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seineko · 3 months

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minors do not interact!

warning(s): the usual smut warning, and also diluc just ruining me for everyone else cause he's sending my standards up to heaven.

well, it took over my mind and i decided to write it down.

it's just expanding on something i've already said before.

diluc's biggest strength with it comes to you (or more specifically when it comes to use against you) is his perception.

he was just as - if not more - inexperienced than you when you got into a relationship; especially the physical aspect of it.

and honestly, it was kind of mind-boggling how fast he had become so good.

so good that he completely ruined you for any other human being that existed in teyvat. (not that you were planning on leaving him for the next few lives, so it's a total win-win situation.)

he somehow becomes a bit more better - at everything from holding hands to fucking you (or, as he likes to call it, loving you) - each time he does it.

the slightest of shift in your fingers has him adjust his palm around yours that makes it so comfortable and warm. he gets it right down to the centimetre.

in the same aspect, the smallest of shift in your body has him move around his arms and chest to wrap himself around you - or you, him - that makes you feel like you are in the safest possible bubble teyvat has to offer. all the while being able to breathe.

the way you move your lips when he so eagerly, and lovingly, kisses you traces out a map for him to move his mouth and tongue in the exact way which makes you weak in the knees.

even the almost inaudible gasp you let out when his mouth makes it way down from your neck to kiss - and sometimes bite - each spot lets him know where his tongue should spend much longer on.

your fingers digging into his scalp while he has his tongue and fingers in you guides him to find the best spot, either to spend hours on it or completely avoid it to frustrate you further, depending on the day.

the hitching of your breath and the whimpers combined, when he pushes himself inside you, has him know exactly which spot to concentrate upon and how to do so; slower and much more sweet or rougher and very demanding. both of them render you boneless and mindless under him.

the cry you let out as the orgasm hits you lets him know if or not you can continue for much longer and many more times.

and, finally, the tone with which you tell him that you love him after climbing down from the feeling of euphoria is how he knows if to bring a washcloth to clean you up or carry you to the bath.

diluc has never appreciated his perception more.

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averaillisa · 14 days

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#aprilluc Day 5: Chest

Just found out about the #Aprilluc 2024 prompt list on Twitter and rushed this out before the day ended! I'm gonna try to do as many as I can >w<

#there's only an hour left of Day 5 for me but it still counts hehe!!!#genshin impact #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #lumine #genshin diluc #aprilluc #aprilluc 2024 #my art #chibi

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writing-in-glitter-pen · 7 months

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I’ve given it your name

so I had the sereniteapot conversation with Diluc where he awkwardly offers to name a drink after the traveler and BAM a WAVE no no a FLOOD of inspiration hit me. This dork has all of my attention now. I just have to write about how he falls in love with you ♡

also I CACKLED when the traveler was like ummm...maybe not...

poor Diluc (ㅠ‸ㅠ) he was trying to shoot his shot

don't worry love, I'll fix this.

Diluc x fem!reader II fluff

Nothing could shake Diluc.

In every sense of the word, he was a man of steel. From the way his armor forebodingly clangs as he protects the streets of Mondstadt from the dark of the night to the stone faced expression he wears like a birthmark.

No one could have a conversation with him without shaking in their boots at their approach, wary of drawing his intimidating gaze. Angel's share had a pattern of always being much less rowdy when Diluc was bartending...

Adelinde and Kaeya were the only two people who had no circumspection when it came to their family member. And yes, even though Adelinde is a maid and Kaeya is his estranged brother, there was a silent, subconcious agreement between the three that they were a family...whether they liked it or not...and Adelinde seemed to be the only one to like it.

Adeline could nag Diluc about taking care of himself and Kaeya could bug him to no end without any fear of his retalliation. Sure, Diluc would swing Kaeya like a claymore into the fountain at the heart of the city without a moment of hesitation, but Kaeya would never be afraid of him, not like strangers were.

Diluc did not mind the distance between him and others. He was resolved in limiting his relationships, limiting how close he'd let somone get to him, always concerned with what ulterior motives a person is hiding...

...then you came along.

The night you walked into his tavern, the world seemed to change it's hue. The moment he first saw you, it was like you'd pulled all of the air out of his lungs. You were...so beautiful. Just your features alone moved him in a way no other person had. His eyes followed your movement throughout the room as you mosied around to chat with your aquaintances and friends. An aura of soft, comforting light eminated from you, brightening the atmosphere of the room just by your presence in it.

You were glowing. So much so that he felt like he had to avert his gaze to keep his eyes from burning...but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pry them from you.

For once, he was the one afraid of drawing the attention of another person.

But there you were, propped up on his counter by your forearms, beaming at him like his own personal sun.

"Good evening! Could I get a Death After Noon, please?"

Of course your voice had to ring like the purest silver bell. It sent shivers up his spine. He was truly beginning to wonder if you were an angel...

...to the point that he was so lost in thought he forgot to respond, and he was staring.

It didn't help that his resting gaze was a foreboding grimace.

"...would that be alright?", you asked, confused. Did you offend him?

He came to, giving his head a quick shake and clearing his throat.

"...certainly." was all he could state, quickly turning his attention to fixing your drink.

Diluc had a strict rule against accepting orders for Death After Noons. Whenever a guest would request it, he would authoritatively refuse. The cocktail was Kaeya's favorite drink, so Diluc had banned it from his tavern as a way of deterring his drunkard brother. If Kaeya wanted his treasured liquor, he would just have to bug Diona for it instead...and Diluc felt more secure having Kaeya at her tavern to look after her. But he would never admit to that.

The fact that Diluc had shown not even a moment of reservation at your request had heads turning.

In a blink of an eye, Diluc sat your cocktail in front of you in the prettiest glass he had. Although he hadn't made this drink in who knows how long, he was careful not to let it slip below perfect standards; even though you were only a stranger, he was...desparate for you to like what he made for you.

He expected you to take it and leave like the other patrons did, as no one but a blacked out Venti felt comfortable in the close proximity to him, but you slipped right onto the barstool in front of him and scooted yourself up to sip the drink.

The pleased hum that left your throat had Diluc awash with pride.

You were a treasure.

"So this is your tavern?"

...was that addressed to him? He wasn't sure if he had just hallucinated or not. Did you...want to talk to him?

"...hello?"

With another jolt of recognition, he snapped back to reality. You really were trying to talk to him.

"Sorry, yes. I own the place."

"You must be Diluc then! Kaeya's told me a lot about you."

"Oh, has he."

Fuck.

He could not mask the distaste in his tone, having nearly growled the statement before he could catch himself. If his odd response time and tense physicality hadn't already deterred you, his intimidating attitude was sure to. He braced for your discomfort.

"So you really don't like him!" you giggled, taking another gleeful sip of your drink. "That's alright. Hating your family members comes and goes."

Every statement you made had him reeling. You fell right into step with him despite his awkward pace--everything about him that had even his close aquaintences in a cautious state of mind flew right over your head. You looked right past his guarded demeanor and spoke to him, not his personage.

"...I suppose it does.", he agreed; it was hard not to see your point when your voice was so charming.

The way your twinkling eyes held his softened his gaze--your joyful character brought the faintest upturn to his lips. The cheer in his typically cold expression had the drunkards of the tavern pouring their drinks out--cutting themselves off for the night because the liquor must have them seeing things. Diluc Ragindvr can't smile.

"What's your favorite drink?", you asked, not wanting your conversation to die out. You just had a natural affinity for him; his elusive and restrained character made you want to learn more, and despite his first impressions, he seemed like a nice guy!

As he answered that he doesn't drink and your conversation continued on, he tried to compose the bashfulness your attention caused him, busying himself so he wouldn't have to look you into your gorgeous doe eyes. Their existence alone threatened to send him into cardiac arrest. He was white knuckling his countenance, battling with his body to keep a blush from staining his cheeks every time his gaze met yours.

You were a chatty one, jumping from meaningless topic to meaningless topic with a tell me about this, tell me about that, how do you feel about this?, what do you think about that?

Diluc loathed small talk. Not only did aimless chatter annoy him, he also just wasn't good at making conversation that wasn't straight to the point. He had trouble with bluntness, and had to think about his responses thoroughly before he stated them--it was exhausting to converse properly, so he didn't like to waste energy doing it with no purpose.

...but somehow, it wasn't as hard with you. There was no limit to your understanding, so he felt safe getting tongue-tied or making conversational mistakes. You didn't seem to mind at all, which kept him talking, and if a chat with him would entertain you, he would gladly participate.

You stayed all the way until closing, never leaving the best seat in the house. Even when he had to attend to other customers, breaking the flow of your conversation, you'd wait patiently for his attenion again. You were such a sweetheart, he couldn't imagine what he did to earn your interest, but he was completely, hopelessly stirred by you.

When you tried to pay your tab, he was almost offended, closing your fist before you could set your mora down--an action that sent the palm of his hand that connected with your soft skin ablaze.

"Our discussion was payment enough."

Your smile gripped his heart like a vice, your adorable "thank you" ringing in his ears even after you'd turned and left.

"Eye talg to you all tha time an you don pay my tab?", slurred the drunken bard who had made the dark corner of the bar counter his permanent residence.

"Go home, Venti."

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

From then on, you and Diluc had become budding friends! Your visits to his tavern were always appreciated; you held his willing attenion for as long as you'd stay, and the more you learned about one another, the more your fondness grew.

You two had even started meeting outside of the tavern, taking walks together or sharing lunch--and when you'd need to leave the safety of the nation's gates to run an errand, he'd insist on accompanying you, no matter how busy his work day was.

Soon, the goo-goo eyes you gave each other that the tavern patrons momentarily mistook for the brink of alcohol poisioning became the gossip of Mondstadt. There was not a civillian of the nation that didn't have an interest in the wine tycoon, meaning any crumb about his rumored love life was devoured gluttonously. After the hearsay reached her ears, Donna dissapeared for a week. Now, the flowers in her shop get a little extra water every time you walk by...because she sobs into the pots.

The only person in the entirety of Mondstadt that hadn't been made aware of Diluc's obvious crush was you.

You were too wrapped up in your own feelings for him to notice his hints slapping you across the face.

The way he'd offer to help you out with difficult tasks or get you something that you want, or even go as far as to give you little gifts that he'd come by with you in mind, all went right over your head. Sure, they'd have your heart fluttering, but you were afraid to assume his intentions, mistaking his favor for you as just courteous friendship.

You'd developed quite a collection of his affections: a small bundle of lavender he'd cut for you on his walk into town--that you'd dried and kept as a decoration in your room, a special glass he'd reserved for exclusively your drinks at his tavern, even falcon privilages.

If you needed to send a message to him, it'd be expedited by his dutiful bird. How his falcon always happened to be around when you needed to send word to Diluc, you hadn't a clue...unknowing that he had charged it with looking after you in his stead. He needed to be sure that if you were ever in danger, he'd be alerted immediately; the thought of you being defenseless in the face of peril had him clenching his jaw in anxiety--you were just too perfect to be left vulnerable to the darkness of this world.

Though his heart would sieze with panic every time he had an incoming message from you, assuming you were in desparate need of his help, he couldn't stay mad about the mini heart attack you gave him when the non-emergency message you sent was a sweet invite to yours for tea or a funny thought that had come to your mind.

He kept every single letter.

At a certain point, the sparse, light touches and amorous looks between you two became increasingly indicative of your shared feelings.

After the last time you hosted him for tea, and that moment where you two were saying goodbye at your open front door...standing just close enough to feel one another's breath on your lips...both of you hesitating just long enough for the other one to lean in for a kiss...before he politely cleared his throat and took his leave...

...that had you sleepless, tossing and turning with butterflies, all night.

You were dying for him to make a move on you.

...but that was a challenge for Diluc.

He was respectful to a debilitating degree--the last thing he'd want is to make you uncomfortable if his affection for you is not reciprocated. He'd hate if any mistake of his were to weaken your close relationship.

He didn't have what you two had with anyone else--he cherished your connection. If it was scuttled by his doing, the grief he'd feel would be immense.

And beyond that, he's never been skilled at expressing his emotions. At a certain point, intentionally having your guard up leads to an inability to let anything come out. Every time he's tried to tell you how beautiful you look, how dear to him you are, the words just get jumbled up and can't escape his throat. He always ends up saying something like, "this day has been a nice one.", or, "I appreciate your time.".

He doesn't know that those statements settle in your heart and make their home there. That you don't forget them.

After that moment you shared at your front door, where he had to mentally restrain the animalistic urge to just pull you in for a kiss then and there, he decided he could no longer let his adoration for you go unsaid.

Truly, he knew he had a responsibility to say something for fear that if he didn't, and you continued to see him, he'd eventually lose that mental struggle and throw aside his composure as a gentleman in lieu of satisfying the need to touch you, to have you.

It had become an unbearable craving.

The night he confessed, you'd entered Angel's share at your scheduled time--the hour of night where there's typically a lull in activity at the tavern, when everyone has drank just enough to need to slow down and you can have Diluc's undivided attention.

When you rolled into the seat that practically had your name on it at this point, he'd already had a drink waiting for you in the signature glass he'd gotten for you--modeled after a small lamp grass flower with a blue hue.

From the look of it, you didn't recognize the cocktail he'd made for you, and after taking a sip, you realized it was nothing you'd tasted before; it was sweet like honey and had a sour sting to it with floral notes, and the typical sharp taste of alcohol was well disguised, making it slip down your throat pleasantly.

Your happy hum after tasting a cocktail he'd made for you never failed to fill Diluc with satisfaction.

"Is this a new recipe?"

He nodded once.

"What's in it? It's divine.", you sigh, trying your best to keep from downing it too quickly.

"Mead, honeysuckle, lemon juice, gin...", an influx of nerves ran up from his stomach to his heart, but he refused to cower, "...and all my love for you.".

Your attention snapped from the golden drink to his face, surprise turning your cheeks pink and making your eyes go wide. Your gaze met his, which had been intensely focused on you since you'd walked in. You now found him leaning over you, face just above yours as he supported himself with his large hands on either side of where you sat---less of caging you in, and more of framing you, like a beautiful piece of artwork he stayed to admire.

"...I've given it your name."

This felt like a dream.

He'd formulated a cocktail with you in mind, using a god-given honey wine and the sweetest flower in existance, designing an original, saccharine flavor full of warmth and life...full of his deepest adoration...and gave it your name.

He gave it your name.

"...may I kiss you?", he breathed, a quiet desparation in his voice.

Not a moment after your speechless, timid nod, his restraint snapped and he closed the short distance between you two, finally claiming your lips as his own.

And, just like he imagined,

you were sweet.

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

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mishantics · 1 year

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happy birthday diluc <3

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#YIIPPEEE I FINISHED THIS IN 2 HOURS #favoniuslibrary #astronetwrk #digital art #genshin #fanart #genshin impact #genshin impact fanart #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc fanart #diluc x reader #diluc art #genshin diluc art #genshin diluc fanart #mimi.art

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krakrac · 7 months

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"I see through you"

local battlesexual meets diluc who won't admit that this harbinger who almost killed him is kinda fine

(shotout to @memory-mortis for coming up with the idea and infecting me with chiluc brainworms 🔥🔥)

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leeryder · 8 months

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Safe in a Father’s Embrace

#papa crepus and mama addy tucking their babies in #the boys played too hard and passed out waiting for crepus to finish his paper work #Kaeya drooled on Diluc a little bit #Diluc snorted in his sleep and woke them both up an hour later #genshin impact #kaeya #ragbros #diluc #they are brothers

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moonilit · 1 year

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Chapter 63 alternative ending once upon an eclipse by @leeryder

#jean said we can have one day of no diplomacy #Guys it’s ok the problem is quite easy to solve #They take kaeya #We send klee #If snow lady don’t hand us kaeya back within 24 hours i will cut my hair #genshin impact #kaeya #diluc #Albedo #eula #lisa minci

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avionvadion · 9 months

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Fanon Diluc: “Red flags! Red flags all around! He’s so rude and mean and cold! How dare anyone like him! He’s a murderer! Forget about the other beloved characters who have killed people, like Tartaglia who actually enjoys killing, he’s the only one! He’s the worst!”

Canon Diluc: Literally one of the sweetest characters. Gave tiny child Klee grape juice instead of getting mad when she burned down the vineyard and walked her home safely. Is so used to dealing with nobles and their sleazy antics and mind games that he’s socially awkward with normal folk. Made a drink after the Traveler and offered to name it after them. Was straight up *ready* to cut down someone he thought was a pervert harassing the maids. Only went on the fatui murder spree to avenge his father and discovered children had been going missing/experimented on by the fatui. (Ie, Collei) Is literally just one green flag after another.

Haaaaah, people baffle me.

Anyways. Kaeya’s hang out has made me love Diluc even more. Man don’t stand for creeps.

According to Kaeya, “Diluc thought some pervert was harassing the maids. He charged straight out the door, greatsword in hand and raring to go. I haven’t seen him so angry in a long time.”

DILUC IS A GOOD BOI. 🥺💕

#man’s was understandably pissed when Kaeya was like “’yo so I’ve actually be a spy this whole time so sorry about your dad’ and only get #mad at Diluc when Kaeya is also to blame. he could have brought up his past ANY OTHER TIME but chose to do it like. HOURS after Crepus died #Crepus who had to be put out of his misery by Diluc #HIS SON #because he was DYING and there was no saving him #anyways I love both Diluc and Kaeya and I am very happy the game is embracing theater kid Kaeya #no hate to Tartaglia either. but like. the hate towards Diluc is ridiculous #genshin impact #kaeya hangout #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnividr

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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lazy morning half-asleep sex where you're half kissing their shoulders, half drooling on them - where your heels dig into the small of their back but only so you don't lose your place, where the rolls of both of your hips are like waves lapping on a shore, pleasant but not rushed . . . where it doesn't matter if you fall asleep because you can pick it right back up where you left off, where you mumble sleepy compliments into your lover's ear that don't quite make sense but they treat them like bible verses, nodding solemnly, kissing you in thanks . . . waaa

#nat.txt #not sfw text #diluc yearn hours #nanami yearn hours

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koriyue · 2 years

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happy birthday, diluc! (april 30)

how are you? if you have time, let's have dinner tonight. i'd like to make a drink from the valberries i've freshly picked and share it with you. process work write-up!

#what you think matters to me #let's have dinner tonight #genshin edit #genshinedit #genshin impact #diluc #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #dailygaming #*koriyue #*genshin birthday #I THINK I BLACKED OUT MAKING THIS THAT DILUC PICTURE HAD ME BY THE NECK #i am #TIRED #this took me 6 hours wheuhauheuehaaa it's mooooooorning #I AM SO! kinda! sorta! proud of this one!#reverting back to my original style... sighs lovingly <3 #i havent made something like this in! so long! GWAH! thank u diluc you hunk of a man #my first draft of this was. so bad. HORRID. ABYSMAL LMAODODKOSJFDOF #almost dropped this whole project altogether holy moly #did i focus on the line b/c it gave me butterflies?#. maybe #shut UP i will KISS YOU SO HARD >:(#he's so. SO!!!! CARING AND NICE AND HOSPITABLE RGR GYRGRGRGRR NOOOOOOOO #if you read all of this i wuv you <3 thank you for listening to me ramble haha #OKAY I WILL SHUT UP NOW AND SLEEP ZZZ GOODBYE!#and happy birthday uncrowned king of monstadt #GOD that's so hot #OKAY FOR REAL! GOODBYE!

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the-angels-share · 12 days

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Three Truths and a Lie

Summary: He’s getting married in the morning and it’s not to you. Pairing: Diluc x Reader Part 2

"Let’s play a game," you tell Diluc one afternoon. The two of you were laying on the grass, listening to birds sing while you soak up the sun and relish in each other's company.

"What game?"

"Ever heard of three truths and a lie?" You ask. "You tell three truths and one-"

"One lie."

"Yes. So, do you want to start first?"

Diluc chuckles softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners with amusement. "Very well. Let's see... I have a fear of spiders, I prefer red wine over white, I once climbed to the top of Dragonspine, and... I have never been in love."

You tilt your head, studying him for a moment before responding. "The lie is... you prefer red wine over white?"

Diluc smiles, a glint of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Correct. I can't stand spiders."

You both laugh, the warmth of the sun and the joy of each other's company enveloping you in a cocoon of happiness. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the simple pleasure of being together.

Little did you know, that innocent game would later become a bittersweet memory, a reminder of the love and pain you shared with the man lying beside you.

As the first light of dawn peeks through the curtains, you lie awake in bed, the events of the previous night swirling in your mind like a storm. Your heart feels heavy and your conversation with Kaeya replays in your head like a broken record.

You briefly wonder how you ended up in bed, your memories hazy and fragmented. Did Kaeya take you home after your heart-wrenching conversation? No, the features of the room slowly come into focus, and you realize with a pang of sorrow that you're in your old room at Dawn Winery.

The sheets feel cold against your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of Kaeya's embrace from the night before. You can still feel the ghost of his presence, his words of understanding echoing in your ears.

But despite the temporary solace he provided, the ache in your heart remains, a constant reminder of the love you're forced to conceal and the sacrifice you've chosen to make.

With a heavy sigh, you roll over and bury your face in the pillow, wishing for sleep to once again whisk you away from the harsh reality of your unrequited feelings. But sleep eludes you, leaving you alone with your thoughts and the silent echoes of a love that can never be.

You're not quite sure how long you stay like this when a gentle knock on the door interrupts your reverie. You sit up slightly, adjusting the covers around you as the door creaks open, revealing the familiar figure of Adelinde.

"Good morning, Miss Y/n," she says softly, her warm smile a stark contrast to the heaviness in your heart. "I cane to bring you a change of clothes and to let you know that breakfast is ready."

You nod, managing a small smile in return as Adelinde crosses the room to lay a delicate lace dress on the bed. You recognize it instantly—it's the same dress you wore on a picnic with Diluc one summer day.

"Master Diluc won't be joining us for breakfast," Adelinde continues, her tone sympathetic. "He's attending to matters concerning the winery before the wedding this afternoon, but you're welcome to prepare here as well. I've had one of your dresses from your time here at the winery washed and pressed. I can have it sent here after lunch."

Right. The wedding is today.

You try to maintain your composure, swallowing back the wave of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. Adelinde's keen gaze meets yours, and though she doesn't say anything, you can see the understanding in her eyes.

Bile threatens to rise in your throat, a sensation that leaves you feeling physically ill. You're not sure if it's from the wine you drank last night, the pitying looks from Kaeya and now Adelinde, or the harsh reality that Diluc is getting married today. Probably the last one.

Most definitely the last one.

You take a deep breath, pushing down the rising nausea and forcing yourself to focus on the task at hand. If anything, you are determined to face the day ahead with as much strength and dignity as you can muster.

With a shaky smile, you assure her, "Thank you, Adelinde. I'll be down in a bit."

She nods, her expression filled with silent empathy as she quietly exits the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.

You move almost mechanically, slipping off your clothes from the night before and putting on the dress. It reaches just above your knees, the soft fabric familiar against your skin.

You try not to cry.

Instead, you focus on tying the shoulder straps securely in ribbons over your shoulders, the simple act grounding you in the present moment. Each knot you tie feels like a tether and anchors you to reality as you steel yourself to whatever else that lay ahead.

Finally, you finish. You look at yourself in the mirror by the vanity and press your hands against the material of the dress. You have absolutely no plans to stay for breakfast and have half a mind to jump out the window to get away from the place and the people that remind you so much of him and his wedding and therefore your impending doom as soon as possible.

You go down the stairs, in favor of using the front door like a normal person. A normal person who isn't deeply, madly, and irrevocably in love with her best friend.

Of course, fate had other plans.

In your haste to descend as quickly as possible, your foot misses a step, and you stumble. But before you can hit the ground, strong, familiar arms catch you, stopping you from getting hurt.

(Just like before. Just like always.)

It's Diluc.

Your heart skips a beat as you look up at him, a mix of relief and despair washing over you. Of course, it's Diluc. Despite everything, despite your best efforts to avoid him, fate has brought you face to face with him once more.

(Oh, the irony.)

For a moment, you're lost in his gaze, the familiar warmth of his presence enveloping you like a comforting embrace. However, reality comes crashing back, and you feel the weight of your unspoken secrets pressing down on you, threatening to suffocate you in all of its intensity.

It's him who breaks the silence first. "Y/n?"

"Diluc," you breathe, his name escaping your lips almost involuntarily. Then, voice barely above a whisper, "Adelinde said you were busy."

A flicker of something crosses Diluc's features, an emotion you can't quite decipher. It is gone almost as soon as it appeared. "I was," he admits, his gaze never leaving yours. "But I couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Are you alright?"

No. I love you, and I want you, and—

And how could you possibly be alright when your heart feels like it's being torn apart with each passing moment? But you swallow down the truth that begs to leave your lips, forcing a small, strained smile instead.

"I'm fine," you assure him, though the words taste like ash on your tongue. "Just a little clumsy, I guess."

Diluc's expression softens, and you're momentarily lost in the warmth of his gaze. "Well, be careful," he says gently, his hand lingering on your arm for a moment longer than necessary before he reluctantly withdraws.

You nod silently, watching as he steps back, allowing you to continue your descent down the stairs. But as you turn to leave, the weight of his gaze lingers, a silent reminder of the unspoken truths between you two.

Part 1 | Part 3

#truth 1: you love diluc ragnvindr #truth 2: diluc ragnvindr is getting married in a few hours #truth 3: diluc ragnvindr is not getting married to you #truth 4: you're fine letting him go #genshin imagines #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc genshin impact #genshin impact diluc #diluc headcanons #kaeya x reader #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya alberich #genshin kaeya

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