Happy Birthday, Collei!
Thanks for the flower garland! Hehe, it's beautiful. Cuilein-Anbar looks really pretty wearing it~
Oh, you still have some shopping to do? I can recommend some great places!
Huh? You want to buy extracurricular books for me? YโYou don't have to! Your handmade garland is more than enough, really!
Umm... Then, please don't choose something that's too difficult to understand... Please and thank you!
Thanks to ใ ใญใพใ for the fantastic artwork!
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delicate things they do โก kazuha, xiao, diluc, childe, and albedo
synopsis my thoughts on the cute and romantic things they would do in a relationship
warnings fluff, gn!reader, modern!au, they just love u so much
NOTES guys i love my beloved boys kinda miss maining them tbh - also new layout for my intro thing yipee
kazuha loves writing little love notes on a sticky note to place on your bedside table. he loves writing encouraging notes for you to read every morning. when he has morning classes and you don't, he will write 'i have morning classes :( hope you slept well, my love <3 i finish around noon today so wait for me, yeah? i'll take you out to lunch later'.
xiao isn't the most touchy person, and he prefers to keep his personal space. however, when you are walking to campus or anywhere together, he will link your pinkies together instead of holding your hand. to him, linking your pinkies together just seems more intimate to him, especially since he doesn't really like pda that much.
diluc names a drink after you. not your full name, but something that just reminds him of you. it's a sweet and cute act that you can't help but smile when he tells you about it (his ears turn red and he can't meet your eyes). it may be a strong drink or even a soft drink, but he makes the drink so pretty that you can't help but take lots of pictures of it.
childe loves sending you letters when he's away on a mission. even if he's busy, he will make time for you and write you a two-page letter, telling you how he's been doing, how the mission is going, and how much he misses you โ it's always a two-page letter. he might send you back a small trinket from wherever he's going in the letter.
albedo helps you with studies. it doesn't seem so intimate or romantic, but he genuinely loves helping you with things you don't understand. he's really patient with you and is willing to go over the explanation again if you don't understand. once you successfully finish a question, he will reward you with a kiss.
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Huge shout to my friend from an undergraduate philosophy program who started working out every single day, not for health benefits or to become conventionally attractive or whatever, but because -- and this is a direct quote -- he was concerned that otherwise he might "become lost in the world of signs and forget the things they signify". I have thought about this every single time that I've worked out since.
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i'd know the difference
warning -> none, sfw, fluff <3 | happy birthday Diluc
diluc x gn reader | Anthology
His back was tired. Tense muscles ignited by the sunlight pouring through the window. Diluc rolled his shoulder, dug his fingers into his trapezius muscle, and squinted at the sharp pain that ran down his arm.
The forms on his desk hardly dwindled since this morning. He swore they multiplied each time he placed one neatly into an envelope and pressed his seal into the ruby wax.
A knock at his study drew his gaze. "Sir, Diluc, the barrels are ready for inspection." A muffled voice slipped under the doorframe, their movements silenced by the heavy wood.
"I will be there momentarily," Diluc responded as his father's fountain pen glided across the final page of a contract. Another seller from Inazuma. Requests from the sealed-away nation had increased substantially after the Raiden Shogun opened trade routes. While it meant the Winery was bound to see a profitable quarter, he was bound to see many more sleepless nights.
Diluc filed the contract away into a water-sealed container and dropped it into a small, wooden box meant for outgoing correspondence. Three other letters softened the container's fall. He hadn't even made it halfway through.
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The halls of the Winery were filled with still light, the decorated walls made everything compact but he had grown used to the opulent clutter. As a child, he spent many hours staring at the picture frames. Distant lands he hoped one day to traverse; he did and found that each depiction served little justice to the actual thing. The ornate rug muffled his steps and he moved swiftly toward the stairs. He fussed with his vest until something soft grazed his arm.
A fresh bouquet of flowers was placed on a tall, rounded table near the balcony overlooking the lower floor. A rich, sweet, earthy aroma filled his nose. Shades of royal blue, amber, and honey mixed with lush green. He rubbed a petal with his thumb and index finger, the satin texture unaffected by the roughness of his hand.
The corner of his lips lifted.
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"There you are," Diluc said from the garden's edge. He had a feeling you'd be out here. Hard at work preparing beautiful arrangements you'd later place in the Winery. If he wasn't careful, he'd be trapped here forever watching you weave through the swaying flowers. He thought to ask a painter to capture the scene, but, in the end, he decided against it - there were some things he preferred to keep to himself.
"Morning," you called out, rising from the flower bed. With the back of your hand, you pushed up your sun hat.
The metal click of the gate rang out as Diluc made his way into the garden, narrow paths made it difficult for him to see where his feet landed while you moved through them with practiced grace. "How long have you been out here?" he asked.
"About as long as you've been cooped up in your study. I figured once you'd ultimately emerged, you'd appreciate being greeted by something lovely," you explained as you shooed a bug away from the ends of his hair.
"So why were you not waiting for me then?" he asked, teasingly, but in his heart he was serious. Your face was the thing he enjoyed most.
You shook your head and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "I'll remember that for next time." With ease, you turned down the path and made your way to a sun-bleached table holding several bundles of partially trimmed flowers. He followed after you.
Diluc watched you work. Skilled fingers stripping the stems of their leaves, the soft clipping of prunes as you, one by one, measured the height of each flower. He moved in, drawn to you like the bees to the flowers.
"You smell divine," he professed and reached to steal your hat so he could kiss your head. The sun clung to every strand of your hair and warmed his desperate lips.
"Are you sure it's not just the flowers?" you asked, chuckling softly, your hands busy with bundling a fresh bouquet.
"I'm sure." Diluc stepped closer to you, his chest pressing against your back, his fingers trailing down your arm and fixing the shawl that had fallen off while you worked. He kissed the space below your ear and breathed you in. "I'd know the difference anywhere."
You turned just enough to look into his eyes and the sight of your face made his heart beat wildly. He shielded you with your hat and, with a gentle hand he cupped your throat, his thumb held your chin so he could keep you still and let his lips linger against your own until he was satisfied.
Even in a field of flowers, none of them compared to you - none could ever compare to
his favorite.
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