★ 【hiyocchin】 [ 1 / 2 ] ☆ ⊳ Childe / Lumine (genshin Impact) ✔ Republished W/permission ⊳

Kaeya: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I too weak or too strong?

Jean: You’re weak

Lisa: You’re strong

Diluc: you’re stupid

Prompt

Jealuc AU: Diluc is Klee’s biological father but has amicably separated from Alice who is trying to push Diluc and Jean together.

DCKZ Headcanons

Based on Veechu’s Idol Au, once again most of these are based in K-Idol culture as that’s what I’m more well versed in.

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I’ve got two fics for ShiroMichi Week 2021!

First, Savor Every Moment follows the Day 4 prompt: Living Together

Next is I’ll Be There, following the Day 5 prompt: Children

Just click the titles and you’ll be taken their respective stories.

Please enjoy!

Yes! Next chapter!!

The Gift: Chapter 2 (Childhood Arc)

Chapter One

Chapter Two: (you are here)

Jean & Diluc

Diluc and Jean became acquainted with one another at the age of ten and eight respectively. Diluc was a rather bright and happy child growing up and Jean was quiet and reserved. It came to a surprise to a lot of people how the pair got along so well.

In fact, Diluc could be considered rather rambunctious and reckless and Jean was cautious and critical. And because of that, the others who didn’t question how they got along, understood why they did. They were what they considered opposites attract, Yin and Yang.

“Diluc! Wait up for me!” A ten-year old Jean complained as she climbed up a rock with difficulty. She looked up from climbing and a hand was outstretched in front of her. It came from a boy with red hair and red eyes—Diluc Ragnvindr, heir to the Dawn Winery. Her silver eyes glittered under the sun with a hint of blue as she felt blinded and surprised by the presence of the boy in front of her as the sun right behind him.

She took his hand and he pulled her up. The wind blew her blonde hair around.

“Look, I told you that there were knights fighting some hilichurls!” The twelve-year-old Diluc said proudly. He had dragged Jean out so that they could look at some knights in action.

“I’m going to be one of them, Jean. And I will defend Mondstadt with everything I got!” His claymore faded behind him in gold dust, in her eyes it made him look like he was shining as he said those words. Her grey-blue eyes silently look at the claymore floating behind his back as it reappeared in gold dust again.

“You have been training hard.” She couldn’t help but remark, as it was after all the truth. He had been training very hard at swordsmanship at the age of eight, despite it being a skill he didn’t necessarily need. And when he got his vision at the age of ten, it was like the world was fully his, at least that was what he told Jean. But it was different for her, she had trained her posture and strikes with wooden swords since she was five and slowly changed into different kinds of swords as she grew and improved. Recently she had started using an actual sharp metal sword fitted for her. In her case, learning swordsmanship was a necessity. 

Jean is known to be the more responsible one between the two, it was a fact that Diluc had set his heart out to being a Knight of Favonius. And Jean wasn’t quite sure about her future, but it was already decided for her, as a Gunnhildr it is natural to be a Knight of Favonius.

She had just recently decided to take up the sword and try to follow her mother’s desires with a passion that should compete with Diluc, but she didn’t even know what her objective was after mastering the short sword. If it was something she even wanted to do.

“Don’t worry Jean, you’re going to be a great swordsman. I know it.” Diluc said, feeling that Jean was slightly upset. She looked at him with pressed lips, he has always known what he wanted to become.

“Says the heir to the Dawn Winery.” She mumbled, and he bumped onto her shoulder playfully.

“That is my Father’s legacy. Of course, I will keep that alive, but I also need to chase my own dreams.” He replied smoothly, she felt as though it must have been something he had known for a long time. 

She was envious of that certainty.

Diluc pulled her to hide behind a small bump on the ground. She quietly observed the Knights of Favonius by Diluc’s side and she was rather impressed with their fighting skills. She could only hope to be at that level soon. Jean looked at Diluc and she knew that the boy beside her would surpass the knights fighting right now.

“We should probably go.” Jean urged gently and Diluc looked at her with a slightly stern gaze.

“We just got here, Jean.” He responded quietly.

“But—” Jean said but was cut off.

“Don’t worry, if anything happens, I can protect you!” Diluc said confidently and in all honesty, Jean knew he could, he was rather capable for a twelve-year-old, but her innate nature wouldn’t allow it or perhaps it was her training.

“Diluc—” She tried again.

“They are over here!” A man called out pointing to the kids, and Diluc automatically grabbed Jean’s hand and ran away from the man.

“I can’t believe they found us.” Diluc said as he ran holding her hand firmly, Jean who was forced to follow him wanted to pull her hand away.

“Diluc, I think we should go back.” Jean tried to urge Diluc again.

“No, we just got out! Aren’t you tired of always studying?” He grabbed her and hid behind a tree as he silently observed if they were followed, and they saw no one behind them.

“C’mon, I think we can go to the Winery.” Diluc took a step forward but Jean remained planted on where she stood.

“That’s pretty far, Diluc.” Jean mumbled faintly.

“We’ve gone there many times before.” Diluc replied, keeping an eye for any movement around them.

“With permission.” She quietly added. “This time I ran away from training, you do realize that I will have to make-up for what happened today, some other day.”

“You’re just ten—they are overworking you.” He said sternly and she avoided his red eyes. Diluc was virtually perfect, he could be very good at something new and master it just as easily. And since he has a fiery passion for his claymore and combat, it was natural that he would more than just excel at it. He was at a level no one should be at—at the age of twelve, especially since he started late in training compared to her.

But the same thing could be said about Jean, she knew more than what a ten-year-old should know. But that was a result of the kind of upbringing she had. The sheer effort that she had to always display and give to please her mother, as the next heir of the Gunnhildr clan. And yet, she knew very clearly how Diluc had tried his very best to offer her a glimpse of a normal childhood.

Jean in a sense, aspired to be him in so many ways.

She was very much inspired by his capability. And his passion for justice. And his freedom.

“Alright.” She agreed quietly, even though in her head she disagreed completely. She will have to pay the price of what they are doing today, she knew it well. But looking at Diluc’s clear eyes, she couldn’t help but sigh in hushed tranquility. Diluc was always admirable.

And they carefully made their way to the Dawn Winery while Diluc kept an eye out for anyone following them. They arrived unfollowed, but they realized someone was at his villa’s front yard, Diluc’s father—Crepus was arguing with a blonde-haired woman, the same shade as Jean’s hair. Jean recognized the back of the woman before the woman’s voice could even register in Jean’s head.

Crepus’ eyes glanced behind the woman, who had seen his eyes shift and turned around to see Jean and Diluc. The moment she finished her turn, Diluc automatically stood in front of Jean with a glare directed at the older woman.

“Diluc, you have been causing trouble.” Crepus said with crossed arms, but his eyes held the smallest hint of delight at his son’s antics.

“They are overworking Jean!” Diluc argued back with a stronger glare directed at the older woman.

“That is none of your business, kid.” The woman replied.

“She is just a kid; she should be playing around!” Diluc yelled and received a cold glare from the woman. It was cold enough to make him flinch.

“She is not just a kid; she will be the future leader of the Gunnhildr clan.” She said as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Frederica,” Crepus called out to the woman in front of him and she tilted her head a bit to the right acknowledging him. “She should still be able to play around like a normal child.” There was a silence that passed by them.

“Jean, what do you think?” Her cold blue eyes landed on the girl behind Diluc who remained quiet in the presence of her mother.

“I do not dare to question my mother’s upbringing. I am raised to be well equipped as the future leader of our clan.” Hearing Jean’s reply, Diluc could not help but clench his fists.

It is true that when Diluc was ten he had received his vision, and worked hard to do justice to it. He chose to not play around with children his age because he wanted to master his craft and join the Knights of Favonius even more now that he had a vision. But that was not the case for Jean and he was so aware of his privilege.

“Jean.” Diluc turned to look at her but her expression was steely as she stared back at him.

“When I went out with you today, I knew this would happen. It is inevitable. I thank you for the company Diluc, but sadly I will have to go now.” Jean gently touched Diluc’s shoulder whose face showed his guilt. “Do not feel bad, I wanted to join you.” She gave a faint smile. It was the truth that she wanted to go with him when he arrived under her windowsill earlier that day, even though she knew that there would be consequences that would follow.

“Mother, I apologize for my actions.” Jean stepped out from behind Diluc and approached her mother. “I will take responsibility for my actions.”

“Good, as it should be as the future head of the family.” Frederica said the cold stare from her blue eyes made Jean think her mother’s gaze was certainly made of ice.

“Jean, I—” Jean turned to look at Diluc and the sadness in her face made him pause.

“Till next time then.” Jean feigned a smile and did not wait for a reply from Diluc as she turned to look at her mother. “I am ready, mother.”

“Crepus.” Frederica said with a pointed look towards Crepus and a raised brow. “I would advise you to correct your son’s behavior, but I doubt you would.”

Crepus did not take Frederica’s words as offensive, instead he smiled and nodded to her pretending to take it into consideration. Frederica knew that he was just nodding out of politeness.

Jean followed behind her mother as the two went their way. Diluc’s gaze followed Jean until she was out of his sight and he thought that she looked so forlorn. But she never glanced back at him before she completely disappeared from his sight.

“I hope you had fun.” Crepus couldn’t help but say and Diluc finally turned his head to look at his father who appeared sad.

“I did… but-“ He looked back at the general direction of where he had last seen the mother and daughter pair. “Will she be in big trouble?” He added quietly.

“Frederica wouldn’t give her daughter a hard time, I’m sure of it.” Crepus replied but Diluc looked at his father with pressed lips. He knew his father was lying to comfort him, but Diluc nodded and slowly walked into the mansion with unhurried steps.

“Brother!” A blue haired boy called out to Diluc from atop the staircase, Diluc smiled when his eyes met the other boy’s periwinkle eyes.

“Kaeya.” Diluc said and his distress from what happened outside was completely forgotten after seeing his brother. He quickly walked up the stairs and Kaeya’s eyes widened with delight.

“Father, I will accept any punishment you decide to give me due to my actions!” Diluc said as he ran to his younger brother halfway through the stairs.

Kaeya was a year younger than Diluc and he was adopted over a year ago due to certain circumstances.  Kaeya used to be such a cold child, but with great effort, Diluc and Kaeya became close and Kaeya came to look up to his older brother Diluc with much love and respect.

When Diluc reached the top of the stairs Kaeya pulled his brother towards the library door. Diluc chuckled as he watched this playful child attempt to drag him away. He wasn’t always like this, it brought Diluc happiness seeing how joyful and playful Kaeya has become.

“Don’t think I don’t know what you two were up to!” Crepus replied as he watched his two sons with much love in his eyes.

“Kaeya, you seem way too excited.” Crepus laughed looking at his two sons, even though he is pleased in knowing how cheerful the blue haired boy has become after what has happened to him. Although he has to admit that he was very surprised to see that Kaeya developed a great respect for Diluc.

“This is for us boys only!” Kaeya yelled back to his father as he pushed Diluc into the library and shut the door behind him with a bang.

Crepus did not think that the slamming of the door was disrespectful, he knew that Kaeya was merely too excited and Crepus laughed wondering what the two boys could possibly be talking about.

“So, did you see her?” Kaeya asked instantly as he held his brother’s shoulder and Diluc laughed at his reaction.

“Yes, I did.” Diluc replied and his younger brother looked at him as he waited for more to be said. The joy in Diluc’s face slowly faded as he sighed and turned around.

“Based on your reaction, something bad happened?” Kaeya said as he followed behind Diluc who sat on a chair with another sigh.

“Her mother came here to pick her up.” Diluc said in an exasperated tone.

“Ah, that was what that was.” Kaeya mumbled as a frown formed on his lips. “So, you weren’t able to show her?” Kaeya sounded quite upset.

“Why do you sound more upset than me?” Diluc playfully retorted as he crossed his arms over his stomach.

“I went through all that trouble to distract our father.” Kaeya glared at his brother as he crossed his arms over his chest. “You weren’t even able to show her what this was all for. Jean’s mother is too much!”

Diluc stared at his brother who was obviously fuming in anger and laughed.

“It is alright, there are still more chances to see her.” Diluc looked at Kaeya, whose anger was slowly dissipating.

“Have you done your training for today?” Diluc inquired and Kaeya shook his head.

“Then, get your sword and let’s go out and train.” Diluc then stood up. “I will go and inform father.”

“Alright.” Kaeya replied as Diluc walked out. “I will follow in a bit.” Kaeya took a peek from the window and noticed the pair of blondes climbing onto a carriage with the Gunnhildr crest.

But on that day Diluc was gravely mistaken, he had thought he would see Jean again, unfortunately it would take three months to be able to see each other again. He had attempted to see her, but the security and Frederica would not let him through. He did not expect that she would go this far because he had forced Jean to ditch her lessons for a few hours.

Diluc’s mood had soured when he realized in the third week that Jean’s mother would drag this out. She might even use this opportunity to cut off ties. He was quite angry.

“Diluc,” Kaeya got no response. “Brother?” Kaeya called out a little louder in worry as he saw his brother’s expression turn dark.

“Brother!” Kaeya shook Diluc and the latter stared at his brother and sighed.

“I’m sorry I’m making you worry.” Diluc said, resting a hand on Kaeya’s shoulder.

“The Winery hasn’t hosted a party in a while. Your birthday is coming up.” Kaeya said matter-of-factly and Diluc raised a brow at Kaeya, catching on to what he was implying. “And a festival in Monstadt will soon follow, I’m sure something could be arranged.” A warm smile appeared on the red boy’s face.

“Yes. You are right.” Diluc agreed, recalling a memory from two years ago.

“A Party.” Diluc said and Kaeya couldn’t help but be charmed by his brother’s smile. One day, he too would have such charisma.

genshin impact as anime ✨ 🍃

Klee: Hey Diluc, can I go get some candy?

Diluc: what did Kaeya say?

Klee: no

Diluc: then why do you think I’ll let you?

Klee: Because Kaeya’s not the boss of you.

Diluc, internally: it’s a trap it’s a trap it’s a trap

Can I use this as a prompt???

when they cry / show emotion in front of you

includes: childe, diluc, zhongli x gn!reader

childe

childe wasn’t exactly the type to hide his feelings

however, it’s different when it comes to fear or worry

especially when it comes to you

one night, you decided to wait outside for his arrival; he had been gone all day adventuring but promised to return before it got too late

but night had fallen, and of course you were starting to worry and craving to see him

of course, the universe had different plans. after some waiting, a group of hilichurls managed to find their way to you — you cursed under your breath for straying too far from the harbor’s entrance

you knew how to defend yourself, and you would, but it was still a nuisance

you defeated them easily, but failed to notice the pyro abyss mage that accompanied them until it was shooting fire towards you. it completely caught you off guard

you struggled to catch your footing for only a moment, but that was all it took to get a bit burnt

right as you go to fight back, you see the familiar sight of two hydro blades slashing at the mage, and it’s not long until he’s no longer a threat

and it’s not long until you feel childe’s arms around you

since you knew the weight of the situation, you weren’t worried, but thankful for childe’s swift appearance

you giggle in his arms until pulling away from his embrace and seeing his eyes brimmed with tears

“wait… why are you crying?”

you knew childe well enough to know that these tears were not coming from a place of sadness, it was coming from a place of anger or frustration — you couldn’t exact figure out which one.

“i’m not mad,” he says, wiping his eyes quickly. “not at you, atleast.”

you took a hold of his hand to calm him down as he explained the situation

he thought it was safe enough for him to stop and pick some flowers for you, except he had to go out of his way to find them. he felt as if you getting attacked was his fault — if he had stayed on track he would’ve arrived back sooner.

he doesn’t let the tears fall, but from the way he keeps wiping his eyes, you know he’s emotional

you have to spend a few minutes convincing him that it wasn’t his fault you got a bit hurt, and he finally calms down and cuts himself some slack

before returning back to the harbor, he picks up the flowers he managed to find and tucks one behind your ear.

“i know they aren’t your favorite, but i found a sweet flower. i decided to bring them back here because they’re just as sweet as you.” he says softly.

diluc

you were in the tavern with diluc as usual when you noticed he was acting a bit off

he seemed spaced out; whenever anyone tried it took them multiple attempts to get his attention

so when you got a chance to be alone with him you asked him if he was feeling okay

and of course, diluc being diluc said he was fine. but you weren’t dumb.

“let me close the tavern tonight,” you say softly. “go home, get some rest. you deserve it.”

diluc looks back at you and opens his mouth to protest but he immediately closes it. he closes his eyes and nods.

“…alright.”

you lead him to the door and watched as he walked away, feeling uneasy.

after awhile, the drunkards found their way out of the tavern and you cleaned up before heading home.

the house you shared with diluc was quiet, a soft light across the room being the only indication that diluc was here as well.

you assumed by how quiet and dark it was that he had decided to go to bed

it’s not until you hear him sniffling that you realize he hadn’t

you find him sitting on the end of the bed you shared with him, shoulders slumped, head hanging

“diluc?” you say softly.

he lifts his head and looks at you, not bothering to move the hair hiding his tear-stained face out of the way.

you make your way to him and move his hair away, tucking it behind his ears. you gently wiped the tears off his face and gave him a moment to collect himself.

“do you want to talk about it?”

he takes a deep breath. “there’s not much to talk about. i’m just… in my own head. it’s almost the anniversary of…”

you nod, understanding his feelings. it was, in fact, almost his birthday, but you knew how he felt about that day.

“it’s alright. you’re still healing. it’s okay to feel this way.” you assure him.

you get him into bed and curl up next to him, making sure he knows his feelings are valid and that he doesn’t need to hide them from you, or anyone.

and as you look at him one last time before falling asleep, you swear you see a small smile creep onto his face.

zhongli

you had spent a nice day with zhongli spending time together and walking around the harbor

after awhile, though, you both decided to go further out, making your way up to guili plains and wangshu inn

you both checked on xiao before deciding to make qingce village your final stop of the day.

it killed two birds with one stone — you got to spend time with zhongli and also collect the jueyun chilli’s you promised to get for xiangling

you both parted ways for a moment; zhongli offered to find a nice place to sit as you collected the chilli’s

however, something caught your eye as you did.

a blue flower — unmistakably a glaze lily.

you lean down to examine it. you weren’t a stranger to them despite them being much less common to come by.

the petals were closed, but you knew how to open them. at least, you knew how to try and open them.

you sang a tune to it. nothing crazy, just a song your mother had sang to you as a child that remained one of your favorites.

and to your surprise, the petals opened.

you stared at the flower. you didn’t expect it to open, but now it was. and it was beautiful.

you hear footsteps behind you and see zhongli staring at you, hand covering his mouth.

you silently look at him and then back at the flower to show him.

“i… found an area abundant with the chili’s you need.” he says. his voice trembles slightly.

“zhongli?” you stand up, concerned.

he must know that you’ve noticed. he clears his throat. “i apologize. i was just moved by your interest in the glaze lily’s, i suppose.”

“oh,” you say, standing up and making your way to him. his eyes were watery. “well… they are beautiful. of course i’m enamored by them…”

he smiles softly, sadly.

“there was someone who once loved these lilies more than anyone. i think i see them in you. it is truly a beautiful sight indeed.”

Follow up (imma make this flexible): Jean (or Klee) gets deathly (just a word you can decide if actually) sick after a mission in DragonSpine and Diluc (or if Klee, Jean and Diluc) take care of her. Hope this works. I might ask for ChiLumi next...Love your work!

I'm just gonna say both Jean and Klee get sick... don't worry, they're okay :) here you go! [got a bit lazy to the end tbh.]

@luciana-scarlet

[[ Mild Injury/Sickness ]]

[[ Summary: After Jean put two and two together about the odd silence from Dragonspine and Klee, she dragged the girl down from the mountain... only to realize she had been affected by the cold, just as badly as she was, and was only just lucky enough to be saved...

Word Count: 1'771 ]]

When Jean didn't get word from Dragonspine for a week, she didn't think much of it.

When she didn't get word from Klee for a week, she got a little worried.

When she didn't get word from Klee OR Dragonspine for a fortnight?

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

"I'm going to be gone for the next two days, Klee must've gone to see Albedo and... Well, you know what happens."

Kaeya was only amused.

"My, I didn't expect you to jump to conclusions like that... Oh well, I'll keep everyone alive while you're gone."

Jean had then taken the long walk to Dragonspine, bundled up and warm as can be, and as soon as she got to the camp at the base of the mountain...

"Oh, Albedo had brought that little girl up the mountain to... Actually, I don't know, something about 'Jumpty-Dumpty's, or something like that. He left this morning."

It had been noon, past noon by that point... did these people really not think about anything that wasn't right under their noses? Oh, oh... No, no, she shouldn't think like that. Dragonspine has always been a precarious settlement, a threat to everyone who came, but always holding memories of a forgotten past. Of course they were more interested in that than the Chief Alchemist and a little girl who liked following him around.

It wasn't exactly that she distrusted Albedo, but more than once he blacked out from not eating, he had stayed awake until he was 'seeing sound', and got incredibly confused when he could not feel, and his skin was paler than ever.

In the end, he didn't have the best understanding of human needs.

Jean immediately had found her way up the mountain, following the tracks not yet filled by the everfalling snow...

And it took hours, hours, of Jean searching, the cold seeping past her coat and to her flesh, deep into bones... if she never had to come to Dragonspine ever again, it'd be too soon.

She found Albedo, and Klee, who insisted on not wearing her coat because 'I'm not cold!' and Albedo, bless his foolish heart, didn't realize that was an issue. For being a genius, he was a bit of an idiot.

So she took Klee, and that was the last thing she remembered, only flashes as she continued onwards.

She remembered hearing someone concern over her, but she knew better, she needed to return to Mondstadt, the child heavy in her arms.

The distant smell of sweetness in the air.

The silhouette of a building she felt was familiar.

Being carried.

Being warm.

Being too.. damn... hot.

She found herself sweltering, as her vision began to adjust... In her arms, Klee was wearing a t-shirt that was far too large for her, Jean herself was wearing clothes that were incredibly soft and silky to the touch, but not hers.

Weakly, she pushed herself up, looking around the room. She couldn't recognize any of it, but it was all quite darkly colored, blacks and dark reds, everything pushed to the walls, even the bed was pushed to one wall, leaving much floor space.

Klee whined in her sleep as Jean completely sat up, pushing the blankets off of her in a fit- a fit! She... she felt so foolish, but it was so... so... hot...

She tore the shirt off, holding it in a fist as she tried to gasp for air, fanning herself with one hand, gods, she felt horrible... She was just on Dragonspine, why was she...

"Hypo... thermia..." She muttered, softly. She got hypothermia. As she looked over to Klee... she knew she had it, too... Of course she did, she declared she wasn't cold on Dragonspine, it must've been from freezing so much she couldn't understand hot and cold anymore. Moving her hand over to the child, she ran her hand along her arm... and then grabbed her wrist, pressing two fingers to the base of her palm...

A pulse. Well, of course she was alive, she was breathing well, but her pulse was weak.

Hypothermia, hypothermia, Archons forsaken Hypothermia!

She just wanted to make sure Klee was safe, and... oh, she felt horrible, but she almost wanted to blame Albedo... he didn't know better, he had no malicious intent, but... A cruel part of her mind just didn't want to understand that... sometimes things happened just by chance, not by anyone's fault.

The door to the room clicked, slowly beginning to open, and then was pushed open, and Jean held her breath in pure shock, arms covering her chest in panic, but--

Diluc.

He looked at her with surprise, and in his arms was her and Klee's clothes, folded neatly... likely cleaned.

"I..." He said, intellegently, but he didn't elaborate for a good moment, walking to a dresser to set the clothes on it, before he began to speak, as though the clothing in his arms affected his ability to think, "You were delirious." He said, "And weak," he walked over to Jean, resting the back of his hand on her forehead, "... Do you feel alright?"

Jean lowered her arms, she felt... bare, but alright.

"I feel hot." She admitted.

"You feel cold," He took his hand back, and shifted to sit on the bed near her, "You... and Klee, have hypothermia. I- Don't think it's too severe."

She sighed, and flopped back onto the bed, prompting Diluc to jump a little in surprise.

"I figured," Jean sighed, her head lolling to the side. Klee was still dead asleep, curled up, her feet wiggling in her sleep... she was probably dreaming of bombs and crisped fish and fire.

Diluc shifted for a moment on the bed, and took the liberty of grabbing the blankets and tossing them back on her, "I apologize for... changing you. Both of you. I figured it was the best thing I could do."

Jean was quiet for a moment.

"It's alright," she said, quietly, "I know you just wanted to take care of us."

There was a moment of silence, and Diluc sighed softly.

"... You scared me," he said, genuinely, "You weren't making any sense."

Jean, once again, sat up, "What?"

"You were tripping over yourself," he wouldn't look at her, just at his lap, "And when you spoke, it was... jibberish at best. Then you just... hit the ground, protecting Klee as you fell."

It seemed, even in her worst moments, she still knew to protect anyone and everyone.

"... I..." She swallowed thickly, but suddenly she felt the bed shift, and her entire form being jostled, everything... She almost wanted to think it went white, but truly, it was more like she skipped through time.

When she was back, it seemed it was only a few seconds. and Diluc was holding her tight, his face buried into her shoulder, and she was frozen... unsure, but she eventually found herself wrapping her arms around him, weakly relaxing without the energy to cling to him as tightly as he did to her, as though she would fall into the abyss and be consumed wholly if he let go.

"Don't," he warned, "Don't do that again. Don't scare me again." He said, with no small amount of fear and distress in his voice, how choked up it was... barely keeping himself from sobbing.

She held onto him a little tighter, but only for a moment, her arms went completely slack... she was so tired, she couldn't hug him at all. Suddenly, it all hit her, the world was so cold outside of Diluc, the cool air nipping at her bare flesh...

He let go of her, and gently lay her down to rest, "I... I think you and Klee should eat before going back to sleep. I thought some soup would be enough... warm you both and get some nutrition into you."

Jean looked down at Klee for a moment, "That... would be best." She muttered, and there was a moment of hesitation before Diluc stood,

"I was already in the process of making some," he said, "Wake Klee, please... I don't think she'd be happy to see me."

"Alright," she knew better than to press, Klee had always openly expressed that Diluc wasn't... exactly her favourite adult. He was odd, and 'scary'...

... Jean remembered when she and Diluc were young, and for some reason, he was absolutely terrifying. She understood now, it was just that the difference scared her. How funny it was...

As she gently began waking Klee, the girl, while awake, was not pleased to be awake, and whined until Diluc brought food, tossing a towel over her lap, then giving both a bowl. He sat in the other half of the bed, as though it was meant for him [Now that Jean thought about it... the room reminded her of Diluc to a great degree. Did he truly just tuck her and Klee into his own bed?]

It was quiet, and after Klee half choked while guzzling down her soup, she curled up beside Diluc, and quickly began to doze off, Diluc idly patting the top of her head.

"I should leave you two to sleep," he said, softly, "You've both had a long da-"

"Noooo..." Klee whined, "Warm, red man warm..." She nuzzled into Diluc's side, he only able to helplessly stare, and then he looked up at Jean, quietly echoing her,

"Red man?"

"Red hair," Jean explained, "I don't have any issue if you're alright with staying."

He never was very good at touching people, "Alright,"

He was so again- Wait, what?

Jean stared for a moment, opening her mouth to speak... But she just sighed and chuckled softly, shifting to lie down properly, "Come, I'm cold too... No amount of blankets can fulfil the warmth of another human body." She held her arms open for him, and he looked down at Klee, shifting her to Jean's arms, despite her sleepy protests, and Diluc lay back down, Jean pushing both of them to Diluc, squishing all three into a too-small space in a bed that could easily have enough space for all three to hog all the space they could ever want.

Diluc adjusted so she could rest her head on his arm, she pressing a brief kiss to his arm before resting her head on it, a sleepy smile on her face...

Maybe, maybe next time she had to go to Dragonspine, she could be a little bit selfish, and ask for him to warm her.

He had a nice bed.

He was good at cooking.

He was warm...

And he was a very good cuddler.

Tending to the Genshin Boys After They Get Hurt

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe, Xiao x gn!Reader

Genre: Bulleted headcanons, hurt/comfort, hints of humour

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries. Mentions of death.

A/N: This is probably one of my favourite bunch of headcanons I’ve written so far :) Also I realized Xiao didn’t ~technically~ get hurt but he’s in pain so it works.

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