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yahoodarling · 17 days

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Diluc X GN Guardian Angel Reader (Snipbit)

Diluc X guardian reader whos a little late on the whole ‘helping out’ part. Expect some good ol angst from both parties, enthusiastic reader and Diluc in denial. Reader gives off ‘dad thats been absent for your developing years and shows up in your 20s’ vibe.

Word count: 3k (full fic around 10k)

Warnings: none in this extract but warnings will be added in the final fic

You are holy. You are divine. You are perfection incarnate. You have a duty.

In your hands held the fate of a mortal, someone desperate and in need of your guidance and as an official of Celestia it is both an honor to guide them and an honor bestowed, to be favored and seen by the gods for their struggles and in turn given the gift that is yourself. Admittedly you filled the application for this position a little late but surely your mortal is just fine as they are, you were just… a little preoccupied is all. You smile as you think of the future journey ahead, a new start of healing and recovery for a poor soul. Your… your new mortal…

Mondstadt, you haven't been here for a while but the smell of fresh brew in the air and tugging of the wind in your hair will always welcome you. You set off to find your dear human, your existence tied to his the moment you fulfilled the proper application of acceptance. He's in the city, a short distance away. The night was crisp, winter is around the corner but with your light you shall guide this mortal through and reach the warmth he so desperately needs. You open the door to a tavern, a further welcome of cheer and joy from its patrons and there standing in such joyous potential is your dear! Crimson hair bundled high, gaze focused and frown evident, such ache surely lies within him.

“Greetings Diluc of Mondstadt! Its a pleasure to finally meet you!” you speed walk up to the counter and lay on your finest smile, first impressions are important if you'll be spending the rest of his life together.

He didn't seem pleased with your manner, perhaps you were too much? Either way he sighed, “Right, and what would you like this evening?”

“You~☆”

His frown further lowered and brow crinkled, lines all too familiar with this exchange.

“Order a drink or get out, i am not accepting courting attempts”

“Courtship? Oh no no no! Haha you're mine in a different way! I'm here to give you a surprise alright?” You stood up straight, opened your arms out wide to him, beamed a smile as welcoming as possible and with as much joy and enthusiasm as possible declared,

“Diluc of Mondstadt I am your official Guardian Angel! Tremble no longer! Fret no fear for I as one of Celestians chosen have come to bring you peace in your times of need!”

…

He looked at you with blank tired eyes, not the ones of enlightened hope you were expecting

“Right well i think this joke has played its course. I'll ask you either leave or buy something.”

Huh? That's not what you were expecting. Shouldn't he be enamored? Shouldn't he be fulfilled with hope and respond in such a manner befitting of a life changing event? What's different here? What have you done wrong? You've done what you usually do, introduce yourself, have a good first impression, positive attitude, state your position as an official of Celestia, your previous mortals were overjoyed when you first met but this one is different, he doesn't look happy or relieved he just looks… tired.

Perhaps it's because the situation isn't right. In the past when you met your previous mortals it was in an immediate sense of danger whilst here he's just at his job but would something like that really affect his response? He still needs you after all, why isn't he overjoyed?

“Haha, there is no humor here other than the joyful future we are to embark on! Umm- haha, ah, you aren't in awe or anything right? This is the start to a new life for you! No more suffering or pain, you have I, your benevolent guardian, to guide and support you! Haha- um, you don't look all that greatful haha, i'm not usually this uncomposed it's just you don't seem very grateful and, yeah…” he's really throwing you off here, its like you don't even exist with the way he looks at you.

“Diluc! We need another round of 8 ales for the second floor!”

“Coming up Charles.”

He turned away and got on preparing the drinks. How awkward. You stand unmoving, simply blinking along and watching your mortal- Diluc, right, Master Diluc of Mondstadt, get glasses and fill them. Eventually your legs felt a little odd having to stand, you sit down on an available stool and continue to watch the men prepare drinks.

Is this really the reception you get for being a little late? Nothing serious could have happened in the time so why is everything so different now compared to how it's meant to be.

Your mortal finished his task and returned to his position, when his gaze laid on you he had to sigh but still approached.

“Will you order something now?”

“Oh no, i need not drink.”

“Right then what are you doing here other than to play this prank of yours?”

“Prank? Oh I'm serious about my position, Diluc of Mondstadt i am serviced to guide you.”

“I don't need any ‘guiding’ but if you are indeed of any i can help guide you out the door if we are done here.”

You can't help but laugh, he's being rather silly, of course you don't need help walking out the door but maybe he's confused or doesn't believe that someone could be blessed an angelic guardian.

“Diluc of Mondstadt-”

“‘Master Diluc’ is just fine, thank you.”

Oh? Weird, you could have sworn you read that he introduced himself as ‘Diluc of Mondstadt’, it's his title right?

“Right! So Master Diluc, going forward i will be joining you in you daily-”

“No you will not.” oh how blunt! You cringe a little inside, being treated like this is so odd, your previous mortals were never like this.

“ahaha- um yes i will, its my job. Worry not! I do not have to be physically present like i currently am, i just figured our first introduction would be best if i took a mortal form, you lot find great comfort in those you can identify yourself with and i will respect that! See!” you lift your arms out and display your form as if he hadn't taken a good look of it, you were rather proud of your visage, you always received praise from your fellow guardians when it comes to your human designs. “See, I put quite a bit of effort into this one! Haha but again, I can take on a spiritual form in the times you need to be ‘alone’. Not alone alone, you'll never be alone! But rather when you need other humans to perceive you are alone. I can do my duties both in and out of form! There is more to guidance than just protection after all! I am here as your new voice to lead you down your-”

“Okay that's enough.”

Please! Dear mortal, stop interrupting me! This is important! you shut your eyes and release an unseen tear, this hurts.

Diluc of Mondstadts’ frustration seemed to grow, his appearance did not change, his eyes still narrow and frown rested easily on his cheeks like before but you could easily sense his annoyance. How. HURTFUL!

“I'm done with your ‘guardian of celestia’ nonsense. Please leave my tavern before I have to escort you out, and I will so do not take this statement lightly.”

“Oh you couldn't even if you tried haha, different phases of mass and all that. I know it may seem ‘annoying’ to you for whatever reason but I am here with you for the rest of your life. It may be different from what you are used to but i can swear on my pledge that i will do all i can to accoustum into your life in a way befitting of your personal needs all whilst helping you out your sadness!”

He sighed, pressed his fingers to his brow and took a moment to recompose. Once he was done his frown wasn't so harsh but he still looked tired.

“Right well, I cannot deny you are a Celestial being. I've had all manner of entities in my tavern but none have gone so far as to claim they are supposedly my ‘guardian’. I do not know why you claim this, if you take a look into my life you will see I am well settled and content with my present so I am not indeed of your services. I thank you for your offer but please, take it to someone who may actually need it.”

“ha… haha silly, it's not an offer system, that's not how things work, haha. I am tied to you now. I can't just leave and you do need me! Your submission wouldn't be in the files if you didn't. Celestia knows when a mortal is deserving of their attention and you are! I'd say you are especially special considering you have a vision as well. Well done! Good job! You are already on the path of healing! Now with my help you'll reach a lovely new future.”

“Well I'm rather happy with what I currently have. Enough of this talk, you will confuse my customers.”

“oh? Oh you are worried about confidentiality? Not a worry! Our discussion is filtered, they cannot hear information they are not allowed to. They are likely hearing us chat on about the weather haha.”

“What?” his frown turned into confusion, how cute.

“oh yes! Being your guardian means dealing with personal stuff for you, it wouldn't be right if someone could just listen in to our conversation. There is also the fact that I hold knowledge that should not be heard by mortal ears and luckily the filter works to block it all! No secret spilt or your personal feelings uncovered.”

He looked concerned for a moment before huffing out and directing his attention elsewhere.

“Of course the gods work in ‘mysterious ways’”

“oh, I'm not a god, I'm an angel.”

“I'm not talking about you.”

“ah…”

He simply ignored you after that, tavern goers came and went and when he wasn't attending to them or greeting familiar faces he busied himself checking lists, stock and otherwise keeping things in order. You found your spot on the bar bench and hadn't moved since, only watched, you tried to start up another conversation but he had shut you down rather quickly so you were once again left in silence to sit. It had been a while since you surrounded yourself with mortals and the distinction was clear, they easily made merry and got on with life none the wiser of the world yet still all too eager to enjoy their lives, it was refreshing. Their simple lives were so cute, it was moments like this that made you fall in love with your job all over again, only pity is your current mortal doesn't seem as pleased. Humans are both simple and complex and your dear mortal was complexing to the core. You felt the hurt in him and yet he did not want help, you stated you were of Celestia and he refused you, why? Perhaps you'll need to try out some different methods to get close.

The early night turned late and Diluc finished his tasks leaving the few stragglers for Charles to close up after. He took his coat and disappeared out the back door. It took a moment for you to register he had left, so engrossed in your own thoughts and your surroundings you had actually stopped monitoring your mortal, not that you'd admit to doing that of course. Quickly you got out of your seat and ran after him, a few moments later you were at his side as he trudged on Mondstadts roads.

“soooo~ Mondstadt huh? Pretty place.”

He said nothing

“Last time I was here was ages ago, the winds really have flattened out the hills, it's nice!”

...

“I'm still not so happy about the smell in the air, you'd think that would have cleared out by now.”

“What?” he finally looked at you and it was in total confusion. “What are you going on about?”

“oh haha! I was just thinking aloud, I actually can't say. Hmmm… how could i word this… you've killed people right?”

All you saw was his back as he sped walked forward, eyes ever on his depressed past and not on you, his future.

“Diluc of Mondstadt halt! I did not mean to be offensive, I just wanted to link a connection you would recognise. That smell of death lingers in- it-” haha filters… you need to recompose yourself. “Haha nevermind! Topics of the past are not fun. How about we talk about you? You work at a bar? Oh no i believe i read you owned a winery, very impressive. But it being your fathers is no achievement of your own, we shall create your very own success in our journeys to come!”

“What?” his speed walking stopped, he held his stance firm, much like the form you need to take in the scene of battle, no sign of weakness displayed even in a simple action such as standing. Too bad for him you knew he was just playing, there is no way he could actually hold himself so well when he's so in need. And yet it didn't feel that way and he looked genuinely angry for some reason, you've only been encouraging.

“What right do you have to claim The Dawn Winery is not an achievement of my own?”

“Well simply you're not the one who developed it but that's okay! We have other chances, we can-”

“Not ‘we’, ‘I’ and it has always been ‘I’. I am the one that has gotten myself up to this point and have no need for a ‘we’. I do not need your confirmation nor your support which consists of empty notions and insensitive remarks. Leave before I force you to.” He took out his blade. He actually took out his blade on you, proof he'd follow through with his words.

What have you done wrong? Why is he so confusing? The others weren't this confusing. They were just sad and depressed and you comforted them but this one is just angry, your comfort feeding the flames but he wouldn't have had an application made for him if he wasn't in despair. Just what is this mortal's problem?

“Diluc of-”

“Do not even speak my name if you cannot say it correctly. I understand you may be an inhuman being but that does not exempt you from working by human standards when speaking with one. And typically human standards will not have one creating a false narrative of some guardian angel you are trying to play. Again, leave me be. That is your final warning.”

“But- but I am! It is not a false image, I am an official of Celestia, i am here to help.”

He lowered his blade but still his eyes remained sharp. His claymore could never harm you anyway yet the sting of his look was felt.

“Then tell me, if you truly are sent from Celestia why is it that you come now once my life is content? Why now when your ramblings prove nothing but eer and not in the time when I truly could have needed Celestia's help?”

It hasn't been that long though…

“I cannot answer that. See-”

“If you cannot answer, it means I cannot accept. To say Celestia sent help yet failed means to lose all respect for the gods. It is easier for me to say the gods work in unknown ways, that I faced my hardships without their guidance for a reason then to be told they failed, that I could have had an easier past if not for the incompetence of others whom are meant to be superior to us mortals. It is for that reason that I hold some semblance of respect for them that I cannot accept you as an agent of theirs.”

How? But that's not- what? His words held no meaning, no meaning you could understand anyway, they were only a collection of words that could not fit together. You could not understand them, you could not comprehend them. Is this how mortals feel trying to comprehend the higher plane? But his words are not a superior entity to you, you are superior, you should understand! But his words… What could he mean? Of course he respects Celestia but how does that differ to accepting you are one of theirs? It's not like Celestia could do anything wrong to garner disrespect. Right? No, it's unquestionable. Its- its-

You feel the strange tingle, you should move on from this subject. Right! Yes, move onto a new subject and respect the mortal, feed into their understanding if it means they can progress.

“haha i see i see. Well you do not have to see me as an official of celestia then! You can see me as a helpful spirit that has decided to join you in your adventure!”

“i refuse”

DAMN HUMAN LISTEN

“ahaha ha… um how about as-”

“The only thing I see you as is a malignant being whom pesters me for their own satisfaction.”

Ouch… but you could work with this!

“I see! Yes yes, your dismay gives me joy so in order for me to not ‘pester’ you you must not fall into dismay but rather develop and progress a more healthy future, yes okay! Human! I shall follow you and ‘pester’ you from this point onwards!”

He did a physical rolling of the eyes, rolling his body along as well as he turns himself away from you and continues walking.

“If you do so quietly I might reconsider impaling you on my blade.”

Its progress! Okay, you need to listen to him.

“right right, i shall only speak when absolutely needed oh or to say something to agitate you considering i am a malevolent being. In all honesty though, I find it hard to say disparaging things. I usually work as a supportive and helpful being but I will try to be vexatious.” You hear a faint ‘you don't even have to’ come from him, silly human, you can still hear him even at this distance.

A little bit more of a filler introduction to the fic im working on! If the dialogue feels awkward, good, its meant to be. As always angst shall follow but i find the dynamic rather fun. Let me know your thoughts and opinions of what youd like to see in the future!

#yahooworks #diluc x reader #diluc x gn reader #diluc x male reader #diluc x fem!reader #diluc x female reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x male reader #genshin x female reader #genshin x gn reader

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witch-hazels-musings · 2 years

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one and only

warning: 18+ !!! ns-fw - (hickies, fingering, intercourse (no protection), couch sex - spicy spice!)

Diluc x Female!reader | anthology

Diluc

you missed him. more than you could describe and, at times, more than you could comprehend. day dreams, imaginations, fantasies you kept hidden from those around you swirled wildly in your mind until it became too much

you were lost - lost in the thought of him - the desire of him - and you found it impossible to hold yourself back

Your body was hot. Hotter than it had been in weeks, and still you pushed yourself further against him until you were consumed by the temperature. The couch cushions provided you just enough stability as you pressed down with your knees, your hands becoming lost in his hair while your lips captured his over and over again. You were insatiable, and so was he.

he missed you. every part of him was electrified at your touch. how long had it been since he felt your skin against him, since he breathed in the sensational sounds of your voice, since he allowed himself to let go and simply become part of his desire

he was famished - desperate to experience you once again - and he found it impossible to stop himself

Diluc whispered your name against bruised and love kissed marks on your neck. Every hickie was another badge of his devotion to you, another demonstration of how painful the weeks had been since the two of you could be with one another. He would have taken all the blame for your separation, but he knew you’d never allow him such burdens.

“I missed you,” you breathed into his hair. The scent of wine soaked barrels and cedar filling your nose every time you took a shaky breath. He pushed against you, his hips lifting as if to meet the body that ached for him. It made you whimper and he gripped tighter on the back of your shirt.

“And I you,” he sighed, lips and teeth grazing over your collarbone. You paused for a moment only to hazelly work yourself out of your shirt. It was like your body had a mind of its own; a desperate, almost feral need consumed you, screaming to be exposed for him. The heat of his breath, the sound of his moans as you shifted on top of him or at the sight of your chest now in full view. He crashed into you and you took him.

As if lost in a fog, you stumbled forward with tingling hands reaching for his clothes. The loosening of his tie, the almost comedic way you tugged, pulled, and wined as you attempted to unbutton his shirt. In all the intimate moments with him, this one felt so different. Like an all consuming fire, you were destined to swallowed by him one way or another. “Diluc --” you panted, cheeks tingling, heart pounding when you caught sight of his eyes in the dimly lit room. His jaw clenched, gaze intense as he looked up at you, chest heaving. It made you falter, but he waited for you. “I want you.”

The words dripped from your lips like sweet confections melting in the afternoon sun and Diluc availed himself to taste every one. In an instant, he lifted you of his lap, the cold air was unpleasant but the ringing of his buckle chimed like life in your ears. Though you were happy to take him in all at once, he made sure you wouldn’t be harmed, even now.

“Mmm,” he hummed at the sight, the sound of you as his fingers slid inside your cunt. The sensation caused you to rock your hips forward, pressing your partly covered stomach against his erection. Your eyes fluttered closed but not before you caught a glimpse of his expression and the rich desire that flashed in his eyes. You would have begged him for more if your voice wasn’t being stolen by the movement of his fingers.

Slow, steady thrusts of his fingers, a supportive hand pressing against your lower back so you could experience it all. His strength kept you up as trembling legs did their best to hold themselves off his lap. He added another finger and you cried out at the feeling. His thumb pushed against your clit, the added pressure made your veins run hot. With gentle kisses he littered across your chest, he made sure his devotion to you was felt in all that he did, but you wanted more, so much more.

Pushing at his wrist, you willed him to stop and in a voice you didn’t recognize, you begged him to be yours.

Diluc repositioned you over him, ensuring you’d have enough space by sliding down and spreading his legs. You took this opportunity to remove your final article of clothing before taking him in. The feeling of his cock entering you stole your breath. You moaned, working him until his dick was completely inside you. Diluc’s fingers dug into your thighs as you settled. The slight pain offset by the warmth of him, by the expression on his face. His eyes closed, his lips parted and his voice filled you up where the connection couldn’t.

You’d waited so long for this. Hours, days, weeks where the two of you barely caught a moment together. Fleeting kisses followed by endless distractions. It was like invisible forces were working to keep the two of you apart but, just as he promised, he would never let anything keep him long and now you could finally be with him as if it were your first time.

To re-experience each other, to witness the obsession you both held for the other, and the love that solidified it all. He was yours, you were his, and right now you were each others - together.

You kissed him but only enough to let him know you were ready. You rose with tired thighs only to come crashing down on him over and over. The feeling of him stretching you, of his cock filling you up was one of the greatest sensations you’d ever known. It was an addiction you didn’t know you had until you were drowning in it. Your body rippled in waves, the pleasure making you senseless. Diluc pushed into you and you cried out.

“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, panted, swore as his hands slid up your waist and gripped at the skin pushing against your ribs. You used his shoulders to better support yourself, and when it started to become too much, desperate hands slid down to his biceps while he brought you near to him. “So damn beautiful,” he repeated, working into you at a pleading pace.

Your leg cramped but it was impossible to care when your body clenched, spasmed, cried out because of him. Wrapping your arms around him was all you could do, moaning against his neck was all you knew, hearing him cry out your name as he reached his orgasm was the only thing you focused on. He was your one and only, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I missed you,” you said again. “So much,” and with a tired, satisfied laugh you practically collapsed against his heaving chest. It was adorable the way he hummed in satisfaction, how his lips sought you out before his thoughts came back to clarity. You smiled as he pushed his forehead against your chin so he could reach the marks he left on your neck, your chest.

In your gleeful haze, you settled more around him not caring of the mess the two of you made. Your fingers brushed his sweaty hair, ran down the edge of his jaw, his neck and bounding vein that pulsed at the beat of his heart. He shivered and you kissed his nose.

“You are everything to me,” he finally said, voice hoarse, delicious. His eyes met your, you didn’t dare look away. “No matter what tomorrow brings, nothing will change the way I feel about you.”

How many times had you worried about the stability of your love. How many nights had you gone to sleep restless, fearful that the man of your dreams would not be there to join you. He was busy, you were busy, and at times it seemed like your partnership was all but a dream. How foolish of you to doubt his conviction.

Running your fingers over his lips, your heart flipped at the kiss he pressed against them. “Are you saying you’re my one and only?”

“Till darkness take us,” he pledged as he leaned up and sealed his words with a kiss, arms caging you against him and surrounding you in his heat.

#hazels 18+#genshin 18+#genshin smut #genshin impact smut #diluc smut #diluc 18+#genshin impact diluc 18+#diluc x female reader #diluc x fem!reader #I don't normally write just female works #but Im rusty AND i wanted to indulge #I also miss him #so this is a love letter to my one and only

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lovechai · 1 year

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diluc ragnvindr x fem! reader

involves ! modern au, ( nsfw themes ) cheating, fingering, unprotected sex

author's note : it's been a while (years!) since i wrote smut, but i had this diluc brainrot i couldn't get out of my head while trying to sleep... so here it is. i'll most likely write a full-blown fic out of this idea but for now, this will make do. also!!! do mind the themes mentioned above!!!

So close, yet so far.

He is Diluc Ragnvindr, a member of the wealthiest clan in all of Mondstadt, a star player for a rival university’s esteemed basketball team, and it is known that he is currently engaged to an heiress from another prominent family back home. You are the unica hija of an affluent political family in your nation, spending time miles away from home to study business at a prestigious university. Although you and Diluc run in the same circles, the both of you already know ever since the very first meeting that you cannot be together.

Hence why it is a well-kept secret that Diluc fucks you whenever he gets a chance to be with you.

Sneaking out after training sessions and games, after scheduled dinner dates with the woman his father had arranged for him to marry, after and in between classes, in the privacy of your luxury apartment, Diluc always manages to take your attention away from anything else for you to focus on him alone.

He would always greet you with a fervor kiss that never fails to make your knees weak, slipping an arm behind you and another under the bend of your knees to carry you to your bed. Then he would take his time undressing you, trailing soft kisses and words along every corner of your body.

“I’ve missed you so much,” Diluc would say before he’d run the flat of his tongue across the perk of your breast for a taste he ceaselessly longs for. He would then look up at you with those fiery red eyes full of lust to take in the sight of you panting for more. “Did you miss me, my love?”

His mouth would leave every part of you burning with need and desperation that you could never resist running and tugging your fingers through his untied long red hair.

No matter how much you would writhe under him and how much you would beg for him to take you right there, Diluc doesn’t. Instead he meets your lips for another kiss as he slips a hand down to your entrance, gathering slick and rubbing your folds with the pads of his fingers. And when you’re finally whimpering in anticipation, slowly, he’d bury two digits inside down to the knuckles before he starts moving them in and out of you at a gradual pace. Soon, you’re grabbing onto his shoulders hard and sobbing against his wide chest, toes curling from his long fingers hitting the right spots.

But there are times when impatience would get the best of him. Whether it is out of frustration or out of his overwhelming desire for you, he’d immediately get rid of his clothes and fill you with his throbbing cock to the hilt. There’s a familiar sting as you could never get used to his size, but that pain is shortly replaced with pleasure when he begins rutting into you. He just fucks you senselessly that the queen-sized bed underneath you creaks from every single time his hips meet yours.

You’re both panting, and you could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter whenever you hear him let out a guttural moan. Your legs are getting numb, but he holds onto your thighs tight to keep you in place without taking his eyes off of you.

“Fuck, right there!” you wail out as soon as you feel that familiar high, your heart’s rapid beating ringing in your ears and your vision becoming hazy.

Wrapping your legs around his waist, Diluc closes the gap between the two of you and buries his face in the crook of your neck. His strokes are now heavy, every thrust against your walls sending you into a mind-numbing frenzy. Your orgasm is nearing its peak, leaving you a stuttering mess. And you finally come with a choked sob escaping your throat, your back arching and your nails digging into his skin.

He continues pounding into you despite the overstimulation it brings, chasing his own high. Groaning against your neck, he spills his seed inside you. He only slows down and doesn’t pull out until he is sure that his cum is spilling out of you with a last few thrusts. He lays down on top of you afterwards, pressing his lips on the corner of your lips.

“I love you,” Diluc would always tell you. His gaze would then turn gentle, a stark difference from his usual demeanor, and it strikes a chord within you, once again setting your heart thumping apace.

Despite your unfortunate circumstances, you convince yourself that it’s better this way. Way better than having to regret not spending a part of your life with him.

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genshinimpactlife · 1 year

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Can I request some nsfw headcanons please :^]? A power bottom reader with Diluc, everyone would think that Diluc is the one that takes the lead, but the reader is the real one who yanks the leash 👀👀👀👌

Diluc with a Power Top Reader

Nobody would ever expect it.

Diluc not taking the lead? Not controlling what happens in the bedroom? Impossible.

But you have him wrapped around your finger.

He looks so pretty on his knees, looking up at you all wide-eyed and eager to please.

He especially loves when you tell him to open his mouth, spitting into his mouth and on his face.

He whines and moans like a little whore as you have him bent over the bed, preparing his hole with your fingers and some lube.

"Please… I can't take another finger."

"Oh, you can take my cock/strap but not my fingers? I'm sure you can if you try."

He has the most sinful expression when he slowly lowers himself on you, your cock/strap deep in his ass.

He can hardly even keep up with your frantic thrusts up into him. The way he bounces up and down, his mouth hanging open, makes him look like a little whore.

You love teasing him when he gets like this; absolutely dumb on your cock/strap

"Such a good boy for me, aren't you?"

You love taking him from behind with a collar around his neck, keeping his head from drooping down with the tight hold of the leash.

Diluc lets out the sweetest whines when he orgasms, his entire body trembling from the force of them.

He loves pleasing you, he will do anything you say without hesitation.

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Hi anon! I just was informed that I did this request wrong. I got the terms mixed up in my head. If you would like to request again I'll do it correctly and be extra with the post. I'm sorry about my mistake 🙏🙏

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angelicizedeve · 2 years

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𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖈𝖍.

synopsis: your tutor may or may not have a little crush on you ...

☆ diluc tutor au

diluc ragnvindr was a very composed young man.

his uniform was always ironed and worn neatly, his soft red locks were always tied back in a ponytail, and he was a perfect student, with a’s in all of his classes, of which you were in many. while you’d never had an actual conversation with him, it wasn’t hard to remember who he was based on his appearance.

when you found out that you were flunking math, your parents freaked out. they told you to go look for a tutor, and so you begrudgingly did. there weren’t that many in the tutoring program your school held to begin with, let alone ones that weren’t already booked up. “i don’t know what to do!” you complained to your friends as you sat in the cafeteria. “everyone’s either unreasonably expensive, or they don’t have a space for me.”

“maybe you should just ask someone who’s good at math.” one of your friends said with a shrug. “everyone’s desperate to make money any time, i’m sure they’ll agree.”

“but it’s calculus, everybody in my class is struggling as is.” you reasoned, aggressively zipping up your bag.

“what about that red-haired guy? isn’t he good at, like, everything?”

your eyes wandered over to diluc, who was seated at the same table he usually is. “yeah, he is. i'm too nervous to talk to him though. it’ll be so awkward.” your friend raised an eyebrow at you. “would you rather have one awkward conversation, or fail a class?” you groaned and hesitantly agreed to talk to him during calculus.

“tutor you?” diluc repeated. you nodded with a hopeful and polite smile. “uh, i suppose so. i can do it after school today if you’d like.” he offered. “yes, thank you so much!” you quickly said graciously. you left calculus with a pep in your step, a complete change from usual.

“so, do you understand it now?” diluc asked, pointing at the question you both had just gone over. you nodded vigorously. “thank you so much diluc, you don’t know how much this helped me.” you said, gathering your books and papers. “you’re a really great teacher! i’ll see you tomorrow!~” you hurriedly exited the library, tired after the hours spent studying. if you hadn’t left so quickly, you’d be able to notice the pink hue that painted your tutor’s face because of your quick compliment.

oh diluc, poor, poor diluc. if you weren’t so stressed about finals coming up, you’d surely notice the way that he blushes every time your arms brush, or whenever he has to lean over your shoulder to look at your paper. nearly every other girl would be able to pick up on these subtle innuendos, which all pointed to him having a crush on you. in fact, you never would’ve noticed his behavior if your friends hadn’t pointed it out one day. but you refused to believe that this attractive man could have a crush on you. still…that didn’t stop you from daydreaming about the idea.

#writing.by.eve.ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚#diluc fluff #diluc x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #fluff #tutor au #diluc fanfic #diluc x gender neutral reader #diluc x female reader #diluc x male reader #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #genshin fluff #genshin imagines

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fireluc-loml · 7 months

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Challenging insecurity

♪ Synopsis: That night, as the moon painted shadows in the room, [name] felt trapped in her insecurities. Her thoughts focused on a detail that seemed enormous to her: her small breasts. Although she knew that her partner, Diluc, accepted her as she was, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with herself.

♪ Pairing: F! Reader X Diluc ragnvindr

¡TW!: Afab, Insecurities, mention of psychologist, low self-esteem, mention of beauty standards, angst (?) & fluff.

READER'S FEELINGS

[name] had a hard time seeing a part of her body, her breasts, the most unsightly thing that she could ever had.

Perhaps because of those times when she saw women who were confident and had a good body, but when it came to looking at herself she felt uncomfortable in the greatest way possible, there was no way she was attractive or even pretty like other women. [Name] began to reconsider the idea of wearing bras with more padding to be just like these women. She wanted so much to wear necklines and make herself look great, but she often wears clothes to hide her figure.

Since she was a teenager, she saw how her classmates and friends developed even more, leaving her behind, so she got used to wearing covered clothes, but the time when her insecurities jumped out the most was when she was intimate with his partner, She was sure that his husband didn't care, but she did care about being "pretty".

FEELINGS OF DILUC

Diluc doesn't really care and wouldn't pay attention to that, he's used to some families or noble women trying to get close to him for his money and status, So when he met you he definitely didn't have any problems about how your body was like, after all it doesn't define how much you are worth and how much you deserve to be loved.

Diluc te ama más que a nada y una talla no iba a hacer este cambio, tus senos eran parte de tu cuerpo y de tu maravillosa tú , pero cuando Diluc comenzó a notar estos pequeños hábitos que surgían de ti, se detuvo a pensar por un momento. : ¿Qué te pasó al mirarte así en el espejo? ¿Por qué no usaste la ropa que tanto querías usar? ¿Qué le pasaba a tu cuerpo para causar esa reacción?

That night, as the moon painted shadows in the room, [name] felt trapped in her insecurities. Her thoughts focused on a detail that seemed enormous to her: her small breasts. Although she knew that her partner, Diluc, accepted her as she was, she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable with herself.

She had found a perfect dress to wear but when she measured it she didn't look the least bit "attractive" compared to the model in the magazine, she burst into tears after thinking about how much disgust his body generated in her because, she couldn't even see it in a mirror…

Diluc entered the room while you were suffering your crisis, the first thing that popped into your mind was embarrassment, however his reaction took you out of your thoughts, He turned to you and asked if there was something wrong. The next decision you made took a lot of courage to make, but you talked to him about how you felt and how your body was affecting you mentally.

Diluc was not very good at managing his emotions or even these situations, but he did not hesitate to focus on how you felt, he listened to you carefully and gave you a hug.

"Society often sets unrealistic standards, which can influence how you feel. Your body is different and ultimately more beautiful in its own way."

Diluc undoubtedly asked if you needed to go to a psychologist, to which you agreed after thinking about it for a while, This helped you control your emotions and Diluc was even aware of the sessions and how they made you feel. After all, just because he was a man busy with his work didn't mean he would neglect his partner.

diluc started looking for ways to make you feel good and mainly suggested that you go on trips together, Not to escape from feelings but to learn lessons together and so that you could finally try on the clothes you wanted so much.

You learned to improve your feelings, there are still times when your insecurity jumps out, after all there are many standards that had affected you throughout your life, But at least you know that your husband would be there to provide support as much as he can and maybe that's why you love him.

REMEMBER: Society puts the pressure and burden on women's shoulders to have incredibly unrealistic bodies for everyone's taste, However, you should not let yourself be carried away by these types of opinions after all, your body is unique and is uniquely yours. I am aware that you have actually hated your body several times when looking at yourself or when trying on clothes, but you should never let anyone criticize your body, as it does not belong to them, feel safe, I know it costs a lot and always remember to stay with those people who know how to value you and your beautiful body!

//what should i do next? //

(English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any errors)

#diluc x you #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr #genshin diluc #diluc fluff #diluc x female reader #diluc x y/n #genshin x female reader #genshin fluff #diluc the love of my life

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angelltheninth · 9 days

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AHH so excited your requests are open!! Could we get waking them up by sitting on their face with tartaglia, diluc, and any other character(s) of your choice :>

I'm assuming those two are your faves? Great taste.

Pairing: Diluc, Childe x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, morning sex, cunnilingus, fingering, clit stimulation, hair-pulling, thigh biting, face-riding

A/N: Just between us (and everyone else who reads this) I like Childe a bit more.

Diluc mumbles a quick, and confused, good morning against your pussy, which is now right above him. You... can't be this horny already, he's not even fully awake yet. Although it's not like you can do these things while at work. You absolutely have and luckily haven't been caught yet, this is a better solution, get it done in the morning. And then before going to sleep. Lift your hips up a little, he wants to get his finger inside you, feeling your hungry cunt clenching around his fingers while he bussies himself with your clit.

"See someone couldn't wait for me to wake up. Honestly, what's wrong with you, what if I talked in my sleep and bit you? You're right, you do like getting hurt when it's me. Then I'd have to kiss it better. I'll do that regardless, come here, darling."

Childe pulls you close to his mouth the moment he opens his eyes and sees you looking down at him, begging for his mouth on your dripping, empty cunt. Such a delectable meal you presented him with. His mouth is watering before he gets the first lick in, pushing his tongue into your wet pussyhole, tasting you as deeply as his tongue could go. As he holds you firmly against him you can only move as much as he allows it, you are at his mercy. Mercy of his tongue and teeth, biting into your thigh because he needs to show off his work somehow.

"That short skirt, you're wearing that all day today, that's right baby. You really care about what others will say about you? Should have thought of that before riding my face first thing in the morning. Now everyone will know what a dirty girl you are."

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astranne · 1 year

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A WINTER'S KISS !genshin snippet

notes // finally my diluc piece for the winter writing even of the @yae-publishing-house hehe. Have some mondstadt simping and a writing style that is very new to me, but i thought it would fit. no gn!reader for this one, it's fem!reader. thank you @keqism for reading it hehe

tagging // @keqism , @pyroxeene

Diluc Ragnvindr, the uncrowned King of Mondstadt, the owner of the Dawn Winery, pyro vision holder and… no husband nor father.

Given his age, many assume he should be looking for a wife, for someone to continue his blood line, yet there is nobody.

This is why many of Mondstadt’s maidens fancy themselves with stories about themselves and Diluc, becoming the next Lady Ragnvindr, yet he never glances at them, busy with his massive workload, not only as Head of the Ragnvindr Clan, but also as the owner of a Winery business. There is no hope for them, many know, yet they can’t help it.

They believe he would be a dutiful husband, a loving one, simply assuming because he is dashing and loving in their fantasies. So blinded they are, so blinded they can not see, see how someone is already by his side, just hidden away, hidden until the first snow graces the lands of Mondstadt.

Always when the roofs of Mondstadt are painted white, when the blue sky goes gray and when cold winds sweep across the fields, always then a small smile graces the lips of Diluc Ragnvindr. When snowflakes decorate his fiery red hair, kiss his blushing cheeks, he gazes up in wonder, his heart filled with hope and love.

Winter is the favorite season of many, and they can’t help but notice, it’s Diluc’s favorite season too. He doesn’t play in the snow like the children do, nor does he slide down the hills with a sled and still- when one watches him, the joy, the happiness and love on his face, when it snows heavily, they can be seen clearly.

Yet when the stars glitter across the dark sky, when Mondstadt’s people return to their warm homes, he is outside, but not alone.

A spirit accompanies him, giggling while twirling around him, creating snowflakes and letting them fall on his hot skin, where they melt into nothingness. She is as if made out of snow, white hair and white skin, with a white dress, while the air around her is ice cold. But when they meet, a simple touch of skin or hesitant touch of lips, he warms her and she cools him.

Blind they are, the fair maidens of Mondstadt, because Diluc Ragnvindr has long given his heart to the fairest maiden of all.

A spirit of winter.

ASTRANNE 2022

#genshin impact #diluc x reader #diluc x fem!reader #diluc x female reader #diluc #genshin diluc #diluc ragnvindr #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #diluc scenarios #🪐 galaxy milky way

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inazuman · 2 years

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i want diluc’s rings and chains in my pussy so bad :( cool to the touch and then coated with arousal, he likes to watch the way your fluids cling to the metal

#diluc smut #diluc x reader #diluc x reader smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader smut #jovia talking #diluc x female reader

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ghulehthezombiequeen · 1 year

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Diluc Headcanons: Christmas Edition

masterlist.

it’s december again how did we get here

also sorry for disappearing i got really busy and kinda forgot tumblr existed

bro I don’t even like this man all that much but here we are

this is pure fluff btw maybe some crack at the end but it’s all in good fun

also i’m very inconsistent so i can (and will) change themes randomly sorry

Ok so yk that one head canon a while back this year that when he sings he sounds like Michael Bublé? Yeah think about that but Christmas-ify it.

Like imagine this: the tavern (and all of Mondstadt) is all decked out for Christmas and venti is off somewhere doing who knows what and he can’t perform at the tavern so Diluc (begrudgingly) has to perform in his place

He shows up on the stage in his normal attire but this time he has a red-and-white striped tie (so it looks like a candy cane) and- oh look at that! you’re there tonight of all nights! so mans just starts singing “it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas” trying to impress you

LIKE UGHHHHH I’M IMAGINING IT IN MY HEAD AND IT’S SO BEAUTIFUL WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE IT

PLEASE DILUC COSPLAYERS BRING THIS TO LIFE BEFORE I DO IT MYSELF

Bonus: He plays Santa for the children every year.

LIKE I’M GIGGLING JUST THINKING ABOUT WHEN IT’S KLEE’S TURN AND HE JUST KINDA LOOKS AT YOU SINCE YOU’RE ONE OF THE ELVES AND HE’S JUST KINDA SILENTLY LIKE “H E L P”

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space-dragon-ace · 1 year

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Lying is the most fun~

Pairing: Kaeya x Reader x Diluc Word count: 1606 Description: They both had so much to offer you, why should you say no to either of them? Additional info: Reader has lots of red flags; Cheating, Gaslighting, Manipulation Tagging @coco-goat-milk, @cloudisyelling

„It's just an argument!“ „It's the third this month!“ „We're both stressed, Diluc! It's middle of harvest season for you and all month, I had the most stupid injuries and most entitled patients of my career come in! We're stressed, our patience is thin as paper! Of course we're gonna argue, that's what happens when two stressed people with little patience left come together!“ Both of you panted, emotions still high from the yelling match you had up to a minute ago. The reason for the argument was truly stupid, so what if you had carried in some mud when you returned? Not like Diluc didn't had an armada of maids who could clean that up. And already did it while you argued... Your boyfriend seemed to realize your point too, slumping a bit. „Maybe we need a break...“, he whispered, pinching the bridge of his nose. You nodded, slowly walking up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. „Maybe. All this stress is not good for us and our relationship. I don't want us to break up just because of stress“, you whispered. Diluc sighed, nodding and putting his arms around you, squeezing you. „Me neither. But I can't just leave now...“ He sounded downright desperate, and thank the Archons he couldn't see your face right now. Where one would expect to be sympathy, there was only annoyance. „Then... how about I stay at my friend's place for a bit? Wait until we're both calmed down, or just until the season ended?“ Diluc pulled back at your suggestion, eyes wide in shock. Your expression had morphed from annoyed to fake-empathy in a heartbeat, you were an actor through and through. „I-isn't that a bit extreme?! Yes, the arguments are there, but you said it yourself, it's just the stress!“ If there was one thing Diluc was truly afraid of, it was losing his loved ones. His father's death had scarred him deeply, and the rift he had opened between himself, Kaeya and Jean was just as bad. And while things were better with the Dandelion Knight, and even his bond with Kaeya was mending itself, his fear of driving loved ones away was ever persistent. Something you knew how to use to your advantage. You knew how to smile, how to speak, how to look into his eyes. „It's just two more weeks, my love~ And after that, we can both take time off, relax together. How about a trip to Liyue? I heard they have a wonderful Opera at the moment.“ One you had wanted to see for a while, yet the tickets were always so expensive. Good thing your boyfriend owned a Winery and had a lot of Mora. Mora he could spend buying you nice things. Mora you knew how to make him spend on nice things for you. It was a simple formula, you'd tell him about something you wanted, look at it longingly while pretending to count how long you'd have to save to buy it, then sigh and look disappointed. Maybe throw in a „So long... I hope it's still available then...“ for good measure when you knew he listened and watched. Ta-Da, you'd get it the next day, without fail. You just needed to make sure to leave some time between every item you got. „Yeah... yeah, maybe that's a good idea. I wanted to visit Liyue for a while now, and an Opera with you sounds nice“, Diluc agreed, nodding a bit. Internally, you smirked. He was right where you needed him, desperate enough to do whatever to keep you close, but not desperate enough to see through your schemes. On the outside, you smiled, making sure to fake a hint of pain in it. Pretended to hate being separated from him. „Then that is what we'll do, my dear. I'll stay with my friend until the end of season, and then we can have a nice vacation. Just the two of us~“ You kissed his nose, hugging him again. Felt his nod right next to you, how his arms squeezed you against him tightly. Yeah, some time away from him was what you needed. Arguments in a relationship were normal, and everyone who said something different was either a doormat or someone who thought they were the center of the universe. But so many arguments? No, they were not normal. And if you weren't such a good actor and manipulator, Diluc would have realized.

With a smile, you knocked on the door in the Knight's Headquarter. Just a moment later, the person inside called „Come in!“, which made you giggle a bit. Entering the room, you skipped over to Kaeya, who made a happy sound upon seeing you. He pushed back his chair a bit, allowing you to sit on his lap. You hugged him tightly, before kissing his lips, feeling joy as he returned the affection. No, you didn't love him, but he was a Captain and good friends with Jean, which made you somewhat untouchable to most citizens. None of them wanted the Calvary Captain mad at them, for they all feared what he'd be capable off. And while some of them suspected you of stealing and such, no one had concrete proof. Which made it impossible to report you, Kaeya would raise hell on anyone who dared to accuse you of a crime without solid proof. Which you made sure you never left. „Did Diluc let you leave for the day?“, Kaeya asked, reports forgotten. You smiled and nodded. „Yeah, he did. And not only that, he gave me the next two weeks off!“ Kaeya beamed at you, happiness radiating from him. „Really? That's awfully nice of him.“ You nodded again, giggling. „It is. So the next two weeks, it just my nurse shifts and then we can have each other all to ourselves~“, you hummed, „Though, after that little vacation, he has some duty in Liyue, and wants me to come with him. Said it's important...“ Your performance was flawless, you sounded truly upset of being away from Kaeya for a while. He was a schemer himself, but not even he saw through you. It was the highest achievement you had, fooling two men who prided themself in their wits and ability to see through such liars. Kaeya pouted a bit, and if you weren't so gleeful over another success in your kingdom of lies, you would have found it cute. „Well, then I guess that means I have to make the most of the two weeks we have~“, he said, „How about I start right away and treat you to a nice dinner later? My treat of course, I highly doubt Diluc gave you a vacation just like that. So you either had an argument and he yelled at you, or you had to negotiate to Celestia and back for it. And I remember how that is with him, you must be exhausted.“ You sighed, leaning against your boyfriend. „I am. He got mad because I made a small mistake with the numbers, nothing that couldn't be fixed within five minutes tops. It was even at the very end of the calculation, so not like everything had to be re-done. But he got so mad, and then he started to yell, and I yelled back and it all escalated.“ Not a complete lie, you had made that mistake. But it wasn't Diluc who had started the fight, it was you acting huffy and egging him on into it. After all, if he got too comfortable, you would have a harder time keeping him in line. And it was easier to play the frightened victim when it wasn't you who yelled first. Guilt was sown into their minds so much easier when you let some fake tears roll down you cheeks, when you made yourself smaller, pretending to shiver in fear and sadness. Neither Kaeya nor Diluc were immune to the effect, the guilt eating them alive, both of them willing to do everything to erase you 'fear', to make you happy again. „How much longer until you're done?“, you asked, looking over the reports on Kaeya's desk. He hummed, scanning them as well. „I fear it will be at least another three hours. Sorry, there's just so many fatui action lately, and the normal crimes of the day. Disputes, people blowing things way out of proportion, you know the deal.“ You nodded, and for once, this was the truth. He had told you about a case where an old man wanted to have his son-in-law arrested, since he didn't approve of the genuine love and stable marriage that guy had with the old man's granddaughter. Same vein as a patient coming in with a common cold and acting like they caught the plague. „My pity, Kae. I hope you get some piece and quiet in the next weeks, you deserve it.“ With a faked smile, you kissed his cheeks, internally grinning at the happy sound it elicited from him.

Maybe it was a risk to be in a relationship with two men at once. Maybe it was a risk because they both knew each other and were known figures. Maybe it was a risk because you could be exposed any time. But that was the thrill of it. It was so risky, and yet you had managed for so long. And it would go on for even longer, until you grew tired of them, or until they had nothing left to offer you. They wouldn't catch you, no one would. You were too good of a liar for that~

#genshin impact Kaeya #genshin impact Diluc #diluc x male reader #diluc x female reader #diluc x gn reader #kaeya x male reader #kaeya x female reader #kaeya x gn reader #tw: gaslighting #tw: manipulation #tw: cheating

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witch-hazels-musings · 1 year

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Harbinger Diluc - Match 8 - History

Synopsis: One day, the Harbinger meets someone who ignites something different in him - and all he knows is to keep what he wants close, that’s all that matters

Harbinger!Diluc X FM Reader | Anthology

Warnings (specific to each chapter) - > sea sickness (throwing up, feeling of discomfort, unease), SPICE (16+)(making out, touching non-specific, reader wrapping legs around character, implied 18+ activities, hints at nudity not specified), Childe Spoilers (history of his past and why he joined the fatui), Diluc spoilers (mentions of his past, Hazels interpretation of how his past led him to joint he fatui)

It took you a while to come to terms with what he had said. The words weren’t distorted, the crashing waves against the side of the boat didn’t make you question what he told you, but it was still too much, and you felt like throwing up.

“... S- Snezhnaya?” Diluc nodded while you pressed your hand to your stomach. Never in your life did you think you’d head to the most dangerous, coldest, and most ruthless land in all of Teyvat. You’d heard stories of the torturous snow, of the freezing air that could turn the mist in your lungs to ice. To actually be on a ship headed toward - what you would consider - your worst nightmare was one thing, but to do so on a ship full of people you didn’t trust was somehow worse. “I um --”

“Would you like me to open a window?” Diluc asked, his footsteps drowned away in the creaking haul of the large ship. The bed dipped when he sat next to you, his fingers brushing over your tangled mess of hair. Shaking your head, you pulled your legs to your chest and moaned. If it weren’t for the familiar scent of Diluc’s coat smashing into your face, you might have completely lost sense of reality. “Try to breathe.”

Logically, you knew there wasn’t anything you could do but breathe, there wasn’t any choice you could make but to embrace the reality around you. You chose this, you were the one who stood in front of the Harbinger Targalia and threatened him, told him you’d go with him in order to protect Diluc. This was your fault, you were here because of your own choices. So why didn’t that make you feel any less miserable.

“Sick ...”

“Mmm?”

Lifting your head up, you grabbed Diluc’s arm, leaned toward him and though you tried to explain yourself, he seemed to understand by the expression on your face, “... sick ...”

“Oh! Hold on,” he moved just in time for you to shove your face in a bucket.

Your body hurt. Not just from the violent purge of your stomach, but your head throbbed, your legs and back ached, and your heart yearned for the solid feeling of dirt and rocks. Diluc did his best to stay by your side but it seemed even here duty called him away.

Rolling onto your side, you grimaced at the bubbles of gas and nausea that came with the action. The boat rattled against the waves and you wished for death.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” A gentle voice called to you from beyond the closed door. You glanced their way, waiting. They knocked, opened the compartment door, and peered in when you didn’t answer. “Pardon me,” a young woman said as she entered the room and bowed. She was carrying a small basket with cloth inside, her chestnut hair was tied back into a messy bun as if she hurriedly threw it together. When she stood up, you noticed the richness of her skin; apparently she had seen many days in the sun.

Quietly, she made her way toward the bed where you curled around a pillow, every once in a while groaning at the constant churning of the boat. The woman was silent for the most part, save for the hollow noises she made as she moved around the room. Her actions were specific, as if she knew every inch of the cabin you were in.

“... how long have you been here?” you asked, curious and hoping the conversation would be a good distraction.

“I’m sorry?” she paused with her hands hovering over the pile of clothing she placed in the chest near the end of the bed. Her head tilted so you asked your question again.

“It looks like you’ve been in this room many times. I’m just ...” a wave of nausea came over you so you quickly sat up, hand extending toward the now empty bucket, “wondering how long you’ve been on this boat.”

“Ah,” as the woman moved to assist you, her hair flopped to the side but she didn’t seem to mind. “Many years now.”

“Did they kidnap you too?” you mumbled into the bucket, ready for what was to come.

Her voice rang out into the sun-spilled room, a cool cloth touched the back of your head, “No such thing. The sea and I seem to have a deep connection.”

“ugh,”

“It takes some getting used to though, but once you find yourself,” she brushed the hair from your face and you noticed the lines that decorated her lower cheeks and eyes; years worth of joy were written across her skin. “You’ll notice the beauty the ocean has to offer.”

“... right now, I just want to settle my stomach.”

“Right,” she hummed and lifted herself off the bed. For a while you stared into the empty, terrible smelling bucket while she rummaged around. The sound of water and calming hums filled your senses until a kind hand returned to your side. “Drink this,” you looked at the cup she offered hesitantly. At this point, what harm could it do.

The liquid soothed your hot throat, it coated the inside of your stomach like a cool breeze laps away the sweat on your brow. You sighed and lifted yourself further from the bucket. “Tastes like ginger.”

“Mhm, a fine remedy for the sickness of the sea.”

“How much should I drink?”

She chuckled again, “All of it.” You nodded, and did as she suggested while she returned to her work.

“I’ve left a fresh outfit for you,” the woman explained, her hands once again wrapped around the basket she came in with, head bowed in respect. “Feel free to change when you’re ready. I will return in some time to check on you.”

“... thanks,” you replied, eyeing the cloth at the edge of the bed. It was simple, plain looking, which seemed unexpected considering the attire your companions chose to wear. The woman was about to leave but before she could go, you called to her again, “wait. You didn’t tell me your name.”

“It’s Sisi, ma’am,” she answered before exiting the room and leaving you alone.

You didn’t get up immediately, but once your body started to feel like you were in control, that the nausea plaquing you had run its course, you carefully made your way off the bed. It was strange to walk. You’d been on small boats before as a child. The unsteady rocking made you anxious, so you preferred to hunt for game in the woods than in the fishing boats. Here however, you were trapped. Again.

Each time the waves crashed against the bows of the ship, you felt it in your legs, in your chest. You cursed at the sensation. You hated feeling out of control, and here you had so little already. “Get it together,” you told yourself, as if that would help.

Carefully, you made your way toward the end of the bed where the outfit Sisi picked out for you laid. The fabric was different than what you were used to. Whoever weaved this together left ample space for wind to pass through. When you placed your hand inside the shirt, you noticed it still showed your skin and you hoped there was something more opaque to cover the parts of your body you didn’t want revealed.

Glancing around the room you found a door that, upon investigation, revealed itself to be a bathroom. It was annoying, but after a while you managed to change. When you stepped back into the room, Diluc was standing there, waiting.

“Oh, hello,” you greeted him as you bounced against the door frame, your legs dreadfully unprepared for the jostling sea.

He made his way toward you, unaffected. An outstretched hand came into view and you took it eagerly. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his finger grazing the back of your palm.

“Much better, I just -” you stumbled into him without wanting too and clicked your teeth, “I want to stand properly.”

“You’ll get used to it.”

“Archons, I hope so.”

Diluc fell silent. You weren’t sure why until you felt him adjust the clothes you’d just put on. His hand slowly moved across the sky-blue collar, his fingers smoothed out the uneven and wrinkled fabric covering your chest until he reached the hem of your pants where the shirt was tucked in. Diluc pulled at the long, thin sleeves covering your arms while you stood there, lost.

Your hair that often spilled over your shoulders was pulled back slightly by a hair clip. You were glad for it because the room was growing warmer by the second. “Diluc?” you questioned, eyes lifting away from his long-sleeve black button up to his face which was studying you intently. Swallowing, you looked to the floor.

“This suits you,” he professed as he took as step closer, unfazed by the way you bumped into him.

“I think you’d say that about anything.” Your hands were sweating so you rubbed them on your pants, lucky for you they were black.

“It wouldn’t make my statement any less true.” Lifting your head, you felt yourself sway at the intensity of him. His hair was tied back but some strands fell around his face even now, grazed his sharp jaw and shrouded his intense eyes until they were almost too much to look at. Backing up provided little reprieve because he followed you until you were flush against the door frame, his hand gripping the wood to keep you from slipping into the small room beyond.

It was hard to breathe. You found this rather common when trapped by him but instead of trying to wriggle your way free, you embraced the proximity, fighting back when you could. Your hips pushed into him, a rather forward action to which he rewarded with a demanding grip on your waist.

You could already feel yourself slipping under him. Quick breaths couldn’t stop the swelling sensation rising in your body. Your heart wouldn’t slow down no matter how many times you closed your eyes and willed it. Thoughts of the last night you were together flooded your mind. You yearned to experience it again.

Diluc leaned in, his eyes locked onto your lips but when you didn’t return the gesture, he stopped. “Do you not-”

“No,” you interrupted him, suddenly aware of his misunderstanding, “I’m just waiting.”

“Waiting for?” he asked, his breath hot as he hovered above the lips you could feel his desire to have.

“Waiting to see if we’ll be interrupted.”

“Mmm.” Diluc pulled away slightly so both of you could listened for the sound of footsteps just outside, the call of his name which so often came. Save for the distant chatter of the crew and the steady crashing of the waves, the only sound left was your heavy breathing. “I don’t he-”

“Yup.” With force, you cupped his face, tilted your own, and crashed into his lips. He responded in equal ferocity, fingers already pulling at the shirt you shoved into your pants. No matter how badly you wanted to keep kissing him, you couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped at the sensation of his hands against your skin, at the feeling of his thumb just below the most sensitive part of your chest. When he stopped so he could lift you around his waist, you let go and became practically feral at the display of his strength.

With ease and swiftness, he took you away from the support of the wall and carried you to the bed. It took little time to fall against it, and even less time to remove his shirt - since he practically tore it off himself. His red hair fell over his shoulder, brushed against your sensitive skin as he hovered above you. The tender affections he left across your neck, your jaw, your cheeks, filled you and made you gasp at every impression he left.

This must be what it feels like to love and be loved by another, you thought.

It was well into the evening when you made your first exit out of the cabin. Surprisingly, you noticed the rocking boat less than before. You weren’t sure if it was time that helped you adjust, or the guiding hand that led you up the steps. Either way, when you reached the deck, you felt your heart flip at the sight.

Nervous, unsteady, you made your way toward the edge of the massive ship. Griping the thick wooden taffrail, you admired a landscape you would have never seen otherwise.

Radiant reds, yellows, and oranges stretched across the shimmering water. The light flashed over the gentle waves, it danced and swayed creating shapes you’d never seen before. What stole your senses most was how endless it all was. Vast stretches of glittering water surrounded you and while the west glowed in brilliance, the east was lost in icy blues and pitch black.

“It’s quiet the sight, don’t you think?” Tartaglia’s voice ripped through your awe in an instant. Dejected, you settled back onto your feet.

“It was,” you mumbled under your breath but you were certain Diluc heard you by the way he turned his head the other way.

Tartaglia glided down the steps from the helm, his arms stretched wide as if he were soaking in the evening air. “Enjoy the weather while you can, comrade. The closer we get to Snezhnaya, haha, well, you’ll see.” he chuckled, stopping a few feet from where you were standing and placing a hand on the rail you leaned against earlier. His expression wasn’t what you expected. He seemed almost wistful, as if he were thinking of a private memory. “Neverminded that,” he shifted instantly; this man was like a living whiplash. “I bet you’re starving.” His comment was simple but pointed, and it made your chest hot. You tried to play it off but something about the way he smirked at the both of you made you extremely embarrassed.

“I - um.”

“I mean, you haven’t eaten in almost a day. Plus I heard you were sick,” he continued as if it was nothing and you felt your body catch on fire for thinking he was talking about what you and Diluc had done earlier. “Feeling better?” Nodding, you turned back to the sea to cool your face. “Great, let’s get you some food.” He waved, making his way toward the other side of the boat to a set of stairs. You followed after him but not before glancing at Diluc who looked unamused.

It was surprising just how big the ship was. The further down you went, the more shocked you were to find rooms, storage, commissary places that didn’t seem possible on a boat of this size. To be fair, you didn’t really recall examining the ship prior to leaving.

“Here,” Tartaglia escorted you to a table near the open kitchen. There were a few people working next to one another on small counters. They seemed to move smoothly, never once bumping into each other even with the unsteady floor beneath them. The harbinger disappeared for a moment before returning with a few plates. It was the last thing you expected, to be served by the 11th Harbinger of the Fatui. “It’s not the best food, but it’ll do,” he explained as he slid the dishes to you.

The meal was simple. A few slices of meat with boiled potatoes and vegetables. Nothing too overpowering, which was good considering you were starting to feel ill again. Though, as your stomach growled, you figured it was because you hadn’t eaten in a long time.

Tartaglia didn’t wait; the sound of his knife slamming into the plate as he picked up the meat to take a bite reminded you of an animal enjoying their kill. “So,” he began, excitement in his eyes and a smile on his lips, “how’d it feel to touch the talisman?”

“Tartaglia,” Diluc glowered at the man across the table, jaw clenching.

“Come on!” he exclaimed, hand slapping against the table, the other still holding the meat. “I’m curious. Don’t tell me you haven’t wondered the same thing?” Diluc’s jaw tightened and you figured it would be easier to appease Tartaglia rather than let something in Diluc’s ever-dwindling patience, snap.

“It hurt,” you replied before biting into your own food. You started with the potatoes before working toward anything with more potent flavor. When the harbingers looked at you, you continued, “It was like ... mmm ... a snake coiling up your arm and squeezing as tight as it can before sinking its teeth into you.”

“Ouch,” Tartaglia grimaced, though it seemed disingenuous.

“It was only for a bit, but ... it hurt.” You recalled the dark room flashing in violent blue, the darkness of the domain pushing down against you, the Herald’s power with every strike. Subconsciously, you peered at Diluc in your peripherals.

“Does it hurt any other time?”

“Mmm,” you thought about his question by taking a few other bites. Your appetite returning with force. “No.”

“What about when you fight?”

“It doesn’t ... hurt. It just feels -- I guess like an itch you can’t scratch?” Diluc’s attention turned to something down the hall but when you looked there wasn’t anything there. Or, at least, that’s what you thought.

“No more questions,” he demanded, eyes shifting to Tartaglia.

“Wha-”

“Now.” There was an uncomfortable pressure settling at the table. You could tell the young gentleman across from you desperately wanted to keep going but he waved his hands in appeasment. Discomfort took the place of curiosity and the three of you ate in silence for.

You couldn’t help but notice how tense Diluc was. It was like the moment you went into the bowels of the ship, his entire demeanor changed. He was on edge, and you didn’t know why.

So, you decided to distract yourself.

“So, Tartaglia-”

“Call me Childe, comrade,” he beamed, elbows resting on the table as he leaned in toward you.

“Tartaglia,” you began again, ignoring him, “how did you become part of the Fatui?

“Ah, now that’s quiet the interesting story.”

“I’m all ears,” you encouraged and tossed the final bit of food into your mouth.

“Let’s just say I have an insatiable desire for conquest,” he smirked and placed his hands on top of one another so he could rest his chin against them. You scoffed at how at ease he was.

“Fine, don’t tell me.”

He chuckled, “It’s honestly not that impressive. When I was nearly, what now, fifteen, sixteen, my father enlisted me.”

“You’re father!?” Shooting a look at Diluc, he seemed unaffected by the news.

“Yup, he hoped it would ‘satiate my desire for battle.’ I don’t blame or hate him for it. You should hear of some of the conquests I’ve had, of the blood I’ve spilt.” Tartaglia seemed to revel in his story. Flashes of something far stronger than elation shimmered in his eyes as he spoke and you wished you hadn’t asked the question.

“You were just a child. To force someone at that age into this life, it hardly seems fair.”

“Fair,” he hummed, head nodding, “life isn’t. I learned that far earlier than my indoctrination into the Fatui, even before my first bout against fellow harbingers. Mmm, the darkness of the abyss truly holds nothing but contempt, wouldn’t you agree, Noctua?” He flashed a knowing look to the man at your side whose piecing gaze would have frightened you if you hadn’t grown used it it by now. Though, there was something odd about the familiarity the two of them shared.

“I thought the Abyss was just a folktale, something parents tell their children about to keep them in line.”

“Oh, it’s very real. Care to find out?” The devil flashed across his face; a visceral elation washing out any human-like features. It took your breath away.

“We’re done.” Diluc stood from the table and practically pulled you with him.

“Awe, don’t go yet,” Tartaglia wined, that fake face of his plastered back on like a mask. You hated how easily he could flip from one personality to another. “Hey! Why don’t you tell her the story of when you joined-”

“No.”

“Come on, it’s not that bad!”

“We’re leaving.” Diluc turned his back to the harbinger sitting, pouting, and begging at the table while he pushed you down the hallway and toward the stairs. You managed to get out of earshot, but not before hearing Tartaglia yell, ‘you’ll have to tell her sometime!’

When the two of you made it back to the quarters on the other side of the ship, only the sound of the door closing made you breathe easy.

“How many days until we reach land?” you asked, body tense and exhausted.

“Three weeks,” he answered with a weary sigh.

Days went by without much to report. You finally found what they called, ‘sea legs’ and settled into a normal routine. Meals in the morning, activities to pass the time in the afternoon, dinner holed up in your quarters or with the other operatives on board. Some nights you spent alone, others you were at your harbingers side. The ocean was rather beautiful at night. You grew to enjoy the sounds and sights of the setting and rising sun. Once, you were goaded into a sparing match with Tartaglia. He was almost successful but Diluc took your place.

Considering how the entire crew begged them to stop before they destroyed the whole ship, you couldn’t imagine the damage they could have done on land.

On days you woke up next to Diluc, the two of you made time to be as isolated from everyone else. It was clear in these confined days that he wasn’t fond of being social. You didn’t mind, in fact you welcomed it. The quiet comfort of just being near each other brought ease to you unsettled mind. You passed the time reading while he worked, he inquired about your past and you did the same, but in small doses. There was always that prickling question dancing on the end of your tongue but you avoided asking it.

Who was Diluc before the Fatui, and what changed him?

Sisi stopped by every now and again. When Diluc was busy elsewhere, the two of you held pleasant conversation. She, much like yourself, was a private person but one evening she let slip that she was looking for someone. When you pushed a little more, she reassured you it was nothing important before finding an excuse to leave. Sisi was still kind in future interactions, but she appeared more guarded with her responses.

The times you did decide to leave your quarters, you were thankful you’d grown used to Diluc’s shadow. If he could escort you, he would, or he’d ask that you wait for him. There was clearly something about this journey that unsettled him but he refused to share his discomfort. Instead, he’d pass it off as being tired, or that he was distracted. Even now he didn’t share his worries with you. It was frustrating considering the blooming relationship the two of you were building.

You tried not to let it bother you, but there were things about him you didn’t know. What real reason did you have to trust the man who took you from your home - was it right for you to even be at his side after everything that had happened.

“Where are you?” Diluc asked, his voice filling your ear, fingers tracing across your arm as you leaned against him in the bed. You took in a breath and felt the muscles of his chest push against your back. Carefully, you adjusted so you could be closer to him, using his strong legs you lifted yourself from between them and propped your knees up to keep you stable. He waited for you by kissing your exposed shoulder and neck.

“I’m thinking.”

Another kiss against your neck. “About?”

“You.” Diluc hummed, signaling his curiosity. “We’ve been on this ship for almost three weeks but I still know so little about you.”

“What would you like to know?”

He opened the door but you were still nervous to step inside. “Well ... who were you be-before you were a Harbinger?” It wasn’t the question you wanted to ask but it was as close as you could get. You were certain he could feel your heart pounding in your chest.

“I was no-one.”

“Diluc, that’s not an answer.” Your tone was one of frustration. You didn’t intend for it to be but with your nerves on the frits, it came out that way.

“It will not provide you more information about who I am. I am no longer that person.”

You twisted so you could look at him, the sheets pulled tight against your chest to keep you covered. “Let me decide that. Please.” Searching his face, you felt your brows furrow and lips turn into a frown. He relaxed and pushed your hair over your shoulder.

“As you wish.”

Diluc started at his childhood. One filled with rules and expectations that, at times, felt suffocating. He grew to understand them, grew to accept them and explained how they started to change him. Diluc shared of his family. A father who was strict, driven, and dedicated to helping others. A brother whose mischievous behaviors often got the both of them into trouble but whose company he fondly recalled. A maid who was like a mother to him. These memories brought a smile to his face as if they were a cherished part of him.

He was open, for the first time in a long time about who he was and where he came from. It was like your eagerness to hear him released the flood-gates of repression.

“I was a member of the Knights of Favonius.”

“Really!”

“Hah, yes.” he confirmed, his body adjusting to your own as you twisted to look at him again. “A Calvary Captain actually.”

“W-Wow.” The thought of Diluc dressed in the garments of the knights made you chuckle, but left your heart feeling sad. From what you knew about them, they were a reputable organization. The pride of Mondstadt. What could have happened to turn this boy who valued honor to an organization that destroyed it. “So what - um -”

“What happened?”

“Yeah.”

Diluc tensed, his arms coiled around your stomach and he held you against him. Even if you wanted to turn toward him, you couldn’t. “A monster.” The atmosphere in the room shifted, and you listened. “There was a party in the city. One to celebrate the ‘coming of age.’ Everyone was there to join in the festivities; and free alcohol.” He added, a slight, bitter chuckle rumbling in his chest. “On the way back to our estate, we were leading a caravan and that’s when -”

“The monster?” you asked as your hands found his arms.

“Yes. I wasn’t strong enough, none of us were, but my father fought against it with everything he had.” Diluc’s grip tightened and you felt his pain seeping from your eyes. “I watched him do unbelievable things. He was never gifted a vision but if there was someone more deserving I do not know them.” He paused for a moment before continuing, “In the end, he defeated what we later learned was a dragon but not before it corrupted him. It stole his senses, his soul. He became crazed, unlike himself, and I was left to ... I had to ...”

He didn’t say it, couldn't say it, but when the realization that Diluc had to kill his own father dawned on you, there was nothing holding you back from reacting. You twisted in his arms until you could comfortably hold him. “I’m sorry,” you whispered into his hair. His nails bit into your back and you let them.

“After that,” he continued but you wanted him to stop, you wanted to take your question back so you knelt between his bent legs and pressed your hands to his chest.

Shaking your head, you called to him but he kept going.

“I told the knights about what had happened, told my brother, but they all turned their back on me. I vowed to find the answers no one else would give. After a long time it led me to Snezhnaya, where I fought my way to the source and came face to face with the Tsaritsa.”

“Diluc ...”

“She redefined me. Took my hollow life and filled it with purpose. With her I found the retribution I wanted, I was owed, and I never looked back.” His expression turned dark as if remembering was enough to close off the suffering that came before it. These words came from him, but they felt unlike him; twisted.

For the first time since that day on the grassy plane, Diluc looked like the Harbinger you feared, and you desperately wanted to pull him free from that place.

Bending forward, you cupped his face in your hands but he wouldn’t look at you. “Look at me,” you uttered, a few times, a small shake of his head until he finally met your eyes. “You were not no-one,” you lifted his head when he tried to look away, “the person who lived this life before the Fatui is still there. He’s still here,” placing your hand on his chest, you pushed to help him feel it, “even now, you have shown me that he is. What you went through was terrible, it was painful but it did not take away the person you once were. The person your father taught you to be, the one your brother remembers.” Tears ran down your cheeks, the landed on his chest and slowly the life in his eyes returned, “You are nothing like them.”

“I am them.”

“You may hold a name, but that doesn’t define you. If you can’t see that t-then let me r-remind you. I’ll be here to remind you.” Your words were growing choppy, the tightness in your throat made it hard to communicate so you hoped it was reaching him. Pointing at the center of his chest, you blurted out, “Diluc Ragnvindr lives in there, and I’ll fight whoever or whatever I need to, to b-bring him b-back.”

His eyes went wide at the name he hadn’t heard in years. Like the moment it rolled off your tongue ignited a nostalgia he had long forgotten. The sound of his past came flooding back in, but he didn’t know how to answer it.

Tenderly, he pulled you against him until you fell into his arms. He found it difficult to know why this affected you so much. This was just another story, one he’d heard from countless other Fatui. It rattled him to see you react this way, but what confounded him more was the flame in his chest that became rekindled at the sound of his real name.

“I am them,” he mumbled while you wrapped your arms around him and whispered, ‘you’re not.’

Day’s past and the icy wind, the chilling crash of an endless winter crept closer and closer to the Artemis. You were fortunate there was appropriate attire for you considering you hadn’t had a chance to pack. Still, no matter how much you put on, in the depth of your soul you knew whatever waited for you would be an encounter you weren’t prepared for.

As the final day came to a close, you watched the snow fall across the ocean. You saw the push in the sails as they forced their way forward. In the distance you strained to see the peaks of snow-covered mountain ranges against the boundless white. Only in the darkness could you tell where civilization began and the cold ended; like small beacons in the night, you were headed straight for them.

Nervously, you wrapped the thick coat around your shoulders. Your hair tight and clumped to the sides of your face as the snowflakes attached, melted, and froze again. It hurt to breathe but you refused to hide away from what waited for you.

Someone moved to your side, the radiating warmth told you who, so you moved closer to them. “We're almost there,” you said, the towering wall of white affirming your observation.

“Yes.” Diluc’s voice was tense; you knew why.

Another joined the watch, someone you’d learned much of and yet so little in these last three weeks. Someone who’s straightforward approaches reminded you of your own, but felt so foreign to you. While you put one foot in front of the other, he bounded forward with a thrill in his heart and blades flashing in the light.

There was a time you thought you couldn’t trust the man who was now guarding you, would you ever be able to look at this Harbinger’s face and see anything but a well-decorated façade.

“Ah! Doesn’t the world look so glorious in the snow?” He asked, though it seemed rhetorical, “The pure white, the pristine quiet of it all, like the light of the moon.”

“It’s just cold to me,” you added, a shiver arriving just in time to emphasize your point.

“Oh but you see,” he explained as he leaned onto the taffrail, his hands dangling toward the frozen ocean as he breathed in the air. “It has such a perfect backdrop for bloodshed.”

Tartaglia’s words sent a cold chill down your spine. How can someone with a face like his, and a smile so earnest, speak of such things so easily. He turned to wink at you and you moved closer to Diluc.

“This is why you don’t work well with others.” Diluc groaned.

“Hey now, and here I thought we had become fast friends, Diluc.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Pity,” he lamented, “because you’re going to need some of those.” And with that, the bright lighthouse came into view and so did the ominous headquarters of the Fatui stronghold.

I wish there was a way to know you’re in the good days before you leave them

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