Tokyo Revengers Masterlist!!

Jing Yuan x GN!Reader⎢Bird in my hands

Word Count⎢1840

Genre/Tags⎢SFW, fluff, Reader has wings, wing grooming, softness and non-sexual intimacy, written and posted before game launch⎢Crossposted on AO3

Jing Yuan, now labeled ‘Dozing General’ behind doors, used to reign upon the battlefield in his younger days. His awareness, his foresight, his strategy, his instinct, his strength, all made him terrifying to fight. With the aid of the lighting element, few were the enemies he wasn’t able to take down. Perhaps the no man’s land was waiting to be claimed by him, to be renamed “Jing Yuan’s land”. 

He wasn’t perfect of course, he had his share of lost battles. But he had led his men to victory far many more times than he ever had defeat. 

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the kids share one braincell and its purpose is to help people

Arcane

Silco:

Taking powder in

Vi is alive

Vander:

Think of the children

Vi:

Jinx:

Ekko:

And then there was one

Victor:

Think of the children

Vander x reader

when Vander comes back with Powder and Vi

"Are you alright, Are they alright" was the first thing you said to him when he walked into the last drop holding two miserable looking children.

"Just a few cuts and bruises nothing to major." He says while you take the children to go get cleaned up then lay then down in your bed. Going back to Vander you see him sitting at one of the tables with his head in his hand.

'The whole thing on the bridge must've not gone so well.' you thought. You went up behind him and wrapped your arms around his neck giving it small gentle kisses.

He lets out a shaky breath. "So many lives lost. It....It wasn't worth it."

You were at a lost for words. Nothing you could say could seem like a positive in this situation.

"Where'd you find the children." You said softly to kinda get a grasp of what exactly happened on the bridge.

"They were on the bridge looking for their mother... She's dead... They saw her." His voice was raspy and dry. You let go of him in order to get him something to drink.

You went behind the bar. Cleaning a glass to get him some water you felt him wrap his arms around you from behind, hugging you tightly.

"If they have no where else to go I was thinking about keeping them." You smiled at the thought of having to more orphan children in your care.

"I of course would say yes but you'll have to run that by Mylo and claggor."

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i forgot i wrote this but i love it

can I request a Uzui tsuguko reader seeing Uzui like a love/hate brotherly figure? And how Uzui would deal with the 25 years age limit after they take their place as a hashira and awake a mark??

sorry my english sucks 🤡

Sorry posts are taking so long a family member is very sick. I was so close to crying while writing this.

Demon slayer masterlist

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"Hey, your forms wrong... again. " Tengen commented as he sat on the engawa eating sweet potatoes that Rengoku brought over for you.

key words: For You.

"Show me then instead of being an asshole and watching. Your supposed to be teaching me aren't you?" You sassed back, dropping your sword to take a break. Looking over to him you take notice of what he's eating.

"HEY THOSE ARE MINE." You took off in a sprint to get to him.

Tengen ran into the house with you hot on his tail.

Makio stopped the both of you and scolded you like children and when she was done she made you both face the wall and sitting in the corner.

This happened often before tengen retired and you took his place.

The first mission you went on you encountered and lower moon and gained your mark. (let's say muzan didn't kill them after Rui died)

Tengen was devastated, he practically forced you to retire

So we're Hina, Suma and Makio

You were 20

They made sure your last 5 years were the best of your life

When you turned 24 Suma cried a lot, Makio fussed less and Hina... Was Hina

Tengen talked to you for as long as he could everyday

The wanted you to know that you were loved up until you final moments

The day on your 25th birthday you woke up to the 4 of them surrounding you, each with smiles on their faces.

"Happy birthday" they said in unison.

'Ok not creepy at all' you thought to yourself as you try and sit up but your body felt heavier than usual. Must be the effects of the mark.

Makio and Suma are closest to you and held you up.

"Thank you. So what's on today's agenda?"

"Nothing much seems like your not up to it anyway." Tengen could hear the way your bones ached as you moved.

The day moved by quickly, too quickly for Tengens liking.

You ate, you laughed, you cried and now it was time to go to sleep.

Walking to your room you knew you were walking to your death bed. It felt weird but with the Uzui family behind you it felt comforting.

They tuck you in to bed and just as you were about to say goodnight Suma jumped on you.

"I-i don't want you to go to sleep Y/n. Stay awake please." She pleaded into your chest.

Makio was second. She couldn't even say anything, she was crying to hard.

Hina and Tengen tried to stand firm but broke at the sight of you crying and hugging them as well.

They couldn't bare to say goodbye that night and instead got their futons to sleep in the same room.

Tengen heard your heart stop.

Alt End

The say if your 25th birthday Tengen noticed you weren't up for breakfast and went to check on you.

*knock knock*

"Y/n.... You up?" He opened the door to see you peacefully sleeping on your side with 4 notes in your hand close to your face, each dressed to the members of the house.

Tengen slowly walked to your bedside and placed a hand on your head. You were cold.

"Y/n" Tengen called in disbelief. "I thought we had 1 more day" He said barely above a whisper.

He stood there until his wife's called for him.

It's a bad a for rain.

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𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅— diluc x fem!reader. 2.1k. ao3

yours and diluc's love has captured the hearts of teyvat, thanks to the steambird and the kamera. in my head this takes place in another fic im working on so the reader only has one arm.

You marry in a simple gown of silk. There’s enough heft of the silk, as it spills around your arms and babbles down your body like a brook, spilling onto the floor, to show off its price. Your flowers drip from the bouquet in your hands– They drip, not droop. Cecilias and lilies, nothing more than an extension of your beauty. 

Your ladyship, the official bits of it, are donned with a strong kiss. One where Diluc has his hand on your lower back and the other on the side of your face– the side that isn’t being photographed. 

Three photos come from the wedding: One of you walking down the aisle: cobblestones lining outside the winery. Lined by simple flowers, a small party gathered to witness. Two, of the kiss. Swooped, leg slightly lifted, completely and contently at Diluc’s mercy. Three, of your head tossed back in laughter and Diluc’s warm gaze trained intently on you, a fond expression on his face. 

It’s later that month when Mona presents you with the newspaper. She had, after all, advised you on when the perfect day to get married would be. All for a hefty price, of course. But if luck couldn’t be bought, you could certainly try. The front page, however, is something like a gossip magazine. MARRIED FOR THE STARS. Step into the whimsical wedding of the century. 

And it’s those three photos. You hide your face behind the newspaper. 

“You know, you should be pleased. People pay thousands of mora for a chance to be right there,” Mona titters, crossing her arms. “You could at least act grateful.” 

“Oh, Mona… We didn’t need a cover page. We didn’t even need it to be broadcasted!” You protest, though there’s a girlish fluttering in your chest. 

“It’s not like anyone else of such caliber is getting married,” Mona huffs. “You should be honored!” 

Diluc is beet red when he sees the cover page. He hides himself behind his hands, fingers hiding under his fringe. “This is mortifying,” He bemoans. 

“I say Donna crying,” Kaeya says, with a shit eating grin and he looks over the front page, turning to page three for the full article. “Just absolutely inconsolable.” 

“Poor thing,” You hum, sufficiently less embarrassed since Diluc seemed to be embarrassed plenty for the both of you. “Maybe we should get it framed.” 

“Hang it up in Angel’s Share,” Kaeya agrees. “Right next to the collection of best wine awards. What do you think, Diluc?” 

“I don’t think it needs to be hung up,” Diluc says, muffled by his hands. 

“I’m going to hang it up,” Kaeya says. “I’ll get a fresh copy from Mona, so you can hold onto this one. Has Adelinde seen it yet?” 

“Yes,” Diluc says, still muffled. 

“I think everyone’s seen it,” You chime in, grinning as you reach over to tuck a strand of Diluc’s hair behind his ear. His face is certainly warm. 

It’s to no surprise that the weddings that follow for the next few years are inspired by the nation of love. That there’s thousands of attempts to grab the same photos, but none of them have the same candidness to that first kiss you shared with Diluc as husband and wife. None of the dresses have the same water-like texture, none of the flowers are fresh in the same way. 

It could be said for money. But the wind was a perfect whisper, rippling through your gown and your hair, keeping Diluc’s hair out of his face. Rumor was that the Anemo Archon favored the Ragnvindr’s love so greatly he made a personal appearance. 

When you’re invited to Fontaine– When Diluc is invited to Fontaine for a wine festival, he grumbles about it. About the journey, about how he has to leave home for months on end. Even though you’re coming with him, he still grumbles. He’s fond of his manor, he’s fond of the way that you’ve bled into every aspect of it. Brightening it with light colors and gauzy curtains, fresh-scented candles. 

He grumbles less, because you’re so excited to go. You’ve listened to your tailor speak for hours about how beautiful the land of water is, about how the art is so rich and the food richer. You’ve listened to nearly every ballet and every opera on the gramophone. And your tailor has treated you so well, to fashions typical and atypical of the nation. 

(His business had boomed too, after the wedding dress. However, he saved his best work for the Ragnvindrs. He’d be lying if he wasn’t hoping to make another splash in his hometown.) 

Fontaine treats the Ragnvindrs kindly. They have first class tours, with nearly everything included. A villa instead of a hotel room. Nightly escapades to the finest shows Fontaine has to offer. For your first journey to the Opera, you’re buzzing with excitement. 

The gown that’s been made for you in warm blue, with shimmers and hugs your figure. It’s a far cry from the simple dresses you wear back home: modest and breathable. With this one, you wrap a shawl around your shoulders and stand in front of the mirror, doing last minute adjustments. 

Diluc is too filled with energy to sit still for so long, focused on just one thing. He hides it well, and age has slowed him down considerably from when he was nothing but a young firecracker. He’s just gotten better at hiding it. At least, he’ll do it for you. He comes up behind you, resting a hand on your hip. The accents on his suit complement your dress, his hair pulled back in a bow of the same fabric. 

He leans forward to press a kiss to the top of your shoulder, hand sliding to rest securely over your stomach. His other trails down your arm to hold your hand, gently adjusting your engagement ring, which glints in the lamplight. 

“Do everything with this hand,” Diluc says, hunched over so his cheek can rest on your shoulder, facing towards your neck. Here, he has perfect access to the scent of your perfume. 

“I don’t think anyone is mistaking me as single,” You reply. Not when the lovable oaf of your husband is draped over you. Not when he stands so close to you the two of you might as well wear the same concoction of perfume and cologne. 

Diluc hums and straightens up. 

“Well. Let me escort you, my lady,” Diluc says, giving a slight bow. 

You respond with a beaming smile and a small curtsey. 

Diluc captures your lips in a kiss, pulling away with furrowed brows. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask. 

“You’re just too beautiful,” Diluc replies. 

This time, the newspaper comes much faster. You’re on page three, under a fashion column. MONDSTAT’S PRINCE CHARMING AND CINDERELLA. The article speaks of how such patrons of the arts were so much more patrons of each other, madly in love by gaze alone. 

You’re whisked away to the gala: the actual event you’ve come for. The finest gown is for that night: off the shoulder with large sleeves, tailored and glittering, beaded details accentuated by the diamonds around your neck. There’s a frown on Diluc’s face as he gets ready, does up his buttons and does up his tie. 

When prompted on what soured his mood, he simply replies: “I don’t want to socialize.” 

You laugh, tinkling bells through the room. 

“What?” Diluc asks. “They like you so much more than they like me.” 

“Oh, but you’re the one they want to talk to,” You say, coming over to him. You smooth your hand over his lapel. “I think they just like looking at me.” 

“They should talk to you instead,” Diluc replies. “You’re so much more interesting than I am.” 

“And share me with the world?” You tilt your head. 

“Oh, good point.” Diluc slides his hand back around your waist. The dress truly is something to marvel. Such a marriage of Fontaine’s couture and Mondstadt's simplicity. Diluc’s gaze can’t leave your waist, can’t leave your chest. “Good point.” 

The Steambird gets a quip from you that night, a bright eyed, pink haired girl with a camera approaches you and Diluc, begging for a photo. She has many questions, and expresses such to you, but will only ask you for one. And to forgive her because it’s not wine related. (“Good,” Diluc had said, mostly to himself and you, “I’ve spoken enough about wine.” Charlotte had beamed at that.) 

“Everyone’s been calling you Teyvat’s true fairytale,” She says, recording device poised. “Do you have any advice for those of us trying to find our own fairytale?” 

You laugh, and look up at Diluc, placing a hand on his chest. In turn, his hand sits dutifully at your lower back. He looks down at you, a fond expression on his face. 

“I don’t think there’s a script to it,” You say, tearing your gaze away from Diluc. “I think it just happens.” 

“You can’t be looking for it,” Diluc adds on, his gaze never leaving you. 

RECIPE FOR A FAIRYTALE

A Mondstadt love story is not unheard of. If anything, it has permeated our childhoods, with so many famous tales coming from the land of romance. Growing up, these tales of princes and princesses, who find true love after a fearsome trial of strength, bravery and wit seem so out of reach, as if they linger as stories painted in constellations. Gorgeous to gaze at, charming to consume, delightful to dream about. 

There must be something in the Mondstadt air, whether it be the scent of windwheel asters or the Anemo Archon’s own blessing, given that Teyvat’s own fairytale hails from the tranquil nation. That Ragnvindrs won the hearts of Teyvat when they got married. Sources at the time revealed photos of the event, two lovers intertwined in their own world, speckled by the sunlight filtering through the translucent clouds in the sky. Their vows promised a lifetime of never-ending love, and their kiss was sealed with a warm brush of wind. 

Their love has not run dry. Tonight, at the Festin de Boire, Diluc Ragnvindr and his lady, Ophelia, continue their tour of Fontaine. Dressed by Fontaine’s own Herbert Agustin, the two are fit for on-stage royalty. Diluc’s suit is finely tailored, a warm, dark brown that highlights his cabernet eyes and acts as logs on a hearth for his flaming mane. Tonight, it’s tamed by a ribbon the same shade as his wife’s gown. A stunning, off the shoulder champagne piece with sleeves that billow out and come together around the wrist, embroidered by pearls. Tonally, it matches the bubbling drinks in their hands. It would be remiss to not discuss the stunning set of diamonds that sprawled across her collarbone in long droplets. 

The banquet attendees are just as smitten with the Ragnvindrs as I am. Witnessing the attentiveness of Diluc and the grace of Ophelia, it’s hard to not raise my own crumbling standards when it comes to a partner. Not once did I see his hand leave her waist, lower back or cheek for longer than a few breaths. 

When I spoke with them for a brief moment, it was like gazing into a snowglobe, where a prince and princess stand, eternally in love. Accentuated by the quartet playing, the two of them struggled to pull their gazes away from each other. Truth be told, the two looked so stunning up close, I struggled to pull my own gaze away. 

I asked our lovers the question on all of our minds, one that circulates my own to no end. Do they have any advice on how we can find our own fairytale? 

Ophelia rested her hand on his broad chest, a smile on her face. Diluc’s hand curved around her waist, resting on the bottom of her bodice before the dress expanded into its fullness. It is easy to imagine them back at their winery, standing in their garden in the same position. The same love painted on their faces, only with crystal flies circling about them instead of servers carrying plates of hor d'oeuvres and glasses of wines. 

“I don’t think there’s a script to it,” Ophelia told me, though her words floated up in the direction of her husband. She further confirmed: “I think it just happens.” 

Diluc, who had told me he was glad for the opportunity to discuss matters other than wine (and, if I must make my own conclusions, was euphoric to discuss his wife), added the big secret: “You can’t be looking for it.” 

To think that such a cherished romance simply fell into their laps is almost astonishing. To see such a fairytale, to learn that it came without slaying any dragons, that it fell like an autumn leaf or a ripe bulle fruit… It is the thing of dreams. And perhaps a reminder that the best things in life come to us when we aren’t looking. 

So I really loved your fics with the sibling/ father figure. But may I request the hashira's father figure (also a demon slayer) coming to their rescue? Like jumping in the middle of a difficult fight, screaming "Not my kid you". Thank you 💓

No, thank you for the request and for liking the other ones.

*Manga Spoilers*

Giyuu

During the final battle you took almost every hit for giyuu much to his dismay.

"Your hurt enough as it giyuu. I'm not losing my son."

He stood in place for a second letting your words sink in.

"From the way you look your gonna die before me, old man." He said running past you and towards muzan.

Mitsuri

You and kanjiro were fight all night. The village that you were in was plagued with demons.

Coming to the 6th hour of fighting Mitsuri stopped, sensing no demons around her, so her could take a breath.

A weak demon saw this opportunity to sneak up on her, luckily for her you saved her.

Swiftly cutting off it's head. "Your not touching her... Not my daughter" You said with malice sending shivers down the withering demon spine.

"Stay alive Konroji. I know your tired but the sun will come up soon."

Sanemi

Upper moon was a tough guy.

"GENYA!" You screamed running into the room as genya was sliced in half.

"I'll be fine. I promise." He tried but failed to calm your nerves. Sanemi stood over the both of you defensively.

Grabbing the bottom of his haroi making him look back at you.

"Please don't." You pleaded. As if you prayers were answered gyomei showed up (gyomei ex machina).

You couldn't bare to watch as Genya disenegrated

Rengoku

You trailed Kyojuro on the Mugen train not just because trains were a new idea and you didn't entirely trust it but because you didn't feel right when you watched him leave.

You were right to be skeptical when you watched fight Akaza. You wanted to see him fight before butting in but when you saw Kyo slowing down.

Akaza was going for the killing blow when you blocked him with your sword.

"NOT MY SON!" You yelled getting in between them and cutting Akaza's arm. Akaza jumped back seeing that the sun was coming up. You watched as he ran while Rengoku kept his eyes on you.

He had never seen you yell and the fact that you called him a son he felt honored.

Shinobu

When Kanae died you were there. As she was saying her dying words you were fighting doma trying to keep him away from the children.

"You took one away from me. I'm not letting you take another." You chocked on your tears when you spoke but doma just laughed.

"Your a strong one, I'll grant you mercy this once. I can't stand to see a grown man cry." He said laughing. You blinked and he was gone.

You couldn't bring your self to go back to shinobu and Kanae, and instead you kneeled to the ground crying at the lost.

Muichirou

He forgets that you even there until he sees you take a hit for him.

"I know what you told me but I can't stand by and watch you get hurt, son."

"What did I say" Tokito asked. His memory was almost laughable.

"Uh... Nothing just focus on the fight for now."

Tengen

You accompanied Tengen to the red light district. When Daki was found out you were helping people evacuate before you even knew there was a second demon. Soon everything turned into Caos. When you got you where the main fight was happening you saw Hinasturu on a roof.

"Mr. Y/n its lord Tengen." She worriedly pointed to a seemingly dead and missing and arm Tengen.

"UZUI!" You jumped off the roof and ran down to him dodging all the attacks that came.

You first looked at his arm, the bleeding has stopped. Then you looked at his chest, he was still breathing.

"Go away." He muttered. Then you caught on, he was pretending.

Gyotaro was talking to tanjiro when you came up behind him.

"What did you do to my son." You asked with no particular tone.

When gyotaro turned to look at you tanjiro took the time to strike and so did you.

Obanai

Obanai doesn't give you a chance to help. Once you do (if you get past him) he pushes you to the side and scolds you like your the child.

Strawberries and Wolves (Diluc Ragnvindr X Fem!Reader, Platonic!Razor X Reader)

Summary ~ During your time living at Dawn Winery with your husband, you got to know the young boy who lives in the forest of Wolvendom and make frequent visits to see him. During one of these visits, you’re attacked.

Disclaimer ~ I do not own Genshin Impact or any of its characters.

Word Count ~ 4k

Warnings ~ Husband!Diluc, flirty Diluc, some kissing, blood, injury, Razor being the son sweetheart that he is, monsters (Rifthounds), fighting, no use of Y/n

Diluc Ragnvindr Masterlist

Genshin Impact Masterlist

A/N ~ Razor is my son. That is all.

•DO NOT run my work through any form of AI writing program•

•I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app. If anyone sees my work anywhere but here, it has been reposted without my permission•

the sweet smell of freshly baked muffins filled the large kitchen around you as you reached inside the oven and carefully removed the hot pan, the thick fabric covering your hands warming up as you carried the pan over to the island in the middle of the kitchen. A dozen blueberry muffins now sat on the counter, steam billowing up from the tops of them as you gently poked the tops of a couple with a toothpick to ensure they were baked properly, a smile forming on your lips when the toothpick came out clean.

You leaned forward and pressed your palms to the edge of the wooden countertop, pushing your face into the trail of fragrant steam floating up into the air above the fresh pastries and inhaling the comforting scent.

Next to the pan of muffins sat a basket, the inside filled with various foods you had spent the morning making and even some fruits and vegetables you had picked up from the market in Mondstat the day before.

Once a week, you prepared a basket of food to take up into Wolvendom for the young boy who lived there with the wolves. You had always had a soft spot for the young boy, ever since you met him just over a year ago. It was the middle of the night and you were on your way home and had chosen to cut through Wolvendom rather than go around, while on your way through you remembered clutching your knife tightly as you followed the trail of lamp grass. The grey-haired boy had nearly made you jump out of your skin when he snuck up on you, your attention has been fully on the glowing blue plants and not on the stranger approaching you from the trees. You had been confused at first, confused as to why the young boy was alone in the middle of the woods, at first he hadn’t answered your question and simply insisted that you couldn’t be there, that it was too dangerous for you.

After returning home to your then fiancé, you had explained to him how you had run into the young boy in the middle of the forest and wanted to return the next day to try and find him, try and learn more about him. Diluc had insisted Wolvendom was too dangerous—a point you used to argue your case on why you needed to find the boy—but ultimately caved, agreeing to help you find the boy the next day.

It had been well over a year now since you found the boy, eventually learning his name was Razor and that he lived in Wolvendom with the wolves. It had taken a long time for him to trust you, and when he finally did you began bringing him food and other things like books and clothes once a week, this became your new routine with the wolf boy.

“Well, doesn’t it smell divine in here?” The sultry voice of your husband broke you out of your thoughts as he walked into the kitchen and took a deep inhale of the air, “What have you baked today, dearest?” A pair of strong arms slid around your waist as he pressed his chest to your back and rested his chin on your shoulder, looking down at the pastries in front of you.

A content hum fell from your lips as you leaned back into his chest and tilted your head to the side so it pressed against his own, “Good morning Diluc, I was wondering how long it would take for you to find your way in here.” You turned to look at him and planted a quick kiss on his cheek, “Blueberry muffins for Razor, and a few other things that I found at the market yesterday that I thought he might like.” You leaned forward away from Diluc’s body and plucked a strawberry from the basket, bringing it to your lips as you turned around to face the red-haired man.

Diluc’s eyes flickered down to your lips as you bit into the red berry, a smile forming on your lips as you tasted the sweet fruit, “Why don’t you invite the boy to come here? Instead of going all the way up to Wolvendom?” He attempted to reach around you and grab a muffin only to have his hand swatted away by you.

“Hands off mister, these aren’t for you,” you scolded him while pursing your lips and looking up at him, “and you know Razor won’t come here, his home is in those woods, that’s where he is comfortable.” You ate the last of the strawberry.

Diluc sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he watched you begin wrapping the muffins in a white cloth and placing them inside the basket, “I don’t like you going up there alone, it’s dangerous.” He sighed, reaching for your hand and wrapping his fingers around your wrist.

Your gaze softened as you looked up at Diluc, his heart on his sleeve as he told you of his worries, “My love, just because I don’t have a Vision like you, does not mean I am incapable of protecting myself from a few stray Hilichurls.” You tugged on his arm and stepped forward, shifting your hand so your palm was pressed flat against his and your fingers were aligned, “I’ll be back in thirty minutes.” You slipped your free hand up to cup his jaw, running your thumb along his cheekbone while standing o your tiptoes and pressing your lips to his.

Diluc didn’t hesitate to kiss you back, one hand sliding around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer to him only to be stopped by you pulling your lips away from his.

“Strawberries. You taste like strawberries.” He whispered while trying to go in for another kiss, his brows furrowing together when you stepped away from him, “Hey,” he whined.

You reached into the closed basket and grabbed another strawberry, tossing it to your husband with a sly grin, “This should keep you occupied until I get back then.” You waved to him and plucked the basket off of the table, slipping it onto the crook of your arm and heading for the door of the large mansion.

“I am always surprised by your cruelty,” Diluc muttered as he took a bite of the berry and watched you leave, pushing down his worry for you as you went.

~

Stepping carefully down the muddy path into the forest, your eyes bounced around the trees hoping to spot the familiar head of grey hair. You knew the path through Wolvendom like the back of your hand after all your time coming to visit Razor, the young boy has even made sure to show you the best paths to take to your meeting spot to keep you the safest. You would be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t care deeply for the boy, you had taken him under your wing and had done everything in your power to help him learn to trust humans, even if he was still quite wary of Diluc.

Diluc had taken just as much time to come around to the young boy as he had taken to come around to him, both of them still cautious of one another.

Cautious, but trusting.

You were proud of both of them.

When you finally reached the spot where Razor usually met you, you found that he was not there yet. You knew he wouldn’t forget what day it was and figured he was just running late, so, you walked toward a large stone at the base of the rocky cliff and sat down on top of it to wait for the boy.

The fabric of your cloak spread out on the stone around you like a fan as you placed the basket onto the ground beside you and crossed one leg over your knee. Your fingers drummed against the side of your leg as your eyes moved around the clearing, the soft blue glow of the lamp grass sitting in the shade of the trees at the edge of the clearing catching your eye. Looking up at the path which led deeper into the forest to look for Razor one last time, you sighed and hopped off of the rock and moved toward the lamp grass.

You spent the next twenty minutes or so moving about the tree line and gathering various plants and flowers that you saw—mostly lamp grass and wolfhook—before you heard footsteps coming from the trees. You stood and looked toward where the sound had come from, your eyes narrowing when you saw no one.

“Razor? That you?” You called out, your voice heard by only the trees.

Another footstep sounded, followed by several more.

Too many to be human, and far too may to be alone.

Your hand moved to your hip where you kept a dagger—a wedding gift from Diluc—and tightened your grip on the leather wrapped handle.

Two sets of glowing gold eyes peered at you from the trees, a deep rumbling growl flowing out and causing you to freeze, your grip on the knife faltering for a single moment.

You were forced back to reality when two large stony hounds lunged out of the tree line and rushed toward you, broken howls echoing from the throat of one of them while the other began circling you, growling under its breath. Your hand shook as you raised your blade, keeping your eyes on the one in front of you while trying to keep your attention on the one stalking around you, a shiver went down your spine at the sound of the creature’s growling.

Both of the hounds came to a halt, one on either side of you, their eyes still locked on you as you glanced toward the path which led deeper into the forest.

While you knew it was a terrible idea to try and run, you also knew you had no chance of beating them if you stood your ground and fought.

You took off running, still clutching your knife tightly as you hurried up the path without looking back.

The sound of the hounds chasing after you only urged you to run faster, your panicked breathing downing out their howls as your feet thudded against the hard ground.

The feeling of sharp claws tearing onto your arm caused you to scream as you were pushed to the side, your shoulder slamming into a tree before you fell to the ground. A pained whimper broke from your lips as you rolled onto your back and clutched your bleeding arm, pain sprouting in your temple from where it connected with the ground.

Blood seeped through your fingers and stained your skin as the two creatures approached you, their eyes seeming to glow brighter and more menacingly as they floated in front of you. Your chest heaved as you reached for our knife where it lay in the grass, your bloody hand inches away from wrapping around the hilt when the sound of lightning crackled through the air, the hairs on your arms standing up straight as the scent of ozone filled your nostrils.

You barely had time to look where the sound had came from before a flash of purple electricity slammed into both of the creatures, preventing them from getting any closer to you.

A flash of grey moved in front of you before a familiar form stood in front of you, between you and the raging creatures.

“Away!” Razor yelled, his sword raised, electricity sparking down the length of the blade, “Away now!” He swung the blade sending the electricity shooting out toward the two creatures to push them back even further.

You watch wide eyed as lightning danced along Razor’s arms and into his blade as he rushed forward and attacked the two hounds. The cold air bit at your wound as you shifted your shoulders and leaned back against the tree you had been tossed into, the sickening smell of copper filling your mind as the warm liquid dripped from the small cut on your forehead.

Electricity flashed through the air in front of you as Razor moved around the clearing, making sure to keep the stony beasts attention on himself and away from you.

You had never seen him fight, never seen how effective he was in a fight.

He was raised by wolves, and wolves protected their own, you were sure that had something to do with the pure rage you saw in the boy’s eyes as he swung at the hounds.

You were one of his own.

Lupical. That’s what he had called you once.

Family.

Before you knew it, the creatures were gone, one of them lay dead on the ground at Razor’s feet while the other ran away into the woods. Razor stood in front of the dead hound with his hand clenching tight around the hilt of his claymore, his shoulders hunched and chest heaving as he worked to catch his breath.

“Razor?” You spoke up, your voice quiet as you watched the boy with wary eyes, “What were those things?”

His head turned so he could look at you over his shoulder, “Rifthounds. Bad monsters.”

Your brows knit together, confusion mixing with the pain on your face, “Rifthounds? I thought they were all dead?”

Razor ignored your words as he sheathed his sword on his back and walked toward you, his ruby colored eyes fixed on your injured arm, “You are hurt.”

He knelt in front of you and looked at your arm, reaching for it to pull your hand away from the wound causing you to wince slightly as his hand connected with your arm.

“They hurt you.” He muttered, pulling his hand away from you and looking down at the blood on his finger tips, “I was not quick enough, so they kill my brothers and sisters, now they hurt you.”

“Brothers and sisters? They have killed wolves?”

“Rifthounds. They are bad.” Razor looked down at his hands.

Your heart broke for the boy, the wolves were his family and these creatures had killed some of them.

“I am… Sorry.” He looked back up at you and blinked, for a moment you swore you saw tears in his eyes.

“Razor.” You wiped your hand on your leg, cleaning off as much of the blood as you could before reaching forward and taking his scarred hand, “This was not your fault, and neither was what happened to the wolves, understand?” You squeezed his hand, “You kept me safe, you saved my life.”

He squeezed your hand back, tight.

“Can you help me up?”

Razor was careful not to tug on your injured arm as he helped you to your feet, his hands pulling away from you the second you were on your feet, “Can you walk?” He looked up at you and pressed his brows together.

You stood still for a moment, waiting for the spinning in your head to settle before nodding slowly, “I think so, just a bit dizzy.”

Razor blinked, tilting his head to the side, “Dizzy?” He said the word slowly to make sure he was pronouncing it correctly, though he still cringed at the foreign word coming from his mouth.

You often forgot that Razor’s English was rough, he had gotten much better at speaking but some words still confused him.

“Dizzy, it’s like when everything around you feels like its spinning, so it makes it feel like your falling over even though you’re standing still.” You carefully explained the meaning of the word to him while holding onto your bleeding arm once again, the dizziness in your head subsiding slightly by the time you were finished speaking.

The boy thought for a moment before speaking again, “Dizzy.” He nodded, “I will help you walk, so you do not fall.”

Razor helped you slip your good arm over his shoulders, the awkward position proving to be much easier since the two of you were close in height, Razor standing just a few inches shorter than you.

“Thank you Razor.” You smiled over at the boy, “I’m sure Diluc is worried sick about me.”

The two of you began walking, Razor guiding you through the forest down the dirt path, “Diluc… Your mate?”

“Husband. My husband.” You corrected him.

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One thing you had been right about, was Diluc.

He was indeed worried out of his mind.

As soon as he noticed you had been gone longer than you said you would, he grabbed his sword and coat and set off toward Wolvendom.

His worry was only amplified when he saw you walking out of the forest leaning on Razor, blood staining your arm and forehead.

The sound of Diluc’s voice calling your name earned your attention and caused you to lift your head up and look in his direction. The look of complete and utter concern was all you could see on his face as he ran toward you and Razor, his eyes bouncing from your bleeding arm to the cut on your forehead.

“What happened?” He came to a halt, his hand immediately moving to take you from Razor and into his arms so he could get a better look at the damage that had been done to you.

You turned your arm so he could see the claw marks, the strips cut into the fabric of your shirt by the hounds claws, “Rifthounds.”

Diluc’s eyes went even wider, if that was even possible, “Rifthounds? They were hunted to extinction.” He looked up from your arm to meet your eyes.

“They clearly didn’t get that memo.” You let out a dry laugh, “Razor protected me, killed one of them too.”

Diluc turned his attention to the boy standing a few steps behind you, he had remained quiet ever since Diluc showed up and you knew it was because it was still cautious of him.

“Razor.” Diluc kept his arm around you as he spoke to him, “You have my thanks for keeping my wife safe.” He dipped his head slightly, a show of respect to the boy, ”I am in your debt.”

Razor stayed silent for a moment, looking from you to Diluc before speaking, “She is my friend. I protect my friends.”

“Will you be alright out here Razor?” You asked quietly while leaning heavily onto Diluc, your head once again spinning as you dropped it onto his shoulder.

He closed his eyes and nodded, “I must hunt the Rifthounds. They must pay for hurting my family.” He looked back at you when he said family.

Diluc opened his mouth to say something, but instead held his tongue and looked down at you, gently picking you up bridal style.

“I’m going to get her back to the winery so I can get her arm looked at.” He cleared his throat, “If you ever need anything Razor, and I mean anything, you come to us and we will help you.” He told the boy.

Razor nodded, dipping his head to Diluc before looking to you, “Be safe Lupical.”

“Thank you Razor.”

The three of you parted ways, Razor running back into the forest to hunt down the Rifthounds while Diluc carried you back toward the winery.

~

The entire trek back to your home, Diluc was silent, which wasn’t uncommon for him. But you knew his mind was working on over drive thinking of all the things that could have happened to you.

Instead of pushing for him to talk to you, you dropped your head to the side and leaned against his chest, closing your eyes and listening to his steady heartbeat as he carried you home.

Now, you were sitting on the large bed in the master bedroom with Diluc stood in front of you, carefully bandaging the claw marks on your arm.

Diluc’s attention was solely on tending to your wounds, the cut on your forehead was his first task and when he was done with that he moved onto your arm, helping you out of your shirt so he could see it better.

“I know you want to say ‘I told you so’, so just say it.” You broke the silence between you and your husband making him pause his actions and sigh.

The bandage he was wrapping around your arm was cut off with scissors and tucked under the edge to keep it in place before he walked away from you and grabbed one of his white shirts from where it sat folded on the desk.

“what if you had been killed?” That was not what you were expecting him to say as he handed you the shirt and knelt in front of you, refusing to meet your eyes.

You reached forward to place your hand on the side of his face, lifting it up so he was forced to look at you, “But I wasn’t, Razor protected me.”

“And if he hadn’t been there? Then what?”

You went still, your mouth clamping shut and your hand falling from his face to your lap. Turning your gaze to your lap, you sighed and breathed in a long breath before speaking, “I won’t stop going up there, Razor needs me. I’m one of the only friends he’s got Diluc.” You traced the lines on your upturned palm with your eyes, “I worry about him being up there all alone.”

Diluc grabbed your hand, squeezing it tight and whispering your name to get you to look up at him, “I’m not asking you to stop going up there, I know how much that boy means to you. I could never ask you to stop going up there, dearest.” His calloused hand cupped the side of your face, “I’m asking you to let me come with you from now on.”

“Really?”

His free hand went to the other side of your face, both of his thumbs now rubbing your cheekbones, “Helping that kid makes you happy, and I want you to be happy. But I also want you to be safe. So, I’ll come up with you from now on so I know that you’re safe.”

A grin made it’s way onto your face, “He’s growing on you, isn’t he?”

Diluc froze, a pink tint blooming along his cheeks as he looked away from you, “He is not.”

You laughed, the sound echoing around the room as Diluc stood and moved away from you, “He is!” You stood carefully, clutching the white shirt in your hand as you walked after him, “You have a soft spot for the wolf boy!”

You grabbed a hold of Diluc’s arm and pulled yourself toward him, your chest pressing against his as you looked up and him and grinned.

“Admit it.” You stood on your tiptoes and moved your lips close to his, “Admit I’m right.”

Diluc closed the gap between you both, kissing you slowly and cutting off your grin.

“You’re wrong.” He whispered as he pulled back and walked away from you, leaving you standing in the middle of the bedroom.

“Where are you going?”

Walking toward the door, Diluc sighed, “Going to hunt some Rifthounds with the wolf boy.”

You watched him walk out of he bedroom before it dawned on you.

“Ha! I was right!”

Ganyu x gn reader that has an obsession with eating flowers. Especially toxic ones. Like they are so pretty, reader can't help but have the urge to eat them.

They will eat just about any flower.

Oh? What's this? Ganyu, having her little secret flower snack time? Reader is right there, eating flowers with her.

Though, reader probably shouldn't eat that many flowers, considering they're only human, that and the fact that the flowers they do usually eat tend to be poisonous. Teehee

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Ganyu meet you while she was wondering a mountain.

"What are they doing over there? " she muttered to herself as she let curiosity get the better of her.

Before she could make it all the way over to you, you had fallen limp.

Panicked she went to see if you were alright, you had a half eaten flower hanging out of your mouth.

She brought you to bubu pharmacy.

This later became a recurring event.

She'd catch you eating something.

You'd pass out.

Then off to bubu pharmacy you go.

It got to the point where she would have medicine on hand to treat you.

One day she'd find you sitting on the edge of a cliff just... Relaxing. It was weird for her to see you not passed out.

She approached you with caution. She got close enough to see that you were hold I flower.

Twisting it in your fingers as you gazed at the landscape. Almost as if you were in a trance.

"Y/n are you alright?" She said hesitantly.

You looked back at the adeptis.

"I'm fine, ganyu. Just thinking of what reason the gods would make a flower that tastes so good be so deadly." You chuckled.

You patted the space next to you.

"You don't have to stand, come sit, get comfortable."

She sat next to you taking the flower out of your hand.

"Why do you eat them if their bad for you." She asked staring at the flower that could've been your last.

"I got it from you when I was a kid. I saw you eating them so I did to." You gave her a big smile, it kinda made her feel guilty ^_^;

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