#dadluc

[pearlywritings]

A 'family only' day

synopsis: there is a special day every month that you get to spend with your husband and kids while everyone else is dismissed from the manor.

pairing: Diluc x fem!reader, your twin sons Rufus and Lucas

tw: fluff, domestic moment, a tiny bit of intimacy, twins are five in this one

word count: 4.5k+ words

Family AU Masterlist

Strong pair of arms have you pinned to a big warm body, wide chest pressing to your back, legs interlocked under the pushed to the waist blanket, and face buried in the nape of your neck. Calm deep breathes blow your locks a little, stray hairs tickling your skin, making your shoulder jerk involuntarily. Even through the thick veil of sleep you are highly aware of how clingy your redhead husband is. There is so little space between your bodies left, even his nose is pressed just beneath your hairline and lips practically on your neck.

Despite loads of work he had to fulfill every day the man isn't a morning person at all. Most days he forces himself out of the bed, chanting a mantra in his head that the earlier he starts, the sooner he can give all his undivided attention to you and your boys, sleeping in only on weekends that you made him declare a 'no-work days' or, how maids in your mansion like to call it - 'fun only' days.

One might ask, why not 'family only' days? Well…

Your body stirs when Diluc unconsciously brings himself flash to your back and suddenly the heat is all too palpable. Groaning in discontent you squirm, trying to get a little bit further from him, but he doesn’t budge. Instead the muscles on his scarred arms flex and you can almost feel bulging veins through the thin fabric of your nightwear.

Sleep is slowly leaving you.

With another groan, which transforms into a yawn, you attempt to at least stretch, arms reaching forward and back curling, the small of it pushing directly into the man’s stomach, which makes him huff. The lock of arms relaxes a bit. Gripping the sheets as far as your hand could reach, you try to scoot away from him, but Diluc grunts, this time flexing his legs around yours.

“My flame…” you almost miss him sigh your little nickname out with the way his face found refuge between your shoulder blades. “Don’t go…”

“Dear,” stifling another yawn, you quietly chuckle. Secretly, despite his high body temperature feeling uncomfortable, you are very much enjoying his neediness and desire to stay close. “We have two fireflies to take care of.”

“Just a little more…” He drawls, pressing a kiss to the open patch of skin. Humming, distracted by his drowsy words and sweet gestures, you fail to notice when the arm squished under your body moves higher. His hand gently envelops your breast and gives it a light squeeze, a big palm completely covering the globe.

"Love…" You murmur contently, taking a hold of his other hand, still wrapped around your middle. "We can have some time for ourselves in the evening. Boys will be here soon."

"Let me just… Feel you…" his voice is still hoarse, and for Archon's sake, here he is, softly fondling with your tender flesh, planting slow kisses to the side of your neck. There is no rising desire, just sweet intimacy the man felt like he was depriving you of the whole week, and it feels so comforting that your lashes tremble in the eyelids’ attempts to not slide close. "You are so soft and fit in my arms so nicely, I don't want to let you go…"

"But I need to get to the kitchen, 'luc,” you try with more firmness, turning in his hold the best you can, ending on your back eventually. Diluc releases your chest and instead buries his face in your shoulder. The short hairs of his stubble tickle your skin when his jaw goes slack in a yawn.

“Why should you…”

“Of course because you cooked breakfast last time, so it's my turn. The boys are all yours, love. Come on, I know you want to see them and cuddle while I am busy with food.”

Just as if on cue, you hear shuffling footsteps with muffled conversation in the corridor and feel the man scoff at your side.

“They are not wearing slippers again,” your husband is finally more present in reality, reaching a hand to rub at his eye. “How many times should we tell them that it can be chilly in the mornings, especially with maids on their day off.”

“Hundreds and hundreds of times,” you snort in amusement. “Still can’t believe your hearing is this good. Guess those are the perks of being the Darknight Hero.”

“Oh please,” Diluc rolls his eyes and then onto his back, wiggling his arm from under your body and draping it over his stomach. Even a decade of being together doesn't save him from your occasional teasing regarding his night outings. Good thing he is the man of utter patience and his love for you can only be rivaled by one he feels for your sons. 

Just as you sit up and properly stretch, there is a series of knocks on your bedroom door.

“A moment, babies!” You shout loud enough for them to hear, and then turn to look down at Diluc, whose hair is beautifully spilling all over the pillow like a blazing flame and whose other arm is shielding his eyes from the sunlight entering through the window. It must be pretty late already.

“Don’t pout, my fire,” you murmur gently, bending down and kissing the corner of his lips. To your joy they curl in a small smile.

“I am not, love.”

“Promise?”

He peaks from under his arm and nods with an even softer smile.

“Promise. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

With one of your many small morning rituals completed you untangle yourself out of the blankets and get out of the bed, adjusting the nightclothes and marching to the door.

Two unruly manes of red are what meets you in the doorway, and then two pairs of gleaming ruby eyes, staring up at you with so much indescribable love and happiness, your heart is about to give out.

“Good morning, mama!” Twins exclaim simultaneously, reaching their hands up. You instantly bend to wrap your arms around their small bodies, for a moment lifting them just above the ground, making them squeal softly.

“Good morning, my little fireflies. How was your night?”

“I had a dream!”

“I had one too!”

You gasp in excitement.

“You did!? Will you tell us all about it during breakfast?”

“Yes!”

“I’ll be looking forward to it,” seeing delight written all over their cute faces you can’t remember what life was like, when you didn’t have these balls of sunshine to love, to cherish. Your heart throbs, weak for them and not enough to contain all your affection. But you'll smother them in kisses later, you have a mission.

Straightening up, you think Diluc had enough time to prepare himself mentally and physically for his sons’ pouncing attack, so you step aside to clear the path for the twins.

"Boys, papa wants a hug!"

They do not have to be told twice - just as you finish talking they already sprint towards the bed. You escape the room leaving behind the giggles and the groans.

And this is usually how your 'family only' days start. Once a month you have a day when all the winery staff is dismissed, leaving just you, your husband and your boys at the manor. At first this decision was made for the sake of a married couple who'd just become parents to two beautiful boys and needed to operate their time better and to make sure that not more than necessary is put on the maids' shoulders. Sure, your sons never felt unloved or as if dad or mom was absent, but with Diluc's hectic schedule it is hard to spend the whole day seeing both you and him - it usually is either you or him, with joined moments here and there. Eventually you both loved the idea so much that it became a permanent occurrence, something akin to a tradition. And boys absolutely love it too, especially when you invite the Alberichs over. After all, they are family.

Getting to the first floor you start the fire in the stove and put a kettle on it. Armed with a knife and a cutting board you begin chopping some meat to grill to go after porridge - kids took great liking to rice imported from Inazuma and semolina from Snezhnaya. Oh, right, you'll need milk for that…

Soon the mouth-watering aroma fills the kitchen

By the time the pan stops sizzling and the casserole is moved to a colder part of the stove so as not to boil off, it has probably been half an hour already. Cutting the bread you can't help but have half a mind to go and shake your boys out of their daze in case all three decided to succumb to the land of dreaming again. However, putting the plate with steaming meat in the middle of the table in the dining area, you hear the heavy footsteps traveling the second floor and descending down the stairs. And sure enough, looking up gives you a delightful sight. Shirtless Diluc with each arm occupied by a widely smiling boy, both their arms wrapped around dad's neck and cheeks pressed to the sides of his head. Glancing lower you notice slippers dangling on their feet - now you see what took them so long, Diluc made them return to their room and dress properly.

"Smells delicious," the man sighs, walking to the table, and you readily accept the younger twin in your arms. Lucas giggles, burying his face in your neck.

"'course it does, my dear meat-lover," you tease him softly, following his example and putting your son in a chair close to Rufus. Your husband then proceeds to the fireplace not so far and crouches down to prepare the wood. Meanwhile you wrap napkins around the twins' necks, fingers combing through their hair to get fiery stands out of the way.

"Babies, what do you want for a drink? Tea, hot chocolate or any kind of juice?"

"Tea!"

"Wolfhook juice!"

"And mom, can you put two cubes of sugar in my tea?"

"Sure, Lu. And then some coffee for us," Diluc nods in gratitude, done with his task to light the fireplace later, and walks behind you to help with the rest of the dishes. Or more like get glued to your back with arms loosely wrapped around your waist and chin resting on your shoulder, watching your hands work little magic on the drinks. When you step to the side, he moves with you, and it reminds you of all the times you got in front of him in the tavern, back pressed to his chest and eyes focused with wonder at his hands' skilled work.

"Did you really bring them all the way to their room to get slippers?" You feel him nod, stubble rubbing against your skin again, which makes the corner of your mouth twitch and then curl in a small smile.

"You have no idea… It's like they've played kickball the evening before. I wasn't surprised to find Lucas's under Rufus's bed, however when I spotted Ru's on top of the wardrobe I started to fear for the chandelier in their room, and their safety as a result."

"No kicking shoes policy in our house?" You hum and Diluc shakes his head almost immediately. 

"It'll hardly help."

"I mean they are your kids. And by the stories Kaeya told me it's not hard to deduce from whom the troublemaker gene was inherited from."

"You can't trust half of what he says, with his tendency to twist and overestimate the events. Besides, I don't think such a gene even exists."

"Does it really matter?" You half-turn your head to face him, and the redhead doesn't miss an opportunity to leave a peck under your eye.

"No… No, I don't think so. But we'll need to have a conversation with them."

"And we will," you assure him, carefully sliding out of his embrace. "Come on, bring these," you point at a round tray with two mugs of coffee, a cup of tea and a glass of juice on it, "to the table and I'll bring them porridge. Everything else should be there already."

"Alright, my darling," he grabs the tray and walks out of the kitchen. You quickly bring two plates and lift the lid off the casserole, dipping the ladle in. But just as one plate is filled, you hear Diluc's quite loud "boys!" exclaimed in a disapproving manner, so you hurry to fill the other plate, and join your family quickly.

The sight you witness there almost makes you double over and start laughing out loud. The plate with meat has obviously gotten emptier and the little culprits have honeyed sauce all over their hands and mouths. Two sets of ruby eyes stare down guiltily, not daring to meet the same ones of their dad.

"Rufus, Lucas," they tense, because the only times one of you uses their full names is either when you talk to someone about them, or when they are in trouble. "What did we tell you about stuffing your mouths before everyone is settled at the table?" Diluc lifts his eyebrow, awaiting for their answer.

"Not to do it…" Twins sigh, eyes still trained down.

"And what did you do?"

"We did it…"

"And what do you need to say?" Diluc takes plates from you to put on the table, while you quickly run back to the kitchen to wet some cloth.

"We are sorry…" The man nods, accepting the apology and putting their plates in front of them.

"But it's delicious!" Rufus finally lifts his gaze and pouts, and for a moment Diluc almost falls for his son's adorable expression. Was he like that when he was little? Did his father have similar troubles with him? He wishes he could remember it more vividly.

Lost in his thoughts he doesn't notice when you come back and start tending to the boys, wiping their faces and hands clean. The most surprising part is that there is no spot on their napkins, despite sauce having been coating all hands and mouths.

"I know it's delicious, babies, and dad knows that too, it's one of his favorites after all, but it's common courtesy to wait for everyone before starting the meal, okay?"

"Okay…" they sigh again and put their now cleaned hands on their lap to show that they are waiting.

"Good loves," you smile, leaving the cloth on an empty chair to tend to it later. "Darling, light the fireplace for us, please?"

Your husband nods and with a flick of his wrist there is a spark in the fireplace, soon growing into a flame, cracking sound of wood filling the room.

"Woooooow," twins turn mesmerized every time Diluc uses his vision and you find it extremely adorable.

Soon all four of you are at the table - boys in the middle and you two at their sides to help them with anything they are not yet skilled at. The dining room fills with noise of cluttering utensils, excited voices of your sons' telling you all about their dreams and your content humming and intrigued gasps as reactions.

Watching Diluc entertain his babies with even wilder stories to make their dreams feel more enthralling, you can't help but feel so proud for how much he has grown. You can remember the first months, when he was hesitant to lift them out of the crib and hold them, forced to do so only for your sake when you were too tired to get out of bed at night. How stiff he was whenever one of them asked about the many scars littering his body whenever they caught him with rolled sleeves or shirtless. How he was stressing to you, worried, that he was not showing them enough affection. He always did enough, and even if it took you, twins and Adelinde a couple of years, the four of you managed to convince him of that. Even Kaeya told you that it'd been awhile since he saw his brother that happy. 

Diluc truly enjoys fatherhood.

Sun is even higher in the sky when the last spoonfuls are eaten and the last gulps of drinks are taken. Boys are freed of napkins and are sent to play on the couch, while you and Diluc bring everything back to the kitchen.

"Your turn to entertain them," your husband effortlessly moves you aside and takes place in front of the sink. "Besides you cooked a delicious breakfast, that's the least I can do."

"Mmm, if you say so," you press a kiss to his bare shoulder and walk towards the exit. "We'll be waiting for you!"

"Mama!" Twins exclaim happily, rolling on the couch and you can see why Diluc got concerned - it was just one minute, and their slippers are already everywhere. Right now you can spot only two and they do not match.

"What are you two up to?" Boys grin at you from their now frozen position on the piece of furniture - Lucas on his back with his head barely resting on the edge of the seat and hair streaming down while Rufus is crossing his brother's body with his own, lying on top of him.

"Oh, playing! Lu is a mouse and I am a cat!"

"You caught me! My turn!" The younger boy complains, trying to push his twin off, yet Rufus doesn't budge.

"No! The cat eats the mouse! Aaaah," he widely opens his mouth and grabs Lucas's arm.

"Rufus!" You quickly step forward and carefully snatch the not yet assaulted limb with one hand, cupping the cat's mouth with the other. "No biting! You are not an animal, dear."

The red-haired troublemaker mumbles something in your palm, to which you only give him a look. You enjoy motherhood as much as Diluc is content being a dad, but having two kids at a time, with both of them being boys whose energy and speed could match one of a rashboland tiger from Sumeru, can be so hard sometimes. During those moments a little warning is due.

"Well… I guess I should write and send Melissa to uncle Kaeya and tell him that his nephews have been so naughty lately…" These words make them tense. "You know, and he was so glad when he promised to visit us today…"

"Uncle will come!? And Callie? And Auntie??"

"Yes, they wanted to, but now… Hm… Not so sure…"

Rufus instantly tears your hand away from his mouth and, clutching your fingers tightly in his smaller ones, looks at you with determined eyes.

"And if I say I won't bite?"

"Hmm… Only if you promise."

"I promise!"

"Will you keep it?"

"Yes!"

"Alright, then they will be happy to come," boys cheer, rolling on the sofa again, but this time to sit properly.

"When will they come?"

"Around noon. We still have plenty of time to get ready and maybe go for a walk by the lake."

"Oh, dad will beat slimes!" Rufus throws his fists forward excitedly. Truly, the creatures are common there, coming from Dragonspine and settling on the lake not so far from the Winery. Diluc always makes sure to clear the area before kids can go and play by or in the water and the oldest takes great interest in how skilled his father is with a heavy claymore. Once he tried to lift it - thank Archons he realized after a minute it's impossible and didn't get hurt.

But that’s for later. Now you carefully pry them from each other and sit in-between, happily welcoming both in your embrace as they sprawl themselves in your lap.

“Mama is so warm…” Lucas murmurs, blissfully smiling and burying his face in your stomach. Rufus is resting on his back with head on your thigh and fingers tugging and playing with yours.

“She is,” He confirms his twin's words, eventually pulling your hand to rest on his chest, which you do, reaching the other one to put on the younger boy’s back.

“Thank you, fireflies,” your smile is so tender and your features turn so delicate, that Diluc doesn’t dare to step further into the room, frozen in the doorway, eyes not leaving your lovely face he kissed so many times and will do so many more.

“But you know who is even warmer?” Your gaze flickers up and the man knows - he’s been caught staring. It really shouldn’t, you’ve been together for so long, but still it brings soft flush to his cheeks.

“It’s papa!”

“But mama is softer,” Diluc approaches you three and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, fingertips grazing your skin lightly. You can't help but chuckle.

“Sure I am. Now, since dad is done with the dishes, off to the bathroom, we have teeth to brush and hair to comb. Diluc, please be a dear and find their slippers.”

The man dramatically groans.

It’s almost an hour later when your morning routine is done, clothes chosen and boys are helped to dress (they love choosing their own clothes though), you and Diluc are also done with your beautiful tea-length dress and your husband’s vest suit. He looks so damn good in brown, so it’s not a surprise you attacked him with kisses. Which kind of backfired, because as of now he doesn’t want to let you go, caging you in his embrace and giving your neck a sweet kiss.

"Mmm, I think you can add a necklace to your look, my flame," he hums low, glancing at the mirror behind you. "Yes, it should look good. How about that choker with a heart-shaped pendant you bought not so long ago?"

"You really think so?" He lets you turn in his embrace, but not stray farther, and lowers his head to kiss your shoulder as you are regarding your own reflection with sharp eyes. "Hm, it seems likely, let me try."

Diluc moves your hair aside and waits for you to fasten the tiny lock of a pretty piece of jewelry. It hugs your neck just right yet you still tug a little to make sure it's not tight.

"You look gorgeous," the man smiles, abandoning his place behind you and taking it by your side.

"Says who? The most handsome husband in all Teyvat," you tease and the loving tone of your voice makes his heart flutter.

"Just don't let Kaeya hear it. He will not stop complaining," and you laugh.

"Nuh, he'll surely only smirk and say that he is the sexiest then," Diluc rolls his eyes.

"Sure he will. Can you get the kids? I'll go grab my claymore and check on Melissa."

"Of course, dear. See you at the front door."

Sharing one more kiss you part your ways with Diluc heading downstairs and you walking to the twins' room. There you find both sitting on Rufus' bed, clearly making plans about what they are going to do when uncle's family arrives.

"Oh, oh, you think they'll be on horses?"

"They will! Maybe papa lets us use ours."

A horse walk huh? That sounds nice. Your and Diluc's stallions should be well-rested as you haven't ridden them in a couple of days. Besides you have two amazing grooms working at the Winery stables, taking care of all the horses you own to help the workers with transportation.

"Then I want to sit with- oh, mama! Hi!" Lucas widely smiles upon your entrance and jumps onto the floor, quickly followed by Rufus. Your gentle gaze travels over their cute grinning faces, fiery bangs framing sparkly gem-like eyes. Today they, surprisingly, both opted for ponytails, though Lucas chose a high one, while his brother - a low one. The younger twin looks extremely adorable in lemon yellow shorts and white short-sleeved shirt and Rufus gives a bit maturer vibes with gray shorts, black suspenders and a similar shirt. With relief you notice that their sandals have not been kicked off.

"Hey, baby," you eagerly take their hands in yours, squeezing with affection. "Ready to go for a walk with me and dad? Who knows, maybe we'll meet your uncle's family in the process."

"Yes"

"Let's go!"

And just like that you are tugged out of their room. The way to the front door is short, but Diluc managed to beat you three to it. Here he is standing, with the heavy weapon easily balanced in one hand, while the other gently petting the falcon's feathers. Melissa is occupying one of her favorite spots - on his shoulder, flapping her wings a little and making impatient screeching noises - she is a young bird after all.

Sharp golden eyes stare at you three, but there is no malice, maybe just a tiny bit of judgment for taking so long. Giving her a sheepish smile, you earn a chuckle and a fond gaze from your red-haired partner. Upon walking closer you then notice Diluc's whole left arm - from shoulder to his wrist - clad in a leather sleeve to protect both clothes and skin from his bird companion's claws. All of these - the claymore, the majestically looking falcon, the gear, the gorgeous suit, and a high ponytail with thick locks cascading down his back, creates an otherworldly image of your husband.

"Hi there, handsome~" You can't help yourself from a little flirting slip of your thoughts, grinning when light pink dusts his cheeks.

"Says the beautiful one," he gently murmurs, and your heart melts. Before you can shoot more sweet compliments and tease each other for a little bit longer, two whining voices interrupt the moment, drawing both of yours and Melissa's attention back to the twins. They look discontent.

"Mom, dad, ew!" They tug on your fingers. "You promised the walk, let's go, let's go!"

You share an apologetic, but loving look with Diluc, and he reaches for the handle to twist it and push the grand door open.

The air is filled with loud laughter and splashes of crystal clear water. The falcon is contently soaring in the sky, observing the Dawn Winery grounds with her keen eyes. 

She spots a lone horse, a beautiful raven black stallion trotting to the wonderful direction, and the horseman is all too familiar to her. With a resounding cry, she dives down and smoothly glides along her path to the Cavalry Captain, who lifts his head and shades his eye from the bright spring sun.

"Looks like we are being welcomed," he smiles, spotting his brother’s winged companion. Sitting in front of him Callie also glances up, squinting, but eventually making out the silhouette of a nearing bird.

“You think she’s gonna sit on your head again?”

“Only one way to find out.”

And sure enough - once Melissa reaches the two, she immediately lands on Kaeya’s head. Mindful of her claws, she quickly settles there with a content squeak, earning the girl’s giggles and Kaeya’s sigh.

“And why am I not surprised…”

Just like that they continue their path, only hurrying the horse a little, eager to share this spring afternoon with the Ragnvindr family.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc x fem!reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #dadluc #genshin oc #genshin impact fluff #pearly family au

[cat00pants]

You know when cats claws get stuck in your shirt after you pick them up? Ya.

#diona #genshin impact #genshin #diona genshin impact #diluc genshin impact #dadluc #do not the cat #found family #diluc with a bow 🔥 #my art #catpants

[orbitalmoonrat]

Imagine The AFTERMATH of Koda being caught by Diluc doing vigilante business. It would be CHAOTIC.

#orbitalmoonrat #thomaluc #thomaluc kids #genshin impact #genshin impact oc #dadluc #diluc #genshin impact diluc #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #comic #ask #anon #nini doodles

[thekaiqueen]

Fischl: Diluc can we get a clown for the birthday party?

Diluc: Fischl, i already invited Kaeya

#incorrect genshin quotes #fischl #diluc ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #ragbros #dadluc

[bagofdo-ritos]

Dadluc reading bedtime stories to his little animal kids 🐦‍⬛🐈🐺

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[burquillos]

Dadluc content. Dadluc content. Dadluc con-

#genshin impact #comic #genshin razor #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #dadluc #it is now a tag>:)

[applesandcecilia]

Felt like drawing something wholesome for a change. So here's Dadluc napping with his owlets/lion cubs (Jean's taking the photo). Oldest to youngest (and also coincidentally top to bottom children): Nessa (10), Lucas aka mini dad (8), Selene (7)

Fatherhood looks good on Diluc tbh

And yes Nessa‘s plushie is from Uncle Kae hehehehe

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanart #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #implied jealuc #diluc x jean #dadluc #small artist #art #cecilia’s doodles

[meili-sheep]

I can't remember if this was ever talked about or not but, does Diluc have any 'unofficially' adopted children?

What are their opinions on his harem?

So I Believe I've talked about how the haram reacts to the kids but no the kids reacting to the Harem. And I think each kid kind of has their favorite. So let's go by each kid and their favorite.

Diona

Dad protector number home. So getting close to Diluc is generally a criminal offense in here eyes. So most of the harem she loathes. Kaveh and Zhongli get bonus hate points because of their drinking habits. Itto is just too loud. Eula is probably getting judged on her reputation same with Al Haitham. But no extra hate. Albedo and Xiao she just doesn't vibe with. They are too indifferent. Ayato and Thoma get extra hate points for being dog people. The only one she really ends up liking and tolerating.... is Childe. It's partly because Childe actually put up with her and sort of knows how to deal with her. He's a family man and treats her like one of his no matter how mean she is to him. Because he knows it's not real hate. So while she still says he's gross and got cooties. She actually really likes Childe.

Bennett

So unlike Diona Bennett really like most of Diluc's suitors. He's already kind of used to having a hoard of Dads so as long as they make Diluc happy. But his favorite... It's Kaveh. Partly because Bennett... Presents Kaveh's biggest challenge. No matter what Kaveh builds Bennett can break it. And to be honestly Kaveh loves it. He loves trying to make Bennett proof things. So they just bounds and attach so well. Like he gets along with everyone else but with Kaveh. They just click man.

Fischl

So Fischl's favorite might through people through a loop. because this person doesn't reallly do kids but they both end up with a weird soft spot for each others. So it's Ayato. And while Ayato not a big fan of the kids in general he really does have a soft spot for Fischl because of her acting and her dramatic speech. He finds a lot in it actually quite admirable because it's her trying to be the person she wants to be. For Fischl part she like Bennett gets along with most of the Harem but few understand her. (Al Haitham does be he doesn't play along) But Ayato always plays along with her. He's not nearly as dramatic but he'll play any roll she gives him and he does it well and I think she understand him in a way only people who wear masks can understand each others.

Klee

So We all know who Klee (and by extension Alice) Is rooting for. Like clears as day it's Albedo But I think like Bennett Klee gets along with Kaveh really well so he's runner up. He also likes testing out building that can with stand Klee's bombs. And She loves hearing around all the homes he's made for people She also really like Thoma just because he's the best! To be fair most of the harem gets "Is the best!" treatment from Klee like even Al Haitham does because thought he doesn't smile he reads to her and probably even made protective head gear for her. I think Ayato and Xiao are the ones she likes the least. Because Ayato's smile always feel off and Xiao probably avoids her like the plague (for her own safety in his mind)

Razor

So this one really crakes me up because like Diona Razor doesn't trust a lot of the harem. He's a bit more protective of Diluc then the others (Save Diona of course) But funny enough that one he gets along with the most is Al Haitham. Because he's blunt he's straights forwards and despite being so smart Razor can always understand him. And honestly. Part of it is because Al Haitham doesn't really know how to interact with children so he kind of treats them like pets? And yeah that works Razor.

#diluc harem #kaveh #kaveh genshin #childe #tartaglia #ayato #kamisato ayato #albedo kreideprinz #albedo #al haitham #dadluc #diona kätzlein #diona #razor genshin #bennett #fischl #fischl von luftschloss narfidort #klee #klee genshin #kavehluc #chiluc #ayatoluc #haithamluc #albeluc

[vvolfkidscribbles]

Girl dad Diluc canon mihoyo told me :)

#genshin impact #art #genshin #diluc #fischl #diona #found family #dadluc #diluc is a dad #this hc is so real to me #it just feels correct #genshin hcs #genshin impact fanart #genshin fanart #dont mind my little sidenotes theyre for when i may make this digital lol #diluc the kinda dad to know what a safety short is #oh also diluc does mma in this one #good dad diluc #sibling diona and fischl #wolfs art

[wyvernne]

before dawn / with iron and blood

word count: 7k

illustration source: Genshin Impact official webtoon

tags: Diluc Ragnvindr/reader, kidfic, graphic depictions of violence, hurt/comfort, angst

Diluc just wants to protect his children from the horrors of the world. Sometimes that’s not enough.

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Your daughter wails, letting out loud, hiccuping sobs that fill the manor. Diluc is up from his desk in an instant, nearly stumbling over a strewn toy horse left behind in his office in his haste to get to the both of you.

You sit on the sofa, cooing softly to your daughter, and it’s not until Diluc rounds the corner that he spots the first aid kit.

“Oh, mein Kleine,” Diluc sighs, kneeling beside you. “What happened?”

You lean over for a kiss, which Diluc obliges. Your smile tells him that it’s nothing to fret over, but it’s the protective instinct within him that makes his heart ache when he hears his children cry.

“She was already fussy because she’s teething, but our little one was trying too hard to keep up with her big brother,” you chide, tapping your finger against her nose. Your daughter, despite her tears, reaches up and presses her little hands over her face in response.

Diluc’s heart feels so full. For you. For the daughter you both dote over. For your sweet, innocent son, undoubtedly pretending to be on some bold adventure just outside.

“Is he still playing?” he asks.

You nod, smoothing a hand over your daughter’s head. “One of the maids graciously agreed to watch him while I tended to this little one.”

His daughter holds her little hands out to him, hiccuping. They’re a little scraped up, but otherwise not terribly injured. Still, Diluc coos at her, presses a kiss to each of her palms.

“Look, papa makes it all better, hm?” you murmur, stroking her cheek with your knuckles. “Shall we ask him to show us the crystalflies?”

It’s a parlor trick Diluc had long since mastered back when his son was just a newborn. Kaeya had shown him, and seeing how well it seemed to soothe the young baby, Diluc has since reluctantly borrowed the mirage.

He opens his palm to reveal a crystalfly made of flames. It flutters, or at least appears to, in a short circle. He’s careful not to move it too close to his daughter, but controlling such a small amount of concentrated elemental energy is easy enough.

As always, his daughter shrieks in delight, little hands raising as she grabs at the burning crystalfly. Diluc flicks his finger, sending it spiraling over her head and far out of reach, before it dissipates into the air with a puff.

“Up we go, Liebling.” Diluc gathers the now giggling baby in his arms, nudging his nose against her cheek. She’s barely one, just learning how to walk. As stoic as she can often be, she cries incessantly when she gets hurt near her older brother. The two of you aren’t sure if it’s a result of her brother coddling her that makes her vie for his attention, but their mutual obsession has been strong since the day she was born.

Inseparable, those two.

She squeals, delighted by Diluc’s attention, and smacks her hands on his cheeks. He tries not to wince. She’s unassumingly strong for a baby, and Diluc had to learn that the hard way when she developed a penchant for hair pulling.

Her downy soft hair rustles between his fingertips as he smoothes a hand over her head.

“Da da da da da!” she chants. All her tears are gone, now, and he catches sight of the expression on your face. It feels like a mirror of his own emotions.

She squeals, grabs Diluc’s lapel and leans back with all her weight. Diluc’s head jerks forward at the motion. “Gods, she’s a brute—“

You scoff, taking the baby from Diluc’s arms before she tries to launch off of Diluc as usual. Even so, she holds fast to her father’s clothing and squeals loudly. “She got it from her father.”

Diluc tries to ease her grip, but her tiny fingers are glued tightly to his clothing. “I’m quite certain she takes after you, really.”

Your expression softens when you look at your daughter. Her excitement at seeing Diluc is more endearing to you than he expected. “Yes, yes, papa will come play with us soon.”

“Ah, meine Lieben,” he murmurs, overcome with affection, and presses a kiss to your forehead. With the baby smushed between the two of you, she shrieks, throwing her hands up and hitting Diluc in the jaw. The grin on your face seems to dull his pain. “I’ll finish up here and meet you outside, hm?”

“Do hurry. It’s your turn to help our Schatz catch frogs,” you simper. Ugh. Diluc tries his best to hide his distaste, but you know him too well for that. You part with a resounding laugh, bouncing your daughter in your arms. Diluc trails behind and stands in the doorway a moment longer, watching you chatter happily to the little girl.

He’s—

He tries not to get emotional at times like this. But having a family of his own, children to love and adore…

Gods. It’s more than he deserves. He clenches his jaw, holding back a sigh. You’d scold him for having such thoughts, but they are inevitable. These bloodstained hands of his have no right to reach for you.

Diluc turns, moving to shut the heavy oak door. It’s best to finish this work quickly, before the children settle down for their respective naps. Perhaps the sound of their laughter will soothe his relentless thoughts.

But the noise that echoes across the winery grounds isn’t laughter. It’s a bloodcurdling scream.

Diluc’s feet act before his mind does, flinging the heavy oaken doors open. Where, where?

He spots you down by the river bank, cradling your daughter against you. Is she hurt again? But as Diluc nears, he feels his breath catch. The look on your face is pure panic, eyes darting as you scan the surrounding area.

There’s so much blood.

Seeping across the pebbles of the shoreline, snaking into the water. At your feet lies a maid, a young woman of only twenty. Diluc feels dizzy.

“My love—“ he begins, breathless. His hands come up protectively around you and your daughter.

“He’s— Diluc, he’s gone,” you manage. Your voice is shaking so fiercely it’s a wonder you’re able to get the words out.

His blood goes ice cold. “Where’s our son?”

“He’s— We can’t find him anywhere.” Your voice borders on frantic. It seems the little girl in your arms is the only thing grounding you, keeping you from falling apart entirely.

Elzer is already speaking to the watchmen a few yards away, expression grave.

“I shouldn’t have left him,” you mutter, gasping for air.

“My love, breathe. It’s okay. We’ll find him,” Diluc says. Maybe he’s hiding. He’s—

He must be hiding.

But there’s something wrong in the air. Twisted, ragged elemental traces that are all too familiar to Diluc. The bastardization of the elements that only remains at the hands of the Fatui.

It should’ve been impossible for them to make it this far on the grounds. Especially without making a commotion. There’s a zing in the air, and Diluc stiffens. He hates to doubt anyone under his purview, however…

An inside informant would’ve made this incident much easier. He can’t help but cast a glance toward the gathering crowd, weighing their reactions.

How long have the Fatui been watching, waiting for the right moment?

Diluc feels sick to his stomach. There’s a horrible, throbbing ache down his chest, icy and relentless. Panic, is what it is.

The baby is sobbing again, frightened by the reactions of those around her, and you hold her close, one hand cupped protectively against the back of her head.

He takes her from you, rocks her gently in her arms. Your daughter clings to her father desperately, rubbing her tears into Diluc’s neck. He sighs, patting her back gently. He’s gotten better at soothing babies ever since your son was born, but there’s still an anxiety that pierces him, hearing his child cry so desperately.

She can’t know what’s wrong, not at such a tender age. But she seems to sense Diluc’s unease, and whines pitifully into his clothes.

“Meine Liebe, meine Liebe, you’ll make yourself sick if you cry that hard,” he whispers. Everyone around him is desperately looking for his son, his name echoing across the vineyards in a dozen different voices. Diluc stands frozen. Immobilized by fear. Deep down, he knows his son will not be found here. Not here. Somewhere darker, colder. Somewhere he may slip away forever.

“Master,” a voice sounds behind him. Adelinde and Elzer approach him urgently, their expressions serious. Diluc already knows what news they bring.

“The young master is likely already gone.” Elzer’s expression is dour. After all, he and Diluc were raised closely, reared under the same commanding hand. He’s like family.

Diluc’s daughter fusses loudly, small fingers digging deeply into Diluc’s shoulder. Adelinde murmurs sweetly to her, slipping her from her father’s arms. Diluc nods gratefully, watching as she takes her up to the vineyard to distract her with the fluttering crystalflies.

Elzer moves closer. “I believe we are dealing with…” He lowers his voice. “…That organization. This is too well executed to be the work of Treasure Hoarders.”

Diluc nods. “Fatui. Even so… continue the search here. Who knows what plans those bastards have in place. I trust I can leave the estate under your watch?”

Elzer bows, hand over his heart. “As always, master.”

There’s a splatter behind Diluc. He turns, surprised, to see you retching.

“Archons, Schatz, are you alright?” he frets, rushing to your side. He lifts a hand up to rub your back.

You let out a choking sob, wiping at your mouth with the back of your hand. “He’s—“ your voice gets caught on a gasp of air. Diluc embraces you and sinks to the ground with you in his arms, trying to suppress his own rising panic. You’re usually so calm, so collected. Seeing you like this is making this entire situation far too real. “He’s gone. He’s gone.”

Diluc brushes back your hair. “He’s going to be safe. You said it yourself, he’s a clever boy. I’m sure he’s just hiding.”

It’s a blatant lie, and you both know it.

Diluc’s employees have the same stricken expressions on their faces, seeing you both so panicked. Adelinde stands nearby, cradling your now sleeping daughter. She must’ve fallen asleep after exhausting herself with tears.

“I will find our son,” Diluc swears. To you. To himself.

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Parting is harder than Diluc had expected. He’s torn in two, struggling between the desperate wish to stay by your and your daughter’s sides and the deep ache to find his son, to hold him close and breathe in his scent once more.

“Send for Kaeya,” Diluc says quietly. Gods. His brother may be borderline pathological at times, but he truly is reliable in moments like this. He’s… he’s one of the few people Diluc can trust to protect his family.

Your expression falters. You took quite the liking to Kaeya early on, despite Dilic’s irritation, but now you seem to sense his uncertainty. Melding to Diluc’s sour moods, as always. He can’t help but feel guilty. “I can protect this household myself.”

“I know, meine Liebe,” he murmurs, “but I need someone to protect you. Watch over our daughter.”

You catch his hand. There’s an awful, unspoken dread in the air between you. That this will all end badly. Neither of you are brave enough to speak it into being.

“I will return before dawn,” Diluc swears solemnly after a long moment. The look on your face is making his chest ache.

“Bring our son home,” you reply.

Your fingertips part.

Diluc doesn’t turn back. He can’t, lest his courage fall apart at the sight of the agony on your face.

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The staff members have already moved the maid back to her family home, undoubtedly to begin the long process of funeral arrangements. By the looks of her wound, it had been a swift act.

Diluc kneels before the splatter of blood against the rocks, trying to calm his pounding heart. He can’t— he can’t think about the possibilities. Or else he truly will lose his grip.

The maid was new to the staff, moving in with her father and younger sister mere months before. Young, bright, and energetic enough to keep up with Diluc’s children. She reminded him of his nanny when he was a child, but now that image seems somehow tarnished.

He mulls it over for a moment. It seems unfathomable that she would be working with the Fatui for such a length of time, waiting for the ideal moment to snatch his son away. She had so many opportunities previously, so many moments alone with his children.

He feels ill, suddenly, and presses his hand to his mouth. No.

No, this can all be dealt with once he finds his son safe and sound.

Diluc stands, raises an arm to the sky and lets out a sharp whistle. It only takes a moment for her to descend, wings spread wide as she catches the wind downward.

He bumps a finger against his falcon’s chest in greeting. “Such.”

She flies off with a screech, circling overhead. For a moment it’s difficult to tell where she’s looking, veering to the east momentarily before swooping west again.

He hesitates. Wolvendom? No… that old wolf wouldn’t stand for cruelty against a child on his land. His gaze falls to the south. Dragonspine. There’s already far too many Fatui encampments close to his home, but to think they would be so brazen as to kidnap his child.

Diluc’s jaw clenches.

He doesn’t want to think about the terrible possibilities. The Fatui haven’t shied away from horrific crimes, and the child of a noble — a noble diametrically opposed to their goals — is an ideal target.

He doesn’t have much time before they undoubtedly attempt to move his son to another location.

There’s another screech overhead. She must’ve found something. His falcon shoots off towards the west, towards the base of Dragonspine. It’s as Diluc feared.

The vineyards are still filled with the sounds of searchers. Their missions will be futile, undoubtedly. Diluc must retrieve his son alone if he is to make it in time. Before—

Iron fills Diluc’s mouth. He’s bitten his lip raw, the putrid taste of blood slinking across his tongue. He has no time to waste.

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It takes two hours to reach the base of the mountain. Diluc hurries, as fast as his feet can carry him, but even he has his limits. He’s breathless, lips numb from the freezing wind despite with his body temperature. The duration of the journey, his panic never dwindles.

Rather, it rises with each passing minute, his entire body strung tight like a wire ready to snap. He’s hyperaware of the time he’s losing. The Fatui have only gotten a short head start. But each second they have over Diluc is a second his son could be in danger.

And with the fierce snow, tracks disappear quickly. His falcon swoops overhead, hardly visible in the blizzard, guiding him. She’s a small reassurance when Diluc’s heart feels like it may thump right out of his chest.

If—

If he’s too late—

His falcon swoops down, landing elegantly on his shoulder. He jolts in surprise, shaking with the force of it. Fear threatens to overtake him, and she somehow senses that danger. Like before, years ago, when Diluc had faced the Fatui at eighteen. She was there then, watching over him.

He lowers his voice as she nuzzles against him. “Here?”

She tilts her head. It’s not a command she’s been trained for, but intelligence gleams in her eyes.

Within a breath she launches herself off of Diluc’s shoulder, soaring past the encampment. Not here, then. He edges along the water, suddenly grateful for the cover the blizzard provides. It’s becoming increasingly difficult to watch his falcon’s movement like this, however, and he soon loses her in the storm.

Diluc curses under his breath. She’s trained well, knows to find a safe place to wait out storms lest she be caught in one. But now he’s left disoriented, with no real direction.

There’s a screech, and once more Diluc is startled by his falcon swooping towards him. She’s come from straight ahead of him. Her message is clear. She must’ve found his son. Diluc… Diluc can’t express his gratitude to the bird perched on his forearm deeply enough. He only hopes she knows.

“Heimwärts,” Diluc murmurs. He lifts his arm, launching his falcon into the air. She circles once overhead, then flies back in the direction of the winery. Her arrival should, at least, be a small indication of his progress.

He pushes forward, following the trail of the icy lake, before he spots the vague shapes of tents. The blizzard isn’t as harsh here, with the outcropping of rocks shielding the encampment, but it’s still bitterly cold.

He rushes forward, then halts himself. There, on the dock, is a lone gunman keeping watch. They’re far enough away from the flock that Diluc should be able to take him out without drawing the attention of the others.

He slinks forward, the snow muffling nearly every sound. Diluc crushes his hand over the man’s mouth as he draws his knife across his throat.

He gurgles, slumping forward, and Diluc slips him into the water. He closes his eyes for a brief moment before he stands once more. He cannot dwell on these things. Not anymore.

Diluc turns, edging forward, until he can make out the shapes of Fatui soldiers. His gaze flickers over the scene, searching. There, away from the fire, his son is curled in on himself, sniffling. He grits his teeth.

“…That damned boat is taking its time,” one of the vanguards scoffs. A cold chill of dread races down Diluc’s spine. It can only mean they intend to take his son away, farther than Diluc’s reach.

No. No, Diluc would go to the Dark Sea and back for his child.

He waits a moment longer, just until they move away from his son so he can reach him first. But then there’s a loud smack, and Diluc’s son yelps. No, this is enough.

There’s hearty laughter, a rousing cheer. They seem to prematurely be celebrating their victory. Diluc lunges forward, catching one of the eight by surprise. A legionnaire, far larger than he is. But Diluc has the upper hand, and slashes the man’s stomach.

The legionnaire drops, screaming in agony as he is nearly disemboweled. Diluc raises his sword again and finishes him.

It’s a gruesome sight.

He doesn’t stop to dwell on the life he’s just taken in such a cruel way. The other seven have already jolted past their momentary surprise, readied their weapons. Diluc does a mental count. A cicin mage, an agent, two legionnaires, three vanguards.

The fire roars, bursting forth as Diluc pulls the energy towards himself, slides the fire down his blade with ease. He charges forward again, slashing them down one by one. The other two legionnaires go down easily, too vulnerable against Diluc’s vision. Their bastardization of the elements stands no chance against him.

The cicin mage pierces on Diluc’s blade, sickening and easy. Her cicins are nothing but a nuisance, and they burn well in Diluc’s flame. The same flame that soothed his daughter mere hours ago. He feels sick.

He finally clears a path to his son, dodging forward to shield the little boy. He barely has time to parry a blow from the agent, shoving him back with enough force that the Fatuus loses his footing.

It gives him a single second’s time to scoop his son up, ripping off the restraints. They barely tried, and yet such a young child is battered and bruised. Diluc seethes with rage. “Papa!” he wails, clinging onto Diluc. Diluc soothes him, slipping a hand over his head.

“I’m here, mein Schatz,” he murmurs. The agent nears. “But you must let go.”

“No!” he sobs, gripping tighter.

Diluc turns, shielding his child with his body, as the agent aims straight for his throat. The blade sinks into his shoulder as he moves to protect his son, slicing through muscle and sinew with ease.

He gasps, gritting his teeth against the pain, as his child cries hysterically in his arms. The agent rips the blade out, swinging down again. It’s all Diluc can do to tilt his head down, brace himself for the blow. With any luck he’ll maintain consciousness enough to give his son a chance to escape.

The impact never comes. There’s a gush of wind, violent and powerful, and for a moment all goes silent. Diluc’s eyes open, confused, to see the agent fifty feet away, groaning from where he’s been pinned against a rock.

Diluc doesn’t have time to ponder this anomaly. He shoves his son behind him, wincing at the deep, visceral throb that emanates across his shoulder. One of the skirmishers armed with a hammer nears them, taking his now injured comrade’s position of offense, and raises his weapon. Diluc doesn’t have time to ready his sword, opting to dodge forward and tackle the man to the ground.

He’s taken by surprise, not prepared for this kind of hand-to-hand combat.

The skirmisher goes down with a thud, nose cracking beneath Diluc’s fist. He doesn’t leave him at that. Can’t. He has to finish this.

Diluc straddles the man’s chest, fists beating down against his face again and again. He keeps at it, gloves bloodying with each hit, until he’s sure the man is dead.

He looks up, breathless, to see the horror in his son’s face.

Diluc had promised himself the day his son was born that he would never have to follow the same fate he did. Now his child is witnessing the truth of who Diluc is. Bloodied. Vile.

He staggers to his feet, picking his claymore off the ground. Keep pushing forward. He must. He must.

The agent is back on his feet. Although unsteady, he still poses a considerable threat.

Diluc charges forward, sword aimed for his opponent’s neck. The agent dodges, just barely enough to miss a fatal blow, but the claymore slices deep into his arm nonetheless. Blood pours from the wound, dark and deep and gruesome.

Diluc has only earned seconds for his son to escape. He reaches back, searching, and the young boy immediately clings to his father’s hand. He tries to speak carefully, calmly. He’s not sure how well he succeeds. “You remember what I taught you, hm? You run as fast as you can and hide well. Hide so not even papa could find you.”

Diluc’s child wails, gripping the edge of his coat. “No!”

His son is too little to properly form these whirlwind emotions into anything. The agent is up on his feet again, despite the ugly gash on his arm. Untreated, he’ll bleed out. But it’s clear he no longer cares for his own well being.

There’s no time.

“Run. Now!” Diluc snaps. It’s crueler than he intended, and he can feel the boy jolt behind him. Gods. He deserves to rot in the Abyss for all that has transpired here. “Run and hide yourself, Mäuschen. Promise papa.”

Diluc’s son shifts on his feet, hands shaking where he’s gripped onto Diluc’s hand and coat. The agent lifts his sacrificial knife, stumbling towards them. “I p—“ his son chokes, letting out another frightened sob. “Promise, papa.”

“Go,” Diluc says softly. The small grip releases from his hand, and Diluc readies his claymore once again. There’s no telling how many more are already on their way, heading to their deaths at the end of Diluc’s sword.

One of the vanguards dodges towards Diluc’s child, his little feet catching on the uneven ground.

There’s no time. Diluc swings his sword to kill, landing a blow to the side of the skirmisher’s neck. His body crumples, severed from its head.

But what awaits Diluc’s eyes is only horror. His son is covered in the skirmisher’s blood. He seems stunned, eyes wide as the thick, sickly drip of crimson slides down his cheek, dampens his clothes. The falcon that Elzer had embroidered into his shirt, that he had so proudly worn to be like his papa, stains red.

A sharp, unforgiving sick floods Diluc’s sense, makes his vision blur at the edges. “Run,” he croaks, suddenly unsteady on his feet.

Fear. That’s the look in his child’s eyes. Fear of Diluc.

He feels like the ground is spinning beneath him. He doesn’t have time to comfort his son, to wipe the thick, sickening blood from his face.

He watches his son run, despite his sobs, struggling to make his way through the deep drifts of snow. But every time he stumbles, the little boy gets up and keeps running. The darkness will aid in his escape, at least until Diluc finishes off the rest of this scum.

Diluc watches him until he vanishes from sight.

Rather than teach his children how to fight, as he had been taught from the age of five, Diluc taught them to hide, to defend themselves. It was a path Diluc chose differently from his father, to spare his children from the weight of expectations.

Diluc killed too early. He never had a choice, really, not with the expecting gaze of his father upon him. He lived to make him proud, to fulfill the dreams he held. But with Diluc’s own children…

He’s fearful of pressing anything upon them, overprotective and anxious over the smallest of ordeals.

They need not bloody themselves in childhood as he did. Diluc will carry those burdens in their steads.

A shaking voice sounds behind him. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of agreement—“

Diluc turns to the skirmisher. His vision burns wildly on his hip, seething with the same anger that fills his body. He says nothing to the Fatui as he takes their lives. They know their transgression.

He doesn’t bother keeping it neat. Really, he only needs to keep one alive.

Diluc swings his sword down, severing the man’s fingers. The scream he lets out is sickening, but Diluc feels nothing but empty anger.

“If my son was not waiting for me,” Diluc kneels down, yanks the man’s head up by his mask, “your head would be skewered upon the city walls. Thank the Archons that I haven’t the time to torture you for information myself.”

The man groans, gurgles something unintelligible. Diluc stands, lands another blow to the man’s head with the hard metal toe of his boot. It seems to knock him out cold.

He’s killed countless Fatui before. Now is no different. He merely has more precious things to protect, is all.

And now that his son is out of sight, Diluc no longer needs to hold himself back. The snow will turn crimson with their blood as retribution for this crime.

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Diluc doesn’t stop to collect himself once the gruesome deed is done. His feet carry him quickly, even amongst the rows of snow drifts.

The tracks of his son have already been covered up by freshly fallen snow. Diluc swallows. It’s too cold here. Too cold for a child of only six.

Diluc calls his son’s name, but it gets swept away in the ruthless wind.

A screech overhead. You’ve sent her back to him, which can only mean that you’ve received his message. Diluc lets out a series of sharp whistles as his falcon circles overhead, listening obediently to her master.

She takes off, swooping just to the east. It’s all he can do to scramble up the sharp rocks, following her guidance. Her eyes are his eyes; her ears, his ears.

There’s a screech, and Diluc turns. There, on the massive remains of Durin, sits his falcon. So she was watching over his son.

Diluc’s child is curled under the gaping maw of the dragon’s head, shaking.

Diluc slides down onto his knees, wrapping his arms around his son. Tries not to think about the fact that they’re both covered in blood. Even with the agonizing, throbbing ache in his arm, he holds his son close.

“Papa, I hid,” he hiccups, rubbing his eyes with his fists. Diluc rubs a hand up his back. “I hid from the bad guys.”

“You did very well,” he says quietly. Stay calm. Children are sensitive to the emotions of the adults around them. You’ve always scolded Diluc about that. But right now, he feels on the verge of hysterical. “You listened to papa very well.”

The little boy nods, almost imperceptibly, and presses close to Diluc, rubbing his face against his neck. Diluc’s chest feels tight.

“Hold on, kleiner maus. Let me look at you,” he manages. It’s with great reluctance that he peels his sobbing son away from him, hands slipping over his trembling body to check for injuries. There’s a few scrapes and bruises, a bloody nose, and a nasty gash on his knee where he’d fallen, but he is otherwise safe from any serious injury.

Even so, Diluc doesn’t feel relief.

He’s covered in blood, splattered across his cheek and neck. It’s—

It’s not his, at the very least, but that offers Diluc no comfort.

Diluc uses the sleeve to wipe at the mess. They’re both chilled through from the snow, and it’s taking all the energy Diluc has left to regulate his body heat to keep his son warm.

Diluc continues like this in silence, dabbing at his son’s nose, cleaning up as much of the mess as he can manage. He’s putting off the journey back, for now, but it’s inevitable. He’ll have to tourniquet his arm if he doesn’t want to bleed out before he makes it home.

His son has his tiny hands clenched, and Diluc soothes over his fingers. “Let papa see, hm?”

His right fist is clenched around a vision, glowing brightly. Diluc clenches his teeth. A miracle, or an omen?

It was his son’s will, then, that saved Diluc’s life. Still, if he finds that damned bard—

Diluc shakes the thought from his mind. What’s important now is that his son is safe. And relatively unharmed. And—

Gods. Completely soaked to the bone. Diluc peels off his own coat, wrapping it around his child. But his other hand is still clenched, fingers flushed and stiff from cold.

“Show papa, Fröschchen. Let papa see what you have.” It takes effort, but his breath catches when he finally succeeds at opening his hand. It’s somehow more devastating than the vision.

Inside the other hand is a crumpled dandelion flower. Bloodied at the edges. His son must’ve been protecting this flower from the moment he was abducted. Diluc can hardly make out the words his child hiccups out.

“It was for papa,” he wails, clinging to Diluc. He can no longer keep up this stoic facade. Diluc holds his child close, tears pricking at his eyes.

“You’re freezing.” He pulls him close, tugging his jacket to cover his son more tightly. The unnaturally high temperature of Diluc’s body should warm him well enough, but they cannot stay in this place any longer.

“Let’s go home,” he whispers, gathering his son in his arms.

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Arrival home comes late at night. It’s raining, just as it did on that night all those years ago. It makes Diluc uneasy.

The door opens before he can even knock, his son long since having fallen asleep in his arms.

“Gods, Diluc!” You rush to his side, hand cupping his face. “You’re freezing. And is he…?”

Diluc only nods, sliding your son into your arms. He stirs from his sleep, eyes widening when he sees your face. He says nothing. Only clings onto you, tears starting once more. You hold him close, rub his back, and sway with him in your embrace.

“Oh, Fröschchen, my sweet love, let me look at you,” you soothe, wiping the water droplets from his face. “You’re so cold, my love. So cold. Let’s warm you and Papa by the fire, hm?“

You’re so gentle with your children, so nurturing. Diluc follows obediently behind you, paying no mind at the drops of water he leaves on the floorboards. He can’t tell if it’s exhaustion or the lighting, but his sight seems to shake, fizzle at the edges.

You turn after setting your son down on the couch, mouth open as you’re about to say something.

It’s the last thing he sees clearly before he loses his balance and slumps forward.

“Diluc!” you yell, panicked, supporting the weight of him.

“Papa?” His son sounds frightened again. He’s frightened him. Again.

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Diluc watches over his children, sullen. A fire crystalfly flutters above the bed, shedding glimmers of light on their sleeping faces. There’s no taking back what happened. He’s replayed it over and over in his head a thousand times, desperate to find where it was he went wrong.

Diluc sighs, rubbing a hand over his face. There’s a terrible, aching impulse in him to track down every single Fatuus involved and have them slaughtered. But he’s terrified to leave his childrens’ sides again. He’s already made that mistake once.

Diluc doesn’t stir at the gentle sound of a knock. You slip next to him, arms coming up over his shoulders, and rest your chin against his head. “You’re damn lucky Kaeya had the foresight to bring a doctor along from Mondstadt.”

Diluc sighs. The doctor had done a preliminary check, but Diluc refused treatment beyond a simple compress. His son needed tending to, and you are more than capable of treating his wounds. You’ve had years together to practice. “I’m fine. It was just fatigue.”

“You scared the shit out of me,” you scold.

Diluc huffs out a breath. “Language.”

“Diluc, they’re asleep. I’ll curse all I damn well please,” you snap back. It eases the tension between the two of you, and he raises a hand to clasp onto yours.

He sighs. “Is Kaeya still here?“

You laugh softly, and the sound makes him shiver. “Of course he is. Gotten into your good wines, too, after he sent the doctor on his way.”

Diluc scoffs. “I shouldn’t be surprised.”

There’s a moment of silence between the two of you. You always seem to sense Diluc’s moods, anticipate his anxieties. Now is no different.

“He’s alright, Diluc. The doctors said only a few bumps and bruises, yes?” you say quietly.

Even so, he can tell that you’re as shaken as he is. Your son sleeps peacefully next to his sister, his little fingers still curled securely around his vision. He refused to let go, even when you tried to coax it away from him. Perhaps it makes him feel secure. He’s just— he’s still so young, too young to form his emotions into proper words.

Diluc’s children are before him, tucked into the bed you both share. Safe in their parents’ presence. Moments like these should feel safe and content.

“I promised you,” he begins, then stops. Your embrace around his shoulders tightens.

He swallows around the lump of emotion in his throat.

“I promised you, when we decided to have children, that I would give them happy childhoods. I promised myself. And I—“ his voice breaks, and suddenly it feels impossible for him to get the words out. “I don’t know what to do.”

You circle around him, sinking down onto your knees. You take his face in your hands with a sigh. Your touch is cool, and soothing, and somehow grounding.

“What we do,” you begin, voice tight with emotion, “is take it one day at a time. That’s all we can do, Diluc.”

We. With just this, you’ve yanked him out of the hole he’s buried himself in. We. It was never just him against this all. That was a certainty the moment you made your vows to one another.

We.

He feels disjointed, scattered. “I’m not as strong as you think I am.”

You don’t miss a beat. “Then I’ll lend you my strength.”

He bites down on his lip.

“Come,” you murmur, rising to your feet. He allows you to pull him up, lead him by his hand to the attached bathing room. It seems neither of you are quite willing to stray far from your children just yet. “Let me tend to you.”

It’s a comfortable routine. Known. You help ease Diluc into the empty tub, leaving him with a kiss, while you go and fetch the medicine box. He closes his eyes briefly, leaning back against the cool porcelain.

There’s the running of water as you clean your hands, the gentle slosh of cleansing ointment on skin. He focuses on these sounds, on the rustle of clothing as you move about, on your bare footsteps across the tile. He knows you, through and through. Everything about you is a comfort.

Diluc only opens his eyes when you climb in after him, settling yourself on his lap. Not exactly the ideal position for this kind of thing, but the two of you have done this routine an unimaginable amount of times. Besides, neither of you very much want to leave your children’s presence, but you can’t risk waking them, all things given.

“You were reckless,” you say after a long beat.

“I had to be.” His own safety did not matter. You click your tongue in annoyance in response.

“Bite down,” you say softly, pressing a rolled cloth to Diluc’s mouth. He obliges, despite the discomfort of it, suddenly feeling obedient. Well. He’s never not obedient to you.

“I should’ve insisted that the doctor tend to you too,” you mutter, clearly irritated. It was a point of contention between the two of you over the duration of your early years together. You’d always scold Diluc for not tending to himself, when you, yourself, would always have open wounds that you’d brush off as ‘part of fighting’. It’s a wonder that having children settled you both— at least, as much as it can quell hot tempers.

The first pierce of the needle makes Diluc flinch. You tap his shoulder in warning, huffing out a sigh. “Relax. Or it’ll hurt more.”

Relax seems impossible when you’re jabbing him with a needle, but Diluc bites his tongue. The way you suture his wound is quick, efficient. You’ve had plenty of experience through the years; and tonight is no different.

He stays perfectly still even as you press a clean bandage over the fresh stitches, that familiar little crease in your brow deepening when it goes on a little lopsided.

When you finish, finally, you slip your palm to his, hands pressing together, fingers tangling. Diluc shivers when you press a kiss to his wedding ring.

“Elzer believes that young maid was coerced into handing out child over, and she was still killed regardless. A life lost, just like that. Is this not madness?”

You swallow. “He’s sure?”

“Almost certainly. There’s no sign that she fought back. Even if taken by surprise, she would’ve had time to react. It’s… I don’t want to believe the worst of those who have chosen to work under me,” he says somberly.

You sigh, nudging your nose against his cheek. “I will sort the matter. But… but just for a few days, let’s forget. Wipe this chaos from our minds for just a moment.”

Diluc closes his eyes. “Our son could’ve died today.”

“But he didn’t. Because you were there,” you say quietly.

“Children always idolize their parents when they’re young. I can’t help but fear that when our son looks back on this day… he’ll despise me for it,” he admits.

“All you did was protect him,” you reply firmly.

Diluc gnaws on his bottom lip. “But that wasn’t enough, was it?”

“Diluc,” you begin, “We vowed, the day that our son was born, that we would protect our children. We believed that we could shield them from the world forever.”

Diluc feels so scattered. There’s pieces of him everywhere, broken to unfathomable bits. It feels like he’s back to that night, so many years ago. Blood on his hands. Rain pouring overhead. And an ugly, beastly pain rearing in his heart. “I have failed. You and the children.”

You seem agitated. “When I married you, Diluc, I chose your flaws, and your hatred, and your pain. Don’t hide them from me.”

Diluc presses forward, nuzzling his face into your neck. You’ve seen him cry before, more times than he’d like to admit, but it finally feels like the weight of what has transpired over the last hours is finally crashing down upon him.

He chokes on the first sob, fingers pressing into your waist. How pathetic he’s been.

This home is meant to be safe for his children. They were never—

Never meant to face the same atrocities he did at such a young age.

Your soothing hands smooth up Diluc’s back, cool and grounding. And when you kiss, lips brushing together chastely, reverently, Diluc allows himself to forget for a single moment.

Your children are safe in their parents’ bed. His spouse firmly in his arms. For a moment, he lets his mind ease, soothed by the feel of you, the weight of your comfort.

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Diluc jolts awake, heart pounding in his chest. A cold sweat slips down his neck, but he feels dizzy, unsteady. Gods. When did he fall asleep?

His daughter whines, hiccuping loudly with each sob. It’s her hunger cry.

She’s sitting up between Diluc and her brother, who is still sleeping peacefully, hair mussed every which way. Diluc coos at her, scoops her up and bounces her in his arms.

“Kleine Spatz, are you hungry?” Diluc asks quietly, patting her back. He still has a terrible unease in his chest that he can’t seem to shake.

You stir in your sleep, mumble something near incoherent, and snuggle closer to your son. Diluc swallows. “Sleep, Liebling. I’ll feed her.”

When he finally settles just outside the room, close enough that he can still hear your even breaths, he lets his mind wander. His daughter drinks happily from her premade bottle, long since having yanked it out of Diluc’s grasp to feed herself.

It’s mundane. All of this is mundane. It’s a routine the two of you have done hundreds of times, taking turns waking to feed the baby, or soothing her back to sleep, but Diluc still feels sick to his stomach.

You and your son sleep peacefully in the other room. Your daughter is nestled in Diluc’s arms, blinking up at him as she gulps her milk. Things will never be quite the same again. And Diluc… Diluc can’t help but blame himself.

#i decided to post the full text on here #let’s hope tumblr doesn’t ban me lol #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #wyvernne’s ramblings #genshin impact x reader #diluc x reader #dadluc #genshin impact kidfic #uhhh #genshin impact fanfiction #diluc fanfic #diluc ragnvindr/reader #diluc as a dad is just #satisfying tbh

[nyxicnymph]

Once again Dadluc has taken over my brain. I'll let you guys guess the accompanying ship :) (there is a hint to the answer in these three lines)

#nyx talks about stuff #genshin impact #nyx writes stuff #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #dadluc

[pearlywritings]

The birth of the Dawn and the Dusk

synopsis: You planned your husband’s birthday months ago and even so something happens to not go according to the script.

pairing and characters: Diluc x fem!reader, your twin sons Rufus and Lucas, Alberich family (Kaeya, his wife and daughter Callie), Adelinde

tw: established relatioships, domestic moment, pregnancy stuff, fluff, a little bit hurt/comfort

word count: 10.8k+ words

author’s note: so late for my man’s birthday,,, But I am happy this one is finally out! Also there is a surprise at the end of the fic~ Hope you’ll enjoy everything!!!

Family AU masterlist

You feel so tired. Body aches and eyes hurt - you barely managed to fall asleep tonight, keeping your husband awake too to coax you into a state of slumber. This also added emotional stress, the clawing guilt for depriving him of sleep right before such a meaningful and happy day, but the man kept lovingly reassuring you that he didn't mind and would support and comfort you always, especially now, when you are so vulnerable, just days away from welcoming your baby into this world.

Diluc was nothing but a saint throughout both of your pregnancies. However, while the first one was challenging for him too, because he was worried about the new role he'd have to fulfill and if he'd do it successfully, this one was easier on his end, so he channeled all his energy to you, being there for every step and every time you got overwhelmed, which, at first, happened way too often. Your other two kids used to be all over you asking questions about their unborn sibling, and while you love your angels to death, you truly do, - your hormones and their vigor sometimes created a bad mix. Luckily, it quickly got better, because Diluc took his time to explain to your boys why their mommy might be emotional or look really really tired, and that she isn't upset with them and they need to be more careful around her. After that, the three of them became your anchor, with boys cuddling to you quietly to soothe and console you every opportunity they had, and Diluc arranging everything for your utmost comfort.

With all of this you were determined to make this year's celebration of his birthday as amazing as every other you two shared. You weren't sure if you would have given birth already or still heavily pregnant when the 30th of April came, but you knew that in any outcome you'd be too exhausted to arrange anything. That is why you started your meticulous planning half-way into your pregnancy. Everything was a secret from Diluc, just as always, and he oh so tenderly smiled, whenever you tried to hide the notes you were making, only teasing you by stepping closer and hugging you from behind. But he was a fair man, he never glanced at your scribbles and plans, only burying his face in your hair and asking to stay like this with you and the baby for a little bit. It actually helped you to concentrate a little bit better.

In March the final version of your plan was already passed to the maids who'd be responsible for organizing and decorating, and you couldn't help but feel pride when they giggled and excitedly murmured upon checking your instructions. You did a great job.

But you must've also done something bad, if whatever gods of fertility above made it their goal to mess with your sleep schedule - the baby is way too active, keeping you awake at an ungodly hour, just like tonight. So exhausting…

You can feel movements behind your back and a moment later a pleasant warmth is spreading all over your stomach and back. A soft whine escapes your lips, but it’s quickly shushed by a quiet murmur next to your ear.

“Shh… My flame, it’s okay, I got you…” You hug a pillow in front of you tighter, burying your face in it, letting your husband cuddle to your back, keeping his palm spread over your bump. He always knows when the baby gets cranky, sometimes even before you feel it, ready to calm down both of you with the help of his presence and vision.

Pretty soon you feel comfy again, surrounded by pillows and a literal heater of a man, who peppers soft kisses along your bare shoulder. His heavy bangs tickle your skin, prompting the corner of your lips to twitch in a shadow of a smile; an arm, wrapped around your middle, doesn’t put any weight on your waist, perfectly controlled by sheer strength of its owner; his whole body becomes support to your back instead of a long pillow he removed previously to take its place and he playfully nudges your feet when you attempt to tangle your legs with his.. Oh, you love this man.

Suddenly a loud noise from the outside worms its way into your lulled conscience, and you flinch. Slowly your eyelids slide open and you groan quietly, ears catching a dissatisfied huff from the male beside you.

“I told them to be careful…” Diluc grumbles under his breath, but doesn’t leave his spot next to you, only lifting his hand slightly and starting to rub your stomach in soothing circles.

“Mmm… What time is it?” Pushing the pillow away you rub at your eyes, yawning. Your husband cranes his neck to look at the wall behind and hums.

“A little past ten.”

“Ten..? Oh no…” With a pout you kick some other pillows (and accidentally his legs) too, stifling another yawn with your hand. “I was supposed to wake up earlier for your special day… I am sorry I slept for so long.”

“Nonsense,” he digs his elbow in a mattress and lifts his upper body to reach for your cheek, smothering it with pecks. “You are nine months pregnant, my love. I would’ve let you sleep all day long, if I didn’t know you worked hard to make today exceptional for me.”

“Oh…” You sigh, finally blinking the sleep, that was clinging to your eyelids, off and throw an arm behind you, rolling your back a little, practically placing yourself on your husband, stretching with a content noise. Diluc sees an opportunity to wrap both arms around you, and carefully draw you even more on top of himself, face hidden in the side of your neck.

“Archons, you are pretty,” the heat engulfs your heart, born from his adoring tone, and spreads in tender waves through your whole being.

“Don’t you dare say having me in your arms is enough of a present for you,” your chiding makes him smile and shake his head.

“As much as that’s true, I won’t, for your sake,” you squint like a cat under the sun, when he places a kiss under your jaw. “Are you ready to get out of bed? Half an hour ago when I came downstairs, and immediately got kicked out by Adelinde, I managed to catch a glimpse of Kaeya and our sons. I am sure Callie and her mom have joined them by now too.”

“Oh, that’s great!” You widely smile, sleep forgotten as if the need in it was always non-existent. “Yes, I want to start getting ready. Please, help me, ‘luc.”

“With greatest pleasure.”

Letting the Alberich family spend the night was one of your greatest decisions made in preparations for Diluc’s birthday. There is no way to guess when throughout the day you might feel light-headed or tired, so them being at the Winery from the very morning till the very evening increases the chances to get an opportunity when all of you can enjoy the celebration together. 

When you descend down the stairs, with Diluc practically glued to your sight, holding your arm to support, Kaeya’s face is the first one you spot among the others. He looks absolutely cozy with his pajama-like-looking pants, matching shirt and a knee-long robe, hanging on his shoulders untied. His face lights up with a smile, when his eye lands on you two, and he hands one of the maids nearby the box he’s been holding previously.

“Aren’t these our dear birthday boy and his lovely wife?” His voice is smooth, never lacking his ever-present teasing lilt, as he makes his way to you.

“Don’t make it look like you see me for the first time today,” Diluc grumbles, letting go of your hand, so you could give your brother-in-law a side hug.

“Oh? I am sorry, Diluc, but could I really tell Adelinde not to kick you out? My charms do not work on this amazing woman.”

“Because this woman raised you and is immune to said charms,” the woman in question appears behind the Cavalry Captain, with a sweet smile plastered on her face. “Come on, go help your wife - I don’t doubt she is skilled, but three kids are still a handful.”

“Haha, aren’t you subtle? If I didn’t know how much you adore me, I’d say you are kicking me out,” the star-shaped pupil twinkles with concealed merit, to which the head maid tenderly scoffs.

“Gotta make it even between the brothers,” she teases him back, and he gasps in pretense hurt, to which Diluc rolls his eyes, but a smug-looking smile doesn’t escape your sight.

“Sure, sure,” Kaeya jerks his chin up, still faking the offense, and turns around to leave. The woman shakes her head at his antics, short blond hair gently swaying, complimenting the fond look on her face. With one of her boys gone, she devotes her attention to the other, smiling apologetically.

“I am sorry for shoving you out the way I did, Master Diluc, but Lady Y/n really wanted to be here when you came to witness what she had planned for you. I hope you can forgive me for forbidding you from the first floor of your own house.”

“I can never be mad at you,” Diluc’s lips form a small smile as well, and he steps closer, gingerly embracing her. “After all, you raised me too.”

The older woman chuckles, patting his back, and your gaze softens. Every year you get lucky to see this display of special motherly affection, the one where you get sad a little, because your child grows older, further and further from the little boy you used to know and take care of, but you still are so happy for how far he managed to come. That’s what Adlinde’s face tells you every single year, those are the tears of joy that are brimming her summer-green eyes.

“Adelinde,” you softly call and she glances at you, with her arms still wrapped around her master’s, her kid’s broad back. “I haven’t had an opportunity to congratulate my husband yet, would you like to be the first this year?”

Vibrant eyes slightly widen, and then unspoken affection swirls in them.

“Thank you,” your heart skips a beat, crumbling under the sincerest gratitude the woman offers you for simply giving her such an opportunity.

She turns to Diluc again, and a small, delicate hand reaches up to brush away the fiery bangs that got even wilder as the man got older. A thumb runs over his cheekbone, feeling a small scar underneath, remembering, comparing to the pouty rosy cheek of a little boy, who used to cling to her skirt and seek her attention and advice, with that adorable sparkle in his warm ruby eyes and a wide grin with a tooth missing. Now a tall man is standing in front of her, who suffered many losses and hardships she couldn’t possibly protect him from, but who eventually found his happiness and found it in himself to fully enjoy it.

And that’s all she ever wished for him.

“Happy birthday, my boy,” her voice trembles with emotions, but she manages to get a hold of herself. The other hand comes to cup his other cheek and tilt his head down, so, standing on her toes, she could place a lingering kiss to his forehead. “Happy thirty eighth year of your life, my dawn. I am so proud of how far you’ve come and I wish for nothing more, but for your happiness to grow. I know your father would tell you the same.”

Oh, Archons. That last phrase made you emotional, hitting your poor heart even harder than the tender exchange between the two. And seeing the look on your husband’s face, the quiet hitch of his breath, the slight tremble of his lower lip and unspoken yearning in his flaming eyes, you have to silently excuse yourself from the scene, too scared to ruin the moment by your very possible waterworks. You’ll let the two have their moment, meanwhile you can see what your sons and brother-in-law’s family is up to.

You find the five of them in a separate room, which was long ago reconstructed and redecorated into something akin to a living room (additional wall was added to divide the hall part from this space to grant you and kids privacy if any partner of Diluc stopped by to discuss the matters with either him or Elzer). Both boys and the girl are sitting on the carpet-covered floor, vigorously discussing something - you even catch the pieces of the argument they’ve been having for months. Ever since the twins’ father agreed to consider getting them a dog, they and their older cousin could not shut up about what name the creature should have. At first it was cute, now it’s the reason for a headache, when the three of them cannot reach an agreement.

But the childish debate is quickly tuned out when you recognize the adorable new two-piece indoor outfits you purchased specifically for today. Your older son has the sleeves of his orange pullover rolled while he wildly gesticulates, the usual unruly mass of his untied hair swaying from side to side like a flame turned upside down. Lucas on the other hand has his cheek supported by his fist with an elbow digging in his knee, clad in yellow pants, and watches his brother and cousin with an 'I am so done with them' look, so uncommon for a six-year old, that it almost makes you snort. Callie, wearing similar in style pants and pullover, but sharing a pretty blue color with her father, is actively arguing with Rufus, however there is something different from the redhead's pure decisiveness. There are clearly some hints of Kaeya's mannerism, especially that quirk of her lips. What a cheeky twelve-year old.

“Y/n!”

Your attention is quickly drawn to the smiling woman, who is rising from the couch she’s been sharing with her husband just seconds ago. Mirroring her smile, you swiftly rub your eyes, getting rid of happy tears, caused by a scene at the bottom of the stairs.

“Are you okay?” Concern is laced in your friend’s tone, as she walks to you and puts her palms on your elbows in a comforting gesture. You only shake your head, making a small step closer, so you can give her a hug.

“Yeah, yeah, I am good, don’t worry. Just saw something very heart-warming.”

“Oh, alright,” she sighs in relief. “Are you hungry?"

Good question, actually. You concentrate on what your body feels and craves, softly rubbing your belly. No, still only the aching and ever-present fatigue.

"Not necessarily, but if you all haven't eaten yet, we can do it now. Diluc should soon join us, and after breakfast we can start our stay-inside party."

Your friend nods in agreement, squeezing your elbows affectionately, and then turns to look at the three kids still sitting on the floor, so engrossed in their conversation that they seem to not have even noticed you enter.

"Hey, kids,” only Lucas perks up at his aunt’s call, while Rufus and Callie keep arguing, ignoring everything around them. “Kids,” is said firmer, but still to no avail. As the younger twin gets up from the floor, you share a knowing look with the woman.

“Callie Alberich.”

“Rufus Ragnvindr.”

And as if by magic the conversation is cut short, two sets of worried eyes staring back at the unamused-looking moms.

“Good, we finally have your attention,” Mrs Alberich hums, taking your hand and leading you to the armchair, helping you to sit down. “Now, who’d be a dear and go to the kitchen to let the maids know they can serve breakfast?”

“I will, mom,” the girl says before Rufus can open his mouth and carefully pushes him and his brother in your direction. “You two, go say hi to your mama.”

Kaeya’s eye twinkles, when he easily guesses his daughter’s intentions, but keeps his mouth shut, watching his nephews practically sprint to their mom and climb onto the armrests.

“She went to congratulate uncle Diluc, didn’t she?” His wife quietly asks, taking a seat next to him, and the man only chuckles, wrapping an arm around her waist, bringing her even closer. Yeah, his girl really likes her uncle, adores even, which has been absolutely mutual from the moment the redhead was handed the small baby to hold for the first time. The Dawn Winery owner has always played an important role in the girl’s life, and before his sons were born, the man was absolutely wrapped around his niece’s finger. She doesn’t remember that, of course, but she does remember how she begged for cousins, and feels very proud of the fact, claiming that it’s because of her request uncle and aunt now have two cute boys, whom she really-really loves and enjoys spending time with, despite being twice as old as them.

But uncle is still her favorite out of the whole Ragnvindr family. So getting first to the man and wishing him a happy birthday is an absolute must.

“I am sure she won’t forget about breakfast,” Kaeya hums eventually, focusing on his sister-in-law and nephews, who, in their orange and yellow costumes paired with the color of their hair, remind him of two little candlelights.

“I love the cozy style you decided on for the clothes,” he comments, drawing your attention from twins, who settled against the sides of your stomach, resting their heads on your shoulders.

“Really?” An excited smile worms its way onto your face. “I am glad you think so! I thought they were perfect for spending the day inside."

"They are!" Mrs Alberich claps her hands together. "I adore this pretty dress and yours looks so wonderful too! The fabric is very soft, when I put it on this morning I thought I was hugged by a fluffy cloud. Oh, what color does Diluc have by the way?"

"Papa has gray" Rufus chimes, before reaching out to your stomach to gently pat it. "Mama, did you get the baby one too?"

"I did, Ru," you reassure him, remembering the cute white onesie you decided to purchase on a whim to match the vibe. "Soon she or he will be able to wear it."

"Speaking of the baby, you've never told us the name you picked. Is that a secret?"

"It really isn't,” your tone is soft, and your gaze is tender, as you look down at your belly. “We do have a small list, but our decision was to choose when the baby is born. We agree on every name on that list, and Diluc believes it's just going to click which one is perfect when we see them, just like it happened with these two," you turn your head from side to side, kissing each boy's cheek, making them squeal happily. In reality it was a little bit different. 

Obviously you didn't expect to have twins, so your list was created on the basis of eventually picking only one name. But when there appeared to be two babies, two little boys, everything had to be reconsidered. You and your husband (surprisingly more him than you) thought it'd be cute if there was something that would show their twinly bond. That's when it clicked quickly - Diluc came up with Rufus and you did so with Lucas, affectionately calling them Ru and Lu. This time you also considered different kinds of name combinations for possible outcomes, but ultimately decided to let the future tell.

"Okay, that's fair," Kaeya smiles, putting his cheek on top of his wife's head - the woman made herself comfortable on his shoulder, watching you and your sons with a sweet smile of her own. "Promise to invite us over when you feel strong enough to have visitors to meet another member of the Ragnvindr family?"

"Of course, I promise, Kae. And you'll be the first ones to kno- aaah!"

Everyone in the room jumps when a sharp cry of discomfort escapes you. Unwrapping your arms from around the twins, you lean forward and clutch your stomach. Surprised, the boys get down onto the floor and move right in front of you, worry evident on their faces. You mean to reach out to comfort your babies, to reassure him, but another surge of pain prevents you from doing so, and you groan, hands still on the stomach. Kaeya is next on his feet, closely followed by his wife, and just a second later the man scoops both redheads in his arms, while your female friend crouches before you, with both palms on your knees.

"Kaeya, boys - out. I'll handle it."

"But mama is hurt-," Lucas tries, not taking his eyes off of your curled figure, as his brother attempts to wrestle his way out of his uncle’s hold. Both look panicked, and the Cavalry Captain has to gently shush both of them, pressing their bodies even closer to his chest..

“Don’t worry, she is alright and she will be alright when we return, okay? Now, let’s go and find your father-”

“Oh.”

The man stumbles over his words, hearing a surprised noise, and immediately glances up at you, met with an expression of total disbelief.

“Archons, what is it? Y/n, please, don’t scare us like tha-”

“I think my water just broke.”

He barely holds himself back from cursing in front of his little nephews. His wife, on the other hand, is as cool as a cucumber, absolutely unphased, with not even an ounce of worry present on her face or in her actions. She rises from her crouched position and turns to look at her husband, who in a second became an anxious wreck, as if it is his beloved who is having contractions.

“Love,” she speaks calmly, “take the boys, find Callie and Diluc and get the kids ready to go out for a walk. Also ask someone to inform the midwife that Y/n has possibly gone into labor. And for the Seven’s sake, don’t dump this information onto your brother as if someone is dying, we don’t need a panicked dad right now.”

“Got it,” his legs start moving even before he thinks about it, and with two boys held in a death grip, Kaeya runs out of the room. He startles a couple of maids in the hall, along with Diluc, who’s just walked out of the kitchen, holding his niece’s hand. The hero of today’s occasion lifts his eyebrows, staring at the disheveled form of his brother, and an uneasy feeling starts rising in his chest when he notices the barely concealed panic in his periwinkle eye.

“Kaeya, what’s going on?”

“Okay, birthday boy, I need you to stay calm no matter what I tell you now, alright?"

"Are you sure you are the one to tell me to stay calm?" Red brows meet together in an alarmed manner. "What's gotten into you? Where are our wives?"

Another sharp cry, easily recognised as yours, is heard from the living room, and in a quieted hall everyone is finally becoming aware of something going on, something very unplanned.

"Um, so, as I said, stay calm, 'luc. However hard it is to believe, your wife might’ve gone into labor.”

“What!?”

Loud gasps of the maids fall almost deaf to Diluc’s ears when he hears the news. Immediately one of the girls chirps that she’ll go find the midwife and quickly scurries away, while two more run upstairs to go and check the room specifically prepared for such an occasion. Someone steps up and takes Callie, bringing her with Kaeya and twins somewhere else, but honestly, the redhead doesn’t notice it. The only thing his mind keeps repeating is that his wife needs him.

When he bursts into the living room you’ve already gotten onto your feet, one hand gripping Mrs Alberich’s shoulder and the other pressed to your stomach. The grimace on your face and heavy breathing is an evidence itself of your state, and Diluc appears at your side in a flash of gray and crimson, wrapping an arm around your back.

“My flame, keep breathing. Everything is alright,” his deep voice is comforting and you lean your forehead into his chest, whimpering.

You nod, letting go of your friend’s shoulder, and Diluc takes it as an opportunity to lift you in his arms - there is no way he’s making you walk, especially when the point of your destination is the second floor. You do not even complain, instead focusing on trying to relax the best you can, exercising proper breathing and counting.

“I am so sorry, ‘luc. I wanted this day to be special and now I am ruining it…”

“No, you are not,” he says firmly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Rather you are making it even more special. I know you worked hard, but I also know that all of it won’t go anywhere and we’ll have a moment to enjoy it properly afterwards. You are much more important right now, so let’s get you to the bedroom.”

Kaeya was right - it is hard to believe. Of course, it’s not clear yet, it still could be just false labor pains, but never in his entire life could Diluc imagine that one of his kids would be born on the same day he was. When he lays you down onto the bed with pristine white sheets and lets the midwife examine you, the heart in his chest is going absolutely crazy. He can’t bear to see that painful look on your face, how your pretty eyes squint and teeth are gritted, but he will rather fall dead in that same room, than leave it, leave you without his support. 

You lift your hand and reach for him. Someone pushes a chair closer and he sits down, grasping your sweating hand with both of his and suddenly a memory flashes before his eyes. It’s been twenty years and he thought he has healed, but the rainy day and a man’s big hand he was clasping in his own come back to haunt him. His mind starts screaming. What if something goes wrong? What if he loses someone dear to him again? What if it’s the last time he feels the warm touch of the person who brought him out of his misery? What if it’s the last time he hears your voice and the distressed tone of it is what he’ll remember you like? Please, no, whoever is listening, don’t do it, don’t take you and the baby away from him, please, don't-

“Diluc,” his eyes snap open and he becomes painfully aware that he is shaking. But it's not about him, despite what day it is today. Right now everything is about you. 

Inhaling deeply and sharply exhaling, he blinks away the images of the past and focuses on your face instead. It’s not twisted in pain now, instead you are smiling at him, the adoration in your eyes unmistakable and the squeeze you give his fingers is sobering.

“Did you hear that? It’s actually happening. My water actually broke. Our baby will be here soon. I can’t promise I won’t curse you back and forth like during the first time, but I’ll really try.”

At that moment, pushing the dread aside and leaning forward to press a sweet reassuring kiss to your lips, the man thinks that if it was legally allowed he’d marry you again.

It’s been a couple of hours since the Alberich couple left the Winery with all of the kids. It took Kaeya awhile to calm the boys down, while Callie remained uncharacteristically quiet, glancing at her mom from time to time, because her mother always knows what is going on, but this time, for some reason, isn't telling her.

Eventually both adults managed to persuade the three of them that they are on a mission to get some lovely flowers for Diluc and you - they made sure to pick different kinds that do not grow together for the process to take more time. Fortunately, it brought smiles back onto those cute little faces, and the couple let out a sigh of relief, watching their daughter and nephews, as the group went from one location to another. Lucas, being a dear he is, suggested that mom and dad deserved the biggest bouquets ever and Rufus doubled it, so now they are indeed on a mission to gather as many flowers as they can.

Making a pretty big circle, the five of them returned close to the Winery - but not quite. Settling near the Statue of the Seven, Kaeya stays to watch over the kids picking up windwheel asters and guard the bouquets they’ve already managed to create. The location allows him to oversee the vast grounds that belong to the Ragnvindr family, but also observe his wife’s figure getting smaller and smaller, but closer and closer to the main building. It was decided that soon everyone would get hungry, so she went to bring some food, but also to check on the situation at hand.

The sun hangs high in the sky and Kaeya squints in delight, letting the warm rays caress his face. Ah, what a wonderful day… With a puff of air he sits down and immediately lays his back on the soft ground, cracking his eye open. Not a cloud in sight, only the magnificent blue hues surrounding the brightest star, that’s the sight his brother deserves to have on his birthday - what a pity he can’t see it, stuck inside due to unplanned, though long-awaited, circumstances.

It is a perfect day for the twins’ sibling to be born, and for a brief moment a thought passes the Cavalry Captain’s mind - that maybe it’s the final step for Diluc to heal from all the pain and sorrow that whole 18th birthday situation caused him. Of course, it’s hard to tell, it was a seemingly endless nightmare after all, but he hopes for it, for this bundle of joy that is the redhead's third child to overshadow the loss of their father on this exact date.

Deep in his thoughts he doesn’t notice how Rufus comes closer, dividing equally the amount of flowers he’s gotten, putting one half in his dad’s pile and the other in mom’s one. Then he steps even closer, casting a small shadow across his uncle’s chest. Kaeya snaps out of it only when he feels a soft nudge, head turning and seeing that the boy carefully pushed the tips of his sandal against the lying man’s ribcage.

“What is it, Ru?” His voice sounds a bit lazy, but at least there is not even a hint of his initial panic - worry would only provoke the twins to feel concerned about the scene in the living room all over again, and he doesn't want that, their parents wouldn't want that. 

The little flame in front of him watches closely with wide eyes, which in combination with wild red hair makes him look like a fluffed up owlet.

Totally Diluc’s kid.

“We picked a lot of flowers… When are we coming home? I wanna see mama and papa. And also I’m hungry…”

“Yeah, dad, me too,” Callie pops behind her cousin, staring at Kaeya with bright eyes. She’s holding a mix of windwheel asters and sweet flowers, and the keen dark eye spots a small ladybug crawling up one of the stems. Equally small white lie wouldn't hurt.

“Your aunt is setting an additional surprise right now,” yeah, that’s literally the best explanation he can give them, “but this one takes time, and we need to be patient for her, okay?”

“But if it’s a surprise, why did Uncle Diluc stay? Doesn’t make sense,” His daughter is too sharp sometimes, but that’s why he is proud of her.

“This one requires his presence, so she doesn’t have to worry about messing up. I believe you’ll like it, so let’s give them time. As for the lunch - our precious Snowflake will soon bring us something to eat.”

“Don’t call mom that in front of me,” Callie grumbles, kicking his hip, and the man gasps, hand immediately flying to grab the assaulted place.

“But snowflakes are pretty!” Lucas, who appeared somewhen during the conversation, stares at the older girl in confusion. “They are very pretty and have unique forms… Your mom is pretty and unique too!”

“I know she is, but sometimes it’s just argh. Oh! Doesn’t your father call your mother ‘my flame’?”

“Yes, he does,” Rufus confirms with a nod, sitting down onto the ground. Kaeya turns onto his side, ignoring the dull pain and supports his cheek with a fist. Well, this is amusing~

“Don’t you find it a little too much sometimes?” Both twins shake their heads, red bangs bouncing with the motion, and the girl sighs in exasperation. “Wait till you are as old as I am, you’ll realize how cringe it is.”

“What’s ‘cringe’?”

Kaeya snorts. It’s funny when a twelve-year old speaks of her age with such intonation. It never ceases to amaze him how well his daughter adapted in the role of an older sibling to her cousins. She quickly realized her leading position and it was and still is very clear in her attitude, especially right now, as she is educating them on the meaning of the word 'cringe'. She cares for them a lot though, so he can hardly find a situation where she abused her power in the dynamic the three of them have. Besides, both Rufus and Lucas are far from stupid - probably ones of the brightest kids he’s ever had encounters with, and already have their opinions, so despite loving and admiring Callie they still can fight her back verbally. The only difference is that this is Rufus’ style of handling arguments with her, while Lucas prefers more tranquil approaches. Watching the three interact, Kaeya can't help but wonder what kind of personality would the baby develop.

Ah, it’s going to get so much livelier~

It’s another half an hour, during which he sneakily stole the spotlight from his girl and entertained the kids with made-up, but attention-grabbing stories. His wife's arrival catches them all by surprise - just like everything else about her, as she shouts their names and waves at them the best she can with a basket hanging off of her elbow. She is not alone though. With delight overtaking their expressions, kids spot the most loving and kind (obviously favorite) maid at her side holding the rest of the baskets Mrs Alberich couldn’t carry on her own. Kaeya hasn't even sat up yet, and the kids are already speeding in her direction.

“Addieeeee!”

Overjoyed, in an instant they are all over her and the woman gently laughs, settling down the baskets and staying in a crouched position to hug all of them. As she is telling them to help her with unfolding the blanket, Kaeya rises to his feet, right in time to put his arms loosely around his wife's waist to press a kiss to the corner of her mouth.

"Thanks for the food and bringing additional help," he murmurs, smooching her again and taking the baskets away. Freed arms encircle his neck and soft lips press against his in return, stealing the man's breath away.

"Don't mention it. Adelinde figured we might need her, and she is right, personally I am at my wit's end," she sighs, glancing behind to make sure the kids are occupied with the task the head maid gave them. "As for the news - everything is going smoothly so far, but it'll take some more hours. Other maids suggested visiting Springvale or maybe going to the City, and I agree."

"Yes, that sounds reasonable…" Kaeya hums, inwardly admitting that some remaining weight has just been lifted off of his shoulders. "You think we'll have to return in the morning or…?"

"No. Before we left, Adelinde checked in with Diluc - apparently he'll send his falcon to deliver a message once everything is over."

Ah, yes… the falcon his brother personally trained once again just a couple of years ago after the passing of his very first winged companion. And once again Kaeya was that one person the bird will always find, no matter where he is.

"Delightful. Then let us have our lunch. What you've got there, hm?"

"What was supposed to be put for the celebratory breakfast we all missed. It'd be such a pity if the food went to waste, wouldn't it?"

"True," the Cavalry Captain sighs and, adjusting his hold on the baskets, leads both of them to the rest of their little group. “What a chaotic morning…”

The drawn together heavy curtains do not let a ray of a settling sun into the quiet room. The crimson painting the sky is undoubtedly beautiful, mesmerizing even, but no one dares to disturb your rest with a blazing color. The smell of freshly cleaned bedding is appeasing, but the fluffed up pillows that have the scent of your husband clinging to them is your main source of comfort - you faintly remember it, but you are sure of nearly snarling at whoever suggested changing the linen for them too before bringing you to the master’s bedroom. Poor maid must’ve been so scared, you’ll have to apologize to her later…

The slight guilt sparked by the memory is what makes you pass the line between dream and consciousness. You force your heavy eyelids open, but immediately squint a little from the light of the candles on the walls. A soft groan escapes your throat and you drop your head to the side, hiding from the light and blinking to make the eyes adjust. Succeeding in it, you take a quick look around the room, wondering if you were left alone to repose, or someone remained to monitor your condition.

That’s when you spot him. Or rather the gorgeous mane of ruby hair, shiny in the candlelight, thrown in a proper high ponytail, streaming down his upper back. He’s changed his clothes too - there is a hazy recollection of someone telling him to go and do so, and what a nice view it is, to see the gray pajama pants and pullover to be replaced with dark cherry - almost blackish - shirt, carmine vest and dark pants. But that’s not the most pleasing sight. Your heart almost melts, when the standing man turns around and you see a bundle of blankets delicately held in his strong arms. Vibrant eyes show every single emotion Diluc feels, looking at your baby. There is pure joy, happiness, bliss, love, promises to protect, to care, to cherish, to make every single day of life important and special. It’s so similar to the scene of nearly seven years ago, but without your husband bawling his eyes out with both arms occupied by twins. Well, maybe he did, a little, when you were resting, but you’ll never know.

You observe them for a little longer, the picture so perfect, you regret not having a Kamera in your hands right now to imprint a moment in a photo. Though you doubt you’d have strength to lift the thing enough to snap one and not make it blurry, so, just watching would suffice for now.

However Diluc’s senses are sharp, and when someone stares at him for longer than a couple of seconds - he knows. The warmth of the tamed flames seeps right through the eye contact, penetrating every cell in your body with welcomed heat. That may be the trick of the light, but his dark pupils dilate upon looking at you, and the blush creeps to your cheeks. Damn this man and him giving you looks like you are the whole world.

“Hey, love,” you softly call, the sound blending into the tender atmosphere, becoming a part of it, becoming Diluc’s source of oxygen for a brief second.

“Hello, my flame,” his voice can hardly mask the adoration and eagerness, with which he takes his next actions, makes it clear how excited he was for you finally awakening. With light steps he moves to the bed and carefully bends down. The touch of his lips is gentle, yet the feeling hidden behind it steals your breath away and your own lips part. Diluc murmurs something about wanting to give you so many kisses to compensate for the hours you spent in labor, and you breathlessly laugh at his adorable confession.

“It’s alright, ‘luc. Besides you are such a beautiful sight for a sore eye, how can I complain when my husband is all dressed up for me?”

“Oh, my flame,” his tone is oh so silken. “You are the beautiful one here. You looked so serene in your sleep, and now you shine like the brightest star.”

“Oh, stop that, I am sure I look like hell.”

“Not at all,” he shakes his head, long and fluffy bangs barely swaying. “You are wonderful. But how are you feeling? Need anything? Maybe you’d like to rest a bit more? I’ll take care of everything for you.”

You know he will, and this is one of the reasons that make him a great husband and an amazing father.

“No, no, I am fine, I feel better. It’s finally over. Our son is here.”

Yes, your son is here. Are you surprised it’s a boy again? Not really, there always was a gut feeling your older sons would have a little brother as their sibling, and by the red hairs you spotted when the baby was passed to you for the first time there is now a solid confirmation that Ragnvindr genes are insane.

“I want to hold him. May I?”

Without answering your question directly, Diluc carefully places the baby on the free space on the bed and helps you to adjust the pillows and sit up. Then the boy is instantly in your arms and Diluc kicks his shoes off to climb next to you. The sides of your heads touch, and you smile when his big hand is placed under yours, to provide additional support.

Your son is sleeping. So tiny and wrapped in all those blankets he is so peaceful. You swallow harshly to fight the tears back and shakily sigh, rapidly blinking. Rough fingers move your hairs away from your face and lovingly caress your cheek, reminding you that everything is okay.

“You did so well, my love… You are incredible, you know that?”

A choked chuckle erupts from your mouth and you sniffle.

“I am, am I not? But it’s also a miracle that he decided to come out right on your birthday.”

The man presses the firmest kiss he’s given you this evening to your temple and wraps his free arm around your shoulders, bringing you even closer. The thumping of his heart is palpable and makes you want to cry again.

“You know…” lifting your head, you come face to face with your husband, and there is a smile playing on his lips, one that is both bright and a bit melancholic. “Now there is one more reason to look forward to my birthday. To celebrate mine with you all and to celebrate his like that too.”

“Oh, we can have two parties!” You beam, closing your eyes and picturing it in your head. “Yours would be obviously in the morning, and his would be in the evening- oh, Ru and Lu would be so delighted to have two cakes to eat instead of one,” you share a soft laugh. Which actually reminds you…

“Have you sent anyone to notify them they can come home? I feel so bad that they had to spend your birthday away from you…”

“Don’t worry, dear. The message has been delivered and they should soon be here. And there is always tomorrow to start with the party all over again. I believe it was a smart decision to get kids out of the house. You know how protective twins are around you - they would’ve worried themselves out of their minds.”

You have to admit that Diluc is right - no need for your boys and niece to hear you scream and curse whoever was present for hours, and you can trust the Alberich family to keep them safe and entertained.

“Well then, if everything else is settled, my heart and mind are at peace… But we still have one important thing to do. The name. And before we go down the list, may I suggest something, please?”

“You are the mother, you have the most say in it,” his words make you lift an eyebrow at him, yet he only smiles. Shaking your head you poke your nose into his cheek.

“What a gentleman you are…"

"That's what my dad told my mom," he says as if in his defense. "And I agree with him on that one - after all, it's you who carried him for nine months and kept him healthy."

"Alright, alright, I could speak of all the ways you provided for me so I could do that, but I know you won't accept this kind of praise. Okay, I will have a say in it," Diluc scoffs, but you only give him a teasing wink. "Speaking of your parents, remember how you told me that your mother chose the name ‘Diluc’, because you were born in the early hours of dawn?” He nods, fondness reflecting in his eyes. “She also did it, because your father’s name means ‘twilight’, ‘dusk’ and she wanted them to match, right?” He nods again, but this time it’s confusion and a bit of hurt that are hiding behind his crimson pools of fire. Still holding the baby, you do your best to interlace your fingers with his, still supporting your hand, and the redhead takes notice of it, helping you, until there is a nice hold on each other's digits.

Swallowing thickly you take a deep breath to calm your nerves. Diluc would never be mad at you, but what you are going to suggest next is pretty huge.

"It's not on the list, but I took interest in this one when we were researching. The main meaning of this name is 'Sun'. However, there were languages that gave it a slightly different meaning, let's say, time-specific? And now, since our son was born on the 30th of April and almost at sunset, I thought that this one might be perfect. It's… It's Cyrus. And it can have the meaning of 'dusk', 'twilight', just like your father's name does."

The clock on the wall is ticking and that's the only sound in the room. You can barely hear your hearts beating or air entering and leaving your lungs, but your mind is in a race against itself, and you start second-guessing that maybe giving him a big reminder about that day was a mistake. Diluc’s been healing, you know that, you’ve been here all these years to witness his progress and be proud of him, but it still must hurt. His silence is worrying, but despite your own nervousness you give him time to process, to let the thought sink in and register what exactly you are implying.

You spend a few minutes quietly. Your husband never loosens his hold on your shoulders, and it soothes you when his thumb starts rubbing over your knuckles absent-mindedly. His warm breath caresses your skin, lulling your alerted senses to the point of tranquility, and you sigh audibly, lowering your head on his shoulder. And then you finally hear him speak again.

“Cyrus… It’s a lovely name. I… I really like it. No, I love it.”

“Yeah?” A soft murmur of your question sends a wave of delight to the man’s swelling heart. “You do?”

“I do. I think it’s perfect. But…are you really sure you want to honor my father?”

“He meant a lot to you, ‘luc,” you straighten up and turn to have a better view of the redhead. There are unshed tears clinging to his thick lashes and he doesn’t even blink, looking down at your son. “Listen, my love,” carefully sliding one hand from beneath the baby’s body you bring it to Diluc’s cheek, making him face you, making him gulp and lean into your open palm, “I too think it’s perfect, and maybe, just maybe, the birth of our son today is your dad’s sign to move on. Master Crepus would want that for you, I am sure, and passing on a small fracture of him to this boy would close this chapter forever. What do you think?”

“I think that I love you so-so much…”

His lips are scorching, kissing yours with feverish urgency. Tears roll down his flushed cheeks, but you brush them away the best you can, not minding the salty taste of the kiss. Diluc Ragnvindr has his chest open for you, for your hands to hold his beating heart, for them to take care of it. This pure joy that sets his soul aflame is overpowering, all-consuming, and he is more than ready to let it swallow him whole, if only you keep loving him the way you’ve been all these many years.

When he parts from you, the redhead nearly chokes and starts coughing from all the sobs he held back. Your fingers are deft, threading through his thick locks, gently scratching his scalp, as his forehead is pressed to yours. You remind him to breathe.

“And I love you too, Diluc. I always will.”

”Thank you.”

You smile, peppering his face with kisses, whispering the sweetest words of affection. He wants to tell you something, he even opens his mouth, but a sudden knock on the door interrupts him. Your eyes dart to the heavy wood blocking the entrance to your bedroom.

“Master Diluc?” It’s hushed, but still audible. “We spotted young masters, Sir Kaeya’s family and Miss Adelinde from the window. They will be here soon, should we ask them to wait?”

Your husband clears his throat, coughing in his fist, and then glances at your figure to check if you look good enough to receive so many people at once. You simply mouth an “I am fine”. It seems enough to assure him.

“No, Hillie,” your husband speaks louder. “Y/n is awake, so once everyone arrives, please, bring them here. And make arrangements for dinner.”

“Yes, Master!” 

Diluc sighs when the hurried steps can no longer be heard and kisses you once more. The baby in your hold starts stirring and you return your free arm back around him, bringing the boy closer to your chest.

“Will you be fine, if I leave you alone with Cyrus for a moment?” Him already using the name reduces your heart to a puddle and you cannot fight the huge grin.

“We will, my love, don’t worry. Go wash your face, I’ll feed him in the meantime.”

With a nod he bends to kiss his son’s forehead and then peck you on the cheek, climbing out of the bed after that and disappearing in the bathroom.

Fortunately, you had a solid half an hour before your sons and guests returned. In that time you managed to feed Cyrus, lull him back to sleep and pass the boy to a much calmer and collected Diluc, who carefully placed him in a crib.

Upon your suggestion, the man steps out of the bedroom to meet everyone downstairs, and warn the kids about being quiet. Every maid he meets on the way beams at him with a smile, congratulating and asking if their Lady is alright and if she needs anything. Their eagerness to assist his wife with anything she might need and excitement they feel for the fact Ragnvindr family has just grown in number is heart-warming, and Diluc allows himself a small smile, as he answers them the best he can.

When he reaches the hall of the first floor it’s just on time to witness Adelinde closing the massive doors and locking them. Two balls of red immediately sprint to him and he barely has time to crouch and catch his elder sons. They start whining and pouting for missing the whole day with their dad and he kisses their round cheeks, promising to hold a proper celebration later.

“Hmph, you better!” Rufus scoffs, lightly punching his father’s shoulder. “But today is not over yet, right?”

Diluc nods, patting their heads affectionately, ruffling crimson locks. Then twins glance at each other and simultaneously inhale.

“Happy birthday, dad! We love you!”

“I love you too, fireflies,” he hums, straightening up and lifting both of them in his arms. “Thank you for your kind words, I appreciate them.”

“We brought you and mom bouquets! Callie helped too,” Lucas chirps, pointing to two big bunches of flowers in Kaeya’s and his wife’s arms. The redhead lifts his eyebrows, to which his brother only shrugs.

“This is wonderful, kids. I love them, and I know your mom would adore them too.”

“Oh, can we go see her?”

“Why isn’t she with you?”

“Dad said she was preparing a surprise, where is it?”

Bombarded with questions, flying from three directions, Diluc is reminded of why he came down here in the first place.

“Kids,” the seriousness in his voice stops the stream of interrogation. Three sets of eyes are glued to his face. “I am going to tell you something very important and I need you to listen, alright? Now we all are going to go to my and mom’s bedroom. There you’ll have to be quiet, okay? No screaming, no squealing, no arguments, no running around, got it? Your mother is very tired, and someone who’s also waiting for you there may start crying if you disturb him.”

Mrs Alberich gasps, widely smiling, and turns to her husband, whispering in his ear.

”It’s another boy!”

Children on the other hand look utterly confused, but they do know when the look on the Dawn Winery owner’s face shows he is not kidding. This sounds so mysterious, and while puzzled they are dying to know what’s going on. And without acting the way their dad/uncle asks they will not find out what it is.

“Okay, we understand. We will be quiet.”

“Thank you,” he bends down again to put his sons back onto the floor and glances behind at his staff. “Someone, take these flowers and put them in vases in the living room. Kids, go wash your hands.”

"Yes, Master Diluc!"

When the door to the bedroom opens, you wave to everyone with a soft smile, cozying among the many pillows again.

"Mama!" Twins exclaim in whispers, tiptoeing to the bed and climbing up to hug you. "We missed you so much… How are you? Why are you in bed?"

"Tired," you simply explain, smooching their cute little noses and hugging them as tightly as you could. Suddenly, Lucas's eyes fall to your stomach - or rather to where it was just hours ago.

"Mom… where is the baby?" He asks, patting around the blanket, and indeed discovering the belly's absence. Rufus lowers his gaze to confirm his brother's words and then looks at you and after that at Diluc, who's just quietly closed the door shut.

"Dad, what did you do to the baby?"

"Nothing."

"When where-?" 

He stops when you tap his shoulder and, once both boys' attention is yours again, point to the crib standing close to the side of the bed. Callie, who's been watching all along, has her interest picked, and steps to the little bed from the other side, as her cousins crawl across the mattress. With six hands grabbing at the wooden edges and six eyes glancing inside, the room falls quiet again for a few moments. Kaeya walks to you and gives you a hug, kissing your forehead and congratulating you with a new addition to the family.

"It's funny isn't it?" He murmurs. "Now you don't need to invite us another time to meet the newborn."

You laugh at that. As he moves away your co-sister-in-law is quick to take his place, embracing you and pecking your cheek, also congratulating you and teasing for once again being a boy’s mom. Diluc meanwhile has taken place by his niece’s side, gently smoothing her hair back, observing the kids’ reaction.

It’s Lucas who opens his mouth first.

“So… this is our sibling?”

“Yes, Lu. This is your little brother.”

“He sure is little,” Rufus drawls, “I’d even say tiny. Were we this tiny too?”

“You were,” Callie butts her way in a conversation. “I was your age when I saw you two for the first time. Though I couldn’t hold both of you in my arms, you were heavy. You are still heavy, hehe.”

“We are not-!”

“Shh,” Diluc presses a finger to his lips, and the kids slam their palms over their mouths. “Remember what I asked you about? No fighting, or he will wake up and start crying.”

“Sorry, dad…”

“Sorry, Uncle Diluc…”

You snort at the little exchange, watching your family fondly, thinking that you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Hey, brother,” Kaeya joins the other man and grabs his shoulder, squeezing in an affectionate gesture, “Congrats. Both with your and your son’s birthday.” 

Diluc nods, lifting his own hand, patting the one resting on his shoulder. 

“Oh, right!” The older twin’s eyes sparkle at the realization and he stares up at his dad. “Does it mean you share a birthday with him?”

“Yes, I do, Ru. Does it bother you?”

“Are you kidding me? Dad, that’s so cool! Me and Lucas always have each other for our birthday, he would have you for his!”

“Also it means two cakes,” the other six-year old murmurs under his breath, and Diluc nearly chuckles - you do know your boys too well. It also lifts a weight he wasn’t aware of off his chest - it seems like he was a bit worried, if twins would feel jealous of the fact their dad’s and sibling’s birthdays are on the same date. But since they are cool with it - he is more than cool too.

“Speaking of him,” Mrs Alberich manages to take a peek into a crib too, aw-ing at the fact it’s a red-haired baby again, “have you chosen a name already?”

“We did,” scarlet eyes stare right into your soul through yours, and you mirror Diluc’s proud smile. “His name is Cyrus. Cyrus Ragnvindr.”

“Cyrus, hmm…” Kaeya purses his lips in thought, as if examining the name in and out, like some kind of a linguist. “Diluc, Rufus, Lucas and Cyrus… Yeah, fits right in.”

“Not as well as Cherry №3 I bet,” Callie smirks at the twins, to which, keeping in mind the promise they gave their dad, they only stick their tongues at her.

“I told you the name was perfect,” your husband reminds you with a soft chuckle.

“Oh, wait!” The eye-patch wearer snaps his fingers without actually making a snapping sound. “DiLUc and LUcas, RUfus and CyRUs… You now have two Lu’s and two Ru’s!”

“Oh Archons, I didn’t realize that,” with wide eyes you stare back at him. “That’s so cute!”

“Can we call him Cy?” Lucas pulls away from the little bed, and sits back on the mattress properly.

“I think it is indeed a short form for his name,” you nod, feeling so relieved about how smoothly everything has been going. Yeah, surely the birthday party didn’t go as planned, but on the other hand you finally have your boy, and your other boys look pretty happy after meeting their younger brother. So it’s all wonderful. 

Or maybe you are too fast to judge.

“Uncle Diluc, Aunt Y/n,” you are surprised, when your niece calls you both, and glance at the oldest kid in the room inquiringly. To your surprise her face is expressionless, or at least she is trying to keep it this way, because your husband can clearly see barely-hidden mischief lighting up her eyes. She waits when her silence draws attention of the rest of the people to her persona and then, with the same straight face, says something that immediately sends her father choking on a silent laughter.

“Next time I want a girl cousin.”

Dumbfounded, Diluc, you and her mother stare at the girl with jaws going slack, while Kaeya is nearly dying from suppressing his violent coughing, bent in half and shaking. Not letting it crack her act, she holds her head high and heads right towards the door, feigning nonchalance with her graceful posture and slow steps.

“I will go and ask about the dinner. That's all.”

And just like that she leaves you all once again under the pretense of checking on with the kitchen staff. Mrs Alberich is the first one to snap out of the collective stupor and, shaking her head, grabs Kaeya’s elbow to drag him out of the room. Diluc is next, inhaling deeply, wondering why he is even surprised by her antics. He notices how the twins kind of lost interest in watching a baby that is doing literally nothing, so he ushers the boys to a very important mission - to make sure that their dad’s favorite meal is cooked, which they take with all seriousness.

And once more it’s only him, you, and little Cyrus, sleeping peacefully in his bed. You watch thick scarred fingers unbutton the vest and peel it off, hanging it on the back of the chair. Same fingers brush his bangs away and he sighs again, making eye contact with you. He smiles and you smile too.

“As much as I love this girl, I’ll have to disappoint her.”

“I agree, love,” the man is at your side again, an arm snaking around your shoulders and pressing you into him. “I admit, I would’ve loved to have a sweet girl looking just like you, but judging by the looks of our sons... Who knows how many attempts it’ll take, and I am not risking your health anymore.”

“You are so sweet,” you swoon, lacing your fingers together and squeezing his hand. “I love you for that. Are you sure that this is enough?”

“It always was enough. From the moment it was just you and me it was already enough. You simply tripled this happiness.”

“We tripled this happiness.”

“We will.”

“Yes, we did. And we will keep it that way.”

You lean close to kiss him, but, before he can reciprocate, start kissing all over his face, wherever your current position allows you to reach. Your partner keens on your affectionate attack, lowering his head on purpose, so you have more skin to cover with your lips, and since it brings you so much satisfaction, you do not stop until a thought, that you are forgetting something, is at the front of your mind.

“I just realized that I am the only one who has not wished you a happy birthday today. So… Happy birthday, Diluc. I love you very-very much. Sorry I am not very creative this year.”

“I think the little boy sleeping over there would beg to differ,” your husband nods at the crib, making you pout, but is quick to kiss it away. “I love you too, Y/n. Thank you for everything. This birthday was as perfect as any other you spent with me.”

“And I will make sure to make it perfect every single year ahead of us, my glorious Dawn. Should we wish a happy birthday to our little Dusk as well? I think I heard Kaeya briefly congratulate him, I want to do it too!”

You are so adorable when excitement is written all over you, and it's hard not to give in to your sparkling eyes, especially when he wants the same thing you do.

“We absolutely should. Let’s do it together, alright?”

The sky is painted black outside, and the second floor of the Winery is quiet, when in the comfort of one of its rooms three sweet words are spoken in two voices with such love and devotion, only parents can have for their child.

“Happy birthday, Cyrus.”

And maybe the winds would pick these words and carry them through the time to the one, and, stroking his short red beard, he would smile and say that the Dawn and the Dusk were always meant to be together. 

Diluc and Cyrus

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc x reader #diluc x fem!reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #dadluc #genshin oc #kaeya alberich #genshin impact fluff #pearly family au

[cat00pants]

First post! I had to make it dadluc of course.

She missed being read bedtime stories so she doesn’t wanna fall asleep just yet.

#diona #genshin #genshin impact #dadluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc fanart #diona fanart #ive migrated from Twitter #this will be most of what I post #they are family cause I said so #he’s reading her a bedtime story cause Draff stopped doing that :( #Draff hate club #found family #my art #catpants

[thekaiqueen]

Diluc: What did you two do?

Klee:

Diona:

Diluc: You’re not in trouble, I just need to know if I have to lie to the knights again or not.

#incorrect genshin quotes #diluc ragnvindr #diona kätzlein #klee #dadluc

[random-blep]

Okay but Diluc becoming a dad and like his kid looking like a mini him cause those Ragnvindr genes are strong

And then I thought that was cute and then I thought about Kaeya seeing Diluc with a kid that looks like him but as a child

Kaeya being reminded of Crepus so much in that instance. Like I feel like the years while the kid is growing up and looking more and more like Diluc hits him so hard sometimes at random, like imagine Kaeya seeing Dilucs kid with him and feeling so out of his body cause he feels like he is almost looking into the past. He loves his brother and the little kid so much but sometimes he has to back away cause he can feel his throat tighten cause he keeps thinking of the past.

Thinking about one day Kaeyas visiting, Diluc and him have long since made up and Diluc can tell Kaeya is off today while they watch the kid run around the manors grounds.

Diluc: Kaeya..Are you okay?

Kaeya: ..He looks a little lonely..doesnt he?

Diluc: Kae..

Kaeya: Sorry..i know he isn't you, but sometimes it feels like being sucked back in time..ha ha , isnt that a bit silly

Diluc: It's not silly.

Kaeya: is it not? I feel so silly, you're right here and yet I keep thinking of times long ago

Diluc: It's natural to think of the past. I know I remind you of dad so much now.

Kaeya: hah..so now you're a mind reader now?

Diluc: I don't need to be able to read minds to know what you're thinking.. It's only natural, I look so much like him and my son looks so much like I did at that age.. Not only that but I'm trying to raise him the way dad raised us. It's only natural

Kaeya: Now when did you get so smart 'luc? *Tearing up but trying to hold it back*

Diluc: It comes with being a dad I guess..You know, even if you don't think it, he would be just as proud of you right now as I am.

Kaeya: come now, don't tease.

Diluc: I'm not teasing, he loved you very much. You were just as important and special to him as you are to me.

Kaeya: Oh my *unable to hold his tears but is trying to hide it* look at what you did..you better make it up to me or else father will be mad you made me cry

Diluc: *small chuckle* alright, alright. I'm sorry I made you cry, would you stay for dinner to make up for it?

Kaeya: Only if after I get to tell your little one about the oh so special Dark Night Hero for his bed time

Diluc: oh alright, you have yourself a deal

#Anyways I wrote this to try and stop crying about it in my head #It's a little long but I was crying and thought this was heartwarming #Dadluc #Diluc Ragnvindr #kaeya alberich #Genshin Impact #Yes this is a future setting #crepus ragnvindr #But he's only mentioned #I'm still crying cause this is tearingy heart apart

[orinew]

Now, I head-cannon that Diluc used to be friendly with everyone before the dead dad situation. Currently, I feel like he's more short tempered and doesn't bother with pleasantries all that much. He just scares some people off without meaning to, but he's still a softie underneath.

#bennett #genshin bennett #genshin fanart #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc fanart #diluc #dadluc