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boyfhees · 2 years

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TAKE TWO | diluc

PRECIS. amidst rain and regrets, diluc asks you for another chance ( 1.58k )

GENRE. angst, bittersweet maybe, exes to ?

WARNINGS. they only talk like, 5 times in the whole fic, mentions of breakups, reader has emotional trauma bro, tea ( literally ) bc im a coffee supremacist, unedited version my old friend 🫶

NOTE. for my bestie and the best writer on this site @wolfhookk like u can never not fall in love with her writings, someone tell this to her until it's imprinted in her head. bff ily i hope u like this red hair man angst 🧎 ps there are a lot of lang leav references. ALSO THANK HER BC IF IT WASN'T FOR RI I WOULDN'T HAVE WRITTEN ANOTHER GENSHIN WORK ANYTIME SOON LMAO

“i don’t usually invite my exes to my house,” diluc shoots you an apologetic look, or maybe that’s how you perceive it. you were once good at reading his expression, now you no longer know how to do that, for the person in front of you feels like a stranger.

he doesn’t say anything, not that he has to. diluc thought it was fate, but then he realised it’s a mere coincidence. it rained without a forecast and you being the kind soul you are, let him stay over until the rain stops. and even though you told him to not read too much into the situation, you don’t think diluc understood a word, judging from the way he still looks at you with a lovelorn smile.

something shifts in the air after you step into the kitchen, almost half-a-way through the process of making his preferred choice of tea. there’s a dramatic pause right before you pour it into the cup, watching the wisp spin into the despairing air surrounding you in the kitchen. you take a step back, running your mind over all the moments you and diluc spent together, looking through the first mention of him in your memories— it’s gone, you conclude, faded or perhaps, hidden behind the blankets of sorrow and remorse.

your attention shifts back to the tea as you proceed to pour it into the cup, wondering why you still remember how to make his favourite tea the way he taught you, or how much sugar he prefers. you press your mind to come up with an excuse before all these things, they don’t make sense to you; not anymore.

“you still buy tulips everyday,” his voice drives you out of your thoughts. you pick up the tray, making your way into the living room, placing it on the centre table before taking a seat by the farthest corner on the couch.

your gaze follows his eyes, settling upon the wilted tulips resting on your kitchen counter. the truth is— you don’t want to buy them, but something about watching the tulips every time you pass by the kitchen puts you at ease. you don’t know the reason, you don’t wish to know either. the first time you bought tulips was for diluc’s first birthday after the of you had moved in together. it wasn’t the first time; in fact, he had a habit to buy flowers for you. a new bunch, a new arrangement, every single day. but something changed after that birthday. whether for good or for bad, diluc never purchased anything flowers except tulips. he says it’s because they reminds you of him, and you reasoned it saying that you’re down to settle with anything that makes him happy.

though, you don’t know if that’s the case anymore. the tulips, perhaps they’re for you. a reminder to never forget what you had, and a mnemonic for everything that you both could’ve been before everything withered down.

“and the tea still tastes how it used to,” he mutters above the silence intoxicating the atmosphere. there’s a sense of nostalgia in his voice, a hint of yearning in every word that rolls off his lips; and it all contradicts the words he said to you two years ago.

his words would’ve meant a lot more if he said them before he made mistakes that could never be corrected and before you decided to cut the string and walk on a separate path. that’s the tragedy of growing up— you’ll run out of feeling something new for the first time. the sad thing is; you only get so much of those moments— a handful if you’re lucky— and then you spend the rest of your life turning them over in your head.

maybe that’s why he meant as much to you as he did, and why you held on for so long even after knowing things wouldn’t work out. you didn’t know it back then, but he was the last time you would ever feel anything new.

“diluc—” your voice is almost quite, a bit above what classifies as a whisper, dripping with hesitation and groundless assumptions. “this means nothing.”

the need to classify that stays far beyond your comprehension, but you take a look at him and realise that he knew it, nonetheless. his hopeless eyes tell you that it’s all because of the impromptu rain; the way his gaze flutters all around the room, never residing upon you hints that diluc knows you invited him out of decency, and there’s no point hoping for this to morph into something more.

“i know,” he smiles, because you invited him over as someone you used to know; someone you wouldn’t have looked back at if not for the comical play of destiny.

you let silence lead the next few minutes. the sound of rain fading into nothing as it ceases to pour; a question pops inside your head— is he in a relationship? it’s stupid, knowing it’s none of your concerns now that he isn’t a part of your life anymore. your mind knows it’s useless, your heart craves an answer, and you wonder if the mind ever answers the heart. the way it keeps conjuring up what’s no longer there. you don’t know why you keep swinging like a pendulum between pulling him close and pushing him away, which you know the mirage will never be true. but the heart does not have eyes and the mind cannot resist when it asks, just one last time.

diluc puts the cup back on the tray, mumbling a soft thank you before wiping his hair with the towel around his neck, the one you had given him before letting him inside. “i heard you never dated after we broke up,”

there’s a look in his eyes you’ve never seen before, and it takes you a few minutes to recognise it for what it was— remorse. he looks at you, half defeated, half hopeful, as if he’s aware of the damage inflicted upon you, all because of his mistakes. you feel something linger in the silence, a broken fragment of memory, or perhaps the essence of unsaid words pressuring the air, forcing you to succumb to sorrow. it takes you back to when you were looking at him, desperate and with your hands into front of him to intertwine with his, and he called your name as if it pained him to say it. you don’t realise when it had stopped raining, or when the clock struck eleven, just the way you didn’t realise when the love between you and diluc shattered down to a chore.

he stands up, typing something on his phone which seems like texting, before his attention shifts back to you. “i’ll get going,”

“right now? it’s eleven at night. you can stay—” and a pause. it’s reminds of the very first time you had asked him to stay over; the night that ignited sparks of something between you and him that set ablaze when you kissed him because of a game of spin the bottle. “i mean, it’s too late and dangerous to drive back, especially in this weather.”

“i’ll stay at a friend’s for the night.” he states, you nod in response. there’s a glint of disappointment in your voice; perhaps you were hoping for something more, perhaps a closure— a chance. you don’t know why you had high expectations when you swore to never see him again. falling in love is dangerous. it’s like holding your heart in your fist and letting it go— one finger at a time. you know it’s getting out of your hold, slipping through your fingers, yet you can’t do anything. there comes a point when you’ve let it get out of your grasp, surrendering it to someone; and falling out of love is like walking hand in hand with death because your heart lies somewhere astray, with someone else, but you have to move on.

because first love is never the first person you give your heart to— it’s the first one who breaks it.

you follow him to the door, noticing his every single move as he slips into his coat, followed by his shoes. you realise that you’ve always loved him more than yourself; so much more than even after all these years, every single piece of your heart years for him, or even a part of him, knowing that if there’s someone responsible for all the days and nights you’ve spent spilling tears on your pillow, it’s him. it’s like a tender sacrifice; like a faint silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. it’s in every considered step you’ve taken in the opposite direction of him, and his every word that drove you away from him.

diluc stops as you were about to shut the door, looking you in the eyes for the very first time that night. “i know everything that happened was my fault,” he begins, and you wonder if you’re ready for another one of those apologies he offered you after you broke up with him, but his eyes tell a whole ‘nother story. “but in future, if you find yourself in a position to fall in love again, please fall in love with me.”

and the second you tried to tell yourself that you weren’t in love anymore was the moment you realised you were, and you’ve always been.

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gojotron · 2 years

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cherry wine

an alternate universe set during greece’s classical period in which diluc is the god of dread and terror, deimos, and the reader is a citizen of athens.

warning(s): strangers to lovers, language, alcohol consumption, spit, talk of children, hurt comfort (reader receiving), breeding mention, virgin reader, body worship (diluc and reader receiving), oral (reader receiving), unprotected sex, accidental cervix fucking, angst

word count: 7k

notes: wrote the first half of this an entire year ago …… spoiler, this does not have a happy ending.

glossary

athenians: citizens of athens

polis: greek word for city-state

agora: lower city of athens that surrounds acropolis

acropolis: a large rock known as the upper city of athens

nymph: spirit of nature

hephaestus: god of fire

panathenaea: annual celebration held for the goddess athena

athena: greek goddess of wisdom and war

elysium: an afterlife of paradise where gods and heroes go when they die

nectar: divine drink of the gods that holds the power to confirm immortality

hades: god of the underworld, or a name for the underworld itself.

Athens, Ancient Greece; 5th century circa 430 BC.

It was in Athens when you met him. He stood out amongst the colorful shops lining the city streets like a blossoming tree nymph in the rustic desert sand. His robes were simple, almost boring when compared to most living in Athens, yet his build held sturdy and strong. He was intimidating, so much so that his presence forced those passing him by to shy away. The setting sun glistened against the sheen of sweat coating his porcelain skin and it brought out the gold in his brown eyes despite the daggers within them. However, there was one point in his features that mirrored the mirth of Athens: his hair. His locks, wild and red like the flames of Hephaestus, were lively and thick, only tamed by the tie that held them together just below the crown of his head.

Truth be told, you couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. From the moment you spotted him from your seated position enjoying a glass of water, your body tensed fully and sweat beaded at your temple despite your spot in the shade. Fear clamped onto your muscles and dread pooled in your stomach, yet your gaze did not falter. You hid my frightened expression behind your cup to admire him further. You felt that if you looked away, even for a fleeting moment, he would vanish into the crowd. So, despite the indescribable feelings his presence seemed to place upon you and everyone else along the street, you continued to watch him.

When his eyes met yours you thought you would fall from your chair. To say the look in his eyes was intense would be an understatement. It was as if infinity was personified into an emotion only he could express. Your heart was pounding, your mind screaming for your body to be set free of the chills of fear rattling through your bones. He paused briefly in the crowd to return your stare, studying you for a brief moment, and before you could realize what was happening he changed his course and made his way toward your table. As he approached, the tension and terror in your muscles and gut faded with each step he took. He was merely inches in front of you now, and yet you felt as if the previous sensations were never upon you, ease replacing what was once apprehension. A new emotion, one most passionate and overwhelming, settled into your senses now that all fear was gone: lust. It made your heartbeat begin to race within the confines of your chest and pooled warmth just below your stomach.

Neither of you spoke for what felt like eons, before he cleared his throat and flicked his gaze to the empty chair positioned across your table. “May I join you?” His quiet voice, deep and cold, met your ears with a juxtaposed delight, and you nodded a bit too quickly for your own liking as you sat your cup down before him. He denied your offer of a drink, opting to watch you take another sip instead. His stare had your thighs pressed together tightly to ease the cry for friction coming from your cunt. You’d just met this man—had yet to even learn his name—yet slowly but surely his eyes, his hair, his voice were melting your resolve and turning you into melted wax within his palms.

His presence was most curious and unexpected as it was obvious he was not native to Athens, but he also did not appear to be native of anywhere else particularly based on his features and the way he dressed. Today was the day of Panathenaea, an annual celebration of Athena for her protection over Athens, headed by her cult of followers and filled with animal sacrifice and competition from the city’s finest athletes. Why would an outsider wish to participate in these rights if not an Athenian themself? It was rare to even find travellers who worshipped Athena as loyally as Athenians did, but nothing about him or his robes signified his allegiance to the goddess.

Finally, your curiosity spurred up enough courage to speak to the mysterious traveller. “What is your name?”

After a moment of thought, he replied, “Diluc.”

How odd of him to pause, you thought, as if in search of his own name…

His husky voice cut through your wandering thoughts. “And your own?”

You spoke your name with a lilted tone; you always found your name beautiful as many told you it was throughout your life, so you were always quick to state it with pride.

He repeated your name back to you, let the syllables savor on his tongue; it sent a shiver down the ridges of your spine. You held your breath in anticipation for his next words, actions, anything if it meant it was coming from this beautiful stranger before you.

“Do you know of a reliable inn nearby? I’m looking for a place to rest my head for the evening.” His eyes not-so-subtly gazed up and down the column of your neck, as if he were wanting you to catch him in the act of doing so. It brought a flush to the flesh of your cheeks and your thighs to flex at the growing heat flaring in between them.

You cleared your throat before speaking. “All inns will be closed tonight I’m afraid. Today is Panathenaea. We will raise offerings to Athena with sacrifices and festivities.” You took a small sip of water, finishing up the rest that resided within the chalice. He left out a quiet sigh of annoyance and a pang of guilt mixed within your rattling, heightened heartbeat. Even though this wasn’t your doing, you felt at fault for the inconvenience to him. Clearing your head of the guilty ponderings you offered a proposition. “But if you are truly in need of shelter, it is no issue for my home to become your own for your stay in the city.”

You watched him mull over the offer in slight apprehension. You had shared only a few words with him but oh how you wanted for him to accept the invitation. Everything about him drew you in unimaginably; you had never before been so captivated by another being in the entirety of your life until him, for reasons you couldn’t possibly explain to anyone, not even yourself.

“If you shall host me, then your kindness is greatly accepted.” You couldn’t help the grin that spread across your face with his words. You were happy for him to accept the hospitality, happy to be able to spend the rest of the evening with the handsome stranger that was Diluc. He didn’t return your smile, but a sparkle appeared from the hidden gold in his irises, so perhaps your excitement was shared.

The games were glorious, the food even moreso. You felt as if the fruit and bread you had consumed that evening alone was enough to satiate a week’s worth of hunger. Diluc, however, did not eat or drink his fill. He simply stood silently by your side, which seemingly deterred any conversation from making its way toward you, let alone between you. He seemed to be on high alert, continuously scanning the crowd, the ground, the skies, in search of something, or someone. You paid no mind at first as it wasn’t any of your business, but as the dusk settled into night and he kept up his search, you grew restless with curiosity.

“What are you so ardently searching for?” He turned to face you for what you thought was the first time that evening. In truth, you were completely oblivious to his lingering glances and wandering gaze, too caught up in the festivities to consider his own lust brewing as your time together drew on. Thus he was quite surprised you had noticed his other antics, and he cleared his throat to swallow any lingering embarrassment before he answered your inquiry.

“To be quite honest, I’m unsure.” He thought he was slick with his lie, but you were more clever than that.

You were now seated among many other groups and pairs around a grand fire that had burned the bodies of offerings to Athena throughout the festival’s day; most in the city were gathered here now for the music being raised to the goddess from around the flame. Some hummed along, others sang outright, but most came to relax after the day’s end. You had kept your gaze upon the performers surrounding the fire for some time now, but you turned your eyes up to his own with his response. You were certain he could see the incredulous look within them paired with the reflection of the crackling, angry hues illuminating the cool night air that surrounded you. “You’re unsure? I don’t buy that.”

He blinked at you, unsure whether to roll his eyes and call you crazy or smirk at how quickly you caught on. He considered himself to have the tongue of a silver fox, but Diluc seemed to be a horrendous liar.

He considered your words before his own spilled forth. “Perhaps you shouldn’t; perhaps I am lying.” Diluc was testing the waters with this statement, both out of his own curiosity for your reactions due to the alcohol you had nursed all evening and because of one other factor: deep down, with enough interest, the god was quite the flirt.

“Perhaps you are. That would be my guess. It’s as if you’ve lost something that is imperative to get back. Athens is quite the paradise, you know; not many are so easily distracted from her beauty.” You reveled in the momentary reaction of surprise that he let slip past his neutral features. You smirked, for you knew you had guessed correctly, almost perfectly. His eyebrows raising slightly, his lips parting in the smallest of gasps, eyes going ever-so-wide with the surprise he was met with. He wasn’t angry that you had found him out, moreso impressed. The truth of the matter was Diluc had overestimated your drunkenness and underestimated your perceptiveness.

He chuckled, an incredulous half smile stealing the surprised blush from his cheeks as he faced the fire now. “Shocking. You’re an impeccable guesser. Have you considered this city’s pressing habit of gambling?” You shared a fit of giggles at his quip. He suddenly leaned closer to your ear as your laughter died down, breath fanning across the soft skin behind your ear. Your face filled with warmth at the proximity, anticipation gripping your lungs with baited breath as you awaited his next words. In a low whisper, he explained, “I am in search of a thief; he stole something of great symbolic importance to my mother, and I have come to your city and your celebration to retrieve it on a rumor that he would be attending. But in truth, I have not the slightest clue what form he has taken to disguise himself as.”

His words took some moments to process as one of his large hands now slipped up and down your thigh soothingly. You couldn’t recall the moment he had placed it there, but as soon as he did your head began swimming with thoughts of him and him alone. His words came secondhand to his touch in that instance. But when you processed them, particularly the wording of his final statement, it was as if all of the breath you were holding manifested itself into the sharpest yet most silent gasp you could muster. It was your turn to be shocked and surprised, for only divine beings could change their shapes. Only divine beings were known for chasing those they did not know, for only the gods and the like could recognize one another by mannerisms and auras alone.

His hand squeezed your thigh and he shushed you quietly at the sound of your gasp, his nose now nuzzled at your temple as he spoke. “I take it you haven’t seen the god Hermes in Athens recently, have you?” One hand flew to his wrist, the other to his forearm in any attempt to touch his skin with your own. He was driving you absolutely mad, goosebumps rising on every exposed part of you from the chilled night air clashing with the heat of the fire you sat so closely to. You had never encountered a god in your life prior to this, but you were absolutely certain that in that very moment, you were speaking with one there and then.

It took every ounce of strength within you to ask him the only question you could muster. “What is your name, Diluc?” An oxymoron of an inquiry, but if he were truly a god, Diluc was not his divine name. It was the one he had thought up when you first met, the one that had you pondering why he must pause before answering such a stupidly simple question. Your grasp upon him grew tighter as you hung upon his every word, eyes closed so that you could fully focus on him and only him. His touch, so soft and rhythmic at the skin now exposed by your robes slipping apart at their slit, his breath, warm and soft upon your cheek and down the column of your neck, and how his low voice rumbled his response directly into your ear.

“Deimos. Son of War and Love.” He was so clever and clear with his words you couldn’t help the faint laugh that escaped you, incredulous, breathy. He was already taking a large risk uttering his own name in a place where other gods could be lurking, but to utter the names of Ares and Aphrodite in Athens, a sacred city of Athena, during the Panathenaea, could have caused greater conflict between the gods than a mere stolen symbol. Of course you knew who he was, who his parents were, and why his identity must be kept a secret here. To speak the name of Aphrodite within Athens would be like asking for a war to ensue. The two goddesses had a longstanding hatred for one another for a plethora of reasons. Athena herself would smite you where you sat if you even dared utter it once. You knew this all for you were raised within the religion, taught from your very conception to show hospitality to any and all on the chance of this moment here and now. Any person or peoples who came to your doorstep could be a god. They could speak with you for a plethora of reasons, for mirth or pleasure or to obtain information or out of pure boredom. The gods did as they pleased, much to the dismay of one another, but within your beliefs provided your human existence and all of its necessities to you. Everything you knew, the air you breathed, belonged to the gods, belonged to Deimos. Diluc, you reminded yourself. He is Diluc to you.

You once more gathered your courage to speak to him, to now move yourself ever closer to him and his touch and his breath and his words. Turning your face toward him, your noses touched side by side. Your eyes were still glued shut, too consumed with nerves and lust to dare open them and face his own. “And why stay with me now? Why not continue your search?” If you were a mere inch closer, your lips would have brushed his own when you spoke.

You felt his chest rumble against your own in another chuckle. “You’ve become too interesting to abandon. I have millenia to search for that rascal; let me now rest with you, if only for the night.” Your eyes opened on their own accord to be met with a gaze so piercing with fascination that it filled your insides with warmth to the very core. His hand had snaked from your thigh with a gentle squeeze at the apex of your hip to rest around the curve of your waist, the other urging your hands up to his face by their wrists. All at once your heartbeat rushed blood into your ears, liquid courage mixing the heat of want within your belly as your trembling fingers stilled against the warmth of his cheeks. Nerves of embarrassment told you that people were going to stare, but nerves of anticipation told you not to care. Let them stare; plenty of other pairs found themselves caught in passion from the music and the flames. You wanted to fall victim to the moon’s call, but the craving for privacy overruled your unfiltered thoughts.

“If you’re ready to return home, I’ve some cherry wine I want you to savor with me, since you wish to humor my hospitality a little longer.” Gulping down your nervousness at last, you relaxed into his warm hands holding your body against his. He rested his forehead against yours as he pondered what he desired more in that moment: to have you here and now under the moon and its stars, or alone with sweetness on his tongue. He chose the latter, despite the rush of his own heart pleading for a kiss. With great dismay, he slowly pulled away to stand and offer you his hand to do the same. The trek back home had never dragged on for so long in all of your life.

“You seem to view Athens as a paradise, but do you hold any desire to leave?” His question was genuine, pushed through soft lips that only spoke after periods spent thinking logically before voicing his delicately created phrases.

You had returned to your home as briskly as you could, presenting your most prized bottle of cherry wine to share over conversation. It had started around the table, hip to hip, knee to knee, whispering as if your voices would let loose to the outside world the secrets you shared with one another, but now rested within your bed, him on his side, hovering over you ever so slightly, and you on your back, gazing up at him as if he were all of Elysium presented before you in the form of a vessel.

You blinked slowly, entranced firstly by his proximity and taking the pause to ponder your response, the alcohol in your system allowing you to fall pray easily to distractions. “Athens is known for its schools and music and art. I was born to a painter, my mother, and a philosopher, my father. I’ve tried my hand at it all—writing, singing, drawing—but none of the options I’m presented with here seem to suit me.” You watched his face closely as you spoke softly to answer his query. His gentle breaths fanned your face, his fiery hair down from its original ponytail to now frame his face and rest down his back and shoulders like a waterfall of flames. His eyes blinked between watching your lips as you spoke and gazing into your own with an intensity not of daggers anymore but of interest and intrigue. Your noses were mere inches apart, his body so close to being pressed against your own as his free hand that wasn’t supporting him up by the elbow cupped your face. How you became this close you couldn’t recall, but as you began to finish answering his question, all you could think of was that you wanted him closer, as close as you possibly could be. “Despite my education, I know nothing of this world because I haven’t lived within it. All I know is Athens, so if I don’t leave, perhaps it is all I will ever know.”

“The world is cruel,” he replied. “I would fear it might break you, but it seems your resolve is too strong. You wouldn’t allow it to touch you.” A faint smile graced his lips and the urge to capture them in a kiss, to bridge the gap between you, was so overwhelming in that moment. Your heart, racing as it always seemed to do when near him, was aching with yearn.

Kiss him. Kiss him you fool. Your eyes only watched his lips. “And what brings you to that conclusion?” Your hands, once resting at the apex of your chest, reached up slowly and shakily to grasp the robes upon his shoulders. You gripped onto the fabric to calm the small tremors caused by your hasty breath and fluttering heart. One hand feathered its way into his bangs, brushing them out of his eyes and behind his ear with the lightest touch you could muster. Touching him felt off-limits, as if you were admiring a sculpture and were instructed not to fiddle with it by its artist. But Diluc was real; his breaths, soft and warm on your face, his chest rising and falling steadily in sync with your own, grounded you in the moment.

“When I first spotted you across the plaza, you were staring back at me without fault. Your intensity outdid everyone else's but my own.” You shared a breathless chuckle at this. He inched his face closer, your hands rested around his neck. You fell into silence as your apprehension of one another slowly melted into courage, and as soon as you began to close your eyes his lips met your own.

You never knew what it was like to kiss another being, but you were certain his kisses were divine when held against all others. He was gentle, at first, as your bodies relaxed into the mattress and his muscular form finally lay flush against your own, the hand cupping your face sliding to the back of your head, caressing your cheekbone lightly during its retreat. He held you as if you were fragile, yet firmly as if you would fall through the floorboards and out of his grasp. His lips tasted of the wine fermented from tart cherries and sweet grapes you had shared earlier; everything about him in that moment became your own personal nectar from the gods.

You kissed him deeper, your arms once looped around his neck now shifting to cup his face within your palms, his jaw resting along your pinkies. His skin against your own was warm and soft and electric, a sensation almost as addicting as his kisses. As you parted for air, breaths panting against one another’s, he rested his forehead against your own. There it was again, that uncontrollable grin spreading across your face, except there was no object to hide it behind this time. And this time, it was paired with kiss-swollen lips and a flushed visage.

His position shifted to hover above you as his forearms rested on either side of your head and his knees pressed flush against your hips. Here your hands roamed his face, his hair, his shoulders, his chest; any and every piece of his skin and hair your hands could reach were yours to explore. He studied your face as you did this, peppering light kisses here and there above your eyebrows, along your nose bridge, slowly down your neck. It was quiet save for your stuttered breathing, peaceful save for the lustful mess he was making of you. You were so lost in his touch and his kisses that his serene voice calling out to you by name could barely pull you from your thoughts that were riddled with him and him alone.

Your eyes met him with full attention as he whispered to you, “What is it you want of me?”

You answered without hesitation, “All that you’re willing to give. You have my full permissions as long as I have yours.”

His lips went back to your own with your words. His kisses were deeper, more fervent as if they were trying to draw you closer than you already were. He was nervous to relax his hips against your own before, but with your outright consent, his body moved more freely now. You had spent the day admiring him, lusting over him, so the friction created by your legs wrapping around his waist and his growing cock pressing against your cunt was greatly welcomed. It left you inhaling sharply against the kisses you shared, gripping at his shoulders as your hips moved in slow rolls against one another’s.

Nothing else mattered more to either of you in this moment. No god or city could keep the magnetism he somehow possessed from drawing you into its charge. He was providing you with sensations you had never felt before, an electricity of warmth shooting throughout your limbs at every press of his hips into your own. Everything was entirely too hot, too much in the best way they possibly could be. You were squirming in his hold in a desperate attempt to slip the robes from your shoulders, to feel the heat that radiated off of him in salt waves in the entirety of their ocean.

Diluc seemed to understand your wants; his robe was already halfway down his shoulders from your wandering hands. He pulled away from the kisses, slowly, languidly, a string of saliva connecting your lips to his causing the heat in your face to deepen at the sight. His large, calloused palms soothed down your arms, dragging your robes along with the caresses. Your chest was now exposed to the open air, nipples pebbled from the cool night air and the arousal his touch brought you.

The look in his eyes as he gazed upon your body was like you were something anew, like your mere existence graced breath into his lungs and granted his heart the ability to beat. Stars sparkled in his pupils and an awestruck sigh escaped him. You knew the gods to be insatiable beings who used their titles to seduce women and men alike, but something Diluc said earlier into your night together struck you now with how he regarded you beneath him.

“Do you have any offspring?” you inquired, twirling one of his long crimson locks that had escaped past the curtain of his shoulders around your index finger.

He smiled softly at your question, somberly almost, before answering with an almost immediate finality. “No. I have had very few interactions with humans.”

You wanted to know what drew him into you. A god showing such interest in you was flattering, but seduction from a deity usually meant the need to produce a legacy. Diluc had been nothing but kind to you, accepting and reciprocating of your advances, but if ulterior motives were at play, you needed to halt the feral beating of your heart and the slick building between your thighs.

Diluc smoothed the wrinkle that had formed between your eyebrows as you pondered his response. He chuckled as you looked slightly startled by the touch, having been too lost in thought to notice how long of a lull in the conversation had emerged.

“What is it?” he encouraged, brushing his hand across your forehead before placing a whisper of a kiss where his thumb once resided.

Your eyes wavered as you considered voicing your concerns. The anxiety of the possibility of all of this being a trick to bed and breed you sloshed in the pit of your stomach, even sent a slight tremble into your hands.

“I can’t seem to fully comprehend you.”

Diluc felt this anxiety, but he had not been the one to cause it. He knew he couldn’t just take it away, because in doing so would only brew it forth again in an overflowing kettle of confusion. Only reassuring words could cool the bubbling nervousness within you.

“I do not wish for children. Not with a mortal, nor with a god.” The frown that tugged the corners of your lips gently downwards disappeared as he began. This made him inhale, albeit shakily, before opening up his own anxieties unto you. “Having a child with a human would be painful. The other parent will die and the child would only serve as a reminder of their existence. It makes that heartache twice as prominent.” You hummed in acknowledgement of his words. “Having a child with a god would only cause more chaos amongst us.” He chuckled at this, and you returned one to him, gracing his ears with an indicator that your anxiety was fading.

“Most gods are disloyal and selfish. They see human life as a nuisance. Very few mourn them when they’re gone.”

“Do you?”

Your question struck him like a blow to the back, one that makes the air hide from your lungs in a manner that takes all too long to find again. Diluc knew himself to be selfish; if he is wronged he will hold onto that hurt until the end of time. But he is not cruel, he does not retaliate out of that selfishness. You somehow felt this truth though he did not utter it into existence.

“No, not often.”

“But you have?” You did not want to admit this, not even to yourself, but you pressed these questions with the implications of your own mortality. If you were so captivating, would Diluc mourn you when you descended down into Hades?

“Yes. I think human life is a gift for gods to mold.” Diluc saw satisfaction within you from these responses. Every word was truth.

This truth reflected now in his pupils, blown wide and round in admiration and lust. The allure of your soft skin made his hands more bold as they palmed your breasts. A soft moan from you followed his touch, for no one had seen you, held you in this manner before. The foreign feelings were welcomed because they were being created by him, and the sight of him alone now washed comfort where dread once resided.

Diluc wished to hear anything and everything he could from you. Paired with his desire to feel all he could, his lips kissed from your lips to your chin and down the column of your throat, trailing his tongue over where your breasts swelled from lying down. One hand continued to palm at your right breast as his lips sealed around your left nipple. You moaned, louder this time, the sensation both strange yet heavenly as he suckled lightly. A flick of his tongue sent your back arching into him, hands scrambling to press him further against you by the back of his neck. His now free hand smoothed up your back, supporting you from between your shoulder blades.

His hands were so large and, despite their millenia of existence with littered scars and calluses to prove this, they were soft and gentle, moving with the beating of his heart sewn into their warmth. You couldn’t help but whine his name as he stopped his ministrations on your left breast, but a breath of a laugh at your displeasure fanned across the goose flesh raised on your skin as he switched to your right breast, free hand sneaking your robes further down your form.

His lips all too soon followed the fabric, kissing down to your naval where he dared soft love bites upon the flesh of your tummy. The sensation of his teeth grazing softly against your skin tickled more than anything, causing soft giggles to mix into your moans. He smiled at this, however small, looking up at you now from the apex in between your thighs.

You met his gaze, admired the wild blush that stretched from his cheeks to the tips of his ears down his kiss-bruised neck and chest. The sight alone made you long to clench your thighs together for any form of friction at your disposal, but his hands now cupped your inner thighs, holding them apart with just enough force to halt the action.

Another subtly frustrated whine met Diluc’s ears as he freed a hand to rid you completely of your garments. “Needy little thing,” he purred as he kissed and licked at your inner thighs, hands massaging and squeezing the flesh as he moved your knees over his shoulders.

Your lip trembled at his quip. “Just…” He blew softly against your folds, causing a shiver to frost up your spine. “Just need you. Please.” And who was this god to deny you? Diluc believed you to be the peak of what humanity could be as he observed you during the night’s outing, how you shared the food and drink you purchased with anyone who asked. How you played along with the children who approached and the stray dogs begging for the kind attention you granted your fellow humans. How you took in his aura meant to deter any unwanted bystanders during his search for the fucker that was Hermes yet couldn’t bring yourself to look away. He would be cruel to deny you now after he’s built you up and holds you fragile in his palms, and Diluc was not a cruel god.

His lips met your clit in a sloppy kiss before his tongue flattened up your folds up to the pulsing bud. Your walls fluttered around nothing, a moan of newfound pleasure harmonizing with the groan Diluc relented at the taste of you swirling on his taste buds. He continued to lick at the slick before sucking softly on your clit, causing your thighs to tremble and clench around his head. His hands, hooked around your thighs, soothed them apart ever so slightly so that the moans you produced would not fall on muffled ears.

His mouth slipped from your clit to his tongue pushing past the lips of your cunny into your warmth, the loss of friction and foreign sensation sending your hips bucking up against his mouth. His hands slipped down to your hips now, grip the slightest bit forceful if only to hold you in place as he pleased you.

“Be still for me. I’ve got you.” Your eyes shined with the conviction behind his words, his touch.

His tongue began lapping in and out of you, coating the corners of his mouth and his chin in your shine. With a return to your clit and a few more forceful sucks and circling on his tongue there, your orgasm washed over you with grace.

Toes curling and eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, relief in its purest form spread from its roots in your stomach throughout your veins in a heat that was just as cool as it was blistering. Diluc softened his actions but still proceeded, helping you ride out your first high from pleasure, until the hands that tangled in his hair pushed at his cheeks with whimpers of the beginnings of overstimulation.

“You did so well for me, darling,” he praised. His voice was slightly gravelled with lust. “How does it feel?”

“Like divinity,” you whispered through labored breathing. A hand now caressed his cheek, and he grasped it within his own to place a kiss upon your palm.

Diluc leaned back up to meet you face to face, robes now discarded as well, allowing you sight of his hard cock pressed along your folds. Desire began to course through you once more as he kissed you with fervor, tasting yourself on his tongue, causing you to moan as his hips collected your growing slick along his shaft.

The anticipation of having him inside of you was outweighing the anxiety of the discomfort that was sure to emerge initially. The way your hands gripped his forearms, his biceps, conveyed to him unspoken pleas. Be gentle. Be kind. Be mine.

Diluc’s hands cupped your face, eyes searching yours for any sliver of dread he could find. “How many lovers have you bewitched, such as myself?” A grin spread across both of your cheeks with his love-soaked words.

“Just one.” His eyebrows raised and lips parted to inquire further, but you cut him off with reassurance. “He beholds me now.” You giggled at his sigh of relief. Diluc cared not for virginity, nor measured purity of heart by such an abstract thing. He just did not think he could take it if he found any other man had abandoned the beauty he now found himself above.

His tip now aligned with your entrance, shining with your slick in the vanilla candelight. “Breathe for me,” he uttered, and with a hand still cradling your face and the other grasping his length, he entered you. You sucked in a harsh breath at the stretch, a painful burn following as he slowly moved toward fitting inside you entirely. You remembered his words, breathing as deep as you could, inhaling the lingering scent of firewood on his skin and wine on his breath. It took some time, some halting his movements from your trembling hand on his chest, some moving again as you uttered his clearance to do so.

When he finally reached the hilt, hips flush against your own, you moaned deeply against one another’s panting mouths. Diluc squeezed his eyes shut at the sensation of your heat in its entirety. “Perfection…” he gasped. “I have never felt such perfection.”

Your eyes took the time to wander while his were closed. The burning sensation of before was fading fast, and you awed at the revelation of your connection, proven by where his pelvis hit snug against your own. Your gaze slowly travelled up his toned stomach where a thin trail of crimson stopped at his naval, then up his scarred and sun-freckled chest to find deep, brown eyes already staring back at you when you returned to them.

You were crying, you realized, silent tears from the initial discomfort, that his thumbs swiped away as soon as they crystallized at your lashes. “Tell me what you need. Is this too much?”

Your hands caressed down his sides then up his back, cradling his chest against your own. “No, no,” you stuttered. “Yes, just…please move.”

His lips pecked your own, quirking a smirk in one corner at the desperation your urgent words conveyed. “As you wish, dove.” The nickname had the butterflies in your tummy fluttering aggressively, desperate to break free of you in search of purchase in Diluc’s ruby hair as a decoration of the effect his mere existence had on you.

He took one of your legs wrapped around his waist and slid it up and over his shoulder, leaving a kiss to your ankle. He pulled back to push back into you almost just as slowly as before, but this time he somehow fit deeper within you. The moan you both released as he began his movement was loud and unfiltered. He was drawn into you again and again, pace picking up quickly but not harshly, your hips jutting to circle in time with his thrusts.

One of your hands went searching for his own and you intertwined your fingers as he lavished you. He brought your hands up to his lips, kissing each of your knuckles between groans and panted breath, admiring the sight below him through it all.

“Diluc, I need you.” There was this ache in your chest that you couldn’t describe. He was right in front of you, as close to you as he possibly could be without merging his being with your own. So what had your eyes pricking with tears and voice cracking at your declaration?

He shushed your sniffles and shifted where his nose brushed against your own. “You have me, darling. Why do you fret?” His hand intertwined with your own pleaded this, grounding you as the pleasure built and built. This ache in your chest spurred the same tautness in your muscles as before, but it didn’t relent into euphoria so quickly this time.

Diluc could feel this, he felt your walls reacting to his words and his touch as his thrusts got sloppy from his own building pleasure. However, a shift in his hips sent a thrust too deep and a high pitched yelp escaped you, a bump to your sensitive cervix causing you to shift up the bed to escape the jolting shot of pain the contact caused. Diluc’s eyes grew wide with your reaction, cursing under his breath before halting his movements entirely. He called your name and tried to exit you, but you kept him where he was with a tight leg around his hips.

“I’m so sorry. Are you alright?” He continued a string of curses and apologies as he smoothed down your hair and gazed at you with worried eyes. You nodded, encouraging him to move again by grinding your hips against his own. The friction the movement provided your clit caused moans to ensue from you once more, allowing Diluc the courage to slowly begin once more. He brought one hand down to your clit, thumb beginning pressured circles that built you up much faster than his languid thrusts alone.

“Diluc, please, I’m almost there, I’m-” A more angled thrust cut off your frantic words as the tip of cock hit a spot within you that had you throwing your head back against the pillows and your eyes crossing, stars dotting your vision as he continued to hit that textured spot repeatedly.

He kissed you hard and deep as he came, head spinning as warmth spread within you as his form shuddered above you. This sensation paired with his thumb circling hearts against your clit sent you reeling, coming undone so intensely it had your vision blurring as loud, cracked moans escaped your raw throat.

Diluc kissed your temple, lips lingering the sweat-sheened skin there as you both caught your breath. You stayed tangled within one another for another moment until he pulled out with a hiss, cock twitching as his cum began dripping out of your puffy, reddened folds.

“I think your mother has cursed you.” He glanced at you with slight confusion as you chuckled at your own words. “She must have; I’ve barely known you yet I am so in love with you it’s causing my heart to break.” You smiled, melancholy and adoring, watching his handsome features shifted from confusion to understanding.

“Perhaps,” he mused along, settling between your legs with a small smile and wrapping his arms around your waist. “Or perhaps she has blessed you with the ability to seduce any man you so choose.”

“Even a god?” you quipped.

“Even so.”

That was not the last time you made love that night, but it would be the final night you were to see him. In the moments you shared, you knew not of this. Mortal optimism coaxed forth daydreams of a life with Diluc, perhaps changing his mind about children and why he did not want them. Mortality was not the only reminder children served; they shared the parent’s memory in their own aspects and existence.No words could convince such a thing of him, however. One night was not enough to ground the god from his lonely eternity.

“Stay with me,” you urged, voice drowsy as sleep called out for you. Diluc said nothing, merely kissed your forehead and nestled into the covers with you in his arms as you dozed off.

As you slept soundly against him, he kissed the top of your head and mumbled a promise to you within your dreamland. “The day you die, I will come find you. I will relieve you of any fear you have of death before you go.” Diluc knew Hades, knew he was a kind man despite their juxtaposition, knew he would take care of you when he could not.

When you awoke the next morning, chilled from the emptiness in your bed, your mind told you it was all a dream, but the empty bottle of cherry wine on your table with two chalices beside it revealed otherwise.

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dreamerinthemoonlight · 1 month

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Scarlet

Summary: Diluc has a nightmare and runs off without a weapon. Kaeya makes sure he survives the night

CW: Violence, platonic cuddling, nightmares, hurt/comfort

Word Count: 1620

Requests are OPEN

Scarlet. The color, in all its myriad of shades, is all Diluc can see.

The color of his father’s hair and the blood soaking through their own clothes as the light faded from his eyes. Blood leaking from various wounds as he and Kaeya clash blades. The intense, searing shade of fire burning enemy after enemy to ash,. Image after image, nothing but scarlet.

With the color comes voices.

You should have saved me.

Please, D. Why can’t you understand? I didn’t have a choice.

Murderer. Assassin.

Unforgivable.

And through it all – the blood and the flame, the voices that he can’t ever escape--the scent of blood and death surrounds him, reminding him that nothing can wash away the past.

Diluc falls to his knees, face held in bloody palms. Please, please. Just leave me alone. I’m doing my best. I don’t know what else to do.

The barrage of sensations and Diluc’s pleading seems to go on forever and yet for no time at all before his body jerks and his eyes fly open.

Diluc freezes for a moment, eyes scanning his surroundings.

There is nothing. No fire. No blood. Only a quiet room, the whisper of wind outside his window, and cold sweat trickling down his back.

The red-head rolls out of bed, pulling his damp hair out of his face before donning a pair of pants and a shirt.

He reaches for his vision and claymore, but the image of Kaeya’s fear and too many bodies turned to ash stills his hand.

As much as it goes against years of training and habit, he just can’t do it. Not tonight.

Instead he turns away.

Diluc pushes his window open and jumps out, landing with a soft thud. The last thing he wants to do is alert Adelinde to his admittedly less-than-wise midnight excursion.

Of all things Kaeya expected to see on a late night patrol (read: another bout of insomnia that he wasn’t going to bother Albedo with), Diluc running away from a mob of hilichurls was not one of them.

Kaeya pinches his arm, wincing at the bite of his nails digging into skin.

No. Now sure that his eyes aren’t playing tricks and that this isn’t some sort of insomnia induced hallucination, Kaeya breaks into a run.

While he hesitated, Diluc stumbled several times, giving the mob a chance to close the gap between them and the red-head.

When Kaeya is a few yards closer, his heart leaps into his throat. Diluc, the ever cautious guardian of Mondstadt, is unarmed.

Kaeya pushes himself faster, trying not to trip over the dimly lit terrain.

If he doesn’t get there in time – the image of Diluc cradling Crepus’s lifeless body flashes through his mind.

No, no, no, no. I can’t lose another family member. Not like this.

As soon as Kaeya’s in range, he throws himself in between Diluc and the hilichurls, taking a flaming club to the chest.

Kaeya’s vision flares white and he summons his sword as his rational mind catches up with his panic.

The ground at the knight’s feet frosts over, a half dozen ice shards impaling the smaller monsters.

Before he can shift his focus and bring his blade up to parry, a mitachurl ax comes swinging down.

But the blow never comes, instead Diluc shoves him to the side, taking a glancing blow to his leg.

Even in the light of a waning moon, Kaeya can clearly see Diluc’s blood staining the frosted earth scarlet.

Kaeya’s world goes white, a blizzard like none he’s ever tried to call engulfing them both. It’s all he can do to cover Diluc’s body with his own, protecting his brother with everything he has.

When the blizzard fades, summer has turned to winter and the remaining hilichurls have frozen, while a pale shield covers the two men.

Kaeya shivers, but shoves the cold aside. He pulls off his cape, ripping it to shreds and binding Diluc’s leg. Despite not taking the blow full on, the wound still bleeds profusely, and it isn’t the only injury the older man has.

“Kae…? Why did….?”

Kaeya finishes tying the makeshift bandage, only to find Diluc staring at him with a dazed look.

Kaeya hurries to stand, maneuvering Diluc so that he’s half riding piggy-back.

“Why did you have to get so big, you bastard?” Kaeya hisses, before starting towards the few lights that still shine in Mondstadt.

The knight curses when the only response he receives is a muffled groan.

The journey is slow. Slower than any Kaeya has undertaken. He talks to Diluc under his breath, promising that they’d be back soon, that everything was going to be alright, all the while praying to each of the Seven that fate would not make a liar out of him.

Eventually the pair makes it to the front gates.

The gate guards start to salute, only to rush to the pair’s side. “Sir Kaeya, Master Diluc!”

Kaeya jerks his head towards the cathedral. “Go. Bring Barbara to my house.”

“But sir---”

“No buts. I need to take D home.”

Lawrence and Swan share a look, but quickly realizes first, that the Cavalry Captain is a bit delirious himself and second, is not going to budge on the issue.

Lawrence races off, while Swan gives Kaeya a concerned look. “Are you sure you can make it there?”

“I have to get Diluc home. I can’t lose him. Can’t let him leave.”

Swan shuts his mouth, swearing that no one is ever going to hear what Kaeya is saying to him.

“Be safe, sir. I can’t leave my post.”

“No, no. I have to do this myself. Can’t leave him.”

Swan waves him by, hoping that another knight finds him before he collapses.

As it turns out, it isn’t a knight that finds Diluc and Kaeya, but Rosaria.

She scowls at the pair, but sighs. “I assume you want to go back to your house.”

Kaeya nods.

“Give him here. You’re not going to make it at this rate.”

“But--”

“No buts.”

Kaeya relents, finally, letting Rosaria shoulder his burden.

She takes a few steps before looking back at her fellow cryo user. “Well? Are you coming?”

Diluc floats in a sort of limbo. As usual, he finds him surrounded by red. This time however, the scarlet hue is comforting.

It’s the warmth of home, his father’s beard framing a bright smile--one he used to share.

It is the fire in winter and the flames of protection, the scarlet that framed his youth. Nowhere is blood to be seen.

Diluc slowly comes to, blinking to clear his vision.

Before he can gain his bearings, a fist slams into his jaw from an awkward angle.

The pain draws him out of sleep fully and the first thing he sees is Kaeya’s face and the fire in his good eye.

Kaeya grips his shoulders, shaking gently. “What in Barbatos' name possessed you to leave in the middle of the night completely unarmed.”

“I---”

“You could have been killed, D! Then what would people have done? What about Adelinde? What about me?”

Diluc freezes the nightmares from before haunting once again. But he can’t find it in him to deflect.

“I couldn’t stay at the Winery, but…”

“But? I need a damn good reason, D.”

“I couldn’t take up the weapon and vision that nearly killed you. That couldn’t save Father. I can’t escape the anger and hate. Or the guilt. I wasn’t intending on fighting, but---”

“You were stupid enough to go out, knowing that the knights can’t take care of everything. Varka could have left some more knights behind, but that doesn’t excuse recklessness.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“At least I brought something to stab someone with.”

Kaeya leans forward and wraps his arms around his brother. For the first time, Diluc notices the bandages wrapping Kaeya’s chest. Notices the red stain seeping

“You got hurt protecting me. You’re bleeding because of me. Again.”

“I won’t say you’re wrong, but I’d also be dead if not for you, so I think we’re even.”

“You got hurt because of me.”

Kaeya watches Diluc’s pupils shrink and his breathing quicken. He rests a cool hand on the older man’s shoulder.

“I don’t care about that, Diluc. You’re safe. You’re home. You didn’t leave me. I can’t lose another family member.”

That snaps Diluc out of his panic. “You…think we’re family?”

“You’re all I’ve got left. My father left me. Crepus is long dead. You don’t like me much, but at least you’re still here. I can still watch your back.”

Kaeya lays back, sighing in exhaustion. “I had shit timing and I’m not the most honest of people. But I swear, I never wanted to betray you. I just wanted to live happily with you and our father. You gave me a home and I never stopped feeling guilty.

Diluc lays back next to him, startled when Kaeya curls up next to him the way they used to, before their life went to hell. He closes his eyes and lets the knight settle, feeling, somehow, that the younger man had likely not slept since they were injured.

“Get some rest, Kae. We’re going to have to talk about this later.”

Kaeya nods. “”Bedo said if we didn’t he was going to rope us into six months worth of assistant duty and that he was going to help mediate. Says he’s not going to let me be miserable because we have bad communication skills.”

Diluc chuckles. “Trust Albedo to not beat around the bush.”

Kaeya’s presence and even breathing quickly lulls him to sleep. This time, there is no scarlet. This time, he finds peace.

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dxliqhted · 1 year

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never again: diluc

diluc x fem! reader, readers death, angsty.

the day went as it usually did, he placed a kiss on your temple before getting up to get ready for the long, dreadful day ahead of him. opening the tavern, taking out yesterday night's trash, putting up with kaeya as he passed by, then finally returning to the manor to be met with the new stack of paperwork at the dining table, where his hot cup of coffee waited for him with a folded letter that had tiny drops of the substance due to what he would assume, rushed movements.

he wondered if you left it here, if you were roaming around and hiding to give him one of your daily surprises. his eyes scanned every corner of the empty room before finally unfolding the letter,

' emergency at the guild, i'll be back late, don't wait up for me! xoxo, [name]. ᥫ᭡ '

he thumb traced the tiny heart you drew, the corners of his lips twitched into a sad smile, no sneaky surprises today. no matter how much you thought he hated them he'd always reassure you, he loved whenever you'd accompany him, he'd invite you to sit on the table with him but instead you'd take a seat on his lap, reading along to the paper before him and even dipping the quill in ink for him before he could even reach for it.

but today was not that day, it even made him feel a bit uncomfortable not having you stand around, trying to capture his attention.

the paper before him was just a jumbled mix of words that he no longer paid attention to, his mind far too occupied with the fond memories he had with you, seeing them over in what seemed like a replay,

"do you ever even brush it?" your hands combed through his vermilion locks, with a few hurtful tugs of knots. "of course i do." he spoke nonchalantly, his brow twitching with each slow tug, "really. when?"

he placed the scroll down, and thought quickly, "just earlier this morning." he cleared his throat, feeling your gaze burning holes behind his head, "i thought businessmen were better liars than the rest..oh how wrong i was." you pressed a kiss on the crown of his head, letting the tied-up hair fall loosely onto his back and shoulders, "i woke up with you this morning, not once did i see you tend for it."

he sighed after your words and a laugh escaped past your lips, "you have to take care of it! not everyone is blessed with such healthy long hair of this shade.." your comment made him huff, he could care less, that was until, "besides i really like it, it's soft and has the earthy scent? something like sweet dandelions and pine wood.." you said with small breaks to recognize each smell with tiny whiffs, only making his cheeks burn. he was glad you didn't see him or he'd have to prepare for a night of teasing along with the days ahead.

"master diluc?" a maid's voice echoed through the empty room taking him out of the memory, she seemed out of breath and even, scared?

"what is it?" he stood, to approach her seeing her look back and slightly stutter, "it's name, she..."

diluc's heart skipped a beat, it skipped several, "name? what about her?" he spoke with haste and desperation, "the guild called, naming her injured but she's nowhere to be found-"

he picked up his coat as soon as she spoke the word, injured. "please, fetch a healer at the cathedral to come to windrise near the statue of the seven."

once he saw her a bit shaken with the urgency in his voice he called for someone else, time was limited as it was valuable and he didn't know how much he could risk to waste,

he rushed out, fetching a horse to escort him faster, he knew where you were and he hoped you were fine and that the guild just didn't know too much about your status after the emergency mission.

but his hopes failed to be accomplished, you laid at the very bottom of the statue, your hands leaving numerous printed stains of blood on the stone as you pleaded, "please work, please, please... it can't be it, please barbatos...any god that's hearing me please..." you sobbed, heavy breaths escaping you, the statue didn't glow as it did it when you approached it with a minor cut, it was drained out.

"name." the man shook as he approached you, every inch of emotion pounding onto him at the same time, "you should have stayed back, the guild sent a heal-"

"they wanted to leave me there 'luc.." you sobbed, his hands adjusted your body, softly and careful not to harm you and to lay you in his embrace giving you any ounce of comfort he could give you, "the statue could help me, so i came here...defeated a damn slime that hogged the spot..." you coughed, splattering your fist with blood that only filled your eyes with more tears, "i was reckless, m' so sorry diluc.."

he was wordless, breathless even that the small gasp of air coming from him surprised you, "diluc..." you lifted a hand contemplating whether or not to hold his face, even with the blood.

he made the decision for you, grabbing your hand and placing it on the side of his face where the tears streamed down, "don't apologize, please name, don't apologize...not here, okay? the cathedrals healer will come any minute now, just talk to me okay?"

you nodded, your eyes slightly falling, making him shake his head, "no-no, keep these open for me okay? let me see those pretty e/c eyes..."

you did as he told you and he smiled sadly as more tears roamed down, you both knew what fate had laid out for the both of you at this moment, the only that held the both of you was hope, and you were slowly draining out of it,

"i-i did my hair, just like you like it, see?" he sniffed, you looked up and smiled weakly, "just how i like it..." your face soon broke into another sob, "your an amazing person diluc, inside and out. don't ever forget it, okay? your worth so much so don't ever settle for less..." you coughed interrupted you, your voice was getting raspier and the blood didn't stop seeping out, you groaned at the sharp pain in your abdomen, "name, please.." he understood, it wasn't his first loss, those words only shattered him further as his grip on you tightened, "i can't be without you, i can't. i won't." he handheld yours tightly against him, as you shook your head,

"you'll find someone better, someone that can replac-"

he shook his head, "never." a sob hiccuped from him, "i'll never love again..."

as his final words escaped, rain started to pour, and your body no longer inhaled another breath,

and the only thing that was heard was a was a piercing cry.

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jewels-writes · 1 year

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how i think the genshin boys would react to the traveler falling asleep on them

Featured characters: Kazuha, Diluc, Venti, Zhongli, Tartaglia, Chongyun, Gorou, Itto

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Kazuha

Kazuha had taken the Traveler on a long hike through the mountains, hoping to show them the natural beauty of Inazuma. They had been walking for hours, and the Traveler was starting to look tired.

"Are you doing okay?" Kazuha asked, noticing the Traveler's slow pace.

The Traveler nodded, but their eyes were drooping, and their steps were unsteady. Kazuha knew they needed a break.

"Let's take a rest," he suggested, leading them to a shaded spot under a tree. He sat down and patted the ground next to him.

The Traveler sat down next to Kazuha, leaning against him. Kazuha smiled and wrapped an arm around their shoulders, feeling their warmth against his side.

As they sat there in silence, Kazuha noticed the Traveler's breathing become slow and steady. He looked down and saw that they had fallen asleep, their head resting on his shoulder.

Kazuha's heart swelled with affection for the Traveler. He gently moved his arm from around their shoulders to their waist, supporting them as they slept.

He looked at the peaceful expression on their face, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. He knew they must have been exhausted from the long hike.

He stayed there for a while longer, watching the Traveler sleep. Eventually, he gently shook them awake.

"Hey, sleepyhead," he said softly. "We should keep moving."

The Traveler yawned and rubbed their eyes, looking up at Kazuha with a sleepy smile. "Thanks for letting me rest," they said.

Kazuha smiled back, feeling happy to have been able to help them. "Of course," he said. "We have a lot more to explore. Are you ready?"

The Traveler nodded, standing up and stretching. They started walking again, feeling refreshed from their short nap.

As they continued on their journey, Kazuha couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards the Traveler. He wanted to make sure they were always safe and comfortable, even if it meant carrying them on his back or letting them fall asleep on him during their adventures.

Diluc

It was a peaceful night in Mondstadt, and Diluc had just finished closing up the bar. As he stepped out into the cool evening air, he noticed a familiar figure slumped over on a bench nearby.

It was the Traveler, sound asleep with their head tilted back and their mouth slightly open. Diluc couldn't help but chuckle at the sight, finding it amusing how someone could fall asleep in such a public place.

He approached the Traveler cautiously, not wanting to startle them awake. As he got closer, he could see that they looked peaceful and relaxed, the stresses of their journey seemingly forgotten in their slumber.

Diluc sat down beside the Traveler, watching them for a moment. He had come to admire the Traveler's resilience and determination, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of affection towards them.

As he sat there, Diluc thought about his own journey, the challenges he had faced and the sacrifices he had made along the way. He knew that the Traveler was on a similar path, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie towards them.

After a few minutes, the Traveler began to stir, their eyes slowly opening. They looked up at Diluc, surprised to see him there beside them.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep here," they said, rubbing their eyes.

Diluc simply smiled, feeling a sense of contentment at the simple pleasure of being able to sit and watch the world go by with the Traveler. He didn't need to say anything, the two of them simply sat there in comfortable silence for a while longer.

Eventually, the Traveler stood up, stretching their limbs and yawning. Diluc watched them go, feeling a sense of gratitude and admiration for their courage and perseverance.

As he walked back to the bar, Diluc couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth in his chest. He knew that the Traveler had become more than just a passing acquaintance, they had become a trusted friend and companion on his journey through life.

Venti

Venti had been playing his lyre, entertaining the Traveler as they journeyed through the lush greenery of Mondstadt. The Traveler had been admiring the scenery, but as the soothing music continued, they began to feel their eyes growing heavy.

Without realizing it, the Traveler had leaned their head against Venti's shoulder, their eyes closed in peaceful slumber. Venti smiled, gently cradling the Traveler's head as he continued to play his lyre, softly humming along to the melody.

He watched as the Traveler's chest rose and fell in a gentle rhythm, feeling a sense of warmth and affection towards them. He had come to care deeply for the Traveler, and moments like this, where they were so vulnerable and trusting, only served to deepen his feelings.

As the music came to an end, Venti slowly shifted his position, carefully laying the Traveler's head in his lap. He continued to stroke their hair gently, enjoying the peaceful moment they shared.

For a while, they simply sat there in silence, the only sound being the soft rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze. Venti felt a sense of contentment wash over him, feeling grateful for the moments of peace and tranquility that he shared with the Traveler.

Eventually, the Traveler began to stir, their eyes opening slowly as they looked up at Venti with a sleepy smile. Venti grinned back, feeling a sense of fondness towards them.

"Did you have a nice nap?" he asked, still stroking their hair gently.

The Traveler nodded, sitting up slowly as they stretched their limbs. Venti stood up, taking the Traveler's hand in his and leading them onwards through the forest.

As they walked, Venti felt a sense of lightness in his heart, grateful for the moments of peace and companionship that he shared with the Traveler.

Zhongli

It was a quiet evening in Liyue, and Zhongli had just finished tending to his duties as consultant for the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor. As he walked through the streets, he noticed a familiar figure slumped against a wall, fast asleep.

It was the Traveler, their head tilted back and their chest rising and falling rhythmically. Zhongli couldn't help but smile at the sight, finding it endearing how the Traveler could fall asleep in the midst of their travels.

He approached the Traveler quietly, not wanting to disturb their rest. As he got closer, he noticed that they looked peaceful, as though all of their troubles had been forgotten for a brief moment.

Zhongli sat down beside the Traveler, watching them for a while. He knew that the Traveler's journey was fraught with danger and uncertainty, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for their courage and resilience.

As he sat there, Zhongli thought about his own journey, the challenges he had faced and the sacrifices he had made along the way. He knew that the Traveler was on a similar path, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of camaraderie towards them.

After a few minutes, the Traveler began to stir, their eyes slowly opening. They looked up at Zhongli, surprised to see him there beside them.

"I'm sorry, did I fall asleep?" they asked, rubbing their eyes.

Zhongli simply smiled, feeling a sense of contentment at the simple pleasure of being able to sit and watch the world go by with the Traveler. He didn't need to say anything, the two of them simply sat there in comfortable silence for a while longer.

Eventually, the Traveler stood up, stretching their limbs and yawning. Zhongli watched them go, feeling a sense of gratitude and admiration for their strength and determination.

As he walked through the streets of Liyue, Zhongli couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and tranquility. He knew that the Traveler had become more than just a passing acquaintance, they had become a trusted friend and confidant on his journey through life.

Tartaglia

Tartaglia and the Traveler had been on a long journey, traveling through rugged terrain and harsh weather conditions. They had finally made it to a small village, where they planned to spend the night before continuing on their journey.

As they sat by the fireplace in the local inn, enjoying a warm meal and some much-needed rest, the Traveler suddenly slumped against Tartaglia's shoulder, fast asleep.

Tartaglia was taken aback at first, not quite sure what to do. He looked down at the Traveler's peaceful expression and couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth and fondness towards them.

He carefully shifted his position to make the Traveler more comfortable, propping them up with some pillows and blankets. He sat there, watching over them as they slept, feeling a sense of contentment.

As the night wore on, Tartaglia found himself lost in thought, reflecting on his time with the Traveler. He thought about the battles they had fought, the hardships they had endured, and the moments of joy they had shared.

He realized that the Traveler had become more than just an ally, they had become a friend. Someone he cared deeply about and wanted to protect.

As the fire burned low and the other patrons of the inn began to retire to their rooms, Tartaglia remained seated, still watching over the sleeping Traveler. He couldn't bring himself to disturb their peaceful slumber.

Eventually, the Traveler stirred, slowly waking up and looking around in confusion. They rubbed their eyes, realizing they had fallen asleep on Tartaglia's shoulder.

"I'm sorry," they said, embarrassed.

Tartaglia smiled, shaking his head. "Don't apologize," he said. "You needed the rest."

The Traveler nodded, smiling gratefully. Tartaglia stood up, offering his hand to help them up.

As they made their way to their room, Tartaglia couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth in his chest. He knew that his feelings towards the Traveler went beyond just friendship, but he wasn't quite sure how to express them.

For now, he was content to watch over them as they slept, feeling a sense of peace and contentment.

Chongyun

Chongyun and the Traveler had been training all day, honing their combat skills and testing new techniques. As the sun began to set, they took a break to catch their breath and rest.

The Traveler, exhausted from the intense training, slumped against Chongyun's shoulder and closed their eyes, drifting off into a deep sleep. Chongyun looked down at them, surprised by their sudden collapse.

He hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to do, but quickly realized that the Traveler must have been more tired than he had realized. He gently brushed their hair out of their face and adjusted his position to make them more comfortable.

He sat there, feeling the weight of the Traveler's head against his shoulder and listening to their soft breathing. He couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards them, as though he needed to shield them from any harm.

Chongyun's mind wandered as he watched the Traveler sleep. He thought about their journey together, the battles they had fought, and the moments of levity they had shared. He felt grateful to have the Traveler as a friend and ally, someone he could rely on in even the toughest of battles.

As the Traveler slept, Chongyun continued to watch over them, feeling a sense of peace and contentment. Eventually, the Traveler stirred, slowly waking up and rubbing their eyes.

"Are you feeling better?" Chongyun asked, concerned.

The Traveler nodded, smiling weakly. "Yeah, I think so," they said. "Thanks for letting me rest."

Chongyun smiled back, feeling relieved that they were okay. "Of course," he said. "We should probably head back now."

The Traveler nodded, standing up slowly and stretching their limbs. Chongyun stood up as well, still feeling the weight of the moment on his mind.

As they walked back to town, Chongyun couldn't help but think about the Traveler and their journey together. He knew that there would be many more battles to come, but he was confident that they would face them together, as friends and allies.

Gorou

Gorou and the Traveler had been traveling for hours through the forest, exploring the vast wilderness of Inazuma. As the day wore on, the Traveler began to feel tired, and they leaned their head against Gorou's shoulder, closing their eyes.

Gorou smiled softly, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him as he held the Traveler close. He could feel the gentle rise and fall of their chest as they slept, and he was grateful for the peaceful moment they shared.

He looked down at the Traveler's face, studying their features in the soft light of the setting sun. He admired the way their hair fell gently over their forehead and the peaceful expression on their face as they slept.

For a moment, Gorou felt a sense of protectiveness towards the Traveler. He wanted to keep them safe and shield them from the dangers of the world around them. He knew that they were strong and capable, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of responsibility towards them.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, Gorou gently woke the Traveler, feeling a sense of regret that their peaceful moment together had come to an end. The Traveler looked up at him with sleepy eyes, and Gorou smiled warmly.

"Are you ready to keep going?" he asked.

The Traveler nodded, rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Gorou stood up, helping the Traveler to their feet, and they continued on their journey through the forest.

As they walked, Gorou couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness to the Traveler. He knew that their journey together would be full of challenges and trials, but he also knew that they would face them together, supporting each other every step of the way.

Itto

Itto and the Traveler had been traveling for days across the countryside, making their way towards the next destination on their journey. The sun was setting, and they decided to stop and rest for the night.

As they settled down near a quiet stream, the Traveler leaned back against Itto's chest, sighing contentedly. Itto wrapped his arms around them, holding them close and enjoying the warmth of their presence.

The Traveler soon fell asleep, their breathing slow and steady. Itto felt a sense of peace wash over him as he watched them sleep, feeling a deep connection to this person who had come into his life so unexpectedly.

As the night wore on, Itto remained vigilant, watching over the Traveler and making sure they were comfortable. He felt a sense of responsibility towards them, wanting to protect them from any harm.

As the first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon, the Traveler stirred, slowly waking up and stretching their arms. They looked up at Itto and smiled sleepily.

"Good morning," they said softly.

Itto smiled back, his eyes softening as he gazed at them. "Good morning," he said, his voice low and gentle.

For a moment, they sat there in silence, basking in the warmth of the morning sun and the beauty of the natural world around them.

As they packed up their things and prepared to continue on their journey, Itto couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards the Traveler. They had brought a sense of joy and peace into his life that he had never known before.

He vowed to protect them at all costs, to be there for them whenever they needed him, and to cherish every moment they spent together. For Itto, the Traveler had become more than just a companion, they had become a cherished friend and a true partner in his journey through life.

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b-as-i-ll-e · 1 year

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First Encounter

Basille

Diluc x (f) reader

Summary: a first encounter of making the first move. (Slow burn, mutual pining, hand kisses)

A/N: I love these kind if tropes they are honestly my favorite to read so here's an attempt at this trope.

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The soft chirping of fireflies surrounded the both of you. Diluc's hair although a bright red dulled under the moonlight finally setting aside his eternal flame. You have never needed an escort before but oh so suddenly he decides to spare some kindness.

If only you really knew what was going on in his head. Diluc was the kind of man to reserve his private life in the comfort of his own space. (He never seems to have one considering his schedule). When he sees you he tends to make some time to take u you home. Today however was different. He wanted to ask you an important question his mind was itching to know. But instead you asked first.

"Master Diluc" he winces at the sound of the title. No matter how many times he tells you to call him diluc you continue to resist. You felt that it was important to call him Master diluc. One, you don't mean any kind of disrespect and two, you hoped it hid any kind of feelings you have for him.

Diluc on the other hand struggled to explore these kind of emotions. He wanted to explore these newfound feelings with you.

"Why do you escort me home every night?" He looks at you and shyly averts his gaze.

"It's dangerous at night" he mutters lowly. A certain part felt playful and prepared to respond.

"How so? The city is always safe with the knights of favonious..." he continues to avoid your eyes and sighs. "Especially with the dark knight hero lurking around here." You smile. This comment brings him back to your face. His eyes soften almost transfixed into a somber look.

"Not even he can keep everyone safe" he speaks softly almost difficult to hear. It was near the end of your time spent together as you reached the little cottage at the end of Springvale. That itching sensation was back, he wanted no he NEEDED to handle this on his own. He needed more of you but he just didn't know how to do it. Should he? The walk was done. The both of you had reached your door. You turned to look at him and he looked at you. He wondered and reasoned this is the only possible way. To show his interest in the most subtle way possible now was the moment.

You wanted so bad to do something. ANYTHING. You wanted to move forward with HIM. Your hand seemed to twitch at the idea of touching his face, kissing his cheek. Move. MOVE! You told yourself.

It was almost as if time had altered. Like you missed a couple steps in between the time you stared at each other to the moment he kissed your hand.

He kisses your hand. His lips feel soft and his hands rough but beautiful. All the wind in Mondstat couldn't compare to the sweet taste of losing air in this moment. Your hand clutched your heart unable to move. He closed his eyes when he did this and for a while they remained closed. You almost swore you can see the tint of red coming off his ears.

He composes himself and once again refuses to make eye contact.

"Have a good night y/n"

#master diluc #diluc x y/n #diluc x reader #genshin diluc #genshin imagines #genshin oc #genshin fic #diluc fic #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnivindr x you

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beels-burger-babe · 2 years

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Genshin Impact - Diluc & Injured! Traveller

Speaking of Genshin though, and specifically Dragonspine, I like to mess around in Dragonspine quite frequently because I love winter aesthetics. And while I was up there, I noticed that there's a waterfall that flows down to the riverbank JUST outside of Dawn Winery.

And I adore Diluc, which got me thinkin'. (This is a brainrot/quickly written thing, so it's not properly structured like my other fics. Perhaps, if there's interest, I'll write a proper fic for this eventually):

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Diluc is working at the Winery one day, doing emo-rich boy things (I dunno) and suddenly Adelinde rushes into his office, panting, eyes wide in panic. "Master Diluc! I-It's the traveller." Diluc instantly gets on his feet and follows.

They arrive at the river bank. A frantic Paimon had apparently banged into Connor, the winemaker, while he was searching for mist flowers and led him to your body. By the time Diluc gets there, Connor has dragged you further on land and is attempting chest compressions. Your skin is tinged blue and is soaked to the bone. The moment he sees you, he shouts at Adelinde to rush to Mondstadt and get a doctor as quickly as she can. She hurries off to obey his order.

"What happened?" Diluc demands quickly crouching down beside you to try and take in the situation. He can feel the chill radiating off you.

"I don't know," Connor breathed as he continued to do CPR. "I found them washed up like this on the bank — unconscious, frozen stiff, half-drowned, and if the red in their hair was anything to go by, probably with a head injury as well," he barely spares Diluc a glance. "By the looks of things, I'd say they got caught in the currents in Dragonspine."

Diluc looks up the cliff said and blanches at the height that you must have fallen from.

Diluc then takes over for CPR from Connor and realizes that you're not breathing. He curses and quickly performs mouth to mouth and just barely manages to get you to cough up the water in your lungs. You're still not awake though, and he's never been so scared.

Minding your injuries, he brings your freezing body to the winery, straight to a guest room. As he enters, he's barking orders — someone start a fire, I need as many blankets as you can find, get me towels and a dry change of clothes, someone wait for Adelinde and the doctor and escort them to this room the second they arrive.

His staff works like a well-oiled machine and quickly get your room as hot as they dare without sending your body into shock and dry you off. Diluc sits in the bed beside you, carefully using his vision to provide extra warmth and paying close attention to your breathing and heartbeat.

The doctor arrives and looks you over. They carefully use their vision to heal your injuries and attempt to clear your airways.

"They're still hypothermic, so you'll need to keep them warm. Fetch me as soon as they wake up. I want to check for any lingering signs of a concussion and secondary drowning."

Diluc agrees and holds you a little closer. He's not sure what went on up on that mountain, but he thanks the Archons for bringing you to him. He stays with you until you finally wake up.

The first thing he does once you're better is buy you a jacket to cover up your less-than-warm outfit, and insists that you inform him the next time you wish to go to Dragonspine, so that someone is there to keep you from freezing and falling into rivers again.

He never wants to find you like that again, and he'll do everything he can to make sure it doesn't happen.

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byizoyas · 1 year

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❃ APRILLUC 2023. DAY 04 — horse | royalty au, prince!diluc, f!reader

event masterlist

you ran away from your house today; for the first time ever after your parents announced you the venue of the prince they chose to sell you to.

you weren’t exactly sold, but forced into this arranged marriage for the better, except you never agreed to, so it was pretty much the same thing. no one asked about your opinion about it.

‘you will marry that man y/n. you have to.’ your father said, concluding this conversation you’ve had earlier.

if the idea didn’t enchant him a lot, he knew he didn’t have a choice as to keeping you here or not. but still, it did hurt to think about his little girl moving away. you were still so young, you’d always be too young for him to let you go.

even if you cared about them, even if you would do pretty much anything for them, it hurt you to see how the kingdom’s peace mattered most to your parents. more than you. and how they decided, one day, to force you into this arrangement of theirs.

you had not asked for anything. yet you would marry that man in a few days. that man you were only about to meet.

you went to the stable, calling out your horse’s name. it ran to you, resting its head on your shoulder and you fed the animal, looking at it fondly.

this was one of the rare moments of peace you had once in a while. the birds were still singing; the sun was setting. a very beautiful scenery indeed.

‘you must be y/n’ a gentle voice spoke from behind, making you jump and emit a slight surprised noise.

you giggled when you realized how silly your reaction was.

the man before you was standing still, a hand in the pockets of his white pants and the other holding something behind his back. he was a bit taller, but he didn’t look down on you. his eyes were actually full of softness.

‘and you are ?’

his long red hair seemed fluffy to touch. he had reunited them in a low ponytail.

‘diluc. diluc ragnvindr.’

it was then that you realized, that he was your future husband.

‘diluc.’ you repeated. you had heard his name before but since you weren’t interested in that marriage you didn’t remember about it, and didn’t try making any efforts too anyway.

‘that’s right.’ he added

you looked at each other for a few seconds, a smile painted on both your faces. if you could hear his thoughts, you’d hear a sigh of relief.

you were much more gorgeous than what diluc had imagined. he was afraid that he would have to marry a much younger woman; because most arrangements were made with a prince, and the daughter chosen by her parents. so of course, most parents would abandon their most useless child to leave the house.

as to you, your parents never quite gave you the details and so you thought you’d have to marry an old man.

but seeing how attractive that man was; you started to think this was not the worst thing that could happen to you.

you kept on exchanging courtesies, using your most charming voice to please your visitor. the conversation was surprisingly flowing since you two only knew each other for a few minutes.

he handed out a bouquet of flowers to you. it was your favorites, as if he already knew everything about you, and even though it was only a coincidence, you thought fate did its job pretty well for now.

as you started to get lost in your thoughts, humming the great perfume of the flowers you had in hand; you got interrupted by the man who offered to escort you back to the castle where your parents were discussing their arrangement with his.

he stretched out his hand for you to hold it. pretty hands you thought and soft too after you accepts his subtle request. but as you were about to walk along him; someone came back, separating the two of you in your romantic moment.

[horse name] made itself a place between the two of you. it did embarrass you a bit; diluc was a prince and even though you grew up in a pretty rich family too, it didn’t compare to royal people.

rumor has it that they were capricious and impatient sometimes. and even though it didn’t seem to fit diluc’s, you couldn’t help thinking back of these things you heard and apologized in behalf of the horse.

but diluc only laughed. a beautiful laugh, perhaps not as much as the expression on his face when he did but still great to hear.

‘looks like someone is a little possessive.’ he chuckled, staring at you fondly before caressing the horse that was now standing between you two as if it was a safety barrier, and didn’t intend on going away judging by its posture.

to your surprise, diluc wasn’t one of these brutal men you’ve always been around. those who only see their horses as battle objects. those who wouldn’t hesitate to abandon them if needs be.

the only sight of that man acting so tenderly around the horse that had been your companion for years made you super soft.

could it be that you were starting to fall for a man whose name was the only thing you knew.

#byizoyas.#aprilluc #DILUC #diluc x y/n #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc imagines #diluc fic #diluc drabbles #diluc fluff #genshin x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin fluff #genshin impact drabble #genshin impact fluff

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yuqiw · 8 months

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CONTENTMENT — ☆ Masterlist

warnings : alcohol use/abuse (ch 1 + 6), traumatic flashbacks (ch 1 + 6), detailed(?) fantasy violence (ch 18), blood mention (ch 3, 8, + 18)

— chapters and warnings regarding cws will be updated as they are written.

status : ongoing , 0/23 chapters posted.

— posted 08/10/23 . finished xx .

synopsis : On a calm, breezy night at Dawn Winery, you and Diluc sit at that, often, empty desk of his; one drunk, the other sipping at a half-empty cup. Suppressing some sort of memory, Diluc's tears ingrain themselves in your mind; a stranger of no connection to him, the Master of Dawn Winery. After that night, what could possibly happen between a stranger and the infamous man of Mondstadt?

pairing : Diluc Ragnvindr x gn!Reader

genre : angst, hurt/comfort, slow burn, strangers to friends to lovers trope (giggles), slice of life.

notes : based on an old oneshot i had written on an old account i had. i'm not the best writer when it comes to multiple part fics ... so bear with me, as it's been a long while since i've written for a series like this.

— there is no posting schedule for this fic, but i will try to post when i can!

reblogs are appreciated! :)

— posts about Contentment will be under #; 🍉, Contentment !

taglist : open !

☆ | CHAPTERS

chapter 1 | Drowned in sorrows ... at the wrong time. [ Coming Soon]

chapter 2 | Days after; another encounter. [ Coming Soon ]

chapter 3 | ...

chapter 4 | ...

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chapter 12 | ...

chapter 13 | ...

chapter 14 | ...

chapter 15 | ...

chapter 16 | ...

chapter 17 | ...

chapter 18 | ...

chapter 19 | ...

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chapter 21 | ...

chapter 22 | ...

chapter 23 | ...

#; 🍉，yuqiwoah !#diluc x reader #diluc x y/n #diluc x gender neutral reader #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnivindr x reader #genshin #genshin impact #diluc fic #diluc fanfic #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #; 🍉，harvest

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sir-klauz · 1 year

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Thank you for now 30 kudos on The Lord of Wet and Pyro Princess Adventures!

Pairing — Kamisato Ayato (Top) x Diluc Ragnvindr (Power/Dominant Bottom)

Rating: Mature, 18+

Synopsis — The current head of the Kamisato Clan had a rumoured nickname of “the Lord of Wet” which, I guess made sense due to his Vision being hydro, but very soon it became clear that it was referring to his abilities to make people exceptionally wet and dripping in bed.

Diluc was used to fire… but it was time to experience something a little different.

His crush Ayato finally took him to bed after noticing him going about the Estate doing a few things he possibly shouldn’t be doing.

Word count — 670

Heavy [ns]fw warning, MDNI

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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⋆ ☁️˒ — diluc ragnvindr masterlist !

˖ ࣪⭑ 🥡⭑ ࣪ ˖ — ONE-SHOTS !

rain on my parade ;friends to lovers!au + one-shot.

every time it rains, diluc is reminded of the girl he loved and lost - you’re reminded of the man you left before running away to New York and kaeya is stuck between the two. when it rains again; only the skies above will know who you choose. ( angst + mature )

˖ ࣪⭑ 🥡⭑ ࣪ ˖ — MULTI-CHAPTERS !

-> coming soon !

˖ ࣪⭑ 🥡⭑ ࣪ ˖ — HEADCANONS !

-> coming soon !

˖ ࣪⭑ 🥡⭑ ࣪ ˖ — DRABBLES !

my darling, be selfish ;drabble ( smut )

#tteokdoroki #diluc ragnivindr x reader #diluc x reader #diluc x you #diluc fic #diluc masterlist #genshin masterlist #✧ ₊˚🧭੭ explore page

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dreamerinthemoonlight · 2 months

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No Secrets, No Hiding

Summary: Diluc gets more than he bargained for while hunting fatui. Thankfully, Kaeya is close enough to help. (or: another Kaeya and Diluc reconciliation fic, lol)

CW: Violence

Word Count: 1436

A/N: Me? Write ragbros reconciliation? only all the fucking time. I've got a lot of these and I kinda wanna write more, lol

The late autumn rain drenches Mondstadt’s countryside. It’s chill cuts through Diluc’s vision-conjured warmth, ignoring his layers of fine wool, and digs its claws into his bones.

It’s as if the frozen fingers of the Tsaritsa herself are reaching down to chill Mondstadt to the core.

Really, it’s fitting, given that the only thing that would draw him out of the Winery in this weather is the hunt for her loyal fatui--more specifically, the minion of Il Dottore.

It didn’t take long after the rumored events in Sumeru--a coup and the restoration of the Dendro Archon to her green throne--for the truth to reach him. A truth that included confirmation that each and every single one of the doctor’s clones has disappeared. And with the disappearance of the clones, came a greater reliance on the rank-and-file fatui.

Just a few nights before. He had received word that some of the bastard’s new helpers would be paying a visit to Mondstadt. For materials or a new test subject, he doesn’t know, and really… he couldn’t care. The end result is going to be the same.

A thread of anger works its way through his usual calm.

An image of his father’s body, killed by a delusion developed by the Doctor, rises unbidden. It’s quickly followed by one of Kaeya’s face, the night they clashed--scared, burdened with the guilt of betrayal, but grief-stricken. He of all people should have seen how the loss of a second father had hurt him.

Crepus and Kaeya, his family torn from him because of his inadequacy. He couldn’t stop the drake and couldn’t see past his own pain. And because an amoral bastard plays with lives like a child plays with dolls.

No. Nothing save a blizzard crafted by the Tzaritsa herself would keep him from this hunt.

Diluc clenches his fist, but takes a deep breath, attempting to calm his raging heart. Entering a fight with heated emotions is a good way to end up dead.

Not long after, the scarlet-haired vigilante finds himself caught between his quarry and a pack of hilichurls with the walls of a canyon preventing an escape to either side.

Diluc springs into motion, flames coiling around his blade, turning the rain to steam.

Half of the hilichurls and a couple fatui are down before they can react.

Despite the advantage given by taking the offensive, Diluc soon finds himself ducking and dodging.

Hours of rain have chilled his body and slowed his mind, dulling his usually keen edge.

At least he has rage and duty to fuel his flame.

In the end, the difference between victory and defeat is the hours spent training, pitting himself against the now cavalry captain.

Dash. Cut. Cut. Scramble to the side. Whatever you do, don’t fall.

He falls into a familiar rhythm. Blood spatters the mud, only to be washed away by the rain.

A few minutes after the fight began, it’s over. Bodies litter the ground, but Diluc is still standing-- assuming using his claymore to keep himself from passing out and joining the corpses at his feet counts as still standing.

His hand is frozen to his claymore, thanks to the bad combination of rain and a cryo gunner and he’s covered in slices ranging from a scratch on the cheek to a gash on the thigh.

Diluc sways, his vision blurring briefly.

Another memory surfaces, this one from when he was 14 or 15.

Kaeya stands over him smirking. “Is that all you’ve got, D? Ready to give up yet?”

At the time, Diluc had bit back, laughing, before going another round.

Now Diluc only sighs. “No Kae, I’ve got more than this.”

The red-head sheaths his claymore, ripping his glove and several layers of skin in the process of returning his hand to his side.

For the first time in a long time, Diluc sends a prayer to the flighty drunk who loves his bar. Barbatos, please, just get me home.

Sometime that evening, Kaeya wanders the wilds of Mondstadt, hiding in the mist that has sprung up in the wake of the downpour.

It’s cold, certainly, but Kaeya can’t remember the last time the cold was truly uncomfortable.

Kaeya pauses somewhere near the cliff south of Windrise.

Something--a sound muffled by fog, maybe, or the tangy scent of blood, too faint to be confirmed--raises the hair on his arms.

His hand drifts to the hilt of his sword. “Who’s there?”

A dark shape stumbles out of the fog.

By the time that Kaeya realizes that the pale, rain-and-blood soaked figure is Diluc, he’s holding the red-head up.

“What the fuck, D? What is Barbato’s name happened?””

Diluc groans. “Hunting fatui. Went south.”

“What archon--You know, I don’t care right now. Just hold on to me.”

Pale white light bursts forth from Kaeya’s vision and a flawless ice-sculpture, a peacock like the stars that guide his fate, manifests itself.

“Go find help. Jean or Barbara. Bring them to the tree at Windrise.”

The bird flies off and Kaeya hauls Diluc onto his back, wincing at the sticky combination of blood and rain on his back. He wonders, for a moment, how Diluc managed to get to him at all.

“Damn, D,” he says,the fleeting memory of him carrying a 11 year old Diluc after he broke his leg climbing a tree crossing his mind, “you weren’t this heavy when you were a kid.”

“Not much has changed, has it,” he huffs a bitter laugh as he makes his way towards Vanessa’s tree. “Except that you hate me almost as much as you hate fatui.”

“Don’t….hate you.”

Diluc’s voice is sluggish, but the words are clear.

“Since when? You can’t wait to get rid of me any time I--- Shit. We’re not talking about this right now. I’m getting you to Jean. You’re going to survive, and then we’re going to talk. No swords, not visions. Just talk.”

“Not going to---”

“No.” The mist around the pair freezes solid. “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Stubborn pain…”

“As if you’re any better.”

Kaeya trips the last few steps to the tree. He props Diluc against the trunk before sitting beside him.

“Just don’t leave me, Diluc. You’re all I’ve got left.”

If Diluc hears him, he doesn’t answer.

“It’s about time you figured it out,” a gentle voice says.

The wind rises, laced with fragrant dandelion seeds, and the clouds clear away to reveal a magnificent sunset.

Venti sets himself down in front of them, lyre hanging loosely in one land.

“I thought something was odd about you. Where’s Jean?”

“She wasn’t going to make it in time. So I came.”

“Lord Barbatos, can you heal him?”

“I wouldn’t have come otherwise. It’s not his time yet.”

“Please….”

Barbatos touches his lyre strings and the breeze intensifies, carrying with it the song of the Thousand Winds.

The worst of Diluc’s wounds close, leaving faint scars in their place and color returns to the red-heads skin.

“There. The only thing he’s in danger of now is a head cold. Watch his back, Kaeya. He does too much alone.”

“I will---I would have-- if he’d let me.”

“I know. I think he’ll let you now.”

The archon vanishes, taking the clear skies and sweet smelling winds with him.

Kaeya leans back and pulls Diluc to him, intent on at least preventing hypothermia while they wait. He closes his eyes, intending on just resting a little.

When Jean and Barbara finally arrive, both men are fast asleep.

When Diluc wakes up, he’s warm. Warm, dry, and without pain. Though the inability to breathe through his nose is… not what he expected.

“You’re awake.”

A familiar voice jars him out of his sleepy haze.

Diluc opens his eyes to find Kaeya sitting in a chair across the room. “Kae?”

More interesting than the stuffy nose, more interesting than the fact that he’s alive to have a stuffy nose, more interesting than the cavalry captain watching over him as he sleeps, is Kaeya’s eyepatch--or lack thereof.

Two star-pupiled eyes, one scarred, the other familiar and smooth, watch him.

“Eyepatch?”

Kaeya raises a hand to show Diluc the accessory. “You knew I didn't need it. The bard gave us an extra chance, so no more secrets. No more hiding.”

What Diluc finds in Kaeya’s gaze is something they had never had. True understanding, brutal honesty. He finds in the Khaenri’an eyes something he had refused to acknowledge and might have died never facing it: the love of his brother.

So he nods and sneezes, drawing a brief chuckle out of the other man. “Alright, Kae. No more secrets. No more hiding.”

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prompt: "i know i shouldn't be jealous" with whoever you want (make it diluc go go go this is the REAL answer and you know it) 👀

im absolutely taking this opportunity to request first to you 😤😤 unless someone has beat me to it already 😔

note: as usual i have read your messages 🤩 idk how i should reply but me saying you're v funny is one thing 😌 and yes it's because of your cat emoji fever 🥰 anyways ty always for taking your time to reply to my crazy ass asks 💞

— 🍰 of the strawberry shortcake clan.

warnings: reader is a descendant from lawrence clan like eula, mentions of jeanluc, diluc had a crush on jean for the plot, kinda nemesis to lovers? alcohol intake, reader is flirty

note: i love you strawberry shortcake for this. we are down bad for diluc ragnvindr

not proofread

DILUC is a man of virtue. He sets everything on modest and high standards, whether be it the business things or even... romance? So when news spreads that he is engaged to you, the troublemaker of Lawrence Clan, nobody believed it. No one can even fathom how you two dated each other in the first place.

They were expecting him to get together with Jean, The Acting Grandmaster of the Knight of Favonius. She is the perfect match for him, they said. You once asked Jean if she harbored any romantic feelings for the man, but she simply smiled at you and told you she doesn't remember having more than platonic feelings for him before leaving for knights work.

As for Diluc, you already know the answer for that. He did and that's why you two ended up in this situation. Well, it benefits the both of you so it's all fair... at least that's what you think.

The moment Diluc agreed to date you for a show, he soon regretted it after seeing your mess. He can not keep up with all of your shenanigans.

How did you two even stumbled upon each other to begin with? You and him we're quite the nemesis, you dislike each other. You cause trouble in Angel's Share, and he would always try to kick you out because 1) He lose his patience once you start flirting with him whenever you're drunk 2) Venti + Kaeya + Rosaria + You is too much for him 3) You are a troublemaker, and lastly 4) you are nemesis

More importantly, when did the hell the two of you started dating? Diluc is not someone who would date you anyone for fake. He takes everything seriously. So, generously and for free, allow me to remind you how it all started in the shortest and easiest way possible. aka in razor's language

Diluc is looking at Jean with fond eyes. You caught him staring and decided to tease him. Jean is your friend. You told him you will tell her about his feelings. He stopped you and tried to bribe you. It didn't work. He told you what he should to for you to shut up. You told him to marry you. He of course, disagrees. You told him you are just messing around. You whispered that you need a pretend lover because your family is trying to set you up with an ugly and ass nobleman. You asked him to be your fake fiancee. He contemplated at first. Long story short he asked about the conditions and agreed to fake date. You promised to help him with Jean too, the end.

“Hey, is master Diluc really engaged to that Lawrence troublemaker?”

“I couldn't believe it too, but i heard master Diluc confirmed it already to miss Adelinde. They don't look like a couple at all, to be honest. I'm betting that they won't last a month before breaking off the engagement.” The two maids laughed at each other before glancing back at you pestering Diluc.

“I advise you to get back to cleaning before the young master hears you.” The voice of Adelinde behind caused the two maids to shriek. They immediately nodded and walked away from the headmaid.

Adelinde glanced back at you who now looks around the structure of the manor. She also finds your relationship suspicious because as far as she knows, you are not Diluc's type— he said he doesn't have one but if he does, it's not you— and certainly, you and he never had a proper conversation without bickering at each other, so how come you two suddenly got engaged?

“Hey, mister grumpy red-headed man, can I get some of your grapes?” Diluc sent you a frown look at the nickname you just called him. He only sighed and keeps reminding himself to stay patient with you or else you might snitch on him and tell everyone his secret.

“Go on and ask Elzer if it's already time to harvest them,” He replied.

“You won't get angry? I might take home all of your grapes and you won't have enough to make your favorite grape juice.” You sure are really testing his patience. Diluc took a deep sigh before opening his mouth.

“You can even take everything, I don't care. Also, grape juice is not my favorite, I just prefer it over alcohol.” He said before going back to the paperworks infront of him.

And you, being you, sure did take all of his grapes. That made Diluc's day sour all day. He didn't expect you to do it, he was just trying to test you how far can you go. But because of this, he finally learned his lesson to not provoke you.

Later that morning, as usual, you're gonna be in Angel's Share at night. But this time, everyone seems to have their eyes on you while whispering at each other.

‘Ah, they must be talking about the engagement.’ You thought and sat beside drunk venti on the counter where your fiancee is polishing the glass on the other side.

When his ruby eyes connected with yours, you sent him a smile and winked at him. He deadass look at you more before rolling his eyes.

“Aww, why do you have to ignore my advances at you, my dear fiancee,” And now you are smirking at him.

“I am not, I'm just busy here.” He reasoned out before turning his back on you. You rest your cheeks in your palms while still having your eyes on him. You let down your sight at his back, which let me tell you is a bad idea because just the mere sight of his back in black long sleeves polo and white vest that hugs his tiny waist is enough for you to look away and gulp your drink.

“Dear Barbatos, that was hot,” You muttered under your breath.

“Ah, I see, you are thirsting over your fiancee. Understandable, he's your soon-to-be-husband anyway.” You turn your head to your side to give Venti a look of horror. Seeing your reaction, he just laughed and patted your back.

“No need to feel embarrassed. I am sure, I, Barbatos understand you,” He said.

‘The hell is wrong with him.’ You just shook your head and resumed drinking.

In the corner of your eye, you saw a blonde-haired woman enter the tavern along with a brown-haired woman dressed in purple. You turn your attention to the duo and saw Lisa and Jean standing in front of the door.

You glanced at Diluc who still have his back turned on you, then you peek at Jean and got startled when she's already looking at you.

“Good evening, Y/n, I see you're in the tavern as well,” Jean said as she walked towards your spot. You saw Diluc tense up at her voice in your peripheral vision.

“Oh, Hey! It's rare to see the acting grandmaster here in the tavern, what's the occasion?” You asked.

“Well, Lisa said I should relax and she brought me here. Also...” Jean then glances back at the red-haired man behind the counter and you.

“I heard the engagement news. Congratulations, Y/n and Diluc. If you ever need help with the wedding preparation, I'll be happy to help. After all, you two are my good friends.” You stared at Jean, dumbfounded. You didn't prepare yourself to face her yet after your little drama. You haven't even prepared your script. It went silent for a second. Luckily, Diluc ended it.

“We send you our thanks for supporting us in our... engagement, Jean.” You sneak a look at Diluc before nodding hesitantly at the blonde.

‘Did he just got friendzoned?’

Jean and Lisa left for their table after that. Throughout the night, Diluc never uttered a word at you. You genuinely felt bad for him, even though you two are not in that good terms.

You stayed at the tavern even if it's closing time already. Jean and Lisa already went out, Charles left, Everybody left except you and Diluc. You watched him as he cleans up the tavern.

“Why don't you go home too? Don't you want to rest for the day?” He suddenly asked. His voice filled the silence of the tavern. He looks back at you, waiting for your answer.

“Well, uh— how do I explain this— i'm trying to accompany you after what happened earlier with Jean? You can say i'm trying to comfort you.” He furrowed his eyebrows at you before continuing what he's doing.

“You don't have to do that. Comfort is not part of our agreements.”

“And if you are waiting for me to send you back home, then let's go, it's late already, your parents might be waiting for you already.” He grabbed his coat and put it on.

“Hey! I'm trying to nice here you know! Can't you just let me be here until you finish? Besides, those Lawrence will just scold me anyway.” You muttered the last part before frowning at him and crossing your arms.

Diluc can only sigh and resumes cleaning the counter. While you sit back and glance at him from time to time.

It has already has been months since the news of your engagement spreads out. Things really changed from there onwards, like how your elders at the clan keeps telling you to get married with Diluc as soon as possible. People using you to get the favor of the young master. Some people became more salty to you after they knew you were marrying the richest man in mondstadt. Lastly, your relationship with Diluc also changed.

For the past few months, you can say that your treatment towards each other got better, and he also got used to your shenanigans. Sometimes, when it's just you and him, you can make him chuckle at your silliness. You can also make him stifle a laugh. What an improvement, right?

But of course, this are not the only things that changed between you and him. For instance, Diluc started longing for your existence at the tavern whenever you are not there and you didn't tell him where you are going. His concern rises to the point that he had to shift with Charles to visit the Lawrence Clan residence to ask if you are there. And if you aren't there, he will frown and leave to ask people if they have seen you. Once he have seen you though, he will just simply remind you to not stay late at night because monsters might attack you, then leaves with a pounding heart he couldn't understand.

How ironic, isn't it? He spent hours looking for you and once he have found you, he tells you a few words before leaving.

When Elzer, the only one who knew about this agreement between you two, pointed out that Diluc started changing. The wine tycoon will just shake his head and deny it. But when Elzer asked him if he likes you, Diluc will have his eyes blown before coughing and moving on to another topic.

Even after all these past few months, he still considers you as a confidant.

It only changed when that one night at the tavern happened. It was the usual day for you there, not until you and Kaeya had a bet about who can drink more, the loser will have to obey the winner for a week. Even though you know Kaeya can hold his drink impressively, you still accepted the challenge.

Long story short, you lost to him. Kaeya, ofcourse was ecstatic to win. While you, being completely drunk started throwing tantrums at the man. Diluc only watched you closely incase something happens.

Also, Jean and Lisa is in the tavern. You, being you whenever alcohol takes over you, sat closely beside the acting grandmaster and out of nowhere started flirting with her. You would drop pick up lines here and there and Jean can only smile sheepishly at you while feeling an intense stare at the two of you. She doesn't know who is it but the people around the table surely knows the gaze is from a certain bartender who wipes the counter fiercely while having eyes on you.

Diluc is not jealous at all, really, he said that himself.

He can not seem to fathom the burning feeling inside his heart when he watched you flirting with Jean. You would kiss her cheeks that turned rose blush from your sudden affection. Telling her that she's attractive. She tried to stop you but let's be honest, who could stop you? No one. That is unless a certain red-haired man with a pyro vision joins the scene, which will happen soon enough if you continue acting like this.

‘I know I shouldn't be jealous.’ Diluc then again sneaks a glance at you. He can't explain this uneasy feeling. He doesn't know why he feels this thing called jealousy at all. He tried to brush it off by focusing on the patrons.

Hell, he doesn't even know who is he jealous over. Is it you who can easily be touchy and affectionate to Jean? Or is he jealous of Jean because you are touchy and affectionate to her and not to him?

He doesn't know, he said. But there's a vast feeling inside him that he is jealous because you are flirting with the girl he used to like, and he thinks it's funny and pathetic to feel jealousy at this fake relationship.

Donna came into the tavern and ordered a drink and sat at the front counter while gazing at him, lovestruck. He served her to distract himself from thinking about you.

The girl seated in front of him started a conversation. He really don't want to talk to her, but he thought, maybe trying to talk to her might erase this jealousy feeling.

Kaeya, who is watching the scene, smirked and chugs his drink. “Ah, look at that, is master Diluc talking to that florist girl?”

His words awakened you from bothering Jean who keeps sending Lisa a blink of help. You looked over the counter and saw your fiancee conversing at that damned Donna girl you've been annoyed with for a long time.

Your face immediately turned sour at the sight. This caused you to sober up a little bit and think straight. You swallowed and you grab your drink with a pout.

“Oh? Are you jealous? What are you doing here? Aren't you gonna take what's yours?” Kaeya whispered at you.

‘He's not even mine in the first place,’ You sighed.

“I know I shouldn't be jealous.” Your statement caught the blue-haired man's interest. He sends you and Diluc a keen look before smiling at himself.

‘Interesting.’ He thought.

It was already late at night when Diluc walks you back to your residence. Tonight seems to be different from the other nights when he would send you back home. No one uttered a word as silence embraced you two. Jealousy being the most cause of it.

“Hey, Diluc.” The call of your voice made him glance at you. Waiting patiently at your next words.

“I'm jealous earlier.” You said. This caused him to turn his full attention to you. He was completely confused.

“Jealous of what? I should be the one saying that.” Before even he could process it, unsaid words already came out of his mouth.

“What? You're Jealous?” Your surprised reaction made him look away and cover his lips.

“I guess there's no point of deny it then.” His ears and face immediately turned hot and red while he tries to not lose his composure infront of you.

It was dead silent after that. Not even you, who is a chatterbox to him let out a single word. You are too shocked to speak.

‘Diluc Ragnvindr? Jealous? What?’ Your heart rammed as your cheeks heated up at the possibility of what-ifs. Maybe it's the alcohol taking over you but you felt a sudden braveness to voice out the thought that keeps bugging you for the past few days.

“Can I say something?” You asked as you held the hem of your clothes tightly.

“What is it?”

“I like you.”

note: i really didn't like how this one turned out

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