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— taking care of his wounds

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꒰ genre ꒱ — fluff & angst, crack, mentions of blood, sweet n cute

 Taking Care Of His Wounds

— xiao

"you do not have to do this."

"but i want to!"

deep down inside, it was imperatively embarrassing for xiao to have you mend his wounds and scratches— especially considering the fact that you were seeing him this way for once, a shelter of vulnerability and weakness, as he always seem to put it.

a good for nothing who cannot even be strong enough to defend himself, let alone the person he fell in love with.

keep in mind, you were very much aware of your boyfriend and his cruel views on himself, precisely the hurting words chosen by him, which he would insult himself with on a daily basis.

as punishment? one can only guess or say that much, but there was a translucent underlining that only a handful of people were able to take a grasp on.

"and you‘re my boyfriend xiao." that happiness in your voice, he couldn't get enough of it. but you always add the right words into the mix, catching a bolstering blush on xiao‘s handsome face the sweet moment he picks up your chosen name for him.

'boyfriend' was he worthy of such a name? he shivered, it took all his self control to not run off from this vulnerable moment.

"i‘m also worried." and you sigh so sweetly against him, melting your skilled fingers into his flesh and filling all the cold emptiness within his heart. "i don't want you to worry." his voice almost breaks in midst his sentencing but it's low, his words mumbled, "you could find someone better than me."

it's a graven fear the man held for what felt like an eternity. to see you leave one day due to his weaknesses.

because every time he experiences you taking care of him, yes, xiao does turn embarrassed— his eyes twinkling open wild, but he feels that static, as if he could actually reach the heavens behind the sky.

he suddenly hisses when you began to wrap a small cloth around a bigger wound on his hand, sneakily sealing your lips over his roughened up knuckles to kiss each and every one of them.

"there will never be someone better than you, xiao."

 Taking Care Of His Wounds

— scaramouche

"how childish."

scaramouche's face was mounted in a discomforting tinge while he gazed at the cute, little, not to mention pink, band aids covering the majority of his face and chest. "shut up."

you shake your head, laughing at your boyfriend's bright, assessing eyes while he hopelessly attempted to wholly conceal the agonizing pain bound within his facial features, keeping them in check with a hard look, brows criss crossed and squeezed together, "you're using too many of those."

"i wouldn't have to if there weren't that many scratches all over you."

but above and beyond, there it was; a crucial, meaningful expression that sneakily slipped past his own eyes— your current state, when you lock away the smallest amount of warm tears glinting nervously, finishing it with a soft smile, not wanting to make scaramouche feel even worse.

what confused you, and, frankly, scared you in the first place was the severe rarity of this situation— it was uncommon for him to get this beat up, this littered up with scratches and bumps, you can still remember the mere seconds earlier, when he showed up in front of your door step— dirty clothes ruptured and ripped, his bottom lip popped open and blood sliding down his chin, eyes low lidded, barely any life behind them.

by all means, scaramouche was doing better now, with the help of you and your quick responses doing wonders. needless to say did he too, catch a glimpse of your distress when you suddenly had stopped mending his wounds.

"hey." he pokes your left cheek, once, twice— "hey," and his comforting, warm voice ever so softly slips past your ears.

"i'll be okay, besides, i will take it as an insult if you think that is enough to end me."

and judging by the hitch of your breath, scaramouche felt a rambling burn deep inside, at nothing but that distraught look on your person. He opens his eyes wide, steady as glass, before sloping his head towards you, a faint, transient smile lightening his bruised face when you lean in to kiss his lips, tenderly, but compelling enough to lift the worry off your shoulders.

 Taking Care Of His Wounds

— diluc

patience— and the adequate plenitude of pressure were the very two notions you had channeled tonight, with your trembling hands slowly dapping the blood off diluc‘s injuries.

you truly cannot remember the last time he had shown any signs of recklessness in his usual behavior when it came to fending of intruders, so whatever must‘ve happened today had to be of graven importance or a powerful enemy catching him off guard.

"thank you." he suddenly speaks, but averts his eyes, and although his voice was raspy and chill, diluc managed to quickly snap you out of your stinging thoughts. you move to his face, tilting his chin up to catch an ideal view on the main bruises around his left cheek, allowing you to tackle those as well, "for doing this i mean."

at his words, you stop your hand, smiling serenely, almost angelic.

"you don't have to thank me for this."

"—but, do you want to tell me about what happened?"

diluc's face twitches when you retorted back to brush a splotch of dried blood from his jaw— you noticed how his lip was busted open, this thought again, of someone hurting the love of your life, it compared to sharp needles jabbing at your skin, over and over until drilled in its entirety.

but he didn't, diluc would never tell you about anything dangerous, not even when he showed up to your home, looking like that. "i rather not." there it was, that brave smile he'd manage to put on whenever he found himself in a situation like that, regardless, worry gnawed away at you, your gaze piercing through him like a freezing blast of ice.

"yet worry not." all of his attention was on you as he slants close to take your cheeks in his roughened palms, feeling them shake against your skin awakened a murky, dull feeling where you wanted to just cry in his arms, "i'd never let someone hurt you."

sigh, deep down, you wonder if diluc will ever comprehend that seeing him like that was already hurting you, was already pulling the hot air off your seized throat and clenching your heart with dread, feeling as if you could not breathe.

instead, you smile kindly at him, foreheads resting against each other, overcome by a dark sense of silence.

 Taking Care Of His Wounds

— childe

"hah! you should see the other guy!"

excessive boasting upon boasting, your sweet childe was out here acting like he had just experienced the best day in his entire life— a certain smile, brighter than ever witnessed before, if it wasn‘t for his black eye and bloody nose breaking the illusion he attempted to portray.

however, in contrast, childe found it exceedingly cute and appealing whenever you were severely worried and concerned about him— as is someone was ever able to greatly harm nor scratch the overenthusiastic harbinger. "you really shouldn‘t be this reckless sometimes."

you sigh deeply, then shake your head, mending the bigger wounds with a wet cloth first so they were clean and ready to be wrapped up.

but, important side note, you being brightly concerned for him made his heart flutter unexpectedly and childe suddenly expels a large wave of pride, "but you love it when i'm reckless."

"i do not."

"you don't?!" his smirk fades.

"i want you to be save." you kiss the corner of his mouth, and a vast deal of weariness sweeps over you, claiming your energy with it when you remember that this wasn't possible.

ajax was a harbinger after all.

his voice, now thick of seriousness, greets you closely, "don't worry about me." he speaks so idly, listlessly and without a care in the world, as if he doesn't care about his own wellbeing. and it left a bitterness littering on the tip of your tongue.

"because as long as you have everything in your life, i too will be fulfilled." with that, childe kisses you, all around passionate, needful and telling. on the assumption that he longed to show you his determination to protect you in a different way than solely using his own choice of words.

 Taking Care Of His Wounds

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Because Genshin doesn't have enough representation, here's what Diluc is like in my AU.

Homosexual

Twink.

His hair is still red, but it has a streak of white from using the Delusion

He's still banned from Snezhnaya XD

Dark, slightly golden toned skin

He is beauty he is grace he will claymore you in the face

More than a touch of the 'tism (mood)

His hands have gone pitch black from using the delusion (think Eclipsa in SVTFOE)

There are some cracks on his chest from using the delusion (Like Pink Pearl from SU)

Crippling depression, anxiety and PTSD

A fucking dragon (less important but still there)

Transmasc (Yass king slay)

Whore (Childe, Zhongli, Thoma, Ayato, Albedo, Baizhu, Itto, the list goes on)

Low-key fashion icon

Any adult who looks at him is suddenly both horny and scared


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Mondstadt=Scotland

Idfk man I just want Diluc with a Scottish accent

He sounds like James Mcavoy now


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Dawn Winery in my fanfic/AU but Diluc is fucking RICH. Like- Sir- save some cash for the rest of us.

So, Dawn Winery supplies about 90% of Teyvat's wine. How? I don't know man, a 23 year old and his weird foster parents who might be evil and are entirely willing to kill gods for him decided to.

So, Dawn Winery and associated organizations would recieve 248,463,000,000 USD.

In this AU, they also run about half of the fruit industry of Teyvat.

That's another 63,360,000,000 USD, bringing us up to 311,823,000,000 USD. That is three hundred eleven billion eight hundred twenty million united states dollars.

Then we have the music industry, which owes many taverns across Teyvat large sums of money and relies on them for any income at all.

That adds about 5,000,000,000 at my best guess. This places us at 316,823,000,000 USD

The hospitality industry is about 45% owned by Dawn Winery and affiliated companies, adding 75,600,000,000. This brings us up to a whopping 392,423,000,000

Then we add about 1,000,000,000 from various other, smaller sources.

In total, Dawn Winery would be worth 393,423,000,000 USD, or 118,026,900 Mora.

The wealthiest man on Earth is Bernard Arnolt, worth 164 billion USD, or 49,200,000 Mora. This is a mere fraction of Dawn Winery's earnings. The fraction is about half, if you were wondering.

The owner of a company typically takes home about 10% of the total net income of the company. Diluc's yearly salary alone is 11,802,690 Mora, or 39,342,300,000

(NOTE: This does not include any inheritance or any money he spends. I took the overall net positive of each industry and ran it through a calculator. All negative from the business itself is therefore covered.)


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3 years ago

My fucking sister got a double five star on her first ever ten pull.

This bitch is at level fucking 5 and she got diluc and skyward claymore. One pull.

I hate this


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