#euphoric~diluc

[euphorickaeya]

Uhh, heyo! I’d like to request the "You need someone to take care of you.” prompt with sagau diluc, al haitham and ayaka, could you make the reader’s pronouns (they/them)?

thank you for requesting! Please enjoy! 🫶

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You’ve been laying in this damn bed for the whole day, you’re sick of it. Your acolytes had banished you to bed rest after a small incident in Mondstadt and you were bored, your bones aches in being in the same sitting position for the past hour. You need to move and when you’re allowed to, you’ve got acolytes following you to the tee.

You turned around to see Ayaka’s figure behind you, her breath hitched as you turned to angrily stare at her. She immediately trembled, her lips quivered with fear and uncertainty as to what made you so angry at her.

“Are you…are you alright, your grace?” She whimpered out, it was the last straw for you, you blew up right in front of her. “No! I’m not alright! Stop following me around, give me a damn break—“ you scolded Ayaka with a strong voice, the cryo-wielder stepped back at your sudden outburst.

“Don’t you understand that even gods need space! You’re following me step by step and I’m sick of it!” You grabbed your locks, annoyed and angered.

Suddenly, someone had barged in, which made you turn your angered stare to them.

It was Diluc and Al Haitham, Diluc sported an uneasy expression as his companion just looked between you. Ayaka looked at Diluc, lips quivering before she burst out in tears, her legs could hold her wait as she dropped down, sobbing into her arms.

“Okay, okay..let’s get you out first.” Al Haitham instantly moved as soon as the first sob of Ayaka’s was let out, at the side of the girl in a few seconds. You looked at the situation with tiredness. You sighed and turned away from Ayaka, trying to pull away from even more acolytes.

“Your Grace. You can’t be yelling at your acolytes, they only want to help you—“ Diluc turned to you like a scolding father to his daughter. “Why can’t I? Why can’t I be angry? You say you only want to help, what part of stalking me through my own home is helping?” You accusingly retorted, Diluc was appalled at your rudeness.

Diluc was confused and rightfully so, his last memory of you was of elegance, you walked down the town of Mondstadt wearing the most sheen and silken clothing. Made from the best fabric anyone could find. You talked to children and even played with them.

Where was the God he saw that day?

“Your Grace, we’re here so you don’t have to lift a finger! You know this-“ He tried to reply to you when you scoffed, “I don’t want to be treated like a child, or- or someone who can’t do things for themselves. I’m a god! Not some frail human!” Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration, Diluc was not helping your situation, nor calming you down.

“Do you need any help, Diluc? The girl’s gone-“ Al Haitham peeked into the room, looking off to you with a small concerned frown. “Al Haitham, please, I need to talk to them, they’re upset and more acolytes in the room won’t fix that.” Diluc shook his head, looking off to you as you paced the room, trying to control yourself.

The clouds outside had turned to grey, it was sunny earlier. It was obvious it was your doing, more so, your emotions. Diluc needed to calm you and fast, before your anger turns to a flurry of frost.

“Your Grace. I understand your anger, but you must know, you need someone to take care of you.” You were shocked at what Diluc had implied, that even if you were perfectly capable of doing things yourself, that you must hand over that responsibility to someone else.

“Get out.” You pointed to the door, a storm of emotions brewed inside of you, mostly of anger and anguish at Diluc’s statement.

“Your Grace-“ Diluc tried to start. You threw the closest thing at him, a vase. The porcelain broke right next to him, making him turn and flinch, Diluc’s smooth skin was nicked by one of the glass pieces, the smooth red falling down his cheek.

Another reminder of why you’re being treated this way, why you’re different. “I said, get out!” You shouted, readying another piece of porcelain to throw at Diluc.

Diluc’s lips opened, then closed. He knew there was nothing else he could say to calm you down. So with an uncomfortable feeling, he simply nodded and bowed, before leaving you to drown in your anguish and despair.

He respected your decision, even if it meant that he had to ignore the wails and cries of yours as he walked away.

[nyxyxx]

Godly Desires - Part 3

The Diluc chapter woohoo (he may be a little ooc but thats cuz im very inexperienced at writing him) The yandere stuff will gradually get more intense as the story goes on but for now its super super mild. I. II. III. IV.

Warnings: This story contains yandere content and religious themes

-3-

"A friendly drink"

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You had just arrived with Diluc at Dawn Winery, and you couldn't help but notice the glances you got from all of the workers as you walked past them. Something about it seemed odd, but you didn't have enough time to figure out what was wrong. You trailed after Diluc as he led you into his office, and shut the door behind him.

"Please, sit," he said, watching you awkwardly stand by the chairs. You nodded and hesitantly sat down on the cushioned seat, and you couldn't even believe how comfy the seat was. Well, you had just been spending all of your time in the wild outdoors so having a nice chair to sit in was very unusual.

Diluc walked over to his chair, on the other side of the desk, and sat down. He pulled a bottle out from underneath his desk. "It's grape juice, is that alright?" He asked, suddenly nervous. He didn't want to give you a bad first impression, although it was already a little messy because of what happened down by the lake.

"Oh sure. I don't mind." You answered. The corners of his lips rose ever so slightly, and he opened the bottle of grape juice. You were engrossed in the way he carefully held the wine glass, gentle but firm, and the charming way he poured the juice into the glass. Something about it was surreal. Elegant even. He had an air of nobility around him life that.

However on his part, what he noticed was completely different. He felt that his hands were too shaky. That he was taking too long to pour the glass, and the silence that hung in the air was becoming thicker. He could barely breathe at the prospect that you were even here, in his home, sharing a drink with him. It was unbelievable, really.

Once he was finished, he handed the glass over to you, and you took it from his hand, your fingertips gently brushing against his. The tips of his ears turned a very light pink, but he was lucky that you hadn't been paying attention to that.

He hated that he felt so nervous. He should be elegant and charming, and leave a very good impression on you, so that maybe, just maybe you might see him favorably. He despised how weak he felt, but it was only natural for him to be nervous in the presence of a being like you.

"Mm...thank you" You said, as you took a sip of the grape juice. It was sweet, but not too sweet, and had a little bit of sourness to it. It was refreshing and cold, but made you feel warm. Out in the wild, you had occasionally found fruits and just drank the juice from them, but this was a little different.

"Please, there is no need to thank me, it is my honor," He said, taking a sip from his glass. You thought he was just being a gentleman, but in truth he was all euphoric on the inside.

In the silence, your mind began to wander. You started to doubt more and more if this was actually a dream or not. Of course it had to be, because this place wasn't real. Diluc wasn't real. That should be the case, but yet, you felt like you've been here for such a long time already. When were you going to wake up from this dream?

You thought it strange how real everything feels, from the cold water, to the rich taste of the grape juice, to the hunger and thirst you had experienced, it was all so vivid. Could this really be a dream? You've heard that it is possible for people to experience very real sensations in their dreams, but you never thought it would be as convincing as this.

Well anyway, there was no point in worrying about the details. You had no idea how long this dream was going to last, so in the meantime you might as well have fun with it. After all, there was no harm in having fun in a dream right?

The glass in your hands was now empty, the juice all gone. "Thank you for the drink, but I should probably get going now," you said, rising from your seat. You already missed the softness of the chair. You looked at Diluc, who sat their blankly staring at his empty glass. Shrugging, you began to walk towards the door, only to stop upon hearing his voice.

"You should stay the night here. It is already getting dark outside. It will be dangerous." He said, quickly rising from his chair. He walked over to you carefully, and smiled. He was just trying to be considerate.

"I mean, is that really okay? I don't mean to impose..." You trailed off, while that was true, you also did feel a little bit awkward about the situation.

"I assure you, it is not a big deal. I'll have a guest room arranged for you." He said, without waiting for your answer. "Then you can leave first thing in the morning." but please allow me just a bit more time to be near you, is what he didn't say out loud. You simply sighed and agreed. It would in fact be easier just to stay here until morning. Then you could find your way to Mondstadt without it being the middle of the night.

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[chococolte]

☼ — calling them a good boy II

word count. 3k

characters included. kazuha, scaramouche, heizou, diluc, kaeya

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationships, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, religous + cult themes, sagau + cult au, etc. g/n reader. i do not condone yanderes irl.

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. part one here! requested by nonnie <3 yes these are a *lot* longer, i wrote them in my notes app and 4 some reason that equals me writing more words??

kazuha

Kazuha shudders, swallowing hard as you run your hands along his cheek.

"So cute," you say, your smile audible in your voice. The tips of your fingers twirl his platinum blonde hair. "And all mine." Your breath is warm on his face. With you so close, he can almost smell you, if only he leaned forward some more. Your hands glide across his skin with the gentleness of a blade of grass brushing against his legs. Kazuha repeats your words in his mind until they're etched into his memories, until he can look back upon them and feel the heat of your breath.

Your touch is soft like a zephyr, calm and comforting. Your smile is like that of a breath of autumnal air, warm and mellow. Your presence feels like the vernal embrace of the sun's warmth, so perfect and soothing. To exist next to you is a blessing unto itself, to partake in the air you breathe euphoric.

Kazuha's cheeks turn a dark red, burning with heat. Your laughter is full of mirth, ringing out like bursts of gales. The sound of your happiness, to know that he is the cause, even at the expense of his dignity, is worth more than the skin on his back or the vision at his hip. All of his power is meaningless in front of you.

Kazuha shivers when your hands move downward. He's sure you can feel his Adam's apple bobble underneath your fingers, the sweat coating his skin. You retract your hands and rise all to quickly for Kazuha's muddied brain to catch up with, and he barely stops himself from whining at the lack of contact. Leaving him kneeling, Kazuha watches your figure, draped in silk and rich fabrics, as you turn and sit back down on your throne.

You take a moment to properly position yourself, then look at him with an expression of gaiety. You tap your lap languidly with half-lidded eyes, and Kazuha uses every muscle in his body to stop himself from pouncing forward.

With shaky movements, Kazuha crawls toward you and carefully, tentatively, raises himself to his full height; his hands tremble as he, for only a moment, is above you. You look up at him expectantly, and slowly, with his heart stuck in his throat, Kazuha rests himself on your lap.

His heart threatens to burst from his chest as your hands instantly coil around his form, keeping him locked against you. He's sure you can feel his pulse from how close you are, sure you can hear how loud is heartbeat is. You smile knowingly, rubbing soothing circles onto his back.

"Was that so hard?" You whisper against his ear playfully. Your lips brush against his earlobe. He takes in a sharp breath. "You're such a good boy for me... and it's just for me, right?"

There's a slight warning in your tone, a tiny edge. Kazuha flushes at the implications. He nods eagerly, staring at your cheeks instead of your eyes. He can see from his periphery your eyes crinkle at his movement, your smile widening.

"Good," you say, and trail a hand up his leg. Kazuha holds his breath, watching your hand sluggishly move upward. Your movements feel like torture. "Since you're my good boy, I think you deserve a reward, don't you?"

You squeeze his thigh, and Kazuha whimpers.

scaramouche

Scaramouche is weak to you in particular, it seems.

"Sit next to me," you say, patting the spot next to you on your bed. Your voice is soft, almost a whisper. Scaramouche shuts his eyes, allowing himself another second of reprieve. You have commanded him, and as your puppet, he must listen. He can imagine how smooth your silken sheets are, how they'd feel against his skin. Mostly, he thinks about how they must smell like you, by now. Perhaps you'd let him lie down, surrounded by your scent, your warmth. But to think that way was shameful, so he grips the thoughts tightly in his grasp; the ideas, the visages of you, the gentle mirages of you and him, and he rips them to pieces. He will not allow you to have this hold over him.

You repeat yourself at his silence, patiently waiting for him to follow. Your voice lingers in his mind for a moment, flittering like a current of electricity; his body moves on its own then, his own will lost.

Maybe this is his true will, somewhere deep inside. The thought is off-putting, though he know it likely true. Either way, your soft hands stretch away from you as soon as he's within reach, grabbing onto his thin wrists. You direct him next to you, but keep his hands within your own. Scaramouche stares at your face, your eyes, your smile; you know what you're doing as you return his gaze, taking his hands and moving them to your lips. You lay a small, benign kiss on his skin, looking up at him with a knowing smile. Scaramouche tries to snuff out the feelings that burn in his chest— happiness to be in your presence, blissfulness to be so close to you, euphoria to have your lips upon him, even in such a small way. He douses them, but the flames climb higher. He rips away their oxygen desperately, but still, the fire roars; unbidden, unstoppable.

"My good boy," you mumble against his skin, kissing his hands again. "You know that, don't you?"

Scaramouche nods his head, even though he wants to rip his hands away and ask you to stop. You look at him like that, as if you truly care— but he knows you don't. You can't. No one has cared before, and you will not be any different.

You drop his hands, setting them carefully back down. Your every touch is soft and calculated, touching him as if you're scared he'll run. He has thought about it before, so you're not entirely wrong. Slowly, you reach for his face, cupping his cheeks in your hands. Scaramouche feels his pulse quicken beneath his skin, his face heat up from your proximity. You run your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks, and Scaramouche is unable to stop himself from leaning into your touch, from eagerly lapping up the scraps you've deigned to give him.

"I think I need to tell you again," you say softly, keeping your eyes locked with his own. "You're my good boy. Only mine. I won't let anyone take you from me." You lean forward, and Scaramouche is almost overwhelmed by your scent. You're everywhere, surrounding him— he wants to grab onto you and never let go, to hide in your comfort. Your lips brush against his cheek, and his breath hitches in his throat. You kiss his face gently, then lean away.

A small part of Scaramouche wants to ask you to do it again. He wants to ask you to run your fingers through his hair, to allow him this one moment of peace where he does not need to concern himself with worldly affairs. But to ask would be selfish; to ask would mean demanding more from you than you've allotted him. He must be grateful for what you've given him so far. The rest of him wants to ask you to stop already, to quit pretending like he matters to you.

You hum, and gently push him into your embrace. Scaramouche shudders and closes his eyes.

Maybe, he can allow himself this small moment with you.

heizou

To Heizou, you are everything.

You are the opposite of sin. You are light, bereft of all evil and darkness. You are purity itself, a paragon of virtue: you are what every being should strive to be. You are beauty itself, ethereal and kind— you are incapable of vice, of committing the same evils as mankind. Heizou will listen when you call for him, when you ask for his presence. You can do no wrong. Anything you touch, you purify. Your mere presence could water any wilted flower, resuscitate any withering life form. To Heizou, you are the earth that holds up the world and the sky that contains it. You are the ground he walks upon, the mountains he climbs; you are infallible, immune to temptation.

As your hands run through his hair, Heizou has to stop himself from begging for more. Your touch is holy and sacred. To feel your fingers, your hands, your warmth— it’s a nauseating pleasure. Heizou feels almost drunk on you. He can only barely resist the urge to grab your hands and force them down his body, until every inch of himself is coated in your light— until he’s entirely yours, both in body and mind, until any being could look upon him and know who has marked him.

He shivers when your hands brush against the base of his neck. Heizou makes a small sound of obedience, looking up at you on your throne through half-lidded eyes. A part of him feels slightly embarrassed that you’re seeing him in such a pathetic state, but the rest of him can feel only pride as he stares at his reflection in your eyes. You’re staring at him, no one else. Your hands are tangled through his hair, intermittently tugging and pulling; you’re doing this to him, not to another. Nobody is worthy of you, not even him— but the rest only worship you in name. None of them strive to be like you as he does, not one of them understands your ideals as he does.

“You’re such a good boy, Heizou.” You run your thumb over his lips, laughing at his imploring gaze. Heizou feels adrenaline rush through his veins at your praise. He’s done good by you! You praised him! His greatest wish has always been to please you, to leave you satisfied with him— to hear your voice say what he has only imagined you saying before leaves Heizou breathless.

“Such a cute boy.” A playful smile tugs at your lips. Heizou’s heartbeat quickens at your words, his face bursting with color. You cup his face in your hands and he leans forward, smiling at your touch. "I want to hear you say it. You're only my good boy."

Heizou's smile widens, his eyes looking up at you with awe. His heart clenches and threatens to burst at the thought of announcing he's yours. He has only dreamed of you claiming him, of entering your fold and becoming yours entirely. He wouldn't mind it if you changed parts of him to better fit your preferences; anything until he's truly worthy of you, anything to deserve your eyes on him, for him to continue to breathe in your presence.

"Only yours," he says, voice weak. "I'm only yours. Only your good boy."

diluc

Diluc shuts his eyes when you call for him.

It's not that he doesn't desire to look at you. No, it's that he can't tear his eyes away from you once he does. You are everything— perfect in every way. You do not desire anything from him, only that he worship you. In return, he receives your love, your guidance. Diluc doesn't know what he's done to deserve your preference, but he would not deny you anything he could provide for you. If you ask for his presence, he will arrive at your beck and call. If you want to touch him, Diluc will lay still until you've had your full. If you desire for his eyes to look upon you, he will open them, however reluctantly.

As Diluc takes in your form, his heart roars with all the strength of a wildfire. Your throne is etched with intricate, glistening jewels; multifaceted and multicolored. The loveliest riches can buy; yet, they still look so lacking in comparison to you— beauteous and heavenly you. You will always stick out in Diluc's mind. He has long etched your appearance into his memories, long unforgettable no matter how many years past. He could spot you, even if he's long since weathered from old age and if he's forgotten who he is. He could never forget you, his god; the one he worships above all else.

"Come here, won't you?" You say coyly. You phrase it like a question, but Diluc knows it's an order. His legs move him towards you before he even has any time to fully register your words, so used to following your orders. Diluc is only this complacent for you. He has thought about telling you before, uttering every thought he has of you, of showcasing just how much you consume his every waking moment. But he's sure you must already know, which is why you tap your lap.

"Rest your head here," you say. "You've been working so hard for me, haven't you? I think you deserve a break."

Diluc's heart stutters in his chest. His body awkwardly kneels before you, and with a small pause of hesitation, Diluc slowly lays his head on your lap.

You hum in contentment. "Good boy," you say, and with no prior warning, untie his hair. You move with no rush, slowly threading your fingers through his bright red hair. Diluc, however, is still reeling from your words, repeating them to himself like a mantra. Good boy? If it were anyone else, he would've found the words distasteful, almost mocking. Perhaps he would've gone so far as to completely cut off whoever would dare to utter such a thing to him. But from you, the words spark a desire. A desire for more, a desire for you to stay with him for a little longer. Diluc does not like to be without you— the comfort you bring like the warmth of a familiar embrace. His eyes flutter close when your hands find a particular sensitive spot, goosebumps lining his flesh. He hides his face in your lap before his brain can catch up with his movements.

Just as Diluc almost scrambles away and apologizes, you laugh. He freezes at the sound, face burning at how angelic your laughter is, then shudders as you resume playing with his hair.

"Good boy," you say again. "Just my good boy."

Diluc gulps loudly, averting his eyes. He leans into your lap again.

kaeya

Kaeya should hate that he can't bring himself to detest you.

You are perfection personified. You are virtuous, kind, and loving. Once, Kaeya hated you. He hated your image, your faux benevolence. You were the cause behind his suffering, the perpetrator; if you held even an inkling of love for him that so many claimed you did, none of what happened to him should've come to pass. Yet, they did, and there were only two logical conclusions: either you did not exist, or you did not care.

Kaeya denied you entry. He refused to allow himself to just be mere entertainment to you. He refused to let you diminish him to nothing more than your plaything. He would not be thrown away, used and discarded. He would not let his years of guilt, regret, and sorrow be reduced to something you could just gawk at. His pain was not for you to see. His grief was not for you to analyze. It was his own, not yours. If you were real, you would have to prove yourself to him; not the other way around.

"Kaeya," you coo. He snaps to attention, shuddering from the softness of your voice. Slowly, like he is truly afraid of upsetting you even in this small way, Kaeya raises his head. Kneeling before you should feel shameful, after everything. He should be ashamed to kneel before the one person responsible for everything he has endured. But Kaeya has long since accepted the way you make him feel, that absolute sense of security. He has long since foregone his own ego, pride and dignity. When it is just the two of you, Kaeya is nothing more than your sick, devoted worshiper.

"Kaeya," you say again, a small chuckle leaving your lips. Kaeya's mind feels dazed, almost, the sound of your voice saying his name leaving him weak. He wants to ask you to say his name again, and again, until he can never forget it. Until it's so embedded into his mind that even when he dies, he'll hear it clearly, ringing out like a loud clap of thunder. He never wants to forget the way you make him feel. "Come here to me, my good boy."

With an almost puppy-like eagerness so unlike him, Kaeya moves toward you. Your words, your praise, your attention; all of it is directed onto him. To be the only one standing in your gaze, the only one in the reflection in your eyes, feels more right than anything else in his life has felt before. To imagine being beside you in such a way leaves Kaeya yearning. All too quickly, Kaeya is kneeling directly at your feet.

You tap your lap. "Sit here."

Kaeya blinks. Then, he smirks. "What's this about?" he asks, but he's hurriedly moving on his feet to do as you ordered, excited at the prospect. For the one moment where he rises above you, Kaeya finds himself feeling vaguely sick. Such a position is unnatural. To be above you, even in this sense— is wrong. He quickly bows his head as he settles himself into position, and leans into you when you snake your arms around his waist and tug him closer to your chest.

"Good boy." You praise him so easily he almost feels silly for getting so happy about it. But still, Kaeya's heart thumps in his chest and melts when you rub the sides of his abdomen. This warmth, this affection; this safety and peace that only comes when he is around you. This is why Kaeya has found himself unable to hate you as easily as he did in the past— he realized as soon as he could comprehend the love from your control— all of his suffering, his pain and agony; all of it was meant to lead back to you. If Kaeya had to live through all of it again for you, he would.

You are heaven given form. To worship you so closely; nothing would be too much of a price.

[luxxid]

WAYS MY AMITY SHINES FOR YOU

: ̗̀➛ the soft moments they adore with you.

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: ̗̀➛ ayato, albedo, aether, al haitham, cyno, diluc, heizou, itto, kaeya, kazuha, tartaglia, thoma, tighnari, venti, scaramouche, xiao

ayato loves hearing you talk. the melodious tunes of your voice reach his ears like a siren's song, alluring and captivating. as he scribbles his signature on the bottom of numerous pages settled on his desk, he adores having his darling rant about their day, whilst having a smile caricatured on his ephebic face. he finds solace in the gentle lullabies of your words; the way your voice wraps around him like a warm embrace and the way he can feel the intonations of your diction fill the room with a mesmerizing aura, washing away all the fret and concerns inhabited on his mind like a sea wave.

albedo loves explaining on different subjects, whether it be on what he's testing, or if it's about new objectives about the knights. he loves it when his darling is invested on what he's suffused in as well. he undoubtly enjoys the connection with his darling and loves when they are as passionate about his work as he is. he always gets ardent when his darling asks him enquires about the things he's working on, and he loves to see their eyes polish when he explains the concepts. he loves to take his darling's hand and explain some of the things he's working on, and his favourite thing of all is when he sees the cute smile on their face when they finally apprehend the vagary.

aether enjoys it when you spectate him whilst he's training. he absolutely adulates it when you shout praises to him, occasionally giving you a smile or two. aether treasures moments like these; when you give him a pat on the back after a job well done, or when you tell him how proud you are of his accomplishments. he thrives off of these moments, and it's facile to see the nirvana radiating from him. oh how much he adores having you by his side.

al haitham loves reading along with you, recommending you books he had already read, vesting to you to read it. he loves bringing you on little library dates with you to the akademiya, making sure the library was empty, especially for the both of you. he enjoys listening to your thoughts and opinions about the books you read, sharing his insights on the stories, and growing together through the experience. but, one thing about him, he's never concentrated on his book. he's heeded over your soft expressions and watching the way your lips silently move while softly reciting each word. his viridescent eyes are piercing through your gentle form.

cyno loves it when you laugh at his 'jokes'. he's well aware of the fact they aren't funny, but whenever he pulls one out on you, he's always met with the sight of you softly giggling. these dreamy stages between the two of you are some of cyno's most euphoric memories. he loves seeing the way your eyes light up when you laugh and the way your face crinkles with delight. he loves the feeling of connection that comes with sharing these simple flashes, making him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

diluc loves it when you play with his hair. brushing his hair through his fiery, cottony locks while skimming through the knots. this is the only moment he lets his guard down, and only with you of course. his face lights up with bliss as he releases a contented sigh, giving away the fact that he truly enjoys this moment of placidity with you. nevertheless, diluc loves it when you curl up on the bed next to him, your head resting on his chest as your fingers trace circles in his hair. he loves these tender, intimate moments with you, and he can't help but become lost in your embrace. he sighs with relief, feeling safe and loved in your arms.

heizou loves it when you cook his favourite dishes. he purely enjoys the sight of you being so minded while bustling chopping and cutting. he relishes wrapping his arms around yours while placing his chin ontop of your head, watching you cook and enjoying those soft, intimate moments with him. he loves the moments when you both laugh and giggle while you both prepare food together. he reveres the moments when you both share stories while you cook for him, aromas waft around the abode. heizou cherishes these moments with you more than anything, the joy of being able to share such intimate moments while being able to be next to each other.

itto loves taking you on late night walks around inazuma. he dotes on the quiet and soft moments you both share, whether it be you resting your head on his lap, or him gently playing with your hair as you watch the stars. he cherishes these moments more than anything, as it is a reminder of the love between the two of you. he loves how your small fingers hook with his considerably larger ones, swining them playfully while walking alongside you. with you, he isn't arataki itto, he's simply 'itto'.

it warms kaeya's heart when you snuggle against his frigid frame. you feel his larger form embrace your smaller frame, enveloping you in a bear hug. kaeya loves watching the expressions on your face as you take in the world around you, he also loves when you softly run your hand along his arm, like a gentle caress. he loves when you look up to him with your elfin gems, his heart melting as your gaze lingers on his. these moments of tenderness, between the two of you, are the moments he cherishes the most. he ardors on how vulnerable he can be around you and you only.

kazuha loves sitting by the ocean, alongside you. he undoublty loves adoring your beauty. softly, he brushes his fingers over your hand, tying his fingers with yours. he gazes into your eyes, his heart warming with love. he smiles, and your heart flutters. you can feel the adoration emerging from him, his airy voice washes over you like a calming tide. the sounds of sea waves crashing onto the shores were accompanied by the soft giggles and chuckles belonging to the samurai and his darling. he always knew the your beauty was incomparable to that of the ocean.

tartaglia loves it when you aid him after every mission he encounters. in stoke from him, he always arrives bloodied and wounded from the brutal fights he takes part in. he loves how his darling softly presses the cotton pad onto the side of his slit cheek, the alcohol drowned substance absorbed into his skin. but it didn't hurt, of course it didn't hurt when you were the one aiding him. he loved how caring and considerate you were towards him, always stressing over the slightest cuts and bruises. childe loves the soft facade you have for him, the way your hair brushes against his face as you lean in to press a kiss onto his forehead, the way your eyes light up when he tells you he's safe, the way your hands never shake when you dress his wounds. it's these moments that make him love you more than the battles he fights.

thoma adores teaching his darling various recipes, teaching them every movement and every step on how it takes to make a delicious dish. the moments when he holds his darling's hand while they measure ingredients and mix them, or when they talk while waiting for the dish to cook, are the sweetest moments for him. it makes him stoked to see how his darling's eyes light up when the dish is finished. he takes pride and joy in seeing his darling's excitement at the end of each meal they make together, enhancing the entire experience even more special to him.

tighnari loves gardening with you, he adores the way you accompany and help him, he loves spectating you while you're hustling with shoveling and digging crevices and making sure the plants get adequate water. the earthy scent of the damp soil remained in the air while you tossed seeds all around the garden. gentle moments of laughter filled the air while the two of you worked together. the warmth of the sun, the way the breeze rustled his hair, and the way he felt connected to you in those moments. it was a special kind of bond, one that he cherished and held close to his heart.

venti adores how you patiently listen to his harmonious lyre. the hypnotizing notes his fingers swayed were mesmerizing to listen to. your soft smile and eyes that complimented your whole figure was always so euphoric to him. venti atmost cherishes the moments when you both would sit together in an embrace, his head resting on your shoulder as he played the lyre. the gentle feel of your skin against his and your subtle whispers in his ear were the moments that filled him with joy.

xiao adores how you sheltered you make him feel, the way you bring him to your warm chest, providing him with the love he never received, dowsing all the abysmal memories of the past. your heartbeat transports pure peace and solace to him. moments like these are what makes him feel like he fell in love over again.

scaramouche loves how your presence quietens his worries, his tensions, everything. your soft appearance was like an angel came down to earth, especially for him. the way you embrace him to your warm figure, a stark contrast to his cold and frigid self. scaramouche cherishes the soft moments with you, the gentle touches, the sweet whispers, the understanding glances. he loves the sensation of being held in your arms and being comforted by your words. he loves how he can trust you with his worries and burdens and how you can always make him feel safe and loved.

[suicide-with-dazai]

Genshin men - kinks

characters : scaramouche , diluc , xiao , heizou , itto

tags : nsfw , biting , oral , female reader on scaras part , afab on heizous part , rest non specified gender .

nsfw under the cut / MINORS RESPECTFULLY DNI ♥︎

scaramouche - biting

who would think that such a mean boy could be so intimate ? even when youre just sitting together or making out , scaramouche has always been one to bite you playfully . when doing the deed , scaramouche would always be sure to add to your pleasure by biting you . whether it be your shoulders , neck or lips . sometimes he would leave marks . sometimes he would draw blood , but it all added to the pleasure .

the two of you would be fucking , his cock pumping deep inside of your clenching walls , "m-mgonna- gonna cum !" you cry out in pure pleasure . scaramouche realizes that youre about to reach your climax so he continues fucking while he leans down to bite your neck . his hands massage your tits as his warm breath hits your neck and he bites down , sinking his sharp teeth into your sensitive skin . "aah- mh-mghhhh~" you cum hard on his dick from the combined pleasure of his biting and fucking . "good girl~ " he praises in a low purring tone as he licks the blood from his lips . afterward , he always makes sure to keep the wound clean and treat you with care .

diluc - praise

youve noticed that even hearing his voice turns you on , the low vibrations of it sending lustful shivers down your spine . even when he talks to his regulars at the Angels Share , youd be sitting beside him , keeping him company - and when you hear his voice , " thatll be 400 mora please " you feel yourself get needy . just knowing that that voice praises you so well in the bedroom too .

" you can do it darling , come on~" he says in a loving manner , " youre doing so well- mgh- " he always tries to keep his composure when hes praising you , especially when hes guiding you through while he sinks his dick into you . " such a good girl for me~ " when he makes you climax , he brushes your hair from your face and talks comfortingly and reassuringly to you , which only makes you cum harder . " you look so pretty when you cum for me~ "

xiao - ' scream my name '

with his adepti powers , just saying his name makes him appear at your location within an instant . he secretly loves hearing his name come out of that pretty mouth of yours . youd be talking to a local in Liyue , discussing work , love life etc. and when youd get onto the topic of xiao , he almost always appears hidden somewhere behind you , just hearing you say his name gets him all worked up .

" say it . mhh~ say my name , love " xiao hisses as you ride his cock . " oh xiao~ you feel so good- " hearing that , he grabs your thighs and rubs circles on them as you ride him . you know he loves to hear his name come out of your mouth , so you tease him while bouncing on his dick , " xiao- mhh- im gonna- " you whine as you reach your climax , he moans out when he hears his name ; a euphoric feeling filling him as he cums for you . xiao is a huge switch so he loves it when you say , " youre such a good boy for me , xiao "

heizou - vocal partner

he loves a partner who knows what they want . he loves hearing you speak your mind , as he thinks your fascinating . just having conversations with you make heizou fall for you harder . the way his eyes so wonderously look into yours when you talk . hes a really good listener . but he also loves listening to you in the bedroom ...

" heiz- ah- " you whimper as he eats out your pussy . youve always been vocal for him when you get intimate , the way your voice beckons him to keep going drives him insane . " feels so good~ " you sigh in pleasure. " you like that , huh , dirty girl ? " heizou remarks , which just makes you more needy and pushes you closer to the edge . " ah- stop- mgh ! " you moan as he sucks your clit hard , " its too much-! " youre basically panting now , experiencing immense pleasure as you cum on heizous tongue , he laps up your juices and kisses your lips , making you taste your own climax .

itto - size kink

compared to itto , youre tiny , he towers over you and you can barely kiss his lips when you stand on your tiptoes . he loves being physically bigger than you , he feels like he must protect such a gorgeous person at all times . someone tries to get on your nerves ? your 6'1 crazy boyfriend wont hesitate to step in . cant reach something ? itto would much rather lift you up easily by the waist than getting it himself . he just loves how tiny you are compared to him .

he also loves how you can take his cock so well . with you being so tiny , he can see his cock inside of you when your tummy bulges , " you take me so well , cutie " he adores how small you look beneath him as he hovers above you . the way you struggle under him while he sucks your neck makes him only want you more . itto has always been one to eat you out , so he enjoys holding your hips down with his toned arms as he makes you squirm . " shhh~ darling . stay still for me , pretty thing "

[lolishdes]

“Beauty and Pleasure Incarnate” Diluc x Reader

✧A/N: Just some Diluc Headcanons I have, be warned these are all nsfw, so just keep scrolling down if uninterested! Also if this blows up then I might make a part 2 since I still got some headcanons in mind hehe

I made reader as neutral as I can for the ladies, all of you deserve love from our gorgeous man. But reader can also be anyone you want! Never specified that reader is a cis woman so 👀

✧Warning/s: This is all pure filth let me tell you! Best to keep it a surprise and just read if for yourselves ;3 

Minors kindly don't interact!

Diluc is definitely a gentle and passionate lover, once he loves you there's nothing he won't do for you. And when it comes to your alone times in the evenings, he makes sure to give everything you desire. 

Diluc doesn't enjoy degrading you, bullying you a little? Sure. But he would much prefer to give you sweet compliments and praises –– praises that he knows that will rile you up. He has way too much respect for you to even degrade you, especially in an activity such as this. And when it comes to calling you names he loves calling you traditional pet names like beloved, sweetheart, my love, gorgeous, beautiful, and all that sappy stuff. If he's feeling a little more dirty he loves calling you his little minx or vixen. 

When it comes to sex he isn't in favor of outdoor or quickies, he wants a proper place for you two to explore one another's bodies. He thinks that it's only proper to do so, since such an intimate act should only be shared in a setting with absolute privacy. He lives for foreplay, in fact it's his favorite part. He wants to worship every single part of your body. Your beautiful body just does things to him, it's obvious considering the bulge forming down his pants.

Diluc knows you're weak to kisses, and those kisses vary from your lips, to your chest, or even on that swollen clit of yours. He’ll make sure to kiss every part you want him to, just use your words, okay? He’s pretty verbal too when making love to you, quite the opposite with how he usually acts. But you suppose it's because in such a moment both of you feel so vulnerable and connected that he doesn't mind letting his mind and mouth do some extra work. 

His dynamic is definitely the giver, or more specifically a service Dom. Acts of service is his love language and that still applies in the bedroom.

Eating you out makes him heat up until the tips of his toes, it's just so filthy with the sound of squelching and your hands roughly pulling on his red locks. But he doesn't mind, in fact it just turns him on even more, your desperation is so sexy to him and he wants nothing more than to make you feel good. To hell with his aching cock, your swollen cunny needs some loving! Also while eating you out he definitely palms himself through his boxers, just to ease some of that tension building up.

He finds that both of you enjoy a deep but slow pacing when it comes to thrusting. The action is just so overwhelming and less energy consuming really. 

Since this is such an intimate act, Diluc wants to see every single facial expression you make,  to see the beautiful lady that he has fallen in love with. Naturally he chooses missionary as his favorite position, but sometimes he wants to spice things up and fucks you in a mating press instead!

When finally putting it in he makes sure to rub himself on your clit first, just to stimulate you a little bit more. He goes slow while his hands are gripping your thighs. “Oh archons beloved– you feel so warm.” On the other hand you're gripping the sheets and breathless. “Luc please–” “Shh shh i've got you, come here.” He silences you with a deep kiss while his hips slowly thrust forward. 

Definitely loves to overstimulate you, to see tears of pure euphoric feeling of coming and the absolute torture as he starts thrusting inside you again. But he is not doing this to bully you, he just wants to make you feel so good!

After he gives you your last orgasm he expects to see your legs shaking, your form breathless and pure satisfaction. He swipes some strands of hair to your ear so that they won't tickle your face too much and after doing so he flops down beside you. He gives you a warm hug and press kisses on your shoulders.

Due to too much pleasure you try to move away from him, but you know better than to run, and he knows his beautiful lady is just a little overwhelmed! Don't worry, he’ll pin you back down with one hand on your waist and another above your hand, see now there's no way to escape!

“My dear are you alright? Oh don't come running off now, come back here, that's it, I just want to make you feel better.”  He presses a tender kiss on cheek as he looks at you lovingly. You on the other hand was completely disheveled, your hair was a mess, eyes completely cloudy and head all fuzzy. Without warning he thrusts slowly but deeply inside of you, a whine escapes as your back arches. 

“Look how beautiful you look right now, absolutely breathtaking. You don't mind if I break you a little more do you, my love?” He sounds so sweet, as if he isn't completely making your legs all shaky and weak. You try to use words however your mind was too consumed with pleasure, but thats okay! Diluc knows this and would gladly help you with your words.

“Don’t worry I’ll take care of you, just lay there and feel good alright?” He is so reassuring with his sweet words, makes you feel safe and loved and you adore that about him.

“You’re perfect.” 

[ayatomic]

FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT !

what kind of doms are they? (genshin impact.)

ft: albedo, arataki itto, diluc, kamisato ayato, tartaglia, thoma, zhongli.

w: sub/dom dynamics, praise and degradation, cunnilingus, unrealistic c*rvix kissing, overstimulation, in public, dirty talk, c*ckwarming, brat taming, impact play, teasing, edging, temp play implied, dacryphilia, dumbification, breeding, multiple rounds, ruined org*sms, control themes, some rigging, mention of a safe word.

minors do not interact. | masterlist.

THE SOFT DOMS.

✿ THOMA is the softest darling. thoma doesn't have a mean bone in his body: he's a pleasure dom more than anything. thoma is the type of guy who gets off on hearing your pretty whines and can cum in his pants just from lapping the sweet juices up from your drooling cunt. he gets lost in making his darling feel euphoric, so much so that he's accidentally overstimulated you many times before.

no matter how you're being fucked, the chief retainer will bestow endless praises upon you, showering you with honey-soaked words as he gazes down at your vulnerable form, his striking emerald irises molding into hearts. he tells you how good you are for him, how well you take his cock, and how damn gorgeous you are underneath him. each syllable drives you insane, your cunt clamping around thoma like a vice.

"goodness, you're gonna make me lose it, darling. could spend hours buried in this pretty fucking pussy. you take me so well, don't ya? so perfect, baby, doin' such a good job f'me. . ."

✿ ITTO wants to please you, but his oni desires can occassionally take over. he'll pounding his monstrous length into your weeping cunt, doing his best to pay attention to all of the spots that made you cream. however in the mean time, he loses all sense of self control, finding himself totally intoxicated by the way your angelic pussy sucked him in.

whilst it doesn't stem from him being a hard dom or wanting to be mean to you, you can tell that he begins chasing his own orgasm above yours as the snapping of his hips against your own harshens severely.

yet you struggle to complain, for the way that itto's thick cock taps your cervix, combined with his rough thumb tracing messy shapes around your sensitive clit, sends you over the edge repeatedly. he subconsciously taps into his primal urges, thus ensues his overwhelming desire to breed your sweet cunt until he was satisfied. with itto, nobody ever had just one orgasm. he borders on insatiable, spurred on by your babbling as he pounds into your sloppy pussy and fills you with yet another load.

THE IN BETWEEN

✿ ALBEDO is a mixed bag. occasionally, he can be one of the harshest doms, drawing endless orgasms from you as the alchemist bullied his way into your silly little pussy. each movement was calculated and precise, each touch possessed the perfect amount of pressure to send you reeling. yet on the other hand, there are times where albedo will do nothing but worship your body, gently grazing his fingers over your most sensitive areas and placing tender kisses to every inch of your skin that he could reach.

he's not necessarily one to offer praise nor degradation. though he'd be more than willing to indulge his partner if they wished to receive one or the other, albedo will often find himself describing every single lewd act as he carries it out. he tells you how your gummy walls flutter around his lithe fingers, how he can feel your sensitive clit pulsing against your tongue, and narrated the scene as he slipped his cock inside of you. his certain class of dirty talk gets you absolutely soaked, as though you could finish from his filthy words alone.

✿ AJAX isn't a mean dom per se, but he often indulges in teasing you. if he's in the mood to rile you up and leave you high and dry, the harbinger will not hesitate to do such. he'll grope at your flesh (even if you're both in public) before whispering the nastiest of things in the shell of your ear, detailing all of the ways that he desired to use your sweet body and bend it to his will.

yet, there are many incidents in which ajax can't handle himself. an amalgamation of your expressions as he teases you, the way that you nibble at your bottom lip, and the efficacy of each phrase that he whispered all get him just as riled up as he does you. often he cannot resist taking you in the closest secluded area, be it in a darkened alleyway somewhere in liyue harbor, the bathroom of a fancy resturant, his luxurious office over at the northland bank, or safely in the confines of your own home. hell, ajax would even let you cockwarm him in the middle of a teahouse if you let him. he simply adores how needy you can get for him - an energy that he, too, can match.

THE HARD DOMS

✿ DILUC is an expert brat tamer. he doesn't like his partner acting out,  and will take necessary precautions to keep them in line. for example, if you tease him whilst he works the bar in the tavern, he won't hesitate to take you to the back room and spank your ass red raw amongst the barrels of expensive wine. his personal favorite punishments were a dead tie between bullying his thick cock into you out on the second floor balcony of the angel's share, forcing you to remain silent as his gloved fingers slip past your lips whilst he teaches you a lesson, or to restrain you all for himself, harnessing the power of his vision to edge your slutty cunt to tears.

mondstadt's dark knight hero loved it when you begged him to cum, tears leaving crystalline remnants on your lashes as you put on your best puppy dog expression. he typically asks you if you think you deserve it, giving you only a moment to answer before he's slapping your wet cunt and growling degradation in your ear, reminding you that "good girls finish last."

✿ AYATO is, first and foremost, a bully. he gets what he wants, and will do anything within his power to get it. the yashiro commissioner demanded obedience; he had no time for brattiness, and would quite literally fuck you into submission if that's what was required. when ayato fucks, his primary goal is to make you forget your own name. you won't be walking properly for a few days, but that's okay because he can provide for your every need.

virtually nothing is off the table with this man. if his cock isn't enough to mold you into being his obedient darling, then he's perfectly content with slapping and spanking anywhere that he can reach. he has a huge thing for impact play, enjoying the sight as your skin heats up under his touch, reveling in the faint whines of pain that you elicit.

additionally, ayato has unbelievable stamina. his balls are heavy, and he wants nothing more than to drain them inside your cosy little cunt. his strength is comparably immense, with all of his training having resulted in the man's ability to lift and shift your body into any position that he can think up. sex with him is a marathon, and when ayato is done with you, the only word that you can murmur is his name.

✿ ZHONGLI is a man of specific tastes. he knows what he likes, and seeks it out. there are rules when it comes to your sex life, for example only he could make you cum, and even then you had to ask for permission. under no circumstances were you to touch yourself, and when he fucks you there is an understanding that you relinquish every last shred of control. the man used to be a god, and you were to worship him as such.

in all honesty, zhongli understood that he was pedantic when it came to your rules. the slightest of things would be considered a breach, for the sole fact that he was enamored with punishing you. something about how pathetic you were really got him going, taking every hit, every insult, and every last piece of pain that he gave you. he particularly enjoyed watching your pained expression as he ruined your nth orgasm of the night, smirking to himself as you writhed and rutted against his hand. it didn't matter if you cried about how he promised that this time he would finally let you cum, for he instead wanted to see how much of this punishment you could endure before uttering your established safe word.

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[dawndelion-winery]

Tiddie Pillow

Falling asleep on their chest

Ft. Diluc, Kaeya, Itto, Dottore

Diluc:

He often works late and finds you exhausted from waiting for him

As much as he insists you should get your sleep even if it means he'll come home to a quiet house, he can't help but feel a guilty joy in knowing you'd stay up for him

So what better way to express his gratitude than to carry you to bed and tuck you in

He'll kiss your forehead as he tells you to get some rest, promising he'll be with you once he's washed up

Then he slides under the covers with you, pulling you on top of him

There's some sort of reassurance in having your weight on him, like a reminder he's not alone

His hand caresses your hair, cradling your head against his chest as his other hand holds your waist

He hums until you're sound asleep, blushing when you murmur how comfy his tiddies are in your sleep

Kaeya:

What is the point of a tiddie window if not for you, his beloved, to have free access to his tiddies?

They're your personal portable pillows

He also runs pretty cold, which makes them perfect for warm days

He enjoys it too, having your face buried in his tiddies to cool off while his own face couldn't be any warmer from how you keep nuzzling your cheeks on him

There's a gentle tingling when he strokes your cheek with his fingertips

And he quite likes the way you bury your face further in his chest when he touches the back of your neck with his cold hands

He'll rest his cheek on your head as his fingers wander from your face to your back and anywhere else within reach

He could get used to this sort of relaxation

Itto:

Did I mention he's a showoff?

You like his tiddies? Well, he's yours, so by extension, they are too

You'll have your face planted slam into them when he pulls you into hugs that are normally quite suffocating

He means well, he just has cuteness aggression because you're the cutest in his eyes

You should probably be a little more mindful though

He might be dense, but even he can see you drooling over his tits

Not that he'd complain though - he flaunts them more around you if anything

Arms, abs, anything for you, really

Like yeah, he knows you think he's hot, and he enjoys having you look at him too

But he's a little slow, so you've a good five minutes of running your hands on his chest before he realises you aren't actually listening to his heartbeat

It's ok, he still loves your horny ass

Dottore:

You're lucky he's deemed you irreplaceable

He noticed you were tired when you accidentally yawned a little too loudly for his liking

And he snapped, asking who would interrupt only to find it was you instead of one of the pesky subordinates

Right, your health was far more delicate then his since you weren't used to neglecting your welfare for weeks on end for the sake of an experiment

He tended to forget that

"Get some rest, you'll be a hindrance if you get sick."

If it were anyone else, it'd be rude since he said it without even looking at you, but let's face it, for Dottore to be concerned whether you're sick??? Favouritism smh

Except there's nowhere to rest in his lab because it's too cluttered and he has the only chair

So you're stuck on his lap not that you mind

You're supposed to rest, so he makes you lean against him and pats your head to make sure you're comfy every now and then

Don't ask how that works ok, that's his affection, take it or leave it

You'll get head scritches if he's frustrated though, so expect to be treated a bit like a personal squeeze toy which is really just brief cuddles

Don't grab his tiddies unless you've convinced him that you're asleep because that's the only way he'll let it slide

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[circyexistforcontent]

The boys with a succubus/incubus god?

CULT AU WITH A DEMON READER

❀ synopsis: “And no marvel; for Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.” 2 CORINTHIANS 11:14

❀ warnings: slight suggestive content, biblical themes, cult themes, yandere themes, just dark content ahead. Remember you're trespassing on big boy/girl/kid territory, so just be aware of what you're reading ok?

❀ notes: This will contain a lot of dark themes since this is a cult AU and Sagau. But again, thank you all for 400 followers! I don't know how to thank you all (maybe I do, I want to start a event, but let me clear my inbox real quick). spoilers for genshin lore guys...

Being summoned to another world is...certainly interesting...

You didn't expect the moment you open your eyes to be greeted with such colorful characters, and in an RPG game no less. But you aren't complaining of course! This just makes things more entertaining for your part. And being worshipped as a god? This is an entire amusement park!

Your poor, poor acolytes...they have no idea what they have just brought upon this world. If you really were the creator of all no wonder Celestia decided to just one day order the archons to commit genocide. Your influence must have also greatly affected your creations which can explain why some of your acolytes have a questionable history.

Being in your presence just heightens their obsessive tendencies, if they weren't the type to hesitate to kill for you they sure aren't hesitating now. Some might even go as far as to kill in public in front of other devotees. It doesn't matter if it's supposed to be a joyous occasion, you were in danger (or at least they try to justify their actions..) and as your devoted acolyte, they should protect you. (Shenhe, Traveler, Heizou, and Childe)

There are already ones that kill for you, but with your dark influence, they start to get a little bolder with their feelings. It would just start with lingering thoughts of your touch before it gets more provocative and they start imagining it more often. If they were brave enough, they would think about it while you were still in the same room as them. How sinful, but you don't mind♡ (Cyno, Gorou, Ei, and Zhongli)

They are the ones who know something was wrong with the supposed "Almighty one". They can just sense that something was not right and will immediately distance themselves from you as much as it hurts them too. They would observe you from afar to confirm any of their claims, but it backfires. Your voice is one of a siren, and like a pirate, they follow your voice only to be drowned in the very ocean they loved. But they didn't know drowning in the ocean can be this...euphoric (Dainslef, Venti, Ayaka, Kazuha)

This batch has more control over their yandere tendencies, but their acts of worship intensify. Festivals/Holidays will be hosted by them, and while some of them don't have the influence and money to host an event they will be helping with the preparations for the event (Jean, Noelle, Ayato, Ningguang, Diluc)

They will worship you, but some may take a step back after seeing you out of character. You were always so considerate and kind, they didn't think you would order them to draw your symbol with the khanreian's hilichurls blood. At the end of the day, they will still do what you please in hopes you will have a reward for them.

If you have any features from your demon form (slit pupils, horns, claws, sharp teeth, wings, etc) they won't think anything ill of them. If anything some would adore them openly. Dragons exist, and hybrids aren't uncommon on Teyvat. They would assume you might be a hybrid of a greater celestial species, and it would have many legends based off of it. The acolytes that have horns or any sort of similar feature would feel connected to you in a way and are honored to even have something in common with you.

But no matter how they claim to adore you or how honored they are to worship you, they can feel themselves hurl at your mere presence. Some even feel ill when they stay beside you for too long, and they would assume they are being punished. Or you are feeling negative and one of your powers is to project your emotions onto the environment around you.

But is it really? You have the same smile on your face while they choke on their own blood. You laugh at them after they confess to you about the night terrors that they get every time they spend a day with you. You left them to die after you "trained" them to get stronger.

They are foolish to convince themselves that you care, but some like to believe that you are doing this cause you care for them, how pitiful of them. I'm going to give an example, Venti would try to argue with you if you ever try to spur trouble on Monstadt, saying how it's not right and that the people should have a say in your decision. But after hours of gaslighting convincing he would shut his mouth as you declare a new law that restricts basic human rights. His people will understand, this is normal for sure...right?

The other archons like Ei and Zhongli, mostly Ei, will not think twice about your new changes in their nation. Nahida would be the ONLY normal archon who would know that you are no god. You're just a poser, a demon, a vermin from the underworld taking advantage of your follower's obsession. She will try her best to make her nation aware of who you really are, but what's the guarantee they will listen to her?

[sonder-paradise]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐈𝐈 — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

◊ ft. diluc, childe, kaeya, zhongli, thoma, gn!reader

◊ genre. disgustingly sweet fluff

◊ synopsis. them falling head over heels for you at first sight so basically just another excuse for author to write whipped men

◊ part i.

𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 finds himself surprised. He’s not quite sure how to feel when he spots you from behind the tavern bar. You laugh and smile with the crowds but he can’t take his eyes off of you. The customer in front of him has to call him twice to get him to refocus on his work. He mumbles an apology but that doesn’t stop his blush from growing. You can feel a certain someone continue to steal glances at you for the rest of the evening. Diluc just get enough of this strange and euphoric feeling erupting within him.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 turns the corner immediately to catch himself. He knows he can’t. He shouldn’t. He wouldn’t dare. But the way you just swept him off his feet without even speaking a singular word is astounding. He lets out a soft exhale, covering his face with a hand to try and calm himself. Childe refuses to believe he’s just fallen in love with someone. But when he stumbles upon you once again, his heart can’t help but leap at the chance to converse with you even just for a little.

𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐚 pretends he doesn’t notice the way he stumbles over himself. Not just when speaking with you either. Just the mention of your name has him tripping and falling all over himself. His elegant and suave nature is all but a house of frail cards in a windstorm. He fiddles with the rim of his glass and toys with the cuff of his gloves. Kaeya flirts as he usually does of course but how can he possible ignore the way his mind utterly races when you flirt back.

𝐙𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢 stays calm and collected. He notices you out of the corner of his eye and follows your figure through the crowds in Liyue’s market. He has to pause and try to ignore the need to approach you so suddenly. He cannot remember the last time he attempted a proper and natural conversation with someone he was not properly acquainted with beforehand. To put it more simply, he’s a little unsure how to capture your attention as you have with him. Perhaps he needs to consult with Hu Tao first.

𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚 shakes his head once, twice and almost a third time. He’s awestruck and stunned by you. He has to catch himself from falling so hard he lands on the ground and thankfully he’s quick to chat up a storm with you. But you can see his growing affections for you all along the way he rambles and asks a million questions about you. Thoma tries very much so not to let on that maybe he’s got a bit of a puppy love flourishing for you. But if he truly were a puppy, his tail would be wagging like crazy.

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[cathedral-of-sinners]

— Kaeya

cw: semi-public sex (under the table), no gendered terms/genitalia for reader, reader referred to as 'sweetheart' and ‘darling’, one instance of humiliation for Kaeya (???), not my greatest work probably but the thirst shines through in the end

Imagine being at Angel's Share, Kaeya sat beside you at one of the tables. Slightly different than your usual spot at the counter, it nevertheless fits just right for the purpose of your outing - a casual date. It's suppose to be a way to make up for lost time, both you and Kaeya far too busy the last week.

As your boyfriend retells the highlights of his work (which surprisingly aren't very exciting) and you about your days at home or out in the city, an idea floats into your head, one you've fantasized about more than you care to admit.

Would he like it though? That you're not sure of, and it's honestly the only thing stopping you from taking that final step. Right now, in this very moment though, taking that risk is the only way to know. If he detests the idea you'll stop and apologize, plain as that.

With all your ducks in a row you keep the conversation flowing, acting as if you're not about to test his patience and control. You inch closer, laying your head on his shoulder as his arm wraps around behind your shoulder, pulling you even closer. Oh how none the wiser is he <3

“So, I told Albedo tha-aaat!” Whatever he was about to say stems off into a sharp gasp, eye widening and body going stiff.

Hopefully that won’t be the only thing stiff this evening.

“Sweetheart…” he says through his teeth, aiming to avoid drawing any attention, “what are you doing?”

Below, away from prying eyes, you hand crawls it’s way up his thigh where you give it a little squeeze before continuing inward. It’s not long until you’re between his legs, cupping his soft cock.

“Nothing darling beloved. You were saying?” Kaeya stares at your ‘innocent’ expression, mouth parted like he was about to say something when you squeeze him again. The captain was just barely able to mask the euphoric noise, shooting you a look.

Leaning close to his ear you drop your voice to a whisper, “if you want me to stop just say so.” Does he want you to stop? No, not really, not when you’re making him feel good.

“Keep going,” he whispers back, and you take this as your cue to step it up. Your squeezes turn into rubs and strokes and soon his length is straining against his trousers, wet spot growing the more you play with him.

Your lover struggles to keep his moans and gasps down, fidgeting in his seat the longer you go on, “that’s it darling, just like that.”

“Remember,” you breathe, stopping momentarily (the needy whine Kaeya let’s out is something you’ll never forget, something you hope to hear again), “you have to keep it down. What would Mondstadt think, knowing that their beloved captain is getting played with out in the open?”

By now he’s panting, eyes closed shut in ecstasy with his hand fisting his shirt. His head has dipped to rest in the crook of your neck, hiding his precious face from everyone, including you. Just this once you let him shy away, seeing as you both are in public, but you do take things a little further by bypassing under his belt.

The skin on skin nearly makes him cum right then and there. He doesn’t, but you know he’s close. “Please, please let me cum,” you answer by speeding up, pulling out all the stops with the limited room you have. Feather light touches, teasing his tip, you even go to cup his balls, anything to build up his release.

And just as he’s about to-

“We have a strict no cuddling rule Kaeya.” A familiar voice says as he sets down your drinks. Kaeya’s head is I right in an instant and before he could even blink your touch had vanished. The sudden loss makes him gasp and he’s immediately praying to every archon that Diluc takes it as nothing more than surprise.

By the blank look on his brother’s face he’d say he’s in the clear. “D-Diluc-”

Still reeling from the lose of his climax leaves him without words, so you swiftly jump in, “ah, sorry Diluc. I leaned in first, won’t happen again.” The red head shifts his gaze over to you, nods, then leaves. Instead of resuming like Kaeya thought you would, you pick up the glass and mumble something only he could hear before taking your first sip.

“I’ll let you cum like you want, but you never said when you wanted to. Think you can wait until we get home?”

No, he doesn’t think he can. But you honestly can’t wait either… perhaps a detour home is in order. For now though, the captain will just sit still and be good.

The main point is that I wanna palm Kaeya under the table <33 see him all flustered and trying to hide how good he feels 🥰

[kunizz]

Those Childe, Diluc and Cyno as fathers looks too good.

I need Tighnari, please.

love ya

○ # - ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ/ꜱ: 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱; 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱.

○ # - ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: 𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗻𝗮𝗿𝗶 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿

○ # - ᴛʏᴘᴇ: 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

tighnari is the sort of parent that shows a nice and blissful form of affection; he understands how to make people feel euphoric.

he's very playful with children, so he's either playing games and running around with them or he's teaching them useful lessons for keeping nature neat and green.

tighnari loves it when his child does something for nature, like when they help him plant a tree, or sow a seed for vegetable patches in your backyard.

yes, he lets his child, and only his child play with his tail.

he educates his child to never tear down trees and makes sure they understand the importance of safeguarding the forest.

tighnari has his child educated on the topic of all the species of flowers, animals and plants. considering the fact he is a forest watcher.

tighnari takes his child on little walks around the avidya forest, he's always on his guard for anything hazardous that could hurt his child.

tighnari has collei take care of his child whenever he's too busy.

tighnari teaches his child the basics of botany, not wanting to make it difficult for them to understand.

tighnari who lets his child play with his ears, only agreeing if they are gentle, owing to the fact that his ears are very sensitive.

tighnari is fairly strict on the topic of safety. he educates his child with the utmost clarity. he wants them to be equipped at a young age.

if anyone picks on his child, he talks it out, i don't think he's the type of person to resort to violence in such silly matters.

tighnari has a little play room for his child, so whenever he has the time. you'll be seeing him and his youngster and the only sound you'll be hearing is giggling.

tighnari has the most comforting shoulder pats. if his child completed sowing a seed all by their own, they get a very gentle shoulder pat.

yes, tighnari is the type of father to sneak candy. but, he would only be fair and only offer one sweet.

"alright, here only one. eat it quickly, heh."

i imagine that tighnari has a little art room, occupied with greenery and vines dangling from the walls. the majority of paint contained is green and brown.

he has multiple canvases, but in the middle, there's a canvas, two figures created in it, those two figures look very much like you and his child, outlines with strokes of brown and green, the background bloomed with flowers and greenery.

tighnari is thankful, in so much ways for creating the life, the life he had never expected in his existence.

"thank you, my sakura."

[wri0thesley]

Nat. i always. always am thinking about what my faves Diluc, Dainsleif, Thoma or Zhongli are like with a loud reader. as in loud in bed. loud, drawn out moans and whimpers, every thrust of their hips making you squeal and pant, gasping their names over and over as they split you open on their cocks and all of Tevyat can hear how good they fuck you ♥️

OHH . . . ajaghaafgbkjhf.

thoma, i think, LOVES a loud reader. this is a man who's service-oriented in almost every way; and the kamisatos are lovely, and they thank him, but . . . it's so, so different seeing you laid out before him whimpering and gasping and moaning and begging. proof aloud that you adore him and he's doing a good job, every single whimper and cry of his name going straight to his cock.

and diluc . . . you're so embarrassed at first, because diluc is so stoic and gentlemanly and you can't stop yourself, but it turns out that it makes him so, so shy and adoring. he's got a dormant praise kink that is awoken by you telling him how good it feels in between the moans, and it just spurs him on to fuck you harder; to thrust his hips deeper, to touch you more.

zhongli thinks it's so cute. he doesn't make much noise himself beyond an occasional grunt and sigh; he's very, very composed, even in the bedroom . . . but he's been alive for such a long time, he has learnt to enjoy the sight of somebody revelling in pleasure above all else. sometimes he teases you and murmurs 'now, now, dearest. can't you be a little quieter?' - but it's all soft-edged. he loves the noises you make. it's just also terribly cute to watch you try and stifle your moans for a few moments before you inevitably give up and your fingers twist in his hair and you're sobbing out his name for all of liyue harbour to hear.

fgnbkjfgkjn dain is embarrassed by it at first, but not because of you - because he's already so on edge that you're letting him touch you, the way you're outright enjoying it too makes him feel like he doesn't deserve it at all. he's flustered as he buries his face into the crook of your neck; perhaps even tries to muffle your noises with his hands, mumbling some excuse about being afraid of being trailed - but the sound of your voice all honey-sweet and pitching and euphoric proves to be too tempting, and it's not long before his gasps are mixing with your whines and whimpers . . .

[anemoi-i]

Because He Loves You

Diluven | Rated M | No Reposts.

Please read Rain Towards Dawn first.

After preventing an attempt on Diluc's life and getting his identity revealed in the process, Barbatos navigates through no longer being a hidden presence to his people as well as the love for Diluc he doesn't know how to deal with.

Warnings: Potential graphic violence, rating goes up later. Formatting different from the original version.

Part One (Here) | Part Two | Part Three (Coming Soon)

- A Gentle Breeze of Hope Dancing in the Sky -

The Duty of Dandelions

A Mondstater whispers a wish on a Dandelion and holds it in her hands.

She walks towards the square slowly.  She needs assistance to do so, but her assistants is more than happy to help this kind soul to her destination. A smile is on her face and the warm sun cloaks her in hopeful light. Mondstadt has changed in recent time—for the better, of course. Something grand has happened. A cause for celebration. The taverns were full, the streets livelier than ever before. She knows why, it is quite obvious. Even her heart fluttered joyfully once the news reached everyone’s ears.

A Dandelion Seed is important to a Mondstadter. Even without wings, it can hold their hopes and carry them to the Thousand Winds. It represents a Mondstader’s love. It represends their freedom. Almost everywhere you walked, you came across a Dandelion in the Land of the Wind. These lovely vessels of communication also were used in the creation of wine and there was no shortage of wine. In ancient times, the wine from Dandelions held a significance unlike any other. Today Dandelion Wine was one of the many staples of Mondstadt and while the symbolism has changed, it’s original purpose was never forgotten.

The young lady continues her walk to the square. As is common, the scent of Cecilias and Windwheel Asters permeate the air. The city had a period of rain for the past couple of days, so the beautiful scents were amplified. Her assistants tell her the square is only a couple of steps away and she thanks them for their help. Upon arrival, she hears a cheerful crowd but the most important voice she needs to hear is soft and gentle. This voice talks about the Dandelions and the Thousand Winds and acknowledges the wish. The voice grows harder to hear, indicating it is time for it to go, but her assistants plead for it not to.

“Oh, it would be cruel of me not to see you. Come on, bring her here.”

She approaches. He grasps her hands and it makes her flush innocently.

“H-Hello, Lord Barbatos…”

Barbatos squeezes her hands, smiling at her. She can’t see it, but she knows he is smiling and it is beautiful unlike any other.

“Hello, Glory. Did you bring Dandelion Seeds?”

“I did! Will you help me release them into the wind?”

“Of course. I acknowledge your wishes, as do my Thousand Winds.”

Lord Barbatos takes the seeds and lifts them into the air with Anemo.

The seeds glow for only a moment before they disappear. Those who did not leave yet marveled at the sight, while Glory smiled brightly. Though she could not see, she could imagine and often that was greater than any sight. She remembered the times she asked the Traveler to climb atop the Statue of the Anemo Archon to release the Dandelions for her. Now, what better way to have her wishes heard than from the Archon himself? It’s a pleasant, euphoric feeling. Satisfied, Barbatos sends her off with his best regards and she returns to her home that afternoon feeling safer than she’s ever felt before.

A Mondstadter knows their Anemo Archon to be gentle in nature. Understanding. He were never exclusive nor requiring advance notice that someone wanted to speak with him. Oddly enough, all you had to do was  catch him at a tavern. He would have a drink or two and sing until his voice became hoarse. For more serious prospects, he could be seen frequenting Mondstadt Cathedral. He had tales for those that wanted a lighthearted chat, a laugh even. For those that felt lost and weary, he had comforting words for them as well. He knew exactly what to say to his beloved Mondstadters—and it was always the truth.

There came times Barbatos had to remind certain people that he is their Archon and no mere human was going to change that. A month later, after a certain assassination attempt on a certain Winery Master, he made it a mission to “evict” the remaining Fatui out of the Goth Grand Hotel, returning the building to its owner and restoring proper use. Of course, he simply couldn’t hide such an “eviction” from the people, so they watched as members of the Fatui were kicked out like pests while their Lord assumed his true form, threatening their lives should they ever try to cause harm to his people again.

(The people did not have to know that should their Lord have had the privilege of privacy, he had much more violent endings for them.)

After granting Glory’s wish, Barbatos moved from the Square.

He made his way to the Ordo Favonius building and gestured for Athos and Porthos standing guard to follow him. He walked quickly and the Knights had no choice but to follow, matching his haste.

“At your beck and call, My Lord,” Athos spoke. “What can Porthos and  I do for you.”

Barbatos sighed in response. A Thread imparted him with the memories of Glory a long while ago and he always gave her safe passage whenever he heard her prayers. He crossed his arms, losing himself in thought as he continued to walk. It may have been more logical to stay at the Ordo Favonius building, especially since he were overseeing the actions of the Ordo these days, but only for a moment he did not think properly, so he continued to the gate of the city. Swan and Lawrence are there as always, giving him a formal greeting he acknowledges. He turns his attention back to the two Knights that are still at his side.

“Go and retrieve Godwin from my Windrise and order him to return to the Ordo Favonius building.”

Swan and Lawrence quickly turned around. Athos and Porthos bow their heads and leave to perform their given task with haste. I see Swan and Lawrence turn their heads and roll their lips. Their eyes are wide. I don’t have to see it, but they are. They think their comrade is “fucked” so to say. Well, I am not so harsh. They don’t have to worry, but they would worry more if I told them that they didn’t have to, so I remained silent.

Upon returning to the Ordo Favonius building, Barbatos was greeted by several Knights in the hallway, all to whom he acknowledged. He made his way to the office and sat in the vacant chair, propping his elbow on the table and resting his chin in the palm of his hand. He looked bored but he was not. He almost wanted to ask a Thread to whisk Jean over for a chat, but he was the one to give her much needed time off from her duties. He told her that he didn’t want to see her within an inch of the building and that instead, he’d temporarily take over (which caused fear within the Knights, naturally). Not too long into his wait, Athos and Porthos return with Godwin in tow. He looks like he’s seen a ghost.

“By the way, My Lord,” Athos spoke. “A new slew of gifts came in for you. Bottles of Dandelion Wine, freshly made Mondstadt Hash Browns from Sara, a bushel of apples and various other fruits. Where should we leave them?”

“Hmm. Leave me the wines. I’ll take the bushel of apples and one serving of the hash browns. The rest of the food can be distributed to the Sisters and their choir members. Make sure they’re given while they’re still fresh.”

“Will do.”

When they leave, he gestures for Godwin to sit.

“Go on now.”

He sits and much like a scolded puppy, looks down at the wooden table.

Barbatos turned his head, looking outside of the window. It was mid afternoon. The sun still shone in the office, but clouds were forming. Soon day would turn into the night and the taverngoers would be ready to mingle until the midnight hours. He would be joining them, finally able to live amongst his people as he wanted.

The Archon asked softly, “Do you regard human life as being short?”

“W-Well,” Godwin stammered. “It depends on the person really, My Lord. Sometimes humans—”

“I’d like to know what you think, not anyone else.”

“Well… Yes, I do.”

Barbatos turned to face him.

“Living for over 3000 years, I’ve witnessed humans do miraculous things. Here in this beloved city, the ones that came before you raised their weapons in name of freedom. If they did not have weapons, they threw stone. If they did not have stone, they threw themselves. They did this with the memory of happiness, for a future they could not witness. They did not waste a day. Each day was spent doing something for a better tomorrow.

“There were lovers who could not see each other again. Lovers who died in each other’s arms. Burdened with what they had to lose, they were forced to move on by time, which supposedly heals all wounds, but I’ve yet to see it. So tell me: if you regard human life as being short, why do you not see the one who has regarded your safety top priority over even herself?”

He gives up. “I’m sorry, Lord Barbatos! It’s just I… I didn’t want to lose face.”

Barbatos prevents himself from rolling his eyes. The task is harder than he expected it to be.

“I am not the one you should be apologizing to. Let me tell you something. I tasked myself with taking over the Ordo so your Acting Grand Master could take a much deserved rest. She is beautiful and fair, much like Lady Vennessa, the first founder. I also tasked myself with taking over to deliver some harsh truths—I mean, it’s not to be rude or anything, but the Ordo today is not the Ordo Lady Vennessa asked me for my blessing in creating. One way or another I will make sure all of you are well up to the task of protecting Mondstadt.”

Godwin looked down again. “Okay. I understand.”

“Now go. She is at Good Hunter eating lunch.”

He left with what little pride he had remaining.

There was still so much he needed to do to “reform” the Ordo. Barbatos sighed a second time today, wishing Vennessa was once more at his side. On top of her beauty and fairness, she was also incredibly wise and her strength knew no bounds. It was a no wonder she earned Ascension to Celestia, but the idea still left a sour taste in his mouth that he could not speak about even if he tried. Still, a nudge in the right direction would have been nice. At some point, I would have to talk to Kaeya when he returned from his business trip. That is something I dread. I still haven’t even spoken to Albedo yet. Another reason why I wanted to stay hidden.

His saving grace is that the day came to an end. He left the office after his little lecture and saw off the rest of the Ordo. Not that it meant anything, as he would be seeing most of them yet again frequent Angel’s Share or the Cat’s Tail as was the routine. He’s gotten into the habit of stopping at the Cat’s Tail first, not wanting Margaret to feel her tavern was neglected from his appreciation. He couldn’t stay for long because of the cats, but it was enough to give her recognition. He would then make his way to Angel’s Share.

Almost immediately, the taverngoers give their greetings to him. Some approach him timidly despite the alcohol on their skin and hand him offerings. He calls on several Threads to take them to his Domain where they would be enjoyed later. Diluc makes his way from the upper level. He’s carrying a new box  of wines, the very same he places behind the bar. He gathers the ingredients for Dandelion Wine and makes it flawlessly, pouring the finished drink in a tankard and handing it to Barbatos.

“Evening, Barbatos. How do you fare?”

“As pleasant as I can be.”

This is different. Diluc does not glare at him. He doesn’t hold Barbatos in contempt and he doesn’t hate him. He looks at Barbatos with concealed respect. He treats him as a normal person, but acknowledges him fully as his deity, something he didn’t do before. Diluc’s pride was a bit damaged, but not beyond all repair. The attempted assassination still lingered in his mind and as a result of it, his Intelligence Network increased in strength and diligence. Even Barbatos hasn’t met every single member until they come out of their hiding place, bow, and tell him of the situation they have already taken care of.

Diluc reaches into his pocket and takes out a single black card with the Ragnvindr crest in gold stamped on it. He slides it towards Barbatos, gives him a serious glance, and quickly turns on his heel to assist someone else. The card was nothing short of important, as it was the same one used to deliver secret messages between him and his Intelligence Network. It meant that there was activity from those that threatened the peace and prosperity of Mondstadt. Barbatos sips the Dandelion Wine as he reads the card discreetly.

Abyss Order activity was located at Stormterror’s Lair and Windrise.

Threat Level: Novice at both locations.

Speculation: The Abyss Order sought to gather intel due to our Lord’s reappearance.

He made the card disappear with a soft teal light. When Diluc returned, he refilled Barbatos’ tankard and gave him another gaze.

Barbatos asked in a low tone, “Is it still snowing?”

“Sunny,” Diluc replied.

“Who cleared the clouds?”

“Myself.”

This surprises the Archon though he knew it should not.

Diluc, after all loved Mondstadt to the core. After leaving for four years, desparate to know the truth behind his father’s death, he came back. He came back and called Mondstadt home once again, made up with his brother and picked up the pieces that were broken more than a million times. He wiped the tears he tried to deny from his face and channeled that anger into a desire to protect. Barbatos watched as the Ordo birthed a rival from one man who sought to make sure the tragedies he faced would never once again happen to anyone else.

So, the surprise is no longer present on his face. As quickly as it appeared, it left. He has long appreciated Diluc’s efforts in a way that passed the borders of strictly admiration. He has known it to be true, has declared it to himself that the love—the love he feels for him is overflowing. It begs the question: why am I so afraid? Why can’t I utter a single word to him about this love if it is so strong? Is it fear of abandonment? A disapproval or a disgusted glance that would tear me apart, or is it that I’m afraid of what happens when he doesn’t push me away?

He can’t do this. He can’t think about this.

“Thank you. Rest tomorrow. I will think of something suitable to give you as a reward.”

“I need no reward. I do what my heart commands me to do.”

“Poetic,” Barbatos laughed. “Not bad. I’ll give you credit—but you forget I’ve existed in this world for eons. Everyone wants recognition. It flows in the blood. Those that do not simply restrain themselves from the euphoria of having someone look their way and praise them. How tragic would it be to offer your life for an entity that forsakes you? You used to think that I was such entity.”

Diluc’s eyes flicker. He controls his astonishment so expertly that even that deserved recognition in it’s own right. The custome r that wanted another drink for him was his saving grace as he excused himself to serve them. The night became busier, so Barbatos amused himself with playing songs on his lyre while several watched, entranced by his voice. That didn’t change from before, only increasing once everyone found out his identity. He continued to entertain the crowd until it was time for Angel’s Share to close. Even then, he continued to play his lyre and watch Diluc organize the bar for tomorrow, looking much calmer than he did earlier.

“Every beginning of the week, I whisk Dandelion Seeds into the winds so that my Threads can hear and acknowledge the people’s wishes. How come you have not asked me of anything?”

Diluc sighed, “I don’t want to draw unnecessary attention to myself. You know how I work, Barbatos. That shouldn’t be a surprise to you.”

“What if it did not?”

“You publicly announce you’re doing so before going to the busiest area of the city. There is always a line of people waiting for your approval.”

Barbatos scoffed. “There is no one here now. Just you, myself, and  the wind. What would you ask of me?”

“I don’t have Dandelion Seeds.”

“There are ones in front of the entrance, are they not? I’ll see you in front of the Church.”

Barbatos disappears in a flurry of feathers unceremoniously. Diluc catches one of the feathers in his hand and holds on to it tightly as if it were the last feather in the world. Barbatos knows he would entertain every outlandish request he has. Every last one. It’s why he’s marching to the front of the city and grabbing every last Dandelion Seed much to Swan and Lawrence’s confusion. It’s why he’s holding them in his hands in such a way one would think he is carrying glass. It’s why he’s making his way to the Church as requested to quickly find Barbatos. He has his eyes closed and his hands folded and he smiles mysteriously. Is this the same person that has often gotten inebriated and loudly pranced about in his tavern? The same person who leaned against him with blood on his face after stopping his assassin?

It was overwhelming to think about.

“I’ll ask once more,” he began. His voice was soft. Welcoming. “What would you ask of me?”

A short pause. He knows exactly what he wants. He gets on one knee and opens Barbatos’ hands and pours the Dandelion Seeds into them. Only then does the Lord finally open his eyes and look at him as if to say you didn’t have to do all of that.

“Let’s see. What I would ask of you is to be your benefactor. I want your complete and utter trust that I can be the sole person that protects your nation.”

Barbatos opens his mouth, but all that comes out is broken sound. He cannot form coherent sentences.

“You’re on and about inciting change, taking over the Ordo, doing as you please. Fine. Sure. Do that, but I want to be the first person you call on to draw their sword. I want you to need me.”

“…N-Normal mortals ask for mora, Diluc. Or… or more mora in your case.”

“I’m not normal.”

I want you to need me, he says. Terrible irony.

Barbatos lifts the seeds into the air and just as before, they glow briefly and disappear.

“I acknowledge your wish, Diluc Ragnvindr, as do my Thousand Winds.”

[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

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