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rebouks · 4 months

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Robin’s first day at school after the winter holidays was just like any other; painful, overwhelming, and slightly boring.

There was a myriad of reasons he didn’t want to be here, but Oscar and Courtney were adamant it was somehow important-.. and mandatory, so Robin didn’t have a choice. They’d become immune to his avoidant shenanigans over time too, no longer were they so easily fooled, even when he’d made himself sick on purpose.

He’d given up eventually, the worried glances they’d exchange each morning proving to be as tiresome as school itself. Pretending to be fine was better than being shipped off to some snooty shrink again; one who wouldn’t believe him anyway, who couldn’t even imagine the nonsense he was subject to on a daily basis, despite their fancy certificates hanging behind their fancy desks.

Robin was completely mute whilst at school, save for the odd whisper to Jude or sometimes Jacob, if necessary-.. but never Juniper. She was too condescending with her concern and far too obvious. He wanted to fade into obscurity, not be thrust into the limelight by an overzealous cousin trying to do the “right” thing by speaking on his behalf.

He’d resorted to telling her off in the end, her lip quivering as he explained how she was only making things worse. Robin wasn’t sure what had surprised her more, the fact that he was so vehemently opposed to being defended, or that he’d spoken to her at all. She’d acquiesced though, so that was something.

The only person he spoke to properly was nurse Wiles, or Silvia, as she insisted at this point. The cacophony of voices and Robin’s general disdain for being trapped in this hellish building for six hours a day usually resulted in a pounding headache and a disgusting, dissolvable aspirin; he was her most frequent visitor, discounting the child that was practically allergic to everything in sight.

He kept to himself as much as he could, scrawling out enough work to avoid being pulled up and listening to music wherever he could. He had a solid collection of tiny I-pod shuffles and headphones by now, enough to rotate between classes as they inevitably wound up being seized by exasperated adults.

His favourite deception were the decoy headphones, their obnoxious size drawing immediate attention and victorious confiscation. He’d huff and hand them over in defeat, only to thread a smaller more inconspicuous pair beneath his shirt and tuck them under his thick, curly mop as soon as their backs were turned; they were none the wiser, content with their perceived punishment. Robin thought teachers were supposed to be smart…

Though Robin’s long tangle of curls were useful in some ways, they also drew their fair share of unwanted attention. As if being provoked, shoved, tripped, and called “Mutey” wasn’t enough, he was often referred to as a girl, particularly by the other boys.

He wasn’t entirely sure why it was so hilarious, or why it never got old, especially since it was painfully obvious by now that he didn’t give a shit. He was used to being the proverbial punching bag. Being as different as he was obviously made him an easy target, almost as though he had a bullseye permanently woven into the fabric of his jumper.

He’d surmised that they had their reasons for picking on him though; some had parents who were just as cruel, some had none at all, some were desperate to fit in, and some were just too stupid to know any better.

Either way, Robin had decided a long time ago that he’d rather they mithered him with their so-called bullying than risk upsetting some poor schmuck who wasn’t privy to the concealed insecurities that diluted their venomous words and wicked laughter.

Most of Robin’s classes were raucous, yet dull. He could barely hear himself think over the combined clamour of diligent workers and class clowns, and since he could usually glean the answers to any questions from his classmates or the teachers themselves, he never saw much point in trying.

He knew it probably wasn’t great to miss out on the “working out” part of the work, but it was too hard to concentrate even if he’d wanted to. Oscar always helped him with his homework after dinner anyway, so a least he wasn’t going to end up completely lacking in the brain cell department-.. hopefully.

Swimming lessons and PE weren’t so bad, but art was his favourite class of all. Most people got too caught up in what they were doing to daydream noisily or obsess over potentially incorrect answers. There was no right or wrong when it came to creation, and Robin was actually good at drawing, painting, or whatever else his sticky fingers fancied throwing together.

His art teacher even let him wear his headphones during class too, so he’d get to sit at the back of the room in a blissful cocoon of loud music and pencil shavings, wishing every period were this laid back.

All in all, school was utter shite; and at the end of each terrible day when the bell finally rang, Robin was beyond glad that it was over.

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#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #robin finch #jude moya #levi sears #we're baaaaaaaaack #i've missed my babies!!#'cept some of em aren't babies anymore #poor lil ginger guy rlly can't be arsed with school.. ough #;-;#twbullying

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mossymandibles · 10 months

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My brain said “put that beast in a situation” and I complied :3c

Kraw unwittingly becomes part of a “catch and release” wildlife program by some rather oblivious field researchers.

I may do a continuation since I’ve become attached to my little haphazard team of researchers trying their hand at nature filmography, but I have so much other stuff I wanna work on 😰

I wasn’t even going to ink this thing. I blacked out and somehow ended up here.

#monster art #sea monster #comic #monster dude #kraw #I was going to make the ginger guy a human but then I thought nah he needs a tail #I imagine he sounds like Varney from Castlevania #poor guy just wants to be the next david attenborough #cant tell the difference between the wildlife and the locals #hope ya don’t mind brief kraw sheath #tumblr crashed when I tried to post this before #lets go again

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birdiewolf · 1 year

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Bro fuck genshin shippers on tiktok, twitter, and Pinterest who always try to ruin each other’s fun. I’ve noticed this increasing behaviour on all these platforms where shippers try to invalidate each other’s ships by saying stupid shit like:

‘They haven’t even met’

‘They hate each other’

‘They’re just friends’

‘They’re enemies’

‘____ship is better’

Like??????? Genshin has to be these mfs first fandom ever cuz how tf can someone be so ignorant????????

Since when have fans needed a ‘reason’ to ship characters????? Since when did we create this weird fucking expectation that our ships have to adhere to the canonical material??? Shipping is for fun. It’s based on the FANS imagination. If fans dgaf about what goes on in canon, then that’s their choice and you have no right to tell them that they’re wrong. I’m so irritated with all these shippers on tiktok and twitter. They turn everything so serious and treat fictional content like actual historical shit that needs to be followed with great detail…like what the actual fuck I hate these mfs so much

If you wanna base your ships strictly based on what’s canon, then that’s your business but don’t go expecting everyone else to limit their imagination and creativity. We can use fanon material to create dynamics, tropes, head-canons for our ships. Like who tf do these mfs think they are going around making fun of fans for being creative and invested in ships??

#zhongchi #chaeya #scaramona #kazuscara #kokosara #guizhou #guizhong #chilumi #chiluc #literally any Childe ship tbh #they go attacking every ship for this poor ginger #like fuck off #genshin impact #genshin ships #genshin ship #ayathoma #ayaitto #kazukoko #literally any rare pair

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ruurat · 4 months

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY KYUUSAKU/Q!!! ( and me :D )

+ the camera man

[Image ID: A digital illustration of Yumeno Kyuusaku from Bungo Stray Dogs. They have a golden party hat on their head as they eat strawberry cake. Crumbs are all over their mouth as they look up into the viewer/camera while they eat a piece of the cake. On the upper left, it says "HAPPY BIRTHDAY Q!". The artist's signature is on the rim of Yumeno's party hat. Below the illustration, there is a black and white doodle of Paul Verlaine and Chuuya Nakahara from Bungo Stray Dogs. Paul Verlaine is recording Yumeno eating the cake with his camera. He has a slight smile on his face. On the side, Chuuya stares in confusion at the strange way Verlaine holds his camera. They both are wearing matching party hats with Yumeno.\.End ID]

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i-gave-all-my-stds-to-charity · 5 months

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Okay, Albus telling Harry that Scorpius was the most important person in his life was obviously like really romantic and a big deal BUT!!! What hits harder for me is "He might ALWAYS be the most important."

Because like, when you're 14, your best friend being the most important person in your life makes sense and isn't inherently romantic. But as an adult?? A lot of the time when people get older the most important people in their life are their nuclear families. LIKE YOUR SPOUSE😱😱😱. (Unless you are not interested in romance or marriage of course)

So like...?? He's basically saying he's gonna marry Scorpius one day lmao, so gay, live laugh love it

"Scorpius is my boyfriend...he might ALWAYS be my boyfriend" was what he was saying in his head- source: trust me bro🤓☝️

#HARRY WAS LIKE YESSSSS GET THEM HOES GET ME A SON IN LAW #BECAUSE WHAT HE REALLY NEEDS IS A THIRD SON #POOR LILY #IM THE YOUNGEST AND IM A GIRL AND I HAVE 3 BROTHERS #SO LILY CODED #lily luna is just like me for real #except im not ginger #WAIT WAS SHE BRUNETTE IN THE PLAY #I THINK SHE WAS #WAIT IM BRUNETTE #AM I LILY LUNA POTTER😱😱😱#harry potter and the cursed child #hpcc #hpatcc #scorbus #albus potter #albus severus potter #scorpius malfoy

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xbomboi · 3 days

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drew this hopper and ginger around 2 months ago ago

i’m so conflicted on them now because hopper is bi imo right and i’m not sure if i want him ending up with a dude or ginger now 😓

#idrk if he deserves to be with a woman #but also poor ginger #ughhhhhhhh #wtv i’ll think of something #eah #ever after high #eah fanart #hopper croakington ii #ginger breadhouse #ginhop #hopper and ginger #hopper x ginger #duncart

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throwaway-yandere · 2 years

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His Adorable Pen Pal (Yandere!Thoma/Reader)

a/n: thoma is my 16th max friendship lvl character and i really like his vibes. personally, yan!thoma is hard to pull off. Thoma's such a green flag, if this was an otome isekai he'd definitely be the 2nd male lead LMAO– ((and yee, there are some very smol references from past works, they're not important theyre just iykyk moments)). this took longer cause i wrote diluc's part at the same time to try to get the story feel more connected. also, @kardi76 im so sorry please tell me you slept ;;-;; cause there is no closure (lololol).

gn!reader

a pretty reliable synopsis: thoma would do anything to meet you... (so please don't screw it up).

Cw: yandere!thoma. (Thoma is not self-aware that he's yan and thats the best part--) Implied yan!childe and diluc (soldier & king)

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Soldier, Poet (You are here), King

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If you asked (Y/n) (L/n) who "Fixer" was, they would tell you that he's one of the few people who could understand them deeply.

If you asked (Y/n) (L/n) who Thoma was, well, the best response someone could get from them is "Hmm... I guess the name sounds familiar," followed by "ah, so that's who he is. Okay then."

The two of you have been penpals for almost five years, but neither of you revealed your real names. You addressed him as "Fixer" (a pen name Kamisato Ayato had relentlessly recommended), and he responded to your calls as "Levi" (short for the infamous Lunar Leviathan sea legend). This is not due to the lack of courage or trust, but because you mutually agreed that it would add more mystery and thrill to your inevitable first meeting.

But one of you lied.

Thoma knew exactly what your name was. He knew your height, eye color, family, and a number of other personal facts that a regular housekeeper would not have had the opportunity to learn so readily. Earning your private information was his quota with Lord Kamisato for helping him "burn a few stray leaves", but the given information wasn't the most important findings of their investigation, no.

It was the revelation that (Y/n) (L/n), rather, YOU were his first love.

Thoma would happily take up any attractive label that fit his romanticized viewpoint, be it infatuation or puppy love. You were the kid he frequently spent time with within the Mondstadt public library. Granted, you both often took seats two chairs apart from one another, but the sticky notes passed along the table did not make the distance feel too far. You were each other's confidants. You both didn't belong anywhere and Thoma was bound to catch a teeny weenie crush on you.

It's no secret that Thoma is a hopeless romantic. He believes in his lucky omamori and fortune slips, hence it's not a huge stretch that he believes in soulmates too. No one in the Kamisato Estate was surprised when he preached that it is fate that bonded you two together. Lord Kamisato incessantly teased him for it, but Thoma was none the wiser. He thought that Ayato's remarks about being whipped were a compliment and that only made everyone more keenly aware that he was absolutely smitten.

Thoma was ultimately determined to reunite with you once more. The two of you lay on the same bed but with different dreams, and Thoma wished otherwise. He wanted to demonstrate to you that, if a "failure" like him could win the hearts of the Inazuman populace, then Mondstadt could also respect you and your adorable eccentricities.

But that won't be an easy feat.

The journey to Liyue was perilous, but it was nothing compared to his first trip to Inazuma. It was a bit funny how most of the ships to Liyue were suspended. Luckily, Thoma never lost hope. He and Captain Beidou came to an agreement whereby she would allow him to board the Alcor in exchange for a thorough cleanup. And hey, when it comes to housework, he's almost as passionate as Beidou's need to see the Tianquan, so it was a true non-zero-sum game.

Going from Liyue to Mondstadt was quite a chore as well. Some mora is better than no mora, and that was his way of coping after dishing out 900 mora to pay a guide and his spouse to help him out. The guide never shuts up. He kept talking about a drunkard friend from Mondstadt while his spouse graciously tried to focus on Thoma's needs. His spouse was clearly forced to marry the man under a contract. The Mondstadter prayed that your future marriage is far from theirs. Thoma's patient, but he doesn't think you can handle hearing about osmanthus wine, or in his case, housekeeping, for the rest of your married life. (The spouse can prepare some delectable seafood, though.)

Thoma considered whether his determination to meet you again was being tested by cleaning the entire ship and listening to an old couple bicker 24/7. At least he's in Mondstadt now, right?

"Excuse me, miss. Do you know where Mx. (Y/n) (L/n) is?"

Thoma was very amazed by the souvenir shop owner's ability to hear him over the talk of other tourists and the clacking of hooves that returned knights from a prolonged expedition. The town square is adorned with proud flags and colorful banners that symbolized the KoF's triumphant return, which meant the grandmaster is home as well.

Since Varka is here then that means--

"Ahh, (Y/n)?" Marjorie tapped her bottom lip. "That ungrateful kid isn't here. They didn't even bother to welcome their cousin home. They're probably sulking elsewhere."

Thoma flinched.

"Excuse me?"

"What's wrong? You do know what kind of person (Y/n) is, right?" Marjorie said nonchalantly.

"I mean, what did you expect? They're a disappointment to the Imunlaukr Clan, so it's only natural that they would shy away from celebrations like this. It's for the best, no one wants a weirdo around to spoil the festival."

His eyes darkened. Thoma's entire focus was on Marjorie now, and he didn't hear a teary-eyed person running for the stairs.

"How do you have the guts to say that about someone?"

Marjorie raised an eyebrow.

"But it's the truth–"

"Just how much do you know about (Y/n)?" Thoma gritted his teeth.

"Have you talked to them before? Have you taken them out for lunch? Do you know how they feel when people talk about them like that? Do you know how hard they worked to please everyone?"

At this point, the noise from the crowd began to simmer down as they tried to eavesdrop on this confrontation. Thoma subconsciously towered above Marjorie, and his hand slammed the door beside her.

His dull green eyes leered deep into her soul.

"N-No?"

"Then you should watch what you say, Miss."

The scent of embers wafted in the air.

Thoma didn't notice it was his own doing until Marjorie screamed. His conscience was stirred by her horrified eyes, and he quickly pushed away.

Heat radiated throughout the shop and Marjorie's arm, but fortunately, it wasn't enough to cause blisters and unbearable pain.

"O-Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to come off that strong!" Thoma rambled on, fearing that he may have crossed the line. He felt multiple stares drilling the back of his head, and that solidified how wary the crowd was. "I'm just saying you should be careful what you say next time! You never know if you're hurting someone already."

Thoma's not the villain here. He's just teaching her a valuable lesson, that's all.

"R-right..." Marjorie whimpered. Her sleeves were nearly burnt to crisp and Thoma's heart dropped at the thought of additional expenses. Still, he's not above paying the price.

"I'm r-really sorry for the damages!" He blurted out. "I'll pay you back, how much?"

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Some mora is better than no mora, sure, but now that latter is starting to sound more like his situation.

Thankfully Marjorie didn't ask for much. Thoma couldn't decide whether to chalk it up as good fortune or the result of being too intimidating. Either way worked out for him anyway, cause he would've tried to haggle the price down if it were too expensive.

But the fact that his emotions got the best of him was alarming...

Did you mean this much to him?

... Who is he kidding? Of course, you do!

Thoma sailed through storms and walked mountains to see you again, didn't he? His protectiveness is just a form of love. Marjorie isn't ill so no harm done, but if the situation called for it he would've undoubtedly escalated it to something more. This type of determination makes him your protector from afar, doesn't it?

"Ugh..." Thoma pouted. "Don't they sell anything other than alcohol here? I can't stomach the smell..."

While looking for a non-alcoholic beverage, he caught a glimpse of a passing slender and tall figure that loomed behind him. His strides were large and the head above his shoulders was etched in a permanently stern expression. The vibrant strawberry hair that crowned his head both contrasted his dim face and signified which family he belonged to–- who he was. It's none other than Diluc Ragnvindr.

Thoma grinned. When you and Thoma had the entire library to yourselves, Diluc used to take care of you two. He had the honor of overseeing two very bashful kids who were three years younger than him. Second only to Lord Kamisato, he was one of the most passionate people Thoma had ever met.

"Hey, Diluc!"

He didn't anticipate anything will happen when he called Diluc's name. The last time they met, Diluc was the nation's rising star, while Thoma was a timid teenager. Diluc may not know him now that Thoma pulled back his golden hair and changed the tone of his voice to one that exudes social lightness.

"It's me!" He grinned and reached out his hand for a handshake. Thoma was a bit nervous. He didn't know if he should be casual with the Ragnvindr heir, but this approach is ten times better than ignoring him. Thoma is not without care for friends. Why wouldn't he greet an old buddy? Especially the kid who played devil's advocate for your shenanigans?

"Th–"

Diluc briefly exhibited signs of fear before clearing his throat.

"Thoma." Diluc bit back coldly.

Thoma hesitantly sank his hand back into his pockets. What was that look for? Did he do something wrong?-- Well, he did almost burn a store down... but it didn't feel like that was the reason behind that face he made.

"I-It's been a long time!" He beamed, joyful that one of the few people who didn't shun him in his childhood still recalled him. "I thought you wouldn't recognize me anymore!"

Diluc hummed curtly. His eyes were sharp, which only accentuated that he hates to prolong whatever conversation this was, if you could call it one.

"I wouldn't dare make the mistake of not knowing who you are."

Thoma chuckled nervously. "Right."

"Is that all?" Diluc huffed.

"Oh," Thoma scratched the back of his head. "How's Master Crepus? I'm old enough now, you think he'll allow me to drink this time?"

He teased quickly before he loses Diluc's attention. It was just a small jest that alluded to the time young Thoma sneaked in inside Dawn Winery, but the look on Diluc's face was indescribable.

One thing was for certain, he was not pleased.

"N-Nevermind, how's Kaeya–"

"Have a pleasant evening, Mister Thoma." Diluc immediately turned his back on him, and his footsteps already drowned Thoma's unpolished ramblings.

"I hope you have fun staying in Mondstadt."

Mondstadt's chatter sounded in a near-endless chorus, therefore confirming that Diluc left the conversation.

He sighed humorously loud.

"Haaaaah... this is one of the most overwhelming homecomings of all time, alright. Maybe it could even top dad's... Wherever he is."

Thoma thought it would be him who would be unrecognizable in both appearance and personality.

But it seems Diluc changed too. And if Thoma were to be so bold, maybe he changed too much. He wondered how you felt about that–-

Thoma gasped.

Wait...

He opened numerous letters about the toxic people. You often compared a "friend" of yours and the people around "them" to a broke coin collector and a few pennies. Several anecdotes described in detail how the broke coin collector wanted to buy a fresh loaf of bread but was unable to part with their money since they believed it will one day reveal its true value.

The "Fixer" thoughtlessly retorted that "a coin's purpose by the end of the day is to be spent. What good will holding on do if you starve yourself to death? You need to tell the coin collector that their life is worth more than what they've saved."

He grimaced.

He was just trying to sound poetic. Thoma never thought that there was a possibility that one of these "coins" might be Master Diluc Ragnvindr himself.

Thoma crossed his arms and shook his head. It doesn't matter. He could be wrong. Maybe Diluc is just in a bad mood, and it's not like the 'cavalry captain' knows that he's "Fixer". It'll be ignorant to assume that a bright man like Diluc became a toxic person just because of one bad day.

Besides, some mora is better than no mora, and you still have him. And even if Diluc walked out of your life, Thoma will never let you be alone.

So don't worry, okay?

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Thoma didn't remember Dragonspine being this cold.

The last time he traversed the bridge towards the mountain was years ago, and he faintly remembers traveling with adventurer Cyrus to collect logs. He resisted the cold back then, but he can no longer say the same now that he's a pyro vision user. His pyro shield doesn't seem to provide any warmth in Dragonspine. Kind of backwards, isn't it? Thank goodness Good Hunter's served hot coffee. It was the only non-alcoholic drink they served this festival. His bottle preserved the comforting heat, and his hands were delighted to hold on to it. It was almost a torch for his vision to light up each time.

He also didn't bring a map. It wasn't in his budget after paying the Goth Hotel extra for his stay which was a major bummer (he doesn't recall the prices being that high before?) but it's alright. You write about the place sporadically that it almost felt like he knew the place like the back of his hand.

"H-hoo… I should've brought extra layers…" Thoma shivered. "Y-You made it sound like Dragonspine wasn't t-this cold at all… Oh, dear… I'm r-really tempted to run on the i-ice now…"

Once he pushed away from the branches of one particular tree, the bizarre trip had all been worth it.

"(Y/n)..."

He knew that who he saw had to be you.

Because you were breath-taking.

But that bliss was short-lived. Something was wrong.

"--I'm so glad to have met you and the Fishing Association. You didn't know who my family was and treated me like a friend, not a means to an end."

A crease formed between Thoma's eyebrows and his lips trembled. His face contorted in an ineffable string of hurt and betrayal, and his suffocating grasp on the poor tree beside him burned.

Your shoulders were drooped and you wore a Snezhnayan scarf, but most importantly, you were confiding in this blue-eyed stranger.

You were confiding in someone else that isn't him. He's your soulmate! He should be the only one you could count on.

The thud of his boots on crusty snow stopped Thoma from threading farther. That sounded too loud. If he moved a little closer, they'd hear him. And he can't afford to look like a stalker.

Thoma gulped harshly. He should've prayed that his first meeting with you wouldn't be spoiled by some filthy man he didn't even know.

What are you doing?

That spot was supposed to be for him.

Who is that man?

When you started running and the stranger followed after, Thoma walked to your camp and picked up his unopened letter. His letter sat near your plate and other discarded items.

You didn't even read it before talking to that stranger. Did that man matter more than him?

He tucked it away and smiled sadly.

You're not ready to know his feelings just yet.

But don't worry! You and Thoma will fall in love when the time is right.

It's fate, after all! He just KNOWS it!

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valiantartwritingweasel · 5 months

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❦ "Don't look at me like that. I'm not dying yet"

3 random sentences, 1 drabble

-Don´t look at me like that. I´m not dying yet

-Go home

-I want to see the skies..

TW: mentions of bruising and being on the verge of death? Idk

No pronouns mentioned

I have no idea what I’m doing, this is more dramatic than I anticipated.

Diluc (I chose the poor fecker on a whim)

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„Go home!“ you yelled, trying your hardest to put some strength in your voice. It barely worked, your voice hoarse and hardly audible. The chance that he wouldn't leave was high but you thought it couldn't hurt to try. You were right in your assumptions that he would stay, as you could hear the banging on the door only get louder. One look at it told you that it wouldn't hold for much longer.

Truth was that you did want to see him. You did want to feel his arms wrapped around you, making you feel safe and comforted. But you didn't want him to see you. To see your body, weakly lying on the floor. You didn't even have enough strength to wobble over to your living room, let alone to lift yourself onto the couch. You were just half sitting in your hallway, leaning your back onto the wall and holding your side with one hand.

There was no blood but you could feel the injury, deep and agonizing. The pain was almost too much to bear. The sheer thought of removing your hand from your side felt like the worst choice you could make, although it logically wouldn't make much of a difference.

As you dwelled in your thoughts, you faintly took notice of the door just creaking and creaking. Until one loud thud and it came crashing down. The only thing you could vaguely make out was the red hair bursting through the door, frantically looking around until it stopped.

There he was. Your favorite person ever, standing right there, sweaty and concerned.

Before you could do as much as croak anything into his direction, he was already at your side, arms around you. You couldn't help it, had to lean into his touch. So warm.

It took you a while to realize that he was talking. Focusing, you could barely make out his words.

He was holding you. Frantic but trying to be gentle. You looked like shit. Hair all over the place, pale as the next Cecilia, hardly holding onto your breath. „Love, what happened?“ deep breaths. He could do this. Had to be strong for you „We should get you to Barbara!“ You didn't respond. Your eyes hardly met his face before they seemed to lose focus once more. Not like this. You couldn't just leave him like this.

What happened? He wondered still, but realized quickly enough that you couldn't respond. You tried, he could see your mouth opening and closing, but to no avail. There was no sound leaving your lips.

It took him a while, it felt like eternity, before he picked you up and carefully carried you over to your couch, softly laying you down, hoping that you would get some breath back into you.

Groggily you opened your eyes. Pain was the first thing you noticed and you didn´t shy away from letting it be known that you were hurting. A few moments later, your sight adjusted to your surroundings and you understood that you were in your own living room, most likely on the couch. Then the next thing that sprung into your vision was the face of your lover. Diluc was standing next to you, his face hovering above you with worry spreading through his delicate features. You let out a groan. Both in pain as well as in agony. You really did not want him to see you hurting. But you could feel how weak you were and it didn't take long for you to appreciate his presence. Even if he was just standing there, you felt at peace seeing his face.

Taking hold of your hand, he addressed his thoughts. „You´re injured. You look...quite bad“ he said, while examining your face. You could only let out a croaky laugh before mumbling „Don´t look at me like that. I´m not dead....yet“ you added the last part quietly.

Maybe you were being dramatic but you did feel like you were dying.

One look at the red haired man and you knew that he was thinking the same. Man, how bad did you look?

He sighed, more to himself than to you. You could tell that he was trying to steady himself before he approached you. He almost whispered „I´ve tried to get a hold of Barbara, she should be here soon. She can help you“

You only shook your head before you croaked „I don´t... I don't think that will work. I took some pretty bad punches, you know?“ You tried to force a smile. He ignored it and hesitated before he asked „What...What happened, love?“.

„Well. A harbinger... I don't remember his name. A ginger guy“ You shrugged, trying to hide your emotions with simple small talk „Hit me pretty bad, huh?“ You said, while looking down on your body.

No blood but definitely bruising, skin discolored in various shades of purple. It felt even worse inside.

You shot a look at Diluc before mumbling „I...I want to see the sky.“ Your voice was quiet. Barely a whisper. But he understood.

Carefully he slid his arms beneath your body, making sure to be gentle before he picked you up. Your head found its way onto his chest as you took in a deep breath, a small smile building on your features at the comforting smell. A slight waft of grapes and wood coaxing you into relaxation while your lover carried you over to your little balcony.

He was careful, scared to hurt you, scared to lose you. As he sat you down onto the floor, watching you lift your gaze into the sky, he could only hope that help would arrive soon.

#Poor tartaglia getting dragged through the mud by me #Couldv'e chosen someone else but nah #the ginger guy at it again. sorry beb #im no good at drama and sadness sorry man #genshin impact #diluc scenarios #diluc x reader #diluc drabbles #is it a drabble idk man #i hate tagging #diluc writing #my ability to write is so rusty help

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