#okay so I said one thing for certain: the little mage isn’t making it bc authors love killing off the lovable side character dhdjj

[xiao-cafe]

drabble game — prompt 67

pairing: diluc x gn!reader

prompt: “If you don’t want to talk about it then say so. Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.”

tags: fluff, grumpy diluc, healer!reader

wc: 1.3k

notes: in the part with the chest i don’t mean like a female chest but like a normal human chest that’s up to your interpretation ^^ also thank you to @spoiledmoras​ for requesting this! i rushed the ending bc if i went on it would’ve become a full-fledged fic and im not ready for that kind of commitment

The moon hung high and bright in the sky as Diluc limped his way back to Mondstadt. With each step forward, the next step became harder as his legs threatened to give way beneath him.

It wasn’t like him to be injured so badly while protecting Mondstadt in the middle of the night but simple recklessness took a hold of him and he had rashly put himself in danger for the sake of intercepting a few Abyss Mages and the hordes of hilichurls they led.

Granted, his injury was merely a result of his rashness that led to him falling off the cliff after swinging his claymore too widely, making such a rookie mistake weighed heavily on him as he recalled why he had been so agitated in the first place.

Exhaling heavily, Diluc cast a withering glare at the steps leading up to the Cathedral. He had always been one up for some light exercise but his bones ached at the thought of dragging himself all the way up to get some medical help.

“I should’ve gone back to the Winery…” The red-headed man muttered to himself. He glanced back at the route he had taken, the gears spun in his head as he calculated his chances of making it back to the Winery before daybreak or even surviving the night.

But his thoughts were interrupted as you appeared before him, like an angel in the dark.

“Y/N.” He greeted smoothly as he attempted to stand up straighter. The sight of Mondstadt’s newest healer was a welcoming one for Diluc.

Your eyes were as wide as saucers as you observed Diluc looking dishevelled and nothing alike the refined gentleman he always appeared to be.

“Master Diluc.” You responded, eyes roving from his face to his feet. “You’re injured.” You gasped, pointing at his knees.

The man nodded quietly, refusing to explain any further.

One of the things Diluc disliked about you was your unnatural ability to pinpoint when something was up with a person. Your questioning gaze searched his face for answers but Diluc remained stone-faced as you guided him to the fountain by the plaza.

“I know this isn’t the most comfortable of places but I don’t think I could carry you all the way back to the Cathedral.” You said to the man as you helped him move into a seated position with his legs outstretched.

“It’s fine,” He answered, grimacing slightly as pain flared in his legs.

“Pardon me,” You whispered as you rolled up his pants, your face bore no emotion as you assessed the extent of his injuries. Your hands were cool to the touch as your fingers brushed against his skin lightly. As much as he’d hate to admit it, your touch calmed him down and the simmering rage that burned within him seemed to dissipate.

“You’ve been getting hurt more frequently as of late, is something on your mind?” You asked him, unaware that a pair of scarlet eyes were trying to burn a hole into your face for asking a simple question.

“It’s nothing.” Diluc answered stiffly, crossing his arms as he spoke.

The man wondered how much longer you’d take to fix him up and how many more intrusive questions would you ask during that time.

“You sure?”

Diluc sighed deeply, causing you to look up from your work in concern.

“I am. Fine.” He stated quietly, an underlying tone of anger laced his voice as he directed a steely glare at you.

Nevertheless, you were undisturbed by his grumpiness.

“If you don’t want to talk about it then say so.” You told him, a reassuring smile donned your lips as you continued, “Don’t lie and pretend to be fine when you clearly aren’t.” 

Were you… giving him advice?

An unknown emotion erupted in Diluc‘s chest as he glared at you as you worked, your hands hovered above his wounds as you healed him with your powers.

“I have no need to disclose personal matters with you.” Diluc said, breaking the silence.

“I know.”

Diluc gritted his teeth, why would you ask if you had known in the first place?

“I just wanted to know if there was anything I could do to help,” You stated, answering his unspoken question.

“You’re always coming back to the city this late in the night, injured, and as someone who’s been healing you for the past few weeks I’ve just been feeling a little worried that’s all.”

It was true. Diluc knew he wasn’t being himself, throwing himself at monsters every chance he got. And the fact that you always happened to be around when he needed a healer was something he greatly appreciated. 

Perhaps he had been too harsh…

“Klee’s always saying that you never smile and I guess that’s true!” You laughed pointing at him.

Even without a mirror, Diluc knew exactly what you had meant and your laughter only served as oil to be added to the growing flames.

As time passed, the pressure on his brow lifted and the quiet anger quickly turned into approval (and a hint of admiration) while you finished up the healing process, unfurling his pant leg to signify that you were done.

“I’ve done as much as I could but you should definitely follow me to the Cathedral so you can receive proper treatment.” You stated, perspiration coated your forehead which you promptly wiped away with your sleeve.

“I’ll be fine on my own.” Diluc answered, refusing your outstretched hand in offer. 

“Oh, but I’ve only alleviated the pain, the injury is still-” Your words were interrupted as the red-haired man attempted to stand up, only to fall forward and into your arms.

You let out a yelp as Diluc’s weight sent the both of you crashing into the cobbled floors.

“Are you okay?!” Your voice was high as you lifted Diluc’s face from your chest.

“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t support your weight.” You blurted out and continued to apologize profusely even as Diluc lifted himself off of you with his arms and rolled over.

“Your face is red, do you have a fever!?” You pressed your palm to Diluc’s cheek, “You’re burning up!”

Diluc remained composed despite his flushed cheeks, his face felt warm and the way you touched him in such an unrestrained manner didn’t seem to bother him at all. In fact, he wanted more.

You were a rambling mess as you fussed over him, checking his temperature and if his injury had worsened.

Diluc narrowed his eyes at you as he let you help him sit up, he wasn’t sure why he felt the need to hold you. But he let you press your body next to his as his arm slung around your shoulders and you lifted him from the floor.

“Don’t worry, I’m prepared to support you this time!” You assured him, to which Diluc responded with a low unconvinced hum.

Yet, a hint of a smile was evident on his lips as you walked with him up the many stairs, until the both of you reached the Cathedral, out of breath.

“We’re… Here…” You panted, your legs complained with each step you took but you ignored the limits of your body and focused on getting Diluc some much needed medical help.

In truth, Diluc had already gotten used to the initial soreness in his legs. With the pain gone, he could still walk even though he was certain the bone within hasn’t mended but the man wasn’t about to tell you that.

In his eyes, you were strange, asked many invasive questions, yet you stirred something deep in his heart and he would rather compliment Kaeya than to say what was on his mind.

Even as you called for Barbara, you stayed by his side. Making sure he was comfortable and assisting Barbara whenever you could.

Although, the blush on his face still wouldn’t go away.

end.

end notes: this was also unedited bc its 1am and im sleepy lmao

#diluc #diluc x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #diluc drabbles #genshin diluc #genshin impact drabbles #genshin impact diluc #zhongli-cafe-writes

[clefeah]

colu - ego

i havent written in like a year bc of personal reasons, so im probably out of practice, pls give feeback if u have the time! this is a colu oneshot bc i love rarepairs. enjoy!

Today had not gone as Lucy expected, well no, that’s not entirely true. She expected her team to eventually disregard the plan she so expertly devised and run in, guns blazing like they always do. She just sort of hoped they wouldn’t. Which, now, as she sits alone, outnumbered by some edgy dark mage douchebags dressed in all black, she realizes was kind of unrealistic. 

“It’s cool, Lucy, you got this!” She mumbles unconvincingly to herself. 

From the corner of her eye, she can see the golden glinting of her keys, safely stowed in the black pocket of a mages robe. After a mini pep talk she convinces herself to go for them. She takes a breath and prepares to tackle the large, robed figure. She lunges forward, but they dodge her, causing her to go flying headfirst into the wall. She rubs her head and glares as she hears one of the mages laugh at her.

“It’s alright, Lucy, Team Natsu has tackled enemies bigger than this and won no problem, you’ll be fine!” She continues to tell herself, with the same unsure tone.  

She hears the same laugh again, and turns in that direction, so she can tell the jerk off for mocking her. Surprisingly, there doesn’t seem to be anyone there, which causes goosebumps to rise on Lucy’s skin.

“Wait, wait, wait! This guild has supposedly has taken a vow of silence, and even went as far to use a spell to disable their voices. That’s why they’re called ‘Dead Silent’.” Lucy recalls frantically to exactly nobody. “So if it wasn’t one of them, then-“

Her pondering is cut short by the sound of something landing on the metal ground behind her with a bang. She squeaks in surprise and spins around to see a tall figure in a navy cloak. She draws back instinctively and prepares for a fight she feels almost certain she’ll lose.

“Hey.” The mysterious person says in a voice that seems somehow familiar to Lucy. 

“H-hey..?” Lucy replies in a daze, shocked by their nonchalant attitude.

“You sure like talking to yourself.” They mock.

“Who are you?!” Lucy demands, purposely ignoring the completely true statement.

A smirk plays on what she can see of the strangers lips, and they finally remove their hood. Lucy gasps at the identity of the taller person.

“Considering your current situation, I’d say I’m your knight in shining armor.” Cobra, or rather Erik,  laughs teasingly.

“You! Y-you’re..?” Lucy gasps, unable to gather words in her surprise. “Amazing? Handsome? The best?” He suggests jokingly. 

Lucy furrows her eyebrows, she knew she didn’t really like him, but she didn’t expect him be so obnoxious. 

“Heard that.” The dragon slayer comments, snapping Lucy from her albeit rude thoughts.

“Ah, Sorry…” She apologizes awkwardly, then shakes her head. “Wait, no I’m not. Why am I apologizing to you?”

“Maybe because I’m your savior?” He says self importantly.

“Who said I needed saving?!” Lucy yells, her face turning red from either embarrassment or anger.

“Your thoughts did.” He grunts, looking annoyed at her sudden screaming. “Who said you were allowed to read my thoughts?!” She screams in the same loud voice.

Erik says nothing to this, just simply gives her a confused look. It’s not like he could really control it, he just has really good hearing. Well, that’s an understatement, but he certainly did not care to hear the celestial mage’s thoughts of self pity.

“Wait.” Lucy says, lowering her voice to almost a whisper.

Erik raises his eyebrows and signals her to continue.

“They’ve been sitting there the entire time while we spoke. They haven’t tried to attack us once.” She tells him, her voice showing her unsettlement. 

Lucy was right and they both knew it, they’ve just been watching the odd pair banter with the same detached look on each of their faces. Now that Lucy thought about it, they weren’t even trying to attack her when she was alone, just dodging her when she attacked.

“Hey, you can read minds! Tell me what they’re planning to do with us!” Lucy commands Erik in a hushed tone, as if they were going to suddenly jump from their passive mode.

“Say please.” He says slyly.

“Hey, your ass is on the line here too, buddy!” She growls impatiently.

Erik’s face morphs from an arrogant smirk to an expression of unease and confusion. 

“What, are you just now realizing that?”

He shakes his head slowly as his lips curl into a frown. Lucy crosses her arms and tilts her head inquisitively. 

“Then what’s your problem?” 

“I can’t hear their thoughts.” He hisses in frustration, voice barely audible.

Lucy blinks a couple times.

“Come again?”

“This isn’t the first time this has happened,” he recalls his first encounter with Jellal. “but for such a large group of people, it’s ridiculous. Not to mention, I can’t sense any magic energy from them!” He explains in a troubled tone.  

“Paired with their suspicious behavior, that makes a double creepy.” Lucy whines, a chill running up her spine. 

Erik glances down at the shaking blonde mage and exhales.

“Don’t lose your head. I’ll handle this.” He assures her, awkwardly placing a hand on her shoulder before lunging at the group in front of him.

Lucy hears a familiar bang, then sees Erik lying in the same position she was just a few minutes ago. She thinks she would laugh if she weren’t so unnerved. 

“They dodged you too?”

Erik says nothing and immediately gets up, preparing to get serious. Lucy smirks subconsciously, he’s probably embarrassed. 

“Let’s see you dodge this, asshole!” He snarls, changing his stance. “Poison Dragon Roar!!!”

His poison breath successfully engulfs his target, and he flashes a cocky grin when the cloaked figure is nowhere to be seen amongst the poison. Lucy shudders, is he really powerful enough to dissolve a guy, clothes and all?! Her question is answered by the forming of a shadow in front of the slayer. When it takes shape, it looks eerily similar to the guy Erik just attacked.

“I was afraid of this.” Lucy sighed and bit her lip.

“Afraid of what?!” Erik snaps, obviously frustrated that he failed again.

“These are shadow wraiths. They can’t hurt us, but we can’t hurt them either. They can be created by high level shadow mages.” She explains irritably.

“If they can’t hurt us, then what’s there to be afraid of? Can’t we just leave?” 

Lucy’s turns red as her face falls. It really hadn’t occurred to her that she could have just left.

“I don’t see why not…” She answers awkwardly.

Erik is at the door before she can even finish, trying to open it.

“Locked.” He growls, looking about ready to explode.

“Ah,” Lucy’s face falls. “I think this might have been a distraction for them to lock us in here, like Illusion Magic.” She says hesitantly, not wanting to make him angrier.

Even though she doesn’t have super hearing like her angry counterpart, she swears that she could hear something snap inside of Erik.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” He roars at Lucy.

“Hey, you can’t just blame me! You have the big ears, why didn’t you hear anyone locking the door?!” She retaliates, not about to be scolded by him.

Erik opens his mouth to reply, but promptly shuts it when he realizes that he has no comeback.

“But you knew what these things were, why didn’t you just leave?!” He adds. “I didn’t, until you attacked it! These ones were really well made, and have the benefit of the whole ‘edgy matching outfits’ thing going on!” 

“That’s an awful excuse, and even you think that! Now, because of you, I’m stuck here!” Erik complains loudly.

“I’m still failing to see how this is my fault!”

The pair continues to argue in front of their audience of soulless wraiths until Erik puts a finger to Lucy’s mouth and shushes her.

“Someone’s coming.” He tells her.

“Finger. Off. Now.” She says in a dangerously low voice.

He complies, then slowly moves towards the door.

“Who is it?” Lucy inquires quietly.

He shakes his head, indicating that he can’t quite tell. Suddenly, he bangs on the door, startling Lucy.

“Oi! In here!” He yells at the door, or rather to the people on the other side. The footsteps are then loud enough for Lucy, with her average hearing, to sense. Next, the doorknob starts to jiggle, and the door opens. Standing there is the rest of their respective teams.

“Why’re you banging on the door like that?” Sorano questions, hands on her hips. “We were trapped in here.” Erik replies.

“Really? By whom, exactly?” Jellal asks warily, looking around for enemies. Lucy and Erik turn to see that the wraiths have disappeared. 

“Ah, well, there were some shadow wraiths here, but that doesn’t matter. The door was locked.” Lucy tells the confused group.

“Locked?” Sorano laughs. “Sure, it was a bit jammed, but nothing impossible to open.”

At that moment, the rooms falls silent.

“So, you were too busy yelling at me to actually put a little effort into opening the door, huh?” Lucy says lowly, aura turning dark.

Erik purses his lips and clasps his hands. Well, this is embarrassing, because she’s completely right.

“My bad..?” He says sheepishly.

Lucy ignores him, and just turns around to get her keys, which were dropped when the wraiths disappeared. 

“Hey, I said it was my bad, okay? No need to use words like that!” He huffs, crossing his arms.

“I didn’t say anything!” Lucy glares.

“No, but you thought it!”

“God, you guys sound like you’re having a lover’s quarrel, it’s gross.” Sorano sneers, looking away.

“Shut up!” They both say in unison.

“Hey, you both agree that Sorano should shut up, that’s something!” Meredy giggles.

“Kid, I’m this close.” Sorano snaps, narrowing her eyes at Meredy, who is beaming as usual.

“Enough, let’s just get out of here.” Erik groans.

“Agreed.” Lucy says, almost mimicking his tone. 

A sly grin crosses Meredy’s face as she stifles a giggle.

“So, why are you guys even here?” Lucy asks the whole of Crime Sorciere, as they start towards the exit.

“The same reason as you, pretty much. Dead Silence is a dark guild that’s been causing a lot of trouble, so we dealt with it.” Erik replies.

“You mean we dealt with it, while you two got to know each other in the supply room.” Sawyer adds. 

They both glare, but don’t say anything, mostly because it’s true.

“I take it that this means the job is finished?” Lucy asks.

“Yup! We took down the master. He was tough, but obviously he couldn’t stand a change against all of us!” Meredy answers.

“That explains why the wraiths disappeared. The master must have been controlling them.” 

“You guys got trapped by a bunch of shadow wraiths? Aren’t they virtually harmless?” Gray mumbles.

The pair look at each other awkwardly, today was not good for either of their ego’s.

#colu #ft #fairy tail fanfiction #colu fanfiction #10TH TIME TRYING TO POST THIS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #hopefully it works #mystuff