#vampire hunter diluc

[carmelcholate]

{𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓟𝓮𝓽 } 𝓚𝓪𝓮𝔂𝓪 𝓐𝓵𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝔁 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

{𝓲𝓲} 𝓑𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓖𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽

Suddenly as if a weight had been lifted off yourself, your body recovered consciousness and jolted awake opening your eyes you saw a blurry figure standing in front of you. Shaking your head to wake you were instead met by one of the most beautiful shades of periwinkle that a person could have as an eye color. As the lights above you began to illuminate you finally could see however it is.

The man had dark blue hair that reached below his shoulder. His then right eye was covered by an eyepatch making you look towards his left side instead taking a closer look to his features you where a little in awe at his beauty you have never thought someone that handsome ever existed especially something out of a fairy tale.

You then began to take in the surrounding that place was now illuminated by the dim lamps above, which wasn't the case when you arrived and the place was no longer covered in dust and dirt instead everything was neatly tucked away, cleaned showcasing the lavish guest area not even a trace of anything seen when you arrived was here?

Looking towards the man again in pure confusion " Where am I " you asked clearly not gripping the situation which also seems to give the man a slightly confused reaction too but alittle amused at the same time by the looks of it his lip had slightly curved.

"Interesting don't you think? I was about to ask you the same" what business? do you have in my mansion young miss/ sir and in who's authority did you have entry to this area?

He said his silky voice deepening signaling his change in demeanour addressing his authority but the amused look on his face didn't change abit.

You quickly got up from the couch bowing your head as you refusively began to apologize about entering some else property because from the looks of it looked really abanded and in the mindset of finding shelter you probably imagined something else and where to leave right away when the rain calmed abit.

The man in response shook his head instead ,arms crossed as he leaned up against the wall looking back at you in understanding.

"Well then you should've just said so young miss/sir but I still don't understand why I wasn't notified of this entry of yours and to how you got unsupervised I might need to start giving out proper discipline especially to such unattended matters" his voice going cold but immediately changed looking back at you.

Which genuinely frightened you *how does someone's demeanour constantly keep changing from friendly to violent in just a few minutes ?*

* And what does it mean about servants you couldn't even hear a pin drop of noise since you arrived and how the hell did this place change you sweared to god you weren't't imagining things.*

You thought to your self, running through the forest wet and cold couldn't suddenly make you delusional to imagine the place look like something it was not but for some reason you wanted to mentally slap yourself, you felt slightly embrassed and guilty at the same for intruding into someone else property and the right thing to do was to leave immediately.

Apologizing once again you grabbed your backpack from below and was ready to head out but was immediately stopped by his voice once again turning from his friendly side to cold.

"Do you really think it's advisable for a young lady/lad as yourself to be roaming around such late hours of the night, all alone?"

*Well he did have a point, it was really late and still pouring outside and the way out of here is the woods which you really didn't want to deal with the occurrence of yourself being lost again at such time and evening if you did make it out the last town was properly miles away*

Sighing deeply you turned around to face the man who's expression soon changed back to normal, you nodding in agreement.

"Great then! As my guest for the night and as your host let me have the honors of serving you to night, making sure you're properly feed and have a nice warm bed to sleep on!"

He said cheerfully before lightly clapping his hands.

"Adeline would you mind taking our beloved guest's backpack back to their room?"

"Yes Master" someone whispered behind you their cold breath making you get chills swiftly from the scare. There stood a pale looking woman, her eye motionless as she held your bag in two hands before bowing down and in a blink of an eye she vanished as she was never there just seconds ago. Clearly Abit spooked you looked back to the male not able to process whatever is going on you kept silent, in return the male gave you a reassuring smile.

Gently placing his hand around your waist as he guided you towards the dinner area, *where a hot freshly cooked meal awaits*

Little did you know staying the night at this strangers place was a really really bad life decision you had chosen to accomplish yourself with.

[maryn00b]

thomaluc + kaeya i did on stream ❤️💛 + 💙

[moary-flowers-and-chess]

diluc vampire and hunter : B

[glassrowboat]

Vampire hunter AU (1/3)

Chapter 2 here

Summary: Having everything taken from him, there was only one path left to pursue: revenge.

He would follow that path until the end, Diluc promised himself the need to see a head of blue hair separate from its body all consuming, even as he stumbled. His limbs tried to tell him he couldn't go on, not even as he trekked through a forest path trying to put space between the vampire who had left his shoulder dislocated and body bruised as he followed a lone light up ahead- safety, maybe, or his undoing.

Right now, it didn't matter, for there was a path left to pursue, and he would keep marching on until dawn.

Warnings: Blood, gore, character death, divergence from canon

“Well, this just won't do.”

The voice came somewhere above him. They were chiding him, but their words were muffled through the buzzing filling Diluc's ears. At first he could have sworn it was the never ending scream of cicadas as their wings ruffle with every fluttering leaf of the trees they're hiding in, but the wet trail sliding down from his forehead and to the ground as droplets of red fall from his earlobe he was quickly corrected.

Again, the voice spoke, trying to convey something to him. He failed to make it out over his own pained groans.

Whoever this was didn't sound like a Good Samaritan, not with their obvious annoyance at his existence, as once again, he could hear them trying to shout.

The ground right next to his head was stomped on, maybe by this stranger, to signal someone was moving next to him.

Curiously, a pair of eyes peeked down at the battered and bruised body.

Another step was taken, and some animal- clearly not the person- came right up to him and started sniffing around. Whiskers poked at his skin when it nudged Diluc's head, forcing him to turn it to the side and press his cheek to the grass he had crushed when he tumbled down in a useless heap.

It gave the liquid in his ear a chance to pop.

Actually, he was able to hear every sound that filled the forest around him along with that same person scrutinizing him, now distinguished as a female, he could hear her talking. “Yes, he's bleeding. Maybe if you had alerted me sooner, you damn dog, there would be less blood on my front lawn.”

Said dog barked.

“But he clashes with the decor!”

Another bark.

Whatever was going on made Diluc just want to roll over and accept the haze, coaxing him into accepting the lingering tug at the back of his mind to simply fall asleep. At least that would be easier than trying to figure out a conversation this person seemed to be having with a barking dog.

A few seconds, or maybe even minutes, passed before the woman startled Diluc back awake with a huffed out “Fine.”

Clothes ruffled as a shadow passed over him just as a raven cawed in the distance. It was shrill, but like an alarm clock it forced Diluc to open his eyes for just a moment, like he was hoping to find the thing so he could reach over and smack it until the sound turned off. They took a moment to adjust, but that moment barely helped as his vision was blurry regardless; no doubt from the harsh hit he had received at the back of his head.

The one relief Diluc had was his ability to make out the purple fabric of a skirt covered in pleats and lace hanging from a figure who was slowly moving away from him.

So, you were leaving him to die a slow, painful death.

So much for finding some help.

Diluc shifted, all his energy going into trying to sit up with his one good arm to prop him up so he could say- well, he wasn't sure. A good riddance, maybe, or a plea for you to save him. Both options danced on his tongue as you looked back at him.

Maybe you were considering leaving him out here to become food for the birds and the maggots.

“But if you want me to help him, you have to carry him inside.”

Still, you were either talking to someone he couldn't see or the dog, but it hardly mattered when Diluc was trying to ignore the sharp pain in his shoulder begging him to lay back down, but he didn't even have the chance to try as the dog seemed to-

He had to be going crazy. Or he had a concussion. There had to be some explanation as to how the fluffy black and white creature with pale blue who only a moment ago had one of its ears up and the other lazily flopped against its head seemed to transform into something else vaguely human and with what could only be called a smirk.

On a dog.

What was it he heard about injury induced hallucinations?

“And he's staying on your cot.” You stated, making it clear there was no room for arguing with your firm tone.

“Stuck with the consequences of my own actions.” Someone said with a chuckle, right before a pair of hands slipped into the crook of Diluc’s armpits and hoisted him up.

The movement jostled him, leaving Diluc's head spinning with pain and nauseousness as the black edges of his vision started to close in again, leaving it spotted and hazy.

With a fluttering of his eyelashes, Diluc caught sight of a beautiful woman holding a painted door, just like the color of your expansive skirts, open for him as you invited him into your home.

Then everything turned black.

By the time the two men had come into your home, one with his feet being dragged across the ground as one boot slipped off as it got caught on a loose floorboard sticking out, you were already holding a bucket full of warm, soapy water with your sleeves rolled up as high as they could go. It sloshed as you set it down, almost getting the blanket hanging off the unmade cot wet with a few droplets. It's not like it would bother someone who's passed out, but you moved the bucket slightly to the right regardless.

“You don't look too pleased about having to take care of this guy.” Your familiar said with amusement clear in his tone even when he groaned at the relieving loss of weight on his arms as he set the bloodied stranger down.

The cot creaked as it welcomed the stranger into its feather stuffed mattress.

“I'm not in the mood for your comments, you mangy mutt.” Taking the washcloth you had tossed into the water earlier, you picked it up and started wringing it out.

“And to think I used to be called ‘Your Grace’.” Trying to lean back against one of the many tables covered in all sorts of jars full of animal organs, knick knacks, and a forgotten plate of sugary pastries as he spoke, it skidded over the floor.

Immediately, your familiar shot back up again with a sheepish grin.

You clicked your tongue. “Well, Your Grace, I need you to go prepare some things for our guest. The usual bundle.”

“Including my clothes? I hate having another man's junk in my pants.”

“Get over it.” Plus, you were lacking other options unless you both wanted to try and stuff this bloodied stranger into a corset.

“Oh, and before I forget-”

He was already halfway up the stairs when you called out to him, trying to get his attention long enough to remind the dog to add a bar of soap for you. There will be a need to restock, then, but the village was only a mile walk from here.

Cutting you off he said: “I know what I'm doing.”

With one last step up those old stairs, you couldn't see him anymore, leaving you with only the man at your side.

He stirred slightly, but didn't wake.

“It's been a few decades since we've had a visitor, but that mutt is as sure of the procedure for this as always.”

You wanted to blame it on his self assuredness, as always, even when you knew it was simply because he had a heart far too large for his own body and an overwhelming need to help passing strays.

Unfortunately.

“Well, it's just you and I then, mister.”

Looking down at the redhead, you took in each cut, each gash in need of treatment and a little TLC as your eyes trailed over his wounded body. He's a toned yet lean man, had those calluses on his hands your familiar pointed out when dragging the guy in implying he at least knew a bit of swordsmanship, and had hints of cute little freckles spotting his nose; surely with a bit of much needed sun they'd stand out even further.

Reaching his rounded cheeks, your scrutinizing eye was stopped short. He was young, still bore a baby face, but had faced something aiming to hurt, if not kill him.

An attempt at his life surely caused his tight expression, even in sleep.

Truly, he should be getting married to some pretty young woman and living the life of any perfect couple instead of laying here in your home.

The redhead muttered, whispering broken utterances that had you reevaluating if he actually was knocked out. Your fingers were already reaching out for a bottle of a homemade sleeping brew when you realized he was simply taking in his sleep.

“Okay, correction: maybe your dreams are with us too.”

Pulling his shirt up to reach the first gash, tearing this stranger's flesh in two, your washcloth - more like a spare rag- met his flesh. You tried not to pay attention to the fact you're wearing one of your nicer dresses as his blood seeped into the cloth and painted your nails red.

As you worked, cleaning him up and stitching the deeper cuts you caught the words vampire, Kaeya, father, and much more as he kept talking and talking with a hand reaching up, almost instinctively, to something hidden under his ruined shirt causing metal object to shine through the ripped bits of fabric.

“Now what is this?” You asked as you watched the redhead continue to toss and turn with a badge clutched to his wildly beating heart.

The sky was overcast, leaving the ground below a greenish gray as the once vibrant grass swayed with the howling winds around him. It whipped at anything within reach. His hair, the tail coats of his jacket, and the pierced skin of Crepus’ flesh right when a pair of sharp fangs pulled out of him.

Blood covered his father's neck, dripping down until it slid into the confines of his clothes.

Shortly after the fabric turned red.

Just like the color of the eyes watching him.

Diluc screamed, but the wind carried it away and towards the path he had been traversing only minutes prior in a carriage, now broken and trampled upon, as Crepus said “Good job. Now, that's my son.”

It was praise for becoming a Paladin in service of the church after all his hard work finally came to fruition. Now, the words felt hollow.

“Is there really a need for the yelling?”

Across from Diluc, Crepus' limp body dropped to the ground as the blue haired creature let him slip from its grasp. The scowl it was wearing as it spoke only showed off its pointed fangs further.

“You!” Diluc exclaimed before charging forward.

His boot hit the ground as Diluc charged forward, barely missing the handle of his once trusty claymore by an inch. He had spent years with it by his side, memorizing both its leathery grip and weight, but he was tumbling to the ground with an empty hand because he missed its hilt.

Quickly, he got up again as the creature called him pathetic.

With the claymore behind him and his unwillingness to let this thing out of his sight Diluc picked up the odd gold and red item embedded into a glove his father had been wielding when he tried to take the creature on himself. For a moment, he could have sworn it winked at him, drawing his attention to the strange mark on its face matching the one on the creature's mask; a perfect copy down to the last dot.

Without the time to stop and contemplate why his father had an item clearly tied to the very thing that killed him, Diluc pulled the glove on.

The minty blue haired man flicked his hand to rid it of the blood he had stolen from Crepus. Like his father meant nothing at all more than a quick snack.

The realization had Diluc's teeth grinding together as his festering anger flared.

A chain burst forth.

Under Diluc's behest, it moved, darting towards the man- or what could only be called a vampire with how it feeds on the ichor of life. Like an eagle, the chain seemed to soar, metal flying across the field they stood in and darted towards its prey with a pointed beak.

It was dodged with ease. Diluc didn't even so much as tear the vampire’s white jacket.

At that realization he tried to call another.

Iron clashed against something he couldn't make out properly, with the vampire’s speed causing sparks to kick up in the air.

If Diluc could overwhelm him.

More chains would help.

They could-

Just as another chain was called from the abyss, Diluc stumbled. His body fell against the wrecked carriage, hitting it on the same side one of the wheels had been torn from its axle during the chaos. Around it lay broken crates with everything they had been storing before now strewn across the ground.

If he could just do more.

More, more, more.

Diluc's hand rose, even through the pain trying to crawl up his spine in an attempt to still his actions. Diluc summoned another chain before he fell to the ground once again.

A cry was heard shouting out the word no. It came out strangled, choked, but Diluc would recognize his father's voice no matter how warbled it may be. The realization Crepus was still alive had the long rope of metal falling away, disappearing as quickly as it came; into nothingness.

“Father?”

Immediately, Diluc turned to look over at him, soaking in the sight of Crepus propped up against a lone tree and trying to hold a hand over his wound. With each passing second Crepus’ arm seemed to be getting weaker, slipping from the bite mark even as he tried to stem the bleeding. Surely, if he delayed too long, it would drop and never move again.

“Tch. Is that the best you can do?”

Stepping over him, the creature pressed a single white shoe over Diluc's hand. He tensed, waiting for the bones to be crushed, but nothing happened.

“You and that fool both had a chance to wound me using what has to be a stolen Evil Eye, but you both ended up being nothing more than disappointments. What a waste of time.”

The blue haired man stared down at him for a moment, eyes narrowed behind his mask, before he lifted his foot and walked away saying “I have better things to be doing than this.”

The last thing Diluc saw of him was the collar of his jacket being straightened.

The vampire could leave both Diluc and his father behind without a second thought while he was stuck there, barely able to gather the strength to stand so he could stumbled over to Crepus.

Diluc's knees hit the ground beneath him, barely registering the way the ground under him was wet despite the lack of a downpour and grabbed Crepus’ shoulders. A single shake didn't seem to stir him. Another only earned him a hanging head tilting to the side with a low groan.

“I'm right here. Please, just-” Shaking Crepus wasn't doing anything besides hiding the trembling of his own hands as Diluc gripped his father harder, refusing to let go as he moved to take over the job his father had been trying to handle.

“Master Crepus?”

Diluc stilled at the new voice, right before Kaeya, his brother, stepped into view. His dark head of blue hair fit the dreary skies well, blending in almost perfectly. In happier moments, he had mocked him for the mullet he was growing, but that joy seemed fainter than the cathedral’s bells ringing as you walked into Mondstadt's front gates.

“He- we-” Diluc shook his head as his explanation came short. Too much happened too fast, and he was still trying to process that on top of trying to keep pressure on his father's wounds to no avail. “We need bandages. The convoy I was escorting doesn't have any medical supplies.”

It wouldn't matter if there was, anyway, not when everything had been destroyed.

“Diluc, he's….”

Kaeya didn't finish his sentence- couldn't- but there was no need to when they both knew what he was going to say.

Diluc wanted to shout that no, his father would make it, despite the obvious truth: all the man could muster as he slowly fades from this world was a twitch of his fingers.

A slow painful death awaited him.

Or…

With a shuddering breath, Diluc pulled his hand from his father and grabbed the knife tucked inside his belt.

A sudden drop of rain came down, splattering on the blade as it plunged into his father's chest, giving him the mercy that the vampire refused to afford.

All as Kaeya watched Diluc cry under a rainless sky.

His own startled gasp was sucked in on instinct, silenced, as Diluc realized he wasn't where he last fell asleep. Even if the place he chose to rest was the dirt.

Keeping his eyes closed, he tried to pay attention to his immediate surroundings, but all Diluc could make out was that something was bubbling, forcing him to dare chance a peek at where he was.

Whatever it was popped and sounded like boiling stew as the air trapped inside the swirling liquid rose to the surface, leaving the space around him, smelling of herbs. Diluc couldn't recognize all of them, but he did pick up traces of citrus, ginger root, and rosemary as he came face to face with a giant cauldron right next to his head. So close he could have sworn that had he moved at all during his slumber Diluc’s long hair would have slipped into the fire blazing under the black pot and lost some strands to the flame.

The realization had him pulling away, even as he tensed in expectation of feeling the pain that had been festering under his skin only to find it now soothed. It was still present, but dull compared to the sharp sting it had once been.

“Oh! Look at that, I think our sleeping beauty is awake.”

The same voice- the same woman- spoke, drawing his attention. This time, your figure wasn't warped by his pained delirium, but by the steam climbing up from the odd mix of what he could only hope was a stew and into the cobweb covered rafters above. Hanging from them were bottles of all shapes, sizes, and colors filling the room with rainbows casting over every open surface with the light streaming in and catching on the glass. It tinted your head with hints of pinks and blues all the way down to the wrinkled frock you were wearing over your dress.

Diluc tried to croak out a thank you for bringing him inside and lending him the lumpy cot he was currently resting in only for his attempt at gratefulness to come out choked; broken.

You whispered a small “One second” and the stirring of the pot ceased, and the giant wooden spoon you had been using fell to the side of the cauldron's rim with a dull thud. “You were out for a few days, so you're going to need something to drink before you try talking again.”

Your statement caused Diluc to lick over his lips only for him to find them chapped and dry. No doubt they were bloody too, but it was hard to tell when all he could currently taste was iron.

“There's tea besides you, the finest brew I have thanks to someone's insistence.” Your finger pointed to a spot right next to him, causing Diluc to follow where you were directing him to find a small tea set. It was chipped in places, but the pot was waiting to have the contents inside be sipped at. Next to it was his Evil Eye, along with a few tools of his trade set aside in a neat row and shined despite being covered in dirt the last time he used them.

Counting the items in his head, Diluc looked over them only to find one was missing. His mask should have been….Looking around, he found it on the floor next to a bucket of pure red.

“And don't worry about not being able to pick it up. We fixed your dislocated shoulder while you slept. It's so much easier doing it that way. Means I don't have to worry about you tensing up and making your arm worse in the process.”

With the nagging feeling Diluc was supposed to know who you were talking about in your reference to this ‘we’ he picked up the teapot. For a moment, Diluc let himself feel its weight in his hold, testing how his shoulder was doing, and then filled the cup. With narrowed eyes, he watched the liquid amber stream full of small herb tufts he couldn't recognize fall from the spout.

There was no point in you poisoning him after saving him and he was always taught it's rude to deny a gesture of hospitality, but he still couldn't help but eye the flakes of green leaves as they floated around in circles until finally going still.

Only then did Diluc dare to drink.

“So?” You asked, just waiting for him to finally say something after having to fret over a useless lump of man in your home.

“Thank you.” Diluc said, this time without the struggle to get the words out, no matter how much trepidation was weighing down his tone.

“Thank me?” Laughing at him, you shook your head. “No, no, thank the dog.”

Over the rim of his teacup, right through the small split in the porcelain, Diluc’s eyes landed on the…well, he couldn't tell what breed it was besides the fact it was big with white and black fur, and left him feeling slightly uneasy. “Thank him?”

“Well duh!” You exclaimed, hands going up in the air only to quickly go back to your spoon to start stirring the contents of the cauldron again with a muttered string of nope, nope, nope’s.

Clearly, he had distracted you from your task.

“He's a good buddy of mine. An old pal, a compatriot, a comrade. Pick whichever phrase suits you best.”

“They do say a dog is a man's best friend.”

Diluc himself had always prefered owls.

“Though,” you said, right as Diluc was taking another gulp of tea to soothe his throat, “you think for a vampire hunter, you would recognize a hellhound when you see one. Apparently, those aren't important enough to be in Supernatural 101.”

Diluc’s fingers twitched, closing around the handle of the cup that was already precariously attached to it as he repeated the words “vampire hunter" questioningly.

“Don't play coy.” You immediately chastised, clearly not buying his attempt to act dumb. “I saw your hunters badge on your clothes as I was cleaning you up. Maybe you shouldn't wear it in a spot just anyone could see if they're trying to clean a wound or two.”

His ears burned, leaving Diluc thinking his hair did catch a stray ember from the sizzling firewood as his hand shot up to find that distinct metal badge pressed against him. It was broken from his earlier fight but still held fast to his clothing. Clearly, you didn't deem it fit to take in your cleaning.

He wasn't sure what he would have done if you did.

“Most people aren't looking under my shirt to spot it.” Diluc grumbled. “But I'll be sure to keep that in mind.”

“So you got attacked by a vampire, right?” You pointed the spoon at him, droplets of what you had been stirring falling from the wooden end and back into the mixture. “I mean with your wounds- it's just- I think next time you should let the church handle your pest problem instead of trying to do it yourself. You're clearly new to this line of work.”

“Out of the question.” Diluc's cup clinked as he placed it back down on its mismatched saucer. “I don't need help from that group. They're inefficient at best, weak and conservative at worst.”

“Not a fan of them, I take it?”

“We have different views, is all.”

With a roll of your eyes, you said: “Oh great, this one is prideful as well as mangled.”

The dog- or hellhound- barked, and you laughed in response. Clearly, he was missing something here, but if you were what he thought you were, then you could talk to your good buddy even in this form.

“You must be a witch then?”

“What gives it away? The shapeshifting mutt or the potion brewing.”

“Both, actually, and more.”

It was everything, really. The living in the middle of a forest rumored to be cursed without seemingly any issue certainly didn't hurt, neither did the few glimpses he caught of the outside of your cottage smack dab in the middle of a clearing with floating lights about, dragging a strange man into your house and not even tying them down to ensure your safety (he would of in your shoes, but he's grateful you didn't bother), or the transforming dog. It all stacked up one on top of each other to fill out a giant puzzle picturing one very simple image, even with some pieces still missing.

“Why aren't you living with your coven then if you're a witch?” Diluc asked.

“So you know that at least, huh? But the only coven within miles is the Hexenzirkel and we're-” you paused. “Let's just say I prefer being here.”

Diluc's brow rose as you avoided his question, only causing the unease he was trying to not outwardly show to become more prominent. Ignoring that nagging feeling, Diluc's mouth worked before his mind. “Forgive me, I have yet to meet a witch before now, but aren't you supposed to look different?”

“Oh you're new new to this.” The contents of the cauldron rippled as you dropped the spoon to stir the contents of the cauldron again. “Look, hunter, do you see a face covered in moles before you? And I can assure you that not a single part of me is green.”

You scoffed.

“Honestly you need to stop listening to local gossip so much. People just like to talk, and when they don't have anything to talk about, they make things up.”

“Again, my apologies.” Diluc mumbled, having half a mind to pick the teacup up again so he could occupy himself with taking another sip instead of fumbling over his own words.

“Simply be mindful. Besides that, do you have any other questions for me?”

“I do.”

“Later then, mister. I'm not going to answer you like this, not when you are so clearly in need of a bath. You reek worse than the dog.”

You clearly ignored the hellhound looking up at you as you continued to work, eyes stubbornly set away from his pointed stare.

“Now, the bath is upstairs, the second door on the right, and there's already some clothes and a towel for you.”

“But-” He didn't even know your name despite the fact you surely saved him from making your front lawn his death bed.

“And introductions can wait later.”

Diluc, just like the hellhound, stared up at you as you refused to acknowledge him any further, too. You weren't doing yourself and favors in making him feel like he had to be careful about you, but you surely felt just as cautious of him. This, along with many other reasons, was why he primarily worked alone.

But look where that got him.

Out of his jumbled assortment, Diluc finally picked a query, one he needed to have an answer to before anything else happened.

“I didn't know witches could read minds.”

“I can't, but I know a witch that can. Though, she isn't important right now. Bath.”

He was unhappy about it, but Diluc took the clear hint, shoved right into his face, and got out of the cot to make his way up the stairs.

Once again he caught you talking to the hellhound as it barked leaving the last words Diluc heard right as his feet hit the landing were “No, Wrio, I don't think he didn't drink the tea because it wasn't to his taste. Honestly.”

Then you were muffled by the bathroom door.

It opened with a loud creak, the hinges in clear need of some oil, but otherwise, the room seemed fairly state of the art even with the clawfoot tub in the middle and plants everywhere. One even seemed to reach out for him as he walked past to find the pile of clothing (that looked a little too big for him) you were talking about. On top of it lay a single scrap of paper clearly ripped out from a bigger sheet that read ‘when you're done there will be a potion waiting for you. It's best to drink it, or the witch will have your head.”

Dropping it back down, Diluc's hand once again reached up to the broken badge at his chest. It poked at his skin through the torn shirt he was wearing as he clutched at it, squeezing tightly as he stopped to simply breathe. Taking it all in. Every ache in his body, the bruises he could see reflected in the mirror to his right, and the white bandage wrapped around his head with a single splot of muddied brown in the middle.

He had been so close to the vampire he has been hunting down for all these years since the death of his father and when he finally reached someone related to that damned blood sucker he barely escaped with his life.

Another breath.

A second later, and you might have had a dead body to dispose of and not something you regarded with the same annoyance as children egging your house on Halloween. Despite how little he knew you, he could already see you grabbing their eats and chewing them out for hours.

Diluc quickly realized he'd much rather be listening to your scolding than sitting up here in silence. Right now, there was too much time to think.

His red eyes cast across the room, taking in every bit of decor you had let clutter the place until it was bursting with maximum capacity all the way back down to the note. Whoever wrote this, he could only guess it was the hellhound, had terrible handwriting Diluc thought. Right before his mind drifted back to where he was trying to avoid.

His anger.

How long did he let it control him as Diluc didn't drift but charge from place to place in search of the next vampire to obliterate without support?

It had run him as dry as the leads he chased.

What had that brought him besides isolation, constantly looking over his shoulder, and the glaring realization Diluc still had the same weakness that dragged him down when he first picked up the Evil Eye?

The witch downstairs claimed he was new to this world, and you weren't too far from the truth either. Diluc’s own naivety as a Paladin had been his father's undoing, and he refused to let it claim anyone else.

He’s not the Paladin Crepus wanted him to be and never will.

No, he has to be more.

Diluc looked at himself in the mirror again, spotting his collection of scars and bluish green patches on his skin as he decided one thing: that starts now.

But first, he had to figure out how your tub worked. It always was a challenge trying to fathom someone's else's plumbing.

[yanderehsr]

Had to make another Masterlist because each one can only hold 100 links

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Clingy behaviour, Manipulation, Kidnapping, Murder, Violence

Shenhe Headcanons

Breaking up with Childe

Jing Yuan, Blade, Luocha and Caelus with Noelle reader

Ayato, Itto and Kafka with a reader who confesses then runs away Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Blade, Kafka and Silver Wolf with attention needy vampire

March 7th, Himeko and Dan Heng with reader that has Silver Wolf powers

Breaking up with Himeko

Lyney, Freminet and Lynette with mermaid reader Part 2

Aether, Kafka and Venti with reader who refuses to eat

Jing Yuan, Dan Heng and Blade with Nilou reader

Blade, Kafka and Silver Wolf with a baker reader

How Silver Wolf, Blade and Kafka celebrate your birthday

Zhongli with an adeptus reader

Neuvillette with a Kafka reader Part 2

Nanook, Imbibitor Lunae and Dan Heng with flirty reader

Tingyun, Navia and Yoimiya with chubby reader

Tighnari, Venti, Freminet and Wanderer with reader who likes taller people

How Himeko will get reader dependant on her

Furina with a clingy reader

Kafka, Hu Tao, Yae Miko and Silver Wolf with a reader who wants a collar with their name on it

Raiden Ei, Furina and Lumine with a reader who makes plushies Part 2

Columbina, Arlecchino and Jing Yuan with a foxian reader

Breaking up with Natasha

Kokomi with a detective reader

Jing Yuan and Luocha fighting over reader

Himeko, Silver Wolf, Stelle and Bronya with Lumine reader who has a breakdown

Furina with willing reader

Breaking up with Diluc

Arlecchino and Kafka with weak reader

Breaking up with Wriothesley

Witch Natasha with Princess reader

Aether, Venti and Kafka with a sick darling

Stelle, Lumine and Paimon with ghost child reader

Zhongli, Dottore, Neuvillette and Tighnari with a reader who doesn't want children

Arlecchino, Natasha, Himeko and Kafka with a reader who dies

Svarog, Luka and Blade with Klee reader Part 2

Blade, Jing Yuan and Topaz with Ghost catcher reader

Asta with Himeko's younger sister reader

Breaking up with Hu Tao, Lyney and Lynette

Kafka and Silver Wolf convincing reader to join Stellaron Hunters

Imbibitor Lunae, Venti and Aether trying to get reader back after a break up Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Venti, Aether and Wriothesley with an escaped reader

Breaking up with Abyss Prince Aether

Natasha, Yukong and Topaz with a Stellaron Hunter reader

Jingliu, Jing Yuan, Blade and Imbibitor Lunae with a reader who looks like Baiheng

Breaking up with Kazuha and Lisa

Yandere headcanons about Hajime Hinata and Kokichi Ouma

Alhaitham, Signora, Jingliu and Hubert with reader who thinks they are unhappy

Marianne with an outgoing reader

Arlan when his partner gets injured

Yandere Headcannons about Mikan Tsumiki

Wishing happy birthday to Kazuha

March 7th, Stelle, Seele and Tingyun when reader takes a hit meant for them

Albedo fic: Attempt 7497

Bennett, Keqing and Lynx when no one comes to your birthday party

Yandere headcanons about Ayaka

Claude and Dimitri with a reader who's loved one just passed away

Sugar mommy Topaz when you get tired of her being your sugar mommy

Blade, Caelus, Kokichi Ouma and Shuichi Saihara with an idol reader

The power imbalance between reader and Yukong

Sylvain with a fiance reader who grows apart from him

Topaz, Serval and Cocolia with an autistic reader

Blade, Jing Yuan and Luocha with a reader who dies by protecting them

Nagito Komaeda, Junko Enoshima and K1-b0 with an evil reader

Yandere headcanons about Doc

Breaking up with Freminet and Navia

Yandere headcanons about Bernadetta

Yandere headcanons about Argenti

Jing Yuan with a burnt out reader

Jean, Eula and Amber with a knight of favonius reader who wants to quit

Breaking up with Ruan Mei

Comforting Huohuo

Jing Yuan and Yanqing leashing their darling

Yandere headcanons about Dr. Ratio

Ruan Mei, Edelgard, Junko Enoshima and Cocolia, who is most likely to break you

Furina and Hu Tao comforting reader after a break up

Dimitri meeting reader at the goddess tower

Yandere headcanons about Aventurine

Kafka if Elio asked her to kill reader

Yandere headcanons about Firefly

Yandere headcanons about Thoma

Breaking up with Furina and Eula

Paimon reader: Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

Yandere headcanons about Black Swan

Hope you'll enjoy😄

[poisonf0rest]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐖𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝

𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫!𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞!𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜  𝐱  𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

 ❝ The sun has not risen for twenty-six years.

Daysdeath, the eternal eclipse, the curse upon mankind, the final punishment of the Gods, the will of The Great Ones— it matters not what you choose to call it. Its name will not change its nature. Its name will not spare us from the reality that is the world plunged into a never-ending night, a never-ending Hunt where the only mercy is death.

And even death does not come easy now. ❞

chapters: 𝐈 𝐈𝐈 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐈𝐕 𝐕 𝐕𝐈 𝐕𝐈𝐈 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐈𝐗 𝐗

tags: Alternate Universe - Vampire, Alternate Universe - Bloodborne, Blood Drinking, Angst, Mature, Character Death, Smut

original link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45844027/chapters/115376821

Diluc has been a Hunter since the days long before the sun's death, and yet in all his time he has never quite dealt with an enigma such as you. It is temptation, it is sin. And it is the only salvation he knows.

Bound by blood, tangled in fate, destined to damnation, you both must fight against hell itself to find the truth to the horrors plaguing Yharnam before the Palemoon descends, the Blood Moon rises, and your endings are sealed.

Fear the Old Blood. 

[glow-in-the-night]

Two Can Keep a Secret

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Diluc/Venti

Important Tags: vampire/vampire hunter, slow burn, eventual smut (not yet written), ragbros, kaebedo as a side ship, vampire typical violence, canon time period and setting with vampires added and changes to the lore

Currently 17k words, WIP

"Have you been… for the entire time I've known you, have you…" Diluc couldn't seem to get the words out, his hand shaking. He likely looked pathetic as a hunter at this moment, but he had to know. Venti offered a sad smile, one that was not comforting in the least. "I've been a vampire since long before you were even born."   Diluc Ragnvindr never had an issue with ending vampires’ lives. They were parasites, monsters who only existed to cause harm to others. At least, that was all he thought of them until it was someone he knew. After the fateful encounter, Diluc finds himself unable to relay the events out loud, so it is up to him alone to put an end to this vampire’s existence.

[baeshijima]

sophie im gonna need 10ccs of ur vampire genshin brainrot STAT

well, uh, first off i will link my vampy diluc x monster hunter!reader brainrot here bc i still think abt it sometimes (with obligatory dain angst at the end bc hes my fav sad man 🫶)

as for misc brainrot on the au that i most definitely just came up with on the spot, here are some examples that have me banging my head on the wall <33

vampire!alhaitham who never sets foot when the sun is out, opting to cling onto you, arms and legs trapping your sleep-induced body flush against his own, in an effort to keep your company beside him as daylight fades into night. however, that rarely manages to work, but a vampire can dream.

also him showing his liddol fangs because you asked, but not before warning you about its sharp points upon noticing your eager stare and the blatant twitch of your finger. though remain vigilant, lest you want your poor finger caught between his blunt teeth (at least he's mindful of his fangs when not in the presence of your neck. in spite of that, he's unrelenting when you ask him to release your finger, opting to instead clamp down just a bit more to watch you fluster.)

vampire!ayato who seemingly makes it his personal mission to tease you, his adorable beloved human, with the light grazes of fangs and soft lips along the surface of your skin, a chuckle or two arising upon sensing the increase in body temperature or appearance of goosebumps following in his wake.

he would also greatly enjoy moonlit strolls, your hand caressed within the confines of his own as you both venture out on a trip with no destination, only the comfort of the other's presence being your guide (there's an uncanny thrill in the unknown, but ayato finds himself most excited and surprised when in the throes of his newfound mundane life, never once experiencing a dull moment when by your side.)

vampire!dainsleif who is so very cautious with matters concerning you — more specifically, with how he acts around you. he's careful in your presence, perhaps fearing you'll crumble if he holds you too tightly, or slip away if he's too feather-light with his touch. with some reassurance and much-needed affection, perhaps you can get through to him you won't be going anywhere without him beside you.

there's a haunting beauty to him, one that never fails to make you gape in awe and cradle his cheeks with such tender adoration he can almost feel the weight of centuries upon centuries remove its heavy burden, attention honed into your smile and the affection diffusing from your palms into his moon-kissed cheeks (dainsleif finds his cold heart blooming with forgotten warmth when basking in your gaze and smile, a flutter once lost now returning full force alongside the desire to remain with you for as long as time will allow; even then, he will find a way to stay with you beyond that.)

[ataraxiaspainting]

Trick or Treat!

-> the air is deathly still. you can swear your walls shake and untouched doorknobs twist. it's that time of year again... yep. another event to celebrate all hallows eve!

-> how the event works...

the trick or treat event will have a total of nineteen stories originating from my own ideas, but people can also send in their requests until october 8th! please do not request anything beyond this date or those requests will be saved until the next time asks are open! nsfw requests are open, but only for people who have 18+ in their bio!

this is an x reader event, and not a character x character event. no exceptions will be made. requests must also follow my rules.

all potential characters for asks will be listed below, and all characters will be written with yandere or darkfic in mind unless stated otherwise.

you can choose up to three characters, separate or otherwise! if you do not have a concept for your character, i will just do my own concept with them!

-> potential characters...

jujutsu kaisen - gojo satoru, geto suguru, mahito, sukuna ryomen, nanami kento, mei mei, megumi fushiguro, yuji itadori, toji fushigoro

hunter x hunter - chrollo lucilfer, nobunaga hazama, feitan portor, machi komacine, hisoka morrow, phinks magcub, shalnark, franklin bordeau, shizuku murasaki, pakunoda, bonolenov, uvogin, kurapika, illumi zoldyck, pariston hill

genshin impact - scaramouche/wanderer, zhongli, albedo, xiao, eula, raiden shogun, kazuha, childe, cyno, alhaitham, kaveh, diluc, kaeya, kamisato ayato, arlecchino, columbina, capitano, dottore, pantalone, beidou

honkai: star rail - kafka, blade, dan heng/imbibitor lunae, aventurine, dr. ratio, jing yuan, sunday, black swan, topaz, jade, ruan mei, serval, boothill, argenti

twisted wonderland - malleus draconia, lilia vanrouge, leona kingscholar, jade leech, floyd leech, azul ashengrotto, riddle rosehearts, jamil viper, vil schoenheit, rook hunt, rollo flamm, idia shround, kalim al-asim, silver, sebek zigvolt, neige leblanche, che'nya, ace trappola, deuce space, cater diamond, trey clover, ruggie bucchi, jack howl, epel felmier

other fandoms in my fandom list (on pinned post) can be included as well!

-> examples of requests include...

yan blade + body motification eula + cute date night yan chrollo + amnesiac reader

-> planned stories...

inside god crawls the devil - yan (demon) chrollo x f (guardian angel) reader

love letters - yan (college au) chrollo x f reader (non-con)

black and blue - yan blade x gn reader

again - yan (general) blade x gn reader

magia - yan albedo x gn reader

artistic contributions - yan feitan x f reader x yan phinks (non-con)

holiness consumes rising flames - yan (fake archon) scaramouche x gn reader

a sinning savior - yan geto x f reader x yan gojo

solace in you - yan nobunaga x f reader

the drowning dove and the fish in a birdcage - yan dr. ratio x gn reader x yan aventurine

the tragedy of rage - yan shigaraki x f reader

so close, yet so far - yan dabi x f reader

grounds of worship - yan sunday x gn reader

the weight of the world - yan alhaitham x gn reader

pulling into the tide - yan nanami x f reader

a rose by any other name would be just as sweet - yan (vampire) diluc x f reader

watching from the outside - yan overhaul x f reader

one last time - yan (archon) childe x gn (knight) reader

stuck replaying the memory - yan aventurine x gn (avgin) reader

[maryn00b]

Helping bfs who turn into small animals nap anytime !!

[what-aboutno]

I think we should talk about monster hunter Diluc x werewolf Wriothesley x vampire Childe. Diluc tries to kill them for a bounty only to get caught. It begins this back and forth between the three of them until Diluc realises he's fallen in love with the pair

After Diluc realises he's in love he tries to kill them so he wouldn't have to deal with these feelings.

The angst route would be he finally succeeds and he's by himself again... He absolutely thought those feelings would die but he only felt regret. Diluc definitely cried afterwards when it fully hit him what he had done. He wished the pair fought back more, went against him in anyway so it was all justified but instead they let him do it.

The fluff route they stop him and question him only for Diluc to confess his love

"Was it all an act? To get close and-"

"No! I love you okay?"

"..."

"I didn't mean that- I uh need to go"

They actually cornered him until he had no way of escaping so Diluc panicked. I imagine he'd try to run away after that but either he gets stopped right there or they other two let him run off and find him later

[glassrowboat]

Vampire hunter AU (2/3)

Chapter 1 here

Summary: Having everything taken from him, there was only one path left to pursue: revenge.

He would follow that path until the end, Diluc promised himself the need to see a head of blue hair separate from its body all consuming, even as he stumbled. His limbs tried to tell him he couldn't go on, not even as he trekked through a forest path trying to put space between the vampire who had left his shoulder dislocated and body bruised as he followed a lone light up ahead- safety, maybe, or his undoing.

Right now, it didn't matter, for there was a path left to pursue, and he would keep marching on until dawn.

The introductions you promised him had been, to say the least, brief.

Diluc's hair was still damp from the bath after he came downstairs to the sight of the messy frock you had been wearing haphazardly thrown on the back of a chair as you fill empty bottles with the contents of the cauldron, you told Diluc to get off his feet and sit down.

He acquiesced.

You barely looked back at him as you kept yourself busy with grabbing a ladle, scooping up the contents of the cauldron, and pouring it with a surprising amount of care as you made sure not to waste a single drop. Given the state of your home Diluc would have thought you would shrug off a small mess and decide to leave it until later, but here you were eyeing your process with a keen eye. The fact you were using a stack of books as a step stool to reach more of those colorful, empty bottles you had hanging from stringing ropes certainly didn't help his previous opinion when Diluc could tell they were ancient just by looking at them, but you didn't seem to mind them getting ruined by your trampling.

“Go on, then.” You said as you stepped back down. “Tell me your name.”

Diluc's mouth opened only to pause when he was stuck trying to figure out if he should give you one of the many aliases he has picked up or simply...the truth. You had welcomed him in, dressed his wounds, let him use your tub and your towels all while being gracious enough not to openly pry- much- so surely that meant a little trust was permitted. You, however, didn't appreciate his hesitance. “I won't have a complete stranger living in my home, young man. So I'll say it again: ‘tell me your name.’”

In the end he chose to share the same graciousness you've given him. “Diluc.”

“Diluc,” you repeated with your head tilting to the side. “Like diluculum. Dawn.”

Clearing his throat Diluc asked for yours. Your answer helped him shrug off his discomfort at hearing his name said aloud for the first time since he started his solitary sojourn across the nations. It left a warmth blossoming in his chest with the way you pronounce each syllable; not that he would admit to noticing it.

It left Diluc with nothing better to do than to focus on your finger currently pointed down at the familiar. “And that's Wrio. Or Wriothesley. Or-”

The dog you were pointing to snorted, cutting you off before you could call him a mutt again.

“Yes, Your Grace, too.” You patted the dog's head when Wriothesley looked like he was going to bark at you again.

You turned your attention back to Diluc. “You are familiar with what hellhounds are, yes?”

Clearly you were asking because you knew he lacked certain bits of knowledge. It was salt in the wound, really, being rubbed in as Diluc confirmed your statement, much to his own chagrin.

“To put it shortly, they're demons.”

Diluc immediately looked down at the hellhound, who was currently trying to paw at the single flipped over corner of a carpet. He, with all his fur and wagging tail, looked like the complete opposite of the image The Church had once ingrained in Diluc. There were no horns protruding from anywhere, and Wriothesley certainly wasn't walking around with his body alight with flames. Diluc could almost hear a man's teasing tone, feel an arm on his shoulder as a single eye looked at him while the words “Well, isn't that disappointing” filled the air at the sight.

Back then he would have agreed. Said something cheeky as his elbow met Kaeya's side and they would have laughed until someone snapped at them to stop and pay attention to that day's lesson. Just like how your voice pulled Diluc out of his reverie.

“In this particular instance, Wrio became a demon because he’s a murderer.” And you kept talking like nothing was wrong. “Though, he likes to joke it's because he was dating a man.”

And kept talking.

“What was his name again?” You asked.

With Wriothesley's bark, you nodded. “Right, Neuvillette.”

You continued on like that for what had to be a solid five minutes. During which Diluc learned that this “Neuvillette” is a dragon, a woman named Gold had made a dragon- if not multiple-, and that the two were not related by any capacity. All as his eyes flicked back from you to the hellhound.

This was even more confusing than when he first had to sit down in the rows of old wooden pews and listen to a man with a receding hairline talk about the price all sinners must pay one day. If you don't pray every day to show God your devotion? Hell. Sex before marriage? Eternal damnation….

No, actually, the preaching was worse.

Wiping his inexplicably sweaty palms on his borrowed pants, Diluc awkwardly interrupted your conversation. “I can't imagine you two are used to company.”

You let out a questioning “oh” before realization seemed to set in.

“Oh, right, you can only understand me. Heh. Sorry, when you live so far out of reach of everyone else, it's either talk to this one or make dinner aga-” You stopped short, eyes going wide before exclaiming "wait, dinner!”

Immediately you were running off, your skirts trailing after you as you tried to dodge around everything in your way to the kitchen. Pots and pans started banging together after you disappeared from his sight, and for a moment, Diluc looked down at Wriothesley like he was waiting for an explanation. Of course, he didn't receive one.

“She does that more often than not, doesn't she?”

The hellhound barked in response.

With another clatter (Diluc could only hope it was nothing serious), you came back into the room with three plates full of food. A stack of toast, bacon, and two eggs you had somehow managed to burn to the point the outside edges were bubbling up and tinted black was placed before him with a heavy thud. A piece of bacon seemed to flake off onto the table when you did. Below the porcelain, now with a bit of food laying on it, hid away a single stained envelope with the name Scarlett written on the back. It had signs of aging after going unsent for years, but for now, it was being used as a placemat for Diluc’s meal you were currently urging him to chow down on.

“A good meal is important for a healing body, so eat up.” You declared, giving the third plate to Wriothesley on the floor.

With the fork you had placed on the plate ready for his use, Diluc used the prongs to poke the egg for a moment. It wavered, just like the smile Diluc was wearing as it hid away behind the messy strands of his still damp hair.

Under his breath, Diluc whispered “A home cooked meal.”

“What was that?” You asked.

“Nothing. Just- Thank you.”

You flashed him a grin, and with little wrinkles forming in the corners of your eyes, you said “You're welcome, Hunter.”

Diluc's fork met the eggs again, stabbing through the slightly charred ends to avoid the nagging feeling telling Diluc how he wished you would have addressed him by his name again.

After dinner you sent him to bed with a quick pat to Diluc's shoulder and shoved what he could only guess was the potion the note was referring to earlier before you left him to his own devices downstairs with the lumpy cot.

Wriothesley followed after you, claws scratching at the wood flooring before stopping halfway to shoot Diluc a look when he uncorked the bottle with a soft pop.

By the time it was emptied, both the hellhound and the witch were gone.

That's how things settled into place for the next few days, like stones slotting together brick by brick to build something new he couldn't quite make out yet as his routine slipped into resting, sharing tea whenever you were willing to deal with his inquiries, and asking the occasional question. (Ex: why there's salt on all your windowsills).

You, apparently, didn't like to feel like you were being heckled.

Then, of course, there was the matter of sleeping. Diluc woke up when you did, no matter the time of day or night. It was that or you would deem him unfit for any moving at all and threaten to tie him to the cot for the sake of his recovery; the obvious option was to get out of bed. Besides, after the few short years he spent as a hunter always on the move, it wasn't a big adjustment to get used to. It was simply a new routine.

One that now includes you.

And the hellhound.

With nothing better to do most days Diluc was left to read from the multiple stack of books. In those moments he would run a finger over pages so old he could have sworn they would crumble to dust at the slightest touch as latin was laid bare before Diluc's eyes. Snippets were processed, certain words here and there recognized as he tried to retain every last snippet of information revealed to him.

But even an injured man gets restless. Something you seemed to pick up on as you waved Diluc off when he started pestering you too much for your liking with a “Go chop wood or something,” which led Diluc to standing outside, sweat coating his brow as the ax he was holding swung down. Its blade cut through the logs with ease as they splintered off from each other and fell to the ground with a soft thud when they met the grass right next to the slowly accumulating pile of firewood.

He had been at this for a while, long enough to have you come out of the cabin with gloves and a large wicker basket you had placed down next to the patches of turned soil. Plants were already rooted with sprigs of green leaves with a blue tint from the floating lights peeking our. Every now and then the lights would chitter to you before promptly being swat away while you tended to the garden.

Wriothesley was basking in the sun's rays cast across the front porch as Diluc approached you, a limp still in his stride from his injured leg. Surely you already knew about it, but Diluc forced himself to fix his limp regardless when he joined you under the shade being provided by a lone apple tree. During this time of year the apples were ripe for the picking, bright red and drawing in multiple flickering lights that seemed to dance around them in excitement. A few even had little bits of their peels dug into, almost like little mouths had bitten at them in hopes of getting the juice stored inside.

Without bothering to look up from the few carrots you had just pulled from the ground you said “Hello, Hunter.”

“I can help you with that.” Diluc offered.

“I take it you got tired of chopping?”

Diluc looked up at the lights, swearing he saw a tiny face in the ball of luminescence before turning his gaze from it as he crossed his arms. “Something like that.”

Another carrot was pulled and promptly tossed into the basket. “They're fairies. Loud buggers. Energetic, too, but they're denizens of the forest.”

With the few ripe vegetables already plucked, you pulled your gloves off and set them to the side. They nestled neatly against you, looking almost out of place next to your dress. Just like many of the things in your house, it looked like it had been plucked right out of the past.

With half a mind to ask for your age knowing witches could live a good few centuries without issue, Diluc knelt down next to you with a single knee pressed to the ground in his attempt to favor his one good leg.

“It's a nice day out, isn't it?” Your eyes strayed over to Wriothesley, watching the hellhound as he laid on the porch only a few feet away, taking in the sunlight, keeping him warm. Every now and then, his ears would twitch as fairies got louder. “During this time of the year, it usually is. Hopefully, it will be just as nice when you finally depart.”

“Right, when I depart.” Diluc's jaw tensed, almost locking in place when he chose to ignore the implications of your statement. At least, for now, anyway. “I haven't asked yet, but do you expect me to repay you for helping me?”

You shook your head. “How about you consider this as…you owe me a favor instead?”

You chuckled softly as Wriothesley tried to scare a fairy that came up to him off, all while Diluc became keenly aware of a heavy ache stirring in his chest right where his father's- his badge was resting. “Owe you… a favor?”

“Before you protest, how about we take a walk?”

You dusted off your skirt as you got up, making sure any bits of dirt still clinging to you were properly shaken off before starting to walk, clearly expecting him to follow. Wriothesley, on the other hand, was told to stay the moment his head started to lift up to look over at you.

This witch clearly expected people- or dogs- to obey anything she said, it seemed, and given his current predicament Diluc didn't have much choice except, to the detriment of his pride, do as she asked.

It took a moment to get back up on his feet, but Diluc quickly caught up to you as you slipped through the underbrush of the forest. A stray twig tried to catch on his pants, and another cracked under his foot as you talked.

“I think I should explain something about this place to you. I was not the one that made this place, Hunter. In fact, it was another witch.”

Looking around the forest again, the fact this place is widely known to be cursed came to mind again. “The one who could read minds?”

“No. No, not her.” You lifted a stray branch, one hanging low enough Diluc was sure it would hit him if you let it go as he ducked underneath it. “I'm talking about my Master.”

When Diluc stood to his full height once again, he was stopped short at the sight of a headstone. The original inscription was barely legible, either from age or improper technique from when it was made, leaving only indents of possible letters. The name was illegible, but there wasn't a need to stop and try to read it when you were whispering the name as you brushed off a few leaves from the stone’s surface.

“I. Ivanovna N.”

“My condolences.”

The moment Diluc's head started to bow in reverie you reached up and titled it back up with a single finger to his chin. “Don't apologize and pick your head back up.

It's not like it was your fault.”

“Still…” Diluc said, his voice trailing off. He, too, knew what it was like to lose the person who took care of you, taught you, guided you, and it was far from a feeling he wished anyone else to become acquainted with.

“I didn't show you this for an apology.” The wind blew past you both, stirring up your hair and his together in its breeze. “So, none of that ‘sorry’ business or I'll think that weary voice of yours is a sign you're coming down with a fever and send you back to bed.”

Diluc’s eyes narrowed on you and he reached up to take your hand in his own to pull it away from its grasp on his chin. He knew rest is important, and he's been giving it the time, but even he couldn't stay huddled up in bed while there were still matters to be handled. “I don't think that's necessary. I can't afford to wait around all day doing nothing.”

A smirk twitched at your lips. “Oh, there he is.”

The way you spoke led him to believe you were expecting that reaction.

“Wait..why did you say that?”

“Well, Hunter, I'm sure you're familiar with the rumors of this place, yes? I hate to be the one to break it to you, it's just that this place isn't cursed at all. It's enchanted.”

Your hand slid from his, fingers grazing against Diluc’s worn and calloused ones as you pulled away. He jolted slightly at the feeling only now realizing he had never let it go.

“You see, I've met a few of your colleagues in my time. They were all young, raring to go, full of conviction. Yet all you've done since you got here is lay around and toss a ball whenever Wriothesley comes up to you- not that he doesn't appreciate it.”

“Your point being?” Diluc asked. He was almost certain you would wave him off at any moment again, and your crypticness certainly wasn't helping that assumption.

“My point is: my late Master made this place what it is today. She enchanted it so anyone with a great, undeniable desire can find my home. Those that lack this trait are turned away and returned to the edge of the forest with a hazy memory and only a faint recollection of uneasiness.”

“She,” Diluc paused, trying to find the right words, “must have been a highly skilled witch, then. It's a praise worthy accomplishment.”

“She was.” You agreed, a hand reaching out to trace the faintest hints of an ‘I’ left in the moss covered stone. “And as for any trouble that might come to the person along the way? It's handled by the faeries in exchange for spare bits of my dinners, hence their friendliness. It's a handy trick, really, and keeps all those pesky door to door salesmen going around these days away. After all, this is my paradise lost to the masses, not theirs.”

Diluc's arms crossed when you looked up at him.

“And I think the desire that brought you here was the need for safety. I mean, you were... uh…”

“In dire straits?” Diluc offered to which you agreed.

“Unless you have any other ideas.”

His eyes met yours when you pushed the topic onto him, but the question he was asking himself strayed from what you were asking, leaving his thoughts a whirlwind of emotions.

“My goal isn't just to kill a vampire or two, but to eradicate all evil in this world. They must be purged for the sake of every normal being in this world. It's just…”

Crepus had once told him the world would never turn its back on the faithful before he died. Those words had once rang true in Diluc's heart the same as any oath, only for them to sour at the face of his father's passing. It's likely Crepus would have trusted this witch in a place like this, the promises it gave of being a so-called haven for those who needed salvation and would pat Diluc on the back on his way to the glade full of fairies and a grumpy hellhound. The only issue is: Diluc isn't his father. He wouldn't blindly jump forward again without first asking himself if he's ready to have his faith trampled over again.

“Diluc?”

The same warmth you had spurred in him before awoke again, sparking alight.

The answer was simple.

“I believe it was a desire for help.” He paused. “I need your help to become an actual Vampire Hunter, not a Paladin masquerading around with a badge.”

You hummed, letting his words settle on your mind as another gust of wind passed rustling the leaves around you. One fell from its branches, now turned orange with the coming of fall and catching along the breeze before landing in your open palm. “If that's the case, come back to me and ask again when you're fully healed, Hunter.”

Your fingers closed around the leaf as Diluc promised he would.

Despite the peaceful air he had thought you two had settled into that day, you looked far from pleased as Diluc stood before you now.

“I was hoping you would forget about this…venture of yours.”

“You were the one who said to ask again when I was healed, Miss.”

Your face scrunched up, clearly not liking having your own words thrown back at you. “Fine. Fine. I swear, making that vow about helping the people who come here to my Master was one of my biggest mistakes.”

You quickly turned on your heel, letting your heels stomp across the floor of your cottage with Wriothesley barking something at you.

“Yes, Wrio, I really would have healed him even if you hadn't pressure me into it. I'm not an animal.”

That recived another bark.

“Sorry.”

Then the kitchen door slammed shut right after you told Diluc dinner would be ready in thirty minutes.

Overall, an eventful evening.

Almost all of the trees surrounding the glade had become barren as their leaves had long since fallen to the ground to coat it in a blanket of oranges, yellows, and reds that would stir with every step you took as you walked back and forth before a straw dummy. It was tied loosely to a pike shoved into the ground with its arms held up by rope tied in haphazardly done knots Diluc couldn't help but want to go over and fix as you busied yourself with lecturing him on whatever you thought would be useful; trying to list off various facts about not only vampires, but any creature he should be wary of. You were counting them all off, each fact, each creature, on your extended fingers as you continued your pacing.

“He's trying to be a vampire hunter first and foremost, so wouldn't it be best to stick to that?” Wriothesley had asked when he pulled up a chair for you to sit yourself in.

“He needs to be fully aware of what danger he could get into, you mutt.” You shot back. The regular banter you shared with the hellhound seemingly neverending.

“So what, you're trying to make him a”- Wriothesley looked down at you as you sat down with your legs crossed- “witcher?”

The look you gave Wriothesley clearly implied you didn't like that name and Diluc’s surety of that fact was only further set in stone when you waved Wriothesley off to go into the nearby town to pick up groceries.

“Groceries...and?”

“I know what you want me to say, Wrio, but there usually isn't a good supply of fabric during this time of year when everyone is buying it all out for the coming winter.”

With Wriothesley's grumbling, you heaved out a sigh and said: “I'll figure something out. Now shoo.”

Immediately the hellhound perked up, causing Wriothesley to let go of the back of the chair he had been holding onto and walk towards the forest line with a relaxed gait. “I'll be back later, you two, so don't do anything I wouldn't do.”

It took Diluc a moment to wish Wriothesley a safe return as he told the other a simple goodbye, half expecting the two legs to once again transform into a quadrupled nature all the while.

You clapped your hands together. “Back to the point. You know how to fight, yes? As an ex Paladin, I would sure hope so. So, go on.”

The dummy you were gesturing to was still slumped over before him, just waiting to be knocked loose by a few well aimed strikes. It wouldn't be hard, especially not with the claymore Diluc summoned. Just like always, it fits into the palms of his hand perfectly and swung with an arch.

You sat nearby, watching every movement Diluc made as the sun fell.

You would be back out there again when it rose; day after day.

Combat lessons were typically in the afternoons when the sun was at its highest to combat the natural chill in the air. The few hand sewn purple shirts made of vaguely familiar fabric you had dropped in his lap and told Diluc to start wearing instead of borrowed clothes helped keep him warm, but certainly not warm enough when frost started to cling to the grass and the dummy alike.

Wriothesley didn't seem to mind the chill. In fact, he was eager to offer to spar instead when all the cold seemed to do was weigh Diluc down.

….The first time the two exchanged blows Diluc certainly wasn't expecting the dog to throw hands. That had been an awkward moment they both agreed not to talk about again after Wriothesley had finished laughing at him.

As for early in the morning? There would be lessons with you and a book laid out before his eyes as you go over the contents with him.

“And here it says that while vampire's can be affected by holy water, it only deters them. None of that banishing them to hell nonsense.”

As you spoke your finger traced the lines in an attempt to guide Diluc along with you, forcing him to stay on track even when you were leaning over him. He could feel the skirts you chose to wear today brushing against his ankle every time you moved closer to turn a page before continuing to recite the script in a steady tone, like you already knew everything it had to share.

“Can you believe such absurdity, though?” You scoffed. “Nothing in life is that easy.”

“It would certainly make my life easier if it was.”

“Oh, I bet. Although…magic sounds much the same, doesn't it? Our entire lives would sound like a novelty to those unaware of what's truly out there.” Your words rang true, coinciding with how Diluc had been only a few short years ago; naive. Even when he knew about the existence of creatures unlike human beings, Diluc had been taught they were manageable under God’s ways. That The Church would ensure the safety of all. In the end, that turned out to be nothing more than a joke. “I was much the same when I came here.”

Diluc stopped short, watching you turn to the next page. “You didn't come here with your Master?”

He could feel your hair moving, hitting against him as you shook your head. “No. Ivanovna had already settled into this place long before I ever met her. The cabin was already erected and the apple tree she planted in her late husband's honor was nothing more than a bush.”

Apple tree…you had to be talking about the same one the fairies decided was fair game in feeding their appetites. Back when he was still busying himself with chores, Diluc would take a seat under its cover and relish in the shade it provided.

“That tree is far from a bush now.”

“I know that.” You laughed. “After all, I was the one watering it and watching it grow for… what? Around five hundred years now?”

You leaned in closer to turn the page again, your finger already going up to find the first word in the text like your chest wasn't pressed to Diluc's back. “Now, will you read this part for me, Hunter?”

Clearing his throat, Diluc tried his best to read along with you, even as he was shrinking back at the slight crack riddling his voice. He’s a grown adult, not a teenager going through puberty again, but here he was trying not to look up at you even as you spoke in his ear.

“Actually…I should be calling you my student, shouldn't I?” You pondered over your question for a moment, letting it settle between you both.

“S-should I be calling you Master then?”

“Oh, no, not ever. You say that and I'll be looking around for my own teacher.” Immediately you were ready to chastise him again, that same tone he had heard almost a hundred times by now quickly registering. “Just call me….oh I don't know…”

“Miss witch?”

“That feels a little impersonal.”

“Ah..then”- Diluc paused to lick his lips- “my witch?”

Diluc was finally able to properly breathe again as you pulled away to sit across from him. Glass bottles hung between you both, swaying slightly without clicking together as they warped your expression, but even then, amusement was clear in your face. “Your witch?”

Diluc’s brows furrowed, forming a crease between them. “That's not-”

“Okay. I can work with that, my dear student.”

His head ducked down in an attempt to hide his face away in the messy curls of red hair he currently had tied up, hoping and maybe a little praying (old habits die hard) you wouldn't notice; to no avail.

“Diluc? Hey- Diluc. Pay attention.”

Your fingers snapped in front of his face, startling Diluc to the point he was jolting back as you stood over him again. He hadn't even processed you walking back to his side, but there you were lecturing him about paying attention in class instead of spacing out. You even added an “This is why I don't go into the village myself to deal with all the people there” before guiding Diluc’s head back down to the texts before him.

Months had passed like that. To the point there was emerald green grass being crushed underneath the now very battered and abused body of the straw puppet you had once upon a time pulled out of storage for him; the blades of dead brown grass a thing of the past.

“Well, that method would certainly work if you were looking for a needle in a haystack.” You kicked at the puppets head, watching it turn the other way so its nonexistent eyes could see the man who had just cut it down.

“I think a vampire could be considered as the needle here.” Diluc breathed out as he tried to catch his breath.

“The lesson from ‘Dele malam hoc': Vampires can easily blend in with humans. To the point you might not even notice the existence of one until their fangs are at your neck.”

“Exactly.”

“It seems I've taught you well.”

“Is this when you say my progress has almost brought a tear to your eye?”

“Cheeky. And no.” You rolled your eyes. “Just what kind of teachers did The Church have for you to think that would be my first reaction?”

“No, it wasn't a teacher.” Diluc’s weapon met a makeshift weapon rack as it slotted into a secure position. He watched it glint in the sun as he spoke. “It's something a fellow student I used to know would have said.”

His phrasing had your eyes narrowing on him, prompting an explanation from Diluc. “It's been a while since I first arrived here, so I used to know a lot of people.”

A half truth, but it satisfied you nonetheless.

“Well, you'll have a chance to catch up with them now that you're planning to leave the glade.”

“I suppose I will.”

Standing off to the side with an arm hang hanging loosely by your side and the other tucked against your chest, you said something Diluc couldn't pick up, prompting him to ask you to repeat yourself.

“Nevermind that. Instead, are you sure you're ready to leave?”

“I'm certain. Someone has to be out there to handle these monsters running around daring to lay their hands on people. As long as The Church won't, I will.”

“So resolute.” Your gaze went from him to the spot in the grass you had once found Diluc. There wasn't a single visible drop of blood left by now as it had all been washed away by the rain. There was nothing to indicate what had happened, but the dirt still nourished off of it nonetheless. “Some would even call you needlessly stubborn.”

“I know someone who would.”

“That fellow student of yours again?”

“No.” Diluc shook his head “You.”

“Ah…looks like you caught me red-handed. Not that I'm happy about it.”

Diluc chuckled, agreeing with you.

“Say, dear student of mine?” After a moment, your eyes tore away from the spot to land on him. “Stay a few more days. Please? After all, you should depart after a giant feast and share drinks. We can even make that...peculiar meal you like so much with the cheese and steak.”

Please, you asked. After all the times you had given him an order and expected Diluc to follow it without delay or lorded the fact you still hadn't cashed in that favor yet over his head when Diluc was being a bit too set in his ways for your liking, you were imploring him.

Diluc's hand fell away from the hilt of his claymore to place it over his chest. Under his fingers, he could feel each heavy thud of his heart. “Of course I will. I owe you that much.”

“Good. I wasn't actually planning to give you a choice.” You waved towards the puppet, signaling Diluc to pick up his weapon and get back to training for what could possibly be the last time. “Now, continue.”

He didn't get a chance to say even an “Okay” before you were back inside, the front door swinging shut behind you.

After a few hours Diluc followed you in with a towel pressed up against his forehead to wipe off the healthy layer of sweat coating his skin only to be greeted by the sight of you picking through all the spices you currently had and making a grocery list. Smoked paprika was scrawled out under your quill.

The same scent filled the cabin a few days later, along with steak, buttery mashed potatoes, and wine. Diluc could only guess you splurged on it.

The drinks poured.

The food was enjoyed

Wriothesley threw his arm around Diluc's shoulder at one point and told him to “Try and keep your guard up so you don't come back to us a bloody mess, alright?”

You promptly told Wriothesley to stop with the nonsense.

Dessert, talking, the lights slowly turning on as night approached, and then came the time for Diluc to pick up the insubstantially light bag he packed. After all, he couldn't afford to be weighed down. Not much, anyway. You had double-checked earlier, slipping in the leftovers from tonight's meal to assure yourself he would have something to eat so Diluc would leave the containers be. Even if they dug the strap of his bag into his shoulder just a bit more than usual.

It shifted as Diluc stepped outside into the cold air, a red jacket keeping him warm. Just like almost everything else on him, it was a gift from you. It was flexible but sturdy, even with the choker with a single ruby gem in the center digging into Diluc's neck- Apparently Wriothesley had picked it out.

He stopped to simply take in the glade, letting its air pierce his lungs with a cold sting.

“And you're sure you're all set?” Came from behind him, just barely loud enough to hear over the chittering this clearing was always filled with.

“I believe you've asked me that already.”

“Double checking is hardly a sin.” You huffed. You were still acting a little off since your first glass of wine, walking into things just a bit more often than usual and staring off into space like there was something you were gazing at. The same wine lingered on his own tongue, leaving an odd feeling in Diluc's mouth from when you shared your glass. At the time, you were giggling away like nothing was wrong, a stark contrast to the frown you were currently sporting. “So, leaving under the cover of the night, huh?”

“It's more efficient this way. I'll have to get used to being awake at night again or I'll miss the prime hunting hours for vampires. They're always waiting to strike.”

“I guess I was wrong about you leaving on a bright sunny day then. Color me surprised. Or…” Your fingers tapped on the box you were holding, drawing his attention to it. It was resting on the dining table earlier, wrapped up and topped with a neat bow. He hadn't asked about it then, but now you're presenting to Diluc like it's his for the taking.

“This isn't what you wanted to talk about, is it?”

You were making that clear as you were basically trying to shove what you were holding into his hands. “Not necessarily. This, though? Yes.”

Diluc's eyes went back down to the box, trying to avoid the look you were giving that screamed he was being, as you liked to call it, edgy again. “You have already done so much and-”

“The proper response is a thank you.”

“But-”

“No, none of that. Just open it.”

With your assurance, Diluc pulled on the bow. It came undone with one simple tug flowing in the air as it fell to the side when the lid was opened to reveal multiple golden gadgets with a soft luster to them. In their reflection, Diluc met himself, now bearing a familiar determination reigniting with assurity rather than his need for revenge.

“They're made by Alice, a skilled craftsman. I trust they're made to the best of her ability, so I won't say ‘I hope they aid you out there, in the human world’, because I know they will.” As you talked, you fiddled with a strand of hair, tucking it and untuckling it from behind your ear. “You know, convincing her to make them was quite the task. What, with my relationship with the Hexenzirkel being as strained as it is…well, never mind that.”

Reaching over, the box still in his other hand, Diluc pushed the strand back behind your ear again. “Thank you.”

“I don't want a thank you. I just wanted you to stop relying on that Evil Eye so much. But if you really want to thank me, I need you to say something else.”

“And that is?”

“A vow. I made one under the guidance of my Master before she passed on, and now it's time for you to make one as well- it’s different from mine, but the principle is the same. More or less.” One of your eyes closed slightly, forming wrinkles in the corner of your eye as his hand fell from the strands of hair to your cheek. “Promise me you will take care of those who need you, unconditionally. You will be the one to purge the doubts from people's minds when it comes to their safety as you become the dawn you were named after. Nestle those people away from the evils of this world until they're purged, my dear student.”

“I promise.”

“Good. Then consider us even. No more favor, no more…needing to be here. Just go accomplish your goal, Diluc.”

“Then, it's time for you to witness my resolve.”

A heat seemed to sear into his hand as Diluc pulled away. It left his fingers twitching, aching to soothe the burn with the cool touch of your skin only to be denied as he placed the box down and took out what he deemed useful. You were giving him a stink eye the entire time Diluc was attaching the golden items to his belt; no doubt you wanted him to take it all.

The same tools shined in the moonlight with every step he took towards the forest's edge. A fairy, glimmering as brightly as ever, floated past him. Already, she was set to lead him through the barrier of the enchantment to the safety of the nearby village. It would be a quiet night for them to the with a tavern and a single inn hoping to welcome anyone into its doors all while Diluc would be slinking through the shadows of their alleys with ease until the sun rises; even when it crests the sky bringing light across these plagued land he wouldn't sleep, not when Diluc has a place in mind for where to start.

It seems, after all the time he's spent avoiding it, there was no option left but to go back home.

The fairy floated past Diluc's head, its blue light coating the endless rows of mangled tree trunks with an unnatural hue as he left this newfound home for another day after looking back at you one last time.

Just like always, you were beautiful as ever waiting up there with the front door propped open, almost like you were waiting to welcome Diluc in again as he walked away.

Your elbow met the salt covered window sill of your bedroom as you sat down to stare up at the full moon, taking in each crater and the hollow smile the floating rock seemed to wear. The cushions below you seems to breathe out dust as you sat down, clearly in need of some airing out and a good whack or two to release every grinded up herb and hellhound dandruff it has collected throughout the years, but that was a task for later as you bathed in the silvery moonlight.

Usually you would be hovering over your cauldron trying to throw a bunch of ingredients into the bubbling pot while you take advantage of the natural magic in the air werewolves barked at as they run around under the sky you both shared, but the idea of picking up your mortar and pestle lacked its regular appeal tonight.

With nothing else to do, you leaned back against the window seat to allow Wriothesley room as he jumped up to join you. His head fell to your lap easily, and you moved to pet his furry head without a second thought. This is just how things used to be. Everything was back to normal.

Gone were the clings of a sword as it met a straw puppet you had gone out of your way to stitch up for him again and again. At this point, you had fixed it so many times it looked like a warped copy of what it once was, but you still were proud of it nonetheless. After all, it served its purpose well.

There was currently a tear in it you would have to fix for when- if- Diluc came back and took to swinging that behemoth of a claymore around again.

The hellhound in your lap, despite the fact he's far too big for this behavior, nudged at your hand as your petting faltered. “Are you thinking about how you made a mistake not telling Diluc he’s free to come back whenever he pleases?”

Roughly tugging at his fluffy ear, you tell Wriothesley to shut up, and just because he has a good nose, it doesn't mean he can stick it in everyone else's business.

Wrio drawled out a long “sure” in response before you two fell back into the same old routine, but for some reason you just couldn't get used to it.

You blamed it on the few items Diluc left behind now resting on your work table. A shame, really, you paid good money for them. They ought to be put to use instead of gathering dust like everything else in your house; they would keep him safe in this idiotic journey of his if nothing else.

“Wrio,” you said,” tell me, how long do humans live again?”

“Seventy, maybe eighty, years. Depends on the person, really.” He grumbled, clearly not happy with your harsh treatment.

“And how long do human vampire hunters tend to live?”

Wriothesley didn't answer you, only letting the unspoken words fill you with an almost choking sense of dread. Through all your years of your long, long life you couldn't ever recall a time when silence was so loud. Not even as a wolf howled in the distance, sending shivers down your spine.

The feeling urged you into doing your best to force out a laugh you managed a simple “Master would have liked him.”

That was your one reverie from the silence that returned now that your student was gone.

[nanamimizz]

i have too many aus Lamb 😩

like even Diluc alone has a vampire au, a vampire hunter au (where im the hunter!), a regency au, a modern romcom au……skidicjxjxjdj it’s just lots of fun!! ♡

ITS SO FUN !!!!! like w javierlamb alone i have 3 fleshed out self ships and i have sooo many aus w bladelamb and weltlamb too !

[kaitawrites]

Monster Genshin Men

Zhongli - Vampire

Diluc - Werewolf

Childe - Siren

Kaeya- Monster Hunter

Xiao- Monster Hunter

Goro- Werewolf

I am thinking of some sort of mythical monster x reader oneshots. Especially Zhongli... vampire zhongli sounds good

[teyvampt]

Updated Taken Characters List!

Venti: Vampite: subtype Sprite

Diluc: Dhampire, subtype warm, Hunter, thought he was human for most of his life

Scaramouche|Wanderer: Vampire subtype Unseelie

Dainslief: Vampire; Subtype Common.

Fischl; Vampire; Subtype Common

Dottore: Vampire; Subtype Shattered

Tighnari: Vampire; Subtype Legacy

Cyno: Vampire; Subtype Devoted

Tartaglia|Childe: Vampire; Subtype Shattered

Zhongli: Subtype; Arch

Sucrose: Dhampire; Subtype none

Albedo: Vampire; Subtype Shattered

Lisa: Human, Witch

Klee: Human

Yelan: Human, Hunter

Arlecchino: Vampire; Subtype Unseelie

Kaeya: Dhampire: subtype second gen

Kaveh: TBD

Baizhu: Sprite

Itto: Subtype; Oni

Nuevillette: Subtype; Arch

Yae Miko: Subtype; Sprite

Collei: Dhampyre

Ei|Raiden: Arch

Freminet: common

Lyney

Lynette

The Tsaritsa

Pantalone

Lumine

Nahida

Yunjin

Reserved Characters

Dehya

Signora

[baeshijima]

includes : albedo ; diluc ; kaeya ; venti

　readers' favourite - ♪　author's favourite - ◊

— ALBEDO : princeps cretaceus

various (harem)

i love you’s & i love you not

in which you, a local florist, unwittingly garner the attention of many while tending to your flowers that seem to be causing you more trouble than you initially bargained for (it’s not too late to leave your work to your helpers, right…?)

or, you’re just living life with your flowers and helpers when people from varying tropes strut into your quaint shop.

— DILUC RAGNVINDR : noctua

scenarios

i will come back to you (forever and always)

you're the everlasting light whereas he's the looming shadow chasing after your fading back.

vampire!diluc x monster hunter!reader

only under the rain do we shine ♪

just some instances wherein you’re caught under a sudden downpour and you find yourself joined by the company of a familiar man.

various (harem)

i love you’s & i love you not

in which you, a local florist, unwittingly garner the attention of many while tending to your flowers that seem to be causing you more trouble than you initially bargained for (it’s not too late to leave your work to your helpers, right…?)

or, you’re just living life with your flowers and helpers when people from varying tropes strut into your quaint shop.

genshin men in a royalty au ♪

you're the trusted personal knight of mondstadt's crown prince, though it seems many other influential figures yearn for your devotion.

genshin men as cliche romance tropes ◊

in which you have always watched and/or read these heart-pounding, toe-curling scenarios occur through fictional means, but never did you imagine they would happen to you.

— KAEYA ALBERICH : pavo ocellus

various (harem)

genshin men in a royalty au ♪

you're the trusted personal knight of mondstadt's crown prince, though it seems many other influential figures yearn for your devotion.

— VENTI : carmen dei

various (harem)

i love you’s & i love you not

in which you, a local florist, unwittingly garner the attention of many while tending to your flowers that seem to be causing you more trouble than you initially bargained for (it’s not too late to leave your work to your helpers, right…?)

or, you’re just living life with your flowers and helpers when people from varying tropes strut into your quaint shop.