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Can I request Diluc x reader where Diluc is extremely sad and crying really hard for some reason but it becomes super fluffy with the reader running a bath for him, comforting him, cuddling him and brushing his hair? Maybe he gets an upset stomach from crying and the reader rubs his stomach? Poor Diluc is hurt a lot I want him to have some TLC ;^;

Basically this entire story is just Diluc given a chance to be babied and to be weak, and thats okay.

Also I got this request just before I posted something SUPER angsty stuff so. yeah. Let's give this boy some TLC because my goodness he NEEDS it

[[ WARNING: MILD SELF HARM ]]

[[ Summary: Woken up by the distant sound of crying... even Diluc needs to be weak, sometimes. You'll make sure that he feels safe, and loved, when he is weak.

Word Count: 1'742 ]]

Diluc is gone many nights--Acting as an anonymous, vigilant protector of Mondstadt, or just busy with paperwork or duties he was behind on relating to the Winery and the Wine Guild ( funny, how the main provider of Mondstadt's wine still had to adhere to such a foolish organization ), but it only caught your attention since you had gone to bed beside him... Looking over at the window, it was still quite dark, so it had probably been a few hours, but not enough to bring dawn.

Silently, you stare at the ceiling, listening for him. At first, you hear nothing, but the sound of rain pitter-pattering against the roof... You look over at the door, seeing how it's cracked open, looking at it idly...

Well, he doesn't take long in the restroom, so you figure he's doing something. You don't really want to sleep without him. Getting up from the bed, you sleepily shuffled your way out of the room--it was dark, but you knew your way through well enough.

You woke up completely as soon as you heard him--Sometimes, he'd mutter to himself, trying to remember what to do, or just going through a process...

But this was not that--this was something you seldom heard before: He was crying, muffled like he had a cloth between his teeth or his face pressed to a pillow, but that could not hide his wails of distress.

You fumbled through the darkness as fast as you could, not thinking to light up your way, instead you just wanted to find him, if he was in pain, all else could wait.

Eventually, you found him sitting alone--on the floor, no less, curled up around a pillow as he rocked back and forth, his face buried in said pillow as he sobbed into it.

You hesitated... but you stepped--somewhat like a stomp, just to get his attention... and it didn't work. You tried one last time, and stepped harder--and that time, it was enough to draw his attention...

The way he jerked his head up, flinching at the sound, such fear in his eyes--to think that he looked at you in fear was a kind of pain you couldn't understand.

"Diluc," you said, softly, "It's just me. I promise."

However, his breathing was still ragged, panicked. Without stepping hard, you walked closer, and in the room, lit only by a dim moonlight, you sat down beside him on the floor, gently cupping his jaw with one hand,

"Diluc," you said, again, "What's wrong?"

He didn't answer, just hiding again into the pillow, holding it close to him so you didn't have to see his face--one that you didn't need to see to know his cheeks were slightly puffy, his eyes read and covered in tears, paled from pure stress and exhaustion.

"Please," you begged, softly, "Talk to me."

He shook his head into the pillow, and you shifted around, hugging him partially from the back, and from the side, resting your head on his shoulder as he sobbed, just trying to comfort him.

After a bit, it felt like hours, but was likely only a few more long, painful minutes, he wasn't crying... but it was only from exhaustion, having wailed out his lungs already. The faint sound of gagging, and finally... he spoke.

"I feel... so sick..." He said, weakly. You knew, when you cried like that, you wanted to vomit, so...

With one hand, you shifted it to his stomach, rubbing it gently, not wanting to talk and ruin the silence, or to dare make him think you were trying to get over his fit. After a bit, he sighed, softly, and he leaned back into you, still gasping for air, sobbing weakly even if he could not cry any longer. His head resting back on your shoulder, you pressed a kiss to his temple,

"Diluc," you finally said, "Are you okay?"

He did not reply, but his sobs... his broken, hoarse voice lessened, only to exhausting rasping.

Then, slowly, he shook his head, a few more tears finding their way to trickle down his cheeks with a sob. His hair stuck to his face--how long, and how intensely had he been crying, from tears and sweat... how sore he must be. True crying, like this, where your soul was weeping with your body...

You pressed another kiss onto his cheek, desperate to try and offer any small comfort you could.

"Diluc," you said, softly, "Can you talk?"

Weakly, he nodded, "Don't... want."

He didn't want to talk. "That's okay," you reassured, "... You must feel awful... do you want me to run a bath for you? I can brush your hair how you like." You offered, and with a shudder and a shaky exhale... He nodded.

But he didn't move.

A few minutes, you thought, still rubbing his stomach gently, before you tapped it lightly, once, twice, "You need to get up to get to the bath, love."

He groaned, less pained, more just tired. You didn't know if that was heartwrenching or reassuring, but as he stood, he stumbled, barely catching himself, and you grabbed him, pulling him towards you. Silently, he held onto you, clinging with a degree of desperation.

It was a slow walk, but you got there eventually, you ensuring it was bright enough that you could, finally, assess his situation. You got him to sit down, and he flopped over like a doll that was tossed to the wall, left to be forgotten to time, but you held out your hand, lifting his head up by his chin... and he rested his head onto your hand, his cheek upon your palm, a heavy weight... oh, how tired he must be, but you wanted to get a good look at him.

He was covered in scratch marks made by blunt nails--The skin was red, inflamed and irritated, but there was no blood. As far as you could tell, it wasn't severe, but there was a notable amount on his chest, his stomach, and his forearms.

He looked sickly, too, perhaps that was just exhaustion.

"Why did you..." You rested your hand on his inflamed skin, and he made a low, pained whine, prompting you to flinch, to stop touching him.

"... I don't know," he admitted, "Didn't feel like it was... me."

How slowly he spoke, his words feeling forced and rough.

You pressed a kiss to his forehead. You could ask later.

Instead, you decided to get the water running, grabbing some epsom salts, maybe a few drops of essential oils in the warm, but not hot, water.

The entire time, you could tell he was watching you, when you looked back at him, he looked tired as he sat, his back to the wall, but his gaze didn't leave you for a moment. You decided not to question it, just looking back at him to check on him.

Eventually it was full, and you moved your hand through the water--warm. Not too warm, just how Diluc liked it. You walked over, helping him to his feet, helping him shimmy out of his trousers and step into the bath, sitting down with his head down as he curled up into a ball. Running your fingers through his hair, you could tell it was snarled... such a fluffy mess. Oh well, nothing you couldn't get out with a brush and some patience.

Slowly, you began working at the bottom of his hair, little by little, as he sat there silently. You wondered, idly, if you should talk... Not so much for him to reply, but just to give him something to listen to.

Opting to talk about your day, about something lighthearted about a cute kitty that fell asleep on your foot, only for that owner of the Cat's Tail, Margaret? Whomever it was, to scoop up... And you just brushed slowly, when the brush could go through the area you brushed smoothly, you only went a tiny bit higher, never wanting to tug on his hair to cause anymore pain than he likely was already in.

After awhile, you were able to get from root to tip, running your fingers through it, and he sighed, shuddering a little... you ran your nails along his back, lightly scratching it how you knew he liked.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You finally asked, after you had finished talking, running out of things to say.

Diluc, slowly, shook his head.

"How about we wash your hair then go to bed... does that sound good?" You asked, still lightly scratching his back...

And this time, he nodded.

You did it mostly for him, getting the soap, tilting his head back so his hair could be submerged, scratching his scalp to just try and clean it thoroughly, and you helped him out, wrapping a towel around his waist and having him sit, rubbing his hair furiously with another towel so it didn't end up soaking the bed...

Ah. It was still damper than you'd like, but that was fine. With the way he always tried to rest his head on your hand when it was near, you could tell he was ready to knock out... It was so cute, like a puppy, resting its head and just wanting affection.

With one hand, you held his chin, and the other lovingly petted the top of his head, only for him to exhale... a relaxed sigh.

"Come on," You moved your hand slowly so he didn't collapse right then and there, grabbing his hands and tugging a little, "Bed."

A soft noise, a soft whine, and he stood up, once again, you half dragged, half walked him to the bedroom, until he flopped onto the bed, on his back, as he stared up at the ceiling...

You lied down next to him, of course, not before admiring how relaxed he seemed, but as soon as you were on your back, he practically crawled right on top of you, burying his face in your shoulder. He was heavy--but it wasn't an unwelcome feeling. You just fought with the blankets to cover him with them, then wrapped your arms around him.

"Do you want to talk about this tomorrow?" You asked, barely a whisper.

"Don't... know."

"Well... you can decide tomorrow. Just go to sleep for me, my good boy."

He was out, becoming an even heavier weight upon you, before you could even finish saying boy.

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l-sigh · 3 years

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When you're feeling down

You're not feeling well after having an argument with your parent(s)/guardian(s) which involved them insulting you for no reason that doesn't involve the subject of the argument. You've finally had it after bottling up all your emotions and you let yourself go.

Reader: Gender Neutral

Warning: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Deprecation

Character[s]: DILUC, CHILDE

It's just that I'm not feeling well. Nothing too big.

Is this a first part? I don't know, I'll make some for others if you want. Just tell me.

You suck in a breath, averting your gaze from your parent/guardian. You hear them grunt and walk away from behind the couch you're sitting on. You gather your things from the coffee table and stand to head to your room. You had just planned to relax when they began to ask questions you answered patiently but nothing was getting through so you explained further, not meaning to talk loudly. As if they took this as an offense, they began glaring at you and you realize what's about to happen. Ah, I didn't mean to--

"Don't think you're better than me. You haven't achieved anything so you shouldn't talk like you know more than I do," you hear them reprimand from the dining room beside the living room. They begin to say other things, things that your mind and heart weren't taking too well. You begin to quietly walk to your room, hoping your silence is enough to appease them. "See, you're doing it again--walking away, not facing me when we're talking about something important."

You step into your room with a frown, closing the door behind you gently. But if you bring up things that don't need to be mentioned, why should I stay to listen? You shake your head and place your belongings on your desk. You stand there, drowning in self-deprecating thoughts. This goes on for minutes before you close your eyes and swallow the lump that formed in your throat.

I need to clear my head.

You then fix yourself up, hoping your tears won't fall as you walk out of the front door. You then begin to walk, no destination in mind, just the goal of getting yourself far from the place making you feel worthless.

DILUC

You really weren't sure where your legs were taking you but you let yourself get lost in your thoughts, eyes blurred from unshed tears

Unbeknownst to you, your auto-pilot had led you to walking out of Mondstadt all the way to Dawn Winery

Dangerous, but you had half the mind to at least bring your weapon with you to defend yourself

Diluc was just finished with preparing for his trek to Mondstadt to take his shift tonight at Angel's Share

As he closes the door behind him, he sees you walking past the front of the Winery

Perking up, he lets a small smile form on his lips, happy to see you before going to the tavern

He looks around to see if anyone is present before he catches up to you, nearly jogging the whole way

"Why are you alone?" He thought

It's quite dangerous since it's nearing sundown

He calls out to you but you don't respond

He frowns, noticing your sluggish posture: the way you're almost dragging your feet as you move slowly, your shoulders slouched and your head facing the ground

"Something isn't right."

He quickly steps beside you to grab your arm, gently stopping you from going further

"Y/n?"

You turn your head slowly towards his voice, barely recognizing him. You blink, the tears that gathered in your tired eyes finally cascading down. He looks at you in shock, not expecting to see you crying. Your eyes flutter as you struggle to clear your vision. You suck in a shallow breath, voice barely forming as your lips struggle to cooperate, not wanting to speak.

"...Diluc?" The sound of your voice sends a spike in his chest.

What happened? Why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?

He opens his mouth to ask what was wrong when your shoulders shake and you let out a choked gasp.

"I'm sorry," you gasp out, unsure of what to say as your brain tries to come up with an excuse but nothing seems to be forming. The red-haired man swallows, feeling the corners of his eyes sting before pulling you slowly into his arms. You let out a delicate sound, letting him engulf you in his warmth before you let your hands reach up to hold onto the back of his shoulders. Letting your eyes close and tears fall freely, you begin to cry softly into his chest. Nothing was said as he rubs your back whilst you let yourself go after bottling up your emotions for so long. This lasts for what felt like eternity before you finally pull away from Diluc. He watches as you sniff and wipe at your eyes clumsily. He stares at you for a moment, gloved hands pushing yours away gently as he wipes the rest of of your tears himself, tender with his touch.

"What happened?"

You sniff and shake your head, letting a shaky smile form on your lips.

"It's just... stuff at home. Nothing too big. It's just--," you take a breath, "I've had enough so I went to... to clear my head but as you can see," you let out a wet laugh which he slightly frowns at. Standing there with him for a little longer, you finally pull away from him, not wanting to take up his space and time any longer than you already have. He doesn't let go of your forearms, not wanting to lessen the space between you knowing you needed someone by your side at the moment. Sniffing loudly, you chuckle, "I must look terrible, huh?" He frowns further in concern.

"You don't have to pretend you're okay," he steps closer to you. Your eyes widen as he presses his palm on your cheek, thumb tracing underneath your glassy eye. "You don't have to bottle in your emotions. I know how it feels," he pauses, unsure of what to say next. He sighs, giving you a reassuring smile. "I may not be good at comforting, but I'll try if it's for you. You don't have to tell me why you're feeling down or crying. But," he reaches up with his other hand to brush away stray strands of your hair, "you can always come to me if you feel like you're going to break apart like you did. It's alright--you can rely on me."

You look up at his sincere gaze, not wanting to say yes to his offer but at the same time wanting--to be close to someone when you're unable to hold yourself up. Your lips tremble but you purse them, taking in a calming breath. You nod slowly and smile a smile that eases the frown on his brows. You both stand there for a few minutes before letting each other go, albeit reluctantly. He clears his throat while you rub the sore muscles of your eyes with the edge of your palm. You then watch as he holds out a hand for you. You blink, looking up at him.

"Why don't you accompany me to the tavern? I'll treat you to a nice mix I've made recently... non-alcoholic of course." You giggle, noticing a slight blush on his cheeks. Taking his hand, you nod.

He's glad to have made you better, even just a little.

CHILDE

You had left the house, unsure of what to do with all the mixed emotions you're feeling

You needed something to distract yourself with before you burst out crying in the middle of Liyue Harbor

So the next best thing you can think of is venturing out into the wild and find slimes or hilichurl camps you can destroy, although violent

Making up your mind, you set out to do just that

You begin to clear camps mindlessly, not bearing any mind of the injuries that are slowly accumulating on you (scratches and bruises), not knowing that you've been at it for over an hour

Unknown to you, CHILDE, was on his way back from training recruits when he spotted you going at it but he noticed how tired you looked

He stopped to watch you finish the camp and was about to approach you when you fell to your knees and let out a choked sob

His eyes widened and before he knew it, he was kneeling right in front of you, taking your face into his hands. He nearly cursed when he sees your wide eyes full of tears and the marks of your exertion clear on your skin. Alarmed that you've been out here for so long that you looked the way you did, he continued to examine you for further injuries.

"Why are you all battered up? What's wrong? Why are you cry--," he stops, not expecting you to collapse on him, soft sobs wracking your body. He immediately places his arms around you, letting you cry on his shoulder and cling onto him like it's the only thing keeping you grounded.

"I'm tired," you hiccup and sniff. "Do I really-- am I- useless? I know I haven't done anything that can be something they're proud of but it's tiring to t- try and-- and--," a sob, "I'm not as-- good-"

He rubs your back, tightening his embrace when you could barely let anything tangible but he tells you quiet reassurances that gradually eases you, enough so that you can breathe properly and think. You sit there, letting his hand run over the back of your head. Sniffing loudly, you pull back and rub at your eyes. He nudges them away with his cheek as he leans down to kiss stray tears off of your reddened skin.

"It's okay, you don't have to tell me anymore if you don't want to," he stops and brushes your hair from your forehead to the back of your head. "You know you don't have to listen to them right? You're good enough as you are. You can always change yourself but it doesn't have to be for them," he smiles softly, something you don't see often from him, "it has to be for yourself. I understand they're the ones that helped raise you, but this is your own life you're living, not theirs." You sniff again and nod, whispering your thanks to him as you let yourself regain some composure.

After sitting there for a minute, he stands up, pulling you up with him. He laughs a little.

"We're both look a little messy but hey, at least you feel a little better now, right? I hope?" He asks, playful yet you can tell he's still concerned for you. You smile to tell him yes, that him being there for you had helped. He sighs in relief. He takes your hand and begins leading you back to the harbor. Worried about how you look at the moment, you almost ask him that he didn't have to take you back home (you weren't sure if you wanted to face your parents/guardians in your current state.)

It's almost as if he read your mind.

"We'll take a back route to my current residence so we can clean ourselves up. I'll make us some food too," he turns to you for confirmation, "Are you okay with that?" Your bright expression was enough of an answer for him.

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