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[peenyas]

You exhale, shaky, then press your thumb to the pulse under his jaw. It beats frantically under your touch.

"You love me?" you croak.

Dainsleif wraps his fingers around your wrist. "I love you with everything that I am," he tells you, earnest. His eyes are soft and wide and full of love. "With everything I'd once been, and everything I will soon become. I love you."

Your lips tremble with a quiet breath. "Please. Say it again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

Your hands dig into his shirt, resting your forehead against him.

"I love you.” Again. “I love you, I love you, I love you. I have loved you and I will go on loving you, from now until my last breath. I love you."

Warmth, all around, steady and fulfilling and reaching around your back; you'd sunken into his embrace and hadn't even realized it. He tucks your face into the crook of his neck and rests his lips on your head.

"I love you," he tells you one more time, for good measure. This would have been the last of them. But then (and you don’t see this, with your face pressed to his skin) he feels your hands, twisting and fiddling along his sleeves, and your breath, a shudder of warmth on his skin, and says it again. “I love you.”

And suddenly they seem to go on forever.

(I love you. I love you. I love you. His love is as infinite as the stretch of darkness above your heads. You hear it, feel it, pass it through your fingers and breathe it in. I love you, I love you, I love you. The phrase repeats, murmured into your hair and your neck and that space right above your ear.)

Dainsleif loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

You swallow, like it will help with taking it all in. (It doesn't.)

So you sigh it against his neck. Compared to his own declarations, yours feels like a most pathetic thing, so quiet it might be overcome by a gentle breeze. But he hears it. Somehow, he hears it.

The quietest I love you in the world.

He melts into your embrace, just as you'd done in his. His arms curve tighter around your back.

(And you love him, you love him, you love him. And he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. And this is enough. For the both of you, this love is enough.)

[peenyas]

You exhale, shaky, then press your thumb to the pulse under his jaw. It beats frantically under your touch.

"You love me?" you croak.

Dainsleif wraps his fingers around your wrist. "I love you with everything that I am," he tells you, earnest. His eyes are soft and wide and full of love. "With everything I'd once been, and everything I will soon become. I love you."

Your lips tremble with a quiet breath. "Please. Say it again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

Your hands dig into his shirt, resting your forehead against him.

"I love you.” Again. “I love you, I love you, I love you. I have loved you and I will go on loving you, from now until my last breath. I love you."

Warmth, all around, steady and fulfilling and reaching around your back; you'd sunken into his embrace and hadn't even realized it. He tucks your face into the crook of his neck and rests his lips on your head.

"I love you," he tells you one more time, for good measure. This would have been the last of them. But then (and you don’t see this, with your face pressed to his skin) he feels your hands, twisting and fiddling along his sleeves, and your breath, a shudder of warmth on his skin, and says it again. “I love you.”

And suddenly they seem to go on forever.

(I love you. I love you. I love you. His love is as infinite as the stretch of darkness above your heads. You hear it, feel it, pass it through your fingers and breathe it in. I love you, I love you, I love you. The phrase repeats, murmured into your hair and your neck and that space right above your ear.)

Dainsleif loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

You swallow, like it will help with taking it all in. (It doesn't.)

So you sigh it against his neck. Compared to his own declarations, yours feels like a most pathetic thing, so quiet it might be overcome by a gentle breeze. But he hears it. Somehow, he hears it.

The quietest I love you in the world.

He melts into your embrace, just as you'd done in his. His arms curve tighter around your back.

(And you love him, you love him, you love him. And he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. And this is enough. For the both of you, this love is enough.)

[peenyas]

You exhale, shaky, then press your thumb to the pulse under his jaw. It beats frantically under your touch.

"You love me?" you croak.

Dainsleif wraps his fingers around your wrist. "I love you with everything that I am," he tells you, earnest. His eyes are soft and wide and full of love. "With everything I'd once been, and everything I will soon become. I love you."

Your lips tremble with a quiet breath. "Please. Say it again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

Your hands dig into his shirt, resting your forehead against him.

"I love you.” Again. “I love you, I love you, I love you. I have loved you and I will go on loving you, from now until my last breath. I love you."

Warmth, all around, steady and fulfilling and reaching around your back; you'd sunken into his embrace and hadn't even realized it. He tucks your face into the crook of his neck and rests his lips on your head.

"I love you," he tells you one more time, for good measure. This would have been the last of them. But then (and you don’t see this, with your face pressed to his skin) he feels your hands, twisting and fiddling along his sleeves, and your breath, a shudder of warmth on his skin, and says it again. “I love you.”

And suddenly they seem to go on forever.

(I love you. I love you. I love you. His love is as infinite as the stretch of darkness above your heads. You hear it, feel it, pass it through your fingers and breathe it in. I love you, I love you, I love you. The phrase repeats, murmured into your hair and your neck and that space right above your ear.)

Dainsleif loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

You swallow, like it will help with taking it all in. (It doesn't.)

So you sigh it against his neck. Compared to his own declarations, yours feels like a most pathetic thing, so quiet it might be overcome by a gentle breeze. But he hears it. Somehow, he hears it.

The quietest I love you in the world.

He melts into your embrace, just as you'd done in his. His arms curve tighter around your back.

(And you love him, you love him, you love him. And he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. And this is enough. For the both of you, this love is enough.)

[peenyas]

Just found a Jing Yuan x reader smut nsfw fic where he got HIS DAUGHTER PREGNANT. I immediately reported it. @xurory has made a post about incest (blade x little sister fic) and how utterly disgusting it is. But guys, it’s not enough to just ignore it.

Report this fic. Report the other one too. There’s a difference between smut and a difference between incest. Incest is disgusting, and no one should be fantasizing about it!! I run a blog called @amarias-yandere-blog and I would NEVER write about this type of behavior. It is sickening and shouldn’t be tolerated by anyone!

To the people asking for these things, what the hell? And to the people answering them, DO NOT ENCOURAGE IT!! You are part of the problem!!! We shouldn’t be encouraging this type of shit. It ruins minds and ruins lives. If you think about your family that type of way, GET. HELP. PLEASE. ITS NOT HEALTHY

And this is coming from someone who has Autism and depression.

To everyone who sees this, I encourage you to reblog and to report and block these blogs. It’s actually fucked up. The accounts are Heartlynis and bunicate. Please, for the love of everything holy, SCREAM AT THEM!!

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bro. can people stop with the inc3st/r@pe reader x character fan fictions? you guys are genuinely gross. I don't want to know your damn intrusive thoughts 💀 "its so gross irl" then why write it?? are you stupid? if you think its gross then why do you write it down..i have blocked SO MANY people because they add something stupid shit like "dad!jing yuan x daughter reader" and its fuckin r@pe too. kys bro. you're psycho and insane.

[peenyas]

You exhale, shaky, then press your thumb to the pulse under his jaw. It beats frantically under your touch.

"You love me?" you croak.

Dainsleif wraps his fingers around your wrist. "I love you with everything that I am," he tells you, earnest. His eyes are soft and wide and full of love. "With everything I'd once been, and everything I will soon become. I love you."

Your lips tremble with a quiet breath. "Please. Say it again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

Your hands dig into his shirt, resting your forehead against him.

"I love you.” Again. “I love you, I love you, I love you. I have loved you and I will go on loving you, from now until my last breath. I love you."

Warmth, all around, steady and fulfilling and reaching around your back; you'd sunken into his embrace and hadn't even realized it. He tucks your face into the crook of his neck and rests his lips on your head.

"I love you," he tells you one more time, for good measure. This would have been the last of them. But then (and you don’t see this, with your face pressed to his skin) he feels your hands, twisting and fiddling along his sleeves, and your breath, a shudder of warmth on his skin, and says it again. “I love you.”

And suddenly they seem to go on forever.

(I love you. I love you. I love you. His love is as infinite as the stretch of darkness above your heads. You hear it, feel it, pass it through your fingers and breathe it in. I love you, I love you, I love you. The phrase repeats, murmured into your hair and your neck and that space right above your ear.)

Dainsleif loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

You swallow, like it will help with taking it all in. (It doesn't.)

So you sigh it against his neck. Compared to his own declarations, yours feels like a most pathetic thing, so quiet it might be overcome by a gentle breeze. But he hears it. Somehow, he hears it.

The quietest I love you in the world.

He melts into your embrace, just as you'd done in his. His arms curve tighter around your back.

(And you love him, you love him, you love him. And he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. And this is enough. For the both of you, this love is enough.)

[peenyas]

Reblog cus I never got over this. //Excuse me for the lack of writings college is actually beating the carp out of me like raw doging me ugh// Anyways no matter how much i read this i end up crying, full on breakdown, i can only think about this when im about to sleep or when no ones looking so I can just brawl my eyes out. "Mm would i still cry to that dainsleif drabble on tumblr" YES. YES YOU DO. IT NEVER FAILS TO HAVE ME REDUCED TO AN ABSOLUTE MESS, this piece of short literature is the first that has ever made me feel so much, so so fragile and vulnerable. This thing is like a curse to me cus right now I'm sobbing just even being near this absolute, gorgeous, perfectly painful piece of art. My throat hurts and i drown in my own emotions, how is this even possible.

Do I have the most horrendous, down bad, heaven rejecting attachment to dainsleif? Oh hell yea, yes i do. I love him, my heart bleeds for him, please save me not.

I love this, i really do. This is everything to me, if god is real i wish he'd strike me with that bolt of thunder holyyy carp this coping mechanism has gone to the point of no return.

Thank you op for making this work of soul shattering art fuck FUCK Omfg aihhhgmgggf i really jus come on tumblr occasionally to read this and cry myself to sleep

You exhale, shaky, then press your thumb to the pulse under his jaw. It beats frantically under your touch.

"You love me?" you croak.

Dainsleif wraps his fingers around your wrist. "I love you with everything that I am," he tells you, earnest. His eyes are soft and wide and full of love. "With everything I'd once been, and everything I will soon become. I love you."

Your lips tremble with a quiet breath. "Please. Say it again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

Your hands dig into his shirt, resting your forehead against him.

"I love you.” Again. “I love you, I love you, I love you. I have loved you and I will go on loving you, from now until my last breath. I love you."

Warmth, all around, steady and fulfilling and reaching around your back; you'd sunken into his embrace and hadn't even realized it. He tucks your face into the crook of his neck and rests his lips on your head.

"I love you," he tells you one more time, for good measure. This would have been the last of them. But then (and you don’t see this, with your face pressed to his skin) he feels your hands, twisting and fiddling along his sleeves, and your breath, a shudder of warmth on his skin, and says it again. “I love you.”

And suddenly they seem to go on forever.

(I love you. I love you. I love you. His love is as infinite as the stretch of darkness above your heads. You hear it, feel it, pass it through your fingers and breathe it in. I love you, I love you, I love you. The phrase repeats, murmured into your hair and your neck and that space right above your ear.)

Dainsleif loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

You swallow, like it will help with taking it all in. (It doesn't.)

So you sigh it against his neck. Compared to his own declarations, yours feels like a most pathetic thing, so quiet it might be overcome by a gentle breeze. But he hears it. Somehow, he hears it.

The quietest I love you in the world.

He melts into your embrace, just as you'd done in his. His arms curve tighter around your back.

(And you love him, you love him, you love him. And he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. And this is enough. For the both of you, this love is enough.)

[peenyas]

✧ Comfort of yours

It's past midnight, there you are still awake scrolling through your phone, not being able to sleep.

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Content: Dainsleif × GN!reader, fluff, just a short drabble

[Dainsleif text speech is bold]

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Shuffle noises on the bedsheet, looking over to see your love turning around, sleepy eyes finding you amidst the dim room.

"Not sleepy, my dear?"

Dainsleif's voice tiredly hoarse, can't help to stop the smile on your face before replying back

"unfortunately not, did I wake you love?"

He hums and shakes his head, slowly moves himself over to you, wrapping his arms around your hips and pulling you closer.

"sleep with me.."

Dainsleif nuzzles into your waist, kissing gently wherever he could reach. It's so hard to deny him in this state, putting your phone away to lay back down on the bed. And dainsleif takes the chance to wrap around you and hold you closer, you give him back slow pecks around his face, snuggling further as he has you in his arms. The gentle pats on your back threaten your eyes to go heavy, letting out a sigh and relaxed under his caresses.

Not long till he soon realizes you've fallen asleep, his eyes now letting himself return to slumber once more.

"sweet dreams, my love.."

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A/N: please god let me sleep soon i have college shit to do tomorrow morning. Sad my husband aint real i need him

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FACKKKKKKK😭

You exhale, shaky, then press your thumb to the pulse under his jaw. It beats frantically under your touch.

"You love me?" you croak.

Dainsleif wraps his fingers around your wrist. "I love you with everything that I am," he tells you, earnest. His eyes are soft and wide and full of love. "With everything I'd once been, and everything I will soon become. I love you."

Your lips tremble with a quiet breath. "Please. Say it again."

"I love you."

"Again."

"I love you."

Your hands dig into his shirt, resting your forehead against him.

"I love you.” Again. “I love you, I love you, I love you. I have loved you and I will go on loving you, from now until my last breath. I love you."

Warmth, all around, steady and fulfilling and reaching around your back; you'd sunken into his embrace and hadn't even realized it. He tucks your face into the crook of his neck and rests his lips on your head.

"I love you," he tells you one more time, for good measure. This would have been the last of them. But then (and you don’t see this, with your face pressed to his skin) he feels your hands, twisting and fiddling along his sleeves, and your breath, a shudder of warmth on his skin, and says it again. “I love you.”

And suddenly they seem to go on forever.

(I love you. I love you. I love you. His love is as infinite as the stretch of darkness above your heads. You hear it, feel it, pass it through your fingers and breathe it in. I love you, I love you, I love you. The phrase repeats, murmured into your hair and your neck and that space right above your ear.)

Dainsleif loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

You swallow, like it will help with taking it all in. (It doesn't.)

So you sigh it against his neck. Compared to his own declarations, yours feels like a most pathetic thing, so quiet it might be overcome by a gentle breeze. But he hears it. Somehow, he hears it.

The quietest I love you in the world.

He melts into your embrace, just as you'd done in his. His arms curve tighter around your back.

(And you love him, you love him, you love him. And he loves you, he loves you, he loves you. And this is enough. For the both of you, this love is enough.)

[peenyas]

✧ Yearning

[Hurt/comfort]

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Weeks on end, oh how you yearned. On the day of his return, surprise painted your face to seeing your love once more. That feeling would stop when you busy yourself away with mundane tasks around the house, starting to plant or rearrange the china on the cupboard, only to go back to a heart aching lonely night.

It was almost when you were finally about to let go, there he is. The warmth you knew all too well, how they embraced you into his. How a stream began along your cheeks, of happiness and relief, accompanied with pain and resentment.

"I'm sorry, it'll never happen again."

"believe me when I promise I'll never leave your side."

He coo'ed and reassured, yet not able to stop the emotions that are being poured out. Arms tightened, it made his chest cave in, he couldn't stop it, he shouldn't. It served as punishment to let you go through all those nights alone, something that he will have to repair for the things he broke.

But it was the truth, there he is the next morning, the frame you're always familiar with, the other part that made themselves on the bed. You felt fragile, such a sight to paint your face once more, and now he is there to wipe them. He will be there to make up for what he has allowed to happen, slowly but surely. Your mornings are filled with meaning once more, what was once wilted returned to life.

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Think of dainsleif coming back after a long time with his mission, or diluc who left for the sake of his deceased father, or whichever your favs that has such relations too

A/N: It was supposed to be happy because my other dainsleif plush arrived, but my head told me to sprinkle in some angst. Cried though, bout time my tears get renewed. Goodnight

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Quill and Parchment

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In which a certain winery owner can't seem to put his love for you into speakable words so he tries his hand at putting them down on paper. Or; In which Diluc Ragnvindr writes his unspoken feelings of love into a letter to you, his fiancée, after three years of being unable to put them into words.

                                                                                                   

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To my dearest fiancée,

Truly, I can hardly put into words just how much I adore you. But alas, the words of affirmation I wish to shower you with never seem to unlodge themselves from the back of my throat when I'm in your presence. I don't believe anyone has ever made me feel quite so frazzled and toungue tied as you have, my love.

Whenever you turn to me with that radiant smile of yours, my heart hammers in my chest like that of echoing thunder lingering in the clouds during a storm. How you scrunch up your nose when you are deep in thought pinkens my cheeks without fail; and I can't forget the crinkling of your eyes whenever you burst into laughter and how it brings and unexplainable warmth to my chest.

Truly, you make me feel so many things all at once that I simply can't put it into words. I have no choice but to resort to penning you this letter in hopes that I can express to you how I feel, my sweet.

You may think it strange when I confess that you make me feel so timid at times. I don't think you understand just how strong of an effect your very presence has on me. You make me feel like a love sick teenage boy; I simply lose myself in the unending love I have for you.

Before I met you, I believed that I would never find someone to share my life with. I thought that I would grow old all by my lonesome and spend the last few days of my life at the vineyard in silence, reminiscing about what could have been.

So, I want to thank you, sincerely and deeply from within the depths of my heart and soul, for choosing to love a man like myself out of all of the other choices that you could have had in Teyvat.

My darling, I love you, so much so that it nearly brings me to my knees when I have a mere passing thought of you. Even if I can't put it in more eloquent terms, I hope you understand that I would disassemble the Celestia for you to show you my love if I had the power, but I am just a man.

This letter is all I can give you in exchange for being able to treasure someone as wonderful as yourself. Though, soon enough, I shall think of something much more fitting for you, my dear.

Your adoring fiancée,

Diluc Ragnvindr

🍷•♡•🍷•♡•🍷•♡•🍷•♡•🍷•♡•🍷•♡•🍷•♡•🍷

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[peenyas]

when Diluc falls for you -- lil fic ♡

so I had the sereniteapot conversation with Diluc where he awkwardly offers to name a drink after the traveler and BAM a WAVE no no a FLOOD of inspiration hit me. This dork has all of my attention now. I just have to write about how he falls in love with you ♡

also I CACKLED when the traveler was like ummm...maybe not...

poor Diluc (ㅠ‸ㅠ) he was trying to shoot his shot

don't worry love, I'll fix this.

Diluc x fem!reader II fluff

Nothing could shake Diluc.

In every sense of the word, he was a man of steel. From the way his armor forebodingly clangs as he protects the streets of Mondstadt from the dark of the night to the stone faced expression he wears like a birthmark.

No one could have a conversation with him without shaking in their boots at their approach, wary of drawing his intimidating gaze. Angel's share had a pattern of always being much less rowdy when Diluc was bartending...

Adelinde and Kaeya were the only two people who had no circumspection when it came to their family member. And yes, even though Adelinde is a maid and Kaeya is his estranged brother, there was a silent, subconcious agreement between the three that they were a family...whether they liked it or not...and Adelinde seemed to be the only one to like it.

Adeline could nag Diluc about taking care of himself and Kaeya could bug him to no end without any fear of his retalliation. Sure, Diluc would swing Kaeya like a claymore into the fountain at the heart of the city without a moment of hesitation, but Kaeya would never be afraid of him, not like strangers were.

Diluc did not mind the distance between him and others. He was resolved in limiting his relationships, limiting how close he'd let somone get to him, always concerned with what ulterior motives a person is hiding...

...then you came along.

The night you walked into his tavern, the world seemed to change it's hue. The moment he first saw you, it was like you'd pulled all of the air out of his lungs. You were...so beautiful. Just your features alone moved him in a way no other person had. His eyes followed your movement throughout the room as you mosied around to chat with your aquaintances and friends. An aura of soft, comforting light eminated from you, brightening the atmosphere of the room just by your presence in it.

You were glowing. So much so that he felt like he had to avert his gaze to keep his eyes from burning...but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry them from you.

For once, he was the one afraid of drawing the attention of another person.

But there you were, propped up on his counter by your forearms, beaming at him like his own personal sun.

"Good evening! Could I get a Death After Noon, please?"

Of course your voice had to ring like the purest silver bell. It sent shivers up his spine. He was truly beginning to wonder if you were an angel...

...to the point that he was so lost in thought he forgot to respond, and he was staring.

It didn't help that his resting gaze was a foreboding grimace.

"...would that be alright?", you asked, confused. Did you offend him?

He came to, giving his head a quick shake and clearing his throat.

"...certainly." was all he could state, quickly turning his attention to fixing your drink.

Diluc had a strict rule against accepting orders for Death After Noons. Whenever a guest would request it, he would authoritatively refuse. The cocktail was Kaeya's favorite drink, so Diluc had banned it from his tavern as a way of deterring his drunkard brother. If Kaeya wanted his treasured liquor, he would just have to bug Diona for it instead...and Diluc felt more secure having Kaeya at her tavern to look after her. But he would never admit to that.

The fact that Diluc had shown not even a moment of reservation at your request had heads turning.

In a blink of an eye, Diluc sat your cocktail in front of you in the prettiest glass he had. Although he hadn't made this drink in who knows how long, he was careful not to let it slip below perfect standards; even though you were only a stranger, he was...desparate for you to like what he made for you.

He expected you to take it and leave like the other patrons did, as no one but a blacked out Venti felt comfortable in the close proximity to him, but you slipped right onto the barstool in front of him and scooted yourself up to sip the drink.

The pleased hum that left your throat had Diluc awash with pride.

You were a treasure.

"So this is your tavern?"

...was that addressed to him? He wasn't sure if he had just hallucinated or not. Did you...want to talk to him?

"...hello?"

With another jolt of recognition, he snapped back to reality. You really were trying to talk to him.

"Sorry, yes. I own the place."

"You must be Diluc then! Kaeya's told me a lot about you."

"Oh, has he."

Fuck.

He could not mask the distaste in his tone, having nearly growled the statement before he could catch himself. If his odd response time and tense physicality hadn't already deterred you, his intimidating attitude was sure to. He braced for your discomfort.

"So you really don't like him!" you giggled, taking another gleeful sip of your drink. "That's alright. Hating your family members comes and goes."

Every statement you made had him reeling. You fell right into step with him despite his awkward pace--everything about him that had even his close aquaintences in a cautious state of mind flew right over your head. You looked right past his guarded demeanor and spoke to him, not his personage.

"...I suppose it does.", he agreed; it was hard not to see your point when your voice was so charming.

The way your twinkling eyes held his softened his gaze--your joyful character brought the faintest upturn to his lips. The cheer in his typically cold expression had the drunkards of the tavern pouring their drinks out--cutting themselves off for the night because the liquor must have them seeing things. Diluc Ragindvr can't smile.

"What's your favorite drink?", you asked, not wanting your conversation to die out. You just had a natural affinity for him; his elusive and restrained character made you want to learn more, and despite his first impressions, he seemed like a nice guy!

As he answered that he doesn't drink and your conversation continued on, he tried to compose the bashfulness your attention caused him, busying himself so he wouldn't have to look you into your gorgeous doe eyes. Their existence alone threatened to send him into cardiac arrest. He was white knuckling his countenance, battling with his body to keep a blush from staining his cheeks every time his gaze met yours.

You were a chatty one, jumping from meaningless topic to meaningless topic with a tell me about this, tell me about that, how do you feel about this?, what do you think about that?

Diluc loathed small talk. Not only did aimless chatter annoy him, he also just wasn't good at making conversation that wasn't straight to the point. He had trouble with bluntness, and had to think about his responses thoroughly before he stated them--it was exhausting to converse properly, so he didn't like to waste energy doing it with no purpose.

...but somehow, it wasn't as hard with you. There was no limit to your understanding, so he felt safe getting tongue-tied or making conversational mistakes. You didn't seem to mind at all, which kept him talking, and if a chat with him would entertain you, he would gladly participate.

You stayed all the way until closing, never leaving the best seat in the house. Even when he had to attend to other customers, breaking the flow of your conversation, you'd wait patiently for his attenion again. You were such a sweetheart, he couldn't imagine what he did to earn your interest, but he was completely, hopelessly stirred by you.

When you tried to pay your tab, he was almost offended, closing your fist before you could set your mora down--an action that sent the palm of his hand that connected with your soft skin ablaze.

"Our discussion was payment enough."

Your smile gripped his heart like a vice, your adorable "thank you" ringing in his ears even after you'd turned and left.

"Eye talg to you all tha time an you don pay my tab?", slurred the drunken bard who had made the dark corner of the bar counter his permanent residence.

"Go home, Venti."

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From then on, you and Diluc had become budding friends! Your visits to his tavern were always appreciated; you held his willing attenion for as long as you'd stay, and the more you learned about one another, the more your fondness grew.

You two had even started meeting outside of the tavern, taking walks together or sharing lunch--and when you'd need to leave the safety of the nation's gates to run an errand, he'd insist on accompanying you, no matter how busy his work day was.

Soon, the goo-goo eyes you gave each other that the tavern patrons momentarily mistook for the brink of alcohol poisioning became the gossip of Mondstadt. There was not a civillian of the nation that didn't have an interest in the wine tycoon, meaning any crumb about his rumored love life was devoured gluttonously. After the hearsay reached her ears, Donna dissapeared for a week. Now, the flowers in her shop get a little extra water every time you walk by...because she sobs into the pots.

The only person in the entirety of Mondstadt that hadn't been made aware of Diluc's obvious crush was you.

You were too wrapped up in your own feelings for him to notice his hints slapping you across the face.

The way he'd offer to help you out with difficult tasks or get you something that you want, or even go as far as to give you little gifts that he'd come by with you in mind, all went right over your head. Sure, they'd have your heart fluttering, but you were afraid to assume his intentions, mistaking his favor for you as just courteous friendship.

You'd developed quite a collection of his affections: a small bundle of lavender he'd cut for you on his walk into town--that you'd dried and kept as a decoration in your room, a special glass he'd reserved for exclusively your drinks at his tavern, even falcon privilages.

If you needed to send a message to him, it'd be expedited by his dutiful bird. How his falcon always happened to be around when you needed to send word to Diluc, you hadn't a clue...unknowing that he had charged it with looking after you in his stead. He needed to be sure that if you were ever in danger, he'd be alerted immediately; the thought of you being defenseless in the face of peril had him clenching his jaw in anxiety--you were just too perfect to be left vulnerable to the darkness of this world.

Though his heart would sieze with panic every time he had an incoming message from you, assuming you were in desparate need of his help, he couldn't stay mad about the mini heart attack you gave him when the non-emergency message you sent was a sweet invite to yours for tea or a funny thought that had come to your mind.

He kept every single letter.

At a certain point, the sparse, light touches and amorous looks between you two became increasingly indicative of your shared feelings.

After the last time you hosted him for tea, and that moment where you two were saying goodbye at your open front door...standing just close enough to feel one another's breath on your lips...both of you hesitating just long enough for the other one to lean in for a kiss...before he politely cleared his throat and took his leave...

...that had you sleepless, tossing and turning with butterflies, all night.

You were dying for him to make a move on you.

...but that was a challenge for Diluc.

He was respectful to a debilitating degree--the last thing he'd want is to make you uncomfortable if his affection for you is not reciprocated. He'd hate if any mistake of his were to weaken your close relationship.

He didn't have what you two had with anyone else--he cherished your connection. If it was scuttled by his doing, the grief he'd feel would be immense.

And beyond that, he's never been skilled at expressing his emotions. At a certain point, intentionally having your guard up leads to an inability to let anything come out. Every time he's tried to tell you how beautiful you look, how dear to him you are, the words just get jumbled up and can't escape his throat. He always ends up saying something like, "this day has been a nice one.", or, "I appreciate your time.".

He doesn't know that those statements settle in your heart and make their home there. That you don't forget them.

After that moment you shared at your front door, where he had to mentally restrain the animalistic urge to just pull you in for a kiss then and there, he decided he could no longer let his adoration for you go unsaid.

Truly, he knew he had a responsibility to say something for fear that if he didn't, and you continued to see him, he'd eventually lose that mental struggle and throw aside his composure as a gentleman in lieu of satisfying the need to touch you, to have you.

It had become an unbearable craving.

The night he confessed, you'd entered Angel's share at your scheduled time--the hour of night where there's typically a lull in activity at the tavern, when everyone has drank just enough to need to slow down and you can have Diluc's undivided attention.

When you rolled into the seat that practically had your name on it at this point, he'd already had a drink waiting for you in the signature glass he'd gotten for you--modeled after a small lamp grass flower with a blue hue.

From the look of it, you didn't recognize the cocktail he'd made for you, and after taking a sip, you realized it was nothing you'd tasted before; it was sweet like honey and had a sour sting to it with floral notes, and the typical sharp taste of alcohol was well disguised, making it slip down your throat pleasantly.

Your happy hum after tasting a cocktail he'd made for you never failed to fill Diluc with satisfaction.

"Is this a new recipe?"

He nodded once.

"What's in it? It's divine.", you sigh, trying your best to keep from downing it too quickly.

"Mead, honeysuckle, lemon juice, gin...", an influx of nerves ran up from his stomach to his heart, but he refused to cower, "...and all my love for you.".

Your attention snapped from the golden drink to his face, surprise turning your cheeks pink and making your eyes go wide. Your gaze met his, which had been intensely focused on you since you'd walked in. You now found him leaning over you, face just above yours as he supported himself with his large hands on either side of where you sat---less of caging you in, and more of framing you, like a beautiful piece of artwork he stayed to admire.

"...I've given it your name."

This felt like a dream.

He'd formulated a cocktail with you in mind, using a god-given honey wine and the sweetest flower in existance, designing an original, saccharine flavor full of warmth and life...full of his deepest adoration...and gave it your name.

He gave it your name.

"...may I kiss you?", he breathed, a quiet desparation in his voice.

Not a moment after your speechless, timid nod, his restraint snapped and he closed the short distance between you two, finally claiming your lips as his own.

And, just like he imagined,

you were sweet.

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[peenyas]

✦ short drabble, doting on them

I've been in a crazy mood, and thinking about how they'd take it.

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Content: domestic(? fluff, GN!reader

✧ Dainsleif ✧ Diluc ✧ [ SEPERATE ]

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dote on/upon (someone or something) : to give a lot of love or attention to (someone or something).

· Dainsleif ·

He wouldn't mind, though hiding the fact that he loves to be doted on. Being taken care of after so many hardships all his lifetime, his love looking after him and helps him with anything at all. He wouldn't ask for it though, seeing you act on your own accord to tend to him fills his heart and warms his cheeks. It makes him feel like there's still a place for him in this world, and that's where you are. Every time you coo and have him rest near you after a hard day, your hand brushing and massaging his head while whispering sweet nothings, all makes him feel like he's in heaven. Random reassurance you'd give him throughout the day with small kisses on the cheek, he loves it every time.

· Diluc ·

Would act like he doesn't really like it, how he's able to look after himself. But oh, that time when he was sick and you gave in everything. Looking after him, keeping him company, unconditional love no matter the sickness, from hand holding to kisses on his forehead after helping him take his medicine. It made his heart swell, it just felt so, so nice, that someone like you are there to love him and look after him. Even after getting better he'd still be a bit hesitant but deep down he's absolutely so ecstatic that you still dote on him, hiding his face in his arms on the table while you go get something for him, with the widest smile accompanied by blushed cheeks.

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And of course, they will return the gesture (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

A/N: when i say I'm ill like im so fucked in the head because of (mainly) dainsleif rn, who tf cries about him for 3 nights straight. Oh i just want to care him rn... Wtv gn loves

[peenyas]

┊Special Brew .2

I was scrolling tags and got reminded about my lil au, Since I'm taking a course that's related to bartending I've a better understanding about the whole thing now, exciting(diluc pls be real)

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Content: Diluc x GN!reader, slowburn, fluff, cat calling once (drunk guest), you got a bartending job at angles share!

[Diluc's speech will be bold!]

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[ pt.1 ]

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Months into your work have gone by quite smoothly, work load is alright and being in charge at the front desk with charles had no problems. Even if there were a few problematic guests, he's usually the one to deal with them. One's thing for sure is that diluc seldom comes by the tavern, he's a busy man after all.

You'd still end up day dreaming about what happened on that particular night, analysing what had happened and giving yourself so many possible reasons, just to keep yourself amused during slow hours, though. The scene of how diluc just turned back so suddenly still plays through your mind like it happened yesterday... Your thoughts are interrupted by a whistle.

"your hand would look nice around something else than a wine bottle~, lady..."

You had to stop everything and take a deep breath, sighing while you try to compose yourself for the next interaction with this drunkard. It's not uncommon to get them here, wine is what the people of Mondstat stand by after all.

"it seems you're quite drunk sir, may I offer you to have some water?"

"w- WHAD DO YOU TAKE ME AS?? A LIGHT WEIGHH?!"

The unpredictability of these boozehounds is what scares you more, jumping up with the sudden outburst, and your patience is running thin. His hands frail over the counter trying to get a hold of you. A few steps back, you cannot argue with the guests, you wish you could break this rule right now, but your job would be on the line if so, how you wish charles were here so he could deal with this person instead.

"is there a problem sir?"

"hey get your hands off m-"

The voice that has been repeating in your head, the same red haired man who has been preoccupying your thoughts all this time. You take a sigh of relief, so glad you won't be dealing with the man anymore.

"I would advise you to take some fresh air instead of bothering the working staff."

Diluc did not let the man finish before pushing them out of the tavern, you look at all that in envy, how come he's allowed to do that? Diluc returns and subtly scans you and the area before speaking again

"He didn't cause you too much trouble right?"

"ah, no. But I i do thank you for dealing with him, boss!"

"... ..oh y-es, gladly"

Diluc quickly leaves and goes into the wine cellar. Just now, His gaze was fixed on you the whole time.. that's what you'd notice if you weren't staring at how red his ears were, was he upset about that man? How much has he heard? Now seeing where he went, leaving you to wonder more about him, why is master diluc so strange?

Work went on as usual from then on, closing hours nears while you clean up the counter table. Diluc has long left the cellar and is now in the kitchen, yet there are no food orders from the guests. Curious about what diluc is up to, the tavern is about to close anyways, it wouldn't hurt to check to see if he needs anything..

Right as you were about to turn and head towards the kitchen, diluc was suddenly right behind you, it was hard not to strumble backwards till he catches you.

"Archons I.. apologize, I should've said something earlier."

"it's fine! I should be watching where i go.."

It's that same pause like he did earlier, now you finally noticed how he looks at you, his red eyes somehow looks over you so fondly, does he always do that? A panicked cough while he helps you get onto your feet again, his hand was so warm around you, ears back to the shade you remember seeing.

"... right, I wanted to ask if you'd.. like to help me sample some new dishes I'll be putting up next month."

His voice was trailing off, getting more softer and quieter till he finished the question. His eyes weren't quite looking at you at all, darting from the glass on the cupboard to the dust on the floor. One thing that has caught your interest was the mention of food, personally prepared food by none other than master diluc, how could you refuse.

There weren't many, 4 small plates of new dishes that were made by diluc, and it smells amazing. You went away with sampling and pairing it with suitable drinks together,

"any thoughts?"

"amazing! It suits the cocktail special on our menu."

"I see.."

Checked, yep. Ears still flushed red, is he alright? What are the causes of red ears? Perhaps a cold. And yet your hand seems to instinctively reach over under his bangs, earning you a look from mister ragnvindr.

"I-.. what are y-"

"checking to see if you have a cold is all."

"how so..?"

"your ears are red."

His next reply was a little mumble, you didn't quite catch that. Diluc had no intention to remove your hand from his forehead, staring into the food was his only option. There was a nice warmth emanating from him, maybe because hes a pyro user. One thing for sure is that his face was starting to turn a faint red. Removing your hand was like stripping away his only comfort, diluc was sad for that fact, but he can only shake his head.

"See, I'm fine.. do you always go around touching people's foreheads?"

"That's- pure instinct, just wanted to check.."

"Might I remind you that I'm your boss."

That's where the realization sets in, panicked and embarrassed. Did you really do that now, with master diluc? Now rushing to leave, still bowing towards him and thanking for the food (and apologizing with what you did), not forgetting your compliments where you really fumbled with your words, and left in a hurry.

In the midst of that, all Diluc did was look at you and chuckled, where you didn't notice because you were busy trying to run from the situation. His hand went onto his forehead when you walked out the door, reminiscing where your palm once were. Should i walk them home again..?

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Xtra notes: I'm not sure if anything changed or if y/n was acting the same as my last fic, should be ok. And I've been crying over dainsleif the past days so there were struggling. Also no art banner, I'm drawing for my anniversary with dainsleif

No update time frame, I write when i want and able to.

[peenyas]

┊Up in celestia

[NSFW⚠️] - MINORS DNI • this thought was NOT leaving me during lecture, made me miss 2 minutes worth of food theory.. also i haven been more ill about him than usual.sigh i want him

Content: established relationship, virgin!GN reader & virgin!Dainsleif, semi fluff, dainsleif had some tears.. oral(dainsleif receiving;3)

✧ reader is kinda top/leading on this one cus dain is just so inexperienced but eager<3 potentially ooc dain but IDC i choose happiness

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It's been 2 years since you and dainsleif were together, a kind and gentle man, all while he deals with your shenanigans a bit too calmly, yet still loves you the same.

And after all that, he was never the type to be.. sensual. Going as far as a kiss, but never dared to go further than that. To your surprise that he came out as someone with no experience at all, not even knowing what it's like to pleasure oneself. From then, you proposed a little session.. (originally as a joke), to which he agreed to.

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Dainsleif was so shy, cheeks flushed red and ears hot.

He was shocked at first, having you offer such activity, a bit embarrassed mind you. While of course dainsleif thought about it before, short little fantasies with how your shirt was flimsy in the morning, wondering what it's like to fully have you. To be honest, he just didn't know how to get into it, his whole lifetime was so busy with duties he did not have time for that.

But now he does, with you.

He was... Interesting with it, not wanting to ruin things and decided to look up tips and advice. Oh how worried he was when he was told about it more. He was so unsure if he'd ever felt anything close to being turned on, and on further investigation just led to him getting frustrated and awkward.

Now asking if you could take the lead. Sure, he needs to find out what he likes too.

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So, so adorable... even when stripped of his garments, he'd cover himself up as if it's a sin to be naked during sex. Face flushed with a little pout, he'd lie if he wasn't feeling nervous, and also excited.

"Tell me if anything, love"

Your hands rest on his shaft, waiting for his response. His eyes were closed as if he was preparing himself for what's to happen, the pressure you're putting on his causing him to gasp. Is this what it's like? He nods, eyes half open and ready.

Lube was kinda cold, he thought.

The first stroke made him feel, unusual.. like a sort of new sense unlocked. It's getting warm, your fingers wrap around him perfectly. Dainsleif moaned out unknowingly when he felt you thrust your hand , circling the tip, a steady pace. One hand raced to cover his mouth while the other supports himself up, gripping onto the sheets.

Whispering quietly between breaths, saying how good it is, all the while whimpers escape his lips. You look up to him with adoring eyes, yet a slight smirk around your lips. Dainsleif was trembling, breathing ragged, brows furrowing. His eyes look down at you just screaming for more, what a sight to see.

His head threw back once he felt your tongue lick across the base of his dick and envelop the head, licking around his now hardened cock. His whines and moans were like honey, while shaking with tears rolling down. Swearing under his breath as you took him in, forgetting about everything in the world to feeling your mouth around his length, steadily dragging along.

Trying his best to open his eyes to look at you, at how you're making him feel so good. But this was your first time too, upon hearing your gag was like a switch flipped inside of him. Adjusting himself to check up on you, asking if you're ok, you cough a little more, shaking your head in response and reassuring him you're fine, saying this is your first time together afterall.

A little rest later, because he just had to get up to fetch water for you, and there having a short convo talking about how it feels for each other so far..

"Ah... We.. can continue..., If you like?"

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A.N.— i fucking love him so much the things ill do for him, the way i had a broke down over him imagine. Also can't keep that doodle promise though. Never really wanted to turn my tumblr into an art acc anyways.

[peenyas]

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 FEAT : 」 Dainsleif x GN! reader

「 ### : 」 fluff ♡

「 CWS : 」 ambiguous relationship/fwb-to-lovers, soft Dainsleif, potentially ooc Dain, fluff.

Reposted from my secondary blog !!

You greet him with a crooked smile, splayed out on your back in the grass, so at ease even when the black-swathed figure stands above you, standing like a sore thumb amongst the crisp grass and gold sunlight.

“I wondered where you had gone,” Dainsleif says, an unsung question in his voice. He cocks his head, letting his eyes roam over you— a habit, at this point. The tree you’ve chosen to rest under casts shifting shadows on your face, a dappling of light peaking through the leaves. Your eyes are hazy, still freshly awoken by the sound of his footsteps, but the curve of your lips is always endearing to him, a secret he’s played close to his chest. 

“Were you worried?” You ask. The amusement drips from your voice like syrup, your smile shifting into something more awake. With a lazy hand, you wave in the direction of your home, some ways away, half-hidden in the trees and almost hidden by the vines and flora. 

It looks smaller than it is from over here, Dainsleif thinks. Cozy and quaint and oh-so-unassuming. Your home. His sanctuary. (You always snorted when he says something dramatic like that. “It’s your home too, Dain,” you’d correct him so easily. He never could come up with a response. He’s not sure what the appropriate response could even be. )

“It’s not that far,” you reason, and before he can say something else, perhaps about the ever-looming threat of the abyss order, you pat the spot beside you, inviting him to sit in the warm mid-morning air with an easy, “C’mere.”

Dainsleif takes the invitation, of course— as if he’d ever entertain the thought of saying otherwise.

The trunk of the tree is solid against his back when he leans, legs stretching out beside your head, where you jokingly scowl at him for not truly laying with you on the grass (your words, not his.) 

It is a feeling that settles over him easily the longer he lays in the space with you: Peace. Stillness. Longing.

His eyes flick to you at that last one, watching as you breathe in the crisp air of the forest, and the way there’s some bits and piece of grass stuck in your hair. Absently, one of his hands comes to tangle in it, moving in slow motions as he cards through it soothingly. Only to remove the blade of grass, of course.

As you continue to half-doze in the mid-morning sun, he wonders how much longer you’ll allow yourself to play this song and dance with him. How much longer he’ll let himself dance around the truth, too scared of both his past and his future to face the present.

Dainsleif watches you, peaceful, at ease, in the presence of a man so cursed as him, and wonders if he is worthy for anything more than this. Wonders what it is you see in him to have come this far, to have been so patient already. To have let the thing between you two go undressed for so long.

His hand drifts to your face, habitual in how gentle his touch is. Why, he wonders, have you let him fall for you so?

One of your hands comes up to meet his, guiding his hand so his knuckles meet your lips in a soft kiss. “You’re thinking so loudly,” you complain with a huff, and all Dainsleif can do is chuckle.

“Is that so?” He asks, twining your fingers together and letting them rest on your shoulder. “My apologies, I wasn’t aware you could read minds.”

He feels rather than sees you roll your eyes, and you sit up, still keeping your hands connected. There’s a scolding expression on your face, but he’s been around you long enough already to see how you fight back a grin. “First you disturb my rest —twice!— and now you mock me. Honestly, Dain, how rude.” But before he can defend himself, you’re already soldiering on, and the air around you changes. To something a bit more serious, a bit more concerned. When your gaze meets his, he’s silenced by the cocktail of sympathy and understanding in it. Underneath the quips and the jokes born from familiarity, there is something genuine. “Well? No use beating around the bush. What’s wrong?”

“I…” Dainsleif pauses, his mind going blank when he tries of think of how to put it. You’ve caught him off-guard. He struggles to find words for a moment too long, his tongue suddenly drying in his mouth. There’s too much to say, really. Too much that could go wrong, too much that could go right. He doesn’t even know where to start.

He squeezes your hand slightly, his insides twisting in a way he can only describe as nervous. How preposterous. Him, the bough keeper, hesitating because he doesn’t know what to do with his feelings. And yet there’s no other way to see the situation.

“Dain,” You cut into the fog in his brain with a low chuckle, thumb rising to smooth out the furrow in his brow. You smile at him, and he can practically feel his shoulders sag. “Relax. Just say whatever’s on your mind.”

You watch and wait for a few more seconds as Dain almost internally argues with himself. The back-and-forth between his heart and his mind is clear as day to you, watching as he frustrates over whatever it is that conflicts him. You have to fight back a smile. Whatever’s got Dain this torn, it’s sure to be something. He squeezes your hand absently —almost instinctively— and you squeeze back every time.

After some time, the silence breaks as Dainsleif releases a long, deep breath. His hand tightens around yours, as if scared you might pull away. But for all the nervous ticks and tells you’ve learned to spot from him over time, his voice is resolute when he speaks. Unwavering in the truth that he’s finally come to accept aloud. 

“I’m in love with you,” he says, gaze meeting yours. “But I’m scared that admitting it will ruin what we have now.”

The silence stretches out for what feels like an eon after that, and Dainsleif can almost feel his throat constrict in nervousness, fearing that the very thing he dreaded was coming to pass. You say nothing, merely watching him and breathing. For as much as Dainsleif fears that these next few moments with you so close to him will be his last, he keeps his head raised and not backing down from your stare. Your eyes don’t stray from his, peering deeply, searching for… something that you hope to find in him.

Dainsleif can almost feel his cool exterior crack underneath your heavy examination. Can almost feel the way his heart wants to break free from his chest, or the way his blood battles with being boiling hot or freezing cold. So nervous, with a heart beating so fast. Never had he thought that he’d feel the rush of adrenalin and bravery that comes with confessing your love to a person in his long, long life.

So gently that he doesn’t feel it at first, your hands come to cup his face, gently prying out of the hold with his own.

“Do you mean that, Dain?” You ask, a smile taking root. It both settles his nerves and sends his heart racing. You’re so close— he can feel your breath on his lips, and warmth rushes to his face unbidden.

“All other truths I’ve spoken pale in comparison,” he says, eyes flicking down to your lips. So close. He had tasted them before, yes, but that was before his heart had been laid out on the table for you to pick and prod at. Now, he wonders, will your kiss be even better?

The answer, Dainsleif finds, is a definite yes.

When you lean in to kiss him, it is something soft. More tame than some of your other kisses by far, but the difference is that this has sparks racing up his spine, and heat blooming where your hands touch his face. He hums into the kiss, a sound that comes instinctively after waiting so long to finally kiss you like this— to kiss you as the man who loves you with every fiber of his being. Your lips are warm against his, making his heart stutter and dazing his brain with just a touch. 

“So dramatic,” you say when you two part, only just a bit breathless. There’s a curve to your lips that you can’t tamp down, and Dainsleif is certain that he has a matching smile of his own. You laugh, taking your hands from him and wrapping them around his shoulders instead, burying your face in his neck. “Man, I’ve been waiting for you to say that forever, you know?”

Dainsleif coughs, an embarrassed flush rising to his face. “My apologies for dragging it out so long, then.”

He feels the huff of your laugh against his skin. Feels the soft, tender kiss you gift him with. “You can make it up to me.”

One of his hands come up to the middle of your back, holding you closer to him as he leans back. Even through his gloves, his touch is warm. Without the indecision to haunt him, his shoulders relax without the weight of a burden. There is peace here, with you, under the tree with the fallen leaves and the grass and the dandelions. Where he can hold your form against him, and bask in your presence like how a cat basks in the afternoon sun. Dainsleif smiles, pressing a kiss to your hair with such tenderness that your heart nearly melts. 

“For as long as I live,” he promises, holding you close.

[peenyas]

I'm sick(food allergy), fast [imagine] drabble about them taking care of u while ur sick cus I rarely see em.

Content: sick!gn!reader, fluff/comfort, no specific character specified (but used male reference)

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"ah- stay put, i got it"

Your weak being laying in bed, aching and tired from being struken with an illness.

Oh how his touch seems to linger longer than ever, keeping his hand on your forehead, caressing your hot skin. It felt so relieving, so comforting to be under his care.

"need anything dove? Here, i made some warm tea for you"

He'd start hand feeding you if you'd let him, he would go out of his way just to take care of you, being the one love he cherished so much.

Hand brushing over the top of your head, you sigh in comfort, closing your eyes, and thus getting a kiss out of sight. Both cheeks, nose, lips. Holding and rubbing your cheeks with the thumb of his hands, whispering sweet nothings to you, telling you will get better before you know it.

"I'm here, please let me know if you need anything alright?"

On that day, he'll stay in bed with you, either doing work. Or when he's finished, cuddling up to you, giving you that extra warmth and care.

A.N:☆ thinking of.. dainsleif... Most of all. Diluc too but fuck him i got amos instead i went crazy because of that could you imagine. Maybe I'll give it to my physical childe