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"Even the warmest heart can be freezed."

Diluvember, 28-30 "Winter"

Some thoughts about the corrupted Barbatos, who, under the influence of the Abyss, became disappointed with humanity and consumed Andrius, bringing winter to all of Mondstadt. Diluc, who also once was disappointed with society, tries to return warmth and faith in a better world to his god.

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Midnight Wings

For the Diluvember2025 prompt Wings and Feathers;

A ticklish sensation near his nose caused Diluc to wake up suddenly. Eyes still half closed he tried swatting at whatever was tickling him but found that he could not move his right arm. Instantly becoming more awake the ex knight looked down and quickly found the reason he couldn’t move.

Venti, head bedded down on the redhead's bare chest, had taken Diluc’s arm hostage. The bard was sleeping deeply and drooling a little, still utterly dead to the world. Seeing Venti, Diluc's heart rate slowed and he laid his head back down on the pillow, trying to yawn quietly. Judging by the silvery light pouring through the window it was still nighttime and morning a few hours away yet. Gently extracting his right arm from Venti's grip Diluc stroked his other hand over Venti’s soft hair, braids undone by the couple's earlier activities. Prepared to go back to sleep for at least a few hours more Diluc closed his eyes and kept petting Venti, his hand slowly moving down the small bard’s back. Encountering resistance Diluc opened his eyes a sliver to look down, already halfway back to sleep. Oh it’s just a wing. The ex-knight thought, closing his eyes.

Diluc’s eyes snapped open. He carefully lifted his head off the pillow and took a closer look at his bedmate. Wings, big, slightly folded, white feathered wings were sprouting out of Venti’s back. Diluc’s hand had encountered the place where the wing joint grew out of the smooth skin just below the bard’s right shoulder blade. One of them was folded a bit awkwardly and with certainty the source of the tickling sensation that had woken the redhead up. Diluc was instantly fascinated and softly stroked the place where flesh melted into downy feathers. Venti made a small sound but did not wake. Diluc was already used to the bard sleeping like the dead, especially after some more strenuous activity. He carefully moved his fingers along the joint and up the wing, marvelling at how soft it felt.

Just like the statue… Diluc kept gently patting the wing from the downy soft feathers near the limb itself to the coarser and longer outer feathers. Despite being a sign of the Archon’s power given flesh, the wing felt very similar to a falcon’s. Venti also reacted similarly to one of the ex-knight’s hunting birds to having a wing stroked, arching softly into the caress. Carefully shifting the still sleeping ex Archon Diluc used his Pyro powers to light a candle on the nightstand, wanting to get a better look at this unexpected surprise. The shining white feathers turned burnished in the warm glow of the candle. Spotting a slightly misaligned pinion, Diluc’s fingers automatically stroked the snowy feather back into alignment, causing Venti to squeak and look up at him with sleepy eyes.

“Sorry sweetheart, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Venti yawned like a kitten, gave Diluc a drowsy smile and snuggled down again mumbling. “S’okay just pinched a little…” before suddenly freezing. Diluc watched fascinated as the wings first went rigid and then folded tightly against Venti’s back.

Venti clenched his eyes shut, this was not how he had envisioned revealing his so-called Archon form to his paramour. Now wide awake and feeling color rush to his cheeks he glanced up surreptitiously to gauge Diluc’s reaction to this obvious display of his inhumanity. The former Archon knew Diluc was well aware of his identity and seemed unbothered by it. Yet he could not shake the thought that one day, Diluc might decide being with a non-human was not to his taste after all.

His lover was still gently stroking along his wings and smiling down at him. “No need to hide them on my account, Venti. They look magnificent.” Elated and soothed by Diluc’s reaction, Venti arched up and pecked the smiling bartender on the lips. He was glad that his lover had reacted so positively to one of the main signs that his bedmate was not human. Shifting until he could gaze comfortably into his lover’s crimson eyes, Venti thought idly that he should not have been surprised by Diluc’s easy acceptance.

Ever since the bard confessed his feelings, which the stern ex-knight reciprocated to Venti’s great joy and surprise, Diluc had revealed himself to be quite the romantic. As long as it was just the two of them, that is. In front of others, the redhead behaved as usual, although he was slightly gentler when talking to the bard. The bartender also started using Venti’s name more often instead of calling him 'bard', 'drunkard' or 'freeloader'. However Venti still got no free drinks at the Angel’s Share much to his disappointment. Still the bard truly enjoyed having the redhead’s affections all for himself for the time being. Maybe with a bit more time and incentives Diluc could be enticed into showing his romantic side more openly.

“I see that giant statue of yours nearly daily in the cathedral square and yet never thought to ask if you actually had wings. Is there a reason you are showing them now?” Diluc asked quietly, still stroking along the now again relaxed wings. Carefully taking note of the way Venti shuddered whenever Diluc’s hands stroked near the place where feathers met flesh and promising himself to thoroughly test just how sensitive these spots were in the near future. Venti shrugged as best as he was able while arching his back and wings into his lover’s caresses. “I’m not quite sure myself. I think I was just feeling so comfortable and safe that I unconsciously relaxed and they came out.”

Diluc felt warmth spread through his heart and unconsciously tightened his grip on the small form resting on him. “I’m glad you feel safe here.” Venti wrapped his arms around Diluc's neck and lifted his great white wings, enfolding the pair and shutting out the outside world for the moment. “You make me feel safe, Diluc.” Venti marveled for a moment at the bright grin his words caused before leaning down to catch the smiling lips in another kiss before snuggling down and yawning again. “I know it’s the Dawn Winery but it’s not even dawn outside yet. Let’s go back to sleep,yes?” Diluc thought for a few moments, yes it was still early but he was not quite ready to get back to sleep yet. Moving his hands with purpose he stroked firmly along one of the places that had made Venti shudder so enchantingly before. Venti bit back a moan, back arching. Staring up he caught Diluc looking down at him, a delightfully roguish smile on his lips. “Might I give you a reason to stay awake a bit longer?”

The next day: Diluc was sitting in his office dealing with seemingly endless paper work Elzer kept supplying him with. The redhead signed the document in front of him and took a moment to stretch his arms. His stretch involuntarily turned into a yawn. Diluc smiled to himself, remembering why he was feeling so tired today. A knock on the door shook him out of the pleasant memories of last night. “Come in!” Adelinde stepped into the office, her cupped hands holding something in front of her. “Sorry to disturb you Master Diluc but I have a question. I was just cleaning the master bedroom when I found these but could not find any damaged bedding. Do you know where they came from?” Adelinde looked at Diluc inquisitively and could for the life of her not figure out why a handful of small white feathers caused the master of the house to stammer and blush scarlett.

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November has come to an end and it’s time to conclude Diluvenber!

We'd like to wholeheartedly thank the participants who shared with us their wonderful works, as well as to those who supported them with likes, reblogs, and kind words!

However, even though November has come to an end and with it this event, we didn't want it to end here. If you liked any of the prompts but weren't able to work on them during November, you can still participate! Ultimately, the main goal of this event was to inspire new works and encourage new perspectives on our beloved ship, and if extending this event would help, it would not be in vain.

Prosper, Diluvember nation! May all its members receive inspiration, time and creative energy!

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cooking

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Crossover

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For Diluvember 2025 Theme: Winter

A winter stroll

Snow was still falling softly, coating all of Mondstadt in a pristine white blanket as Diluc’s shift behind the counter at the Angel’s Share ended. The night had been exceptionally quiet, only the most dedicated drunkards had braved the snow and cold to come into the tavern.

*Speaking of dedicated drunks…* Diluc put the last mug down and turned his attention to the only patron left in the room. 

Venti was sitting alone on a table, lightly strumming his lyre and staring out of a window into the night outside seemingly lost in thought. He was regrettably sober, fewer patrons at the Angel’s Share meant less free drinks for the bard. Diluc cleared his throat trying to get the tiny troublemaker’s attention. Seeing no reaction Diluc stepped out from behind the bar and made his way to the still strumming singer. “Bard.” 

Venti flinched a bit as he was ripped out of his day dreaming and turned his attention to the bartender. “Oh sorry Master Diluc, I was lost in thought.” Diluc smirked at the bard “Unknown territory for you bard?” Venti gasped, trying to look insulted but ruining it with a small grin, “You’re always so mean to me Master Diluc!” “I’m just honest, bard. Are you done here? I’m closing up for the night.” Venti reluctantly hopped off the table, he was not looking forward to going outside in this weather. Hopefully he could find a suitable place to sleep. In this cold most warm places were already claimed by the many stray cats of Mondstadt, which made sleeping there impossible for the allergic ex Archon. *Either that or I wake up covered in cats and halfway to sneezing myself to death.*

Diluc eyed the small frown on Venti’s face with slight concern while putting up the last chairs and dousing the candles. Opening the door for Venti he asked quietly, “Is something the matter, Venti? You are suspiciously quiet.”  Venti stepped outside and tried not to flinch at the sudden change in temperature.

He hadn't expected it to get so cold so quickly. His bard clothes, while stylish and fitting for the best bard in Mondstadt, offered precious little protection against the weather. Normally no problem in Mondstadt’s famously mild climate but this winter was shaping up to be harsher than normal. Trying to keep from shivering Venti gave Diluc what he hoped was a bright unconcerned smile. “Why nothing is wrong Master Diluc. I’m just….appreciating the sight of Mondstadt in the snow. It’s quite pretty isn’t it?” Diluc nodded slowly looking around at the snow capped buildings, the streets covered in white not yet marred by footsteps, the sparkling icicles forming beneath the roofs and the bard looking up at him with bright aquamarine eyes. “It sure is.”  

Walking next to each other, footsteps muffled by the still falling snow, ex Archon and ex knight slowly made their way to the city gates. The whole city seemed deserted, only the Knights of Favonius who got the short end of the stick when the patrols were issued were making their rounds. At the gate Diluc looked down at Venti who was busy trying to cover up as much as possible with his small cape. “Are you cold, bard?”  Startled, Venti looked up at the redhead, who looked very comfortable and not cold at all in his fur-lined coat.“Of course not. I am an Archon after all, small things like cold weather do not affect me, dear Master Diluc.” Venti answered with great confidence. Diluc eyed the trembling bard suspiciously. “Are you absolutely sure about that?” Feeling slightly offended at Diluc’s open mistrust of his words Venti strode ahead of the bartender and out of the city gates while blustering. “Does it look like the cold is affecting me master Diluc?” Venti opened his arms wide and regretted it immediately as a flood of icy air hit him. Diluc followed at a more sedate pace, just raising an eyebrow at the now visible shuddering bard. “Really? So you’re shivering because you’re what? Afraid? Excited?” Valiantly trying to ignore his chattering teeth Venti smiled sweetly at the redhead. “I am on a winter stroll with the famed Darknight Hero, what’s not to be excited about? And with you with me, there is nothing to be afraid of.”  

Diluc was blaming his slightly flushed cheeks on the cold and kept looking sceptical at the anemo wielder in front of him. “Winter stroll? I am on my way home, bard. Where are you going anyway?” 

Venti looked around, he had been so intent on walking with Diluc that he had not noticed they had actually left the city and were already halfway on the way to Dawn Winery. Looking around at the snow covered trees Venti tried to think of a suitable answer. “Well I am heading to…uh…Windrise.” “Windrise?” echoed Diluc incredulously. “You are going to spend the night at Windrise? Venti you are shivering and your lips are turning blue, you are not spending the night outside!”

Venti took a step back and flung his arms out for dramatic flair. “But Master Diluc I …” whatever the bard had planned to say next would stay a mystery as in just that moment a small mountain of snow sitting on a branch above decided that the ground was a more appropriate place for it and slid off it's branch. Falling right on top of the gesturing ex Archon. The bard froze, arms still stretched out and eyes wide, covered in a small blanket of snow. Diluc met the bard’s wide shocked eyes and couldn’t help it, he burst into laughter. “You look like a frosted gingerbread man!” 

Venti stared at the laughing redhead forgetting the cold for a moment. Diluc was bent over and laughing merrily, the sound echoing through the otherwise silent woods. *I’ve never heard Diluc laugh…* This view and the bright sound of Diluc’s laughter might just be worth the embarrassment the bard was experiencing. 

It was worth it until a particularly large and cold cluster of ice and snow decided to slip down Venti’s collar and hit the small of his back, causing the bard to yelp and abruptly arch forward. Moving erratically he desperately tried to get away from the icy sensation on his back. Diluc took one look at the now wildly gyrating bard and laughed even harder, tears forming in his eyes.

After a few more twirls Venti finally managed to pull his shirt out of his pants and got rid of the offending piece of ice. Panting lightly and starting to shiver harder he pouted at the still snickering Diluc who was wiping tears from his eyes. 

“I'm sorry, Venti, but you looked like a cat that had been dunked into ice water!” Venti pouted harder, how dare the redhead first laugh at him and then compare him to one of those dastardly felines. Still chuckling, Diluc bent down to pick up the bard's fallen beret, the ever present Cecilia looking rather bedraggled. Putting the hat back on Venti’s head Diluc noticed the bard’s increased shivering and pale skin. 

Diluc winced as he carefully laid a hand on the bard’s cheek.“You are ice cold. We need to get you somewhere warm and out of these wet clothes as soon as possible.” Venti tried smiling coquettishly, somewhat hindered by his chattering teeth. “My, how forward of you, Master Diluc. One might think you’ve been waiting for an excuse to undress me.” The redhead snorted and started to take off his coat. “Get your mind out of the gutter bard.” Diluc carefully wrapped the shivering bard in his winter coat, the garment big enough to cover Venti from head to toe. “But Diluc, now you will get cold.” Venti tried to protest, the only visible piece of him his eyes peering out over the coat's fur collar. 

Diluc just shrugged, “Pyro Vision, remember?” the red glow of his Vision flaring up briefly. Venti nodded a bit embarrassed. *Of course, it takes more than a winter night to make a Pyro Vision holder feel cold.* 

“We are nearly at the Winery anyway, you can spend the night there.” Venti, still shivering but already feeling a bit warmer thanks to the coat nodded gratefully and tried following Diluc. The heavy coat was very warm but also long and combined with the snow on the ground made walking rather difficult for the small bard. Diluc watched Venti stumble along for a few steps and sighed deeply. Ignoring Venti’s startled yelp, Diluc easily picked the tiny bard up bridal style and started walking swiftly along the path toward the Winery. 

Venti reeled a bit from the sudden change in position but quickly settled down and used the chance to cuddle up to the redhead. “Had I known getting snow dumped on me would result in being snuggled by Master Diluc, I would have done it much sooner.” Diluc looked down at the bard who was smiling up at him, snuggled up in the warm wintercoat and leaning his head against Diluc’s chest. Sighing he tightened his grip causing the bard to squeak a little. “Keep talking like that and I’ll throw you into the next snowdrift.” Venti’s smile turned mischievous. “Who was the one who wanted to get me out of my clothes as soon as possible?” 

“No! No! Diluc, don't you dare drop me!” 

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Winter

(Diluc took Venti's hand just beacause it was cold, no other reason)

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Music

[vegetabletka]

Secret identity

[carambahirse]

For Diluvember 2025 Theme: Music

Silence is Golden

Synopsis: A tipsy Jean revealing one of Diluc’s secrets (it’s actually Kaeya’s fault of course) leads to an evening no one at the Angel’s Share will forget anytime soon.

Song lyrics are my own meager attempt at romantic poetry.

The evening was as lively as ever in the Angel’s Share. Drinks were flowing freely and several loud conversations over who was the best fighter in Mondstadt had erupted again. A few overeager voices were shouting from one table to the next to drum up more support for their favourite.

The loudest table contained, as always Kaeya, though this time he had been joined not just by a quietly amused Rosaria but by Lisa and Jean as well. How the purple witch had managed to get the acting grand master to join her for an evening out would always remain a mystery.

In the middle of the tavern Venti and Six-Fingered Jose were taking turns singing songs, and teaming up for a couple of duets. At the moment they were singing a popular Mondstadt drinking song together with at least half the tavern joining in at the chorus.

“If beer were an ocean, and I was a duck I'd swim to the bottom to drink my way up But the ocean is not beer, and I'm not a duck So here's to us, now let's drink up!”

Diluc was tending the bar, switching between pouring glasses of ale and wine, mixing cocktails and cleaning used glasses. Charles was making the rounds taking orders. All in all it was a lively but normal evening for the busy tavern. No fights and no one was so drunk they would not find the door or their way home again. Yet.

Diluc kept a watchful eye on everything but especially the table his brother, the nun, the witch and the grandmaster were sitting at.

He was glad that Jean had finally taken an evening off but was slightly concerned about the sheer amount of drinks the table kept ordering. Diluc also did not like the way Kaeya kept glancing between the still performing duo of bards and him. The song ended with a laughing Jose bowing to Venti and relinquishing the stage. The blonde bard joined one of the tables to a great cheer and was immediately presented with a frothing mug of ale.

Kaeya shot another look at Diluc before glancing back at Venti, who had taken the spotlight again, playing a slower song on his lyre. Kaeya would deny being drunk but the scarlet blush on his cheeks told another story. The cavalry captain took a sip of his customary cocktail ‘death after noon’ and started chuckling, still staring at Venti playing his lyre. “Well, well, what is so amusing about our bard’s performance dear captain?" Lisa asked amused. She was still nipping at her second glass of wine for the night, preferring to stay sober to keep an eye on Jean. Not that the librarian expected Jean to get drunk on purpose, but she knew how fast the sweet Dandelion Wine could go to one's head. Especially if you were unused to drinking it as the ever overworked acting grandmaster was.

At this moment Jean was finishing her fifth glass of wine and had started to tilt slightly to the left. A small blush and a visible smile was on her face as she switched from watching the bard's antics to look at the still snickering Kaeya. Lisa smiled and moved closer to stop Jean from sliding off her chair any further.

Rosaria also finished her cocktail and shifted her attention from watching the crowd towards looking at her drinking buddy.

Kaeya was still chuckling merrily while pointing an unstable finger at Venti. “I just recalled that Diluc had Lyre lessons when we were kids. Do you remember Jean?” Jean thought for a moment before starting to giggle. “I do! He was so good at it too!” She bounced a bit on her chair and laughed, causing a couple of people at other tables to look at her, many smiling at seeing the often stressed acting grandmaster having a good time.

Jean grinned a bit lost in her memories. “Diluc would play songs for us and sing when we were helping out in the vineyard!” Her voice, just a tad too loud, seemed to echo through the tavern.

Venti stopped playing in shock and all conversations ceased as the whole tavern’s attention shifted to Diluc. The bartender had frozen while cleaning a mug, staring open mouthed at the still happily grinning Jean. Kaeya was laughing hard, slapping one hand on the table repeatedly, the steady slaps the only sound left in the room. Lisa was smirking at the still frozen Diluc and Rosaria was staring incredulously at the bartender who was still clutching a mug and cloth in his hands. The keen nun could see the redhead's ears slowly but surely blushing to match his hair color.

“What do I hear? Master Diluc can play the lyre and sing?” Venti asked, truly surprised. The bard had quite the high opinion of the ex knight, he was after all one of, if not the keenest defender Mondstadt had. And Venti appreciated the man’s fierce loyalty to Mondstadt,his unshakable faith, his delectable wines as well as his good looks and well hidden but present good heart. Maybe Venti’s high opinion had morphed into a bit of a crush within the last few months of playing at the Angel’s Share. The bard had gotten to know Diluc rather well, he just never expected the bartender to have any skill in the arts of song or music.

Diluc stared at Jean, eyes full of betrayal, before starting to glare at Kaeya. He just knew this was his younger brother's fault somehow. With his ears burning he turned to the bard who was looking at him with shock in his eyes. Feeling all eyes on him Diluc cleared his throat and answered with great reluctance. “Yes I had lessons when I was younger.”

Kaeya had finally managed to stop laughing and happily yelled into the silence after Diluc’s statement. “Yes and you were sooo good at playing! Why don’t you play anymore, Diluc? You could be the bartender and bard for the Angel’s Share!” The crowd started tittering while Diluc’s glare at Kaeya intensified to a level that seemed to sober up the cavalry captain, at least a bit.

“I will not…” Diluc was interrupted by Venti who had walked behind the bar and was now presenting his lyre to him. “But Master Diluc! I am sure everyone here would like to hear you at least once. Please Master Diluc?” Diluc stared down at the tiny bard looking up at him with wide pleading aquamarine eyes. Shaking his head resolutely he answered with conviction. “No.”

Venti started pressing his lyre to the taller man's chest. “Pretty please?”

Diluc's conviction wavered. “No.”

Venti sensing his targets' resolve faltering prepared to use his most devastating weapon, the ultimate puppy eyes. “Pleaase, Diluc? Just one song?”

Diluc stared into Venti’s deep blue green sparkling eyes and finally gave up. Curse his weakness for cute things and especially for the no good but very cute bard in front of him. He grabbed the lyre from a widely grinning Venti. “One song and never again!”

Diluc stepped out from behind the bar to the cheers of the tavern’s patrons who knew that they were witnesses to something truly unique.

Diluc positioned the lyre in his arms with ease, muscle memories accurate even after such a long time. Giving his silently anticipating audience a look, some might call it a glare, the redhead slowly started playing a few notes.

Kaeya smiled softly, taken back to afternoons spent working in the vineyard with Barbara, Jean and his older brother. The small group of children often ended up eating more grapes than they actually harvested. They enjoyed the sun on their backs and when the ‘work’ grew too heavy Diluc would cheerfully start playing songs to keep everyone motivated. Kaeya could still see Diluc sitting next to the half full baskets of grapes, lyre in his arms and playing and singing with a sunny grin on his face, a tiny Barbara trying to sing along.

Jean, a bit tipsier than she had expected, was leaning on Lisa with a gentle smile on her face. The acting grandmaster was back in the vineyard with Kaeya, Diluc and her little sister. Only picking the grapes after they all had a few as a taste test. Back when the greatest crises of their days had been a spider landing on Diluc’s head while he harvested a cluster of grapes.

Lisa was smiling at Diluc though it was less of a soft smile and more like one a mouse might see in its last moments before the cat pounced. What good fortune it had been to manage to convince Jean to head out for a night at the Angel’s Share today.

Rosaria was trying and failing to look neutral, an inquisitive look in her eyes. She could not for the life of her imagine Diluc Ragnvindr, the Dark Knight Hero, playing songs to motivate his friends while picking grapes, even as a child.

Venti was standing in front of Diluc smiling encouragingly, eyes soft. What a picture kid Diluc with his lyre must have made. Even his bard’s imagination was just barely up to the task of imagining the picture Jean’s shout had conjured. The thought of contacting Buer and ask the Dendro Archon if he could take a look at the memories stored in the Irminsul had crossed his mind, but for now he was very much looking forward to hearing the adult version of Diluc sing.

The rest of the tavern barely breathed, waiting for the song to start.

Diluc sighed and started playing an old and well known love ballad. After a few moments the redhead closed his eyes and began to sing in a smooth dark voice.

You are the spark to my fire That lights up the darkness that looms You are the sweet scent of the flower That in my heart blooms

It’s said silence is golden And darling I believe it’s true Because in the golden silence My only thoughts are of you

Soft astonished murmurs were heard around the tavern, certainly none of the Angel’s Share patrons had expected Master Diluc to sing quite that well.

Venti clasped his hands together and suppressed a delighted gasp. *His voice is beautiful! Oh I wish he would sing like that for me alone.* He was tempted to close his eyes to imagine the redhead was really singing just for him but did not dare to miss even one second of the vision in front of him.

You are the stars that shine and sparkle In the cold dark sky above In this golden silence Dearest, You are the one I truly love

It’s said silence is golden And darling I believe it’s true Because in the golden silence My only thoughts are of you

Jean leaned more heavily on Lisa’s shoulder quietly starting to sing along with a voice barely above a whisper. Lisa’s smile had softened, who would have thought the rigid Master Diluc could put so much soul into a song.

Kaeya felt his eyes growing a bit misty. He remembered the first time Diluc had sung that particular ballad. A small celebration for Adelinde’s birthday with cake and much laughter. Their father had gifted her a new silk scarf, Kaeya a picture he had painted for her and Diluc a performance of her favourite song.

Rosaria nudged the cavalry captain, shaking him out of his memories. The nun whispered softly with a smile in her voice “Look at Venti.” Kaeya looked and suppressed a laugh.

The small bard was standing in front of Diluc, hands clasped together and hearts in his eyes. He could not have looked more enamored with the singing redhead if he had tried. *Oh that is going to get interesting.*

You are my calm, my storm, my sweet delight, My refuge at nightfall And in this golden silence My angel I love you most of all

It’s said silence is golden And darling I believe it’s true Because in the golden silence My only thoughts are of you

The last notes of the song rang out and Diluc slowly opened his eyes, locking eyes with Venti standing directly in front of him. Venti felt his cheeks growing hot, for once left speechless.

After a moment of silence the tavern erupted in thunderous applause, people standing up from their chairs clapping and calling for one more song.

Jean and Lisa were among the people standing, the acting grandmaster calling out Bravos while the librarian joined the chorus of patrons calling for an encore.

Rosaria was applauding in her usual measured manner, though a small smile was visible on her face.

Diluc ignored the crowd, for this one moment he only had eyes for Venti standing still speechless in front of him. After a moment he stepped forward and gently handed Venti’s lyre back to him before looking at the still cheering crowd.

The bartender lifted a hand and called for silence, the applause and cries slowly trailing off. “I said one song and no more.”

Kaeya shifted from enthusiastic cheering to equally enthusiastic booing, quickly joined by more patrons. “Oh come on Diluc! You can’t just stop now! Do you want to disappoint your audience?!”

Diluc glared at his younger brother, still sure that the whole thing was somehow Kaeya’s fault. “I am sure they will get over it. A round of drinks on the cavalry captain’s tab for everyone!”

The resounding cheer of the rest of the tavern drowned out Kaeya’s shocked shouts. Rosaria clapped Kaeya on the shoulder and yelled out her drink order to a smirking Charles while Jean collapsed in giggles with Lisa.

Savely back behind the bar Diluc started preparing drinks when he saw Venti slowly siding up to him. Cheeks still pink, the bard looked up at the bartender. “That was very beautiful Master Diluc. Is there really no way to get you to sing another song?” Diluc looked into the shining aquamarine eyes and gave the bard a tiny smile. “If the right person asks I may be convinced to give one more private performance.”

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