves you when he kisses you.

𖠵𝟏𝟖: You and Bennett help him with bigger vocabulary words that he isn’t generally used to—then focusing on how to form a sentence correctly.

𖠵𝟏𝟗: Lots of camping dates! he gets nervous with lots of people around, preferring to be with you alone in the woods somewhere with not as much noise.

𖠵𝟐𝟎: He sometimes licks you as a form of affection ):

he’s also tried licking your wounds clean, but you’ve gently explained to him that it’s unsafe and unsanitary. he’s resorted to just pressing a simple kiss to them now.

𖠵𝟐𝟏: He likes to affectionately bite/nibble on you, so you have various bite marks scattered on your body because of him.

꒱₊˚ 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 !! 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃

𖠵𝟎𝟏: He feared falling in love because being an archon meant that he was immortal, and he knew the chances that whoever he would fall in love with wouldn’t be.

and he was doing good at first! so for a while, he didn’t get so worked up about it.

𖠵𝟎𝟐: Then you showed up in Monstandt, and after becoming close friends with you, fell hard.

𖠵𝟎𝟑: At first, he decided against the idea of telling you for a few reasons, such as not to ruin what you guys had and not to get insanely attached to you as he did with the nameless bard, just for you to die right in front of him.

but his feelings for you deepened with time, and he didn’t want to live tied down by his past and rather just live in the moment with you at his side.

𖠵𝟎𝟒: And so, he confessed to you via a song he wrote and, at the end, gifted you a bouquet of cecilias.

it felt like time stopped for him when you said you felt the same, and he couldn’t help but squeeze you in his arms.

𖠵𝟎𝟓: Likes to call you “windblume,” “(my) love,” and “(my) cecilia.”

❝Ah! Welcome home, windblume! Did the warm winds bring you any comfort today? I hope you know that whenever the wind envelops you, that’s me hugging you when I’m not at your side!❞

𖠵𝟎𝟔: If you’re taller than him, he’ll beg you to give him piggyback rides everywhere.

𖠵𝟎𝟕: Dedicates most of his songs and poems about you.

𖠵𝟎𝟖: He’ll give you random kisses just out of nowhere; it doesn’t matter when or where; he just likes to watch the color rise to your face (given if it’s visible with your skin color.)

𖠵𝟎𝟗: If you need to destress or relax, he’ll take you up to the hands of one of the Statues Of Seven or up to Starsnatch Cliff.

𖠵𝟏𝟎: If he sees you injured or upset by another person’s hands or words, he will GLADLY rearrange whoever did it.

𖠵𝟏𝟏: Begged Albedo to help him find a way to maintain your youth if not make you immortal.

𖠵𝟏𝟐: This boy is so infatuated with you; it’s unreal 💔

𖠵𝟏𝟑: You’re the only one he gets to see him in his archon form, and he finds that really special.

he absolutely melts whenever you kiss or trace over his archon markings. his stomach always fills with butterflies when you do it.

𖠵𝟏𝟒: If your hair is braid-able, he’ll braid your hair to look like his so that you’re matching !!

he taught himself to do all different kinds of braids, so don’t worry about your hair type.

𖠵𝟏𝟓: He likes to hum you to sleep or to calm you down; his voice is pleasant to listen to, so you never digress.

𖠵𝟏𝟔: If you asked him to flip the world upside down, he probably would. . . ?? He’s that in love with you.

[tsunaaism]

All yours. | Diluc x GN!Reader

Fluff | Contains: Soft!Diluc, Confused diluc, zero emotional experience diluc, Pining, Diluc being down bad for you, He loves likes you a lot omg pls just say yes. I actually felt bad writing this. Reader is being very ambiguous. Open interpretation ending. Stop giving this boy mixed signals. 

Warnings: implied infatuation, spiralling thoughts, potential image of diluc with puppy eyes in your head.

Written in first person. Fire bird boy’s POV.

“Diluc, you're staring at me again."

The world blurs. It felt as if I was stuck in the bottom of a cursed, empty well. That damned question echoed again and again like an ominous mantra that possessed my senses. It's ridiculous.

“Do you think we’d make a great pair?” You asked that day, staring into my eyes with such innocence. How could you? They were all traps, weren’t they? All of your words—every syllable that left your lips. How am I supposed to believe any of it?

I see through you. In my dreams, you're a book only I could read: the twitch of the corners of your lips, the way your brows furrow ever so slightly—they were telltale, and I knew what your heart truly holds.

Or so, I thought.

“Eyes up here, fire boy. Up here.”

Your chuckle sobers me. Arguably the most melodious thing I’ve ever heard. My heartbeat quickened, thumping against my chest. This, again. I feel my blood rush through my veins, warming up the tips of my ears. This feeling. This damned feeling. What is it? Admiration? Desire? Need? I couldn’t control it. It was unexplainable; euphoric with a slight sting, and it left me dry.

Since I laid my eyes on you, you’ve always been here. Right inside my mind, and I hated to admit it. I hated the fact that once my eyes fall shut, darkness isn’t what I see. It's you. Smiling at me, making the most mundane tasks seem fulfilling.

But this was all your doing, wasn’t it? To inhabit my mind, to grow on me. Your subtle smiles, your meek glances, the slight tilt of your head—what do they truly mean? Are they intentional? Why.. do they leave me feeling this way? Yet, every time I hold my gaze on you, you pretend as if there’s nothing. That I was wrong, all alone with this feeling.

“Quit staring already. You’ll get dry eyes.”

“I- My bad. I did not mean to, I promise. You just happened to be there."

"What were you daydreaming of, anyway? And I was messing with you. I don’t mind if you're the one staring at me."

Archons.

How could those words leave your lips so easily? A smile blooms on your face, and I forgot how to react. You know how I feel, don’t you? Is this cruel game fun for you? Entertaining, perhaps? Should I have my hand around your cheeks and my lips on yours so you could finally understand?

Or maybe, you had recognized it all along.

I sigh, letting my head fall on the wooden surface. I’ve only been this vulnerable in front of you. Just for you.

“You're out of it, huh? Tiring day?"

And I am back to where I was. Your voice lulling me away from reality, your fingers slowly raking through my hair. Why? Why would you let your fingers cup my cheeks and pull me closer? Why would you stare into my eyes that way? The bliss slowly dissipates, morphing into something more obscure. This want gnawed on my heart. It aches. Do you not feel it too?

“Please.” I hold the palm that was tenderly stroking my face. A jolt of electricity ran all over my skin, and my ability to reason was overthrown. It’s you. You’re the only thing I see, the only thing I can think of. The reason why I’m such a mess.

Then I kissed your wrist.

You turned silent.

“But would you mind if I touch you this way?” 

A/N: First time writing in first person. Ngl its awkward after rereading it but WELL its 4 am and i gotta sleep

[witch-hazels-musings]

Hello! May i please ask for ‘leaning or moving closer to the person for protection’ for diluc’s birthday event? Thank you so much and please have a lovely weekend <3

diluc’s birthday event | diluc x gn reader | warning: sfw, slight angst

The room was damp, musky, and smelled like rotting plants. This alone would have been enough to turn back; it made sense why no one wanted to explore this domains. It reeked. 

“I’m going to have to wash my clothes.” You complained as you sniffed your jacket and made a face. “Ugh.” 

“It should be this way.” Diluc’s voice echoed in the large space, the light from his flame illuminating the dreary walls just enough for you not to trip on anything. It would be a good day when you could breathe fresh air again. 

It’s better if you breathe through your nose. Eventually, you’ll grow adjusted to  any scent. Albedo’s voice rang in your head and you thought long and hard about bottling up the air and letting him take a big whiff. The things you did for the adventurers guild. 

When you caught up with Diluc, he was inspecting a rather large door. Every domain had a different method of opening, altering, or shifting the layout and sometimes it was the most difficult thing about them. “Do you think it’s that?” You asked, nose pinched with one hand while the other pointed at a large blue stone placed in the wall. 

“Ah.” He made his way toward it but made sure to wave you out of the way should something happen. When he touched it, there was a distant rumbling sound but after a few seconds the door slipped into the floor. You waited until he debris settled before walking through the threshold. 

“Stay behind me.” You told him with a smirk. It was a little game you liked to play with him. Did it rattle his nerves? Oh absolutely, but did it make you laugh, oh yeah. 

“Perhaps I should take point.” 

“Come on.” You grumbled, and spun to face him as you walked backwards down the hallway. “We haven’t fought a single thing since we’ve been here. Not even a bug. I’m pretty sure this domain is void of all scary things.” 

“Still, we could be a bit more cautious.” 

“Look, I’ll make you a deal. If I’m wrong and something does attack us, I’ll do whatever you want. If I’m right and we walk out of here without a single issue, you gotta do whatever I want. Deal?” You stuck out your hand and he rolled his eyes.

“I don’t -” 

“Mmmmm.” You shook your hand, tempting him to take it. He reluctantly agreed and you felt so proud of yourself for getting him to cave. “See, easy. Now, what will I ask the ever capable Ragnvindr to do?” Spinning on the ball of your foot, you faced forward and began to list off several wonderful choices when you entered another large room which, just like before, was empty. “Oh I think I’ll cho-WOAH!” 

Suddenly, something exploded but you couldn’t catch what it was before a pair of strong arms yanked you backward. The domain wall hit your back but Diluc protected your head from slamming against it as he shielded you with his body. 

“What in th-” 

“Treasure hoarders.” Diluc’s voice was cold, his frame towering as he pushed you further down and into the safety of the hallway. You watched him summon his claymore while you readied your own. 

“What’s the plan.” 

“I’ll handle the big ones, can you take out the archers?” 

“On it.” Like a pair of expert fighters, you separated and dashed toward your targets. It didn’t take very long for the treasure hoards to scramble and curse their way down the hallway. “Well ... wonder what they were doing down here?” You wondered, peering through the dark hallway until they disappeared completely. 

“Probably the same reason we are.” You turned and saw Diluc pull something out of an ornate chest. It was in fact, the reason you were commissioned in the first place. Another score for you. 

“Sweet, let’s get it back to Albedo and pick up the rewards.” Diluc nodded at your comment, carefully slipping the items in his bag. “Ah. I’m ready to kick back and relax after that.” You expressed when he made it to your side, hands on your hips as you watched him adjust the bag around his body. 

“Don’t forget out deal.” 

“W-What deal?” Your brows furrowed, brain tumbled as it tried to figure out what he was saying. 

Slowly, and with dangerous precision, Diluc leaned toward you and pressed a kiss to the edge of your lips. It sent a shiver through you but not as much as the expression he had when he pulled away. “You have to do whatever I want, or did you forget?” He whispered, eyes heavy and serious while a proud smirk pulled at his lips and you thought maybe, just maybe, you’d made a terrible deal. 

[admiringlove]

hurtful things

+synopsis: genshin boys and the hurtful things they said.

+genre: angst; headcanons.

+characters: kaeya; diluc; childe; zhongli.

+warnings: swearing; crying; implied panic attack.

+order: hey bubs! i saw you doing requests and i HAD to ask for genshin angst :) spare me some tears pls <//3 preferably w kaeya or diluc or childe :) [submitted by @crackheadsara​]

+author’s note: okay so i included zhongli bc he’s the love of my life, also i needed comfort from him after writing such hurtful things :D

+navigation: main menu, genshin menu.

— KAEYA.

“i’m better off without you.”

you know from the way your door was knocked in the middle of the night on a weekday after months, that it’s kaeya. you rub your eyes sleepily, trudging towards the door as anger and doubt fuse into a nasty green in your mind. 

you unlock the door, pulling it open to see the man with the eyepatch tapping his foot on the deck of your home impatiently. he smirks when his eye lands on you, attempting to walk in but stopping himself when he realizes you're standing at the door, unmoving. 

"kaeya, it's three in the morning. and it's monday. i have to report to jean in three hours," you mumble tiredly as you look up at him. the lamp grass by your windowsill outside and the moonlit night accentuated his cerulean eyes and contrasting coffee-colored skin. he frowns, peering down at you as he asks, "may i come in?"

you shrug, opening the door wide as you let the man in. he places his sword on the table and proceeds to walk into the bedroom when you ask, "where have you been for the past two weeks?"

"work," his reply is the same. you let out a sigh in impatience as you retort, "that's the same excuse as always."

he was tired and wanted to sleep off the fatigue from his latest mission. but when he hears you say that, something in him snaps and he turns around, his jaw clenched and a fixed glare making you a little agitated. he raises an eyebrow as he says, "well, unlike you, i am an actual important member of the knights of favonius."

"kaeya, all i meant was that you're always gone. you never write a letter back even if i send you one, and you somehow manage to come back every single time, expecting that it doesn't hurt me. what am i supposed to do?" your voice is small as you look down, hair drooping towards the ground. you're not even yelling at him, you're just worried. he always leaves you alone(sometimes you tag along, but you couldn't tell why nowadays he'd leave you alone without some sort of warning).

"does it ever occur to you that you're just a hindrance?" he bites back, thinking that you're trying to put up a front. you flinch at his words, causing him to force a jeer before he starts again, "you always come along, so maybe i wanted to be away from you for a bit. that's why i leave without a warning so i don't have to tend to your yapping all day. because i'm better off without you."

you gasp as you look up to his figure, now retreating to your shared bedroom. you hear him fall onto the bed with a content sigh as you stand there, wiping at your tears incessantly as hiccups escape your lips. you bit your tongue to stop yourself from crying, pressing a hand on your mouth to muffle the sounds so you don't disturb kaeya. you get a quick peek in, eyes widening when you see him sound asleep and tucked in. 

so that's how it was, you think. 

the next morning, kaeya wakes up to a cold bed as his arm reaches out to an empty space. his eyes immediately pry open as he wakes up, to see that you weren't here. 

ah, he ponders to himself, you must've gone to tend to your duties. 

he stretches, letting out a yawn before walking out to the kitchen. he smiles when he sees a plate of food left for him on the countertop with a note from you. but somehow, something felt very wrong about this whole ordeal. this had happened before—he had come back from insanely long missions to you before, so what felt different?

and then it hits him. the things he said last night. he frantically looks around, his azure eyes completely drowned in horror as he notices small changes in your shared household. a few picture frames are missing on the living room walls, your keychain isn't on the bookshelf anymore, and worst of all, when he runs into the closet, half of your clothes are gone. 

did you really feel that bad about what he said?

in panic, he runs out and keeps going till he reaches the headquarters of the knights. he barges in this time, not returning the greetings of the guards upfront as he walks into jean's office. 

"where are they?" he pants, "i-i messed up, do you know where they are?"

jean's eyes widen as she says, "our associates were having a hard time handling with the fatui in liyue harbor so they volunteered to go there for sometime."

"how long has it been?"

"they left long ago, it's about to be around ten hours since," she says. kaeya's heart shatters as he hears those words. he hadn't expected you to outright leave like that, but if you had said the same things to him, he definitely would've stormed out. his voice cracks as he looks at the ground in shame, "h-how long until they'll be back?"

"i.. don't know."

he regrets everything he's said. he truly does because he doesn't even notice that tears are streaming down his cheeks until jean comes to his aid. he hates himself for all of it—he hates that he has to live in a home where traces of you are visible everywhere; worst of all, he hates how he knows he lost you for good. even if you come back, he knows you wouldn’t run and melt into his arms like you did before. you’re gone now, fading into the darkness and away from him. 

maybe it was for the best.

— DILUC.

“you’re nothing but a burden.”

after taking on a few abyss mages and mitachurls, diluc lets a grunt out in pain before you see the slash on his right arm. you gasp, pulling him to the side of the lake as you pull out a bandage and cotton from your bag to clean his wounds. he's reluctant to it at first, but he sits there quietly and broods as you clean the blood with cotton and some type of healing ointment. 

you tie the bandage on his arm, a tiny bit of vermillion liquid seeping through the white cloth before sitting down next to him, finally catching a breath. sighing, you look up at him and say, "that was reckless."

"no, what you did was reckless. who told you to come along with me to dadaupa gorge? you knew what you were getting into when you came along, so don't put this on me," he grumbled, frowning as you look at him with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. you are sort of hurt, but you know he's only saying this in faux indignation, so it's okay. you chuckle out, beginning, "diluc, i was-"

"i don't know why i even bother with you at this point," he exasperates, looking into the distance behind you. he curses slightly under his breath, his rouge eyes filled to the brim with anger as it finally overflows, "you're nothing but a burden."

your eyes suddenly flick to gape at him in disbelief. you stand up, your voice hitching in your throat as you ask, "diluc, you mean that?"

and it all simmers down into ashes when he mumbles "of course i do" under his breath. your vision is blurry as you walk away from the red-haired man, your body trembling as you almost give away that you're crying your eyes out. you walk back in the direction the two of you came from, leaving your broken heart in the hands of diluc, who sat by the lake not muttering a word after. 

he knows he's said things he doesn't mean; he does that all the time, but you probably knew that. he figures you're leaving to catch a breath of fresh air—to be away from the tension-filled environment for a bit, you had a habit of doing that at home. he sighs as he ponders over his words for a bit. he knew it was wrong to display such harshness to you, but you probably knew he didn't mean anything by it. he always bubbled over rash things when he was frustrated. 

the sun sets in front of him, painting hues of aubergine and peach as it flows down. he wonders where you are, getting up from his spot by the lake to venture towards the path you walked off. 

only when he can't find you, is when he thinks that you might've actually taken offense to his words. although he cares about you sincerely, he finishes his mission first, getting a lead on the abyss order—because protecting monstadt was his first priority. you lingered in his mind every second of every day till he finally got back home. and when he didn't find you there, he asks adelinde about it, who only shakes her head and tells him, "i'm sorry, master diluc, but i haven't seen them come back. i thought they were with you."

it all pieces together in his mind now, how a small gasp had escaped your lips when he had called you a burden. the way you nodded begrudgingly, getting up and walking away from his presence as your shoulders trembled. the way he could hear you choke back a sob, but still ignored it, thinking you had overreacted in the situation. 

he searches the whole city for you. he searches every nook and corner, and even walks into the headquarters of the knights of favonius(he ignores kaeya's teases instead of biting back this time). and when he finally sees you, he holds himself back. his hand is suspended awkwardly in the air as he reaches out for you, your back turned towards him. 

maybe this was better—maybe it was a good thing that you had walked away from him. this way, the abyss order won't be able to harm you. this way, he won't be able to harm you. this way, you'll be safe and sound, away from the storm known as diluc ragnvindr.

— CHILDE.

“it’s not like you mean anything to me.”

it's not often you see childe. he's always in liyue, and you're here, stuck in monstadt or snezhnaya. it's cold today(as it always is) in snezhnaya, the snow covered almost everything outside as you looked out of your window, sipping on hot coffee as you sigh at the wilting roses on the sill. they'd wilted when you had gone to monstadt and you didn't have the heart to plant new ones.

just thinking about the blue-eyed childish man would make your heart bloom and cheeks flustered. you longed to spend more time with him, really. if only he wasn't affiliated with the fatui, he'd be able to spend more time with you. it had been months since you had seen him, and you longed to be in his arms once again, but who knows when that'll happen again? whenever he comes home, he chooses to spend a night with you and then head back. he'd laugh alongside you, tell you about his adventures, and give small reactions when you told him about yours. and the next morning, you'd wake up to an empty bed with a small note by the table, saying how he has to leave for work.  

a knock at your door snaps you out of your entranced state. as you open the lock and look out, you see childe, standing there with a tired grin and disheveled hair as he walks in without a word. he hands you a small paper bag, saying, "i brought you back something from liyue this time."

the same excuse, you think. it's always the same. he brings back small mementos and souvenirs as a pretense for staying, and by the time you think you can forgive him, he's gone. he plops down onto the sofa, stretching his arm out so you could join him. the thought of confronting him crosses your mind, but you shake it off—since he had only just gotten back. 

the night is the same as always. talking about each others' adventures, eating dinner by the fireplace, laughing alongside one another until you hit the bed. it's quiet now as you watch over his sleeping figure, his lapis-colored eyes now hidden. you sigh as you lay there for hours on end, twiddling with his brown hair as you wait for him to wake up(so this time you can actually say goodbye). 

when his eyes flutter open, he's a little taken aback when he looks over at you to see you wide awake. his brows furrow just a smidge as he says, "you're up."

"well, i wanted to say goodbye this time," you chuckle dryly, "you always leave without waking me up."

"i don't like the way you said that," he says, getting up from his position on the bed. you look away from him, your eyes displaying hurt as you murmur, "i don't like the way you leave."

"well, it's my job. it's not like i'm an adventurer like you, wasting my time around. i'm a harbinger and i have responsibilities," he says. his voice is neither too soft and nor too prickly, and you can tell that he's a little worked up by the way he lightly nips on the skin of his bottom lip as his gaze bores into you. 

"i didn't say you don't. all i said was that you could maybe sometimes stay for more than one night. it feels like you're using me, and when you're bored, you leave."

"oh?" he cocks an eyebrow as he stands up, "i'm using you, huh?"

you grimace at the tone of his voice, and when you look at him, you notice the sheer annoyance he puts up towards you. your voice is small when you ask him if he loves you—because you don't know anymore. seeing him once in a few months for the past few years has sure hurt you more than anything, and if you don't tell him now, then you might never get a chance. 

"what if i say i don't?" he smirks, walking up to you, "it's not like you mean anything to me. what if i agree that i am using you to make myself happy until i'm bored, so i can then throw you away?"

he doesn't like what he's saying either. his mind is screaming at him to stop, but he's worked up. he's irritated by the way you jabbed at him first thing in the morning, even though he knows you're right. his heart almost stops when he looks at the expression on your face after he says those words, and as he reaches out his hand for you, you turn away. 

your voice cracks, and he's sure his heart did as well when you mumble, "i-i'd like you to leave, please."

"wait, i didn't mean-"

"tartaglia," your eyes look into his, perhaps for the last time, as you give him a sad smile, "you don't have to come back to me anymore."

it hurts him as he leaves your home that morning. it hurts him when he comes back months later to see that your home is now empty. it hurts him because he tarnished the you that was once his. 

it hurts him, but he thinks it's for the best if you stay away from him if all he does is bring you pain.

— ZHONGLI.

“i’d like you to leave me alone.”

zhongli was never one to pick fights. he was peaceful; his thoughts were positive(most of the time), and he almost always preferred to talk about his problem rather than fighting about it—he believes that fighting will only bring pain, so why not confide in one another about our problems instead?

he's quiet. he's not shy(it's quite the opposite, actually), but he's one to prefer to only talk when absolutely necessary. he's the type to listen rather than speak, saying something like, "we have two ears and one mouth. speak less than you listen."

he smiles when his mind goes back to the time when he said that to you while having a cup of tea together, and you'd replied, "my mother used to tell me that when i was a child."

because it's true; every child in liyue harbor has heard those words at least once in their lives. the quality of listening is appreciated more than the quality of speaking—and zhongli, for one, was a listener. 

you, on the other hand, were a speaker. you always woke him up every morning with a smile as bright and everlasting as the sun, babbling about breakfast and tea as he got up from the bed. you were the one that carried conversations on your shoulders on morning walks, you were the one that intertwined your fingers with his as the two of you walked amongst flowers, adoring them as you talked about the contrasting colors of silk flowers and glaze lilies. he loved you for that. he loved you because you were a speaker. he loved you because you were a perfect balance, the only one who could soften his hardened heart. the only one whom he'd chosen to wake up next to in the mornings, the only one whom he'd let ruffle his hair without asking(because he secretly liked it). 

so why had he reversed the roles tonight? why was he the one to bubble out his frustrations to you, speaking in a cold and stern manner instead of the loving tone that was only reserved for you? why was he the one to speak tonight, and why were you the one to listen?

it's not like he was actually frustrated—he was only thinking about something else as you asked him what he wanted for dinner. it surely wasn't your fault when he had poured over turbulent words to you. and he knows that the ones that hurt the most probably were, "i'd like you to leave me alone."

he looks up at the stars, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he walks back into his shared home with you. he looks around, and when there's no sign of you, he feels himself break apart even more. 

had you actually left? he wants to run to you and tell you he hadn't meant any of those words because he hadn't. he wants to touch you, to caress you, to please you, to make you smile—and he wants to admit he was wrong. he wants to make it right, but he doesn't know where you are. 

he walks into the empty bedroom, sitting on the cold mattress as his eyes sting. he doesn't understand what's happening, or why there are small drops of water falling from his eyes. he doesn't understand why everything feels heavy all of a sudden—his heart, his throat his lungs, everything. he doesn't understand why he feels like he's trapped in a box, and the water seems to be filling up more quickly than he'd prefer. he wants to reach for air, but he can't.

he couldn't breathe without you. 

he hears the door close and immediately gets up in haste to walk to the living room where he sees you take off your boots. you turn around to see him, his disheveled hair and frantic eyes finally calming as he walks over to you and engulfs you in a warm embrace. his throat cleared up, and so did his heart and lungs as he mumbles against your ear, "i'm so sorry."

you smile smally, looking up at him as you cup his cheeks and wipe a stray tear, and mutter, "it's okay, zhongli. stress gets to the best of us."

god, how he loves you. he places a small peck on the top of your forehead as he feels his lips turn upward at your touch and the scent of glaze lilies lingering over you tells him that you'd been to the flower garden. he sleeps with your fingers weaved with his that night and pulls you even closer if you untangle with him in sleep. 

he makes a promise to himself saying he'd never hurt you like that again, and he keeps it.

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[merakiui]

Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, and Childe Finding out That You’re Being Abused HCs

cw: mentions/descriptions of (physical and emotional) abuse, injuries, depressive mood/thoughts, implied violence **please proceed with caution and do not read if this is triggering! note - submissions are confusing for me, so I wrote it in this format. I hope that was okay! 

@tuestika said: Hi! Sorry that I send my request through submission, tumblr has sometimes eaten my asks either wholly or have omnomned whole ask xD Usually my requests sent through submissions arrive intact so…. I saw that you had done Scaramouche reacting finding out their s/o is being abused headcanons, may I request headcanons for Kaeya, Diluc, Xiao and Childe finding out their their s/o is being abused? Keep up good job! <3

🔥 Diluc 🔥

Diluc might not be the most vocal person in the world, but he’s definitely observant. He’s gotten rather skilled at picking apart your social cues because he’s spent a lot of time with you. 

So when you barge into his tavern one evening, looking absolutely disheveled and asking for one of the Knights, he’s feeling two emotions: confusion and irritation. 

For one, you shouldn’t even entrust your issue to those inadequate Knights. Nevertheless, you are his friend and he isn’t going to kick you out just because you mentioned them. 

He waves you over to the bar and is thoroughly shocked when you beg him to let you hide behind it. Then he notices your split lip and the fresh injuries on your face and forearms, and he wastes no time in getting to the point.

“Why were you out so late fighting hilichurls? I hope you haven’t led any here. We don’t need that sort of trouble right now.”

“Sorry. No, that’s not it. I just—you’re the only one...” You’re struggling to piece a coherent statement together, too busy looking over your shoulder to keep track of your thoughts. “I didn’t know where I could go. I mean, I thought of you and—“

“Please slow down. Start at the beginning.”

More concerned over your safety than professionalism, Diluc allows you to slip behind the bar counter, where you cower on the ground to avoid being seen. 

You gesture for him to come down to your height and he sighs, silently complying when he finds there aren’t any new customers to serve. Bending down to your level, he holds onto the countertop to keep his balance and then he locks eyes with you. 

“What exactly happened?”

You inhale a shuddering breath, wrapping your sore arms around yourself for comfort. Tears are gathering in your eyes as you recall the event. Your abuser had found you after you’d left to get some fresh air, they’d cornered you in a secluded alley, and—you can’t finish the rest of the story.

Diluc doesn’t expect you to continue. He nods as he lets the information sink in, already harboring a deep resentment for this despicable individual. 

“Wait here. I’ll close the tavern early. In the meantime, we should see to your injuries and then we’ll look for that person.”

“I really think we should tell the Knights...” you mumble, knowing he’ll disapprove. “They’re more suited to these types of cases.”

“The Knights are incompetent. The investigation will take days, if not weeks. What happens if your abuser knows they’ll be coming for them? They’ll try to escape and then there’ll be no telling where they’ve gone.”

“I know, but it wouldn’t hurt to—“

“I’ll take care of it.”

You try to object because it’s dangerous and you don’t want him to get injured on your behalf. But he’s insistent in his decision, claiming that if the Knights can’t help you no one can. And you really wouldn’t feel safe if your abuser was still roaming free, so you have no other choice but to allow him to carry out the investigation himself.

And Diluc can be quite clever at times. It won’t be hard to traverse the interior of Mondstadt at night, where his identity melts away into that of the sneaky Darknight Hero. 

He’s going to protect you no matter what. Your abuser won’t receive an ounce of sympathy from Diluc. All he feels is cold hatred when he catches them. Someone as precious as you does not deserve to be put through such torment, and he’ll see to it that your abuser pays a hefty price to make up for all of the damage they’ve caused.

🧊 Kaeya 🧊

Kaeya can’t understand why you’ve started isolating yourself from everyone. In the past, you were always such great friends with the Knights, always catching up to talk to one of them.

He’d spent a lot of time with you and has since gotten to know you through lighthearted conversations and gossip from the people of Mondstadt. 

For someone so appreciated and well-known, he can’t wrap his head around why you might want to suddenly disappear, hiding yourself away as if you didn’t exist. 

And then he happens to catch you in town one day while you’re out running some errands. It’s so like him to pop in with a few flirty lines, but the words stick in his throat when he notices the bandages stuck to your arms and legs. 

“That can’t be good,” he says as he approaches you, leaning ever so gracefully against a wooden support beam. “Why don’t we find Barbara? I’m sure she’ll have you patched up in no time, my dear friend.”

You don’t think you’re worth it so you shake your head, nervously hoping he’ll take the hint and go away. 

“I hope you’re not accepting those dangerous commissions again,” he adds, half teasing and half serious. You can’t tell whether he’s trying to sound chiding or not. 

“Please just...leave me be. I’m a little busy right now.” You try to leave the stall you’re at, walking stiffly to avoid limping in front of him. “I’m not feeling well, so if you’ll excuse me—“

Kaeya pushes off from the beam, standing in front of you with a posture that appears immovable. “By order of the Calvary Captain,” he’s saying, a playful glint in his eyes, “you aren’t allowed to move from that spot until you tell me what’s bothering you and why you’re covered head to toe in bandages.”

You can easily object to such an order, but you figure it’s better to answer instead of arguing over your physical condition. So you explain a modified version of the story, telling him that you simply got into a disagreement and it ended in bruises on both sides. 

Kaeya hears the tremble in your voice when you say it; you’re lying. His expression softens at once and he steps away, indicating that you’re free to leave. But you don’t; you’re looking at him with such a helpless, pleading look. It breaks his heart.

You break before him, lips quivering as you beg for his help. You’re so scared and alone, and you’re not sure how long you can suffer through this before it seriously hurts you. 

“This is the first time I’ve gotten out in weeks.” So that explains your sudden isolation. “Please... I don’t want to go back home anymore. I’ll do anything. Just don’t let them hurt me again.”

Kaeya’s absolutely stunned to hear the silent revelation in your words. You’re awkwardly reaching to undo one of the bandage wrappings to prove your point, but he stops you short. That’s all the proof he needs.

You’ll be brought back to the Knights of Favonius’ Headquarters to be tended to while he gathers a team to search for your abuser. Since you gave him a solid description, it shouldn’t be too hard to find them. 

And once they’re apprehended, Kaeya will subject them to a grueling interrogation. There will be no gentle punishment; it’s going to be as unforgiving as the abuse you had to suffer through. 

☁️ Xiao ☁️

You’ve never really been keen on physical touch and Xiao understands that completely. He usually avoids any sort of interaction to begin with, unless it’s absolutely necessary, so it’s not a surprise whenever you shy away from large crowds.

He has grown rather fond of you, which has lead to the two of you meeting at Wangshu Inn for some Almond Tofu and relaxed chit-chat.

During one of your many conversations, you bring up a few alarming statements. They’re just personal points you’d like to change, such as your weak fighting spirit or the way your joints brokenly click when you stretch. 

Xiao wonders why you’d want to change yourself. You’re not usually this doubtful of yourself. In the past, you would always play the role of his smiling friend, putting on a positive face even when he was in a disagreeable mood. 

Xiao is examining your movements as you awkwardly explain yourself and when your arms move he catches the sight of a rope burn etched into your wrist. 

“What happened?” He gestures to your sleeve, to which you react in a nervous manner, shyly pulling your sleeve down to hide it. Xiao frowns a bit. “Did you get into an accident?”

“No, of course not! I’m fine. It’s just a result of my clumsiness.”

It really doesn’t look like that to Xiao and when he truly looks at you again he finds that you appear abnormally tired and exhausted. He isn’t going to sugarcoat anything and he could be making a giant assumption, but he still asks.

“Is someone hurting you?”

Your eyes widen for a split second and Xiao catches that movement like a cat drawn to a laser pointer. He won’t force you to explain unless you feel comfortable doing so. The last thing he wants is upsetting you or pressuring you into something you don’t want to talk about.

Eventually, though, the story will come to light and he’ll hear all about the horrors you’ve gone through. That rope burn was just one of many punishments you’ve had to endure, and Xiao’s just about ready to snap. How dare someone lay their filthy hands upon you in such a violent way?

Xiao will calmly tell you to stay at Wangshu Inn or anywhere else in Liyue where you’ll be safe. He’ll watch over you while you take time to recuperate and heal. He’s going to make sure you’ll never have to go through something like that ever again.

Having Xiao by your side makes the healing process all the more comforting.

And when you fall asleep in a soft, warm bed, Xiao slips out into the night to search for your abuser. It won’t be a pretty sight once he gets his hands on the human trash who dared to hurt you.

💧 Childe 💧

He’s very perceptive when it comes to your health and overall well-being. After all, he’s got brothers and sisters to care for; perception is absolutely necessary in order to keep them happy and healthy.

So it doesn’t take long for him to realize your behavior is uncharacteristic. You’re jumpier than usual, always apologizing for the littlest of things, and you’ll look over your shoulder whenever you sense something.

It’s almost as if you expect someone to suddenly come at you, which isn’t all that odd. Childe has been known to keep you on your toes when he’s looking for a fight.

But on one particular day he manages to give you a spook when he comes up beside you, grinning and showing up in your peripheral so suddenly that it nearly gives you a heart attack. 

You’re so frightened as you back away, practically folding in on yourself in an effort to protect yourself from an imaginary blow. Childe pauses, that silly grin fading when he realizes you’re shaking.

“Hey, it wasn’t that scary. Come on, comrade!” He’s approaching you warily, not entirely sure why you’re acting the way you are. He’s always been spontaneous; you should be used to this by now.

But you refuse to let him come any closer, having to distance yourself so that you can ease your racing heart and hyperventilating lungs. Once you’ve calmed down, embarrassment floods through you at the fact that Childe just witnessed all of that. 

Childe will ask if you’re okay with him stepping closer and if you nod he’ll be on you like a hawk, pulling up your sleeves before you can stop him. 

For once, you catch an expression you normally don’t find on Childe: surprise. He’s genuinely shocked at what he sees: dark bruises and shallow lacerations from something sharp. 

Either you got these in your many sparring matches or there’s another factor at play here, and Childe is almost certain it’s the latter.  

His voice is gentle as he asks you to explain what’s going on and once you do he’s already set on finding the one who did this. He seems to forget all about his Fatui work, wanting to capture your abuser and give them a piece of his mind—and subject them to more than a few pieces of his strength, too. 

He’ll have you protected in no time, offering to take you to the best healer. You’ll be treated wonderfully and he’ll even lay off on your sparring matches for a while. 

In the meantime, once he gets his hands on your abuser, everything becomes fair game. After all, someone has to handle the brunt of his anger and pent-up bloodlust from the lack of a fight. And your abuser is the perfect match to pummel into the ground. Childe shows absolutely no mercy for them. 

[tartagilicious]

genshin impact characters when jealous

→ includes | zhongli, diluc, kaeya, childe, and albedo w/ a fem reader

→ ib | xiaoqwa on tiktok! tysm for letting me use your ideas, they’re so adorable and in character I love them 😩💞 I took out venti just because i felt like the post was already long enough shkfdj

zhongli

+ my whole life by alina baraz

- zhongli’s been alive for thousands of years, looking over liyue as the country's archon — if you’d think he’s not easily bothered, you’d normally be right.

- but somehow it’s different with you. the first time he feels jealousy when he’s with you he describes it like a kettle bubbling in his chest, somewhere close to overflowing. you could only laugh at how unfamiliar he was with the emotion.

- since then, he’s grown much more accustomed to the feeling — and how could he not? in his eyes, there’s nothing that isn’t perfect about you. it’s debatable as to whether or not he’d be more upset if you weren’t hit on as often.

- the fact that he’s not jealous easily never really changes — he would place all of his faith in you if ever needed, but some people definitely test his patience. there might be a scenario or two where someone doesn’t know when to give up, and in those moments, he can be quite intimidating!

“on a typical day, all you will gleam from him is a few pieces of useless trivia, because he particularly enjoys sharing these fun tidbits with you."

zhongli is fond of many things: fragrant bouquets of violetgrass, the fine cuisine of the city he witnessed grow from rubble, as well as the many traditions that surround the summer sunsets of liyue.

it had been those topics he’d stuck to most recently, speaking highly of the customs cultivated in years past.

“every practice is meant to symbolise a kind of rebirth, for not only the crops harvested in the months prior, but also for lovers looking to celebrate time spent together."

a gentle hand finds its way to your waist, and under his touch, you know you’d agree to anything he’d planned.

that’s why you stand on the docks now, rigging the sails that belong to a ship facing guyun stone forest. the salty evening air blows east from the sea and warms your face, slipping between the gaps of your clothes and mimicking a familiar embrace.

zhongli is not far off, the sleeves of his oxford rolled up to his forearms. he makes any final preparations needed before you set sail. it’s hard to keep your eyes off of him as you continue to do your own part, heart settling high in your chest.

“need any help there?"

the markets often bustles well into the later hours of the night, so the foot traffic behind you is of little concern until a careful voice peeks out from it. you pull yourself from your thoughts abruptly, as if caught doing something shameful, to meet the eyes of the stranger who’d made the offer.

“i-i’m sorry?” you ask, letting the ropes in your grip relax slightly.

the man, though young, seems quite embarrassed at your confusion.

“my apologies, I just asked if you needed any help with that,” he gestures to the ropes in your hands before continuing. “i work down at the docks when I have time, so I know how stubborn those sails can be in a pinch."

“that’s alright, I’m an adventurer, so I’ve done this my fair share of times.” you laugh and joke politely. “it’s not so hard after a while, no?"

the man laughs with you. at this point, the conversation has gained zhongli’s attention.

“are you that comfortable on a ship? if you’re interested, I could show you some tricks to make the process easier somet—"

at the same time, you both recognise the presence of a third party; though silent, it is somewhat layered, and very pressuring. you resist a smile as the man’s expression twists in discomfort, realisation settling over his previously relaxed features.

“thank you for the offer,” keeping the joy out of your voice is harder than expected. you hope zhongli is still watching. “but I’m sure I already know all that I need to."

your gaze skirts over your shoulder to meet the one of your lover behind you. his face is set in hard lines, but when seeing you, a soft smile returns.

diluc

+ afraid by the neighbourhood

- though calm and indifferent, the underlying foundation diluc has built up is rocky at best. he prefers to busy himself when he comes upon emotions he can’t handle, and though you’ve changed these parts of him over time, there are some things that are just a bit harder to reach.

- he trusts you. that fact will never change — it’s more himself he doesn’t trust. why are you being flirted with when he’s right there? do these men have no shame, or is he just nothing for them to worry about? it’s something that keeps him up at night.

- diluc hates watching people try to sweep you, someone who despite everything loves him so dearly and so wholly, off your feet at every given opportunity.

“it started raining almost immediately when I visited jueyun karst today,” you laugh, remembering the scene of you and your party members taking shelter under the overhang of the mountains. “bennett was soaked after the first few minutes, naturally."

diluc’s pointer finger taps the mahogany bar counter rhythmically as he listens to the stories of your daily travels, a small smile pulling at the corner of his lips. this had more or less become a daily routine of yours. whether joining you for the day or hearing of it over a glass of apple cider vinegar in the evening, seeing you so content with life in teyvat brings him immense joy.

“can we get another round over here?” a patron suddenly calls drunkenly from a table not far away, holding up an empty glass with a gleeful but entirely gone laugh. diluc glances at you apologetically before taking his leave, humourously reminding you to drink slowly in light of bad examples beforehand.

you don’t mind. charles had taken the night off in advance, so the entire floor was diluc’s responsibility for the night. as you watch him converse with the said table, you can’t help but admire how capable he is — he easily shoulders the burden of work that should make up at least two more people, and remains on friendly terms with even the most uncooperative of drunks no matter how many times they’re kicked out.

you raise your glass to your mouth, taking a leisurely sip as someone slips onto the stool next to you. assuming it’s one of the aforementioned drunks, you pay them no mind. but, you’re eventually forced to acknowledge them when they ask you a question.

“what’re you drinking there?

not taking your lips from the glass, your eyes flicker to the person next to you. they don’t seem far in age from you, yet their eyes crinkle with the visage of old stories that suggest otherwise.

“apple cider vinegar.” you answer, putting the cup down on the counter with a polite smile. “i'm not a fan of alcohol, especially not after a long day."

the man nods, jutting out a lip slightly as if considering your views.

“sometimes you need a muddled head, but I appreciate the sentiment. mind if I copy your ways tonight? who knows, you might have just made a changed man."

chuckling, you shrug and tell him to do what he likes.

you’d meant that as a way to end the conversation, yet still, he pushes on further. “so, the only people I’ve heard of being against alcohol in this sense are travellers — am I anywhere close?"

when you nod, he hums, as if happy with himself for guessing something so trivial. “I wonder why that is, can you explain by any chance?"

a petal falls from the flower of patience in your chest, but you attempt to turn a blind eye to it.

meanwhile, diluc works without reason at the other end of the bar, wiping down glasses that had been dealt with mere minutes before. he reasons with himself internally; the glasses are dusty. they have to be, from sitting in the open. he tells himself there is nothing else for him to do, when in reality, he is too hesitant to do what he really needs.

he’s painfully aware of the man you talk to, a dashing regular with a hobby of chatting to anyone that will listen. friendly and open, diluc has witnessed many fall victim to his charm.

“ah, I guess that must be tiring.” the man nods after you explain your reasoning, but as he drones on, all you can focus on is diluc. his back is now turned to you as he wipes down the nozzles connected to the counter. something in you deflates.

“yes, it can be…” you reply, gaze turning down to the depths of your almost empty glass.

“so, what are you doing tonight?"

a wave of disgust runs through you at his obvious implication, and your flower of patience finally withers. you look up at him with furrowed brows and shake your head.

“i’m busy."

the man frowns, eyes playful. “really?"

startling both of you, a new cup full of apple cider vinegar is placed down with force between you. the tension in your shoulders instantly loosens as you meet diluc’s eye, grateful for his intervention.

diluc looks at the customer next to you and speaks without formality nor patience. “if you aren’t going to order, quit making my girlfriend uncomfortable."

the man sputters when his brain at last makes the connection, eyes darting between the two of you as a smile curls at your lips. diluc resolves to fight harder for that smile, for the person he had belonged to far before you had belonged to him.

kaeya:

+ blackout days by the phantogram

- like his brother, he’s likely a few wrong turns away from toppling over at any given moment, but hey, aren’t we all? though kaeya’s wayward attitude is far from a guise, there are just certain things that manipulate it in ways nothing else can.

- one of those things is you, whether you’re aware of it or not.

- you mean everything to him. you’re his lifeline in every sense, and he would do anything necessary to make you happy, even at the cost of himself. so, when he sees you being flirted with, his first instinct isn’t to take it as a joke — it’s to remind the person of just who you belong to.

“i can put this at a discount if you’re interested, only the best for my customers!"

you don’t spare the shopkeeper an extra glance as you rummage through the backpack slung over your shoulder, but kaeya watches you from the corner of his eye — his blissfully unaware girlfriend, blind to the flirtation within the conditions the keep has offered you.

“if it’s genuine, that sounds great.” you look up to smile at the woman who nods, finally taking the things you’d placed onto the counter and bagging them. “what’ll it be?"

a reflective smile appears on the woman’s painted lips, but before she can get a word out, kaeya dutifully interrupts. he places the few coins that had been resting in his pocket onto the counter, the clink it makes on the glass amongst the quiet gratifying. the original cost of the goods you’d decided to pick up is already cheap, as were most things you bought offhandedly during your travels.

the details of the situation curl unsatisfactorily under his skin

“it’s alright, dear,” he surmises, smiling at the slightly startled attendant. “I already have what we need, save your mora for the journey ahead."

you shrug, smiling at him as he places a wanton palm over your back.

“are you sure? it doesn’t hurt."

“let me spoil you a bit.” a finger traces light patterns on the small of your back, making you stiffen. “you deserve that and more."

he revels in the steady pink that floods your cheeks, and in the way the shopkeep can do nothing but stand and watch, perhaps wishing it were her in his place.

you mumble, turning your head into his body to hide your embarrassment. “you’d do it even if I said no."

he can’t find it within himself to hide his smirk as he takes the bag from the counter.

I would.

childe:

+ duvet by boa

- this is much more straightforward: childe is complicated character, but it when it comes to you, he’s sure of himself. he would drop anything if it meant being with you, or keeping you safe, or even just to make sure you feel a little more welcome each night.

- but when he’s jealous, it's not that his foundation is rocky, it’s not that he’s a few moments away from toppling, it’s that he feels insecure. it’s simply just in his nature to always assume the worst, no matter how much you may assure him otherwise. so, he just doesn’t take well to people flirting with you.

- thankfully, he’s used to his own emotional spirals, so he knows how to handle them accordingly — even if it may give you a heart attack in the process.

you wince as the cold wind bites at your cheek, and despite yourself, you find yourself wishing that childe had proposed a slightly warmer place to reunite. it probably wouldn’t have been out of the question to travel back to liyue, though you will admit, his giddiness when proposing this trip had been hard to turn a blind eye to.

apart from the temperatures, snezhnaya really is a beautiful country — lush with mountainous regions that shelter snowy alcoves, and flowers of all kinds that bloom towards the borders of warmer nations. it’s no secret as to why the destination appeals to the typical blind eye.

it’s the things that lie beneath the exterior that make people like you uneasy, but perhaps you’d still do well thinking that no harm would come to you while in the country, due mostly to the infamous harbinger that had called you there. the sword at your hip might help in being an extra deterrent, but luckily you hadn’t needed to prove the theory thus far.

snow crunches beneath your boots as you lean forward to take a peek at the menu board of a food stall, searching for something to warm your hands amongst the dense crowd. as you squint, an arm slings intimately across your shoulder — naturally, you assume it’s childe and find yourself smiling, yet are displeased to turn your head and see an unfamiliar face.

“what’s someone pretty like you doing out here all alone? it gets cold this time of year, you know."

you bite back a blithe response as your teeth chatter, trying to quickly separate yourself from the man with a small laugh.

“i’m waiting for someone, and will be plenty warm as long as i’m not interrupted again."

taking your words as a joke, the man laughs. he’s not much taller than you, yet is considerably older, his hairline fading into a gray to match the unsettling tone of his frozen skin.

he huffs, shaking his head. “well what’s taking them?"

another arm comes to wrap over you, hand resting comfortingly on your shoulder. for a moment, you steel, but the gradual body heat that sinks into yours soothes your nerves. finally, he’s found you.

“only the most important things could keep me from you, angel."

childe says this to you, and you shake your head, ignoring the sudden mix of surprise and fear that goes across the man’s face. childe may be someone of status in this country, but you share more of a personal connection — snezhnaya’s beloved harbinger is but putty in your warm hands, and there’s nothing that could delight you more.

yet, however many times you may reassure him of this fact, there is always room for doubt in his head. as a result, childe had gained a few particular habits, one of which is the practice of using a specific nickname — it is very like him to speak in code, but part of you is slightly surprised that he thinks to be jealous of a man that flirts so uncouthly.

“okay,” you purposefully drag out the word as you reach up to put a hand on childe’s, a silent explanation. you smile at the man who now looks as if he’s seen a ghost. “we’ll be going then,"

before any reaction, you drag childe away. you don’t look, but you’re sure he’s grinning like a fool.

albedo:

+ blue by troye sivan

- albedo has never personally understood the concept of jealously. it is something that he can only notice in others, and something that he can only recognise after consideration.

- because of this, it’s more common for albedo to say that rather than experiencing jealousy, he’s experienced something that has made him feel out of place. whether pinning it as a situation he misunderstood you or his own insecurity, it’s likely he’ll never be on the same level of emotional intelligence as a normal human may be.

- but, he has grown to recognise the emotion regardless, even if he may not be able to put a name to it. he still feels is as strongly as anyone would, and with that come his own ways of dealing with it.

“miss honourary knight!” an unfamiliar voice calls you out of your stupor, hands jolting on the bag you hold as you look up. a young adventurer approaches you with a gleeful smile on their face. a similar bag of supplies is slung over his shoulder, equipped with presumably everything necessary to brave the chilly climate of dragonspine.

attempting to brush off the surprise of being so suddenly called on, you smile back.

“hi! is there something i can do for you?"

a customary greeting, you think with an internal sigh, perhaps it’s now just reflexive to offer help.

however, the adventurer shakes his head. “no, no, nothing like that. i just had a question, that’s all!"

you nod, hoisting your own bag over your back. a small bit of warmth fades onto your cheeks upon seeing how amazed he is even at such a mundane action — the people of mondstadt must really regard you highly.

“anyways,” you cough as you approach, clearing your voice blatantly. “what’s your question? i can try my best to answer."

he nods, brown eyes determined.

“it’s my first time going to dragonspine, you see, so i just wanted to know, how do you stay warm up there? i was told to bring a lot of layers, but.."

the adventurer is silent for a moment, eyes going to your usual attire — surely not something suitable for the cold weather. you might normally agree with him if you weren’t amongst the mountain’s most frequent visitors.

“ah,” you let out a light laugh, shaking your hand. “don’t mind me. but, there are fires along the way, and also mechanisms that can be activated that give off heat every once in a while."

he seems fascinated by your words, nodding with a far off look in his eye. you can’t help a smile.

“pretty cool, huh? the fires were designated by the knights,” your hand gestures to farther down the path, up to where the entrance of the mountain sits. “but the mechanisms are the work of their chief alchemist. they’re made so that they never run out of heat to give, no matter how long you may choose to rest near one."

only albedo could think of such a thing.

he smiles, agreeing.

“though,” he pauses, “are they everywhere like the campfires are? or are they more sparse?"

you think for a moment. “i’d say they’re equal… though, it’s really something that’s more for you to judge for yourself."

the adventurer nods.

“do you want to go up together, then? i need to mark down their locations so i have them if i need them, and you seem like an expert.” he offers.

you shrug, eyes turning towards the mountain.

“sure, i was headed up anyways. company isn’t bad, especially with everything that lurks, you know?"

he suddenly seems reluctant, but you laugh, waving your hand. “but don’t worry, if we run into anything on the way, i’ll take care of it. just mark your fires."

the adventurer nods, standing resolutely. together, you begin to make your way up the mountain. his goal seems to be very time-consuming, and almost aimless given the locations of fires tend to have no pattern to them — your goal, however, had just been to visit the lab in the middle of the mountain and its alchemist, long overdue because of the duties you’d recently picked up in liyue.

so, whether intentionally or not, the direction you lead him in opens to the space you’d been hoping to go. the faint light of the laboratory against the cloudy sky is so pleasant that you notice the young adventurer mark it down as a point of warmth.

you feel at ease when you notice a blond head over the alchemy tools that litter the small alcove, still as the man observes the vermillion liquid that bubbles in the tubes. he seems too entranced to notice your presence.

however, you’re pulled away from making any observations of your own as a hand taps your shoulder. you look to see the confused adventurer next to you, no doubt questioning why you’d stopped so suddenly.

“i’m sorry, did you say something?"

he nods, gesturing to albedo. “i just asked if you knew the person in there."

you hum in understanding, but you can’t help the flushed tone that rises over your ears. you turn to him and try to talk from a point that still protects your pride.

“he’s the alchemist i mentioned before,” you explain. "it was actually him i was coming up the mountain to see."

an innocent glint comes in the adventurer’s eyes as he turns back to albedo. “that’s the guy who created those mechanisms?"

you nod proudly, slinging your bag over your shoulder so that you can dig through it. he watches you as you pull out a small vial, filled with the essence of a warming seelie much like those you’d seen on your trip here.

“this is a warming bottle, all you need to do it break it and it will create a small area of temporary warmth. it’s one of his creations, and i want you to have it.” you hold out the bottle to the excited adventurer who eagerly takes it, gingerly cradling it in his palms.

“can i only use it once, or-?"

“yes, but if you ask me , i would be happy to provide you with more.” you smile at his expression that doesn’t dull. “i make frequent trips here, so the alchemist has made me a fair share of them."

suddenly. as if speaking of the devil, the alchemist’s voice rings out, calling your name. you turn to meet albedo’s eyes as he walks towards you, a strikingly similar vial in his hands.

“albedo!” you smile, not noticing the look that passes over the adventurer’s face upon witnessing the situation.

albedo smiles leisurely as he approaches you, handing you another warming bottle. you almost laugh at the irony, but take it regardless.

“albedo, i was just talking to this adventurer about these. he’s mapping all of the fires up on the mountain for reference, so something like this should prove useful for him."

understanding the implications of your words, he nods, but can’t help but ask, “does that mean you’re short? i don’t want you left without one on your trips."

you shake your head, smiling. “no, no, that’s okay. i still have plenty in my stock for emergencies. but thank you."

“um, miss honourary knight…"

being called on suddenly again, your gaze turns back to the adventurer. he seems disappointed.

“if we can, i’d like to keep going—"

“i’m sorry,” albedo interjects by placing a hand on your hip, and you see a faint spark of annoyance in the adventurer’s eyes. “but now that she’s here, i’ll need her help conducting various experiments. that is what i called her for."

the adventurer may be too young to understand the real meaning behind these words, but you just shake your head and laugh silently. a reunion between lovers is surely nothing to interrupt.

[nethercomfies]

Hiii! I hope you’re doing well : )

First of all congratulations on having 200 followers!! You really deserve it and I hope that your blog will continue to grow as beautifully in the future ^^

For the event request would it be okay for me to request the prompt “I didn’t know you could sing” with Kaeya?

I hope that you’ll have a nice day or day and congrats again!!

I’m doing quite alright! I hope you are as well <3 Also, thank you so much, I appreciate it ToT

And thanks for always supporting me, I smile every time I see you in my notifications :) You’ve been there pretty much since the beginning and I’m very grateful for that!

Characters: Kaeya

Prompt: “I didn’t know you could sing”

Content warnings: None; gn!reader

Word count: 629

My 200 Followers Event

You’re a little shocked when you enter Kaeya’s office. You’d come here looking for him, hoping to just hang out and spend some quality time with your boyfriend, but were stopped by on your way there, Lisa who let you know that he was out and might not be back for a while. Having nothing better to do, you still decided to wait for him in his office -- Only to be met with quite the mess. There are papers all over the place, pencils lying around… No wonder Jean is always nagging him. You sigh a little as you begin to pick the loose papers up -- Might as well make yourself useful while you wait for Kaeya to return.

You get a little lost in your task, rearranging things on his desk, sorting notes and letters by date and importance… It’s actually kind of enjoyable once you’ve conquered the worst of it. Lost in thoughts you begin to quietly hum a song that’s been stuck in your mind ever since the last time you and Kaeya visited Angel’s Share and watched Diluc’s bard friend perform. It’s a simple tune, but quite catchy. Under your breath, you sing a few lines of the song as you order stacks of paper and put the ones that seem to be no longer needed away in a drawer.

“I didn’t know you could sing.” The sound of a familiar voice catches you completely off-guard and your eyes shoot to the door, only to see Kaeya leaning against the doorframe with a playful grin gracing his lips.

Heat rises into your cheeks as you quickly look back down at the papers in your hands to avoid Kaeya’s intense gaze. “I got a little distracted there,” you mumble, suddenly feeling very shy. You hear the sound of quick steps approaching you before a gentle hand cups your cheek to tilt your face upwards.

Kaeya looks down at you, his smile now warm and fond, having lost its teasing edge. “It was really lovely… Please don’t feel embarrassed.” He leans down to kiss your cheek, then his eyes wander to the desk. “Did you clean all of that up?” You nod. He frowns at that, shaking his head a little. “You really didn’t have to clean up my mess… But thank you. I appreciate it.” He sits on the edge of the desk, pulling you closer until you end up on his lap, nestled in his arms. Kaeya presses a kiss on the crown of your head and for a while, the two of you just sit in silence.

“You should sing for me again,” Kaeya notes after a while, gently resting his head on top of yours. You glance up at him, looking unsure, to which he just gives you a crooked smile. “I’m serious! It sounded really nice… I’d like to hear you again.”

So, you take a deep breath and push your insecurities aside -- As much as Kaeya loves to tease you, he’d surely know better than to tease you about something you’re insecure about. You trust him in that regard (and with everything else, really). You start quiet, mumbling the words more than anything. It’s strange to sing into the quiet of the room, now without the underlying rustling of paper and when you’re fully aware of what you’re doing. But Kaeya just caresses your hair and sways to the tune ever so slightly, encouraging you to sing a little louder, speaking the words clearer now.

Once you’re done, he grins and gives a little clap, causing you to blush once again. “That was wonderful, really… Maybe I’ll have to ask you to sing for me more often? It would be a shame if that beautiful voice of yours went completely unheard.”

[omiscurls]

hi!! could i request a diluc x fem!reader angst where they were childhood friends, and when reader gets a fiancé, diluc tries to confess his feelings but reader rejects him, gets married and moves from mondstat, and every now and then diluc sends reader letters (apologizing, asking how readers day was, hoping they come back). thanks!

unrequited

plot: reader rejects the character

contains: diluc

warnings: angsty and like one curse word, that’s all

diluc was a cute kid.

as the heir to one of the most wealthy and powerful families in mondstadt, he was polite not only to his senior, but also incredibly nice to his friends, as well. different that most boys his age, he didn’t go around yelling dumb, inappropriate jokes, and didn’t take pride in making girls feel bad.

he was always sweet to those doing worse than him in class, be it theory or sparring, and acted like an absolute saint to his adopted brother.

naturally, how could one not adore a kid like that? how could the mondstadt girls not line up to see him each time, how could the boys not want to play with him? how could anyone resist, when he had that charm to him that seemed to draw people near almost against their free will?

finally, how could you not take pride in the fact that out of all those over-the-top girls who fought over each other to talk to him, out of all those boys that never failed to bug him in each little scrap of his free time, he chose to try and get close to you?

you didn’t understand it at first, but it seemed like he genuinely wanted to know you, his eyes looking as though they were studying your expression at all times, a warm smile welcoming you each time you passed him by.

his words were careful and his sentences always strained, as if he struggled to talk, but a sense of honesty and genuine sympathy always seeped through his words, confusing your little childish brain, but also forming a warm and fuzzy feeling inside your chest. 

over the years, not only did you finally answer to his advances, but also befriend the kid. his rare smiles were reserved for your eyes only, and his mind opened up before you each and every time you talked, no restrain and limitations between you two. 

he’d sit behind you in class, sometimes passing you notes with an answer to questions you didn’t know, or a funny note about the teacher, or just simply asking if you want to hang out after school. 

you’d go to windrise and sit under the tree, talking for hours about the most useless of things, about what you thought the clouds looked like, but also your futures, your dreams and hopes. 

he’d explain math to you before every exam in the dark rooms of dawn winery, hair pulled up and tea made for the both of you, looking at your struggling with unmistakable patience and affection, but what could you know? you were kids, barely even teenagers. why would you think anything of the way he said he’ll “always be there for you” after some simple math tutoring? how could you analyze his kind stare that you never saw him wear for other people? 

and so you didn’t. 

he’d sit with you on the counter of his kitchen, carefully caressing your back as you wet his shirt with tears, quietly telling you that “they didn’t deserve you anyway” after your first ever heartbreak. to hell with the fact that his own heart was breaking a millimetre more with every word he spoke, if what he said calmed you in any way, he’d talk all night, going on and on about how you deserve the world, and nothing less. 

you held his hand at his fathers memorial service, letting him tighten his grip on your fingers harder every time, you wiped away the tears, you listen to his sobs and pleas when the two of you were alone. you offered solace to him over the next painful months, you justified every word he hurt kaeya with, only to make him feel better about himself. 

to him, you were like an angel sent from above. you restored the faith he had lost in the world, you stuck by his side and lighted up his days one after the other, how could he not adore you?

how could he not fall in love? 

and trust when i say, he did really try to avoid it. he tried pushing his thoughts away, he tried focusing on something else, tried avoiding you, tried everything. no matter what he did, his mind circled back to your smile, and unconsciously he smiled as well, even if the next second he’d look in the mirror and wipe it off his face as if it was a crime to smile. 

diluc was a cute kid, and he grew up to be a polite gentleman, whom you called a friend. and as any polite gentleman, he wouldn’t dare do anything to loose the honor you had given him, so he stayed silent. stayed silent since his in-class notes, through talks about the future, through your breakups, through all the times you had been there for him. in no universe would he ever mention how the weight was lifted off his shoulders every time you as much as looked his way, how all the clouds went away at the sound of your laugh, and how he was ready to do anything in the world to keep you happy. 

somewhere in his mind, perhaps he thought you had somehow known all along, and would reward his efforts to not complicate your life with his emotions with loving him back, but how could you know? how, if he kept it a secret that well? 

in the end, his own plan backfired on him, and he realized he had lost when you ran through his door, tears in your eyes, but a smile on your face, showing off a ring, shining in sunlight, resting on your finger.

if he ever thought “they didn’t deserve you” hurt him, “i’m so happy for you!” stabbed his soul a thousand times more painfully. 

to normal people of mondstadt, there was no change in behavior from the gloomy and serious owner of angel’s share, but a few noticed how heavy his presence was, how desperately he blinked back the sheen layer of tears, glistening in the candle light while he was serving drinks, and you were off somewhere in the back, laughing with your lover by your side. 

he had lost his chance, and now there was no way in which he could get you back. no way at all. all his life, he had built up a hope inside that one of these days, he’ll get a happy ever after, and lived with that thought through all the bad moments that came along the way, and now these years of carefully building this scenario came crushing down with the realization. 

in a desperate search of any relief, he came to the conclusion that the only thing to be even remotely at peace with himself was to... simply just tell you. 

so there he was, right outside your door, the watch on his wrist striking ten in the evening, stars shining brightly on your doorstep, as you appeared before him, merely a nightgown shielding you from the cold air of the night, a soft smile adoring your lips from the moment you realized it was him. 

“diluc? what’re you doing here this late?” you said, grabbing a coat from behind the door and closing it behind you. a foolish hope sprung inside him when you joined him outside, as he stared at you with a little grin, working up the courage to speak up. 

“there’s something i wish to tell you about” he merely whispered, gesturing you to come with him.

the walk to windrise was longer than the ones you remembered from your childhood days, and the sharp air nibbled on your skin mercilessly, to the point your legs hurt a bit when you reached the tree.

diluc turned your way and spoke for the first time in what felt like forever, but was thirty minutes.

“i hoped not to burden you with the secret i’ll share with you now, and i’m sorry for whatever bad outcome it might cause, but… truth is, i can’t keep it to myself anymore, and if i want to have some peace for myself, i have to trouble you with it.” he said quietly, settling worry in your gut.

“you can tell me anything” you assured calmly “your secrets are always safe with me”

he took one last look into your caring eyes, feeling a little better just having you smile at him, and took a breath before spilling.

“i might’ve been in love with you for the last ten years” he said calmly “and i know this is hardly the time, i really do, but i just-“

“what?”

you looked at him in surprise, blood audibly pumping through your veins as you tried to comprehend what he just said.

“i do understand that you’re engaged, but-“

“do you? do you, really?” you said bitterly, making his heart sink in regret. “because to me it seems like i waited for you all those years, i hoped, and i prayed, and i wished, and after i finally, finally gave up, you decide to mess with my emotions right when i thought i had them figured out?”

diluc was stunned. so you felt the same way about him, once? he could’ve had all he hoped for? he didn’t even comprehend the rest of your sentence fully, focusing on how you just admitted to having feelings for him somewhen in the past.

“no, i’m not trying to mess with you, I’m-“

“but you are! honestly, diluc, i knew you were somewhat insensitive, but this is blatantly cruel! what- i don’t- why didn’t you say this to me earlier?”

“i wish i did, but to me it seemed like you were always chasing someone else, and i didn’t want to-“

“bother me? is that it? you didn’t want to bother me so now you decided to try and mess with my relationship? god, i- i need to be alone right now. sorry.”

and with that you were out of your usual childhood spot, leaving him alone under the tree that shared both of your secrets and plans for so long.

a longing stare pierced through your back as you ran back to mondstadt, not going home right away, but trying to find a spot where nobody would find you.

“fuck” he muttered. he was familiar with the feeling of loss, but the fact that it was nobody’s fault but his own made it a hundred times worse.

diluc was a cute child, and grew up to be a polite gentleman. so he was there to apologize to you on countless occasions, ready to beg forgiveness for his recklessness and lack of thought, but you were never there to hear his pleas.

and so it went on, a huge wedding covered the streets of mondstadt in white while he stood in the sidelines, his friends said goodbye to you as he watched from a safe distance. you left, and so did every remaining proof of his embarrassment.

nevertheless, he sent countless letters, no address on the envelope, save for the name of the city, hoping that one of them would eventually reach you. sorrow and tears almost spilled from the words written in a tidy cursive, but he never had any certainty about wether they reached you or not.

and while he hoped you forgave him,

he knew you didn’t.

[willwrite4mora]

Diluc x Reader: Date with a Hero

"And he saved a group of adventurers from a horde of hilichurls last night! He's just so amazing!" you were gushing about your crush, the Darknight Hero, again. "And so mysterious," you said, drifting off into your own daydreams.

You were sitting at a table in the tavern near the bar with your colleagues Amber and Kaeya. Amber rolled her eyes in annoyance, having heard you talk about the Darknight Hero a million times already. Kaeya only smirked and let you continue rambling on.

"I wonder if he's single," you mindlessly gushed.

Kaeya started laughing. "Oh, he might be. I know someone who knows him."

You perked up. "You do?" you asked in disbelief.

"Oh yeah, Diluc knows the guy. Right, Diluc?" he turned around in his chair to look straight at Diluc who was cleaning glasses before being interrupted. He jolted in shock, not expecting to be called out like this. He glared at Kaeya as soon as he got over his initial shock.

"Wow, I knew Diluc had many connections, but I didn't know he did to this extend!" you exclaimed in surprise. Diluc just stayed silent, still glaring at Kaeya.

Kaeya just laughed again. "He sure does! I bet he could set you up on a date!" he said and continued his laughter.

Diluc's cheeks hot red. He tried so hard to stay calm, but Kaeya was trying to test his limits again. He was sure Kaeya knew about his crush on you, and this was just his stupid little way to make a fool out of him.

But you looked just too happy to resist. "Would you really do that for me?" you asked hopefully. He tried to hide his blush from you by hiding the lower half of his face behind a hand. He stayed quiet and looked away.

When you got no answer, you felt your heart sink. "Oh, I see," you said, disappointed. "I don't think the Darknight Hero would like me like that anyway. I have nothing to offer..."

Diluc's heart broke hearing you talk about yourself like that. He quickly tried to regain his composure. "I could set you up," he blurted out.

Your smile returned. "Really? Thank you so much!" you said.

Kaeya was laughing again, but Diluc decided to ignore him. "I'll prepare a luxurious dinner for the two of you at my winery. How about tomorrow night?" he asked.

"Yes!" you answered full of enthusiasm. "I'll be there at six!"

Diluc nodded. "I'll send the message," and with that he continued his work behind the counter. You continued enthusiastically conversing with Amber about your upcoming date while Kaeya couldn't seem to catch his breath laughing.

The following day at six, you were knocking on the front door of Diluc's mansion. It was a huge place, perfect for a romantic dinner. You had dressed up nicely for your date and you had done your hair and makeup as well.

A few seconds later, Diluc opened the door. "Ah, Y/N, please come in. The Darknight Hero hasn't arrived yet, but he let me know he'll be here soon," he said. He stepped out of the way for you to walk inside. Then, he closed the door behind you.

He led you into a large dining room with a large table of which only two seats at one end were set up. A candelabra with three burning candles stood in the middle between the two plates. Diluc pulled out a chair for you, directing you to sit down. He pushed the chair back as you placed yourself on it.

"Dinner will be served soon. Just a little patience," he said, before walking out of the room.

It was quite. You sat in silence and only heard the clock tick and your own heart hammer. You were so nervous to meet the amazing hero of Mondstadt. After a few minutes, you heard footsteps in the hallway near the dining room. Your heartbeat sped up.

The door opened and you looked up to see a mysterious man with an owl mask on. He really came. You were at a loss for words, only able to mutter out, "Darknight Hero..."

He looked into your eyes at the mention of his name. His flaming red hair was pulled back into a high ponytail and his clothes were black. That was probably to increase his stealth in the night, but damn, did it also simply just look good on him.

"Yes, I am the Darknight Hero," he stated simply before taking a seat on the chair opposite of you. He spoke with a familiar voice, but you just shrugged off the feeling.

"So Diluc does know you personally! He never ceases to amaze me," you were thinking out loud. "I can't believe he got a real mysterious hero to go on a date with me."

He chuckled and you blushed at the wonderful sound. "I wouldn't want to miss this opportunity for the world. Fine dining with a girl as pretty as you is a rare opportunity," he charmed.

You swooned. He was such a smooth talker, sweeping you off your feet with just a few words.

A few maids stepped in with plates filled with different different dishes and set them down on the table between you. One of the maids brought in a tumbler of water and another one brought out a bottle of grape juice, filling the Darknight Hero's wine glass with it.

Once the maids stepped out of the room, you asked, "do you like grape juice more than wine?"

"I certainly do," he answered. "In fact, it's one of my favorite drinks."

You were thinking to yourself. "What a coincidence. I think that's Diluc's favorite as well."

"I-is that so?" he stuttered. He tried to avoid your eyes as he was speaking. "That certainly is a strange coincidence."

"It sure is," you said, before getting some food from the buffet the maids provided onto your plate. The Darknight Hero sighed in relief as you apparently didn't press the issue any further.

During your dinner, you two were talking about Mondstadt affairs and the like. After a few more bites, you were starting to crave some wine. You gulped down your food and said, "I think I know a wine that would go really well with these dishes. I think I'll go ask Diluc if we could get a bottle."

You got up from your seat and the Darknight Hero quickly got up as well. "Y-you don't have to ask!" he said with panic in his voice.

You were confused. "Nonsense. I can't just raid his cellar without permission," you tried to argue. "I'll go to his office and just ask. It will only take a second." You got up and quickly made your way out of the dining room, then up the stairs. Once you were outside Diluc's office, you knocked on the door.

And you waited a good few minutes without an answer. You could hear some noise behind the door, but you didn't know what was happening. "Diluc?" you asked concerned.

Seconds later, Diluc opened the door. He looked a bit disheveled. There was a small branch stuck in his hair. You felt a cold breeze come in through the open window. "Hello, Y/N. How can I help you?" he simply asked.

You stared at him for a second. "Since when do you wear your hair in a high ponytail?" you asked. You didn't think you've ever seen him with his hair up like this.

Diluc starteled, feeling his head for where he wore his ponytail. It was indeed high up. He cursed quietly, then straightened his posture again. "I sometimes do when I'm doing paperwork," he quickly said.

"Oh, alright then," you said. "I was wondering if we could get a bottle of wine from your cellar. I know one that would be great with our dinner. If you don't mind, that is."

He nodded. "Of course. Follow me." The two of you took off to the wine cellar.

Once inside, Diluc lit a candle. "Which one?" he asked.

You told him which bottle you wanted and he took it out of a large rack for you, handing it over into your hands. "Thank you so much!" you thanked him enthusiastically. "Now back to my date!" You turned around and ran up the stairs, back to the dining room.

The Darknight Hero wasn't there anymore, though. Your heart sank. Did he bail on you? He wouldn't, would he? You thought you were getting along with him just fine. You sat down on your chair, feeling defeated.

Then, through the open dining room window, in came your date. He also had a twig stuck in his hair. His mask was on a bit crooked and he was missing one glove. You were happy to see him, though, and got up from your spot in order to help him in. Not that a strong hero like him needed your help.

"Oh my! What happened?" you asked. "Did someone attack and did you have to leave?" You sounded so worried.

The Darknight Hero hastily shook his head no. "Please, don't worry. I uuuh... I just wanted to... see if the weather was nice enough for a walk," he improvised.

"A walk?" you questioned. Then you smiled at him. "What a romantic idea!" You clapped your hands together before turning around. "I'll go tell Diluc we'll be off. He's probably still in the wine cellar," you said, before turning around and making your way out of the room.

The Darknight Hero groaned loudly, but you kept going. Once in the cellar, you couldn't find Diluc anywhere. The candle was still burning. You decided to put it out before making your way back up. Once out the door of the cellar, you saw Diluc standing in the hallway, seemingly out of breath.

You ran up to him. "There you are, Diluc!" you exclaimed as you got closer. His hair was still in the high ponytail and the twig was also still stuck. He had no gloves or jacket on. You wondered where those went. Anyway, you continued to inform him, "the Darknight Hero and I will be taking a walk around the estate. I just wanted to inform you before leaving the mansion."

Diluc huffed loudly. "That... is alright..." he could barely speak between pants.

Then you noticed something that stuck to his shirt. You came closer and stepped to his side, taking a good look. Once you saw what it was, you plucked it off.

Diluc was confused at first, then saw what you were holding. It was the mask of the Darknight Hero. He just stared at you wide eyed, not sure what to say or how to get himself out of this mess.

You looked up at him and held up the mask for him to see. "Care to explain?" you asked accusingly.

He gulped. "Well..." he started, but he really didn't know what else to tell you but the truth. He took a deep breath before finally saying, "I guess you could say I've been leading a double life of sorts." He looked away guiltily, scratching with one hand behind his head.

"So you're saying that you've been the Darknight Hero all along?" you asked.

"Yeah..." he admitted.

There was a short silence between the two of you before he continued.

"I know I shouldn't have abused my position as the Darknight Hero like this, but I've liked you for a while now," he said, cheeks getting red from embarrassment. "I know whenever you were talking about the Darknight Hero, your compliments weren't for me, though they indirectly felt that way. I felt happy that you liked me back, even though it was a different version of me... I hope you aren't too angry with me."

"I cant believe the Darknight Hero likes me back!" you squealed.

Diluc was confused for a second. "You're not mad at me?"

"Oh, I'm very mad, but also very happy," you said with a smile on your face.

Diluc smiled in return. "Then how can I make it up to you?"

"Continue our date," you demanded. "But this time as Diluc."

[smallandfurious]

my assumptions based on who you have/would like to have in Genshin Inpact (including leaked or unreleased characters)

Mondstadt

Diluc: your mind is still stuck in the 1.0 meta it's okay to let go you can pull for other characters/your diluc build is actually shit but you just like him so you can't let him go/his skill and ult make you feel powerful

Amber: exists purely out of spite with sexual undertones, you probably started waifu wars back in 2013 over really mediocre female anime characters/you're bi and your sense of fashion is superior/you had her since you started and you've used her just fine you have no idea why people hate her

Diona: sweetie are you okay how's the daddy issues/you're religiously f2p and you conditioned yourself into liking her/insists on ice bridging with her in co op

Lisa: do you actually like her play style or are you just horny/millennial that doesn't know how to play the game to this day

Kaeya: you guys try so hard to get the best builds/you think he's hot and you're right/either doing 200 dmg or 200k dmg

razor: has a very f2p team/you randomly pulled on a banner when you first started and you had him since then/later becomes the meta player that does 50k-400k dmg

Bennett: you probably kin him too/you love him as a character more than you love his play style/shit sleep schedule idk y'all just give off that vibe

Klee: the meta won over you/makes terrorist jokes/whale or very lucky f2p

Eula: simp/insists that she's the best character/always farming for her even though her banner came out months ago

fischl: haha kinnie/can sit down and listen to her speak entire essays for hours/either sad high schooler or creepy adult

Noelle: your devotion is that of a cult member/constantly tells everyone how good she is/C6 triple crowned with 5* weapon and artifacts

Barbara: what the fuck/watched one of those dps Barbara videos and poured their entire life force into her just for her to do no more than 10k dmg/how bored are you

Albedo: bi energy/thinks about his backstory and cries/probably read that fanfic, opinions vary

Mona: creepy neckbeard or really sweet person who doesn't know shit about how to build characters and just vibes/her sprint won you over completely if not the 🅰️SS

Jean: idk what to say I've never seen a jean main

Sucrose: madlads that main the support/living proof that ever character can be mained

Venti: huge nonbinary energy/definitely very fruity/constantly thinking about him like brainrot kinda thinking

traveler: ?????????/excuse me?????/it's possible but??

Rosaria: the moment they saw the leaks they've been a dedicated simp and main/powered by the sheer force of simpery/they all disappeared after her debut for some reason

Liyue:

Hu Tao: either metaslave or some poor f2p who wants to do dmg/loves to live life on the edge/good luck going bankrupt trying to get zhongli on a banner to be her support

Zhongli: stop looking at his ass/if you got him on his debut banner you went through the 5 stages of grief before his buff/forgot to dodge

Xiao: you simped and whaled so hard and completely let the hype die down after his banner/if you're a whale he's probably sitting in your collection at lvl 20/makes it their life goal to make as much dmg as possible

Xingqiu: please can I have him I have all 4* characters except him and ningguang please/xingyun shipper/you don't know why you main him but he grew on you/carries in pyro domains

Chongyun: hehe ice boy go brrrr/also xingyun shipper/you cried at his teapot voicelines and I mean same/"HE'S UNDERRATED🥺🥺"/you do 400 dmg with your build bc no one taught you how to build characters (i mean same I'm a former chongyun main)

Xiangling: she looked pretty so you decided to main her/cries in dragonspine/her ult saves lives

Keqing: you're constantly trying to prove yourself/you can't teleport your way around every domain or puzzle please stop it/"eLeCtRo bUfF wHeN"

ningguang: you thought she was pretty/you'd like her to step on you/you constantly pull out her skill even when it's not necessary

Beidou: she's really good tbh/her counter is addicting/you aged while waiting for enemies to attack you buT THEY JUST STAND THERE AND STARE AT YOU

Ganyu: you do so much dmg holy shit/timmie's arch nemesis/you're begging for a rerun/abyss and domain gods

yanfei: do you seriously enjoy maining her/can't stop burning literally everything/gets carried in domains

qiqi: lost 50/50 but it's okay bc you got a cool healer zombie/cries when people slander her bc she ruined their pity/you're either okay or a creep

Xinyan: you guys definitely kin her/"SHE'S UNDERRATED >:(((("/she's actually really good idk why people don't like her

Childe: I know he's from snezhnaya there's just no other characters from there/you guys are walking memes/"WATCH ME DO 200K DMG" doesn't crit/there's a small group of you that are incredibly invasive and creepy but the others are funny/all Childe mains i met didn't speak at all, killed a bunch of bosses and left

Shenhe: some of y'all make me wanna clutch my purse/either that or you're just some kind innocent person who wants her bc she's pretty

Yunjin: beidou main looking for something new/master of vile builds

Baizhu: hot dendro man go brrrr/you're either focused on his vision or his design/this man has some spicy lore I just know it

yaoyao: her design is pretty/oo dendro/you thought you'd get her in game earlier

Imazuma:

Ayaka: holy shit you guys wanted her ever since that first trailer/why are you all men/you love her despite her huge forehead

Kazuha: YOU GUYS ARE SO NICE/i love Kazuha mains dude they're all so kind and they do lots of dmg it's all thanks to Kazuha mains that I was able to build yoimiya/ Kazuha mains I'm free this tuesday

Yoimiya: you got her bc she's pretty/a lot of you are apparently really toxic for some reason/I don't got much to say I didn't meet a lot of yoimiya mains/proud yoimiya haver btw

Sayu: you wanted her but you accidentally got yoimiya/windtrace gods/her roll thing is pretty cool

Baal/Raiden Shogun/Ei: you are all simps/"bOoBa sWoRd"/a lot of y'all shame yoimiya havers for some reason

Kokomi: you guys are so sweet and you really have good builds for her despite the hate she gets/there's a surprising amount of kokomi havers despite her banner revenue tbh

Itto: y'all broke twitter/checked for leaks on the daily until he was released/the biggest act of simpery was probably committed by one of y'all/can't blame my every waking thought was him I'm SO glad I have him

Gorou: you guys don't know what you're doing/goes blindly into everything

Thoma: malewife enjoyer/I saw so many ppl who want him but I genuinely never met someone who actually uses him in teams🧍where are y'all

Yae Miko: you want her to step on you/metaslave/you guys are pretty similar to ganyu mains tbh

Scaramouche: you guys are soooOOOooO hORNY/you want him to degrade you to death/do you really care about his kit or are you just looking to have another hot man in your team/Childe mains with a hint of hypersexuality/ "day 2315 of (doing something) until scaramouche banner drops"

Ayato: I just know he's gonna be hot/I wanna see what he looks like/there's NO leaks about him dude wtf can't we at least get a tiny lil low quality screenshot of his back like they did with itto/i can feel the "5 StAr XiNgQiU" comments already

Heizou: bby please show yourself/if that one leak isn't fake he looks so cool are you kidding me/giving me hu tao vibes

thats it that's the post take this with a grain of salt and don't get pissy about it this is a joke

[yostresswritinggirl]

okay, the part 2 of the universe reversal hcs i made are going off slow bc of my shitty brain

BUT! BUT!

THE KFC AND GENSHIN IMPACT COLLABORATION MADE LOWKEY ME THINK: "what would be the simps' reactions to [y/n] representing it and wearing some hot uniform (like daddyluc 🥺🥺)?" AND THAT QUESTION HAS BEEN STUCK IN MY MIND EVER SINCE HELP

this is giving me major brainrot 😔😔

-🐞

You made me brainrot so now you get this >:((

Okay, okay, let's try and make this accurate. Let's go with KFC still because why not, that and I blanked out with which other company partnered with games.

So remember how that little promo is China-exclusive? So the only ones who have access to the bucket and the wings are: Xiao, Ganyu, and Zhongli because they live in China! And the others are DREADFUL of this fact.

Childe would probably be the person bitching about KFC, like why KFC, I don't eat there for multiple reasons! type of guy but will do anything for his waifu type of guy still. You bet he's gonna get hold of a bucket in some MIRACULOUS way. (Amazon had one for sale and he's one of the absurd people to buy one it)

Diluc has the wings as part of the CBT giveaway, but he's one of the salty people either way. He's gonna be uhm adamant on the skins feature, something he didn't care much about before, and would demand Mihoyo or subtly suggest during his bug reports.

Kaeya will pull strings and end up getting a bucket with chicken either way, somehow, no one really knows how that bucket from China ended up in Germany... the chicken is still pretty hot... He's got the fanart of it all saved.

Albedo is of course, the fanartist. Comic strip of ordering at KFC, all that stuff, you know now that people see it that bucket art looks familiar- he may not have access to it, but he's gonna paint a bucket for himself. It's much better.

Venti would be the one desperate enough to commission a STANDEE. He also has some shitty edits of himself standing in a China KFC, or holding the bucket himself, he's a full on meme. Is also one of the people like anon to spread the agenda about the existence of this crossover.

I got kinda lazy since I already mentioned them earlier, but Ganyu and Xiao bought their own buckets. Honestly, Ganyu only eats there for the salad bar, she might have asked a co-worker for their bucket instead. While Xiao is one of the first customers to ever buy one.

Zhongli uhm... the buckets around his area were sold out every time he tries to buy it, and when there is stock, he doesn't have the money to buy one (it's kinda expensive), but like somehow, SOMEHOW through sheer charisma and his aura of pureness— he got one of those cardboard marketing cutout of KFC.

He posed with it, took a selfie, sunglasses on (cuz that's what the hip children do these days, right?) and posted it with caption "Checkmate." And the whole fandom went wild.

I need a Universe Reversal banner.

[wangshuus]

delicacy | diluc ragnvindr

pairing: yan!diluc ragnvindr/gn!reader

genre: psychological

cw: unhealthy relationship, mentions of forced marriage, ooc diluc (lol)

wc: 2.6k

summary: to diluc, you are a delicacy that he wishes to savour.

note: i’m sorry in advance my dear readers this is absolute dog water ajfhaiufhfui. this was just an experiment since i don’t think i’ve written a decent yandere ever and this kinda proves it but it’s ok i’ll get there one day. just take my ooc diluc. yes, i know i screwed up real bad on this one but let's just say i loosened a few screw for the sake of the plot,,,yeah,,,i’ll probably need to proof read this again too but its ok ahhhhh.

“It’s useless to keep tugging at those binds. You know they won’t come off unless I take them off myself. Now, be good and sit still.” You heard a familiar voice. 

It was once a voice that you were delighted to hear but now the very mention of the owner sent a wave of striking cold upon your body, ironic considering who it was. You had no idea where you were, what day it was, or what time it was. You were completely clueless, being stuck in a dark room with nothing but a bed in which you’ve been bound by the headboard. The room was concerningly chilly, the air in the room being crisp, cold and suffocating. The figure in the room made their way to the edge of the bed next to sit next to you. You felt a gloved hand place itself upon your cheek. It was so warm you almost wanted to lean into it but you refused to find comfort in the touch of your detainer.

You were but a simple bartender, loyal to working at the famous Angel’s Share in Mondstadt. You previously resided in Springvale with your parents but moved to the city due to your job. Your family lived a happy little life, not drowning in riches but being comfortable enough to sustain a plausible living. In your head, you were so painfully boring; so here lies the question, how exactly did you get into this situation? Not even you knew the answer but one thing that you could make sense of in the whole ordeal was that the main that stood in front of you was mad.

Diluc Ragnvindr has many titles ranging from the renowned owner of the Dawn Winery to one of Mondstadt’s most esteemed bachelors. He claimed such a high and mighty reputation that no one would’ve guessed the devious intents hidden in the back of his head. Yes, you were a mere bartender that worked under him at his own tavern but ever since you were hired, he felt something stirring up within him. Now you see, Diluc wasn’t someone that you would find chasing after anyone in fact, he’s never chased after anyone at all until he met you. He was confused at first why he started feeling the way that he did when you were around, unfamiliar emotions began to bubble inside of him.

You were just so easy to talk to, so charming, so comforting, a breath of fresh air to him, truly. At first, he assumed it would be nothing but a short lived infatuation, expecting for his feeling to dissipate like a dying flame in a matter of time but this flame only burned bigger, brighter, and belligerent as the days passed. Diluc wasn’t exactly sure how his feelings came to be. Perhaps it was due to the loss, betrayal and tragedy that stained his past. Maybe it was his longing to be loved again, to hold someone close and never let go, or to have someone hold him and allow him to bask in the feeling of being lovingly embraced-- which was a feeling that became painfully foreign to him.

It had been so long since he found comfort in anything or anyone, becoming accustomed to being isolated, building up walls to keep everyone out and away. He had no one left to care for and presumably no one left to care for him, making the pyro wielder take on such an aloof personality. After his whole ordeal, he was never truly the same, so to see him look genuinely pleased by someone was such a shock to the public eye. Of course, you had come to enjoy Diluc’s presence as he stopped by the tavern fairly often to check up on the flow of business and you had the chance to talk to him during his visits. You had heard from others that the young man was awfully reserved and indifferent towards any subject matter but he was seemingly interested in any conversation between the two of you, even partaking in the act of idle-chit chat as a means to continue talking to you. Anything for you.

He was greatly enamoured by you; everything about you. He’s taken every second he could to observe you and your nature, falling in love with the little things about you from the way you brightened up the room with your cheerful demeanour, the way you gracefully made your way across the tavern during, the way your eyes twinkled when you were talking about him about something you loved--archons the way he wished for you to only look at him with those eyes full of an enthusiastic sparkle. He wanted that; and he wanted it all for himself. Once he realized this was the case, he went through a spiralling hole of madness. He found himself being obsessive with looking out for you, going above and beyond by following you in the shadows every chance he could get, his self control on his possessiveness running as thin as a strand of hair. 

Diluc was scary to say the least. His ability to deceive people into thinking he was still the reserved yet distinguished gentleman while he was falling into a pit of insanity was nothing short of terrifying. He remained unsuspecting and planned to keep it that way, deeming himself capable of being able to resist his maniacal urges. All until one conversation between the two. You had mentioned that your family had begun to run into a few financial problems, becoming entangled in a circle of debt. You had concluded that though you loved what you were doing, it couldn’t have been enough to support your situation so you had conversed with Diluc about going to Liyue to find extra work. All you knew was that there was a high chance you couldn’t stay grounded at the tavern forever, even rejecting Diluc’s offer of a raise, deeming that you didn’t deserve it and did not wish to trouble him. You saw this as a good opportunity to explore beyond the land of the wind that you had ironically been grounded at your entire life. 

Oh no no no, this couldn’t happen. He wouldn’t allow it to happen. And that’s when he snapped. 

Diluc’s mind worked quickly as he devised a dubious plan to keep you grounded. He knew what you were like; he knew you would be stubborn and go. He saw that shine of determination in your eyes when you mentioned your plans of fleeing Mondstadt, the same shine that he wanted to capture and keep for himself and oh boy, he was gonna have it. The next time you saw him, he had personally invited you to a party that he said he was hosting. You found it quite surprising since it was a rarity for him to ever host a party considering his nature but you accepted nonetheless. You trusted Diluc enough and besides, who would deny an invitation from someone like him. Little did you know, this was quite possibly one of the worst decisions you’ve made in your entire life.

“Dear, you’re spacing out again.” He spoke, a foreign tone that sounded so sickly sweet to a point where you wanted to hurl. 

“Please don’t address me as such. You’re twisted for doing this. What do you even want from me? Huh? I can’t offer you anything so this is nothing but a waste of time.” You spat at him, harshly pulling your cheek away from his grasp. 

“Your presence alone is enough to satisfy me. Also, I’d appreciate it if you stopped acting disobedient before I really lose my patience. I’ve been so patient with you, do you know that? I’ve been waiting for ages to have you all to myself like this but…” He paused for a moment.

“I was far too nice and considerate of your freedom. To think I’d let you leave just like that is absurd. That’s exactly why you’re here. I’d like to apologize in advance for tricking you into thinking there was an actual party, especially since you got all dressed up for me tonight but I believe this is quite the positive thing because now I’m the only one that gets to see you like this” He said as he gently lifted up a piece of fabric from your clothing.

“You wore the clothing I had custom made for you. I knew you would look ravishing in it. You’re my pretty little doll, aren’t you dear?” He said as he brought a piece up to his lips as they gently graced the smooth satin of your outfit. 

A strange package had made its way to your doorstep days before this treacherous evening. When opening it up, it was revealed to be a black and red outfit made of what felt like to be the finest fabrics and silk you’ve ever seen. The first time you tried it on, you felt ecstatic with being gifted to you, blushing to yourself over the fact that Diluc had gone out of his way to get you something this stunning. Now, you wanted nothing more than to rip the thing off your body and run away from the damned place you were held captive but you knew it was no use at this point. Your body shivered at the coldness of the room as it felt like the sheer cold was steadily increasing.

“You’re shivering. You’re cold aren’t you?” Diluc said, having the audacity to chuckle at your pathetic state. You stayed quiet, not wanting to admit or give into anything.

“No response? Oh well, it’ll only be a matter of time until the possibility of freezing to death becomes exceptionally high. I’d rather not have that happen so I’ll do you a favour since you happen to be a little shy isn’t that right? You don’t need to be shy with me. Come here.” He says as he draws closer to you. Your chains rattled while you attempted to put as much distance as you could between you two but it was no use. He swiftly wrapped his arms around you, one hand wrapped around your waist, the other at the back of your head, pulling you into the crook of his neck. Your hands pushed against his chest in a poor attempt to put as much distance between you and him but in the end, you couldn't bring yourself to. The coldness of the room significantly weakened you although it ceased when he held you, his body warmth being enough for him and yourself as well. You cursed the pyro wielder and his antics. He knew that you’d be freezing, seeing this as the perfect opportunity to get closer to you. Your arms fell back on to you sides 

“There you go, all relaxed now. See, nice and warm.” He cooed while stroking the back of your head lovingly. Although you were physically warm now, you still felt a shiver run down your spine at the touch of the pyro user.

“You’re sensitive to touch, how cute.” He stated before pulling away to look you in the eyes, the edges of his lips slightly upturned.

“On another note, I have some news to share with you.” He spoke out. Your eyebrows furrowed at the mention of more news, thinking there is no possible way that anything could get any worse; unfortunately, you were dead wrong.

“You see, I had the chance to speak with your parents the other day in regards to your financial situation. I explained to them that I was more than willing to help them but they became quite stubborn after I introduced my offer. I see where you get your stubbornness from now.” He sighed.

Your eyes widened, fear, anger and concern mixing in your (e/c) orbs. 

“Diluc, I swear to the archons what did you--.” He brought a finger up to your lips to hush you from your growing concern. 

“Hush now, there’s no need to get riled up, I’m not finished. Now quiet down and listen to me.” He stated.

“It was quite a simple offer I gave them, really. I would be a financial aid all in exchange for your hand in marriage. They started to get all defensive, claiming that they’d never marry off their child. They were oh so protective over you, but they could never come close to comparing to me.”

Dread and horror filled your eyes as you were rendered speechless, waves of unpleasant emotions washing over you like a tidal wave. 

“You see, it definitely took a lot of work to get where we are now, but you need not to worry, dear. They will not be of any concern to us anymore.” He said as a smile graced his features. You would’ve considered him to be handsome in the moment but the smile he held was so deranged that it was appalling. 

Tears welled up in your eyes, too afraid to even ask what happened to them or what became of them. You knew the situation; you knew the power that Diluc held. He was well aware of his looming power of you and he used it and abused it. It didn’t take very long for your tears to start streaming from your eyes as you began to sob, tears spilling onto your lap. Diluc cupped your face as he brushed away the oncoming tears that continued to overflow. 

“Shhh, don’t cry my dear, this news is excellent. I couldn't even fathom you getting hurt or even leaving me but I don’t have to worry now do I? Because you’re going to be all mine.” He said before forcibly kissing your tear-stained cheeks. 

You felt absolutely disgusting and embarrassed over the lips that graced your skin, having someone as unhinged and deranged as him seeing you in such a vulnerable and helpless state. 

“You know, I’ve had my fair share of people both leave and betray me.They’ve left me alone in this world but none of it matters now that I have you here. You’re the most divine person I’ve come across. So lovely, so warm, and so bright, like the rays of sunlight. I want to bask in your presence and now, I can for however long I’d like. I refuse to lose anyone else, especially not you and now this time, I know I won’t. If your freedom has to be sacrificed in order for you to stay alive, so be it. I’ll choose you the finest white attire for our special day. You’ll be me precious darling for the rest of your days. Doesn’t that sound lovely, dear?” You remained unresponsive.

One of his hands slipped past the fabric of your clothing as his gloved fingertips lightly pressed onto the bare small of your back, earning a yelp from you.

“I said doesn’t that sound lovely? Respond when spoken to. I want to hear your voice.” He said sternly. You managed to mumble out a small yes in return.

“That’s my good little darling.” He spoke before before he pulled you in for a kiss. You refused to return the action and it certainly didn’t go over his head. The hand that rested on the small of your back began to get hotter, feeling as if it was searing your skin, earning a shriek and a cry from you, allowing him to deepen his passion filled kiss, smirking at the way you’ve decided to submit yourself to him while his own lips remained locked with your own.

The land of Mondstadt was said to be the land of freedom and yet here you were, your fate bound and chained by the insanity disguised as love by Diluc Ragnvindr. You were a delicacy to him, and he’d be sure to savour every last bit of you. 

[hpalways]

Knight’s Flames || Diluc

RED flames flickered from the fireplace, warming up the cozy room with its homely, fresh-cut, wooden smell. The space encompassed of a dark, leather sofa, and curtains drawn in to cover the night skies of Mondstadt. Your eyes dazed and stuck on the flames, the being waved in the air as a ferocious monster waiting to swallow you whole. Shivering under the cover of your wool blanket, you couldn't get the idea of your near death out of your head. 

Yes, while you were traveling around the icy mountains of Dragonspine, you made a terrible decision of swimming across a bank. Nearly drowning from losing stamina, you were most fortunate when Diluc stumbled upon you. Saving you with a quick dive, he brought you home safe and sound. At first, he was dangerously angry at you, his crimson eyes gleaming darkly and ready to pierce you. But he calmed down soon afterwards and was in the kitchen right now, to make a cup of cocoa for you. 

It took him another minute or so, but footsteps soon sounded against the wooden floor. The tall man entered your vision, never failing once to take your breath away. Setting a cup down on the coffee table in front of you, a scarlet, wet lock of hair draped past his shoulder, escaping the ponytail he tied for himself. Changed out of his usual clothes, he wore a baggy, white shirt and dark trousers that you fetched from your father's closet. Being the stubborn ass that he was, it took a moment for you to persuade him to so -- you did not want him to catch a cold by any means. 

He sat down beside you, his weight shifting the balance of the couch. He held his own cup of cocoa on one hand, while his free hand placed on your shoulder. It pulled you towards him, until you were pressed against his warm body. "D-Diluc?" you breathed out, surprised and flustered. Heart pounding against your chest, you couldn't believe what he was doing. 

He wouldn't respond; instead, he took a sip of his drink, staring directly into the fireplace. Was he... worried about you? He wouldn't admit it verbally, but perhaps he wanted to stay close to you because of what he had seen. 

"What are you thinking of right now?" you inquired softly, relaxing your limbs. Deciding to say fuck it, you snuggled into him and cherished the heat he provided. You were still terrified out of your wits from the day's events, but with Diluc here... he was your rock to hold onto, stabling you until you could stand on your own. He truly was like the flames. He was very distant, something you could not actually touch, yet all the same, he was the only source keeping you alive. He was beautiful... and deep down inside, you knew he was caring nonetheless. Him being the Darknight Hero was proof enough. 

"Hot chocolate," he told you. You blinked for a few seconds, expression blank. "You should drink it. It'll help distract you."

Curling your fingers around the mug's handle, you returned to your position beside Diluc. "There. Happy?" you said. Coating your tongue with warm, sweet substance, you swallowed it down. It was very tasty. "If I wanted to be distracted, wouldn't I turn to alcohol though?"

His brows twisted and he looked almost offended. "Are you serious right now?"

You chuckled and leaned your head against his shoulder. "I nearly forgot you hated alcohol."

"It's as though you don't even try to remember," he huffed out. His tone was light and also teasing, but it soon turned a 180. "Your carelessness is always getting in the way of everything. Like today, for instance."

"And here I thought we were trying to distract ourselves," you muttered, letting out a long sigh.

"You still need to be more careful," he argued. In the corner of your eye, you noticed the way his grip tightened around the cup. You lifted your head and turned to look at him. His was also on yours, reflecting the light of the flames, shadows lining his face from how dark the room was. You took in his damp bangs to his lips -- hair that was wet because of you and lips that were pressed upon yours to get the excess water out of your system. 

You swiftly averted your eyes elsewhere, ignoring the flutters that erupted from your stomach. "But I am safe, aren't I? Thanks to you." 

"Yes. Indeed, you are safe. That's all that matters, I suppose," he murmured. He drank the rest of his hot chocolate and returned the empty cup to the table. Now wrapping both arms around you, he tightened his hold and nestled his face into your wet, [h/c] hair. You widened your eyes in surprise, with your heart ready to explode. He was so, so shameless. 

"Remember when we first met?" you said, grinning. Pretending that this position was as normal as it could be, you decided to just go with it. He would be back to his usual self by tomorrow anyway -- it was probably the nerves and distraught that was causing him to be so touchy-feely. "I saw you at the tavern and because you were drinking so much grape juice, I mistaken you to be drinking alcohol. It confused me why you weren't blacked out drunk yet."

He scoffed, clicking his tongue. "And yet you couldn't remember I didn't like alcohol just a moment ago. Also, you're the one who's drinking yourself away. Very irresponsibly too, if I dare say."

"Aw, shut it already," you whined, scowling. 

"Do you happen to have a chess piece board?" 

"Yes, I do," you answered. 

"Would you like to play a round with me then?" he asked, finally unwrapping his arms around yourself. Much to your surprise, rather than feeling relieved to leave his arms, you wished to have him hug you again. He made you feel safe, as if no harm could ever go towards your way again. 

"Sure. But be warned, I've played with my father a good amount and he's a master at it," you told him, curling the corners of your lips up. He cocked a brow upward, prepared to take your declaration of war on. Pulling yourself up from the couch, you arrived at a bookshelf and rifled through the stacks of miscellaneous items. Once achieving the box containing the game, you brushed the specks of dust off and hurried back to the male, who sat himself down on the floor. You lowered yourself as well, putting the game in the middle. 

Since you wished to be white, he was black. Lining the pieces at their assigned spots, the game soon began -- one filled of mostly silence and a lot of deep concentration. Every move counted, your palms growing sweaty to think up of a strategy to take his players out. The hour went by, the side of the board beginning to fill its space up with lost soldiers, coming from each team. The battle ensued and the your brain was getting fried up for thinking so technically, but of course, all things had to come to an end. 

Sending a knight forward, Diluc moved his arm to your queen. The plastic shell echoed loudly against the wood, ringing into your ears. "Checkmate!" he exclaimed, his features beaming excitedly. You had lost... but it was worth it, to see him like this. Not so often did Diluc allow anyone to see him this way. You wished to capture him -- to save the image inside your head forever and relay it over and over again. He noticed your expression and was quick to compose himself. "[Y/N]? Why are you smiling like a fool for?"

"I had a lot fun," you whispered.

He nodded, patting his hair down nervously. "I did too. You weren't lying there. You play a good, mean game of chess."

"You know the knight you used to checkmate my queen?" you pointed out. "That's you. The Darknight hero."

"Oh, don't even start," he groaned, rolling his eyes. You giggled, until eventually he couldn't help but be amused as well. 

The two of you stared at each other with soft smiles and pounding hearts, aligning by the crackle of flames.