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he sighs, sitting back as a hand rakes through the fluff red locks. "you're probably right. not to mention, a spar does sound enticing." he turns his gaze to the other.

"would you be up for one, then?" he asks. he would like to test his endurance, and who better than someone of zhongli's caliber. he liked the idea of a challenge.

“let’s scream until there's nothing left.”

— @deificdeceit

diluc would rather fight a group of pyro slimes than to let his son be poisoned by that fool of a bard, thank you very much.

he holds the other over his shoulder as he slows his escape to the winery, "don't want that menace to society to ruin you." he tells him. not to mention, he knows full well venti's habit of stealing everyone's son and gifting them anemo visions, and nope, he will not stand for this. nico is his son.

unprompted asks // always accepting. @noctuafought // he's picking up his son and running away with him to the dawn winery (for nico)

WOULD THIS COUNT AS A KIDNAPPING — maybe not, considering Diluc was his legal guardian ( father in most definitions of the word, really ) but that didn't cause any less confusion at being picked up ( quite literally ) considering there was no reason for it to be necessary. He would have followed if he'd been asked to. ❝What is this about?❞ Nothing was wrong, surely, or at least he hoped not.

he can't help rolling his eyes and sighing at the attempt at buttering him up, but he knows when venti is toying with him, and this time doesn't seem to be the case.

he sighs and steps closer to venti. cupping the bard's cheeks, he guides the shorter male as he leans down, pressing their lips together in a slow but meaningful kiss.

he pulls back moments later, giving venti's cheeks a gentle stroke of his thumbs before he finally breaks away entirely.

"happy?" he asks.

@noctuafought asked: ❛  are you saying you want to kiss me ?  ❜ uwu

" I didn't realize i needed to be more blunt with my approach. But yes I do want to kiss you. You've always had a way with my heart that I can't help but desire your affections. "

The bard tilted his head slightly and offered him a small smile. What else could he possibly say to the confrontation? His cheeks were burning, but he could do nothing about it now. He owned up to it, though he wasn't  sure about how Diluc would react. Would he take this as some joke or  would he realize Venti meant every word.

🐝  *  ―  𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐓𝐎  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒. ;; accepting

the voice that travels to his ears sends a flood of ice through his body, stomach churning into knots. he raises his head, locking eyes with who he believes is the most dangerous harbinger.

stiffening, diluc stares him down, watching childe's every move. he doesn't know everything about the fatui, but he knows enough: he's aware of who each of the harbingers are and he knows their power level.

needless to say, one of his hands clenches ever so slightly when the ginger approaches the bar. he knows he can't make a scene, can't leap across the bar like he feels like doing and taking care of this fatui scum, but he knows his place. he can't afford to tank his reputation.

taking a deep breath to school himself, he gives a tight smile to the other.

"coming right up." he drolls out, turning to fetch a glass and pouring the requested wine. he slides the drink over to the harbinger, crimson eyes ablaze.

@noctuafought liked for a g.enshin starter! [ diluc & childe ]

"Now I've heard the stories about you..."

There's something audacious about walking into the bar of Diluc Ragnvindr and annoucing such a statement, and yet with the pleasant smile on his face and mora in hand, Childe appears the impeccable first time customer. He spares a moment to glance around the room, taking in the atmosphere before he returns his steady gaze back to the redhead behind the bar.

"Finest wine in Mondstadt, right? I look forward to trying!" Though his words seem genuine there is a sense of something more going on here, not just a Snezhnayan traveller out to taste Dandelion Wine as the surface might suggest. He's careful to control his expression, however, curious as to how much the proclaimed enemy of the Fatui knows, eager to see how much of what he has learnt is true.

If so, he might just have found a promising rival to battle. One who might be able to sate the itch beneath his skin for a time...

he huffs in feigned annoyance at the hint that it isn't enough. he affectionately flicks venti's forehead, other arm wrapping around his petite waist.

"hmm... let you be addicted to my wine, or my kisses. i think i'll take the latter." he comments, though he can't deny that he also likes kissing venti. it feels like floating on a cloud. ignoring the fact that venti happens to represent freedom, diluc could say that he does indeed feel a sense of freedom and a light heart when he's with the bard.

he can't help rolling his eyes and sighing at the attempt at buttering him up, but he knows when venti is toying with him, and this time doesn't seem to be the case.

he sighs and steps closer to venti. cupping the bard's cheeks, he guides the shorter male as he leans down, pressing their lips together in a slow but meaningful kiss.

he pulls back moments later, giving venti's cheeks a gentle stroke of his thumbs before he finally breaks away entirely.

"happy?" he asks.

he tries not to wince at the other's defeated tone, his own arms crossed. he knows he's asked a lot from his twin over the years, depended on him far more than he should have, but he doesn't know what else to do.

he reaches up to flick a red lock out of his eyes before finally returning his twin's gaze. "i hate to ask," he really does, "but do you think you can perhaps pose as me in the tavern tonight? i have... business to attend to, and the knights of favonius are too suspicious for my liking, if what the traveler says is anything to go by."

no one else in the world besides the traveler knows his identity, but vesper will always be a different case. even if the two stand at a considerable distance, diluc knows deep in his heart that he can trust him despite it all.

@noctuafought indulged my special guy! (diluc starter call)

"I already know what you're going to ask, 'Luc..." There's a furrow of the brow as bitter words fall from his lips, rising emotion bubbling beneath the surface, an old anger that has never truly fizzled out. Vesper's arms fold across his chest as he turns away, already contemplating carrying the weight of a familiar coat that has never truly sat well upon his shoulders, only used when the need for a faux interpretation, a copy of the original, is necessary. "Just tell me where you need me to be."

There's a resignation to his tone then and he glances back across at his twin, but says nothing, instead letting his arm drop once more to brush imaginary lint from his waistcoat. It would seem he needs to pull on Kaeya for another favour, switching shifts at least so they can cover for the head of the family's escapades. Nevermind that the two of them live up to dear old father's dream better than Diluc himself.

he's used to people leaving him — his mother, his father, kaeya, old friends, the list grows. it's a sad fact, but it's true nevertheless. he knows that things are just too good to be true, whether the fault lies in himself or in another factor.

deep inside, he knows he can't tie aether down, he knows the traveler goes wherever his heart takes him, and diluc is perfectly fine with that. does he wish that were the case? no, definitely not.

he shakes the thoughts. he hides the heart on his sleeve and he merely gives aether a soft smile.

"i'm glad to know that you're able to offer me a home in yourself. it's not something i'm used to." he admits. he knows they'll drift, so he starts preparing himself now, for that inevitable loss.

"however, if you do leave and ever choose to return, i'll always welcome you with open arms." he promises. even if he accepts fate, there's still that hope in him.

❝I can say goodbye to everyone else, but not you.❞ (Aether)

— @artificeheart

it's truly an odd sensation to be missed, heart thumping at the notion of just how much he matters to someone again on a deeper level. it terrifies him, but it also makes him feel weightless.

crimson hues flit over to the traveler, his own emotions fluffing up as he, too, realizes how much he's come to appreciate aether's presence.

“i... i suppose i feel the same way,” he starts, gaze drifting away now, “but,” his logic rolls forth, an attempt to comfort the other, “you don't have to say goodbye, and it's not for forever. you have your sister to find, so i won't take it too harshly that you have to depart again. not to mention, i know you'll always return. while i will also... miss you, you'll always have a place here... a home to return to.” home being... himself. he never understood the idea of being someone's place of comfort, but he doesn't want to make the same mistakes again.

diluc<333333333333

crimson hues flick to the refined gentleman and he shrugs as he folds his arms over his chest.

"you could say that. my family has been crafting these wines for years now, and we always try to suit everyone's tastes and preferences." he answers, "if you're willing to try, i can give you a taster." he offers.

it's an honest observation, one that many tend to make, but diluc can't help but snort. he covers his mouth as he regains his composure, then he clears his throat.

"not to be arrogant, but believe me, barbatos doesn't bless the wine." 'he just drinks it all' he mutters under his breath. it's a sweet sentiment from those who look up to the anemo god, but diluc knows very well that 'barbatos' isn't responsible for the wines' fame.

diluc hates that even after all this time, he's still an open book to kaeya. no matter how hard he pushes him away, no matter how closed off and locked away he makes himself, kaeya still knows exactly how diluc feels.

he rolls his eyes, arms folding over his chest. he looks away, brows knitted together. he sighs softly, why...? why does kaeya care so much? why doesn't he hate him? why does he try? why does kaeya shoulder all of diluc's mistakes and actions?

"you aren't responsible for my burdens." he finally speaks, "and i'd rather you not care about me because of some imagined guilt. i don't need the pity."

he can't help it. he can't help but keep kaeya at a distance. he doesn't trust himself. he has changed from his little... adventure, but that doesn't mean he isn't still capable of possibly losing all sense and composure. he can't risk that.

@noctuafought: ❛ i’m fine. there’s nothing for you to worry about. ❜ 

when was diluc ever fine? that was the first thought that rushed through kaeya's head as he sat there in the winery. this was meant to be a brief visit, to drop off some items his estranged brother asked for, and get out of the way before the suppressed memories of his time here broke free and rushed into his head.

but that was not going to happen now as he found himself leaning forward in his seat and tilting his head, almost examining diluc as a long sigh left his lips and kaeya replied to that obvious lie.

"i'm not dumb, diluc. you haven't been fine for years, and whether you like it or not, i still care and worry about you. i'm responsible for some of those burdens you bare, so i will worry about you no matter what. so, talk to me, what's wrong."

Send “📂“ for a random yet completely useless headcanon I have

📂 !!

diluc was terrified of the dark as a child. literally couldn't go to bed in complete darkness or silence

📂

while grape juice is his favorite, he developed an obsession with lemonade, especially strawberry lemonade

📂 📂 !

he let kaeya braid his hair when they were younger. he currently allows klee to braid his hair if she asked

he loves cyno's humor. crepus was literally the dad joke type of dad so diluc is 100% used to it and lives for them

📂 !

he may not show it but he knows every single dirty juicy bit of gossip in town

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he can play the violin but he had done it more as a child as he's far too busy to get back into it nowadays

📂📂

looks like he eats salads, greens, healthy stuff when in reality, he's a ravenous carnivore

while he isn't much of a sweet tooth, he likes baking in his free time

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he'll listen to classical music, usually when he's reading or trying to get through his endless paperwork

📂📂📂📂📂📂 gimme multiple verses hcs coward

main:

he took his birth name and reclaimed it, turning it into his archon name

he was an equestrian when he was growing up, had a beautiful black horse he named nox

reincarnation:

he has a horrible memory. it's not that he forgets easily, it's that everything blurs together and he often gets confused about his memories and which ones belong to when and where

phoenix:

because he's part phoenix, his bird-like tendencies leak through. so he will feel compelled to snatch up anything that's shiny

harbinger:

no surprise to anyone but he has beef with tartaglia regardless of whether or not he's a harbinger himself. he finds him lowkey obnoxious, not to mention, tartaglia is hydro so his displeasure also hinges on that. he does admire tartaglia's fighting skills, but he just can't stand his attitude

diluc essentially takes over his father's spot as the tenth harbinger