#//But he TRULY cried only that time; and it wasn’t even BECAUSE of Diluc himself

[dutybcrne]

A little known fact is Kaeya usually tends to cry out of frustration. Little known, because he tends to be so good at masking it and holding back when it comes to a head, with only Adelinde having been the one he felt comfortable enough to cry around, back in his youth.

Nowadays, he will adamantly refuse to cry in front of anyone, even those he’s closest to. But if one who knows him well enough might happen to witness his lashes seemingly fluttering as he rolls his eyes after a verbal bout with Diluc, they’ll know.

They’ll know.

#hc; kaeya #//He felt comfortable w/ Addie bc he wanted to be strong for Crepus & Luc. She was safe to confide. Nowdays; he feels ashamed to w/ her #//Back as a kid; he only (genuinely out of heavy emotion) cried in front of Crepus and Diluc ONCE; each #//Him crying crocodile tears to get something out of them is a WHOLE different story. But yeah #//Crepus; after he got scolded for going to Sumeru—bc he realized then how much the man cared. Crepus realized what it meant to him; too #//With Diluc; he never once legitimately cried in front of him up until The Confrontation #//Would make faces and almost tear up; at times yeah #//But he TRULY cried only that time; and it wasn’t even BECAUSE of Diluc himself #//It was because of Kaeya's Vision #//Kaeya had already only been in a bit of a spiral over Diluc lashing out & conflict of his loyalties; of Crepus' death & guilt of mourning #//But it’d been made worse by the Vision bc how was it KAEYA got to have a Vision & thus be saved from certain death by the gods #//But CREPUS; the good; kind man who’d taken him in and been nothing but loving to him; & courageous to the end was left to DIE? #//WHY would the gods spare a SINNER and not HIM? #//It had been too much to bear and utterly broke him in that moment; his sobs more akin to screams drowned out by the downpour #//Of others he’d cried in front of; Lisa and Rosaria are the only others. And even then; it's been AWHILE since either event #//Even with the extremely vulnerable moment he had with Jean after Diluc left; he kept it together for her #//Lisa and Rosaria both caught him while drunk and his fears and frustrations (respectively) bubbled right to the surface #//Significant others/close friends will NEVER see him actually cry unless it's MASSIVELY serious. Like; genuinely life-or-death serious #//Anywho BACK to the post's actual subject #//With Diluc; ever since he's come back; Kae gets so easily frustrated with how they can't get along; even if he gets Why it's so #//But it's much rarer for him to actually get upset enough to tear up in the moment; so unless you're LOOKING for it; it goes unnoticed #//Those times tend to coincide with when he up and decides to head out early for whatever reason #//Bc he Knows he's about to break; and thus tries to get away #//It's not really that he doesn't think Luc would care; it's that he Knows the man would be utterly Awful handling it #//And thus Kae would much rather take the L and lick his own wounds alone than let Luc's rep take a hit #//He does cry a LOT more than most people think; but Diluc actually has nothing to do with it then—it's actually over his paperwork #//It frustrates him the most of everything; esp since he'd always struggled with writing and reading; no matter the help he recieved #//In the privacy of his office compared to his lessons as a lad; he's actually able to get his frustrations out #//Which does help LOADS bc he's forced to take a break to cry it out; then continue a lot calmer after he's gotten it out of his system #//It's one of; his not his Only; healthiest coping mechanisms

[m1d-45]

in a flash

a/n: this one’s for the kazuha kissers on ‘remorse’, based on my actual experience pulling kazuha. thank you all for your lovely comments <33

-> warnings: none, you and kazuha are very sad and it’s very tragic but there’s a happy ending so dw. reader acts like i did bc this was 110% copium

-> lowercase intended!

kazuha watched from his banner as you flicked through your history, excitedly counting.

75! any wish now, he’ll be here.

he could feel your excitement like the sun itself, warming his skin. he was the first five star you truly wanted off a banner, and he was determined to give himself over.

he’d heard stories, from beidou, how even if she wasn’t on the team at all, she was still ascended. she was still blessed with newfound strength, even though she technically didn’t benefit you in any way.

their eternal kindness. a blessing for those that arrived.

so when the wish turned gold, his heart broke.

he could hear your excited shouts, the pleas of his name, and he fought off tears.

it landed, and you fell silent.

because he wasn’t inside it.

he hoped you’d been given one you wanted. keqing, maybe, from the qixing, or whoever ‘diluc’ was. it was a 2/5 chance, but maybe….

with no warning, the warmth left, and with it, your presence.

the next day was one of pain.

you dragged yourself through commissions, opening the wish screen on instinct to check how many of the gems you had.

he didn’t have to look to know it wasn’t enough.

….it’s useless.

he almost wished you were talking about him, even as you closed the banner. he could handle knowing that you hated him. it was only fair, after all; somebody else had to answer his call.

he could hear you in his periphery, just on the edge of audible, and he sometimes wished he couldn’t. even as you explored, taking down enemies and collecting materials needed for other characters, your mood never lifted. he could hear you try and rationalize it, sometimes, convincing yourself that it made sense.

and he could hear when you ascended jean.

that was a shock. you’d gone through so much trouble to get everything he would have needed, to kill that wretched maguu kenki over and over and over until you had enough of the cores, carefully following routines to collect sea geoderna, and all for nothing.

and you continued to show kindness to those that joined you.

he could feel the sadness radiating off you, it was evident as you fought in silence, completing everything you had to and spending resin with cold, calculated moves. you could have left jean, left her at level one, still stronger just for having joined you, a permanent reminder of his failure… but you didn’t.

by the end of the day, you had enough to wish once more.

the day after that was almost worse.

it’s fine. i’m overreacting. jeans good.

he could hear the cries of treasure hoarders as they fled before your vessels.

she’s a five star. sword user, which i have a lot of good weapons in.

he hated this awful system. there was no way you could wish enough to have a logical chance of wishing him, but he wanted to go.

she’s anemo. a healer. she’s a good person- acting grand master, right?

but as he watched the gem count rise, one or two or maybe five at a time, he could tell you were exploring. looking for chests, subconsciously hoping beyond reason.

she’s good in a lot of teams. it’s unfair to judge her like this…

he could hear the unspoken addition to your words.

(but she’s not him.)

the next day feels like a show.

the counter goes up quicker than he’d ever seen it, rivaling the four days left on his banner.

i don’t know why i’m doing this. i can’t get up to pity in time. this is just painful.

it goes up by 100. what were you doing?

he doesn’t care. he wants to be with you. it hurts to hear you put up a front, to grind out the ‘imperfections’ in the way you’ve set up your team.

he looks anyway. he hopes you aren’t pushing yourself too hard. the last thing he wants is for his fault to weigh on your shoulders.

he’s certain most people in teyvat couldn’t even pass the second floor.

you’re upset you can’t perfectly do the seventh.

the wind brings him the sound of your voice, soft humming interjected with swears and apologies when somebody gets hit and you restart.

he wishes he could sing alongside you.

you wish once more.

the white tassel is ignored.

3.

the number has never felt more taunting.

3 wishes, barely even drops in an impossibly large bucket labeled 90.

3 wishes. 3 days left.

even though it’s impossible, when you wish, he prays that he can feel that pull in his chest, that the floor will vanish beneath him and he can finally meet you-

thrilling tales.

another drop falls.

in all his days traveling, kazuha has never felt this empty.

he’s certain the spark in his eyes on his banner is gone, he knows that if you look closely you could see the distressed twist of his lips.

but you don’t. it’s as if his very presence hurts, a knife of a reminder.

he wants to be with you. he doesn’t care if he’s the exception, if he’s left at level 1 for making you feel this way, he just wants to go.

he pesters beidou daily, making her recount your day with saddened eyes, makes her tell him of the edge to all of your words when you sigh about not being ‘enough’.

the notion makes them both cringe. they don’t know what to do, how to soothe it, as she’s not on the team and can’t do anything about it, and he…

he’s permanently stuck behind glass. an enclosure you can see into but never touch.

youve resigned to it by the next day, and he almost wishes you hadn’t. you sound better, at least, a little less frayed around the edges, but when you wish…

he can hear the sigh when it stays blue.

5.

an eighteenth of the way there, if he did his math right.

he wants to follow them, but he can’t. this… this stupid system never takes what he wants into account, it just runs probabilities and coin flips, and he hates that he can’t force his way out.

you stay awake long enough to see his banner timer tick down to a day.

no words are said as you wish once more.

he feels a little pride, knowing that you’re still doing everything you can, still following those compasses to the gems for him..

and then he remembers that all these wishes will go towards another, that the next five star you get will be a banner character, and certainly not him.

selfishly, he wants you to stop.

you don’t say goodbye when you leave.

his sadness boils into rage.

anybody on the crux could tell you that the winds been angry around the alcor, and beidou had grounded him in liyue.

“find friends,” she’d said. “maybe somebody here’s met them before.”

the only person he can think to go to is yanfei.

she’s been ascended by you too, and invites him to walk with him through the harbor.

nothing she says is new. the pit in his stomach grows.

he finds himself on one of liyue’s many rock spires, inspecting a qingxin next to him.

the wind whispers of your arrival, of the hilichurl towers torn down swift as possible.

all he can think about is what he wants, but when would that matter? he couldn’t force anything, no matter how much he wants to. no matter how much he wanted to go to you, he would never be able to. he’d have to wait until whenever his stars crossed the sky again.

your presence on the wind fades.

you return later that day, mumbling an apology he doesn’t pay much mind to. he’s taken to resting in his banner, where he’s closest to you, where he can hear you the clearest.

the timer on his banner taunts him, even when he’s not looking. he wants to stay in this feeling, stay in the warmth of your presence before you’re gone.

you’re talking to yourself, as you usually do, and he’s trying to memorize your voice. it could be years before he hears you like this again.

he doesn’t like to think about that.

heizou… i need to get him higher… it’s not like i’ll get that lucky, right?

he knows what they’re talking about.

the crystals of near-pure anemo, the ones you’d carefully checked your math over, to ensure you had enough for him..

used on another.

he tries to tell himself that you’re moving on, that he should be happy that you’re happier, but he can’t. jealousy rolls stormclouds over his heart, thorns worming their way between his ribs.

he wants to be there for you.

him.

he wants his blade to be used by your hand, he wants to feel the strength that comes with being with you, he wants you to, selfishly, wait for him.

he wants it to be him, not some detective, he wants him-

the wish screen opens, and all of his bitterness fades away under the honey-sweet grace of your presence. no matter how upset he may be, everything seems to melt away with you. he only wishes that, as your hand hovers over the button to wish, you won’t remain upset over him for too long.

he knows you don’t expect it.

seven has always been a lucky number.

the rush of wind is familiar in his ears, the bright gold light around him not straining his eyes despite the fact that it very much should. he’s falling, plummeting down to earth, but he’s not afraid.

and he can hear your voice—soft, slow, hesitant, perfect—over it all.

…kazuha?

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin sagau #sagau #self aware genshin #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #sagau kazuha #kazuha fluff #< payment for remorse #fun fact one line was supposed to be ‘qiqi from the pharmacy’ instead of keqing #because i would want qiqi more than keqing and this is a blatant insert #but i know most people don’t want qiqi #:// #filtering myself for kazuha: based

[clouds-rambles]

Hey bestie may I request diluc,childe,zhongli,and venti having a bad nightmare over their s/o wanting to break up with them and when they wake up their s/o isn’t there but really they’re in another room or something if that makes sense!! Thank you 🤑

Hi bestie positively evil... i love it <3 nobody question why zhongli and the reader are married in all my headcanons thanks lmao

Pairings; (Seperate) Diluc, Childe, Zhongli, and Venti x reader

Warning(s); panic, nightmares, hurt/comfort, injury mention

Keep reading under the cut!

Diluc

Diluc wakes with a start, his brows furrowed as he takes a moment to arrange the events of his nightmare in his head

Both you and he had a particularly explosive argument after he had come back injured from a night protecting Mondstat 

You had left the winery after exclaiming that you refuse to date someone who has such a lack of regard for his own life. In the long run you’d be saving yourself from further heartbreak if he ended up dead on the front porch

Diluc wonders if dream you could be right...

The red-head finally notices the cold side of the bed you should be sleeping on. He more than remembers going to sleep with you

Panic sets in at the bottom of Dilucs stomach. He must be imagining things right? You’re probably just in the bathroom

A beat passes

Then three

No, you’re not in the bathroom. He would have heard you by now...

What if the dream was actually what had happened last night. A breath catches in the mans throat as he gets out of bed and throws a shirt on

If he couldn’t find you in his home has he truly lost you?

Diluc speedily walks through the halls of his home, checking the spare rooms, the study, the library, the living room, the dining room, the

Diluc opens the door to the kitchen his heart threatening to break out of his chest at the pace it’s beating when he finally spots you drinking a cup of tea, in your pajamas

Thank the archons it was just a dream

“Diluc, honey, are you okay?” you ask getting up from the table in the kitchen to your sweating, hyperventilating partner

Diluc says nothing but opts to hugging you, his head bowing to your chest as he breaths you in

“Diluc, you’re worrying me” you tell him returning his embrace and rubbing circles on his back

“You weren’t in bed” is all he offers to tell you. You don’t push him on the details of why he is so panicked

“I couldn’t sleep so I came down for a herbal tea” you explain kissing the man on his bed of fluffy hair “I have a cup left in the kettle, I can pour one out for you” you offer

“Please” he breathes, but doesn’t move to let you go from the embrace, you can stand to hold him and tell him sweet nothings for a little while. Tea can always be reheated

Childe

It would only be right, and he suspected as much. You had told him that because of what has recently transpired in Liyue you cannot find yourself to love a brutal harbinger

Maybe its for the best. Childe concludes not paying much attention to his weeping heart. Maybe, you’d be happier not to be under the constant eye and scrutiny of the Qixing, the Milleth, and the watchful eye of Childes own fatui informants

Without much pause form Childes last thought the man finds himself waking in his room, unsure if the dream was reality or his mind playing tricks on him, he feels your side of the bed and notices a distinct lack of warmth... and you

He cries

Childe curls himself up in a ball determined to not get caught by anyone showing such an extreme and out of character emotion, he let himself cry. He’s pretty sure he’s sobbing loudly but he doesn’t care. It’s just him in the house anyway. The one person that he doesn’t mind seeing such emotions has left him

That’s until he hears the distinct click of the bedroom door open “Oh my archon Childe, are you okay?” you ask quickly making your way to the side of his bed and placing a hand on his shoulder

The man looks up to you, he isn’t sure if you’re real 

“I thought-” he starts “I had a-” he tries to find his words without seeming like a crazed person “You weren’t-” 

“It’s okay babe, I’m right here. I’m not planning on going anywhere” you console “I just had an epiphany in my dream and I had to write it down” you add explaining your absence. Childe nods along 

“Stay” he tells you as you wipe the tears out of his eyes. You nod and hum

“Of course” you lay onto the bed and let Childe wrap himself around you

You hum him to sleep and whisper sweet nothings

Zhongli

‘I can’t love you anymore Zhongli, I feel obligated to come back to Liyue after every adventure, it’s starting to take a toll on me’

‘But our vows, [name] we made a contract at the altar’

‘To love each other, yes? Zhongli there’s no love left in this marriage, you sleep in the spare bedroom whenever I’m back, we sit in silence over dinner, I don’t think I’ve kissed you in months. The lack of love itself is the breach in the contract’

‘But I-’

‘Think about it, do you really feel the same love that you felt on the day we got married?’

‘[name]-’

Zhongli wakes up with a start, his heart beats a little fast for a second. The man convinces himself it’s just a dream he had, but the coldness of your side of the bed seems to speak otherwise

In all fairness, Zhongli should have rationalised his dream before he started wondering the house like a mad man. The only time he sleeps in the other bed is when you’ve suffered an extreme injury, dinners are often spent with jolly laughs and conversation. And Zhongli prides himself on the amount of affection he gives you around the house... and in the bedroom

But most things aren’t making sense in his head right now

“Zhongli my love” you call him upon noticing him in the hall. You had just come out of the bathroom after a midnight toilet break “Are you okay darling?” you ask placing a hand on his shoulder

The tenseness in Zhongli’s shoulders dissipate as soon as you initiate the touch

“I love you” he tells you, the declaration is out of nowhere to you. But you smile at him and embrace him

“And I love you too” you pause bringing up your hand baring the ring that sits on it “And this ring is a reminder of our vows and my unyielding love to you” you tell him with a smile

Zhongli chuckles at you and returns your hug “You seem to always know how to comfort me my dear”

“It’s because I’m a mind reader” you jest matching your spouses chuckle

Venti

Disappeared. So much so that the thousand winds could tell Venti that you were in fact not in Mondstat and had travelled to Liyue from the time Venti was playing music in the tavern to when he knocked for you early the next morning

The only trace you left was a letter. Unmistakeably written by your hand

‘Venti, writing this in a letter is much easier than saying this to your face. I am quite simply tired of your antics, no matter try to talk to you, you seem to always brush me off. Be it the nights you spend at the tavern, my general concern when you disappear for days at end just to tell me you were at the thousand winds temple, stormterrors lair, or windrise, no matter how much I tell you I checked all three. Being in a constant state of concern isn’t good for me, it’s emotionally draining and I’m terrified of finding you dead somewhere, despite your archon blood. By the time you read this I’ll be in Liyue where I’ll be staying with a friend for a while. Tell me I’m going somewhere you can’t follow, and I’ll tell you this is how I have felt many a night. I wish I could have kept loving you, [name]’

A harsh way to break up Venti admits to himself rereading the paper a few times before waking up

A dream?

Venti holds his chest, surely a dream couldn’t conjure such a horrific sinking feeling that makes him want to just vomit

Looking to your side of the bed for your comfort the sinking feeling intensifies when he doesn’t see you

So it wasn’t a dream? Venti doesn’t want to call on his kin, the thousand winds, again just to be told once more that you’re currently in Liyue sipping tea with this cousin you had mentioned in the letter 

The archon sits up in bed and takes deep breaths, he doesn’t want to explain to anybody that he had a panic attack over your horrific breakup letter, no no

After calming his breaths Venti steps out of bed with a shaky few steps before walking downstairs to engage in the typical breakout routine. Snacking. Maybe when you left you had elected to ignore some of the snacks you love to litter about your abode

When Venti walks in to the living room towards the kitchen he sees you nursing your head on the couch

“[name]?” he asks in almost disbelief

“Hm,” you answer before looking up to Venti “Oh hey love, sorry I’ve got a headache” you greet properly after a moment. Venti grins at you which causes you to tilt your head. Why is your headache so grin worthy? Weird...

“Would you like some paracetamol?” he asks walking beside you, you shake your head

“I just took some” you reply looking up at your partner “Though I’d love to rest my head on your thighs” you add. Venti more then obliges and settles down on the couch

“You know I had the strangest dream” Venti tells you after a prolonged amount of silence, you hum to let him know you’re listening “You left me” he says bluntly

Oh

Damn

You bring yourself up to Venti’s face with a smile and give him a kiss “I love you Venti, I wouldn’t leave you for even the prettiest lyre” you half console half jest

“That’s because the prettiest lyre is mine” Venti chuckles and you nod pressing another kiss to Venti’s lips

guys it’s 2.42am I’m so sorry if there’s grammatical errors, my brain isn’t catching up rn

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #childe x reader #zhongli x reader #venti x reader #genshin diluc #genshin childe #genshin zhongli #genshin venti #diluc #childe #zhongli #venti #hurt/comfort #nightmares

[aminiatureworld]

Injury

Characters: Albedo, Childe, Diluc, gn!reader

Word Count: 3,657

Warnings: Blood, injury, slight violence, minor villain death 

 Premise: Sometimes the pain of others can hurt even more than one’s own. In which the reader is injured. 

Author’s Note: Week 3 of keeping up my writing schedule let’s go! This week is a bit angsty, my forte (I think?) As usual part one – with Albedo, Childe, and Diluc – will be posted tonight and part two – Kaeya, Xiao and Zhongli – tomorrow.

At first this was going to be both your injury and your recovery but then the first character hit over 1.5k words so I guess this is going to be a pseudo-series. I really don’t know the definition of concise lol.

In the first part of my last fic I realize I gendered a word. I’m super sorry about that, and I promise to fix it and tag properly next time. Childe gets to go into the stone forest cause I say he can. I’m not sure if waypoints are diegetic or nondiegetic. I decided to make them so. Also the first hospital in China was opened in the early 1800s, and I know hospitals aren’t very “fantasy” but Teyvat has good medical science in my book.

Albedo

Throughout his life the one thing that Albedo never truly understood was peoples’ obsession with modesty, even when it was false.

There was a lot that Albedo was proud of in regards to himself; his intellect for one, his curiosity, his abilities as an alchemist, the fact that he feared little in the world. Above all perhaps was the pride he held in carrying himself without falling into hysteria, his grip on his emotions was impeccable and whenever he was unfortunate enough to see others gripped with a heavy emotion he was always left with a sour feeling in his mouth – a disgust for someone who had so little sense they couldn’t even control themselves.

This was a pride that left him quickly enough upon seeing you injured.

It wasn’t meant to be a dangerous expedition. It’d merely been a check of the vast network of caves and tunnels that could be found in Dragonspine. A route affair, mundane even in how simple it supposedly was. There was nothing to be afraid of. Albedo had told you that back at home and you’d smiled in agreement. Yes, there was nothing to be worried of, a few hilichurls at most and a temperature that could be easily kept in check with the right preparation. You’d be there and back in less than a day, no problem.

Everything, however, had gone horribly wrong. The cave that you two intended to explore turned out to be a vast network, full of tight tunnels and half submerged under freezing water. You two had managed that well enough, although once Albedo had almost slipped and fallen into the underground river, the whole outlook of the expedition was looking drearier and drearier.

Eventually you’d reached what had seemed to be the heart of the cave, floor after floor of ice with a hole in the middle, all lit up by crystal and scarlet quartz. It was an impressive sight to be sure and you’d stood a little ways away from the edge, observing the way the light refracted off the ice coated walls, waiting for Albedo to be finished with his sampling, enjoying the awesome sight in front of you.

Albedo had just finished when you’d let out a yelp. Whirling around he saw what had captured your attention – a wild snowboar who’d managed to wander in. The two of you watched the very confused creature in awe, only staring as it stomped the ground and charged right into the wall.

That was a mistake.

All of the sudden the cavern started shaking violently. Cursing the boar for its terrible – or maybe impeccable – aim the two of you sprinted towards the exit. You’d managed to gain the lead, not bogged down by Albedo’s extensive equipment, and had turned around near the beginning of the tunnel in order to help him. Just as you were heading back one of the many icicles that lined the roof of the cave came undone, landing with a sickening thud right where your collarbone met your spine.

You’d dropped like a rock, and Albedo felt his stomach to turn water and his mind turn to static, as suddenly all logic seemed to leave him, instead replaced by dread so overpowering he seemed to lose track of his surroundings, chained to the ground by something greater than himself.

You groaned and time seemed to unfreeze itself, instead accelerating at a breakneck pace. Leaping into action Albedo immediately dropped all of his equipment, the sound of glass vials shattering muffled by the cases that held them and the panic that was gripping him. Hauling you over his back he ran through the tunnels, wincing every time you made a sound and biting his tongue every time he shimmied through a particularly tight spot and it seemed it might not let the two of you pass as you were.

He could feel the blood seeping through his gloves. Your blood. Only a few minutes ago he wasn’t even sure that icicles could make one bleed. Now he wished he’d never found out, wished that he’d never asked to explore the caves of Dragonspine, wished that you’d never agreed to it. How could he have been so foolish, so blind to the dangers that waited in vast caverns of ice and snow, where the slightest wrong movement could spell your death.

Albedo could’ve cried when he sighted the camp. Indeed he might’ve, realizing that there were frozen tears on his cheeks only after you’d been taking to the medical tent. He hadn’t noticed, hadn’t noticed anything really in those terrifying moments between when you’d gotten hurt and when he’d made it to the camp. It all seemed not to exist in his mind, washed away by the emotions that had wracked his mind and body. Even now he couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t stop the tide of emotions that was crashing into him like a wave, utterly helpless as he was thrown this way and that.

The pride that he’d clung to was in tatters, and Albedo looked upon it now in disgust. He’d been so innocent, so foolish, perhaps mercifully so. But all that was gone, and his certainty had gone with it. There was nothing left of him almost; nothing except fear and anger and worry, and Albedo wondered when he might ever feel sure of everything again.

It was cloudy when you were released, arm in a sling, brace around your shoulders. Albedo wasn’t sure how much time had passed, it had seemed like an eternity. The urge to run up to you and wrap you in the tightest hug imaginable was intense, but the sight of the brace held him back. Instead he brought you hand up to his face, kissing your palm before holding it against his cheek. You smiled at that, but there was fatigue in your eyes and you said nothing. Albedo couldn’t blame you. He moved to let go and turn towards the path, somehow feeling unworthy of holding your hand after being the cause of your predicament, but you quickly grasped his hand once more. He smiled a slightly shocked smile, but made no move to let go.

As you two walked back to Mondstadt Albedo felt himself once more flooded by negative thoughts. Lowering his gaze so he was looking at the ground he paused for a moment.

“I’m sorry.”

Albedo found his voice cracking, tears welling his eyes even as he chastised himself for how stupid he must’ve looked. You were safe, you were going to be alright, the head of the clinic had said so himself. Why then did he still feel like he might crumble any minute? Shaking his head he moved to cover his face with his hand.

“Hey.” There was still fatigue in your voice, but there was also an urgency in it. You squeezed the hand you were holding, moving so you were facing him. “Hey, is it okay if you look at me?”

Albedo moved his head up slowly. He was truly crying by now, having given up all efforts to do so otherwise. You smiled softly as his eyes met yours.

“I’m alright, okay? And you shouldn’t blame yourself for this. I doubt that even the drunkest man in Monstadt could’ve guessed a wild boar would wander in a cavern and start a cave in. You can’t control fate you know.”

“I know.” Albedo forced the words out, although more and more it seemed impossible, his throat was too constricted to be anything more than barely coherent. “Still. I should’ve known. And I should’ve kept it together. I, why am I crying? Why wasn’t I in control? Why, why am I still not in control?”

“Because you’re human Albedo.” You replied, shaking your head slightly. “You’re the most wonderful human alive, but you’re still human. You mustn’t beat yourself up for what you are. I’d rather you cry anyways. There’s nothing noble in hiding your emotions, they must come out one way or another. So please, please cry all you want, long and hard. And tomorrow you can start your penance, alright?”

“Penance?” Albedo mumbled, still crying. You nodded, smile still nothing but fondness and understanding.

“Well someone’s going to have to help me for the next two months. And I know you’re too much a gentleman to make me stumble along myself.”

“Of course.” Albedo’s answer came fast and sure. He paused then, realizing that, by distracting him with the weeks to come, you’d managed to give him a pocket of time to calm himself, to feel himself once more firmly planted on the ground. Love mixed with anger and sadness in his mind, and for a moment he could only marvel at you.

Albedo leaned down to kiss you on the forehead. He’d do whatever he could to help you, this he promised himself. And this too he promised himself; you’d never ever be hurt on his watch again.

Childe

If there was anything that Childe hated it was a lack of control. The feeling of everything slipping through his fingers was something he’d felt often as a child, and that feeling had haunted him. When he’d signed up as a member of the Fatui he’d promised himself that he’d never feel that way again. He’d protect those he loved and he’d keep his life from falling apart. It was a promise he was determined to keep, no matter what.

You two had decided to go hiking. Or rather it was less of a hike and more of a rock climb. Childe had long bragged that the Huaguang Stone Forest was the most beautiful place to watch the sunset, and you’d finally gotten a free weekend. Waypointing your way there initially, your partner had taken an almost childlike joy from choosing which mountain was the highest.

“Childe have you decided yet? The sun is almost at the horizon.” You called out at the Harbinger. Childe was, much to your dismay, the stronger climber, and had taken to scouting ahead of time to see if the spot you were climbing to was any good. Now he glanced down at you, mischief written all over his face, his smirk flashier than usual. He put his hand on his chin and looked outward once more.

“Hmm… I don’t know…”

“Childe!” You exclaimed, your arms slightly killing you. You really wish that you’d convinced Childe to bring a roped and belay. Unfortunately that request had been met with a whine and an accusation of “that’s cheating!” You’d laughed it off at the time, but now you were starting to regret your partner’s recklessness. As much as you were enjoying your time – being alone with Childe always felt intensely special and you cherished every moment of it – you were also impatient to actually watch the sunset, and in your hurry you wondered if it might not be faster to climb back down and watch from the bridge.

“I do believe that we’ve found the tallest one!”

“Thank the Seven.” You groaned, hurrying to get to the top. Childe chuckled, watching you scale up the mountain.

“Oh come now, I had to make sure it was perfect! Besides you looked so comfortable perched there, it almost hurt to disrupt you.”

“When I get up there I’m killing you.” You shot back, reaching towards the ledge. Still laughing Childe stuck out his hand and you moved to grab it, pushing off with your feet as much as possible, determined to make it up the mountain in the next move.

The laughter died from Childe’s lips the moment your hand missed. Instead it was replaced by fear, cold and sharp as a knife, plunging straight through his heart. Time seemed to slow down, but you were falling so fast, falling, falling, falling. Catapulting himself off the top of the mountain Childe reached out for you. In his mind he was screaming. Glide. Oh please, for the love of the Seven glide. Please, don’t fall, it’s so high up. I couldn’t bear it. Please.

Still the words were stuck in his mouth, and his throat only constricted more when you hit the bridge with a sickening thud. Releasing his own wings at the last moment he landed on the bridge too, only a few meters away from where you were now crumpled up. Running over he scooped you up. You’d managed to right yourself at the last moment in the air so that you were landing feet first, but though you’d managed to protect your head your legs dragged limply, and one was bent at an awkward angle. Looking at your mangled form, listening to you as you screamed and whimpered in pain, Child felt overwhelmed by his vast helplessness. There was nothing he could do. Burying his head in your neck he sobbed.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry.”

The journey to Liyue was excruciating, both for you and for Childe. Although there was no external bleeding the initial adrenaline of falling had no worn off and you felt every jolt and movement as Childe slung you on his back, wrapping his arms around your thighs and carrying you to the nearest waypoint and then to the Liyue doctor. Even when Childe was standing still you thought you might die from the sheer pain. So intense it was that sometimes you gave up, blacking out only to wake up feeling like you were drowning, the burning air around you almost too hot and too heavy to breathe.

Childe willed himself to numbness throughout the journey, only allowing him to collapse once you’d reached the hospital, practically ramming into the nearest chair in the waiting room, the situation washing over him.

How could he have let this happen? Hadn’t he made a promise? A promise that he’d protect those he’d love, that he’d never lose control of a situation again, that he’d never let those he cared about suffer? Where was that promise now? His whole world seemed to collapse in on itself now. He hadn’t been able to protect you. Despite his training, his reflexes, his vision, his everything. You’d still fallen. And as powerful as Childe liked to think he was, he still couldn’t turn back time and stop your suffering.

Finally the doctor opened the door and Childe was let in to see you. After informing him that you were on painkillers the doctor left you two alone. Faced with you laying on the hospital bed Childe sank into the nearest chair. Lacing his fingers through yours he drew circles on your hand over and over. For a moment you two said nothing, then Childe let his head rest on your hands. “I’m sorry.” He whispered, voice raw.

“I know.” You replied, mind a bit hazy from the painkillers, the magic infused herbs luring you to sleep. Still you pushed forward, needing to say something before Childe let himself be carried away. “I know, but it’s not your fault. And it’s not irreversible. The doctor says in 8 weeks I’ll be fine. Until then, we’ll just have to improvise.”

“But what about your adventuring? Your commissions? How can you do those if you can’t –”

“I’ll figure it out. Adventuring isn’t just monster slaying you know. And there’s no catastrophe in being in a wheelchair or on crutches.” You shook your head. Childe was still crying, and you could feel his tears running down your linked hands.

“Ajax.” Childe’s head shot up, surprised. He loved when you called him by his true name, it always seemed like a song falling from your lips. And now that song was filled with understanding, if not a bit of sadness. “I want you to not blame yourself.” You continued. “I know it’ll be hard, I know that these feelings won’t go away. And I’m not blaming you for them. I’m not happy about this either, of course I’m not, I just went through a world of pain. But I won’t be able to stand watching you beat yourself up for 8 weeks, I won’t be able to stand that look in your eyes every time you look at me. So please, please stop. If not for yourself then for me.”

Childe stared at your for a while. You waited, not wanting to rush his thought process. Eventually though he shook his head, a small smile finally breaking his expression.

“You’re too good for me you know. Alright. I promise to try. It’s the least I could do.”

“Thank you.” You smiled. Childe smiled back. He didn’t know how you managed to do it, how you managed to take his fears and look them in the face. All he knew at that moment was that he loved you. And for now, that was enough.

 Diluc

Diluc stared in horror as the Fatui Bracer aimed a Geo projectile right at you, his horror multiplying into rage and terror as the concentrated energy flew through the air and landed right at the base of your ribcage. You crumpled at the impact, wheezing heavily, apparently stunned from the power and speed of the attack.

How could this have happened? Diluc knew that the Fatui were gathering in Mondstadt, something that the winery owner turned Darknight Hero couldn’t stand. But never did he think to see Fatui skirmishers right outside the walls of Monstadt, strolling along the beach of Cider Lake as if it were Snezhnaya. Never did he think he’d have to see another loved one felled by a member of the Fatui, and never did he think that he could bear the emotions coursing through him now.

He made quick work of the Bracer, hacking and swinging without rhyme or reason, barely able to comprehend what was going on. Everything felt oddly separated from him, as if he were watching through someone else’s eyes, watching as he burned through the Bracer’s shields as easily as if it were made of wax, leaving the man groaning and screaming in pain before silencing him altogether.

The feeling of separation only grew more powerful as he ran over to you. You seemed to be conscious, but your breathing was shallow and ragged, and the place where the Fatui’s attack had hit seemed mangled, one of your ribs having seemingly been broken. You were screaming, though it was hoarse and low and tired. Still if you were screaming you were alive, and at least Diluc could hold onto that.

Carrying you in his arms Diluc winced as you let out another shriek of pain. You two weren’t far from the gates of Monstadt, but every step seemed to be a thousand steps and what was surely only a few hundred meters instead felt like tens of thousands of miles.

You were going to be alright. At least the doctor had said you were going to be alright. Surely Diluc could be grateful for that? But he didn’t feel grateful, instead he felt anger and hatred welling up inside of him. He’d told himself it was no good to be an angry or hateful person, that doing so would only push you away, would only destroy the fragile bonds he’d managed to build between you and a selection of others. But still the anger and the hatred lingered, refusing to be quelled or stuffed away.

He wanted revenge. Revenge on the Fatui, on the Tsaritsa, on the uncaring world that let him be so tormented, and that so tormented the ones he loved. How could this have happened to you? You who were made of goodness, more goodness than he’d found in the world beforehand. How was this a fitting reward?

It was decided that you could stay at the Winery during the 6 grueling weeks that was to be your convalescence. Diluc said nothing on the way there. He was afraid what would happened if he opened his mouth. Already he knew his face was betraying the feelings welling within him. He didn’t need to make it worse, not now.

Arriving at the Winery Diluc carried you to his room, the nicest room there was. Up to this point you’d said nothing, and Diluc wondered if you weren’t too groggy to do so. However when you spoke up there was an urgency in your voice, one he simply couldn’t ignore.

“You’re angry. You’re trying to hide it but I know it.”

“I’m not the one in pain right now.” Came a curt reply. Diluc was looking at you with what others might’ve mistaken as a glare. Perhaps it was even that, but there was something beneath it, and you knew it ultimately wasn’t directed at you.

“I am. And I’m upset too. But I’ve accepted it. You need to accept that you’re angry too. Burying it won’t help, it’ll only make it worse you know. You have to acknowledge your emotions. You don’t have to hide them. At least not in front of me.”

The expression on Diluc’s face finally broke. The anger there was raw and palapable, but there was also something else, something he’d also buried.

“I was… terrified.” Diluc finally let out. “I was so terrified it frightened me. I… I thought I was going to lose you.”

“And you shouldn’t have to hide that either.” You prodded softly. “But I’ll be alright, I promise. So please, just be open with me and then we’ll go from there.”

Diluc nodded, finding himself unable to speak. Walking over to where you were laying down he peppered kisses all over your face, light and ethereal as butterflies.

He’d do right by you. That’s what he promised himself, after all the hiding and the pain. He’d do right by you. But he’d also not forgive the Fatui for what they’d done, and tonight when Monstadt was asleep the Darknight would be watching. And for any Snezhnayan roaming the streets and lurking in the shadows, there’d be no forgiveness.

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[ceciliablossoms]

I just read the whiskey angst and i cried a bit 😭 can i request Fruit Punch + Absinthe after that the reader feel stressed and go for a walk outside but are attacked by Abiss Mages and seriously injured and Diluc / Childe / Kaeya is surprised when the reader return with a pathetic form but the reader don't want them to touch them pls 😭😭😭 REVERSE UNO

I genuinely wasn't expecting people to like that one enough to request a sequel. I originally had no intention of making a sequel but with so many people asking how can I not?

Haha.. I couldn't sleep again...

The Whiskey fic

TW: Mentions of Injury, Swearing, Self Hatred

Absinthe: “Get out of my sight! I don’t fucking want you here!”

Fruit Punch: “Why are you bleeding!? What the hell happened?!”

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Diluc

It had been several days since he had last seen them and honestly speaking the man was a mess. What he said hadn't fully sunk in until he finished his work and upon realising that he had made a severe error, a pit formed in his stomach.

He was extremely disgusted with himself. Nobody should ever talk to their significant other in such a way under any circumstances. Not only that but he had also called them a hindrance when they had only been trying to help him. Pathetic.

He ended up seeking them out, arriving at their small house in Mondstadt. He had approached their door as they were exiting their home. They visibly bristled.

As the days passed they wallowed less, sadness and dejection becoming anger. How DARE he have the AUDACITY to talk to them like that? To treat them as though they were holding him back?

“Get out of my sight! I don't fucking want you here!”

He didn't even flinch out their outburst. He deserved it, "I have... come to apologise for my actions. I-"

"Didn't mean it? Save your words. I don't wish to hear it." They pushed past him. "I'm going for a walk. Don't follow me."

He watched as they exited the gates, steam practically pouring from their ears. As much as he wished to apologise, craved to say that he was sorry, he was sure that they wouldn't have it. But, he sat on the stairs to their house regardless and waited for their return. Whether they would accept it or not he was still going to try to make amends.

He didn't know how long he sat there waiting but they still had yet to return. The worry had long set in, hitting its peak when there was a small commotion at the gate. They pushed past Swan, who was following after them in a panic.

They walked with a limp, blood seeping through the hand that clenched their shoulder tightly. A cut adorned their face from temple to jaw. It too was bleeding heavily.

Diluc approached them with haste, alerted by their state, "Why are you bleeding?! What the hell happened!?"

They pushed past him too as he reached out to them, "Don't.... touch me..."

Diluc glared at Swan as a way to tell him to go back to his post. He jumped but obliged nonetheless as Diluc began to follow after them. Grabbing their non-injured shoulder in his gloved hand, he tugged them gently to stop them from moving.

His tone was stern, "You do not have to speak with me nor do you have to accept my apology. But you will get those injuries tended to even if I have to drag you to the church myself."

They pulled themselves from his grip, out of breath and tired, "Why is it that you care? I'm but a hindrance remember. Even as we speak I am obstructing you."

"If those were my feelings I wouldn't be here. I don't expect forgiveness but I would still like to let you know that what I said doesn't define how I feel for you. That is of little importance right now. Your injuries need to be dealt with"

They said nothing, looking off to the side. Sluggishly they move towards their home again, quietly ushering for him to follow. "I have plenty of medical supplies of my own." They paused, "When my injuries heal, I expect an apology in full. And as for my trust... You'll have to work for it."

He was relieved. Their words suggested that there was a still a chance for him.

-

Tartaglia

It took him a while to calm down. After all, he did tend to brood on things until they festered. At first, he only got angrier. Angry that the cheater got away with it. Angry that they sided with the cheater. Angry that they helped the cheater.

He thought about it more though, and the more he rationalised the more he calmed down. They didn't really side with him, did they? They only helped him because he would have bled out had they not. As much as he wanted to beat the man's ass all over again, he let it slide. Killing him would be a waste anyway. Instead he would let the man's near death experience serve as a reminder.

When he was fully calm, he sought them out, their words echoing in the back of his head. 'Talk to me when you're fucking sane', they had said. Had his actions truly made them feel that way? Or was it in anger just as his words had been?

He checked Bubu Pharmacy first, seeing neither them nor the cheater. He assumed it was because the cheater was in the back getting treatment and that they had gone on their merry way. The search continued.

His hunt continued all across the harbour and he was unable to tell if they were going out of their way to avoid him or if he was looking in all the wrong places. Finally, he resorted to asking around, getting a couple tidbits of information from some Milileth.

He was told that they were seen exiting the harbour and that seemed extremely miffed. So retracing their steps, he left the harbour as well, following along the path that led toward Guili Plains.

He continued to follow the path until Wangshu Inn appeared in the distance and quietly pondered why they came out this far. Something seemed off though. Halting his movements, he scanned the area, sapphire eyes landing on a familiar silhouette sitting at the base of an apple tree.

He was unaware of how long they'd been sitting there when he approached, but there they were an apple in hand. They finished mid chewing and spoke after they swallowed the fruit in their mouth.

"Get out of my sight. I don't fucking want you here." Despite their icy tone, he knew that they weren't angry anymore. They did, however, want to be left alone though he did not oblige.

His eyes travelled to the blood that coloured the grass beneath them. There was a teasing edge to his voice as he tried to lighten the mood, "Why are you bleeding? What happened, hm? Get in a fight without me?"

Finding each other bloody was nothing new to either of them and playing it up was a game of sorts. An inside joke if you will. Most of the time he acted like a worried spouse for them and vice versa, but at this moment it was genuine worry. They scoffed.

"Yes, but unlike you, I don't try to kill men on the street."

He held up his hands in defeat before sitting down across from them, "Not gonna let me live it down, are you?"

They rolled their eyes, leaning their head against the tree trunk, "It happened a few hours ago. But you get a free pass because I don't have the energy to debate right now."

He moved to check their injury and they slapped his hands away with a quiet 'Don't touch me'. Yet he continued to eye it warily, staring at their face as if to ask permission. His gaze was gentle, genuine worry spread across his face. They caved after several minutes, looking away.

Pulling their shirt up to reveal the injury on their hip, it appeared as though they tried to cauterize it. With a sigh, he stood and held his hand out to help then up. After a moment of hesitation, they accepted his hand and immediately after they stood he crouched in front of them and signalled for them to get on his back. They obliged and he carried them back to the city.

"Don't think that this means I forgive you for what you said to me."

For once he didn't feel like teasing, knowing that it wouldn't help mend the situation, "I know. I do wish to apologise though. My words were... unnecessary. I took my anger out on you."

"Damn right." They patted his head, "Though if you're a good boy I might forgive you faster."

He sighed, fully aware that they were going to use him as an errand boy for the next few days.

-

Kaeya

He continued after their encounter as though nothing had happened at all. The silence that filled his office after they left was deafening but he took the time to finish his work. All of the paperwork that had piled up and all the tedious remedial tasks had been finished, the rest of his duties taken care of as well.

Days passed before he finally decided to confront them, and over that period his the guilt over his cruelty toward them festered. He was fully aware that they were trying to help, trying to make his workload lighter, yet he still snapped at them.

If he hadn't taken out his frustration on them then the two would be together right now. If he had just let them help will all of it then we would have gotten done much faster and gotten to relax much sooner. The stack they did do, however, was the biggest one from the piles which did shorten the time he was working. If only he hadn't scared them away.

He began his search for them at their home, finding it empty. Thinking for a moment, he began to check the usual places they went when they were upset. As he headed to Windrise it turned out that he didn't have to look far, for they were limping over the bridge that led into the city.

They were bleeding heavily from their chest, hand clutching the wound with unspoken panic. He rushed toward them, reaching out to support their body weight.

His voice was demanding, "Why are you bleeding?! What the hell happened?"

"It was just an Abyss Mage. Get out of my sight! I don't fucking want you here."

He knew he deserved their scalding words but that didn't stop him from trying. He held his tongue to stop a smart ass comment. Usually, he wouldn't hold back but he knew this wasn't the time.

"You may not want me here, but if you don't get some help you'll bleed out before you can make it to the cathedral." He spoke calmly despite his internal conflict, and they knew that he had a point.

Begrudgingly they leaned against him as he escorted them through town. Moving hurt as it aggravated their injury but it was necessary. As soon as they got inside the cathedral he called for Barbara who appeared around the corner. Her face contorted in horror as she escorted them to the infirmary.

Kaeya sat amongst the pews and waited, having an internal debate with himself. Would they forgive him? Would they even hear him out?

Hours passed before Barbara remerged with news of their condition. He could see them but they could not leave for a while. With caution, he entered, knocking on the door frame to get their attention.

They turned their head in his direction but scowled when they realised that it was him. "Do you need something?"

He hummed, "No but you do." Sitting on the edge of the bed, he took their hands in his, "I wanted to apologise. Both for what I said to you and for taking your kindness for granted."

They stared him down but say nothing but sincerity in his eyes, "I'm listening."

He was slightly caught off guard by their response, nevertheless though it made him happy. They fact that they were willing to listen showed that there was a possibility for forgiveness.

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[aetherarf]

Can you write something where Diluc has a graphic nightmare about what happened with his father, has a very bad panic attack and is throwing up and the reader helps comfort him and calm him down? With the reader rubbing his back and holding his hair back?

Yep! Here you go!

I also have another req that's pretty similar but they deal w/ different issues so...... Still gonna keep em separate.

[[ WARNING: ANGST, TALK OF DEATH, VOMIT ]]

[[ Summary: Diluc gets up in the middle of the night, terror destroying him from the inside out. So upset by it, he leaves to spew out his insides, to try and feel even a little bit better... Oh, but he forgot he doesn't have to deal with these demons alone anymore... You're there.

Word Count: 1'011 ]]

You sat up, reading under the light of the lamp, glancing over at Diluc every time he'd shift or adjust. You just weren't ready to sleep, and he had been dead exhausted all day... So the least you could do was be near him how he liked.

"Nuh... No, nono..." Diluc muttered, and you glanced over, "No... No... D-dah..."

You set down your book, eyeing him as he shifted... Should you wake him or-

Suddenly, he jerked up, gasping for air as he was already sitting up--You didn't even get a chance to ask him what was wrong when he all but jumped out of bed, frantically running to the restroom, and you heard the sound of him hurling his insides out--

You got up, rushing to chase him in, and he was already hunched over, vomiting into the toilet... Gently, you gathered up his hair and held it up, as you heard his cries as he puked, tears trickling down his face...

Whatever he was dreaming of must've destroyed him, to bring him to this place so quickly. You sighed.

This wasn't the first time.

You loved him, but he was scared. With good reason, but... It hurt your heart. It was hard to watch him suffer like this.

With your free hand, you gently rubbed his back, and, slowly, the disgusting noises turned to whimpers and sobs, little by little, until he moved back from the mess--

You reached over, handing him a cloth to wipe off his mouth, whatever mess there may be, before the evidence of the demons in his mind flushed away, gone.

But he wasn't much better. He wasn't sick anymore, if only because his stomach was empty, he didn't get up from the floor, curling up in on himself.

"Diluc," you said, softly, "You can't keep living like this."

He had told you, before, that you soothed a lot of his pain. How much agony must he have been in before knowing you, to make this pale in comparison?

"I know," he whimpered, weakly, "I'm tired."

You petted his head gently.

"Can you do something for me, love?" You asked, and he looked up at you, "Just get back into bed. I'll make some tea with plenty of milk to soothe your throat."

He nodded for a moment, "... May I... Take a moment?" He asked, vulnerable and afraid.

"Take as long as you need."

You hesitated, looking back at him... But you knew he would be okay. He wasn't the best at taking care of himself, but he didn't ever harm himself, not intentionally.

He wasn't helpless.

You left, and you heard him cry again, needing to shut the door and take a deep breath...

He cut off his last therapist. It had been two months, then suddenly he insisted he didn't want to go back. But--he needed one... What even happened?

You didn't know, as you put the kettle on the stove, looking for the teas he liked the most... Would adding sugar be good? He loved sweet things, maybe that, plus the milk, would soothe his mind and body.

A few long moments of clicking... You decided you'd ask him about the therapist. He wasn't quick to fall asleep, especially after something upsetting... And there would never be a 'good time' to talk about it.

You filled his cup, set the teabag in, and sat back... Thinking.

His nightmares were constant. He wasn't violent or harsh, but he wouldn't let you take care of him... And be would be so adverse to touch. It was hard to stand by him, when he seemed so afraid.

You took out the teabag, pouring in some milk and sugar and stirring, carrying it back upstairs to Diluc. He wasn't in bed, but you heard running water, and then it stopped, and Diluc walked out, looking at you...

"I wanted the taste out of my mouth," he said, simply.

"I put in extra sugar, just how you like," you walked over to him, offering the teacup, "That should help to."

He took it, and nodded briefly.

"Thank you." He didn't drink immediately, but he went to his side of the bed, sitting... And he sighed, before taking a sip... And he hummed.

At least he liked it.

"Diluc... Why did you stop seeing your therapist?" You asked, sitting in bed, and he choked on his tea, barely able to swallow what was in his mouth before coughing, setting the cup on the nightstand.

"Wha-Why do you ask?" He asked, staring, eyes wide and wild...

Why was this such a touchy topic?

"You need help, Diluc. Help I can't give you. You... You still need a therapist, did you just... Not want to... Deal with it? Or them? "

Diluc was silent for a moment... He sat in his spot, curling up in on himself--a telltale sign he was afraid, upset... He always did this when he wanted to comfort himself.

"... They said-they said it was my fault..." He muttered, putting his head down, "That... I can't suffer from something like that."

You had a feeling he was talking about something other than his father's untimely demise.

"... I understand it's scary, and it's hard," You said, your hand on his arm, "But there's more than one therapist in Mondstadt. Do you want me to look for some more for you? I don't mind, I just... It's hard to watch you fall apart like this."

He nodded.

"... Okay. I mean... I do. I'm tired. I'm tired." He said to himself, muttering afterwards, unintelligible.

"Do you want to cuddle?" You asked, and he looked at you... There was a desire to in his eyes, but..

"C-can we... Spoon?" He asked, a stutter.

Why was he...

Oh.

He was nervous because he probably wanted to be the little spoon. That was alright.

"Of course, my phoenix," you cooed, "Lie down, back to me. Do you want me to rub your stomach?"

"... Please."

As soon as you lie together, Diluc relaxed.. and you heard his breathing steady-quickly.

He must've truly been tired.

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[lupically]

#4D3035 | BENNETT.

genre | angst

word count | 1227

warning | mention of death, badly written (?) grieve 

note | i tried taking a little turn with this one. i thought diluc could resonate with a scenario like this so i added him in. anyway, i hope you like this anon, thank you for requesting!

request | from anon

"if you see him at the graveyard behind the cathedral, please take him home."

jean's request echoed in diluc's mind as he cautiously hid behind the column of the grand cathedral.

his soulless red eyes focused on the unfamiliar boy sitting on the grass by a tombstone. that must be bennett. what kind of teenager would willingly hang around such an eerie location at the dead of night if it wasn't for a desperate cause? it could only be the orphan whose best friend just passed because of incurable health problems.

bennett sat close to the tombstone but he was still careful with the spaces he occupied. it wasn't entirely visible, but it seemed that he brought a bag and nothing else to this moonlit solo picnic of his. he was munching on a small sandwich sara whipped up for him out of sympathy and talking to himself.

it was almost sad to watch.

diluc knew very little about bennett. he wasn't particularly interested in the sun-kissed boy besides the fact that they're the same. on unspoken levels, he understood that they are the same.

it wouldn't have to take a genius to understand the situation at hand—bennett's friend died and now he heads over to their grave every night to spend time with their ghost, for closure purposes, maybe.

diluc knew, personally, that talking to a stone doesn't actually work, but at bennett's age, he didn't have many grieving options left to pick from.

"you know what i found behind a cave near starsnatch cliff today?" bennett said, his voice positively loud, and he fished out a dirty-looking headband from his bag. he looked at it, examined it carefully, then he hummed in dismay. "hmm, i actually don't know what this is... but i am going to ask my dads about it later and i'll come back to tell you!"

he dropped the headband on the ground before reaching into his bag again. his lips stayed permanently quirked up, his green eyes shining like the sun would in this dark, silent night. taking a quick bite of the sandwich, he huffed out an excited breath when his eyes caught sight of glowing everflame seed and immediately pulled it out of his bag.

"oh, and i fought the pyro regisvine today!" he exclaimed animatedly, looking down at the seed. "it wasn't as scary as i thought it would be, but you were right, i am a bad match for it. thank god razor came along, i would have gotten off worse."

mumbling something about planting the seed in his home's backyard, and then frowning about how it would probably be a bad idea to plant a pyro regisvine within the city walls, bennett took a big bite of the sandwich as he set down the seed before he realization suddenly hit him.

"oh!" crumbs of bread flew out of the corner of his mouth. "razor! i met a new friend recently in whispering woods! he is really cool, you would like him! he lives near wolvendom..."

he reached for the treasure map in his bag and hastily rolled it open. his finger wiggled in preparation to point out razor's whereabouts, but upon the sight of the beat-up treasure map—rusty, written over, and burnt around the edges—his movement stopped at the red cross marked obnoxiously atop of liyue harbor.

"i will take you there one day! i heard they have a super nice lantern festival! we can make lanterns and write wishes on them!"

he never managed to get you there. you had died before he even made it past dawn winery on his reckless attempt to carry you to liyue.

the decision to strap you to your bed until your last minute did not sit well with him; he had wanted you to see the outside world despite your terrible health, he had wanted you to meet the sun and moon personally, so he snuck you out of mondstadt and made a run for it. a terrible decision, truly, he was never going make it.

bennett could still remember the final knock of your weak hand against his back, urging him to give up. he remembers how he had to find a comfortable spot under a tree where you could see the moon clear as day. he especially remembered the moment he watched you take your last breath, and he worried how he was supposed to explain this to anybody.

your parents would have killed him if jean and the adventure's guild didn't stand by him, but still, that would never stop him from thinking that everything might have been his fault.

the red cross that once signified a final destination, a dream within reach, now served as a warning. the red marker was tainted with the blood of your death, as if screaming, "never go there! the last time you tried, your friend died!"

diluc raised his brow upon bennett sudden stop in movement. he pushed himself off the wall and stepped a little closer, watching the boy with knowing intensity. the moment was finally here after the train of denying cheerfulness. the sun, sitting alone by the dead moon, was finally falling apart.

tears fell seamlessly out of bennett's pretty eyes as cries huffed past his mouth. he looked around, noticing everything but not taking them into account, seeing everything but not understanding the purpose of them. what was the sandwich for? what was the map for? what was the everflame seed for? what was the tombstone for?

he was just crying. that was all he knew to do now.

little clouds of grieve and guilt allowing the switching off of his bright exterior and finally, reverting him to who he truly was: just a boy; a boy who lost his dear friend, a boy who could not have done better than he could before and now, a boy who had his love taken away and was left to deal with it with nothing but tears because that was all he should understand.

"i'm so sorry," he said. "i miss you so much, please come back."

there was a hint of softening in diluc's chest.

it was all bennett could do; these cries of bargain. please come back, so this time around i will figure it out, this time around i will protect you, this time around i will love you better than i did before.

diluc didn't know much about bennett, but he knew for sure that the boy loved you more than he had let on, more than the amount he regretted not showing. like the sun that hides itself so the moon can shine, its affection hidden beneath the mountain and the ocean in incalculable ways.

they are the same, on many unspoken levels they are the same.

diluc waited until the boy dropped asleep on the grass. he walked over, looked at him, couched down to gather his things, and he hoisted the boy on his back so he could bring him to jean and ask for the whereabouts of his home.

bennett stirred a little, but he didn't wake up. amid his slumber, he mumbled your name, and diluc wondered if things would turn out better for the boy.

he wondered if the sun will shine like it used to again, even though the moon has died.

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