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  • ph4ngz
    16.05.2022 - 22 minutes ago

    There you are, stunning in your tight little black dress, with your hair tied up all messy. Legs crossed so that he could steal the smallest glimpse of your underwear.

    Your mascara is smudged slightly, but it doesn’t make you look any less perfect.

    Not to Diluc.

    You smile and laugh with the local bard known as Venti, listening with appreciation when he begins to perform a requested song.

    Skin glowing beneath the dimmed lights of Angel’s Share, you glance at the bartender with a smirk lingering from a previously told joke.

    “Hey—”

    Then a second one. Wait, are you biting your lip?

    “Hey!”

    And a third—

    Diluc flinches at a drunken Kaeya waving at him, attention finally turned to the overflowing glass of dandelion wine on the counter.

    He looks further down, there’s liquor everywhere. It’d spilled over his uniform and oh Archons he was— was he hard?

    “My apologies.” He doesn’t dare make eye contact with him.

    “My, my Diluc! Somebody catch your eye?” Kaeya rests his chin on the palm of his hand.

    “Charles! Whaddaya’ say we close a little earlier tonight?” The flustered redhead’s voice raises with a few embarrassed cracks, trying desperately to ignore you staring at him in the background.

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  • kaeyazuha
    16.05.2022 - 3 hours ago

    𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬

    ❝  I was wondering if I could request Diluc, Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli, and Thoma comforting the reader who struggles with nightmares and has a particularly bad one that leaves them shaken up. The nightmare could be about loss maybe? ❞

    ; Hey there, love! I’m so sorry- in my haste I accidentally wrote for Xiao instead of Thoma (don’t ask how) so I ended up writing both, and I made the dreams more vague (not about loss specifically) so I really messed up-- I hope it’s okay regardless, I’m so sorry! (っ °Д °;)っ

    ; 5/16/22

    ; Fluff/Comfort

    ; CW: sharing a bed, nightmares, mentions/descriptions of monsters, light gore/violence, etc., physical touch

         𝗗𝗶𝗹𝘂𝗰 𝗥𝗮𝗴𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗿

    ✧ Diluc is a man of strength, willpower, success, and power. Those who see the bags under his eyes assume he’s simply overworking as businessmen do; however, what they don’t see is how those eyes are often bloodshot and teary as his body’s drenched in a cold sweat day after day. The Darknight Hero both protects Mondstadt and himself, saving him from having to suffer through the nightmares he sees every time his eyes close. Though because of this, he’s not that good at comforting you after a nightmare, especially not a particularly bad one. However, after all of his time spent with you, and after all of the buried thoughts he pretended not to have about someone comforting him during those times nobody did, he ends up lulling you back to sleep with a smile on your face anyway.

    ✧ After years of nightmares and being frightened awake by the sound of the rain pattering against the window, he became a light sleeper. The moment you start tossing and turning, gripping onto the blankets with a sleep-ridden yet pained expression, he’s sitting up and gently pulling you back to the real world with hushed whispers and light touches. Calloused thumbs stroke away your tears and caress your cheeks while he hushes your panicked cries soothingly. If you weren’t so blindsided by the horrors that projected over your eyes just moments ago, you’d want to tease him for acting like a lovesick teenager. But you couldn’t find it in you; not now, not when he held you like he was afraid of letting go, not when he could care less about the endless tears and muffled cries soiling his silk night attire, not when he held you so close to him with the promise of forever cradled in the hands that caressed your skin.

    ✧ He has a very soothing presence when he’s not trying to scare people; like a warm campfire on a cold night, the glowing embers dancing in the smoke and creating little fireflies amidst inky black, the warmth emanating from the burning wood acting as a blanket and shield from the cold. If you’d like, he’d silently listen to you recount your nightmare after helping you grab a glass of water- “You need to stay hydrated after crying like that…” he’d remind calmly. If you’d rather just go back to sleep after being so cruelly pulled from it, then Diluc would hold you to his chest in silence, allowing the night sky and the quiet sound of crickets, summer wind, and the thrum of his heartbeat lull you back to sleep. This time, the images that greet you aren’t horrific or miserable, but lighthearted and sweet. Even in your dreams, he stands there with his hand extended to you and the sincerest of smiles on his face.

    - ✧ -

    The sheets felt burning hot under your hands, the uncomfortable heat almost suffocating as you gasped for air. You frantically sorted your hands through the blanket, searching amidst the darkness for the face you were always so excited to wake up to, the scarlet eyes filled with light- anything, anything to fix what you just saw behind closed eyes. It hurt, it burned-- even without a fear of the dark or monsters in the unknown, you found yourself looking over your shoulder over and over again while trying to muffle the cries escaping bitten lips. 

    “Mmn…Dearest?” Diluc groggily spoke, sitting up and blindly waving his hand around until he reached the lamp switch, flicking it on and then gasping when you practically flung yourself at him. Please, you begged, ‘m sorry, you cried, and you burrowed yourself as far as you could into his shirt.

    His hands found you, one hand rubbing over your back and the other cupping the back of your head. “It’s okay, I’m here now.” He leaned closer, messy locks of hair draped over his shoulders and tickling yours and he smiled while brushing away your tears. “You’re safe now.” With that, you only cried harder, gripped his shirt tighter, hid yourself in his shoulder further, and he held you ever closer. “That was but a dream, my dear.” He murmured for only you to hear despite being in an empty room, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your wetted cheek. “You’re here, with me, and we’re alright.” 

    It’s not alright, you wanted to yell, but couldn’t find the words to do so. Every sound you could make became trapped in a bubble lodged in your throat, and all that came out was silent, choked cries. It must hurt, you’d think while subconsciously digging your fingernails into his back, clawing at whatever you could to keep you grounded. Yet, he didn’t seem to mind at all. He simply held one of your hands in his own and held it tight, and never did he let go until your sobs died down into small hiccups.

    “...’m sorry.” Why were you apologizing? How long has it been? Everything was blurry after being dragged out of sleep by the ankles and feeling your emotions leak out from your eyes like water from a faucet. You almost felt absent from the world after waking up; colors and sounds being about as vivid as a speckle of white paint atop a blank canvas, and time seeming almost nonexistent.

    He seemed to wonder the same question, pulling away with almost an offended look while cupping your cheeks in his hands. “Don’t apologize. You had every right to be upset after a nightmare like that…” And only after those words did you piece together that through your frantic rambles, you’d explained (or tried to, at least) the nightmare that plagued you. “I’m simply sorry that I couldn’t prevent the dream from happening in the first place…” Diluc sighed, biting down lightly on his lower lip and letting out a small laugh when you huffed, easing it out from between his teeth. “Sorry.” He mused. “Are you feeling better, at least?”

    You hummed, wiping at your eyes and inwardly cringing at the sticky feeling of your cold sweat and dried tears. “...I think so, yes.” Another pause, and then your head whipped towards the grand clock just across from the bed, and you gasped. “Diluc it’s four in the morning! You need to rest!” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at the calm, almost sarcastic response he gave just after.

    “I’m sure Adelinde can handle things if I sleep in an hour or two and,” He averted his gaze and guided your head to rest on his shoulder. “You’re my first priority now and always. Please, don’t belittle your struggles or hide them from me. The very same way you take care of me in times like this, allow me to do the same.” You smiled at that, and he relaxed for the first time that night. “Let’s try this again, yes? There’s still time until the morning.” He fell backwards until his back collided with the plush sheets, and his hands extended outwards to you in an inviting plea.

    With the sudden lack of adrenaline, you couldn’t help but practically collapse in his arms. You found your fingertips still digging lightly into his shirt, and your hands still trembling; but when you rested your head on his chest and relished in the sound of his heartbeat and the sight of his sleepy smile, you decided yes-

    Let’s try this again.

         𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲 '𝗧𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗹𝗶𝗮'

    ✧ As a child, Tartaglia was often plagued by nightmares. Frightening beasts from his father’s tales, his family being broken apart, even the vivid feeling of just falling endlessly often woke him up with a cry. He was used to being comforted and lulled back to sleep by his parents and older siblings and thanks to this, was well-prepared for your frightened gasp and the timid way you shook him awake. He was ready to give you the kindest smile he could muster while half asleep. He was in his element as he held you to his chest and coaxed your cries out from bitten lips, rocking you back and forth within his hold. It was almost surprising, just how gentle the ruthless harbinger could be. But it was more than welcomed, especially when he slowly replaced your nightmare with images and stories more beautiful than a sunset over rippling water, or snowflakes dancing amidst ivory skies.

    ✧ Despite the groggy lilt to his voice, and the hazy film over crystalline blue eyes, he still appears so beautiful as you stare up at him through teary eyes. He’d give you a moment, just holding you in his arms and humming an old Snezhnayan lullaby while allowing your muffled cries to fill the silence. Childe opts to let you guide what happens from here; allowing you to either speak your mind about what happened, or fall back asleep in the comfort of his arms. He makes no move to force words out of you or demand what happened when you closed your eyes, but the way his fingers dance along the curve or your back and the soft plush of your cheeks tells you all the words he’d say if he were more than half-awake.

    ✧ To be honest, unless you start a conversation, he’s mostly silent. Every once in a while, the smallest of whispers would grace your ears with sweet nothings. But for the most part, his quiet hums and the sound of his hands brushing over your back fills the silence. In the morning, he’d check with you to make sure you’re alright with it, and then he’d ask you about your dream. Now that you’ve slept on it and hopefully feel better about it, he hopes you can tell him about your nightmare in a way that doesn’t hurt you. Then he’d do everything in his power to keep the same thing from happening again- he hates seeing you so frightened, it scares him just as much. And so, the following night, you’ll feel him hold you just a bit tighter to him.

    - ✧ -

    You ran, as far as you could and as fast as possible. At one point you stumbled, wincing at the pain but persevering nonetheless. Tears streaked down your cheeks and your heart pounded in your ears, the wind permeated the sound of the night sky and you could barely make out a voice in the frenzy of your panicked gasps and muffled cries.

    “....n”

    “Y….”

    “Y….n”

    “(Y/n)!!”

    You wanted to scream back, you did, but you didn’t have the chance to until you were jostled so hard you almost screamed earthquake instead of childe. At the sight of his panicked yet sleep-ridden expression, you looked around the room and found that the only thing real about everything you just saw was your erratic heartbeat and the tears dripping down your skin.

    “There, there~. C’mere, love.” The bed shifted when he scooted closer, wrapping his arms around you and chuckling when you burrowed your head into the crook of his neck. “Want to tell me what happened?” You shook your head, the thought of having to relive that again being too much in the moment. He hummed, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple and then leaning back to leave one more kiss over your forehead. “That’s okay, don’t force yourself.” It hurt, you wanted to say, but found yourself pausing when the pain from just a moment ago started to ease even a little bit. His hands traveled up and down your back and arms, his cheek pressed to the side of your head and crystalline blue eyes fluttered closed while he hummed a familiar tune.

    Eventually, you recognized it to be an old lullaby; a favorite when he was younger. You smiled at that, recalling how fondly he looked when he recalled that song, and told you how it reminded him of you. Gentle, like your kind gaze. Calming, like your presence. Lovely, like your eyes. And so, so very dear to him, just like you. The sleepy gravel in his voice added a deep tone to his melody, one that coaxed your eyes to slowly flutter and eventually close, and he smiled at that. Childe swayed you in his arms slowly and lightly, relishing in the way you relaxed into his touch. Your grip on his shirt started to ease into a light hold instead of a death grip, your pounding heart slowed into a smooth rhythm, and the tears that dried onto your cheeks began to fade away into nothingness.

    “Feeling better, sweetheart?” Childe mused happily, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You don’t have to tell me what happened right now, but,” He cupped your cheek. “I expect a full report in the morning, sergeant.” You laughed at his faux serious tone, voice still watery and throat dry, but you couldn’t help but smile when he looked at you like that. Like…like you hung the stars he stared at so dreamily, like you were the sunlight that caressed his frostbitten skin. 

    Your fingers danced along his arm, tracing the freckles you could barely see in the dark room. “Yes, sir.” You saluted playfully, and he hummed, seemingly satisfied with your answer. 

    Childe tapped his cheek as if he were in thought, and you couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of his sapphire eyes practically gleaming under the brilliant blue tint of the moonlight. “Are you good enough to sleep? Or should I tell you a bedtime story? I know Teucer’s favorit-”

    “That won’t be necessary, thank you very much--” You held a hand up, pressing a finger to his lips and cringing dramatically when he nipped it. “...Really though, thank you.” He raised an eyebrow, dragging you down into the sheets again with him.

    “For what, being a good lover?”

    “You know what.” You sighed, but he ignored it and simply smiled at you, albeit sleepily.

    “I do. It’s my honor, angel.” Scarred fingers caressed your back, up and down in soothing shapes. “Rest well now, m’kay? I’ll see you in the morning.”

    “...I love you.”

         𝗞𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗮 𝗔𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵

    ✧ As a man who has his peaceful nights poisoned with nightmares almost daily, Kaeya’s is very well-acquainted with nightmares and what to do with them. Frightful images of his past, the sneer of his father as he left for the last time, the terror in his brother’s eyes that night, the thundering clouds and pouring rain, there wasn’t a single day that passed without those midnight eyes being filled with bitter tears. Thanks to this, he’s become a light sleeper-- if he sleeps at all, that is. The moment you jolt upright- cold sweat running down your spine in chilling droplets- and gasp out his name, he’s right there cupping your cheeks and reassuring you the world is alright so long as you are breathing.

    ✧ Kaeya’s the type to mourn with those he cares for. Your pain is his pain, and every tear you shed brings another to his eyes. If it takes the both of you crying your eyes out for the overwhelming sense of dread you feel to be replaced with tranquility and comfort, he’d happily oblige. But, if you’d prefer not to talk about it, he instead has you recount your favorite memories with him! If you can’t, being too tired yet anxious all at once, he’d start reminiscing for you. That time he heroically saved you from a band of treasure hoarders (to which you huffily reminded him it was the other way around). Or the day he took you out on an extremely romantic date (you sighed and reminded him that it was to make up for his antics the previous day) and then on and on, until you started to laugh at the absurdity of his stories. Then, and only then, did you see him truly relax.

    ✧ After the matter, his first priority is getting you back to sleep. While he’d absolutely love to just lay in bed with you and talk about nothing and everything, watching you laugh for hours on end, he does value his and your beauty sleep. He’d lay back down with you, wrapping your arms around his torso before nuzzling against your warm body and kissing the top of your head. A moment of silence made room for the words he spoke just after. It almost startled you, how his clear and baritone voice cut through the quiet air. Why do you look surprised? He never did tell you what his favorite memory was, did he?

    - ✧  - 

    You felt empty. Not frightened, not agonized, just…empty. You stared at the graves with hollow eyes, heated tears dripping down your face and onto the solid stone in a fluid motion. Then, it all started to spiral. Faces, events, time, everything melded together into one amalgamation that made your head spin rapidly-- you cupped your hands over your ears, gasping and choking on air as everything hit you at once. No, no, don’t go, I’m sorry- sorry- no, come back, come ba-

    “Angel~.” Despite his gentle, coaxing tone, you felt like you were just torn away from sleep kicking and screaming. Kaeya hummed, taking in your disheveled appearance and sighing sadly before leaning back, taking your hand in his and lightly tracing his finger over it. “Darling, can you look at me?” You didn’t want to, for the fear of his disappointed expression was too much to bear. Kaeya clicked his tongue, cupping your cheek and tilting your head upwards before kissing your forehead, his messy hair tickling your skin and bringing the smallest of smiles to your face.

    “There they are~.” He cooed, voice laden with sleep and leftover grogginess from whatever dream or nightmare he tore himself away from. “What’s going on, love?” Your eyes watered once more, the sights and memories flooding back into your tired mind and he lightly tapped your cheek. “Ah ah- focus, if that’s alright. Don’t think too much, just…” His fingers trailed down your shoulder and to your hand, where he held it gingerly and traced along the different lines. “Do you remember that expedition we were sent on together? Our very first mission, where you thought I was a recruit?”

    Through tears, you scoffed and rolled your eyes at the memory- how he pretended to be a rookie just to watch you try and teach him, watching the other actual rookies look at him absolutely bewildered. Though, it was cute, how earnestly he listened to your teachings despite knowing everything. “Aww, you do remember~. And people say my charm is fake.” Kaeya mused, leaning against the headboard. “I remember when Jean assigned you to me, and I couldn’t help but ask for your name…then she told me to get it myself, and you know how that went. Archons, I was so nervous, I might as well have been a rookie.”

    You laughed, swatting his arm playfully and relishing in his soft laughter. “You didn’t look nervous!” Resting your head on his shoulder, you held his arm between yours for comfort. “I kept thinking you looked too calm for the situation, I’m surprised I didn’t see that it was all a ruse…though, it was cute.” He gasped lightly, placing a hand over his heart dramatically before reaching over to wipe at a stray tear gliding down your cheek. 

    “Oh? So you did notice, yet you didn’t say anything? Now, why is that?” His eyes, fully unveiled under the night sky, glinted in the light and you swore you could count the stars within them. 

    “...I liked talking to you, and I figured it was a strange question to ask.” Honestly, you were too entranced to really think about it. The way he smiled so sweetly, yet knowingly always left you breathless. The way his smug aura relaxed around you and felt more genuine, more sweet, always brought a smile to your face. And now, with his bedhead and sleepy eyes, you laughed happily despite the sweat and tears clinging to your skin.

    “Feeling better, sweetheart?” Kaeya’s hands felt warm to the touch when they cupped your cheeks, his thumbs swiping under your eyes and then over your cheekbones soothingly. At the sight of your tired nod, he hummed and pulled you into his chest once more. He held you close, closer, until he could rest his chin atop your head and cuddle you against his torso. “...Then let’s see if we can get that pretty head of yours some more rest, yeah? I’m right here, I’ll make sure you dream nothing but sweet dreams tonight.” 

    Too tired to really respond, you nodded and held his hand tight in yours- holding it to your chest like a child would cradle a stuffed animal, he wanted to coo at the sight. Yet he didn’t, finding favor in watching your expression slowly shift into one of peacefulness with a gaze of pure adoration.

    “Rest well, my dear (Y/n).”

         𝗭𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶 '𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗮𝘅'

    ✧ As a man of memory, his mind often takes the reigns the moment he closes his eyes. Archons don’t need sleep, but with him growing accustomed to mortal life, Zhongli tries to indulge in all the pleasures of man. Sadly though, his first night of rest led to memories and thoughts he sealed underground with many gods and demons decided to resurface, plaguing him one by one and subjecting him to live his worst nightmares. As a result, it’s rare to see him rest, and he’s not very good at dealing with those emotions. You’re the exception, as usual. The moment you jump out of bed with a broken gasp and shaky legs, he’d ease you back into bed while quietly questioning you. ‘What happened, my dear?” “Are you alright?” “What can I do?”

    ✧ Zhongli has an overwhelmingly comforting presence. Just being near him is like being wrapped in a warm blanket doused in the scent of lavender and glaze lilies, his voice sounds like velvet and his eyes the color of fresh honey. Even if you don’t feel like recounting the frightening images you saw in your dreams, you can feel the stress and fear starting to melt away as his hands hold onto yours. Despite how much he just loves to talk, he prefers to stay mostly silent during these moments. The faraway sound of the stars dancing amidst inky skies and evening winds brushing over the walls do most of the talking for him.

    ✧ As you start to drift back to sleep, then does Zhongli start to speak. Quietly, softly, he uttered the words under his breath so as to not disturb your drooping eyes. Tales of joy from the past, his favorite memories of the both of you, beautifully-described images of your favorite places, anything and everything you love. His hope is that these words would etch themselves into the storyline of your next dream, and send you off to sleep with a smile on your face. Only then would he allow his eyes to close, his fingers to enclose around yours, and hopefully drift off as well with a matching smile. 

    - ✧ -

    The room was black, and your skin felt like an old candy wrapper left on a rain-slick street. Dirt clung to your hands, droplets of sweat glided down your arms; stray remnants of regrets and decisions you wish you didn’t make clung to your skin and refused to let go even as you frantically tried to wash away your sins, only to realize the water was scarlet red, and carried the scent of metal. You screamed, you cried, and you squeezed your eyes tight in hopes of seeing anything more than the taunting smile of your horrors--

    “(Y/n).” Instead, you harshly awoke to the concerned frown of your dearest Zhongli. Gods, he looked like a mess. Wisps of hair flew astray, golden eyes squinted under the barely-there light of the moon, and he looked as if he’d just seen a ghost. You paled, frantically grabbing at your arms and torso- shocked to find a lack of red, the absence of dirt and grime, the only evidence of your pains being the sheen of your sweat slicking your skin. “My dear, are you alright?” Zhongli questioned earnestly, cupping your cheek and patting down your forehead with a cloth he kept near the bed.

    “Yes, yes, I-” Your chest heaved with every careful breath, fingers still trembling under your iron grip on the sheets. “-It was just a nightmare, I think, oh archons-” Too frightened to see the irony in your statement, you clung to his shirt and fought to catch your breath, finding solace in the gentle rhythm of his heartbeat. He hummed softly, cupping the back of your head and stroking your hair while rocking you side to side in his arms. Zhongli bit back the urge to recount a tale of old times, knowing that’s what soothed him- but right now, he focused on you. He focused on the way you quivered in his embrace, the faraway look in your eyes that broke his heart, your raspy gasps and broken cries, and he could only stare at you with a kind stare that apologized a thousand times over for the horrors you beheld just moments ago.

    “You’re alright now, beloved. You’re safe, I won’t let anything happen to you.” He held you closer, and you whispered out a thank you before he started speaking again, voice laced with determination. “Not now, not ever again. You’ve been so very brave, but now please, allow me to share your burden.” Your eyebrows furrowed at his words, and you felt his hand guide your head to tilt upwards and face his kind expression. Golden eyes the color of honey practically oozed warmth and you couldn’t help but lose yourself in the pools of amber until he pulled you back to reality, a kiss to your forehead snapping you out of the mini-daydream. He pulled you over to rest in his lap, your right shoulder pressed to his chest and your left protected from the cold night air by his hand. 

    “What do you mean?” You inquired curiously, finding it much easier to breathe now.

    “I’d like you to tell me about the thoughts that plague you, if this dream held significant meaning. If not, and it was just a fright, then you can tell me about it if you’d like. Or,” He rested his chin atop your head. “I can tell you a story that I’m sure will bore you to sleep-” You laughed at that, not missing the mischievous glint in his eyes. “-and I’ll watch over you to ensure you rest peacefully. There’s still ample time before the sun rises once more, so take your time.” 

    “Can you…just hold me? You can tell me a story if you want, I think I’m okay now either way.” You wrapped your arms around his torso and snuggled against his chest, allowing your eyes to flutter closed and finding yourself pleasantly surprised when you weren’t frightened out of your skin from the newfound darkness.

    “Oh? Well then,” He kissed your temple. “I’ll tell you my favorite story, it’s a rather simplistic yet meaningful one.”

    “How about the story of how we met?”

         𝗧𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗮 '𝗞𝗮𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗼 𝗙𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗿'

    ✧ Thoma’s dedicated his life to the service of others. Taking care of their every need is his livelihood and honor, and he’s become well accustomed to being completely aware of everyone’s tiny cues and notions. Though, he’s very good with nightmares specifically. After being awoken by a horrified scream or a frightened gasp from one of the Kamisato’s after their mother’s passing, finding them sitting up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down their eyes, he’s trained himself to become exactly what they need after a nightmare. When he finds you in the same state, he switches from ‘sleepy boyfriend’ to ‘concerned parent’ within the span of two seconds.

    ✧ He quickly reminds himself that you’re not a mission nor are you a Kamisato, but his dearest lover. With that revelation, he calms down and pulls you into his chest before humming a soft lullaby from his childhood. If you feel like talking, he urges you to let everything out and listens intently. Even through bleary eyes, you could see his focused expression as if you were the finest work of art and he were a connoisseur. Thoma has a very warm and bright presence, like the first rays of sunlight or the blooming of a sunflower, and you find yourself easily lost in his light. He drops everything to take care of you, and it’s obvious in the way he fans you gently to cool your overheated body, in the way he dabs away your sweat with his sleeve, how he quickly fetches a bottle of water for you, even in the simple kiss he presses to your temple.

    ✧ If you let him, he’d lightly massage your tensed shoulders as you spoke. As quickly as you started, you find sleep starting to overtake your overwhelmed senses. He’d help you lean into his chest while he continues to hum a few of his favorite tunes; and as his hands glide along your shoulders and back, he replaces the horrors behind your eyes with visions of comfort and tranquility. Or at least, he does his best. After you fall asleep, he’d stay awake just a bit longer to ensure you slept peacefully. If he sees the slightest sign of another nightmare, he whispers gentle coaxes and sweet nothings into your ear until he sees that soft, sleepy smile on your face once more.

    - ✧ -

    The last time you felt so afraid felt far away, it felt miniscule in the face of the horrors you beheld in this moment. Wide, blinking eyes stared through your soul and almost past your figure, yet you could tell they trained on you. They watched you. They saw every movement and every twitch of your eyes, every small step back, every stuttered breath, and the slow blinking seemed to taunt just how quickly your heart raced within the confines of your chest. One step forward, you took one step back. It moved faster, you took off running.

    Running, 

    Faster,

    Faster,

    FASTER

    And you ran clear until your legs gave out, not once did you hear more than the roaring of your blood in your ears or the wind rushing past you- but you fell, you fell and you couldn’t move, you couldn’t look back. And so as the ground shook with heavy footsteps, you simply closed your eyes tight- tighter, until you awoke with a shout of your name and the concerned stare from emerald-green eyes. “Ah, there you are! I was worried I lost you for a bit,” He sighed in relief, dabbing at your cheek. “With you looking so pale, I nearly had a heart attack.”

    You paused, focused on the feel of his warm hands over the cold sweat on your skin, on the sweet expression that rested over a tired face, and you cried. Thoma gasped at the feel of your arms slung around his torso, but he chuckled soon after while wrapping his own arms around you and giving you a light squeeze. One that let you know he was there, one that carried the silent reassurance of safety. “I’m sorry, I should’ve come to bed sooner- I know you’ve had a rough couple of days.” You shook your head against his chest to tell him it was alright, and he hummed in response. “No need to reply, just…let me fill the silence for a bit. I know I wouldn’t want to sit in the dark after whatever you just saw.”

    Despite his words, a moment of silence passed. Comfortable silence, the beat of his heart and the quiet thrum of the rain outside brought a light smile to your face. Though, you jumped at the feeling of his hands suddenly resting on your shoulders. “Oh! Sorry, sorry, I should’ve warned you.” Thoma apologized hastily, patting your shoulders before starting to massage them gently. “Is…this okay?”

    “Yeah, thank you…feels nice.” You hummed, turning your head to press a kiss to his wrist before resting on his chest again. Your body relaxed in his hold, still sleepy from being torn out of rest so violently. With a yawn and a soft murmur, you found yourself allowing your eyes to close under the watchful care of your beloved. “Keep talking, please.” You mumbled, to which he chuckled at before humming in thought.

    “Well then, I suppose I could tell you the story of the fox in the dandelion sea. I know that was a favorite story of mine as a child…” Thoma’s voice carried a tone of nostalgia, like he was looking back at his homeland with a fond gaze and a full heart. You smiled at the mental picture of his surprised expression and delighted gasp when you handed him a bouquet of windwheel asters, which you later found to be his favorite flower when you noticed them a week later in a decorative vase. Despite being in a new land, those flowers remained so vibrant and healthy. The reason became clear; Thoma’s sweet words of reassurance every time he fed or watered them, his upbeat humming and singing while cleaning around the floors, the way he smiled so brightly when those flowers never wilted-- a real ray of sunshine, the boy was.

    With this thought, and the distant sound of Thoma recalling his favorite story (each line he recited carried a soft tone that only coaxed you further), you slowly fell asleep once more. This time, it wasn’t a frightening beast or horror from the past that greeted you. Rather, a vast field of dandelions, and a cheerful fox running around the fluffy wisps- you couldn’t help but notice how those emerald eyes seemed so similar…

         𝗫𝗶𝗮𝗼 '𝗔𝗹𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀'

    ✧ Xiao doesn’t sleep; he finds it offensive to allow himself such pleasure and tranquility when he bears the sins of Liyue on his back. Instead, he has nightmares with his eyes wide open. Over and over again, the sight of his fellow yaksha’s faces twisted in agony. The sound of their broken screams and pleas for mercy. The smell of their blood spilled over each other’s skin like paint spilled over a canvas. The wider he opened his eyes, the more he tried to take in the scent of Liyue’s winds, the further he ran and ran away from it all, the tighter those memories held him by the throat. And so, he can only feel sorrow when he sees your sleep-ridden yet wide eyes filled with tears you didn’t know you shed, and he can only feel apologetic when he finds himself lost for words after you called his name so desperately.

    ✧ He’d silently brush away your tears and hold your cheeks within his scarred palms as if you were a flower petal and he were a board of nails, you almost want to slap him for treating you so delicately. After taking a breather, he’d bring you into a tight hug (one that hid his face from you, heaven forbid you saw the anguish on his face) and quietly murmur the only words of comfort he could offer- “It’s okay, I’m here now.” Finding the words trapped in his throat after choking those ones out, he simply rocks you back and forth within his arms while allowing the words he was too afraid to speak flow from his touch.

    ✧ His left hand traced over your back, “Don’t be scared.” His right hand protectively cradled the back of your head, “I’ll keep you safe.” His torso pressed against yours and his heartbeat synced with yours, “I’m here for you.” The tufts of his hair tickled your cheeks, “Please don’t cry.” His eyelashes fluttered against your skin as he blinked back tears of his own, “It’s okay.” And you’d feel tears well in your eyes once more from how gently he held you. This was different than moments ago. Before, he was afraid. Now, he was kind. Xiao still walks on eggshells with you, but in moments like these, he sucks in a deep breath and bears the pain of running over the sharp edges in order to meet you on the other side. 

    - ✧ -

    You’d never seen a more gruesome sight. The lush grass that covered the mountainscape wilted under the dizzying smell of metal, scarlet red dyed the green grass a color that made you want to scream. The atmosphere, once so light and airy, now felt heavy under the echoing, bloodcurdling screams that reverberated throughout the open skies. Overwhelmed from the sight, you tripped and stumbled- only to wince as a sharp edge dug into your leg. You looked down, finding what caused your fall: a broken mask, the edge of it (what appeared to be a horn) held the blood it stole from your skin. A pause, you recognized this. A brilliant green painted over the mask, one that resembled a demon’s. Fanged teeth, sharp horns, a menacing aura- though not as menacing when it was broken in half. At the realization of where you’d seen this before, carried around in the hands of a lonesome yaksha, you screamed. You cried, and you couldn’t find it in yourself to care when a single droplet of blood dripped from the horn onto your leg- then everything grew hazy.

    You cried out, the only name you could think of in your sleep-ridden haze-- but a startled gasp replaced your words when glowing eyes greeted you within a cloud of dark smoke. Your heart leapt to your throat, but rather quickly did you relax and let the tears that welled up drip down your cheeks. 

    “Xiao.” You whispered, feeling your bed dip under his weight- and you couldn’t help but extend your arms to him, hoping that maybe, just maybe he’d be okay with it…please? 

    “...It’s alright, I’m here.” He hummed, slowly (fearfully) bringing you into his arms. Wisps of glowy, emerald strands danced around his pale cheeks as he pressed a tentative kiss to your tear-stricken skin. His hands felt warm as they glided over your back and shoulders as they trembled with every cry. Your head felt cloudy, like you had just woken up from hours of sleep when in reality it’d only been a half hour, and you tried to ignore the way sleep still ebbed at your eyes that stung with tears. When you rested your head on his shoulder, you couldn’t help but tense at the smell of blood once more-- and you pulled away without thinking, only to see his pained and wildly distraught expression.

    “Xia-?”

    “I’m sorry.” You wanted to ask what for, but he held up a hand as to ask for a moment to think. Throughout this, he still held one of your hands securely in his. His thumb stroked over the back of your hand, the scarred and calloused skin still felt so gentle, as if he were holding precious glass in his hands. “...I’m no good at this. I want to help, I just- don’t know how. But, I’ll keep you safe. No matter what, I can and will do that, and I will not fail. The both of us will be alright.” He cupped your cheek with his other hand, the most earnest of expressions resting on his face, and you smiled at the sight. Yes, he’ll be okay, you silently reassured yourself. His mask rested on the bed beside you from where he hurriedly tore it off, still completely intact and clean of all grime and blood.

    His clothing, though dirtied, carried no blood that was his. Your fingers, which no longer trembled, trailed over his hands; you couldn’t help but marvel at how dainty they appeared despite the years of constant toiling. “No, please, you’ve been perfect.” Came your warm response, the softest of smiles on your face at the sight of him looking around like a lost puppy. Almost immediately did the boy clad in armor smile like a fool in love, which he was (though he’d never admit it) and he carefully pulled you back into the sanctuary of his arms. 

    “...I’m glad.” The silence filled the air for a while, moonlight casting a beautiful glow over your figures and he held you ever closer. “Rest now, flower.” You wanted to laugh at the ridiculously sweet nickname he reserved for you, but the sight of his soft gaze shut you up immediately.

    “I’ll keep you safe, and ensure your dreams are nothing but pleasant.”

    “So long as you are mine, and I am yours, I’ll always protect you.”

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    Word Count: 6809

    ₓ˚. ୭ ˚○◦˚✧˚◦○˚ ୧ .˚ₓ

    - Ky♡♡

    𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧; 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗸 𝘁𝗼 𝗷𝗼𝗶𝗻!

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    @storytravelled ; @irethepotato ; @paradise-creator ; @lordbugs ; @straymoon96 ;  @hoshikistarlette ; @lianglee11 ; @sup-zfam ; @myaaki ; @roriver ; @rizakari ; @httpshaolvr ; @leena-shii ; @kaerui-kaisen ; @akaiyuki

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  • thedivinepriestress
    16.05.2022 - 3 hours ago

    You know what fuck it

    *write a smut . After a long rough night with Diluc you wake up on diluc smokings a cigarette in the window looking at you and- "oh you're awake. Want a second round?*

    #genshin impact x reader #diluc smut #diluc x reader smut
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  • misskiku
    16.05.2022 - 3 hours ago

    and of course I angled it so it looks like Diluc is cupping Lumine's cheek~

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  • misskiku
    16.05.2022 - 3 hours ago

    LMAOOO HE'S STILL POLITE WHEN HE DOESN'T LIKE THE FOOD

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  • misskiku
    16.05.2022 - 3 hours ago

    aaaaah he liked the dish this time!!

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  • misskiku
    16.05.2022 - 3 hours ago

    Diluc is so sweet ;w;

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  • that-foul-legacy-lover
    16.05.2022 - 3 hours ago

    Happy i Just recognized its May this is my season bc Im addicted to Sea Monster FL.

    Imagine you're a marine Biologist or at least someone studying Marine biology. One of your buddies tries to mess with you by making you walk into the depth exhibit in an aquarium alone. It turns out theres a giant anglerfish-like beast who seems more curious, the depths exibit doesn't get many visitors as some claim its too scary even for most adults..yet you weren't scared

    So you met a new friend! He responds to lots of names but he's overjoyed to see you.

    Bonus: abyss octopus Kaeya and a monster Falcon called Diluc are also in this aquarium/sanctuary. You volunteer often and they only wanna see you now lol

    YOU AND ME BOTH MY DEAR SEA MONSTER FOUL LEGACY IS AMAZING

    ohohohoho i can only think about how lonely Foul Legacy is..... he's not trying to be scary, he's really not!!! but people always think he is and word spreads pretty fast, so no one ever visits his part of the aquarium

    until one day he sees the door open, and you walk in!! you don't look scared at all, simply curious and determined as you explore the depths exhibit, and Childe wonders if you'd also be afraid of him. it's been so long since he met new people, and the way you examine every part of the exhibit intrigues him. he overhears you mumbling something in amazement about his particular species and has to keep himself from rumbling with pride!!

    he's been watching and following you for a while when you suddenly turn to the glass. Childe is mostly hidden beneath your point of view, but you can still see the top of his head and his horns so you blink in surprise! you heard that the Abyssal mercreature wasn't particularly social. Childe's glowing patterns flare brighter when he realizes he's been seen, but instead of walking or even running out of the room, you step closer to the glass. he peeks over at you, letting out a low, curious trill as he watches you extend your hand to touch the glass. he reveals himself completely to meet you halfway, his much-larger claws on the opposite side of the window; he sees a smile grow on your wonderful, fearless face, and with that smile his heart grows with it.

    you learn from a staff member that the Abyss-mer's name is Childe, and when you call him that the next day he chirps in delight, tail splashing in the water!!! but his favorite names are ones you give him, ones that are only between you and him, ones that he can sense are full of affection. it's his own little heaven, to have his head laying in your lap and dozing on and off as you pet his hair, calling him sweet nicknames and quips.

    oh i LIKE this idea of a sanctuary/aquarium.... maybe when the staff saw how well you worked with Childe, they asked you to come look at some other lonely creatures!!! who all end up getting pretty attached and protective of you (especially Diluc towards Childe) to the point where if they can afford it, they refuse to be cared for by anyone but you <333

    #genshin impact#genshin childe#genshin tartaglia#foul legacy #foul legacy childe #childe#tartaglia#genshin tartagalia#abyss diluc#abyss kaeya#genshin diluc#genshin kaeya#chit chat #UM SO THIS ENDED UP GETTING LONG..... #listen i have a lot of thoughts about this i like this very much #childe may look scary and monstrous but he's a sweetheart!!!! wants to be friends so bad <333 #that's partially why he's so clingy he really fears losing you because he was so lonely before #OH IMAGINE SWIMMING WITH HIM IN HIS ENCLOSURE #eheuhguehueheuee so many thoughts #also how dare you forget albedo /j /lh #short scenario#other's stuff #sea monster au
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  • touchofdawn
    16.05.2022 - 4 hours ago

    "It's definitely Vinegar." (ceceditflos)

    There was something... off... about Albedo. Though, Diluc couldn't quite put his finger on it. Either way, his patience had already been worn thin and he had no intention of entertaining this joke any longer.

    "Hmph. I think there's been enough talk about my name for one day, Sir Albedo... Good day," he replied dismissively.

    #(diluc rolled for perception and got like a 7) #(something is off but not sure what) #(he's too annoyed lol) #;answers
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  • electric-ecclectic
    16.05.2022 - 4 hours ago

    @geminixdreamer asked:

    [ HIDE ]: while on the run, the sender hastily grabs the receiver and pins them against a wall that’s hidden from public view to avoid being seen. ( scenario: hasumi catches diluc fighting an abyss mage and they also draw a crowd of mondstadt ppl and it leads to THIS so... / mahotoai oc hasumi! )

    In the heat of the moment, Diluc didn’t mind. It certainly wasn’t at the forefront of his mind when he was running from the crowd of passersby in Mondstadt. It was only now that he was face-to-face with the oldest sibling of one of the main competitors of the Angel’s Share.

    She had insisted she come with him; whether it was out of concern or curiosity, he didn’t know. He had only really grabbed her to keep his identity and hers hidden. His attraction to Hasumi was getting harder to hide, and the young vinter could only find it cumbersome. How cumbersome to have feelings.

    He stepped away slowly once he was certain the crowd had dissipated, a flush rising to his cheeks.

    “Well. The crowd’s gone. I suppose there’s no risk of you implicating yourself with my more... questionable identity. Still, you should be more careful next time. Abyss Mages are unpredictable at best.”

    #//ic: a light in the sea of darkness... {{Diluc}} #//partner: mahotoai
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  • ao3feed-dilucnkaeya
    16.05.2022 - 5 hours ago

    by afjakwrites

    "For as long as my hair remains uncut, you’ll have a place at my side.”

    Or: the evolution of Kaeya and Diluc's hair (and their relationship) over the years.

    Words: 1669, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

    Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)

    Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

    Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

    Categories: Gen

    Characters: Diluc (Genshin Impact), Kaeya (Genshin Impact)

    Relationships: Diluc & Kaeya (Genshin Impact)

    Additional Tags: Brotherly Love, Brotherly Angst, Fluff and Angst, Diluc and Kaeya Reconciliation (Genshin Impact), (eventually) - Freeform, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

    #genshin impact fanfics #platonic diluc and kaeya #diluc ragnvindr#kaeya alberich#ao3feed#newfic
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  • koideres
    16.05.2022 - 5 hours ago

    im letting u all know im gonna be annoying about that art tmm 

    #anytime i draw kaeya i have to rb it 90 times to purge my acc od diluc
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  • electric-ecclectic
    16.05.2022 - 5 hours ago

    [ CLOSER ] [ For Diluc and it’s the pinned to the wall meme ]

    Dragging Ventus along with him on one of his nightly missions was already proving to be treacherous. Diluc was already worried for the young man on the day to day (purely out of friendship, he'd convinced himself, nothing more). But now, his excursions were proving to be more dangerous. The Abyss was growing more aware of his activity daily, and it was getting harder to keep his companion safe; keeping his identity hidden was another story...

    One thing led to another, and he had accidentally caged the smaller man up against the wall, watching carefully as the Knight on their trail walked by. His breathing was heavy as sweat beaded on his brow, and his gaze trailed over Ventus as it seemed to dawn on him just how close they were.

    He caught himself staring at his lips, and to ease some of the tension, coughed lightly and stepped away.

    "Erm. Ahem. You should really be more careful next time. I'm not in particularly good standing with the Knights of Favonius. I wouldn't want you implicated on my behalf."

    #//leave it to diluc to be rude to someone he's attracted to sjjghajgh #//answered #//ic: a light in the sea of darkness... {{diluc}} #//partner: venxctus
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  • ao3feed-dilucnkaeya
    16.05.2022 - 6 hours ago

    by Maned_Wolfy

    Kaeya Alberich is a dead man.

    Words: 1408, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

    Series: Part 5 of Ragnvindr bros do stuff

    Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)

    Rating: Not Rated

    Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death

    Categories: Gen

    Characters: Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Diluc (Genshin Impact)

    Relationships: Diluc & Kaeya (Genshin Impact), No Romantic Relationship(s)

    Additional Tags: Mentioned Crepus (Genshin Impact), Mentioned Jean (Genshin Impact), dont be fooled by the major character death tag, it isnt permanent i promise you, Diluc and Kaeya are Adopted Siblings (Genshin Impact), Protective Diluc (Genshin Impact), Worried Diluc (Genshin Impact), Younger Sibling Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Older Sibling Diluc (Genshin Impact), Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, not sure what to use pls dont kill me im sorry, Diluc is Protective of Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Sad Kaeya (Genshin Impact), Kaeya Angst (Genshin Impact)

    #genshin impact fanfics #platonic diluc and kaeya #diluc ragnvindr#kaeya alberich#ao3feed#newfic
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  • avocad0art
    16.05.2022 - 6 hours ago
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  • luvsdiluc
    16.05.2022 - 6 hours ago

    COMFORT IN THE DARK !

    synopsis: the lights had suddenly went out and you were extremely nervous, though after finding your boyfriend, he’ll helps comfort you and your fears.

    content warnings: suggestive + gn!reader

    ayato: you were taking a shower and mid way the lights and power had went out. scared you called for ayato, your boyfriend, asking what had happened. hearing lighting and thunder outside didn’t help and you were now just shivering in the cold shower, naked and wet. when you hear footsteps you only got more paranoid with tears forming at the corner of your eyes, but when you hear your boyfriend’s voice there is a sigh of relief. he asks if you are okay, shining a flashlight into the bathroom and shower you barely nod. he hands you the towel he collected from the closet down the hallway, handing it to you. he helped you dry off and asking if you were okay. “I’m very cold” you find yourself whispering and he nodded, kissing your neck before taking his shirt off and sliding it onto you. he whispers several “you will be okay” before picking you up and guiding the both of you to the bedroom with his flashlight. he laid you down on the bed, laying besides you and holding you close to his chest where you clung there for the night.

    childe: when the lights and power went out, you were watching a show and eating popcorn. immediately you jumped at the sound of thunder and sight of lightening and called fro childe. yet no response. fearful of the dark but also fearful he might be hurt, you got up and attempted to check the hallways for him. though you could barely see anything. you called for him again and with no response once more you started to cry silently. but fortunately you manage to head a soft whisper of his before seeing a dark figure pull you into your arms. he was soaked and only wore sweats but you could care less and immediately wrapped your legs around him and your arms around his neck. “Mm you were looking for me?” he asks and you nod into his shoulder. he let out a chuckle playing with strands for your hair “it’s okay baby, I am here now don’t worry.” he ended up carrying you back into the living room, where you both decided to sleep on the couch. sleeping in his arms and never letting go of him have you a sense of saftey.

    diluc: when the power went out you were already laying in bed, waiting for your boyfriend to join you. so hearing sounds of thunder and not being able to see was not what you expected. you left the door open to and grew paranoid that someone was trying to break in. you ended up screaming for diluc but received nothing in return. by now you were placed in a fearful moment, crying into the pillow and hiding the sheets. after a little while you grew more scared but heard footsteps, coming from the hallway. beyond scared you didn’t bother to ask if it were diluc or not. when you heard the door close as well you grew slight more fear but all of the fear dissolved hearing his voice. you threw the covers off of you, and could make out a dark figure besides you. diluc rolled into bed with you and you let out a relieved sigh and rolled into his arms asking if he was okay and what was wrong. even after a second you started to cry again into his arms where he reassured you “dear it’s okay, everything will be okay” kissing your neck and head.

    kaeya: he was going downstairs to do something while you were standing in the bedroom but when thunder blasted into your ears and the power went out a different fear in you got installed and you find yourself shivering. you called out to your boyfriend but with no response you find yourself standing there in shock. after a little bit more you managed to grab enough courage and walk to the hallway to attempt to find your boyfriend. calling out to your boyfriend didn’t seem to help and you started to whimper and cry. when you were ready to call out to him again you feel yourself crash right into your chest unable to escape when he wraps his arms around you. “shh” he shushed you patting and rubbing your head as your whimpered into his chest. “I am right here.” and those words flooded your mind with safety.

    author’s notes:

    ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა thank you for reading! I adored writing this so much and childe being wet and half naked… gosh I wanna be in his arms so badly. anyways likes / reblogs / comments are appreciated!’

    © luvsdiluc’s works. Do not repost on any other platform, translate, copy, take heavy inspo. This belongs to me and I am the writer. Thank you.

    #ayato x reader #ayato x you #ayato x gn!reader #childe x reader #childe x you #childe x gn reader #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc x gn reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x gn reader
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  • witch-hazels-musings
    16.05.2022 - 6 hours ago

    Nice to see we are comrades in both Diluc shrimping and Artem shrimping ;D -Itto anon

    Choosing only the best boys (人 •͈ᴗ•͈)

    #hazelmail#coffee elixir#itto anon #artem my man #hes got it going on #though id still choose diluc over him every time
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  • mistyproductions
    16.05.2022 - 6 hours ago

    Genshin Bois as a KPOP Group

    Zhongli - Leader, vocalist, visual (Korean name Kim Jongryeo)

    Even non-fans of the group can admit how dashing and handsome Zhongli is. Has an incredibly deep and sexy voice. Is a responsible and caring leader, expect for when he forgets to bring his wallet... Met Ningguang (girl group, coming up) when they were trainees.

    Diluc - Lead dancer, lead vocalist (Korean name Choi Donghan)

    Childhood friends with Jean, is the main person who encouraged her to be an idol. (girl group, coming up) Him and Kaeya are adoptive brothers who debut together! His parents (yes they are alive) own a successful winery, one of South Korea’s best.

    Kaeya - Main rapper (Korean name Park/Choi Kyung)

    Cool-headed rapper with insane charisma on stage. Has a tragic childhood where his father abuses his mother, and ends up killing her and going to prison. Diluc’s family adopt him soon after.

    Tartaglia - Main dancer, lead rapper, vocalist, centre, FOTG (Korean name Bae Chanho)

    Has a mishcevious and cunning nature. Variety king; savage king; a budding actor too. Probably the most popular member, Zhongli a close second. Doesn’t get along with Diluc at times, as the two have different philosophies on what it means to be an idol.

    Thoma - Main vocalist, maknae (Korean name Yoon Taehwan)

    The sweetheart of the group, always cleans the group’s dorms, and encourages the members to ditch their messy/unhygenic habits. Dubbed one of the best vocalists of his generation by both fans and non-fans.

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  • elyzsia
    16.05.2022 - 6 hours ago

    DILUC PROTECTING A YOUNG THIEF FROM THE KNIGHTS. 𓂃⭑ okay maybe i'll write for men every once in a while...

    A celebrity in Mondstadt all for the wrong reasons, this young person was. Every store owner knew their face, every store owner knew of their devious deeds, and every store owner had been robbed more than once. Why had Diluc gone to such lengths to protect them from the severe punishment which was awaiting them so?

    Was it because they lacked a satisfactory guardian and he was hoping he would suffice enough to point them in the right direction? Was it because they had absolutely nothing to their name because they lost everything so young? He honestly wasn't sure. Probably. Many other reasons, too.

    Not to mention it pissed off the knights to an extent which was almost amusing.

    Charles crossed his arms from behind the bar, a quiet laugh escaping his lips as he observed the two knights dragging a h/c-haired teen through the tavern doors, the three of them clearly peeved. "What've they done now?"

    The knight switched his agitated gaze to the man. "Stealing. Yet again."

    "I wasn't even stealing!" the h/c-haired teen protested loudly, violently shrugging the hold of the knight off their shoulder, then proceeding to pry off the hold on their forearm from the other. Quickly turning around, they pointed directly at the knight whom had spoken. "This is exactly why Master Diluc doesn't deem the knights suitable for the titles that they have been given!"

    "Because you were caught stealing from Marjorie?" Charles asked, causing them to turn around to him in a flash. The prominent smile on his face agitated them to the max.

    "Not you too, Charles!" they scoffed. "I wasn't even stealing! They just, like, assumed I was going to steal before I could pay for it... Besides, who the hell would steal from Marjorie? What would I actually steal of worth from her? A- a glass ball?"

    "We saw you walk away with it."

    "Lies!"

    Wasn't exactly sure if it would prove beneficial or not with their unpredictable nature, but he had decided to teach them how to pour drinks in the tavern. Forcing them to act as some sort of waitress from time to time, too, and paying them for their time in "training". Just so they have some money to spend, and knowing it would class as some experience for a future job somewhere else.

    A future job somewhere else which never actually came to be, as he kept them employed at the Angel's Share anyway.

    Jean has approached him asking why he is protecting this thief many times, and every time he has stated that he is trying to change them out of those ways, saying that them getting taken in by the knights would hinder that progress. She trusts him, and wholeheartedly hopes that he succeeds. As much as she knows the reason behind the thievery, she is still the Acting Grandmaster, and it's a problem.

    Has forced them to apologize to store owners personally on numerous occasions. It is a very... embarrassing experience.

    "I am sorry Flora..." the apology was extremely stiff, and questionably genuine. They could not look the girl in the eyes, constantly averting them elsewhere. Peering at Diluc in the near distance, leaning against a wall whilst watching everything go down, they noticed his unamused expression. Well, he always seemed unamused. But more so right now. "...For tripping over your flowers as I ran away from the knights."

    Flora's eyes had widened, leaning forwards. "Woah, I never thought I would hear an apology today--! I'm glad you're trying to fix your wrongdoings, [name]. It's going to be difficult but I support you."

    "Ah, thank you.... and sorry again."

    Was it the apology or the impassive stare of Master Diluc which had caused them to sweat so much?

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