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ABSOLUTELY FERAL HELPQNAKWJBSIA tysm for the food 😍 the best cooker fr ‼️

german diluc headcanons

warnings - fluff, german diluc, domestic fluff, probably slightly off german?? nicknames.

note - gift for @quazkers, the biggest diluc simp i know ! i wrote this like six months ago but this only just recently surfaced from my drafts ....

Diluc, who wakes up early in the morning for work, but seeing you sleep next to him in bed, and gently smiles and ruffles your hair before getting out of bed to go to work.

When Diluc sleeps in with you on weekends, you’d wake up to him playing with your hair, when your eyes fluttered open, Diluc would put on a warm smile and say “Good morning, Darling,” a German accent dancing in his words.

Diluc would make breakfast, and prepare pancakes and bacon. If you don’t eat meat though, don’t worry-- instead of bacon, Diluc would prepare some fresh fruits/veggies, depending on what your favorites are.

↳ Once, you mentioned that Diluc was like a strawberry- red, and very sweet. From that day on, Diluc could never look at a strawberry properly without thinking of that moment and becoming flushed, covering his mouth with his hand.

Without a doubt, Diluc would call you german nicknames along with english ones. Liebling (darling), schatz (sweetheart / little treasure), darling, my love, dove, honey… those are the main ones.

↳ Diluc doesn’t tell you this, but he’s an absolute sucker for when you call him pet names. His personal favorites: sweetheart, love, darling, and surprisingly-- Lulu. (he blushes SO hard when you call him that. He thinks it’s so endearing when you call him a nickname like that.)

Diluc who insists on leaning or lying on your lap when doing work once in a while, just because he knows you love just playing with his hair-- he’ll be reading a paper, managing the business, and you would just play with his hair. It’s a win/win situation for the both of you.

Diluc’s hair is a brilliant scarlet color, fluffy (he has problems taming it every day) and long (it goes to around his mid-chest. He knows he should get it cut, but he really doesn’t care enough at this point).

One time, when you were outside, you braided Diluc’s hair, and stuck little daisies in it. It was GORGEOUS, and when Diluc saw it, he didn’t have the heart to take it out of the braid and get rid of the flowers. When it was time for bed, he took out the flowers and put them in a small vase next to your shared bed, and gently eased his hair out of the braid. The next morning, Diluc pressed the flowers and still uses them as bookmarks for his work.

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GOODNIGHT N' GO

GN!Reader and Diluc ; You and Diluc are not together yet, but reciprocate feelings! ^-^ ; Modern AU ; You and Diluc are around your 20s, and his family is still alive (sparing him this time..) ; Fluff Song: Goodnight n' Go by Ariana Grande

AUTHOR NOTE. This was kinda like written on a whim so it might not be as great </3 This idea just popped into my and I wanted to write it so yeaaa >゜)))> Enjoy ^^

"You'll miss your train and come stay with me,"

The sun has long set, the light from your dining room shining into your living room. Diluc has left not too long ago from your house to catch his train back home, but a familiar knock echoed through your home.

You gotten up from your spot on the couch, opening the door. There stood the familiar red hair, a sheepish smile on his face.

"It appears I missed my train..." Diluc scratched his cheek. You let out a laugh, "How odd, the Diluc, one who is picky with time, missing his train?"

Diluc huffed, "Would it be alright if I stay with you tonight?"

"Sure sure, I was already starting to miss you anyways," You'd smile, your face heating up a bit as you step back, letting Diluc inside. You heard a chuckle come from him.

"We'll have drinks and talk about things,"

"Thirsty? I'm off work tomorrow so it wouldn't hurt if I have a drink or two," You said as you rummaged through your cabinets.

"I'll just take the grape juice as always," Diluc sat on a stool nearby the counter. He watched as you took two glasses, pouring grape juice in one, and red wine in another. You handed him the glass with grape juice, taking a sip of red wine from yours.

"How's the business going?" You asked, relaxing on a stool nearby him.

"Smoothly as always. Everyone's been missing you a bit since you moved a bit farther from there," Diluc stared into his drink, a soft smile present on his face.

"When you get back, tell everyone I'll be visiting soon once I finish with some things," You ruffled Diluc's hair, a chuckle coming out of you.

"And any excuse to stay awake with you,"

You set your empty glass down. "Interested in watching a movie? This new horror movie came out and I was waiting to watch it with you for some time!"

Diluc looked to you, an eyebrow raised, "Aren't you scared of horror movies though? Last time you couldn't sleep for a good while..."

"Well-! Uh- Times changed!" You huffed, hearing a laugh coming out of Diluc.

"Alright then, if you say so." Diluc gotten up from his stool as you let out a little cheer.

"Come help me prepare real quick!" You rushed off to grab some things.

"And you'd sleep here, and I'd sleep there,"

You cling onto Diluc for your life, hiding under the blankets. A few pats on the back came from him.

"Looks like not a lot of time has passed," He laughed. "Shut!" You pouted.

The credits rolled in, announcing the movie has finished. Diluc took the remote not too far away, turning the tv off. You peeked from under the blankets, letting out a sigh. You relaxed into Diluc's chest.

"Finally... It's over." You let out a breath as you felt a certain someone's arms wrap around you.

"But then the heating may be down again,"

"Your so warm..." You said, your eyes becoming heavy. A chuckle came from Diluc. "You wouldn't mind if I stay here with you on the couch right...? The heater broke down not too long ago, so my bedroom is freezing." You said as you looked up at Diluc.

He shook his head, "I wouldn't mind." If it weren't for the lack of light inside the room, you would've been able to notice a brush of red on his cheeks.

You snuggled into his touch, a blanket wrapped around you two. The beating of his heart and yours intertwining. You heard Diluc mutter a few words, his warm face snuggling into your shoulder.

"Huh-? What did you say?" You whispered, waiting for a response.

"Why'd you have to be so cute?"

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THE LITTLEST ACTIONS

GN!Reader and Diluc ; Fluff x10 "Are these possible signs he's in love with me?"

These past few months your good friend Diluc has been acting a bit odd. Not in a angsty or rude way, more like signs that tend to get your heart beating in a odd fasten pattern. Hopeless romantic you decided to visit Lisa for a talk, hoping maybe she can explain the reasoning on why your friendship with Diluc seems to be moving up a couple of steps than you expected.

"Pft-" Lisa brought up a hand to her face, trying to conceal her laughter. "Wha- What are you laughing for!? I came here for you to help me, not to laugh at me!" You said, a bit embarrassed. Was there something you weren't seeing that others could clearly note?

"Why don't you repeat everything again, and maybe you'll finally notice." Lisa calmed down, taking a sip from her teacup as she looked at you. You mumbled something under your breath before taking a breath, preparing to explain once more.

𓂃 # IS THERE SOMETHING ON MY FACE?

Both you and Diluc decided to head out to eat for lunch together. You both sat outside Good Hunter, enjoying the meals peacefully. The silence was peaceful, though you couldn't help but look toward Diluc, who was staring at you with this look in his eyes. You tried to ignore it, though each time you took a bite out of your food you couldn't help but feel a bit flustered.

"Uh- Uhm, Diluc?" You asked, placing your fork down. You saw him flinched a bit, before he burst into a series of coughs. You didn't see him stopping any time soon and quickly rushed over to his side to help.

Sara stared from behind her counter, witnessing the whole scene unfold.

"BAHAHHAHAHA-" Lisa almost spat her tea out from laughing. "Hey! I didn't know what to do alright!" You covered your face with your hands, flustered. Lisa quickly took a napkin and cleaned herself, before clearing her throat. "I'll certainly have to visit Sara to hear more about what happened-" You glared at Lisa, quickly shutting her up. "Any who- Continue with the next one." Lisa said, waving her hand for you to continue.

𓂃 # YOU'RE ALWAYS WELCOMED.

You walked over to Diluc's manor, trying to return something he had left at your place. You were meant to tell him yesterday that you were gonna stop by to drop off his coat, though he had rushed off to continue his duties before you could tell him.

The view of the manor came within view, and the smell of grapes filled your nose. A sense of nostalgia always filled you when you came over to visit. Though this time you couldn't help but wonder if Diluc was home.

'It would be nice to see him today...' You thought as you were now in front of the door. Before you could knock on the door, it quickly swung open.

"[Name?]" Diluc stared at you, his eyes widened a bit in surprise. "What brings you here?"

"Oh! Diluc! You scared me for a bit haha.." You put a hand over your heart, recovering from the shock you had felt. "Ah.. Sorry," Diluc looked over to what you had in your hands. "Oh, my coat. Have you came here to return it?" He asked. You nodded, handing him his coat.

"I was gonna tell you I still had your coat though you ran off before I can finish," You smiled softly. "Sorry about that. Something urgent came up-" Diluc scratched his cheek, returning your smile.

"Hm? Is that [name]?" A familiar voice came behind Diluc. Adelinde came into view, a smile present on her voice. "[Name]! It has been a while since I've seen you! How are you doing?" She cheerfully said. "I've been well Adelinde! Sorry that I haven't been able to visit lately. My work has been a mess these days." You chuckled, returning Adelinde's smile.

"It certainly is starting to get dark! Why don't you join Master Diluc for dinner?" She asked, continuing to have an innocent smile on her face. Diluc's eyes widened a bit once more, looking toward Adelinde.

You looked toward Diluc, seeing a hint of red in his ears, though it might just be his hair. "I would love to but I'm sure Diluc is busy-" "I wouldn't mind." Diluc interrupted your sentence before you could finish, clearing his throat. You began to heat up a bit.

"Well then! I'll start preparing the table!" Adelinde clapped her hands together before taking her leave.

You smiled, watching her take her leave. "You know- You're always welcomed here [name]." Diluc said, avoiding eye contact. You stepped through the doors, your face heating up.

"Hm~? I'm quite suspicious on how you had the Master Diluc's coat at your place." Lisa smirked, a mischievous look on her face. You had an annoyed expression on your face as you sipped your tea. "Are you gonna share or-?" Lisa poked at you, waiting for an answer. "Fine fine! Last one!"

𓂃 # THANK THE RAIN.

You ran through the rain, finding shelter under a small part under a roof. You groaned, realizing you had forgotten your umbrella at home. "Looks like I'll have to run through the rain or wait it out." You said, silently praying a better option pops up, and thank the gods who answered your prayer quickly.

"Forgotten your umbrella again?" A familiar voice popped up beside you. You quickly turned, seeing a familiar red blotch of hair. "Ahahaha, you know me." You chuckled, looking at Diluc. Some rustling sounds were made until Diluc started to place his coat on you.

"Eh? Don't you need this?" You questioned, trying to process his actions. "I'll be alright." Diluc looked away from you. You smiled softly, a warm feeling embracing your heart. "I should get going now then, thank you a lot Diluc." Before you left, you grabbed Diluc's arm softly, turning him towards you. Your lips came into contact to his cheek quickly, leaving a warm feeling.

You ran off toward the direction of your home, leaving a flustered Diluc behind.

He reached out before bringing his hand to the spot where you had left a quick kiss, a soft smile present on his face.

"Ohohoho~ I didn't take you as the confident one," Lisa giggled as you focused on your cup of tea. "How adorable you two are. I'm quite surprised how you manage to get Master Diluc melt within your presence, hehe." Lisa continued to mess with you, your face heating up after each comment.

A knock on the door saved you from Lisa's antics. A creaking noise was then heard as the door slowly opened. There stood a knight, with an envelope in his hand. "I have an important message for... [Name]?"

"That would be me," You smiled. The knight walked over and handed you the envelope quickly, before bowing and taking his leave.

"Oooo, what does it say?" Lisa stood up and walked over to you, looking over your shoulder.

Your name was written elegantly on the envelope. You took your time opening it, a sheet of paper slipping out. "Meet me at Starsnatch Cliff when the sun begins to set. I'll be patiently waiting for your arrival. -Diluc." The familiar hand writing had already hinted on who it was in the beginning.

"Looks like you should start running there~" Lisa giggled, pointing toward the window.

"Ack! Thank you for the help Lisa! I'll return it later!" You quickly gathered your stuff, rushing out the door.

"Ah, young romance,"

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currently conjuring up food for yall hungry diluc simps

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look at little me!! Finally posting something after uhhh... Almost half a year?? I don't know I don't keep track haha...

Winding down and scurrying away from harsh days and work is easy to do with Diluc. He's always there for you, holding you when you're down, wiping away sorrowful tears, and reminding you how meaningful you are with soft actions. It's always best to treat him the same when he's at his down.

A door slammed open and the sounds of the thunderstorm entering the home alerted you. Rushing down the stairs you looked toward a darkened figure, a splotch of red hinting at who it was.

You quickly rushed to Diluc’s side, helping him take off his drenched coat. He’d hug you if he wasn't soaking wet from the rain.

You both stayed silent as you rushed Diluc toward the bedroom, a few small chuckles came from him as he found your tendency to worry about his health adorable.

Once he entered the bedroom you rushed off toward the bathroom that connected to the bedroom, quickly turning on the bath. As Diluc watched your figure leave toward the bathroom he couldn't help but let out a soft smile. He muttered a few words under his breath, chuckling to himself.

As you left the bathroom you tried your best to look away from Diluc. He was wrapped in a towel you had hurriedly gave him. "Hm? Nervous? Last time I recalled this isn't the first nor second time you seen me-" You quickly shoved a set of clothes in Diluc's arms before he could finish, pushing him toward the bathroom. He let out a laugh, enjoying your embarrassment.

As Diluc relaxed inside the bath, you quickly put his damped clothes in a basket, dropping them off inside the laundry room. You hurried back toward the bathroom, planning to help Diluc with washing his hair. Though he was capable of doing it himself, it must've been a rough day for him. It would be better for him to relax more than struggle with washing his hair.

You entered the bathroom, rolling up your sleeves. Diluc turned around, his back facing you. He had an idea on what you were gonna do. Taking the shampoo bottle you squirted some on your hand, quickly reaching over to Diluc's hair. He let out a sigh, enjoying the times when you would comb your hand through his hair. You hummed a small melody as you continue to wash his hair, massaging his head slowly. Though there were no words spoken, the silence brought peace to the both of you.

You always enjoyed the chances where he would melt under your touch. Letting his guard down around you so easily. You found it funny when people would explain the meaning and definition of peace at times. No long complicated sentences were needed to explain the simple word, when peace to you was Diluc.

𓂃 # NOT PROOF READ.

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Winding down and scurrying away from harsh days and work is easy to do with Diluc. He's always there for you, holding you when you're down, wiping away sorrowful tears, and reminding you how meaningful you are with soft actions. It's always best to treat him the same when he's at his down.

A door slammed open and the sounds of the thunderstorm entering the home alerted you. Rushing down the stairs you looked toward a darkened figure, a splotch of red hinting at who it was.

You quickly rushed to Diluc’s side, helping him take off his drenched coat. He’d hug you if he wasn't soaking wet from the rain.

You both stayed silent as you rushed Diluc toward the bedroom, a few small chuckles came from him as he found your tendency to worry about his health adorable.

Once he entered the bedroom you rushed off toward the bathroom that connected to the bedroom, quickly turning on the bath. As Diluc watched your figure leave toward the bathroom he couldn't help but let out a soft smile. He muttered a few words under his breath, chuckling to himself.

As you left the bathroom you tried your best to look away from Diluc. He was wrapped in a towel you had hurriedly gave him. "Hm? Nervous? Last time I recalled this isn't the first nor second time you seen me-" You quickly shoved a set of clothes in Diluc's arms before he could finish, pushing him toward the bathroom. He let out a laugh, enjoying your embarrassment.

As Diluc relaxed inside the bath, you quickly put his damped clothes in a basket, dropping them off inside the laundry room. You hurried back toward the bathroom, planning to help Diluc with washing his hair. Though he was capable of doing it himself, it must've been a rough day for him. It would be better for him to relax more than struggle with washing his hair.

You entered the bathroom, rolling up your sleeves. Diluc turned around, his back facing you. He had an idea on what you were gonna do. Taking the shampoo bottle you squirted some on your hand, quickly reaching over to Diluc's hair. He let out a sigh, enjoying the times when you would comb your hand through his hair. You hummed a small melody as you continue to wash his hair, massaging his head slowly. Though there were no words spoken, the silence brought peace to the both of you.

You always enjoyed the chances where he would melt under your touch. Letting his guard down around you so easily. You found it funny when people would explain the meaning and definition of peace at times. No long complicated sentences were needed to explain the simple word, when peace to you was Diluc.

𓂃 # NOT PROOF READ.

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I'm sorry but

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Ducky by a pond!! Frog is singing for them. :)

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tumblr is alive, grunge is back, the earth is healing

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soft diluc my weakness

#SCREAMING #HES SO SKRUNKLY I LOVE HIM #MWAH MWAH #TYSM FOR THE FOOD

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❀ ﾟ. ༄ ┊ TENDING TO THEIR INJURIES ( pt. iii ) ;

characters: cyno / alhaitham / tighnari

↬ cyno ࿐ ࿔

the role cyno plays is a heavy one : judgement & justice hand in hand in an act of righteousness as he deems another to fate. how quick it is for one's wrongdoings to meld into something deeper, deserved, and decayed into a sin they will learn to shoulder for the rest of a lifetime. you hold back a sigh, brows furrowed only the slightest bit in suppressed concern as you discard sanguine drenched gauze. you almost forget the danger that lurks in the shadows, expression growing grim as the seconds pass. cyno notices, smiles ever so faintly as he calls your name in gentle tones and meets your gaze.

"i guess someone--" he pauses, dramatic, and perhaps the final straw in your relationship lies in the moment he pulls a genius invokation card from behind his ear, "decked me."

you stare at him, deadpan. he stares back, also deadpan. this is far too unsettling.

"oh yeah? got decked in your bleeding knee, huh?"

"oh. well, you see-- i actually scraped my knee--"

"falling for me?"

cyno pauses again, clears his throat so incredibly loudly you wonder if it hurt doing so. you roll your eyes, don't bother to even hide the way your lips curl in amusement as you pinch his cheeks. his words of protest die down when you kiss him on the nose and you almost think you will hear them again with the way he frowns once you pull away from him.

"i don't love you, dearest general."

"okay, well that actually hurts to hear."

you laugh, feel his arms wrap around your waist as he looks at you expectantly. you press a kiss to his temple, see the way his countenance lightens at your affection.

"kidding, kidding. i do. i'm glad you're okay."

↬ alhaitham ࿐ ࿔

you almost wonder if alhaitham is human -- a silly thing to ponder, truthfully, but you do not think you've yet encountered someone who seeks logic in all things and seldom succumbs to feelings and instinct. & it's unfortunate, almost -- to feel anything remotely close to love for someone who does not know the heaviness of it.

there is a strange feeling that brews in your chest : a nervousness, a knowing anxiety, and so you clench your jaw in frustration, place your focus elsewhere as to seek haven in denial of such foolishness. you wrap the bandages around his hands, try to ignore the foreign and comforting tenderness that sends shivers down your spine every time your fingertips brush.

"you are worried."

his voice cuts through steel air, forces you to freeze in your movements. you swallow hard, look him in the eye. you wish you could understand. you wish you could read him, know what lies in a dormant heart. but you don't. you don't, and it doesn't mean anything, not really, but somehow, it hurts anyway and you think you hate that the most.

"i'm not." you tell him, ignore the way he raises a brow at the short response. "it's a few scratches on your hands, nothing major. i'm only doing this out of courtesy."

"that's not what i'm talking about." alhaitham studies you further, makes you feel too seen and understood without a single explanation. you think to resume wrapping the bandages once again, but he grabs your hands, prevents you from moving away. you still, hold your breath, feel the way his hold tightens if only by a slight amount as if testing the waters.

"enough tending to me." he leans forward, closes the distance that separates you. "tell me what's on your mind."

↬ tighnari ࿐ ࿔

"so... did you know that plant was alive?"

you imagined this would happen one day, given the nature of the forest watcher. a peaceful day turned to chaos, a leisurely exploration turned to a rather stressful yet memorable lesson. tighnari winces as you rub the ointment into his skin, red and pink patches adorning his body. he throws you a strange look, almost finds himself distracted from the pain at your words.

"all plants are alive, technically."

you sigh.

"remember when you ate that mushroom and didn't sleep for three days?"

how was he supposed to know that plant was particularly carnivorous? there's a trial and error with these things-- a system of sorts. not that he has the most optimal methods of research and learning, but he gets things done at the very least, so who can complain?

( him, probably. he is truly suffering right now. who knew plants had such sharp teeth? )

"for research. someone has to learn these things." he stares at the ceiling, entirely absentminded, until a flicker of seriousness graces his expression. "this was also for research, too, by the way. in case you were wondering."

"i wasn't."

"you are now."

"i was wondering about something i already know the answer to?"

"yes. your quiz will be tomorrow morning, pass or fail. i expect only the best results."

you scoff in disbelief, but the grin on your face betrays your seemingly annoyed visage. a quiet fills the air as you continue to attend to the numerous rashes, touch gentle as not to irritate them further.

"thank you for your help." tighnari's voice is softer now; you would have completely overlooked it had it not been for the blush on his cheeks.

you nod, silent, offer a timid smile as you press your lips against his for only a moment.

"i lied. that was your quiz. you pass."

"stop ruining the moment, tighnari."

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❝ 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐌𝐄? .ᐟ ❞

SUMMARY: A impulsive y/n deicides to ask their boyfriend a very serious question. GENDER NEUTRAL READER A/N: SOME PEOPLE WANTED MORE, AND SO HERE IT IS...

Y/n wasn't pleased with their bf's response last time, where they had asked him quite the serious question. So... They asked something more.. mature...

"Would you kiss me if I was a slime?"

"I'll become a slime, and then we can be two slimes in love!" > "Awww, Ily!!" Gorou, Diluc, Itto, Zhongli

"Are you coming out as a fatass right now." > "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU" "Well you do have a fatass-" Childe, Kaeya

"What type of slime...?" > "Uhhhhhhhhh... hydro?" "That's a shame.. you'd be SHOCKED by my touch.." "Get it.. 'Shocked'" > Read 9:45am Cyno

"Depends are you a harmless slime" Albedo, Heizou

"...Are you drunk by any chance.." Thoma, Baizhu

This user had blocked you. > "BABE? HONEY? SWEETHEART- PRINCESS???" Message not sent! Scaramouche, Ayato, Dottore, Pierro

"No" Tighnari, Pantalone, Xiao

"Photo of me trapping you in a barrel and making you listen to my songs for the next 48 hours" Loverman sent an attachment. Venti

© cupids-chamber, March 2022. do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation from me.

#INLOVE OMG WIBSOSBJWJSN

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late night talks

scaramouche x gn!reader

background angst, scara trying his best not to be mean, idk what else it’s 3am i just wrote this to convince myself to sleep

“Aren’t you going to sleep?”

“No.”

He continues to sort through the pile of papers on his desk, menial tasks he would have normally assigned to one his lackeys, either as a punishment or simply because he felt like it. You hover over his shoulder, face peering down his papers and snorting a laugh once you see the content written.

“Food supplies? How responsible of you.” There’s a teasing lilt to your voice, familiar in a way that makes his chest constrict with hollow pain from an organ that shouldn’t be there.

A scoff almost escapes his lips, but he forces the usual reaction down and focuses on the papers in his hands instead of giving in to the urge to move his head sideways just the slightest bit to see what expression you have on. He can almost picture it, an upward twist to your lips, eyes forming crescents, gazing down at him with amusement he’s come to expect from you.

You remain standing behind him, so close, yet he can’t feel much heat from your proximity.

“Responsible?” Scaramouche repeats with a mocking tone after a moment’s pause, gathering himself and resolutely ignoring the way you tilt your head in his direction, the ghost of a smile visible within his periphery. “I’m only doing this because my subordinates are incompetent enough to mess this up.”

“And yet you still assign it to them when you’re not in the mood to do paperwork,” you’re quick to quip back, face nearly touching his cheek, but he can’t feel the air that you release after you huff a laugh.

“Do you think I have the luxury of attending to every one of these papers when those buffoons can do these themselves?” This time, he’s unable to stop the derisive snort that escapes his lips. He knows you’ll take it in good nature, but still, he makes an effort to be less prickly when you’re around.

“Ah, there it is.” You lean away from him, and even though he doesn’t feel any difference at the loss of your closeness, he misses your presence all the same… not that he would ever admit it, not even to you as you are now. “There’s my mean little Kuni.”

He scowls almost reflexively, still keeping his eyes trained on the words on the paper even though he knows how much of a lost cause that is. “How many times have I told you not to call me that?”

Hundreds, probably.

You pretend to hum in thought. “Hm, I don’t know. How about you go to bed, and I’ll reconsider whether I should come up with a new nickname or not.”

“I don’t require sleep.” Nor does he desire it. Not when—

“Aw, come on. Even big bad harbingers need sleep. I’ll even sleep beside you, just to sweeten the deal.” He imagines you waggling your eyebrows suggestively, even though he knows you’re the first to get embarrassed when he so much as initiates such contact.

The words come out before he can stop it, uttered too fast for him to take back. “Only if you stay until morning.”

He’s already anticipated what you’re about to say before you even utter the words.

“You know I can’t.”

It’s an argument that’s been repeatedly brought up through countless sleepless nights much like this one. He knows how it ends, he just doesn’t want to face the inevitable just yet.

“Just until the sun rises,” he bargains, an almost desperate tone to his voice. Scaramouche is not a man known to beg, he takes what he wants and expects it to be given to him — but you, you are something he has no control over.

You don’t respond, and he feels his chest constrict the longer the silence stretches on. He calls for your name, still keeping his eyes on the papers in his hands that are beginning to get wrinkled with each moment you remain quiet.

He reaches a breaking point, just as he always does.

His eyes are the first to move, followed by his head turning to your direction. It’s expected, the sight he’s greeted with, one he’s faced before yet has never gotten accustomed to even after weeks.

The space beside him is empty. It always has been.

His fingers loosen their hold on the stack of papers just enough to drop them to his desk. His gaze follows the action, moving from the details of the latest food supplies to the folder of new recruits being sent under his name and, finally, landing on the sealed envelope he hasn’t opened since he heard the news weeks ago.

“Kuni, don’t stay up too late waiting for me to return, alright? Make sure to get a good night’s rest!”

Those were the last words you spoke to him.

His finger traces the edge of the envelope. In bold letters, written in a handwriting that is so uniquely you, is his name.

Scaramouche gets up from his chair, nearly sending it careening to the floor in his haste as he turns around and makes for the adjacent door that leads to his bedroom.

He’ll read your will in the morning, he tells himself, just as he’s told himself countless times before. But first, he’ll grant himself a full night’s sleep.

#NOOOO #SOBBING #WHY. #WHY AM I SO DUM 😭 #THAT WASNT SO SLAY OF YOU. #BUT IT WAS REALLY SLAY OF YOU TO WRITE THIS MASTERPIECE 💗 #NOW TIME TO GO CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP

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cupid’s chokehold

pairing/s: cyno, diluc, scaramouche x gn!reader

summary: it’s simple, really. one moment you’re laughing, the light of the sun brightening your features, and the next his heart is beating out of his chest, face warm and breaths short, an almost pleasant twist to his gut when you lean close. you look at him with fondness dancing in your eyes, and he realizes, oh, he might just be in love. or — the moment they find out they love you.

note: this is really just an excuse to write diluc being whipped, also this was supposed to include childe heizou and xiao but i lost motivation so here ya go!

CYNO

He finds it hard to believe that you’d be so incapable of writing a simple essay. You once admitted to him how you only got accepted into the Akademiya through sheer luck, but he didn’t believe it then. The Akademiya is known for its strict rules and thorough examination of every student it takes on.

But seeing you struggling not to plagiarize an essay is truly pushing his patience. He’s not one to snap or bark out harsh words to those undeserving of it — and he can think of no one more undeserving of his wrath than you — but it is frustrating to watch you stumble even at the easiest of assignments.

“I think I’ve got it! Oh, I made a little mistake on the spelling there, but this is the one that’ll blow my professors away! Cyno, can you proofread this for me?”

He’ll tell you later that he didn’t mean it, and you’ll accept it without hesitation with an accepting smile — but right now, the searing sun made worse by the humid weather makes a short fuse even for the most patient of saints.

“If you can’t do something so simple, then I see no point in partaking in this fruitless endeavor. The Akademiya is harsh and has no room for error, you would be better off leaving than continue struggling futilely.”

He didn’t mean to come off so harsh, as if he’s belittling all your hard work and effort and telling you that you don’t belong in the Akademiya. But the damage has been done, and your hopeful look turns into shock at his outburst, retreating into yourself and quickly retracting the paper you’d been in the middle of handing out to him. Your face closes off, clutching your essay close to your chest and darting your eyes anywhere but his general direction.

“Sorry,” you say, awkward and fumbling, resolutely not meeting his eyes, “For being annoying, among other things.” Then, you rise to your feet abruptly. He can see the way your fingers are clenched tightly at your paper, tight enough to wrinkle the edges such that he knows you’ll regret later for ruining yet another paper. “I won’t bother you again.”

Your voice is uncharacteristically quiet, almost sounding choked off. You turn and give him a brief glimpse of your face, and he realizes that you’re on the verge of tears.

He catches your arm just before you can take a step forward. “Wait.”

You freeze, muscles tensing beneath his touch. He instantly releases you after he feels how uncomfortable it must have made you. The silence between you is so tangible he can almost see it permeating the air, cloying and thick and utterly unwelcome.

He parts his mouth a few times, going through every possible scenario where he says the wrong thing that pushes you to the edge and makes you hate him forever. The mere thought is enough to steal him of his breath. No, he can’t have that, can’t bear the thought of a world where you aren’t there greeting him brightly in the morning and being so shameless as you fall into step beside him despite his rank and engage him in idle chitchat. He doesn’t think he’s ever told you before, but he looks forward to that part of his day the most.

After what seems like eons of standing in silence, he finally speaks. But what comes out of his mouth isn’t the apology he rehearsed in his head.

“Why did the bike fall over?”

You turn to him with an almost incredulous look, eyes wide with unshed tears that he berates himself for. Then, hesitantly, you ask, “…Why?”

The response comes naturally to him, years of reading through his notes and making them himself has all but ingrained such information in his mind.

“Because it was two tired,” he delivers this with a straight face, tone flat and completely at odds with the nature of his joke.

You stare at him for a moment, lips parted in surprise at the sudden joke. He sees your grip on your paper loosen, shoulders relaxing, mouth twisting into something he can’t quite discern, and then—

“Pft.” It starts out small, quiet as you bring a hand to cover your mouth, before it dissolves into a full blown laugh, the kind that has your shoulders shaking and eyes closed, head tilted back and the sound of your laughter filling his ears. He’s never considered that laughs could produce such pleasant sounds, so it comes as a surprise when yours makes something in him want to lean forward to hear more. Or perhaps it’s just you.

The light from the sun bounces off your skin, making your expression all the more radiant.

And Cyno? Cyno doesn’t think he’s ever seen such a mesmerizing sight before.

You’ve never laughed at his jokes, or rather, he’s never seen fit to tell you any of them, seeing as you’ve always been so at ease around him that telling a joke was never necessary. He’ll have to rectify that, he thinks, watching the way your mouth curves up in a smile, eyes dancing with mirth as you finally meet his eyes.

And he’s suddenly struck by the thought of how much he likes seeing you like this — hair mussed from the wind, exhilaration lining your lips, breaths short from laughing too hard, and gazing at him in delight.

And maybe he’s overthinking things too much, maybe the pounding of his heart and the sudden intake of breath is a result of something else, but he wants to believe it’s because of you.

Later, he’ll come up with a proper apology, something a little less joking and a little more serious. But right now, you’re looking at him like he’s the only person in the world, and that’s all that matters.

DILUC

The sun is particularly hot today, bordering on sweltering, but still, you insist on accompanying him in this menial task of picking grapes.

Diluc has always preferred solitude since he came of age, doing things alone and being lost in his thoughts have become things that he finds strangely pleasant, almost calming. But you’ve never been one to settle in silence, always needing to voice your thoughts and fill the room with chatter about all sorts of topics. It’s something he should dislike, all things considered due to his preference for quietness, but you, he finds, have always been an exception to what he considers the norm.

He wonders why.

“And just then, a hilichurl comes out of nowhere and starts throwing rocks at me — rocks! They have crossbows and shields and those battering things, but that one chose to use rocks to attack me! It’s like he thought I wasn’t even worth the effort!”

He idly plucks a group of ripe grapes from a vine, listening to you retell your encounter with a hilichurl that led to you discovering its camp that held a precious chest, only to open it and find nothing but cabbages. You bemoan how it was a total waste of effort, all that fighting just for a few pieces of vegetables you don’t even like.

A small, amused smile flits its way into his lips. It doesn’t escape your notice.

“So you think my suffering is funny, huh?” You narrow your eyes at him.

He turns away and briefly considers the merits of admitting to smiling, not at your plight, but at the various inflections in your tone as you regaled him with your story and the little laughs you let out when you got to a funny part and the way you looked at him with a smile so wide it crinkled the corners of your eyes, reflecting the light from the sun in its near-blinding intensity.

When he turns back to face you, he’s met with fingers on his lips and something small and round being pushed into his mouth. His teeth bites down into it, tender and sweet. A grape, he realizes, meeting mischievous eyes set upon a face that’s full of promises for future teasings and pranks.

The pads of your fingers are soft against his lips. His eyes wander against his will, landing on your lips twisted into a smirk, and his mind conjures an impossibly dangerous thought. Perhaps your lips would feel softer against his.

And then heat is creeping up his skin, searing red across his neck that reaches his cheeks and stops at the tips of his ears.

It’s nothing ostentatious. Not like the stories told in books where they meet each other’s eyes across the room and falter as their hearts beat as one, where they meet in the carnage of a battlefield, offering each other’s hands and knowing without a doubt that they will only ever have their backs for each other until the day they die. It’s not even one where he holds your hand and feels the way his heart leaps at the contact as he realizes what it might mean.

But this is still as meaningful, still as beautiful, suspended in time and carved in stone upon his memories until the winds of time erode it away.

A gentle breeze blows past you, and he catches the barest hint of a scent that consumes his mind and fills it with thoughts of nothing but you and your fingers lingering on his lips and how he’s never wanted to kiss a person more than he does now.

And oh, oh.

It’s a fanciful thought, but he imagines if his life were to become a book, then it should be one with an ending that intertwines with yours.

He considers that, for such a book, it would begin like this — the sun is shining, the birds are singing, and Diluc Ragnvindr is in love.

SCARAMOUCHE

If Scaramouche were the kind to think thoughts that would have him put below the pedestal he’s placed himself at, he’d think there must be something wrong with him.

“Did you really think you could have defeated those monsters all on your own? You’re lucky I was nearby, otherwise you’d be nothing but a bloody splatter on the ground.” His words are as harsh as ever, carrying that biting tone that’s labeled him unapproachable and unlikeable to most anyone — that is, most anyone who isn’t you.

He doesn’t understand you, the reasoning behind your actions and words and generally everything about you that makes you so infuriating. It grates at him, not knowing something, especially when that something pertains to you. Though why that would even matter is beyond him.

You smile at him, a sheepish little thing, utterly unrepentant and unaware of the possible consequences your actions could have brought. Not that he cares if anything happens to you. He’d just rather not deal with the trouble of handling your papers should you die under his service.

(That was, admittedly, a very weak argument that he’ll chastise himself for later. A Harbinger would have more pressing work to do than handle every paperwork about a dead subordinate. Not that the fact about him handling your papers upon your death was untrue, only that it’s only your paper among his countless other subordinates who’ve died that he’ll bother doing.)

Your mask fell off somewhere in the middle of that rather pathetic fight. It’s a breach of protocol to not be wearing your mask while on duty, but Scaramouche chooses to ignore that particular rule. He’s a Harbinger, he’s the one who decides the rules. Having to order you to go fetch your mask to put it back on would be a waste of time and effort. Much more efficient to simply speak this way, he reasons. It’s most definitely not because he wants to see your eyes and the myriad of emotions that pass through them. And even if it is, it’s only a way for him to better read your expressions and discern whether you’re lying or not. He can’t have anyone betraying him the Fatui.

“I apologize, my lord. It seems I’m still unaccustomed to my new uniform.” Your voice carries a sort of lilt to it that makes it more tolerable than most people he’s ever spoken to. It’s not a compliment, lest his mind go against him and begin creating false narratives, it’s an observation rooted in fact. The sky is blue, the stars are false, and your voice isn’t unpleasant to listen to.

He does frown at your explanation. “Unaccustomed? It’s hardly that different from your previous uniform.” He would know, of course, he spent hours watching you in it. Not that he was watching you simply for the sake of watching, no, never, he was merely criticizing your choice of color scheme and the scuff marks and dried blood that never quite went away no matter how many times you washed it. You’ve complained to him enough times about it in a way that no subordinate should to their lord, but he was in a good mood then, so he let it slide… among countless other things he let slide.

You pull at the collar of your uniform. “It’s a bit constricting. I think they may have gotten my measurements wrong—”

He scoffs, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes. “And you didn’t think to tell me? What use would I have for a recruit who can’t even move properly because of a tight uniform?”

“Well, you did tell me not to bother you anymore with my inane concerns, so I figured you wouldn’t want to hear about this…my lord.” The last part is added almost as an afterthought. He decides to let it slide.

He does recall something along those lines, sometime when he was in a foul mood and had no patience for your presence and the contradictions it brought in his behavior. He remembers being lost and dumbfounded the next day when you turned to leave after giving your report instead of lounging on his office’s couch and telling him about your day and the gossip you recently heard. He hadn’t actually meant for you to stop talking to him, but he was too proud to say so to you, which resulted in a week of silence on both parties. It was completely unbearable, but Scaramouche would sooner cut his own head off than admit it.

“Fine. You’re allowed to speak such drivel to me again, since you clearly can’t function without any sort of assistance from me.” It’s easy to twist the situation as if you’re the one who’s been dying to talk to him normally again instead of the other way around.

You laugh beneath your breath, something bordering on a giggle — a giggle, of all things. The last time someone had the audacity to giggle in his presence was…was a long time ago. Something he won’t dwell in.

“If you insist, my lord,” you say, an almost teasing twinkle in your eyes, and Scaramouche has never been more grateful exasperated that you aren’t wearing a mask. Who do you think you are to show such an emotion like happiness in front of him?

He’ll let it slide though. Just this once.

“Let’s return to the camp. I don’t want to be seen any longer with you looking the state you are now.” He deliberately ignores the fact that people will only see the two of you together once you’re back and not at this lone clearing. You turn to place your mask back on and he lets you. Wouldn’t do much good to have others see your face and plot whatever nefarious schemes their minds will cook up, like talking to you or, gods forbid, flirting with you—

And then he stops, completely frozen in place and unable to hide that shock that bleeds through his carefully crafted mask. He’s lucky you’re standing behind him, otherwise he’d have to kill you for seeing him in such a state. Not that he believes he’ll be able to go through with it, but the thought is needed though not necessarily appreciated.

He turns to you after he’s gotten ahold of his expression, eyes scanning your features and, with an almost sickening lurch in his stomach, finding that you’re not exactly unpleasant to look at.

Your hand reaches out for his arm with worry, and he nearly reels his hand back at the sheer audacity you have for assuming he is someone who needs worrying for but—but.

He rather likes the feeling of your fingers brushing against his skin.

So he lets you close your hand around his arm and look at him with through a mask he knows harbors a concerned look behind it. He nearly laughs at the notion of someone being concerned for him, but alas, you’re such an anomaly that even he can’t bring himself to mock even the worst trait you possess.

You are truly the most vexing person he’s ever had the displeasure of meeting.

Perhaps if you keep touching him like this, he’ll let that one slide too.

#GIGGLING BLUSHING 🤭 #lemme slide into your dms Scaramouche #DILUCS THOUGH OEJFIHWJEBA #It was not so slay of you to say that Cyno 😕 #I would’ve bolted and left you in the dust

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Hello idk if I'm late but I heard u needed inspo aka smth to write and I was thinkingggggg maybe u could write jelousy headcanons with scaramouche, kazuha, xiao pretty please...

I'm desperate

I’m desperate for it too, don’t worry. I shall provide.

Jealous Genshin Men Headcanons

Genre: fluff, a tad bit of hurt/comfort?

Warnings: possessive behavior but nothing toxic (okay maybe some in scaras but thats just who he is), a tad bit suggestive in Kazuhas

Kazuha

He rarely, and I mean RARELY, ever get jealous. He sees no reason to. He’s confident in himself, in you, and your relationship. Jealousy is a foreign feeling to him

So he was surprised when he felt an irritating amount of annoyance deep within his chest as he saw some guy chatting it up with you

He trusted you. If he trusts you, why is he feeling this way?

Kazuha didn’t realize that he stood up from his seat and started walking towards you when he saw the guy place a hand on your arm. Not until his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to his chest. His head nestled into your neck, his eyes narrowing at the guy in front of you that had the nerve to lay his hands on you

He relaxed a little when he felt your hand come up to bury itself in his hair. He put on a plastic smile. His voice was laced with false curiosity, holding a sharp edge to it. “Who’s this my dove?”

The guy seemed taken aback by Kazuhas sudden appearance. Which Kazuha was proud of. But that was quickly stripped away when the guy continued to talk to you. Not just talking to you, flirting with you. And that honestly pissed Kazuha off more. How dare he blatantly flirt with you in front of him, the person who is obviously your lover?

It doesn’t help that you’re just finding the situation amusing. Glancing between the guy and the anemo user. You hear him let out an annoyed huff into your ear.

“So, I was thinking….you, me, dinner at five this weekend? I mean, you’re just really cute and funny-“

Your eyes widen when you felt Kazuha nip at your pulse point, kissing up the side of your neck, along your jawline, before forcing your head to turn to kiss you on the lips.

It seemed innocent at first until you tried to pull away. His hand entangled itself into the back of your head, keeping you still and stuck in place. Each second his kiss got longer, rougher, and damn near proprietary. Your hands clenched onto his chest, letting out a small whimper from the lack of oxygen, feeling your lungs burn with the need for it

The whole time Kazuha’s eyes were half-lidded, glaring at the guy who was now growing uncomfortable the longer it went on

He only stopped when the guy awkwardly walked away from the two of you

A smirk landed on his face as he saw you panting heavily, feeling your skin heat up under his touch

It was after you caught your breath that you laughed, cupping his face with your gentle hand, “I was waiting to see how long it would take you to do something Kazu. It was fairly entertaining.”

He only let out a breathy chuckle, his hand overlapping with yours. He leaned in, lips brushing against your own as he talked, “I’m not done yet dove. I’ll show you just how much you belong to me,”

His words surprised him more than you, but the look on your face was worth it. He gave you a quick peck on the lips before leading you back to your room on the ship

Scaramouche

Unlike Kazuha, this man gets jealous constantly. All the time. 24/7. His abandonment issues come into play every time you look at someone.

Nevertheless, he’s learned to get a handle on it. He wants you two to last, and he knows that his jealousy is his problem to deal with. The last thing he wants is to make your relationship toxic and unhealthy. In full honesty, he’s been handling it well. He’s even been feeling less jealous as of late.

Hence why he was genuinely surprised when he felt the all too familiar feeling crawling up his skin and into his anger issues.

All because a fatui agent, under his jurisdiction to add salt to the wound, was flirting with you.

So maybe it was justified. Maybe it was rational. Perhaps, maybe, it was worth striking him with a blast of electro and sending him flying into the wall, knocking him out cold.

You stood there, baffled. You didn’t know if you should be scared and concerned for the possibly dead agent a few feet away from you. Or, if you should laugh because of how nonchalant your boyfriend was standing after striking down a person for flirting with you.

You decided on being concerned now and laugh later. You rushed over to the agent, kneeling beside him to look for any sign of life, scolding Scara, “Was that necessary babe?”

He let out a strained ‘tch’ before walking towards you, his jealousy only being fueled by your concern for, who in his eyes, was nothing but scum at the bottom of his shoe. “He’s fine. His chest is moving. He’s lucky I didn’t kill him for flirting with you like that. An agent, that works for me, having the nerve to flirt with the person that I make very clear is dating me, deserves to be six feet under.”

“I think that’s a little excessive but you know what? I love your spirit,” You stand up once you confirm that the agent was indeed breathing. Before you had the chance to do anything else, Scaramouche was snatching your wrist into his hand, forcing you to be dragged behind him as he speed-walks down the corridor. It’s tight, effectively keeping you trapped. But the way his thumb glides across your skin makes you relax and smile a bit, allowing him to take you wherever he wishes.

“Where are we going?”

“I have a check up with Dottore. You’re coming with me.”

“Oh cool. Is he going to fix your anger issues?”

“Please. He can barely fix his own.”

Xiao

He lies somewhere between Kazuha and Scaramouche on the jealousy scale.

He’s not jealous of any ‘mortals’. He finds that it’s useless to be jealous of someone that has little significance to you.

The Adeptus has gotten jealous of Zhongli a couple of times. Mostly when you were working under him at the funeral parlor and spent all your time there.

It only made him angry at himself for being jealous of someone he owes his existence to.

But Zhongli just found it amusing and reassured him that feelings of jealousy here and there were normal.

That was the only time Xiao recalls being truly jealous of a living being.

So he’s standing in the corner of your shared room, staring in wonder as to why…he’s jealous at a stack of paper.

A stack of paper that has all of your undivided attention. You haven’t even spared him a glance since he appeared. Only throwing him a haphazard “hello” before going back to your work.

His jealousy is also mixed with concern for your health cause two hours of nonstop work has to be unhealthy for you.

His footsteps were nonexistent as he made his way over to your hunched-over form. His eyes scanned over you. Tense muscles, quick and sloppy handwriting, fidgeting leg. All signs of stress and exhaustion.

Xiao stood next to you, putting a hand on your wrist to stop you from writing. His jealousy surged when you still didn’t glance at him, only scanning over your words so far before speaking weakly, “Let go please, I need to get this report in by tomorrow,”

“No. Stop. I think it’s time you took a break.” He was short and straight to the point like always.

“Xiao, this paper needs-“

He huffed, his voice sounding pushed to the limit, “Enough about the idiotic paper already.”

For the first time since he’s arrived, your eyes met his. But it wasn’t with love or admiration like they usually are. No, it was amusement.

“Are you-…Are you jealous of my paperwork?”

The laugh that followed was both heaven and hell to his ears. His cheeks were tinted a light pink at your correct observation. He didn’t make a move to deny that yes, he was jealous you were putting more time into some stupid papers than with him.

His hands only held onto yours as you were still snickering, “Just- just come to bed!”

#I CANT STOP LAUGHING BAHSHSHSHS #Scaramouche shocking the fatui guy with electro felt so random #all I can imagine for scaramouche is shock pikachu meme #Paper 1 #Xiao 0

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Albeducky

#OMFGWKBSOWBSJSH #DUCKIEESSSS #ALBEDOOO #DUCKIESSS

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little star — diluc 。

synopsis!! everyone knows the creator doesn't favor diluc (everyone is wrong).

cw !! gn reader, reader is peak diluc simp 😐 somewhat self-aware characters, mild sagau themes (not too much), reader is recognized as the player, reader is a little shy at first. angst with reverse comfort!

note !! the plot feels a little everywhere but i tried to organize it as best as i can, i think i got carried away eheh honestly doesn't feel up to my standards but it was pretty enjoyable to write

word count !! 2.8k something

"No, it's definitely Outrider Amber, she was the first to ever be favored."

"Are you kidding me? Outrider Amber may be the first, but sir Kaeya was definitely loved. Have you seen the sword he was gifted with?" One growls.

"It's the Acting Grand Master Jean!" Someone slams the table with his beer mug, "Twice was she bestowed with fallen stars of gold."

"I'd say that wolf boy in the woods seem lucky."

"It has to be Bennett. I don't know why but that kid has two crowns! Two!"

"You're all missing out on Miss Lisa!"

"Stop, stop! You rowdy drunks! Every vision holder in Mond has been granted favor, this is just impossible to decide!"

There was a pause. "Well. . . not every." Someone mumbles under their breath.

"Not every? Who's the poor allogene that couldn't even get the Player's favo—" Shushing sounds break his sentence, the men glare at their companion, pointing to the redhead behind the bar.

It's useless, really.

Diluc has been listening in the entire time. He can't really help it when their voices were loud enough to reach where he stood. Still, he was merciful and pretended not to hear. He's not exactly bothered by what they're saying. It was the truth, after all.

For two years, vision holders all around Teyvat were being granted favor.

It often begins with a meteor shower gracing the sky.

A star gently falling into the hands of a vision holder, embracing them in warm light.

They call the ethereal sensation as something akin to "coming home".

The favored would then be given different things; quality weapons, enhanced abilities, beautiful crowns— Some allogenes were even gifted summer apparel (Mondstadt is proud that their Gunnhildr sisters were one of the very first). Even their equipped wings would change into ornamented works of art!

It's been two years, and it seems like every allogene he knows of has received the Player's grace.

He supposed he just wasn't favored. It isn't too difficult to believe that he isn't likable.

He convinces himself it's fine.

It's fine if his summoned weapon is a cheap claymore made of scrap metal. It's still efficient to have the extra blade while he manually carries around another claymore (commissioned from Wagner as the best money could buy). Or that his abilities can only be improved through hardwork, unlike the many who broke the limits of their power through your favor.

It's fine.

As the bar goers leave for the night, as Venti and Kaeya wave around their almost divine-looking five-star weapons to show the crowd, and as he's closing up the tavern and retreating to his upstair quarters for comfort, he convinces himself that the he'll be okay on his own.

•

The arrival of the Creator was festive and grand; The day the sky parted itself and glowed as the brightest of all stars fell with grace into Mondstadt's very own Windrise.

Teyvat rejoices in the ecstatic ideal of being loved.

A meeting of vision holders was quickly held in the Cathedral, discussing immediate plans as some of the most favored (Venti, Jean, Kaeya, Albedo to name a few) went ahead to fetch the Creator from the large tree.

While Diluc was often the center of any other meeting due to his authority and influence, this was something he chose to step back from. Standing by the windows, away from the meeting, he watched on as Eula and the rest conversed around the circular table.

He isn't even sure why he's invited. Perhaps they felt it was obligatory for vision holders, regardless of favorability? Then again, he could always offer a fraction of his mountain-loads of wealth to help with the festivities.

At least he's competent at being a wallet.

As the others pull out their crowns and stars, weapons and artifacts, eager to thank the one responsible for the gifts, an unknown emotion bubbles in his stomach. It's faint, but it's there.

He tries to look away.

"Everyone, everyone! They're entering the gates!" Fischl announces uncharacteristically to the room as her eye glows brightly, undoubtedly looking through Oz's eyes from the sky.

"We should wait by the statue to welcome them, right?" Barbara chirps in, hands clasped and wavy hair bouncing with every step.

Diluc watches as people steadily leave the room, following last as they walk down the steps to greet the approaching group. Some civilians gathered to see the scene, others didn't really understand what a Player or Creator was to a vision holder, while Diluc—

Diluc stood by the steps to see them crowd around you.

You, surrounded with words of gratitude and cheerful squeals. He sees the smile on your face and feels relief that you don't seem too overwhelmed.

He leaves the area without a second thought.

•

He doesn't exactly see you around the next few days. With Mondstadt celebrating a new festival, the taverns were always full and busy with customers (both local and foreign). You were probably busy too, spending time with the different allogenes and entertaining those who came from Liyue to meet you. He's heard of a funeral consultant with three crowns (are consultants that admirable of a job to you?) and an adeptus gifted with various five-star polearms (this was understandable for the adepti, unlike the consultant).

He doesn't expect to see you at all until you leave for the next nation, honestly.

That is, until the tavern settles into a more peaceful atmosphere and Jean rushes in with several other allogenes. It's unusual to see his childhood friend in the tavern; still, he greets her amicably and asks what brings her here.

"(Name) will be coming here soon with Kaeya and a few others. It's a little impromptu, but we were hoping for a place to settle in with drinks. Perhaps try some apple cider." She smiles, taking a seat by the bar.

(Name)? Jean was already on a first name basis with the Creator?

Diluc thinks perhaps Jean truly is the favorite, she does have a few golden stars in her home.

Somehow, it's not surprising at all to know that his apple cider was famous enough to drag you in. At least there's something about the Dawn Winery in your favor. He promptly gets his employees to work, clearing a few tables near the bar, rearranging the furniture to give space good enough for a group.

Your entrance into the bar was just as lively; with your favored allogenes chatting away with you, everyone falling into place at different parts of the tavern, ordering drinks and meals.

He's glad you enjoy apple cider.

•

You're trying to play it cool, really. Trying your best not to get overexcited and glomp everyone and everything.

You're taking things step by step as you converse with Jean, Lisa, and Albedo; as you share meals with Barbara and Sucrose; as you play with Klee and Diona; tour the city with Fischl and Bennett. There's plenty of time to meet everyone and your schedule has been filled to the brim with all the fun your having.

You'll see that glimpse of red hair again— one that was lingering by the Cathedral staircase. Diluc doesn't like crowds, so it's fine that he isn't approaching you. It's also fine that he hasn't visited at least once, unlike the several raging from Liyue to Sumeru who took the journey to meet you early.

Diluc is too busy a person to meet you; whether it's because of the winery or his darknight hero duties, you wouldn't dare take his time.

— but when are you supposed to give him all the gifts you've brought for him???

Your determination to build him up in one go, from Talent levels to Constellations to Artifacts and Weaponry, all came down to this moment — and the man was simply nowhere to be seen!

An unknowingly loud sigh escapes your lips, catching the attention of the Cavalry Captain next to you.

"Now, what's got our (Name) so down in the dumps?" Kaeya hums, glancing at your face as you stutter a response.

"Aah it's not that, it's just. . ."

Your brother is too busy, I just want to meet him!!

"I'm thirsty." You deflect, looking around for a stall. The streets of Mond were nothing like the minimized version you see in the game; with the city being ten times larger than what you remembered it to be.

"Oh! Oh! Klee suggests apple cider!" The little girl giggles, running around your legs in excitement, "Angel's Share is nearby and big brother Albedo alwaaays takes me there for apple cider!"

Angel's Share. Bartender. A great idea has appeared!

At the excited look on your face, Jean walks up ahead of you.

"Why don't I go and inform the tavern to prepare us a space first, it would save us the waiting time."

"That would be great, Jean!"

•

You hope you aren't being too obvious.

With the way your eyes would linger on him, casting side glances and hoping he would greet you to strike up a conversation, the way most allogenes do. You didn't want to abruptly disturb his work, nor do you want seem desperate, so you waited for his initiative.

Yet, Diluc lingers just a little outside your group's circle. Your food and drinks were refilled by Charles, you've talked with nearly everyone but the person you want to talk to.

"It's getting pretty late, we should head home for the night." Someone suggests.

What?

No!

"Hm? Do you still have something in mind?" Kaeya asks. You realized you said it out loud, catching the attention of nearby patrons.

With a frantic glance around the tavern, your eyes make contact with Diluc's. He pauses as well, wondering what caused your little outburst.

You are definitely not leaving, not when you don't know when you could catch Diluc in his free time again! You'd be leaving for Liyue by then!

Hands slamming the table to stand up and with a small burst of courage, you approach the bartender who turns away from Charles. He raises an eyebrow at your approach. It's odd the way you feel flustered and nervous, finally facing him.

Pausing just in front of him, he looks on curiously.

"Would you like a refill?" He asks.

"A-ah no, I mean, yes but that's not why I'm here. I. . ." You stutter, stumbling over your words as you try not to behave awkwardly. Should you start with a casual topic?

"You seem to be quite busy." You say.

Diluc blinks. He isn't sure what you're implying. Neither is Kaeya or Jean, who stopped to look at the exchange of words.

"I suppose. . . but as a winery, we do thrive in impromptu festivities." He replies curtly before realizing, was it rude that he never visited the Creator?

"Ah, is it my lack of visit? I apologize, I would have visited but it seems that you were quite satisfied with your favorites and-"

"No, no, no," You wave your hand, cutting him off, "I understand you're busy. You don't have to visit at all! How could I take your time— wait," You pause, recalling his words.

"Favorites?" You tilt your head, "What do you mean I seemed satisfied with my favorites? What do you mean by favorites?"

"Your favorites... allogenes who received your favor. Those you have granted gifts."

Your jaw laxes. Favorites? They decided you play favorites based on how much you've built them?

"You think. . ." You say carefully, not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings, "That I offer gifts to my favorites?"

Diluc nods slowly, unsure of your questioning.

Although it would be a lie to say you didn't have your personal favorites, it would still be inaccurate that it's based on gifts. After all, you built everyone who came home by chance. As an avid player, you did your best to farm and push everyone to their full potential.

Diluc, however, never came home no matter how much you wanted him to. It can't be possible that he doesn't know how much he is loved, right?

"Then what about you?" You blurt out, "How do you think I view you?"

He stares at you oddly. At this point, many around you had stopped to tune in. Everyone knew Master Diluc never received your favor, so why are you conversing with him?

Meanwhile, Diluc wonders if you want him to admit it. Must he say it in front of everyone how he never received gifts?

"I suppose. . . I'm not one of them. It's quite understandable. I don't intend to question your judgement—"

"What?" You exclaim, a look of shock crosses your face, "You think I don't like you?" Voice raised in disbelief, you feel the eyes of many turning to watch the scene.

Diluc mirrors your confusion.

"I can't believe you would– no, that isn't it at all!" You stutter over your words, a frantic need to prove him wrong goes through you, "You— you of all people!"

"Me?" He repeats.

"I've always wanted you!"

A silence settles over the tavern. Did you have to put it so bluntly? You freeze in shock at your own words. Diluc's expression of disbelief turns flustered, face turning as red as his hair.

Explain yourself.

"I- I mean, I've always wanted you to come home. Ever since the start, really! It's just that you never did-"

"Hmm... so it implies that it's out of your control, correct?" Kaeya piqued, looking on curiously. He's been listening in the entire time. You nod your head.

"Yes! It's a game of chance for me as well. It's not to say that favor is an accident, I truly wanted everyone to come home! It's just that—" You turn to Diluc, "You never did, no matter how much I wanted you to. How was I supposed to give you your gifts?"

Diluc snaps out of his shock, blinking at you, "Gifts?"

"Yes, gifts! I've been saving them up for you, ever since the start." You pause, shyly looking away, "When I said I wanted you since the beginning I meant it. I came here for you, after all."

He looks at you in disbelief, and probably half the tavern as well. You can't help the small chuckle from your lips. With an outstretched hand, something materializes between you. It glows a blinding golden light, before settling to reveal–

"Wolf's Gravestone. It's a weapon for you."

You didn't have to say it— anyone with eyes could see how it was practically made for Diluc. With large handles and a color scheme that matches his own, Wolf's gravestone doesn't look as divine or ethereal as the other weapons you've gifted, but it looked just as powerful, if not menacing.

With a gesture, Diluc grips the handle.

"Fits like a glove." Kaeya whistles, impressed. As does the rest of the tavern who stopped to stare.

Suddenly, flames burst forth from the weapon. It sears and glows red. Unlike the common claymore that can't handle the the prowess of Diluc's flames, Wolf's Gravestone embraces it. Like an extension of his own hand.

He breaks his gaze away from the weapon to look at you.

"Thank you. . ." He mutters softly, but it's genuine. You smile.

"That's not the last of it, you know."

"What?"

With another flick of your hand, artifacts and talent books materialize. They flow around him like a dance as more and more begin to appear, lighting up the tavern like the night sky.

"I told you I brought gifts!"

All the days spent farming for him and other pyro characters finally paid off. The glimmering artifacts reflected in his own red eyes as he stares, entranced.

Favor did not come to him in meteor showers like it did to the other allogenes; rather, it came to him in your form. Proof of him being loved. The spectacle continued— after the artifacts and talent levels were the constellation (the crowd ooh'ed and aah'ed at the sight), then came the five star apparel (a nostalgic sight to him, and it changed his flames to a darker red), and the ascension materials you passed off as trinkets.

By the end of it, he had a hand over his lower face, his red bangs hid just the ends of his eyes. "I just thought I wasn't that favorable. . ." He muttered and you leaned in to peek at his covered face, wondering why he was shying away.

But it was evident to the tavern— the pink dusted ears, the flushed cheeks, and the overwhelming emotion in his eyes. Diluc Ragnvindr was flustered, and it's a sight enough to make even the drunks place down their beers for a closer look.

You bit your lip, trying to prevent the widest of smiles, "Do you believe yourself loved now?" You ask and he gives the faintest of nods.

"Thank you," He says, "For favoring me."

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note !! THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE a very short brainrot that became a fic huhuhuhu

I don't often write creator sagau themes but here we are! this is like peak diluc simpery idk ive never been this down for a man. i wrote this immediately after getting his skin i just got so excited 😅 I wanted to spoil him so bad (but i gave all his mats to thoma before he came home :< )

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#DILUC MY BELOVED #MWAH MWAH DILUC DESERVES ALL MY LOVE