Lunch notes!- Diluc ♥
Diluc x fem reader, fluff
You're his girlfriend, not his wife but you sure do act like his wife sometimes. Taking care of him, assisting or helping him, pampering him and oh Lord. His heart can't take it...Are you sure about this? Small y/n pov
Originally, it was Kimi, my Oc, the one in the fic but I replaced it with y/n. Hehe, have a good read!
Warnings; typos, not proofread. Pls see a dentist after this bc of the amount of sweet tooth rotting fluff you're consuming.
Y/N's small rambling POV:
// There were, annoyingly, times where Diluc had skipped breakfast. The most important meal of the d- I mean, how dare he?!
First of all, he works as the Darknight Hero AND a Winery owner simultaneously! Not only that, but the Wine Guild is also quite busy...
And then he helps people! Why does he help people?! WHY NOT HELP HIMSELF DAMMIT.
At least have breakfast. Archons.
I'm glad now that I'm here with him, his eating habits are less deprived. But still.
Skipping breakfast is a big nono no.
So when I heard from Adelinde he didn't eat this morning, I was furious. How the hell could I not be? Call it being an overly concerned/attached mother but no.
I shall not tolerate this.
Thus; my reason for making this lunch for him; \\
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A lunch bag patiently sits behind the Angel's Share bar counter. The aroma of the still warm food inside somehow- one way or another- manages to catch the attention of the dear customers. Where is this smell coming from?
One of them even questioned Charles, asking him if there was something different in the menu today, but Charles simply denied and shrugged it off.
Why is there a lovely lunch bag with a small note and food inside, you ask? Well, duh, because you're the one who-
Ahem. Allow me to narrate. Let's pick off from where we last ended, shall we?
Ever so caring of your darling boyfriend- Diluc Ragnvindr, the one and only- him skipping breakfast to you was like the moon crashing into the sun.
Big deal, yes.
Beyond furious and worried, you cooked with all your might (and love and care and concern) another morning. Sometimes, Diluc would do this. But this was the first time you decided to solve the problem by cooking for him instead.
Diluc had always told you to rest and be comfortable, as the gentleman he is. He won't let you pick up a broom or wash the dishes. Not because he thinks you're bad at it, or feels as though it may ruin his status or whatever. Nothing like that. He just wants you to relax. Be at peace.
He will take care of you, serve you, comfort you, love you, jump off a cliff for y-
But that's not the point.
Point is I'm totally not avoiding the jumping off a cliff topic that he won't really take care of himself sometimes. That's what's bothering you.
So, sweet little you, angy and pouty as ever, made him a very lovely and filling dish. But also- easy to eat without making a mess and nothing too seasoned or...chaotically flavored. It was well thought out too.
After at least an hour of preparing your little love lunch, you had made your way to the tavern, knowing very well Diluc wouldn't be there yet. Therefore; the note, hehe.
You half rambled to poor Charles who was terribly busy at the moment about how Diluc is stupid and won't take care of himself. Handing him the lunch bag to Charles to pass to Diluc.
And so, that's how it got there. Deliciously sitting on the counter of the staff room, waited to be eaten by Diluc and Diluc alone.
Dinngggding...
"Ah. Charles. Hmm...already crowded, huh? I knew it. And I'm supposed to be spending my Saturdays with Y/N instead.."
The tavern doorbell rang.
A deep male voice grumbled with an underlying sense of disappointment. Diluc. He went right behind the counter as Charles replied with a slightly nervous tone. He could tell Diluc was in a bit of a bad mood.
"Seems like, Master Diluc."
Diluc scoffed a bit before his hands gripped the edge of the counter- he leaned in forward a bit, eyes looking around at the disgusting drunkards. The sight was nothing new to him. Yet he still couldn't believe person would just get wasted away to this extent.
"Hmph...And even busier at night, no less." He didn't bother to hide the irritation in his tone- or face. It looked darkly grim and if the drunkards were a little bit sober, they'd get goosebumps.
Seriously though, why wouldn't he be? All he wanted to do was cuddle you for in the least a good long hour without any interruptions whatsoever.
He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, groaning into his gloved hand when he hears the sound of the bell ring again. This time it was a small groups of knights, all laughing loudly. As if without a care in the world.
"Inefficiently insufferable..." He muttered quietly before turning around to make his way into the staff/break room. Charles can deal with the customers, he'll just mix the drinks. Besides, even if he tried interacting with anyone today, he might just offend them someway.
But before Diluc could turn away to the break room, Charles had quickly spoke as he remembered something.
"Ah- ahem, Master Diluc! Before you leave-" and Diluc immediately looked at Charles with a raised brow "your partner has sent you some lunch. It's on the counter, in the break room."
His eyes widened at first- taking in Charles's words. You haven't really cooked for him in the past. He felt the tips of his ears getting red as he thought about it. You, in a cute little apron, cooking a delicious dish for him.
He made up his mind. Sure, he didn't taste it but his mind was still made. Your food is delicious, it always will be.
He quickly turned away as he felt his cheeks getting hotter, not wanting his workers or staff to see the shy blush forming on his face. He spoke swiftly (but with great difficulty, despite it not being shown.)
"I- right. Thank you for notifying me, Charles."
And with that, he walked into the staff room, leaving Charles who had a small smirk on his face. And honestly, anyone would. After all, seeing the stoic and gallant Master Diluc become awkward and bashful was the biggest entertainment.
And when it comes to your sweet, sweet lover; Diluc wasn't exactly going to be patient about it. Going into the break room, on the counter was a little lunch bag sitting in the corner. He really tried to hold back a blush as he walked straight to it.
Carefully, he took it, as if observing a curious thing. On the back was a sticky note, with your handwriting.
'I heard from Adelinde that you skipped breakfast. If you don't take care of yourself, then I swear I will send you to Celestia and maybe you'd take care of yourself there.'
Diluc took time to pause and process before he found himself giggling like an idiot at your love note. He's amused- enamored. Your pouty face while you were writing this note must have been precious to watch. A shame he wasn't there.
His eyes trailed down to the mini note below, wrote in all capital letters.
'IM SERIOUS YOU BETTER STOP SMILING LIKE A DORK OR ELSE'
*Giggling intensifies*
'I can't help it, love..' he thinks in his mind, as if apologizing to you. You're just the most precious thing, making his days worth living, single handedly. Oh, how he loves you dearly.
Oh and of course he enjoyed the delicious lunch you made him. Eating away every single crumb- or atom, if you will, eagerly. Though...He might skip breakfast more intentionally now so he can get your sweet cooking...
But you didn't hear that from me.
But he secretly hopes your warm food and love fills his stomach again soon. Because now he fears he may not be able to survive without it.
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