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ikaroux · 3 years ago

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You are my gift.

Synopsis: Diluc has a special place in your heart. You both have known each other since you were children, and even though you were separated for three long years, the affection you have for each other is still the same.

Style: f!reader, romance, love, anniversary, childhood friend.

Alert: NSFW (18+) I remind minors to avoid reading this kind of content.

Characters: Diluc.

Note: It's been a while since I posted anything, sorry! Since it was Diluc's birthday, I wanted to write something for him, this character I love so much. I found his message so adorable, of course I'm going to have dinner with him!

I'm recovering from the covid, even if I still have some remains like cough and tiredness, I will try to get back to writing little by little!

Have a good read.

Masterlist

Happy birthday my dear Diluc.

Leaning against the window, your gaze wandering to the sky, you wondered what Diluc was doing right now. You hadn't seen him for several days, his work taking up most of his time.

You and Diluc were longtime friends, at least from his point of view. You'd always had a crush on him, but you didn't let it show for fear of destroying the bond between you. You were close, very close. Diluc always treated you with gentleness and courtesy, like a sister, you thought… it was probably better than nothing?

A desperate sigh escaped you as your gaze turned to the small box you had carefully sealed with a ribbon earlier in the day. Today was Diluc's birthday… It was not a festive day for him. His father had died on his eighteenth birthday, his brotherly relationship with Kaeya had been shattered on the same day, as well as his faith and future in the Knights of Favonius.

You grasped the gift package in your hand, caressing the red ribbon tied around it. You brought it to your lips, closing your eyes to picture the face of the man you loved so much. Where was he right now? You wanted to see him, hear him, hold him. Was he replaying past events? A small part of you hoped that he was thinking of you, that he wanted you close to him for this day that was entirely dedicated to him. But it was probably prideful of you to think that way. Diluc may have had a special place in your heart, but that wasn't how he saw you. He had never shown any sign of being attracted to you.

You were too blind.

Not seeing all the signals he was sending you.

All the little touches he was offering you.

You were the only one he looked at. The only one he cherished.

You didn't trust yourself. You thought you were insignificant next to him.

How wrong you were.

You were his treasure. The one who kept him balanced in a constantly dark world.

The sound of flapping wings brought you out of your sad thoughts. Your eyes turned to the window, where a familiar eagle was perched. The one that never left Diluc.

A message was entangled in one of its legs, carefully tied with a string. You carefully untangled it and read it, a smile already on your face as you knew who it was from. As you unfolded it, you could see the delicate handwriting of Diluc, so familiar to you. He always wrote letters to you with the utmost care. You were so used to his pen that you were sure you could tell if a letter was from him without him signing it.

Your eyes roamed over the few words he had eagerly written to you.

"Y/n, meet me at the cemetery. Diluc."

Your fingers had tightened around the paper, crumpling it. Diluc was at his father's grave, alone. The thought pinched your heart. Without thinking, you rushed to your front door, quickly taking a vest with you before stepping out and slamming the door behind you, forgetting about Diluc's gift and his eagle.

You ran through the streets of Mondstadt, narrowly avoiding walkers and stumbling several times on the steps leading to the cathedral. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest. You didn't know exactly what you were feeling at that moment. Was it fear? Anguish? Sadness? Or maybe just the overwhelming need to be with him? By the time you asked yourself all these questions, you had already reached the backyard of the Favonius church, where the Mondstadt cemetery was. You quickly spotted him, standing in front of a grave, his long black coat adorning his back and his familiar red hair.

Diluc.

As you caught your breath, you took the time to admire his figure. In his hand he held a bouquet of lamp grass flowers, the ones his father loved so much. Diluc looked silently at the grave, his eyes clouded with memories. He didn't seem to notice you or his eagle, which had probably left your apartment through the window you had left open in your haste. When the eagle let out a shrill cry to signal its presence to its master, Diluc finally turned his gaze from the grave to the animal he cherished so much. He gently held out his forearm for it to rest on.

"I see that you have conveyed my message well. Do you think she will come? This isn't exactly the ideal place for a date…" - Diluc's voice was soft, barely noticeable. Yet that didn't stop you from hearing it. You smiled as you noticed his relaxed, peaceful expression. With a lighter heart, you tried to approach him without making a sound, which allowed you to delicately steal the bouquet from his hands, surprising him at the same time. His eyes, at first wild with anger, quickly softened at the sight of you. A warm smile lit up his features as he let his bird take flight.

"Thank you for coming y/n."

"It's nothing. I'm glad you invited me to spend this time with you. I'm sorry, I was in such a rush to get to you that I didn't think to buy flowers for your father."

"Don't worry, I don't think he'll be offended." - His gaze was turned to his father's grave. The sadness had disappeared to make way for serenity. After a moment, he looked at you again. The ardor of his gaze made you blush despite yourself. Softly, his hand came to slide along your arm until your wrist, seizing delicately this one before going down to the bouquet of flowers that you had taken to him a little earlier. His gaze had not left the movement of his hand on your skin and a slight blush began to appear on his cheeks. He finally took the bouquet from your hands, taking a few lamp grass to offer them to you. Silence reigned between the two of you, only the sound of the wind beating the leaves of the trees kept you in reality. You wanted to tell him. To confess everything to him.

Diluc, I love you. I have always loved you.

But your lips remained sealed, this was not the time or place to think about that. So instead, you turned to the grave of Crepus Ragnvindr, breaking the visual link with Diluc. You knelt before the grave, silent, before placing the few flowers Diluc had given you. Diluc, in turn, placed his bouquet. You didn't dare look at him, you didn't want him to see the feelings you were expressing. It was suffocating, painful. But wasn't it better to suffer than to lose the friendship that bound you together? You took a moment to breathe before standing up and turning your gaze back to him. His eyes remained fixed on you, so penetrating and warm. You didn't know why the tears were coming to your eyes. Perhaps it was because of that moment of silence at his father's grave? Or maybe it was the thought that Diluc would never be yours?

Diluc's gloved thumb brushed against your tear-dampened cheek. His concerned look made you wish you had held them back.

"Would you mind accompanying me back to my place? I have something for you."

"For me? What's the occasion?"

"It's your birthday, silly. How can you forget something so important?"

"It's not that important."

"It is to me!" - The twinkle in his eyes made you smile. You finally took his hand to guide him home. Although the walk was silent the whole way, the hand squeezing yours made you feel pleasantly good. You weren't used to Diluc showing affection, let alone in public. Yet it was he who was squeezing your hand in his, hard enough to make you feel his warmth, but not hard enough to hurt you. His thumb was constantly playing with your fingers, sometimes tenderly caressing the back of your hand. You didn't know if it was intentional on his part, but you couldn't deny that it felt good. When you finally reached the landing of your apartment, you invited him into your home. This was not the first time he had come. How many times had you welcomed him into your home, wounded by mages from the abyss or exhausted by the workload he had imposed on himself. You had stopped counting, what mattered to you was that he felt at home here. This was difficult at first, knowing his upbringing as well as his nobility of spirit. Diluc was a gentleman, entering your home as he pleased was inconceivable to him, even with so many years of friendship. "I cannot invade your space as I wish. Understand that I'm still a man, Y/n." he had told you the first time you had offered to stay at your house for the night. You never really understood what he meant, or rather, you didn't want to understand. Today, everything had become easier for him. You had always made him feel comfortable, so much so that now he was able to sit on your couch without waiting for your consent. You always had something for him in reserve, in case he decided to come to your house unexpectedly. So he was not surprised when you served him a glass of grape juice and a tray of fruit.

Diluc watched you running around the apartment, finding it adorable that you wanted to please him every time he came over. He couldn't take his eyes off you, thinking about the promise he had made earlier at his father's grave. He wanted to confess his feelings to you. His affection for you had been eating away at him for years, he couldn't stand the childhood friend relationship he had with you. As a child, you considered him as a brother. You probably still do. But Diluc had always seen you as a young girl, gradually growing into the beautiful woman you are today. He burned with love for you. The three years he spent away from Mondstadt made him realize how important you were in his life. He loved you, he always loved you. He hoped that perhaps the feeling was mutual. His eyes turned to the palm of his hand. He could still feel the warmth of your skin there. Diluc closed his eyes, clenching his fist firmly against his thigh. His heart was pounding. He was afraid. Afraid of losing you by admitting his feelings to you.

"Diluc?"

Diluc gasped, quickly opening his eyes and bringing them back to you. You presented him with a small gift box sealed with a ribbon. Diluc looked at it for a long moment before carefully grasping it.

"Happy birthday, Diluc. I hope you like it." - You sat beside him, admiring his every expression.

"You shouldn't have spent your moras on me."

"Don't play dumb, open it!"

Diluc could see the excitement in your eyes and he felt his lips stretch into a wide smile. More than anything else, he loved seeing you laugh, smile. He loved to see you happy, even for such small things. With you, his birthdays had become more bearable. Less painful. Slowly, he tugged on the ribbon's knot, sliding it along the package until it lay on his thighs. When he lifted the lid, he found two chess-like objects inside, one made of white ivory and the other of black. A king and queen in the shape of an owl and an owl.

"These are collectible pieces. I hope you like them." - Diluc didn't answer you, his eyes continuing to admire the detailed workmanship of each piece. You knew of his love for birds and his penchant for chess, and you thought there was nothing better to give him as a birthday present, even if it cost you a month's salary. Only his silence made you doubt. Didn't he like it?

"y/n, they're beautiful. From the quality, I imagine the price of these pieces must have been quite exorbitant… You shouldn't have…"

"Diluc, it's my money, I do what I want with it. If I decide to spend it on you, I will." - You tell him proudly.

"Why are you always so stubborn?" - He answers with a sigh. - "Thanks, I'll take care of it."

Diluc carefully placed the chess pieces back into their box before turning to you. He took your hands in his, slowly bringing them close to his lips. Your cheeks turned incredibly red as your eyes followed his every move. There was a heavy silence between you two. Diluc's eyebrows furrowed as he seemed to think about something. His lips pursed, he gripped your hands a little tighter in his before looking into yours.

"y/n, I have something important to tell you, I would like you to listen to me without interrupting." - You slowly nodded your head, apprehensive about what he was about to tell you. "I know that you and I have known each other since childhood. I've watched you grow up, becoming more and more beautiful, more and more desirable to men. I have seen you become a woman. I know very well that you have always seen me as a brother, but I… I have always looked at you y/n. I love you, I have always loved you. I can't stand this distance imposed by fear, apprehension. I do not ask you to love me in return. I simply want you to realize that in my eyes, you are neither a sister, nor a childhood friend…" - Diluc lifted your face that you had lowered to hide your blush. His warm gaze brought tears to your eyes again. His thumb wiped them away before his lips brushed yours. It was sweet, loving, just as you had both imagined. Seeing that you didn't reject him, Diluc pressed his kiss a little more, his hand coming to rest on the back of your neck to keep you where you are. Your lips performed a more and more sensual waltz, exploring each other's limits. Encouraged by your little moans, Diluc was the first to try an opening with his tongue. Too stunned by your kiss, you didn't feel yourself tipping over onto the couch, Diluc above you continuing to kiss you as if it were the last time he would do so. Your hands came to lose themselves in his hair, savoring its softness.

Please make it all real.

Your arms tightened around Diluc as your mind prayed. It couldn't be real, could it? Diluc lying on top of you, your lips desperately searching for each other. Your legs wrapped around his hips as he pressed himself a little closer to you. You needed to melt into each other. You had been looking for each other for so long, each thinking you were living a one-way love. When Diluc felt his lower abdomen become incredibly sore, he stopped kissing you and looked into your eyes, darkened by lust.

"y/n… Tell me I can go further… I don't want to force you, or push you around. Tell me to stop, and I will." - His look was desperate, as was yours.

"Please prove to me that this is not all a dream." - Diluc breathed in, his hand coming to grasp yours to intertwine his fingers. His lips merged with you again in a passionate kiss while his free hand was busy undoing your clothes. It wasn't long before she managed to strip you completely, stepping back to admire your naked body.

"You're beautiful…"- In turn, you straightened up to help him remove his clothes. As soon as his muscular torso was exposed to you, your hungry hands came to explore it, languidly caressing his abs, waist, chest and arms. Diluc was simply perfect, just as you had imagined… He patiently let you discover him before attacking his pants, enjoying the softness of your hands on his skin. His eyes did not leave you of the glance, hypnotized by your movements sometimes hesitant, but exploratory. He would sometimes take your wrist to bring your hand to an area you had not yet claimed. He was patient, incredibly patient. But you weren't. Diluc grunted in surprise when he felt your hands undo the waistband of his pants, then pull at the fabric of his underwear to free his already incredibly hardened member. He was big, perhaps too big for you, and that scared you a little.

"Ah-Di-Diluc I don't know if I could…"

"Shh… Let me prepare you properly. Trust me, I wouldn't do anything to hurt you y/n"

You gently nodded, obediently letting Diluc lay you back on the couch. He finished removing his clothes before positioning himself over you. His hair strands came to tickle your face and as your eyes gazed at each other with consuming passion, your hand came to caress his strands, adjusting them behind his ear. Diluc leaned into your hand, closing his eyes for a moment to savor the intimate touch.

"I love you Diluc." - He instantly opened his eyes to look at you. You could read all the love he had for you in them, his warm smile made your heart beat faster. Diluc buried his face in the crook of your neck, placing passionate kisses on it. His hands explored your body. The sound of his palm smoothing your skin filled your ears, warming your waist before moving up to your chest, sensually massaging your breasts. His fingers warmed the hardened tips of your nipples chilled by the cold air of the living room. You could feel his hips rubbing against you as his member brushed against your entrance in a slow back and forth motion. Diluc relished the taste of your skin, licking and sucking on every inch he could reach. When his lips found the hardened tip of your nipple, he decided to occupy his hands differently. One spread your leg further apart, while the other tended to your lower region, caressing your entrance already coated with your natural lubricant. Diluc grunted softly against you as his fingers touched your sensitive nerve. You were already squirming underneath him, begging him to penetrate you with his fingers. Your lover pulls back, a charming smile on his lips as he watches your face. He finally stops torturing you, slowly burying his middle finger inside you. It was soft and smooth to the touch, and Diluc couldn't help but tremble as he thinks about what it will be like when he enters you. He began a slow back and forth motion, seeking out the places that made you moan his name. As soon as he felt you trembling under his touch, he knew he had found your G-spot. Gradually, he added a finger with the first and then a third, opening you up enough for him. You couldn't take it anymore, your legs were shaking, you needed to feel him inside you, against you. You wanted to kiss him while he made you his, you wanted to be one with him. An unknown warmth was rising in your lower abdomen, forcing your hands to come and clasp around your lover's arms. Diluc could feel it, too, and he sped up his hand movements to bring you the release your body so eagerly craved. He leaned into you, joining his lips to yours, as you came on his fingers that continued their languid back and forth until you calmed down.

His eyes were fixed on you as you caught your breath. Diluc slowly withdrew his fingers from you before standing up to look for something in his coat pocket.

"Diluc?" - When he found it, he quickly returned to you to show you what he held in his hand. A condom. - "Oh… So you had planned this?" - You say with a little tease. You suspected that no, it wasn't Diluc's style, but nevertheless, it caused an indecent blush on his cheeks.

"It wasn't me, it was that weasel Kaeya who slipped it into my pocket when I passed him at the cemetery. By the time I realized it, he was already away from me, yelling at me that it was a special gift…" - You laughed at Diluc's embarrassed expression. You knew he was probably inwardly calling his brother every name he knew.

"That's a pretty good gift idea." - You whispered to him as your hands grasped his face and gently brought it to your lips. Diluc relented, panting into your kiss. Reluctantly, he pulled away from you, hastily opening the condom to slide it down his member. Diluc came back to you, grabbing your thigh and placing it in the crook of his arm. You could feel him positioning himself at your entrance, barely entering before he leaned into you, his lips brushing against yours.

"Tell me if this hurts…" - He whispered to you as he began to sink in. He was tall, and much wider than you could accommodate inside you. Your nails dug into his shoulders as a sharp pain washed over you as Diluc penetrated you. His face was covered in sweat, his expression frozen. You were so tight around him that he couldn't stop soft grunts of pleasure from coming out of his throat each time he pushed a little deeper into you. Your first orgasm made the penetration easier and less painful than you had anticipated, and as soon as Diluc reached the bottom, he dropped onto you, panting heavily as his body shook with pleasure. "Finally… You're finally mine… I've wanted you for so long, y/n." - His words made you clench around him, causing him to moan with pleasure once again. Diluc straightened up on his forearm so he could place languid kisses on your lips. Your legs wrapped around his hips as your hands gripped his hair and smoothed his sweaty back. Diluc's hips began to move of their own accord, slowly penetrating you as his lips continued their sensual dance with you. Having him inside you was like a dream come true. He was so well designed for you, filling you perfectly. His sex was divinely touching that spot deep inside you that made you moan with pleasure every time he rocked his hips. You and Diluc continued to kiss for a long time, his languid movements continuing to make you see the stars. Gradually, his undulations began to accelerate, becoming harder as he did so. His hips slammed against you, making the sounds of your lovemaking echo through the room. Diluc pulled away from your lips, gritting his teeth to keep from moaning openly. His eyes remained focused on the expressions of well-being you were making, as you moaned with happiness. He never thought he would hear you scream his name with such ardor and passion. His hands came to plant themselves in the skin of your hips as he straightened up to better penetrate you. This new angle was perfect, allowing Diluc to take his entire member inside you. His strokes became harder and faster. He could feel your walls closing in around him as you moved closer to release. Feeling himself close to the edge, Diluc couldn't hold his voice any longer, moaning praise and your name over and over until your orgasm trapped him in a vice of pure pleasure. Diluc continued to pound you until he himself reached his end.

He collapsed gently onto you, his hips continuing to make small circular movements. His lips sought yours, begging for your attention. Your hands on his cheeks, you pulled him to you, eager for his lips. Your kiss was delicate, slower and savory. Now that you had claimed each other, you could live in the moment. Diluc stopped moving, but he didn't separate himself from you. He was still hard inside you, and you wondered if this was something common to all men. Finally, he pulled his lips away, looking at you with his red eyes. His forehead pressed against yours.

"You are my greatest gift…" - He whispered to you, moved.

"I love you Diluc. Happy birthday." - You answered him, just as moved as he was. He kissed you again in response, his hips slowly moving back and forth.

His birthday had taken on a more savory flavor.

You were the most precious gift he had ever received.

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aetheternity · 2 years ago

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Synopsis: Just headcanons for Scaramouche with an S/O that has a similar personality to his. (Cause I think it'd be funny).

A/N: Happy birthday to our favorite baby girl Wanderer/Kuni/Scaramouche. When I tell you writing this took every ounce of energy right outta me so everyone better enjoy it.

CW: small mentions of blood / torture and abuse. Otherwise fluffy scenarios. No gender specified.

Introduction

Your boss had worked alongside the Fatui for the entirety of his adult life. Getting them information on people around Teyvat, hosting events for new recruiters and even paying for their weapons on occasion. He'd taken you in after you'd been abandoned only a year prior by your parents. You were too destructive for the rich, privileged lifestyle you'd been born into, he'd explained.

You hadn't seen them since your boss had taken you in. You soon found out later that they'd suffered an early demise. Eventually you discovered that you weren't completely human, his research coming across at least three different traces of elemental energy within your body. You didn't use a vision nor did you need one. However you had no idea how to go about using all the elemental power stored within you.

So for many years to come he extracted your blood for testing. Hooked you up to more machines than you could remember in the hopes you would find a way to focus the energy and use the elements currently dormant within you. The experiments did have a slightly positive effect. To some degree these new powers were active and you managed to use them on occasion just not for too long and not without intense strain on your body.

On the last day you'd seen him was the first day you'd truly experienced what you imagined freedom to be. He'd released you from the lab. Sent you off to what he'd described as one of the recruitment meetings he went to every few months. He'd told you today would be your first time leading the meeting but before you'd even arrived you were attacked.

It didn't take long for your powers to fail and you were bruised, beaten and nearly killed by Fatui members. Just before you'd truly blacked out you heard retreating footsteps followed by a voice you could barely register as the world turned cold.

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The bed you awoke in was warm as was the light that stretched across your face from the curtains you couldn't recognize. You glanced to your left confused by the glass of water by the bedside table you'd never seen in the lab before. You sat up stretching a hand out to touch your forehead confused by the bandage covering it.

Before you could say a word a woman you didn't recognize peeked her head in. Her eyes growing wide before she shut the door exiting the room. When she returned you noticed a man standing behind her. His red hair tucked into a ponytail. He slipped past the maid and with a nod she left.

"You look well. Surprising for what occurred only the night before."

"What is this? Who are you?"

"This is hospitality, welcome to the Dawn Winery. I hope we can get to know each other a bit more while you stay."

That was only the beginning. The time before you'd discovered the truth about your parents. The untimely death they'd shared at the hands of your former boss and how he'd almost done the same to you after finding your talents too costly to continue funding.

For three years after you'd been attacked on the streets you spent your life under the watchful eye of Master Diluc and the staff of Dawn Winery. He'd helped you obtain all the information you desired about your past and allowed you to train your skills as much as you could until the day you chose to part from his care for good.

"Stay safe then. If you need help in the future Dawn Winery will be here." You exhaled sharply not being able to stop yourself from latching onto him. You heard him chuckle and felt his chin against the top of your head. His arms around your shoulders.

Someday you'd find a way to properly repay him and someday you would be the hand that ended your former boss' life. Until then you would take time for yourself and properly experience the world you'd never saw.

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You realized how little you'd learned about mora management when you traveled into Sumeru nearly flat broke. Your time in Liyue well spent (literally). So to keep from starving to death you took up odd jobs in the Grand Bazaar. The hustle and bustle was quite hard to adapt to and interacting with customers had been more than a bit of a learning experience. But you'd succeeded with flying colors.

It wasn't a bad gig either. You could watch the performances of Nilou and some of the other dancers when your boss left the stall up to you. Your new boss being quite different from your first one as he was closer to you in age and quite understanding.

In your time working you helped many repeat customers but one in particular had caught your eye. He wasn't dressed like a Sumeru resident and he always wore that ridiculously big hat atop his head.

"Just some Sunsettias, thanks." He always ordered fruit from you. While he didn't come around everyday or anything you still found yourself looking out for him on occasion. You told yourself it was simply because you enjoyed the jokes that rapid fired in your mind regarding his hat but after a while..

"Ah, don't tell me you're looking out for your favorite customer." Your boss chuckled

"And how do you figure that, Rainer?"

"You never wanna leave the stand anymore. You must have at least one favorite customer you absolutely have to see." Rainer scoffed, shouldering the heavy crate he'd mentioned to you only minutes before.

"Interesting that your assumption is that I have a favorite customer and not that I just don't care to lift crates all day." You accentuate your point with a 'hmph'

"Sure, I'll take your word for it, Name. I hope he comes for your sake."

"You're so annoying." You sigh

He didn't come that day however. Actually you were starting to believe your mysteriously dressed customer had finally moved nations. That was until you peeked across the Bazaar one day to see him drifting between stalls. He'd stopped at one just across from you and you stared. You blinked harder as if you were somehow conjuring him in a dream and blinking would awaken you.

He only spoke with the carpet salesman for a couple minutes before he was turning around and heading toward you. You willed yourself to react normally however all you could competently do was stare near dumbfounded at him.

"Hello?" He said, his tone a bit harsh

"Yeah, what do you need?" You find your voice.

"I was asking for my normal order." He replied quickly

"Sure I can get that for you."

The normal silence you've grown accustomed to in this stranger gave you an odd feeling this time. As though there were a sort of topic hanging loosely in the air. This interaction didn't have nearly the same emotions that all the previous ones brought upon you. You didn't make a single joke in your head as you piled fruits into a bag before handing it to him and he didn't immediately rush off after giving a short, firm thanks.

"There's this.. spot in Gandharva Ville.. you can see the entire forest from this tree it's the tallest one there. If you're interested in a quiet place to do your writing." He points to the notebook placed atop the counter. Before you could say a word he tossed some mora down, grabbing his bag and quickly heading off.

For a second you stand there purely lost on how to react any further. Your notebook? How'd he even know you enjoyed writing in it?

"You are going right?" You flip around to see Rainer stood just behind you his hands on his hips.

"Why would you care?"

"He's probably going to be waiting for you there, you should go."

"He's just a random customer, it was just a suggestion. Doesn't mean I have to take it."

"A suggestion that would ease your life. He's been watching you I just know it!"

You scoff, banging your hand against the table in front of you. "What will get you to stop talking the fastest?"

"If you agree to go obviously."

"You seriously need a date or something." You grumble, he crosses his arms with a silent glare. "What? I was just joking."

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The tree is far better looking than you could've imagined. With a view that seemed as though it could truly never end. The climb had grown rougher as you reached the tops of the branches. The foliage thicker and harder to see through. You find yourself nearly stunned from the branch you'd grabbed, grappling onto a foot you hadn't seen.

Before you could fully let go an arm stretched out to tug you up atop the same branch you'd almost latched onto before. Finally you were met with the same customer you'd been fixated on for who even knows how long now.

"Told you." He says simply, pointing out at the landscape. "No need to thank me, you were always scribbling like the noisy Bazaar bugged you. Well, there isn't much of that out here."

"So you have been watching me?"

"Don't flatter yourself I merely noticed you." He'd replied folding his arms and returning his attention back to the scenery.

"I'd only be flattered if you were someone important. Seems that big hat is carrying a bit of ego too."

He smirks with a scoff, "It's a long way down you know. I suggest you maintain a level of respect especially since you wouldn't have known about this place if not for me."

You huff proudly, "And here I was thinking you didn't want bragging rights."

The first time the two of you eat together

"What are you eating for lunch today?" Wanderer asks as he pays his mora for his usual order.

"I don't know." You shrug

Wanderer had started stopping by a bit more frequently per week. Twice a week now as opposed to the four times a month he'd been doing before. It'd started after you'd climbed the tree to meet him in Gandharva Ville. He'd stayed with you the entire time as you scribbled down notes. Notes regarding your latest performance with the training you did outside of work. He hadn't said too much as you wrote, didn't even say much in the coming days when he'd returned to your stall.

Today however, "There's an eatery nearby. I've never eaten there but I'm going today."

You tilt your head a bit. Slowly muddling over his words. "You're inviting me to join you?"

"I'd have no other reason to bring it up." He crosses his arms.

"Oh, do you plan on getting me whatever I want?" You tease

"Don't be ridiculous I just meant we should go there not that it was some sort of gesture of affection."

"Silly me, I could've sworn in all of your returns to my stall and almost exclusively mine that you'd been looking for someone to hold at night."

He clicks, his teeth with a long exhale. "Forget that I even asked." And with that he high tailed it away. You weren't sure if you'd seen it correctly but you could've sworn you noticed a light pink bloom along his cheeks.

"Seriously?" Rainer huffed smacking the broom he was holding against the floor with a hand positioned on his hip. You merely sighed rolling your eyes and choosing not to engage. Thankful when he didn't push the topic further and just began sweeping again.

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Once your break actually did begin you found yourself taking a walk down Treasures street. Your shoes clicking along as you peer between the buildings and around the recreational spaces. Until you'd strolled into the Tavern at the end of the street. Your senses soon greeted by the warmth of the atmosphere and the scent of grilled meat and Charcoal cakes.

You turned to seat yourself at the table in the farthest corner when you saw something that peaked your interest instead. Unconsciously your lips upturned and you headed in the direction of his table seating yourself in front of him.

He doesn't say a word, just glares a bit but you decide to pay it no mind, grabbing your book from your satchel to begin your normal day to day scribbles. You flip to the page before it and read over the notes you'd take the day before only to be interrupted as you scan.

"What are you always scribbling in that book?"

"My progress." You remark without looking up.

Wanderer simply sighs, "Do you want the rest of this? It's not bitter enough for my taste." He slides his plate across the table to you setting his elbows onto the wood.

You take up his offer, taking a quick bite before returning to your book. Though you quickly look up again to see him staring back at you. "Thanks for the food." You say with a smile. He blinks down at your book instead of answering. "It's just notes based on my training regimen. Everyday that I push myself past my previous limit I write down how well I succeeded and how much of my powers I can use currently without fainting or feeling weak."

"How well does it normally work?"

"In the last week I've made no progress." You sigh with a shake of your head, jotting down the hours you spent hitting targets you'd set up with bolts of lightning. "Happens pretty regularly though, sometimes I can go two to three weeks without progress."

He grows silent laying his back against the wall behind his chair. You find yourself thoroughly enjoying the silence however as you'd never experienced enjoyment in being around anyone like this before. Rainer never shut up, always feeling as though he had to keep things from getting too silent. And you definitely couldn't tell him anything because of how loud he talked.

"Your spelling is atrocious and so is your handwriting in general." He randomly butt in.

"Oh, so we're telling the truth now?" You sit up, slapping your pen down on the table.

"You're the one that sat here. You could've gone anywhere else." He pulls the pen from where you'd laid it down taking your notebook as well. A bit forcefully.

"Hey." You grumble walking around the table as he begins to write in your book. When you peek over his shoulder, you notice him slowly correcting your spelling, crossing words out and rewriting them. "Who said you could write in my book?"

"Did no one every teach you how to write? Seriously.. your spelling, the way your words dip down the page. You must go through twenty pages in a week and a half."

"I never asked for your opinion." You grumble, though it doesn't have the bite you'd like.

He slides the chair next to him out and points to it without looking up. "Hurry up and sit I'm going to show you proper spelling and punctuation."

When you get into a fight.

You felt particularly pumped today so when a group of eremites bugged you while you took your normal walk up to Gandharva Ville, you didn't mind settling the score with them. It'd been fairly easy to beat them down though you did feel a bit fatigued by the time the last one fell. You heard the click of shoes and as you turned around you saw the one and only Wanderer walking up the path.

He slid a heel into an unexpectant eremites chest causing the poor sucker to wheeze before flopping against the ground.

"So these guys were your doing, huh." He kicked up some dirt stopping in front of you.

"Yeah, I nailed it. I think that was the best I've ever fought." You pant, trying your hardest to catch your breath.

"And yet you seem-" A yell makes the two of you turn and before you can properly make out the new group of eremites jogging your way. Wanderer shoves you back. "Get out of here, now."

"I don't need help, I can take them!" You grunt, you launch yourself at one, electricity surging in your fist but it quickly dies away. "Ugh!" Suddenly your collar is snatched and you feel warm arms around you. For just a couple seconds you peer back at Wanderer as he holds onto you, a large slender staff coming down against his back. He grunts angrily and then the warmth is ripped away and you're being shoved again.

"Fuck off already!" This time you actually do leave, hightail it all the way into the forest and beneath a tree as the sounds of shouts die down.

You try once more to conjure literally any of the elements you wield but soon find yourself frustrated and a bit dizzy. When you flop to the ground, your journal flips open, colliding with the mud. You shake the gross substance off with a grunt and as you do the pages flip open a smidgen. Along the margins are tiny words. You recognize Wanderer's handwriting. Snarky comments and tiny arrows he'd drawn to indicate things that needed to be fixed.

You gulped reading it all over again. You slide your back up the tree edging yourself forward to head back but before you can you're greeted with a dejected Wanderer. He rubs his elbow with a deep sigh and when you approach he puts a hand out taking a step back but you ignore it.

Your arm slides warmly around to his back and you can feel the scratches where his clothing was ripped. He doesn't acknowledge your affection nor does he embrace you back. Opting to stand still as you hold him.

"You're warm.. but.."

"I'm not human.." He says as though he'd guessed your thought process. You can't quite tell how he's feeling from his words alone. You let him go and he staggers back a bit.

"Let me.. take care of your wounds at least."

"Don't bother." He shakes his head but he doesn't leave. You almost want to kick him for how stubborn he's being.

"It's my fault you got injured just let me take care of it. Consider it payment in some way for the time you wasted teaching me how to spell."

He doesn't reply for a minute you think he's going to turn around and walk away. His eyes shifting back up the path but instead he takes a seat where he's stood. Your eyes grow wide and you rush to his side quickly realizing you don't have much to patch him up with and instead just work to clean his injuries.

"Well if you're not human, what are you then?" You ask as you rub a thin scratch along his back with alcohol rub. He doesn't speak and for a second you think he's ignoring you but his words soon come. Mumbled and low as he says the words,

"I'm a puppet."

What the masses think of your relationship

Nahida had immediately been over the moon to meet you. Though she didn't understand the kind of relationship you two had because Wanderer simply introduced you by name and nothing more.

"Welcome welcome! Wanderer hasn't told me very much about you but I'm grateful that you could stop by. He's been out almost everyday since the date I perceived a change in his behavior. I assumed he'd made a friend but I wasn't sure he'd introduce me."

You cross your arms over your chest sending a glare Wanderer's way. He shifts his gaze away with a tiny smirk.

"Ah, I apologize did I misconstrue your relationship?"

"I'm his partner." You say matter a factly

"Please refrain from making a big deal of it." Wanderer sighs, nearly staring daggers into Nahida.

"Aww even better!" Nahida giggles with a clap of her hands. "I hadn't imagined you'd socialize enough with anyone to achieve a relationship like this. You must be quite special to him."

"Buer.."

"Oh? Is the reserved and distant Wanderer a little embarrassed?" You tease, sticking your tongue out with a small giggle.

"Name.." He grunts

"There's no need to be embarrassed about this Wanderer. I'm thankful that you trust in me enough to share such an intimate chapter in your life and I'm also thankful that you chose to create new bonds after the chaos your life has previously thrown at you. You're doing so well now."

"The sooner you both stop talking the happier I'll be." He says tugging the brim of his hat down to hide his face.

"Though perhaps I should've guessed. He was always buying all that fruit and never eating it. He's not particularly fond of Sunsettias as you've probably realized."

You could see Wanderer in the corner of your eye grinding his teeth in disgust but the only word you could manage was, "Oh."

Oh..

☆

With Traveler however it's a bit more straightforward.

The two of you had just been enjoying a meal when the Traveler and Paimon had walked up immediately acknowledging Wanderer.

"Hey, since when do you go to lunch with people?" Paimon asked turning to look at you. Traveler turned as well with a simple hello.

"This is Name, my partner." Wanderer replies

"Wait what?! Partner as in?? Romantically partner?? Or partner as in organized crime?"

"Take a wild guess." You smile menacingly, folding your fingers and leaning toward the pair in front of you.

"Obviously romantic." Wanderer scoffs in irritation.

"No, no way. You in a relationship with someone?! That's impossible! You're.. you're.. you!"

"Well, wilder things have happened." Traveler finally comments

"Whether or not you believe me is something I care very little about especially since you've interrupted the quiet atmosphere. I'd suggest you both refrain from sticking around here any longer. This is a private gathering" He said, eyes dark almost piercing.

The traveler soon shooed his companion away with a small apology as they both exited the recreational area. Allowing the two of you to have your time again.

"How does the Traveler deal with that.. floating thing? Does it have some sort of off switch?" You ask once it's just the two of you again.

"Ignore that, we were discussing something more important."

☆

The next time the two of you meet Traveler and Paimon it ends up being a bit different.

"Ugh, fine fine Paimon owes the two of you an apology for how she acted before. It was rude of Paimon to say those things about your relationship. Paimon is sorry."

"So you never use the word I? You just repeat your name constantly to refer to yourself?" You question with a raise of your brow.

"Hey! Paimon is trying to apologize. The least you can do is pay attention!"

You turn to Wanderer, "Wow that gets old quick."

"Hey!"

Traveler crosses their arms, "We just thought you two could use an apology."

"Save it. We didn't exactly lose any sleep from our previous encounter. It doesn't matter one way or the other." Wanderer replied

"Ugh you two were made for each other you're both annoying to talk to!" Paimon stomped

"Ditto." You say with a wave as the two leave.

He soon becomes your most important person

"What do you plan to do if they return?"

Wanderer had helped you set up the few belongings you owned in a tiny cabin far far off the beaten path. The dark forest atmosphere perfectly secluding this once abandoned eremite cabin.

"I'll be fine if they come back but if you're that worried why don't you stay with me for a while?" You watch as he rolls his eyes, heading to the corner to place his hat on the dusty desk, clearing away a bit of the dirt first.

"You should heed my warnings instead of brushing them off with one of your snarky comments. Especially when you still have problems controlling your strength or using too much of it and becoming a target

"Whatever, I'll be fine."

You flip yourself around, tugging the pillow you'd gotten from Rainer into your chest.

"Don't tell me your feelings are hurt."

"Just leave already. I'll be fine for the night."

You hear the click of Wanderer's heels against the ground but instead of leaving he stops just behind you. Tugging the pillow from your grasp. You hear it hit the floor but you don't turn around. You feel the bed shift and hear its creaking as he takes the pillows space, pulling you into his arms. You don't say a word and for a while you don't even reciprocate the affection.

"Quit being a brat." He whispers and it lacks all the bite Wanderer normally has towards everyone he interacts with.

"I'm going to get stronger." You whisper into his chest. Fist clenched as you hold a fist full of his shirt. "I'm going to kick my former boss' ass someday. I'm going to be strong. I am."

He tugs you in tighter, his chin resting on the crown of your head. "Train with me for now. I'll make sure you're prepared when that day comes."

Your arms meld around his waist tugging him in closer and the two of you quickly fall into comfortable silence. Before you could even realize it yourself, you were drifting off to sleep. Face flush against Wanderer's soft chest.

His voiceline about you

Sighs. Name is beyond reckless. Takes on unneeded fights with such blatant disregard for the harm it could do. Heads off and just disappears for hours on end. It's all so irritating to put up with. Sometimes I think I'm the most mature one in this relationship. That can't possibly be a good sign. What? You think this is funny? What do you mean irony??

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x reader fluff #genshin impact x reader fluff #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #wanderer x reader #wanderer x y/n #wanderer fluff #a little Paimon slander for the soul

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It Ain't The Whiskey

"You climb the rest of the way up, and settle down behind him, wrapping your protective arms around his small frame.

He takes note of your trembling hands, and gently wraps them in his.

He takes a deep breath in, thinking for a moment, and breaks the silence.

'You smell like chocolate… and coffee.'

You huff a little, more of a laugh than a noise of offense, and nuzzle your face down into the soft black hair at the nape of his neck.

'Mhm..' you hum, and pull back, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. '…and you smell like wine.'”

Pairing: Venti x Reader - Established Relationship, GN!Reader

Word Count: 6,831

Synopsis: One too many people give their two cents on Venti- both his appearance and his music, leading you to learn something about the God-turned-bard that you'd already suspected for a long time.

Contains: Angst, Excessive Drinking, Fear, Graphic (?) Descriptions of Violent Thoughts, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Past Trauma, Implied/Suggested Past Sexual Threats, Reverse Comfort, Slightly Possessive Thoughts, Unwanted Suggestive Commentary

(I don't think the fic is as dark as the CWs make it seem I just want to be thorough!)

A/Ns: This is fic 2 of 16 that I'm doing based on combining prompts from this list! (maybe I'll have them all up by the end of the year lmao)

Day 2 (Wisp) & Day 17 (Drunk)

Title is from the song that inspired this fic- 'It Ain't The Whiskey' by Gary Allan.

Lastly, some context- Reader is part Riftwolf, can manipulate all seven elements but has an affinity for Geo.

Believe it or not, Venti isn't everyone's favorite bard in Mondstadt.

He's popular, sure, but even he can't possibly please everyone's taste in music. Having lived for as long as he has, he isn't usually bothered by the occasional negative comment made about his performances. But you've watched some people be downright mean to him about it and he still won't retaliate. He always responds in the same friendly tone, no matter how harsh some people's words are. Like maybe if he's nice enough, it'll rub off on them too.. or something. You're not really sure what his reasons are for the way he behaves sometimes.

You love him regardless of his tendency to be a bit of a pushover. Besides, you can and have been aggressive enough to balance out his gentle nature on many occasions. Not to him, mind you. You're not sure if you could be aggressive towards him if you had to. Towards everyone else though.. your tolerance for bullshit is low. You've finally found some peace, and you're going to protect it.

It's almost funny, how different the two of you are. He's too nice, you're too mean. He's passive, you're aggressive. He's light, you're heavy. He's bright, you're dark. He's warm, you're cold. He's loud, you're quiet. He plays with the wind, you command the earth. He fights from a distance, you run straight into the fray. He takes his hits and you put up a shield.

He was kicked out of heaven... and you crawled out of hell.

He's taught you many things since the two of you met. One of those lessons being- some things don't get easier to handle with the passage of time. If you don't treat them, if you don't nurse the wound... some things actually just get worse.

You're working the bar alongside Charles at Angel's Share tonight.

You didn't expect your appearance there during Bartender's Academy Week to turn into such a popular event, but even after all this time, wherever you go in Teyvat, a crowd seems to follow. So, after it was over, and when Diluc realized that he wasn't going to be able to escape the never-ending questions from patrons about when you were going to return, he offered you a part-time position. Well, really, it was more of a- "I know you're busy but could you please stop by the tavern and work a shift whenever you're in the area so they'll stop pestering me about it" -type of offer, if you were to quote Master Diluc verbatim.

So, your appearances slowly became more and more frequent as you began to fall in love with the job. You weren't really in dire need of the mora, you just genuinely loved being there. After many, many years of traversing worlds, fighting Gods and monsters alike, settling down for a while and spending time in Mondstadt was a very welcome change of pace. Mixing and serving drinks, chatting with your favorite people, and- of course- watching Venti in his element.

Standing in your spot behind the bar, your left hip is propped against it, leaning back with your shoulders against the wall in the far right corner of the room. You close your eyes for a moment, breathing in deep and listening to the sound of your partner's voice filling the tavern. Looking down, you stir and sip on a hot, fresh Moonlit Alley that you’ve just made for yourself, cradled in your always-cold hands. Your third of the evening, actually. Another perk of working here, besides admiring Venti in your free time, is making your own drinks. Honestly, with the fact that both you and Venti drink here for free, and that Diluc’s paying you, you’re not sure how he isn’t losing out on mora here. You’ll file that question away for another day, you suppose.

Charles has stepped out the back door for a break, leaving you to man the bar for a little while. Fine by you, considering that business has slowed down considerably for the day anyways. The evening has slipped into night, and the usual rush of customers has settled down to just the regulars that tend to stick around until closing.

Venti, in his usual high spirits, has haphazardly kicked his shoes off and perched himself atop a table in the center of the room. Sitting with his legs crossed and lyre in his arms, he’s currently performing one of the songs he plays most often. You know it by heart at this point, with how much you hear him strumming the tune, but you could never get tired of hearing him sing.

The same thing cannot, apparently, be said by one particularly inebriated individual sitting at the far end of the bar you’re leaning against. He’s been unpleasant all evening, grumbling to himself about one thing or other underneath his breath. You been trying to be nice and not bother him, hoping he’ll drink his fill and stumble on home sooner than later, but things never go as smoothly as you hope when alcohol is involved.

Without warning, he slams his fist down on the bar, the impact and the noise causing you to flinch. The sudden movement sloshes your drink all down the front of your shirt, and you quietly curse. The music coming from the other side of the tavern immediately ceases, causing you to look up and momentarily lock eyes with Venti. You see something alert and intense flash in his eyes and the next second it’s gone- replaced with his usual half-lidded, relaxed, ten-glasses-and-seven-shots-in expression. He saw the way the man made you flinch.

Before you can register what could have possibly set the man off, or question Venti’s momentary break in character, the man is stomping his way over to the group of people gathered around the bard.

Well, stomping may be putting it generously. While he is of a pretty large stature, and his loud, drunken movements are a bit intimidating, he’s more-so stumbling than he is stomping. Which is intimidating in it's own right considering he looks like he could and would crush any unfortunate soul he happened to land on if he fell. He gets a little too close to Venti for your liking and you don’t understand why your body won’t move. You want to go over there. You want to put yourself between Venti and this threat. You want to knock him on his ass and drag him out the door after the way he’s been acting all night.

Instead of doing any of those things, your feet stay glued to the floor and your back stays pressed against the wall behind the bar. You can’t believe yourself. You’ve fought literal Gods and you can’t make yourself face one angry, drunk man. Maybe you really have gotten soft, spending so much time in a place as safe and calm as the City of Freedom.

You suddenly remember how Barbatos said he'd help you learn about peace and composure. How to cope with your innate urge to fight. You're starting to think that maybe you've learned too much, because now your body can't decide what to do with itself.

With Venti’s intimate connection to the wind, he can easily hear how rapid your breathing has become, even from the other side of the tavern. He can tell that you’re fighting with yourself over what to do here. Wanting to defend him, and wanting to hide. Not knowing which side of yourself to obey.

Venti knows you. He knows what you'd do to the man if you got your hands on him. When you look up again to watch the scene unfolding, he catches your eyes and whispers something that somehow, only you can hear.

“Stay where you are, love.

You know I can handle this.

It’s okay. I swear.”

Of course, leave it to Venti to speak so poetically while you’re having an internal crisis.

His words do distract you enough to calm you down a bit, though. You try to focus on your breathing as Venti shifts his attention to the man who has braced himself against a table, thankfully not trying to get any closer to Venti. Apparently he just wants someone to yell at, given what comes out of his mouth next.

“Do you even KNOW any other songs?!”

Venti cocks his head to the side a little bit, doing a great job of looking genuinely confused at the man’s words. He keeps any hint of offense out of his voice when he responds, friendly and upbeat as ever.

“Uhm.. pardon me, Sir? I know many songs! If there’s something else you’d like to hear, I’d be happy to play it!”

How he can be so kind in the face of cruelty will never cease to astonish you.

Images of him on the ground in front of the cathedral flash in your mind. The way he refused to fight back against Signora. You remember ice, and hands forcing you down to the concrete. You remember being weak. You remember burning rage. You wanted to claw your way inside her chest and tear her heart out for having the audacity to lay hands upon your God.

You wish he’d quit letting people take their anger out on him, but... maybe he knows something you don’t. Maybe he feels responsible to take these people's rage. Maybe.. maybe he’s just too goddamn passive. You quickly dismiss the upsetting images and thoughts, shaking your head so hard it makes you dizzy for a moment. You do not have time to be caught up in the past right now.

You tune back in to the man’s slurring words.

“Oh, don’t give me that act, bard. Sitting here all pretty in that little outfit... trying to.. tryna’ be all cute and polite 'n ssshit.”

You bristle upon hearing the man call Venti pretty like that.

You know what he's implying and it makes you want to wrap your hands around his throat. Dig your razor sharp nails in deep. You'd watch as his skin beneath your hands begins to dissolve in response to your Corrosion. Watch his blood seep out between your fingers. You want to make him beg for your mercy. Make him repent for uttering such words in the face of a God.

You want to.

You need to move.

Why won't your fucking feet move.

As you silently fight yourself, the man keeps speaking.

“You’re no better than the rest of us drunkards here and you know it. Comin’ in here every night and slammin’ drinks back, pulling out that fuckin' harp 'n playin’ the same. damn. songs. every night."

His fist slams down on the table over and over as he speaks, emphasizing his words.

You flinch every time.

Why can't you breathe?

He sweeps his arm out across the table as he stands up, knocking a bottle and two mugs off in the process. You hear the glass bottle shatter, and watch the spilled alcohol spread out across the floorboards as if in slow motion.

"I’m sick of hearin’ it!”

The room quickly erupts into a cacophony of drunken arguing. The well-meaning patrons jumping to Venti’s defense would have been heartwarming if it weren’t for the chaos being created, the burning hot coffee soaking your shirt, and the indecipherable look on Venti’s face. He’s still sitting there, an almost hurt look in his eyes, gripping his lyre tight as he watches everyone argue around him. He doesn’t look scared as much as he looks... disappointed. Concerned. Solemn.

Sober.

Your eyes break away from Venti when Charles comes into your field of view, and you barely register him asking if you’re okay. You nod on instinct, dismissing the mess on your shirt and the counter, far too focused on the ever-rising voices arguing in the background. He turns his attention to the man that is continuing to cause a scene, and quickly makes his way over to diffuse the situation.

“Excuse me.. Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave..”

As Charles uses his years of experience dealing with drunk, upset people to bring the arguing to a close and ushers the men out of the tavern, you just can’t stop watching Venti. He’s acting so.. different. The way he instantly went from loud, drunk, almost tripping over himself climbing up onto the table earlier, to now, looking as sober and solemn as ever.. it’s odd.

He takes a deep breath and dismisses his lyre back into the void. Your eyes follow him as he gingerly slides down off the table, quickly slips his shoes on without any trouble or sign of losing his balance, and quietly makes his way up the stairs to the second floor of the tavern.

Like he was never even drunk in the first place.

Like he was acting.

As the last of the customers leave their apologies and payments at the bar and make their way out of the tavern, you finally pull yourself out of your thoughts and back into the present. Your breathing is still shallow and fast, but your feet will move again, your body finally obeying the commands you’re giving it. You curse yourself over and over for freezing up the way you did.

Grabbing a towel, you start wiping up the mess on the counter. Your racing thoughts wander to places you don’t want them to go.

If that man had wanted to.. he could have…

He was close enough to Venti to…

Would he even have defended himself if that man had…

You weren’t there to protect him.

Charles comes back in as you’re attempting to soak up the worst of the drink you spilled out of your shirt.

“I’m sorry. Should’ve known the moment I went out on break somebody was gonna cause a scene.”

He watches as you aggressively scrub at the mess, honestly just making it worse.

He cocks his head at you.

“You sure you’re okay?”

You realize your efforts to remove the stain are pointless. You breathe a heavy sigh and turn your attention to Charles.

“Yeah… yeah man, I’m alright. I’ve faced far, far more intimidating things than some big drunk guy yelling a bunch of nonsense. You know me. I’m good... he just caught me off guard.”

Why do you feel like you’re lying?

You’re fine.. right?

You wished your voice sounded more sure of your words, but you can’t really help it at this point. You just want to go find Venti, but you continue trying to explain yourself. Charles is already more aware of your.. issues than you realize but he listens nonetheless.

“The atmosphere here is usually so calm at night, and I was just watching Venti like usual and.. I don’t know. That guy’s rage just came out of nowhere and made me jump. I’m fine. Honestly.”

There’s something knowing and empathetic in Charles’ eyes.

“Alright, well.. if you say you’re okay, I believe you. But still, Venti seems to have vanished, you've clearly had a long day, and I’m sure you want to go home and change clothes. Why don’t you let me clean up here and you can go ahead and head out?”

Wasting no time, he's already started picking up the pieces of the broken bottle on the floor.

As tempting as the offer sounds, you feel bad just walking out of here like this. The mess isn’t that bad but still…

“I- I can’t make you do that, it’s not even your mess and it won’t take that long to clean up.. I mean-"

You stop speaking when he turns around and gives you a pointed look, a kind smile on his face.

“I’ve cleaned up this tavern by myself more times than I can count. If I really didn’t like it, I wouldn’t work here. Seriously, don’t worry about it. I’m happy to wrap things up here.”

You sigh, making a mental note to pay him back for this favor, and you gratefully accept his offer.

“Okay.. okay, yeah.. thank you, Charles. I really appreciate it.”

You quickly make your way over to the stairs, following the fading trail of Anemo feathers that only you can see.

“Hey, don’t mention it. Just go find that boyfriend of yours before he disappears into thin air again.”

Charles laughs a little, a lighthearted sound, as he says that. You process what he said about halfway up the stairs and you whip your head around to look at him. You almost speak up to ask how he knew you were following Venti's trail but he’s already made his way into the back room to gather cleaning supplies. You shake your head, deciding to let it go because right now… with the way he worded that… you are too tired to try and figure out exactly how much he really does know about Venti.

Besides, bartenders are good at keeping secrets.

Venti isn’t on the second floor. Your elemental sight tells you that he didn’t sneak his way up to the storage room on the third floor either. Following the little Anemo feathers that Venti leaves in his wake, you instead are lead out to the balcony. Stepping outside, you immediately take in a breath of fresh, cool night air. As much as you love spending time inside the tavern, the first deep breath you take after exiting the establishment is always a welcome relief.

It would be even more relieving if Venti were out here, but of course, he’s never been that easy to find.

The trail of Anemo feathers has ended in a sizable group of them scattered across the edge of the balcony. Almost like he summoned the winds to take him up higher…

Oh.

Of course.

He’s on the roof.

As you make your way up to the top of Angel’s Share, you hear a familiar sound. It’s not a sound you’d ever heard before coming to Teyvat. After all, nowhere else you’ve been has had creatures such as these.

Peeking your head up over the edge of the roof, you see exactly what you thought you would. He's sat down, straddling one of the higher ridges atop the tavern. Several little wind wisps are hovering around him, chirping and speaking to Venti in a language you’ve yet to understand. They’re flocking to him like he’s their mother or something.

Hm.

You quickly file that question away for another day, too.

You haul yourself up onto the roof, as gracefully as you can after the night you’ve just had, trying not to disturb any of them.

Venti’s head tilts, looking down at you. He looks so tired… and there’s a quiet sadness in his eyes. It’s times like this that he looks a lot less like Venti, and a lot more like Barbatos to you. To the unfamiliar eye there probably isn’t much of a difference, but you know him better than that.

It’s something in his face. Something in his eyes. In the way he carries himself, and the way he speaks. It’s subtle, but it’s there. A knowing look that can only come from centuries of experience. A sort of… quiet acceptance.

He is fascinating to you, but you didn’t come up here just to stare at him from afar.

Nodding towards the wisps flitting about all around him, you softly speak.

“Do you think they’ll flee if I get any closer to you?”

He smiles a little bit at your question, his eyes soften, and he shakes his head slowly.

“They’re not afraid of you. I’ve told them who you are. You're welcome to come closer if you’d like.”

He says that like he doesn’t already know how badly you want to wrap him up in a hug and apologize for everything that happened this evening. You know it’s not completely your fault but you still feel so guilty, like you could have done more. Like you should have done more. Like you failed him when your body betrayed you and chose to freeze instead of fight.

You climb the rest of the way up, and settle down behind him, wrapping your protective arms around his small frame.

He takes note of your trembling hands, and gently wraps them in his.

He takes a deep breath in, thinking for a moment, and breaks the silence.

“You smell like chocolate… and coffee.”

You huff a little, more of a laugh than a noise of offense, and nuzzle your face down into the soft black hair at the nape of his neck.

“Mhm..” you hum, and pull back, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of his head. “…and you smell like wine.”

You look down and watch as his hat, discarded on the roof beside him, begins to float a little bit. Before you can even be properly confused, one of the wisps slips out from underneath it, and chirps in success as it ascends to float around with the others.

“Did you trap that thing underneath your hat?”

That gets a proper laugh out of him, albeit a small one, and he shakes his head again.

“No, of course not. I'll have you know that it crawled under there of its own volition.”

He gently reaches out and slowly picks his hat up, revealing two more wisps cuddled up together like they were camping and his hat was the tent. They chirp loudly in protest of having their cover blown. Venti smiles.

“They like to hide in there sometimes, what can I say?”

You watch as he gently places the hat back down over them, and reaches back to his lap to take your hands in his again.

They’re shaking a bit less now.

You think for a moment, and speak again.

“They’re really cute, you know. How they’re so playful with you. They really trust you, don’t they?”

He nods, slowly reaching one hand out and holding it open in the air. One wisp flies over and gently lowers itself into his palm, curling up into a ball and resting there.

“We’re like family, you know. They know that I’ll protect them.”

Watching him like this, perfectly still, calm, steady and gentle, it’s really hard to believe that less than an hour ago he was just drunk off his ass, throwing back shots and climbing on furniture to sing whatever song was requested of him next.

Like, really hard to believe.

You figure now is as good of a time as ever to ask the question that you've been sitting on for quite a long time now.

“You’re completely sober, aren’t you, Venti?”

To his credit, he doesn't even seem caught off guard by the sudden question. He knows that you've suspected this for a while, and was almost waiting to see how long it would take you to figure him out.

He nods, looking straight ahead, out over the empty streets of the city. From your position behind him, you lean to the left, around his side to try and see his expression better as he answers you.

“I always have been, love.”

You breathe a sigh of relief that you didn't even notice you had been holding, and it doesn't go unnoticed by him.

"You watch me so closely... and you're around me so often, I'm almost surprised it took you this long to ask me that, Windblume."

He doesn't sound disappointed, or upset that you've figured out his secret. He almost sounds relieved.

"Well, I think I've known it for quite a while, actually, I just.. wasn't sure, and didn't want to ask until I was. I always thought that with you being.." you lower your voice even further before you speak your next words, "an Archon..."

As you pause to choose your words carefully, you slide your right hand up his arm, from his wrist to his elbow and over his bicep, stopping to rest on his right shoulder. Absentmindedly, you start to massage your thumb into the tense muscles there. He's always holding more tension than he seems to be.

"...I thought that you might just have a really high tolerance, and that it wore off really quickly afterwards, too. But then sometimes, while I watch you perform, or just joke around with people in the tavern, you seem to almost.. break character sometimes."

He hums and nods a little in response to your words, not interrupting but wanting you to know that he's listening.

"Like.. like you were acting, for lack of a better way to put it. You could snap out of it and right back in so quickly that I started to wonder if you were ever actually drunk in the first place. Just like tonight, when you suddenly broke character to tell me that everything was okay. Then, the way you watched the scene unfold and quickly slipped out of the room... it just didn't add up how you could switch so quickly if you were truly intoxicated."

Venti leans back into you and lets your words hang in the air for a moment, processing them.

"You're too damn observant, you know that?"

You're relieved when you can clearly hear the smile in his voice.

"You're right though, about all of it. Unfortunately, there isn’t enough wine in the world to get me drunk. Archons aren't capable of getting drunk on something as weak as alcohol. No matter how strong the brew, it just doesn't affect us like that. It's like trying to get drunk off of apple juice. It tastes really nice, sure, and too much of it can make you feel sick from the sugar, but it won't intoxicate you."

You hum in thought, and another question pops into your mind, though you believe you may already know the answer.

"Then, if you don't mind me asking, why do you drink so much? Or... why do you drink it at all?"

Due to the way he's leaning back into you, the laughter that bubbles up out of him in reaction to your question jostles you both.

"How do I explain it... Well, you know how you love the taste, and the experience of making and drinking coffee?"

"Yeah..?"

"Still, you don't like what the caffeine does to you, so you drink decaf instead."

Of course, he's found another parallel between the two of you.

"It's like that! I truly do love the taste of wine, and all sorts of spirits for that matter. I also love the atmosphere of the tavern. I get to be among my people, sing and drink to my hearts content, and.. yes, I do get to act like... like someone I'm not, I suppose."

He sighs a little bit, almost feeling guilty about the admission.

"I get to forget that I'm this powerful celestial being and for a while... I can just be Venti. He's a fun character to play, I guess. Not that the things I do and say when I'm 'drunk' aren't genuine, mind you."

He reaches up and does little air quotes around the word drunk, and you smile.

"I'm always me. There's just.. two different sides of me. They mix quite often, and I'm usually somewhere in between Barbatos and Venti at any given time. I'm sure you've gathered that by now."

You nod, and now it's time for you to do some explaining of your own.

"I have, love. I've definitely gathered that. Also, for the record, I love both of you, equally. I fell in love with all of you, not just one side, or one part."

You reach up and carefully tuck a stray piece of hair behind his ear.

"I don't mind it when you're 'drunk', honestly. I obviously wouldn't be with you if I were constantly upset by part of who you are. Honestly, though... you've always kind of been an enigma to me. I never pictured myself with someone like you. Not that there's anything wrong with you, of course not. We're just so.. different. It's something that's always baffled me.. given.. my past."

Venti reaches up and removes your hand from where it's toying with his hair, pulling it forward and you let him take it. You watch as he turns his head to the left in order to place a gentle kiss on the back of your hand.

It's still hard to revisit your past, and explain why you are the way you are. You're grateful for his silent reassurance that you don't have to go over it again. He already knows. The two of you have spent many sleepless nights with you clinging to his cape as you stain his bright white shirt with your black tears.

You already know you're gonna revisit tonight's effect on you at some point in the future. Venti knows that he'll ask you to tell him more about the first man that taught you to be so afraid. Not tonight, though. Tonight he will listen, and nothing more.

"I guess now I know why it never bothered me. Maybe deep down, I've always been able to tell that you're not really intoxicated. Now, are you high on life? Maybe, yeah.."

You both laugh at the expression, but he doesn't deny it.

"I mean, you do have quite the lively spirit when you're doing what you love. But I've never felt unsafe around you. I think my body knew that you weren't going to hurt me, even in the beginning, when my mind wasn't sure."

Venti feels a tightness in his throat upon hearing that you feel safe with him. He pushes the feeling down and speaks through it.

"I'm glad you know that you're safe with me, love. That's all I've ever wanted you to be, and equally importantly- to feel. Safe and sound."

From his own words, the need to protect you suddenly hits him again, and he sits up a little straighter.

He told himself he wouldn't pry tonight, but he has to ask one thing.

He needs to know you're gonna be okay.

"Speaking of, how are you doing? After everything that happened in there, I mean. I could tell that that man wasn't actually going to harm me, you know he couldn't even if he tried, but I know it still scared you. I'm truly sorry for that."

After everything, he's still putting your needs above his own.

You won't stand for that. You're not gonna make this about you.

Not tonight.

"Sorry? No, no- Venti- I should be the one saying that. He was posing a threat to you and I just... I just fucking froze. I should have stepped in to protect you."

There's frustration in your voice that you fail to hide, and you pray that he knows that you're upset with yourself, not him.

Venti leans away from you at that, and for a moment you think you've offended him. Your damaged mind is always thinking you've done something wrong. You watch as he carefully turns himself around to face you, disturbing the many wisps that had settled down to rest on his idle form in the process.

He looks you square in the eyes and counters your protest with a question.

"You do know that I'm with you because I love you, and not just to use you as my personal guard dog, right?"

You nod your head, and smile at his phrasing. Somebody once mentioned, upon seeing the two of you out in public together, that that's kind-of what you look like. Presumably due to the way you tend to watch over him so closely, ready to stand between him and the world, if need be. You're protective of him, and you make no effort to hide it.

"You didn't owe me anything back there, love. I knew you wanted to jump in. I also didn't want to further aggravate the situation. That's why I told you to stay behind the bar. I knew that everything would be fine."

You shake your head.

"Is it though? Are you fine? I mean.. the things he said... you know that's not true, right? None of it was. People love you, and your music, and it's his loss if he can't appreciate the stories you tell in your songs."

His eyes soften, and he sighs a little bit before he responds to you.

“Listen to me, dear. It is not your fault that he apparently had a bad day and decided to take it out on me. Everyone has their own taste, and it doesn't make him wrong for disliking my music. Was it out of line for him to berate me like that, in front of God and everybody?"

You can't help but laugh at him using the phrase that he picked up from you after hearing you say it so often. Of course, he's still trying to keep the mood light. He wants to see you smile, and you do, as he continues.

"Yeah... probably. It's okay, though. I can take it. I won't shatter just because someone got a little too drunk and decided to tell me their honest opinion.”

You can't help but notice that he's only mentioning what the man said about his music, and nothing about what he called him. Nothing about what he implied. You're torn between not pressing the issue and doubling down. If he's taught you anything, though, it's the importance of delicacy.

Gentleness.

You reach out and take his hands in yours once again. Your hands are steady now, allowing you to notice the slight tremble of his own as you thread your fingers together.

"I know.. I know you're strong. I know you can take it. But- but just because you can take it doesn't mean you should have to! You are so, so passive and... it's admirable but.. I don't know, Venti. I guess I just don't know how you do it. I'm afraid that you're secretly carrying all of these negative feelings and that one day they're gonna be too much for you to bear. I just.."

Your grip on his hands tightens.

"I don't want you to break on me, love."

Venti looks a little surprised at your words.

He bows his head and looks down for a long moment, taking a few slow, deep breaths. Both of you sit in the silence for a little while.

The wisps gather around the two of you again as you both remain still, and they get closer and closer to Venti, landing all over his form. It's almost like they're trying to hug him, you muse to yourself.

You eventually feel something wet land on your hand, and your first thought is that it's starting to rain.

Great, now you're both gonna be sad and wet.

You look up, but feel nothing hit your face. You feel another drop on your hand and you look down to where they're held in Venti's grip. Thanks to the fact that it's dark out, you're able to see that the liquid landing on your hands isn't clear rainwater. It's turquoise, and it's glowing.

He's crying.

For a brief moment you're too stunned to speak. You're not used to seeing him cry, but you find your voice in spite of your shock and speak to him softly.

"Venti? I-I didn't mean to make you cry, love.. I just.."

Your words trail off as the metaphorical dam breaks and his shoulders begin to shake from the force of his silent sobs.

"Oh, honey... sweetheart, come here."

You pull him further towards you, guiding him to wrap his arms around your waist and letting his head rest on your shoulder. He's so quiet when he cries, you'd never know it from just listening to him. His shaking body and glowing tears are a bit of a giveaway, though.

You rub circles over his back and he slowly but surely calms back down. He makes no move to pull away and neither do you, opting to stay together just as you are as he speaks again.

"I- I don't know what got into me.. I'm sorry."

"Venti, you do not ever need to apologize for crying, or for being upset."

"I just... I'm still not used to anyone caring so much about my wellbeing. It caught me off guard. I mean.. yeah, I get my feelings hurt sometimes. I'm not immune to the things people have said to me just because they think I'm some small, weak bard that can't fight back. Not to mention the things that have been said to me because they know I'm some small, weak God that won't fight back."

He pulls in a shaky breath and you pull him a little closer as you continue listening to him.

"I'm used to it.. I guess. I'd rather just let people speak their peace and carry on, thinking they got the upper hand, than cause a scene by fighting back. I'm tired of fighting, and over time I've learned it's often not even worth it. It's no fun having to act like things don't bother me, but over time I got pretty good at it."

Your heart breaks at the way he's learned to handle things.

You gently pull back from the embrace, wanting to see him properly. His cheeks are flushed from crying, and his eyes look so tired.

"Those words can still hurt you, Venti. Over time, they build up and if you don't process them somehow, they'll eat you alive."

He looks down as one of the wisps bumps into his arm. It looks up at him and, having gotten his attention, makes a series of noises that you can't decipher. From his response, it seems the wisp was echoing your sentiment.

"I know."

He looks away from the wisp and back up to you.

"I do. I guess my coping mechanisms aren't as fool-proof as they once were. I usually keep a good handle on it. I guess it's just gotten harder to do over time. Sometimes, I do wonder if I'm not getting weaker, instead of stronger, as time goes on."

He tilts his head back, looking up at the stars that decorate the night sky. The midnight breeze feels nice on his warm, flushed face.

"Sometimes I just don't know."

You reach forward and slip your finger underneath the bow that holds his cape together. The weight of the cape tends to pull the bow back, and it ends up pulling on the base of his neck. It looks uncomfortable, so you gently ease it forward, and reach out to pull the cape further forward across his shoulders, trying to alleviate the pressure.

You speak to him as you fiddle with his clothes.

"Sometimes, I think that all a person needs is to speak, openly and honestly, about the things that are weighing them down. Like we're doing here, right now. There's power in language. I know you know that. I believe that part of that power is in the relief we feel when we share our burdens with someone who cares about us."

Shifting his attention away from the heavens and back down to you, he feels warmth bloom in his chest at the sight of your soft, kind expression. He watches the way your lips move as you speak.

"I care about you, Venti. An awful lot... and I am always, always willing to listen to you. No matter what it is, good or bad, a song or a story, I want to hear it."

The way his focus flickers back and forth between your eyes and your lips is not lost on you. You lean a bit closer to him, and reach out to cup his cheek, still warm from crying.

You lower your voice to a whisper.

"Please, promise me you won't keep carrying all of these feelings by yourself. Someone as light as you should never be weighed down by the negativity of others, nor by the hate in the world."

He breathes in deep, and nods once.

"I'll try... to let you help more. To let you in. I promise you."

Your hands stop toying with the soft ends of his braids, and one moves to gently cradle the back of his neck. He leans into you on instinct.

His eyes fall closed as you pull him towards you, closing the remaining gap between the two of you.

You lean up and place a soft kiss on his forehead.

"I won't let your burdens drag you under, Barbatos."

You move down and place another, feather light, on the tip of his nose. He smiles.

"I will not let them."

Your lips finally meet his, and you feel him fully relax in your hold.

When you break the kiss, neither of you pull back, instead leaning your foreheads against one another and breathing softly.

Chocolate and wine pair quite well together, you think.

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harukaprism · 3 years ago

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The Ragnvindr family

Pairing: Diluc x F!Reader featuring Razor and Bennett

Word Count: 1,642

Dawn's notes: I just love the idea of Diluc adopting all of the Mond kids

Before you had personally met Diluc you had joined the Adventure Guild and befriended a very very young Bennett, the older members had adopted him and being that you normally ran errands for them you were always around him. Then you met Diluc, fell in love and married. You stayed close to Bennett and his best friend Razor as well.

You had been running your commissions late today while Diluc was at the winery, you were nearby which was nice; you were just cleaning up dealing with some slimes which was no big deal if it had not been raining. As your sword stuck the last slime you watched it explode now just leaving a mess.

"Darling!" That was Dilucs voice which surprised you. Turning around you saw your husband, wet hair plastered to his face and weighing down the mop of hair he had.

"Diluc? What are you doing here? I'm just finishing my last commission." Tilting your head you could only guess as to why he showed up and looked like he was in a rush. Then you saw the face of a member of the Adventures Guild.

"It's Razor and Bennett, no one has seen them since Bennett went on a commission and Razor went with him." Okay now you were in a bad mood as a feeling settled uncomfortably in your stomach.

"Where Geralt?" Keeping your sword in your hand you started to walk towards the men, everything bad was going through your head, what could be happening to them, where were they, and of course were your babies okay?

"Just past Wolvendom!" The man said and with that Diluc and you took off running.

Not a single word was said between the two of you, it was obvious what the plan was. Go to where they were, kill anything and everything that was holding them back and head back to the Winery with them. Not that many people knew but when you got married you told him that Razor and Bennett were attached at your hip and followed you around like lost puppies, they were basically your sons, Diluc was a but nervous about it at first naturally, but he slowly came around to having the two boys around and even helped in training them in the small amount of spare time he had.

Once the two of you reached the small area that was pointed out you saw a scene that filled your blood with venom. Treasure holders were holding a very limp Bennett up by his hair. "We thought you Adventure Guild brats would have more on you. This is honestly just pathetic."

The young boy didn't make any moves to fight the man which was concerning. He was all bloody and you could faintly see the rising and falling of his chest and Razor was groaning which was a good sign. "Diluc, are you ready?" Your husband only nodded, you stepped out into the clearing. "You know gentleman, you really shouldn't touch those who do not belong to you."

Raising your sword you pointed it at the group of men, calling upon your vision and the winds themselves. Letting the wind whip around you as your vision flashed to life; the blessing of Barbatos himself. Your vision called forth wind swords that you could control, but the next part that was coming up was your favorite.

"You scum." Your husband spat as he lifted his claymore, you could feel the heat of his vision as he essentially lit the swords around you on fire. Rushing forward with Diluc you charged the men letting the wind and fire do their work. You loved fighting with Diluc, he trusted you to have his back and he always had yours.

Once the men had been dispatched you looked at the two boys laying on the ground. "You take Razor, I'll carry Bennett." Lifting the silvery haired boy you got him positioned on your back.

As Diluc carried Razor in his arms the two of you were quiet as you started on the walk home. It was nice, obviously not the part where your boys were hurt of course, but it was like a little family adventure.

"Sorry my bad luck got you and Master Diluc involved." Bennett mumbled into your shoulder as his grip on you tightened.

"Bad luck? Benny, you don't have to apologize for that. You two were hurt and needed help, we just happened to be close." Not a total lie, you were close but still a bit away. Giving a quick squeeze to his legs you nuzzled his head with yours. "Don't apologize for things you couldn't control. And looking at your wounds you took care of most of them and Razors too, good job."

Once the four of you were in the safety of the winery you set Bennet down and fell to your knees. "Let me see." Your eyes and hands ran over the boy's injuries, luckily the ran had cleaned off most of the dirt but they still needed a bath. "I think you'll survive, but you both need a bath and a fresh change of clothes."

“You should have seen the last move I did! I used what Master Diluc taught me to deal a good blow.” His mood seemed to have lifted as you walked.

“Oh yeah? Tell me, did my husband teach you that you needed to stretch out and do yoga after you use some of the moves he’s showed you?” Glancing over at your redheaded husband who refused to meet your eye. “Figured not.” Letting out a small giggle you held the young boy close and continued your walk in silence.

Adeline and the other maids that helped out joined the four of you, Diluc had them take the boys to the bath and get them changed. You walked to your bedroom grabbing some of the fluffiest towels to dry off. “I’m just glad the boys are okay.” You handed one to Diluc and started to take off your clothes.

After the boys had been mostly taken care of and you were cleaned up, you sat at your vanity doing your skin care routine while Diluc showered. The pitter patter of feet against the hardwood brought a smile to your face. “Everything okay Razor?'' Looking at his red eyes through the mirror your heart melted. You loved these two boys so much, you never really talked to Diluc about having kids yet but you didn’t really need to when you had these teenagers running around.

“I agree, though they would have been fine without us but I am glad the guild thought to come grab us.” You watched as he let the thick ponytail fall out and fall to his shoulders. He ran the towel through his hair trying to dry it. “I’ll make sure no severe injuries are on them and if there is anything worrying we will take them to The Deconeness to heal.”

You simply gave him a nod as you worked on drying off your skin. “Sounds good. I’ll take a shower after the boys." The two of you sat relaxing your bodies, and you with your mind. The boys were safe, your husband was safe and everything was fine.

“What are you doing?” He watched curiously as you beckoned him closer. He looked better now that he had been cleaned and changed into some warm dry clothes.

"My nighttime routine. Want me to do it to you too?" You turned to face him with a smile, holding out your hand. Soon Bennett joined the two of you as they crammed onto your vanity chair. You put headbands on them to keep their hair back and out of their faces.

You were so focused on what was going on with the boys that you didn’t notice that a certain redhead had finished his shower and was watching everything. You only noticed when he tried to stifle a chuckle when you mentioned that one of your serums is sticky.

Slowly you worked on cleaning their faces with your cleanser and then moisturizing their faces. Of course they both bunched their noses up when the cool moisturizer met their skin but they seemed to be enjoying it. “Smells good.”

Letting out a giggle you put the moisturizer on yourself, the three of you sat there as they asked you questions about all of your products; you were happy to explain what they all did and how they benefited your skin.

When you met the eyes of your husband it melted your heart. His cheeks had a slight blush, had anyone who did not personally know him looked they would miss it but not you, you saw how he was throwing basically heart eyes at you and the two boys.

“Okay boys, I think it’s time you get to bed.” They offered no objections as their little bodies made their way to the spare bedroom.

“Maybe we should have children.” Diluc said surprising you. “I don’t know if you are ready-”

“Diluc, I like having those two as our kids for now.” Placing a kiss on your husband's cheek you crawled into your large bed and once he followed you and wrapped you up into his arms you both promptly fell asleep.

Just a normal day in the Ragnvindr family home.

Once the sun rose and woke you two of you made your way downstairs, Diluc started breakfast as you started your morning yoga, once the sound of the boys waking up you debated stopping and helping Diluc cook but you watched as Bennett walked up to him and started to help cook; listening very diligently to the instructions Diluc gave him.

Razor on the other hand, he sat on the second yoga mat next to you and stretched and followed your yoga routine.

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husbandohunter · 4 years ago

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A Small Predicament [Baby Genshin x Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Cursed for a week, the boys either have to live with it or find a cure as soon as possible. You on the otherhand hoped otherwise.

(A/n): It only takes ONE glance for me to start having ideas. It was twelve in the morning yall, enjoy~

Oh here's part 2

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Scaramouche

• "Oh you shrank? I couldn't tell-"

• Threatens that he will murder you to pieces and burn your remains but his voice was so squeaky and high pitched (voice crack) that you couldn't help but burst into a tearful laughter.

• Its payback time Bully him, take his hat and hover it above his head. Truthfully, without his hat Scaramouche looks like a little schoolboy. Overall less intimidating.

• Tries glaring. Cute. He's really bratty as a kid, sitting on a high chair (which you had to help him get on) and demanding his servants to do his bidding. In reality, his personality never changed. You realized that even as a grown up he still acts like this (bratty kid in a grown man body).

• The curse made his week a living hell. Signora had the audacity to pull his ear when he misbehaves. Childe constantly messes with his hair while giving head pats and the WORST of all, pinching his cheeks. Scaramouche never wanted to commit arson so bad in his life.

• Eventually finds a cure so he doesn't have to deal with it anymore and orders everyone to never speak of it again. Though, he's plotting how he'll get revenge on everyone who made fun of him using the very same curse (You better run).

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Diluc

• "Oh…Oh my! Diluc you're just so cute!"

• Diluc grimaces as you glomp him in this state. How can you help it? With his head so small it makes his hair all the more fluffier! His coat no longer fits him to the point the sleeves had made past his fingertips. He tried wielding his claymore again, only to lose balance and fall flat onto his bum

• (insert kid voice "Retribution!") Did I mention the babyface?

• Diluc tries to act as if everything was normal, acting like the Darknight hero and Mondstadt's Tycoon but fun-sized. He couldn't. There was no way people would take him seriously in business meetings. Same with fighting abyss mages, his smaller form was too much of a disadvantage. Thus you ended up doing most of his paperwork.

• One time you caught him sitting on the floor couldn't reach his office desk while reading away the various books for a cure. It was three in the morning. You told him it was way past his bedtime and he argues saying when did he ever have a curfew schedule. In the end you managed to convince him and he begrudgingly obliges.

• The type to NOT ask for help even when it's obvious that he really needs it. Before he was the one who helped you reach things from the top shelves, oh how the tables have turned. He avoids Kaeya like a plague unless he was in it for another round of funny remarks. When he wanted to go out and get some fresh air, you insisted on accompanying him. Worst mistake in his life. A travelling merchant bumps into you and commented that you had a very cute son. Diluc was mortified.

• The day ended up with him sulking in his room. Although it was tempting, you resisted from cooing over his adorable form after days of treating him like a child. It wasn't because you were teasing him, Diluc just works so hard that you wanted to spoil him a bit. At least he could still play a game of chess with you.

• When things went back to normal, Diluc ensures that you will NOT see him as your son.

~~x~~

Kaeya

• "Well look who it is, my little Prince Kaeya~"

• Tries really hard not be bothered by it at all. Kaeya still maintains his suave facade, throwing in a couple of flirting lines here and there (and forcing his voice to go a few octaves too low in which puberty has yet to occur HA). Though no matter what approach, he couldn't ignore the sparkling mischievious glint in your eye. You were obviously not taking him seriously.

• Things couldn't get any worse. He lost his masculine physique and boob window, he wasn't able to go to certain places without supervision. But the worst thing of all was that he was underaged. Kaeya hated the fact he couldn't drink anymore, he even insisted you to sneak him a few bottles (which you refused) and had to settle with plain beverages such as fruit juice (what an insult). He was never really grounded since his childhood days but he certainly felt like he was grounded now.

• Kaeya still kisses you on the lips whether you like it or not. If you ask him to sit on your lap, he will find a way to turn the position into his favour such as resting his face between your breasts. You're not gonna treat him like a kid, nuh-uh, he actively avoids it.

• Since his personality still remains, Kaeya is a naughty child. He will use his innocent appearance to sway people (even you) to get what he wants. That was how he was able to take a sip of the wine he stole somewhere (he wouldn't tell you). Diluc scolded him heavily and threatened to ban him from drinking from his Tavern for a week (they ended up arguing, Kaeya being the passive aggressive little shit he is).

• He was extremely relieved to return back to his normal form again. He has so much to catch up (specifically his bedtime activities with you *wink wonk*)

~~x~~

Child(e)

• "Hmmm to be honest, this actually suits you very much."

• Unlike the other boys, Childe was completely okay with it. Turns out that YOU were the one who was not going to be okay. If you thought taking care of Teucer was energy-draining then expect Childe to take that tenfold and beyond.

• You've officially became his full-time babysitter who is in desperate need of a raise (and rest). You can't take your eyes off of him and archons forbid that he will ever meet Klee. One point he'll be running ahead by your side and the next you'll find him getting himself in a 1vs7 situation with some shady looking treasure hoarders. Childe genuinely thinks he could take them on but the curse downgraded his abilities. You carried him and barely made out of it alive. (This made you ponder whether the best solution would be to strap him against a chair for the time being…)

• Childe being a child will eat all the candies and ice cream he pleases. You wonder if the curse also turned him a few years back or was it that he acts like this simply because he wanted to (it was the latter). He loves being spoiled, spoiled by you! Childe demands your full attention, spoon-feeding his meals, back rubs and head pats. Yep, he's definitely doing this on purpose.

• Did he just call you 'mommy'? (Childe has mommy kink confirmed). He has so much energy that it was exhausting, you literally had to drag him away from what ever he was doing in order to get him to bed. "No Childe, your sleeping time is 9p.m stop whining." He bargained that he'll sleep if you sleep beside him (you didn't get any sleep. You knew what he was planning. In the end, you tried to make sure he didn't sneak out behind your back.)

• Finally you were able to get out of that hell-hole. Childe promised to make it up to you, you deserve it after all~

~~x~~

Small (aka Xiao)

• "Did you know in the Liyuean language, Xiao translates to small?" You didn't say that out loud. Not when he's this angry (this angy)

• He just stands there, crossing his arms and grumbling. You were hesitant to touch him in case he might hiss at you. Xiao has always been short, maybe an inch taller than you, but seeing him like this made you think 'my almighty yaksha can't be this cute♡'

• He gets mad when you no longer call his name for help. How could you? He's just so precious~ Xiao makes it clear that no matter what form he takes, it doesn't make him weak ("Adepti and you mortals are nothing alike." Or so he says but you could tell he wasn't running as fast as he used to because…small legs). You may not comment on it aloud but he can tell just by the look on your face and it irritates him.

• Also the type to not ask for help but worse. Xiao is an agressive little kid, he seems as if he'll be willing to bite someone's finger off if they try to pet him (He gives strong cat vibes, so thats understandable). His spear was too big for him to wield so he often has to put it away or else he might knock someone over with it. Xiao hates being short so you'll be hearing him complain alot.

• Since he was an adepti, he didn't need to sleep however, the curse must have brought down his power by a significant amount to the point you DID catch him napping. You almost swooned out loud just by taking a glance upon his face. For once he didn't wear his signature grumpy look. Xiao appears like a normal child, one full of innocence. His snoring was soft and breathly but that just meant he was deep asleep. (You wished to take a picture).

• Of course, everything had to come to an end (much to your disappointment), he still complains about the incident to this day.

~~x~~

Zhongli

• How is it possible for a baby to still look so handsome? (Must be his godly abilities)

• Zhongli is unfazed by this 'curse' since his past lives have already taken many forms. Though for some reason whenever he walks down the streets of Liyue, young girls, mothers, ladies all come him was and start complimenting him and gushing over him (he was suffocating). They'd squeeze him tight or squish his cheeks, it only takes once glance before the little girls start blushing and hiding behind their moms.

• Needless to say, despite what form he is in, Zhongli is still able to get free stuff. He got some free candies and some free kites to play with. You had to help him carry his items. Zhongli ends up tripping too much because his tailcoat reached his feet (he decided to just take it off. You had to hold that too). Seems like he can have anyone do things for him in the end HA.

• He still got that drippy voice and you're just like ???? "What on Teyvat Zhongli, you're a kid." This is why you can't see him as one, its nearly impossible.

• Actively avoids Hu Tao and Childe. Once Hu Tao caught sight of him and chased him for hours, he couldn't stay in one spot knowing that she might just pop out of no where. Childe still spoils him, however Zhongli feels irritated by the fact the only things Childe buys him toys (its different when other people do it.)

• Everytime you guys go back strolling through Liyue, you had to hold his hand in case more women come swarming hin again. You swear that at this rate he might get kidnapped because hes just such a beautiful baby.

• Zhongli learned an important lesson after his curse was lifted: no matter how many years he lives throughout never take a form of a child.

~~x~~

Albedo

• You find him buried beneath a pile of books and had to dig him out before he suffocates.

• Albedo has the cutest eyes, they're big and round full of curiosity and they sparkle too (he has the prettiest eyes out of everyone tbh). He is the only person who is fascinated by this outcome and immediately goes in the wild to test out his new physique.

• He was always curious why Klee T-poses when she runs so he decided to try it out himself. She was thrilled to find out that she now has a little brother to play with. In the end, Albedo indulges in the games she always wanted to play but couldn't because he was too old: princess dress up tea parties.

• You felt many things when you saw Albedo wearing a frilly gown and a plastic tiara tucked on his head. Deep down you knew regardless of what gender Albedo was still pretty. Klee even had the guts to redo his hair and hardly anyone was able to recognize it was him at all. He has pigtails, PIGTAILS! You made sure to burn that image into the very depths of your mind forever.

• The only advantage was the he was ablw to fit through small spaces, other than that, being small was way too inconvenient. He knocked down a few of his potion bottles which damaged the floor (thankfully not him) because they were lethal (he wonders how Klee was able to not injure herself when using bombs). You carried him and lifted him to alot of places such as trudging through the snow because Albedo would surely fall on his face due to his small form.

• Enough was enough, he only lasted a day with this and decided to just make a potion and put an end to the curse once and for all.

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munumono · 3 years ago

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Falling asleep on their shoulders on a train || Genshin Men X GN Reader

modern au

warnings: none, no proof read

characters: albedo, childe, diluc, kaeya, kazuha, scaramouche, thoma, xiao, zhongli

Albedo : He didn't realise at first that you were asleep on his shoulder. He was too occupied to notice. Scrolling through the documents on his laptop, he suddenly felt a weight on one of his shoulder. He looked to his side to see you, peacefully sleeping on his shoulder. He looked at you for a whole minute, deciding whether to move or not. But well, you looked so peaceful that he didn't want to wake you up. He looked at his laptop, sighed, and turned it off, carefully. He took his phone out to lower the ringtone just in case it rings and wakes you up. He lowered himself to make it comfortable for you and gazed at the scenario through the glass window on the opposite side, taking in the silence between you two.

Childe : He was going through his phone that he felt a weight on one of his shoulders. He looked to the side to notice you, in deep sleep. He was planning to wake you up but he noticed your little snores, which would be a lie if he says he didn't find it cute. Letting you sleep on his shoulder, he kept scrolling through his phone. The next station arrived as the sound of the announcement woke you up. Oh dear, how embarrassing, you thought. Before you could say anything, he gave you his phone, "You can keep be the apology for later, can I have your number before you get off the train?"

Diluc : As there were no seats available, he was standing while talking on his phone about some work. As he was speaking, he felt a weight pushing him forward. He thought it was someone trying to break through the crowd, so he looked at his side. You were hardly trying to balance your very self as you leaned on to his shoulder, in deep sleep. Diluc stiffened at the contact. He tried to wake you up but the movement caused while waking you up, made you lean even closer to him while resting your head on his shoulder. He immediately tried to cage you so you wouldn't fall, which, apparently looked like he was hugging you. Embarrassed would be very least compared to what Diluc was feeling at that moment. Poor man, he even thought what if you wake up and think he is a pervert. The voice on the ongoing call kept calling his name. He took his phone close to his lips as he whispered, "Adelinde, can you inform others that I'll be late for the meeting? I can't get down on the next station, apparently."

Kaeya : Kaeya, himself, was leaning back onto the seat while trying to take a small nap. Last night's hangover and all didn't really give him enough time to sleep and, here he was, taking a small nap on a train. Kaeya is a light sleeper, so when he felt a weight on one of his shoulder, he was quick to react. Kaeya stared at your figure leaning dearly on his shoulder in deep slumber. He thought to wake you up but hesitated to disturb your peaceful sleep. So, Kaeya, out of no choice, decided to take a nap too. It will also be much better if you wake up and see him asleep, that way you will be less embarrassed, he thought. Well, you woke up to missing your station.

Kazuha : Kazuha was reading a book, full of poems. He did realise that beside him on the seat, there was a person who was in deep slumber, you. Kazuha and you were both strangers but also not. You both used to get on the same train and get off the same train, together. A relationship where you both met each other every single day but never talked to. Kazuha was reading the poems that he noticed something. Beside you two, there was a third person on your side. Slowly, you were leaning on their shoulder in deep slumber. Well, Kazuha wouldn't have bothered much till the stranger you were leaning onto started to wrap their arm around your sleeping figure. Oh dear, the way Kazuha glared at the stranger was enough haunting to them for few nights while going to bathroom alone. Kazuha coughed, eyeing the stranger as he gestured with his fingers 'they're with me'. The stranger was quick to remove his arms around your figure while Kazuha inched closer to you, carefully making you lean on his shoulder instead. He slowly removed some hair stances on your eyes, and layed his head onto your head lightly, reading his book, as you both waited for the next station.

Scaramouche : Scaramouche wasn't having it. You were sleeping on his shoulder for the past thirty minutes. He seriously wanted to wake you up and he actually did, just to get no response from you. He stared straight, facing the opposite side of the train. He looked so pissed that he even made a child on the train cry from his glare. Giving up, he sighed. He was going to get off on the next station. The next station arrived, he was about to get up while not really caring about your sleeping figure leaning on him, that he noticed something. A stranger on the opposite side of the train, facing you both, as he stared creepily at your figure. Oh dear, the moment the stranger realized they were getting stared at by someone, only to meet Scaramouche's typical death glare, they were so close to wet themselves. Scaramouche didn't stop though. He kept glaring at the stranger as if they were nothing but a piece of dirt. Which ended up with the stranger getting down on the current station even though their station was after few. Scaramouche stayed, not feeling assured that you'll be safe in your deep slumber, missing his station. You woke up after a while, to find a purple haired man looking at you with such disappointment which made you apologize not only at that moment, but, the rest of the journey.

Thoma : It was busy and crowdy on the train. Thoma stood straight with plastic bags filled with stuffs hanging on his arms as he hold you still while you laid your head on his chest being in deep slumber. You both knew each other since you both stayed nearby, barely interacting than just a 'good morning' & 'good evening'. How you ended up like this starts like this, you were standing on the train as you gave your seat to an old lady since there were no seats available. You were pretty exhausted, sleepy, every single word which is the opposite of relaxed. Thoma, being on the same train, took notice of your figure slowly dozing off to sleep. Well, you would have hit your nose or so if he didn't dash in front of you to carefully make you lean on him. Thoma stayed like this for a few minutes till the next station arrived and the crowd got off, leaving enough seats. Thoma, being the gentleman he is, carefully made your sleeping figure sit while taking a seat beside you. Carefully inching closer, making your head lean on his shoulder, he relaxed his strained muscles he got while standing for long enough. Do accept his invitation for dinner at his house after you wake up and instead of accepting your apology he throws this invitation <3

Xiao : Oh please, he is so stiff at the contact as you were laying your head on his shoulder, taking a trip to dreamland. First of all, Xiao doesn't even know who you are. He saw you for the first time on this train. Seeing your packed bag, he assumed you were visiting someone in another city, but, where does you sleeping on his shoulder part came from? He is, not at all, moving. Staring straight on the empty seats in front of him, he's just wishing for you to wake up. Of course, he won't wake you up, if he really did then he won't miss his station which was literally the last one the train stopped at. He didn't know how to move. Bonus, you kept snuggling unconsciously on his shoulder because, it was comfy✨. You woke up to missing your station, which was apparently the second last station in the list. The train all empty, and mind you, you woke up to the Ticket Examiner calling you up since it was the last station and all passengers have gotten down except you two, you and Xiao. You looked at the guy beside you who had a frown on his face as he crossed his arm looking down not saying a word. 'Tsk' was all you heard. Well don't worry, you both took another train, this time, you were fully awake.

Zhongli : How long has it been since you fell asleep? Oh, well, you might not know but Zhongli does. It's been hell lot of time. But the man, as calm and collected he is, even when a random stranger is leaning on to his shoulder in deep slumber, he didn't react. Zhongli, understood how tired you might have been since you basically fell asleep on a stranger's shoulder. He didn't move an inch, just in case he wakes you up. Maybe the calm and collected man has lost some of his calmness, resulting in a flustered mess (still collected though mind you) when an old lady commented on both of you, "Such a lovely couple you both are. I had my time like this too, with my husband, before we both got married." Ok but, it would not be justice if I say you both, Zhongli and you, looked any less than a couple. God, date already <3. Ok facts aside, Zhongli did tell the old woman that you both were not dating, which he got a reply, "Oh, my apologies for assuming that. But, saying from experience, you both should give it a try if you both happen to be single, haha." Ok but that's facts. You woke up to see Zhongli, with red tint all over his cheeks. You immediately apologized for your doing. Don't be surprised if the next day you see the same man waiting for you in the train, keeping a seat for you.

note: might have lost creative brain juice for zhongli's part <\3

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin xiao #genshin x y/n #genshin kaeya #genshin diluc #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #genshin albedo #genshin kazuha #genshin scaramouche #genshin thoma #genshin imagines #genshin modern au

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ethanharli · 3 years ago

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Requested; No, Two characters.

Pairing(s); Diluc Ragnvinder x Male Reader.

Warning(s); Hurt/Comfort, Happy ending, Mentions of poor mental health, Depression, Self loathing, Hyperventilating.

DNI; if you use she/her pronouns.

A/n- Was going to make this for four characters until I realized how long it was, so I might just make a part two, and I'll just reblog this tomorrow, I don't care how many people see it tonight.

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Tears slowly slid down your cheeks as you stared blankly at your hands, the past few days have been utter hell for you, even though nothing particularly bad happened. It was a terrible feeling, one that made your heart ache as guilt flooded through you, it felt as if it had an iron grip on your heart, making your chest hurt. Nothing bad has happened and yet all you can think of is the negative, about yourself, about how others may view you, or feel about you, and worst of all, what your lover may think of you. Those thoughts slowly gnawed at you the past few days, digging deeper and deeper into your thoughts until it all came flooding out.

You felt weak, and broken, as you always have been. You felt like you were being dramatic, that you had no reason to feel like this when nothing has happened, but that thinking only made it worse. You wondered how Diluc could put up with you, when you're so god damn broken. Why would he waste his time, when there was nothing you could offer him. Your breathing started to get short and shallow, your lungs burning as you hugged yourself, hunching over as you sobbed. It hurt, everything hurt. You couldn't focus, your head was pounding while your body ached.

The only other thing you could feel was warm hands holding your face, gently lifting it to look into those familiar ruby red eyes. "Beloved, look at me," He spoke so gently, as you tired your hardest, your sides hurt while your lungs still burned, but you tried your best to so as told. "Try and breath with me, in, and out slowly," It took a while, but you nodded, slowly but surely doing your best to control your breathing as he gently wiped away your tears. "There you go, you're doing great" He hated seeing you in so much pain, he desperately wished he could rid you of it and your struggles, but that was just wishful thinking.

"Why.. Why are you still here? aren't you tired of me by now?" You sounded so broken, the pain in your voice and the question itself catching him off guard. However, he leaned down, softly kissing your forehead before moving to sit next to you, letting you lay against his chest. The warmth he gave off comforted you as it always did, and slowly it helped settle your mind, even if the thoughts still lingered, and your body felt sore. He was there with you, and in that moment, all felt right. "Because I love you, [Y/n]" Diluc leaned his head against yours, pulling you closer against his chest as he gently rubbed your arm, "I have since we were young, your mental health has never bothered or been a burden on me, we all have our struggles, you just struggle a bit differently."

His words brought you comfort, and you moved to kiss his jaw. A small smile adoring his lips as he took your face in his hand, resting his forehead against yours, "I know what I signed up for when I asked you to be my lover, and I know you try your hardest to work on your health every day."

"I am here because I care about you, and because I love you, to me [Y/n], you are irreplaceable" You met his gaze, before pulling him in for a kiss, it was gentle, and sweet, and slowly made you feel at ease, "I love you too, Diluc."

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Requested; No, Two characters.

Pairing(s); Gorou x Male Reader.

Warning(s); Angst no comfort, Depression, Distancing, Mentions of the war and fighting, Self loathing, Small bit of arguing, Mentions of suicide.

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You didn't know what to feel anymore, you didn't even think you could feel anything at this point. The past month has left you feeling like trash, kicked around and stomped on, but the guilt you felt made you feel like you were dying inside. It pulsed through your every nerve, leaving you in constant mental and physical pain, it tore and ripped through you like a pack of wild dogs. It was agonizing, you felt like a burden to your boyfriend and the rest of the people on Watatsumi Island. Gorou was constantly planning and fighting, seeing things that brought him endless nightmares, and you couldn't even properly comfort him in his time of need, even though he'd always be at your beck and call whenever you started to break down.

A shitty boyfriend, they told you, and it rang through your head for ages. It tore through all the hard work you put into getting better in a matter of seconds, setting you straight back to square one, where it only got worse from then on. You and Gorou were doing fine, he'd come back home and rest in your arms, you'd pet his ears and let him sit in silence or hear him rant about his day, and he'd do the same for you. You'd comfort him through his nightmares and he'd comfort you when your depression got bad. You looked out for each other, took care of each other, you went on fun dates and made such loving memories, you guy's were fine. So why- why did it suddenly feel like it's not?

The comment had left you in shambles, making you look for anything that could've shown that something was wrong, and almost everything did. After a month of it eating away at you, you finally had enough. You didn't really know what to do, but there only seemed to be one option, especially since the war was still going and every little thing told you that you're a burden to him. So you sat and waited, your body tense as you tried to hold back the tears, the thought of doing this killed you, it hurt much more than anything else ever did, but you had to, you had to do it. "[Y/n] I'm back!" You couldn't help but ease up at the sound of his voice, it always made you happy, but this might be the last time you ever hear it.

"[Y/n]?" His ears flattened when he saw you sitting there, a deep frown on your face that had him worried, "We need to talk." You couldn't look at him, the worry and fear in his eyes being to much to handle as he sat beside you, "What about?" His hand rested on yours, but you quickly pulled back, trying to stay strong, "I think.. we should take a break." Tears gathered in your eyes as you looked back at him, he was frozen, staring at you with a pained expression that tore you apart. "Did something happen? Did I do something wrong?" You could feel your heart breaking, it was agonizing, seeing the person you love look so scared, and broken.

"No Gorou, you did nothing wrong, I just think we need to be apart for a while-"

"But why!" The pain and desperation in his voice was so clear, you wanted to apologize and hug him, tell him it'd be alright, but you couldn't, you had to do this, you needed to do this. "You're a General, Gorou! going through war, the last thing you need is to come home and worry about if your boyfriend is going to kill himself!" The tears finally spilled down your cheeks, voice shaking as you stared at him. He was shedding his own tears, ears pressed flat against his head as he looked at you, the look in his eyes making you feel so fucking shitty. You couldn't hold it back anymore, taking his face in your hands you pressed your forehead against his, "So when the war is over, and I have worked on myself more, I'll come back to you, Gorou, I promise."

"But-"

"Please Gorou, please don't fight me on this," You sobbed, pulling back to look at him with a small smile, "I love you so much, please don't forget that." He merely stared, looking utterly defeated as he turned away from you, "I love you too.. so just- just go" His body shook as you turned away, his sobs echoing in your head as you walked out.

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andraxicated · 3 years ago

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Genshin men as k-dramas (pt.3)

Pairings: genshin men x f!reader

Synopsis: Scenarios of you and genshin men in some of my favorite k-dramas.

Characters: xiao, diluc, zhongli, dainselif

Tags: celestia goddess reader | snezhnayan reader | retired archon zhongli | friends to lovers | streamer xiao

a/n: last part!

part 1 | part 2

Dainsleif — Scarlet heart moon lovers❤️

if someone were to know that a being more powerful than the seven archons is working as a waitress at a tavern; they would probably die of laughter and ridiculousness. and so, no one should know that a run-away goddess of celestia is wandering teyvat for millennia now.

you lived many lives in the mortal world and yet you never had a major moment of distress, except for meeting a khaenri'ahn.

the moment you saw him, you're reminded of your sins, guilt-stricken, heart wrenching at his lonely figure. you feel as if you would burn when you touch him, memories of the burning city forever engraved in your mind. 'but he's a customer' you push away any past thoughts and plaster a smile on your face, walking towards dainsleif's table.

"hello, what's your order?" a bright voice spurs unfamiliar warmth on dainsleif's chest. his gaze falls on the waitress who flinches as soon as she saw his face. 'so she's this cute waitress that's being talked about'... never before in his life was he conscious about his appearance.

"I'll take that mask off" your determined voice echoes in his mind as he feels your soft hand touching his face. the curse that formed a scar was not something makeup can cover. your purifying powers, something that you last used since celestia, can only temporarily hide the scar. rules of the mortal world must be followed by those living in it, but, you'd bend the rules a little just for him.

years of wandering and dain never felt his body relax and ease...until you touched his face. 'what were you?' his eyes open to the mirror showed before him, his face back to when it's not covered by darkness.

then he looks at your smiling face, heart beating as he takes in your beauty. you knew what he was feeling as soon as he looked at you with a loving gaze. you returned it as a smile, although it didn't reach your eyes.

you thought celestia forgot, but meeting and falling in love with dain was the punishment they had for you.

Diluc — Crash landing on you🪂

"miss! I really don't feel good about paragliding in this weather! the forecast says the wind is strong-"

"shhhh, have faith in her majesty the tsaritsa. she would never abandon any of her children or let them be put in harm's way. besides, don't you trust in lord barbatos? mondstadters says the wind will always guide them to the right places! so, don't worry about me! this is like gliding but sitting!" you say to cut off your troubled assistant in an attempt to ease his worries.

you put on your paragliding gear and equipment, ready to take off and see the world beneath your feet. 'this is it'

the cold breeze touches your skin making you shiver before laughing the bite off. as you're chilling in the air, you see the great white plains and the tall pine trees before you. zapolyarny palace on your right suddenly looked so small and the kamera man following you seemed to enjoy it too making you smile.

oh archons! may her majesty save you because an unusual phenomenon of a tornado suddenly formed before you, wiping the smile off your face. that was the last thing you remember before you passed out and got stuck on the tower of stormterror's lair.

when you opened your eyes, you're met with the view of a ruined city. no signs of snow anywhere, just a redhead with a claymore—huh??

"what is a snezhnayan doing here in mondstadt? you don't look like a diplomat to me." a deep voice spoke, snapping you out of your dizziness.

snezhnayan? mondstadt? then your instinct told you to "run" but the man was quicker in holding you back. his grip was tight that it made you wince, he saw you struggling and immediately let go of your arm.

"I'm sorry, I-I was paragliding in snezhnaya and a tornado appeared, then I passed out and found myself here." you say in a quiet voice, appealing to his sympathy and acting cute. he doesn't seem like a bad man!

diluc groans because of the aftermath of the abyss order, feeling pity for you who's stranded far from home. he can't return you to snezhnaya right now because...

"welcome to mondstadt. my name is diluc ragnvindr." diluc says emotionlessly as you raise your head in surprise. "what do you mean?" you ask as if you just heard such a ridiculous joke. you don't want to change your nationality!

he sighs and says: "as of 2am, snezhnaya's borders have closed to all regions of teyvat. no one can enter and exit as per the cryo archon's order. your homeland must be stirring something big from this spectacle they are putting." diluc puts away his claymore and holds out his hand for you to accept but you just stare at it in shock and confusion.

"you're safe here. don't worry." he saw right through your anxiety and confusion and provides assurance; that you're in an unfamiliar place without any companion. he understands, and so he must make you feel comfortable as a fellow human.

did the wind take you to the right place? you only hope so.

Zhongli — Goblin💐

everything was happy and alright when you had your mom, your pillar of support. but then when she was gone, it was like misfortunes piled up one by one.

classmates are spending their 19th birthday with their family, and you? sitting on a breakwater, lighting up candles one by one to make the ultimate birthday wish. "when I turned nine, I decided never to do this again, but it's urgent. please understand."

hands clasped tightly together, closed eyes squinted in prayer; you hope in your pitiful state, an archon will answer your prayers.

"please let me find a job, do something about my aunt's family, and please let me get a boyfriend!...save me from this misery. at least grant me one tiny..." you open your hooded eyes as your trail off in disappointment. what were you even doing? archons don't exist anymore, they have retired a very long time ago.

you just blow off the candles to end the pathetic birthday celebration. and on top of that, it looks like it's starting to rain! you began to cry out in misery because it feels like the universe hates you so much.

"was it you?" like the earth that shatters, your whole being jolts at the sexiest voice you've ever heard. you turn back and see a man holding glazed lilies; he's tall, handsome, brown-haired but...looks super intimidating.

"how did you call me?" "i didn't call you! i don't have your contact!" you stand up to defend yourself, legs wobbling from being in front of a handsome man. he's totally your style ><

your gaze lands on the beautiful glaze lilies he's holding and ask for him to give them to you. zhongli reluctantly gives you his dear flowers but becomes assured when it lights up your face.

"i always get glazed lilies for my birthday. I used to live in qingce village but then I moved to the city. these flowers are so expensive and you can't even pick them in the city." you ramble on with a pout, looking up to see the man staring at you.

"of course not, the geo archon planted those himself."

"hmmm, the geo archon...I just prayed for something just before you came—"

you start rambling about how miserable your life is and how you hope that some archon heard your voice and grants them. zhongli's heartstrings get tugged at your pitiful life, maybe your desperation called him here to answer your wishes.

"say goodbye to your aunt's family, you won't see them for a while. work hard at the chop suey restaurant. you'll do good." he says before disappearing into thin air.

you're standing with your mouth open because what the hell just happened? wait, he forgot something! the most important one T_T

"how about my boyfriend?! hello? it's a wish too!"

Xiao — Twenty five twenty one🎇

you never thought you'd befriend your quiet neighbor who's always so cold and mysterious. xiao who always takes one glance at you and then walks away with his hands in his pockets. with your opposite personalities, neither of you thought that you'd become so close with each other. him, an aspiring streamer, and you, someone who's working to get your family back on track.

"when you're not gaining attention yet, it doesn't mean your content is bad, it means that you're not discovered yet. so, take your time to climb it and take whatever you want."

in the dim, neon-lit gaming room, you say words of encouragement to xiao. his ears listen but his eyes scan your face, looking for reasons why you keep on supporting him when it's fruitless. his gaze stops at your smile, the green neon light reflecting never looked so pretty as now.

"(y/n?)" "hmm?" "why do you keep on supporting me?"

your heart stops at his question, your heart beating wildly as if your deepest feelings are getting uncovered. a stretch of silence ensues between you and xiao; looking for the right answer to give to his question. alas, your lips move on their own accord, words that you pray would forever reach him.

"because you give me hope. and I want more for you."

that was the day xiao decided to never let you go. he hopes this never ends, that you would always go by his house after school, that he would stop by your workplace when he's bored...and that growing up wouldn't set you apart.

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