the thought got me screaming on my pillow, and i started kicking my feet, rolling on the floor, wheezing, squealing, and everything etc. etc.
ps: do you see the vision?
— signing off into the abyss.
Umm... YES I SEE THE VISION, ABYSS ANON!!! 😭😵💫
More like Beefy!Nat absolutely pounding into R with her abs and thighs rippling with each thrust, and R reaches up to grab onto her necklace to pull her down and hold her head against R's chest, only to whisper things like:
"Can you fuck me like this all night like the good girl you are?"
Key there I would like to become your first anon if you’d like
And here is my request
Crepus being reincarnated in our world and adoption the reader as his child and since the reader doesn’t have a good relationship with their father they see him as a real dad and the both of them get issekaied into Genshin and diluc and kaeya get their dad back with a god sibling
To Warm Your Hands, To Warm Your Heart
Quite the request you've got there! I've been writing and brainstorming it in-between my daily stuffs :)
Platonic!Crepus, Diluc, and Kaeya x Creator!Reader
Crepus, for his many self-admitted flaws, was still a kind man.
Crepus was sure he did his best for his sons, or as best he could. He ran the winery and the tavern to the best of his abilities. Still, he had regrets.
Never being awarded a vision, never becoming a knight, never getting to see either of his sons marry.
But, in one moment he was thinking over his regrets whilst bleeding out in Diluc’s arms and the next he was… fine? With a blinding flash of white light, he wasn’t in his son’s arms anymore. He was standing, perfectly fine, in an unfamiliar home, not in Mond anymore, that’s for certain.
Over a few days, he managed to piece together his new identity. Owner of an up-and-coming bar, still Crepus, but no longer a proud Ragnvindr. Whoever he was now, he had to find a way home. If he still lived, he would find a way home.
Should Barbatos will it.
No longer in Teyvat, the world lacked color like his home. Everything just that much duller, not lifeless, simply not as bright. Technology advanced far past what had been available to him at home. Crepus began to notice how much of his life in Teyvat was starting to grow fuzzy in his memory.
But that stopped when he met a new regular customer. A father and his child.
Every day the man would sit his child at the bar, order them a glass of water, and then disappear deeper into the bar while his child sat there uncomfortably and did their homework.
Drunkards. Crepus couldn’t imagine doing such a thing to either of his sons.
Crepus frowned. The child was Diluc’s age, or at least they would have been if it hadn’t been so long since Crepus last saw his son. They sat alone and uncomfortable at the bar every day until their father, drunk out of his mind, would retrieve them and bring them home. Crepus always prayed for their safety.
They spoke few words other than the meek “Thank you”s when Crepus refilled their water or offered them a snack. But slowly they began to grow accustomed to his presence.
And once they did, they spoke excitedly to Crepus, who always seemed to be listening with a fond smile. He offered them advice, and began to offer more non-alcoholic beverages simply to let them have more options than water and soda.
When it grew cold, Crepus offered them hot chocolate, even bought them some nice mittens to wear to school, which he noticed would always be on their hands when they walked in with their father.
Their father had no clue what he was missing. His child was brilliant, and here they were, closer with the owner of the local bar than with their own father.
Once they graduated from high school, they quickly got a job (before Crepus even had the chance to offer them one! He was so proud), and renounced their father who hadn’t raised them. They confided that Crepus was a better father anyway.
From that moment they were his child. No ifs, ands. or buts. Not that they complained when Crepus asked if he could refer to them as his child. They often accidentally referred to him as their dad anyway, so this just made it easier.
You and Crepus kept in close contact. Though you had no physical need for his parental help, you couldn’t complain when every day before Crepus started his shift, he texted you to ask about your day. Or when he made the worst dad jokes you’d ever heard. It was comforting given that your father by blood was one of the least caring people you’d ever met.
One day, you sent Crepus a screenshot from the game “Genshin Impact.”
His breath caught in his throat, tears filling his vision. That was Kaeya. Older for sure, but Kaeya, his son, his baby.
He started playing, needing more answers. That was Teyvat, that was his home and he couldn’t get there. How many people were playing this now? How many people were looking in on the lives of the people of Mond? Of Liyue? How many people were looking in on the lives of his sons?
You often bragged about your dad playing the game, though he didn’t play often.
One morning, when you awoke, it was to the rolling fields of Mond. Your father standing next to you, bewildered. He led you, ecstatic you, to Mondstadt. Everyone who was out and about was terribly confused.
That’s… that’s late Master Crepus… and The Creator??? Their Excellency looked ever so pleased to be there, but Crepus only seemed concerned…
Crepus realizes now that you were familiar. All this time, the kid abandoned by their blood father had been his God. And Crepus had just… adopted you???? It was turning out to be a very stressful and confusing day for poor Crepus.
People staring at you in awe was really weird, but you were excited, if not feeling a little shy now. But you felt safe with your dad. This was an excellent dream, you were so excited you could just burst.
Until you realized that your dad’s hair had changed from a bright ginger to a blazing red… And now someone had pushed Diluc to the front of the crowd… and there was another voice shouting for someone to “find Sir Kaeya.”
Diluc hesitated. The Ley Lines held memories, they could simply have leaked but… that was The Creator…
Diluc stepped forward, taller than his father, broader than before, a tired, haunted shadow to his expression. Suddenly weak…
“Dad?”
Diluc’s voice trembled with emotion, and was barely above a whisper. Crepus just brought his son into a hug as you stood by awkwardly. Before you had just laughed at the coincidence that your dad and Diluc’s had shared a name, an odd one at that but….
Before you could ponder too long, Diluc was on his knees at your feet, one of your hands held is his. He was trembling, and the sight of such a powerful person seeming so… fragile… it made you shiver a bit. Diluc’s shoulders were shaking in barely contained sobs.
“Thank you, Your Grace. I.. I don’t know what I’ve… what we've done to deserve this, but-”
Crepus cut off his son with a hearty laugh.
“You’re just lucky you never made them lose a 50/50! That would have been some divine retribution!”
Diluc looked absolutely puzzled as you and Crepus laughed. His cheeks tinged with red as he was clearly not in on the joke. Not only did the statement confuse him, but how casually Crepus referred to you. Before his death, Crepus has been very pious, he never would have been so bold as to clasp a hand on your shoulder as you pulled your hand away from Diluc…
What exactly happened between you two?
Diluc is far less chill about the “God is my little sibling” thing than Kaeya is
Once he stops being very stiff and reverent around you, he starts doting on you
First of all, you are still his god, and then you’re his youngest sibling so, no, you don’t get to complain about the expensive things he keeps giving you
Kaeya also spoils you, however he prefers bringing you out to explore Mond as his gifts
Which is why he is no longer allowed to be your bodyguard, despite being one of your first vessels
But no matter what, you never leave Mond without one or both of your brothers
They might not be able to repair their relationship, maybe not fully, but they both love you and want to be there to protect you
Diluc and Kaeya both have to admit that you’re more important to them than their… we’ll call it a squabble
Both are very affectionate with you
Many hugs are had
Although, if you need someone to talk to, you’re better off going to Crepus
Even though all three of them are very busy, Crepus is the only one who really listens, and also the only person who can really empathize with you about missing your home
Ranboo has very rough, scarred, callused hands. The man has punched stone, spawners (heated iron, judged on the flame particles) and ender chests (obsidian).
But, with his Enderman nature, his personality... My god, the man has the gentlest hold.
He cradles animals. Barely touches flowers, despite his tight grip on their stems. He gives the greatest hugs.
Such a soft man.
-Newly dubbed Abyss anon
oh my god yes.. despite rough hands and all, he’s so gentle and most likely handles things with utter care.
