Featuring the one and only, Duke of Meropide and hearts, Wriothesley
(Part 1 ft Diluc ; Part 2 ft Kazuha) All the works can be enjoyed separately they simply share a common theme of reader being sick/injured and needing extra love
An exhausted and sick reader tries to ignore signs of their sickness to help a very busy Wrio but instead ends up injuring themselves and worsening their ailment. How does Wrio react to this change of to-do list and how does he take care of you? (Hint: this is very indulgent, as always)
Tags: reader x Wriothesley, hurt/comfort, sickfic!, fluff, comfort.
Warnings: mentions of blood
A rivulet of sweat flowed down your neck. The July sun was beating down outside. Making breakfast had never felt more tedious. Work seemed to pile up no matter how hard you tried to work through them. Research papers and books were messily strewn about your desk and every other table-esque surface. It did not help that your beloved duke, Wriothesley has been just as busy. You barely saw each other lately and neither of you were at fault. You knew he had an important meeting today and needed to prepare some documents before heading out for the fortress so you offered to make breakfast despite the little headache you had been nursing since the alarm woke you up so rudely from his embrace. A small act of love, he had smiled at you so softly and nodded in gratitude. However, that was before the little headache had developed into a an incessant, pounding pain at your temple.
Now the heat of the cooking stove felt unbearable. You threw open the windows in hopes of getting some respite. But the soft wind outside only kissed your sweat soaked skin and made you shiver. Yet you were determined to not ruin Wriothesley's important meeting with mentions of your creeping sickness. So you grabbed the tomatoes you washed and started slicing them for the sandwich you were preparing.
The tomato was so red, bright and burning red. The red seemed to grow blurry at the edges. Was the red swirled with...yellow? How curious...Why was it so blurry? You blinked to adjust your vision. Little black specs started to fill up your vision now and you swayed.
A burning sensation snapped you back to your senses. You cut your finger! You gasped in surprise at the sudden sensation. You rushed to hold your bleeding finger under the cold water. It was bleeding profusely. Why won't it clot already? You watched as crimson flowed and it flowed and flowed. This was...nice. So fascinating to watch. The black specs were there again. The sounds around you were dimming, the colours were bleeding into each other. The water was so red...You dimly registered the world tilting. Then all was dark.
Wriothesely looked up from his papers to the sound of a thud and clatter of utensils from the kitchen. What was that? He got up and walked to the kitchen.
"y/n?" he called.
There was no response from you as he walked over. He froze as he entered the kitchen at the sight in front of him. He saw your unconscious form crumpled on the floor, bleeding. Not just from the cut on your finger but from hitting your head upon falling. He rushed to your side and called your name, this time frantically.
"y/n??" his voice was nearing a frenzy despite his attempts to be calm.
You did not respond. His eyes frantically darted over you trying to understand what happened as you laid limp in his arms. He snatched the nearest kitchen cloth and pressed it against your bleeding finger, it turned crimson in moments. As a skilled and strong sword wielder, it was not too surprising that in your daze you forgot to check the pressure of your knife and it slipped and cut into your finger. He realized you were also burning up a fever. He understood that you passed out from the temperature.
He gathered you up in his arms with the gentleness of handling an injured fawn and carried you to your shared bedroom. You head lolled backwards. If you were not out cold, you would hear his heart hammering in his chest. Your breaths were shallow, your skin pale from the blood loss. Wriothesely realized with horror the cut on your finger was deep enough to need stitches. He administered first aid on the scrape on your head before he commenced on stitching your finger with surgical precision. He was skilled at this from years of experience dealing with his own wounds. 2 stitches were all it needed and thanks to the fully stocked medicine kit at your apartment he was able to make quick work of the wound. Wrio appeared to calmly be doing the necessary tasks but there was a storm raging within him. How could he have noticed you were not doing well? Could all of this have been avoided if he was just more attentive? You were always taking care of him but was he doing enough for you?
He was pulled out from his spiral at the sound of your voice. A weak utterance really.
Your brows knit together from pain, "Wrio..." you managed to mutter through the thick haze of darkness before trailing off into oblivion again
Wriothesley looked at you anxiously with bated breath to hear what you had to say, if you needed something. But no sentence followed, you sunk back into your pillow. He sighed and appeared to visibly deflate.
He finished neatly bandaging your wound and went to quickly pen down a letter to the party he was supposed to have a meeting with briefly explaining that he had to postpone their engagement for the day and referred them to a trusted attendant at the fortress in the meantime. He asked a Maison Gardiennage gardemek to deliver the letter to the intended recipient. He took a deep breath to ground himself and headed to the kitchen to finish making the breakfast you started making. He couldn't help the small smile that made its way to his face when he saw the little heart you had drawn on the carefully folded cheese omelette you intended for him to have with the sandwich. He prepared a steaming cup of herbal tea with medicinal herbs to help your fever. Wrio had a tea for nearly every ailment. He added special spices imported from Sumeru to the mix to heighten it's healing effects. Keeping himself occupied was the only thing preventing him from spiraling again.
After he was satisfied with the brew he placed it on the tray with some fresh fruits and headed towards your shared bedroom. He gently placed the tray on your bedside table and softly called your name. Your temperature was still high but you stirred at the sound of his voice this time.
The room was slowly coming into focus as you slowly blinked your eyes open. You looked towards your left to the sound of your name being called. Despite the fever and the ringing in your ears his voice filled your senses with a honeyed sweetness. You smiled weakly at him as his visage filled your vision.
"WrioâŚhi Wrio" you mumbled as way of greeting.
He leaned forward and brushed your hair aside.
"Hi baby" he greeted softly as he helped you take your medicine. You could not sit up, your head was too heavy. You somehow managed to down the cup of medicinal tea with Wriothesley's support. Your head was spinning. Wriothesley's arms around you was your soul anchor. Once you finished taking all the medicines he had prepared he let you sink back into your fluffy pillow again. You sighed.
"I am so sorry..."
Wriothesley was putting away the empty cup and bowls. He paused in confusion at your feebly spoken words. Before he could say anything he saw tears welling up in your eyes. You turned to hide your face as soft sobs wrecked your body. Wrio kept the cups aside and was at your side in an instant. He gathered you in his arms as you cried
"I...I am...sorry--I ruined your meeting" you continued between sobs "I-I am sorry--I didn't mean to"
"I just wanted to help-" you were cut off before you could finish that sentence
"Hey, hey, look at me baby" He cupped your face in his hands forcing you to look at his face.
"You did not ruin anything, okay?" he leaned forward, closer to your face. His stormy eyes were clouded with worry, his dark onyx hair looked as soft as ever.
"Nothing is more important than you to me. Got it?" he said earnestly. Your treacherous heart skipped a beat.
You just looked at him with tear streaked face, sniffing. The apples of your cheeks and the tip of your nose were brushed with red from the crying. Your wet lashes framed your glossy wet eyes. Wriothesley could not help but feel his knees buckle at the sight.
"I love you y/n" he kissed your forehead as he murmured "Please do not ever think anything or anyone else comes before you"
You hummed a soft "I love you" as you snuggled closer to him. But your eyes were droopy again with sleep. He felt you grow heavy in his arms. He tucked you in as you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
"Thank you my love" you managed to mumble feebly before drifting off. The fever was gradually breaking.
Wriothesley just smiled "No need to thank me honey"
He kissed the tip of your nose affectionately "Just get well soon, love"
Thank you so much for reading! I love writing and reading hurt/comfort so this series is my pride and joy. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! I would love to hear if you have any requests! Happy reading đ¸
Some people have been liking my Get Well Soon series fics recently while I have been inactive. That makes me very happy because hurt/comfort is my favourite trope!! If you know me, you know how much I love sick fics ^-^
So I am writing a new one with our beloved Duke, Wrio!! Get Well Soon, Love version 3 coming soon ^o^
Part 1 - Diluc
Part 2- Kazuha
Here are the other two pieces for you to enjoy in the meantime đŤ§
iâm such a fever lover bro. like yes youâre delirious. yes youâre sweaty but youâre shivering. yeah youâre cuddling up to whoever, yeah youâre pathetic.
Boy oh boy have I been away for a long while. I finished my undergrads though so thatâs something! Thanks to the lovely people who have been liking my old fics I am getting inspiration to write something again maybe! I would love to write hurt/comfort fics with Flins or Wrio. I am open to ideas! In the meantime enjoy this pic I took of Columbina today đ
(part 1 featuring Diluc) *both can be read separately they just share the time of sickness/stress comfort*
Where academic stress and adverse weather exposure makes you sick. Really sick and delirious. You somehow find your way to Kazuhaâs house. And our sweet anemo boy promises to take care of you. (^ - ^â)
Tags: reader x Kazuha, hurt/comfort, sickfic!, fluff, comfort.
âUgh this is getting nowhereâ you groaned to yourself and put your head down on the table with an exasperated sigh. You had been working on this paper all day and it seemed to be nowhere near over! You have to send this to the academia within the next two weeks. And that was all the way in Sumeru! It was almost 7 pm now. Your head was swimming as if insisting you to finally take a break. Did you have a fever? Or was it just hunger? After all you have been surviving on one cup boba tea. Maybe you can grab something to eat too? You decided to go take a walk outside to clear your head first. So that you could focus better.
The sky was overcast with clouds and the wind was strong. But your brain was so scrambled you paid it no mind as you strolled past the perimeters of Inazuma city. You were pulled out of your train of thoughts by the splatter of a big water droplet on the tip of your nose.
âOh Come on!â Your cursed under your breath looking up at the overcast sky. The rain was picking up quickly. You ran to take shelter under a tree. You were far from the city at this point and it was already almost nightfall. The wind picked up speed as the rain continued pouring in torrents. This was not looking good. Your wet clothes were clinging to you. You decided to head towards the nearest village.
Getting drenched in the rain was better than staying out in the middle of nowhere. Especially with those pesky ronins running around everywhere. You wrapped your arms around yourself hoping to preserve your body heat, but it was of no use. You were shaking like a leaf in the storm. Your teeth chattered together painfully, you tried to maintain your composure but it was impossible. You could see the twinkling lights of Konda village in the distance. But your fatigue from the sleep deprivation and being out so long in such adverse weather conditions made it really hard for you to continue. You forced yourself to keep putting one step infront of the other and continuing despite the wind whipping at your face. The only thing illuminating your path was the occasional thunder. You somehow made it past the village gates and stumbled towards the nearest house. You knew Kazuha had rented a place there temporarily. You knocked on the door weakly.
Moments later Kaedehara Kazuha answered the door. He was shocked to see you there at this hour but your condition alarmed him more.
âY/n?? Oh my God you are drenched!!â
You reached out to hug him and he instantly had you in his arms. His warm scent of ocean and pine enveloped you. And your knees gave out.
Kazuha wasted no time. He could feel your knees buckle and strength give out. Not unconscious but delirious with high fever. He brought you in carefully and laid you down on his futon, wet clothes and all. He could see you were slipping in and out of consciousness with the way your eyes rolled. You were shivering. This was bad, very bad. He pulled his hair back in a sleek motion and knotted it on top of his head. He brought in a shirt from his closet and kneeled down beside you to change you out of your dripping wet clothes. If you were awake you would giggle at the way he was looking away trying to take off your clothes as modestly as he could. Ever the gentleman.
Your skin was burning up. Kazuha had no time to loose, he felt an almost mechanical efficiency overtake him as he tried his best to tend to you. He nestled you in all the blankets he had. He had no idea how cute he was, fussing over you like that.
âI am in love with youâ you slurred out without even thinking what you were saying. Your fevered brain was too foggy to think.
Kazuha froze. His hands going absolutely still. He felt his face match your fevered temperature as a blush crept up his neck. He felt like his stomach was doing summersaults. He slowly turns to look at you to confirm if what he heard was indeed true.
But your eyes had already fluttered shut. The sleep taking you over finally that your temperature was going down. He softly called out your name. You didnât even stir.
Kazuha sighed to himself and chucked softly trying to calm his nerves. He had always longed to hear you say those words. But he certainly didnât expect it to be like this. Guess he will just have to wait till tomorrow morning. He was content with that.
âI have always loved youâ Kazuha whispered under his breath as he quietly changed the wet cloth on your forehead and replaced it with a soft kiss.
(P.S. Kazuha stayed up all night keeping a watch on you and writing poems with words befitting enough of your admiration)
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hi! Diluc reacting to accidentally hurting s/o while training w/ them? He feels rlly guilty and promises to help u get better because he thinks itâs his fault.
thanks you!
A/N: Ooooohhhh hello there! I really like this prompt! Thank you for the ask! This is my first time doing a request and I am so excited! Letâs see what we can cook up 𧪠welcome to my blog and I hope you have a pleasant stay! đ¤đ
Warnings: mentions of blood, like a LOT of it, mentions of injury.
Character: Diluc
Kiss it Better
The hours right after Dawn are your favourite. The air is filled with chirps of birds and the cool Mondstadt breeze brings a certain sense of peace with it. This is also the time you get to train with your beloved partner, the roguishly handsome wine tycoon of Mondstadt, Diluc. The flaming red of his hair matches the early morning sun. You have never felt more alive, as you do now, training against him in a clearing just outside Dawn winery.
He is strong and his movements are steady, his high ponytail doesnât seem to have a single strand out of place, even though he is drenched in sweat. Your agility never seems to stop amusing him. You could feel droplets of sweat trickling down your back. But oh it feels so good. Neither of you are quitters, the playful competition is infact the best part of it all! You swipe your sword at him and he swoops past effortlessly. His movements are like that of a mountain lion. But you are no less admirable yourself. You dodge his attacks and parry his sword with just as much grace. Itâs like you two are locked in a dance . Each matching the otherâs movements flawlessly.
Oh but the sun is starting to feel hotter today. As expected in the middle of July. You both had been going at it for a while now. Your breaths were paced out with little pants in between now, but neither of you wanted to give up. Did the sun seem brighter? Was the heat getting higher? Or was it all in your head? You really should have had a better breakfast this morning. Why did your sword suddenly feel heavier? Your ears were buzzing. You tried to shake off the feeling with a quick shake of your head. But oh! You felt Dilucâs sword hit your side, the same moment he realized that you missed the dodge.
The blunt edge of the wooden sword crashed against your ribs sending you flying off your feet. Everything was happening so quickly. You felt your head knocking against something hard sending a sharp jab of pain through your body and then nothing.
Diluc couldnât believe his eyes, you missed! You didnât dodge! How is that possible?? You always dodge! He saw the exact moment your eyes started to look out of focus, but it was too late. His sword was in motion and he tried to soften the blow, but it was too late. And then he heard the sickening sound of the sword hitting your body. It was all playing out in agonizingly slow motion for him, yet he couldnât do anything, as the impact knocked you away. Then your head hit that rock and he felt his heart beating through his chest. He rushed to you instantly and found your blood already drenching the grey rock crimson. No no no this canât be happening. He used his handkerchief as a makeshift bandage to stop the bleeding. You were loosing so much blood. He swooped you up in his arms and rushed back to the winery.
âCharles!! Adelinde!!â Diluc called out as he neared them, they rushed to your aid. They had never seen their young master in such utter state of panic sinceâŚit didnât matter now. You needed immediate help! One of the maids instantly went to fetch a doctor. Adelinde had tended to multiple wounds of the Dark Night before, but this one, it needed stitches. Blood gushing from your bleeding temple had run all the way down your neck, and mixed with the sweat it was a terrifying image. Your breath seemed shallow and pained. One of the maids, brought a rag and a bucket of water to clean your wound, but Diluc simply thanked her for it and started cleaning your face and your neck with his own hands. Carefully he swiped the wet rag over your face and neck. He was not thinking, right now his priority was making sure you were okay. Barbara burst in through the door, and quickly ushered everyone out so she could begin working on you. Diluc too had to leave, although he was reluctant but he knew that it was necessary.
Once outside the room, it all started sinking in for him. He could still hear your sharp cry of pain as the sword connected with your side. He could just pray that he was able to soften his blow enough to not break a rib. He felt waves of guilt wash over him. It was all his fault, it was him. He never wanted to hurt you. He was so sure you would dodge like you always do, that he didnât think of holding back. Why didnât he realize earlier that you were not okay. He was internally cursing himself as he bent over clutching at his hair. Tears started streaming down his face. Tears of frustration at his own failures, tears of guilt, pain and of fear, the fear of losing you. He never wanted things to become this way. Yet here he was. Pathetic.
Barbara opened the door and Diluc shot up to his feet, jostled from his world of inner conflicts. She saw the worry in his eyes and her heart broke for him a little. She always thought of him as somewhat of an elder brother. She tried to calm his fears the best she could, she said that you were going to be okay. The bleeding had stopped and she put in about 6 stitches on your forehead. Your ribs were bruised but no signs of breakage, there was some internal bleeding, but she healed it to the best of her abilities. She showed one of the maids how to change the dressing of your bandage, the stitches will take a little while to heal.
âShe needs rest, plenty of it, not even light activities, her wound is pretty deep, thankfully it was not the back of her headâ Barbara said. After prescribing some medicines she offered whatever words of comfort she could and took her leave. She could see it in Dilucâs eyes that no words of comfort would sooth him right now, unless they were from your lips.
Diluc gently opened the door to your shared bedroom, and found you laying there still on the bed. The gentle rise and fall of your chest the only indication of your beating heart. The maids had changed you into a one of your soft white cotton night dresses. Barbara gave you some painkillers to help. The dosage was strong enough to lull you into a gentle sleep. Diluc vowed to take it upon himself to tend to you, to repent for his sins.
You woke up the next morning to the sound of pleasant bird chirps, a gentle breeze wafted in through the open window as if softly caressing you with its healing touch. Your peaked from underneath your lashes at the soft morning light washing the room in its pure light. You felt a weight on your hands, and looked to discover Diluc asleep on the bedside clutching your hand. Your head throbbed a little at the movement and your groaned at the sudden pain. This woke Diluc up. He was surprised to see you awake. You tried to sit up, Diluc was instantly there by your side, helping you, he put a pillow against the exquisitely carved headboard to ease your discomfort and propped you against it gently. He silently offered you a glass of water from the bedside which you didnât realize you needed till you drank it, the delicious cooling effect of the water felt healing to you. You sighed happily with your eyes closed as he carefully took the glass from your hands and placed it back down. You opened your eyes and cracked a sleepy smile at him, âgood morning handsomeâ. Diluc had not said a word till now, you realized why as he instantly broke down after seeing you smile. He kneeled by the bed with his arms around your waist, with his head down. You could feel his body shake with the tears spilling down his pretty face.
âI am sorry I am sorry I never meant to hurt you I love you so much I am sorryâ he kept saying as he poured his heart out to you, he revealed all those thoughts that had been tormenting him, all the painful what-ifs that had been holding him hostage, he confided all of that to you.
You let him say it all, as you quietly ran your hands through his hair, offering him comfort. When he finished, you took cupped face in your hands and made him look up to you in your eyes. And you said intently, meaning it with all your heart, âit was not your fault loveâ you could see the tears brimming in his eyes as you continued. â I am okay am I not? You controlled your movements the best you could, I know it, if you had not slowed yourself in time, archon knows I wouldnât get away without a single broken rib, I faltered because of my own fault, but you saved meâ you sighed, âto be honest, I should have told you that I wasnât feeling well, I know you would have understood and taken care of me, just like you did now, but my silly pride got in the way, I didnât want to give upâŚif anything I am sorrââ- you couldnât finish the sentence as Diluc captured your lips in a kiss. You leaned back, tugging at his collar, and he joined you in bed with you. Saying all the things he left unsaid with his kiss, it was not a hot kiss of burning desire, but a gentle kiss of affection, care and love. He cared for you deeply and he promised to never let you go.
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someone spent a lil money to show everyone their beautiful cat and you can't spend 1 post outside your curated timeline to just ignore it or wish her happy birthday. you are being sold nothing. you are being shown a daisy out of concrete and getting mad. do you spit at the sun when it sets for interrupting the day
Warnings: mentions of alcoholism, slightly suggestive actions? I am not sure if it really counts?
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Diluc Ragnvindr, such a beautiful name. It flows off your tongue so effortlessly. You find yourself daydreaming about him ever so often. Thinking about him gives you butterflies all the time. You visit the tavern almost every other night after your shift at the Favonius Headquarters in hopes of catching a glimpse of the handsome owner. Although you usually just stick to drinking juice.
Today, however was different, you found yourself in company of Mondstadtâs beloved bard, Venti. He was fun to have around . Diluc wasnât there yet, Charles was managing the counter, but you decided to stay because of the bardâs refreshing company. And before you knew it you had downed two glasses of dandelion wine. You were laughing away with Venti as if you two had been friends since forever. While sipping on your third glass of wine you ended up spilling all your secrets to him and being the ever-curious-about-other-peopleâs-business bard he is, he was delighted to hear about your romantic interest towards Diluc. He nudged you to tell you more and more you said. By the fourth glass you were a giggling mess.
âOh and his eyesâŚdid I tell you about his eyes?â
âAh hehe yes y/n you did *hiccup* they are like flamingâŚ.cheetos?â
âNo!! Like two flaming sunbirds! Or-or phoenix!â
âEh-heh my bad, although eyes of cheetos are admirable tooâ ( ^Ď^ )
Only a few patrons were left by this time, and those who were there were far too drunk to care about you babbling with Venti about your crush. Venti indulged you, he was having so much fun, especially considering the fact that he noticed something that skipped your attention in your drunken state. Diluc was there. He had walked in around the time when you were on your third glass of wine gushing about how you thought he was so cool and hardworking. As the night went on and you kept talking,his ears turned more and more red. Although he might pretend as if he was not bothered and simply doing his job, Venti could tell he was truly flustered. And his ears matched his hair now.
Diluc had actually come to the Tavern, wishing to see you, under the pretence of helping Charles close up. It had become a little routine of his, he tried to come help at the tavern as often as possible, in hopes of being acquainted with you. He has seen you helping people around the city many a times before. Before joining the knights of Favonius you used to help out at the adventurerâs Guild too, and Diluc knows that. He admires you for your kind soul and dedication to help others. You once fought an entire group of Hilichurls alone to save someoneâs lost kittens from becoming their next meal. Armed with just a barely sturdy rod and a very recently earned vision which you werenât even familiar with using yet. Diluc has seen you multiple times around Windrise with a book and a box of berries. On your day offs you would often go there with your satchel and read books or paint, the wind in Mondstadt has always been your friend, you are never alone, the wind always goes with you. Diluc too, has admired you for a while now.
So imagine his utter surprise when he heard you talk about how you adore him! What?? (OvO) no one told him??? The feeling was MUTUAL??
Venti couldnât take this anymore this was too cute. Funny as it already was to watch the fearless Darknight hero be so bashful, it wasnât enough. He wanted to take it up a few notches. So he did.
âY/n look! Diluc! You should go and tell him how you feel else he will go away and he will never know how his eyes are like flaming cheetos!â
âSunbirds!! And yesâŚyou are right.. oh no-oh no he needs to know someone needs to tell him..I will tell himâ
Diluc looked like a deer caught in the headlight. He didnât know what to do as you got up, flipped your hair over your shoulders and walked towards him. Well the walk did not look as well composed as you thought it did considering the fact that you could barely walk straight. But my God you looked hot. Diluc could only watch with wide eyes as you made your way to the counter. Looked straight into his eyes and reached up and grabbed him by his collar. You tugged him forward by the collar and with your faces merely inches apart you said
âDiluc Ragvindr, you are beautiful. Your eyesâŚâ you stumbled. There was heat blooming across your chest and the world wouldnât hold still. It kept spinning, ââŚyou eyes..areâare likeâŚâ
Thatâs when it happened. Diluc couldnât stand this any longer. You looked so kissable at the moment. Your cheeks slightly flushed from all the alcohol, your eyes staring into his, as if searching for something, his heart was about to beat out of his chest. He had to do it, so he did. He cupped the side of your face with one hand and kissed you. At first you were surprised then you returned the kiss with equal fervour. You leaned into his touch and the hand that was on his collar made itâs way to the back of his neck while you put your other hand on his chest. Diluc leaned forward across the counter and wrapped his free arm around your waist pulling your torso closer. Venti and Charles who were the only remaining people at the tavern by this point, took this as their cue to leave and hurriedly departed. When the two of you finally pulled back for air you two were left gasping and panting yet wanting more. Diluc made his way across the counter towards the side you were on, looked you in the eyes, grabbed your waist with both hands and in one Swift strong motion of his arms lifted you on the bar counter. You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closed with your hands grabbing his shirt again andâ-and then you passed out and almost fell off the counter. Thanks to Master Dilucâs quick reflex, he caught you. He quietly chuckled to himself and shook his head. He couldnât quite believe what just transpired between the two of you. Well thankfully he did have a personal room upstairs in the tavern for days he couldnât make it back to Dawn Winery. So he scooped you up in his arms and lovingly bridal carried you to the room upstairs and gently laid you down.
He is a gentle man so he wonât share the bed with you obviouslyâŚor well he wasnât going toâŚuntil you tugged on his hand and drowsily asked him to stay with you. When you wake up the next day you are probably going to be embarrassed but for now, who cares? Itâs just you and him, him and you. For tonight, there is nothing but the giddiness of new love.
TW!! INSECURITY, FEELINGS OF DEPRESSION AND NOT BEING GOOD ENOUGH, ENDED RELATIONSHIPS (NOT WITH DILUC), SUCIDAL THOUGHTS, GETTING DRUNK
diluc x reader hurt/comfort
F/n- Friend's name
a/n- sorry for the amount of self indulgent fics, i don't feel comfy talking ab it with most of my irls because i dont want to worry them or push them away- im writing this because a (now ex) friend of mine just cut me off to focus more on their partner and because i was more of a deadweight (hence the fic name) than a friend
sorry for the dump ty if you actually read it LMAO
You were walking back towards Mondstat. Another lonely day, doing commissions and helping other people with their problems. All you could even feel nowadays was jealousy and hair-ripping stress.
The sun was setting, the colors of the sky mixing together to form a light purple. It was truly gorgeous. You stood on the bridge to Mondstat looking at the sky with a sullen expression, not like your normally happy one. You found thoughts flitting through your mind- thoughts you weren't supposed to be thinking:
"What color sunset would I make?"
You shook your head to rid yourself of the thought. You had been having these suicidal urges and tendencies for a while- just no one had exactly picked up on them.
You took a deep breath and walked through the gates of the city of freedom. It didn't feel like freedom to you, though. It felt like endless lonesomeness and work.
"Oh, F/n! Hey!" you called. You hadn't seen them in a while since they had started to recover from their own mental illness. You heard that recently they had a new partner!
"Y/n, hey."
"How have you been?" you asked, smiling at them.
"Good. I've been meaning to come talk to you actually- I think it's best if we go our separate ways- you know, you're a bit of a downer sometimes, no offense."
You felt your heart shatter- again, it happened again. A deadweight.
"Right. That's okay, if I'm not needed anymore then by all means, we should go our separate ways." you smiled again, trying to show that there was no harm done.
"Thank you for understanding. You're a good friend, and I'm thankful that you helped me recover."
"Yeah, anytime!"
You both waved and you hurriedly walked towards Angel's Share. You needed a drink. You and your boyfriend, Diluc, had been strained for a bit- only because you were both never home. Both of you were busy, and you weren't really a drinker. You didn't know he was supposed to be bartending tonight.
You took a seat at the bar and ordered a death after noon. One turned into two- and you nursed the second drink for about an hour before finishing it.
You were certainly an unusual patron at the tavern- and seeing you holding a particularly strong drink, sitting in silence and staring at the table was definitely not what Diluc expected to see when he came to help out Charles that night.
You laid your head down on the bar and just held your drink, not wanting to look at or talk to anyone. It was easier to look drunk than to explain why you were there.
But what you didn't expect was that the death after noon took a bit to kick in- you WERE drunk- and you knew you had to get out of that tavern.
Diluc knew you hadn't noticed him. His heart dropped when he had first seen you in the tavern and he was still worried about you as you shoved yourself up from the position you were in and left a tip on your tab. He looked at it out of curiosity and- 3 DEATH AFTER NOONS???
"Charles-"
"Go, you don't have to explain, just go"
"Thank you."
He tore off his apron and threw it behind the bar. He came up behind you and scooped you up bridal style with ease. You made a tiny struggle but he held you tighter.
"It's Diluc. Calm down."
He felt you relax in his arms and he began the trek to the dawn winery.
"Hey Diluc." you slurred out
"Hm?"
"Why do you have me?"
"You're drunk."
"No. Why are you with me?"
"I'm sorry?"
"I weigh you down. Both of us are depressed, but I slow down your recovery. Helping me isn't an easy task and I don't need anyone else leaving because I made them. So if you want to leave just put me down and let me find my own way home. Go live your life without a deadweight pulling you down all the time."
Good god- the alcohol had really loosened your tongue
"Excuse me? Oh Barbatos- darling, I love you. Nothing is going to change that. I love every part of you, mental, physical, personality, you're YOU and I wouldn't change that. You've helped me in my recovery process. You found me at my worst and lifted me up. Why wouldn't I do the same for you? I will never let you go unless it is something that you truly want- and this? This is coming from a different problem. I don't know how long exactly this has been brewing in your pretty little head, but whatever has happened will pass, and whatever will happen, we will be together. I promise."
He kissed your forehead, and looked down at you to admire you. You had wet, tearstained cheeks, your head was leaned against his chest, and you looked as perfect as ever.
"It's okay. I've got you." he whispered.
After arriving at the winery, he cleaned you up and slipped you into your pjs. He put you down in your shared bed. You were only partially awake and aware of what was happening, but you knew you felt something you hadn't felt in a while. A warm fuzzy feeling that welled up from your stomach. You found new tears slipping down your cheeks but you didn't know why.
After telling the maids to prepare a hangover remedy for you to drink in the morning, Diluc joined you in bed. He noticed your starstruck expression and tears, and used his thumb to wipe them away.
"I've got you now. You're alright. Just rest. We can talk about this in the morning, when you're coherent."
He pulled you into him, the smokey scent from his vision mixed with the vanilla shampoo he used filled your senses. His warmth enveloped you, and you felt your eyes begin to close as he combed his fingers through your hair.
A/n: This is a comfort sick fic because Iâm a sucker for hurt/comfort fics. Hope you enjoy it and remember to take care of yourselves! Thank you for reading (^-^)
Diluc x fem! Reader
Part 2 featuring Kazuha
Trigger warning: mentions of sickness, fever, headaches, fainting, Diluc helps you change your clothes but itâs completely non sexual.
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The day seemed unusually long today, exhaustion was slowing your work down even more. Just when you finished all your paperwork at the winery more seemed to materialize out of thin air. The steady headache youâve been nursing since the afternoon just kept getting worse, the words on the papers infront of you seemed to be swimming. The light hurt your eyes and you were all but moments away from breaking down. You sat there in the plush velvet chair of the study with your head clutched in your hands, pressing your palms into your eyes in hopes of decreasing the pounding headache.You didnât know how long you had been there like that when you were startled by A soft knock at the door.
You looked up to see Diluc standing in the doorway, âLove? Are you alright?â
The worry was evident in his voice. You all but sobbed to see him. You wanted nothing but to just be held by him. He made his way to you and kneeled down beside your chair with a concerned look on his face.
âLucâŚI donât feel goodâ you hated how vulnerable you sounded, but you couldnât help it.
Diluc was saying something but you couldnât hear it anymore, you saw his lips move but couldnât clearly understand any of the words over the ringing in your ears. Your vision was terribly blurry, you blinked a few times to help clear it, to no avail. The world was spinning, you could vaguely feel a hand on your shoulder, there were black spots all around. You could hear someone calling your name from far away. Then it was all black.
Diluc was calling your name to get you to respond, his panic rising with every moment. His heart stopped as he saw your eyes roll back and body slump forward on Him as you lost your consciousness all together.
Diluc didnât know what to do. You were burning up with fever, there were little beads of sweat along your brows. He picked you up in a swift motion, steadily cradling your body close to his chest even in his frantic state. He rushed you to your shared bedroom while he ordered one of his house helps to fetch a doctor immediately. You were delirious with high fever, you kept slipping in and out of consciousness. Your glassy eyes were out of focus whenever you opened them and your face would scrunch up as if you were in pain, which you indeed were in. Your entire body felt sore and your head hurt. Coherent thoughts were an effort.
The doctor said it was the flu made worse with the added stress and days of piled up exhaustion. Thankfully it wasnât very communicable. She prescribed some medicines for you and took her leave. Diluc remained seated beside your bed. The medicine the doctor gave you seemed to have relieved some of your headache,your expression seemed much more peaceful, but you were still running a high fever. Diluc dutifully wiped the beads of sweat off your brow and helped you change into a soft white cotton night gown that you often wore to bed. You were barely awake but he couldnât let you fall asleep yet, you needed to take the medicine, and for that you needed to get some food down in your system. He propped up some pillows against the headboard to help make you feel comfortable, atleast as comfortable as you could be in this state. You could barely keep you eyes open yet every time you closed them there was a burning sensation behind your eyelids. You felt so useless, Diluc had been busy all day and now that he was home he had to tend to you, you were causing him so much trouble.
Tears rolled down your cheeks, âI am sorryâ
Diluc was caught off guard by your sudden tearful words, he took your hand in his and asked, â why are you apologizing my love?â
âIâm sorry for being such a burden, I didnât mean to cause youâŚâ you hiccuped âmore troubleâ
Looking at you being like this made Dilucâs heart hurt, your cheeks were flushed from the fever, your eyes were glazed and tears were freely flowing down your face, your each soft sob resonated through him and it felt as if he was in physical pain. He reached forward and gently wiped the tears off your face with his thumb, while cupping your face with both hands. Your face looked so small and delicate, cupped in his big hands like that, he held you as if you were made of glass.
He then spoke in the softest voice, as if speaking any louder will break you â Love, never say that again okay? You are never a burden to me, never will be. I am taking care of you because I love youâ
he helped you to a glass of water to calm you down, and then continued, â I will always be here for you, you donât have to feel guilty about it, just let yourself rest and allow your body to heal, and let me take care of you, okay?â
You sniffled and nodded your head in answer, as one of the maids entered the room with a tray of soup. Diluc took the tray from her and thanked her. He placed the tray carefully on your lap and spooned up some of the soup with one hand while holding a napkin in the other hand to prevent any of the liquid from spilling on you. You obediently had the soup without any complains. How could you complain when your gorgeous boyfriend was ever so lovingly feeding you with his own hands. His flaming red hair was tied in a ponytail atop his head, his sleeves were rolled half way up, revealing his toned arms, he had taken off his coat, leaving just the black shirt that he wears under all those layers. The first two buttons of his shirt were undone and his gloves were off. The view was medicine itself.
By the time you finished the soup and downed the medicines, you were so tired you could barely stay awake. Diluc sensed your exhaustion catching up on you again and helped you get comfortably tucked in for the night.
âDo you need anything else love? More blankets? Water? Maybe someââ
He stopped talking when he felt you tug on his hand, âYouâ he heard you mumble, âpleaseâ
He understood what you meant, And who was he to deny you? Especially when you looked like that, you seemed so small in that big bed nestled amidst the pillows and blankets, peeking at him through tired half lidded eyes. He wanted nothing more to oblige. He quickly changed and climbed into bed with you, pulling you close, blanket and all. You let out a small satisfied sigh as you cuddled closer into his chest. You were out in a blink in the comfort of his arms.
He smiled a bit to himself admiring your peacefully resting face and pressed an affectionate kiss to your forehead as he whispered, âGet well soon loveâ
If you can and want to please consider supporting me on https://ko-fi.com/amethystcrystalfly đ¸ (itâs a cry for help at this point) But If you are also struggling like me I hope you find the support you need and I am grateful for your like and for your existenceđ You matter, donât forget that. I love you *puts a Sanrio bandage on your emotional suffering*
why don't we get to talk to diluc in today's event. seething with rage. pounds on doors of dawn winery. let him out NOW i need to see him or i will DIE
also, diluc and albedo are pen pals LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO
A/n: Full disclosure I do not think that people stick to their one particular love language, I think everyone uses all the 5 love languages, but people just have preferences about which one they like more, if that makes sense? Anyhoww here is a little something đ¤
Ft: Kazuha, Diluc, Childe, Albedo, Thoma
Warnings: none, just fluff
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Kazuha
Love language: Words of Affirmation, Quality time
Kazuha is the kind of person who understands the power words may hold, he is gentle and observant and thatâs why he always has the exact words you need to hear
If you are feeling insecure about something it wonât escape his watchful eyes, he is also very intuitive and can sense emotions, so good luck hiding your insecurities
He will tell you exactly how much he adores and admires you through beautifully crafted words and make you feel better in no time
His words are so genuine and filled with so much love that you can not help but feel loved
He believes any conflict can be resolved through conversation and my God he actually can resolve anything with his words, he is just so eloquent
Thatâs why even when you have arguments they donât last for too long, because Kazuha is the type of man who doesnât only know exactly how to get his point across sensibly but he also is a good listener, he listens to your concerns and apologizes sweetly if he is wrong, not the type to hold grudges
He loves travelling and seeing new things, but what does he love more than travelling? Travelling with you.
He loves having you by his side, being able to share his every thought with you and listening to your thoughts on that topic is just priceless to him
He will take every morsel of your conversation and hold onto those precious memories forever, how you looked at the moment,how you sounded, the way the wind played with your hair as you laughed, the way he can see the ocean sparkling in the reflection of your eyes, you are his muse.
He says he has left his past behind and has matured and it doesnât bother him anymore but on stormy nights aboard the Crux when the sound of the storm keeps him up, sometimes he can not help but reminisce his past, all that he has lost
He greatly appreciates it if you gently hold him on such nights and tell him how much you love him and are proud of him, let him know that itâs okay that the path he chose was right and how much you appreciate him for the person he is, he will really love it
After all, you are his only anchor when his world is troubled with storms
Diluc
Love language: Acts of service, gift giving
Well well look who we have here if it isnât our favourite vigilante hero, Master Diluc
Diluc is the type who isnât the most eloquent when it comes to expressing his admiration, he will silently admire and pine for you for forever before he decides to express how he truly feels
But how he truly feels couldnât be more obvious, you have a lot of extra commissions to take care of? No problem heâs got it he will help no the tavern is gonna be fine he will ask some of the help from the mansion to back up Charles. You have a letter you need immediately delivered? Heâs got it he will send for someone right away. You want a drink after a long day of commissions? One House special drink coming right up carefully made by yours truly
He is a shy lover boy who is so in love but just doesnât know how to say it, so he shows it in every way he can, hoping youâd catch on
He will always be there for you, if you need anything youâve got it right away.
Once you start dating be ready to be showered with gifts
Thatâs not to say that he will thoughtlessly buy things for you, the gifts are very well thought and carefully picked
Itâs not always the most lavish of gifts it is sometimes more like âhey when I went to Liyue I saw these glaze lilies and I thought you would like them so I bought a two pots filled with Liyue soil and planted two Glaze Lillies in them so that they would stay in bloom and I could show youâ he would try singing and talking to the two flower pots too on the way back because he had been told that doing so will make the Glaze lilies bloom better
As the dark night hero and the owner of A very big and flourishing business and Tavern, work can some times pile up too high, if you take a little bit time out of your own busy day to take care of a few documents for him, he will melt right there.
He knows how busy you are and the fact that you took out time to do something to ease his work means more than you could imagine
He is not into being presented with grand luxurious gifts, but he absolutely adores the little trinkets you bring back for him from your own travels, he will hold onto them forever, just like the vase Kaeya gifted him.
He is actually a very soft guy, beneath the facade of toughness is just a child who yearns for love and comfort of family, and ever since you have been together, that wish has been answered
Childe
Love language: physical intimacy, quality time
Now beware when I say âphysical intimacyâ I do not by anyway just mean sex exclusively
I mean the little things like holding hands, playing with his hair while he lays on your lap, giving him hugs after a long day of harbinger-ing, cuddling till you both fall asleep
Childe wants to fight every breathing thing he can find in his vicinity that is a well known fact, but as much as he loves testing his skills in combat, he also really loves being held gently and spoiled with love
He is basically a big puppy who thinks he is very ferocious, barking at every passing mail man but the moment you ask âwhere is my good boy?â He is lying at your feet on his back, wagging his tail, ready for belly rubs
Cuddle attacks and kiss attacks are a common thing in your household, tickle fights arenât uncommon either
Even kissing is sometimes a competition for this adorable blockhead, the one to pull back first looses
He is crazy about you and can not stop himself from having some or the other form of contact with you, he will always hold your hand in public
When he is anxious or pondering on something really hard, he has this habit of unconsciously bouncing his leg, when you gently place a hand on his leg to calm him he adores it
A lot of people may have the opinion that Childeâs love language will be gift giving, but I beg to differ, I think that is something he does just because he can, he has a lot of mora to spare and loves just buying stuff in general.
But remember he is the type of boy who prioritizes his family a lot and he always emphasizes on us visiting them and his home country with him.
He loves playing with his younger siblings if you enjoy spending time with his family too?? He is on cloud 9, donât be surprised if he shows up with a diamond ring within the next week.
He is a busy man and is always running about and travelling but whenever he is free he will arrange for the fanciest dinners and dates will even send you an outfit as a gift to wear on the day
He plans your dates out thoroughly he will take into account your likes and dislikes and makes sure that everything is perfect
Life of a Harbinger is filled with difficulties and hardships, he literally puts his life on the line every day for the Tsaritsa, he never knows what new challenges the next day might bring, even though he is determined to make his way back to you everytime, he doesnât wanna take his chances
He wants to spend every moment he has for himself in your company in case he might never feel your love again.
Albedo
Love language: words of affirmation, quality time
Albedo is a thoughtful guy, he harbours an appreciation for art and admires the little things around him a lot, he takes a great interest in details and has a keen eye for it too.
Like all artists of the world, our favourite painter boy also is a romantic at heart. He has a sketch book filled with portraits of you and sketches things you admire, he paints them not only because they remind him of you but to also better understand why you adore them so
He is very good with words, even though he is a man of science, he has high emotional intelligence. He is intrigued by the way human body reacts to different circumstances and how people react to different situations differently based on their personality traits
Man could have been a modern day psychologist if he wanted to because he is so well versed with human emotions
He enjoys sharing his discoveries and studies with you and cherishes your comments on his thoughts, he thrives on sharing a meaningful conversation
Your thoughts and opinions matter to him, thatâs why when you tell him how much he means to you and how much you appreciate him and everything he does, he melts into a puddle. He will chuckle and kiss your forehead nonchalantly but you will know from the way the tips of his ears are tinted red and the little smile gracing his lips for the rest of the day, he feels so loved.
He knows your insecurities and your triggers very well being the keen observer he is, and he knows the exact words you need to hear when you are feeling a certain way.
He is a philosophical guy and when he expresses the way he sees you with that soft expression of adoration on his face, your insecurities donât stand a chance.
He admires you a lot and hates to see you down or see you belittle yourself, so he makes every effort to make you feel loved and let you know how wonderful he finds you, hoping that you will see yourself through his eyes
Albedo is a busy alchemist, when he is very serious about his research and will often spend days working in his lab at a stretch
He doesnât force you to be there obviously, but if you are there with him during this time, he will cherish your presence.
Picnics around Mondstadt is common with you two, basking in the sun accompanied by the signature sweet scented breeze of the nation of winds. Sometimes this party of two might also include our Spark Knight Klee and a day filled with laughter joy and fish blasting.
Even silence is comforting with Him. He might be working on a new invention while you sit and read but as long as your are doing it together, it makes you both feel so much closer
For when you are in love with a person, spending time together doesnât always have to mean putting aside everything and doing things together, sometimes it might also mean just doing things in each otherâs company while cherishing the proximity and presence of your beloved.
Thoma
Love language: acts of service and quality time
Thoma is the number one house Husbando, do I need to say more?
Domestic love with Thoma is practically heaven. Baking together, cooking together, even cleaning is enjoyable with Thoma!
He has your back no matter what, be it conflicts outside the house that needs to be resolved or extra housework that needs taken care of. Thoma is on it
He is so quick and so good at what he does that he gets the work done even before you can insist on doing it yourself
He will cook you your favourite meals on the day you are feeling down and will knit you cute scarves and mittens for winters. He will give you the cutest embroidered napkins to take on your adventures.
He is perfect please kiss him and pat his head for being such a good boy
He is charming and thatâs a well known fact, he can get you discount on almost any and everything, seriously how is he so ridiculously good?
He will always take care of you, even after being the busy man he is, he always does his best to find time for you
He loves tending to the animals around the city and they all eagerly await his arrival, if you accompany him when he goes to feed them he will be extremely happy, laughing and chatting with you all the way.
He really enjoys playing with the animals with you, you both feed them and pet them and they cuddle up to you and lick you in return to show appreciation. The people passing by canât help but admire the happy couple you two make.
All the people in the Inazuma city ship you very hard. Like Get married already!!
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