author's note: uhhhhhh first fic! this was solely based on diluven brainrot and i thought it would be neat to try writing my ideas out because i don't like drawing anatomy. so yeah enjoy!
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It's late in the evening for Mondstadt's favorite and most beloved tavern, Angel's Share. Diluc is closing up for the night and Venti is still there, passed out. His tab is huge and he doesn't have mora to pay it off. Diluc feels things about Venti but can't figure out what, Venti is drunk and dozing off. The two are in the tavern alone.
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Diluc never liked wine. Ever. His brother, the commotion, the drunkards, the process... the bard. Venti the bard, teller of tales, so-called Barbatos, Archon of Anemo. He was a frequent customer and entertainer at Angel's Share, so Diluc always saw him. Whether it be by the door or right in front of him, Venti was always there. As often as he saw him, Diluc, under any circumstances, certainly and most definitely, NEVER thought about Venti as more than just a hopeless empty-minded drunk. Having the bard in the tavern was usually a problem by itself, so in this situation, the lack of mora to pay off his currently growing tab gave Diluc an even bigger headache. Venti could certainly drink for sure, maybe even more than Kaeya and that Fatui ginger brat he's always with... Diluc thought. Either way, it was closing time and the bard appeared to be out cold.
"Hey, bard. Get up and pay your tab, I'm closing up," Diluc shook Venti's slumped shoulder.
"fuuuuhhcck offfuuhhhhhhh........." Venti grumbled, lazily shoving the tall redhead's hand aside. Now, Diluc was quite the patient person when it came to drunkards who refused to leave his tavern, but the dark blue-haired bard always stirred something deep inside the tavern owner. Something stressful. Something that makes him feel off. Something hot and heavy. He's got such a large tab..does he even have the mora to pay this shit off ??
"dilooooooooooooocccccc diiiiiloooooooocccc〜 eyoooo diloooc of montatad!! i don haf mora right now im sorryyyyy!!!" Venti was drunk. Very drunk. Diluc wasn't having any of this right now, he had to clean up the tavern. He began walking away just as Venti hastily grabbed one of his neatly folded sleeves.
"nooooooonoooooo wait! don't leave me hereeeee diluc, the mitachurl is gonna..... gonna throw a pyro slime at meeeeeeee〜〜" He pulled Diluc closer with little effort and grabbed the collar of Diluc's shirt. Their noses were practically touching. Venti's breath smelled like dandelion wine and his cheeks were flushed with rosy blush. His eyelids fluttered open and closed every so often, the redhead catching glimpses of bright green and blue eyes. Diluc's heart began to beat faster and faster, realizing Venti was getting closer to his mouth.
"You reek of wine Venti. You can pay your tab when you're sober. Go home." Diluc tried to pull away but the bard simply did not let go. Dammit, he's so close... I have this urge to punch him but that's unreasonable seeing how gone he is... Diluc sighed, grabbed Venti's arm off of his shirt, and sat down on the stool next to him. The drunken anemo wielder now sat facing the frustrated pyro user. He giggled and laid back down on the smooth wooden bar, falling asleep instantly. Diluc gazed at the sleeping bard. Little details caught his eyes. His hair, the way the braids were messy and unkempt after a night of drinking, his hat and how it was falling off his head, his cape and clothing, and how the lacy shirt was halfway untucked from his corset. His eyes wandered everywhere until landing on the bard's smooth and small hands. Diluc wanted to hold such small fragile porcelain hands. They always looked frozen and nimble, constantly playing the lyre and such. He shook his head rapidly, What are you thinking Diluc Ragnvindr? You're tired and stressed that this stupid drunk won't leave! He gently shook the sleeping bard's thighs. The thin and drunk bard moaned softly and repositioned his head to support it with his arms. Holy shit... Diluc started to feel a buzz in his stomach. He inched closer to Venti's face, who was now resting on his arms, eyes closed facing towards the stern tavern owner. He could feel the slow breaths Venti took as he slept and the smell of lingering wine, closer than ever to his lips. Suddenly, Venti was no longer asleep, instead slipping his tongue into Diluc's mouth.
edit: HHHHHHH IM SORRY I HAVE PRIORITIES RN BUT IF YOU FIND THIS AND ACTUALLY LIKE IT BLESS YOUR HEART AND THANKS FOR SUPPORTING ME!! IM NOT EVEN CLOSE TO FINISHED WITH THIS BUT I'LL UPDATE WHEN I CAN!!
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A Summer Tab for Dandelion Wine
FanficIt's late in the evening for Mondstadt's favorite and most beloved tavern, Angel's Share. Diluc is closing up for the night and Venti is still there, passed out. His tab is huge and he doesn't have mora to pay it off. Diluc feels things about Venti...
