Genshin Smut

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"Lord Bar- Venti... If someone sees you in this state-- Woaah!" the Master was cut off mid sentence by feathers shoved right at his face.

While the aforementioned angel started to sing out, his voice echoing with the wind making it flow in an unstable way. The Master threw his arms in front of his face to cover his eyes from the strong gale carrying leaves and insane amount of dust.

"Lord Barbatos!"

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It was late 3am in the morning, the young Master Diluc of the biggest pillar of the wine industry was checking the tavern's current stock of wine, booze and beverages of any kind. He handles the nightly inspection since he's a lot more strict than David is. Especially when his typically annoying brother, an atheist nun and a certain bard that has been unconsciously charged with 4th degree theft comes, if not every night, often.

He checked off everything needed in his clipboard, planning his rendezvous with Ernest later in his head. The Master swiftly took his coat off the rack, ready to sit out and wait for David to come, but only to spot the only remaining head inside the tavern, down and dozing off. The Bard... Better yet, Lord Barbatos, himself. Master Diluc quietly toed his way to the best bard of Mondstadt.

How could a care-free green turtle be their God? The whole green garments and his unknown background arranges suspicion that he's someone big and powerful. But never did Master Diluc dare to even think that he's an Archon. At first he thought it was a shame. But after the outcome of their encounter with Stormterror, one of the Four Winds, the Master thinks he's an honorable deity. The absentee God may be a complete drunk, but this is just the best epitome of Mondstadt.. wild and free. And drunk.

The Master's deep thoughts were cut off by a shattering of glass just right in front of him, it was Venti waking up.

The bard shot up with a confused sputtering of words, "Whu- What? I-I didn't take your wine, honest!"

This just reflected on how the once clueless Master treated the Archon before. Master Diluc's temper and usually grumpy manner is something you can easily get used to. The crimson Master cleared his throat to completely wake the bard.

"It's the crack of dawn," he lied, "Step out, I have your mess to clean up." why is he speaking to the God that way?

"Ah! The great Master Diluc! D-Did you enjoy my performance just earlier? Surely enough, it'll clear out my tab after?" the bard stood up, woobling, bragged about how he stood on the very same table and played his tunes like a rockstar he is.

The Master let the bard rant around while he grabbed an empty bucket to pick up the big shards of the broken wine bottle, "Oh! Let me help you~" the bard effortlessly flicked his hand and the teal gentle wind fixated on the shards, completely taking every shattered glass like nothing broke.

The cautious Master looked around immediately, afraid that someone might've seen the bards practically hidden prowess, "Stop playing around, Venti--"

"Hey! It's Lord Barbatos to youuuu~" that prolonged word took the Master's breath away, literally.

The bard sucked out the air in Master Diluc's pipes for a second, hinting authority over the redhead. The Master turned silent, his puckered lips felt how it froze as oxygen was snatched out of them. Scary...

"Lord Barbatos," he played along, "The sun is going to rise soon, I believe it's best for you to find another place to rest up, the morning patrons doesn't know your true form." More like they're too rude to even shut up for a sleeping bard.