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Those vampire hcs are amazing! It's never the mc as the interesting counterpart and I loved all of the vampire content skdnsksj.
Feel free to ignore this part if your requests are closed, but maybe Diluc and Thoma first discovering they're a vampire? Like they notice how they have sharp fangs, stare a little too much at blood, how sleepy they are during the day, straying away from certain holy places because of negative stereotypes, and even if they might ironically sleep in a coffin at night!
ty for the request <3 i got a little excited and added more hcs for them as vampires + how they would be with their s/o
enjoy!
DILUC
As the Darknight Hero, Diluc is very attuned to his body. He senses that something is amiss immediately, probably during one of his nightly raids. He's more agile, faster, his vision impeccable even during the night.
Habits-wise, since he works the nights anyways he does not find daytime exhaustion that peculiar. He does, however, find the work at Angel's Share... draining. It's difficult to focus on what his patrons order when their necks are exposed, so warm, their veins bulging, throbbing...
When he accidentally nicks his lip with his sharpened fangs, he will come to a haunting realization. He'll stand there in front of a mirror, a bead of blood rolling down his chin, his expression uncharacteristically frightened.
He's... gutted. He's meant to be the protector of Mondstadt, yet now he might be the biggest threat to its citizens. For the safety of Mondstadt, he even considers leaving the city altogether.
And yet no one else can fill his role, and he knows it. He is needed. So instead of wallowing in self-pity, Diluc will find a way to live as a vampire.
He opts for animal blood or human bottled blood which he acquires through his extensive network. Biting someone and feeding on them feels way too personal to him.
While he hates the fact that he has to prey on others to sustain himself, he does not starve himself as a martyr. He realizes that starving can make him more dangerous to citizens; and besides, if he's out of his strength, who will fend off the Abyss Order?
That's not to say he does not despise himself for what he has become. He hates that every time he greets someone, his eyes slide to their exposed necks and wrists. He hates how at some point he begins to wonder how blood would taste if he took it from someone directly.
Because of his cravings, he isolates himself. He still attends to his duties as the heir to the Dawn Winery, but he's rarely seen at the tavern. He moves the servant quarters outside the manor, and keeps his interactions to minimal, reducing his communication with them to handwritten letters if needed.
He does not reveal his secret to anyone and puts an effort into concealing any signs of his vampirism. Diluc already harbours one secret identity - what's one more? He bottles down his emotions, does not talk about his feelings... And well, you can imagine how that can end.
Diluc may not like his condition, but he makes a conscious effort to learn more about himself. As you mentioned, I think Diluc would test all of those stereotypes associated with vampires. If he has certain weaknesses and strengths he should be the first one to know - he has too many enemies to be reckless. So he'll test to see if he finds garlic bread repelling, if he can cross over the water in Springvale unharmed, if his body is affected by any of the crosses in the Cathedral.
If he notices certain habits have changed due to his condition, he will embrace them. If it feels better to sleep in one of the underground cellars, or even a coffin, he will do that (discreetly). If moving around during daylight is exhausting, he will avoid it. He does not see the point of clinging to his humanity, if it is already gone.
If vampirism is a condition that others across Teyvat suffer from, Diluc will take it upon himself to establish a safe and ethical blood distribution network. At this point he's a revered figure in the vampire community ;;
In other words, he does try to make the best out of this situation, though emotionally, he is not dealing with it that well.
How he would be with his s/o:
Will not tell you.
Is it that surprising? Like father, like son after all.
He's terrified of hurting you, and will go to the extremes to keep you safe - even if it means compromising your emotional needs.
You rarely get to see him since he's so nocturnal, and even when you meet, he does not face you, steps away whenever you come too close and leaves before too long. You ponder if he lost feelings, or if he hates you.
The truth is, his bloodlust only gets worse when combined with his tender feelings towards you. He would not dream of drinking your blood - what if he drinks too much, bites too hard? What if he becomes addicted to your sweet taste? What if you begin to view him as a monster - or what he if becomes one, driven mad by your blood?
Yet at the same time, just looking at you makes his craving almost too difficult to fight. He feels like an animal in your presence, his thoughts of claiming you in such a sinister way running rampant.
You'll need a lot of perseverance to get through to him. Even if you confront him, he will not yield. As stubborn as a rock pillar, he'll only cross his arms over his chest when you ask why he's turned so distant.
If you decide to leave him, he'll think it's for the best (for you). If you decide you want to stay with him, you'll need to snoop around. Diluc is excellent at concealing his secrets, but that's not to say he isn't fallible. And as his s/o, you have the resources and access that most of the ordinary civilians don't.
Once you learn about his condition, it will take time to break down those walls. He'll refuse to talk much about it still, and will vehemently refuse to drink your blood, despite thirsting over it more than anything.
If you manage to frame the whole blood-drinking as more of a romantic act - your union of sorts, a new level of intimacy - he will consider it. It's one of those things you need to plant in his head and nurture with patience. When he's sure you're comfortable with it, and he's sure he won't hurt you, he will finally give in to the desire to claim you.
He prefers to bite you on the neck, from behind, pressing you close to his chest and murmuring sweet affirmations into your nape. His bites are gentle, and he tries not to leave much of a mark, even though he wants everyone to know who you belong to.
Will still refuse to do it frequently, and will spoil you even more than usual. He needs to make sure you're getting the proper sleep, exercise and nutrition now that he took that tiny bit of blood out of you.
THOMA
Thoma tends to... neglect himself.
So it doesn't come as a surprise that at first, he doesn't even notice these changes before someone them points out. Maybe it's Ayaka pondering why he looks so weak and sickly, asking if he wants a day off. Maybe it's Ayato, noting that his teeth look somewhat sharp - have they always been that way? You're right, Thoma remarks, how bizarre.
He has been feeling absolutely exhausted during the day - but it's not like the household chores will do themselves, right? His body is feeling somewhat sore, and it's difficult to concentrate - but there are so many people counting on him! He cannot let them down.
It wouldn't really strike him as weird until one day, he sees someone on the docks injured, and his first instinct is to call for help. And yet his legs won't move. His mouth is watering at the sight of blood dribbling onto the wooden planks.
He feels such intense urge, such hunger that he almost lunges at the injured man there and then.
It doesn't take long before Thoma pieces everything together. I don't think he's necessary as tormented by his condition as Diluc - he sees is more as inconvenient, and dangerous, both to him and to others, but he is an optimist at heart. He will find a way to tackle this, he knows.
The first vampire stereotype he's testing out is definitely anything food-related - one of his responsibilities involves cooking, so he's pretty much panicked that he won't be able to do the meals justice anymore. Can he still taste? Does garlic repel him? He'll frantically run around the kitchen tasting and testing various flavours to make sure he still qualifies as the Kamisato housekeeper.
Generally, Thoma strikes me as quite superstitious so he would probably be very cautious of any crosses and the Cathedral when he comes back to Mondstadt. He prefers to walk under shade and avoids water bodies when possible. Obviously, he has no proof it could cause him harm, but better safe than sorry, yeah?
Because of his fangs, the poor boy is self-conscious of his smile :(( He's still the beaming sunshine, but his smile is always close-lipped, strained, and not completely honest. Despite being a super touchy person, he now keeps a distance when he talks, though he retains the friendly aura.
Daytime exhaustion is a nightmare for him, because aside from his "fixer" endeavours, he works early mornings and afternoons. He cannot exactly start cleaning and cooking at midnight...
As a cook and a food connoisseur, I imagine he'd be sensitive to the taste of blood. After some time, he can actually tell a lot about a person just from the way their blood taste - their diet, their age, even gender. He'd probably cringe at bottled and animal blood, because it tastes too bitter and feels somewhat stale.
Because of his gentle nature, he feels so bad about drinking blood... But he knows he has to do it to survive. He is bad at controlling his cravings when thirsty, so he realizes his hunger must be managed well lest he pounces on someone. He sees drinking blood akin to taking medicine - perhaps not something he does willingly, but something that is crucial for him to survive. He'd never take the blood against someone's will, though.
While the Kamisato siblings are more than understanding, and more than happy to supply him with another kind of work that accommodates his sleeping arrangements better, Thoma's self-worth dips. He enjoyed his work as a housekeeper, but recently it's been getting more and more difficult to execute simple tasks.
True to his character, he does not want to burden anyone so he doesn't even talk about it... So all of those frustrations, all of that sadness just sits in his heart, slowly eating him away.
How he would be with his s/o:
Since Thoma is a lot more emotionally attuned than Diluc, he would actually tell you.
He respects and values you, and he wants you to know how his situation has changed so you can make the decision of whether you want to leave or stay.
He does talk about it in the most easy-going manner possible, so if you're not perceptive enough, you might not notice that he's actually going through a lot.
So you'll need to sit him down and listen to everything he has to say, ask him to tell you all that he has been through. He's surprised that you want to listen to him - he's used to listening to other people, not the other way around. But as he starts talking, the awkwardness is swept away by his honest feelings and by your tender hold on his hand.
He cherishes you so much, and he feels so fortunate that you allow him to confide in you - all of his biggest fears, all of the anxieties and frustrations that come from being a vampire.
Following that conversation, he'll become more confident in spending time around people, you included. Though even when he is fully fed, you still ignite a sinister craving in him. Your skin is so soft to touch, so warm, so fragrant, your smile alone makes his head spin and butterflies cram the pit of his stomach.
Thoma tries so hard to hold himself back whenever he's near you. He would never forgive himself if he hurt you, so he tries his best to keep his cravings at bay. And yet sometimes you make it so hard for him!
His throat grows dry anytime you wear clothing that exposes your neck, wrist or ankles - he tries to conceal it as he starts chatting away, eyes darting to anywhere but you. And yet, in all honesty, he cannot concentrate on anything when you're so close, and all he can think about is claiming you in such a sinister manner.
As you hug just before you part ways, he squeezes you a little too hard, his shaky breath outlining the shape of your neck, making you shiver. He's always gentle with you, but in those moments, you feel a certain thrill, seeing how his desire to taste you almost overthrows his kind demeanour.
If you ever ask him to drink your blood, he'll be startled, and refuse, but you know him well enough to recognize that spark of desire in his eyes. It takes barely any persuading and he's sighing and taking your hand.
He'll insist that you stay on top, so that even if he loses control you can pull away and stay safe. You should only give him as much as you feel comfortable with giving, he tells you. And you should pull away immediately if you feel dizzy or hurt!
Despite his gentle nature, his bites are sloppy and desperate, so you might end up with a few bruises. He will feel absolutely terrible about it, and will apologize - doesn't mean he won't do it again lol
Thoma dotes on you even more than usual (which is a LOT) after he drinks your blood. He'll cook you your favorite meal and wrap you up in one of his hand-knitted sweaters, applying calming ointment on the bitemark. He'll hug you close, because he's just so thankful he has you.
Hii! I really like your writing could I please request headcanons with Tengen and Kyojuro with a s/o who is very insecure about her appearance but it gets to the point where she isolates herself because she doesn't want people to see her or compares herself to every woman pillars comes into contact with, wanting to drag herself down.
I personaly have very hard time with it and I would love to see how pillars would react or support me at a time like this
Take care of yourself and have a nice day/night!!
there you go anon <3 sorry for taking so long!
KYOJURO RENGOKU
Kyojuro is surprisingly perceptive, especially when it comes to people he cares about. He notices how your face falls whenever youâre around other female pillars, how you half-heartedly reject invitations to spend time with your friends and subordinates.
He cannot even fathom what the reason could be - are you sick? Has something happened during your missions that turned your mood sour?
The best way to learn the truth is to confront you, and he does exactly that.
While it is a difficult subject, you find it easy to open up to Kyojuro. He is very pure of heart and cares for you deeply, so he listens to all that you have to say earnestly and without judgment.
When you finish and gaze at him to gouge his reaction, heâs sitting there, stunned.
Youâre insecure... about your appearance? You? The woman he finds so stunning itâs sometimes difficult to breathe in your presence? His comrade he grew to admire and adore so much?
âI donât look anything like them,â you murmur, not believing his claim. âI donât even deserve to be in their presence.â
âYou donât need to look like them,â youâre surprised to see how honestly he smiles when he looks at you, eyes full of adoration. âYou are (Name) precisely because you are unique. You are so stunning, each and every part of you.â
Oh boy. If you let him get started on all of your features that he finds absolutely stunning, youâre going to be in for an hour-long lecture. Heâll hold you by your shoulders as he points out all the little things about you that he loves, some of which you... havenât ever noticed? And even the things you hate, he proclaims to love so enthusiastically? Because to him, every part of you is (Name), and he loves (Name), so itâs common sense he loves everything about you?
He gets so heated he literally pours out all of his heart for you! Heâs basically shouting as he declares heâs in love with every inch of your body and soul.
He never gets tired of reassuring you. If he ever senses that you shrink in someoneâs presence, heâll squeeze your hand and give you the warmest smile.
I think he would also remind you that you arenât just your appearance. Itâs easy to get caught up in comparing yourself to others, but the truth is, youâre not just stunning, but you are an amazing person that he admires so much. And yet you sometimes forget all of your merits? Your strength, your kindness, your sense of humor? Donât worry. Heâs more than happy to remind you why he loves all of you.
Heâs going to be very supportive, and encourage you to spend more time with your friends and other hashira. Heâll always be there by your side! You can rely on him with all of your worries and insecurities - he will be patient as he guides you down the path of self-love.
TENGEN UZUI
He may not be as perceptive as Rengoku, but he is attuned to your emotions. During any interaction you have with pillars or other demon slayers, his eyes are on you, in silent adoration.
Thatâs when he notices how quickly your smile fades whenever the female pillars bring up anything concerning their or your physical appearance; he notices how desperately you try to keep your distance, sometimes even calling in sick during a non-essential gathering.
You try to dance around the subject when he confronts you, with silly jokes that mask away from your insecurities. But Uzui is not going to have that - he grabs you by the waist and hoists you up any nearby shelf or crate, crossing arms over his chest to show he is not leaving until you talk. Unable to leave without his aid, you have to spill your worries to him.
He listens patiently, but his face betrays his confusion.
âHow...â his words trail away, and for once he seems truly speechless. âHow can you think youâre anything short flamboyant?â
He just cannot believe it. Heâs constantly itching to cuddle and gush over you even in public, but he does not want to embarrass or demean you in front of other pillars. Youâre always so radiant he honestly doesnât even notice other female pillars that much. If someone asked what kind of hair accessory Shinobu wears, he probably wouldnât be able to answer. After all, his brain is stacked full with images of you.
Tengen is not necessarily the best with words, and he thinks his actions speak best. But he will make an effort to shower you in compliments - after all, heâs just voicing what heâs thinking anyway. Did you change your hairstyle today? It looks truly flamboyant. Is that a new lip tint? Nothing short of flamboyant!
Some of his compliments... are not very suitable for public ears. So he might just leave you absolutely flustered, with your fellow pillars worrying if youâve got a heat stroke, or if youâre feeling ill.
In private, or even in public (if you allow him), he will worship every inch of your body. He can be gentle with caresses, or rougher with squeezes - he wants to let just how crazy you drive him!
And just like Rengoku, he would encourage you to confide in him, and heâs more than happy to show why your insecurities are completely baseless - though you might already be quite sore from the last time he wanted to show just how beautiful you are.
He offers to help you to become more social and reconnect with other hashira and your friends - heâll be there by your side to sweep you away if you start feeling unwell.
uh so itâs me again i had a few ideas but idk how to phrase what i want to request since i think you wrote something thatâs similar to what i wanted and donât want to waste your time :( i think maybe iâm just nervous
- smiley anon
awhh it's okay, you're honestly not wasting my time! maybe you could tell me more about what you'd like me to write?
even if i already have something similar, we can tweak it a little (e.g. focus on certain things more) to make it a nice little post!! please don't be nervous, you guys are always welcome to talk to me and request :)
hi hi hi! in your unrequited childhood crush headcanons including diluc, xiao, kaeya and childe, may i ask that you cut it in half? for mobile, you use :readmore: (and press enter after) to create a readmore cut! sorry if this sounds rude! itâs up to you whether you want to put a readmore, of course!
YEs omg i forgot to do this ToT tumblr is so stupid and sometimes i need to reupload the images cus they dont pull through so i gen forgot thanks for reminding me
so sorry you guys had to scroll for like 10 minutes to see anything past that post lmao im the worst
Hi~ I'm just here to tell you I LOVE your writing so much. It's always in character imo (probably because it aligns with my personal hcs) and so good. I can't wait for more.
That's all byeee! đ
OMG this literally made my day thank you so much !! <3 genuinely sometimes i pull up the character lines just to refresh my memory and make sure they're still in chara LOL
May I request yandere headcannons of Childe, Kaeya, Diluc and Xiao realising that they've fallen in love with their childhood friend but the darling doesn't love them back? I hope you're doing well!
*cracks knuckles* here we go again
....this did turn out a lot scarier than i intended at first. like genuinely. i scared myself writing this so be warned. i am also considered to write a few drabbles because these headcanons were all so very tasty mmm
warnings: yandere themes, manipulation, gaslighting, victim-blaming, infantilisation, very unhealthy relationships
CHILDE
If youâve caught yan!Childeâs eye.... my condolences
In Snezhnaya, they say that strongest friendships bud in the harshest of winters, for they receive the blessing of General Frost - and indeed, you first met Ajax on such a winter night, when the elders of Morepesok lamented their joints would not last through another such cold.
As children of similar age, you yearn for similar things -Â you two act out stories of heroic warriors and crafty villains, of never-ending winters and stone-eating men, dreaming of a world beyond the humble fishing village you were born in.
Ajax adores you, for you are his sanctuary, his escape. And you love your friend - the sweet, caring, overly shy, and quiet Ajax, who stutters whenever you take a step towards him, who turns beet-red when your eyes meet.
He loves to call himself your knight, and he never fails his duties. He always offers to carry your share of firewood on your way back home and lends you his scarf when a snowstorm catches you unprepared.
He gives you safety and warmth, something your homeland could never offer.
And when he goes missing, you are heartbroken.
You pray and pray for Tsaritsa to return him - then you turn to other Archons, Celestia, even small river and forest gods.
Someone does hear your prayers, and your desperate plea is answered. For better or worse. Itâs only a couple of months since youâve last seen him, but heâs taller now, more muscular, his gait somewhat carefree, flamboyant.
Youâd never forgive the Abyss, for it had swallowed your friend and buried your childhood dreams. And most of all, youâd never forgive the Abyss because it brought Ajax back - and yet he was only a shell of what he used to be, an imposter parading around with your friendâs face.
Heâs loud and outspoken now, always wearing a condescending smirk or an empty smile, his head held high as he patrols the streets of Moresepok looking to brew up trouble.
There are no words to be exchanged between the two of you. You feel sick when he circles around you like a coy beast, his words teasing, mean, cruel. You cannot recognize him.
And then one day, he finally lunges at you, all of Ajaxâs shyness and delicate affection gone, as he pulls you to his chest.
âI love you,â he says, kissing your neck, and when you recoil and push him away, he gives you a mirthful laugh.
Ultimately, whether you think heâs playing around or you recognize his words as a love declaration and reject it... doesnât really matter; heâs laid his claim now, and the hunt has officially begun.
Pre-Fatui Childe is going to rely on his brute strength to ensure everyone knows who you belong to. Heâll beat your past suitors, friends, and acquaintances into a bloody pulp and drag their unconscious bodies to your doorstep, only to hear your panicked shrieks and cries for help. Heâll toy with your hair as he whispers into your ear, telling you all the ways in which he could hurt your loved ones, describing in detail how torturous their final moments could be. Heâll squeeze his hand around your neck, reminding that your life is in his palm to do as he pleases with.
He is surprisingly elusive as a yandere, and you will probably mistake his âcourtingâ as mean-spirited bullying or just sheer cruelness. Itâs difficult to take any of his flirting as serious, when there so much violence and childish glee surrounding. You think he isnât interested in you, but for whatever reason he craves to see you suffer.
And yet that is your biggest mistake. Dismissing his romancing efforts as a way to terrorize you opens up new venues to corner and manipulate you, something that is exactly what Childe wants.
When you least expect it he is mellower towards you, his touch gentle, his words kind, and itâs difficult not to think of your childhood friend when you look at him. Heâs almost apologetic. He keeps his distance, even if his eyes linger. Heâs nothing like the tyrrant who stalked and oppressed you for years now.
Thatâs not to say you forgive him. You hate him, for all the constant oppression, the fear you lived in. But you are so relieved.
Finally, finally heâs grown bored of you. Finally, you can be free, and move on. Let your friend Ajax go, and forget whatever monster that crawled out of the Abyss with your friendâs face intact.
And yet while Childeâs actions are unpredictable at times, they are always premedidated and carefully planned out. What you may dismiss as a change of heart is another way of manipulating you.
You thank your heavens for the peace and quiet now that Childe has left you be. Around this time heâd probably get initiated into the Fatui, and youâre sure heâs out of your life, for good this time.
It doesnât matter if you stay in Moresepok or leave - your false sense of security will be sure to crumble the moment Childe climbs the ranks and becomes the Harbinger. He has the reputation, power and resources that stretch all across Teyvat, so there isnât a single soul who could hide or challenge him. Just when you feel your safest, your happiest, youâll find Childe at your doorstep.
Just when you tasted hope, freedom, he introduces another layer of fear to your life, that of constant isolation and monitoring.
He takes you back to Moresepok - he has many ways of making you cooperate, from threatening you to threatening your parents and friends, all depending on his mood. He loves to flex his power, in all senses, so he might mock your inability to protect your loved ones as he carries you over his shoulder, laughing at your pitiful thrashing in his hold.
Heâll station Fatui Skirmishers at your door, constantly monitoring you and reporting back to him. Childe makes sure you understand the stakes and what your misbehavior can bring. He knows how to keep you on the leash - after all, heâs known you since childhood, and heâs acutely aware of your dreams, fears, likes, dislikes. There are eyes everywhere, even in Morepesok.
So even when you meet your friends and family, youâre always on the edge of your seat. Heâs not even here, but he still finds a way to make your life miserable. One wrong word, one wrong action could costs someoneâs life. Youâre scared to breathe, even when youâre seemingly by yourself.
Morepesok sees you as his bride, an offering to appease a malevolent god and even those that feel sympathy for your predicament would not dare to cross such an unhinged man.
Running isnât an option, with everyone you hold dear in a hostage situation, without them even knowing. Besides, with so many Fatui diplomats stationed across Teyvat, Childe has eyes and ears all over the land.
He has you wait there for him, stuck in the cramped fishing village you two hated so much growing up, his beloved, his trophy, his only weakness that he could not bare to this world, tucked away safely into a pretty golden cage of his own making.
XIAO
There was little of his youth that Xiao recalled fondly, for it was a life with little purpose, a life of slavery and cruelty. It was perhaps the cruellest twist of fate that he met you, someone he had no right laying eyes on.
The God that called himself Xiaoâs master was bloodthirsty and single-minded, and yet there was a side to him that even Xiao did not know. The God kept a pet, a young and gentle illuminated beast that went by many names, but the name they preferred was (Name), with a pair of steel chains clasped around their ankles.
The two of you were never supposed to meet, or interact. But you bonded over the pain that comes from captivity and loss of agency over oneâs actions. It was a friendship that budded in secret, through hushed conversations and fleeting, tearful glances.
While he did not know this emotion, he soon grew to love the way you managed to smile even after a particularly harsh beating from your Master, the way you thought of games and stories to distract him from pain. He always sat up straight when he heard the rattle of a chain, for it meant you were approaching.
He felt undeserving of your presence, for he was tainted, he was dirty, and someone as radiant as you could not be by his side. Yet you persevered, even after he snapped, threatened, scared you. Nothing would shake your determination, because he was your dear friend, someone who deserved happiness as much as anyone else.
When Morax freed you from this life in captivity, you... changed. Finally out of your cage, away from the oppression of your master, you were so eager to explore, to experience. It wasnât that you left Xiao intentionally - you still cared for him, but it was easy to get lost in the tantalizing city of Liyue, to meet humans, who all adored and revered the kind adeptus that you were.
Xiao thought it was for the best. You deserved happiness, and with him by your side, it was impossible.
He could not understand his emotions, let alone voice them. But he soon found that distancing himself from you was unbearable. He may have suffered through the karmic debt that drove his fellow yakshas to madness and death, but being separated from you was an even crueler sentence, something even he could not live with.
Just this once, he told himself. Iâll just see how theyâre doing, and be on my way.
Unlike Dilucâs, his stalking isnât really malicious. If anything, heâs more of a guardian angel, who protects you from any books that fall off the shelf, or any swift pickpockets. Itâs calming, in a sense, being able to see you, and it becomes a routine that he follows. He does not need you to acknowledge him. Just knowing that heâs making your life better is enough.
There is also a darker feeling brewing within him, one that he is most ashamed of. He loves to see you laugh and smile, truly, he loves to see that youâve adjusted so well after all that youâve been through. You are so happy... Youâve never been so happy with him. You never laughed like this, despite claiming that he was your dearest friend.
Were you acting all the time you spent together? If you were genuine, then why donât you reach for him anymore? Has he become so insignificant in your life you cannot even spare a moment? Heâs in constant pain because he cannot see you, and yet here you are, smiling away in a company of mortals who could never understand you, understand the pain youâve been through?
One day those emotions become too much for him, and he confronts you. Heâs not good at expressing his feelings, his thoughts - thatâs what isolation does to you. Heâs too crude, too demanding, too inconsiderate, and the words do not bend to the warm feelings that he harbors and yet fails to acknowledge. He sounds as though heâs lecturing, his words condescending when he tries to voice his concerns, his sadness over not being able to see you as much; it sounds as though he is disgusted by how easily you embraced the mortals, even though he means to say he misses your warmth.
Heâs not sure what heâs expecting from you, but itâs certainly not the anger he gets.
You donât have the right to tell me how to live my life, you tell him - and in your own mind, perhaps youâre not even speaking to Xiao, but to the Monster God who enslaved and humiliated you for so long. Those old wounds flare up, and youâre directing the anger at Xiao, the only one who could withstand your fury.
Xiao... dislikes seeing you like this. He enjoys stability in his ever turbulent life. There is so little that brings him joy - and you were one of those little aspects of his life he would preserve and tuck away into his memory whenever darkness ensnared him. And yet (Name) was gone. Gone was the submissive, gentle, kind-hearted (Name) he knew. The one who stands in front of him is abrasive and mean, one who sneers and glares at him.
(Name) would never be this way, Xiao thinks. The real (Name) would hate the person you became. But itâs alright, itâs not your fault. The mortals have corrupted you. Heâs heard it before, from others - that adepti and mortals should not mix, for there is nothing they have in common. And it must be true.
He realizes that slaughtering the mortals you associate with at the moment would change little, as mortals are disposable, and youâd find new ones. Instead, he has to take you away. It is his duty as your friend.
The first time he puts chains on you is by accident. Maybe you struggled too much, perhaps you even hurt yourself - and when he secures the chain around your ankle, he promises heâll take it off as soon as you calm down.
And yet when he comes to see you again, heâs taken aback.
Youâre tearful and trembling, your bottom lip quivering, your knees pulled up to your chest. You turn to beg him to take the chain off, tears streaming down your face.
You look so scared, so broken, so submissive.
He tries to comfort you, and you melt into his touch, trembling in his hold, muttering words he cannot understand. Perhaps itâs the memories flooding back, all triggered by the clattering of the chain. Perhaps itâs the sinking understanding itâs all come full circle now.
Xiao hates to see you like this, he truly does. And yet when he looks at you like this, so pliant in his arms, he cannot help but think -
Finally, finally, his (Name) is back.
He knows that this is wrong, but he promises this is just for the time being. As soon as the corruption that you suffered in the presence of those mortals is wiped off, as soon as you come back to your senses, come back to him, he will let you go.
And yet his thoughts and desires fester. He hates himself, he truly does, and you hate him. So what if you hated him a little bit more? It hardly matters anymore. Itâs not like you would ever forgive him, as even he cannot forgive himself...
So if it meant he could forever keep you by his side, he didnât mind sinking further into depravity.
How can he resist, when you look so very lovely for him, a cute obedient pet?
KAEYA
Your meeting is a coincidence, and a cruel one at that. Two wayward children that are too eager to explore the world for their own good, bonding over a mutual sense of curiosity, and childlike boredom.
Kaeya is fascinating, and there isnât a second that goes to waste when the two of you are together. He asks to keep your friendship a secret, and it adds a thrill of sorts - a promise sealed by blood. He makes it out to be a game, making up just enough half-truths and half-lies, borrowing from ancient stories and drunkardsâ tales to keep you coming back to him.
To him, you are special from the very beginning of your friendship. For the first time since he came to Dawn Winery, he felt like belonged. For the first time in his life, he felt as though something belonged to him. Not to Master Crepus, not to Diluc, but to him. It was an intoxicating feeling, and his chest would flutter at the mere thought of you. Thatâs why he felt justified in hiding you away from the world.
He tries to monopolize you even before you rejected his feelings. He gets clingy and sad when you want to spend time with your family and friends. He doesnât have any of that - donât you feel bad? He is foreign to this world, bound to be rejected. He only has you. So why wonât you spend some more time with him? After all, seeing you is the highlight of his day. Just for a little longer... Didnât you say you always had fun when playing with him?
Itâs difficult to say no to the teary-eyed Kaeya. You do feel bad for him, so you relent, just this once. Little do you know, it only fuels his obsession, his dependence on you.
He puts his brand on you. The games you play together youâre not allowed to play with other people, the things you talk about youâre not allowed to discuss with other friends. Youâre not a traitor, are you? You care about Kaeya, so why would you do things that hurt him so much? Youâve not been spending a lot of time with him recently... Youâre not a very good friend, are you, (Name)? Unlike Kaeya, whoâs ready to drop everything to be at your beck and call...
The transition to a romantic relationship is not abrupt. He becomes more affectionate, and his words gain a romantic tone as you two grow older, but youâre far too deep in his manipulations to even realize.
And then heâs confessing to you with such a tender gaze, brushing your hair behind your ear to lean in for a kiss - only for you to turn your head, and his lips to land on your clammy cheek.
Does not take your rejection well. Heâs already been abandoned so many times, plucked from his home at a young age and inserted into a world that rejects his very existence. He is entitled to have you. After all, he is addicted now. You let him monopolize your life, you came back after he made his feelings so clear - you clearly want this. You have to take responsibility for making him yearn for you like this, as though youâre the only oxygen he can breathe.
He is not one for force or kidnapping - he works best when it comes to manipulating, deceiving, lying and framing. Just like Childe, he has the money, and the power to make everyone turn their back on you.
Unlike Childe, his motivation is less a flex of power and sadism, but more the need to show you how he feels. You really hurt him, so itâs only fair that you realize your mistake... And the only way for you to understand how much he depends on you, is for you to understand what itâs like to live as Kaeya - to be alienated, abandoned, rejected. Lovers and friends bond over similar experiences, donât they? Perhaps youâll be more sympathetic with him after going through something similar yourself.
Youâve settled in Mondstadt, with your own circle of friends, a profession of your choice, and a decent reputation. And yet for someone like Kaeya, it is not difficult to take all of that away from you. A few rumours, a few unfortunate events - a fire engulfing all houses surrounding yours, stabbings of people that had dealings with you - and your luck turns around. It all seems like a coincidence, unfortunate coincidence - and yet the people that surround you begin to dwindle. No one wants to take chances.
He enjoys seeing you crumble down, because he thinks you deserve to suffer after what youâve done to him. How could you reject him, knowing everything about him? He is surprisingly brittle at heart, and any harsh word youâve ever said to him will fester. At the end of the day, he does love you unconditionally. He is doing all of this for you  - both of you, to be exact.
One can only know true happiness after theyâve known pain and suffering, Kaeya tells himself, tells you, or intends to tell you when you are finally in his arms.
Depending on your resilience, Kaeya might employ even crueler means of making you crumble. If youâre still standing, still trying to push against all odds, still hopeful, heâll turn to framing and rumours that could land you in prison - you are a thief, a liar, a crook, a common whore that tries to break families apart. It is not difficult to falsify evidence, especially when you have no one to back you up. People curse you and spit at you whenever they see you. You are a disgrace to the city.
These rumours spread across Teyvat, and people frown at the very mention of your name. There is nowhere for you to go. There is no one to turn to.
Itâs possible that you wonât even pin the blame on Kaeya. It is all meticulously planned, to the point it does look like youâve been cursed. Itâs all a game to Kaeya, and he watches with amusement as you play into his hands.
Everyone has shunned and abandoned you. You are now an unwelcome outsider to the city, by no fault of your own.
Thatâs when Kaeya finally swoops in, like a vulture scavenger.
Youâre sobbing to your knees, a street beggar whose skin has turned blue from rocks and pebbles thrown your way by town folk. Now, he thinks, you finally understand.
He can make it better, he promises. Oh, and he can make it so much worse.
You are his everything, and heâs your everything now, too.
DILUC
One could say that Diluc was born with the world itself in his palm. His world has the best of Sumeruâs scholars doting on him, tastiest snacks from Liyue served at breakfast, lunch and dinner, intricate toys imported all the way from Fontaine...
It isnât until Diluc meets you, the humble maidservantâs child, that he realizes how much he has been missing.
You have nothing, but you weave a one-of-the-kind world with your stories, dreams and hopes. And itâs mesmerizing. He could spend the entire day listening to you. The second he wakes up, heâs already pulling at your motherâs sleeve to ask if you can play today.
I donât think the friendship would even be toxic at the very beginning. There is a slight power disbalance between the two of you, but the only time that Diluc uses it is by accident. Your mother tells you to keep your distance, as this the Masterâs son youâre speaking to - and yet Diluc grabs you by the hand and tells you to come play with him. You canât really say no...
Heâs not malevolent or pushy towards you, perhaps only starry-eyed and delusional. He thinks you two will always be together, and all of your gentle reminders fall deaf on his ears. Diluc doesnât even declare his love - or a childhood fascination, crush - because he thinks itâs obvious how he feels about you.
The situation turns sour when Master Crepus passes away. Dilucâs world has been shaken to the core, and heâs lost everything he knew. He tries desperately to piece his world back together, but he knows it is not possible. Diluc knows one person who can fix this, though. The person who could weave a new world from nothing.
So while subconsciously, he desires to have you because he associates you with his childhood happiness, because he obsesses over you and wants to have you all of himself, he would never admit that. He does admit that he obsesses over your safety, because he cannot bear to lose another person close to him.
He confronts you about the danger surrounding Mondstadt - Abyss Order, Dvalinâs attacks, drunkards and thieves in the streets, incompetent knights of Favonius. While he would not outwardly voice his love for you, him expressing his concern and asking you to come with him to Dawn Winery is his love declaration. And rejecting this request is the same as rejecting his love.
Itâs not that surprising that you donât want to be with him. Heâs overbearing and nothing like the sweet Diluc that you were friends with. When heâs telling you about the danger, when heâs demanding you come with him, he feels more like a Master talking to a servant.
Your rejection will spur him into a different kind of action. Heâs not as malevolent as the rest, so at first, heâs really just keeping tabs on you, making sure you are safe. But in truth, he is merely gathering evidence that he needs to justify his immoral actions later on. He needs proof that youâre in danger, and that youâre incompetent. You cannot survive without him.
It can be small things really - maybe you burn your hand on the stove, or overslept your shift. Maybe you ran into a rowdy bunch of drunks. Maybe you skipped a meal or two, or stayed up late to finish some work.
And even though that is completely normal for an adult, in Dilucâs eyes this justifies him taking stronger action in regards to your welfare, your safety. These things never happened when you were children, after all. These things never happened when you were in his care.
Then something major happens in your life - maybe you lose your job, or your house catches on fire... on accident, of course. Heâs not kidnapping you - heâs taking you with him, even if itâs against your will.
Itâs not an imprisonment situation at first, and the situation does not look dire. Heâs just asked you to stay in Dawn Winery for the time being, and he is being reasonable. Youâre staying there, as a guest. Youâre allowed outside. Youâre allowed to talk to the servants.
But Dilucâs mind is constantly perceiving threats, even if there are none. The threat can range from external threats to your wellbeing, to threats that come from you - such as you running or leaving. Once again, he justifies why heâs introducing these new restrictions to your life.
Now youâre restricted to staying indoors, now youâre locked up in a single room, now youâre tied to the bed. Itâs for your own good. Itâs for your own safety. And it just gets worse.
In some sense, heâs still seeing (Name), the young child who played with him in the outdoor garden. A child who is incapable of making decisions, a child who does not know better. So heâs the one deciding for you... And he doesnât even feel like discussing these decisions with you, because, why would he need to? Itâs not like parents discuss their decisions with children.
His infantilization of you grows even worse when he has a taste of power over you. He wants to mould you back into the perfect version of you - not someone who thrashes and throws insults at him every time you two spend time together, but instead someone doting, submissive.
He justifies hurting you, for a good cause. Just as dogs need discipline at times, you need to understand whatâs appropriate, and whatâs best for you. So he trains you, rewarding you for good behavior, and punishing you for being bad. Just because you punish your dog does not mean you love it any less, does it?
As your childhood best friend, he knows all of your inner workings. Your fears and desires, things that make you laugh, cry and scream. And heâs not afraid to manipulate that knowledge, to the cruelest extent. He will capitalize on the things that make you scream with fear to ensure you do the things he wants you to do, and say the things he wants to hear.
Are you scared of the dark? Heâll lock you in the cellar until you apologize for cursing at him, and will only let you go back upstairs when you tell him you love him. Scared of small places? Heâll squeeze you into a box until youâre clawing your way out, telling him how much you love to be held by him, and asking for more.
Heâs deluded enough to believe your words, even when your face is raw with tears. You are creating the perfect world for him. Nothing really changed from when you were young - he still needs you by his side, more now than ever... Canât you see you were made to be his?
Even when he quite literally tries to break your spirit and train you out of the more... bothersome... personality traits, he still manages to justify all of his actions. He is doing this for you. For your safety. After all, if you go running your potty mouth at some bandits, they may hurt you or worse... Not that youâre ever going outside again.
He will craft you into a perfect little doll, the very centre of his world. And he will make you happy, he is the only one who can make you happy...
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Hii!! Can i requests hurt/comfort! Uzui scenario with s/o she! pronouns which is insecure because of all his wives she has the smalles chest and she thinks Tengen likes her the least because of that. Like she thinks that's the only reason she's the least attractive wife. It can be either nsfw or sfw whatever to your preferences
Thank you and have a nice day!!
thank you for your request - tengen is *chef's kiss*
warning: a tiny bit of smut'ering
You really tried not to think about it.
And yet at the same time, it was too difficult to ignore. Whenever you stood next to Suma, Makio, and Hina, the difference between your builds became glaringly obvious. And while the three women stood proud and tall, you were often hunched over, fiddling with the ornaments adorning your sleeves.
Itâs a particularly nasty remark from one of the lower rank demon slayers that stings particularly hard.
âTengen seems to have a type,â he jokes. âAll three of his wives are gorgeous!â
âThereâs four of us, actually,â Suma pipes in.
The recruit turns to look at you with a dumbfounded expression, quickly getting flustered. âO-Oh, my apologies! I, uh, I did not realize youâre one of the wives too. Y-Youâre very pretty, as well!â
You nod meekly to acknowledge his half-hearted compliment, but your eyes are already welling up with tears.
It hurts. You swallow painfully, darting off before Makio can pull you back by your sleeve. You donât want anyone to see you crying. That recruit was right - theyâre all so wonderful, so beautiful, and well, with certain assets that you lack. Why did Tengen even marry you? Youâre clearly not his type. He must be forcing himself to be nice to you, because he is so considerate of your feelings. He probably doesnât even find you attractive.
Isnât it only natural to have the least favorite one among his wives?
You find yourself near an abandoned warehouse when you finally collapse from exhaustion, tears welling up in your eyes. Pulling your knees to your chest, you sob into the fabric of your clothes, but those awful thoughts keep gnawing away at your sanity. At some point, you pass out, too heartbroken and exhausted to carry on.
Itâs late into the evening when you finally stir, and you gasp when you meet Tengenâs eyes, shining sharply in the moonlight. Itâs already too late to hide from him - your eyes have been rubbed raw with tears, and your hair has turned into an absolute mess.
âSuma, Makio, and Hina caused quite the ruckus earlier,â he says, in an uncharacteristically serious tone. âCanât believe my girls just jumped a single recruit and beat him bloody.â
You hang your head. Now they will be in trouble - because of you. Perhaps you really are a misfortune to this family, you think as new tears prick at the corners of your eyes.
âTo top it all off,â Tengen continues, as he crouches down to look you in the eye. âWhen I come back, I hear that my (Name) has run off somewhere. Not exactly flamboyant of you lot.â
He waits for you to talk patiently, but youâre unable to face him, counting the old floorboards that line the terrace. There are so many things you could tell him, or you could just brush it all off. Perhaps that would be for the best. And yet as soon as you open your mouth, all reason leaves your sense.
âYou should divorce me,â your voice comes out choked, your shoulders shaking from pitiful sobs.
You donât have the heart to gaze up at Tengen, but you can try to imagine how his face looks. Relieved? Surprised, but thankful you were the one to suggest it? Happy he does not have to pretend to like you anymore?
Heâs quiet for a moment, and completely still.
âDivorce?â he mirrors your words, his tone flat and void of emotion.
âY-Yes...â you sob, burying your face in your palms. Before you know it, all of those ugly thoughts spill from your lips like curses. âI know that you donât like me... I-Iâm not your type... Iâm nothing like them, so you- you must hate me. I hate that youâre forcing yourself to be with me because you have to. And I-"
âForce myself to be with you..?â you see his fist clench. â(Name), where is this coming from? Was it that... rascal? Did he say something foolish to you?â
Tengen's springing to his feet in an instant, and you recognize a murderous aura surrounding him. Youâve known him long enough to realize how dangerous it would be to let him go now - so you rise to stop him, your small hands clinging to his muscular arm.
âTengen, please...â you plead with him, gazing up through your wet eyelashes.
His expression softens immediately, tense muscles relaxing under your gentle hold. Before you can lower your gaze again, he snatches your chin and pulls you against his chest, eyes soft, but focused.
âThen tell me,â he frowns. âWhat about you could possibly not be my type?â
You try to wiggle away, but his hold is firm.
â(Name),â he cautions, and you realize there is no getting out of this.
âM-My chest,â you spill, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment. You hope the ground will open up and swallow you whole.
âYour... chest?â he tilts his head to the side in confusion. âMy sweet girl, have you gone mad?â
âI-Itâs small!â your hands clench at your sides, your bottom lip quivering as you refuse to face your husband. âCompared to the rest of the girls, I-â
Tengen presses his thumb against your lips and hums in contemplation.
âI see,â he hums. âThere has been an oversight on my part.â
Youâre about to ask what he means, and yet before you know it, Tengenâs grabbing you and hoisting you over his shoulder. You squeak, hitting him on the shoulder weakly, but he merely chuckles.
âIâll just have to show how much I love you... in the most flamboyant manner possible.â
He doesnât bother taking you home as he strolls to the abandoned warehouse, dropping you off on one of the crates. You squeak as you fall and tremble as he looms over you, a trademark smirk gracing his features.
âT-Tengen...â you whimper as he nuzzles the crook of your neck, his rough hands raking down your body. âWe canât... Not here... What if someone walks in?â
You gasp when his calloused hands slip under your clothes, kneading and caressing your chest. âAll the better,â he grins. âLet the whole world know how much I love my wife.â
When his rough kisses trail down to your chest, youâre already a whimpering mess, cheeks impossibly red. Heâs biting, nipping, licking, and sucking, content to just worship you like this for the rest of the evening. He loves how soft you become in his hold, pulling gingerly at his hair, soon turning into a blubbering mess from his undivided attention.
Ever since that evening, heâs become even more attentive towards you! He flaunts you around at every chance he gets, he buys you gifts like cute kimonos that suit your figure and gorgeous lingerie and compliments you every chance he gets. Heâll spoil you until you learn to love your chest as much as he does, and he loves it a lot. At least initially, when the two of you are intimate, he will be surprisingly gentle and romantic, as much as his disposition allows anyways.
When you grow a bit more confident, heâll dress you in the most exquisite, lewd lingerie and have you face the mirror as he has his way with you. Even when youâre out in public, heâll sneakily grope you and whisper something very inappropriate into your ear, making you turn beet-red. Overall, he sees it as his duty to remind you how much he loves you, and make sure you love yourself too!
All of the girls will make sure you grow more confident in your body, too! Whether your relationship is platonic or romantic, they care about you a lot, and they find you absolutely stunning. Suma is always there to nuzzle you, remarking how youâre so cute, so soft, so stunning; Makio will jump at anyone who ever compares you in an insensitive manner; whereas Hina will give you the most heartfelt compliments.
Overall, everyone in your family adores you so much, any kind of insecurities you have will be rooted out with love and care before you know it!
helllo! i would like to request venti, albedo, gorou and zhongli reaction headcanons. situation is - they are (separately ofc) in relationship with reader for some time and everything seems normal. but thn something happens that makes them realize - their s/o is borderline obsessed with them and can't imagine a life without them. not necessary in yandere way. i hope my request is okay, but please let me know if something is wrong - i will request something else :3
im not sure if this is what you wanted, but i hope you enjoy regardless! and feel free to request again :) thank you!
TW: obsessive love, suicide ideation
ALBEDO
Due to his lack of romantic experience, Albedo does not find your tendencies particularly weird.
And yet, he becomes warier when your visits to Dragonspine grow more prolonged and more frequent.
It was a trip to Mondstadt that cemented his concern - as he was relaying some of the tasks to Sucrose and Timaeus, the latterâs idle chitchat caught his attention.
âSo much to do this time of the year,â the young man moaned as he lifted one of the crates filled with crafting material. âHow does (First name) manage to do all of their work when they go to see Master Albedo the moment they wake up?â
âThey donât manage,â Sucrose pipes up, but the moment both men turn to look at her, she cast her gaze downwards, fiddling her thumbs. âI heard they got into some trouble at work... An-And well, they do look a little sickly, so itâs clear theyâre pushing themselves too much.â
Albedo cups his chin. âI see that there has been some purchase to my suspicions after all. (First name) has been particularly tight-lipped about this subject - and to be fair, about anything that has to do with their life back in Mondstadt.â
And so in true Albedo fashion, he returned to his camp determined to investigate the issue further.
He noted that youâve been neglectful of your work and hobbies, and even your friends back in Mondstadt. Your physical state had begun to deteriorate due to the exhausting and time-consuming trips to Dragonspine - your eyes were drowsy even after a good nightâs sleep, and you often dozed off on his shoulder as he painted. Lastly, the unforgiving cold had pinched your cheeks rosy and turned your soft, loving lips chapped.
â(First name),â he calls for you on one snowy afternoon, when the two of you snuggle to the cozy fire.
âHmm?â your eyelids flutter as you shift closer to the warmth, feeling somewhat drowsy after the long trip.
âI have some concerns that I would like to discuss with you,â he speaks matter-of-factly, but his chest feels tight, somewhat.
âIâve noticed that youâve been exhibiting some concerning symptoms,â he paused, waiting for you to interject - yet all you did was stiffen at his side, remaining completely silent. âYour physical state had begun to deteriorate under these weather conditions as well as the continuous strain put on your body due to the trips to Dragonspine. Youâve grown to neglect most aspects of your social and professional life in favor of visiting me here at Dragonspine. Tell me, (First name)... Why is that?â
You do not raise your eyes to meet his gaze. If anything, you shrink, cuddling further into the jacket he threw over your shoulders when he greeted you a couple of hours ago.
âDo you want me to leave you be?â your voice is a breezy whisper, almost lost in the distant howl of the snowstorm.
Albedo shakes his head. âThat is not what I mean. I am merely concerned for your wellbeing.â
âYou shouldnât be,â you sniffle. âIâm fine as long as I am with you.â
For a moment, your lover doesnât say anything - he merely gazes down at your hunched-over form, the way your nails pick at the seams of your pants.
His cold hand descends on yours and squeezes. âI am not debating that. And Iâm not suggesting we should part our ways, either. But humans are such curious creatures, (First name). Their satisfaction from life is ultimately contingent on fulfilling a set of needs.â
He gently grazes your cheekbone with his knuckles, and you timidly raise your eyes to meet his. âAnd while one of those needs is certainly the need to love and be loved, there are others you need to satisfy as well. Physical comfort. Safety. A sense of belonging in oneâs community. Respect and recognition for your achievements.â
âAlbedo...â you murmur, opening your mouth to argue, but the alchemist gently shushes you.
âIâm not going anywhere, you know? Iâll always be by your side... So letâs just give it a chance, alright?â his voice is gentle, patient, and you cannot help but nod.
He stays true to his word - he helps you plan certain activities into your day that donât just revolve around him. He wants to help you rediscover things you enjoy, or things the two of you can do together.
With your permission, he also monitors your progress, and most importantly, improvement in your mood and physical health. Heâs rejoiced to share how small changes to your life had helped you to adjust.
He knows that long distances can be difficult, but he is very thoughtful when it comes to relieving your separation anxiety. Whether itâs notes or little gifts that he sends your way, he makes sure to lift your mood throughout the day.
ZHONGLI
Fights with Zhongli were rare.
He was ever composed, ever mature, so even when you made an outlandish demand, he found a way for a compromise. Your happiness was always his priority, and there was nothing that he detested more than the two of you bickering.
But everyone has their flaws, and Zhongliâs just so happened to be his secretive nature, which only fueled the insecurities you had in your relationship with the Archon.
A seemingly harmless argument spiraled out into a nasty fight, both of your voices rising an octave. Curses and insults were exchanged, and old wounds flared up.
âI see,â Zhongliâs lips were pressed tightly together. âSo this is how you truly perceive me. If thatâs the case, thereâs nothing else for us to talk about.â
He was surprisingly elegant when he gathered his coat and gloves, giving you a polite nod - but his composure hurt you even more. The moment the doors closed you collapsed to the floor, letting out a strangled cry.
It hurt. Your entire chest hurt so much you could not breathe, your body cramping from the shaky sobs that did not relent for hours to end.
He hates you. He wonât ever see you again, even if you apologize. Heâs never coming back. Heâs never coming back.
You donât have the strength to get up - whatâs the point, anyway? The cold, damp floor feels inviting, even fitting.
Zhongli cannot keep himself apart from you for long - before he knows it, heâs knocking at your door with a gift and a recited apology.
And yet he freezes the second he sees your fragile form on the ground, unmoving. Before he can even consider what happened, heâs rushing to our side, gathering your limp body in his arms. Youâre breathing - barely - and your entire body is unbearably hot.
A weak whimper slips from your lips as Zhongli cups your cheek, his forehead creasing. âMy dearest... What has happened to you?â
In all those decades under his rule, Liyue had never seen its ruler in a state of sheer panic. And yet as he rushes to the Bubu Pharmacy with you in his arms, his eyes are not focused, his hand quivering on your shoulder.
Baizhu recognizes the severity of the situation immediately and asks Zhongli to lay you down.
âIâve seen this before, on a couple of occasions,â the pharmacist finally speaks as he draws back from your weak form. âWhen a patient experiences intense distress or sorrow, they can collapse into this state. In essence, they undergo so much stress their body collapses in on itself - it shuts down before the patient can exhaust it to the point of death.â
Baizhu gives you another glance before walking to the medicine counter to retrieve something to help your state.
âIt only ever happens in an extraordinary state of distress,â he clarifies in a firmer tone as he rummages through the numerous bottled that clutter his shelves. âIâve only seen it happen to patients that have lost their families in one day. I am curious to hear what could have triggered such a response in (First name).â
Zhongli hangs his head. How could this happen to you? Was it... because of the argument?
â...Regardless,â Baizhu sighs, without pressing the subject any further. âI can give them some medicine to relieve the fever. Yet I cannot offer anything to ease whatever is plaguing their mind.â
âYou have my sincerest gratitude, Baizhu,â Zhongli says. âI will... Stay with them until they wake up.â
You wake up to find Zhongli knelt over by your side, with your hand clasped in his warm palms. Youâre confused to find yourself at the pharmacy, and there is a tangy flavor in your mouth - but none of it matters when you lock your eyes with Zhongliâs.
âI-â your throat clamps up from the tears that well up in your eyes, and you curse yourself for not even being able to speak. The Geo Archon merely caresses your knuckles, his gaze so soft it makes the pit of your stomach flutter.
âDonât speak, my love. You should rest now,â his finger move to your face, lightly grazing your cheekbone. âYou must forgive me for the way I handled our argument before this. I should not have left without resolving it, and I promise that I shall keep this in mind for the future.â
Zhongli stays quiet for a moment, as though trying to collect his thoughts.
âThere is... something else that bothers me. Your current state,â he pauses. âIt was the result of our argument, correct?â
âI thought...â you sniffle, too embarrassed to face Zhongli. âI thought you hated me. I thought Iâd never see you again. And if thatâs the case... It wouldnât matter if I-â
âPlease donât say that my love,â he pulls your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss. âI do not plan to ever leave your side. But your happiness should not be contingent upon me. I recognize it must be difficult for you, so allow me to be your guide for the time being.â
He is gentle when he reassures you his feelings will not fade, and he makes sure to disperse all of the insecurities that eat at away at your heart.
At the same time, he wants you to live your life for yourself!
Itâs very fitting that he recently started his life as a mortal man, so the two of you can find things that you enjoy and things that are meaningful to you together.
I think sometimes he even pushes you to do certain activities and explore certain places on your own. Not because he doesnât want to spend time with you, but because he wants you to learn to be happy on your own as well.
GOROU
It was no secret that your dedication to the General was far greater than your dedication to the Resistance.
You could brave through any battle, any storm to be by his side. But you knew that was not enough. Most of the time you could do nothing but put your faith in him, as his safety hinged merely on his skill and luck to dodge a particularly nasty swing of an axe or a stray arrow.
Kokomi found his reckless determination commendable, his comrades saw him as a shining beckon of bravery, but you, you struggled to fall asleep at night as gruesome visages of Gorou getting hurt or worse plagued your mind.
You did not have the heart to give him the ultimatum, for you knew leaving the Resistance would break his spirit. But the constant anxiety and fear were slowly breaking you apart, too.
It was a particularly taxing battle that finally drove you up to the wall. The enemy had been elusive, the storm was raging on obscuring visibility of the field, and Gorou had charged off on his own.
Your squad were waiting to regroup, caught in a particularly wild bout of the storm. You gazed off to the distance, hoping that the mist would soon part to reveal the familiar lean frame of your General.
And yet it was one of the newer recruits (who fought alongside Gorou) that clambered through the thick mud, his tattered armor revealing several shallow wounds across his chest. He seemed almost sorrowful as he fell to his knees, unable to lock eyes with any of you.
You lunge to his side, your fingers digging into his shoulders. There is certain anxiety bubbling in your chest, perhaps because youâve seen this scenario play out too many times. And you did not like the ending.
âSpeak, soldier,â you urge.
He looks at you, with raw, wet eyes, the bottom of his lip trembling. âI-It was my fault... If only I, if only...â a sob shakes his body. âThe General! He jumped right in front of me... Why did he d-do that? Why did he sacrifice...â
He crumples further into the mud, and you let him. Your face feels numb. You cannot feel your limbs anymore, and the ringing in your ears overtakes the voices of your comrades. They try to reason with you, warn you, threaten you - some try to grab at your tattered armor to stop you, some try to tackle you, but youâre unrelenting.
You charge through the battlefield, through the storm, through the rain of arrows, through enemy war cries. They call you berserker, for you disregard yourself as you lunge forward, eyes set on a distant but certain goal.
Gorou... He always charges at the strongest enemies, clad in his light armor, heâs always the bravest, always one to lay down his life for others... Your eyes are welling up with tears. How could he do this to you? Doesnât he know youâll die if he leaves you alone?
You finally find yourself atop of the cliff, gazing down to a devastated battlefield, and Gorou - leaning against one of his comrades, his expression twisted with pain, but alive. Thatâs when your knees finally buckle and you succumb to the injuries you did not realize you suffered.
Your consciousness has already faded by the time Gorou reaches you, despite his own wounds. He gathers yourself in his arms, appraising your state, desperate calling out for you.
Heâs told you lunged through the enemy camps, straight through the battlefield, and pressed on even as enemy weapons maimed your body just so you could see him. In the camp, the resistance soldiers call you a fox envoy - for who else could have survived such an endeavor?
You wake up to find Gorou by your bedside, his eyes glassed over by tears. For a moment, heâs not sure if he should snatch you into his arms and never let go, or tell you off.
âWhy would you do something so reckless?â His words is meant to be strict and harsh, but his voice wavers, and he nuzzles your hand to his cheek.
âThat is very rich coming from you,â despite your weakened state, you manage to quirk a smile.
âThatâs different!â Gorou protests. âI would never charge through the enemy battlefield. Thatâs a suicide mission.â
You close your eyes, sighing. âMaybe thatâs what I wanted.â
â(First name)!â he springs to his feet, and for a while, the only sound that echoes in the room is the stool thudding against the ground.
âI thought you were dead.â
âThatâs hardly a reason!â
âIt is for me,â you counter, looking him dead in the eye. Perhaps because he can finally see the hurt in your eyes, his ears twitch and droop, and his eyes drop to the floor.
â(First name)...â he settles next to you once more, gingerly reaching for your hand. âYou have to promise you wonât ever do that again. Even if something ever happens to me, I want you to live on.â
Of course, he realizes telling you once is not going to change your perspective. Thatâs why he invites you over to his tent to talk more often, more intimately - about the things that you fear the most, the things that make you anxious, and the things that make you sad.
He understands your feelings - he too could not imagine a life without you by his side, and yet he encourages you to shoo those thoughts away. He cannot be sure heâll live to see the end of this war, but he would hate to see you perish by his side.
After all, youâre one of the main reasons why heâs fighting on! He wants to see you live in a stable, free country.
VENTI
Venti has always been like the wind. Always so quick to sweep you off your feet, and yet ever elusive. Even when the two of you started dating, he retained a fair share of freedom - which you did not mind!
But a mind has a tendency to fester, especially when negative thoughts are not expressed.
It was a late Sunday afternoon when Venti received an unpleasant letter, that requested his immediate presence in Liyue. It had something to do with Archons and the dealings of Celestia, and as much as he wanted to forget those responsibilities, he knew better than to refuse the invitation.
He had to depart immediately - so he left you a quick note and gathered his travel essentials.
Regrettably, such messages sometimes do not reach the intended recipient; and in your case, that is what happened.
In your eyes, Venti had been gone for days now, and no one in Mondstadt knew where he went. It was one of the off-handed comments by a Knight of Favonius that stung particularly hard. Frustrated by you constantly visiting their headquarters to inquire about your loverâs whereabouts, he snapped:Â âWell, itâs pretty clear what happened isnât it? How long are you going to be in denial?â
âIâm not sure what you mean,â you stuttered, taken aback by his hostility.
âHe grew bored of you! Have you ever seen a loyal bard? They thrive off of women and men and alcohol. If he chains himself down to you, how will he find inspiration to write and sing?â
You hated the fact that those words ate away at your thoughts, and that before nightfall you set out to Springvale with nothing but your tattered garbs.
You did not prepare food rations, weapons, traveling clothes - after all, it wasnât as though you had a purpose. You only meant to wander around, perhaps to ease the sorrow, perhaps to forget. Did it even matter what happened to you now that Venti wasnât around?
Your strength began to wane eventually, and you did not find it in yourself to go back to Mondstadt. Perhaps it was fitting to pass away inconspicuously like this.
The Anemo Archon did not find it difficult to locate you, yet you did not stir even at his presence. A pitiful sight you were, your clothes and skin-clad in dirt and rainwater, eyes sunken from exhaustion.
He gently cupped your cheek, caressing your skin with his thumb. âOh, (First name)... What are you doing here, all alone...â
Your eyes crack open at the sound of his voice, and you blink - once, twice - refusing to believe Venti came back.
âWhy would you put yourself through this?â he asks again, in the most gentle manner.
âV-Venti,â you breathe, eyelashes coated with tears. âI-I thought you left, so I-â
âOh, (First name),â he draws you into a hug, and you find yourself whimpering into the soft fabric of his coat. âWhy would I ever leave my muse? My one and only star? Would you prefer Iâd put my love for you in another song?â
You giggle through tears, burying yourself further into his embrace.
âAnd yet,â he eases his hand down your back, as though to prepare you for a less pleasant talk. âYou should never put such a strain on yourself, (First name). No matter what happens, you and your wellbeing should always come first.â
âI could not imagine a life without you,â you whimper. It was true.
âAs I cannot imagine a life without you,â he replied. âBut you need to promise me that your safety will always come first. Would you not want me to do the same?â
After that incident, Venti is even more attentive to your needs, especially the emotional ones. He wants to show how unconditional his love is - he borrows from old bards and creates songs of his own, he writes short poems and leaves them at your bedside, he murmurs sweet words into your ear when you unexpectedly run into each other on the streets.
He does encourage you to voice your thoughts as well, so he can help you cope with the overwhelming love and attachment you feel. It brings the two of you even closer together, and he wants you to always see him as someone you can come to in distress.
Heâll do everything in his power to make sure you can give a piece of love you feel for him for yourself instead! He wants to be sure you will never compromise your wellbeing or safety for his sake. After all, he adores you, and will not take any compromises.
I LOVE THE VAMPIRE ASK WITH KAEYA AND CHILDE THAT WAS TATSTEY TO READ MMMM
can i request smth similar with diluc, thoma, kazuha and/or gorou my beloveds ?
the anon from before was kinda correct ! vampires are kinda like mosquitos, they have a special lil chemical thingy they can . . . uh . rub ? lick ??? to a person to lessen the pain of the bite !! so its kinda up to the vamp if they want the bite to hurt or not !
in addition to that, idk if this is actual vampire thing, but i read an interesting thing about vamp bites. basicwlly, if the vamp flirt and seduce the victim before biting, the blood would taste sweeter. if the vamp scares the victim before biting, the blood would taste a lil bitter. if the vamp just jumped in on the victim and drinks their blood, it'll taste disgusting
so basically,
imagine the 4 of those gensh men above (or kne of them, i just wanna read smth abt they) getting flirted with by the reader and then the reader went its free real estate and Then chomped them ?
or or
a usually flirty vamp! reader tugging on their sleeve, shyly explaining their condition and asking for a lil nibble đ„șđ„ș promise to be gentle and not take alot đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș but then suddenly om nom nom its dinner time and i havent ate anything in Months i starve đđđ they drink them up til theyre very slightly lightheaded and then reader just cutely apologizes tee hee so sowwy đ„șđ„ș mwah ty bae you tasted awesome đđ
SORRY I HAVE A FASCINATION WITH VAMPIRESSJRIRUHWUWJFGKDKMF
A/N: thank you for the request - i'm so happy to hear you liked the previous one <3 i really hope the boys not occ i really tried. also my thoma thirst is not quenched still someone stop me.
you can call me yae from now on because i love torturing gorou lmao
THOMA
It was a lazy day at the Kamisato estate - well, lazy for you at least, because Thoma has been breaking a sweat since early morning to dust and organise the attic.
Your visit was a bit of a surprise to him, and he fused around trying to find you a place to sit, apologizing that youâll have to wait until he finishes the job - heâll do his best to finish quickly! He already hates that he has to make you wait. Heâll treat you to an extra tasty meal, and you two can do whatever you like for the rest of the day!
...Unbeknown to him, you just really enjoyed watching him work. The little grunts escaping his throat whenever he lifts something particularly heavy, the flex of his muscles as he reaches to clean cobwebs, and the way he leans back when heâs finished, admiring his work with a satisfied glint in his eyes...
Thoma, of course, is oblivious. He is amazing at multitasking, swiftly cleaning up the mess of discarded and antique items that must have aged back to Ayakaâs and Ayatoâs childhood, while at the same time keeping you engaged. Yet he cannot see the hungry glint in your eyes.
Heâs so chatty, asking all about your day, cracking a few jokes, already planning where you two can go next. But you are not exactly responsive. How could you be, when there is such intense hunger clouding your thoughts? Two kinds of different hunger, to be exact.
Youâre salivating at that point, but Thomaâs so concerned with dusting the shelves clean he doesnât even glance at you. Time passes by slowly, but you endure it, for you know youâll have your reward at the end.
As the two of you prepare to leave, you are first to step on the wobbly stairs - and unfortunately for you, the old wood splinters under your foot, making you lose balance. You yelp, but before you can tumble downstairs, Thoma swiftly catches you in his arms.
âOh Archons, (First name), you really ought to be more careful,â concern is knitted across his forehead, hands grasping firmly on your shoulders lest you tumble down or slip again. âThat could have really hurt, yâknow?â
You settle your hand on his bicep for more stability, craning your neck to look at him with innocent eyes.
âThereâs no reward without a risk,â you smirk as you give his bicep a squeeze, and he struggles to maintain the expression of a lecturing parent as he gazes down at you.
Thoma clears his throat when he finally composes himself.
â(First name), Iâm being serious!â
âI am too,â you chuckle mischievously, leaning into his chest, with your lips inches away from his exposed neck. His hold on your loosens as he melts in your embrace, and you two are silent for a moment, as the wind rakes across the roof - another one of Inazumaâs infamous storms raging outside.
âYouâre hardly ever serious,â he whispers finally, gathering the strength to nudge your body away so he can climb downstairs. And yet true to his word, you playfully blow a huff of hot air against his exposed throat, stopping him in his tracks. â(F-First name)!â
You can feel his body heating up, and your hands itch to explore further, and in a far more daring manner - yet before you can get any more mischievous thoughts, Thoma seizes you firmly by the shoulders to pull you back.
â(First name), this is your health and safety weâre talking about, and you're not listening at all... Don't you understand? The last thing I want is you injured on my watch. How do you think Iâd be able to live with that? This is why I asked you to stay downstairs - itâs dangerous here.â
You chuckle, your fingers returning to absentmindedly trace the outlines of his flexed bicep, slowly making your way to his collarbone. He opens his mouth to speak again, but you beat him to it.
âOh sweet Thoma,â you can see him swallow hard as your fingers finally brush against the exposed skin of his collarbone. âYou say that when you know so well itâs torture for me to be apart from you. Though I must say being near you is just as torturous - donât you think I deserve a little reward for being so well behaved?â
He doesnât answer when your fingertips start brushing against his throat, but you can feel him shiver under your touch, his own hold on you loosening. You take that as an invitation as you press your body into his, pushing him to the wall, admiring the gently flushed expression on his face.
âWe... really shouldnât be doing this here, (First name)...â he murmurs breathlessly as your fingers grasp the side of his throat, thumb tracing the delicate veins of his neck. âMiss Kamisato, might...ah...see usâ
He finally crumbles when your lips descend just below his ear, nibbling and licking to prepare him for your feast.
âLetâs try to stay quiet then, okay?â you chuckle to the side of his throat. âAfter all, Iâd hate someone to ruin our time together. Iâm really enjoying you like this... up against the wall, all for me to enjoy.â
And when your dainty little fangs sink into him, his hand shoots up to muffle moans threatening to spill out - as just downstairs, Ayaka is calling out for him, confused as to where her housekeeper has gone.
By the time youâre done preparing for your feast, Thoma probably thinks he cannot possibly feel any better than he already is - thatâs when you sink your dainty fangs into him, and a new world unravels before him.
He tries, he does try his best to stop the little grunts and moans from spilling, but itâs difficult - not when youâre so close to him, your scent and warmth enveloping him, making him drunk on your presence alone.
Heâs so glad he has the wall behind him to lean on - otherwise, heâs sure his knees would buckle and heâd crumble to the ground.
When youâre finished, heâs lightheaded, but starry-eyed. He cups your cheek and draws you in for a kiss - his own blood still fresh on your lips.
Thoma loves being useful to you, so like Childe, he will push his body to its limits if it means helping you with your thirst. Unlike Childe, his behavior does not stem from possessiveness - it stems from the need to care for and nurture you... And from a slightly more selfish lens, he does enjoy the process very much :)
Because your condition isnât something heâs ever heard about, expect to be pampered. Regardless of whether youâre stronger than an average human or if you really are quite fragile without blood, he is going to ensure all of your needs are met and you do not need to lift a finger yourself. Probably at this point has a rota or something to ensure you never miss your feeding sessions (not because he enjoys them or anything itâs just so you donât faint, he promises!)
He will keep your secret with his life, and he gets extremely panicked if anyone asks about the bruises on his neck or if anyone wonders aloud about any of your vampire traits (e.g. your little fangs peeking out when you smile, or your lack of appetite for human food etc). The danger of being caught while you are feeding does kinda add to the pleasure of the whole act, so even though he may deny it vehemently, his sweet little whimpers give it away completely.
KAZUHA
The Crux is unusually silent at night, with most of the crew snoozing away in their quarters - and you donât expect to encounter anyone on the main deck, other than a napping sailor thatâs supposed to be keeping watch.
So you are surprised to see Kazuha of all people leaning against the taffrail, observing the moon with a sombre expression. You turn to leave, not in the best state to see anyone, or to be seen, and yet Kazuha calls out for you, inviting you to join him.
It is difficult to turn him down, so you decide to join him, even for a little while. He is polite and pleasant, or perhaps he cannot see how bad your shape is - Kazuha merely comments about how mesmerizing the moonlight appears tonight -Â âThey say that a wandererâs life can be difficult and lonely, and I suppose there is some truth in that saying. And yet it is the scenery of the sky - the moonlight that peaks even through the darkest of clouds - that reminds me we all live under the same sky. And so in those days when my heart aches from loneliness, I look up at the moon to remember that those dear to me will always be close, no matter where I go.â
You do not agree - the moon for you is an omen, of your own diabolic nature, and under the faint silver light your hunger grows even more ravenous. The journey took longer than you expected, and you did not have the time to feed properly - and so you were stuck in a ship without the means to leave, and without the means to feed.
The waves beat weakly against the hull as the two of you stand side by side in silence - you, gripping on the handrail for your dear life as your vision continues to spin and blur, and Kazuha, in his own silent contemplation.
The ship wobbles unexpectedly, and your feet fumble until your shoulder knocks against Kazuhaâs. You try to murmur out an apology, but you feel so sick, so weak.
Itâs Kazuha who helps you stay on your feet - his gentle, but firm hand grips your forearm.
âMy suspicions must be correct, then,â he murmurs as he helps you lean against the handrail, both of his hands settling on each side to cage you. Itâs almost as though he knows you would duck and run - youâve already evaded this conversation multiple times whenever Kazuha subtly brought it up, and it appears tonight he wants to learn the truth - all of it.
âHah...â you give him a weak chuckle. âCanât escape the wandererâs scrutinizing eye. I suppose you did say you have excellent senses - after all, you need to sense danger long before it draws near.â
He gives you an easy, knowing smile. âYou are correct in some regard - though, if I am to be truthful, I just have a tendency of being more perceptive when it comes to you. Is it not only natural to be curious of that which mesmerizes you?â
Your gazes clash for a mere moment - you avert your eyes first, and heave a deep sigh.
âNow that the catâs out of the box, you really should be more careful around me, Kazuha. I... I am not exactly in the state where I can promise your safety.â
âSafety... What a peculiar thing to promise to a wanderer,â he tilts his head to the side, trying to catch your gaze, yet you vehemently try to escape it. âCanât even look me in the eye anymore? I wouldnât have thought you despise me that much. But if my presence is causing you so much distress,â he gently pushes himself off the handrail, taking a step back. âI suppose I will have to take my leave.â
Your hand shoots up to grasp his sleeve faster than you can process your actions. You know itâs wrong, to be so selfish, so greedy, but you cannot stomach the idea of him leaving you all alone under the scrutinizing moonlight.
âKazuha...â you gently pull at his sleeve, finally mustering up the courage to gaze up at him. âPlease.â
You did not take Kazuha to have a mean bone in his body - but you suppose it did frustrate him, the fact you kept your secret so well hidden, the fact that you never came to confide in him when he has unveiled his feelings and secrets to you.
For a second, he lingers, the same, composed smile on his face. He takes a step towards you almost abruptly, squeezing your body between him and the handrail.
âHearing you call out like that for me...â he gently brushes a strand of your hair behind your ear. âIt truly warms my heart beyond belief.â
Your cheeks heat up at his gentle touch, and you are not sure what to do with yourself, your fingers still clasped tightly over his ormented sleeve.
âCome now, (First name), we shouldnât delay any longer, lest anyone finds us.â
With his hand still on your cheek, he gently guides you to his neck, where your lips press against his soft skin. You can barely stop yourself from biting down right away, so enthralled by his scent. And yet when your nibble on his skin, twirling your tongue and sucking ever so gently, it is Kazuha who stiffens, as though trying to control himself.
âIâll only take a little,â you murmur into the crook of his neck, kissing the side of his throat greedily, as though to prolong your time in his embrace.
âTake as much as you desire,â Kazuha replies in a breathless tone, perhaps too far gone himself to be the voice of reason.
You realize that you must have drank too much when Kazuhaâs hands move from your body to the shipâs handrail on each of your sides, to ensure he does not crush you under his weight.
Youâre immediately panicked - apologizing that your hunger clouded your better judgement, going on tangents to explain yourself and chastising him for letting you feed on him after youâve been starved for so long - yet Kazuha soon presses his finger to your lips, gently shushing you.
He gazes at you lovingly, longingly, before enveloping his arms around you, and thanking you for trusting him.
Needless to say, after that night your relationship changes completely. There are a lot of tender, long gazes that you two share, gentle brushes of his fingers across yours when you think no oneâs watching (donât worry, Beidou is always watching).
Every time you need to feed, itâs very intimate and sensual - this is Kazuha weâre talking about. He does see your condition in an almost romantic light, as it was your hunger that brought the two of you together. Anytime you may feel insecure about your place in the world, anytime you grow to hate yourself for the parasitical tendencies, it is Kazuha presses his forehead to yours and smiles, chasing those thoughts away with his thoughtful words and gentle touches.
If you ever feel bad about biting him, he will sit you down in his lap and let his mischievous side take over - he will nibble, suck and bite your neck, claiming that now the two of you are equal.
GOROU
The camp was peaceful that morning, perhaps because no one dared to step a foot outside when such a bad storm was raging on. Which only worked to your advantage, as you found Gorou all alone, albeit preoccupied with the newly drafted battle plans.
He greets you joyfully - perhaps too joyfully for his own liking, as his tail starts wagging and his cheeks heat up. Gorou clears his throat and invites you to take a seat - he will only be a minute.
A minute turns into a couple, then into half an hour, and then into an hour... You sigh as you rest your cheek on your palm, watching how focused Gorou is on the pieces of paper in his hands. Of course, you cannot blame him - you know how important this is, you know itâs always âthe bigger pictureâ, and you know he cannot disappoint those who put their trust in him...
...And yet you cannot help but pout when he does not give you the attention you deserve.
When you run out of patience, you circle around and hoist yourself onto his desk right in front of him, where you know he will not be able to ignore you. Gorouâs eyes flicker to you in confusion, ears twitching, and he lowers the battle plans to his lap.
His first reaction is to try to get you off his desk, as it could be regarded as rather inappropriate, and the last thing he wants are rumours spreading across the camp - and yet you are not budging, not even when he takes you by your hands in an effort to pull you off.
You merely use the chance to pull him closer to you, pressing his warm palm to your cheek.
â(F-First name)!â his cheeks are already heating up as he splutters, trying to withdraw his hand. âYou shouldnât be doing things like this in the Generalâs quarters!â
âOh~? Should I be doing this somewhere else?â you giggle, finally releasing his hand from your grasp.
âThatâs not what I meant, and you know it!â he crosses his arms over his chest, glancing over at the various sketches, battle plans and letters that lay neglected on his desk. âThe situation is quite dire, and it is hardly the time to be joking around. Weâve come this far, so letâs not forget our purpose - after all, Iâm sure the enemy is not just lazing around and waiting for us!â
You cock your head to the side, mock-hurt. âBut I thought you quite enjoyed my playful side? Or was that excited tail wagging meant to mislead me after all? Oh, General Gorou, who would have thought youâre so mischievous!â
âY-You!â his cheeks are red beyond belief at this point, but he composes himself before anyone can hear his indignant cries. Gorou clears his throat and as he turns to gather the battle plans off the floor, where he unceremoniously dumped them.
âI swear every day you grow more and more like Yae Miko, itâs almost frightening...â
âHow mean!â you cry out as you jump off his desk. Slyly, like a fox cornering its prey, you come from behind him, only to throw your hands over his shoulders. âDoes that mean you hate me too? Do you want me to leave?â
His ears twitch as you nuzzle your cheek against his, and as he heaves a sigh, you can feel him relaxing in your hold. You cannot help but smirk when he lets his guard down around you.
âYou smell so nice Gorou,â you mumble as you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck. âHow can you be so cute? I can barely contain myself from squealing each time I see you on the battleground.â
âThat is... ahem. That is largely inappropriate and you know it, (First name). This is exactly why I keep saying you need to treat this more seriously. We are at war! What if... one day something happens to you because you play around so much?â
You can feel how the hold he has on the papers tightens at the thought of you getting injured or worse. And you do understand his concern - thatâs exactly how you feel each time he leads his troops to battle, recklessly charging in his light armour. But you also know thereâs little use mopping around - youâd much rather spend the little time you have with him smiling and having fun.
âNothing would ever happen to me with you around Gorou,â you say in an uncharacteristically soft voice, gently brushing your fingers across his toned shoulders. âI know that much, so I can be at ease.â
âHow would you know that? Youâre just like my men - you see me as someone of extraordinary ability, but the truth is... Iâm not sure I can protect you if the time comes.â
âYou can,â you say confidently. âAfter all...â a smirk curls on your lips as you press them closer to his ear. âYou are such a good boy.â
His ears twitch, tail fluttering around your legs, and you can feel the heat from his cheeks radiating onto your skin.
â(F-First name),â he stutters as you once again settle into the crook of his neck, smirking in an almost predatory manner when he tilts his head to the side to give you access.
Of course, he does not admit liking it in the beginning - he after all has the image of an upstanding General, who needs to inspire admiration and confidence among his men. But how can he stay collected with your warm lips and breath right at his pulse? How can he push you away when you teasingly coo in his ear, showering him with all kinds of praise?
He barely stays quiet when your fangs sink in, twitching and quivering in your embrace. You try to be discrete with the bite - even though it would be fun to see him all flustered and panicked. The moment he completely melts in your arms, you grab him by the waist and pull him to your chest, gently caressing his ears with your free hand.
After the incident, he is embarrassed. Heâs embarrassed by how much he liked it, and how much his body gave away his true feelings. But despite his inner turmoil, he makes it very clear you can come to him whenever you might need to feed - after all, he already made it clear previously that if anything ever troubles you, heâll be your pillar.
He is going to be very concerned with keeping your secret safe, just like Thoma. Which... opens up new venues for you and your teasing. But the moment you whisper praises to him he will be putty in your hands, even if you two can literally hear the troops inches away from your hiding location.
DILUC
Angelâs Share always grew rowdy during the evenings, so it was perhaps not the wisest decision to come for a drink in your present state. But it was a way of taking your mind off your worries, so without further thought, you found yourself at the tavern.
You did not expect Diluc to be working that night - and worse of all, see you in this pitiful state. Youâre too embarrassed to leave without having at least one drink, so you order. Diluc does notice that something is amiss with you - as youâre usually beaming, like the sun itself, lighting up his entire tavern. He does not pry, but he keeps an eye on you the entire night.
Just as you stand to leave, you find your vision spinning, and you collapse to the ground. The tavern grows noisy after that - some people crowd around you trying to help, others try to get you water or call some of the knights stationed outside. It is Diluc who pushes through the drunkards to gather you in his arms.
He takes you to the old storage room, away from the prying eyes of the strangers - it is dusty, and full of unopened alcohol bottles. He sits you down on one of the chairs, and you slump, losing all strength in your body.
He grasps you by the wrists to keep you sat straight, and even though you cannot see, his expression is gaining an edge of fear, desperation. He listens to you explaining your condition quietly and patiently, as you stumble over your words and forget your train of thought due to your exhausted state.
By the time youâre finished, heâs livid - why havenât you told him this earlier? What if you collapsed on your way home? What if no one was around to help you? Why would you put yourself under such strain?
At some point, he realizes you are in no state to answer those questions.
âYouâve already done so much for me Diluc,â you say, trying not to meet his gaze. âI canât possibly take your-â
âDonât be ridiculous,â he gives you a deadpan look. âNow hold onto my shoulders.â
âW-What?â you splutter, not expecting Diluc of all people to ask you to cling to him.
He merely sighs at your flustered expression. âYou can barely sit up straight without my help, and this position is going to be inconvenient for us both. Now can you please hold on so we can resolve your issue quickly?â
You nod meekly as you loop your arms around his neck - Diluc is more swift as he grabs your hips and hoists you up, earning a surprised squeak from your mouth. Before you know it, he sets you down on the flat surface of one of the desks, with him in between your legs. If someone walked in...
âWell?â he says impatiently, but you donât miss the faint pink dusting his cheeks. âWe donât exactly have the entire day.â
The tips of your ears start to heat up as you eye the exposed part of his neck. You lean your forehead against his chest, bunching the fabric of his rough jacket in your hands. How are you supposed to prepare the neck for biting when heâs looking at you like this? You feel like youâre about to die from embarrassment.
âImightneedtolickorkissornibbleonyournecktomakesureitdoesnthurt,â the second those words, muffled by his chest, leave your mouth, you feel like crying.
Diluc sighs again, taking you by the shoulders to pull you away from his chest. âYou need to quit acting like a child. The longer we wait, the longer youâre in danger. And I do not want to take any chances.â
âI-â you lean back into his chest, fiddling with one of the ornaments on his lapels. âCan you please... close your eyes?â
Diluc sighs deeply, muttering something along the lines of âridiculousâ, but when you finally gaze up at him again, you find that he has obliged with your request.
Now that youâre not under the scrutiny of his burning gaze, you can take a moment to appreciate just how tempting he looks. You set a gentle hand on his chest, for balance, and use your other one to peel away his collar.
âI will... only drink a little,â you say, perhaps more to yourself, as you crane your neck and press your lips against his neck.
He stiffens, holding in his breath, as you gently nibble on the soft patch of skin, sucking and toying with it with your front teeth. The smell of his blood and the warmth of his skin give you some needed courage - you reach behind him to grasp his hair, pulling him closer to give you better access. Diluc grunts, and for a moment you think heâs going to pull away with how firmly heâs holding your shoulders, but he doesnât. Heâs pressed so close to you, you can feel his breath stutter each time your tongue laps at his throat.
âI will be gentle,â you murmur to the side of his neck, and he quivers right before you sink your fangs in.
Needless to say that you were so starved you drank a little too much.
It is both bizarre and alarming to see the ever composed Diluc sway the moment you draw back, his hand gripping the corner of the table to the point it might start splintering.
If you try to apologize or help him, heâll merely brush you off and give you a grumpy âIâm fineâ. After a few moments, heâs good to go back to work, albeit pale and with a rather unfocused expression.
From then on, heâs even more protective of you! He would never for the life of him admit he enjoys you drinking his blood, but if you ever need him, heâll be there for you. You need to constantly update him about your condition, so expect some strict monitoring, like the nagging mom who keeps asking if you ate breakfast.
Just like Kaeya, he will read up on your condition and will also ask you a lot of questions - though it has less to do with his curiosity and more to do with his desire to make you feel comfortable. For example, if there are certain foods that vampires can eat to make them feel better, he will make sure to arrange those dinners at the Dawn Winery, and invite you over.
If your condition is something that distresses you, he will try to find a cure or a relief - he has a rather large network, so you can count on him, he will find one way or another to make your life more comfortable.
