Hello, Fellow Omi-omi Stan! Buttt I'm Afraid I'm Here To Ask For A Genshin Fic Hehe

hello, fellow omi-omi stan! buttt I'm afraid I'm here to ask for a genshin fic hehe

if you do multiple characters, what do you think of diluc + kaeya + zhongli + childe finding their s/o dead after defending their child? the kid is alright, but the s/o, unfortunately, isn't.

the heartstrings need a good tugging today I think. wonderful work with your fics btw ✨

loved, and loved, and lost you

a/n: oh MY i've been looking forward to doing this ask, HI OMI NATION HI, and i hope you enjoy the hurt i'm about to offer. tbh i don’t like how this turned out at all but oh well-

plot: the character finds the reader dead after protecting their kid

contains: diluc, kaeya, tartaglia

warnings: children (i know some of you hate that) death, mentions of violence, blood, traumatic experiences, self-blaming, panicking proceed only if you're comfortable with the topics!

tartaglia

even though he had been introduced to a big family at the very start of his life, and never imagine his own adult life any different, from a very young age tartaglia had his doubts about eventually becoming a father.

obviously, he had wanted that, and always had known he wouldn't feel as accomplished without it. his mindset, however, was doubted in his second year serving the tsaritsa. he was merely an agent, a damn good one, but still no more than a little agent, seemingly unrecognizable. still, as he watched one of the "enemies of state"' he was sent to kill die beneath him, the guy, coughing blood and staining the teenager's brand new uniform, muttered a sentence that was to be forever engraved inside ajax's, or later tartaglia's brain.

"tonia" the guy said, smiling, even in the face of inevitable death. the boy's glance turned from disgusted to fierce as he rapidly turned his attention to the dying figure at the sound of his beloved sister's name, sister's who was merely a little girl at the time, not even ten. "oh, so my research had been correct" the guy smiled "you better keep a close eye on her if you decided to do me like this. there will be consequences."

ultimately nothing bad happened to tonia, but it was enough to send the young fatui agent's head into overdrive, fear not leaving him for months, moral of the story overshadowing on all his future life plans.

that's when he decided, there was no family to even consider starting until he had left the fatui, and snezhnaya too, if possible. and even then, he still wasn't sure if he'd be able to put both his future spouse and the kid, or kids, in that kind of danger, how bad would that make him, right?

you, your smiles and reassurance, your lighthearted approach, your charm, all that fouled him into believing his teenage nightmares were nothing more than just that, into feeling safe, like the danger was no longer there. like there was no one on his back.

so there he was, a fatui harbinger, recognizable, feared and loathed by far too many far too powerful people. with a family.

there he was,

"my lord?" a quiet, almost frightened voice was heard throughout his cold office.

"more courage, or i might not hear" he joked, still not lifting his gaze from the papers he had yet to fill through, a young mage from his own squad approaching him with a device.

"it's about the security cameras you had installed back at your house" she mumbled, startled by how fast he had turned around. he reached out a hand, urging her to pass him the screen.

the video was blurry, and in a very bad quality, but he still could make out the three figures standing in his living room - one, he didn't recognize, presumably a man, tall and with a covered face, two - obviously you, three - your daughter on the floor, hiding behind the table leg. he could feel the blood in his veins speeding up like almost never, visibly distressed by what he was watching.

"what the fu-" he wanted to say, but was interrupted by a voice from the video.

"send lord tartaglia my best regards" the deep voice stated, before his arm swayed forward, and just like that, your body fell to the floor with a dull thump.

everyone present in the office felt shivers run down their spines, watching closely as childe's eyes widened in shock, some could swear tiny little electric sparks escaped his tight grip on the device, before he threw it across the table, leaving in a hurry, not even bothering to throw his coat on.

he raced his way to the house, ignoring the burn in his chest, and vision blurrying with tears immediately after he wiped them away.

no.

no!

this wasn't happening, it was for sure a cruel prank, either scaramouche's or dottore's, both of these lazy bastards would for sure be able to come up with a plan as twisted. there was no other option.

no, he refused to believe this. he was so cautious! for once in his life, he cared about security guidelines and procedures, he went to incredible distances to hide whatever personal information of yours might've been leaked somewhere. hell, he even accepted all your fights and tantrums over how secretive and stressed he was. all of it, he did.

hence, there was no way that he would actually see what he saw on the tape when walking through the-

the first thing he heard was a string of faint "wake up" 's coming from a throat soared by screaming. the next - choked up cries, sentences slurred beyond recognition.

he leaned against the doorframe, feeling blood rushing away from his head at the sight before him.

he wanted to scream, too, he wanted to run out and find whoever did this, whoever forever stained his home with blood of the one, the only one he truly loved. he wanted to burn the world to the ground, with all those bastards along, doesn't matter who did it. everyone who ever dared even turn a bad eye on him deserved to be slayed by the wrath of his blades, everyone deserved to face justice-

that was all that filled his mind, up until his terrified gaze locked with the one of his only daughter. her huge eyes were red and glossy, and her hands shook, stained with crimson red blood.

"hey" he attempted to calm his voice, kneeling down to her level. "hey, hey, hey, don't look there, look at me" he pleaded, his hands moving to lock her face from looking over at you.

"they're not- they're- they're not-" she struggled to say over the tears, and he nodded.

"no, forget that, everything is fine, we're fine. don't be scared, princess" he urgently hugged her, for he didn't want her to see the tears gathering in his eyes. "shh, you're safe, you're safe now."

he used the moment when she was forced to face away from you to grab your cold wrist with his hand, fingers moving to find pulse, but he couldn't.

he barely managed to stop yet another scream from coming out, piercing pain stabbing his heart further than any dagger. his own hands began shaking as he began truly realizing what happened.

he had hoped to sense a slight pumping of blood through your veins, he hoped there was still a chance, but the cold of your skin painfully reminded him that he came in too late. he failed. he failed, but why was it you who suffered the consequences?

his panic spiral was once again interrupted by his daughter who began to struggle to catch her breath over sobs.

"princess" he called out to her "you won't be able to breathe if you don't relax. come on, i'll do it with you. ready?"

he began slowly walking her through her obvious panicking, an encouraging smile never leaving his lips, though dispair and hatred seeped through his eyes, showing his wrath more evidently that words ever could.

"i- i don't know what happened-" she finally managed to say, him nodding along.

"it's okay. it's not your fault, sunshine, don't worry about it. let's- let's think about something else, okay? something happy? what always makes my little princess happy, hm?"

"i- there was a, a man, but- it’s so blurry-"

"baby, that man's gone, don’t worry about him no more” tartaglia forced out his most reassuring smile, even though all he felt was anger and pain, praying his daughter won’t notice.

all he wanted was to temporarily make her feel safe again, but the talent to deal with kids, the talent he was born with, basically, seemed to be nowhere in sight as he struggled to find the right words to explain the situation.

the girl then leaned forward to hide her face in his red scarf, a thing she used to do a lot whenever she was nervous or scared.

“you’re safe, sunshine, daddy’s got you now, okay?” he could feel his voice beginning to crack, but kept going, hoping he would last just one more moment. “my brave little girl. the bravest they make” his fingers played with the girl’s thin hair, the other hand running up and down her back in soothing motions.

from where they were sitting now, he could clearly look over at the floor, and see you. tartaglia was a man used to both death, blood, and violence, but for the first time in forever, he felt his stomach do flips at the sight.

how was it possible? how could he keep promising that little innocent girl that he’s gonna protect her, if he didn’t even succeed at protecting you?

his body shook and threatened to give out as he covered the girl’s eyes, scooping her in his arms and taking over to her aunt’s, where she would be safe and sound as he made sure everyone responsible payed a good price for ever messing with his family.

first, though, he had to return home, or more likely, his house, since no place was a home without you in it, and take care of, well, the scene. but without someone to soothe, without having to be strong for someone, being all alone with you and his thoughts, he couldn’t even collect himself enough to pick you up.

he fell down to his knees the moment he entered the living room, hand curled in a fist, and resting on your still chest, sobs escaping his throat at an uncontrollable pace.

“i’m sorry” he first whispered, and kept repeating until it became a scream. “fuck, love, i’m so sorry”

what was sorry gonna do for you now, he thought, all he ever did was apologize. it was all the fault of his stupidity and naiveness, how could he ever be so blind?

his back leaned against the wall as he cradled your body closer to him, hugging you the tightest he could, as if that was gonna bring you back to him.

what was even the point in becoming stronger, if no power he had was able to stop this? you fraud, he told himself, you’re still the same scared, sheepish little boy, you haven’t change a bit. you’re still as useless and still as weak.

and here’s your price for that.

kaeya

this man had terrible experiences with family. his biological father only used him, and left him alone. kaeya didn’t even call him by that title in thoughts, he had lost the right to call himself his father the moment he left the poor boy outside of the dawn winery hoping for gods know what.

it took years to warm up and feel welcomed in the wonderful family that took him in, but the moment he started to feel comfortable considering master crepus his father, the man had died, and his biological son grew to despise kaeya’s guts.

the boy didn’t even feel like he deserved to have time to grieve over the traumatic incident, since he was nothing but a liar, and home-wrecker.

so naturally, he didn’t consider himself to be a good father material. how was he supposed to know what to do? what proof did he have that he wouldn’t be as shitty as his own father? that he wouldn’t run away like him? obviously he thought he would never do that, but what if it was just fated? running through the blood of his biological family?

he panicked when he found out he didn’t have a choice anymore, and was going to be a dad anyway. he wouldn’t show it, not to you, at least, but he had been terrified to the bone, up until the kid was born.

all it took for his doubts and fears to go away was for his firstborn son to mindlessly grab his finger when he was first laid in his arms.

love so unconditional and strong that he felt dizzy swept him off his feet, leaving him speechless and dumbfounded. after that he was sure, he would rather die than fuck up like his own father did.

and so his life went on peacefully, minor fights with diluc being the only thing disrupting his newly found peace. for once, he was certain he wouldn’t come home to a cold home, because now not only did he have you, his love and lifeline, but also a little walking bundle of joy, happy every time he’d see him.

so imagine his surprise when he was greeted with nothing but silence, the type that rings in your ears and creates an unsettling feeling in your stomach.

“darling?” he called out into the room “ya home yet?”

slowly and carefully he started to examine the place, looking for any sight of you, but every room he entered was painfully empty.

“baby?” he asked one more time, coming into your shared bedroom. you weren’t there, you also weren’t in the bathroom connected to the room, so he intended to leave and look some place else, but a small voice made him stop in his tracks.

“dad? is- is that you?” the whisper was coming from under the bed, and kaeya turned over his heels with a confused look.

if he’s home, you should be too, right?

he knelt on the floor and bent to look under his bed, to find an absolutely terrified figure of your son, holding his knees close to his chest.

“buddy?” kaeya chuckled “what on earth are you doing here?”

he offered the boy a hand, and pulled him out of his hiding place, settling him in his lap, fixing his hair.

“why’re ya home alone? were you grounded? now, be honest with me” he said with faux seriousness, a gentle smile lingering on his lips, but the boy just wrapped his arms around kaeya’s neck, quiet cries leaving his throat as he sniffled and mumbled something the man couldn’t quite get.

“hey, hey. easy now, whatever you did, i’m sure i can negotiate and get you out of trouble.”

“my room” the kid whispered “something came into my room. something not- not human”

kaeya stifled at the words.

the abyss order?

no, that couldn’t be. why would they strike at his family home? he was just another one of the knights. his office would be a far more attractive striking point.

right?

“buddy, we covered monsters from wardrobes and from under the bed already, they’re not real, remember? uncle aether was just scaring you that one time-“ he kept explaining in a soothing manner, up until he pushed the door open with his foot. “holy fuck” he whispered, unconsciously covering the little boy’s eyes. “listen, chief, be a good boy for me and wait right here, aight?”

with that, he put the kid down, and closed the door right before his eyes, forgetting about the danger that could still be present.

he only heard blood rushing through his veins and his heart beating out of his chest, and only thought of you.

he rushed to your side, hands gently patting your cheeks to wake you up.

“oi, come on, don’t pull this on me” he laughed almost historically “wake up, alright, prank’s over, you won”

he shook your body for a good minute, calling out for you and denying the fact that was already getting to him, until he finally realized - you weren’t breathing, there was no pulse, and the water that mixed with your blood on the floor indicated clearly who was responsible for this.

a strained sob came out of his throat, eyes roaming to notice one of his swords in your hand, fingers curled on the handle.

you were- you died-

protecting your son?

“i should’ve been there” he whispered to the room, eyes wide and set on nothing in particular “fuck, i should’ve saved the both of you, if only i-“

there was no if only. he wasn’t at the bar, he wasn’t bothering diluc for no reason, he wasn’t out with rosaria. he was just doing his job, he was working, like any other day.

it wasn’t anything he did that was at fault here. no mistake was made, the only reason for your death was

him?

he suddenly realized, the abyss order came here for a substitution for him. if he was no <savior> material, then they wanted to make one of his son. it made perfect sense.

the only thing you did to deserve this cruel fate was to choose him, out of the hundreds of men in mondstadt. your mistake was getting close to him.

he was dangerous just by caring about somebody. a walking bomb, ready to explode at any given moment.

how could he forget that? he didn’t need to leave his son to fail him. he only needed to be there.

the boy had opened the door.

“dad…?”

“i thought i specifically told you to wait outside?” kaeya turned around swiftly and glared art the kid, causing fear to settle into his eyes.

he immediately shook off the trans he was in.

“sorry kiddo, i didn’t mean to yell. i’m sorry, aight?” he reached a hand out to the child in a calming motion. “come on, let’s get you somewhere safe”

“i don’t wa-”

“it’s not up for discussion” kaeya summed up firmly, taking his son’s hand a little too harshly.

diluc

there was really no one better you could choose as the father of your kids rather than diluc. it’d be a blatant lie to say he was a natural, but he had a gentle soul, hands as delicate, and a heart bigger than the entirety of mondstadt combined.

the arrival of your daughter onto this world was the happiest day of his life. she was like a whole new sun for him, shining on his days and chasing the clouds away from his mind.

the huge mansion that was dawn winery suffered from silence for ages, since him and kaeya grew up, and you and her brought the light it needed back into the building’s long forgotten corridors, laughter into it’s ballrooms and filling for its empty spaces. he could swear even the grapes grew better with the both of you around.

he was focused on making a rather complicated drink, back at angel’s share, one for a show for his customers. as he poured liquor over the brim of the glass, explaining what he was doing out loud, his eyes shifted to a panting figure that just ran through the door, opening it with a loud slam.

a winery worker? he thought, surprised, and leaned over to hear what the guy wanted to whisper to him, not shifting his attention from the glass.

he only put down the bottle once he heard the bottom of the message.

“what do you mean treasure borders?” he said out loud, eyes wide, already excusing the clients, calling over another bartender. he grabbed his coat and was out the door.

upon arriving in the winery, he was greeted with many terrified looks, and people cleaning up mess created by an obvious attack.

“why the fuck is no one working around here?” he shouted, while walking towards the winery’s door. “how many of you all men are here? can’t you stand your ground when faced with a bunch of small criminals? if you’re really all this soft and mushy then maybe i should do some firing?”

diluc was a gentle soul, but as they say, is always the quiet ones who’s rage takes over the quickest.

“master diluc, i do sincerely apologize-“ the second-in-command of the winery, an old man, at that, started, but the red headed man just sent him a calming look.

“forget it. has anybody checked on my wife and spouse?” he asked, routinely, or so he thought, because the butler’s face went white, as he replied:

“aren’t they on a… on a trip?”

diluc’s eyes widened once more.

“no, no they’re not!” he raised his voice again, steps speeding up into a run upstairs, to where your rooms were. “love, are you both fi-“ he started, but no more words would come out.

in the middle of the floor sat his nearly ten year old daughter, your head laid on her lap, helpless whispers of begging for help filling the room. your weapon was lying somewhere near, but had been tossed aside rather thoughtlessly, and a lot of drawers around were opened, as if someone had been searching for gold, or other goods.

in a second he was near, checking pulse, breathing, trying desperately to help wake you up, as your daughter kept shaking her head, telling him she had already tried it all, her words falling onto deaf ears.

“wake up, wake up, wake the fuck up” he prayed and repeated like a mantra, his begging resulting it nothing at all.

“dad.” she tried to make him focus, but to no avail. “dad!” she yelled louder, his eyes locking with hers, and just like that,

he saw a younger version of himself inside her pain-filled gaze. he felt as if he travelled back in time, fifteen years, almost, and looked in the eye of the young and vengeful diluc ragnvindr, who’s sword had just been stained with the blood of his own father, emptiness being all that filled his mind, his eyes wandering in search for any solace, never to find anything of the sort. 

he saw his own anguish, his own pain, his own internal cry for help that never really came. but what would he say? he, an adult, at peace with his emotions, what would he say to a younger spirit in such need of both consolation and a way to let out the anger constantly rising in his gut? what were the right words he desired to hear all those years ago, and why did he suddenly not remember anything? 

how could he stop the trauma that he knew so damn well from infecting the heart and soul of his beloved daughter as well? 

he could feel himself failing in the archon-sent role of being a father, yet he didn’t know how to turn back from the road he was entering. he only knew to keep himself collected, so that she could panic all she wanted. but how could one be collected at the loss of his one and only love, his whole life? 

“hey” he whispered, grabbing the girl’s hand. his thumb stroked her skin gently, as he sighed, regaining himself, moving over to check up on her. “are you hurt?” 

was a good start.

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