#thisisreallybad

2 am.

your legs felt weak as you lifted them, one by one in a swift motion, careful to not topple over on the steps leading to the winery entrance. ‘that mitachurl knocked the wind out of me this time, huh...’ you think to yourself. your quiet laughter turning into soft wincing; as you don’t wanna be a burden and wake the maids up. they work too hard to keep the winery clean. diluc had already made arrangements to increase their pay ever since angels share started booming in popularity, causing people from liyue to come and have a taste of the notorious dandelion wine everyone talks so generously about. but your thoughts were cut short as the doors of the winery open and to your luck, diluc walks out towards you, a concerned expression plastered on his face as he notices you.

“what the hell did you get into this time?” he places his hand on your back as he adjusts your body, eventually picking you up and carrying you inside bridal style. “it was nothing diluc don’t worry about it. if it was so serious i wouldn’t have been able to walk back to the winery.” you roll your eyes as he furrows his eyebrows, noticing the crimson coating the waist of your shirt. “that doesn’t matter (y/n). you’re hurt and you’re gonna explain everything to me once you’re patched up.” he opens the door to his bedroom and carefully sits you on his bed, caressing your shoulder softly as if you were porcelain under his touch. “i’m gonna go get adelinde and hillie to treat you. please stay put.”

“please don’t.” he turns around, a frown evident on his face. he’s confused as to why you’re rejecting treatment. are you punishing yourself for leaving the winery and getting hurt?

“why shouldn’t i?” he crosses his arms. “why do you not want to be treated. you’re injured very badly (y/n). we must get you treated.”

“yes i know, but..” you sigh as you look down at your vision, playing with the chain connecting it to the red ribbon that diluc tied for you on your waist. you’ve kept it with you ever since and you wouldn’t know what to do if you lost it. you wouldn’t know what to do if you lost diluc. “the maids, they never get a break. let them have this night off with no interruptions just because of my stupidity.” you sulk, moving your fingers to the silk ribbon, carefully unwrapping it from your waist and setting it on the night stand as you start to work on the buttons of your shirt.

diluc blushes and clears his throat. “what are you, um... doing (y/n)?” he watches as you pull your shirt off, revealing the large, gaping wound, causing him to grimace at the sight of it.

“i want you to treat me if that's okay.” you blush and stare at the ground. “i can treat myself if you’re not comfortable.” “n-no it’s okay... i insist.” he stutters as he hesitantly walks over to you, sitting on the bed and laying you back as he examines your wound, careful to not hurt you in the process as he brings his warm hands to your skin. “i think you’ll be okay. i just need to get you bandaged and thats it. it seems you’ve been hit by something blunt; supposedly the edge of a mitachurl shield?” he questions as you nod your head and silently let him work. as he’s cleaning your wound you find yourself thinking about what life with diluc would be like. if he treats you this delicately as a friend, imagine how well he’d treat you with a ring on your finger and a ragnvindr heir inside you. you’re pulled out of your thoughts as you feel diluc sit you up slowly as to not hurt you. your eyelids are heavy and diluc notices as you start to fall asleep sitting up.

“you need to stay awake till i’m done please.” he whispers in your ear, a hand now caressing as he turns your face to look at his. “stay awake so i can finish these bandages.” his face softens as you nod your head and quietly sit there as he works his magic with the bandages.

he soon finishes up after what seems to be five minutes and helps you into his bed, discarding your shirt on the floor next to the door as he tucks you into the bed, crawling in next to you, muttering a simple “go to sleep and heal” as his back is turned towards you.

“hey diluc...”

“hmm?”

“thank you for caring about me and putting up with my stupidity.”

“i’m always here for you and i always will be. no need to thank me (y/n).”

November first was celebrated by differently by everyone. It brings out the warm colors, the hot cider, hot chocolate and fleece blankets with fireplaces. Some people like to think of it as the start of being cheerful for the holidays. Others are exceptionally grateful for the family and friends around them. Whereas some people called it the first day of Christmas. Gage was one of those people.  

It had landed on a Sunday this year and Gage was very excited to start singing carols. He already put lights around his room and the small tree sat in the corner, covered in tinsel. But the outside needed work. Snow hadn’t fallen yet and the college freshmen was counting down the days till that first snowflake.

His boyfriend, Gian, on the other hand wasn’t as excited as he was. Sure, he liked the idea but thought it was a little too early to sing songs and start decorating. Halloween had just ended and Thanksgiving was next. Not Christmas. Let him get through one holiday before skipping to the next.

Gage put on one of his favorite ugly sweaters that said ‘On the naughty list’ and grabbed two travel mugs filled with hot chocolate. He was going to get his boyfriend in the spirit no matter what the cost. Getting in the car, he headed over to his boyfriend’s house. He turned on his Christmas playlist and belted out the lyrics. Even making up his own.

“Dashing through the snow.. On the way over to Gian… Gonna kiss him loads… During the Christmas season-”

“Finally!” He turned into Gian’s driveway. Tripping out of his car due to his excitement. Running to the door, making sure not to spill the hot chocolate, he rang the doorbell. It took a couple minutes before someone answered.

“Gage? What are you doing here this early?” Gian started rubbing his eyes. He had woken up only moments ago.

Gage saw the pajamas that his boyfriend was wearing. Taking a glance at his watch, he noticed it was only eight-thirty in the morning. He’d completely forgotten that Gian stayed up late because of the bonfire at Lizzy’s house. Oops!

“I brought hot cocoa!” Gage used his winning smile and pushed one into the now senior’s hand.

“Please don’t tell me. Christmas?” He rolled his eyes at the taller man.

“Yes! How could you not celebrate Christmas right now!?”

As quickly as possible, Gian reached up and covered blond’s mouth. He knew he was gonna start singing ‘it’s beginning to look a lot like christmas’.

Gage reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a bag of cookies he baked that morning. “I also brought these.” His voice came out muffled.

Gian let out a sigh in surrender. “Bastard.” He pulled his boyfriend into the house and torwards the living room.

The two boys cuddled up on the couch, both holding the hot drinks in their hands. An old Christmas movie was playing on the TV. Mostly because Gian couldn’t say no to a puppy face.

“You know what one of my favorite traditions is?” Gage smirked as he reached into his front pocket.

“I can never guess with you. But what?”

“This!” The blonde held out a small green plant above their heads.

Gian smirked and pulled his boyfriend closer by his collar. “I don’t need a berry to get what I want.”

Gage blushed and pressed a soft kiss to Gian’s cheek. “I know.” He whispered.

The senior curled up on top of his boyfriend and enjoyed the warmth being given off. The ugly sweater was so soft to the touch.

“Merry Christmas, Gage.”

I drew this....yea i know I suck :P