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yaekiss · 1 year

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𝑩𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔?! - 𝒑𝒕. 𝟐

꩜ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader! x Sub! Xiao, Sub! Zhongli, Sub! Diluc (separate), all 3 of them are inexperienced virgins, mild monsterfucking(?) in Xiao's part, handcuffs in Zhongli's part, lmk if I missed out anything! ꩜ A/N: Part 2 !!! Sorry for the wait, made this one slightly longer to make up for it orz, enjoy the tired meowmeow trio! Tried to make it as in character as possible but could be ooc 💀, feedback if anyone's too ooc LMAO ꩜ Adjoining Rooms: Part 1 (Wanderer, Aether, Kaveh)

It’s your first time fucking your babygirl, what trait of his catches your eye?

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟒𝟏𝟕: 𝑿𝒊𝒂𝒐

I’d like to think with how much he does seek out approval from those he looks up to, plus how he usually never lets himself be loved, the second your hands wrap around his cock and you mutter a soft “you’re so good for me, Xiao,” the walls he set around his heart slowly start crumbling down

Perhaps more adeptal features start showing itself to you for the first time in your whole relationship with him

Carding your hands through his hair, you feel the soft feathers starting to sprout from the nape of his neck down to his shoulder blades

As you work him to his peak, the tattoo on his right arm starts to glow faintly

Maybe if you make him cum enough, he’ll show you all of his adeptal form 👀

“That’s it Xiao, don’t hold back,” you purr into his ear as his face gets impossibly redder. Your hands wring out the most delectable noises from him but it’s not enough. You want more. (And judging by his reactions, so does he)

“Hah, ahn! So so so close…!” His body is tense, teetering on the edge of euphoria, piercing golden eyes gazing into yours. Even in the throes of pleasure, he’s still waiting for you to give him permission to cum.

“So perfect, go on, cum for me.” A particularly harsh jerk has his eyes rolling into the back of his head, breath hitching as he chokes on air. Your eyes catch the pale green tattoo shimmer when the pressure building in him snaps, his orgasm splattering across his toned tummy and coating your hand.

When you look back up at Xiao, he has deep teal feathers dotted around his shoulders, and wait- Are those talons?! Noticing your gaze, he attempts to squirm out of your embrace, angling his body away to hide his features that made a sudden appearance. But you know your skittish sweetheart too well. Your hands immediately clamp down on his waist and he bites back a whimper, stopping his escape.

“Don’t look at m- mmph?!” His cock is engulfed by your mouth, any previous thoughts of shying away instantly dispelled.

“I wonder how much more you’re holding back from me darling?” With that look in your eyes, Xiao knows he’s in for a long night ♡

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟏𝟐𝟑𝟏: 𝒁𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊

He’s not exactly… uneducated on coitus or sexual intercourse per se

(Don’t ask him how many lewd prayers he’s had to listen to over the years)

But no matter the amount of knowledge he has amassed, nothing beats hands-on experience and expertise (that he, very glaringly, lacks)

The furthest he’s gone is clumsily fumbling around with his body and figuring out some of his erogenous spots and ahem deepest fantasies after hearing an especially steamy prayer one night

Which is why you have a naked and blushing 6000-years-old ex-deity lying in your bed right now

Thankfully he can always count on you to ravish him!

The flickering candlelight casts a warm orange sort of radiance on his skin, further accentuating the glimmering veins of molten gold climbing up his arms. Trailing your gaze upwards, you are greeted with the sight of geo-constructed cuffs circling his wrists, shackling him to your bed. His face is practically scarlet with how embarrassed he is right now but with how much effort he has put in, he’s determined to see tonight through.

(The sight before you reminds you suspiciously of a scene in that raunchy erotica book you lent him a couple weeks ago. It’s kind of cute when you think of how long he has had this desire ruminating in his mind.)

“T-touch me please, dear,” his voice is gravelly, laced with a desperate need for your hands to roam all over him, cock twitching at the thought.

“Where do you want me to touch you? What makes you burn and shudder from how good it feels?” Such licentious words! Zhongli can’t help but shake with anticipation at your next sentence.

“Don’t worry dear, I’ll give you everything a god could ever want.”

🏷️𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝟎𝟒𝟑𝟎: 𝑫𝒊𝒍𝒖𝒄 𝑹.

Our favourite repressed redhead!

Despite the more-than-enough prospective fiancées he’s introduced to during banquets and festivals, he’s never really progressed far enough in a relationship for him to tumble into bed with another

That is, until you entered into his life and stole his heart (and soon, his virginity!)

Very obedient and mostly just goes along with whatever you say so he greatly appreciates it when you regularly check in to make sure he’s comfortable

Do: Praise him. He’ll cum the second you praise him!

Don’t: Expect him to tell you what he wants. He has no idea either 💀

“Like this? Ah… it feels a little- hng! -weird!” His index finger slowly disappears into him the way you’ve instructed and he’s gradually getting used to the sensation of his ass being penetrated. Brows furrowed, he looks up at you for your input (oh you’ll be putting something in him alright)

“That’s right, doing very well! You’re a fast learner, as expected of my Diluc.” Hearing your praise, it spurs him on to push deeper, loosening him up even more. You can see every little action he does, seated across from him but never touching him. The amount of concentration he puts into fingering himself for the first time is honestly endearing, sweat already forming on his forehead, thigh muscles tensing and relaxing at the new experience.

When he jolts, toes curling and head thrown back in a flurry of red, you know he’s discovered where his prostate is. Diluc looks breathless yet so breathtaking, his face the same colour as his hair, chest heaving as he tries to recover from the lick of ecstasy he just tasted.

He looks so cute and clueless but you’ll help him out, won’t you?

Thanks for reading! Consider supporting me on kofi if you enjoyed this or check out my other works hehe ♡

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hitomisuzuya · 9 months

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Hi suzu!! I’m so glad you feel better 😭😭

Diving into your requests bc the way you wrote the Diluc virginity fic was SO GOOD and I was wondering if you’d be down to do one for wanderer too 👀👀 LOVE AND APPRECIATE U ALWAYS - ww after dark

Wanderer x Virgin!fem!reader. Smut. Some slight degradation. Cunilligus. Soft smut at first.

Hello, dear ❤️ I wrote this extra love and affection. Thanks so much for all your support. I really appreciate it. I hope you enjoy. I will write for you anytime.

Wanderer's hands were gentle on your body, his fingers brushing featherlight between your thighs before he gently caressed them. You shivered, goosebumps raising on your skin.

He smirked up at you with approval as he nudged his nose against your clit, swirling his tongue slowly around the swelling nub. If he had it his way, and he would because he always got what he wanted, you would always shiver from his touches.

Especially tonight.

It was your first time. Wanderer couldn't have pinned you down onto the bed fast enough when you said you were ready. That you wanted, no, you needed him. All of him.

Of course he had waited patiently for you to say you were ready. Consent was important to him, which was a given considering he had gotten little chance to consent to anything in the past.

It was taking everything he had not to totally dominate you right where you lay. What could he say, he was a selfish guy. But he knew he could be overwhelming, and that was the last thing he wanted to do.

Your back arched off the bed, whimpering in a way that was starting to drive him crazy as you pushed his face down onto your cunt. "Please, Scara," You squirmed underneath him, bucking your hips into his mouth.

Wanderer laughed softly into your cunt. "Already begging for me. What a whore," He sighed in bliss, sucking on your clit. It took him a moment to realize what he had done.

He froze, looking up at you, hoping that he hadn't just blown all of this straight to hell. He wouldn't blame you in the slightest if you pushed him away right now.

Instead, he was delighted by your reaction. You looked down at him with flushed cheeks. "Do that again," You said, making a pleasant shiver dance up his spine.

"Hmm?" Wanderer purred, vibrating it on your clit before giving it a few appreciative suckes. "You like being called a whore?" He didn't think his smirk could've gotten any wider.

He'd always known you were one in a million. A rare find. And this only proved it even more.

You cried out, tugging on his hair, grinding needily into his mouth. "Y-yes, if it's you calling me that."

Wanderer laughed softly, his fingers spider walking up your thighs to your hips, gripping them a little tighter as he held your cunt against his mouth. "What a whore," He enjoyed the way your cheeks flushed darker, whimpering when your walls clamped empty around nothing.

He swirled his tongue between your walls, wanting to hear you cry out louder for him before he sat up and wiped his mouth. Crawling up your body, he lined his leaking, hard cock up with your entrance.

Placing a soft kiss on your lips, he looked down at you checking to see if it was okay. You nodded, hooking a leg over his hip to urge the head up of his cock inside of you.

"Fuck me, Scara," You pleaded. He moaned huskily, reaching down to rub your clit as he pushed himself slowly inside of you. You wrapped your arms around him, your body tensing in pain for a few moments before you relaxed.

His cock throbbed with anticipation, waiting patiently for you to adjust. You wrapped one leg around him, rolling your hips up to let him know you were okay.

Wanderer's thrusts were slow, and gentle, gradually kissing your sweet spot in a way that made your head spin as you writhed beneath him. You clung to him, cry out louder and louder for him with each thrust.

"Scara, Scara, Scara," You chanted his name like a mantra, the knot of your orgasm starting to tighten, threatening to burst. "Harder, please. Faster," You were babbling by this point.

Archons, you've never looked sexier to him than you did right now (you had, plenty of times but he was getting swept up in the moment). His hips suddenly snapped into yours, his hold on your hip turning possessive.

Wanderer hissed in pleasure, his body quivering when you walls clamped consistently around his cock. Hearing you start to choke back sobs of pleasure, he knew you were close.

And so was he.

He reached down to rub your clit to user in your orgasm faster. He wanted to hear you scream in pleasure for him when you cummed hard on his cock. But he needed to know one important thing first.

"Can I cum inside of you?" He groaned, feeling his cock throb with impending release.

"Mmm-ah-please!" You cried out, bucking your hips needily, no desperately up into his, "cum inside of me."

Your words sent him reeling, his hips snapping almost mindlessly into yours as he leaned down to capture your lips in a passionate, open mouthed kiss.

Your scream of pleasure against his mouth never sounded sweeter, your body convulsing slightly as the knot of your orgasm snapped apart, sending your release to gush over his cock.

His fingers never left your clit, nursing you through your orgasm until his cum painted your walls for the first time. You felt your cheeks heat when some of his cum leaked out onto your thighs.

His teeth nipped at your lower lip. "You look so cute when you are intimately embarrassed," He teased, his hips slowing to a stop when your walls no longer fluttered around his cock.

You put your a hand on his cheek, nuzzling your cheek against his neck. "Please tell me we aren't done," You gazed up at him expectedly, your eyes hazy and cloudy in a fucked out expression that was breathtaking to him.

Wanderer wasted no time thrusting his cock back inside of you, especially when you said, "Don't hesitate to be a little rougher with me."

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #genshin imagines #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #soft scaramouche #wanderer #wanderer smut #wanderer x y/n #wanderer x you #wanderer x reader #soft wanderer

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artful-aries · 1 year

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Birthday sex with diluc? 👀

BIRTHDAY SEX WITH DILUC!!!!! Anon I’m going feral at this request. If Diluc needs a dog I can mf bark. Happy birthday my brooding husband

Reader can be read as gender neutral! I ask that minors do not interact with this post

Birthday Sex With Diluc (NSFW)

The experience will definitely hinge on whether or not it’s the first time you two are intimate

For the first time, Diluc is absolutely blown away at the offer. You want to give yourself to him? Because it’s his birthday? His face will be as red as his hair at the proposition, and will ask you a thousand times if you are sure

It doesn’t matter if you have had sex before Diluc or if he is your first time, he is going to treat your first time together like you are made of the finest glass

His touches will be hot against your skin as you two start getting intimate. He just gets so excited that his pyro vision bubbles to the surface. It is never enough to hurt you, Diluc would rather die than ever let that be a possibility, but there is a stark temperature difference

Kissing him can be a little awkward at first, but it’s only because he is wrapped up in his own mind as he is still shocked that this is actually happening. Bear with it for a while, and he will ease into it and become a lot more passionate. Before long, his kisses will leave you absolutely breathless

When it comes time to remove clothes, Diluc would be very nervous to undress you for the first time. He makes sure to go very slow as to give you ample time to tell him to stop if you needed, but the sweet gesture mostly just makes you frustrated as it feels like he is teasing you

By the time there are no clothes in the way, you’re flushed and panting at the building tension of wanting him, and his cock is aching and practically dripping at the sight of how needy you are

He’s going to give you oral for your first time together, it doesn’t matter how much you tell him that you’re ready for him. In part, he’s doing this as a thank you for allowing him to see you like this, the other part of him just finds it so incredibly sexy when you whine and writhe underneath him

Diluc could go on all night like that if you’d let him, but for your first time together he’s going to reign himself in and only make you cum once from the use of his mouth. He doesn’t want you too overstimulated

When he finally pushes inside you, he’s going to give long, deep thrusts. He would rather make love to you than just outright fucking you. This is his first time seeing you like this, looking so pretty on the end of his aching cock. He’s going to drag this out and make it last as long as possible so that the memory is seared into his brain

All in all, having your first time with him on his birthday will be a very passionate experience. It’s slow to start, but the steady increase of passion and pleasure keeps you two going for several hours

A lot of this goes out the window if it is not your first time sleeping together

Diluc will be bolder, more willing to jump right into the action should you suggest having sex for his birthday. It definitely gets him excited at the thought

Clothes are pretty unceremoniously shrugged off, unless Diluc is in a more teasing, dominant mood. Then he might make you strip yourself slowly for him. It’s his birthday after all, why not give him a show?

Since giving you head is something that gets him off, he’s not going to stop at just making you cum with his mouth once. He will be aiming for at least two or three times before he will consider doing anything else, his grip on your hips will be ironclad to prevent you from wriggling away in your overstimulated state

When he’s finally ready to slip himself inside you, he’s not going to be the gentle, slow person he was for your first time together

As soon as he starts, his thrusts are more powerful, pistoning at a steady rhythm that’ll have you gripping his bedsheets

Diluc in general isn’t too awfully vocal in bed, but it’s in this moment you’ll get to hear a lot of low groans and growls from him as his hips snap against yours

If he gets really riled up, he’ll flip you so that he can take you doggy style, as this position enables him to get deeper and have a better hold on your hips as he pounds into you

More often than not, he would prefer missionary or spooning you while he fucks. This is because he will have a much better view of your expressions as he hits your g spot just right. He’s a bit sentimental and likes to be able to see how you feel, and be able to quickly judge if he should stop or adjust something to make you feel even better

Whether it’s your first time or your fiftieth with Diluc, he will always ask you where you want him to cum unless you have established a permanent place prior. He never wants to assume that you’ll want the same thing twice in fear of being wrong and upsetting you

When both of you are finally spent, he’s going to want to hold you close. It doesn’t matter how hot and sweaty you both are, he just needs a few minutes to hold you before he sets out to get you water or help you clean up

It will certainly be a very memorable birthday for Diluc, and every year onward he will get a little flustered as his birthday approaches, wondering if you’ll give him such an enticing offer again

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bedoballoons · 10 months

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HiI saw you had requests open sooo 👀

I didn't see anyone writing about this so if you are uncomfortable it's alright 😀

Sorry for bothering you

But could you write headcanons for (Alhaitham, Diluc, thoma, ayato, kaveh) what would they do or say when they see scars on there lover body for the first time??It could be any scar, like battle scars or something??

They always see scar on their hands/legs or face but they didn't expect to see so much more on their body.

I hope you understand what I wrote 🌚

Have a great day ☺️

Thank you for your request and I hope you have a good day too!! You're not bothering me in the slightest!!

Genshin Men Headcanons:

~Seeing your scars~

CW: Descriptions of scars and mentions of slight nudity!

(Includes: Diluc, Thoma, Alhaitham, Kaveh, and Ayato!)

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Diluc:

You felt self conscious in your own skin, crossing you arms to shield some of yourself as Diluc sat in front of you, his eyes trailing down your body so slowly, taking in every single detail...every scar you had...and there was so many. Would he...no longer find you beautiful after this? Would he talk to you ever again? You knew he had seen some of your scars before, their placements basically on display...but he never seemed to think of you any less.

Finally, after what felt like a eternity he spoke, his words carefully selected and his actions gentle, loving because he knew how difficult it must have been to show him your true self. "Every scar...is a part of you, a story of something that's happened to you and I find each one of them beautiful. If you're comfortable...I'd like to know what they are from, I want to learn all I can about you..." His hand gently grasped your pulling you closer to him, embracing you so softly as if he thought he would break you. His fingers gently tracing the marks on your skin...as you explained each one.

Thoma:

"Okay...open your eyes...", You said quietly, feeling nervous as Thomas eyes opened, instantly landing on your naked body and looking over ever single part of you carefully. It felt so strange, showing someone something so personal...you felt slightly scared...every scar was now up for his opinion, every single blemish could be commented on...this was your idea...but suddenly you wondered if maybe you never should have suggested it at all...

He scratched the back of his neck shyly, his face blushed a bright red as he stepped closer to you, placing a gentle, sweet kiss on your lips before speaking his true thoughts, "You...are so goregous...I can barely say my thoughts...I'm just...I'm so lucky..." Your eyes widened slightly, your cheeks turning a light pink, had...he really just said that...?, "My scars..."

"I love them...I love you."

Alhaitham:

Alhaithams hand softly touched your skin, his fingers slowly going over every scar...each one he seemed to pause on just for a second to...analyze as if he could figure out the cause if he looked at them long enough. Your heart was racing, he was touching you so gently and yet you couldn't help but wonder...if he would still want to after this initial reaction. "Alhaitham..."

"My apologies, I suppose the only word I can find to explain my thoughts is...enamoured. I am... enamoured with you. You're like a book, each scar a sentence of your life...and I would like to read each one." He gently pulled your hand into his, kissing the top of it before staring at you, his eyes filled with love for you.

Kaveh:

Kavehs hands held yours gently, his thumb rubbing gentle circles into your palm, each movement careful as could be so he'd never make you feel uncomfortable. He felt...so honoured to see you like this, to see the things you had originally thought were going to make him run away...but instead only made him feel closer to you.

"When I said I loved you, I didn't just mean I love the thought of you...some picture perfect person...no, I love the all of you...the scars of your past battles and every other thing about you..." His words were caring, each one he meant with all his heart as he rested his forehead against yours and you both stayed like that, enjoying the moment.

Ayato:

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"Oh my" Ayato said softly, walking towards you slowly, as if he might scare you away if he's to forceful with his actions. His hand gently went to the bottom of your chin, lifting it so he could look into your eyes...it was like he could read your thoughts and feelings. In truth...you felt shy...being in front of him with no clothing to hide the scars of your past...scared that each one might make you look like a monster.

"You don't have to be worried...I don't think any less of you for having scars...they are something to be proud of. A victory mark meaning that you made it through a battle." He was so quiet as he spoke, his lips touching yours afterwords in a soft kiss before he continued, "Thank you...for trusting me enough to show me the real you...I find you even more beautiful than I already did."

✿Have a great day!✿

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telemi · 2 years

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HOW THEY ARE LIKE WHEN THEY’RE DRUNK ! ft. genshin men

quiet, absolutely quiet. he just stares blankly at the wall or even his empty cup and doesn’t say anything until you point it out. he just says “oh” and mindlessly continues to stare at the object. if you ask him something then he just says “yes” or “mhm” without clearly listening to what you just said.

— DILUC, thoma

passes out instantly

— XIAO, itto

continues to act normal until he’s not. his cheeks would be tinted pink as he drinks glass after glass of alcohol. doesn’t say anything unless you ask if he’s drunk. he hiccups, then replies with a “i think i am.”

— ZHONGLI, ayato, CHILDE, kazuha

keeps a blank face like he’s not fazed at all.

— ALBEDO

noisy af 😭 literally doesn’t keep his mouth shut and instead, he goes out into a fit of giggles before he passes out on the floor absolutely wasted.

— VENTI

you’d be surprised if he even gets drunk since this man has a high alcohol tolerance — ykyk 👀. but at rare occasions, he’d just act normal really ... that is until he goes to sleep. he gets very clingy and snores so loud. sometimes he even sleep talks and you find it very adorable so you tease him everytime you remember it.

— KAEYA

1.) laughs and giggles 2.) skin gets super flushed pink 3.) passes out

— KAZUHA

// thank you for 100 & 200 !! >:)) 🎉🎉

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fallingdownhell · 3 months

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May I have Kaeya, Diluc, and or Zhongli with a pup hybrid reader who gets consistent night mares?

The pup just tosses and turns in the night to the point of either waking up crying or just can't sleep. So they go down to the kitchen to find something to calm their nerves (like tea.) Then the guys notice that their partners gone or hear them moving around then follow after to go comfort them.

Just silence in the kitchen besides the kettle boiling and the men just hug their partner, saying things to comfort them or get their tail wagging again. After tea and stuff, they just get carried back to bed and the pup falls asleep with a 200+ pound man cuddling ontop of them.

Something cute and you can make it as angsty as you'd like 😈 thankks

Angst, you say..? I like making things angsty 👀 Characters Included: Diluc; Kaeya Content: gender neutral reader; puppy hybrid reader; mentions of nightmares; whole lot of fluff and comfort Word count: 1,8k words Enjoy <3

Diluc

With a loud gasp, you awake from your sleep. Heavy breathing and sweat dripping down your temples, you try and catch your breath while also reorienting yourself to your surroundings.

It takes a while until you recognize the shape of the room again, the bedroom you share with your boyfriend. Who was still peacefully sleeping right next to you, an arm loosely draped over your waist.

Feeling still shaken up from the nightmare, you know that you can't go to sleep right away again, so you decide to get up, careful not to wake Diluc up as well. He's been working so much lately, the last thing you want to do is disturb his well earned rest.

Once you managed to slip out of his arms, you quietly tiptoe out of the bedroom and gently close the door behind you. You listen to for a few seconds, of any sounds come from the room. When you hear nothing, you turn to find the mansion quiet and dark, everyone else asleep as well.

You contemplate your options for a bit, in the end deciding to go to the kitchen to make yourself something warm to drink. As you go down the steps, your ears perk up a bit, listening to every little sound in and outside the mansion for anything unusual.

The nightmare still clings onto you, not letting go of its grasp on you, which shows in your tail weakly hanging down, only very few movement coming from it.

When you arrive at the kitchen, you immediately go for the kettle to brew yourself some tea. While you're waiting for the water to boil, you sit down on one of the chairs, facing the window. The scenery looks beautiful at night, the lake in full view, the moon reflecting on the surface of the water, making the whole scene feel so serene.

While looking out the window, your thoughts once again drift back to the nightmare. You know that it was just a dream, but the things he said to you in them... they haunt you. What if that was how he truly felt about you..?

What if he really thought of you as some monstrosity? Was he only with you out of pity? Or because he could get some sort of benefit for himself? What if he was after something else entirely and never loved you in the first place? What if-

Your spiraling thoughts get cut off when you suddenly feel a pair of arms hug you from behind, Diluc's scent and warmth instantly enveloping you. You jump a bit from the sudden action, but quickly relax again as you realize that it's him.

You hadn't heard him come down at all. Were you really that deep in your head?

"Nightmare?", he asks, his voice sounding still rough from sleep as he burries his face into the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose against your skin.

Not sure if you were able to speak right now, you simply nodded as an answer.

"Want to talk about it?"

You think it over for a second, but ultimately shake your head. You couldn't, at least not right now.

Diluc accepts that and just continues to hold you like this, unitl the kettle signals that the water is now properly boiled. Before you can even attempt to get up yourself, he lets go off you, goes over and prepares the tea for you, handing you the cup when he returns to your side.

You take the mug from him and thank him quietly, half expecting that he'd go back to sleep now. Instead, Diluc gently picked you up and carried you over to the sofa, sitting himself down and placing you in his lap, careful that you wouldn't spill any of the hot tea.

"..Shouldn't you be going back to sleep?", you ask in a hushed voice. Diluc looks at you for a second, hums in response but doesn't move a single muscle to try and get up. Instead, he lifts a hand and begins to gently comb his fingers through your hair.

Sighing at his action, you close your eyes as you lean your body further into his, enjoying the calming effect his presence has on you. The sound of his steady heartbeat, combined with his scent always puts you at ease.

After taking a sip from your tea, Diluc then bends over you, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. "You don't have to talk about it right away. But I want you to know that I love you. And I'm here for you whenever you're ready."

Hearing these words from him, it seemed almost like the reassurance was all you needed from him. You felt yourself feeling a lot happier again and a small smile grazed the edges of your lips.

"...I love you, too.", you tell him back, resting your body against his chest. You felt so secure right here in his arms, that you didn't even notice your tail starting to wag the tiniest bit.

Kaeya

Nightmares were a somewhat regular occurance for you. You suffered through them frequently your entire childhood. And while noone really knows what causes them, they seemed to come and go at random.

You could go for months without any nightmare whatsoever, only for them to come back and haunt you for days and weeks on end, before leaving you alone again.

Most of the times, they were okay to deal with. But every now and then, the dreams could get so bad that you'd be waking up either crying or screaming at the top of your lungs, almost like you were about to get murdered. The first time that Kaeya had witnessed this, he was panicing, asking you what was going on.

You had a long talk with him the next day and since then, he's always asking you how he can support you should something like this happen again. He's always making sure you fall asleep before him, claiming that it makes him feel more at ease when he knows that you can at least fall asleep and get a good dose of rest.

He tells you that he wants to be woken up by you should you ever wake up from a nightmare. And though you told him you'd do that, you don't always follow through with your promise. He has an exhausting job and you'd feel bad for waking him up in the middle of the night every time you got a nightmare. But you have done it a few times, when the dreams were really bad.

This time however, it seemed like you wouldn't have to do anything.

It was a bad dream. Worse than the worst you ever had. You can't recall the contents of the dream, but you remember that you were terrified, screaming. You must have been screaming in reality, too. Because when you came to yourself again, you saw Kaeya's worried face looming over you, fear written all over it. He was shacking you, trying to wake you up.

"(Name)? Gods, you finally woke up! Are you alright?", he looks relieved when you finally gain consciousness again, backing off a bit to give you more space.

You jolt up in the bed, eyes blown wide, panic still settled deep into every bone of your body. You suddenly feel hyper aware of the clothes clinging to your body from all the sweat and you begin to mindlessly pull and tear on them.

"Hey, hey shh, it's okay.", Kaeya's voice comes from next to you. You can hear that he has to force himself to sound calm, and that doesn't exactly help you to relax.

He then gently takes ahold of both your wrists, placing your hands of his chest as he begins to talk to you. "Hey, focus on me, (name). Focus and take a deep breath in. Here, I'll do it with you."

He guides you through it and after a couple of minutes, it helps and you feel yourself calming down again. He still continues on like that for a bit longer.

"Better?", he asks after you calmed down enough and your breathing evens out again. You nod slightly, but the memories of the terror you felt still haunt you, your ears and tail tucked close to you.

Kaeya also takes notice of this and tries to think of a way to help you out. He comes up with an idea that might help you relax, so he gives you a kiss to your cheek, before he tells you his idea. "How about you take a quick shower, hm? Your clothes must stick uncomfortably. While you do that, I'll make you something hot to drink. Does that sound good?"

Again, you only manage a weak nod of your head, but it's enough for him. Kaeya then helps you stand up and walks to the bathroom with you, helping you out of your drenched clothes. He makes sure you get in the shower safely before shutting the door. He then goes back to the bedroom and takes out a set of your favourite, comfy clothes for you to put on afterwards. Then, he's in the kitchen, preparing a hot chocolate in your favourite mug, since this one can hold the most content inside of it.

After several minutes, you open the bathroom door again, dressed in the clothes he put out for you, hair still wet from the shower. He softly winks you over and you go to sit next to him on the bed. He offers you the hot beverage and you take it from him, thanking him silently.

Then, he takes a comb from your nightstand and turns around to you. "May I?", he asks with a soft smile. You look at the comb in his hands, then at him and a small blush spreads on your cheeks as you nod and turn around, allowing him to brush out your tail.

He goes to work, gently working through the hair and combing it out tenderly. Moments like these are when you truly feel loved by him, when he does those things for you without expecting anything in return from you.

It's quiet in the room, but your ears still pick up on silent sounds, and right now, you close your eyes and focus on Kaeya's calm and steady heartbeat as he grooms your tail.

Soon enough, the nightmare is pushed to the back of your mind and you find yourself cuddled up against him, your tail wagging happily behind you as he holds you close to him, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, telling you over and over again how much he loves you, that he'll always stay right by your side.

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orphic-musings · 1 year

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Emotional & Elemental Reactions

Characters: Diluc, Ayato, Ei x gn! reader

Genre: Angst, distustingly cute fluff

Warnings: Diluc gets wounded (but what’s new)

Summary: Reader is a dendro user and an elemental reaction isn’t the only thing they cause with their lover. (denro vision! reader x various characters drabbles)

Notes: UHMM OK I GOT THIS IDEA FROM @desafinado THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE INSPIRATION! hope u dont mind the tag I might do this for more characters i kinda wanna give this another try IDK we’ll see! also i finished finals so i may or may not be more active 👀 no promises

Burning:

The moment was more than magical, the cool breeze of Monstatd bringing the sweet scent of flowers. But the only scent you cared about was his. His secure grip on your neck and waist. His chapped lips on yours. His perfectly flawed kiss. He had wanted to be gentle with you, to keep you away from him. His dangerous lifestyle and his unperishable flame within. But it seemed fate decided for you to both be here in this moment, on a tepid night made warmer by this burning passion.

You pull yourself away just enough that your lips separate, puffing out hot air.

“I don’t want this moment to end, or this feeling to slip away,” you whisper, eyes still stuck on his mouth. Diluc tilts your chin up so your eyes meet his, and the life within them almost startles you.

“It doesn’t have to,” he presses another quick kiss against you, and you feel your heart swell, “this doesn’t need to end today, or tomorrow.” His hand on your neck moves to the top of your head, and he runs it down your cheek and to jaw. Featherlight but searing. You are so brilliant and gentle, and everything that defines stunning, to him.

You lean more into his touch, letting his palm overheat your already flushed skin. The feeling flows all throughout your body, setting you alight, but you’ve never felt so alive, so in love.

A week has passed since that night, and many more memorable nights were spent. He would often show up on your doorstep, wounded or exhausted from his nightly affairs, usually both. Everytime you would nurse him back to health, and the next morning he would leave better than new.

“It must be your dendro vision,” he would say, “that makes you have such an invigorating and healing touch.” You poured all your heart and soul into everything you do for him, so he can carry parts of you with him wherever he goes. You had never fallen so hard or fast before.

And now he’s back again on your carpet, wound glimmering in the dark. He has fire in his eyes, and danger in his presence. It entices you, but it also breaks your heart.

“Sit right there, I’ll be right back.” You leave him on your floor while you fetch some medical supplies. To your dismay, you catch your reflection in the bathroom mirror, and what you see is not someone in love. You see a star, already long burned out. And Diluc sees it too, when you return with some bandages. In silence you mend him, and when it’s done you can’t find the words to fill it. You long for his touch, the one that set your heart on fire. He reaches out.

“What must I do to witness your affections again?” He whispers. You’re not even sure if he’s really asking you. Suddenly, he pulls his hand away from its delicate graze. It was cold. You don’t even notice how you shake your head at the thought, how you crack a sad smile. It’s not cold, Diluc was never cold. If the sun died out he would still be warm.

“I’m worn out, I’m sorry,” you say, never meeting his eyes. It was your skin that had lost sensation, nerves burned out. He gets up abruptly, but pauses at the door. You finally look at him. The fire is still in his eyes, and you realize now that he had always been too ardent, burning anything that gets close.

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Bloom:

“Come, take my hand.” His smile is gentler than the lick of waves on the shore. Ayato waits for your hand to be placed upon his, and you take it, gladly. In the warm tint of dusk his hair and eyes become a palette of pastels. Together you appear like a watercolour, striding across the beach below the Kamisato Estate.

“I’m so fond of you, you know that right?” He asks, voice ever mild but strong.

“Of course I do. And I’m rather fond of you as well.” You glance up at him, and are met with a genuine smile. He stops walking and twirls you around, letting his playful side show freely. You laugh and fall into his embrace. And he holds you.

“My dear gardener…” he coos, earning more giggles from you. It had all been so fast. Fast enough to make you believe in love at first sight. You weren’t really employed to him, but as a stray traveler, and a dendro user, Thoma had managed to pick you up. He really did have a thing for strays. Ayato didn’t need a reason for you to stay, it was all his pleasure, but the way you so tenderly cared for his garden to make it up made his heart grow even more.

It was the worst possible thing he could do, really. Since he found himself wandering the estate while you garden more often than not. He witnessed in wonder the way you used your vision to nurture and encourage the fauna, and it truly livened the whole place up. Instead of working he would indulge himself in your presence, with the excuse that if you were caring for the plants with your vision, he too wanted to try watering them with his. But he would never regret the way his time was spent.

Not even a month later and he had you in his arms, exactly where he wanted you. It felt glorious. The golden brilliance fading into blue dark, while the waves teeter ever closer on the sand. The lullaby of their rhythmic cascade and the choir of crickets made a peaceful harmony.

I love you, his eyes seemed to say, as he gazed into yours. I love you, you replied, with a perfectly sweet kiss. And perhaps, the garden was not the only thing that bloomed when you were together.

»»————-　♡　-————««

Catalyze:

“Darling?” Ei’s brash voice calls out, and you turn your head immediately. She always appreciated your attentiveness to her, even when she often requires patience from you. “Would you like to go try that restaurant you’ve been talking about?”

“I would love to!” You reply enthusiastically, joining hands with her. Whenever you two touch it feels electric, and it still makes you giddy each time. She smiles at your devotion, your open-mind and your open-heart, just some of the things she fell in love with. How the electro archon fell for just some dendro user is a mystery, even to her. But she’s found herself doing more and more things with you. Trying new experiences and indulging in feelings she had never thought much about before.

“You’re so adventurous these days!” You remark as the two of you walk down the brightly-lit streets of Inazuma City.

“Only because you embolden me my dear. With you I feel such vigor and curiosity I never have before. There is so much more I want to do, with you.” Her blunt statenents makes you flush, and you swear you can feel tingles surge from your intertwined hands.

“Ei!” She turns, but gives a lighthearted laugh upon seeing your flustered expression. She pulls you even closer, wrapping one arm around your middle and leaning her head slightly on top of yours.

“Ei!” You cry out again, ready to melt away from embarrassment.

“I simply want to be closer to my love, is tjat not allowed?” You don’t reply, and she smiles. “Your company is both exhilirating and calming, and I can’t get enough of it. If anything in this world were eternal,” she interrupts herself to kiss you, forcing you both to stop in your tracks, “I would want it to be this feeling.” She gazes at you and the pure adoration in it makes you fall in love all over again, as you lean in to kiss her again.

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abbacchiosbelt · 8 months

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you asked for diluc asks and i couldnt help myself, but indulge in it as well.

ive been thinking about an arranged marriage au with diluc, where both of you are kinda like, yeah it is what it is. yall dont like each other romantically, but its tolerable enough. it feels like a surface level friendship between the two of you, so thats something. until one day, everyone around you starts talking about when are you and diluc going to have a baby, because you know, thats kinda a pertinent part in this entire marriage. i mean, you guys didnt get married willy nilly because of some deep passionate love shared between you and diluc. you barely knew him when you had to marry him the moment you were of age. rather, because both your families thought that through your marriage, a child conceived out of it will surely further both family legacies. why else did they get you two together? both families are rich and influential, so you gotta respect family honor somehow.

so, wheres the baby?

tbh, both of you are really not on board with that idea. and so far, have managed to ignore the idea of it for the first few years together. but as you and diluc continue to live together as a married couple, it starts to get a little hard to push this aside. it seems to be your main duty as a couple and you feel the pressure burdening you. you can only ignore it for so long, until you see how your "husband" begins to look at you less with coldness but... with something deeper. with all this baby talk, diluc cant help himself but grow to almost like--no, open to the idea of it. especially with you...maybe it isnt too bad? if you were to become a parent, you'd make a good one, he thinks, because youre nice and caring...youre always eager to help others around you...you always seem happy too, with a pretty smile...and you smell nice...and you have soft skin...have you always looked this beautiful?

you cant help but shiver at the dark glint reflected in his eyes.

but in all honesty, i just kinda wanna see diluc slowly go feral after putting up with all this baby talk </3 one moment hes like, not into it at all. diluc never thought of having kids, ever, in the first place. but then the next moment, hes raising an eyebrow and going: "did this unlock something in me?"

[this could divulge into dark/yan content tbh. bc imagine diluc goes from being fine with sleeping in separate rooms and even letting this marriage be an open relationship, to suddenly forcing you to sleep next to him and demanding that both of you should start acting like a "proper" couple. you ought to listen to him more and to never stray too far from home.]

anon 👀👀👀 this is so tasty!! i am a sucker for arranged marriages gone yandere, but i do like the idea of a regular diluc just getting baby fever from being with you.

and yandere diluc in this scenario... hhh. his possessive side rears its ugly head FAST. he's not forceful about things - he'd never want to hurt you - but he makes it clear that his requests aren't something you can ignore. you'll understand, diluc thinks, when you see how he's going to properly romance you. you're going to treat him like a proper husband now, and that means fulfilling your duties as his spouse...

#long post #yandere cw #dark content cw #arranged marriage #mention of pregnancy #gi diluc

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wri0thesley · 11 months

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Ooh what do you think some of your faves would dress their darlings in? 👀

(reader/darling who mostly wears femme fashions)! i will do some genshin faves, if you want to hear my opinions abt a character in particular feel free to ask bc i love thinking about clothes! <3

diluc is a traditional man, but there's a touch of delicacy to the things he gives you. he wants to dissuade you from trying to escape, so you're given fine embroidered slippers that are suitable for nothing more than walking around the finely carpeted winery, delicate gauzy fabrics that would snag on branches and perhaps be pulled from your body altogether. beautiful embroideries and lovely lace, in pale pretty colours. he brings you flowers for your hair and buys you fancy jewelry, and all together the effect is rather like a beautiful innocent maiden.

ayato, too, prefers the finer things in life mixed in with tradition. he allows you to wear things a little more risque than diluc might, but only because he enjoys the thought of covetous glances on your bare skin. diluc hides you away from prying eyes, but ayato shows you off - he has no shame that you are his. he wants everyone to know it. and, naturally, you wear his colours and his family's crest. everyone must know who you belong to.

kaveh would prefer to dress you up in beautiful colours and flowing fabrics, a lovely muse - but alhaitham thinks this rather a waste. better to keep their darling in practical things. nothing so solid that you could feasibly escape in it, but enough to keep you reasonably modest and safe and at a good temperature. mostly you find yourself in short robes of plain material, or too-large shirts. kaveh tries to make up for it with little ornaments like flowers, a pair of socks with a cute pattern, new underwear with a pretty edging of lace. it keeps him in your good graces and just skirts the edges of alhaitham getting angry about it.

#yandere for ts #genshin impact posting #nat.txt

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danafeelingsick · 1 year

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i'm back to writing again, finally 😭 i've been busy! drawing, doing a bunch of commissions (which you should check out 👀), and brainroting over that c.haracter.ai bot. i don't recommend it, makes you lazy...

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ: i feel like i went a different route with this one, you can tell i was excited about the fight scene, so it's much more angsty and edgy than my normal stuff, but i couldn't help it! the whole darknight hero storyline is so cheesy and i love it. heed the warnings below:

HOT PURSUIT

In his restless search to stomp the abyss order, Diluc stumbles upon a sickly Venti left to die, and a race against time to save him. Will the darknight hero be able to save our beloved bard, or will both succumb to the abyss' dark scheme?

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ canon-typical violence, graphic depictions of vomiting, mentions of alcohol abuse, mentions of poisoning, stomach ache whump, nausea, regurgitation, fainting, vomiting blood (only slightly descriptive), drowning, implied character death

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ 4,5k~

Silence is severed by the tread of hefty boots. The sound was followed by two figures cutting the empty street in pursuit. A man in a tattered dark cloak tags several steps behind an abyssal creature, a hydro mage protected by an elemental shield.

The creature snickers, mocking him. He grits his teeth, he can't keep up the pace for much longer, and a metallic taste lingers at the root of his tongue. The mage knows it, the deranged chants of a mind long lost carry the tone of a thing that knows it has won.

The stalker keeps to the shadows of the buildings, guarded against the moon's light, almost as if its watchful eye could scorch him. The worn-out fabric of his black cloak flaps in the wind, like the broken wing of a bird falling from the sky. He resisted the urge to clutch his flank, where a cloth had been wrapped tight over a flesh wound, the frigid current made it burn anew as it whipped his skin.

His resolve didn't waver, even as he watched the abyss mage drift away like a bubble of soap in the wind, even as the chanting preluded its escape, the pursuer pushed on. In a last effort, he summoned his weapon, feeling the all too familiar weight of a greatsword fall into his hands. He catches it even before the long blade can touch the stone path, balancing it without a false step, without even destabilizing his breath. All for naught, the creature vanished before his eyes.

A curse escapes the man's lips as he stops dead in his track, standing where the mage had been less than a second ago. Traces of hydro still hung in the air, evaporating to the naked eye as the wind swept it away like it was never there in the first place. A vision had already been enough favor from the gods, but now the man deeply envied the few who possessed elemental sight.

He muttered another curse under his breath, finally allowing himself a few long drags of air, even if it made his side sting, it dispersed the anger gathering in his scowl. He had been stalking that creature since nightfall, he had it cornered, but he had been overzealous when it came to disposing of it.

The silence was deafening once again. He looked to his right, realizing he had been standing at the mouth of a pitch-black alley, inviting an ambush. He glued his back to the wall and listened closely, for any sign of life in that deserted city. His eyes were peeled for any movement in the dark, his gaze focused like a famished falcon.

To provoke even further, he pulled down the hood of his cloak, revealing a mane of fiery red locks cascading down his back. There wasn't a single soul in Mondstadt who wouldn't recognize that man, Diluc Ragnvindr knew it well. If anyone were to see him… Sometimes he wished he still had that beaked mask, but part of him knew he had already outgrown it.

The nobleman didn't allow himself another moment to breathe, he could feel the many bruises dotting his skin, under his layered coat, the wound on his side, throbbing as if his heart could leak from it. The abyss mage had attacked him as soon as it had the chance, it was an act of such desperation he knew it wasn't there for a simple reconnaissance mission. He couldn't relax just yet, his blade was raised, warm still from his elemental energy coursing through it.

After a second of bated breath, a faint rustling sound came from deeper within the alley. Diluc immediately tensed, assuming the same fighting stance he had trained to perfection, ready to light up the whole street with his flames at the first hint of movement. But nothing came. He knew these creatures were intelligent, they wouldn't attack him head-on, not when it had the advantage.

There was no way to lure it out. Diluc breathed deeply as he took a step into the darkness. His intuition kept repeating a trap. Upon hearing a bottle shattered against stone, followed by others rolling on the ground, he immediately conjured the image of some stray cat chasing a mouse, and knocking empty bottles on its way. The thought entertained him for a moment, but the closer he got, the more he convinced himself it was something larger than that.

It took a few tense moments for his eyes to adapt to darkness, but as soon as they did, the hero froze, realizing he could discern a silhouette cut out against the dark. It stood there, swaying before it spun, and plummeted to the ground with a heavy thud, knocking more bottles. The sound was like a screech in the dead of night, over as soon as it started, leaving only pained groans behind.

It was a risk he fastly accepted as he lowered his blade and raised a hand, commanding a small flame to crackle to life in his open palm. The wavering red glow brought definition to the silhouette, and Diluc could now tell it was a person, or at least the form of one, tossed on the ground like a rag doll.

”By the archons…”, he murmured, his heart dropping to his stomach when he recognized the teal cape before anything else. “Venti!?”

The greatsword vanished before it even touched the ground. Diluc rushed to the fallen man's aid, stepped around the maze of empty bottles, and knelt. Bringing the flame closer, he looked over him for any injuries, anything to explain why he had collapsed right in front of him.

The bard was shivering violently, Diluc could tell just by looking at him. His shoulders hitched in one desperate attempt to fill his lungs. Then he went stiff, his back arching before a gurgle came from his throat. It sounded like he was drowning.

Diluc rolled the bard onto his back and reached out to brush his braids away, but the change of positions seemingly made the young bard spring back to life. He flinched as a long gasp left his lips, followed by whimpers that quickly turned garbled, desperate.

Carefully, as if he was approaching a feral wounded animal, Diluc pulled him closer, holding his head up as he laid his body over his lap. Venti was deathly pale. The faint blue of his eyelids turned almost purple under the flickering red glow of his element. The same color lingered in his lips, which parted now to reveal the deep red-stained inside of his mouth.

“Venti? Venti!” he called, keeping his voice hushed despite the panic brewing in his chest. He cupped his cheek, cold sweat soaking into the palm of his glove. The bard winced under the touch, his lips quivering as he let out a small whimper, or at least tried to.

The sound didn't quite make it out of his mouth. A lengthy gurgle traveled up his throat, turning graphically wet as it reached the back of his tongue. He pitched forward with a gag, and Diluc scrambled to catch him. His face was contorting and his lips puckering, then parting again when he couldn't hold back another gag.

Venti made a miserable sound, the only warning he could give before he let out a short belch and a surge of red liquid along with it. It spewed out the sides of his mouth, a weak spurt coming out of his nose, coating his chin, and neck.

Diluc had to bite back a yelp as he saw it, his mind conjured the worst of possibilities before the first logical one. Venti heaved in his lap, suffocating, and his hands were moving before he knew it. The flame fizzled out along with the shock, and he flipped the bard's hitching body onto his side.

He didn't let go, even as the acidic smell hit him, even as Venti lurched with a gurgly retch quickly drowned out by more watered-down red and purple vomit. Diluc felt the sickening warmth drip onto his knees, quickly seeping into the clothes and cooling, but everything was racing too fast for that to be a concern on his mind.

He could tell Venti was struggling to breathe still and tried to gently, albeit shakingly, make him lean forward. Holding him by the shoulder, the other hand brushing his braids away, not even realizing they were already soiled. He practically sprawled the small bard over his lap, unable to do anything except watch as he heaved painfully.

Venti gagged, squeezing his eyes even tighter as he let out a groan of pure misery. The way he was being moved only served to make him feel worse like his packed stomach was being tossed around, like a balloon about to burst. He went completely stiff, trying to brace himself, but he was far too weak for it.

Vomit spewed out of him in a lengthy gush, it sounded like an open faucet, then like a drowning animal when it tapered off and he kept gagging graphically. Everything hurt in a way he thought he had forgotten, his head was throbbing mercilessly and his stomach kept wringing itself out of his mouth.

It took a few long seconds for Venti to register the hands all over him, prodding at his face now, forcing his eye open. His movements were lethargic, but in what felt like an eternity, he was able to raise a hand, and merely graze the wrist of whoever was trying to wake him up.

“Venti, please. If you can hear me, respond”, he heard a familiar voice coming from a blur of disheveled red locks and recognized it quickly. The man carried an unfamiliar grief in his tone, one Venti had never heard before.

The windborne bard weakly lifted his head and looked up at the nobleman, squinting as he struggled to outline his feature in the pitch-black darkness.

“Master… Diluc…?”, he croaked, his speech heavily slurred, his voice barely coming through. He struggled to focus on the figure looming over him, his pupils were like glossy marbles threatening to roll to the back of his head.

“Yes, yes it's me. Venti, stay with me, please! Don't pass out!”, Diluc pulled the bard closer and held his head, but to no avail, he started going limp in his arms. “Venti, it's not safe here!”

In a desperate attempt to keep the bard awake, Diluc shook him and regretted that decision when he saw his cheeks bulge out. Venti bolted upright with a sounding heave and more watery vomit splashed onto his own lap, completely covering it. His green shorts and white buttoned-up were dyed a sickly shade of purple.

He fell back, deflated, his chest jumping as he tried to catch his breath, threads of vomit still clinging to his chin and nose. Diluc shuddered, feeling the warm liquid drip down to his thighs and quickly cool as it reached his skin. He didn't let go of the bard however, he held him even closer as he shivered violently, seemingly disappearing within his arms.

“It h-hurts…”, Venti stuttered, burying his face into the man's chest, trying to chase away that horrible cold burn that seemed to be coming from within him, anything to stop that nauseating pain in his whole body. “M-Make it stop…”

Diluc was completely lost. He didn't know what was wrong with him if anything was even wrong. He was an archon, he used to be one, archons couldn't die, could they? Not like this, not in his arms.

And the smell… The panic had been clogging all of his senses, making his vision tunnel around the small bard nestled within his hug, but now that he could actually, the smell of sick hit him full force. Diluc had to hold his breath, gasping through his mouth as he noticed how strongly it smelled of alcohol.

Venti tensed harshly within his arms, his small hand pawning at Diluc's cape, pulling on it as his face buried deeper in his chest. Diluc stiffened every muscle in him when he heard him groan, the noise was muffled and short-lived, sounding deeply pained.

It was the only warning Venti mustered, and in his state, it was even more than he could. He tried to hold it, pushing on Diluc to put distance between them before he lost it.

He couldn't even retch, it simply came up without a struggle, a torrent of sick covering the both of them. It cascaded down Venti's buttoned white shirt, dampening it and gluing the stained fabric to his skin. Diluc's clothes weren't safe either, the long-sleeved shirt he wore under the tattered cape wasn't spared and got completely covered in vomit.

He locked his breath, trying to not gag himself. It was sickening, he could feel his own stomach revolting against the feeling of warm puke coating his skin.

“Ugh—, eurgh”, Diluc gagged, and hurriedly pressed a fist to his mouth when he felt the taste of his dinner flood his tongue. He clenched his eyes shut, trying to focus on breathing, but even that assaulted his senses with the smell of stomach acid and alcohol.

He couldn't vomit, he wouldn't vomit. Taking a shaky breath, he gulped down and locked his throat, waiting for nausea to pass. His rush of adrenaline was passing, all he could feel now was his guts churning.

When he made sure he could take his hand off his mouth, he looked down at Venti, whose only signs of life were the occasional hiccups shaking his shoulders, and the vice-like grip he held on his cape.

“Venti?”, he called, his voice still loaded with nausea.

“I'm… sorry…”, he repeated, a pitiful sob cutting his sentence in half.

Diluc widened his eyes, taken aback. Was he crying? Venti never struck him as an emotional drunkard, but taking how much he had already vomited, and how much he seemed to be holding back, he didn't know what to think anymore.

“You… drank way too much again, didn't you”, he asked, his tone spreading confusion. Something told him that wasn't it, Venti had an ungodly tolerance he had witnessed before, for him to be vomiting this much, for him to complain about pain…

“S-Something was wrong…”, he muttered in between shaky breaths. “That drink…”

Diluc cocked his head. What drink? He hadn't served Venti these past few days, and he was sure Charles, the bartender at Angel's Share wouldn't hide it from him, considering Venti rarely paid in the first place. In fact, a few patrons had been wondering where their friendly bard had run off to. Who else was going to play such cryptic ballads? Something definitely was wrong.

”We need to go”, he informed Venti, and while his tone came off dry, his heart was at the back of his throat. “I'll take you to Jean—”

“No!” Venti cut him off, raising his eyes to Diluc, who felt his heart split into two when he finally saw the tears. “She can't h-help…”

“What happened to you?” Diluc finally asked, his eyes wide, in the heat of the moment, he had all but forgotten the conditions he had found Venti in. “A-Are you hurt?”

Venti shook his head weakly, but to betray his words he flinched, pain flashing across his face. He curled into himself, arms wrapped tightly around his middle. Diluc held his breath out of instinct.

“Is it your stomach?”, he asked, pulling the bard even closer as he tried to look at him, to find what exactly was wrong with him. He nodded, even weaker.

“I think I've been poisoned…”, he struggled to say.

The nobleman's mouth instantly filled with questions, but before he could utter any of them, Venti winced within his grasp and curled into himself.

“Hng, you have to take me to… Windrise.”

That gigantic oak tree, it would take a while to get there on foot, especially with the injuries Diluc had sustained, and the exhaustion settling in both of them. Still, he couldn't leave Venti here.

Diluc held the bard close and stood up, feeling the wounds on his side burn anew as he started to run.

His heart was trashing inside his chest, the wind was biting cold on his damp clothes. Venti's breath hitched as he continued to sob, no doubt the violent motions were only making everything worse, the pain and nausea threatened to put him under once again.

He was small within his arms, and it looked like he was turning even smaller, getting close to disappearing. Venti fisted the sleeve of Diluc's cape, bringing it to his mouth as he felt like he was going to vomit once more.

This time he only managed to bring up a mouthful of thin puke, it quickly seeped into the soiled fabric.

The nobleman glanced down as he felt that now all too familiar feeling of hot vomit covering his chest. His clothes were beyond saving at this point, he paid no mind to it. Mercifully, in the dim light, he couldn't see the wisps of red within the regurgitated wine, all he saw was poor Venti coughing wetly as the remnants of his spells seeped out of his nostrils.

“Shh… Breathe”, Diluc shushed him tenderly, briefly running a hand over his shoulder before he glanced up again. They were nearly out of the city.

The darknight hero quickly reached the front gates of Mondstadt. The ghostly empty streets brought him a visceral fear, he felt like several eyes astray were crawling on his back. It was a sickening feeling, his stomach winced violently, his breath stopping as he realized he couldn't let go of Venti, he couldn't defend him.

The wind howled, his footsteps echoed along the stone bridge, then the grass took its toll, severing the silence for only a moment. Not a soul was in sight, but Diluc could feel the abyss watching him, its eyes clinging to him. Refusing to let go.

“Hang in there… Venti”, he huffed, clinging to the bard in his arms. He responded with a wince, sinking even further into his chest, as if he could just disappear into it. Diluc prayed he wouldn't, that form was strong enough to withstand whatever they had done to him. “We're… almost there…”

He was nearly out of breath as he uttered those words, but as soon as the oak tree came into view, he rushed his pace, nearly tripping over himself. Almost there. The sense of security that vision brought left the darknight hero careless, and open. He didn't realize the figure encroaching on his peripheral, he only felt the sharp pain open a gash on his flank.

The darknight hero tumbled to the ground, sending two limp bodies rolling over the grass. They only stopped at the foot of the hill, the shadow of the oak tree looming over them, its spiraling roots reaching out for them.

Diluc sucked greedy gasps, one after another, his chest was jumping wildly, trying to recover the air stolen from his lungs. The biting wind on his open wound was like a sheet of paper being torn in two, the pain was making his vision wave, and he didn't know if he could trust his other senses. He raised a shivering hand over it and placed it over the gash, his searing hot blood poured over his glove.

He forced himself onto his elbows and raised his head, looking around for Venti. The sunken form of the windborne bard was only a few steps away from him, wrapped tightly in his green cape, still as a stone. Then he heard it, the abyss mage cackling, it was enough to make him ignore the screaming pain.

Diluc didn't think of what it would do to him, he was moving before he even realized it. His body begged him to lay down, but he stood up, hot blood flowing from his side, dangerously close to his innards. He didn't think, he assumed his fighting stance and called upon his blade.

Between the blur of exhaustion and the wavering dark shadows, he couldn't see the next attack, even if the wind carried it so gently toward him. He only felt it when the cold water engulfed him, then it was already too late.

Diluc grew desperate as he realized he couldn't breathe, the air had become water and his choices had become two: he allowed it in his lungs, or he held onto the little air he had in them until the bitter end. He clutched at his throat, the pressure was increasing, and his surroundings were growing darker.

There was a name in his mouth as it finally opened, he could taste his own blood tainting the water as it filled his throat.

The impact of his body hitting the ground was enough to drive Diluc awake. His eyes flew open, and he turned onto the grass, clutching it as he hacked violently. His lungs were on fire as he tried to take in a breath, but his efforts only brought out water, splashing onto the soil until it took a much denser consistency.

Diluc retched in between bouts of salted water until his stomach contents were piling onto the grass. When he could finally breathe, his sinus burned from the mixture of the scorching acid mixed with fresh blood in his mouth. The remnants of heavily digested day-old food clung to his chin and mouth, dense ropes of a sickly orange that smelled foul, far worse than what Venti had done.

He raised his eyes from the tainted grass at last, his ears still ringing from the pressure in his head, his soaked clothes weighed him down. Through matted hair and swimming vision, he caught it in time.

The windborne bard raised to his feet, a teal glow framing his face, anemo power oozed from the tips of his braid. One arm was raised graciously, one slender hand cupping the air, bending the element around it, pointing to the abyss mage hovering above the ground. It spat words at the former archon in a language long lost, but it earned no reaction out of him.

The wind currents gathered into a spiral, surrounding the abyss mage who looked down to see the glowing sigil form under it and suddenly suspend it. Like a bubble of soap being carried into the wind, it popped.

Diluc watched as the abyssal creature was torn from limb to limb before his eyes, a paper doll in the hands of a child. A gory mess plummeted with a sickening wet thud, its filthy blood oozing out of the pile, filling the air with a nauseating scent. He gagged, then dropped his head to the puke pile in front of him and gagged again, vomiting onto the grass once more. This time he couldn't tell if it was out of pain or relief.

He dared to glance at it again and found ghostly blue flame was consuming the corpse, soon there was no trace left of it. His vision blurred after that, he must've lost a few seconds, because when he realized, Venti was kneeling by his side, shakingly rubbing his shoulder.

The darknight hero struggled to sit up, holding his wounded side with one hand, the other went to wipe his mouth, which made little difference. Diluc was completely drenched in all kinds of filth.

“You are bleeding”, the windborne bard told him and something about the newfound glow in his aqua-green eyes told Diluc he wasn't talking to Venti, but to lord Barbatos.

“It-It's… nothing”, he rasped, surprised at how weak his own voice sounded.

A soft chuckle left the bard's lips and he shook his head, his braids following the movement.

“You said you would take me there, didn't you?”, he said, strangely calm. “Let me help you the rest of the way.”

Venti didn't wait for confirmation, hd crawled under Diluc's arm, unphased by the water and blood dripping from him. A deep groan left Diluc's lips, his wound oozed blood as he was forced upright, the pain spiraled throughout his whole body.

The couple of steps it took to the foot of the oak tree threatened his vision with darkness, but Venti's presence strangely was the only thing that held his conscious. He lowered him down, onto the grass, and leaned against the bark.

Diluc closed his eyes and breathed deeply, albeit carefully, it burn where his skin had been torn off, such was the power of an elemental attack taken head on. It was a deep cut, but one he had walked off before, getting hurt like was all in day's work. He would survive.

Then he heard it, the beautiful melody of his lyre. Diluc was willing to crawl, he would carry his suffering along with his sense of duty. Yet, when he saw Venti, radiant despite his dishelved appearance, strumming his fingers along the strings, it carried his pain off his shoulder and onto the wind.

“This will not cure you”, the windborne bard advised, opening one glowing aqua-green eye. “But it will give you strength to reach home, no matter how grave your injuries are.”

Diluc fell back and drew in a deep breath, staring into the luscious foliage of the oak tree above them. The moon peeked from the gaps.

“No, I'm not leaving you here”, the stubborn hero refused.

Venti let a smile take form on his lips, a chuckle rest within his chest, waiting until the song of his strings came into an end. The wooden instruments came undone within his hands, transformed into feathers, then lignt.

“You're in worse shape than me. I...'ve been poisoned”, the bard said, no urgency in his voice, only that playful innocence. “You already brought me here, there is nothing more you can do.”

Diluc wanted to protest, he wanted to say no, Venti would come with him to the Winery, he could arrange the finest room to him, luxurious clothes and the best doctor Teyvat had to offer, but both of them knew. He didn't need it.

“I'll be fine”, Venti said, and his smile was sincere, even if it hid a stained tongue. “Go now. Come see me in the morning if you wish. You'll find me.”

Diluc rose to his feet, clinging to tree as his body swayed. Despite everything in his body begging for him to give up, he found strength to stand. He looked down at the bard, at his dark blue head of hair and his teal cape, his rosy face and his aqua-green eyes, contemplating that form he had chosen.

“It is a promise, then.”

Venti waved him off, with a hand completely hidden inside his sleeve, he watched as the dark silhouette of the darknight hero staggered away, his tattered black coat dragged over the grass like a broken wing.

Once he had disappeared, Venti looked up at the oak tree, smiling weakly at that familiar view, letting the wind sweep his form away, until he was lighter than air itself.

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