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mondaymelon · 1 year

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when you first fell in love with them. ♡

(inazuma genshin impact + dain x gn!reader)

written headcanon style! enjoy✩

warnings/notes! fluff, wholesome content ♡

(a/n) @silverbladexyz come and get your dansleif ♡ @dizzy-sekai come and get your husband heizouuu~ feel free to comment or reblog characters you want next!! my requests are closed but i take brain rots and asks✩

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ayato ♡

he can see your embarrassed face from a mile away.

you've known him from a long time, longer since you could remember, since the two of you had been children. since then, he had gained many more responsibilities and duties, filling up his schedule almost completely.

still, he makes time for you, no matter what.

and if you trouble him about it, saying there's no need to, he'll only smile and respond, "a little trouble is worth it if it means spending time for you."

he knows you all too well.

just from a glance, he can read your expression like a book. and he makes it no simple matter, either. ayato will smirk at you smugly whenever he manages to make you successfully flustered, face burning at whatever flirty line he's just spoken.

so when you walk into his estate one morning, eyes downcast, he immediately knows.

"hey. tell me. what's wrong?" he frowns slightly at your behavior, no doubt concerned. when you stay silent, his expression only deepens. "you can tell me."

and you do tell him, eyes teary with worry. '"...there's just... a lot going on right now." you finish, sighing, not wanting to let this part of you be revealed to the azul-haired man so easily.

his eyes glisten, his voice soften. sending a bittersweet expression your way, he places a gloved hand over yours, where its trembling on the table, before leaning forward and pressing his soft lips to your forehead gently.

"it's going to be okay. trust me, alright?"

"how can you be so confident about that?" you question him, pouting with disbelief. you can feel your face burn at the action, but you try your best to ignore it, especially with ayato's gaze burning into you.

the next time he speaks, it's barely a whisper:

"i'll make sure of it."

thoma ♡

he was always gentle to you and everyone he met.

and you loved him for it.

the way he smiled softly and raised his hand in greeting at the children playing on the street, or the way he snuck out of the estate to give the stray animals some food to eat... his heart was kind, and he made you happy when you were around him.

"off to to see the stray dogs again, thoma?" you give him a little wave from your post. "would you mind if i came with you?"

"not at all! i'd be happy with you by my side." the man smiles charmingly as the two of you walked down the path. pausing, he turns to you with a quizzical expression. "ah... but don't you have work to do?"

"hehe, don't worry, i made sure to inform my supervisor. i've been waiting for you, actually." thoma blushed at your confession, laughing nervously.

"i-i didn't make you wait too long, did i?"

"of course not. you were just on time, actually. anyways, when you visit all those pets, what do you usually do?"

"ah... actually, i was planning on knitting some sweaters for them. after all, it's been getting colder recently and they don't have any shelters, so..." thoma sighs. "winter is always a tough time for strays. i would take them in if i could but... there's just too many, and that would only lead to more problems." you can see his eyes soften at the mention of the topics, his expression full of remorse. he feels deeply about this, and you know its already starting to rub off on you.

"then how about we adopt one together?" you first suggest it as merely a joke, but as you see thoma's eyes light up, emerald irises sparkling with hope, you feel your own heart skip a beat.

he rushes forward, clasping your hands in his own as he stares at you intently. "could we...really do that??"

he's too close...!

"i-i mean- if you really wanted to-" you stammer, trying to avoid eye contact as you can feel your skin grow warm from where he's touching you. just thinking about it makes your face flush.

"then let's try our best together!"

itto ♡

he didn't care what others thought about you.

to him, you were just someone he cared about.

his childhood was rough, to say the least. he was shunned and ignored wherever he went, even if he was hurt and in need of assistance. so you completely understood when you came to the arataki gang headquarters, pleading for a chance to get into the infamous group.

of course, he gladly let you! after all, at that time, the gang was short on hands, and you were the perfect fit - just what they needed.

in fact, they're so happy to have you here that for the first week or two of your arrival, everyone calls you "godsend" or "savior" instead of your actual name. it's entertaining to say the least, and you're glad to have found such a nice group. they're your found family, and they never cease to make you laugh.

itto is no exception. he jokes a lot around you, especially if he senses your feeling down, and always brings you whatever snacks he was able to win from the kids that day. its childish, you know, but you love that little playful aspect of him. it makes you feel warm.

then the rumors start.

you don't even know the full story, all that you know is that they're false - lies spread by the citizens of inazuma with too much time on their hands and too many stories to tell.

"they killed a innocent man..."

"oh my! really? i heard they engaged with several various married men...! seems like they really betrayed all of us... making us think they were a decent person... i can't believe this."

you're nervous to go to the first meeting after the rumors start, so you don't, telling them you're sick and that you'll need a week or two to recover.

well, it's been two weeks, and there's another meeting planned. there's no way to escape it this time - they've surely already heard the rumors, no matter how clueless they may be.

so when you show up at the planned spot, you're surprised to only see itto standing there, glancing around for you. he spots you walking toward him, and gives you a big grin that stretches across his face. "hey! it's been a while! how have you been?"

"...good."

"what're you so quiet for? is something wrong?" itto blinks at you with his crimson eyes cluelessly.

"ah... you've heard the rumors, haven't you?"

"of course i have." you feel a chill surround you as you frantically stare up at him with wide eyes, entire body trembling. "what about it?"

"they're not true!!" you stutter, tears desperately pooling at the edges of your eyes. "i promise-!"

"i never said they were. don't worry. i believe you."

"you... do?" suddenly, everything seems warmer.

"of course. you'd never do something like that. i trust you." he grins sheepishly, laughing a little. "sorry, did that come out too headstrong?"

you shake your head, smiling. "not at all. thank you."

"it was the least i could do."

heizou ♡

he always matched your level and helped you catch up to speed.

and it happened quite often.

after all, the detective's man was astoundingly fast, he was a genius in all standards imaginable. because of this, even though you were quite clever, you still found it hard to decipher some of his ramblings when he was trying to crack a particularly difficult case.

still, he tries his best to help you, especially since you're a detective yourself. he often points out things that people aren't able to see the first time, but never acts obnoxious or brags about it. he's just happy to be of help.

so when the two of you get assigned to the same case, the red-haired man is ecstatic. he doesn't stop talking once on the way to the office, the words just keep on coming! he's speaking so fast that you can't make out his individual words but you can tell he's excited from the way he almost skip-walks and the way his emerald eyes sparkle when he looks at you.

he's giddy all throughout the debriefing, occasionally sending you enthusiastic glances from across the table as he grins at you playfully. it's hard to concentrate when he's acting so... childish.

but it's not like you don't like it.

quite the opposite.

when you two finally set off for the investigation, heizou still hasn't calmed down. maybe it's because this is the first time that heizou gets the chance to show you his skills on the job, or maybe it's just because he can finally be with you while he does his work... either way, you don't find it annoying. instead, you find it almost funny that he's this eager about the whole thing.

there's a light tap on your shoulder, and you whirl around to see heizou grinning at you, upturned eyes closed as he hands you a daisy that he's just picked off the side of the road. his face is red, but he manages to hand you the flower nonetheless, your fingers and his brushing against each other as he does. his flushed skin is warm to the touch.

"is this...for me?" you look at the man, confused. still, you can feel heat creeping onto your face.

"who else?" heizou gives you his signature grin, opening his eyes to reveal his near spring green irises underneath. "thanks for staying by my side."

bonus!

dansleif ♡

he was distant, but even so, he tried to show you his feelings for you.

he was never the affectionate man. far from it.

he never acted cold, at least he didn't try to when you were around. dain was usually silent, too, which didn't help the awkward pauses in conversation whenever you tried to talk to him. still, there was something about him that just made you feel so happy.

and dainsleif felt the same, although he may never admit it. your mere presence was enough to put his usual wandering thoughts at peace, and he felt more collected. your demeanor just had something to it that washed away whatever troubles he had been facing, no matter how large.

you forgot how you had met him. but you remembered when and where. it had been a starry night, and the moon shone bright. you had peered out over the shadowy meadow, and had spotted his tall figure, his head of blonde glimmering in the light.

you blink your eyes hazily, glancing up at the sky. the sun set a long time ago, and the moon is hidden by dark clouds, flashing with bolts of lightning.

it's well past your normal sleeping time, but your sleep schedule is already so messed up it barely matters anymore. dain sits across from you, staring out the window and at the howling wind outside. the two of you coincidentally were out for a walk, one of the rare times dain was free, when a thunderstorm had to start and the two of you leaped into the nearest ruins and were sitting and waiting out.

"at least there's a roof, right?" your voice was hopeful, trying to make the best of the situation. that is, if you could call it a roof. it was a few poorly placed wooden boards that were sealed with some kind of gritty cement, but it managed to keep the rain out, so who were you to complain?

dainsleif nods, his gaze trained on you. pausing, he hesitates before opening his mouth to say something. "if you're tired... you can rest. i'll take watch."

"no! i couldn't do that to you-" you cut yourself off with a sudden yawn. self sabotage. "besides, who knows the next time we're going to be able to talk alone like this?"

"it'll be okay. here." he pats his legs from where he sits, an unreadable expression on his face. "this'll be more comfortable than the stone floor, right?"

you can already feel your face burn. "ah-"

"please?" something about his almost whiny voice takes you off gaurd, and you already feel your will crumbling.

"alright..." you slowly walk over to him, laying on the ledge he's sitting on and resting your head in his laps. he smiles down at you, before unpinning his cape and draping it over your figure. the warmth and his sweet scent hits you immediately, and you can only feel yourself being lulled further into sleep.

"dain-!" you protest weakly, pouting. you can feel his smiling gaze from where you've buried your face in your arms, embarrassed face flushed red.

"sleep well, darling."

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lunairesrealm · 2 years

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can i request fem reader & dainsleif, please? reader's a bit on the shy side but dain's praise is enough to encourage her to ride him -> maybe convince her to go multiple rounds with his stamina ...thank you!

take it all

dainsleif x reader , nsfw

cw: 18+ content MDNI!!! , fem reader, unprotected sex, multiple rounds, creampie, belly bulge, cervix kissing, dain is pussy drunk ya, overstim, dumbification, dacryphilia, not proofread

a/n: lawd have mercy this req is so 🤭🤭🤭🤭 ALSO SORRY FOR RESPONDING SO LATE ANON :(( I was out the whole day so absgshhs

reblogs are appreciated!

Dainsleif’s a man who knows the effect he has on you, and will use it to his advantage.

You were just sitting innocently in his lap, playing with his hair and talking about things that happened to you throughout the day, as usual. But unlike the other times you’ve done this, your words went in one ear and out the other, dain’s mind focused on the way your hips are grinding against his ever so slightly, blue eyes fixed on your plush thighs on either side of his hips. You just looked so soft and so pretty on him, that he couldn’t control the way his cock was hardening under your touch. He himself doesn’t quite know why he’s so sensitive today, but that doesn’t matter to him right now

He places his hands onto your hips, a dark blush creeping up his face as he tries to stop you from moving too much. You notice how he’s not paying attention to you and the redness in his face, your hand reaching up to cup his face to get him to look at you

“you ok, honey?”

he looks up at your face with a hazy gaze, head filled with thoughts of just wanting to be in you. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you onto him, lips pressed against your neck as he leaves feather light kisses down the column of your neck, his hips grinding into yours as he pants against your skin. Your hands grab onto his biceps to ground yourself as your body moves against his in a steady rhythm.

“d-dain what are you-“

“need to fuck you, angel. will you let me, hm?” he whispers against your ear, his voice deeper than usual as he tries to suppress the tent growing in his pants, your eyes widening when you finally notice the way his cock is hardening against your ass. “please, you feel so good” he’s nearly begging, growing impatient by the second. His hands are running up and down your thighs in light touches, sending shivers down your spine and arousal pooling in your panties.

Your eyes refuse to meet his, but you hesitantly nod your head with a blush on your cheeks and your head tilted down. He wastes no time removing your shirt, popping off your bra swiftly as he admires your pretty tits, wrapping his warm mouth around your nipple as you writhe on him, involuntarily grinding against his hips with even more vigor. Your hands run through his hair as he continues to suck on your tits, the lewd sight making your panties damp with even more of your slick.

He pulls away from your tits, his tongue cutting off the string of saliva as it runs across his lower lip. The sight of your swollen tits and your flushed face is making his cock twitch between your thighs as he moves your hips back and forth on his lap “fuck, I can’t wait anymore” he nearly growls while hurriedly undoing his pants, not even caring to take it off completely as he pulls his leaking cock out from his precum-stained boxers. You gulp when you see how big his dick is, standing proud against his abdomen with even more precum oozing out from his slit and dripping down onto his throbbing balls. Dain sees the nervousness in your face and reaches up to your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, pressing a reassuring kiss to your cheek while his other hand fists his cock.

“don’t worry, I know you’ll take it so well for me, won’t you?” he softly smiles at you as he runs his thumb across your lips, your eyes wide and fixed on his face. He guides his cock with his free hand and rests it on your tummy, his blunt head reaching just below your bellybutton as his cum gets smeared onto your skin

“m-mhm, I will” he smiles at your response, his hand snaking down to your panties and pushing it aside with his finger, rubbing up and down your sticky slit as you stifle a moan. Slowly, he guides your hips up until your glistening pussy is hovering just above his cock, his tip lightly rubbing between your folds before he lowers you down onto him, inch by inch. The broken moan that leaves his chest as he bottoms out makes you delirious, your slick gushing around his cock and onto his balls as he reaches the hilt.

You place your hand on your belly with your mouth agape, feeling the bulge of his cock through the skin

“dain! s’too deep, s’too much!” you’re whining, thinking about how you’d be wrecked by the time he’s finished with you

he slowly starts fucking up into you, his tip smushing against your cervix and his balls kissing your asshole every time he thrusts up into you, your head thrown back as you try to be good for him and take it all. But your whines don’t falter, tears running down your cheeks before his hand reaches up to grab your chin, tilting your head down to meet his eyes.

“for me angel, please. You feel so fucking good on me” he moans out as he shifts his gaze to your bouncing tits, the hand that was on your chin now fondling your boobs as you slowly starts bouncing on his cock, a gasp falling from his lips as he throws his head back, both hands gripping onto your waist for dear life. “fuckkk, so tight…” your hands grip onto his shoulders as you pick up the pace, his moans stirring you on as his hips buck into yours to meet halfway. He shuts his eyes and savors the way your slippery walls slide up and down his dick, his tip throbbing deep within you as his precum oozes out against your cervix.

You just keep bouncing up and down his cock obediently, desperately wanting to hear his moans of your name and praises of how good you’re doing for him.

“fuck, just keep doing that, so good” his words slur as he praises you, his eyes fixed at where you’re connected, sticky strings of cum connecting the both of you, eyeing the way his thick cock is literally splitting you open every time your hips come down to meet his. His lap and abdomen glistens with your essence, his balls wet and producing an awfully lewd squelching noise every time it slaps up against your ass. Your pace harder in response to his praise, wanting to make him cum even as you struggle to take him in.

His calloused thumb finds its way to your puffy clit, rubbing tight circles on it as your walls twitch on him, your high nearing. His cock feels so big in you, as if it just might break you with just how rough his thrusts are and how it’s twitching in you wildly.

Your body slumps against his while he continues to play with your clit, his other hand kneading your ass as you keep bouncing on his dick. You feel the hot coil in your stomach snap as you cum onto him with a scream of his name, walls convulsing onto his cock while he keeps thrusting into you, chasing his own high.

You’re trying to come down from your high but the way he doesn’t stop thrusting into you sends shivers down your spine, screaming at the overstimulation. “w-wait dain, please!” you pull away from his chest as you try to get him to stop, placing your hand onto his abdomen.

But he only pulls you down, seemingly in a trance as his gaze is fixed on your pussy taking in his dick, thrusting up into you wildly as you just keep whining, sobbing on him. He pulls your hips down until you’re flush onto him, his dick going in the farthest it’s ever gone as a punched out moan leaves your throat. Guiding your hips, he grinds you onto him as he spurts out hot jets of cum directly against your cervix, emptying his balls as he fills you up with what seems to be an endless stream of his hot cum.

“oh fuck baby” he moans out with his head thrown back, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulps, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as he milks his cock into you, giving you every single last drop of his cum.

Now though, his arms are wrapped around your waist, pushing you up and down his cock as your body lays limp against his, tits flushed against his chest and his pace animalistic. His cum from the previous rounds leaks out from your pussy and drips onto his abs, a translucent ring of cum evident at the base of his sloppy dick, more of it smearing onto your asshole and onto his throbbing balls. You’re too fucked out to even care, just letting him use your pussy as he pumps more and more of his cum into you, his thrusts still having the same vigor as he did rounds ago.

“d-dain” you whimper against his chest, weakly gripping onto him, not having any energy left from how overstimmed you are, head empty except for the feeling of the way his fat cock continues to drive into you.

“j-just a bit more, angel, this is the last one, promise” you’d believe in his words if that wasn’t the last thing he said rounds before, his hard dick still not faltering despite cumming countless times in you. In reality, the head of his cock is burning with overstimulation, shooting out nothing but watery cum into you, but he persists, not being able to pull out of your sopping wet heat.

But of course you just let him fuck into you, not caring about how sore your legs are or how tired you feel. You did say you’d take it all, didn’t you?

lunaire

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dumplingsfordays · 9 months

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eyes are the windows of the soul

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ok so hihi, first time writing stuff for a fandom...

this one's kinda self indulgent because (cough cough) dainsleif (cough cough) anyways

i don't think i mentioned any female anatomy but reader's pronouns are she/her and she works at a coffee shop! so yeah

also lots and lots of pining from reader because dainsleif is absolutely perfect

(but you can apply this to any other blonde, blue-eyed reserved man if you want to bc his name isn't mentioned)

umm yeah so not proofread!!, might be mistakes / errors so feel free to correct! english is not my first language so i'm sorry if i make any mistakes. also written in third person.

art found on pinterest through @cartavaya_vorona, i couldn't find the original artist (sorry!)

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The more (y/n) fell in love with him, the more her desire to truly understand him grew.

He was mysterious, reserved. They hadn't even talked, but (y/n)'s gaze always lingered on his long, dark blue cloak when he would pass by the counter while the customer in front of her ordered their coffee. She would fumble with the trays of freshly-baked lemon tarts when his image came into her mind - gorgeous blonde hair, deep cerulean eyes which she could never make eye contact with, but he was always expressionless. His smile, by far, was the most puzzling thing about him, and (y/n) was determined to uncover that mystery, whatever it took. She'd always make sure his order was right, make little jokes when she'd bring his coffee and food to the small table in the corner where he always sat, but none of those things seemed to work. He just always thanked her, politely but quietly, still with that neutral expression on his face, and resumed reading whatever book he was holding, to her dismay.

This happened routinely for around two months now. He would come in, usually between six to seven in the afternoon, and order a medium cappuccino with no sugar and a quiche. He'd sit down and eat, and when the café closed at eight, he would thank (y/n) with a simple nod before exiting.

But on one calm, late September evening, when the sun painted the sky in brilliant shades of red and orange and purple that poured through the windows like molten gold, when (y/n) stood behind the counter, washing the used coffee cups in the sink, when the man that she'd been thinking of at that moment entered the café, he came up to her and waited silently until she would see him.

(y/n) sensed his presence, and swiveled her head around to meet his gaze. However, this time, she couldn't look away. Her (e/c) eyes widened.

She felt so heavy, and yet so light at the same time, like she was drifting along a cold river, and staring upwards at the sky. It was littered in multicolored stars, with the bright full moon hanging to the left of her vision, and when she felt a particularly cold current sweep past her, she felt a twinge of pain, of etherealness, of tainted purity, and her heart began to throb in a sort of sweet bitterness. She blinked, and was back in this world, in her cafe.

“Oh, hello,” she said, cringing inwardly as she looked away, at the wooden surface of the counter. She was probably staring before. “Would you like your usual?”

“No, actually.” (y/n) spotted him twiddling his thumbs in her peripheral vision. “I would like to try something new today. What is your favorite item on the menu?”

She paused. She didn’t expect this, not in a million years.

“Um… I'm actually not sure. I think I like all of them, but if I had to choose… I do really enjoy the éclairs.”

“I’ll have one of those then, please. And a cappuccino.”

“You sure love your coffee, huh?” (y/n) chuckled.

“I do.” The man nodded, and went to the seating area (which was surprisingly fairly empty), taking a seat at a table closer to the counter. At first, (y/n) didn't notice - she wanted to select the best éclair for him so he wouldn't think ill of her recommendation, and after she brewed the coffee and put everything on a thin wooden tray, she strode over to his usual seat by the window in the corner, but then noticed he wasn't there. She blinked in confusion a couple of times, before finally finding him sitting at a table that was still adjacent to the wall, but was one column closer to the counter. Trying to hide the fact that her face was light pink from embarrassment, she walked to his table and set everything down. She met his eyes again, but this time more shyly.

“Let me know if anything tastes bad.” She hated how her voice squeaked against her will just now.

“I will. Thank you,” he replied, and (y/n) could swear that she saw just the faintest glint of gentleness in his deep azure eyes. Giddly, and with a gigantic smile on her face, she smiled, and rushed off back to the counter with her head turned away. Jesus Christ, could she be any more obvious?

She speed-walked into the kitchen, sat down on a low stool across from one oven, and covered her (probably very) red face with her hands. Never before had the man shown any emotion, with the exception of mild frustration, and seeing his eyes slightly crinkle at the ends and sparkle with this sort of softness sent pleasant shivers down (y/n)'s spine.

Eyes are truly the windows of the soul, she thought.

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versadies · 2 years

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lovely man, kindly man (w/ gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. lovely man, kindly man

ADDRESSED. dainsleif ( w/ gn!reader )

STAMP. in which you’re escorted to the cathedral by a kind man after injuring your foot.

CONTENT. ooc (?), mentions of creeps, mentions of harassment, fluff/angst, mentions of injury, mentions of drunk people, mentions of alcoholic consumption (reader is an adult)

PENPALS. @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @kazu-topia @chiruru @aqualesha @renamichii @mrkamisato @shenhesl0ver @serami00 @serenareiss @hiqhkey @emperatris-rinaka @bystander36 @irisxiel @coleluuviida @034ven @dear-dairiess @luv3rxcha @hadesaedes @chiro-chiro-kun @hersscherofyatta @mariusvonhangme @yuzuricebun @nejibot @hoshikistarlette @solaaresque @crowbird @lordbugs @flowersforayato @headintheclouddd @estelwrld @giyusimpsassemble @irethepotatosblog @moonlightaangel @alice0blog @shotosbrainrot @sniffoat @chihawari @mxsomn

POST-SCRIPT. please take note that this is my first time writing for dainsleif !!! and i decided to officially remove my “YOU HAVE RECEIVED A LETTER” of my fics (ofc, the letter theme stays for now) :>>>

NAVIGATION

“Su…Surely, you’re not planning on carrying me all the way to the cathedral, are you?” You stammer, feeling your cheeks starting to warm in embarrassment as the mysterious man continues to carry you with ease. Considering your weight, how is there not a single sign of struggle from him?

“It’d be cruel of me if I let you walk with your injured foot, let alone stay in the tavern with those people.” He spoke in a hesitant tone.

“You mean.. Those drunkards?” You clarified. Now that you think about it, they kept staring at you a lot of times as if you’re their prey to catch. If it weren’t for the kind man interacting with you, who knows what would’ve happened – especially when you accidentally injured your ankle while conversing with the said kind man.

He hums. “Yes. I’ve noticed how they’ve been making you uncomfortable, that’s why I took it upon myself to make sure you’re safe.”

Your embarrassment soon died and was replaced by the feeling of comfort, flattered that he thought of your safety despite only talking to each other for the first time. “...I appreciate that. Have you always done this for other people when you visit other taverns?”

He stays silent in response, but you didn’t think about it much, not when you’re still slightly drunk-dazed from the amount of alcohol you’ve drank.

“It’s rare for me to do this.” He confesses.

“Oh? Why?” You asked.

He stays silent again, thinking of a response. “Let’s just say I find it hard to deal with people when I look like this.”

“...You look normal to me.” You mumbled, not caring if he heard you or not.

Despite not sharing a single word with one another anymore, it didn’t make you feel awkward with the man. In fact, this is honestly the first time you’ve ever felt at peace with a man. If this were a date, you would’ve wanted to go for a second date–

What are you thinking? You thought, mentally facepalming yourself. This isn’t even a date, it’s just a man helping you get your foot healed!

“Is something on your mind?” He asks, causing you to flinch in surprise. How could he tell you’re conflicted with your thoughts when he can’t even see your face?

“Uhm..” You tried to think of an excuse. “I was just thinking of how I can repay you. If it weren’t for you, I would’ve gotten in trouble with those drunkards.” You lied.

“You don’t have to repay me,” He reassures you. “Anyone would’ve done the same if they were in my position.”

“I suppose you’re right,” You then noticed how you're now closer to your destination the moment you saw the statue of your archon, causing you to frown. It’s a shame that your trip lasted shortly, you really wanted to talk to the man a lot more. It’s been a while since you’ve talked to someone with a conversation that lasted for hours until you came across to the foreign wanderer.

You were unaware of how said wanderer felt the same.

“This is the cathedral.” You said as the man stopped in front of the church, still carrying you in his arms. “Thank you again for helping me, I’m always willing to pay back your kindness when you need it, sir.”

“I’ll.. take note of that.” He replied with a short nod. “Would you like me to take you inside?”

You shook your head assuringly. “No need, you can just drop me here and I’ll knock on the doors, I’m sure there’s at least one person inside who will hear it.”

He nodded once more. When he dropped you down, you immediately checked if you could walk around. Thankfully, you’re still able to walk besides the fact that you have to limp.

You then knock on the doors a few times before immediately turning around when you notice the man starting to walk away, causing you to quickly shout out, “Wait! May I at least know your name before you leave?”

The man stops his tracks in response, not taking a glance at your direction.

“...My name is not worth remembering.” He spoke up, turning around as his eyes landed on yours, something that made his heart longed for after so many years. “My name is Dainsleif.”

And I was your lover in your past life.

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yoimix · 2 years

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「 sweet nothing 」

time is the first and foremost adversary to lovers.

despite that, you took DAINSLEIF’s hand beside the fountain in the heart of khaenri’ah. it was fitting to him then, that a kingdom was built around this when you looked at him with all that is good in humanity. khaenri’ah may have been a nation without a god, but in you, there was a religion he was willing to put his faith in. it began all too suddenly—and it ended all too suddenly.

at first, the very name of yours filled him with fire that would put the pyro archon to shame. a slip of it from his subordinates in the royal guard would earn the harshest glare. as captain, he ought to keep his men in check. but you, oh, he hadn’t accounted for a royal advisor’s heir, and all the distractions you brought with you. it’s unfitting of a knight to feel as he did for you. but he admitted it to you, blurted it out almost, the moment you took his hand.

“captain?” your eyes never stopped glimmering. even in the darkest hours of night, you’d be shining as bright as stars. they were almost like guiding lights to him, the way he would find himself in your embrace every break he got.

he could never get tired of counting the constellations in your eyes. they charted his whole sky.

“hello, (name),” he spoke far too quickly. the captain of the khaenri’ahn royal guard does not get nervous. but your hands were so warm, he wanted to cave into you right then.

“oh, don’t be so formal, dain,” you giggled. “i was only teasing.”

“oh? i... i don’t understand, i’m afraid.”

it made you break further into laughter, clutching your stomach as he looked at you perplexed. he missed your warmth the moment your hands left his.

“you’re so stiff! aren’t we close friends already?” you placed your hands on your hips. “i mean it’s cute in a way, but i don’t want to fluster you into a statue.”

oh, so you were aware of the effect you had?

you huffed. “you act like such an enigma, but you’re just like me, aren’t you?”

dainsleif was nothing like you. you were the ever lively wind to his unyielding stone, blooming life to his strict stillness. there couldn’t possibly be a thread of connection between the two of you, apart from the silent adoration he held for you and your way of doing things.

“you love like i do.”

dainsleif could never tell what drew you to that conclusion. but you were right. he did love like you did. and he lost like you did.

but he admitted it you—the only one he could say overflowing words to till the end of time, even if they were sweet nothings. a look of worry had flashed across your face at your confession and he wasted no moment to take your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to it. the action finally made you seal your lips, and dainsleif’s quaint smile followed not long after. would that mean you were courting?

nothing brought him more joy than you did, your touches and kisses, your demands to hear his voice before drifting off to sleep. eventually, though, work took over and you were left with inteyvat flowers to keep time and lull you to sleep. and oh, how you still adored them because he picked them for you.

when they said the end was coming, dainsleif never realized how soon it would be. he’d taken lives before, but it took a cataclysm for him to understand what it takes to protect one. he didn’t get to say goodbye—and now he whispers it to the sky each night.

dynasties hardly ever end with warnings. ashes and dust cloud his memories of the aftermath. he’s grateful in a way. it would pain him to remember the exact moment.

if only his faith were stronger, could he have, at the very least, perished together with you? the sickness at his fingertips grows. he can’t touch anything alive anymore. it hurts to feel the memories of warmth.

dainsleif is the bough keeper, and he is not meant to be more than this role assigned to him.

he runs his finger over the inteyvat petals, the wear of time adorning its surface. does it ever miss the khaenri’ahn lands? does it miss the rich soil and the crystal water like he misses your gentle touch and spirited laugh? all you ever wanted from him was nothing but his presence, his words—and he was as cruel as he could be. he would give anything to go home to you now, to hold your smiling face, to kiss you till you laugh. oh, but time, time is unforgiving. he has no home. his wandering is eternal and fruitless.

and when he remembers your face on the last day, it makes sense to him, why they punished him so gravely.

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halcyon-writings · 1 year

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nav.

— “I’m sorry.”

He raises an eyebrow, curious. “What for?”

You seem unsure, perhaps, his mind unhelpfully supplies, scared. He turns fully to look at you, and hopefully you see that he is not judging you.

“I’m sorry for not remembering you.” Is what you say. He stops for a moment, actually taken by surprise.

Your memories were a touchy topic, to say the least. Waking up in ruins to two strangers before you did not help and suddenly being thrust into a world you barely understood did not either.

The traveler, having sensed that the Bough Keeper knew more about you than what he let on, decidedly suggests you to stay with him. To their surprise, he agreed.

Coming back to the present, Dainsleif shakes his head. “Nonsense-”

“No don’t say that,” You shake your head, eyes downcast, “I know that there’s thing I should be remembering, things I should know to do but there’s just this damned block and- ugh, I feel useless!” You find yourself frustrated, more so at your own self than anything.

Dainsleif, despite himself cannot help the nostalgia he feels. The sight familiar to ones he witnessed of advisors being reprimanded by you specifically, similar tones of frustration in your voice both then and now.

“If I had any problem with your amnesia, I would not have offered to travel with you,” he reminds quietly, “But alas, you have yet to hear word from me.”

You crinkle your nose, “I could step on your foot and you would have no problem, I’m sure.”

“And you have, dancing never was your forte.”

This flusters you, as you scoff insisting at your dancing ability like there had not been times you took (dragged) the former knight along with you on a “sudden expedition” to avoid any banquets or balls. This gets you an amused look from the blond.

Your expression, despite being indignant at his light teasing, appears lighter now.

(Dainsleif only remembers another time you had looked so defeated. The skies burned, the once immense and beautiful place you both called home all but destroyed, it’s inhabitants condemned to a life of suffering if they survived.

You continued fighting despite that. But then you had fell also, or so he thought. But a naive part of himself he pushed down, had wished just slightly for your memories of this event to stay away for a bit longer.)

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so-mordor-itis · 1 year

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Heyyyy Emmy, after taking 84 years to decide on a prompt could I do 7 from the Injury prompt list with Dainsleif?

He noticed at the very beginning. The way you clutched your wrist, flexing it up and down. The subtle flinching whenever something made contact with that hand. Dainsleif knew. He was more concerned about why you had not spoken of it. There were all types of injuries that could have caused the pain you were experiencing, but lack of knowledge proved to be faulty.

"How long have you been injured?" He watched with regard as you flinched. You tilted your head before he spoke again, eyes glancing towards the appendage hidden behind your sleeve. "Your hand."

"It's..." You hesitated, as if constructing the right words in your head. Perhaps an attempt to not spark worry. "It's nothing. Just a small scrape. I got tangled with some tree branches."

Dainsleif observed as you shuffled, tugging on the sleeve once more. If he took a closer look, he would've probably seen blood.

"I know it's not my place to tell you what to do with yourself," he said, "But if you would let me take a look-"

"No, it's fine." You said it so fast, now he couldn't help the suspicion rising in his chest.

He held up his hand gently, as if you were a wild animal. "I won't hurt you, if that's what's causing you hesitation." You've been trying to hide it as best as you could, there was no possible way you weren't injured pretty good, if not badly. He's met people like you before, and they didn't have such a kind fate.

It took a few moments of thought, but you did eventually hold your hand to him. Pulling the sleeve back revealed a deep scrape across your palm. Dainsleif sighed through his nose, this was exactly as he predicted. You weren't fibbing when you said it was a scrape, however you were when you stated the severity.

"Come, there's a river nearby. We must clean the wound." Without tugging against your arm, he directed you south of the campsite. "Better to not have an infection."

Before you knew it, you found yourself beside the river bank, hand cupped against the rushing water. You winced at the water cleaning your wound, the sting memorable. You watched the dried blood flow from it. Red dancing along the mix of leaves and pebbles below.

"Thank you," you mumbled.

"It's no trouble, though I'd definitely prefer if you were vocal about such things." Dainsleif responded. "Better to speak up then suffer. However, it's not so much a message for me, more for the two traveling companions with us."

You thought about the Traveler and Paimon sleeping peacefully in the tent next to yours. About how they would react if they found out you had been hiding something as important as an injury. The idea made your chest ache.

"Dainsleif,"

"Hm?"

"Why are you so keen on helping us?"

Dainsleif's eyes glazed over with an emotion. He fell into thought before giving you a proper response. "You remind me of someone I knew long ago. They were just as kind, as brave, but they also shared the habit of not speaking up when necessary."

He paused, eyes wandering towards the river, trailing a leaf as it fell towards another leaf. The two broke apart soon after the first fell. "Just old memories, I suppose."

"Was this person very close to you?"

For the first time since you met the man, you shared eye contact. Eyes so blue you could've sworn you almost fell into them. He nodded.

"If I said this back then, I would've been immensely embarrassed, but now, I wouldn't hesitate to say they meant everything to me."

You didn't respond, not knowing how to.

He spoke again, disturbing the silence as he splashed water against your wound once more. "I should've said it when I had the chance."

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tabibitto · 2 years

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Queen of the Ashes | Dainsleif x Reader Part Two (FINAL)

part 1 here

Though his breathe was physically visible in the cold mountains that separated Liyue and Mondstat, it felt warm on his red cheeks and nose.

Dainsleif held his sword tightly in his gloved hand, a fighting stance upon the snow, feet digging into the white and soft ground as he glared at the Lawachurl in front of him. Crystal blue ice decorating his horns, knuckles and knees, snow set still upon his shoulders and messy mane. A deep growl as he puffed his chest and flexed his arms. The cold breathe of cryo making the tall, Khaenri'ahn male shake at how it bit the remaining uncovered skin on his face.

He was wet in blood that did not belong to him. It stuck to his boots and cape, dripped down the edge of his blade.

Dainsleif was foolish enough to follow an abyss herald into Dragonspine where monsters lay in every wake. Only to be led into a trap that proved difficult to wind out of.

He crouched lower to the ground, ready to swing at a moment's notice.

Except, he didn't have to.

The sound of hooves approaching froze them both in their tracks, and as the Lawachurl turned with an animalistic grunt to face the newcomer, just as quickly as his body turned did his head fly right off of it. Blood splattering. Ruining the pure and clean white snow with it's filth.

However Dain did not falter. Not until the hooded figure came into view.

It was a women. The tight black turtleneck hugging her chest area said so. She wore a cape that looked suspiciously like his own. Starred and purple on the inside. Her bare hands nearly matched it's color with how bruised they look. Either from punching a wall or a person.

She rode on a black stallion. Her hands carrying a chain that led to an arrowhead like spiked metal with a ball of what he guessed to be a pyro slime. When it swung, it's flames did too. He could only assume the strength she used to blow the head of a creature much bigger then herself with a weapon like that

The women let out a gasp as she came into view of him and dropped her weapon. Scrambling to reach him so desperately she fell off her horse and on her knees.

Through the gap her mask allowed, he could see a pair of watery, blue eyes.

Wait.

Gently, with shaking fingers she pried it off her face. And he dropped the bloody sword, stumbling backwards as a face he had not seen in 500 years stared back at him, mirroring the expression he wore in the reflection of her eyes

The face that laughed when he did something silly. The face that smiled when he started his shifts with good mornings and ended them with good nights. The face that wallowed in pleasure as he fucked her in the quiet of a night, hand placed over her mouth to avoid being punished for their crime of being in love. A queen was not to have feelings for her queensgaurd. Certainly not invite him into her bed, when she was meant to marry nobles and carry heirs that would inherit the throne she sat on.

He knew this better then anyone. And she knew that he hated it. When she would attend royal balls and political gatherings, and have to stand by like a statue. Watching with angry eyes as men came to offer her marriage, children, gold, luxury. Things he could never give her. The only thing he could give her was his company and comfort. His affections and advice when she needed it.

If she needed him at her side for advice he would be there in the blink of an eye. If she wanted his arms to hold her while she cried in stress and frustration he would without question. If she asked him, with those little puppy eyes and pink cheeks he found so adorable, to be intimate with her, he was already undressing them both.

He was there at her beck and call. His sword was hers his life was hers, his heart was hers forever and ever.

As much as the simplicity of what he could offer as a common man who worked at the Palace of Khaenri’ah, protecting the queen at all hours of the day. Compared to the riches men who sought her power and wealth, his queen claimed that what he thought was so little in comparison to greater men, she saw as the biggest gift anyone could offer.

Of course, he understood her side in this. Emotional trust and love didnt quite compare to material things. Yet sometimes Dainsleif couldn’t help but get…a little jealous and insecure he couldn’t provide the financial stability and wealth others could.

Though this never bothered his sweetheart. She always claimed no matter who would want her hand, he would always have her heart. For this, the comfort and love she gave him to reciprocate what he tried his hardest to give, he would always be indebted to her.

You can only imagine the heartache. When even the protection he swore many years ago when she first was crowned Queen of Khaenri’ah. Could not be given as he held her under crumbling ruins. Could only hold her crying form as the people he too was meant to serve were burned and killed outside the broken entrance.

Could only comfort and make her final moments easier then what many had, until death did they part.

He tried. He really did.

Dainsleif tried to get her away but there was no escape for anyone on that land. He failed his duty in protecting his queen and love. All he could have hoped for was to make her grief less while they waited, helpless for her to be killed for wrongs she tried to right. For being born on the wrong side of the ocean and being unable to control the actions of every human in Khaenri’ah

An impossible thing to ask. He had told her

And for 500 years did he try to make himself believe he did make her death more merciful and kind. When he had woken up in the ruins of the land he once called home and gaurded his queen in. With her body gone, and the bodies and blood of the dead and cursed left behind as history of what once was.

So many times did he try to join his love in the afterlife, knowing she was dead. And could only wander, seek revenge, live until he couldnt. Hunt down the abyss and search for answers. Clear ones.

And yet, here he stood, inches away from the face he had started to forget as time took his memory little by little. Her eyes the same tearful ones as that dreadful day. Except. They held joy he had not seen in so long. They held his own reflection. And he could see tears on him he did not feel.

Dainsleif cast aside the bag he carried slung across his shoulder and tackled the poor women to the ground. Her legs making way for his body to settle between them, wrapping around his hips as she clung to him. Shaking and crying in silence before letting out a loud inhale that broke into a sob.

He could only shakily shush her through his own tears. Just as that day.

Except it was so longer goodbye. It was hello.

A reunion he dreamed of and knew it could never be more then that.

A dream.

One that came true now it seems as he cradled his queens trembling body as she clung to him, repeating with perfect accent the mother tongue he hadnt even spoken himself in so long. Damn near forgetting the language he grew with after 500 years of it not proving any use.

“Your Alive..Your alive your alive your alive” she cried out. Less to him, and more to convince herself this was real as she buried her face into his shoulder, mumbling the same two words over and over until her voice cracked into a whisper from soreness

He sat up with her still attached to him, rocking her on the snow as he made no noise while his tears ran like angry rivers.

At the same time did they part and took each others face in their cold hands.

Dainsleif let out a weak smile and reached down to wipe the sticky wetness between the space of her top lip and nose that came from her nostrils. He saw her eyes widen in embarrassment and immediately swung her head away, which he followed, making her swing it the other way to avoid him seeing the obvious red on her face with a soft whine of protest.

He let out a chuckle, a shaky one at that as he stood up and wordlessly sat her back on the horse.

“W-Wait Don’t Leave—”

She didn’t get to finish as he was already gripping either end of the leather saddle and hopped on right behind her, gripping her waist gently yet firmly.

“Don’t worry my queen, im not leaving you ever again. Not until we actually both die in each others arms.” He whispered to her chuckling in bittersweetness.

She seemed hurt for a small moment and he tilted his head a little in concern.

“I am no longer Queen of Khaenri’ah Ser Dainsleif.” She said both playfully and sadly, using his own former title which, if it was an object. It would have collected mold and dust long ago. Probably already withered away.

The former monarch sighed, glancing into the cold and white of Dragonspine, her eyes flickering from the ruins to the camp of hilichurls. Her former subjects.

Unrecognizable. Different. Their past identities had died along with their country. Now they could merely count the days until their new and dreadful faces withered away too. By time or by sword. Just like she was.

“I am merely a Queen of the Ashes”

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alatus-imperatrix · 2 years

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you're the star i look for every night.

pairing: dainsleif x gn!reader

genre: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: !spoiler warning for requiem of the echoing depths archon quest! other than that, kissing, stargazing, sleeping together (non-sexually), crying

word count: 1,026

a/n: omg it's been a hot minute since i've been on here anyways i love dainsleif enjoy <33

art credit: mybloodynails on twitter

The cool breeze caused tufts of hair to tickle your cheeks; dark green grass prodding at your feet. Here you were, near the edge of Starsnatch Cliff, stargazing with the man you had fallen in love with. As he explained in intricate detail the stories regarding certain constellations, you found yourself to be quite enraptured by his beauty. His blonde hair was swaying gently in the breeze, moonlight reflecting upon his teal irises. He spoke while looking intently at the stars, and though you had been listening earlier, right now you felt an immense urge to kiss him. And so you did.

Dainsleif's eyes widened initially, but you felt him smile in the kiss once he got used to the feeling. It was a soft kiss, once that you cherished greatly and wished for to never end. You felt an arm snake around your waist to keep you steady as you deepened the kiss, tangling your fingers in your lover's oh-so-silky hair. Disappointingly, he pulled away after a few moments, but not before planting one last peck on your lips.

After your short interruption, Dainsleif continued explaining the tale behind a certain constellation, while you listened keenly. Curious about a certain pattern you observed in the dark sky, you asked Dain if it was another constellation. A pained look flickered across his features, but it was gone as quickly as it appeared.

“That constellation depicts an octagram: an eight-angled star that represents Khaenri'ah's royal Eclipse Dynasty. Would...you like to know more about it?”

You shook your head, not wanting to bring up bad memories for the knight. Though it seems the damage had already been done, judging by the way he wistfully continued staring at it, as if caught in past memories. You looked away, focusing on a Cecilia nearby, when unexpectedly you heard a soft sniff from your right. Glancing at Dain, you noticed a single tear flow down his cheek.

“Hey, what happened?” You said, alarmed at the sudden display of emotion, immediately rushing over in front of him to wipe away the tear. “I'm sorry for asking about the constellation. I won't bring it up again.”

“No, it's not your fault,” said he, voice becoming somewhat deeper as a result of emotion. “I'm fine. It's nothing, i-it's probably just the breeze. Shall we return now?”

Not convinced with his explanation, you reassured him, “You can talk to me about anything. I won't judge, of course. I'll try my best to comfort you, Dain.”

At this, the male seemed conflicted. He knew you'd never be able to understand the pain he went through. Seeing his homeland be completely destroyed in front of his very eyes. Seeing the people he tried so hard to protect ultimately turn into monsters of the Abyss. Spending each day knowing that what you did simply wasn't enough to save his people. He had failed. And his failure had affected all the people he once knew and loved.

Unbeknownst to Dainsleif who was lost in his thoughts, more tears fell from his eyes as those painful thoughts swirled around his mind. You didn't know exactly what was going through his mind—you just assumed it was about the cataclysm that happened half a millennium ago, and so you brought his head to your chest, rubbing his back gently to try and console him, whispering words of comfort into his ear.

Upon your embrace, he grounded himself, wrapping his arms tight around your body. Allowing himself to freely cry after centuries-long of bottling up all his guilt and remorse. What had occurred just a week prior with his old comrade, Halfdan, just increased the burden in his heart. Right now, in your arms, he finally felt free, even through all the tears that didn't seem like they were about to stop anytime soon. You rested your own head atop his shoulder, still rubbing circles on his back to try and give him some sort of comfort from the pain he was likely reliving.

Once the sniffling became less frequent, Dainsleif, still holding onto you, said quietly, “What have I ever done to deserve you? Me, a cursed knight, who couldn't even protect his people. I don't deserve y—“

“Stop right there.” You said firmly, letting go of Dain and looking him straight in the eye.

Poking a finger square in his chest, you continued. “Look at me.”

Hesitantly, Dainsleif did as you asked (or rather commanded) of him.

“You did your very best to save your people. But unfortunately the gods had other plans. How could a single mortal be able to counter countless gods? It's not possible,” you said, though your voice started to waver a little. “And it was unfair. Extremely unfair. And I know it hurts feeling like you were responsible for its destruction, but you weren't. It was the gods. So don't you dare think you don't deserve anyone like me. Hell, I should be wondering what I did to have an all-round amazing man like you love me.”

“Dain, you deserve me and more,” you ended quietly.

At this, his gaze flickered towards the ground, more tears threatening to spill as his hands balled into fists beside him to try and compose himself. You cupped a hand around his cheek, pressing a light kiss on the tip of his nose while you told him: “I love you more than anything, Dain.”

Sighing, Dainsleif leaned his forehead against yours, whispering hoarsely, “I love you too.”

The rest of the night was spent in each other's arms, laying flat on the grass while watching stars pass by until slumber took over the two of you.

Even though he still felt guilt for the events that happened five hundred years ago, Dainsleif was confident that he had never felt so happy and content, cherished and loved as he did just before he fell asleep, with you huddled up close to him for warmth, his cape acting as a blanket of sorts.

Your hair tickled his neck as you snuggled closer to him in sleep, wanting to be nearer. The action caused him to crack a smile.

He was absolutely smitten.

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scorpius-major · 1 year

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Good day! I really enjoy your writing, they're so fun to read :) May I request 4 of wands with alhaitham and dainsleif? Thanks for your time!

Event request #5!

Ft: dainsleif

Prompt: 4 of wands

A/n: I already have a 4 of wands for alhaitham wrote, and you can find it here! Also tysm I’m glad you enjoy my writing!

Dainsleif

The four of wands - wedding! When in the relationship you two get engaged and what the wedding would look like!

I can see dain not wanting to get married until way later down the line. Sure he loves you more than anything in the world, but he just has too many responsibilities to get married in the present time. Now, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want to settle down with you, just that it’s not the right time. Maybe far in the future. Dainsleif truly does love you and would like to settle down with you when all the abyss stuff is taken care of. When that time does come, he’s another one who just wants a small wedding. Not too many people, if not any at all. He definitely went through a period where he didn’t want a ceremony at all and just wanted to sign the certificate and be done with it. However you somehow managed to convince him to have an actual wedding. It’s still very small, just a few very trusted people and absolutely no archons.

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mondaymelon · 11 months

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— 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿. ♥

:feat~ dainsleif x gn!reader:

⤷ part of @favonius-library's exchange event ! ⤷ gift for @k-zu !! enjoy ✩ ⤷ angst and slight enemies to lovers, implied past relationship

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You were of his past. His cursed, damned past.

Those remnants of moments that plagued him, those fragments that coursed through his blood like poison, the collapsing world, alight with tongues of flame… those mirages that flash across his vision, all of it, whenever he sees you.

The way he felt like his heart was wrenched into two.

The times when he would collapse on the ground, hand clutching the fabric above his heart, breathing labored and sight flickering… how the entire world seemed to burn.

He could still hear them.

The way the skies seemed to darken, and how they screamed, their cries of help, the desperate calls of his name, and then the deafening silence.

The silence that seemed to overpower all sounds.

Those cursed recollections that your very sight would inflict upon him. The mimicked pain that felt much more real than it should’ve, the way the ghostly war he had fought eons before still perpetually raged on in his mind.

In those times, he despised the way he silently shook, fists clenched and figure disheveled.

And for that, he despised you as well.

Was his hatred misplaced? Yes, and he was shamefully aware of that fact. But Dainsleif is one who has been broken far too many times, someone whose hope has been shattered past repair.

He needed someone to place his blame on, somewhere to pin for the wracking pains he experienced, and so there you were.

Yes, he would tell himself at times, late at night. There… you were.

Yet, even after he had distanced himself from you, why did his heart ache only more? He hadn’t seen you in eons, so why? He hated you, he should hate you, but why did the sight of you make him hurt in this way?

“Dain.”

That voice.

To think a single call of his name could make him tremble the way he did.

To think that such a simple word would make him rethink… everything.

He doesn’t want to look at you, but he does.

Ah… how could you still be so beautiful? So effortlessly enrapturing, just like all those years before? The way you said his name - just like that time when the two of you had watched the sunset, your head resting on his chest peacefully as he played with your hair, how the two of you had smiled so blissfully… so obliviously.

Those warm times that had been the happiest times of his life.

“Dain! Daiiinnnn!” Your voice rang through the air, causing the blonde to turn around, a quizzical expression on his face.

“Love, what is it?” He watched as you ran over, beaming all the while.

“Hehe, I have a surprise for you~!” The basket on your arm rustled as you dug through it, the excitement in your expression growing by the second. With a sparkle of your eyes, you grinned at him. “C’mon, close your eyes, silly!”

“...Alright.” He had tentatively closed them, awkwardly shifting around while waiting for… well, whatever you were about to do. And suddenly, amidst the sounds of your giggles, there was something else, the beating of his heart, loud in his flushed ears.

“...And there we go! You can open your eyes now~”

And when he did, starry eyes fluttering, all he can hear is his own heart, his fast inhale and exhale. The world seems to glimmer, all of it seems to shine, and in the middle of it is you. You, who is looking at him with such adoring eyes, sparkling with such ecstasy just because he was with you.

“Dain?”

With a voice of birdsong.

“Do you like it? I made it for you!”

“Me?” There are flower petals in half his sight, a crown of them on his head. And from where he stands, vision tunneling, all he can see is you, wearing a matching one of your own, smiling at him so blissfully.

“I love you, Dain.”

Your voice from the past spoke to him, words ringing in his head. You had stared up at him, smiling, eyes filled with such adoration.

…At that time, he had repeated those words.

And now, underneath his unchanging, calm facade, his heart races shamefully.

What had you done wrong?

Your eyes seem to plead to him, and it hurts. That’s right, what had you?

Ever since he had taken up vengeance, ever since he had begun to wander this godforsaken world, he had longed for that warmth.

It was his fault. All of it - for cursing such a blissfully innocent person as you.

And the way your gaze towards him is still so filled with hopeful affection… really, after all these years, you haven’t become any different, not one bit.

No, you have changed - and he can see it in your gaze, in the way you look at him, with such a fractured look in your teary eyes.

For just a moment, he can see it all. How you reach out tentatively, almost out of habit, but hesitatingly pause, before drawing your hand back, only glancing at the man with a trembling gaze. The way your stance is unbalanced, the way you quiver, like you’re ready to withdraw at the first sight of danger.

And maybe you were.

“...Dain, please. Stop… Stop running away from me.”

Somehow, even your voice sounds shattered. A tear slips from your eyes, then another. “Hate me all you want, but please, don’t leave.”

And for an instant, everything seems to stop, even time itself.

He wants to take your hands in his and pull you into him. He wants to embrace you, holding you so tightly he might just never let go, but instead, he stays silent. Because he has seen how he has broken you, someone as fragile as porcelain. And he is to blame for his ignorance.

Yes, now he’s decided.

He shouldn’t interact, shouldn’t interfere, because it’ll only hurt you more.

Ah… but his body moves on its own.

And before he knows it, there you are, pressed into him, clinging onto him like a lifeline, tears staining his clothes. In the moonlight, the single tear that falls from his shockingly azul eyes glimmers with radiance.

“...I’m sorry. I-”

His wavering voice cracks as he holds you tighter, swallowing hard. He knows that mere words would not be able to bridge the space between the two of you - the gaping chasm that he himself had created, when he had left you. Yet, how else would he be able to show you that he had changed?

“I was a mistake. Love, I promise you.

I will never leave you again.” ♥

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lunairesrealm · 2 years

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hii!! could i pls request dainsleif w/ a breeding and corruption kink ... maybe the (fem) reader could be a god hes become unlikely friends with and fallen in love with?? thank you!! 🙇‍♀️

mine to ruin

dainsleif x reader , nsfw

cw: 18+ content MDNI!!! , fem reader, sub!reader, corruption and breeding kink, angel is used as a nickname, dain being pussy drunk, unprotected sex, creampie, dumbification, belly bulge, dacryphilia, dain lowk being possessive, not proofread

a/n: of course! I’m in love with this concept already, so thanks anon!

reblogs are appreciated

Dainsleif, the mysterious wanderer from the fallen land of Khaenri’ah, never really took a liking to the gods. He resented them, despising them for what they had done to his once thriving civilization, but that was before he met you. You were a rather weak god, far below the higher rankings of the seven archons, but you were much unlike the others who had destroyed his homeland.

He had found you alone and isolated during his travels through the abyss. Keeping his guard up, he didn’t speak to you much at first, but as he got to know you more during his travels though…

You were kind and had a compassionate heart, feeling sympathy for those who had perished in the cataclysm, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to you. He tried to stop himself at first, realizing the lapse in his agenda, but he just couldn’t resist you. You were such a pure soul so ready to be corrupt with the real darkness of this world, and he just had to have you all to himself.

He befriended you, pulling you to him with kind words and charming gestures, always showering you with adoration and praises of how kind hearted you are and how you were unlike anyone else he had ever met before. And of course being the naiive god you are, you fell right into his grasp.

Now you’re under him, his cock drilling in and out of your pussy as he corrupts your body and once pure mind. Despite you telling him that you believed this was wrong and that it was dirty, he shushed you, promising that he’d make you feel so good, and so you succumbed to him. There’s drool dripping down your chin as your body jolts in response to the rough slams of his hips into yours, the lewd sound of skin against skin filling your senses.

The head of his thick cock is plowing through your walls as his heavy balls kiss the skin below your cunt when he bottoms out. He’s so big, filling you up until you feel like he’s in your throat, pushing the breath out of your lungs. He’s thrusting into you like a mad man, so drunk on your pussy and the deep set urge to make you addicted to the feeling of him in you.

“mine, mine, mine. all mine to ruin.” he’s growling in your ear as his thrusts speed up. he angles his hips in such a way that his cock head reaches the hilt every time he bottoms out, and your mind is reeling with the sensation. The bulge of his cock is evident through the soft of your belly, seeing the way it appears and disappears when he pulls back and thrusts back in. He’s eyeing the way his cock disappears into your heat each time he thrusts in, his cock throbbing and twitching in you at the sight.

Your cheeks are damp with his spit and your tears, your body overwhelmed with the intense amount of pleasure his cock is giving you, and you feel yourself giving out, becoming his. The whines and cries falling from your lips are the only thing Dain can hear as he bends down to kiss away the tears threatening to leave your eyes. “didn’t I promise you you’d feel good angel? just look at you sobbing on my cock”

He presses your abdomen down softly as to not hurt you too much. “so fuck- so full of me” his eyes roll to the back of his head at the way he can literally feel the way his cock is rearranging your guts, at the way you’re being so submissive just for him.

“I’ll pump you full of my cum too, want that? gonna give you my babies” his own words only spur him on further, a dark gleam apparent in his eyes.

“m’gonna get you pregnant, angel. no one’s gonna believe in you now that you’re tainted” he mocks you with a teasing tone in his voice, and you whine at his words. Your pussy tightens around him at his words and he peers down at you with a lust-filled gaze. You’ve got your arms extended to him, reaching out for him, and he leans down to you as you pull him into a tender kiss.

“yea-yeah, fill me up dain, please…” you say in between kisses, and he lets out a strangled groan as he pulls away. His hands move to your hips to hold you still as his pace gets rougher, putting in more force than before. His mind is set on the intent of filling you up with his seed, and it’s evident in his hard and borderline animalistic pace and the way his eyes seem to have glossed over. You throw your head back at the tightness in your abdomen, mouth open to let out a silent scream as you finally cum on him. A strangled cry of his name sounds out from you as you gush around his cock, his rough pace smearing your arousal onto his tummy and thighs.

You’re so wet and sloppy, and so warm that Dain feels himself fall over the edge as he shoots his load into you with a broken moan. It almost seems like he’s spurting out an endless stream of cum into you as his cock throbs and his balls tighten. He continues to thrust into you as he rides out your and his high, milking himself with your pussy as a satisfied sigh leaves his lips, his thrusts slowing to a halt while his cock softens inside you.

Your arms wrap themselves around his neck as you pull him down into a kiss, your legs wrapping around his waist and unintentionally pushing his cock further into you. He pulls away as he leans down to suck on your neck, your hand running through his hair while you kiss his temple. “love you, dain” you whisper sleepily against his hair as he stops his assault on your neck.

“love you too, angel” you smile at his words and your eyes close, heavy with exhaustion, your head leaning against his as you breathe in his scent.

What you don’t see though is the content smile on his face while he hides in the crook of your neck, almost mirroring yours. Sure, maybe he did try to take advantage of you for his own personal interests at first, but for now, he’ll allow himself to indulge in you. Who knows? Maybe he could rebuild a new Khaenri’ah with you as his queen…

lunaire

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evening hours

ok so hihi i'm back and down bad for dainsleif (as usual)

this is just a quick little idea i had while i was in the car so i wrote this down in a google doc and then pasted it here 😭😭

apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes, this isn't proofread so there may be a lot :/

anyways thank you for reading and have an amazing day <3

source for the art (i couldn't find the initial artist, i'm sorry) : @abimanyuputro on pinterest

warning! if you're uncomfortable with any of these topics, please don't read : cuteness to angst to comfort, implied overworking from reader but not really specified

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mood :

Lavoe - kept crystal castles but its only piano (link to spotify)

daniel.mp3 - 3am walk - slowed & reverbed version (link to spotify)

lil indo - the beach (instrumental/slowed/muffled) (link to spotify)

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The first time you saw him, you were intrigued.

He had a mysterious air about him, emphasized by that starry cloak of his that he never seemed to take off. Delicate blonde hair, outlining his features with smooth strands, poured like a golden waterfall from the top of his head, and his cyan eyes were sharp and cold, but you could sense a sort of sadness hidden deep in them whenever you made eye contact. This wasn't a Mondstadter, you knew that for sure. He didn't look like he was from any other region in Teyvat, too - you could only assume that maybe this gentleman had a very unique taste in clothing and was simply blessed with inhumane beauty. You didn't think that he'd keep visiting your café, though.

The second time you saw him, you were curious.

Curious about his mask that covered only half of his face. Curious about his clothing, his mannerisms, his reticent politeness. Curious about why he was here in Mondstadt at all, and for what reason he seemed to be staying here. His face was a blank, white dot in the crowd of regulars you'd see each day, an enigma, and this fact made you wonder. Where did he come from? Why was he so reserved? And, arguably most importantly - who was he, really?

The third time you saw him, you were friendly.

You struck up conversation about the gorgeous weather outside when you brought him his coffee. Of course, he agreed, saying that it was a perfect time to go for a walk in the Whispering Woods, where the overarching trees provided the perfect amount of shade from the sun, and your quick talk ended there. He thanked you with that same quiet civility before you left his table, but this time, it was accompanied by a barely noticeable smile dancing on his fair lips.

The fourth time you saw him, you were open.

Your conversations were getting longer and longer as the days went by. His previously guarded-off persona was crumbling, and it seemed that he was getting more comfortable talking to you (and maybe even simply being around you). His eyes grew softer when you approached, his tense hands relaxed. You liked this new version of him - a version that he seemed to be hiding from you before he knew you meant no harm, a version that finally felt like it could be honest with you. He would be welcome in the café after closing hours, and you would enjoy simply talking to each other over some tea and muffins about the various aspects of your lives. At times, these conversations would get deep, philosophical - you talked about the meaning of life, about fate. He seemed interested in these topics, to your relief. You never really had a person that you could talk to about this, as they either always changed the subject to something a little more "real", or ignored you altogether, but this man was different. You felt like he was an old friend despite never knowing his name.

The fifth time you saw him, you were a mess.

Everything in your life seemed overwhelming, endlessly crushing at this point. You closed the café early today in an attempt to have extra time to pour your emotions out through some good ole crying, but you forgot about the man, still sitting at a table, book in hand. When you didn't come to him after the clock struck 8:15 (the usual time you'd come over after putting all the cups to soak), he looked over at the counter. You weren't there.

He assumed that you had more duties to attend to, and kept reading, keeping one eye the counter while he was doing so. In fact, instead of being in the storage room, whose entrance was past the counter, you were leaning against it, trying desperately to not cry too loudly. Your hot tears stung as they rolled down your cheeks, but you didn't dare move to wipe them away. You didn't want him to see you in this sorry state.

Unluckily for you, he heard one of your short gasps for air. He immediately set his book down to come over to the counter, and lo and behold, you looked up at him, cheeks and nose reddened as he peered over the wooden surface in worry.

"Can I come behind the counter?" he asked in genuine concern, a tone which you had never heard him speak with.

You nodded, sniffling. You must look absolutely pathetic to him right now.

He walked with urgency to you, and knelt across from you on the floor. He took your hands in his as his cyan eyes met your bloodshot ones.

"Are you okay?"

At these soft-spoken words, the dam broke. Tears poured from your eyes like crystal-clear rivers, and you pulled your hands away from his to bury your face in them. You shuddered as you desperately tried to catch quick breaths of air, gasping, eyes screwed shut.

"Hey, hey," he muttered, trying his best to be reassuring. You felt his (rather large) hands cup your face, carefully pulling it upwards. His thumbs wiped away your still-running tears with gentle care.

"Shh. Breathe, just breathe. That's it."

In between sniffles and ragged breaths, you explained why you were in such a state. You were reluctant to tell him - after all, you didn't want him to think ill of you (or worse, to bear yet another burden on his shoulders. He was probably carrying a lot as it was, and you felt like it was unfair that he should carry your problems with him, too).

"I'm- I'm sorry," you said hoarsely. "For this whole thing. I should've just-"

"No. You shouldn't apologize, not for this," he reassured, "but thank you for being honest."

You nodded, blinking away the last of your tears.

"Please tell me if you need anything."

You chuckled, albeit pitifully. "Yeah, if you know how to magically erase all of my problems with a fairy wand or something."

"I'm being serious, y/n," he warned, but his lips betrayed him - their corners quirked up into a small smile.

"I'll be fine," you sniffed one last time, before standing up, at which he stood up with you. "I'll be okay."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I am. I think, at least."

"Alright then."

He walked back to the table on which his book lay, and after retrieving it, he headed towards the door. Before he exited, however, he stole one last glance towards you, and cleared his throat.

"You'll tell me though, right?"

"About what?" you asked as you watered some plants on a windowsill.

"If you need anything."

You turned to face him, and your eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, you really meant that?"

"Of course."

"Well... I am rather short on Mora."

A glare from the man made you freeze, and then you threw up your hands like you were at gunpoint (because you pretty much were at that point).

"Just kidding!" you laughed awkwardly, and in response, his gaze softened. "But no, there's nothing. I think all that crying cleared my head up a little bit, though. Thank you, truly."

He nodded, another smile gracing his elegant features, and walked out into the cold night air.

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versadies · 2 years

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Congratulations on 7k your works are amazing and you deserve very single follower you get!❤️ In regards to the event dainsleif+windrise+prompts 1 and 10+morning & night+sunny pretty please with a lavender melon on top🫶🏾

my knight, my light (w/ gn!reader)

AIRLINE… my knight, my light (pt two of lovely man, kindly man)

STEWARD… dainsleif (w/ gn!reader)

LOCATION... windrise (secret relationship!au), 1-10 ST. “i don’t deserve you.” + "say it again." ; "...i love you", on a sunny weather in the morning till night (drabble, fluff/angst)

PLANE… fluff/angst/comfort (with happy ending), major character death (reader), reincarnation au, secret relationship au, mentions of coughing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of dainsleif being sort of insecure, ooc!dainsleif (?)

PASSENGERS… @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @kazu-topia @chiruru @aqualesha @renamichii @mrkamisato @shenhesl0ver @serami00 @serenareiss @hiqhkey @emperatris-rinaka @bystander36 @irisxiel @ladycoleigh @034ven @dear-dairiess @owozi8 @hadesaedes @chiro-chiro-kun @hersscherofyatta @mariusvonhangme @yuzuricebun @nejibot @hoshikistarlette @solaaresque @crowbird @lordbugs @flowersforayato @headintheclouddd @estelwrld @giyusimpsassemble @irethepotatosblog @moonlightaangel @alice0blog @shotosbrainrot @sniffoat @chihawari @mxsomn @kuni-kuzushii @jiminscarmex @mitsukii14 @nejibot @ylimeprive @sachispet @loreleis-world @sn-owo @starforecasts @someonetookmynamelmao @ceylestia @lychme @ymikkos @reallysporadicarcade @melodyyamino @dudufodd

LANDING… in which he thinks you deserve better than him and still believes it after years have passed.

LUGGAGE… 1.7k words

PILOT… you can consider this connected to one of my works "lovely man, kindly man" as its prequel ! but you don’t have to read the first one to understand this fic :DD

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Sometimes, Dainsleif can’t help but let his inner thoughts get the best of him.

He didn’t think he’d fall in love with someone, let alone the successor to Khaneri’ah’s throne, yet here he is, standing by your side as you chat with him in the royal ballroom with a smile on both of your faces.

You knew it was wrong to be with the knight captain of the Royal Guard, but you still chose to be with him. The only condition you two had to take is to keep your relationship a secret, so you had to only be open to your affection inside your chambers or somewhere else where nobody can catch you two.

It’s a condition you’re both willing to take as long as you’re together. Though, this condition didn’t stop you two from sharing lingering glances towards one another whenever you’re in public (not that people noticed, of course), nor did it stop you from brushing each other’s hands whenever you can.

It’s clear enough for Dainsleif that you love him as much as he loves you. You’ve always been so dedicated and kind, you’re basically the sun that shines brighter than any star while he is the moon that follows you forevermore. No matter what, he’d always choose and stay by your side.

He knows you love him, yet a pang in his chest says otherwise when he sees a man greeting you during the ball. He does not know his name, but he knows he is one important person seeing how his attire is what a noble would wear in Khaneri’ah.

Of course, it’s normal for you to be greeted by many men and women alike in celebrations given that it’s courtesy for nobles to greet their rulers and future rulers on such occasions, so he didn’t mind it.

So why does he feel bothered?

Was it the way he sees your parents looking at you and the man in approval as though they wouldn’t mind if that man is your suitor? Was it the way you were surprised by something he said that the knight captain didn’t manage to hear?

Or.. Was it simply the way he agreed with some nobles who were whispering to each other about how you’d make a lovely couple with that man?

Whatever the reason is, it made him think about some things. How would everyone feel if they happen to find out about your relationship…? Would your parents approve of him? Would everyone not mind about it?

How strange… Just what is this feeling that’s bothering him so deeply?

For the rest of the night, Dainsleif ponders on his feelings, conflicted of what happens to you two if people find out.

By the time you realize there’s something that’s bothering your lover, it is when you two are finally in your chambers after the celebration, sitting on your sofa together with your head leaning against his shoulder, your outfit is changed from your formal attire to the one that’s for sleeping.

When you were done conversing about the ball, you decided to ask him what’s on his mind.

“What’s bothering you, Dain?” You ask in a soft tone, your fingers intertwined with his that’s covered in his glove.

He stayed quiet for a moment, “it’s nothing, just exhausted from the ball.”

You chuckled. “You know that’s not going to fool me.” You then lift your head up and look at him, “you could always tell me when you want to. Now, what’s wrong?”

He lets out a defeated sigh before turning to look at you as well. “You know me well.” He takes a few seconds of silence before answering your question, “You deserve better than me.”

Your small smile drops from hearing those words coming out from the man you love, turning to his direction. “...Pardon?”

He looks away from your stare. “I saw you and a noble together and noticed how everyone was talking about you two. It brought me to think about what could’ve happened if everyone finds out about our relationship.” He explains. “Would they have approved? Would they talk about us like how they talked about you and that man–?”

“Dain… I do deserve you, I’m grateful to have someone like you in my life and be here for me. I don’t care about what everyone would think when they find out.” You reassured him, your other hand touching his hand that’s entangled with yours as a way to comfort him. “Who cares if they don’t approve of it? Surely it won’t stop you and I from being together – they can get used to it, right?”

“Of course it won’t,” He says, now looking at you, “but depending on their reactions, it will affect your reputation and your path to take the throne – especially if your parents will disapprove us.”

“Then so be it. As long as you’re still here, then what more can I ask?” You respond.

He shakes his head. “( Name ), please…”

“I know, I know…” You slowly lift one of your hands up to cup his cheek. “It worries me too, sometimes. But I know that we’ll get through it together when that time comes. I’m sure I can do something should my parents disapprove.”

“Always such an optimist.” Dainsleif comments with a sigh, knowing that you won’t give up so easily. Although he still believes you truly do deserve better, he knows you won’t change anything with what you have with him.

Perhaps.. That alone is enough for him to try and worry about the future next time.

“Let’s continue relaxing, I’m terribly exhausted from chatting all those boring nobles earlier.” You said with a yawn, leaning your head on his shoulder once again.

He lays his head on top of yours. “Anything for you, your highness.”

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As he stands by the field of dandelions, he wonders what could’ve been if he knew there was no future for the both of you to worry about.

“I was right,” He spoke softly, watching the dandelions move with the winds, “you deserve better than me.” You deserve a better lover that everyone would approve of, you deserve a better man to be with, and you deserve a better knight who would have protected you better than him when Khaneri’ah was attacked and fell to ruins.

“You have to go, Dain.” You coughed out as you held onto his hand weakly. “Please… Live for me.”

“I love you, ( Name ).” He whispers in defeat, leaning his forehead against yours as you two try to ignore the chaos that surrounded you both.

You close your eyes, a small smile forms on your face. “Say it again.”

“I love you… I love you so so much.” He chants those words like a prayer, as though saying it again and again would heal the major injuries that’s on you.

It didn't.

He closes his eyes when he feels a wind fly past him. He imagines it was you who did it as a way to try and comfort him, to try and let him know you’re here even when you’re gone.

It’s been so many years, yet he will never forget the love that comforts him, the voice that soothes him, the optimism that gives him hope, and everything else that’s yours.

If you were still here, then perhaps living as a cursed immortal wouldn’t be so bad.

If you were still here, you would’ve loved the dandelions that he sees right now.

Soon, when time is right and when life is merciful enough, he’d be able to finally meet you again someday in whatever afterlife is. He’d be able to see your face, hear your voice, feel your warmth, and bask in your love.

For now, he must go further on his journey.

Mondstadt isn’t far from where he is, and visiting Angel’s Share doesn’t sound so bad. So he decides that’ll be the first place he’ll go to by the time he arrives in the city of freedom.

As he enters the tavern, he immediately orders the tavern’s strongest drink and goes towards the only table that’s not occupied. Just as he was about to sit down, he felt like his heart stopped when he heard something he never thought he’d hear for years.

That laugh…

Dainsleif’s eyes quickly inspects the whole room, desperately hoping that it is what he’s thinking–

His breath hitches when he sees a familiar face talking to the bartender of the tavern.

Across the room stands the person he never thought he’d see this soon, the person who he’s willing to sacrifice his life for, the person who he failed to save when everything is in chaos–

His lover, his light, you.

It clearly isn’t you – he’s well aware of that fact alone after witnessing your tragic death in his own eyes during the cataclysm – but he knows long enough what this is.

So people were right when they said reincarnation exists.

He tries not to look as if he’s watching you, trying to act normal when in reality his heart is beating so fast at the sight of you. It reminded him of the old days when he admired you from afar before finding out his love is requited.

He can’t help but feel relieved seeing how happy you looked. At least life is kind to you and gives you a life where you’re safe and happy.

It’s best that he does not interfere in your life, knowing you’re better off without Dainsleif, knowing that you’re okay and well is enough for the knight captain to live on with his journey,

And knowing that you deserve this better than the life you had with him before.

Just as he’s about to mind his own business, he hears someone clearing their throat, causing him to look at the person in front of him in confusion.

“Mind if I sit here, kind sir?” You ask with a polite smile. You look different wearing a Mondstadt outfit, but that doesn't mean you look horrible in it. In his eyes, you always look breathtaking.

He hesitated for a moment, looking around his surroundings, only to realize that they’re all occupied.

“...I don’t mind.” He spoke up, gesturing you to sit down on the seat across from him.

Perhaps it won’t hurt to at least talk to your reincarnation before he leaves… Just for tonight.

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