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#genshin impact diluc x reader
anantaru · 7 months
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MR. & MRS. RAGNVINDR
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— ꒰ synopsis ꒱ — following your wedding with your soulmate diluc ragnvindr, you find yourself celebrating your new bond on your wedding night.
— ꒰ word count ꒱ — 1.2k
— ꒰ a/n ꒱ — repost of one of my favorite fics of mine <3
— ꒰ warnings ꒱ — [ex]plicit, fem! reader, very soft but also rough idk, he calls you: my wife
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"d—diluc.."
a short heaved dwindle of air runs over diluc's neck as he sensually places a kiss on your cheek— right then you taste the transparent love his person held towards you and it flickers and bleeds into your skin featherlight, bodies intertwined and moving in a passionate conjunction.
the crawl of his longing for you wordlessly webs and adjusts to both your saturated cunt and his cock pressing close, breathing clear wrecked with your pulse heightened.
"it's not necessary to use my name." he corrects you, slurred, "i'm your husband now, don't tell me you forgot already?"
and diluc shyly smirks into your lips as he pulls himself into your spongy cunt and expertly wiggles his hips to make sure you're sensing it, all of him, but most efficiently his need and desire to make you, his precious wife, cum and thoroughly pleased.
you try again, trying your utmost hardest to voice anything with your wet lips being perked up all prettily in a well formed pout, holding yourself tight against your husbands body as he worked you both to an everlasting climax. your nails clawed on his defined back and wielded razor sharp scratches on his skin— while between you and him, diluc loved the burn on his flesh the second you claim and mark him up in that precise manner.
"my husband.." the red haired cocks a brow and lifts his head off your neck upon gathering your words, "yes, my wife?"
his cheeks are flushed and couldn’t possible be hidden from you while his pace on you had gotten steadier and pathed faster, and he makes sure to circle his hips whenever he pushes himself in completely, whenever your warm and wet walls would shape and set just right around his shaft.
"i love you." a shaded stream of higher pitched whines and sniffles float around the humid room as diluc groans at this one particular sentence that would always manage to give him the purest kind of intimacy and love. "i love you too."
of course he does, diluc ragnvindr has been making it very obvious each and every day. but tonight, he wanted to make this special day even more extraordinary— while most importantly, was diluc eager to show you all of his skills and tricks in a whole different scenario.
by all means, as one might have already deducted, you two have been intimate in the past, many many times before, while now the pleasuring feeling was growing a tenfold and much more intense, as if you were going to explode from his tip pushing and passing the tight ring of your pussy.
diluc silently wraps your body into his arms and pushes himself forward until you‘re practically squished in between the mattress and his chest— well, breathing room although limited, with the new acquired position he was now able to reach deeper and better into your cunt. his eyes are flickering down on where your softness was constricting and spreading nice and wide, he was so big and you tremble when he began to move once again.
his hips too, were unstoppable and skilled in what they did and your honeyed cries— your moans and begs, fuck, they were his all out favorite if he had to choose one instance, especially when you spelled out the new title he only took possession off tonight.
"this.." it's disgustingly delightful when he speaks within groans, "this is forever." you gush on him and a silent scream rumbles in your belly.
"we're forever."
lustfully— and punctuated, he rolls his girth back into you and scratches your walls, the pink tip repeatedly mushing in your wet spots and interlacing with you. underneath his bangs, you find his eyes aflame, warm and flowing because diluc couldn't get enough of watching you— your squeezed eyes reeking in crystallines from an unfaltering overstimulation, or those lips he had kissed many times before now apart and gifting him with hazed hordes of winces and moans.
sweat matted itself on your coruscating bodies but it only forced your hips to retract their position and close a little up, so you could fuck yourself into him and meet his piercing pace half way. "archons— fuck!" you can feel every twitch on his length and you're clearing his shaft with your liquids, subsequently leaving it to prance down your thighs and stick on the mattress.
"fuck— diluc!" your body suddenly jolts in a manifold of cabling tingles at your lovers following thrust, it was rougher than his usual ones, as if he was trying to silently tell you that you, again, addressed him wrong.
"I'm sorry." you throw your hips upwards and hear him groan repeatedly, signaling his climax benching in his core, "my husband." though you whimper, you spread your legs apart for him more and left it to diluc and his new feral pace to taunt you wider, convulsing on his creamy cock plastered with your slick.
"where— where do you want me, my wife?" his nails sink into your thighs to practically push you back and forth his cock, his head thrown back and exposing his well formed adams apple bobbing up and down. "inside, need it inside, please!"
changing the angles, diluc shifts on the bed, after all, he wants to obey to your requests and split your entrance to make proper space for his smooth cum stuffing you right. he tilts his head back towards you and suffocates the distance of your lips to kiss you when you both deliriously moan into each other and nod frantically, his first spurts of thick cum rushing into you.
the large wave of your own climax was then sneakily closing on your body as you shivered under the towering hold of your lover, your screams loud and hazy, jamming hard as you both fucked yourself through your orgasm.
your toes curl inwards as your legs flew up to clench around his hips, barely comprehending the soul touching stir as he kept fucking you through it all, your bodies drenched in cum and slick but none of you seemed to care, it was the least of your problems, if anything, it wasn't to be called a problem at all.
"fuck, fuck!" it's such a shame you couldn't listen to his whines forever on end, how filthy someone so well behaved like diluc ragnvindr himself could sound at times.
"kiss me again." he asks and you listen, pulling him close for a wet, sloppy peck that was more teeth and tongue than anything else. you snap your fingers into his long hair and tug lightly, smiling as he grunts into you.
no matter how many times you'd do it together, diluc would always end up shy afterwards, as if he didn't just fuck you into oblivion and beyond, right now, he can barely look at you— eyes closed as he continued to search and suck on your bottom lip.
you're hyper aware of this, on what you were able to inflict on him, but now, you can't say anything, voice lost and throat hurting from your on-going moans and cries. with that, he holds his hips still before slowly pulling out of you, his cock semi erect and gradually softening, utterly spent.
glowing red eyes, now fluttering apart and finding yours, unraveling all at once. diluc certainly could never get used to this, not even after making you his wife.
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pix3lplays · 4 months
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Pixel, darling, you absolutely slay me. You know what this is.
S/O reacts to stubborn pregnant (with multiples) reader who doesn't want to be on bed rest!
If you'd be so kind: Our husband (Welt Yang), Jing Yuan, Gepard, Sanji, Diluc, Wriothesley, and if you want THOMA bc he's honestly the best house husband like.
A FINE variety of men, let’s do it >:)
Cw! Pregnant reader
-Stubborn pregnant!reader doesn’t want to stay in bed!-
Welt Yang: Welt Yang…Mr. Anxiety. He’s glued to your bedside whenever he can be. He wants you to be COMFORTABLE and HAPPY. But nooo you don’t want to stay in bed. Most of the time he’s just following you around the Astral Express whilst you help PomPom clean up. He’s just supervising. To make sure you don’t push yourself too hard…
Jing Yuan: Mr. Sneak out of the hospital can’t really say much to you, but he’d still prefer if you would just take it easy while pregnant with all his babies. But if it really makes you happy…then fine, he’s not going to turn you away when you want to stay in his office with him while he’s working. He does enjoy having you sit on his lap while he does loads of paperwork.
Gepard Landau: Ohhh he’s so so worried for you. But he Has to go to work. He just Begs you to behave yourself, and not walk out in the cold weather while you’re PREGNANT WITH MULTIPLE BABIES. But wouldn’t you believe it, there you are, walking in the cold, all bundled up, into the front lines to come say hello to your husband. He gives you a guard escort home, begging you to not push yourself too hard. But of course he comes home to an amazing dinner. Sigh.
Sanji: Sanji’s TRYING his best to keep you out of the kitchen while you’re pregnant with his twins, but goodness you were Difficult to control. One second you’re laying in bed. The next you’re in the kitchen, adding salt to his soup, ‘helping him out’. He just sighs, smiles, and asks you to go back to bed. You say no. He escorts you to bed, bringing you a bowl of the soup you helped out with. This convinces you to stay in bed, for just a little while. So that’s Something, right?
Diluc: This man knows how to handle you. He just picks you up and puts you back in bed every time you show up at the Angel’s Share to see him at work. He snaps his fingers at you, gestures to the door. “Pregnant. Bed,” he orders. And when you don’t listen, try to kiss his chin to get him to go a little easier on you…he just carries you all the way home himself.
Wriothesley: “Sir…your, um…Spouse is here.” The way Wriothesley looks up from his paperwork like What do you MEAN? You should be in BED. You’re pregnant with TRIPLETS. You sure are here though. With lunch for him. The way he just ??????? Go home!! And he personally escorts you home, assuring you that he will eat the lunch you brought him, but Only if you agreed to stay in bed while he’s out at work.
Thoma: THE house husband oh my gosh. He’s so worried about you, following you around the house when you decide to get up and do something, his hands hovering over your swollen belly like you’re gonna purposely walk into things. He’s softly begging you to go back to bed the whole time too. “Babe…baby…you should…you should go back to bed, love-“ And you’re like “THOMA BABY I’M FINE,” but don’t expect that to make him leave you alone.
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averageallogene · 8 months
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Resubmitting because my WiFi weirded out when I was posting.
Jean convinces Diluc to dump you for her, because you are, in her own words, 'Not noble enough'.
With nothing holding you back in Mondstadt, you return to Inazuma to take up your Clan duties.
Less than a year later, you receive Diluc and Jean's wedding invite and you attend with Ayato as your plus-one.
At the reception, Eula instantly recognizes your Clan crest on your obi belt.
Jean proceeds to mock you as she makes her rounds to greet her wedding guest and Eula defends you, stating that your Clan is the overseer of the Tri-Commission *and* the First Clan of Inazuma, out-ranked only by the Raidan Shogun and Yae Miko. And you are its Clan Head.
Diluc ♡⊹˚ Not Enough (SFW)
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fem. reader (3rd person) ; angst. cw for jealousy, heartbreak. Implied Ayato x reader.
4k words.
notes. Alright I am back with a bag of piping hot telenovela drama! I had a lot of fun writing this, even if I fear my Jean and my Diluc turned out a little ooc? Oh and Ayato is a petty menace. Well, suffice to say I took some liberty with this one- I hope we can just slide past through it and I’ll get better at their portrayals  eventually <3. Enjoy!✧˖°
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The tranquility of Mondstadt, accompanied by the welcomed breezes it brought daily, was enough for anyone to fall in love with the country. The land of the Anemo Archon was blessed with peace, as well as a beauty to behold as its people were one of the most welcoming [F/N] had ever come across. It had been enough to compel her to stay a little longer when she’d begun traveling around Teyvat, with it bringing something more that urged her to remain there.
Diluc Ragnvindr, an otherwise very well known bachelor of Mondstadt, had certainly caught her eye. The feeling seemed to have been mutual, for [F/N]’s appearance and Inazuman style of clothing definitely stood out amongst the usual crowd. It had begun friendly enough, the winery tycoon seeking information regarding the Inazuman palette when it came to alcoholic beverages. Of course, as a businessman Diluc had plans of expanding to other nations, with  or without vision hunt decrees meddling in the middle. During that time, [F/N] had remained in Mondstadt, visibly stressed with the fate of her country. Thankfully, she had a friendly shoulder to rely on on the same wealthy bachelor. It turned out Diluc wasn’t all appearances, his very being burning with a gentleness that was enough to swoon the young woman off her feet. 
[F/N] was far from her family during said time, and exchanging letters was difficult. She’d never been exactly too open when it came to them, yet no one wished to pry. With the borders closed, she had next to no possibility of returning without possibly being detained, regardless of status. War reeked with personal vendettas after all, and to someone of high status as herself, many would indeed covet to take what was hers amidst the chaos. Unbeknownst to her, it had been these early signs of trouble that had helped her in convincing her father of letting her seek out the world whilst she could, sending his only daughter off to the land of the free before she too were to be caged down by duties and unfortunate circumstances.
Homesickness was terrible, but thankfully she had Diluc to aid her. Together they’d spend time together, whether that was in Angel’s Share as the bustling tavern closed its doors for the night, or whenever he offered her to have a tranquil walk through the Dawn Winery. His estate had quickly become one of her favorites, the scenery and the sound of the rustling leaves bringing an inner peace strong enough to temporarily wash away her worries. With the more time they spent together, they found more in common that they had, including dreams, plans for the future, even hobbies. It wouldn’t be difficult to find the pair reading by the fireplace, or even discussing various topics while enjoying a game of chess, hence many murmurs of Diluc’s sweetheart beginning to circle throughout Mondstadt. 
Still, he was a traditional man when it came to such affairs. Diluc was one to take things slowly, yet it was more than noticeable the way he held her hand gently, the way he’d open doors whenever they arrived somewhere, the way his hand would linger on her lower back as they walked through the streets. It wasn’t as though they were official yet, but to [F/N], it was more than apparent she was being courted. And truth be told, her heart couldn’t leap any higher.  Sadly, her expectations would come crashing to the ground, coincidentally just as the climax of the vision hunt decree took place miles away in Inazuma. 
Diluc had grown hesitant, a little distant even. He was a man to remain firm in his beliefs, yet with the right approach and from the right people, even the most determined man could falter. He’d told [F/N] of stories of his childhood, of happier times when his father was around, of times he and Kaeya got along well. Of times he had friends over at the winery, when his mind would only be preoccupied with fantasies he’d construct with his friends at the height of their innocence. [F/N] had listened to him happily, content with the idea of him having a good childhood, of having good friends. Good friends such as Jean Gunnhildr. [F/N] had noticed the way her glance would sparkle at him, yet they were only friends he’d reassured her, and it would’ve definitely seemed as such before it no longer did. The young lady wasn’t ignorant; the way Jean eyed Diluc paralleled the way she did as well, yet she had confidence in the chance she had with him until he’d taken the first step backwards.
He’d been calm, gentle with her upon shooting her down. His heart was murky, he had too many responsibilities. He had a lot to take care of between his tavern and his winery, as well as other responsibilities she wasn’t aware of. He wasn’t sure if he was ready to commit, and he was most sorry for leading her on. [F/N]’s heart broke with the way she was shot down, yet she gracefully smiled still, thanking him for his honesty. Even though she was the one being rejected, the woman placed a friendly hand on his arm, ensuring there were no harsh feelings, as well as wishing him the very best. Wishing that he soon find himself, reassuring that she would always support him. The urge to cry was strong, more so with the way his often gentle gaze shifted away from her. Yet, [F/N] persevered, pushing back any theories her mind crafted as the man she’d grown to love was swept away from her fingers. 
A gut feeling whispered to her that Jean had been the instigator, yet with no concrete proof, [F/N] was left out in the rain as Mondstadt grew less and less picturesque. The winery didn’t feel welcoming anymore, the once bustling streets of the main city were now noisy instead of charming. The mere sight of the crest of the knights of Favonius irked her, for it reminded her of the woman she knew was the reason Diluc had grown distant. In all her years of education back in Inazuma, [F/N] had grown to know when a rival struck through the shadows. She’d grown to realize the subtle signs, yet she’d held on faith for her beloved’s friend. It had proved futile, and now, bitterness replaced the fondness she’d held for the city of freedom. 
[F/N] held a letter that had finally reached her from her home country, bags being packed by the few escorts that had arrived to retrieve her. She’d arranged for them to only move at night, lest she wished to have unwanted attention on her as well as the Inazuman samurai her bedridden father had sent for her. Her duties ripped her out of her wishes to remain in Mondstadt, reality beckoning her back as her dreams were left behind with a broken heart, swept by the breeze. 
Ironically enough, Kaeya, of all people, had been the only one to notice her that night. There was the faint scent of wine on him, yet he was still sober enough to have a coherent speech. He’d waited for her by the city walls, a small expression of regret as he inquired if she really had to go. The relationship between the brothers was brittle to say the least, yet Kaeya would’ve been a fool to deny how Diluc seemed happy with her. How he liked seeing his brother happy. The Cavalry Captain voiced his wish for her to stay, explaining how he enjoyed her company, how Mondstadt did. It stung [F/N], yet with a sad smile, she told him she couldn’t stay even if she wished to. And without explaining further as to why she had to leave, Kaeya suddenly let out with a bitter chuckle.
“Is it because Jean sees you as not noble enough? I can assure you [F/N], no one here really cares for such superficial reasoning.”
It had struck a chord in her, for her suspicions were confirmed. All of this heartbreak had stemmed because [F/N], no matter how hard she tried, would never be one of them, the children of the wind. She was from the land of lightning, and apparently to some, appreciating and learning of their history wasn’t as good enough as being directly related to it. Her hands grasped her coat tightly, and with a curt response of how it was due to other things, she’d thanked Kaeya for everything before leaving the city in the middle of the darkness.
The voyage back to Inazuma had been long, but even more so bittersweet. She’d just arrived in time to say a final goodbye to her father, too sick to even get up from his bed as he held her hand one last time. He could see the heartbreak in her eyes, yet he was too weak to inquire on who was the monster to hurt his beloved daughter. All he could say was that the future of their clan lay now on her hands, the pressure nearly suffocating her. Amidst the conflict with the vision hunt decree, her eldest brother, who’d sided with the rebellion in secret, had been murdered, his drink poisoned. And even as justice had been served, life needed to move on, leaving the seat of Clan Head now to her. 
Days in Inazuma were vinegary. Her homecoming had been filled with heartache, having lost her brother, and soon after her father as well. Days, weeks, months, they all passed in a blur, [F/N] focusing on the heavy task of overseeing the tri-commissions as she donned her clan’s crest with pride. 
Not noble enough, it kept repeating inside her head every day, every time she put her obi on. The young woman hated to admit it, but the pettiness of it all had become her drive, fueling her as she surpassed her father in more aspects than one. In a short amount of time, she’d proved herself as a worthy ruler of her clan, an iron fist masked with elegance and grace as her name grew more and more respected by all the other clans. 
Despite her secluded life filled with responsibility, as well as her still distrusting heart, [F/N] allowed very few people in. She could count her friendly acquaintances with solely one hand, but amongst them were the Kamisato siblings. Businesses aside, they were able to lay down their crests for an afternoon every once in a while, enjoying each other’s company over finely brewed tea as they watched the sunset together, recounting stories to one another as time flew by during such leisure moments.
It had been during one such rare occasion, that [F/N] found herself enjoying tea with Kamisato Ayato, his sister busy with her own set of duties whilst the Commissioner took a much needed break. His trained eye could see how she was tense, eyes lowered as they remained narrowed with a bitterness he’d known all too well. Gently, he’d inquired if all was well, and with a quick glance, [F/N] debated if she should burden the already busy head of the Yashiro Commission with her petty bickering.
“You should know by now that I’m not one to ask things out of courtesy, [F/N].” Ayato had calmly stated, an enigmatic smile dancing on his lips as she took a sip of her tea. “I’m genuinely inquiring about your well-being, for I do in fact care. So please, if something is troubling you, do not hesitate to say.” 
And with a heavy sigh, the woman placed her cup down, before finally coming clean. From her large sleeve she revealed to him a sealed letter, one with a wax stamp of nothing more than the Ragnvindr clan displayed on it.
“It seems one of my acquaintances back in Mondstadt is about to get married, and has decided to invite me to his wedding.” Ayato hid his grin of amusement with the way she spat the word acquaintance with such distaste. It was enough for him to have an inkling of what could’ve transpired during her stay in the land of the Anemo Archon. “I suppose it’s his way of voicing his wish of letting bygones be bygones, but I cannot help but taste the sweet irony of it all.”
“Oh? Has he, perchance, hurt you deeply?” He’d inquired, watching as she lowly nodded her head.
“I was under the assumption he’d been courting me,” [F/N] revealed to her friend, remembering the way her heart clenched upon first reading its contents. The fact he was marrying after such little time apart, and to Jean no less, still filled her broken heart with such indescribable bitterness. “But then… Nevermind. I was needed to return, regardless. One way or another, it would’ve ended in tragedy.”
“My deepest condolences.” Ayato spoke softly, his hand gently resting atop hers before holding it cordially. “Do you intend on skipping the wedding? Just know there is no shame in doing what’s best for you.”
“I’ve thought about it.” She sighed, holding his hand back with a thankful squeeze. “Yet, I can’t bring myself to shut him off entirely either. He was, after all, someone who had helped me a lot during my stay in Mondstadt.”
“Ah yes, the heart is a most complex little thing…” Ayato breathed out, a faint smile on his face as he offered her an understanding glance. “When is it taking place?”
“In about three months.” [F/N] had nearly sulked, still glaring at the letter as if her sheer glance could burn the whole thing. Ayato had simply nodded, before insisting she take a little longer to reflect on what would be best for her.
In truth, Ayato decided to free up his schedule for three months into the future. Not only could he be a little petty when it came to his own allies, he truly did care for the well-being of his friend. In all honesty, perhaps it was best he didn’t know the full details of how she’d been shot down, lest he make an even bigger, yet still elegant, ruckus. In the end, he’d offered his company were she to decide on going to the celebration, and against all odds, [F/N] had accepted. With Ayato by her side, the young woman felt a sudden surge of confidence. Perhaps it was the idea of her being accompanied by a kind, and well accomplished man, that had her feeling that way.
And with her confirmation letter being sent with the intent on bringing a plus one, time was the only thing between [F/N] and her return to Mondstadt. Diluc was surprised she’d accepted, but he couldn’t deny he was happy. In all honesty, he truly wished for them to start over, for her friendship was deeply valued to the man. Jean on the other hand, was a little flabbergasted she’d accepted. To her, it had solely been a courtesy to send an invite, yet she’d be lying if she hadn’t predicted her decline of attending their wedding. Despite the slight disappointment, the Lionfang Knight was already stressed as it was; perhaps it would be best to just ignore it, and prepare for their big day as best as she could. 
The day for their voyage had arrived, and true to his word, Ayato accompanied her on their ship. Everything had been prepared, their duties being fulfilled by others for the duration of their trip. It was a much needed breath of fresh air, a small vacation he’d joked, smiling with eloquence even when he wasn’t one to enjoy large group gatherings. He’d insisted that he and [F/N] both dress in their finest clothing, for they were representing their Clans on foreign lands, and by extension, representing Her Excellency as well. Their crests displayed proudly on their clothing, made of the finest silks and brightest tones, arms linking together as [F/N] held her fan to her lips as they finally disembarked at the docks. 
Ayato had surely made a statement with the entire entourage he’d organized for the two of them, it almost seemed as though he indeed knew of what had been the reason given for their breakup. Then again, [F/N] thought, perhaps he did know. Ayato was a man of many means after all, who was to say he hadn’t read her bitterness like an open book? The way [F/N] looked at him smiling in that knowing way of his didn’t help her case, either… Well, it was too late to go back, anyway.
The way they’d arrived on Mondstadt had certainly caused an uproar, citizens watching in curiosity as the samurai escorted them to the hotel where they would stay until the day of the festivities. Most of the Knights of Favonius were busy as per usual, away from their arrival save for the guards stationed at the city gates who had warmly welcomed them upon confirming their identities and the purpose of their visit. Gossip was quick to follow, yet Ayato paid no mind, calmly chatting away with [F/N] as they were led to their rooms.
News of wealthy guests from the east reached the couple’s ears, yet neither Diluc nor Jean paid much mind. After all, Diluc had many wealthy acquaintances, most of them stemming from his businesses within the wine industry. All he cared for was to ensure all their confirmed guests had indeed arrived, including [F/N]. And upon being told she had in fact, he only nodded his head, not inquiring any further. Him and his bride were much too busy making the final preparations after all, and unbeknownst to him, Kaeya only watched in the background, an amused grin on his face as he patiently waited for the big show.
The bells rang with vigor on the big day, [F/N] jolting inside her room as she wasn’t exactly used to the way their Church would announce anything so loudly. Ayato had already finished preparing, smiling her way before offering his help in adjusting her obi. 
“You look positively beautiful.” He’d stated in a matter-of-fact tone, watching as she smiled at him with an honest, thankful gleam. “Ready?”
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” She had sighed, nodding her head as she inwardly psyched herself up to go forth with the day. And without much issue, the pair left their hotel and made haste for the sight of the ceremony. 
Amidst the sea of guests, their presence had gone mostly unnoticed. It was best as such, [F/N] gazing ahead as she watched the man who she’d once thought would be the one marry another woman. Her heart still clenched slightly at the reality, yet Ayato’s presence helped her in grounding herself as she took a deeper breath. Her arm remained around his, admiring how beautiful they looked, how happy they gazed at one another. Even if Jean forever held a deep stain in her eyes, she couldn’t deny how radiant and gorgeous she looked in her wedding gown. The warm glow of the church veiled around them in a romantic manner, the union finally being tied as the main ceremony came to a close. For the first time in a while, [F/N] found herself smiling at the sight of Diluc with another. Perhaps, she thought, she would eventually get through this. Even if it still hurt, even if she still thought back on how she hadn’t been enough. 
Customs between Mondstadt’s weddings and Inazuma’s weddings differed, yet she and Ayato found themselves easily following along as everyone moved on to the reception. It was during this time that the guests began conversing more freely with one another, finally having a look around as they noted who had come to support the happy couple, who had come with whom. It was during this time that [F/N] could feel eyes on her, glances of surprise to herself and her partner being shared as she commented on how the food was delightful with Ayato. 
“Is that… [F/N]?” Eula had commented with Kaeya, who had nodded his head with an amused grin on his face. Despite the elaborate way she dressed when in comparison with the way she did when she had stayed in Mondstadt, nothing could escape her eye as a noble herself. “She looks radiant. And the man beside her…”
[F/N]’s voice could be heard not far, Ayato relishing in the way his comment had brought a laugh out of her. He patted himself on his back for having gotten the willpower to deal with such a packed event, for the way his friend seemed more relaxed had been more than worth it in his eyes. They kept on chatting together, a select few female acquaintances of [F/N]’s joining them as they soon found more company to converse with.
“[F/N]! It’s been so long… How have you been?” 
“You look amazing, [F/N]! I heard you’ve returned to Inazuma suddenly, is everything alright?”
“Who’s your friend there, [F/N]?” Followed with a knowing wink, causing the woman to blush before denying their accusations any further. 
Despite everything, the attention directed to a corner of their reception definitely wasn’t unnoticed by the happy couple, more so by the bride as her violet eyes gazed around. Jean found herself surprised upon landing her eyes on [F/N]’s face, recognizing her rather quickly despite the intricate ornaments she wore on her hair and the delicate makeup. She looked stunning, she thought, before stopping herself and clearing her throat. 
Her wandering gaze hadn’t gone unnoticed by Diluc, whose eyes followed before landing on [F/N] as well. It took him a moment to register who it was, and when it did, his shifting expression caused a stir of emotions deep within his bride.
“[F/N]?...” He’d muttered, Jean squeezing his hand lightly to return his attention to her.
“Come Diluc, we have to thank everyone for coming.” She’d hastily led him to the table where the rest of the Knights dined, all raising glasses of champagne and wine as the couple approached them. 
“Ah, Diluc, Jean! The ceremony was wonderful,” Lisa had smiled their way, a giggle following. “I nearly teared up at the vows. Goodness, weddings always make me so emotional.”
“The food is also delectable.” Kaeya grinned, his glass rising slightly above the others as he gave his brother a nod. “Congratulations to the both of you.”
“Congratulations! May your years be blessed with happiness and good fortune!” Amber smiled brightly.
“Yes, congratulations.” Eula complemented, smiling softly as Diluc held Jean close.
“Thank you everyone for coming. It is an honor to share such an important day with you all.” Diluc said with the utmost sincerity, smiling softly as Jean rested her hand on his chest.
“It’s a great pleasure.” Eula’s gaze narrowed as she could sense an unnecessary comment bubbling within Kaeya’s chest. The way he grinned spelled trouble, and just as she predicted so, the man swirled his glass of wine before he continued. “Of course, we wouldn’t miss your wedding for nothing! But perhaps it’s to those who’ve come from the furthest you should extend your greatest gratitudes.”
“Of course, we intend on thanking everyone as we go around every table.” Jean huffed with a small smile, still not following where he was headed. She rested a hand on her hip as she raised an eyebrow softly, Diluc too eyeing his brother as if expecting more.
“Oh, that’s great! I was beginning to think you were rounding around [F/N]’s table on purpose. But then again, you must still be thinking about how to properly thank her, no?”
“Kaeya!” Amber sighed, shaking her head as the mood slightly shifted around the table. The man simply shrugged, sipping on his wine before sighing with content over the wonderful undertones, as he explained. 
“Ah, Diluc! Congratulations, you lucky bastard!” Varka’s voice roared across the reception hall, hands plopping down on his shoulders as he laughed loudly. Diluc could only remain awkward as he quietly thanked him, the Grand Master practically whisking him away as he further congratulated him and gave him lessons on how to ensure his wife’s happiness.
“Honestly, I was surprised to know she’d be coming.” Jean watched her husband not stray too far, finally letting out a small sigh and folding her arms across her chest. “I’m still not quite sure how we’re going to address this, as her presence seems… Rather ill-intended.”
“Oh?” Kaeya’s gaze turned to her from the corner of his eyes, finding her choice of words amusing as he let her ramble on. 
“Diluc had voiced his wish of inviting her, and thinking it was just a formality I decided to agree with it. But for her to actually accept and show up seems bitter.” It was clear the stress was racing to her head, the table listening awkwardly as she rambled on. “While I understand it still must hurt given the circumstances, we would’ve hoped she would’ve let bygones be bygones. I simply find her actions to lack in-”
“Nobility?” Eula scoffed quietly, eyebrow raising quietly before watching Jean hesitate if she agreed with her or not. It was her turn to cross her arms, speaking directly to her. “I find it quite the opposite. I think that accepting and coming by to show her support shows just how noble she is. After all, for the head of her clan to not show up would’ve been scandalous. Do you know what kind of rumors that would start up, Jean?”
“Wait- Did you just say head of her clan?” Amber repeated, her eyes widening as Eula nodded her head.
“Yes. Haven’t you all realized? Look, notice [F/N]’s obi.” The group found themselves rather indiscreetly gazing towards [F/N]’s table, the crest displayed with pride as she enjoyed Ayato’s company. “It’s the crest of the first clan of Inazuma, otherwise known as the overseer of the Tri-Commissions of the nation. Basically, it’s the oldest still standing clan of the nation, only surpassed by the Archon herself and their Guji.” 
The table slowly digested the information, Eula proving yet again just how well educated she was not only to what concerned Mondstadt, but aristocracy of other nations as well. Her legs remained crossed as she finished explaining herself, leg bouncing lightly as she battled with herself to remain cordial despite not having quite liked her friend’s statement. Even if Jean was overly stressed, or their situation with [F/N] hadn’t been ideal, it had most definitely been an unnecessary comment. 
“Besides, the man next to her is none other than the head of the Yashiro Commission. Their Commission has many duties, including overseeing ceremonies and rituals that do include weddings. So, her choice of companion can most definitely be seen as yet another layer to her virtuous acceptance of your invitation.”
Kaeya found himself grinning unabashedly at the way Jean glanced away, clearly embarrassed with the outcome of the situation. She still held her arms crossed around her chest in a defensive manner, the Cavalry Captain thinking it would just be best if she left to avoid any further hits to her pride. For the first time in a while, he found himself agreeing fully with Eula, letting her take the reins of the situation as Jean’s ego was put in place. Sure, Kaeya liked Jean. Yet still, he couldn’t deny he thought [F/N] would’ve been a better match for Diluc. Call him petty, but he was enjoying the situation. 
“Sorry about that,” Diluc sighed as he returned to their side, his hand resting on Jean’s waist as he gazed around the table. “Erhm, everything alright? You all look, how should I put it…”
“Nothing to worry about.” His brother grinned, waving his hand dismissively as everyone began eating their food. “You go and thank everyone for coming by, yeah? Enjoy yourselves, after all it’s your wedding day!”
Despite the confusion with his sudden upbeat tone, Diluc simply nodded, leading his bride to continue on going through table to table. Needless to say, now that it was he who took the lead, they soon found themselves at [F/N]’s table, the man surprised to see her so intricately dressed and in the presence of someone of such stature.
Nonetheless, and despite the sudden lump of awkwardness that lodged itself in his throat, Diluc took his time to properly thank them for coming, [F/N] simply gazing at them and replying it was their pleasure. Ayato was the one to take charge in their response, smiling cordially as he basked in the way his bride seemed to avert her gaze from them. If looks could diminish someone’s presence, Jean would’ve been long gone, reduced to atoms. And Ayato would’ve been lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying it, holding [F/N]’s hand with such delicacy as if they were more than friends.
And as they left, he carefully leaned over her ear, watching as she met him halfway to hear what he had to say.
“Well, that was amusing. Perhaps next year we should invite them to our wedding. A fun retaliation, no?”
“W-What?”
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rukkiya · 11 months
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someone must get hurt
(diluc x reader)
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“You always do this.” Diluc clenches his jaw as he passes you quickly, shoulder lightly bumping into yours as he walks in front of you.
“Do what? I just did what I was told, assisted you on your mission and-“
“Assisted me?” A forced laugh makes its way past his lips.
“Who do you think you are? Huh?” He asks, sapphire eyes burning with annoyance though worry was etched on his features.
“Diluc, please don’t start.” You sign, you felt bad already and didn’t want to argue with him. You had a minor slip up which you've apologized profusely for, but he still keeps throwing your incompetence in your face.
Your fingers play with the strange device you picked up at the abandoned camp, this was the only thing left of the supposed group that's been camping there for days now. The very one Diluc and you were sent to take care of.
“All we have to prove for ourselves is that ridiculous thing you picked up,” He shuts his eyes, hand resting on the bridge of his nose. “Why even bother bringing it? To show our failure to properly attack them? This is why I work alone.” He spits out making you feel more bad than you already do.
You stop in your tracks when you see black substance seeping from the creaks of the strange you object. You feel your body come to a halt on its own, without you even stopping your feet from moving. From your peripherals darkness creeps in and you try to call out to Diluc but your lips feel too heavy to move. In seconds darkness surrounds you, enveloping your whole being before you know it.
“You know what? You really always make things harder honestly. The reason why I asked Jean not to send you with me was so I wouldn’t have to put up with you, not for your own safety.” He laughs bitterly. “I couldn’t care less if you got hurt during a mission, you should’ve stayed back where you belong.” He scoffs, He didn’t want you here, he didn’t mean what he was saying but he was just so frustrated he doesn’t even hear himself.
“Oh great what, are you mad now? Is that it?” Diluc rolls his eyes, you weren’t replying with a comeback like you usually do.
He stops and listens, head turning around when he doesn’t hear your footsteps behind him only to see you about fifteen feet behind him, blank look on your features.
“Y/n, come on we don’t have time for this.” He sighs, looking down at his feet. He knows he’s overdone it now. He knows himself, that he can’t shut up before he says something that he knows will hurt you. He has a sharp tongue. He understands if you got upset but he felt something was off, your face was void of any emotion.
“Y/n?” He calls you again, taking a step closer since you still haven’t even moved an inch making his eyebrows draw together.
In tunnel vision you see him clear as day. Stopping, turning around and even walking towards you but you couldn’t move, couldn’t speak for that matter.
You try to move, try to make your fingers twitch, wiggle your toes, move your eyes, signal to him that something isn’t right.
You know exactly what it is, what has you under its control and it’s scaring you the longer it’s lasting, you can’t break out of it.
The Abyss, the dark magic that you felt take over you, there was no mistaking it.
“Attack him.” A shrill voice boom’s next to you and you jump in your skin, there was no mistaking this was a voice of a mage.
You feel your arm move suddenly and Diluc stops walking towards you, calling out your name a bit louder this time.
“Y/n!” He repeats, stopping in his tracks when your arm comes up and your sword materializes in your palm.
You feel the weight of your sword in your hands and you try to move your arm again but to no avail.
“Attack him! Drive your sword through his chest!” The shrill voice demands again and you almost feel like laughing at the sick demand.
“I wouldn’t dare.” You rebuttal, looking around the darkness to see if you can spot what had you under a spell. Your lips don’t move as your reply, more like your internal thoughts being spoken aloud.
“You can’t resist the right power of the abyss, let it seep into your bones and envelope your core!” The voice laughs and to your dismay you feel your legs lunge forward, sword swinging to attack.
You felt cold, sick at the realization of what was happening as it dawned on you now, the abyss mage was taking control of your body.
“Y/n hEY!” Diluc jumps back, eyes blown wide, your sword just mere inches from his chest now.
“Y/n? HEY! WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU?!” Diluc’s voice rose louder as you take another big swing, your sword cutting through the bottom of his thick coat.
“What are you doing to me? Stop, please! STOP DON'T MAKE ME HURT HIM!” You scream, voice reverberating in the darkness.
You try to move your fingers, anything. You can’t even blink for archon’s sake!
“HEY WHAT'S GOTTEN INTO YOU.” Diluc tries to catch your arm but the abyss mage makes a swift move to make you out of reach from him, once again making you swing again.
“PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME DO THIS.” You plead, feeling your eyes start to burn. You don’t want to hurt him, you never want to put a scratch on his body.
Sure you were pissed at him from your fight earlier but this was something else entirely. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if you ever hurt him.
Diluc doesn’t dare draw his claymore at you. He knows instantly this isn’t your doing from the tears brimming your eyes though your face still remains expressionless.
The very one he saw pouting seconds ago, he doesn’t like this at all. He’d rather have you nagging at him again, telling him off, or see that smile that he himself is too scared to admit that he fell in love with but the face you were making right now scared him. He’s never seen you wear such an expression.
“Y/n! I know it’s not you but try to listen to me!” He plants his feet on the floor, arms raised defenseless just in case you strike again.
“Diluc! DILUC!! RUN PLEASE RUN!” You plead, screaming at the top of yours lungs and he sees your lips twitch the slightest bit.
“Is this the abyss? Could it be an ambush?” He questions both you and himself, looking around the surrounding area.
He spots the device you had picked up from the camp earlier and it clicks, making him curse under his breath. He should’ve known better, shouldn’t have let you near it.
You had both just come from an mission that Jean specifically sent you two on and Diluc was against it if course, he thought you lacked ability and knowledge in both the field of fighting and strategizing but Jean told him otherwise. He himself wont admit the real reason though, he didn’t want you going was so you’d be guaranteed to stay safe in the gates of Mondstadt but once you had your mind set it was hard to make you choose otherwise, so when Jean requested you go with Diluc you couldn’t back down.
Diluc had blown up on you when you arrived at your specified location since it was clear of any tracks of the abyss order, he blamed it on you out of frustration. He was so close to getting them, making them pay for so many things they’ve done but little did you both know the abyss planned this all along.
“Y/n Listen,” Diluc is quick on his feet, grabbing onto both of your wrists to still you. “I know you can hear me, don’t let them take over ok?”His voice is stern though he’s a bit out of breath
You continue to try to move, to resist the control and once again your lips twitch making Diluc’s eyes widen.
“Yes yes! There you go just like that y/n! Listen about earlier forget it ok. All that's important at this moment is-“
“Stab him.” The abyss Mages voice cuts off Diluc’s.
You feel your arms move but hold still, resisting to the best of your ability.
Diluc feels you struggle, wrists trembling in his hands and that’s when he hears it. The faint small whimpers escaping your lips.
His heart drops when he looks up at you.
Blood ran down your chin as your bottom lips was caught between your teeth, biting down hard to try and gain as much control of yourself, even the smallest parts matter.
“-un.” You choke out, hearing it actually come from your lips making Diluc’s eyes widen in both horror and relief.
His words slap him in the face now, all the blame he’s put on you, how he told you he couldn’t care less about what happened to you, how he threw everything at your face was all going back to him. His own voice echoing in his head as he sees your struggle. You were crying, trying your hardest to stop yourself from hurting him and he let his words hurt you all day.
He doesn’t budge and you try your best to get your lips to move again. He’s always been so damn stubborn. Why is he doing this right now?
“Resisting? You fool I’ll make you do worse if you don’t heed my words.” The abyss mage hisses at your restraint, growing worried at how much you're holding back.
“RUN! DILUC I CAN'T HOLD BACK FOR TOO LONG RUN!” You scream, hearing it reverberate in the darkness again but it only comes out as another whimper to him.
He feels his own eyes start to burn now.
“I know this isn’t your doing y/n, please try to fight back, listen I- '' He swallows the lump in his throat as he feels you start to pull back a bit. “I’m sorry I blew up on you earlier, it wasn’t your fault ok? None of this was I was just being irritable, I didn’t want you here because I wanted you as far away as from any possible danger and now look, I didn't want this to-“ his mouth goes dry as you rip your arms from his grasp, hands shakily raising your sword at him.
“RUN DILUC ITS TAKING CONTROL I CAN'T HOLD BACK!” You scream seeing his arms fall to his sides loosely.
You feel your fingers twitch and try dropping the sword but it only curves back around the hilt seconds after.
Diluc remains still, he’s not leaving without you archons no.
“RUN JUST RUN PLEASE DILUC I NEED YOU TO-“
“RUN!” The ear piercing scream that leaves your throat makes the tears that brim his eyes fall free as he shakes his head no.
“Y/n i'm not- I won’t leave you until you get your senses back ok? I-I know you're capable,” he nods his head, stepping closer to you and you force your leg to take one back. “Its you, I know you can overcome this. You’d never let anyone take control come on now.” He nervously smiles at you, arms stretching to meet your again and he sees you tremble even harder.
“Attack him now! NOW DO IT BEFORE I MAKE YOU DO SOMETHING WORSE.” The abyss mage makes you lunge forward, arm slashing near Diluc’s chest but before it can touch him you swing your other arm to catch your own blade.
“Y/n what’re you-“
“IF YOU DON'T LET GO I'LL REALLY MAKE YOU DO SOMETHING YOU'LL REGRET!” The abyss mage screams, you feel your jaw go slack from being clenched and feeling some control over it once again.
“Diluc,” you whisper shakily, hand squeezing the blade in your hold to not let it slip near him. “Go back to Mondstadt for me ok? Make it back safe and tell Jean about the ambush, I- I'll meet you there, yeah?” You choke out, and he feels more tears spill.
“Don’t you dare tell me that, I'M NOT-“
“DILUC LEAVE BEFORE I CAN'T STOP MYSELF FROM DOING SOMETHING I'LL REGRET!” You scream, cutting him off and he shakes his head. He wasn’t going to let this happen. He wasn’t going to let the abyss take someone away that he loves once again.
“Stop, let go of your blade and let me take it from your hands, I won’t even do anything else you hear me? WHOEVER IS POSSESSING THEM DO YOU HEAR ME POSSESS ME INSTEAD DON'T MAKE THEM SUFFER THIS WAY!” Diluc screams, hands holding you by your shoulders, shaking you back and forth a bit.
“I can’t- not them. Not by the abyss again, please.” Diluc’s head falls foward, eye squeezing shut to stop the stupid burn he hates feeling.
You feel the warmth of his palms as they lay upon your shoulders, feel your body slightly rocking back and forth by his movements and you take your chance. The feeling on your arms only indicated that you got control over them again, but for how long wasn’t up to you. So you had to do what had to be done, to save him.
His heart aches, he’s lost his father to this same group of sick freaks now you? He can't bare it.
“Kill him or I kill you.'' The abyss mage whispers much closer than any other time it's spoken.
You stand your ground. So be it. If it was you or him that had to get hurt you wouldn't have to think twice to make the decision.
“Diluc….”You whisper and his grip on your shoulders tightens.
“NO NO!” He cuts you off, hands moving up until his gloved palms cup your face in his hands, making you look him in the eye. “ I wouldn’t dare. Stop telling me because I can't! I can't leave you here! Not after i've been so mean a-after I blamed everything on you, I haven't even apologized to you properly so im sure as hell not going to LET THEM TAKE YOUR FROM ME!” He grits though his teeth, the heat emitting from both his anger and pyro vision was intense though his hands were holding your face so gently.
“I-“ you open your mouth to speak but feel your jaw clench again, your time is up.
You really couldn't move more, the numbness spread everywhere making you unable to even blink.
“You've ignored me for too long, resisted when I told you otherwise, now the fruits of your labor will be presented right before your very eyes.” The mage laughs menacingly and you yell at the top of your lungs, you need to snap out of this trance.
“DON'T YOU DARE LAY A FINGER ON HIM! PLEASE DON'T MAKE ME HURT HI-“
Your shaking stills under Diluc’s hold, your breathing evening out too fast making his eyes dart down to yours seeing a single tear slip out before you look up blinking at him.
He almost lets out a sigh of relief until he see the corners of your mouth form into a smile that wasn't yours. It didn’t reach your eyes like it usually would, this one was forced.
“Diluc.” You call out, voice sounding much more distorted now making his heart drop.
“Nonononono.” His hold on your face still you as he feels your hands reach for his wrists, feeling you move them off, look of disgust etching your tear stained face.
He feels his heart sink even lower, he feels sick. They’ve done it, taken control, overpowered you.
“Why the sullen face now?” You laugh, the sound distant to his ears. The mage makes you jump back a few feet, making Diluc reach to grab you again but his fingers graze your arm just by a fraction of a hair.
“No please not- leave them alone I-'' The usually angry, inexpressive man was vulnerable right now, the abyss had to take their chance. After all Diluc is a hindrance to them, always attacking and ruining their plans. If they couldn’t get him they found you, the perfect candidate to take from him at least.
“Y/n please- I know your-“
“What were you saying to me earlier? Didn’t I ruin everything.” He sees your smile widen uncomfortably, your head tilting to the side making him clear his throat.
“I didn’t- it’s not you talking I know I- please don’t do this.” He held his arms out, wanting to grab you again as he tries to even out his own breathing. He wants nothing more than to find the worthless mage who has you under its control, once he finds it he swears he’ll show no mercy.
“Follow my voice y/n. You’re in there. Don’t let them take over,” He steps closer. “Just come back to me, you can do this.” His voice is much lower, from your tunnel vision you see him nearing you, his voice does reach your ears but you can’t even move in the darkness anymore.
“You can’t make me leave you alone! Jean and I have to scold you still! For being reckless as always, touching something you weren’t supposed to make her worry me worry and,” his hand reaches out to you. “So I can properly apologize to you, tell you how much I didn’t mean anything I’ve sai-
“Diluc,” you cut him off, the rasp to your voice wasn’t there making his eyes widen, stepping closer.
“It’s too late to apologize now. If you want them back so badly, take them.” the voice that left your lips wasn’t yours at all.
In an instant you feel your grip tighten around the hilt of your sword once again and feel your heart drop.
This was it, it was going to force you to hurt him against your will, make you do something you'll regret for as long as you live. You never want to hurt the man you love.
You raise your arms up, other hand gripping the hilt and Diluc lunges forward, look of horror written on his features.
You don't understand why he does, why he'll throw himself at you when you were being forced to to attack him.
Everything becomes too loud in your ears, the abyss mages laughter ringing louder and the blood coursing through your veins makes you miss the scream of agony that rips through Dilucs throat.
“Y/N NO!” He reaches out fingers just right next to your arm but the sound of your sword cutting deep into flesh is the only thing you hear before it all stops.
Everything stops. Your rapid heart beat. The abyss mages laughter, Diluc voice. Nothing can be heard.
You feel the stiffness and tension in your body leave and your vision goes white, all the darkness leaving you finally.
When your vision fully returns you're too scared to see what you've done. It takes a while to adjust your eyes but when they finally come to, you see blood running down your sword and arms.
“Y/n, Y-Y/N please, look at me!” Dilucs voice brings you back fully, you’re finally able to hear again.
You don't look up at him though, your eyes travel to see where the blood was spilling from, though you were terrified to know. You felt sick already, if this was his blood on your hands you don't know what you'd do.
Your eyes meet where the swrod was pierced into and you shakily exhale, feeling a relieved breath exit you for the first time today.
The blood was all over your clothing due to the sword piercing you through your own chest.
No wonder why the sound of skin tearing rang loud through your ears, your own sword pierced through your chest that's why it was so loud to you. The abyss mage was right, you refused to let yourself hurt Diluc so it made you hurt yourself. Though in your mind it was the better option, because if someone had to get hurt, there was no doubt you'd rather have it be you.
“Hey HEY NO! D-Dont,” You hear him choke out, one hand holding you up as the other turns you to look him in the eyes, stopping you from pulling the sword from your chest. “I'll take you back! You'll be ok just look at me ok?” He brushes the hair from your face away and has to bite down on his lip from letting another wrenching sob escape him. You look so tired, so drained.
The eyes that usually hold little to no emotion were red from crying, extenuating his fiery irises. You don't want to see him like this, not this torn. He looks like he did the day he lost his father and it made you hurt.
Why was he so sad though? This was the best outcome there could've been. He wasn't hurt and that's all that mattered.
You feel your fingers twitch, lifting your arm a bit though it feels weird after being under control for so long.
He moves to pick you up, not wasting anymore time. He's gentle as to not cause more blood to spill, though he feels his shirt being drenched with the blood spilling from you he tells himself you'll make it.
He adjusts you in his arms and feels your shaky hand caress his cheek making him stop.
“Luc, it's ok. I- I found out,” You cough feeling warm liquid hit your palm. “Found their base while it had me under its control, this mission wasn't for nothing.” You explain. As you were under control you saw small images of the scenery where the voice was coming from making you able to pinpoint their location. You didn’t let it slip though, afraid you’ll ruin the mission once again. “They're out on the shore by Falcon Coast so you can take them down now!” You wipe the tear that makes its way down his face as he shakes his head no.
“That's not what's important I have to get you bac-”
“Tell Jean. You both can go and finish this, I don't think I can,” you lay your head on his shoulder, feeling sleepy, making his legs move faster. “I won't get in our way this time just make sure you get them ok?” you assure him, feeling your eyes start to droop.
“Y/n hey look at me! Y/n I need you to stay awake ok? Please, please keep your eyes open. I'm almost at the bridge!” He pants out of breath, almost sprinting now as he sees the city come into view.
“You’re warm Luc, thank you for holding me. I was so cold earlier, I couldn't feel my body.” you nuzzel into his shoulder and feel sleep take over.
You felt darkness surround you again but this time far more inviting than earlier.
“Diluc I'm sleepy, I'm sorry I don't think I can stay awake.” you mumble, feeling more tears hit your hand as it is still laid on his cheek. You move your thumb to wipe them once again.
“Don't be mad at me, I'm sorry. Don't cry either, you're ok so Im ok.” you hum, body relaxing in his hold.
“Y/n no, hey HEY Y/N!” He screams, feeling your hand drop from his face and he sprints faster than he ever has in his life.
“Wake up, WAKE UP! Don't leave me please. This was never your fault. Listen to me, you tried your best ok? I didn’t mean what I said to you, I-I'm sorry!” He feels your body go fully limp, another heart wrenching scream leaves his lips but he squeezes you closer to him, keeping your cold body warm.
Tears of anger and regret from how he treated you earlier spill from his eyes. The sword still sticks out of your chest but he dares not to remove it himself, your blood was on his hands, all over his clothing and he hated it more than anything. But he knows you'll live, you're strong, stronger than he is in many ways and he won't let you go either. He’ll find the one who did this to you, made you hurt yourself and make them suffer. But for now he prays to the archons above that they let you live, live to see another day that you deserve, so he can apologize and hopefully redeem himself, and keep you closer though he's terrified to do so, he can't let you be taken from him, not now, not ever.
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authors note: helloooo lovelies!! ꒰´꒳`∗꒱ ITS DEELOOKS (early) BIRTHDAY WOOOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY GRUMPY MAN ♪┏ ( ・o・) ┛he’s so babygirl fr I swear LMAO -0- I very much love this man he is my second fave to write for (we all know Kaeya is my #1 fave <3) BUT I LOVE WRITING ANSGST FOR THIS MAN UGHHHHH so I present to you this angsty birthday oneshot hehe ihadtodothisimsorry BUT! I do hope you all enjoy, remember to take care and stay safe!^~^<3 (ALSO! I sadly had no time to edit so sorry for any errors!)
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whoistartaglia · 1 year
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you “borrow” his credit card
diluc x gn!reader
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“darling?” you hear diluc from the other room.
you don’t respond and continue typing, eyes darting between the “borrowed” credit card, keyboard, and computer screen.
“[name]?” he tries again.
you hear his footsteps approaching, closer and closer. you thought you had more time than this. diluc was just sleeping a second ago.
“what are you doing?” diluc asks, pausing at the doorway. you look up for a second and give him your best, most innocent smile.
“nothing,” you lie, curling a fist around the credit card. you still have four more numbers left.
“nothing,” diluc says, not believing you.
you simply smile at him. “nothing at all.”
“right,” diluc says. he stands there for another second before annoucing, “alright then. i guess i’ll leave you to it.”
you continue smiling at him as he walks out. it falters when he pauses and asks, “i almost forgot the reason i came in. have you seen my wallet recently?”
your heart sinks.
“wallet?” you ask.
diluc gives you a strange look. “the wallet you bought me for my birthday?”
“oh… i can’t say i have,” you say, feeling it burning next to you. a second later, you realize it’s actually burning.
you yelp and stand up, the metal credit card tumbling from your hand. indeed the leather wallet you gifted him is smoking on the chair next to you.
“how did you—?”
“you stole my wallet?”
“you set it on fire?”
diluc shakes his head and comes around to the chair, snatching his credit card off the floor as he does so. he then picks up the wallet, still smoking, and opens it, revealing more credit cards and bills and a smoking firery vision.
“you keep your vision in your wallet?”
“you don’t?” he asks. he glances at the computer screen, eyes narrowing in on the total.
“you stole my wallet to make a thousand dollar purchase?” diluc sighs and types in the remaining four digits. “you could have just asked me.”
“i thought you were gonna say no,” you admit.
“i wouldn’t ever say no to you,” diluc responds. he blushes slightly, but clears his throat and continues, “especially not for something as trivial as this.”
you pause. “but it’s over a thousand dollars?”
“and…?” diluc asks. “is that a lot?”
you decide to borrow his credit card more often at that.
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animekpopsimp · 8 months
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Diluc Big Brother Headcanons
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From the moment you were born, Diluc felt the need to protect you
He felt that it was his responsibility since he was your older brother
Growing up, he would always want to play with you
Even if it resulted in the both of you getting minor injuries most of the time
The two of you were always close
He promised to always keep you safe, and you believed him
When Kaeya came along, Diluc felt Jealous that you started spending time with him as well
Though he got over it after a while
He's still protective as you all grow up
Then comes the moment where you're father dies
You were there to see it, and at that moment, Diluc became even more protective over you than he already was
It got even worse when Kaeya admitted to being a spy
Regrettably, Diluc left Mondstat and went to Fontain
He did eventually come back, never telling you what he did
Luckily, during the time he was gone, Adaline and Elzer were there to look after you
You were upset that he left, but you still loved him
Though to most people he was cold after your father's death, Diluc was softer around you
He would always make sure you were ok before leaving the winery
You became his top priority and he refused to let anything happen to you
He told you that you shouldn't trust Kaeya
You were confused when he said that, not knowing what he had confessed to Diluc
Your brothers no longer talking to each other upset you, but you didn't want to force them
You just wished they would talk to each other again
Though, you're thankful that you still have Diluc around
Despite being busy, Diluc always makes time for you, not wanting you to feel lonely
He hates seeing you upset
If anyone hurts you, physically or otherwise, he gets pissed
It's easy for him to scare people off, he can be very intimidating
You have nightmares about your father's death, and he's always there to comfort you
Diluc is your biggest support
Due to his protective nature, he doesn't want you to become an adventurer
Let alone a knight
But he may relent if you keep insisting
As long as you're happy, he is to
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Yandere Diluc who baby trapped you. You wanted to leave, or at least have a break, since the relationship just wasn't working as it used to. Diluc was too paranoid, too protective, and too focused on his work to actually pay attention to you.
Of course, he noticed the change in your demeanor; how you acted more silent and cold toward him. Of course, he noticed. When he doesn't. It's not like you can leave so easily: you no longer worked and stayed inside his house all the time, and he made sure his maids and butler helped you out with everything you might need, but also keep you under constant watch since he can't always be around you.
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However, Diluc can't help but wonder if it is enough to keep you with him. That maybe, maybe, he should do something else to make sure that you could never run away from me, that will make you, even more, dependent on him. He thought about it for days until he came to the "right" conclusion...
A child.
With a child, even if you somehow manage to escape, you will be forever linked to him. He wouldn't need to worry about you escaping him for at least 9 months, but he will constantly worry about your health and the baby. Oh, that cute, adorable baby you are going to give birth to... One that looks like you, running around the house asking for their mama and papa... So cute...
Diluc cannot wait until he gets you pregnant; he makes sure to be there for you, be present, and be less cold for days, weeks maybe, until he's with you in bed once again, spilling his seed deep inside of you again and again, until there is a small budge on stomach...
Until one day you come back to him shaking, tears almost falling from your eyes, saying you have to tell him something very important and Diluc can almost tell where this conversation is going...
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lexsssu · 5 months
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Bliss (Diluc)
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TAGS: Diluc/Dragoness!reader, smut, pregnancy, parenthood, drabble Ao3 ver.
The world is a dark and tainted place.
Behind its beauty lurked dangers all around, ready to prey upon those who’d lowered their guards enough. Diluc is certainly no stranger to the horrors that hid itself from ordinary eyes, lying in wait for even just a single moment to strike.
He would wake up every single day with trepidation in his chest, constant vigilance being his way of life ever since the day he was awakened to the cruelty of this world. Any day could be his last and any moment could be his final one alive. 
That is the reality he has come to grips with.
And yet, as you walk down the aisle with flowers in your ivory hair, so pure compared to his own flame-colored locks, you are a vision wrapped in lace as you neared him at the makeshift altar (hastily yet carefully prepared by his excited servants), Diluc found himself wondering if he was worthy of this happiness.
The Darknight Hero doesn’t believe in fate. Not when fate showed him exactly what it intended to make of his life, one filled with eternal suffering and a never-ending thirst to rid the world of its evils. 
He doesn’t think much of the disoriented young lady he finds at the outskirts of Dawn Winery, wearing clothes that didn’t seem to hail from any nation in Teyvat. But when he helps her up off the ground, he is met with a pair of innocent golden eyes and he feels something stir within the deepest recesses of his heart. 
Though what it was, he didn’t know at the time.
But now as he kisses you beneath the foot of the statue of Barbatos near Dawn Winery, the scion of the Ragnvindr family knows that despite the darkness and dangers that lurked about, there is still hope. Suffering and sadness existed so that humanity can know what happiness and love are.
And by the archons, he never knew what true happiness was until he’d whisked you off to your new shared chambers within the manor. He knew no other anxiety than that of the uncertainty of tomorrow, but even he couldn’t help but swallow the lump that formed in his throat when you fully bared your body to him for the first time. 
“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, reverently caressing each dip and curve in your body with soft yet firm hands before latching his mouth on whatever patch of skin caught his eye, nibbling and sucking until it turned a pretty pink color. “So sweet and so soft...I could eat you right up.”
And eat you up he did.
The ginger painted your skin with bruises and lovebites, a canvas for his wandering mouth and hands. He made sure that the ones on his favorite spots would take the longest to fade, unabashedly wanting his claim over you to be obvious that only a blind man can’t see that you were utterly his.
“You’re already this excited from my mouth and hands alone? Forgive me for neglecting your most precious place then, my darling. For my negligence, I will make sure to compensate you handsomely.”
You are practically sobbing when Diluc finally relents in his assault and pulls away from you with a final obscene slurp. You could barely look at him straight as he licks off the clear viscous fluid that stained the corner of his lips all the while staring at you with clear desperation and want.
“You taste exquisite, my love. However, I believe it is about time we begin the main act. Shall we?”
And so, the rest of the night was filled with debauched screams, moans, and whimpers of pleasure as your new husband made love to you until daylight peeked out of the darkness. If you hadn’t been draconic in nature you’d have probably passed out by the 2nd hour, but thanks to your other-wordly stamina the two of you kept each other up without trouble.
Thanks to that, it wasn’t any surprise that 9 months after your wedding night, the residents of Dawn Winery welcomed their newest young master. 
Diluc sat at your bedside after you and your son had been cleaned and wrapped in new clothes. His eyes never leave you both as you fed your son his first ever meal, marvelling at the sight of this little creature that both of you created together out of love.
“What shall we name him, my love?”
“I like the name Aurick...Aurick Daemon Ragnvindr”
“A splendid name it is”
Diluc smiles and repeats the name softly under his breath.
The taste of bliss has never been sweeter than where he is right now.
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kiryoutann · 7 months
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It's funny. You're in the same city, with the same bad weather. Water droplets hit the window and slipped down, leaving a long trail. In a coffee shop with pricey coffee that aggravates your stomach ache, yet you drink every sip of that venti size for the sake of unproven internet articles about how it increases dopamine. It's funny with a dash of melancholy. You're in a city where you and your friends have shared wonderful moments, but these recollections are little more than distant figments. To be here once more, trying to run away from someone, despite the fact that you knew there was no distance in the world that could keep him out of your thoughts and heart.
Lately, you have developed into a big liar, with yourself as the sufferer of its resentment. While your empty eyes stare at the journal you bought at the antique shop you passed on your walk this afternoon, you keep repeating the same sentence. I will breathe again. I will breathe again. Healing is a long journey, as your psychiatrist said. Happiness, though, is promised after all of this.
Uncertain of the time. But it is promised.
(You're sure that's just one of the many bullshit things she's said to you. Maybe she feels guilty. You've already paid her a lot of money, and yet you're still as horrible as the first time you came to her.)
The empty journal stared at you, the pen between your fingers was dying to roll away. Your head is empty, but it feels heavy. Your heart aches, but it still persists in its pursuit of someone who drives you to leave your hometown and end up in a distant city. Perhaps a knife is necessary to remove his name, which seems to have been inscribed on your mind for all time. But now you're left with writing down both your feelings and thoughts on a piece of lined paper, hoping that will make it more organized, perhaps even poetic and pretty, so that the agony won't seem as scary.
(The day you will breathe again is a long way off.)
The expensive pen was brought back—the rich always spend their money on useless things, with them ending up craving the things their wealth can't buy. The ink is almost etched into the paper to write a starting word that you haven't even decided yet. Journaling has never been your forte. Though, from what little identity you have left, you know you always try as far as possible before giving up on whatever it is you are attempting to succeed at.
(Oh, look. Isn't it a situation you've seen before?)
The rain is still pouring fiercely in Madrid, but that isn't what is keeping you from leaving this coffee shop. No, you're well aware you can always call someone to pick you up, hold an umbrella for you, or even drive you back to the penthouse your father gave you—rich people always have enough money to buy the things they think they want after all—but maybe the solitude that comes with living in a posh building is what you are trying to avoid. Silence means you're left alone with your thoughts, and these days, your mind is no longer a secure refuge where you can hide from the outside world. Not when there is still a claim and someone's name properly carved beneath it.
Thirty minutes passed, and the journal paper was still blank. The pen ink left outside in the wind risks drying out. Journaling has never been your forte. You're starting to give up on starting words; at this point, it might be better to just engrave his name in a big, messy font. After all, expressing feelings and thoughts in that way still qualifies as doing so.
When you take a breath, you can feel the anchor in your ribcage. The pen cast a shadow on the paper beneath, then met its ends to mark black on the lined page of the antique journal. You were about to mention his name—the obstructed arteries made your heart throb in pain. However, isn't it impossible not to mention his name in your story? After all, he was the main character in all of this. A red-haired man who leaves nothing more than the moral of the story: that in fact, love is not enough, no matter how much you have given him. You avoid his name like a death sentence, and yet you also know how unavoidable it is—how inescapable he is. In fact, he is still the ghost that always haunts both your dreams and nightmares.
Is a year not enough? Why is a year not enough for you to heal? The pen is gripped tightly around your fingers; it became a victim of how much you want to take this pain out on something else, on someone else.
That naive girl reappears as a reminder that you are still her—without moving an inch. Her drops of blood were still red and wet. Her bones were brittle and weak, the result of carrying her love alone. The twinkle in her irises was long gone, and you found your own reflection in her dull eyes. But, despite all that, she continued to maintain an artificial smile with her lips curved up because she always tries as far as possible before giving up on whatever it is she's attempting to succeed at.
(The mirror takes on the embodiment of the shadow of your former self.)
The man's name was her favorite, still her favorite. In order to comfort her tired and broken heart, you let the pen dance and write.
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Two years ago..
Skyscrapers; global corporate headquarters (of which the majority place third in terms of revenue for the largest tax payers in the nation), penthouses, and five-star hotels with restaurants on the top floors. All of that seemed to be designed with the intention of acting as a line between the wealthy and the less fortunate. In fact, when they heard the roar of an engine emanating from a pink Ferrari that had slowed down in front of the valet area of the most exclusive club in town, people's heads turned immediately, as if on automatic pilot. The woman driving is a familiar face to them.
A pair of red-soled shoes were the first luxury item they spotted. As you step out of the vehicle, hair strands scented with high-end hair products are apparent. When you straightened up and tossed your car keys to the valet, the fur coat exposed your beautiful shoulders. You dress to the nines, as one would expect from a wealthy socialite. Rumor has it the number of zeros on your overnight bill would be enough to boggle the mind. You enter the club through the VIP entrance, each step mocking the long line of people on the other side. They know better than to make their biggest spender wait.
The room was filled with lively music, and strobe lights illuminated the sea of dancers.  Some individuals laughed out loud, while others came dangerously close to colliding with the table and breaking wine bottles. However, it was as if everyone had sensors—they found you, almost as if your presence was confirmed by a spotlight following you to the table where your friends were.
Suddenly, everyone seems to be on their best behavior—treating every place you have been as a red carpet and expecting it to increase their caste. Hell, they might even lick your spit with honor. Everything is focused on you. People want to be friends with you more than they want to be friends with geniuses who have clearly made a better contribution in the world than waste money. Perhaps this is what makes them so ignorant and deaf to their surroundings; the rich are in their own world—the world of the rich.
"Over here, hun!" Another privileged rich girl's voice pierced the air. The wealthy are only friends with people of similar fortune.
Your girls greet you with soft applause and big smiles on their faces, scooting to make a place for you to sit. On the table are several bottles of alcohol. The smell of expensive perfume mixed together. They appeared to be half inebriated from stealing the start before you arrived, but being the happiest girl here, you chose not to care and accepted the proffered champagne bottle covered in bling.
“To our bride-to-be!” One of them shouted, echoed by the others as glasses were raised.
(Y/N), a privileged girl who receives everything on a silver platter, is getting married. Not only that, but also to the man of your dreams, your first love. Although it's commonly believed that first loves never works out, yours does; all thanks to daddy's money and connections. Your lips start to smile slightly as you think about it. Red is engraved on the back of your head—the hair color of the country's most eligible bachelor, your soon-to-be-husband, Diluc Ragnvindr.
It's like a fairy tale: a princess has found her prince. Two people who were born into money and have nothing to fear. The world is at your fingertips, and all it takes is a swipe and some cash to obtain what you want. You believe Diluc and you were made for each other, because otherwise why would the Lord bother to bring you two together? Soon enough, you'll be following him wherever he goes and vice versa. You have listed the honeymoon destination in the list on your cellphone; although there are certain regions you end up going again, you don't mind if it's with Diluc. How simple, how naive.
"So, how's the wedding planning going?" Helga, sitting to your left, asks.
You try drinking to get rid of the lump in your throat brought on by the query. “Great! Everything is perfect, almost done.” You pray that they are too drunk to notice how forced your smile is.
Another of your friend nudged you, “Did Mr. Ragnvindr helped you?" Her tone was playful as she wiggled her brows.
“Of course! Diluc has been a huge help with..” You paused, “.. With the venue! I'm sure you ladies know how long the line was this year, right? Well, Diluc managed to cut in and secured it for our wedding." When you notice your friends looking at you enviously, you know the deception has been perfectly told.  Some of them praised him for being considerate, saying that he met their expectations for a man. The fact that Diluc has never spent a night or a cent in a nightclub and instead chooses to stay up late working on paperwork or playing chess is an additional plus.
Little do they know, you haven't even spoken to him in a month. Voice mail was left for each call that ended without an answer. Your kind requests for a lunch date or even just a dinner invitation are simply replied with a polite "No, thank you." You kept going to his office, and when the receptionist said that Diluc was in a meeting and couldn't receive any visitors—including his fiancée—you glumly left the office and made your way back to your car. Lately, your patience has been evaporating faster lately, and you can no longer just tell yourself that he's probably just really busy with his work.
Your friends don't need to know that, though. They didn't need to know that (Y/N) (L/N), the wealthiest girl in town and the founder of the "Regal Society," had been neglected by her fiancé.
One more thing they didn't need to know was that the next day, despite your headache from the hangover, you had left your cozy bed and your parents' mansion to park your luxury car carelessly in front of the Ragnvindr Enterprise building. Your feet enter through the revolving door in footsteps as diligent as those of uniformed employees. All of that only for you to find yourself impatiently tapping your Louboutin heels with your glare fixed on the receptionist, who smiles nervously behind her desk.
"Apologies, ma'am. However, the director is unable to accept anyone today—"
"I need to see him." You rudely interrupted before inhaling. "I need to see him, and all you've done is keep me, his fiancée, from seeing him."
The receptionist gave you a confused face as she glanced back and forth behind you as if she needed assistance. You weren't usually so adamant, usually just one answer was enough for you to turn around and leave the place. She wasn't sure whether to feel guilt or sympathy. For a couple getting married at the end of the month, Diluc avoids you like the plague while you try to attach yourself like a parasite in need of a host.
She is nevertheless required to follow Diluc's instructions not to allow you to see him.
“Apologies, ma'am. Under the director's own order.” She said.
You grit your teeth. “Do you want to be fired, Barbara?” You direct your gaze to the name tag near her chest. “Because if you want, I can do that. My father-in-law owns this company, and my fiancé is your boss. So, if you want to keep your job, let. Me. See. Diluc.”
Maybe she knew the threat was empty, because how could Diluc fire her if all she had been doing was following his orders? Barbara pursed her lips into a thin line. She looked at your gorgeous face, wondering how much money you spent to have such flawless skin. Must be a lot. Even the most affordable procedure at the clinic you visit is beyond the reach of her monthly salary.
Barbara dipped her head in a low bow. “Apologies, ma'am. I am merely carrying out the director's instructions." She says.
With a purposefully loud groan, you took a step back and turned your back to the front desk. It's a waste. This woman is more stubborn and obedient than you think. She won't let you in using the security pass machine, and it's not your style to make a scene either. When you shifted your gaze, an employee had entered the gate, stamped a card, and then vanished into an elevator after going around a corner. As soon as someone else tries to come through the rotating door, you quickly move to stop him.
"Hello." You greet “kindly.”
“.. Hello.” New hire, you assume. "Can I.. can I help you?"
"Yes, you can." you said before pointing your manicured nails to the identification card and the access card he was wearing around his neck. "How much is that?"
The man is perplexed; his gaze follows where you point, and he picks up his lanyard. "Uh.. this? It's not for sale."
“I know.”
Your hand reaches into your leather handbag. He furrowed his brows before his eyes widened when you pulled out a wad of $10,000 bills. Who in their right mind would carry so much cash around? Instinctively, his eyes scan you from head to toe. He's no fashion expert, but everyone knows the expensive Birkin bag and the price range of jewelry that adorns your neck and wrists. When he reaches your face again, you smile at him.
"Will this be enough?"
Ah, the world of the rich. They believe a wad of cash can solve everything; though that sentence can be proven true as the huge amount of money was accepted by him despite his misgivings. He doesn't want to blow the opportunity or risk you changing your mind. So, a bargain has been reached: you give him a wad of $10,000, more than enough to cover his living expenses for a while, and he provides you an ID and access card that are both attached to a lanyard.
The sound of your Louboutins contacting the floor is heard as you turn around and step away with a contented smile. As you walk toward the security pass machine, the lanyard swings. You press the card to the scanner, waiting for the gate to open before fixing your gaze on the receptionist who turned her head from the 'ding!' sound she heard. You caught her attention. Whatever was going on inside her tiny skull, her wide-open eyes and slackened jaw showed that she was still in shock.
“Stop right there!! Ma’am!!”
It was too late when she returned to reality because you were already standing behind the closing doors. The elevator starts going up; the numbers change from 2.. 3.. until you choose to check yourself in the mirror, wiping the lipstick that has smudged around your lip line with the tip of your fingernail. You turned to face the door. Your high heels tap impatiently on the marble floor. Thoughts of possible reasons he completely closed off communication with you raced through your mind as you pondered each one. Why won't he make a call? Did you annoy him? Maybe he's sick of you by now?
You pursed your lips. No, there will never be a scenario where he gets sick of you. All along, you've been perfect to Diluc, sending him daily texts to wish him a good day, calling to remind him of breakfast (even though it always ends up unanswered), and making sure to send him pictures of you and your girls every night so he knows you won't stoop so low and go out to clubs alone with other guys.
There’s no way when you've been such a perfect woman for him. Loyal, loving, and caring. He might just need some alone time—yes, that must be the answer. You've heard a lot from your married friends that their husbands do this a few weeks prior to the wedding.
When the elevator doors opened, you wasted no time and stepped inside despite having excitement and anxiety rising in your gut. You enter a familiar corridor that you haven't been to in a while, with a lengthy wall finishing at a door bearing Diluc's name and his executive director position. The sound of footsteps from your high heels echoed, stopping when you reached the vacant secretary's desk right in front of Diluc's office. He must still be in a meeting.
You debate whether to stay here and wait or enter his office and sit down there. However, before you could make your choice, your head turned at a ding! sound from the elevator and the clatter of two security guards who came out in a hurry to approach you. The third figure that comes out is the receptionist who forbids you to come up here. Her expression shows that she is not entirely confident in her choice to dispatch those tall men who are now in front of you.
"Ma'am, the director has ordered no one to see him." One of the men said to you, clearly trying to keep his intonation polite.
"But, I'm his fiancée!" You put your hand between your collarbones in a dramatic way. The diamond in what the security guard assumed to be your engagement ring caught his attention. Certainly, the price reaches ridiculous proportions; even a year's pay is insufficient to purchase it.
Unfortunately, the other one wasn't so patient. He saw your reluctance to leave. Something then clicked inside his brain to put a grip on you to drag you back into the elevator. You gasped, trying to yank your wrist from him. His fingers tighten on you, and the intensity of his hold burns your flesh. Your expensive bracelet jangled and clanged. He does not let go, resisting your attempts to escape, even as if deaf to your protests and your futile efforts.
“Let me go! How dare you!! Don't you know who my father is?!”
As if he is on a personal vendetta mission, he doesn't even listen to his co-worker telling him to stop. He fixed a determined gaze on the elevator. In an effort to stay still, the points of your high heels screeched against the marble floor. A rich girl is being dragged away no different from a criminal.
"What's all the ruckus about?"
All of the heads turned to the person with the red irises as soon as they heard the new baritone voice and a few halting steps. His brows furrowed as he looked at you and the security guard alternately. Diluc Ragnvindr. Adelinde, his personal secretary, rushes to you in concern as she notices your wrist turning red after you yanked your hand firmly from the security guard's loosened grip. For a couple who were getting married in two weeks, Diluc only realized who you were after five seconds had passed. His expression changed from confusion to one of surprise.
“Diluc!” You called him cheerfully as you approached, as if you weren't just about to be dragged away like a bag of rice just now.
The two security guards exchanged glances before fixing their attention on Diluc, as if waiting for confirmation whether he still wanted you to be taken away or let you be. He signaled for everyone to leave you both alone. You smiled wider when Diluc laid his eyes back on you.
“Miss (Y/N).”
Your name rolls off his tongue in a way more awkward than a child learning to speak. That made you tighten your smile. It's okay, you thought. It takes time—you're confident all you both need is time. Soon, he will drop "Miss" and start calling you by more familiar terms, possibly even preferring "dear" or "darling." You're not sure which is better, but as long as it comes from Diluc, you'll take it.
"It's almost time for lunch! Are you going to eat now?" You asked, failing to notice the poorly concealed expression of unease.
Diluc sighed before he even realized it. He picks up details about you: a woman adorned in jewelery that clearly proves where she stands in social class. In those eyes that looked at him expectantly, Diluc never imagined you would be so resolute, as if you had no dignity and still insisted on meeting the man who had been obviously avoiding you for a few months (or had you not noticed?).
“No,” Diluc replied, making no attempt to hide the annoyance in his tone. “I was going to eat a sandwich in my office. Were you here for any other reason?”
Something from his answer made your smile fall. "Love, how can you eat that as your... lunch?"
Diluc paused for a moment, confused by your question. He's certain he said "sandwich," but it doesn't explain why you're staring at him as if he told you he was going dumpster diving and eating whatever he can find.
“It’s just a sandwich,” He replied. “I don’t see what the issue is with me eating it for lunch.”
You shook your head in disapproval. “The calorie count won't be enough for supporting your health. After all, you are a busy man, right?” The creases between his brows deepened as he listened to the same person who spent her nights out at clubs and getting herself wasted talking about health and the value of eating well. “Don't worry, though. I’ve already reserved the nicest restaurant for us to have lunch. Should we go there now?” You continue.
Diluc's eyes grew wide at what you said. Did he hear it right? Have you reserved a table for the two of you at a restaurant to eat together? How.. impolite. Not even asking a word from him on this is too audacious of you to do. You should be aware that he is purposefully avoiding you and that all of your unanswered calls aren't just accidental. Now that you’ve barged into his office, why do you think he'd want to go to lunch with you?
"No," He said firmly. "I already told you that I was planning to eat a sandwich at my desk. And I do not appreciate you making such a reservation without consulting with me first."
Diluc is always good at drawing boundaries, but you’re better at crossing them.
"But, Diluc, it's been a long time since we could talk and see each other." You gave him a hopeful gaze before taking his hand to reassure him even more. “I already made a reservation for us. It's my friend's restaurant, and they already have a Michelin star. Please? I'm sure it won't disappoint!” You give him a big smile, unaware of his dislike.
The man's shoulders tensed from your touch, in a way no fiancé should react to that. Although he felt irritability building within of him, he maintained his composure.
"I already told you earlier that I wasn't interested in going out for lunch today," He said sternly, pulling his hand away. "Your friend's restaurant may have a Michelin star, but I do not wish to eat there today."
“Then, what will you eat? Sandwich? Is that your favorite kind of food? The restaurant specializes in French cuisine, but I'm sure they'll accept our request for sandwiches."
You don't understand him, do you? The issue isn't with the cuisine or which restaurant to visit; it's with you. Diluc felt his brain reach a dead end. With each deep breath he took to exercise patience, his shoulders raised before falling once more. He fixes his eyes right on you, that should be enough to make you shudder. But, instead of being afraid, you still stand with eyes full of hope. What are you hoping for from a man like him?
“You seem to not understand what no means," Diluc said bluntly. "If you want to go to that restaurant, you can go on your own. As for me, I planned on eating my sandwich in my office. I have some paperwork to catch up on, and I need some time for myself."
Unless you have only one hard-working brain cell left, that should be enough for you to understand. He watches you open your lips again—and for the first time, he wonders what you still have to say to him. However, that opportunity quickly expires when you both hear the sound of new footsteps accompanied by the presence of a man with red hair of the same shade as Diluc's.
"Well, well.. isn't this my favorite girl?”
Crepus Ragnvindr—the father of the cold man in front of you—supported a kind smile that could never be carved on Diluc's handsome face. They resemble one another almost exactly, but they have totally distinct personalities. When Diluc spends his prayers to make you disappear from his life, Crepus is now extending out his hand to welcome you to a friendly hug.
"Father!" You greeted his father cheerfully.
Diluc watched you hug his father before he gave his own greeting, "Father." He acknowledged him with a curt nod.
The older man stared at you. "I was surprised to see you here. Are you here for Diluc?” As he spoke, he turned to look at his one and only child.
“Yes! I'm here to invite Diluc to lunch.” You briefly pause your explanation. "But it seems he wants to eat here because he is busy with work." Diluc noted the little decrease in brightness in your second statement and he clenched his jaw when Crepus glared at him.
Crepus let out a chuckle. "Is it true? Well, he's always been a workaholic. I hope you can take better care of him when you become his wife.”
The young man heard his father's comment and felt annoyance pour over him. It's obvious that Crepus already assumed that you would be Diluc's wife, and he expects him to follow your every word. From the start, he disapproved of the idea of being paired up with someone just because your families had arranged it for you. As far as he's concerned, you two barely know each other, and it goes without saying that two strangers aren't really prepared for marriage.
"Father," He began, speaking up. "Miss (Y/N) was kind enough to invite me to lunch, but I've already made plans for myself."
“Nonsense. (Y/N) came all the way here just to invite you out for lunch, and you'd rather stay here to do paperwork? Leave that to someone else. You should've been the one to ask her, not the other way around." Crepus said to him, taking your side; then he looked at Diluc and continued, "You will have lunch with (Y/N) and me. And leave the formalities behind, she will soon become your wife; therefore you should address her by her first name.”
From how heavy Crepus' words were, Diluc closed his eyes and sighed. As usual, his statements held weight and were difficult to argue against. Diluc will never understand—he will never understand what his father sees in a spoiled naive girl like you.
"Fine," He said reluctantly. "I suppose there's no choice in the matter. Just make sure our lunch isn't too long. I've still got a lot of work to do and I can't waste too much time with you both."
You let out a dramatic gasp and excitedly clapped your hands together. “Of course! I understand how busy you are. You will absolutely love the restaurant!” You said to Diluc, then took a step closer to him and put your hand around his arm; he no longer tries to avoid, like a guy who has given himself up.
Despite the fact that the wedding is still two weeks away, for Diluc, the tip of hell has just begun. The elevator doors opened widely. Crepus was the first to exit the elevator before you and Diluc came right behind him. He could feel people's eyes on you two, and even the receptionist who had prevented you from entering couldn't believe what she was seeing now. The chauffeur holds the door open for the three of you to enter the polished black Rolls Royce.
The world of the rich. They can be seated in a car that costs as much as a person's house and all of their savings, surrounded by luxury and opulence, the finest things money can buy, and yet still feel empty. Diluc turned his attention from the recognizable metropolis beyond the window, to you and Crepus, who were busy chatting happily. Inside, he was cursing his life, cursing the people who forced him into an engagement that would tie him forever in a loveless marriage with a woman whose touch had become like a chain that was squeezing him ever tighter. A bird in a golden cage.
Even after entering the luxurious restaurant with one Michelin star, nothing about the cuisine served on black plates and the expert chef plating can take away the bitter taste from Diluc's tongue. He kept glancing at his watch, waiting for the second he could return to the office. The day isn't quite over, though, when his father considers visiting one of the numerous new pubs they have planned to open in the upcoming month before Crepus heads home early for his golf routine.
When the driver habitually made a turn onto a road he knew perfectly, Diluc could feel the sunlight falling on him. It was inappropriate for him to sit in the car next to his fiancée while waiting to see someone else's figure. He wanted to tell the driver to turn around or take a different path and to let him know he wasn't in the mood for flowers today, but, his voice choked and the words evaporated before they could be said. His palms gripped in anticipation of meeting her, and he could feel his heart racing madly in his ribcage.
“The usual, sir?”
A no should be the answer. However, as if he liked playing with fire, Diluc parted his lips and murmured, "Yes." He inhaled deeply. "We'll be making a stop at the flower shop." He knew this wasn't the best time to go, but if he could see that florist again, even for a moment, it would be worth it.
“Flower shop?” He turned to you after you said that. "Are you going to buy me flowers?"
The question comes with a broadening smile that lifts your cheeks. A sick sense of reality was trying to make him realize he shouldn't be like this, and the best he could still do in this little time was to reconsider his decision and order the driver to turn around. Diluc wasn't even sure when he turned into a man seeking thrills when he played his own and other people's heartstrings. Your eyes sparkle with hope. What are you hoping for from a man like him?
Instead of putting an end to his intentions, a half lie came out of him.
"Well," He replied awkwardly after a moment of silence. "In recent times, I've been wanting to get some flowers a little more often, so I suppose I could buy a few for you as well."
Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but smile as excitement rose in your chest at the thought that Diluc would give you flowers. Though this wasn't the first time you'd gotten one from him, the idea of going to a flower shop with him sounded lovely. A chance to show the world that whatever he purchases next is for you and will always be for you. Everyone would know (even though they already did) that you are the woman who has snagged the city's most eligible bachelor.
After all, isn't it a matter of pride for a woman to end up with her true love?
“I had no idea you were a flower enthusiast.” You commented, turning to Diluc, who was staring out the window. “Fine. Surprise me with any flowers.”
Diluc cocked his head in your direction and briefly locked eyes with you before quickly turning his head away. Guilt enveloped his heart. In his defense, you should’ve expected that matters of the heart are not something that can be forced, and no matter how much money you have, you will never be able to make him love you. So, it wasn't entirely his fault, was it? You signed yourself up for this obvious, loveless relationship. It wasn't entirely his fault, but Diluc was fully aware that he was a grown man with the power to end it. Nevertheless, he made the decision to be an "obedient" son and not let his father down. That's the thing about standing still and not being able to make a decision. He wasn't willing to sacrifice anything, and now he has to lead a double life. Something in his mind warned him this would get even messier if he didn't stop, but Diluc countered that it wouldn't, as long as you didn't know.
The car stopped to park on the side of the road. You smoothed your shirt's wrinkles, straightened your back, and looked in your leather cushion foundation mirror. After double-checking that your lipstick is still flawless, you place it in your bag, and the driver holds the door open for you to exit the vehicle.
Diluc stood while adjusting his cufflinks, clearly familiar with the surroundings. However, you take three turns to look for the flower shop where your personal assistant usually buys flower arrangements for your friends. Nothing. Lined up here are small, unbranded clothing boutiques with faded "open" signs hanging on their doors. The structures here are old. You almost jump at the rough and boisterous voices of a group of teenagers in their worn-out uniforms. The businesses here look more rundown and less polished than you typically see, with a slightly grittier and less genteel atmosphere.
You tried to ignore the burning question in your head about why Diluc was a regular at a place like this. On your fourth attempt, your gaze lands on a flower shop.
It's a flower shop. A simple flower shop with the name of the business painted above it on a worn sign that you don't care to read. Several pots full of fresh flowers were set up in front of it, though the size was not comparable to your usual florist. The selection of bouquets displayed in line was modest and nothing to brag about; some were simply plainly wrapped in brown paper next to the pricing board. But, you notice that whoever runs this business has a keen eye and a hand that cares about the small details of how these flowers are neatly arranged without the slightest flaw.
Diluc took a step closer to it. The sound of footsteps from his Berluti loafers was heard by the shop owner and a blonde woman in a ponytail came out to greet him with a smile. Full of familiarity. They exchanged glances full of familiarity.
“Diluc, hello again.”
The sight of the florist brings back memories of their first meeting, when Diluc was on his way to visit his mother's grave and found this place. Jean Gunnhildr. He learned her name the second time he visited. Since then, he has acknowledged somewhat ashamedly that he has come here dozens of times just to see her. The florist was very polite and sincere, and he became very attracted to her during her visits. Jean Gunnhildr was someone different from the many women he often saw, and the most important thing was that she was different from you.
He didn't need another thing to remind him of an engagement he didn't plan. He didn't need another person to remind him of a fiancée he didn't want.
Jean noticed the presence of an additional person and turned to you. "Ah! Hello! How may I help you?” She greeted you and Diluc's heart skipped a beat almost forgetting you were behind him. He turned to you, watching you walk closer looking at the flowers on display.
You didn't respond to Jean, still busy sweeping your gaze—which Diluc interpreted as judgmental (possibly because he had taken you to a no-name flower store rather than the one he typically ordered whenever there was a required day he had to give you a bouquet of flowers)—at each corner of this establishment. Something in Jean's expression changed, and he was made to feel so awkward that he had to clear his throat to get the blonde's attention.
"Ahem, this is (Y/N). (Y/N), this is Jean." Diluc introduced you two to each other, and your brows furrowed, wondering how he could be on first-name terms with a florist on the outskirts of the city.
Something in Jean's smile changed to one that looked thinner and forced. She was uncomfortable. Diluc didn't blame her, you always had it in you to make people feel that way, like an unbreakable spell. She held out her hand hesitantly for a handshake.
"That is a lovely name." You heard Jean say.
A compliment so sweet, or a lie to deceive? Either she meant it or this is one of her tactics for flattering you to get you to spend a lot of money in her shop. You're so used to receiving praises and compliments from people looking for rewards that it's difficult to separate it out.
However, you put an end to your long thoughts, telling yourself that a compliment is a compliment. A built-in mechanism to stop overthinking. You formed a smile and grasped her hand.
“Thank you. I'm Diluc's fiancée.”
Not required, but brought up nonetheless. You speak his name aloud so everyone can hear it too. "Diluc’s fiancée," as if that were all that you were, and that you had no other identity; as if your whole life belonged only to him. It's like you have nothing but a diamond ring on your ring finger Your existence and soul are for hire. What else could such a woman be but the shadow of her man, whom she clings to desperately?
Jean smiled, one that stood out from the ones you usually saw from people as you watched her blue eyes light up. “Congratulations! You two are a perfect match!” She expressed her happiness with sincerity.
This time, you smiled widely at her words. Like a school girl with a crush, you blush ever so sweetly. If she said it to flatter you and get on your good side, she was successful. You and Diluc are the perfect couple, of course; isn't that obvious? A modern fairy tale, a princess has found her prince. A match made in heaven. The feeling of happiness that comes from hearing it from someone's lips never gets old.
"I like you, Jean." You said, earning a chuckle from her.
You had no idea that someone was experiencing feelings entirely at odds with your own.
To Jean, your upcoming marriage must seem like a blessing. But for Diluc, it was more like a curse. The moment he saw her cheerful smile, he was made to wonder what could have been if Jean had been the one he would be marrying instead of you. How dare the stars above tease him with this chance to be with her, only for him to be condemned to marry someone else, sealing his fate. He will be bound to you, and Jean will forever be the one that got away.
Despite it all, Diluc tried to put on a pleasant expression and ignored the suffocating weight on his chest. “Thank you for your kind words,” He said politely. “Now, if you could show us some flowers, (Y/N) was looking to get some for herself.”
“Of course. Do you mind if I give you a recommendation?”
“Not at all.” You answered Jean, then followed her as she walked over to her buckets of fresh flowers.
Jean took several white roses. “I recommend you white roses. While they are quite popular in symbolizing purity and innocence, they also mean love, loyalty, peace, and new beginnings.” She turned to you before walking over to her small table to arrange the flowers into a bouquet.
You glide through the small, humble flower shop, your eyes flitting over the variety of beautiful blooms. The more you step inside, the more you realize that there are some things that Jean can't fix. Those shelves and countertops are scuffed and worn from years of use; the paint is fading; and the display cases have a few dents and scratches. The tips of your Louboutins hit the cracked tile on the floor. It's a shame she hid her talents in this place.
“Your flowers are beautiful,” you said, placing your gaze on the bouquet of fresh flowers on Jean's table—you guessed it was someone's order. “and your arrangements aren't so bad. What made you choose to open your shop in such a place, when you could be in the center of the city? With your skills, you could make so much money with your talent, if you're brave enough to move where the money is.”
“(Y/N).” Diluc warned.
You turned to him in confusion. "What?" You furrowed your brows, not knowing why he was now glaring at you sharply.
The world of the rich. So ignorant of the struggles of the less fortunate. So far from the realities that most must fight to survive in the streets of this city. Renting a store in the wealthy, bustling center, with its high prices and luxurious lifestyle, is not as easy as talking. Unlike the children of the wealthy who open businesses as a way to prove that their fortune is self-made, it is like gambling for those below them—one wrong move and it's a lifetime of fixing.
For the wealthy, change is never a need. They want what's best. The safety net beneath them is always ready to catch them if they fall.
Jean smiled at you instead of taking offense at what you said. “Thank you for the compliment. The truth is, the rent in the center of the city is a bit out of my reach, I'm afraid. I could never pay the amount required, you see.” She took white crepe paper and wrapped it around the flowers. “Besides, I can't possibly sell this flower shop. It's the only thing that my late father left behind.”
"That is very understandable," Diluc replied. "I'm sure your father would be proud that you're continuing the shop's legacy."
Jean smiled. "I hope so too." She said.
“I absolutely understand you. I also felt the same way when my Pomeranian died. I couldn't even throw away her last chew bone until today."
Jean paused for a moment from arranging the bouquet, and Diluc felt a surge of irritation wash over him as soon as he heard your words. How insensitive. He stares at you in disbelief after you compare Jean's father's passing to the death of your pet. Even if he knows full well that you don't mean any harm and that it's just one of the results of your privileged environment, that doesn't make it any less disrespectful. However, he bit his tongue to refrain from commenting on your statement.
"Right..." Jean straightened her back, finished with her work. She approached you with your bouquet of flowers. "Here you go. I put together something quick, but I hope you like it."
You took the bouquet of flowers with a wide smile, your flushed cheeks lifting as you took in every detail. It is not the most expensive, nor is it of the best quality; however, this will become your favorite because you bought it with Diluc on the outskirts of the city after eating lunch with him. Your slender fingers caressed the white rose's soft petals. You gave the bouquet a tight yet kind embrace.
“It's beautiful.” You mumbled before looking up at Jean. “I love it. Thank you.”
Jean linked her hands in front. "It's my pleasure. I wish you both a happy marriage." The sincerity was clear in her voice as she smiled at the two of you.
Her words landed so beautifully in your ears, but for Diluc, they were like a punch to the gut. On the surface, his calm visage was merely a screen for the turbulent storm inside his heart. Everything, even the person who was meant to be his refuge from reality, reminds him of his upcoming marriage to you. Fate truly orchestrated an unforgiving play for him.
When Diluc handed over the money to pay for the bouquet, his fingers brushed Jean's. It ignited a spark that sent warmth through his chest, and his heart began to beat faster. There was a desire to feel the smoothness of her skin against his again; there's a flash of hope amidst this arranged, loveless match. However, all his fantasies evaporated and disappeared so quickly as soon as you put your hand back on his. His back was turned to Jean and her flower shop as he moved his feet in the direction of the car.
All the way home, you admire the bouquet of flowers and say how white roses are your favorite flower now. Diluc made a mental note of it, but even after he had driven you to your parents' estate, everything about Jean had remained indelible in his mind.
Only two weeks left. There were only two weeks left before he was truly tied to you—which everyone hoped would be forever. But the weight of his decisions and obligations had long since been set in stone, and that golden cage had imprisoned him more than anything else in this world. Dull gray was all he saw, and he had to walk past it like it was his favorite color.
The world of the rich. They wish for the things they will never possess, and the love they dream of.
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"Señora, apologies, but we're about to close up the store for the night.”
The voice of the barista who approached you brought you back to the present, and you lifted your eyes from the fully written page of your journal. He smiled slightly; the dark circles under his eyes gave away his lack of sleep. With a slight nod and a smile of your own, you told him—in your less-than-perfect Spanish—that you would soon be leaving. Satisfied with your answer, he left you to clean up. When you glanced out the window, you noticed that the rain had stopped for who knows how long; you were more absorbed in writing than you thought.
Quickly, you gathered your belongings and took your tote bag to put your pens, lipstick, AirPods case, and cellphone charger. Before you put your journal in, once again, you sweep your eyes over your own handwriting. There you go. Your prologue has been written in black ink on yellow paper. The words you use aren't good enough, but there is still tomorrow to continue.
After double checking and making sure nothing was left behind, you got up from your chair and pushed open the door to exit onto the streets of Madrid.
(That girl inside me stays. If I'm not here for me, she will be there.)
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ahnaiee · 18 days
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"May I Have This Dance?"
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[📃] Fate is cruel, and despite your efforts, it seems that you can’t ever shake off the burden of your title off your shoulders. 
[🖇️] Diluc
[🖋️] angst, hurt/no comfort;; long fic
[1] I might do a different ending of sorts, but that would depend on how kind my schedule is to me :’)
[📀] Now playing: Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift
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Your title as the princess has responsibilities. And for this, your responsibility was to marry a man you never met. The prince of a nearby kingdom, who yours had made an alliance with. To seal the alliance, you were told to be married— and for this, you could not refuse. And today is the last ball, the last day before you leave. 
After receiving countless congratulations from nobles who couldn’t see past your polite smiles and excusing yourself from many invitations to dance, you found yourself in a quiet corner of the ballroom. 
A figure approaches you, and they bow as the orchestra begins a new song, a simple waltz. “May I have this dance, your highness?“ 
DILUC 
"... Diluc?" You whisper, eyes wide in surprise. 
He shouldn't be here. You think. 
He shouldn't be here, in a ball that seals your fate to marry someone who isn't him.
He smiles. It's a small one, but you could see the way his eyes crinkled in an attempt to hide the sadness in them. 
"Your highness." He bows, reaching an inviting hand. "May I have this dance?" He repeats. 
You inhale, heart pounding in your chest as you contemplate taking his hand— then you nod, putting your hand over his.
His hand gently wraps around yours as he guides you to the dance floor. Placing a hand on your waist, he looks deep into your eyes as you sway along with the violin.
He may look indifferent, with a firm line on his lips and the hard look on his face… but you know better. His eyes give him away. 
Underneath the cold exterior, you can see the pain and sadness in his crimson eyes. 
“...Why did you come?” You couldn’t help but ask.
“I was invited.” He simply replied, moving back to let you twirl. 
“Yes, but…” 
“It was my decision.” The duke tells you as you face him again. “I wanted to see you…" He subtly swallows, his voice lowering into a tone of gentleness and hidden sadness . "...before you leave."
You bite your lip at his confession. eyes staring up at him.
“Is that so?"
He nods. "It would be rude of me to not see my friend off… is it not?"
You let out a humorless chuckle, a small mocking smile on your lips. Friend. As if that is what you two are– or were. "Yes, it would be."
You look away when you see his brows furrow at you. "Your highness…" His tone is soft— gentle. He knows the internal turmoil you are going through, yet he could not do a thing to help ease it. 
You won't let him. “That’s all we are going to be, isn’t it, my lord? Just friends. Like how you wanted it to be.” 
His chest constricts at the steel in your voice, mouth dry as he tries to say something.. “I…” 
“Don’t. We both know that this won’t end well.” Your eyes harden and you look away from him. “You don’t have to say anything, ‘luc.”
There are the words at the back of his throat– at the tip of his tongue, yet he could not say it. He swallows at your clipped words, and moves to open his mouth. Before he could even speak, however, the song ends and you quickly pull away.
You curtsy, and you step back away from him. The look on his face is indifferent- but you see the way his hands twitch at his side as he tries to not reach out for you. 
“Thank you for this dance, your grace.” Tell me to stay. The words tug at your throat, but you swallow them back, straightening you back as you force a smile. 
“It is my pleasure, your highness.” Please stay. 
You turn away, shutting your eyes for a brief moment, staying in place. 
One word. One word from him and you would do anything in your power to dissolve the engagement. 
It was always like this. 
You, waiting for him to reach out, waiting for even a single word that would confirm that everything  you had wasn't fake. 
And him, always hesitating, always pausing to think, and always keeping his hands at his side, his words in the back of his throat and the memories of you and him in his mind. 
You sigh, open your eyes and you disappear through the crowd of nobles congratulating you on your engagement… leaving Diluc on his own, staring at your figure longingly, fighting the urge to call you back.
Back into his arms so he could say all the things he wanted to say. 
So many words left unsaid— so many things he wants to admit, to confess, yet as he watches you so far away from him…
Diluc could only shut his mouth and watch from a distance. Watch as you slip away from his fingers, watch as he loses another person he holds dear.
Please stay. Dance with me once more.
He closes his eyes and turns around. 
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x-noechi-x · 11 months
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Feel goodੈ♡˳
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Pairing: Diluc x fem! reader
Warnings: SMUT. IDK if you can call it proper smut but oh well MDNI
Noechis note: I´m late. I know. And this was pretty rushed =/ sorry
Happy Birthday, Diluc!!
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Diluc was never much of a fan of his birthday. He never told you the reason why he felt that way though. As his best friend, you felt like you had to make his birthday something that he was able to look forward to.
“Don’t force yourself to do such a useless thing”, was what Diluc had responded when you told him that idea. But this time it wasn’t meant as a humble rejection. It felt more like a warning. As if he didn’t want to be excited for his birthday.
You didn’t give up, but even after a few years, you never succeeded with your plan. Diluc only saw his birthday as a normal day even if you tried to make it as special as possible.
“Tomorrow is your birthday”, you smiled at your red-haired husband. Diluc didn’t even look up from his paperwork as he nodded. Just like always he didn’t care.
Over the years a lot has changed, including your relationship with him. To think that the most desired bachelor would accept your confession was a miracle. But that he was the one who proposed to you, shocked you even more. But you couldn’t be happier.
“I have a few things planned, so could you maybe take the day off? I asked Adelinde and she said it would be fine if you took a day off”, you asked him, making him look up from his paperwork. Diluc sighed, knowing that he wasn’t able to resist you, and if you wished for it he would take an entire week off. So, it didn’t matter if it was only on one day.
When he agreed, you couldn’t help but smile a bit brighter. Your plans this year were nothing out of the ordinary but only things that you knew your husband would enjoy.
.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.
“It´s too early to get up, love”, Diluc groaned as you tried to shake him awake. He went to bed way too late to finish some paperwork, so it was a given that he was now tired. “But you have to get up”, you pouted, poking your husband’s cheek in hopes of annoying him so he would get up
Your plan didn’t work out when you were pinned down on the bed all of a sudden. You knew that your husband was fast, but that didn’t stop you from being surprised by it. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you looked at Diluc who looked down at you with a smirk.
“Not so strong now, are you?”, he chuckled before leaning down to meet your lips in a heated kiss. The kiss wasn’t innocent and it would lead to more, you knew that. You also knew how it would ruin all the plans you had made, but that didn’t matter now. Not when your husband was that good at kissing.
You had always wondered how he had gotten so good. He always said that you were his first, but he always seemed to know how to move his lips against yours to make your mind go blank.
Your breathing was quickened when your husband pulled away, needing air as well. “I wanna do it”, he said bluntly. Normally he would get embarrassed from even thinking such thoughts, but you could understand him. He was pent up from all the time he had to spend apart from you because of his work so it was no surprise that he couldn’t hold back much longer.
“I´m all yours, my love”, you gently smiled at him making him smile at you as well. How did he get so lucky? He had loved you for such a long time and now you were his. He truly was lucky.
One kiss turned into two, two turned into three, and three turned into so many that you forgot to count. Your husband was skilled with his kisses, but also with the way he touched your body. He knew your body, the spots that made you feel good, like the back of his hand.
“Do you feel good, my love?”, he asked as two of his fingers slipped into your tight heat, stretching you for what was about to come. You nodded, holding back your moans a bit. It would be bad if the other people in the mansion would know what you were doing.
But your husband couldn’t care less. “I wanna hear you moan for me. Ignore the others. I only want you to think of me”, Diluc muttered before kissing your neck, lightly biting down on the spots you would enjoy.
“It’s unfair that you make me feel good. It’s your birthday after all”, you muttered a bit breathlessly, trying not to let the moans escape your mouth.
“But I enjoy it way more when I get to make you feel good”.
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pix3lplays · 4 months
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This is probably a weird ask but can I request Genshin men reacting to seeing their usually smart S/O do something utterly stupid? Like S/O is a super smart person but one day they just do something so stupid like getting a splinter in their butt somehow or accidentally throwing their phone in the dumpster instead of the trashbag because their mind was focused on something else or something like that
I wonder how the Genshin men would react to that lol
-🤡anon
Sure sure!
-Genshin men when their usually smart s/o does something stupid-
Kaeya: Kaeya’s not gonna let that go. You KNOW You’re going to be teased relentlessly for being so silly. He thinks it’s cute though, to learn that his smart and composed s/o can have a little moment of weakness…
Diluc: Diluc suppresses a small laugh, but otherwise he’s not going to give you grief over it. He gets it. Everyone messes up sometimes, and he can’t expect you to be perfect all the time…
Baizhu: I think first he’d check to make sure you were doing okay and feeling well before he let himself tease you a little bit. Nothing extreme, just a light little: “how’d the ground taste?” if what you did was trip over nothing for example, haha…
Venti: Venti definitely teases, I wouldn’t be surprised if he writes a whole song about his genius lover’s little slip up. He’s so proud of himself too, talking about the generations that will be singing his song…
Zhongli: besides suppressing a light chuckle I think Zhongli would let it go. Besides, it’s not like he’s immune to embarrassing slip ups. He doesn’t give you any grief or anything like that.
Wriothesley: Probably teases, just a bit. And it’s all playful and in good fun. You don’t really feel offended or made fun of when Wriothesley teases you a little, just a bit embarrassed haha.
Neuvillette: surprises you by being unable to contain his laughter, he apologizes afterwards while he wipes his teary eyes, and says he’s just amazed that even someone as elegant and as smart as you can still slip up on occasion.
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averageallogene · 8 months
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Hello~ I found your Tighnari fanfic and my lord, I admired how it was beautifully written. I know you get a lot of praise for it and deservedly so. I do find myself wanting a tad bit more tho. I was imagining after all that spicy time, some wholesome aftercare would be nice. I hope you write it with Diluc as the male lead bc I think he's a man that can give you both spicy and sweet 😊
DILUC ♡⊹˚ Burning passion [NSFW]
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fem. reader (3rd person) ; sweet fluffy smut, my favorite <333.
2k words.
notes. HELLO DEAR!!! So sorry for the wait, I've been trying to answer all asks through work breaks and it took me a while to reach yours ;( thank you so much for the sweet message, I'm so happy you liked my first fic! Just know I always smile when I see you in my notes, I appreciate the support!!! I hope you enjoy this~ ✧˖°. Evidently I got carried away bc Diluc always makes me go 😫😫😫 *cupcakke noises*
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Ah, Diluc, sweet sweet Diluc. He's not one to outwardly show much affection when in public, but when in private… The quiet winery tycoon becomes the most vocal, the honeyed little whispers he offers his beloved [F/N] as they passionately make love never fails to make her drunk on his love. He's never one to let her stray far, his body grinding against her own as he sets a slow and deep pace, always close, always whispering how good she's making him feel. 
"You're so good to me, [F/N]... So, good," He's breathing deeper, his voice reduced to grunts as his lips brush against her own. His half lidded eyes delight themselves on the mirage under him, his lover's naked body glistening with sweat as he pounds deeper. 
"Diluc!" She sighs in bliss, her mouth chasing his as his hand roams to find her own. Fingers lace with one another, him placing them gently to the side of her head as his other rests on her hip. He can never get enough, truly he would've never guessed he would be so greedy when it came to [F/N]. 
"I love you, so so much." He always says so many times throughout the day, his tone always raw and honest. Yet, it was during such moments that her heart leapt the highest, a moan being ripped from his throat as he feels her gummy walls squeeze around him deliriously in response to his confession. 
"And I love you always." It's her turn to hush him with lovely words, the hint of a smile on her face earning his response of thrusting deeper, hitting the particular spot that made her see white. The whine that followed only made Diluc grow more and more eager, the rhythm slowly becoming sloppier, his own urges nearly escaping him as he carefully nibbled on her puffy lips.
"I'm close, love." He admits, the hint of frustration evident as he picks up speed. His free hand no longer lingers on her waist, instead slithering down to find her clit, circling and toying with it knowingly as he drinks in the way her body jolts and shivers.
"Ah, 'Luc!" Her voice is nothing short of music to his ears, eyes fluttering shut as she seems to drown on the pleasure inflicted by him. Her legs wrap around his waist, effectively caging him in as her free hand roams through his free hair. "Please, inside."
His otherwise gleaming eyes darken, lust clouding him as the only response he manages is a low grunt. After all, who was he to deny his lovely girlfriend? He can feel a shiver run down his spine as his cock begins to pulsate, the urge to paint her inner walls white giving him the strength to thrust even deeper, quicker. His tip repeatedly kisses her cervix as his mouth clashes with her own, muffling all and every moan as he consumes them for himself, tongues dancing together as his arms bring her closer. His strong grip cages [F/N] against his toned body, yearning to melt with her as they chase their release. 
Diluc can feel it, his orgasm right at the tip of his cock, yet as disciplined as he is, he somehow manages to restrain himself, edging his own release before he can feel the all too familiar sensation of her pussy spasming around his length, squeezing him for all he's worth as she finally releases the knot that had been pounded into her. 
"A-Ahhnnn… Cumming, ah-" Her words slurred as his lips suck on her tongue, tasting her every word as her legs wrap around him tighter, her body begging him for his cum, thick and warm, to claim her.  
"Fuck love, that feels so good…" In a hiss he curses, a small smile blooming on [F/N]'s face as pride swells in her chest. 
To know she was the cause to render the otherwise level headed Diluc into a cursing, rutting mess, it left her wet and ready all over again. She hadn't even reached her zenith a moment ago, yet she was already yearning for him all over again, never truly satisfied with all the ways he was able to pleasure her.
"Are you ready, baby?" He moans against her lips, eyes intensively gazing right at her own as his face flushes. Licking his dry lips, Diluc devours her whimpers yet again, speaking between kisses as he pounds into her relentlessly, finally caving to his own lust. "Here we go, have my cum just as you want."
The thick spurts finally fill her up, the sensation nearly edging her into cumming yet again. [F/N] moans in delight as she hums, releasing her hand to wrap her arms around his neck, bringing him even closer. Her chest presses against his own, feeling him heaving as his pace finally slows down, riding his own high as the lewd squelching sounds fill their now quiet room. 
His head slowly lowers to rest on the crook of her neck, his cheeks flushed with a vivid red that rivals that of his hair. [F/N] can feel against her skin the way he breathes rapidly, lips parted as he brings her closer, relishing in her mere presence as he finally comes to a halt. He doesn't dare move though, his cock still buried deep inside her walls as his seed spills with the overflow. Her hands find their way to his hair, breathing slower, a smile forming on her face.
"That was amazing, honey." She hums in honest delight, silently amusing herself over the way his confidence seems to quiet down. The once raging fire soothes into a glowing ember, the previous passion fizzled into endearment as his touch was now softer, gentler.
"I didn't go too far, did I?" He murmured, lips trailing from her neck up to her face before he watched the way he left her lips puffy and red. He blushes deeply in response, his beloved laughing softly. 
"Never, love." You can always go harder, she thinks, yet the words die in her mouth, lest she wish for her beloved to clear his throat in embarrassment. In all honesty, that sounded quite humorous, yet she restrained herself. 
"Thank you." Diluc smiles, his kiss returning to the gentle worshiping gesture he portrays during daytime. Yet as always, it never remains as one single kiss, his lips lingering as he indulges. "It felt wonderful. I can never get enough of you…"
"You're always welcome to take more, you know?" He was asking for it this time. [F/N] giggles as she watches him struggle to agree or hold himself back, his thumb caressing her face before he wipes the little drool of pleasure away from her face. 
"I wouldn't want to keep you up too late…" He reasons, his eyebrows furrowing softly. He still winces when remembering the one night he'd gotten too carried away, watching with slight horror how his lovely [F/N] limped the following morning. It wasn't like she hadn't enjoyed it, yet the ever gentle Diluc felt oh so guilty. 
"Honey…." She whined, her arms opening to take him closer, peppering his face with kisses. He was just so sweet, so giving, so perfect. "And I wouldn't want you pent up with lust. I can take it, really."
"Archons, you're too good for me." He sighed in bliss, his body coursing with adrenaline as he felt the desire within him rage once more. Still, he smiled, humming in satisfaction as she pampered him with her lips. 
"I think the same thing about you everyday." She giggled, her fingers combing through his crimson hair with nothing short of pure adoration. She could feel his hesitancy to even pull out, her legs pressing against him as she made herself comfortable. "Well, what does my handsome lover feel like, then?"
The smile he gave was [F/N]'s favorite sight to ever behold. "Perhaps some rest… Before we pick back up?"
"Anything you'd like, baby." She smiled, kisses following suit. 
Kisses lingered, constant and consuming, a make out session forming not long after. The pair remained entangled, Diluc atop as he could feel the desire to never move from such a wonderful situation. Under him his beloved simply looked and felt ethereal, their bodies piecing like the most well designed puzzle, simply perfect. His passion began to spark once more, the searing fire reappearing before his touches grew needier, his voice became hushed, his eyes darkened yet again. 
"Take me once more, Diluc." [F/N] whispered against his ear, her voice fanning against his skin as his hands went lower and lower. "I need you."
His vision once more clouded, he succumbed to his desires before he took her yet again. Slow, passionate, intense. His rhythm never faltered until the very end, his hold always strong and caring, his love raw as he poured his every emotion into each thrust. Together they tangled around their bed, him now under as his gaze drunk in the sight of his beloved atop, her hips matching his set rhythm as he met her halfway. His calloused hand held her lower back in support, their hands together as he laced their fingers, squeezing hers with intensity. I love you, I love you, Archons I love you so much [F/N], his head repeated like a sacred prayer right up until they came yet again, bodies resting against one another as they basked in their afterglow. 
"Would you like some water, honey?" He inquired, moving some hair away from her eyes as his own softened. She was simply gorgeous, perfection. 
"I'm alright, but perhaps a shower?" She instead proposed with a smile, her boyfriend humming in agreement. His eyes lingered lower, a furious blush creeping all the way to his ears as he noticed the way his seed leaked down her thighs. 
"Yes… A shower is in order." He smiled shyly, picking her up with ease. Against her protests he continued, hushing her with soft kisses. "No no, I insist. You ought to be pampered after taking me so well."
It was her turn to blush, face hiding against his long, luscious hair. Despite the innocent tone in which he spoke, his choice of words never failed to leave her lightheaded. Goodness, Diluc simply was too good.
A warm bath was quickly prepared for the both of them, and in it they sat. Diluc wrapped his arms around her figure, chin resting against her shoulder as he sighed in pure content. He always questioned if he was too… Clingy, was the word, always gluing himself to [F/N]'s hip whenever he could, yet time and time again he was reassured he was always welcome. His warmth, his protection, his love, it was all something [F/N] could never be tired of. 
"'Luc, can you please wash my hair?" She questioned quietly, her beloved humming in agreement. 
His fingers against her scalp felt soothing, her eyes closing with peace. She would hum in delight over the small action, Diluc behind her being unable to resist the smile from blooming on his face. 
"Do you want me to wash yours?" [F/N] proposed, him not being able to resist. After all, he was always craving her touch in whichever way. 
The water was still hot as they finished, passing onward to pick up the soap. He was the first to volunteer washing her body, insisting she rest for putting up with his antics. Nonsense to her, she herself always loved when he indulged in his own desires - after all, if a man deserved to, it was definitely Diluc! 
His hands lingered through her legs, massaging her skin carefully, like he were worshiping a divine deity. His touch was loving and soft, yet underneath the warm soapy waters she could feel his own heat take over, slowly but surely boiling with other motives as he remained quiet. 
"Something on your mind, Diluc?" She hummed with a smile, watching how his hands faltered before he resumed stroking through her skin. His thumb drew circling patterns on her inner thigh, not so subtly coming closer. 
"Perhaps..." He mused, smiling upon hearing her giggle in response. He could feel his cheeks burn in both embarrassment and desire, almost ashamed of never being truly satiated of his girlfriend. 
"Oh? And would you like to share?" It was now her turn to linger her touch on his leg, smiling knowingly before she leaned back, allowing his lips to come closer to her ear if he so desired. She seemed to read him like an open book, watching as he indeed came closer. 
"Would you really like to know? It might just be too… Shameful, love." He murmured, the lightheartedness in his tone evident as she could practically feel the smile on his breath.
"Shameful? Oh, now I'm left wondering just what my Diluc is daydreaming of." [F/N] giggled, her fingers tracing more and more towards his inner thigh. 
He didn't take long to give in, whispering all the dirty thoughts he couldn't let go for that night. It seemed as though that night's blaze burned thrice as strong, his desire never fully ceasing. Their soothing aftercare was suddenly interrupted, put on hold as his hands lowered, caressed her, gave her all the deserving attention. He couldn't get enough of her sighs, her moans, her praises for him. It felt so difficult to contain himself, his wish to convey his burning love through his actions fueling him to continue onward. 
The water was long cold by the time they truly finished, and even when they retired to the bedroom, it seemed like they couldn't get enough. Goodness, what had gotten into him, [F/N] wondered with amusement as under his administrations she came time after time again. Well, she certainly wasn’t complaining… Unbeknownst to her, the truth was that Diluc was downright addicted to her face as she reached the peak, how her pussy would squelch around his digits, or around his tongue, or would squeeze his cock dry, their fluids mixing and staining their bedsheets long into the early hours of the morning.
[F/N] couldn't remember having such a restless night, but she surely wasn't finding any fault in that. It was only as the sun rose that they had finally ceased their escapades, Diluc holding her lovingly before finally gaining the courage to get up. 
"Must you really go?" He heard his [F/N] pout, receiving a smile as he caressed her cheek.
"I'm afraid so, love." He hummed, his lips brushing against her temple ever so lovingly. "Why don't you take the day off?"
"I have to work, Luc." She laughed it off softly, her eyes opening to lazily look up at him. Her heart skipped a beat as she realized just how lovingly he looked at her, his fingers lingering on her hair as he played with it ever so gently.
"Don't worry about it, just rest." He reassured her, finally kissing her one final time before he gathered the strength to get up. "I'll see that your boss is informed that you won't be clocking in today."
She could only blush and offer him a thankful smile. A day spent in his manor… It simply felt far too good to pass up. 
Besides, her entire body ached. Some rest would surely do her well.
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rukkiya · 12 days
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10 things he hates about you
(diluc x reader)
you do nothing but take up his mind, he can’t help but think about everything he loves hates about you.
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one: he hates your smile
he can’t stand it, he finds it annoying how you never stop smiling. you’re always happy even when others upset you or say cruel things, he just doesn’t understand. he especially can’t stand it when you smile at him, when your eyes almost almost close from your wide smile as you look up at him. He can’t stand the heat he feels on his face afterwards, far more warm and welcoming than the pyro vision sitting on his belt.
two: he hates you laugh
he can’t stand loud things. your laugh is loud, sometimes you snort when you laugh too hard and it makes you laugh even harder, making it contagious to others around you. He hates that he’s the one that gets affected by it, even if it’s just a mere giggle from you he feels this bloom inside of his chest and he gets nervous, he can’t stand the feeling.
three: he hates your eyes
the way they light up when you spot him from afar, when you look up at him to talk, how you never take your eyes off him when he’s talking to you, keeping them on him to let him know you’re listening. He can’t stand it, why do you do that? why does looking into your eyes make him feel vunerable, make him feel safe, calm. He can’t stand it when he can’t look away from your gaze, always so soft and welcoming towards him.
four: he hates your voice
he can hear it from a mile away, it’s soft but loud enough. you talk so much sometimes and it’s annoying, you don’t know when to stop even if it’s for your own good but he hates it the most when you talk to him. when you ask him about his day, if he’s been taking care of himself, if he’s gotten rest because it’s the way you ask. your voice filled with pure concern and sincerity. he hates that he finds himself wanting to hear it more often, your sleepy voice, you drunk voice, all of the voices you do, everything you say.
five: he hates how caring you are
he can feel tired or lethargic from lack of rest since he’s so busy and you pick up on it. always lending a hand and helping him, staying up past closing hours at the tavern to help him clean up even though you’ve done your long hours at the Knights of Favonious yourself, he can’t understand why you do such a thing, for him of all people.
six: he hates how you don’t ask for help
multiple times he’s seen you in pain, it can be physically or mental but you only smile and shake your head when he brings it up. you make excuses saying how you’re just tired or you had an accident even though he can easily see the red puffiness around your eyes for you crying by yourself or you limping carrying a load of paperwork but still pushing foward when you can just ask, just as for archons sake and some will lend a hand, he will lend a hand.
seven: he hates how selfless you are
you put others before yourself and it infuriates him. how can you be so reckless with yourself? why do others take advantage of that side of you? It can be as little to someone being cold and you giving up your coat to give them despite you being freezing yourself. Or giving whatever you have whether it be time or money when you don’t have enough yourself, you lend a helping hand to others and no one ever returns the favor, the worst part is you don’t expect it either.
eight: he hates how he cares so much about you
you frequent his tavern almost every night so when you don’t, he gets worried. did you get hurt on a mission? did you collapse from neglecting your own health? are you getting enough rest? Are you eating properly? When was the last time you relaxed? He cant stand it, how he cares so much it worries him. But it confuses him, when he sees you and he feels relief wash over him and he can finally relax, when your eyes meet his he feels better but he can’t stand it, caring so much is so bothersome.
nine: he hates the way you take up his mind
from when his eyes close at night to when he opens them up first think in the morning he thinks of you, wonders what your day consists of, how’s work been for you? he can’t wait until dawn, when he hears his tavern door chime and doesn’t even have to look up from serving customers to know it’s you as he hears your laughter among the chatter. his eyes wander to where you sit, more times than he’d like to admit but he wants to make sure you’re ok, no one is bothering you.
ten: he hates that he loves you because you won’t let yourself be loved, he hates how you think you don’t deserve it
in all the time he’s known you he’s never seen you with someone and he doesn’t understand. How hasn’t someone swept you away yet? how hasn’t someone taken you and cherished you? realized you’re everything in a significant other and more, you’re so much more. He can’t understand, wrap his mind around why he wants to be the one to do so. why he wants to keep you for himself and cherish you forever. He knows how amazing you are, he says he hates these things about to convince himself he does but deep down he doesn’t. he loves every single thing about you. He loves your smile, your laugh, your eyes, your voice the way you help others. He would never trade what he feels for you ever, but he knows he doesn’t deserve you. He knows you all too well too, he knows how mean you are to yourself. how you’d say you don’t deserve someone so caring or loving when you’ve done nothing to deserve it to begin with. But he would give you all he has, if the archons above would let him be greedy and keep something for himself and cherish it until his time comes he’d choose you.
eleven: he hates nothing about you, he hates himself for not being able to confess. he loves everything about you and will do anything it takes to keep you happy.
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authors note: hello lovelies!! it’s been so long t^t I’m so sorry I went on a hiatus and didn’t tell you why, it’s just been foggy. I’ve been dealing with very bad anxiety and self destructive problems but it’s getting ok now! this is different from what I usually do, it’s more brain vomit if anything lol. I hope you are all taking care loves! eating whatever u want and getting sleep and hydrating! I hope you all enjoy and take care!! ^~^<3 (not proof read, forgive me for any errors!)
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whoistartaglia · 1 year
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ice skating headcanons
includes: kaeya, childe, diluc, cyno, ayato, xiao.
warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff.
notes: happy holidays! i always love going ice skating around the holidays and wintertime.
kaeya.
he’s surprisingly terrible.
yeah no, kaeya can’t skate very well. you were surprised when he immediately slipped and fell the second he got on the ice. you weren’t the best at ice skating either, but you could at least make your way to where he sat, in the middle of the ice rink, unable to get back up.
“don’t judge me! i’ve never been ice skating before.”
“you literally have a cryo vision?”
his face, already rosey from the cold, reddens even more. “yeah, well… that doesn’t mean i can figure skate.”
you can only manage a nod, not really sure if you should be concerned, amused, or all of the above. you reach out a hand to help him up. kaeya grabs it and pulls.
“really?” you ask, now also spawled out on the ice. kaeya laughs like it’s the funniest thing in the world, and it kind of is, until you remind him: you don’t know how to get up without someone else, either.
and then you both sit there—debating whether you should crawl to the walls, ask a stranger for help, or just wait until the zamboni comes around to push you off.
childe.
when you suggested you and childe go ice skating together, you fully expected to be the better of you both. you weren’t the best, but certainly better than average.
but no, about an hour later, childe was still skating circles—or rather, figure eights—around you. you could stay on your feet and stop when you needed to; childe could jump several feet in the air and spin for minutes on end.
honestly, you guess you should have expected it. childe he did grow up in a land covered in snow and ice. he was a natural.
“can you please wait for me?” you call after childe.
he turns, now skating backwards, and flashes you an arrogant smile. you feel he likes showing off, even as he slows down and waits for you to catch up.
“i’m sorry,” he says, gently taking your hand.
“no you’re not.”
“no,” he confirms. “i’m not.”
he flashes you a brillant smile, and then he’s off—with you being dragged pulled behind him. is that better or worse than before? you can’t tell.
diluc.
“diluc…”
“no.”
“but…”
“anything but that, [name].”
you pout and cross your arms over your chest. “but diluc, it’ll be a fun date…”
diluc thinks you look adorable right now, but even as you give him those puppy-dog eyes, his answer remains firm: he will not be going on an ice skating date with you.
“we can go on other nice dates,” he insists, turning away from you.
“but why?” you ask. “can you at least answer that?”
“i just… don’t want to go?”
“diluc.”
he sighs, and relents. “because the last time i tried figure skating, i melted the rink and got kicked out.”
diluc looks up at you when you don’t respond, a faint blush already on his cheeks. it only deepens when he sees you’re trying not to laugh—you feel bad, but you can’t help it, either.”
now he’s the one pouting. you collect yourself, and tell him, “okay… now we have to go.”
yeah, diluc definitely shouldn’t have given you that particular gem of information.
cyno.
cyno has been putting off your ice skating date for weeks. he’s been telling you “next week” for the past three weeks now, and you put your foot down.
that’s how you finally ended up at the ice arena. there’s you, impatient and excited to get on the ice again, and cyno, looking… not completely uncomfortable in ice skates?
“you look ready,” you observe, opening the door once the zamboni exits the ice.
“hope so,” cyno mutters under his breath.
and… he is. he is? you can’t quite comprehend how good cyno is at figure skating—he’s not the best, but that he’s able to stand on his own two feet and hasn’t fallen yet… you’re impressed.
cyno knows it too, but instead of being smug, he seems almost bashful when he comes up to you.
“how… how are you…?”
cyno will later insist his blush was because of the cold, and not because of his confession: “i’ve been practicing.”
“for how long?”
“a few weeks.”
cyno watches you do the math. “so when you’ve been putting this off—“
“yes,” cyno says. “i know you wanted to go and… i didn’t want to be falling over myself.”
now it’s your turn to blush. he didn’t have to do all that, but you’re secretly happy he did.
ayato.
the date was ayato’s idea, and although you’ve never been ice skating before, you go with him.
but not only thirty seconds after getting on the ice, you already want to get off. you’re awful, absolutely awful, at this.
“how are you doing that?” you ask as ayato skates towards you. you’re clinging to the wall while ayato’s able to gracefully stop infront of you, no support needed.
“i learned when i was young,” ayato tells you. he pauses and observes you, wobbly and about to slip with every movement you make. ayato cautiously asks, “maybe should we get off?”
“no!” you almost shout. ayato blinks, and you repeat more softly, “sorry. i mean, no, i want to stay on.”
“are you sure?” ayato asks.
no. “yes.”
yeah, you’d regret that response thirty minutes later, having fallen and slipped and tripped several times over. ayato, for his credit, doesn’t laugh (although he looks like he really wants to at times). he only smiles and reaches out his hand.
and yet the next time he asks if you want to get off, your answer is immediate: yes.
xiao.
“i do not want to go figure skating.”
“xiao!” you exclaim. you’ve been pestering him to go for the past week or so, and his answer so far hasn’t budged.
“why do you even want to go?” xiao asks.
“because! it’s fun and romantic.” you protest. you continue, “i can show you how, it’s really easy once you get used to it—“
“i—“
“—and i promise i won’t laugh if you fall. okay, maybe i might, but i promise i’ll try not to, so please can we go?”
xiao makes the mistake of looking into your wide, hopeful eyes. he wants to be stubborn and suggest another date idea… but he really can’t, not when you’re looking at him like that.
but you really don’t know why he didn’t want to go. xiao isn’t a terrible figure skater—he might even be better than you, though you’re only decent at best.
“so, why didn’t you want to come?” you ask once you take a break off the ice.
xiao shrugs. “i just didn’t really like it.”
“oh.” you kind of feel bad now, insisting on going, before xiao turns to you and says quietly, “but i do like that you like it and… i’d go with you again.”
“really?” you ask.
“really.”
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animekpopsimp · 5 months
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Seeing You on Your Wedding Day
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Diluc
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Diluc finds himself standing at the alter, holding his breath as the music begins to play. The moment, his eyes looked toward the other end of the room as your figure appeared. As soon as his eyes landed on you, Diluc felt as if the world around him came to a stop, as if time was frozen. The image of you in your wedding dress leaving him speechless. A lovestruck smile crossed his face as you walked down the aisle, heat rushed to his cheeks, as if he was falling in love with you all over again. And at that moment, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.
Zhongli
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Zhongli has always been known as a stoic man, but the moment you began walking down the aisle on your wedding day, he felt like he lost all composure. His heart began to race, and his face began to heat up. A soft, loving smile spread across his face as he locked eyes with you. At that moment, he remembered all the memories the two of you had made leading up to this moment. The day the two of you met, your first dates and so many other moments he had spent loving you. All of that couldn't compare to now, the dress you were wearing fit you perfectly. It made you look more beautiful than he could have ever imagined, it almost felt like a dream.
Ayato
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Ayato stood next to Thoma as music filled the room and you began to walk down the aisle. Ayato spotted you adorning the beautiful wedding dress you had picked out. Time seemed to freeze for your soon-to-be husband. Though he didn't seem to react on the outside, on the inside his heart was beating faster than it ever had before. To Ayato, you looked like an angel on earth. He couldn't be happier.
Alhaitham
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Despite the stoic look on Alhaitham's face, on the inside, he was smiling. He watched you walk down the aisle, that beautiful smile gracing your face. It made his cheeks heat up, he really was a lucky man.
Neuvillete
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Neuvillette was speeches when he locked eyes with you, he admired the way you looked in your wedding dress. You always looked beautiful to him, but seeing you in the dress on your wedding day made him feel like the happiest man on earth. He almost thought he was dreaming, though this wasn't a dream, this was real. And he couldn't ask for more.
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