This post contains; Dainslief, Diluc, Kinich, Zhongli, Xiao, Wanderer, Sacaramouche, Kazuha, Venti, Lyney
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Kazuha
Don’t underestimate him just because his gentle and soft aura, he is a secret freak. When you unwind him, he is sucking, licking. Not freaky enough to tie or blindfold type thing . (he is a vanilla lover. A bit freaky vanilla. )
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Venti
His bard side, playful and gentle kinda horny BUT HİS ARCHON SİDE. His archon side is SUPER horny. Always ready to breed once he finds his significant other for life. (He is writing freaky songs for you that he hides from anyone, you including.)
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Kinich
This man is freaky lika a rabbit in heat once you finally get under his skin. He is gentle or not depending on his mood. DON’T MAKE HİM JEALOUS İF YOU DON’T WANT ATLEAST 4 ROUNDS THO. (You definitely will.)
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Lyney
He would use your body as a luck jinx before his magic shows kinda freak. He is tying you, blindfolding you, making you wear slutty outfits kinda freak. (And cat ears.)
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Wanderer / Scaramuche
İf we talk about wanderer, he is marking your WHOLE body type of freak. He would pin your hands above your head and just… İf we talk about Scaramouch he is a humiliating and degrading type of freak. (Tho he is still blushing.)
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Diluc
He is a pouring juice and licking it off of your body type of freak. (He just lives for the taste of your skin and food mix.) And he would make you keep the maid dress on while… type of freak.
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Zhongli
He would make you suck him dry under the table while discussing Rex lapis or buying a new shiny rock type of freak. (Then he rewards you tho.) He would make you writhe under him for HOURS type of freak.
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Xiao
He would be shy to do anything at first but would thrust deep, hard and fast as soon as you drive him crazy type of freak. He is biting, licking, and tasting. Like conquering you type of freak. (He thought of this with you and blushed hard to himself so many times.)
⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Dainslief
He would have you LOUD. Your hands gripping the trees, rocks and grass while he eats you out like a starving man type of freak. Yes you heard me right, outside lover freak. (He loves the thrill of the risk of getting caught even tho he never admits even to himself.)
İf you want me to make hc for more characters feel free to tell me so~! <3
It doesn't matter what your gender is he will treat you like the princess you are. Tying your shoes, princess carries and comforting head pats, the moment he tells you that he loves you he will show how much he does. You are his everything, and with all he is doing these past few days its not hard to fall in love with him.
It is very clear and obvious how much he treats you differently, how he wipes the chocolate in your mouth and carries a spare each time you need one. It might take you just a few days to tell him how much you love him too.
being your best friend—bennet, KAVEH, thoma, childe, gorou, chongyun, AETHER , heizou, venti
Since the dawn of time, you have been inseparable team. Even as you both branch out to your own jobs and aspirations he still mantained a great impact in your life. He can't let go. And it seems you like it best that way.
He was there at your every break up and every confession of love for a person that wasn't him. It was pure torture. He was through every step of the way and now... you realize he was more than just a brother, he was you shield, your strength and the love of a lifetime.
make you feel special—baizhu, kaeya, ZHONGLI, dottore, albedo, KAVEH, ayato, alhaitham, dainsleif
Every day with him feels like you were a delicate oyster that came from fresh waters. He holds you so dear and puts you above every mortal being. The way he treats you, with flowery words and creations made just for your liking. It was not hard to fall for a man like him, however strange and mysterious he was.
It is easy to tell when he treats someone different—when he treats someone special. How he spends his days wooing you so visible to everyone. He wants them to know, how he is not available for the other people. He was only to be in love with you. Only you.
At first you received an interesting parcel of chocolates in the middle of the night, and then artworks, and then clothes. You question him about and he openly admits its from him. The next he openly says how much he is in love with you as a somber opera of romeo and juliet plays in the background. It may be professional, unintentional or just some silly people trying their best but it made the message clear.
It doesn't really help his reputation for how dramatic he is willing to go, but you find it very endearing. You appreciate every single one and maybe, just maybe you are ready to confess how much you love him too.
"What... Stop!" Aether screamed and kicked at the ice holding him away as Lumine handed the final gnosis to the Cryo Archon, the final key to unlocking Celestia. Aether felt betrayed, like his sister stabbed him in the heart herself, but the ice shackles on his arms and ankles kept him from moving. "Please, she'll-" Aether was interrupted by his sister staring at him with pity or was it sympathy? "Trust me. Just this once." Lumine stated, but it sounded more like a beg than a command, her voice cracking and her expression saddened.
"I did not want to awaken Celestia this way with you, Aether, but it must be done." The tsaritsa said, standing from her throne and descending down the stairs, the line of the fatui harbingers lined along the long carpet that spanned across the room. The Tsaritsa, all seven gnosis's in hand, let them all float in her palm, all of them forming a circle of elemental symbols around her feet.
Every element in teyvat, even the long forgotten ones, created gliffs around her before expanding into pillars, each glowing their signature color. Aether knew he had to trust his sister with the look in her eyes alone, but he didn't want to. Gods, all that work for nothing. Every fatui and abyssal he fought- was all for nothing.
The pillars around the Tsaritsa then let out beams of light through the transparent roof of the palace, illuminating the heavens. Soon, as if an image dispersed, the once old- no, the true- Teyvat began to slowly mend and combine with the world around them. Kheanri'ahn symbols began to appear on the palace as the spirits of Kheanri'ah's forgotten people began appearing with bright smiles on their faces, some on their knees in prayer around the palace. They smiled as their home began molding to the new Teyvat around them. Mixes of both world combined into a beautiful display.
Books and letters in Kheanri'ahn lined the walls of the Cryo palace, like a mystical library. Astrology tools and stars glimmered even in the snowing skies of Snezhnaya. The harbingers too looked around in awe, even the stoic Arlecchino couldn't keep the wonder and amazement off her face.
The Tsaritsa's magic finally let go of Aether as her concentrations was focused on the place that was once her throne. A large, crystal structure was placed in the center of it all. The light blue casted a translucent haze over the figure of a woman inside. The Tsaritsa, as if touching glass, wiped the frost off the glass, revealing the face she had seen in her dreams so many times, begging the archon to release her from her slumber. Aether was seated on the floor looking around the place he thought was going to be his final battle; now turned into the place he once called a home. Lumine hugged him with tears of joy in her eyes, thanking him between laughs for trusting her again. Aether was speechless; what could he say?
His thoughts were interrupted when the doors to the palace and library slammed open, revealing a disheveled and beaten Dainslief. Lumine looked at the man in pity, but he didn't even look at them. The Tsaritsa, surprisingly so, moved aside from the crystal structure, allowing the Kheanri'ahn man to approach with wide eyes and his mouth agape. The diamond shaped jewel on his suit, one akin to a vision, for the first time in centuries, pulsed with a deep blue glow. Dainslief, without missing a beat, placed his hand on the crystal, right above the figure's heart. His palm began to glow and the crystal began to fade away. The woman's finger twitched as it was revealed to everyone in the room. Even the Kheanri'ahn spirits looked on in awe as the crystal slowly recede.
Simultaneously, the twins' eyes widened as the face of the woman was revealed. They rushed over, hand in hand, to help Dainslief hold the collapsing woman and guide her onto the cold floor. A quick snap of the Tsaritsa and Tartaglia was already rushing to grab a pillow and some blankets while Columbina grabbed food and water.
The woman's eyes slowly opened to be greeted by two golden pairs and another pair of blue, all of them with blonde hair. Her mind was in a daze, her vision still hazy. she was propped up on Dainslief lap as his tears began dripping onto her face. As if by instinct, her shaky, cold hands reached up to wipe the tears from his face. "Why... are you crying, my love?" She asked, her voice hoarse from centuries of not using it.
"Do not fret my dear, my goddess, my light, the air I breathe... how am I not to cry when I have missed you so?" Dainslief wept, before biting his lip and holding the hand on his face, he knew she would weep for centuries over the loss of her beloved city, but he needed her touch right now. That's all it took for the twins to join in, Lumine on one side of her while Aether cried into the other. "Do not cry... This is a time to celebrate... Not to drown in tears..." she murmured to them, retracting her hand from Dainslief to run her nails through the twins' hair. Lumine wept into her chest, her shoulders shaking, while Aether shook his head while covering his face in her stomach. "You were gone for so long... How could be not be to the point of tears?" Dainslief said, taking the words right out of Aether's mouth.
She laughed hoarsely, resting the back of her head against Dainslief's chest. "Yes... But if you are to weep, please... Let me hold you all, even if I run out of arms to do so..."
Tw: Angsty, emotional manipulation
Tags: any-pov, x reader, male {{char}}
An: I have been so offline, haha. my bad.
˜”°•.˜”°• Summary •°”˜.•°”˜
You were bruised.
You were brocken.
You were bleeding.
Then...
You are happy.
You are proud.
You are loved.
You are living the life so many dream for. You had 3 wonderful children and a husband who loves you. It was the dream come true for many, including you. Warmth and love filled your every day, company accompanied your every breath. Happiness traced your every memory.
Sometimes, you grew old, you were kidnapped, you died.
Yet every time, you never felt the pain. Every time you ended up in the arms of the man you loved.
It was perfect. It was wonderful.
Yet...
You were....
You were...
You are...
You are...
Who are you?
You were Ȧ̷̧̢͚̼͈̟͂̏́͒̿̚ǹ̶̢̛̓̇̋̍̾̍̄ĝ̷̛̗̱̭̫̘̤͓͜͝ṳ̷̱̈̑̑i̸̦̖̤͈͎̺͇͖͚̯͊̓̈́̋̿̑͠ś̶̛̟͔̟͚̲͂͐͛͊͌͐͘͠ͅḧ̵͚̬̫̽̾̓̓͊ę̵̜̭͖̭̠͊̌̽̾̂̽͜͠d̸̨̮̻̩̬͙͍̩̗͌̽̓͒̑̄̉͋̍͂ͅ
The metallic taste of your own blood stained your tongue. Blood dripped from your uncountable wounds, pooling around you. The Love Of Your Life was beside you, there eyes wide and full of pain and betrayal.
Your eyes fell to the spear pierced in your side, impaling your heart. The spear originally aimed to him.
And you smiled, as if some sort of messed up inside joke were being made.
Then you fell to your knees, your head falling listlessly as your lover's cries faded with your vision.
"Don't go, please…"
A beg from him-a plea you knew you couldn't fulfill. Your senses were dull now. You didn't even know if he was yelling or crying the words anymore.
Your so sorry. But you couldn't have let that spear pierce him instead. He had so much more life compared to you, you who was already bleeding rivers before the spear.
His cries were the last sounds you heard.
You were Ḩ̴̢̮̣̦͚̙̮̌͒͘a̴̱̹̝̠͓̦̰̦̱͌̇͜͠p̶̢̲̼̱̜̳̄̔͝͠p̶̟͎̣͈̔̀́̆y̸̡̢̨̛̦̘͎̌̇̿̽͐̿̕͝͝
You sat at a dinner table, The Love Of Your Life at your side.
Your children sat infront of you, excitedly talking over each other with talk of their day.
"I scored a really good goal in soccer practice today!"
"My teacher said my homework was perfect!"
"My friends said that my ex bo-I mean ex-bestie!- got a new girlfriend!"
You heard your love giggle quietly beside you, leaning on your shoulder. His fingers deftly started to play with your hair, a smile gracing his lips. "They grow so fast..." He whispered, his voice filled with warmth. "It seems like just yesterday you were fussing about their sunbathing schedule." That drew a quiet laugh from you.
You were P̶̨̛͇̣͉͎̦̗͎͓̗̉̽͐͛̈́͌͝͠r̸̫̼̩̙̜͚̺̀̇̏̈́o̷̩͓̺̪̥͖̱̍ͅu̵̝͔̳͇͍̞͒d̸̡̪̺͚̯̙̰̥͆͛̾̀͠ͅ
You sat in a large auditorium. Your youngest had just graduated, and was holding his diploma high. A rare but heartwarming smile split his face. His eyes were shining almost brighter than the lights above.
The Love Of Your Life was smiling too, grasping your hand.
"I'm so proud..." He cooed, leaning against you.
You were l̴̤̀͛̚͝o̸̱̳͌͛̍̔͗̓̈́̓͜v̸̥͔̺̺̮̝̠͎̄̋̏͋̂̀ẻ̸̢̪̙̪͓̺̙̭̩d̷̛͓͒̐͋̂̅
You sat next to your love as he stroked your hair, cooing words of affirmation. Your bones were weaker than they were before, and your breath was more weighted. Yet in his arms, you were h҉a҉p҉p҉y҉ you were l҉o҉v҉e҉d҉
You were j̷̡̨̺̖̻̗͈̅̌ơ̵̯̠̦͖̗̭̙͙̹̽̅y̷̩̗̠̗̓̏̀̀̽̂̒̆͒̕ȯ̴̼̳u̵̯͕͂̈̓ṡ̴̥̗̉͒̂̏͐͑͜͝
It was your birthday. Your love sat beside you, gesturing for you to blow your candles. He smiled, wishing you many great years ahead.
Ä̸̡̖̪͓̗̯͖̗́͒͌͋́g̴̢̦̫̣̩̤͉̝͖͎͂̂͗͌̋͌á̸͈̪̭̙̬͎̦̗̜̜̍̄̆į̶̨̧̛͍̞̻̫͔͐̈́͋͘n̶͈̙͖̫̘̠̾̑͐̕.̴̛̦͖͖͕͓̈̐͛̉̊̚
You were H̷̡̭̦̠͇̯̙̲̩͖͓̳̭̱̫̞̅̓͗̃̉̔͊̂̉̊͆͐̽̕a̶̹̞̾͐̋̅͑̽͌͐̎͆̀̇̈́̐̃̕͝p̷̢̹͙̻̝̩͖̥̙̠̞̼͍̃̎p̶̳͉̺̲̫͖̲͓̖͆͛͘̚ỹ̵̢̡͍̲̹̥͖̥̬͈͍̚͜
You were Ȩ̴̤̩͇̣̇͐̀̂̃̿͂̆̚͝č̴̢͖̞͙̞̥̘̤͓̠̲̼̲̦ͅs̷̡̝̜̼̹̫͕͚̝͈̅͑̓̓͊̿̀͆̔͛̋̒͝͠t̷̡̙̰̣̝͇̣͓͕̣̦̦̠̭̙͕̪̓͑͒̈̄̋̓̅̊͋̂̇͐̐͜͠a̶̧̧̢̳̘̩̩̯̣̤̭͖̜͙̎͊͆̉̓̀̓́́̏͆̽͛͂͂̿͗͝ş̶̜͍̤̪͕̮̋͐̃ţ̶̧̢̢̝͓͙̝͔̟͙̮̬̜͛͑́̈̿̔͗̊̋̅̈̈̿̓͊͘͝͝ͅi̸̤͍͓̖͙̹͖͚̦̓̽̾̈̐̿̀̓̎̑̂͛͗̌̕͝͝ͅc̷͚͔͈̱̪̣̭̺͎̺̆̉́̃̎͜ͅ
You were...
You were...
You were...happy...
But...
You are...?
You are what?
Who are you?
"Shhh...my love, you don't need to know that."
Who is that?
"The Love Of Your Life."
Hiii! I wanted to know if we’re going to see Dainsleif more in the future? I really want to know how our relation with him is going to be and stuff
Take care of you and no pressure!
Hello! Of course... I just need Hoyo to let him out of the jail and let us meet him again or make him playable haha so I can write more about him!
I'm sure Dain wants to learn about you more as well! 😘
Thanks and take care too! ^^
The limit increased? Alright can i get a romantic yandere dainsleif with 🦋🌻?
Title: Fated Meetings
Character(s): Dainsleif (Genshin Impact)
Summary: You meet him at Liyue, then at Mondstadt, and you were with him for a while at Inazuma but you shouldn't meet him at Sumeru.
Warnings/tags: Yandere themes, fem!reader, reader is mentioned/implied to be heartbroken before meeting Dainsleif (but moving on)
[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]
You have met Dainsleif on your travels high up in the mountains of Liyue where you thought were alone. After climbing the high mountain for so long you saw him there and was resting. After a short greeting, the two of you started to talk a little finally finding another person to have a conversation with after such a long time traveling alone. It was nice.
It was nothing personal, they were light and something to cover up the silence with. He wasn't much of a talker but you were patient with him, things like how the weather was nice, or how the view so high up was amazing if not beautiful. Why was he here you didn't ask, nor after giving short answers to your questions did he ask yours. It was obvious that both of you had something to hide, or just didn't feel the need to say it.
You asked him to enjoy lunch with you, as you have made something for yourself and he was about to decline but you somehow nagged him to eat with you as you have made so much. It was a silent lunch no words were exchanged as you and he enjoyed the meal and after a short break, the two of you went on separate ways.
The second time you meet him was at Mondstadt. A high cliff side that had a magnificent view, where you found him again just arriving at the place. Greeting each other you two silently agreed to rest here after your travels. The endless sea you gazed at and wondered what was on the other side but he just grunted. It was today that you found out that his name was Dainsleif, definitely a unique name you thought but didn't mention it.
You enjoyed a small meal too this time dinner, but you didn't separate immediately after instead set up a tent for yourself as he offered to protect you in repayment for the food. You told him he was too much a gentleman, stating that you could take turns but he was stubborn.
In the morning after breakfast, the two of you separated ways.
Next was funny enough Inazuma, what was once a closed-off place now open for others to come and go freely. After some thinking, you decided to go there, wanting to see and experience what life was like there. You meet many people there weren't a lot of places that they recommend you to travel to as they were dangerous to go alone.
Well till you meet a certain someone there again, that lone man who was talking to a sailor wanting to travel to another island. With blonde hair and blue eyes with that unique outfit, it was easy for you to approach him and greet him.
The two of you talked a little, a small catching up. He was a little more talkative than he was in the past. He asked you if you were going anywhere and you told him that you want to see the other islands. His face was stiff for a moment, most likely thinking before he calmly asked you if you would like to join him.
While he can't guarantee your safety at all times, there might be a chance when he suddenly disappears he promised to protect you as much as he could.
You weren't surprised by his words from the little conversations you had with him, you knew he was searching for something that he almost seemed lost sometimes in your eyes. So when he offered this to you, you were almost touched as you accepted his offer with a smile on your face.
Was it here when it started? You weren't sure, Dansleif would sometimes leave while you stayed in the safer parts of the islands while he ventures off to the more dangerous sides. Sometimes he would come back after one or two hours sometimes he would be gone for a little more. There was one time he took a longer time, as you stayed at camp for two days planning to leave on the third did he finally come back.
You asked him where he went and what did he do but just as he answered vaguely you didn't try to push it anymore only asking him if he wanted to stay at camp for a little while longer or if he wanted to move now and if so help you get everything ready.
Just as much as you started to rely on him for safety, he started to slowly open up to you bit by bit. He relied on you for cooked food a lot of the time. While he caught most of the food you were the one to cook them. Small conversations would start to grow longer and longer as you vaguely talked about your past. He told you he was searching for something, and you told him that you were traveling to move on.
In his eyes, you could see the flicker of curiosity in them as you told him you were heartbroken and unable to stay at that place for so long as it reminded you of too many memories. Maybe you were running away, or maybe you choose this time that you spent as a self-improvement or healing process you didn't think too much about the details what matters in the end was that you were traveling seeing places and people, and creating more different memories.
After that day you and he started to grow a little closer. In a way it felt like carrying each other's burden even for a moment or that you could count on each other. Dainsleif was kinder you realized, more patient.
You didn't realize when he started to become more observant of you. No... you knew he was always a watchful man. You understood his personality and that he was always cautious about who you were if you were someone he could trust or not. Yet those eyes that followed you, examining your every move were now different. They followed you, when you were doing minor chores, walking, or when he thinks you were not looking. You wondered what those eyes mean as you felt a shiver from your back. He was staring straight at you, those blue eyes that you found actually beautiful had a hidden madness.
It was a slow thing really, Dainsleif also never thought that this could ever happen yet it did... he thought of you as a mere acquaintance yet now changed into something more yearning. He thought that you and he matched each other rather well, he appreciated all your kind gestures and your patience. However he held himself back, unsure and hesitant, yet that day broke all mental walls that he had created in his mind to keep you away.
It was hard for him to sleep that night as he stayed on the lookout, protecting the camp as his thoughts always strayed to you. He should contain these thoughts. He could not help but wonder what it would be like if just once... just once he could be together with you. Yet thoughts of you fleeting in his eyes compared to his immortality drove him insane.
Maybe that separation in Inazuma between you and him was your last chance. When you thought it would be an ideal time to head to Sumeru after the Dendro archon took her rightful place. You meet Dainslief again, for the fourth time. And you could not help but wonder what he meant by his words, "I can be with you."
Synopsis: you walk out during an argument, when the guys say something hurtful.
Warnings: yelling, cursing, mentions of assault, mugging and murder/kidnapping, ch*lde (ginger) content, I REALIZED right after writing Diuc’s part that I’d gotten carried away so the rest after him are shorter
THIS IS UNEDITED EXCUSE ANY MISTAKES🙏
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Diluc
* Y’all were arguing over him overworking himself.
* You we’re just concerned for his health, but he just wasn’t seeing it from your perspective.
* After all, it wasn’t you who was spending all of your hours, well into the morning and hardly getting any sleep, any food, any rest, for the past month.
* You’d brought up the concern to him before, but all he would do is brush you off and insist you’re overreacting.
* Tell you that he’d be done soon,
* to not worry.
* Only to return to his work immediately like he hadn’t just promised to put down his pen.
* File after file after document after signature, you both knew it was exhausting, but the man was too used to his old bad habits
* One day, you decided to bring it up again, seeing the cold plate of food you left for him on the table hours ago
* And the deep purple bags beneath his eyes.
Smoothing your lithe fingers along his shoulder blades and dragging them up towards his shoulders, where you pause to massage his muscles for a moment. The man sighs and temporarily puts down the pen, rubbing a hand down the curves of his tired face and placing the other on yours, against his shoulder.
“Darling, come to bed?” He finally turns and solemnly shakes his head, even after seeing the sadness taking its place in your eyes. “Please?” You plead, softly brushing a strand of right red hair behind his ear. “You’ve been working enough.” The man leans into your touch; but furrows his brows.
“I can’t. The winery needs remodeling and all kinds of attention. It’s not just any work, and surely none that I can ignore.” He stands and calmly exits the room, leaving you behind, still staring at his chair with an irritation in your eyes he had failed to note. You take a breath in and quietly blow it out through your mouth, a weak attempt at calming yourself. Diluc is filling a tall glass with water and sipping it with closed eyes when you enter. The moon behind him reflects through the window and makes him glow; beautiful.
“Diluc we haven’t gone to sleep together in weeks. Please. I’ll help you in the morning, but I can’t let you lose so much sleep.” You plead again, stepping toward him to coax him away from his never ending work. He shrugs you off almost instantly.
“Listen!-“ he sighs after his short outburst. “Just leave me be, I don’t need you meddling in my work. It has nothing to do with you.” Your brows knit together, a crease forming above the bridge of your nose. “Don’t concern yourself, just go to bed and I’ll join you later.” His replies were curt, and bland, lighting the flame underneath your emotions.
“M…” you began— but the words caught in your throat before your mouth could catch up. “Meddling?” On your lovers part, he wasn’t doing much better handling the stress than you. He couldn’t explain why he was pushing you away, he needed you now most. You were the only one he’d allow close to him and the only one who could calm him. But as of then, he was getting irritated, a likely result of his sleep deprecation; his grip on his glass tightening. More and more until he couldn’t compress the glass any farther without hurting himself and you. “Diluc what are you on right now?” The man let out a shaky breath. His mind no longer on the fact that he had so much work to do. “Why are you being an ass to me right now?” You sniffled. The lights seemed to grow dimmer, a thick tension settling between you two, as rare as it was.
“I’m getting angry and I don’t want to yell at you, just leave me alone and stop being so overbearing. I can’t stand it.” Your pot of emotions began to boil.
“What the fuck did you just-“ the loud screech of glass shattering, landing and then disordered and scattered across the walnut wooded floors interrupted you. This followed the brassy slosh of water that dropped in place and spilled sloppily around the room. Dilucs fist slammed into the counter along with his glass of water, a dull but powerful thud shaking you to your core and the thick glass shards he’d created flying across the room in all directions. A hand of yours shot to your mouth, eyes now wide after feeling a painful sear across the skin of your abdomen. You grunt, a high pitched hum he seemed to miss. Soon after the disruption ensued the near quiet drops of blood against the glass below your lover as his hand bled from the gashes across his palm. You felt one yourself, the trickle of red hot blood slipping down your hip— one of them must have knicked you. His hand bled profusely, but he only squeezed it into a fist. The limit to how much you could take had long been crossed, and now, you felt unsafe. He opened his mouth to speak but he didn’t have time to convey his message, you’d left the room entirely, a hand at your waist as you hurried out of the room. It took your lover a moment to catch up, and when he did, he was hauling ass to the front doors, only to find them wide open and you nowhere in sight. Frantically, the man had searched high and low around the winery for you. Inside and out, had very maid and every butler on the look out— all while regretting what he’d done; repeating the same curse over and over. Demeaning himself for hours on end. Diluc Ragnvindr, for the first time in years, was a wreck.
It was late at night when your lover finally gave up, opting to wait you out and having faith that you would return to him. Diluc was sitting on a couch near the fireplace, his hands intertwined and supporting the rest of his head. His leg was bouncing like a cheap washing machine, eyes fixed on the dim fire light and his brain fixed on you. What might have happened to you late at night, your eyesight impaired by the darkness and without your weapon or armor. Wearing nothing but your clothing for bed. The thought made his short fingernails dig so deeply into his bones that new beads of crimson pooled at his skin. Maybe you’d gone to a friends house. You were probably safe.
But what if you weren’t?
And what if you were in danger?
Or even worse— what if you never returned?
Childe
* The argument started when he returned home with even more injuries than last time.
* You’d had this argument before and Childe knew by the way your hands trembled and you bit your lip,
* You weren’t happy having to patch him up again.
* Placing away the medical kit, Childe stood from your shared bed and limped over to hug you from behind.
* It escalated so quickly, the ginger hardly had time to react.
* You shoved him off, immediately wiping the tears that pooled when he couldn’t see your face
* “Babe?”
* You immediately yell at him. “NO.” your smaller shoulders quivering as tears streamed down your face. He wished he could see you.
* “You promised me!! You swore to god!!”
* You were right, he thought. He’d given you his word that he would take better care of himself.
* But what did that matter when he needed to fill his quota for the week? The Tsaritsa was relentless.
* “I know babe but you don’t have to yell at me. Just calm down.”
* “Calm down!?”
* Suddenly you got beef with a ginger 💀
Childe placed a hand on his head, dragging his palm down his face and rubbing the crease between his brows with a thumb. You wouldn’t listen. Not when you were upset like this. But after relentlessly fighting for hours, he didn’t have the energy for this. Not now. Not tonight. The lights overhead suddenly felt all too bright, urging on the pounding in his head.
“Ajax, I mean are you even fucking listening to me!!?? Why must you always have the attitude of a child when I’m being serious right now!” His teeth ground, fists clenched.
“I don’t need your nagging right now, okay?” His voice was quiet. And by that alone, you knew he was irritated. But with the countless sleepless nights and migraines; worrying about where the love of you life could possibly be at those ungodly hours of the night. Wondering if he was even alive and only receiving your answer in the morning, when you would find him passed out on the floor, bleeding profusely from injuries that littered his skin. Soon to be scars soaked the carpet beneath him a crimson red you’d never have gotten used to; had it not been for the endeavors of your lover.
“I don’t want you to fucking die, how is that nagging, Ajax!!??” Having to spend hours cleaning out Tartaglia’s blood from your carpet was traumatizing, your hands would often be stained red with his blood by the time you finished, late into the night.
His wounds hurt. Whether it was the stress or irritation that caused the aching beneath his skin; he didn’t know.
“I’d rather ‘fucking die’ than have to put up with you every day.” He whispered in a tone he could have sworn was quiet enough. When you didn’t snap back immediately, the eleventh harbinger feared for the worst. Turning to you fully now, he searched your face for any clue of what you may have been thinking. He merely found trickling tears at your jaw and a crease above the bridge of your nose. “Wait, hold on, I didn’t mean th-“ you storm past your lover, closing your bedroom door behind you when you enter, as if that’ll stop him. He enters not long after to find you already with a duffel bag half filled and your left hand wiping tears away from your skin. Lip trembling pathetically. He panics; he hadn’t realized the potency of the effects of his words and what they could do to you. He never did. “Hey, nonono! Put down the bag, cmere. Baby, please-“ he pressed the bag into the bed and pulled you away from it, into his chest despite your protests.
“Childe, I swear to god get your hands off me.”
“No, I’m sorry. No, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean what I said, love, I never would say something like that to you-“ He was cut short when you shoved away from him, glaring indignantly into his softened, yet concerned, blue eyes and spinning away soon after. You booked it out the door, before he even realized your absence, you’d already grabbed your car keys, slipped on the easiest pair of boots and coat and were unlocking the front door. Oh how Childe wished he were quicker. The moment the door slides open and he’s almost caught up to you, hears the rush of some of the hardest rainfall you’d gotten in months. A few lightning strikes flashed in the distance and with one last look from you, you slammed the door behind you and left.
“Fine then. Wouldn’t want you to die.” Childe could have sworn he was ready to cry. He’d been too late by just a second or two and he ended up slamming his fists against the door, hard. The Fatui was fast, however, and violently swung open the door as quickly as he could. A mere few seconds after you’d left. The scowl on his face deepened and the panic in his eyes had set. You were long gone. The ginger sprinted for the garage, only to find the door wide open and your expensive car missing. He didn’t mind the pouring rain soaking him or the gravely concrete beneath his feet. The only thing he could focus on was your absence and the storm you had driven off in and how he remembered he was going to mention you needed to get your brakes checked. They seemed to have been acting up as of late.
“FUCK.” The man cursed deeply, looking around frantically to make sure he hadn’t missed you. Maybe your car was being repaired and you were still here? The only way to avoid his worst case scenario, Ajax believed, was to not allow the opportunity to present itself. For the first time in a while, Childe was reminded of how damn sudden loss was. How it could happen at any moment to anyone for any reason and the panicking man would have no clue until after it were too late. He’d forgotten.
He’d forgotten to appreciate you.
He’d forgotten how he had no time to waste fighting with his loved ones. Especially with you. And with this in mind, Tartaglia booked it inside for the keys to his Rolls Royce. The sleek black car he’d picked out with you beeping when he unlocked it. And though sitting in the car that had infinitely too many memories of you for him to handle, if he wanted to ensure the creation of more memories, the ginger had no choice but to drive until he found himself bringing you home.
Dainselif
* This poor man was sitting by the fire for hours, mind plagued by the idea that he would inevitably lose you one day.
* However, instead of saddening him, it only angered him.
* The stick he had been playing with snapped between his fingers, a clear demonstration of his frustrations.
* Hearing the rather loud snap across the hall as you readied your shared bed for the night, you looked up.
* Why was your lover still up? With the fire on, no less?
* You stalked over to the fireplace, only to find him hunched over and leaned on his knees like he was crying.
* You rushed over and lifted his head.
* “Don’t touch me.” He couldn’t stand the feeling of your skin on his, despite his crippling addiction to it.
* If he enjoyed it too much, the loss would only be worse.
“Dain? Love, what’s wrong?” Your voice was filled with concern that Dainsleif found irritating. He almost never angered. And when he did, he tended to push you and everyone else away.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” His anger was concise, his tone snapping at you so harshly that you saddened. He’d always been sure to lace his words with the sweetest of sugar, to make sure he wouldn’t scare you off. Hearing it without the love it usually had, told you something was very wrong.
“Dainsleif don’t push me away, please.” You sat beside him and Dainsleif felt like he was losing his mind. Maybe it was foolish, but he never intended on caring so much for someone. Much less falling in love. His love for you had grown dangerously deep. In that he would kill for you. He would find a way to take his own life if you commanded it of him. He would play dead until the end of time. The sofa dipped beside him and he clenched his fist.
“Just stop.” His voice was hushed. “Leave me alone.” He raised his voice at you, which he never did. Clearly, he was very upset, but if he wouldn’t let you know what it was that caused this outburst, you couldn’t help. It was so unlike him to act this way.
“Dainsleif don’t you dare raise your voice at me. I’m here to help you not for you to take our anger out on. Just tell me what happened and-“
“I wish you would just disappear.” And of course Dainsleif didn’t mean it literally. But he’d never felt so terrified. He wished the feeling of vulnerability away; not you. Never you. Not ever in millions of life times would he ever be able to wish you away.
“Oh yeah?” You sighed, standing immediately and walking to the door. The blonde was very fast in realizing his mistake, lifting his head to look at you. By the time he could even stand, you were up and walking out of the door. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, his chest aching beneath his skin. “Goodbye Dainsleif.” You would never leave the love of your life. Of course you wouldn’t. You couldn’t. But you wanted to at least get back at him. For making your heart crack after you’d placed it so carefully in his palm. You throw a jacket over your shoulders and bolt out the door. Surely the traveler will be able to hook you up with a nice place to stay, after all, he’d always been so kind to you.
Now, it took Dainsleif all too long to realize that you were actually gone. He lifted his head in a feeble search for you, still hardly able to process the fact that you’d abandoned him. If you looked him in the eyes and asked him why he truly said those things to you, he would be speechless. The moment his hazy thoughts were able to piece together what was happening, he sprinted to the door, hoping that if he opened it, you’d still be there. Alas, his hopes were for naught and the realization that you’d abandoned him, and that it was his fault, knocked the air out of him. The fear he had acted upon had come to life, and Dainsleif could swear to Celestia that he couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t sure what he would do if you didn’t return quickly. And even if you didn’t, Dainsleif would have sat on the couch for centuries, waiting for you until you returned for him, to place his awaiting lips against yours. Exactly where you’d left him, head in his hands and tears threatening to fall at any second.
A/N:
I realize this is very very late and I apologize
I didn’t expect my workload to increase by so much
Author note-Bestie, thank you so much for this request I really enjoyed thinking up ideas for this prompt
🖤you often enjoy the beautiful nature that tevat had to offer as you often captured the beauty of the world around you.
🖤you still do even after the fall of your own nation khaenri'ah and were plagued with the curse to suffer the curse of immortality.
you have still shown to be in love with nature and your surroundings even after the fact.
🖤You drew a lot even while looking at the night sky for the night always seems to capture your artistic intrigue.
🖤the artistic nature that you have led Dainself to have his curiosity set with you.
🖤Neither of you doesn't know the reason why or how to capture the interest of Dainself.
🖤It could be fate or something entirely else but whatever the reason you were someone he set his sites on.
🖤Even tough you’ve lost count on how long you have been his captive but that’s a story for another time.
🖤he doesn’t worry about your “escape” attempts because he can’t risk you getting hurt.
🖤He often find you sketching and drawing the screen around you.
🖤he often watches you after making a compromise for despite his Yandere tendencies you and him somehow manage to form a relationship with one another.
🖤he often enjoys you being on his lap while you sketch and draw.
🖤for this is mostly reserved when it’s the two of you and that’s often where his most romantic nature comes out for he genuinely love you and you are his artist.
🖤And he often buys you new sketch books or material when he can.
🖤for you are his darling and he wants to make you happy and support your creativity.
