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kazyurmao · 3 months

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𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮: 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰'𝓼 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

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Diluc Ragnvindr x Female Reader

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⚘ Synopsis: A young noblelady is convinced to attend a party that is being held by the House of Ragnvindr

⚘ Synopsis for chapter: Entering the manor of the Ragnvindr, you are quick to notice that it is impossible to not avoid the gossip of the nobles.

⚘ Warnings: Slow–burn. Fem-reader, Social Class.

*Clarifying: both the prologue and first few chapters of this series take place before the events of Diluc's father dying. Hence the reason for both the reader and Diluc being the age of 14 as of right now.

⚘ Word Count: 2,6k

⚘ Previous Chapter: 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮 :𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰'𝓼 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

⚘ Key: (F.N) = Father's name , (F.L.N) = Family's last name , (l.n) = Last name

⚘ 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓘 :𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓢𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰'𝓼 𝓝𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽

A peaceful, friendly gold, luminous ray surrounded the outside environment of the manor. Giant windows decorated the House of Ragnvindr—displaying the grand party for the Duke’s son. A line of carriages parked near the circular driveway, and butlers and maids stood in line to bow their heads to the rich.

It was a cold evening. The breeze was gentle—letting its guard down. There were no blades of sharp wind that could spear through the lungs of the nobles.

Indeed, the god of the wind is blessing the young and future Duke—Diluc Ragnvindr. The party was to commemorate his fourteenth birthday, alongside his uprising of becoming the Calvary Captain at such a young age. His father, Crepus Ragnvindr, clearly wanted to brag about his son. But who wouldn’t? When the young boy has a prosperous future ahead. Everyone craves power, and it is clear that Diluc Ragnvindr—despite his age—is the most powerful noble.

The party was, well, extravagant—the sight of calla lilies is what captured your attention. The whole great hall was decorated with the white bulbs and their signature orange—ombré—red, truly a remarkable flower. Entering the house of Ragnvindr felt like you were entering a magical place—a realm of its own. It almost felt…like you had become a princess. It was weird. This very manner felt like your true home—it almost felt acquainted, as if you were once here.

Déjà vu was a foe of yours. You were led from the corridor to the main living area, where the party was held. You immediately felt the eyes of all the nobles. They were perplexed. The daughter of Duke (F.N) at last made her first appearance.

“Is she finally debuting?” one older noble lady hid her whispers behind her overly decorated fan, “How—How—preposterous! Debuting at a time like this! Is she not shameful to appear right now when the party is clearly about the young future Duke of Ragnvindr!” Another—older—lady spoke. They both complained when a third party interrupted their rant, “Are you both not ashamed to make those remarks around the young lady? For all we know, her father could’ve forced her! The (F.L.N) don’t have shame! I take pity on the young lady.” A much older man—with a gruff voice—began to shame on her family.

You mentally groaned at how they were all shameful, to not only begin gossiping in front of you but also badmouth your family! The whispering of those nobles, who keep a tab with the latest gossip, drives you into insanity—well, close, but you aren’t quite there yet. Soon, and you know this, the gossip would turn its attention to Diluc Ragnvindr. You can’t help but feel a twinge of pity toward Diluc. Just knowing that there are nobles out in this world who overindulge in petty gossip is enough to drive anyone into isolation—you know this since you have isolated yourself from the noble life.

Cheers break loose, and the sound of palms hitting against each other echoes through the ball. The star of the show had made his big entranced; his face was decorated with a confident smile. The squeals of young ladies also infiltrated the lively scenery. As he stepped into his party—that had been dedicated to him—he bowed and shamelessly waved at the group of ladies who hoped to be married to him. You had separated yourself from the large group of people since the commotion they created at the sight of Diluc was too loud for your ears. Of course, you still weren’t used to the public lifestyle.

Weirdly, you were a bit thankful to your father for convincing you to attend this party. In the future, you knew you had to be acquainted with this type of scenery; if you didn’t practice your skills right now…it would only lead you to be estranged from the rest of the nobles. You watched, from afar, the way Diluc was the happiest boy. Who wouldn’t after being named the most powerful noble in all Mondstadt? His soft features, in all honesty, did not match his position. He looked way too innocent to fit the title of Calvary captain.

Rumors were not wrong—the boy who stood afar from you appeared to be the gentleman—but then again, everything is an act. For all you know, the man who acts like a gentleman in public could be prideful and overly cocky. You watch all the nobles line up to greet and congratulate a child. If the church were to witness this very sight, they would have deemed it blasphemous for nobles to worship a young boy.

You were on the brink of leaving the party to explore the magnificent gardens— that were just decorated for the occasion. However, your eyes somehow meet the ruby eyes of the boy, who is the same age as you. When you stare at him, something feels so familiar, as if you had met those eyes countless times. They—his eyes—felt so welcoming, so familiar. It was like you had entered heaven. You quickly look away—-this—this is such a familiar yet foreign feeling. This is your first time meeting him, so why does it feel like you have met him before? You wonder if he feels the same. From your perspective, his eyes held an endearing soft look, as if he had known who you were at first glance. When you had looked back at him—his eyes had drifted back to a conversation he was having with Duke Gunnhild. Have you been making all of this up? Was your imagination toying with your soul?

You were quickly snapped back into reality; you remembered that your purpose was to avoid him. You knew that you had failed to prevent the noble society from gossiping about you, but if you were caught stealing glances with Diluc Ragnvindr…everything would go downhill. Despite your goal being engraved in your mind, you knew you had one flaw. No matter what, you couldn’t avoid the birthday boy. It was your duty as the daughter of (F.L.N) to be polite—to be able to greet the host. Your family might be influential, but the family of Ragnvindr is more crucial for the industry of Mondstadt. Being the tycoon of the wine industry in the nation of freedom, nobody can compete with their title. It would be impossible and even deemed monstrous for not greeting him.

You quickly and gracefully drink the sparkling water given to you by a kind maid. The water runs down your throat, and you can feel small pops against your esophagus. You make a mental note of how much you hate sparkling water.

You start walking towards the Calvary Captain. On your way, you can feel your heartbeat race exponentially. The heart that allocates inside your body had never felt this way. A mixture of anxiety and adrenaline consumed your body. Your fingers even shocked each step you took. It was apparent now that the room was cold—extremely—cold. The room felt more unwelcoming. The glances of the nobles and your incompetence to be confident engulfed your paranoia. Everything you thought was plummeting down. The more you moved closer—the more dread you felt. But that quickly shifted as you seemingly moved closer toward the young Ragnvindr. Instead of shivering cold, you felt the warmth build-up. It got to the point where it was excessively scalding to move further closer to him.

It was as if an invisible barrier was preventing you from meeting him. “Oh? Greetings, you must be (y.n) (l.n), the daughter of House of (F.L.N). A pleasure is to meet you, my lady.” While you clung in your small world and reflections, it appeared that Diluc Ragnvindr had taken his initiative to greet you. He snapped you out of your worries as you heard his soft, friendly voice greet you. You looked up at him, staring at him with amazement—it was as if he could read your mind. His ruby-red eyes did not hold the gaze you saw when his eyes captured yours. It was more of a friendly, casual greeting. One that he gave to everyone. Perhaps it was, indeed, your imagination.

“Good evening to you, Lord Diluc Ragnvindr. I wish to congratulate you on your accomplishments.” Politely responding to him, a polite smile adorned your face. You raise your fan closely to your mouth to cover your face, “I hope your grace likes the gift from the house of (F.L.N). My father sends congratulatory sentiments to the young lord.” With a small courtesy bow, you signal your lady-in-waiting to hand him his present. “We used the finest jewels out there; we hope it is up to your standards.”

You close your eyes, afraid he might react badly that his gift isn’t up to his standards. However, your ears are graced with a peal of laughter, “My lady, I appreciate the gift. There is no need to be too formal. We are the same age, of course! So why should we act like we are adults?” Your eyes widen…he’s not being formal…

You wanted to scoff. He has the luxury of not caring what others think since being the sweetheart of this nation can give you a free pass. As much as you desire to lash out in front of him, it would be too rude and scandalous to act how you wanted. You understand he meant it sincerely. After all, you both are just children. He isn’t wrong. A tiny laugh was released from your lips, “Oh my…that would simply be too impolite to address Lord Diluc in such a manner.” Feeling miniature drops of sweat form on your forehead—you weren’t sure if it was just you, but it was intensely hot. “My…” you mutter under your breath.

Diluc is the Calvary Captain of the Knights of Favonius. Of course, he can read people’s expressions quite well. He didn’t hesitate to laugh at your expression, “I apologize. I didn’t know I would be this happy today. It seems like I can’t contain my emotions.” He sheepishly stated. You can see how he scratched the back of his neck with his right hand. He slightly opens up his suit near his chest, taking out a small object that is illuminated red, “Ahem…this is the source of warmth—I can tell you’re…erm..sweating.” Hearing his throat clear and hearing him state how you were sweating made you embarrassed. You quickly cover the entirety of your face and turn around, “I’ll excuse myself. It seems as if others wish to see you, my lord.” Leaving immediately, you began to walk faster towards the gardens. So the source of the scalding fire was his vision…

Wait vision?

At such a young age, he has an elemental vision. No less, he possesses a pyro vision! He, Diluc Ragnvindr, is truly blessed by the gods…

That shameless man! Claiming to be a gentleman, yet he dares to emphasize the obvious (you sweating.) You make your way towards the gardens, feeling shaken by the interaction. You can’t quite place how you felt when speaking to him. It was…rather an interesting yet humiliating interaction. Though you must admit that his smooth voice is quite soothing, it was rich—a bit authoritarian—yet caring. You…can’t describe it. No. No, you can’t when he speaks. His pronunciation is elegant—it is almost angelic when he speaks.

You can tell how his chest rises when his stentorian voice leaves his silky pink lips. When his voice reached your ears, it almost felt like—like—you…,

“I shouldn’t think of this…” you stumble with your words—you try your best to balance your breathing pattern, yet it seems futile. You had sped walked towards your destination, and your mind had plagued itself with the thoughts of him. He, Diluc Ragnvindr, is a bewitching creature, indeed. Leaving you, more like leaving him, for you to only think solely about him.

At last, catching your breath, you gather your thoughts, walking around the well-kept garden that houses the native flower of Mondstadt. The flowers are freshly watered; you can even see the petals drip the droplets of moisture. You roam around the foreign setting for an unknown amount of time. You admire the beauty, yet you can’t help but feel like the garden that you created was better. A small bench presented itself—it sat facing the lake that acted as a border from Liyue. The anemo crystalflies beautify the scenery, giving you a source of light to guide your vision towards the stars.

At a glance, you thought everything was perfectly fair. However, you had failed to realize how you were slowly dozing off. Your eyes were swift to shut themselves down. It was a quick swoosh of the wind, and soon, your consciousness took you to an acquainted setting. Your arms molded into the hands of a stranger, but you knew who this stranger was since it was the same man who held you dearly. His hands traced towards your face; you felt a smallish tingle on your right cheek—he had pinched your cheek. Again, this stranger had seemed to move his lips—yet—to much of your disappointment, his words were blocked out. He entangled his fingers with yours, and you couldn’t help but feel his fingers having slight cuts. Frowning instantly, you looked up towards him, “Why…why must you hurt yourself?”

Your words seemed to bear deafness to his ears as the man never responded to you. He wrapped his muscular arms around your waist as his face nuzzled against your neck. Feeling the firmness and his breath gently puff against your neck, he oddly smelled and felt a speck of familiarity, yet you couldn’t precisely point it out.

It was as if you had fallen while you slept—that’s precisely how you could describe your situation. You felt a gravitational pull drag you down south; your heart dropped the instant you felt a shiver travel all over your body. You were in shock. You wake up to find yourself lying on a relatively comfortable bed. Graced by the soft—dark—blue hair, a young boy stood with his eyes wide open. He seemed to be a couple of years younger than the young lord (Diluc). Perhaps one or two years younger? You couldn’t guess.

“You’re awake!” he exclaimed. He seemed to be relieved that you had woken up. This brought you into confusion. What happened precisely…? And why weren’t you back in your manner? The nerves in your body quickly transmit a signal to your brain, and you instantly hiss at the pain you are receiving. You were about to get up, but the boy shoved you back into the bed, “I’ll inform father that you woke up!” You held your hands near your forehead. Why was he shouting? Perhaps he is thankful that you woke up from this slumber. Your head nodded weakly; you looked back at the young child, and it was quite an adorable sight. His little hands latched onto the mattress, and his figure leaned towards you. Immediately, you noted that his eyes had the shade of a cute periwinkle. So this must be Duke Ragnvindr's adopted son.

You saw how he dashed out of the room; you assume he was directed towards the Duke’s office. Left alone, you can’t stop thinking about what exactly led you to this point.

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Miffyur’s note:

Hiii, happy belated Valentine's day! Well this was originally supposed to be uploaded by that time, but it's 11:47, which means I failed to upload this on time D:

I had writer's block for awhile, and it honestly caused me to not want to write. Things happen! (a lot) , hopefully eveything sails smoothly from now on.

(If you want to be tagged for future updates, please let me know! I'll make sure to tag everyone <3)

Bye Bye!

Miffyur (\_/)

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kazyurmao · 4 months

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𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

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Diluc Ragnvindr x Female Reader

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⚘ Synopsis: A young noble lady is convinced to attend a party that is being held by the House of Ragnvindr

⚘ Warnings: Slow–burn. Fem-reader, Social Class. Prologue

⚘ Word Count: 2282

⚘ Prologue: The Flower Garden

Young nobles have lavish lives, ladies and dukes—princesses and princes—kings and queens. Mondstadt’s aristocracy, beyond doubt, had a life many dreamed of, possessing riches and honor. Commoners prayed to the lord of freedom to give them the opportunity of life complete with greed, mora, the symbol of survival in Mondstadt—you can do anything with mora. Do you have a sick loved one? Pay for medicine at the local market. Are you running out of groceries? Make sure you take a pouch of mora to buy the necessities: bread. Any wish you blow onto a dandelion can be paid with mora. Greed fills this society, and it so happens that those who have a ‘god’ on their side are graced with something many desire—freedom.

To a young noble—such as yourself—-that did not matter. You were lucky to be born into wealth, born into freedom. There was never a reason to be afraid. Being born into aristocracy meant not being afraid of the sheer thought of being able to survive the next day because wealth gave you access to any doctors who craved the shimmering gold just to cure the sick of an aristocrat. That’s what it means to be a youthful noble.

The curtains arose to show the sun’s glimmering rays—it was the first day of spring. The tingling sensation of the rays hit your cheek. It is was warm feeling as if the sun itself kissed your cheek. All the snow had melted away, abandoning enormous puddles of water as a mark that winter had left. The first leaves began to reappear on the dead trees. The coldness that engulfed your bedroom, and your skin, had left. And it was all thanks to the sun. “Good morning, my fair lady,” at last it’s your maid, Sophie, who greeted you right away with a glass of water. “My lord requested your attendance in today’s breakfast,” Sophie bowed as she relayed the message she was instructed to tell you. Your eyes never left Sophie’s eyes, as she already knew how much you disliked formalities, “Sophie, please get up,” you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable with the way she bowed—your voice was soft yet firmly firm. Your fingers blocked your eyesight—as the sun’s rays had become too blinding. “Prepare my outfit for today—I’ll meet Father in a moment,” slowly lifting yourself from the bed, the rest of the maids enter the room—preparing to dress you up with today’s garments.

“My lady, today will be a sunny day—well according to the wizards of the west. Also on the third week of spring, Lord Barbatos will bless the land with the winds. The Dragon of the East is going to show up alongside the Archon.” One of the other maids informed you of the upcoming events that all of Mondstadt will be looking forward to. Their cold fingers ran all over your body, as they fixed you for breakfast. You even felt a bit of pressure on your shoulders, as they attempted to message and calm you down. However, it made it worse, when they were all over you. Their fingers…how they slide through everywhere. It made you feel overloaded, and although you knew they were just doing their job—you couldn’t help but feel your body burn at the feeling of their hands on you.

You felt like you were made out of porcelain, your body trembled, yet you knew you couldn’t show your discomfort. No. No. You don’t like the feeling of others touching you—yet you can’t lash out at them for doing their job. Not even the sun could protect you from their (the maid’s) cold fingers. Closing your eyes, you could only hum back. “Ah. yes. The annual Windblume festival should be around those dates.”

To be a young noble lady, you must be patient and modest—well—that’s what the governess taught you. As you made your way to the dining hall to meet up with your father, it was relatively uncommon to eat with the lord since he pledged loyalty to his duties—in simpler terms–your father is a workaholic. Of course, this excited you since you rarely saw him—you desperately tried to run. Yet, ultimately you knew a scolding would meet your demise. Patience. Patience. Be patient. A good daughter demonstrates patience. Your eyes quickly meet your dad’s eyes—your lips morph into a bright smile. “Dad!” who cares if the servants judged you—they wouldn’t understand the thrill of finally meeting with your dad. On this rare occasion, every second is special. Your heels are quick to echo, a click and clack throughout the dining hall, and your hands wide open to meet the embrace of your dad. He swiftly reciprocates your hug.

In contrast with the icy cold hands of your maids, your father has a tender touch when he hugs you. You felt sheltered—safe—with your dad, and he made sure you knew how much he adored you. Squeezing you more, and bringing you closer, you quickly heard him apologize. “I’m sorry…I’m sorry..my dear y/n, ” his voice split—the fragility—his tone was made of glass. Clearly, he had cried the previous night, for his voice was almost faded.

And although he did not specify why he was crying—you knew immediately. Of course, you knew, you were his daughter. Hearing his voice shattered, the way it turned into a higher pitch tone, broke your soul. And all you could do was reassure him that you forgave him, “It’s alright papa, it is alright papa….I know you have responsibilities.” Your soothing voice was enough to calm him down.

The workaholic man—known as your dad—regretted so much prioritizing his work over his family. The overly—sensitive man, who is not afraid to show his emotions, cried at the hands of his daughter. While he may be blind at the sight of his absence in his household, he vouched to his daughter that he would be more present in her future.

Breakfast operated smoothly—catching up with your dad—was the main discussion. There was a momentary pause, however, watching his hands become fists as he brought them closer to his mouth—he cleared his throat—hearing the phlegm wash away from his throat. It captured the attention of everyone—your siblings—your mother—and even the servants. You could hear the hesitation, murmuring a few times. You knew he was trying to memorize his speech, “I know you hate going to parties. I’m aware of how you are quick to reject invitations…but I plead to you to at least attend this one!” his eyes were shut closed….he certainly had rehearsed his little speech.

“Ahem…Duke Ragnvindr is planning to hold a party for his son—you know him …right? His name is Diluc Ragnvindr. I heard he graduated from the academy—he was on top of his class, and—allegedly—he’s one of the best knights out there.” You could see your father slightly open his eyes to look at a reaction—your reaction.

His cheeks are quick to become a warmer tone, “I heard he was handsome…a handsome fella! And best I heard he was quite the gentleman.” He furiously nodded his head to agree with himself, “Isn’t that right honey?” he swiftly looked at your mother—who nodded her head with the same ambition as your father. You, of course, facepalmed you already knew Diluc—how couldn’t you? He is well known for rejecting every proposal—from what you have heard from the gossip at tea parties.

According to rumors, it is said that Diluc had a lover, but of course, that has never been confirmed by the house of Ragnvindr. Allegedly, the breakup was rather messy—though nobody knows why they broke up. The whole relationship is a complete mystery, some say that his partner was a servant while others say it was a noble. No matter what, the relationship ended, and people say that Diluc can’t move on.

Rumors are rumors, however, so it’s not even confirmed. All you know about Diluc is that he rejects any proposal. While you may not be friends with him, you have met him…well sort of. Of course, you see him during formal events that the emperor holds, but you have never talked to him. You don’t even know what his voice sounds like, or how he acts. For all you know, the house of Ragnvindr could be speaking meaningless words, and spreading rumors that he acts like a ‘gentleman’. Who knows maybe they wanted to increase their popularity even more.

“Ah. Yes. Diluc, I am aware who he is father—who could forget that raging red hair?” your words held no interest, possibly because you had a slight feeling of what your father was trying to hint at…trying. He could continue to yap and compliment Diluc all he wanted, and your tone wouldn’t even change—not even at the slightest compliment. Diluc…how could you even describe him as a…person? Well, considering he is Mondstadt’s top bachelor, every young noble just wished to get a piece of him. His beauty outshines that of the purest water in all of Mondstadt, his delicate face is rather surprising since he was a knight in training. Although, he may not be an actual prince—much to any commoner and noble’s demise—many consider him the ‘uncrowned’ prince. His beauty works in his favor—for most of the part.

You, honestly, knew where your dad was leading this conversation, so he wants you to meet with Diluc? That wouldn’t even work.

A moment of silence engulfed the whole dining table. Taking a small sip of freshly brewed chamomile tea, tasting the warm mellowness of honey and the hint of apple run down your throat.

The silence took over and it was a clear sign for you to answer. “I suppose, it wouldn’t be a terrible idea to attend the party,” letting the tea cup gently rest back on the floral plate. It didn’t take long to hear your father’s excitement—again his voice became a bit louder and a bit higher, “I’ll ask your lady–in–waiting to write back to the Ragnvindr s!” Looking at your father’s happiness—alongside the rest of your family. Feeling a bit dumbfounded, you didn’t expect their happiness to last long…yet once again you were proven wrong.

Making your way down the corridors of your home, you see the gardens being attended to—calla lilies and small lamp grass were in season. Deciding on exploring the garden, you change path directions and head east—towards your garden. The small blue glow of the lamp grass was rather mesmerizing—they say that they are the homes of fairies. Whether it may or may not be true, its beauty was eye-capturing. Kneeling, your fingertips gently brush the blue bulb, the servants indeed did a good job nurturing the garden.

You remember how you begged your mom to hand you the job on the design of the garden, and while at first her refusal was firmed—eventually she caved in. You were honestly rather proud of the flowers you had ordered to be put.

But why calla lilies and small lamp grass? Well, you weren’t sure either. All you remember was that it appeared in a dream. The dream depicted your future—the love of your life—and the warmth you felt as he caressed your cheek. And while you didn’t see his face in particular, you saw the calla lilies and small lamp grass that surrounded your environment. Everything felt so—realistic—so real, you could feel the warmth of this mysterious man. His hands were quite rough—yet gentle—scars and burns decorated his arms. And while initially, it was a bit scary for you—he was the gentlest soul you have ever encountered.

When you woke up, you felt your heart shattered, and over the past few days, your mood worsened. You wanted to go back. No. You needed to go back. It was a sense of euphoria, the way your heart rate would go up as soon as you remembered…or tried to remember…his touch.

You supposed that was why you had ordered calla lilies and small lamp grass to grow, to remember you about a potential future—-well you hoped it would come true.

The sun and moon rise interchanging their jobs—the day of the party comes rather fast—the inexpiable dread lingers in your heart. You didn’t know what was worse, nobles judging or gossiping. Being part of the high class meant that you inherited social pressure—to maintain status—you knew you had to act a certain way for them. Status meant a lot, you must carry the surname of your family with dignity. However, no matter what—no matter how ‘perfect’ you were—the nobles find ways to judge and outcast others. They are cunning, quick to gossip—quick to outcast—those who are not favorable.

It was the sole reason why you didn’t attend parties, the music was too loud and quite frankly the people—the nobles—aren’t even nice, to begin with. Parties were simply not up to your standard, which your whole family was aware of by that point.

You wanted to avoid the attention—for you knew the nobles are far too cruel—that meant you would try your best to avoid people with a much more higher status.

In other words—you hope you won’t get the attention of one person.

Diluc Ragnvindr.

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Miffyur’s note:

HELLOOO, hi hi! Welcome Welcome. Sorry for my absence, and so sorry for not writing D:

Anyway this one will have multiple parts (no— I don’t know how long it would be) Updates are most likely going to be slower, since my campus is opening soon. Whichhh means I am going to be focusing more on my studies :(

Bye Bye! <3

Miffyur (\_/)

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kazyurmao · 6 months

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𝘞𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦.

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Drabble:

We must submit to our fate.

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Enemy Childe x Reader

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⚘ Synopsis: you are battling Ajax

⚘ Warnings: Reader’s death, gore (like semi-descriptive on how reader dies), angst, short drabble

⚘ 330

(divider credits to @/luvlyxgracie)

He twisted his electro blades into your gut. Within each counterclockwise twist, he would dig in further. Your mouth kept spewing blood, traveling from your throat towards your lips. The iron taste is taunting your taste buds. He began to send out a combination of electro and hydro—-he was electrocuting you, and with each shock, you felt your body tremble into paralysis. Thunderstruck down your organs, it made it impossible to move. Your body was consumed by numbness, yet it felt like your body tingled. Almost as if your body was falling asleep.

It felt worse when your inner body was burning. You could feel the flames engulf all your organs. Your lungs have stopped breathing in oxygen—instead, they began to produce and breathe in carbon dioxide. Your grip on Ajax’s neck loosened, and slowly the sanity you possessed, was getting lost.

The sky was falling—the stars—your vision was slowly losing consciousness. The world moved slowly. You couldn’t register for the next few seconds. Your body was burning from the inside, and it didn’t help that Ajax was electrocuting you.

You were clawing his neck—yet the strength of a harbinger was too powerful than yours. The blood of both you and Ajax stained the pure white snow. His ginger hair was wet—his sweat dripping down from his forehead. Parts of his clothes were burned off, and his harbinger mask was permanently placed onto his face. You couldn’t even tell at the end if he regretted his decision. You wonder if he was happy at this moment.

You felt another blade twist onto your liver, your eyes widened, and a shriek of pain could be heard throughout the battlefield. The yells and pleas of so many others began to be blocked out. You were losing your consciousness. You were facing the consequences of using your vision for far too much—all while Ajax placed two blades onto your body.

Your body burning,

Two blades twisting your body

And a faceless man, who you once loved.

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Miffyur’s note:

A small piece, I will most likely not make it into a fic, howeverrrrr I do plan to make a Kaeya angst fic!

ps: I wrote this drabble this morning! it was actually kind of fun.

bye bye!

Miffyur (\_/)

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#genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #childe tartaglia ajax #genshin ajax #tartaglia x reader #tartaglia genshin impact #tartaglia x you #genshin angst #genshin impact #tartaglia x y/n

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kazyurmao · 6 months

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴘ.ɪɪɪ

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What it Means to Love: p.iii

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Childhood Kazuha x Reader

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⚘ Synopsis: You are in love with your childhood best friend

⚘ Warnings: Unrequited, angst, no comfort

⚘ 1123

⚘ (divider credits to @/luvlyxgracie)

⚘ I got my eyes on you.

As he promised, he took you out. He showered you with ‘affection’. You weren’t sure if it was genuine (maybe it was). With so many failed attempts of him ‘settling’ down, you weren’t sure he was just conforming to just be with you. You knew him so well—after all, he was your best–friend, you knew him so well.

At times, you wished you had never met him. But fate can not be rewritten. You knew this.

He took you out to this restaurant—it wasn’t a fancy restaurant, yet one that you both enjoyed when you were children. It was admirable how this restaurant still existed. Locals were no longer fanatics of this place. But to you and Kazuha this place held cherishable memories—even if things have changed. When entering this particular restaurant—a takeout Chinese restaurant—-nothing had changed. The menu was still the same, the prices were still the same, and the employees were still the same. The decorations were still the same. Even if you both had changed—some bits remained the same.

It was nostalgia. You remembered when you dragged Kazuha to this very same restaurant. You will frantically be taking out cash from your pockets just to buy some of the steamed dumplings. The xiao lanterns will hang around the ceilings, and you will ramble on to Kazuha, how you wish everything would remain the same.

It was just like that, but now it was the opposite. Kazuha had been the one to drag you to this place. He was the one, at this very moment, going through his wallet to buy chicken steamed dumplings. He was the one who would drag you to the corner of the restaurant to ramble on about how he wished you both would never separate.

“In every lifetime, I wish we continue to eat steamed dumplings at this very same restaurant.” Kazuha gently let out a small whisper. He was too afraid to admit it. He could smile gently, looking up towards the old yellow Xiao lantern. “Every lifetime,” he murmured again. He sounded a bit uncertain—almost as if he was afraid to spend that long time commitment with you.

⚘ Heart to Heart

He took you out again—he took you out to a place that he called ‘our place,’ and it was that rundown park. The park was unkept, and the beauty of the public garden was long gone. He took you to a place that he knew was disappearing.

So—symbolic of him.

It will be in that park where he will whisper sour words. They were words that back then would make you melt—that would make you feel some type–of way. Yet. the words no longer felt right coming from him—he didn’t feel right.

“Y.n,” his words held that tone—the tone of unknown—the tone of doubt. To you, the words felt so empty. You knew he would eventually leave again.

“I love you.” It wasn’t his voice to travel to your ears, but the wind.

⚘ To The Ends of Our World

Standing quietly, you stared at him with pleading. Your tears poured, not knowing if you were frustrated or sad, “Stop.” Spewing to him brutally was so foreign to his ears—hearing your voice made him wince.

The world was quiet, and in a way, it was peaceful. The clouds blocked the sun—yet the birds chirped. Squirrels ran away from people, yet the wind blew quietly—whispering comforting words. Leaves fell from the branches of the maple trees—yet the water fountain's calm sound calms your nerves.

“Don’t say that you love me,” your voice was hoarse, and your heart began to race. You looked towards him again. The world was crashing down—yet the world you shared was oddly calming.

The world was in slow motion—almost spinning—his eyes directly looked at yours. It was still that lovely shade of red; his hues of yellow glittered—he was crying.

Kazuha was—crying.

“Oh. But I do love you,” his voice broke down, “I do love you dearly,” he repeated. It seemed as if he was trying to convince himself.

The world was spiraling, down.

“Oh but you do not love me Kazuha,” you repeated, closing your eyes, “you do not love me,” mocking the way he repeated his confession. You were also reassuring yourself, of the fact that Kazuha did not love you.

He doesn’t dare to speak—cowardly of him—has he always been so unromantic? Has his love been so…bitter? “Our fates were not meant to be—our destinies were meant to be a standalone situation-ship of sorrow.” For you—at last—it felt like you were being true to your fate.

You were being true to him, and true to you, you were finally accepting the fact that—

He did not love you.

You shuffled a bit, shifting your body from the right to the left—your right leg was released from its pressure and now your left leg held your weight.

With a shaky sigh—your last strength, you say, “It’s okay that you don’t love me,” It was the wind whispering the last few words you had for him. He knew that this moment—the very moment that he was standing in front—would be ending.

“I wasn’t even your second choice.” you can’t help but laugh a little.

His eyes widened—he was panicking—he knew that time was slipping from his fingertips. His voice became raspy and with his last attempt at sanity. He interrupted you.

"Give me one final kiss!” he let himself catch a wind of breath. His tone became desperate by the second, “Give me one last taste of what I lost when I made the mistake of choosing them over you.” His red eyes with a yellow tint became watercolors. His tears traced his cheeks. “Just one.. and I'll leave you alone." He was so desperate, but you wouldn't change your mind. You quickly turn around, your heart racing. You take a step forward. One step towards the future led to many steps. You were walking away from him. Your body felt like it was in a state of paralysis, but you managed to walk away.

Leaving him—all alone.

“Like lul, dim wind.

Summer reached this world—the Guili plains become lifeless.

You become a wisp in his mind.”

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Miffyur’s note:

Yaaay I’m done! To be honest, it didn’t take me that much, but I tend to get distracted while I write. Anyway, I hope everyone likes this! I like to apologize (sincerely) for the constant grammatical issues. Usually, when I write I don’t even think of reviewing my work. With that—I do promise—that for future works, I’ll probably spend more time reviewing.

ALSO IT’S MY FIRST TIME ATTEMPTING TO WRITE A HAIKU!!!!!

Miffyur (\_/)

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#genshin impact #genshin x you #kazuha x gender neutral reader #kazuha x gn reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha x reader #kazuha x y/n #kazuha #genshin angst #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x y/n #kazuha x reader angst #kazuha x you

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kazyurmao · 6 months

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴘ.ɪɪ

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What it Means to Love: p.ii

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Childhood Kazuha x Reader

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⚘ Synopsis: You are in love with your childhood best friend

⚘ Warnings: Unrequited, angst, no comfort

⚘ 2031

(divider credits to @/luvlyxgracie)

⚘ When you know, you know.

The last year of high school.

While Kazuha clung to you during the middle of tenth grade—in tenth grade, he had tied

his heart to another.

You wish to say that you were happy—that you wanted him to fall in love with another person. You knew you couldn’t love him, it was forbidden to love him.

You wished he looked at you like a white stargazer lily

You wished he looked at you like a shooting star.

You wished he could read haikus to you—and only you.

The seeds in your heart are sprouting. Time flies, and so they flourish into stars—you wish he could sing to you like the whispers of the wind. The winds are whispering soft words to you, they blow kisses to your cheek.

The flowers—the flowers that flourish in your heart. The flowers are becoming bouquets, but they aren’t for you.

Oh no, they are not for you.

That is the worst part for you, while his soulmate is given dahlias—you are given daffodils.

⚘.

It was natural for him to hang out with his love every moment of his life. It was natural for him to stop texting you, after all, he was smitten by the beauty of his lover. It was natural for him to talk about his soulmate constantly, he was entranced by their beauty. It was natural for him to miss hangouts, after all, he prioritized ‘the one’. It was natural for him because he was in love with someone else.

It was natural for his friends to be in awe at the young love—the perfect pair. It was natural for his friends to talk about their sweet innocent love. It was natural for his friends to talk about how Kazuha is the happiest man on earth—because his lover was lovely.

They were so lovely.

That was what hurt the most.

Seeing him comment on his lover’s post of how lovely they are—you just wished….

You wish he would comment the same sweet things on your post.

But you weren’t the one for him

It was natural for Kazuha to forget about you.

You wish you were not forgettable—yet a part of you knew it was natural. It was just natural, right? You had more friends, you could always hang out with your friends—you can always forget about him as he forgets about you. But at the slightest chance you get to completely ignore him—he comes back, crawling back to you. It was like he was holding your hand while he showed affection to his real lover. And once you let go of his hand, that’s when he notices your existence.

You felt like he was perishing you—you felt like he was withering you with every chance he got. He ignored you—you noticed him roam the halls and he would quickly look away. He kept avoiding your existence. You weren’t sure what made him avoid you, and you wished to understand him but it was futile.

Feeling conflicted, truly you had never had the chance to register your feelings, you fell in between things. Yearning to understand how you feel–you aren't sure if you miss him—you aren’t even sure if you love him. Feeling your heartbeat—you can’t breathe—you hear the wind but you can’t hear him. You can’t hear Kazuha amidst the wind. Maybe—maybe—you don’t like him. Who knows.

⚘.

Say it to me.

You rested on your couch, it was one of those times were Kazuha realized you were letting go, he begged you (pleaded) to watch a movie at your house. He texted you, not even bothering to call you, it was a simple text. You knew it was simple, yet you couldn’t help but see (feel) the desperation sip through the text. He spammed you (numerous) amount of times.

He’s so scared to let go.

And it was a simple ‘ok’ text that you responded with.

Please let go

And you waited on your couch, hugging the cute red—brownish—teddy bear. You like to think he was a few seconds late—he was. You scroll through your photos, you scroll on your social media account, you scroll through your messages.

Break my heart

And you waited on your couch, hugging that stupid maple teddy bear. You like to think he was a few minutes late—he was. You go through the countless gifts he had given to you—from elementary to high school. You go through the Polaroid pictures you had taken with him. You go through the ‘letters’ he had written for you.

I don’t want to see you

And you waited on your couch, hugging the idiotic teddy bear. You like to think he was a few hours late—he was. You go through ‘memory lane’ remembering the first time you had met him. You go through ‘memory lane’ remembering the time you heard him express his dislike towards you.

I hate you

And you waited on your couch hugging that ugly bear. He was late. He never bothered to show up. You passed around your living room running your fingers through your hair, a deep sigh released from your lips. You open your messages, maybe he had sent you a text? You open your messages and see his account gone. You see you had lost a follower—you had lost a follower and you had stopped following a person.

I hate you

You try to search for his username—yet it doesn’t appear. You go to your spam account—and his account appears.

I hate you.

It took you a bit to process what just happened. Kazuha. Kaedehara Kazuha—had blocked you.

I know you.

⚘ One last message

You don’t remember when was the last time you had gone back to your childhood home. It has been, maybe, five years since you left. After graduation, you decided to attend a university that is far away from home. You like to think you needed this, it was for the best to leave. You knew that after all connections were broken loose you would never see him ever again—and you were right. It was so terrifying how you managed to let go of him, and how he had given up.

Going away meant to become independent, and it was the best outcome that could happen, you didn’t need him—and he—didn’t need you. Now revisiting the old communal garden, which had been demolished since it was no longer maintained, you walked around what once used to be a beautiful place. It used to have dendrobiums, sakura trees, amakumo fruits, and lavender melons. Shame that the garden no longer exists.

“Y.n?”

It was a quiet, bitter, voice. You turn around to face the source of the voice, and there he stands. For the first time in five years, you see Kazuha. You responded with a simple hum, you didn’t mind his presence after all—five years have passed. There were no hard feelings; you didn't hate him, but you didn’t like him. It was a neutral feeling, you stared at him blankly, giving him a small wave.

It was strange—so much had changed—but at the same time nothing had changed. You heard his breathing hitch, weird, you waited for him to say something but it seemed as if he was paralyzed. It was quiet for a while, the winds were the only sound of music. It took him a lot of courage to speak, you saw his lips pull apart, and you heard his slow breathing. He was the same old Kazuha. The peace created between both was quickly abrupted by his voice, “I’m sorry.”

It was the same old apology, so bland with no explanation—he kept repeating his apologies. Yet. To you, those apologies were so hollow. They held no meaning, it was ironic how he was so poetic but when it came to his apologies it was so bland. “It’s alright.” you quickly murmur, you didn't want to be here—in this moment, in this time, in this place. It was as if he expected you to forget everything; to run over towards him and hug him. It was like he expected so much from you. But. You have changed. As cliche as it may sound, you were different—and he knew that.

Weird how you both became strangers, yet you both (still) know so much about each other. He wished this day would come and for you to take him back into your life. But the world worked in so many ways, ways he did not expect. You were so graceful, however, to grant him what he wanted. You spoiled him too much—which you regret. You both sat on a nearby bench, oddly enough they never bothered to remove this bench. Of course, the bench’s handles had developed a bit of rust, and the wood was rotting—yet you granted him the wish. He talked about how he had unblocked you a month after, how he found out you had moved on with your life, “I was truly heartbroken to hear that our friendship ended because of me.” he tries to spew his ‘sweet’ words at you, and it pained you. He was (unknowingly) stabbing your heart.

“They broke up with me a year later because of how dearly I missed my best friend,” lies. Lies. Lies. he is such a big liar, but you didn’t dare to say anything back to him you didn’t have the heart to break his world. He mentioned if you kept all of his gifts—you suppose he wanted you to say how you kept every gift because you hoped you would reconnect with him. However, you were honest with your response, “I threw them away,” you tried your best to deliver the news to him with a soft yet ‘regretful’ tone. He stared at you with a broken expression, “Even…the teddy bear?” you could only nod to confirm.

You both sat there quietly, occasionally he would recite some of his haikus—word for word. He likes to think he is dedicating them to you, and so do you. You both sat in a world of fantasy. But this fantasy was killing you, once again, because each poem described someone else. Someone who wasn’t you. You weren’t the person of the poem.

You weren’t the muse.

And.

You knew this. He knew this. It’s just like he had appeared to fix his broken heart, yet you remained silent. Let him live in this world of fantasy

⚘.

You tried to live your life with him in the picture; you both got to know each other once again. You knew about Kazuha’s career—he ended up becoming an author and a well-known author. You knew about his past relationships, each one where he had become smitten with a new person. You knew where he lived. You knew where he wrote. You knew every single spot he liked to visit.

But he knew nothing of you—what a joke. He had the habit to do the same thing. He will keep ignoring you when he proclaims he has ‘found the one’. In simple terms, to him, you were a simple rebound. To cry on your shoulders, to cry on your bed, to cry on your couch. Everything he did—with you—was to find comfort.

It was foolish to be friends with him again,

⚘.

He took you out, he said it was a ‘date’. You noticed how he fidgeted around, two years have passed after reconnecting with him, and he had never dared to ask you out. It was a surprise—a shock—he had entered your home with a small gift, placing the box on your lap. He sat next to you—and kissed your cheek softly. He recited a haiku, you suppose he made it sound like it was dedicated to you this time. But this haiku didn’t have the same charm as the others. It sounded rather forced.

You open the medium box and there it was, sitting, a brownish—-red—bear. You turn your head to face him, “why?” you could only release one question. Your mouth became dry—you were unable to say anything. It felt…bittersweet to see (be gifted) another teddy bear. “To keep you company,” he ‘softly’ and ‘sweetly’ spoke.

oh.

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Miffyur’s note:

OKAY. I genuinely thought I was going to finish this, but it's just tooo long D:

so, I'll make a part three in between this week.

Miffyur (\_/)

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What it Means to Love p.i

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Childhood friend Kazuha x Reader

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⚘ Synopsis: You are in love with your childhood best friend

⚘ Warnings: Unrequited, angst, no comfort (not really angsty angsty though)

⚘ 1300

⚘ Beautiful Stranger

It was during third grade when you took notice of a particular platinum-blond-haired boy. He was peacefully sitting on a bench that was close to a communal garden. He was reading a book—you remember this book, ‘In the Moonlight’ by Yosa Buson—you remember how he flipped the pages, he was so delicate. The boy sighed every single time he read three pages—he was breathing calmly—he let the wind guide his lungs.

He was so peaceful—unbothered by the distant chattering of children chasing each other. You remember how the boy was so focused on his book—that he had failed to notice how you were now sitting next to him.

You sat silently (of course.)And you stared at him, engrossed in the small world he had kept flipping the pages. Haiku after haiku, you had noted, how he had already begun to recite poems, that were pasted onto pages. He whispered them—yet you could hear. It sounded so romantic—so calm that you couldn’t help but close your eyes and hum.

And that's when he took notice of your presence—and that’s when you took notice of the red streak of hair on the right side of his head. He stared at you—looking deep, almost as if he was analyzing you, and you couldn’t help but show a toothy smile. Your smile, oh your smile, a missing tooth—yet it was a smile of innocence, “Hi!” you couldn’t help but exclaim in an exciting tone. A faint flushed-out red appeared on your skin—your cheeks and nose—and you extended your left hand. The cute eyes of the boy, his red eyes, resembled so much like the maple leaves that fall in autumn.

The beautiful boy didn’t say much—he gave a tiny nod to acknowledge your presence, but that didn’t mind you! As long as he knew you existed—that was enough for you.

It was just like that.

You invited yourself to be with him—you brought your books to read, and while they were not as complicated as the one he carried—it was enough. You have noticed a few things about him. He was quiet and calm. He preferred to be by himself. However, he wasn’t entirely introverted—he did talk a few times, especially when you needed help pronouncing a few words. One word to describe your new friend was—poetic.

“Kazuha, my name is Kazuha.”

⚘ Silent Love

It was in seventh grade—when you noticed that your face became more flushed when you saw your heartbeat pounded—bounded—poured—its love to him. You observed—you had attached a red string to his heart with yours. The boy—Kazuha—was so lovely and so sweet. He smelled like maple. You are not sure if he smelled like maple because you kept bringing Momiji Manjū or if he naturally had the scent of maple leaves. He is so caring—a gentle boy who never lets his anger get the best of him.

It was the beginning of spring when the ice melted; the trees began to regain their leaves. The wind blew towards the east, and you both were lying amongst the plains that followed the wind. You had suggested—to Kazuha—to take you out for a small picnic. It was a simple picnic—finger sandwiches with a teacup of maple tea. Sweet treats were scattered among the small blanket, the basket he had carried, set aside. He was reciting poems—and you—oh you, gracefully heard his sweet voice consume your heart.

You lay on his right—looking at his pale cheeks, your breath hitched, “Kazuha—.” His name left your lips—it was a sudden urge to spill his lovely name, “Kazu….” he had let out a small hum—not daring to look at you—giving him one of your sweet smiles. You were content—everything was perfect you wish this is how it will always remain—him by your side. Forever and ever, you wish for him to stay by your side.

“I know what flower to grow next, cyclamen—I’ll grow cyclamens”

He turned around—now facing you—and smiled gently, “That sounds lovely.” The wind blew your hair, as well as his, it was a period of quietness.

Forever with you—with him.

⚘ Happiness is a Butterfly

You thought you had misheard—you did hope. It was winter when you heard eternity shatter.

“Hm? Them? Oh….” it was a hesitant, his words—held—uncertainty. He was with his group of friends. You both were hanging out less, but you had hope—hoped—it was because he was busy or something. Yet here he was. He was talking to his friends.

He wasn't talking about any girl—he was talking about

You.

“I don’t like hanging out with them, I have been avoiding them for quite a bit. I just think they are too clingy. They aren’t quite—like at all—I just wish they could leave. Do I sound rude? It’s just that….” and again.

Again.

He hesitated—he knew—you knew—that you were listening in to his conversation, “Is it sad that I don’t even consider them as a friend? They call me their best friend, but I can’t even promise I can reciprocate that feeling.”

It was his sweet words that punctured your heart. It was his sweet words that your tears burned your eyes. It was the sweetest rejection. You stared down, not even wanting to confront him, you wanted to keep listening. You had become addicted to his sweet words of rejection—yet it wasn’t even a rejection of love but as a friend.

You took a step back, wiping your tears, you began to walk away—you knew he wanted that.

⚘ The boy who swallowed a star

It was in tenth grade.

It was a rekindle of what you had missed. It was as if the wind had whispered sweet nothings into your ear. You stood in front of the same garden, the first place you ever saw him, he stood there with an apologetic smile. His smile was so sweet—stretching his arm to give you….a small cyclamen.

His soft eyes—his cute red eyes with yellow glitter, his platinum blonde hair, his red streak, his soft hands—everything was so sweet of him. You could smell his scent of sweet maple. It was so comforting, that he recited another of his sweet haikus—letting the wind blow his sweet words to your ears. It was as if the string that was in your heart reappeared to connect you once again to him. “I’m sorry.” he simply said those words—the words you had yearned for centuries. He cupped your cheeks, softly rubbing his thumb against your left cheek. It was a plain, yet, sweet apology.

⚘ .

He reappeared in a matter of seconds. Showering you with sweet gifts and poems every missed friendship anniversaries (the ones that were lost) were remembered. What was once a boy who did not initiate contact, had become clingy. In a desperate attempt to regain the ‘best friend’ title. He was so sweet and romantic with his gestures. Each poem was dedicated to his muse—you. Cupping your cheeks when you are sad, kissing your forehead when you are having a bad day, buying you sweets to brighten up your day. He will be the one to listen to you rant, and he wouldn’t get angry at you.

⚘ .

“What’s this Kazu?” a small gift sat on your lap. He had entered the room and placed the small gift on your lap—of course, it was another gift but what was the occasion? He immediately kissed your cheek, making you flustered. Your heartbeat accelerated, it was excited, he whispered into your ear, “A little someone to always stick by your side when I’m not with you.” He was so cheesy, so sappy, so poetic, you smiled and opened the box.

It was a brownish—red—teddy bear. Ironically the bear smelled like maple, you could only laugh, “It smells like you!”

It was always him.

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Miffyur’s note:

Hello! (I did change my name, I just didn’t like ‘Mao’, anyways), this is part one of ‘What it means to love’. Hope everyone likes it!

Also, I did notice my Diluc fic has some….misspellings. To be fair it was rushed, soooo I might re-write it. (also I know it’s all over the place, so I might change the formatting again <3

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┌──❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚─┐

Word Count: 1869

Diluc x Best Friend Reader

Synopsis: He could never love you back, as much as you wanted—your childhood friend betrays you. The paths of two best friends disconnect.

Warnings: Unrequited love, angst, no comfort, mentions of physical abuse (and mental)

└───❀*̥˚───❀*̥˚┘

Your pupils constricted, and your eyes widened at the sight of your impending doom. Your breath had become shallow—you were running out of breath. Up–and down, your chest had become heavy at the sight of Diluc running away from the scene—he was escaping as you were being left to rot in hell.

You begged for a deity—any deity to come and save you, screaming from the immense stab in your soul. You were running out of breath, tears spilling over to the ground, your disparity was ascending to the last moments of your life.

He wasn’t coming.

He wasn’t rescuing

He wasn’t saving

He—Ragnvidr— was leaving you.

As he took Jean, he took off not even looking back, as he didn’t even let any minute slide in choosing her over you.

Why must it come to this?

✿

Laughter

They used to laugh, hiding amongst the Vitis vinifera, his red eyes—the color of apothecia crimson red—looked over at you with sweet innocence. They laughed, he would shove syrahs into your mouth, “Father wouldn’t notice (y/n)!” He whispered with a small giggle being let out amongst his lips.

They laughed, he would gently take a hold of your hands—his hands were soft—warm—he was a spark of flame. Gently guiding you far away from the ballroom, they went outside to eat merlots—the plumpness of the grape made it all the sweeter to taste when he was by your side.

They laughed, and you watched him from the sidelines, as he swayed his claymore from one side to another. You carried a basket of boysenberry and mulberry—his father had gotten angry that they ate so much from the Vitis vinifera. You sat on the sidelines, as he trained to be a knight—your knight

“We laughed.”

✿

You have grown to love you.

You were only fifteen when you learned that you were madly smitten over his laughter.

You were only fifteen when you learned that you loved his red hair.

You were only fifteen when you learned that you adored his eyes.

You were only fifteen when you learned that your heart skipped when he held your hand.

You were only fifteen when you learned that you loved Diluc Ragnvidr.

yet

You were only sixteen when you learned—

He was in love with another.

“I have grown to love you, but you have not grown to love me.”

✿

The treasure hoarders aim their weapons at you—it is faith that you will end up dying. Slowly releasing your last breath, alongside your love for Ragnvidr.

He never dared to look at you.

Closing your eyes—you awaited for your exile to reach your line of life.

✿

You roamed the lands of Teyvat.

As an exile you roamed. It was that of an unfortunate event—

oh so unfortunate.

The Damselette had reached her hands of holiness to your disparity. Her angelic look—her holiness, she had taken pity on a poor soul—

on your soul.

The divinity of that you were forever indebted to her kindness. You kneeled for her, “Oh my divinity, oh my, how may I please your holiness?”

you were propaganda for the Fatui, you roamed the lands of Teyvat to find fools who were willing to appease the Tsaritsa. You were a mere poster to cleanse the minds of foolish citizens to create a contract with the Fatui.

The fallen angel whispered her divine teachings to you—-of course, you would do anything to appease her.

It was to appease her for the compensation of saving you from your fate. You've escaped fate—you’ve gone against the heavenly principles, ran away from the doom that was supposed to happen on your 17th birthday—your death.

You alone laughed at the gods—whom you prayed countless times to save you, you laughed at the face of Barbatos himself. For the Damselette had become your goddess alone—only you prayed to her to plead for mercy. As you laugh at the face of freedom—you have come to despise freedom.

And most importantly you have come to hate him.

Diluc Ragnvidr

✿

Last Tango in Monstadt,

“Strange dear, but true dear,”

You murmur, hoping, the winds of the west will convey your message to the only boy you had ever fallen in love with—and no you were not a woman that just ‘liked’ him. He had charmed your heart from the very beginning.

So sweet—he was so sweet.

His warm hands slightly touched your cheek—he cupped your cheeks with his rough fingers, kissing your forehead with his warm lips. “It will be alright, everything is alright, I’ll keep holding you—until your tears become that of comfort,” his gentle words—he was the sun—your sun.

It had been a tragedy—hillitrolls had surrounded your vision, and you were just trying to stroll around the whispering wood. Such a tragedy that the nearby hilitroll camp deemed you as a potential threat.

Luck—mercy always stood by your side as Diluc, your knight and shining armor, is quick to hear your prayers.

You used to think—-that the Anemo Archon had heard your pleas, and as a result, he had sent you Diluc from the heavens.

“Don’t worry you are safe,” he constantly reassures you—he makes sure to reassure you, after all, you were his childhood best friend. He will never want to lose his best friend to death itself.

✿

In other words.

so—-why

You plead, as tears rumble down your cheeks, your tears block your view—yet you are still aware of his decision. “Why didn’t you pick me…?” of course, he never heard your whisper—for the first time the wind did not convey your pleas for help.

Maybe because the wind is absent? You don’t know.

It was a standoff, two girls pleading for a life—and one man to make the decision.

You used to think that he would always prioritize you—-think—but that is not the case anymore. For his love was far greater than your value in his heart. It was obvious—so obvious—but you stood there with the illusion that maybe—maybe—-he would choose you.

The treasure hoarders were ruthless, demanding mora.

It's so ironic that the richest man in Monstadt could only save one person.

Maybe he only wanted to save one—who knows?

You can’t help but remember his emotions—his eyes, he looked over you—-it was his goodbye to you. And you stood there with tears spoiling the ground, as you screeched, and he carried Jean over his shoulders—running away from your fate.

Pathetic.

Maybe the Anemo Archos was busy hearing your pleas for freedom? Who knows. But one thing happened that day. The treasure hoarders tortured you. Bringing your skin to burn over their campfire—their grins and monstrous laughs echoed all over their hangout. You pleaded for mercy, hoping….hoping….he (Diluc) would come back to save you. The torture lasted for a whole week, and you….had to endure the pain and heartbreak. You wondered what you did in your past life to deserve this.

They will cut your hair, burn your fingertips, constantly kick your stomach, have you chained up, and never feed you or give water. The people of Monstadt wondered why all the sudden the caves of the south cried, yet they would turn a blind eye knowing nothing could be done.

Leave you to die—and to at last rot.

It was.

A soft voice—a melody you will hear engulf the cave, her innocence sounded that of an angel. She was an angel. Her white clothes—her halo—her wings that covered her body. Her eyes were sacred, permanently closed. Sinners like you were not worthy to stare at an angel like her.

Her hands replicated the same warmth that a foreign person used to do.

You closed your eyes, and her voice engulfed your body. Her lullaby put you to rest, maybe she was the angel that would take you to the afterlife—maybe.

However, you couldn’t help but feel an eerie touch by the hands of her holiness. She didn’t feel like an angel—but her demeanor was that of something more powerful than a simple person with a vision

She smiled, and with that—you will serve your master for an eternity.

✿

Elogia Cinerosa

You can’t completely remember how—how you had entered to be the servant for the Damselette, she had gifted you divinity—a delusion. You are her utmost faithful servant, she will send you out on expeditions leaving you to recruit fools.

You were a sort of sensation, a popular figure among the traitors, replicating the same lullaby she had sung to you—you trapped the jesters of every nation to fall under the greatness of the Tsaritsa.

You performed, singing around the taverns—the opera houses—entertaining foolish civilians. You were a puppet—a puppet to your dearest Damselette.

✿

Dance for me Diluc

It wouldn’t take long.

You were sent out to perform in Monstadt—the land of the ‘free.’

It wouldn’t take long for you to lock eyes with the man you used to cherish.

His orbs widened at the sight of your presence in his bar, his hands were shaking, hearing the crack of the wine glass. The world shattered around his bar, you like to think of his life shock because you were alive. But you knew he was shocked to see you with an insignia of Fatui.

You knew—you knew everything

The death of his father, how he went on a rampage to kill every Fatui he saw.

His eyes no longer carried softness, nor reinsurance, this time you were going to die.

But not from the hands of treasure hoarders—but by his own very hands.

You both interlocked, but you no longer held the eyes of a smitten fool. You performed, continuing to strike and lure drunken men.

Oh, how he knew—Diluc knew your plot, your scheme.

✿

Lovers.

Your polearm clashed against his claymore—using your electro vision you managed to form a claymore yourself. You kept dodging his attacks—only missing by an inch, you sprinted towards him—and jumped by using your polearm as leverage. You held your electro claymore with your left hand—you were slightly above him, yet he managed to block your attack quickly.

You both were at it for a couple of hours—you knew he was more powerful.

You knew.

You felt your delusion become even more difficult to handle—and it was harrowing. It felt like lighting kept striking your body over and over. “You Fatui scum, you never know when to stop!” Diluc’s voice itself had become lighting, as he ran towards you—and you knew, oh you knew—

So ironic being killed by the man you adored.

Your body could no longer handle the immense amount of pain, and you glared at him—clutching your side, “Then do us the honor and kill this scum? Why don’t you Diluc,” you spatted out his name.

Oh how much you hated his name.

You were on your knees—knowing the outcome, you stared at him for the last time. You weren’t that woman anymore—the woman he thought you would be, the woman that was so kind, the girl that would await him on the sidelines with a basket of grapes, the girl who was glad to see him.

Because he had killed that girl—and he will kill the current woman that stands in front of him.

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵

Authors note:

Hello everyone! it’s a pleasure to meet everyone (well if you are reading this who knows). This is my first time (obviously) writing a fanfic, and overall I am new to the Tumblr space. I do apologize for my writing style—I don’t write fan fiction as I am more into other forms of writing. However, I have been very fascinated with how people write fan fiction—I know it's a bit weird. The formatting for this fanfic is all over the place—I’ll try my best to adapt to a format that is more adequate for fanfics. ALSO I apologize for the abrupt ending (lowkey embarrassed to post this)

Anyways! Have a good life <3

— Mao

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