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elf-osamu · 2 years ago

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hi lovely!! congrats on your followers that is so wonderful 🥲

for your event could I request an action prompt from list 4, “[SOOTHE] - for sender to comfort receiver’s muse while they’re having a nightmare, trying to keep receiver asleep.” With Zhongli or maybe Kaeya and Diluc if you’re up to write multiple? preferably gn!reader being the one having the nightmare with Zhongli or whoever comforting them. thank you!! :) 💕

“SOOTHING WORDS FOR YOU”

[ masterlist ] [ event ] [ reblogs are very appreciated ]

hurt/comfort, romantic relationship, zhongli, kaeya alberich, diluc ragnvindr (separately) x gn!reader

warning(s) : IMPLIED SPOILERS FOR DILUC’S STORY QUEST (in diluc’s), night terrors, slight angst at the beginning for diluc’s (i’m sorry i swear i love him), pet names (love/dear) are used in kaeya’s and diluc’s !, not proofread

word count : 1449 words

plot : “your boyfriend discovers you’re having a night terror — how does he comfort you without waking you up?”

a/n : i’m incredibly sorry for the long wait </3 this has been a tough year. anyway, i’ve done some research: nightmares are bad dreams that make you wake up; night terrors are moments where a person shouts/moves/violently act while sleeping! these moments tipically last from a few seconds to around 3 minutes, but sometimes the time could be longer. so in this fic, it’s about night terrors because it think they fit better :) <3.

ZHONGLI

although he wasn’t someone who needed a substantial amount of sleep, the consultant of the wangsheng funeral parlor sometimes decided to rest at night and immerse himself in what the life of mortals seemed to be like. it was a moment of peacefulness when one’s mind could rest from the workload of the day and wait for tomorrow to begin — something that beings like him weren’t entirely used to.

memories of the past were a common occurence in the mind of someone as knowledgeable and experienced as zhongli. while you were asleep beside him, he quietly thought about his bygone encounters and things that he had witnessed during the years of his life. he looked back at those times, savouring both the wonderful and the unhappy, past matters.

it was one of those nights — though the brown-haired man was lost in his thoughts, he glanced at your resting figure every now and then, quietly admiring you.

as he was wondering whether he should have prepared a cup of tea for himself or not before joining you in morpheus’ embrace, a scream diverted his attention from his mind to you: you were sat up in your shared bed and you looked frightened; your breath was heavy, too heavy, and you seemed to be staring wide-eyed at something in front of you, forcefully kicking your feet.

zhongli stopped himself from talking to you, supposing that it would have been better to slightly move and see your eyes — as he was expecting, your pupils were dilated, your gaze wasn’t focused on anything in particular.

he had seen many people going though these episodes and he had observed how people dealt with situations like this one. he still was worried about you, but he couldn’t let himself be distracted by uncertainty and concern when there was the risk that you could have accidentally hurt him or even yourself.

“i’m by your side in this moment, [name], and there’s no one else here with us. you’re completely safe” he slowly said, his calm voice was echoing in the room.

your sweat was becoming more visible while you still kept moving, however it was without the same energy as before.

your partner took a deep breath. “you’re going to be fine, [name], trust my words. nothing can hurt you now — danger isn’t coming your way. you can rest”.

he carefully watched how you returned to lay down on the mattress, closing your eyes again and sleeping in a serene way.

after waiting for a few minutes to make sure you weren’t going to shift position, he followed your example and rested in silence.

zhongli would have confronted you about it the next morning, asking if you were aware of it and if it had something to do with stress or another condition.

but, before that moment, he would have been there with you as long as you needed it.

KAEYA

as the cavalry captain of the knights of favonius, kaeya had to be always hyper vigilant of his surroundings: there was the possibility to be caught off guard at all times, either by enemies of different nature or passerby who desired to tell him something. he had become rather perceptive thanks to many factors — and it was handy when it came to missions or other troubles.

however he did not expect to feel you vigorously kick his leg while he was sleeping.

his eyes widened and he sat down quickly, blocking your arm — which was about to punch his stomach — right in time. he softly sighed, wondering what was occurring but, unfortunately for him, his action only worsened the current situation as you began to be slightly more aggressive.

before letting go of your wrist kaeya mentally noted your racing pulse and then he distanced himself from you, even though it was quite difficult to do so without leaving the bed. “[name], i’m here with you. what’s the matter?”.

‘have they had a nightmare?’, your boyfriend asked to himself, pondering what he should have done to help you feel better.

the answer didn’t wait to be known: you were having difficulty with breathing and generally you appeared… frightened. although the only light source was the street lamp not too far from the window of the bedroom, it wasn’t a problem for him to see and sense your agitation.

after briefly analyzing your movements, it didn’t take him long to understand that you weren’t awake.

kaeya was way too familiar with those episodes: they could happen for various reasons — from anxiety to sleep deprivation, from fever to other conditions; they were a common occurrence during his childhood and they still remained in his adulthood. although now they happened rarely (in his case), he had gotten used to them year after year.

“we’re in this together, love” he softly spoke, enunciating every word in a calm tone. “you’re not alone; i’m right here by your side, you aren’t fighting an enemy”.

your body gradually relaxed and you seemed to breathe comfortably again. so, he slowly lay down on the bed next to you, observing your body from time to time to undestand if you were going to do anything abruptly or not.

“you’re doing fine, [name]. you can stay here, nobody is going to harm you. what do you say if we sleep, mh? it sounds like a pretty good idea to me”.

kaeya smiled to himself as you mumbled something in your sleep and completely calmed down.

“i care very deeply about you. you can be certain of it”.

DILUC

the owner of dawn winery faintly sighed as he entered his mansion; he felt quite worn out from the long evening since he had relentlessly fought several monsters, which had ventured too near mondstadt, as he did also on the previous days. it was his duty, an obligation he had imposed on himself: protection was needed at all times when peril was everywhere, particularly around the most vulnerable hours of the night. otherwise, what would have happened if there weren’t someone who watched over the city of the wind even in those moments?

cold water hit his pale skin as diluc took a shower to relieve the pain of his aching body. exhaustion persisted for some time, but eventually it let him go and he felt more comfortable.

he had just put his nightclothes on when he felt the crack of something break. was someone trying to steal from his house? did you leave the window open and a gust of wind had made something fall from the nightstand? there were many possibilities and a wave of panic suddenly overwhelmed him, clouding his judgement.

fortunately, since the room he was in was fairly close to your shared bedroom, it didn’t take him long to rush over and see what was taking place.

a lamp had been shattered on the floor, it was broken in small pieces of glass; your arm was still and bent over where once the nightlight stood and your hand continuously punched the air; you seemed troubled by something, but your eyes were devoid of any emotion, making it difficult to discern your state of mind.

did you suddenly wake up because he made too much noise by coming back to the mansion?

diluc proceeded to get near your figure, slowly collecting the broken glass with one of his handkerchief: it was already quite late and, given the circumstances, he decided not to call his servants. “my love, it’s me. i didn’t mean to disturb your sleep, i’ll be more careful in the future; however, i’d like to know if you’re hurt by any chance” he gently questioned, scanning over your body to see any signs of injuries.

you were unresponsive, staring aimlessly at the bedspread. nevertheless, you were breathing heavily; it indicated that your body was having a hard time to get oxygen, as if you were stressed about something but also… tired.

he put the broken lamp away, his exceptional stealth helped him not to make a sound. “do you hear me, dear?” he asked, without expecting an answer now that he had a general idea of the situation.

he sat down on his side of the bed, looking at you: your body had stopped moving, but you still seemed upset by something.

“there’s nothing to be afraid of here — i’ve returned home. you’re unscathed and so am i; we can slumber now”.

it took a while to make you sleep, but in the end your body gave in and you tranquilly resumed your rest.

diluc did the same soon enough, delicately hugging your figure and resting his face near yours.

“we’re completely safe”.

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laurafaye13 · 1 year ago

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Respectfully, this chapter makes me want to just crawl in the corner and sob like mc 😭

CHAPTER THIRTEEN || CLOSURE

SYPNOSIS (of chapter). in which you thought you were getting better.

SYPNOSIS (of series). breaking up with your first love was heartbreaking, but not as heartbreaking as getting invited to his wedding after years of not seeing him. that is, until things seem to be easier when you encounter a certain guest, who could end up being more than just a blooming friend to you.

CHARACTERS. kamisato ayato, diluc ragnvindr, and thoma (w/ gn!reader)

CONTENT. fluff/angst/no-comfort, swearing (dropped the f-bomb 3 times), mentions of violence (almost getting hit/slapped), sh1nsuke 🤢🤢🤢, mentions of yelling, mentions of threats, mentions of jeanluc, reader is an emotional person

PENPALS. @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @kazu-topia @chiruru @aqualesha @renamichii @mrkamisato @shenhesl0ver @serami00 @serenareiss @hiqhkey @emperatris-rinaka @bystander36 @irisxiel @ladycoleigh @034ven @dear-dairiess @owozi8 @hadesaedes @chiro-chiro-kun @hersscherofyatta @mariusvonhangme @yuzuricebun @hoshikistarlette @solaaresque @crowbird @lordbugs @flowersforayato @headintheclouddd @estelwrld @giyusimpsassemble @irethepotatosblog @moonlightaangel @alice0blog @shotosbrainrot @sniffoat @chihawari @mxsomn @kuni-kuzushii @jiminscarmex @mitsukii14 @nejibot @ylimeprive @sachispet @loreleis-world @sn-owo @starforecasts @someonetookmynamelmao @ceylestia @lychme @ymikkos @reallysporadicarcade @elychee @astrxlis @denkineptune @franini @sophisticatedleslie @thedivinepriestress @smashsubs @httpmitsuya @bl6o6dy @cottonkendi (visit this post if you’d like to be tagged!)

WORD COUNT. 6.4k words

LINKS. EVERMORE MASTERLIST \ MAIN MASTERLIST \ EVERMORE SURVEY

POST-SCRIPT. AAAAA after 3-4 weeks, i finally updated !! super sorry for the delay, ill try and see if i can publish the next one next week during school (no promises tho) 🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️

PREVIOUS || NEXT || VERSADIES’S VERSION (PROCEED THIS LINK FOR FLUFF LOVERS)

The next day after all has happened, Zhongli noticed how you seem to be… happier.

You really weren’t lying when you told him last night that you and Diluc have been getting along pretty well, because you surely never seem to take your eyes off of your phone as you type out responses to your newly found friend the whole time in the hotel room.

By the time you take your eyes off your phone is when you came out of the hotel room to do your activities for the day, such as eating breakfast, taking a stroll around the garden once more, visiting the convenience store once again, hanging out with a friend of yours by Good Hunter, and so on.

The thing is, all of these had one thing in common.

Besides a certain experience, you kept seeing a certain red-haired man to the point where it’s no longer a coincidence. Do you two just really have the same schedule or something?

As you lined up for the buffet with your plate in hand, you were tempted to grab your phone and check if you received any message from a certain man, still smiling from enjoying your last conversation with him on the phone.

It wasn’t until you hear someone clearing his throat behind you when you turn around from recognizing it, causing your eyes to brighten at the sight of the familiar man you’ve been talking to for the past hour earlier.

“Diluc!” You greeted happily.

“( Name ).” He greeted, also pleasantly surprised.

“I thought you were out for work already! Didn’t you mention you often go to Angel’s Share early?” You ask curiously.

He nodded in response. “I do. Just not today it seems, I have something important to do today.”

The two of you started picking your foods by the time the food is now displayed in front of you after taking a step forward, choosing what you want to eat for breakfast all the while chatting with Diluc – a major difference a few days ago when you and the man were suffering from the awkward silence between you two.

Turns out, Diluc supposedly had a plus one, but the person wasn’t able to make it due to not having time, hence how he finds himself being alone. Today, however, is the day when the plus one visits the hotel just to greet the wedding couple and wish them well, who will be leaving tomorrow for their honeymoon.

You’re curious to know who his plus one is, but you wouldn’t be surprised if it’s someone as important and highly regarded as him.

Once you two finished picking your meal at the same time, you started heading towards where Zhongli is, who’s waiting for you to come at last. You paid no mind how Diluc is following you, perhaps he’s heading towards his table as well that’s in the same direction as yours.

“You could sit with me and Zhongli if you want. You two seem to know each other back then before we visited your establishment.” You offered with a smile, carefully holding your plate in fear of dropping it.

He shakes his head. “Oh I’ll be alright. Mr. Zhongli has visited Mondstadt back then a few times and would come by for a nice tea and brunch. Though, he tends to have his chatty friend with him whenever he does.”

You can’t help but grin when he mentioned the chatty friend. “You mean Venti?”

Diluc nodded. “Yes. He usually comes around to drink a lot of alcohol. It’s a miracle he didn’t get any sickness from drinking so much.”

You visibly imagine Venti drinking lots of alcohol, causing you to laugh at the thought. “Well I’m not surprised to hear that. He seems the kind to do that.”

Before you knew it, you’re finally at your table, causing you to stop your tracks instantly and bid Diluc goodbye before sitting on your seat. If it weren’t for you noticing Zhongli waving at you as well as Diluc slowing down his walk, you would’ve not noticed the fact that you almost walked past your table thanks to you being distracted with your conversation.

“Let’s talk again next time. Enjoy your meal, Diluc.” You said as you watched Diluc giving you an acknowledged nod before walking away to where his table is.

By the time Diluc is long far away, Zhongli decides to speak up after taking a sip of his tea. “You know, I was starting to think you were too busy being indecisive on your food, but I suppose I was wrong.” He said with amusement.

You chuckled, picking up your eating utensils. “Consider yourself lucky that I wasn’t in the mood to eat seafood, lest I decide to tease you with it.”

You feel satisfied seeing the cringe look on his face, grinning to yourself as you take a bite of your food.

–

After eating breakfast, you and Zhongli went back to your hotel room and got ready for your first activity. While your friend is getting ready to go somewhere, you decided to go visit the convenience store to buy some snacks.

You wanted to try something new this time, so you decided to choose snacks that are from Mondstadt instead of Liyue or Inazuma. Of course, you wouldn’t forget the ones Zhongli wanted, particularly another certain drink.

“It’s a non-alcoholic drink called Fruits of the Festival.” He says as he zips his bag that contains the things he needed. “Venti recommended that we drink some now that there are a lot of them in stock for the celebration of the upcoming Weinlesefest festival.”

With that in mind, perhaps you should’ve taken into consideration that the drink would possibly be out of stock soon , because by the time you encounter the aisle that supposedly contains the Fruits of the Festival, there was only one bottle left.

Just as you’re about to take the bottle, you didn’t notice how someone else was reaching out to it as well, causing your hand to touch his.

Surprised, you look at the person who’s getting the same item as you, only to be even more surprised when you realize who it is.

“...Diluc?”

“( Name )?”

You can’t help but let out a laugh, not believing that you saw your friend again coincidentally. “Oh wow, I didn’t expect to see you here! Are you trying to get this one?” You asked, gesturing to the drink you’re still touching.

He hums in agreement. “Don’t worry, I could always get the other one.” He said, about to let go until you immediately let go of it.

“Ah no, no, no! It’s better if you take this one since it’s the last one. Consider it a payment for letting me have the grape juice last time.” You said with a laugh, gesturing to the man to take the drink.

He shakes his head, letting go of the drink. “It’s fine, you can take it. I wouldn’t want you to miss out tasting something such as the Fruits of the Festival.”

You refuse to get the drink. “Oh come on, it’s better if you’re the one who’ll get this.”

“No, no. It’s fine.”

“Just get it, Diluc.”

“I prefer you getting it.”

“No you–”

Suddenly, someone else takes the drink in front of the two of you, causing you to flinch in surprise.

“Brother Albedo! Is this blue drink the one you’re talking about?” A little girl with a red dress says before running towards where her brother is with the drink in hand, leaving you and Diluc stunned.

“...”

You can’t help but laugh. “Oh man, this reminds me of what happened back then.” You said, remembering the way you and Diluc fell into the same situation and kept insisting on who’s taking the drink.

His lips twitch upward. “Likewise. We really have come a long way after that.”

You nodded in agreement with a smile. “We have. Though it’s really a shame none of us got the drink. I’m sure they’ll restock soon.”

“We can visit tomorrow if you’d like.” Diluc offers. “I’m sure my plus one will be asking to go visit the store to buy some together, you can join us.”

You shake your head. “Ah, no need! I wouldn’t want to bother you catching up with whoever your plus one is. I’m sure I’ll eventually be able to try it when I hang out with my friend later.”

He nods in understanding. “Very well then. I hope you’ll enjoy the drink. If you somehow weren’t able to drink it, you could always visit Angel’s Share. It’ll be available today or tomorrow.”

Your eyes brighten, remembering the delightful establishment. Now that you think about it, you do miss their drinks there – so it wouldn’t exactly hurt to go there before you and Zhongli leave to the airport. “Alright, I’ll keep that in mind. Thanks again, Diluc.”

“See you next time, ( Name ).”

Then you two parted ways, unaware that next time is very much later.

–

After coming back to the hotel from the convenience store, you were itching to go visit the garden after passing by the entrance. Perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to wait there for your friend instead of here when it’s time for you two to hang out.

Which is what led you to immediately get ready for your hangout once you finished unpacking the things you bought from the store.

“How do I look?” You ask Zhongli as you come out from the bathroom, now fully dressed for your brunch. “Do I look alright?”

You watched as your friend looked away from his book, looking at your outfit carefully before nodding in confirmation with a smile. “Yes, you look great.”

You sigh in relief, grabbing your bag from your bed to start packing up your things. “That’s good. What will you be doing while I’m gone?”

Zhongli shrugs in response. “I don’t have any plans for today, but a walk around the garden would be nice later.”

“Alright. I’ll be back in a while.” You said, checking your phone for any messages (from a certain man) before putting it inside your bag.

“Have fun, ( Name ). Don’t forget to tell Diluc I said hi.” He said with a chuckle, remembering what you told him about the wine tycoon today.

Your mouth opens agape. “Wow– Alright, whatever. Have fun too, Zhongli.”

As you zip your bag closed after getting all the things you need, you immediately head towards the door. Maybe I should try taking pictures of some of the scenery, You thought to yourself.

Fortunately the trip to the garden didn’t take long, and by the time you entered the hotel’s beautiful garden, you delightfully inhaled the fresh air. Thank Celestia it’s a good day today, you thought, looking around your surroundings.

As you walk around the area trying to find a place to sit on, you bring out your phone to take a few pictures. You were so fascinated with how each flower looked amazing in the pictures you took – with the lightning and atmosphere bringing ethereal energy to your pictures.

While admiring the pictures you took, you didn’t notice a person walking towards the same direction as you, causing you to accidentally bump into them.

“Ah, so sorry!” You said with a yelp, maintaining your balance. “I didn’t mean to bump into you–” Your eyes widens when you realize who you bump into.

“The apologies are all mine, I should’ve watched where I was goin–” The red-haired man’s words slowly trail off when he hears your voice, now realizing who’s in front of him.

“..Diluc?”

“( Name )?”

You let out a laugh once more. “Oh wow, I can’t believe this! I’m starting to think this isn’t a coincidence now – since when have you started visiting the garden?”

“Just now. I wanted to see what it looks like during the daytime. What brings you here as well?”

“Ah, I wanted to take a stroll around the garden while waiting for my friend to come and pick me up so we can go have brunch. This place is really beautiful, isn’t it?” You replied, keeping your phone aside.

He hums in agreement. “It is.”

You then thought of something. “Wanna walk around the place together while I’m waiting for my friend?” You asked.

“I don’t mind.” He said with a nod.

And so, you two continued where you left off from last night in the garden, talking about Weinlesefest as you wait for your friend to come.

Throughout the stroll, Diluc explained to you all the things you needed to know about the upcoming festival. Apparently, the Weinlesefest festival is more about making new wine as they invite their Archon to drink with everyone. So it makes sense that someone like Diluc, whose entire business and establishment is famous for the amazing wine, is currently thinking of something that could make good wine.

He also explained about what you could do if you participate in the festival, particularly visit Springvale and explore around the place since it’s where the festival will be held. Ah, just hearing all the things you could do and eat made you want to consider extending your stay, but alas, you think one week in one of your favorite regions is enough for you. Besides, even if you decide to extend your stay, only Celestia knows what would happen to you once you’re back to work.

While you converse with your friend, you couldn’t help but notice the way he looks as though there’s something in his mind. You didn’t find the guts to ask him though, thinking you’re meddling into his business if you do so. Still, you’re a bit concerned that something bad happened and you want to at least help – it’s the least you can do for everything he did for you.

Before you could bring up and ask what’s on his mind, you hear someone calling out your name.

“ ( Name )! Over here!” Your eyes light up when you hear the familiar voice of your friend, causing you and Diluc to turn around and look at the person who’s calling you.

“Thoma, there you are!” You greeted, walking towards the blonde-haired man who’s also walking towards you. “And here I thought you weren’t gonna show up any time soon, what took you so long?”

Thoma spreads his arms wide as you give him a hug. “Aw man, I’m sorry for being late! I was busy helping Ayato out with preparing for his next trip, I didn’t notice that I was about to be late.” He explains. The two of you quickly separate each other from your hug.

He looks at where Diluc is, causing him to stand up straight and offer the tycoon his hand. “Hello! You must be the infamous Diluc Ragnvindr. A pleasure to meet you!” He says with a smile.

Diluc didn’t hesitate to shake Thoma’s hand, giving him an acknowledged nod. “Likewise. I would like to congratulate you for your efforts in this wedding, it’s truly amazing.”

The blonde-haired man lets out a bashful laugh. “Oh you’re too kind, Mr. Ragnvindr! I hope I wasn’t bothering you two, did I?”

You hesitantly look at Diluc, who remains the same expression as always, before looking back at your friend with a smile. “Ah not really. We were just talking about the Weinlesefest festival until we heard you.”

“That’s good to hear. I’m a bit disappointed that I won't be able to experience the festival though.” Thoma lets out a sigh. “Oh well, there’s nothing we can do about it. Mind if I take ( Name ) away, Mr. Ragnvindr?”

Diluc nodded in response. “Of course since that’s what they’re here for. I’ll see you next time once again, ( Name ).”

You gave the red-haired man a grateful smile. “See you next time, Diluc. It was fun talking to you!”

–

The purpose of your brunch with Thoma is simple. Catch up with one another, talk about the things you’ve missed in Inazuma while you talk about the things he missed in your trip.

So why, why do you feel so bothered?

Despite being able to listen to your dear friend and keep up with your conversation, your mind lingers on Diluc. You’re still worried about how he seems to be out of it back in the garden – is it perhaps because of how he needs to think of a new wine?

“You know, I’m glad you and Ayato had spoken to one another about what happened back then.” Thoma confesses, causing you to be taken back by surprise. “I hope you won’t be offended with what I have to say but.. You look happier than before.”

You raise your eyebrows from his words. Happier?

“I… I didn’t notice that.” You replied, letting out a small laugh. “Am I really that happy because of how me and Ayato have resolved?”

Thoma lets out a small laugh as well. “Well, that’s just my guess. Did something else happen that made you happier than that?” He asks.

You took a second to think about it. It’s true that ever since you and Ayato have made up, everything's been going a bit well for you, but then again, it’s sort of weird how you’re a lot happier about it than normal.

Is it… really just because of that?

Seeing how you hesitated, Thoma’s eyes slightly widened in surprise. “Wait, did something actually happen?”

You look away from Thoma, a bit flustered. “I-I really don’t know either!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Then… It’s not about someone, is it?”

You begin to scratch the back of your head. “Well… I did become friends with Diluc…? That’s the only thing that happened besides me and Ayato talking each other out about what happened.” You said, looking at your friend while you fiddled with your fingers. “He’s fun to talk to, I’ll admit. I had a lot of fun for the past few days thanks to him.”

The blonde haired man nods in agreement. “I can tell. Every time I look at you during the bachelor and reception, you look like you’re having fun talking to him,” He then lets out a laugh. “It honestly reminded me of back then when you and Ayato were still pining for each other.”

You look at him in confusion, still smiling. “Huh? What do you mean?”

“Well for starters, it’s the way you’re looking and talking to him. You always pay attention to him and everything he says that you don’t focus on eating your food or your surroundings much — I was able to see you while I was hosting the bachelor party.” He explains. “...Of course, I’m sure you don’t see Mr. Ragnvindr that way though, right?”

You slowly glance down at your food, processing his words carefully.

…Huh.

You didn’t notice how Thoma’s face slightly fell from how you didn’t answer his question. “...You don’t see him that way, right?” He repeats.

You want to answer yes, but something is holding you back. You don’t understand, you don’t really see Diluc that way right? You two are just friends – and yes, there were some moments between you two whereas your new friend made you feel… things – but that’s normal, right?

This feeling… Isn’t surely the same as what you felt towards Ayato back then, is it?

Then again… When was the last time you had fallen in love?

You wipe your now sweaty palms on your lap, starting to feel a bit conflicted from your thoughts and feelings. Even if you are in love with him, how could you even deal with it? How can you even face him knowing your feelings? What if you end up being heartbroken?

But if you aren’t in love with him, why does that make you feel.. Unsatisfied?

You can’t help but think about him, and you realize you’ve always been thinking about him for the past few days. He makes you happy obviously, there’s never a dull moment with him besides when you two first interacted with one another, and he’s understanding and gentle. The gentle look he gives you as he respectfully treats you well makes you feel… something.

He also treats you equally and always manage to get along with you despite your differences to one another. Not to mention how you always smile whenever you think of him, something that Zhongli had pointed out one time — and how you couldn’t help but always get excited at the thought of what’s to come for you and Diluc the next day—

Oh.

Meanwhile, Thoma tries to think of a way to change topics. “It’s alright if you’re unsure, ( Name ).”

“No, no, it’s fine.” You quickly reassured your friend. “I just.. Didn’t realize it until you pointed it out.”

“So.. you do love him, do you?”

You stayed silent for a few seconds, unsure how to break it to him. “...He makes me feel things no one has made me feel for a long time.”

“…Does he make you happy?”

You nodded in response. “He makes me the happiest I can be.” He made me realize there’s always a chance, a chance to love. You thought.

Thoma hums in understanding. “I see. Then I hope you get something good from rhat.”

You smile gratefully. “Thank you. Though, I feel bad our conversation went this way, we were just laughing a few minutes ago.”

He quickly lets out a small laugh. “Oh it’s no problem. At least you found something you didn’t know, right?”

You nodded. “Yeah, thanks again, Thoma.”

“Anything for you, ( Name ).”

You decided to try and change the topic, clearing your throat. “Uh, anyways, wanna share Good Hunter’s newest dessert together?”

Thoma nods with a smile. “Fine, but you better not finish everything in one go.”

“Hey!”

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It took perhaps another hour before you and Thoma decided to get the bill and get out of the restaurant. Unfortunately, your friend won’t be able to join you in going back inside Goth Grand Hotel once he drops you off, telling you how he has some things to do for Ayato and Chisato before they go off to their honeymoon destination.

As you enter the hotel lobby, you can’t help but think back about what happened during your brunch with Thoma. What will happen between you and Diluc now? Will you still act the same as before, aware that your feelings for him are possibly more than platonic?

While thinking, you didn’t notice someone behind you heading towards you until you felt them harshly gripping onto one of your shoulders.

You turn around, wondering who on Earth would be so rude to do such a thing, only for your eyes to widen when you realize who it is.

“Good afternoon, Mx. ( Last Name ).” Shinsuke greeted you with a smile that’s obviously fake. “I apologize for bothering you on this fine day,” A lie, “but I must request you to come with me somewhere more private.”

You hesitated for a moment, knowing the risk if you said yes. But even so, who’s to say what could happen if you turn down his request?

You look around the area, trying to look for someone who can notice your troubled situation and help you, only to unfortunately find no one around. If only you could’ve convinced Thoma to escort you back to your hotel room…

“...I suppose I could spare some time for a chat.” You said, trying to act calm.

You suddenly feel an eerie presence looming behind you, causing you to glance at your back and see a few bodyguards standing behind you – as if to prevent you from running away. Unlike the ones who were stationed for the wedding events, these particular guards were foreign, with strange but somewhat familiar symbols on their brooches. You could tell they’re not like the bodyguards you’ve seen.

“Perfect.” Shinsuke comments, and you start to regret accepting his offer. “Come with me.”

Without letting you reply at all, the man turns and starts walking, causing the bodyguards behind you to shove you in order for you to follow, leaving you no choice but to oblige.

On your way, you hoped that you would at least encounter one of your friends, frantically glancing around the hotel lobby looking for a familiar face. Unfortunately, you finally arrived at what you assume is a private room.

You’re going to be alone with Shinsuke and these scary bodyguards.

“Before we can go in, I have one more thing to request of you.” Shinsuke spoke up before he could open the door. “Take your bag away and give it to one of the guards.”

Your eyes widens, hesitantly looking at the bodyguards behind you, who all remain unfazed and emotionless. Slowly, you take out your bag from your body and pass it to one of the guards.

“Don’t worry, they won’t open your bag and look through your things if that’s what you’re worried about. We just need to make sure you won't try to... record anything and break our privacy.” Shinsuke said in a nice tone, as if that’s enough to reassure you in this situation. “Let’s go inside now.”

You feel fear crawling up on your spine as you enter the room, unsure of what’s going to happen to you.

The room is a conference room, with multiple chairs surrounding one long table as one of them is situated by the end of it; you assume that chair is where he’ll be seated.

“Go sit down here.” He says, pulling back a seat that’s right in the middle. “We have a few things to talk about, it won’t be long, don’t worry.”

Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you carefully went to where the seat is, trying to contain your frantic breathing in order to hide your fear. The bodyguards that were following you both are situated outside.

By the time you sit down is when Shinsuke starts talking, not sitting down on a chair. “Now that we’re in a more private area, let’s start talking, shall we?”

You nodded slowly. “..Is there a problem, Mr. Hiiragi?” You ask carefully.

He laughs, starting to walk slowly around you. “Straight to the point, I like that.” He comments. “Yes, there is a problem, Mx. ( Last Name ). I'm sure you remember our conversation yesterday.”

Your breath hitches; he proceeds to explain more. “You see, this wedding is a very precious event to the Hiiragi Clan. Everyone thinks the lovely couple is perfect like straight out of a fairytale, so I like to keep it that way.” You watch as he brushes one of the chairs as he walks by. Did he find out about you and Ayato?

“So when someone reported to me that they caught sight of you walking back inside the bachelor party venue together with the bride – who didn’t bother hiding the fact that she was crying – I have to make sure all’s well.” He adds.

His eyes then narrow. “I hope you understand where I’m coming from, and I fear that you might take the opportunity to taint the Hiiragi name and accuse that Chisato is unhappily married to Kamisato Ayato.”

You shook your head frantically. “N-No, I wouldn’t dare to do such a thing to my friends.”

“How should I know if you’re telling the truth? And before I knew it, the media would talk about how Chisato had unwillingly married the CEO of the Yashiro Company because of you and your schemes!”

“I am telling the truth, Mr. Hiiragi! I wish nothing but happiness for the couple.”

“As if that’s enough to do so.” He lets out a “tsk”, glaring down at you. “I have no choice but to get rid of you. Who knows when you will eventually risk tearing down my reputation!”

You gasp aloud, immediately standing up from your seat. “Get rid of me?! But Mr. Hiiragi, that’s too much! I haven’t done anything ever since the bachelor party happened–”

“You dare to raise your voice on me!? Did you forget your place, or shall I remind you?!” He exclaims. You panic when he suddenly storms towards you, his hand slowly raises up to hit you.

Suddenly, the door opens, causing the man to stop himself from hitting you and look at the intruder.

“Was I interrupting something?”

Your eyes brighten when you recognize the person’s voice, and you look at the intruder who’s standing by the doorway.

“O-Oh, Mr. Ragnvindr!” Shinsuke spoke, his tone is now nice and kind unlike a few seconds ago. “What a lovely surprise. I was just having a special meeting with Mx. ( Last Name ) regarding the wedding–”

“I’m here to talk about your pesky bodyguards who aren’t doing their job right” Diluc spoke, his voice dark and cold – a big comparison to his gentle tone when he talks to you. “I was just passing by when they suddenly confronted me and dared to lay a hand on me for no reason.”

You saw the way Shinsuke’s eyes widened, his eyebrows furrowing. “What?! How unprofessional of them! Where are they now?”

Diluc opens the door wide. “Feel free to go check on them. I had to defend myself since they tried to fight me. Had this happened to someone else, I fear an innocent person would get hurt by their recklessness.” He scolded Shinsuke, who hesitated from his offer to check on the bodyguards.

The elder man glances at you, causing you to freeze up from his glare. “This isn’t over yet.” He mouths before looking back at the red-haired man. “I apologize sincerely on behalf of my bodyguards. I’ll make sure it won’t happen ever again.”

“Good. Now leave.”

Begrudgingly, Shinsuke heads out from the conference room. By the time the CEO is out of your sight, Diluc looks in your direction.

You feel your shoulders starting to relax. “Diluc.”

His eyes softened. “( Name ).” He then gestures to you to come with him. “Come with me. Let’s get you out of here.”

When you come out of the conference room with Diluc being by your side, you’re surprised to see the sight of Shinsuke standing over the bodyguards on the ground, some groaning out in pain while some were out cold. Just what did Diluc do to them?

You dare not to question it, you’re just grateful that he saved you from Shinsuke.

As soon as you two are somewhere where most people don’t come to in the lobby, you let out a breath you didn’t know you’re holding.

“Are you alright?” Diluc asks worryingly, giving you your bag you didn’t know he was holding. “What happened back there?”

You slowly grab your bag from him, avoiding his gaze. “I… I don’t know.. He just took me to that room and threatened me for something that happened in the bachelor party. I wouldn’t dare to do that to my friends.” You clench your teeth at the audacity the cruel CEO has. “I’m just grateful you were able to come by before something happened. How did you know I was there?”

“I saw one of the guards holding your bag.” He answers honestly. “I recognized it was the one you were carrying when we were taking a stroll around the garden, so I had to investigate. Did they hurt you?”

You shook your head. “Mr. Hiiragi was about to, but you made it in time before he could hurt me.”

Diluc’s eyes slightly widened, before quickly narrowing his eyes at the thought that someone would dare to hurt you. “How dare he.. I knew he wasn’t good news.”

“It’s fine… None of us could’ve predicted he would do something like this.” You mumbled. It was technically a lie, you knew someone like Shinsuke would do this, but you didn’t want your friend to be worried and angry. “Thank you for your help, Diluc. I owe you a lot.”

“Anything for you.” He replied. He suddenly puts a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, causing your heart to start beating fast while your cheeks begin to warm up from his words and gestures. “You don’t owe me anything. Just… be more careful, I don’t want you to get hurt by someone as cruel and despicable as him.”

You nodded slowly, your mouth twitching upwards. “I’ll try.”

“Were you heading towards your room?” He asks, and you hum softly in response. “I could escort you back there if you’d like. Just in case Mr. Hiiragi dares to come to you again.”

You shook your head. “Oh I don’t want to bother you. I think I can go back on my own.”

“I insist. It would hurt me if something bad happens to you again when I could’ve helped you.” He insists. “Come.”

“...Thank you again, Diluc.” You spoke softly before the two of you started heading towards the elevator area that’s across the hotel lobby from where you are.

The two of you didn’t say a word to one another while you’re walking, but you didn’t mind. You were still shaken up by what happened. Who knows when Shinsuke will try to bother you again? What if he comes to Liyue and ruins your life?

“Will you be alright, ( Name )?” He suddenly asks, causing your worrisome thoughts to fade away from his voice.

Before you could say anything, someone suddenly called Diluc’s name.

“Diluc?”

You look around the area to look for the person who was calling your friend, spotting a woman standing not too far away from where you and Diluc are with her eyes brightening.

“There you are! I was looking around for you.” She spoke, walking towards you two with a smile on her face. “Did you just get out of the hotel room?”

You can’t help but admire the woman who’s now standing in front of you two. She’s quite beautiful, you admit. Is she perhaps a friend of Diluc? Or an acquaintance of his in the business world?

Or… Is she his plus one?

Diluc shakes his head. “No, I just happened to come across a friend of mine and got distracted. Did you wait for too long?”

The woman shakes her head as well, smiling reassuringly. “Ah no, don’t worry. I just entered the hotel.” She then looks at you. “Hello, what’s your name?” She asks you politely, causing your eyes to widen a bit in surprise.

“Oh uhm.. My name is ( Name ) ( Last Name ). It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ms…?”

“You can call me Jean. Thank you for keeping Diluc company while I was gone. I feel bad that I wasn’t able to attend the wedding.” Jean said.

Ah, so she is his plus one.

You try to ignore a strange feeling bubbling in your chest. “It’s no problem, I’m glad I’m friends with someone like Diluc. I had a lot of fun and learned a lot more about Mondstadt thanks to him.”

Jean giggles, a tune that’s so sweet in your ears. “I’m glad my fiancé made a friend. I hope I’ll get to know you more, ( Name ).”

You felt like your heart dropped when you heard what Jean called Diluc, your face almost fell.

…

Fiancé?

“...O-Oh, you guys are engaged?” You asked, stunned from your realization.

Jean instantly covers her mouth. “Oh, my bad.”

“It’s alright, Jean.” Diluc reassures her, you saw the way he looks at her. It’s different than the way he looks at you. “I was meaning to invite them to the wedding before they leave for Liyue.”

Jean sighs in relief, then looks at you with an apologetic smile. “I apologize for the shock. But yes, me and Diluc are set to be married in December. We haven’t announced our engagement to the public yet so we’d appreciate it if you could keep it a secret until it’s announced. I’ll make sure to give you an invitation tomorrow if that’s fine with you!”

You felt sick, swallowing the sour taste of heartbreak in your throat. “Of course! I’m honored I’m invited to your wedding. Congratulations on your engagement.”

You’re too caught up with the sudden news that you didn’t notice the way Diluc looks at you in concern.

Jean didn’t notice either, still smiling happily. “Great, I hope we’ll talk again next time. I’m afraid Diluc and I have to go now to meet Mr. and Mrs. Kamisato before they leave. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay in Mondstadt until you leave! Shall we, Diluc?”

The red-haired man hesitantly looks at you, and you remembered how he was supposed to escort you. You feel selfish for wanting him to go with you, but you knew your place.

“Go.” You mouth to Diluc with a reassuringly small smile, despite your heart wanting him to stay. “I’ll see you two next time. It’s nice to meet you as well, Jean.”

“...See you next time, ( Name ).” Diluc spoke up before walking towards Jean.

Without another word, you turn away and walk back to where you’re supposed to be going. Away from Shinsuke, from your heartbreak,

And away from Diluc. Your first love for the first time in 4 years.

You tried your best to hold onto your facade that everything’s normal and okay as you’re on your way back to the hotel room rushedly, your heart racing and lips shaking from what just happened.

You aren’t sure if you were overwhelmed by what happened between you and Shinsuke, or from the unrequited love between you and Diluc.

You should’ve known he wouldn’t be single. You should’ve known he was taken by someone as beautiful and amazing as Jean. You should’ve remained oblivious to your feelings towards him,

You should’ve known he would never see you that way.

By the time you enter the room and close the door behind you, you knelt down on the ground and let out a sob, dropping your bag as you cover your face with your hands.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

Everything hurts. Everything is too much. You feel like you’re being burned inside as your heart aches deeply. You feel like you want to jump off a cliff and land in an ocean, never to be seen again. Why did you had to find out you’re in love when you found out your love is unrequited? Why is this happening to you? What did you do in your past life to deserve such cruelty?

You were so busy crying that you didn’t notice Zhongli walking towards you in concern. Words didn’t exchange between you two, but your friend knew what to do. He always comforts you whenever you cry about Ayato after drinking too much back then, reassuring you that you’ll eventually move on someday.

He kneels down beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder comfortingly. You didn’t hesitate to lean your head on his shoulder as a result, continuing to let out your wails and tears.

“I fell in love, but he… He belongs to another. Why does this always happen to me?” You sobbed.

Zhongli slowly pulls you closer to him. “I do not know.”

You let out another sob, closing your eyes shut. “It hurts.”

He closes his eyes as well, his heart aches at the sound of your cries. “I know.”

That day, you didn’t look at your phone anymore to see if he sent you a message. Spending the rest of your time engulfed in heartbreak as your dearest friend comforts you.

Just when you thought you were willing to fall in love, that chance was once again out of your reach.

It’s true he made you realize there’s always a chance, a chance to love.

Just not a chance to love him.

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Somewhere by the hotel’s parking lot, someone is going through the same thing as you.

Thoma leans against the steering wheel of his car, exhaling deeply as he closes his eyes.

He knew he’d never have the chance to win your heart, yet it still hurts to think that you’re now in love with someone else. Don’t get him wrong, he’s truly happy for you — especially knowing that you have never bothered trying to give love a chance again and never had a date with anyone since the break up.

He just wished it was him you had fallen in love with, even though it sounds as impossible as going to outer space in this life.

But nevertheless, it wasn’t the fact that his love for you stayed strong and you still see him as just a friend—

It was the fact that you’re in love with a man who’s out of your reach.

Thoma didn’t know what to think when he learned you love Diluc. He wanted to be happy for you — he knows the man has a good heart after hearing so many good things about him — but he knew you’re going to be heartbroken when you learned about his secret engagement with one of the most powerful and well-respected women in Mondstadt.

There’s nothing he can do about it. He can only hope you’d get through the same pain you felt back then.

Thoma lets out a sigh, leaning back up from the steering wheel.

Even if he cannot provide it, the blonde-haired man just wished that someday, you’d love someone who loves you too, with nothing that can stop you both,

Unlike the men you fell in love with.

DAN’S NOTES

(1) diluc isn’t leading reader on nor was he flirting with them. chapter 14 will explain his side as well as his feelings towards reader. (see my response to this ask here for more details)

(2) i understand if you’re willing to drop the series, but it’s better if you keep it to yourself if you intend to insult this series or me. if you’re planning to send ask about the problem of this chapter, make sure to read my responses regarding asks about this situation because i dont really want to repeat myself again.

(3) i apologize for the disappointment if you expected reader to end up with diluc as well as for not adding it in the warnings about jeanluc being mentioned — i made another version of this storyline where they do end up together, which is versadies’s version ( look at the links ) to make it up to you guys :>>

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lyvale · 2 months ago

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When Diluc kisses you, it burns.

It doesn’t hurt, necessarily- He’s just hot. Literally. He can’t help it; he wears some three layers daily (four if he’s in Red Dead), and he’s a Pyro weilder. It burns, but it’s simply because of the way he is. Still, his kisses are held out, long, leaving you breathless and red-faced at the end. (Whether from him or from lack of oxygen, you don’t know.)

It’s something… Different, the taste he leaves. Something rich, something easy. It’s never tiring; it’s actually quite nice. No matter what he ate or drank last, that same aftertaste always gets left on your mouth.

His hands usually side under your arms, his thumbs rubbing ginger circles on your ribs. It keeps him focused and helps calm him down. Plus, it’s easy to drag you closer, where his hands will lock at the small of your back to keep you in place.

When Diluc kisses you, it burns. But it never hurts — just warms.

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amostnobleyandere · 1 year ago

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Yandere! Diluc x Reader

Summary: Kidnapped Reader begins to feel touch starved after being trapped for so long and finally reciprocates Diluc’s need for physical affection. Cue a steamy make-out session.

MDNI.

Warning(s): YANDERE content (do not read if you are not comfortable), kidnapping, imprisonment, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, implied Stockholm syndrome, dubious consent (concerning touch), forced affection, forced kissing, steamy, !! heavily suggestive ending (smut implied)!!, slight hair pulling, slight isolation, forced marriage, they make out and both of them get somewhat turned on *gasp*

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“Just one kiss. Please, darling.”

“No-“

Your protests were silenced by Diluc pushing his plush lips onto yours. The kiss was soft, delicate, and loving, something filled with longing after not seeing you for hours. However, the romance of it all didn’t mean much to you when you had been backed into the corner of your shared canopy bed with no way to escape.

You tightly fisted your hands into the sheets as his lips pressed insistently against yours, a discarded book next lying open on the silken bedding. You had been entertaining yourself pretty well before Diluc, your husband, had gotten home from a long day of work and business, deciding that he wanted to relish in your company after being deprived of it for so many hours. Your husband was a working man, and unfortunately for you, he only became more desperate to hold you after being separated most days.

Diluc’s arms caged you in while his thigh pressed against yours, heat seeping through the thin fabric. His winter clothes had been switched out for lighter ones with the coming spring, and you could feel every tensing muscle in his body as it shifted against your shamefully thin loungewear. You could feel the twitching of his body, the stiff movements that came with him resisting the urge to run his hands all over you. He knew you didn’t like him touching you. He knew that he was pushing it by kissing you with such intensity.

Today though, today was different. You didn’t mind the way his lips were bruising yours with each practiced tilt of his head. An all too human part of you was so tired of resisting every day, and it craved the warmth that you felt in those moments after he was done kissing you; those moments when he brought his gloved hands up to caress your face as you avoided his painfully adoring expression.

Hesitantly, you brought your tense arm up to graze the hair near the back of his head, each movement feeling slow and forced. But god, you were so desperate for the thought of being touched, and could no longer keep up the act of repulsion to the little physical touch Diluc gave you; you were tired of being careful to avoid every brush of skin, every silent show of affection.

Diluc knew it made you uncomfortable, and for the first few months of your “stay” you would have rather gagged yourself before you ever kissed him willingly. But loneliness was a powerful thing, and besides the maids who would barely look you in the eye, he was the only one you could reach out and hold.

Your hand landed on the back of his ponytail and you did you best to ignore how quickly Diluc stiffened under the shift in weight. His lips froze against yours in shock, but you pushed your hand further into his hair before anxiety made you pull it back. Your fingers curled into his locks, slightly tugging at the base where a ribbon held it back, and the first thing you thought was how absolutely soft it was.

You heard Diluc shakily breathe in, his eyes wide as he stared at you in disbelief. His hands landed firmly on your hips in an awkward attempt to put them somewhere. You could feel his fingertips digging into your skin, hands tense as he felt the new sensation of your fingers running through his hair.

…Clearly your touch was not unwelcome.

Feeling emboldened, you went further. With one of your hands still nestled in his hair, you rested the other one on his chest. You curiously ran it up to his collar, distracted by the new feeling of the coarse clothing and the strong body that shuddered underneath your light touch. You felt his heart beat unimaginably fast against your palm, heat seeping into your skin already from the light contact.

You quickly glanced up at his eyes and immediately became aware of the intensity of the look he was giving you. His gaze roamed your face, going from your eyes to your lips, searching fervently for something in your expression. You had never been the one to initiate anything before, much less encourage his behavior. You had always been quite cold to your captor ever since he had swept you away and locked you up in his mansion, too paranoid and in love to keep you anywhere but under his watchful eye.

You suddenly felt very nervous. Diluc’s blood red eyes reminded you of a predator, following every slight movement you made with rapt attention.

A primal part of you was scared of breaking eye contact with the dangerous man in front of you and you felt your heartbeat quicken for the first time in a while; whether it was fear or excitement, it made a fire light in your body.

Slowly, you leaned into him, ghosting your lips against his as he sharply inhaled, muscles tensing underneath your fingers as you focused on the rhythmic thrum of his heart. You moved the hand over his heart to join the other nestled in his hair. You pressed your chests together, practically melting into him as the lonely place in your heart sighed in relief at the warmth surrounding you.

You were the closest to him you had ever been, and you were returning the affection he had showered you with since the day he took you away. In the moment, you were unaware as to what exactly was going through Diluc’s mind. This was a sign of you willingly accepting his love. A thing you had only ever seemed to acknowledge reluctantly. His self restraint snapped, and then his hands were everywhere.

What had gone from a sensual kiss of longing was now a passionate fight for breath, with every harsh press of his lips to yours ending and beginning again at a dizzying pace. His exhales met yours in quick, desperate pants, as he seemed only able to pull away for a second before attaching himself to you again.

You soon lost your balance from the onslaught and fell back onto the bed. Diluc paused for a brief moment before following you and carefully placing himself over you, putting his weight on one forearm and using his other hand to impatiently tug open his collar.

“Diluc?” You said, dazed by the sudden change in his behavior.

��Hot,” was the only thing he said, forgoing elaborating to instead nudge his face into the crook of your neck. You tensed as you felt his lips brush against the sensitive area, each exhale adding more heat to already damp skin.

You nearly screamed when you felt his lips settle onto your skin, his teeth latching onto your neck happily. He bit painful heat into your throat, marking each new spot he found with eagerness as he moved down your neck. He began pressing fleeting kisses up to your ear, which he then happily bit and abused. His tongue ran across the shell languidly, a teasing motion with a meaning more sensual behind it, and an unexpected bolt of electricity shot through you.

Diluc seemed to be caught between deciding to pin you underneath him or allowing your hands to be entwined in his hair. Eventually, he guided your hand up to where it had previously been, and you automatically pulled on the long strands just to ground yourself. He moaned at the feeling. You teased the ribbon away until it fell from his nape, watching bright red locks spill over the broad shoulders now caging you in.

Errant strands floated above you, teasing at your face and skin as Diluc ran his hands up and down the side of your waist. He panted in your ear and his hot breaths bounced against sensitive skin, making goosebumps rise along your arms.

You jumped as you felt his hand run to your thigh and squeeze, the firm grip making something light up in your stomach. You inhaled shakily, gasping as your realized that you were going to get what you wanted and more. Tonight was going to be a long night.

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v4mp1r1cs · 13 days ago

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⋆˙⟡ A sunday kind of love ♡

Summary: Random scenarios about mornings with some of the genshin men! (gn!reader) <3 Including: Diluc, Venti, Kazuha & Kaeya!

WC: just over 750 each

A/N: This is my first time posting writing in this format but I ended up thinking it wasn't too bad! Please lmk if there's anything I could improve on for next time :) Also can you tell I'm awful at dialogue lmao >.<

Diluc ♡

Sunlight streams through gaps in the curtains, the sky giving way to the golden glow of early dawn. Warm light trickles through window panes onto yours and your husbands sleeping figures, tangled together in a sea of silken sheets. Pearly clouds drift across the horizon, making way for the blazing sun to rear its head, marking the start of another day. The glare that peeks into your shared bedroom causes you to stir awake, drowsily blinking as you emerge from a hazy slumber.

A heavy weight rests across your waist as you register an arm wrapped around you, anchoring you down into the plush pillows of your bed. You’re tucked against Diluc’s chest, pressed flush against his warmth. You draw back slightly, taking a moment to study him in the soft gleam of early morning, his crimson hair undone, cascading down around his broad shoulders like waves. The flaming red contrasts his alabaster skin, each exposed inch littered with scars that vary in size and reason alike. He appears almost peaceful like this, vulnerable in a rare moment of calm. He’s so often burdened, the result of his overwhelming workload and his troubled past, however that makes the simplicities of times like this all the more comforting.

You press a chaste kiss to his jawline before attempting to slip from his embrace, resolving yourself to make the most of the morning by surprising him with coffee before he inevitably forces himself to get up and take on another torrent of paperwork. You move to untangle yourself from the infinite expanse of silk, carefully slipping from his embrace to avoid rousing him from his sleep just yet, however are swiftly halted by the presence of a hand upon your hip. Diluc loops his arm around you once more, gently coaxing you back into the alluring warmth of your bed.

“Going somewhere?” He murmurs, voice deep and gravelly from sleep. He barely opens his eyes to question your motivations for rising at such an hour, still half dazed from his abrupt awakening. Tempted by the heat radiating off his body, perhaps a result of his pyro vision? You relent to his hold, slotting your frame back into its previous position between his arms. You can feel him tracing his calloused fingertips against the smooth flesh of your thigh, the roughness of his hands evidence of the physical work he does, both as head of the dawn winery and the so called ‘darknight hero’, though you know how much he loathes such a name.

“Hm?” You hear him hum, returning your thoughts to the present.

“S’early ‘luc, I was letting you rest for at least a bit longer.” You mumble, turning your face up to meet his eyes before dropping a tender kiss to his cheek. He returns your gaze, corners of his mouth turning up into a hint of a smile at your actions.

“While I appreciate the gesture, I’d rather you stay here, I don’t recall any pressing matters waiting for us” He remarks, the ghost of a smirk solidifying on his face.

“You say that like I’d oppose you love.” You counter, taking his words as an invitation to sink deeper into his gentle embrace.

It was a rare opportunity to spend a morning like this, just you and Diluc in your own little bubble, if only for a few extra hours. You often found him gone by the time you arose, his undisputable sense of duty compelling him to attend to matters as soon as possible. Having the occasion to simply have him at home, where he belonged, was a reward in its own, often serving as a reminder to appreciate each moment spent together, to cherish every memory made.

Comforted by the tenderness of his touch, you lean up to place your lips against his. He hums in satisfaction, bringing the hand that wasn’t on your hip to cradle your cheek and deepening the kiss. His kisses are slow and you can feel the drowsiness of his actions through them, however you can still feel his affection in each movement of his lips against yours as you melt into his touch. He pulls away after a few long seconds, only slightly though, just enough for you both to breathe and feel the smile on his face.

You turn your face downwards, pressing several lingering kisses against the slope of his jaw, letting out a puff of laughter when you feel him shiver beneath your touch. He senses your amusement with his reaction, tilting your head up to claim your lips once more before rolling back to lie against the scattered array of pillows beneath him. You follow, laying your head atop his chest and resting a hand on his collarbone, tracing gentle patterns into the bare skin.

You begin to grow languid once more, barely sensing Diluc drop a kiss to the top of your before your eyes fall closed and you succumb to the throes of sleep once more.

Venti ♡

A gentle breeze drifts across the room, tussling Venti's hair and causing his eyes to gradually flutter open. As his eyes try to adjust in the morning light, he awakes to find the space beside him empty, the cream sheets drawn back as your figure has fled the alluring comfort of you and your husband's bed. He frowns at the lack of your presence, ruffled by the anomaly that was him waking up alone. In the year you’d been married, practically every day began the same, with you gently coaxing him awake by littering his face with featherlight kisses.

He cast a glance out of the ajar window, allowing him to see the sky painted with the vivid hues of dawn, golden sunlight barely peeking above the horizon. A groan escaped him, he didn’t want to have to leave the warm allure of sleep or his bed just yet but he would have preferred to spend one of his free mornings dozing with his wife instead. Resolving himself to drag his body downstairs, he languidly threw back the covers and slowly wandered out into the corridor.

You had risen early that morning, the glow of sunlight luring you out of your dreams. It was unusual for you or your husband to leave the bed before at least 9am, so waking before the sun had fully risen was almost unheard of. You’d decided to allow Venti another few hours rest, before you crept back in to gently shake him awake. You were pottering about the kitchen, setting a teapot onto the stove and tidying up, discarding empty bottles of dandelion wine that were scattered about the shared space from throughout the week, evidence of all the late nights spent filling the house with laughter and whispered secrets.

It was from these nighty confessions you’d come to know of Venti’s true identity, him having spilled the secret of his godhood while under the influence of several bottles of wine, amongst other things. You’d taken it as a drunken ramble at first, however, after relaying the moment to him the next morning, he’d simply laughed ; eventually leading to the truth of his existence coming to light. To say he’d been at least a little bit surprised by your reaction to the information would have been an understatement. To come across such an individual that would take such significant news in stride, not feeling the need to act reverent in his presence, being an opportunity he’d scarcely seen in his time.

The memory surfaces in your mind as you survey the wine bottles, causing a wistful smile to spread across your face. You twist the sapphire gemstone around your ring finger, admiring the way your wedding ring sparkles in the sunlight. The deep blue shimmers like the waters of the ocean, mysterious and uncharted.

“Ehe, thinking hard there windblume?” Arms sneak their way around your waist from behind as you feel a yawning Venti drop his head onto your shoulder. You start, not having heard him creep down the stairs during your extensive period of reminiscence. You soon relax into his embrace, sinking back into his hold as he drops lazy kisses down the back of your neck to the tops of your shoulders.

“Mm you scared me love,” You hum, tilting your head back to meet his eyes, “When did you get up? I was making us tea” , meeting your gaze, Venti gives you one of his frequent cheeky smiles before dropping a kiss to your forehead. You feel him graze his fingertips up your waist before settling them at your sides, holding you steadfast to him.

“I was awoken by the loneliness of being abandoned by my beloved,” he huffs, though he fails to hide the amusement seeping into his tone. You let out a puff of laughter at his reasoning, not surprised at his antics, even with the early hour his mischievous and teasing nature in full force.

He nuzzles back into your neck, allowing you to gauge the lingering tiredness in his motions. You soften at the realisation, turning in his arms to twirl the loose aquamarine tendrils of his hair between your fingers. Its fallen from its braids, mussed and unruly from sleep, making it difficult to run your hands through it before encountering a knot. You notice his ministrations begin to slow, each tender press of his lips against your collarbone becoming more spaced out as the minutes pass.

“Do you want to go back to bed?” You question, continuing to comb through his hair to no avail. He murmurs something unintelligible against your shoulder, not bothering to lift his head to answer your inquiry.

“Ventii~” you drawl, urging him to vocalise his wishes. He’s barely holding himself upright now, weight pressing you down more with each second. He’s completely stilled his motions, practically half asleep against you.

You shake your head, an exasperated sigh leaving your lips, however contrasting the smile that blossoms on your face. He makes no move to provide any indication of an answer now and it's becoming hard to ignore the dull ache in your muscles from attempting to stop him from collapsing on the spot.

“Venti I can’t hold you forever, I’m about to drop you.”

At your insistence, he finally wills himself to reluctantly pull away from you but not before clasping your hand in his and all but dragging you to the sofa. You suppose a few more hours of sleep couldn’t hurt.

Kazuha ♡

Faint light bled through the sheer curtains of Kazuha’s quarters aboard the crux, enveloping the cabin in a golden embrace. It shone light a gentle caress upon the visible half of your face, the other side being firmly nestled against the chest of your lover. Habitually, he’s already risen, half resting against the headboard with his bandaged hand tracing gentle paths along the angles and curves of your profile. He skirts along the planes of your shoulders, noting the myriad of red marks blossomed like flowers cultivated from passion along the surface of them. The winsome sight almost sends him into the same unrelenting state of mind he found himself in last night and while he wishes nothing more than to spend the rest of your day without moving an inch from his bed, he fears you may struggle to stand upright already and placing more strain on your sore muscles may end up an oversight on his part. As he moves back upward, your eyelashes occasionally flutter when his nimble fingers veer too close to them, however after brief stirring you remain within the enticing throes of sleep.

He’s reluctant to rise from his position, though the solid wood of the headboard is beginning to push uncomfortably against his shoulder blade. Loathe as he is to disturb your rest, it would prove troublesome to have to deal with yet another agonizing ache if he keeps this up. With this information in mind, Kazuha traces his hand downwards to give a tender nudge to your own shoulder. You must not have been in too deep of a sleep, most likely a result of his previous ministrations, as the subtle touch causes your tired eyes to flicker open and furthermore pull away from the comforting warmth of his bare skin.

“Hm..?” you quietly murmur as you begin to distinguish dreams from reality and realise where you currently are. You take a single moment to adjust and take in the soft ivory cotton of the bedsheets and the moderate breeze causing the curtains to sway back and forth in an entrancing dance. Kazuha takes this fleeting moment of realisation to adjust his position to sit upright, avoiding the strain his previous arrangement would have brought upon his body. Noticing this change, and hesitant to be apart from his affectionate hold, you briskly seek out his form once more, content to now lay your cheek upon his chest and resolve to close your eyes again.

“Has the exquisite nature of the morning not provided cause for you to remain wakeful?” he questions with a slight smirk tilting the corner of his lips, though his actions contradict his words as his hands seek to wander across the expanse of your body once more, a soothing caress through the dips and valleys of any area he can reach. You hum lowly, finding relief in his touch as it soothes your aching limbs, feeling tempted to succumb to sleep with the combination of his movements and the warm glow of sparkling sunlight scattered across your languid form. You know that if there was any real need to be up today he wouldn’t have indulged in you until the early hours of the morning.

His hands continue to wander, though eventually he settles on lazily running his fingers through your hair, coaxing out each stubborn knot he encounters. Your hair’s a wild unruly mess, most of it insists on protruding from your head at haphazard angles or being stuck to your forehead where your sweat from last night has dried. You bat his hands away from your head, somehow finding yourself slightly embarrassed with the state you’ve wound up in.

“No need to be bashful love, what with how I witnessed you last night” Kazuha states at your actions. You audibly groan at this, turning your face even further into his chest to avoid having to see the mirthful look on his face at this remark. You hear him chuckle under his breath before permitting his hands to continue their previous motions and work through smoothing down untamed sections of your hair.

“Tease…” your voice comes out muffled against his skin. You’re not sure whether he heard you or not, either way it seems to elicit another half-subdued laugh from him. The sunlight filtering in seems to have dimmed slightly, causing the warmth radiating from it to dissipate alongside it, leaving you to feel like the shower may prove a steadier source of heat. You go to lift yourself out of bed, away from your place draped across Kazuha, only to be met with an expression half smug, half questioning.

“Shower.” You note plainly, heading for the door, only to register soft footsteps following after you a moment later. It’s now your turn to throw a confused glance over your shoulder.

“Shower.” He repeats back to you like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Your brow furrows slightly at his words, though you soon relent, realising he most likely wouldn’t move on the subject, even though you're now convinced there’ll be less showering done than previously anticipated.

Kaeya ♡

Darkness blanketed the cozy expanse of Kaeya’s official quarters, soft sunlight forbidden entry by the heavy velvet curtains that laid still against the windows. Silence settled over the space like chalk white snow across a winter landscape, only occasionally permeated by the soft sounds of quiet even breaths and gentle snores. The world was soundless in the early hours of dawn, only the tender whispers of the wind winding through the walls of Mondstadt. The navy sheets of Kaeya’s obnoxiously large bed were unruly, pulled free from their usual pristine appearance, woven and folded around both tangled forms like a secret sanctuary. Familiar warmth occupied every hidden corner of the room, twined into every atom of every surface.

Kaeya’s cerulean hair was undone from its usual ponytail, splayed like an ethereal halo around his head on the pillow beneath him. His golden earring long gone, tossed carelessly onto the first surface he’d laid his eyes on when he returned home yesterday evening. Eyepatch also forsaken with the lack of need to keep up public appearances, his deep tan arms wound loosely around your body, enveloping you in a surge of soothing warmth. Yours were tucked up in the space between you in return, one hand splayed out against the bare expanse of his shoulder, the other resting lazily against his chest.

He’d returned back to your shared space soon after a few drinks in the Angel’s Share, uncommon as he often wound up spending excess time drinking into the night. He’d wandered in looking utterly exhausted and one glance up from your cozy spot near the fireplace warranted you to place your book down in anticipation of his next actions. He’d all but forcefully yanked his earring and eyepatch off in a rare display of impatience, throwing them off to the side and not bothering to watch where they landed. Swiftly followed his fur lined coat, landing in a muddled pile on the floor, then his boots. With this silent display of irritation he wordlessly trudged over to your space on the sofa, proceeding to slump unceremoniously against you. This sort of uncomposed behaviour was highly out of character for your lover, a far stretch from his usual flirtatious and calm nature.

He’d hidden his face in the crook of your neck, huffing out a quiet sigh as the tension bled out of his muscles. You’d brought a sympathetic hand to card through the silken tresses of his hair, gently coaxing out the hair tie at the base of his ponytail. It remained that way for an unmeasured amount of time, not a word exchanged in the warm glow of candlelight. You wouldn’t push for answers just yet, solace seemed to be the foremost priority.

And that’s how you’d wound up in this position. Huddled together in the shared warmth of each other's heat, dozing effortlessly in the safety of his embrace. Safety, security. Maybe that’s all he’d really needed. Archon knows he deserves that, at a minimum.

You’d tentatively made a move to leave the comforting space underneath the endless tangle of sheets, intent on going to prepare coffee and breakfast as a simple gesture for Kaeya to awake to, though you didn’t get very far before a languid arm was sloping around your waist to lure you back in. Relenting, you became buried underneath the duvet once more, to be met with tired lidded eyes gazing into yours. Lost in the depth of his beguiling eyes, you barely registered his almost incoherent mumbling as you shook out of your reverie.

“Hm?” You inquired back to him.

“Where were you going..?” He’s still mumbling quietly, though now it’s proving even more difficult to discern his words as he’s returned his face to its new favourite location against the velvety skin of your neck. You manage to pick out the rough outline of his question, these factors aside.

“I was going to make you breakfast, unless that’s criminal now?” You joke lightly to him. It wasn’t supposed to be funny so you easily mistake the minor shaking of his shoulders for gentle sobs. Panic stricken, you grasp his cheeks and turn his face upwards to meet his gaze, only to let out a sigh of relief at the soft smile painted across his tired features. Your tense muscles melt once more after reaching this realisation, allowing you to relax back into the enclosure of his body, settling one hand against the back of his shoulder blades to trace careful shapes into the skin there. He lets out a drawn out sigh at your motions, slumping back against his pillow and permitting his heterochromic eyes to flutter closed again. Kaeya sinks against you, drawing you impossibly closer, as if to fuse together.

“Stay…” He murmurs.

Well a little while longer couldn’t hurt.

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Haircut With Your Bf!!>

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Pairings : Alhaitham , Diluc , Neuvillette , Zhongli x GN Reader

Warnings : Fluff, Established relationship, Not proofread!

| Synopsis — Your hair has overgrown the past few weeks,and it has been bugging you a lot lately which disturbed your work and daily tasks. You were in desperate needs for a haircut—and your boyfriend happened to notice your displeasure. Being the sweet gentleman he was,he offered to cut it for you! ><

Author's Note; hello lovelies, I got this inspiration from cutting my mom's hair so l hope you enjoy! P.S this is my first ever blog so please do not mind any mistakes or errors in the characters!

•| Alhaitham •|

— Alhaitham's offer of trimming your hair made your heart jump out your mouth at first—because,he was never the type to even utter a sound of such things to anyone..so you were a bit suspicious about his out of the blue offer. The scribe immediately noticed your somewhat reluctant expression, with a soft sigh—he cleared all of your doubts that he did have experience with self made haircuts. Of course, he didn't mention the part where he observed how displeased you looked with your overgrown hair through the past few weeks. It was just too much for him to admit(he's too embarrassed). At first,he could have just made an appointment for a haircut at a proper salon and get it done with..but,it just didn't sit right with him—having someone else touch your precious hair? Nuh uh,so in the end of his conclusion, he'll be the one to trim it. And finally you'll be in solace without having to trouble yourself so much.

— A soft cloth was draped over your shoulders, covering them and your back. Alhaitham made sure you were comfortable—he bought some snacks for you to nibble on while he focused on your hair,along with some products like a water spray bottle to dampen your strands,a proper salon scissor and some hair clips. And don't worry your pretty head,as he had practiced the whole week before even asking to cut it—so rest assured,your in the hands of a professional (?)

— After Alhaitham had prepared everything,he took a brief step back and stared at your reflection from the mirror in silence, making you a bit nervous under his calculating and sharp gaze. He’d approach the task like a puzzle to solve—analyzing the shape of your face, your hair texture, and how to best achieve balance and symmetry without causing any imperfections which might clash with your undeniable charm. Alhaitham might not say much—as being in silence helped him achieve the best of concentration. However,you will feel the sharp focus lingering in the air.

— His hands reached for the scissors quietly—you didn't even notice him grabbing them when the sound of something metal being sharpened stripped you from your thoughts. Alhaitham patiently sharpened the edges with measured pressure,so that your hair would be cut neatly without any extra strands escaping—he is quite the perfectionist after all... “ Sit still. I don’t plan on making mistakes just because you fidget. ” He states,his eyes still rested onto the sliver metal of the scissor,which bluntly held his reflection against it.

— After sharpening,he kept the scissors down,his hands taking a hold of the comb—he sectioned your hair with military precision,it was almost unnerving for how easily he did it. As he parts your hair, Alhaitham silently measures lengths with his slender fingers—ones that used to write countless reports and flip through the cream pages of books that carved knowledge within their words—were now separating your hair with a profound softness he only harboured towards you. You chuckled softly at how focused he was,it looked so adorable to you! The stoic and aloof acting grand sage,who was deeply respected for his esteemed reputation and beautiful intellect—was here, behind you,eyebrows slightly furrowed together in deep focus,fingers brushing your hair with maddening precision. Upon hearing your chuckle,he pauses. His hand freezes mid-motion—still wrapped around your soft locks, and you can almost hear the gears turning in his head, “…Was that necessary?” He says it flatly, but there’s a subtle twitch at the corner of his mouth—amusement, maybe. Or disbelief. Either way, you’ve disrupted his perfect concentration. Now what do you have to say to defend yourself?

“ Sorry.. it's just that..you look so cute being all focused like that! I couldn't help myself.. ” You say shyly, avoiding his gaze as you divert your eyes somewhere around the room. You could feel his eyes bore onto your back—it caused a small tremble in your bones. Then he spoke,his voice catching your attention,“ If I cut your fringe unevenly, you’ll only have yourself to blame.” Still, there’s a gentleness to the way he resumes, his fingertips brushing slower now, almost deliberate. You smile at his response,“ Alright, I'm fine with that. Gives a bit of an authentic vibe to it then. ” You tease, the corner of your lips failing to keep neutral—curled up into a wide grin. He was unfazed by your comment—his voice drops just a little,almost unnoticeable but you managed to catch it, “ Honestly… you’re far too easily entertained. ” The little smirk he hides behind your head doesn't go unnoticed by your eyes.

– As he snips away at your overgrown strands—each gracefully fell down onto the ground. Yet, in his own quietly considerate way, he might tuck stray strands behind your ear or adjust your chin with a gloved hand, murmuring,“ Tilt your head. That side’s uneven. ” It wasn't because he cares deeply about styling, but because sloppiness annoys him..and maybe..maybe he kind of wanted to hold your chin as your eyes would stare back at his..he will never admit that, whenever he looks into your eyes—his heart skips 20 beats.

— After Alhaitham is done—he won’t compliment you outright. But he might pause, studying how his work turned out, and say “ It suits you. Fortunately, you didn’t interfere. ” Although,the small tiny curve at the end of his lips was barely even there,it was still there though. He was proud of what he made on the inside. Now reward him with kisses and cuddles,he demands it.

→ Precise? Absolutely. Efficient? Yes. Gentle? Surprisingly, yes—but only because it’s practical. Conclusion: If you want a good haircut without having to pay, Alhaitham is highly recommended💯

•| Diluc •|

— Diluc would likely hesitate at first as,one he's not exactly a professional,not because he’s incapable, but because he doesn’t want to mess up something involving you—he can't even look at himself in the mirror for three weeks when he accidentally poured your coffee into a different mug instead of the one you usually drank from. And two,he doesn't have much free time from his schedule as being the wealthy owner of Dawn Winery was kind of exhausting,so he couldn't cut your hair in peace. But those two reasons were instantly thrown out the window, when he noticed just how drained you looked with your overgrown hair. At first Diluc thought of appointing a haircut but..he felt some kind of strange surge of determination brew inside him when he looked at your hair—nope,forget the hair cut he's doing it himself. He will not and never will,let other people touch that beautiful hair of yours—look he cherishes it and it would break him to see that someone else can touch such a treasure without even knowing how valuable it is. So,he brought the items and asked Adeline for tips just incase.

— You sat on the chair with a soft smile,you are finally breaking free from the restraints of overgrown hair! Yay! Diluc tapped your shoulder softly, snapping you back to reality as you slowly turn towards him,“ Are you really sure you want me to do this...? ” You have been hit with this question almost about a dozen times in the span of one minute—He just wasn't sure he would be the best to do it okay?! All that determination had anyway been thrown away the moment you sat on the chair. “ Yes..don't worry,I trust you. Plus it's just a trim, it's completely fine if it's a bit uneven. ” You reassured, flashing him your signature smile that would make his stomach host a butterfly party and his heart to skip a few miles. “ Hm. Alright.. But stay still okay? ” Diluc turned to where the scissors were—he held the scissors like a weapon with his fingers clasped tightly around the object to keep him grounded from his brewing uncertainty, but seeing you smile ever so gracefully in the reflection of the mirror. He would wield it like you're glass in his hands.

— Diluc will take his time—too much time, if you were to ask anyone else. Each snip is deliberate, maybe even a little slow, because he’s overthinking it. He probably frowns in concentration the whole time, brow furrowed and lips pressed tight into a flat line. You didn't notice that you were getting a bit sleepy for how long he was taking,but you weren't complaining though—seeing his cute reactions to seeing a side which isn't cut correctly or his concentrated expression. It was testing your patience to not get up and smooch his face into an oblivion of kisses. If your hair brushes his hand slightly when he's combing or cutting it—he might pause and quietly clear his throat, pretending like it didn’t affect him when it very much did, “ You’re lucky I’m patient. ” The comment earned a tiny giggle from you, making his heart stutter as he quickly tries his best to resume to what he's doing.

— He’s mid-snipping, brow furrowed, totally absorbed in his careful work when suddenly—you yawn. Quiet,soft, relaxed, maybe even stretching a little while you do it. Diluc freezes like a statue. Scissors held mid-air, eyes narrowing slightly—not in irritation, but in that “did you just yawn while I’m trying not to stab your neck?” kind of way. He says nothing at first, just slowly lowers the scissors and lets out a small sigh, “Am I boring you?” (Totally deadpan, but you can hear the dry sarcasm under it). His response made you jump from your drowsy state,you immediately reply to him to clear any misunderstandings,“ Ah,l'm sorry.. I'm just a bit sleepy..your hands relax me so l couldn't help myself. ” You smile tiredly. You might catch the faintest twitch at the corner of his mouth at your answer. Not quite a smile, but close. Then, softer,maybe a little flustered,he murmured,“ If you’re tired… don’t move too much. I don’t want to accidentally cut more than your hair” There’s a pause before he continues, and this time—the touch of his fingers against your hair is even gentler, like he’s trying not to wake you and instead relax you into a slumber.

And if you happened to lean forward a little, half-dozing while he works,he’ll just quietly adjust your posture, maybe brushing a hand over your head once without thinking, quietly mumbling to himself, “ Honestly… You’re too trusting. ” But there’s something soft in his tone. Protective. Like he likes being trusted that much more than he lets on.

— When he is finally done,he won’t compliment you directly. Although,he’ll glance away shyly, ears slightly red, and mutter something like, “ It looks... fine. Better than before. ” But in reality,what he actually meant was that he’s obsessed with how it turned out, and he won’t stop thinking about the feel of your hair in his hands. Despite the occasional uneven strand, he’ll never admit it bothers him and disturbs a certain braincell in his mind—but you might catch him sneaking in little touch-ups days later when you're not paying attention.

→ Precise? Not exactly. Careful? Yes. Tender? More than he’ll admit. Conclusion: He's the cutest flustered and nervous haircutter of all time, despite the uneven strands it looks beautiful 🤚

•| Neuvillette •|

— The chief of justice was known for being a figure that is composed and formal,who adapts and observes any situation with a gaze that rips lies from criminals and uncovers true and raw honesty. So Neuvillette was quick to notice how stressed his beloved was during the last few weeks,and the cause of that was your overgrown hair. Neuvillette knew you were a person who was carefree and happy out going,so seeing you in distress left a bitter aftertaste on his tongue. He sat in his office, thinking deeply on what he should do—well it kind of was simple,he could put you in an appointment in one of Fontaine's best salons but the idea of it just didn't seem right to him. Maybe it was just his slight possessiveness protectiveness of you,it couldn't be helped since his dragonic self would go berserk if he were to see someone or something even look in the presence of yours. He was stuck between his ideas,that was until a melusine decided it was time for him to take the matter into his own hands—by offering him the suggestion to cut your hair,which he, at first was considering it,but he decided it was best option so he agreed. During Neuvillette's break,he suggested the melusine's idea to you. Which you,accepted. Neuvillette couldn't help but smile and took the day off to focus entirely on you!>

— Neuvillette prepared the items and made sure you were comfortable. Neuvillette treats the act of cutting your hair with a level of reverence that feels almost ceremonial. Not because he’s done it often, he's never cut someone else's hair before except his own—but because it’s you, and to him, that makes it significant. Whether it be a simple common thing or something so rare and extravagant.

— You were smiling so brightly it put the sun to shame,you looked up to him and said,“ Thank you again Neuvillette,I really am in desperate needs of it. ” He’d pause for a moment as he stared back at you—head tilted slightly, silver eyes unreadable—and then nod once, solemnly. His soft voice calmed all of your inner stress,“ Very well. I will do it with care. ” And with that,he took a hold of the scissor which was placed neatly on the table. He’d move gracefully, hands steady, scissors elegant and shining like rain-forged silver. Every movement is precise, calculated with careful softness,almost regal. He’d part your hair with long,thin fingers—not hurriedly, but with thoughtful silence. And yet, he’s gentle. Exceedingly so. It was if he was afraid you would shatter like a porcelain doll if he were to put the tiniest of pressure.

— You might feel the cool brush of his gloved fingers near your nape, his breath faintly ghosting over your skin as he adjusts a strand. And though his expression barely changes, his voice may soften—a softness that is only heard when he is with you, “ Tell me if it’s uncomfortable… I wouldn’t want to harm what is precious to me. ” Your heart would skip a beat at his words—a soft hue of pink kissed your cheeks and the tip of your nose. Which he immediately caught on to—a smile would tug at his lips,he would stop his movements which made you confused until—you felt the subtle press of his soft lips on the top of your head. His eyes narrowed in a playful glint when he saw how red you are,a soft cackle would leave him as he graciously resumed to his work.

— He’s standing behind you, calm as a still lake,like a soft shadow that guards you from the corruption of the world. He was delicately trimming your hair with almost divine precision. The air is quiet, peaceful—then,but you felt a faint itch in your nose—you didn't take note of it then it increased and—

“ Ah-CHO! ”

You sneeze. Just once. Not dramatic. But enough to make you jerk a little in your seat. Neuvillette immediately freezes like ice. Scissors paused mid-air, his hand hovering, eyes widening ever so slightly in surprise. “ ...Are you alright?” His voice is still composed, but there's a tightness to it—like he just watched you nearly topple off a ledge. “ Yea..sorry about that. The weather is kind of chilly haha.. ” You apologize, embarrassed. Then he gently lowers the scissors, stepping around to face you. He inspects you for a moment, as if trying to determine whether that sneeze was a symptom of some deeper condition only the laws of Fontaine could diagnose. “ You’re not ill, are you? ” He asks, eyebrows furrowed in concern. You shake your head,“ No I'm fine— ” You get interrupted by his worried tone,“ If you are unwell, the haircut can wait. Your health takes precedence. ” You might laugh it off, but Neuvillette would remain slightly tense for a few moments, lips pressed in concern. He’s not annoyed—not even close. But he doesn’t like unpredictability when sharp objects are involved near your head. It would take a couple of minutes of you saying you are alright and it was just a simple sneeze and him not believing it and ushering you to take a rest as he will prepare some herbal tea for your “ supposed ” illness.

Eventually, when he resumes, he’s even more careful than before. Slower. And then, with a tone so gentle you almost don’t catch it, “ ...Next time, please warn me. ” You suspect he’s only half joking. And maybe... just maybe... if you were to sneeze again, you’ll see the corners of his mouth twitch upward, almost amused. “ Perhaps we should prepare tissues and tea before the next haircut. ”

— And when he finishes,he’ll gently brush loose strands from your shoulders and look at you, long and contemplative, drinking in your beautiful features,before quietly murmuring, “ You look… serene. It suits you. ” Your smile would soften his heart as a slight pink hue would be dusted over his cheeks.

And in the far distance, outside the window..

The rain calms. Just a little.

→Precise? Immaculately. Deliberate? Absolutely. Emotionally restrained? At first. But underneath? Pure softness. I would highly recommend him as well,this silly goober is well trusted with these things👍

•| Zhongli •|

— Zhongli, being the ever so observant man he was— took extreme note of your frustration caused by your overgrown your hair. During one of the daily talks about the history of Liyue you two would host at evening together—he noticed how you continuosly tied your hair which always fell down and irritated your neck,strands of hair was covering your forehead which made you having to always keep them back. He spoke about ancient tales and memories he had stored in his mind,however he still kept a mindful eye on how tired you looked—yet you still smiled at him and continued to listen like the kindest person you are. It burdened his heart to see how exhausted you were,so he thought of appointing a hair cut for you but he reconsidered it. It just didn't feel right with him—his primal dragonic senses immediately didn't agree with someone touching your hair? No,so he took the first option he had in mind—him suggesting to trim your hair by his own hands! You were caught off guard by the sudden suggestion since you two were so engrossed in Liyue's history and you were suddenly just hit by the mention of a haircut all of a sudden,but you only nodded with a sincere smile. Finally,you can break free from this annoying overgrown hair of yours.

— Zhongli would treat the act not merely as grooming, but as a ceremony of care and refinement. Zhongli quietly and elegantly prepares everything; antique scissors (possibly a Liyue heirloom), an incense burner to create a calm atmosphere, and a silk cloth draped over your shoulders with reverence. His fingers would thread through your hair like leaves blowing in the wind,he asks, “ Hair reflects the passage of time. To trim it is to mark a new chapter. Are you certain you’re ready? ” His soft and relaxed voice earned a tiny nod from you,you giggled as you knew he was definitely turning it into a philosophical moment in his memory.

— He moves with the kind of slow, steady elegance—that makes you feel like you’re in the presence of something sacred. Each snip is measured,perfectly balanced, like he’s crafting a sculpture—not just trimming hair. “ Your hair’s texture reminds me of the osmanthus petals that fall in the autumn breeze. ” His comment made butterflies run around in your stomach,you shyly looked away as your cheeks burned with a red hue. Zhongli took a slight minute to release your flushed state,when he did. He would laugh affectionately,the sound rich and carved with ancient elegance.

— Zhongli will softly talk during the hair cut to keep you occupied. Sharing old stories about ancient Liyue, customs surrounding hair, maybe even the symbolic meaning of cutting it in different dynasties. All while,he gently combs through each section with practiced ease,his hands cataloguing a part of you only he will ever have access to—while checking for symmetry from every angle. Even one stray strand wouldn’t escape his sharp notice.

— You would listen eagerly to his stories, fascinated every time—while sipping from the cup of herbal tea he prepared for you beforehand as in a means of quenching your thirst as he rambled on. But then,a few strands blocked your vision as they scattered around on your face—the strands slightly irritated your skin as you brought your hand up to your face. Flicking them backwards,you sighed a breath of relief from not drowning in your own hair..however,those same strands of hair decided to aim straight at Zhongli's face,you gasped and immediately apologized, “ Oh my god! I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hit you!— ” You couldn't help but crack a laugh as you see your boyfriend,thanks to the reflection of the mirror—standing dumbfounded as if he was assaulted and stripped of his dignity. His body was still as he diligently wipes a strand from his cheek,and just stares..mostly to gather what just happened as you continued to laugh at his expression. But you immediately froze when you heard him mumble,“ ...That was once considered a courting gesture in an ancient opera. ” You both stared at eachother,each newly dumbfounded. A few minutes passed like a comical breeze—and the two of you burst into a fit of airy laughter,“ I suppose we are now courted together? Please do take care of me Mr Zhongli ” You dramatically flick your hair,but this time Zhongli dodged it as if it was a nuke—a teasing smile on his lips,“ Yes l will my dear. ” He promised with a kiss to the side of your forehead as he resumed to his trimming.

— When he was done,he gently brushes the loose hair from your shoulders, his touch featherlight and gentle, and says, “ There. You carry yourself differently already. Change suits you well. ” A soft smile would be plastered onto his lips as he is very proud of what he had created. You might notice the incense has burned halfway down. Time moved slowly—but peacefully—just like him.

→Precise? Impeccably. Graceful? As if sculpting marble. Ritualistic? Almost spiritual. Conclusion: This silly ol dragon is definitely one of the best hairdressers✨

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noellefan101 · 9 months ago

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Silent Living

Characters: Noelle, Kinich, Lynette, Beidou, Diluc x mute GN!reader

Summary: You're mute, and cant talk? not a problem for your partner, they can find other ways to communicate, and honestly wouldn't have it any other way.

Warnings: mute reader, most of them dont know sign language but there are people where i think they would either have learned it already or will learn it for you, gn reader as always

Note: hehe its kinda hard to write for Noelle tbh, i just can't see her romantically if that makes sense, its like a platonic obsession i have for her. but i chose to write for some girlies bc i felt like it, luv you :P

Noelle

She's a sweetheart and i fully believe she would try to learn sign language the day you meet for the first time. but for the sake of the cute gestures lets pretend she barely knows any words in it, or that you arent the best yourself despite probably needing it heh.

(she would teach you some if so, or learn with you)

In a classic Noelle fashion, she does literally anything for you, though people would normally just have to speak her name, you can't. so she always keeps an extra eye on you to ensure she's there when you need her help. that may be a given, but its truly what shes best at doing.

Loves writing little notes for you, whether its just so you can remember something or if its to invite you anywhere, she loves it. and she has definitely not been carrying pen and paper with her for weeks so you could write notes for each other, no no.

I dont imagine her being the best with words, but is always very good at comforting. so if you need some reassurance or just comfort you can come to her. and you can let her know to be silent by putting a finger over her mouth if you like the silence more. she wont be offended don't worry.

Kinich

Not very good with words and likes silence when possible, so it's very common for you to sit in silence doing an activity together. he's best with actions at least, both giving and receiving, so just doing a tiny chore for him would mean more than words could.

Though it may be difficult to do anything for each other since he's quite busy, and so could you be. but he always has time to sit with you for at least 30 minutes a day and just spend quality time together.

if you ever need anything from him, he has a notebook on him at all times that you're free to write in. Although Ajaw has made a fuss about it being annoying to wait for you, but he'll shut up if Kinich locks him up.

Lynette

She loves the silence you bring. being around her brother all the time can get annoying, no matter how much she loves him, so a quiet tea time with you is often just what she needs. she knows you can feel out of place or left out even since you cant communicate as easily with her siblings. but she is always ready to talk for you.

No matter how much she hates public speaking, and how often she gets her brother to speak for her, she'll speak for you. if there's anything you'd like to say, just write it down and show it to her. she might even know what you wanted to say, by how you stand and how your muscles move. so she will sometimes speak for you before you even get to start writing it down.

She has made sure you're a part of the conversation, not just there and looking around. she might have some knowledge about sign language, but she knows many do not and makes sure everyone understands you.

(she might even ask father if they can get classes in sign language, or at least the siblings of hers that you interact with most often)

Beidou

Maybe not the best at silent communication, but she tries her very best. if she doesnt know sign language she'll learn it, mostly because she feels it would make you more comfortable, but its also something that she may find interesting.

She is very good at dealing with different kinds of people though, so expect yourself to feel right at home wherever you are on her ship. she might even have started teaching her crew how to talk with you properly, whether thats getting you something write down on or learning them a bit of sign language that im not sure of.

Unfortunately it all goes in weird directions when she's drunk, while she talks for you it might be hard to get her to pay attention enough or even speak your thoughts properly. Kazuha is your savior in this case.

Diluc

He has made sure every single maid and anyone he hires learn to speak through their hands. he might even have prepared for it before you started dating, and even some of his staff you have never met before just knows how to speak with you.

Its a given that you're going to be well treated at the dawn winery, but Diluc makes sure you feel the most at home you'll ever experience. you have at least 1 maid whos ready to tend to you in a seconds notice, whether its jsut that you need something to write on or you need to know where you lover is.

Will literally drop anything for you with just a finger on his shoulder. whatever you need, he'll do it. need a hug? no need to even gesture it he knows, someone doesnt understand you at all? he's ready to talk in your place for hours on end.

I might have written it weirdly again sry, im not mute and i just like writing, Luv Ya- Masterlist

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everparanoid · 2 years ago

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how genshin men hug you

various genshin men x gn! reader

characters: Alhaitham, Diluc, Itto, Neuvillette, Wriothesley

Alhaitham isn’t one for hugs, but he’s not against you snuggling into him as he reads, seated between his legs. You might have to ask him several times for a hug, and more often than not, you’ll be met with a ‘no’. However, on those rare occasions when he’s feeling tired and lazy, he might just pull you into a hug as he lounges around. If you try to talk while he’s resting his head on yours, he’ll shush you, not wanting his break to be disturbed. So, with Alhaitham, it’s less about the hugs and more about quiet, shared moments.

Diluc is a man of few words, but his hugs speak volumes. He may be reserved, even in private, but he won’t hesitate to give you a hug if you ask. He might not initiate them often, but he does enjoy these moments of closeness with you. His hugs are warm and comforting, making you feel safe and cherished. They might not last long, but they’re always memorable. If you were to hug him when he returns from defending Mondstadt in the middle of the night, he would welcome you into his side. He’d wrap an arm around you gently, allowing you to listen to his steady heartbeat, a reassuring reminder that he’s returned safely.

Itto is a true enthusiast when it comes to hugs. He’s the kind of person who will envelop you in a warm, enthusiastic embrace, regardless of where you are. Public or private, it doesn’t matter to him. His hugs are playful and full of energy. He’ll lift you off the ground, spinning you around in a whirl of joy. Especially after a rare victory in a Beetle Brawl, you can expect a celebratory hug from him. His hugs are innocent and endearing, often accompanied by a wide grin and exuberant cheers of happiness. It’s clear that Itto enjoys these moments of shared joy just as much as you do. His hugs are not just an expression of affection, but a testament to his vibrant and joyful spirit.

Neuvillette is a man who is reserved and formal, and he’s not familiar with the concept of a hug, even though he’s seen them during his time in Fontaine. The first time you hug him, it might be a bit awkward until he gets used to the close contact. Every time Neuvillette hugs you, it’s gentle and cautious, as if he’s still trying to figure out the correct way to do it. He doesn’t often ask for hugs, but when it starts to rain, that’s your sign that he could use one. His hugs can be unusually long because he doesn’t understand the socially acceptable duration for a hug, and you don’t want to correct him. Alternatively, they can be short but meaningful. If he’s feeling down, he might hold on a bit longer, and of course, you’re perfectly fine with that.

Wriothesley is a man who cherishes private moments of closeness. He’s the type to give you a full-body hug, much like the comforting embrace of a teddy bear. If he happens to retire to bed before you, he might fall asleep on top of you, his arms wrapped around your waist. More often than not, you’ll already be asleep when he comes to bed. In these instances, he’ll spoon you into his arms, providing a sense of security and warmth. While he may not be one for overt public displays of affection, when it’s just the two of you, he’s all about the hugs. You might often find yourself sitting in his lap as he reads the newspaper, one arm casually draped over your stomach, his head resting on your shoulder. It seems that Wriothesley has a particular fondness for your body heat, especially in the chilly depths of Meropide.

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hunn1e-bunn1e · 2 years ago

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Diluc Ragnvindr - "Quill and Parchment"

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In which a certain winery owner can't seem to put his love for you into speakable words so he tries his hand at putting them down on paper. Or; In which Diluc Ragnvindr writes his unspoken feelings of love into a letter to you, his fiancée, after three years of being unable to put them into words.

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To my dearest fiancée,

Truly, I can hardly put into words just how much I adore you. But alas, the words of affirmation I wish to shower you with never seem to unlodge themselves from the back of my throat when I'm in your presence. I don't believe anyone has ever made me feel quite so frazzled and tongue-tied as you have, my love.

Whenever you turn to me with that radiant smile of yours, my heart hammers in my chest like that of echoing thunder lingering in the clouds during a storm. How you scrunch up your nose when you are deep in thought pinkens my cheeks without fail, and I can't forget the crinkling of your eyes whenever you burst into laughter and how it brings an inexplicable warmth to my chest.

You make me feel so many things all at once that I simply can't put it into words. I have no choice but to resort to penning you this letter in hopes that I can express to you how I feel, my sweet.

You may think it strange when I confess that you make me feel so timid at times. I don't think you understand just how strong of an effect your very presence has on me. You make me feel like a love-sick teenage boy; I simply lose myself in the unending love I have for you.

Before I met you, I believed that I would never find someone to share my life with. I thought that I would grow old all by my lonesome and spend the last few days of my life at the vineyard in silence, reminiscing about what could have been.

So, I want to thank you, sincerely and deeply from within the depths of my heart and soul, for choosing to love a man like myself out of all of the other choices that you could have had in Teyvat.

My darling, I love you, so much that it nearly brings me to my knees when I have a mere passing thought of you. Even if I can't put it in more eloquent terms, I hope you understand that I would disassemble the Celestia for you to show you my love if I had the power, but I am just a man.

This letter is all I can give you in exchange for being able to treasure someone as wonderful as yourself. Though, soon enough, I shall think of something much more fitting for you, my dear.

Your adoring fiancée,

Diluc Ragnvindr

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mikkonori · 2 years ago

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♡ ﾟ˖ ॱ ▎HOW DO THEY MEET AND FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU .ㅤPT 1ㅤ𝅄 🌿 ꒱

˖ ࣪ diluc, wriothesley

warnings ：fluff, implied marriage, gn!reader, a tad bit of humor, pining, slight mention of blood (diluc), enemies to lovers kinda situation and teasing (wriothesley), maybe ooc idk, non fluent writer

ㅤThe way you both met was still quite a sore spot for you to talk about. Not because it was in a bad way, of course, it was just a little bit embarrassing, to you at least.

ㅤYou, a new person in Mondstadt, just having moved recently to the City of Freedom, felt like the customs should be learned. And what better costume the people of Mondstadt had than dancing?

ㅤAt least that was what the bard in the tavern told you, as he gathered everyone around together for some dance practice classes.

ㅤLike he said, "there was nothing better than learning together with your friends".

ㅤThe only thing he seemed to have forgotten is the crucial fact that you didn't have any friends yet.

ㅤAt the end of the selection, you were by yourself, completely embarrassed to not have managed to find a partner yet.

ㅤThe bard instead quickly said he had forgotten about you and decided to partner you up with someone himself, stopping you from leaving the place altogether to hide in your house for the next week.

ㅤAnd it just so happened that at the same time, Diluc Ragnvindr, as you knew him, passed by. His red locks of hair swaying in the wind.

ㅤAnd in a second, somehow the bard had managed to drag the man out of his duties to your side, a boyish smirk on his lips. Diluc seemed to be complaining that he had no intention of being part of the event whatsoever, but unfortunately for him, he had no choice in the matter.

ㅤHis murderous glances towards the bard dressed in green did not pass unnoticed by your eyes but you couldn't say anything before that ruby gaze turned to you.

ㅤDespite feeling completely speechless before the man you so heard of, all you could think was how you've never seen such beautiful eyes before.

ㅤIt took a while to notice that he was also staring quietly at you. Just you both, standing awkwardly by each other's side with shy shared glances here and there.

ㅤBut as the bard started the dance practice, every partner having their own fun. Friends, lovers and strangers gathered around under the same music and happiness, the tension between you both finally eased a tad bit, just enough.

ㅤ"Well, since we're already here. Care to share this dance with me, master Diluc?"

ㅤYou asked, a grin dancing in your lips, as you extended one of your hands to him.

ㅤAnd contrary to all of your expectations, having heard only rumors about him, the man they called ruthless and cold, grinned back at you. It was just for a few seconds, but it was more than enough to steal your breath away.

ㅤ"I suppose we could try, yes." And you thought you caught some sort of quiet confidence in his tone. Like he had practiced years for this.

ㅤWell, dancing was never your forte but it was probably not that hard to learn in a few seconds, right?

ㅤThat was what you thought before the missteps started to happen, of course.

ㅤ"Do not mind me." He said, but you felt desperate each time he winced as you stepped on his feet in the middle of a dance step.

ㅤAnd you found yourself admiring him for how well and flawlessly he sometimes managed to dodge your fumbled steps. His composure never wavering as he kept guiding you through a steady dance.

ㅤYou felt like Diluc could as well be your savior. The savior to your already nonexistent reputation that is.

ㅤEven if you stepped on his feet one too many times, instead of being annoyed as he would have been were it anyone else, Diluc found it endearing.

ㅤHe had to lean over you so that you wouldn't see his own small smile as you fretted over him, asking if his feet hurt. It did, but there's no need to mention that.

ㅤAt the end of the dance, Diluc had held your hands one second longer than he should have, and you also didn't feel like ending this so quickly.

ㅤSo you called out for him.

ㅤ"Let's meet again. I think I still don't get this dance."

ㅤAnd he smiled. You had no idea if this was a good or bad thing for your poor heart.

ㅤEveryone knows that fire burns fast and ruthlessly, taking away what it needs before disappearing with the break of dawn. But Diluc's love was the opposite.

ㅤIt was slow, hesitant. Carefully blooming like a fragile Small Lamp Grass in the soft glow of first-time affection. Diluc carried these emotions like a delicate dance of vulnerability and anticipation.

ㅤLike a steady flame, casting a warm glow over the tapestry of you both interwoven destinies.

ㅤThe touch of hands became a silent agreement, a subtle acknowledgment of emotions too profound to articulate. In the gentle ebb and flow of your interactions, a slow crescendo of emotions built, resonating with the innocence of a love untouched by the scars of the past.

ㅤYou both were so oblivious, despite the greetings that turned to hugs that lasted longer each time and the shared glances at each other's eyes for a moment too long. Small things that all seemed to notice but the both of you.

ㅤSo much so, that even Venti, the bard you've grown to know and whose presence was always within the vicinity, one day commented that you should invite him to your wedding next time, and immediately in the next second he was kicked out of the tavern.

ㅤDiluc felt himself slowly learning about the intricate nuances of what love was. Of what it could be.

ㅤYou taught him that love didn't always end on a rainy day, and that your blood would never stain his hands.

ㅤHe grew under your touch, with a newfound confidence of a love well nurtured slowly with the pass of time.

ㅤEven if you stepped on his feet a million times and by the end of this dance you both called love his feet felt beyond salvation, Diluc still knew that his love for you would never waver.

ㅤAnd he would keep teaching you just as much as you do for him, so that one day, when the dawn comes and you're both by the kitchen, quietly sharing smiles and your bodies are once again intertwined in an unfaltering dance, in a time where none of you have to worry about duties anymore, you won't step on him again.

ㅤAs the warm morning dew cast its light over the shared rings on your hands, Diluc didn't want to believe in gods, but he still had to thank Barbatos for bringing you to him on that day. With all your giggles and bright eyed smiles.

ㅤYou were his savior and his redemption, just as much as he was yours.

ㅤWriothesley, the so famously known Duke of the Fortress of Meropide and also your worst declared enemy.

ㅤYour friends would always tell you that it was an exaggeration, that it wasn't that bad. You both seemed to actually work very well together. But you begged to differ from their opinions.

ㅤYou are the secretary in the Palais Mermonia, working directly under orders of the Judge, Monsieur Neuvillette himself. A quite noble position if you were to say so yourself, in fact.

ㅤBut Wriothesley seemed to somehow doubt your high position as he kept asking you to simply do favors for him, taking advantage of the fact that he was 'close friends' with the Iudex.

ㅤYou dreaded each time Monsieur Neuvillette asked you to bring some documents over from the Fortress, meaning you would have to talk with the Duke too.

ㅤAnd you knew, each time you went there, that man had something in store for you. Just like the first time you both met.

ㅤ"You must be the secretary, right? Can you do me a favor then, and bring me a cup of tea?"

ㅤHe had said back then, and there was nothing more you wished than to wipe that wolfish grin from his lips with your own two hands.

ㅤHe seemed to get off on the exact fact that you would snap at him and get angry, like he reveled in your disappointed expressions and bitter stares.

ㅤAnd it seemed that each time you visited, no matter how much you refused — and perhaps that was the exact reason the man decided to try even more— the requests became more and more unusual.

ㅤ"Let me take you out on dinner."

ㅤYou didn't even know how he could be so shameless while asking this, but you still blatantly refused his approaches each time with fierceness.

ㅤAnd you told yourself each time, oh how you hated him.

ㅤInstead, all you didn't know was that Wriothesley thought of you the exact opposite of what you imagined.

ㅤSince the first time the Duke saw you, your tight and serious expression and the bags under your eyes, he had decided that he needed to see you smile at least once, no matter what.

ㅤThat's why he kept sending multiple letters to Neuvillette, practically begging the Iudex to send you once more, telling him of how much of a good work you did unlike all the other secretaries and how he still had forgotten to send him just one more document.

ㅤAll lies of course, but you can't blame a man for trying at least a bit.

ㅤHe had been enamored by you since the first time you walked in his office. The tenacity and unyielding confidence in your steps and speech.

ㅤWriothesley, and perhaps you, hadn't even realized how intertwined you two were, being part of each other's daily lives.

ㅤHadn't even realized how, slowly and steadily, something new was being shaped.

ㅤWith each sharp gaze of yours that made Wriothesley's heart skip a beat, and each argument that would slowly turn into a playful banter that had you almost lose your facade of sternness and harshness, you both were becoming soft for each other.

ㅤUntil one day, you went to visit him yourself, outside of the duties you held so passionately to yourself.

ㅤYou were also surprised at how easy the path was, and how earnest your steps had become after all these months of endless back and forth.

ㅤBut nothing could top the astonished and dumbfounded look that the Duke of Meropide himself had given you when you entered his office, not wearing your usual confident expression and work clothes.

ㅤ"Are… you free right now?"

ㅤYou had asked him, your fingers trembling behind your back, hating how shy your voice sounded for some reason.

ㅤAgainst your expectations, as always, Wriothesley found a way to surprise you. He recovered quickly from the awed state, promptly getting up from his chair at once and making his way to you, a reassuring smile on his face.

ㅤHe had never looked so happy ever since you met him.

ㅤ"For you? Always."

ㅤSo the both of you left the cold office with warmness in your hearts. Together, side by side.

ㅤHe even gave a try to holding your hand once before you slapped it away.

ㅤWell… small, baby steps, he supposed.

ㅤAnd Wriothesley decided that it was always worth it to have to spend the entire night finishing the documents due tomorrow if it meant having you for the entire day.

💙 Part 2 will feature Neuvillette and Thoma.

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cookigyu · 1 year ago

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✦ . BOYFRIEND DLUC RAGNVINDR . ₊ ⊹

⌗ synopsis tendencies and scenarios diluc will have while being your significant other.

› content fluff, gn!reader, headcannons, slight ooc

notes .ᐟ my last headcannon post did very well, so i decided to do one of diluc for my friend. also writing a fic for venti, stay tuned. >_<

BF! DILUC who comes behind you and hugs your waist. he would either do this while you're cooking or even while you're getting ready. diluc would also have tendency to lay his head on your shoulder or head, sometimes whispering sweet nothings.

it was around 2am, you woke up extremely dehydrated. you decided to slip out of bed and grab a glass of water, just being mindful of not making any loud noises to wake up your burnt out boyfriend. walking towards the dark kitchen, you turned on the underlights of the cabinets for just enough light to see. after pouring yourself some water, you raised the brim of the cup up to your lips. as you were about to tilt your head to sip the liquid, you felt two slender arms slither around your waist. diluc then placed his head on your shoulders, whispering, "mm... come back to bed, please? i'm cold."

BF! DILUC who likes it when you play with his hair. because of that, he makes sure he has top notch hair care products and a routine so it'll feel even better when you run your slim fingers through his red hair. diluc especially loves it when you play with his hair while he falls asleep whether it'll be when you guys are going to sleep or when he's laying his head on your lap. he loves the feeling of you touching his hair, and when you massage his scalp. he always looks up for your massages after a long day of work. your touch will always make him feel sleepy.

BF! DILUC who hates having to let you cook and would rather cook for you. though, because of his busy schedules, you end up cooking nice meals for him. even though your dishes are immaculate, he rather cook for you and take care of you. he loves spoiling you and letting you relax. on days where he has no work, you'll usually wake up to a nice and delicious smelling breakfast.

you were deep in slumber, but the sweet smell of syrup and pancakes woke you up. looking to your left, you notice that the bed was nicely made on that side. the scent of pancakes made you know that your boyfriend was already awake, cooking up a small breakfast for you. after cleaning up your bed and making yourself look presentable, you walked downstairs, looking for your red headed lover. walking towarda the table, you see a nicely stack of pancakes, syrup, and multiple berries and strawberries placed in a cute bowl you bought for diluc. "goodmorning, love. i made some pancakes for you." he sweetly said before sitting dowm infront of you. your eyes light up at the yummy food, thinking about how you managed to get togethet with such a caring man.

BF! DILUC who LOVES cuddling you at night. when i say love, i mean LOVES. he would love spooning you while ofcourse being the big spoon. when he cuddles you, he holds you so close like you'll be easily ripped out of his arms. diluc would insist that holding you at night helps him sleep while you're probably dying of lack of air. though, his embraces are alwqus warm and loving, which i guess makes up for it.

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fisshbones · 1 year ago

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Bath Time with Genshin Characters 🩵

Characters: Furina, Pantalone, Diluc, + Columbina!

A/n: this is probably ooc. Written before Pantalone & Columbina’s release. Some are shorter than others. I was gonna do Arlecchino but i started blank out 😓 Will probably do a pt2. later on!! Tw: None !! Sfw + Fluff :3

Furina 🩵 🍰

Baths with Furina are always fun! Every once in a while she accidentally puts too much soap in the bubble bath and it overflows a little. Oopsies. She’ll clean it up later dw! But when in the bath with Furina she’ll often pick up some bubbles and put it on your head. Please do it back to her!! She loves it so much (even if she won’t admit it.) Sometimes she will use her hydro abilities to make little animals and shapes in the water, just for funzzies.

Pantalone 💜🍷

You can tell this guy is the wealthiest man in Teyvat just by the sheer size of his bathtub. Bathing with this man is the definition of relaxing. He will light some candles, dim the lights, and pour you wine (or whatever else you wanna drink.) He mostly washes his own hair but when he’s really stressed he’ll ask if you can help him <3 He enjoys doing the same thing for you. He often rambles on about his grievances with work during this time.

Diluc ❤️🔥

This man knows you so well!!! He knows the exact temperature you like your water. What drink you’ll end up wanting, Even the scents of candles you like!! He’s rather quiet in the bath but it’s a peaceful quiet. He really cherishes the alone time you guys have together. This is the perfect time to talk about your day or any of your problems. Not only does he like to just hear your voice but he also believes this is a perfect time to catch up with each other. While you guys chat, he’ll make sure to massage the knots out of your neck and shoulders. When you wanna get out he’ll help you out of the tub so you don’t slip :)

Columbina 🩷🕊️

Bathing with Columbina is certainly an experience! A good one or bad one who knows?? She is very playful in and outside of the bath. You’ll have to run the bath yourself, as for some reason she always makes the water scorching hot. She is another avid fan of bubbles!! She loves to scoop bubbles off of the water and blow them in your face. She moves around a lot for some reason, which causes water to splash about. After five or ten minutes she’ll settle down and nestle herself into your neck as she sings a little tune. Her tune will eventually go down to just humming until either she falls asleep or you guys get out of the bath..

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hyuniemyunie · 3 months ago

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hello!!

I was wondering if you could do a Kaeya or diluc x chubby!reader and they have a snowball fight? I just started playing Genshin impact and I love the them so much 😭

You don't have to do it if you don't want to, please don't burn yourself out trying!

Im sorry if I wasted your time!

Frosty Feud

kaeya and diluc x gn!reader (romantic separately, together platonic.)

sfw

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(ФωФ): diluc and kaeya together r platonic w reader, but romantic separate

HIIII! omg, not at all! youre not wasting my time, dont be sorry:( youre so sweet, dw dw

⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠂⋆ ･ ⠄⠄･ ⋆ ･

You were bundled up so tightly that you felt more like a burrito than a person. The thick coat hugged your body, layered with scarves that practically swallowed your neck, and a pair of mittens that were so oversized they made your hands look cartoonishly large. Snow crunched beneath your boots as you trudged through the icy path leading to the winery, muttering under your breath about how Kaeya had tricked you into coming out in the cold.

"Come on, sunshine," Kaeya had purred the day before, a smirk plastered on his face. "What’s the point of winter if you don’t get out and enjoy it? Don’t tell me you’re scared of a little snow."

You had rolled your eyes, but Kaeya knew exactly which buttons to press to get you to agree. "Scared? Me? Please," you had scoffed. And now? Here you were, bundled like a marshmallow, regretting every single decision that led you to this moment.

The gates of Dawn Winery stood tall before you, frosted and dusted with delicate snowflakes. A familiar figure stood nearby, arms crossed and red hair catching the glow of the late afternoon sun. Diluc, ever the stoic, was watching you approach with a subtle arch of his brow, a trace of amusement softening his usual guarded expression.

"You’re late," he commented, though there was no real reprimand in his tone. His breath formed little puffs of fog in the crisp air.

"Blame your annoying brother," you grumbled, tugging your scarf up higher to shield your nose from the cold. "He’s the one who dragged me into this mess."

“Ah, don’t be like that,” came a smooth, playful voice from behind. You barely had time to turn before something cold and distinctly wet smashed against the side of your head.

“KA—!”

Your shriek echoed across the winery as icy slush trickled down the side of your face. You spun around to see Kaeya standing a few feet away, an innocent grin plastered on his face, one eye twinkling with mischief.

“Oops,” he drawled, shrugging dramatically. “My hand slipped.”

“YOU—!”

Before you could even think, your gloved hands were scooping up a chunk of snow, compressing it into a solid ball. You didn’t even aim properly before chucking it straight at Kaeya.

Kaeya yelped, dodging the snowball just in time for it to sail past him—right into Diluc’s chest.

Silence.

The air grew thick as both you and Kaeya froze, eyes widening in unison. Diluc blinked, glancing down at the remnants of the snowball splattered across his coat. His gloved fingers brushed the ice away, movements slow and deliberate.

“Oh,” Kaeya murmured, barely above a whisper. “You’ve done it now.”

You swallowed hard, taking a step back. “I… didn’t mean to hit him,” you mumbled, but your voice was drowned out by the ominous creak of leather as Diluc’s gloves tightened around the snowball he had just formed.

“Run,” Kaeya hissed, grabbing your arm.

But it was too late.

Diluc moved like a shadow, swift and silent, launching his snowball with deadly precision. It smacked Kaeya square in the shoulder, sending him staggering back with a grunt.

“Oh, so that’s how we’re playing it, huh?” Kaeya grinned, eyes glinting with excitement as he scooped up another ball. “Fine. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Warn me about wh—?”

Thwack.

The next thing you knew, a snowball hit you right in the stomach, making you stumble. You gasped, not from pain but from sheer betrayal.

“AH—!” You turned to glare at him, but the Cavalry Captain was already sprinting to take cover behind a tree. “You little—!”

“Don’t just stand there,” Diluc called, his expression calm but the corner of his lips barely resisting a smile. “Unless you want to lose.”

That was all the motivation you needed.

---

Snowballs flew in every direction, the battlefield that was the winery grounds now littered with splattered snow and echoing with laughter.

Kaeya, ever the strategist, was darting between trees and barrels, his movements swift as he lobbed snowballs with precision. His blue cloak flared behind him as he ducked behind the branches, occasionally peeking out to toss a cheeky wink your way before disappearing again.

“Come on, sweetheart!” Kaeya’s voice echoed, taunting and playful. “You’re not gonna let me win that easily, are you?”

“Don’t call me that while I’m plotting your demise!” you shouted, your own hands busily forming a mound of ammunition.

“Focus,” Diluc murmured beside you, his tone calm and composed as he knelt down, forming perfectly spherical snowballs like it was an art form. His movements were meticulous, efficient—because of course, even in this, Diluc was diligent.

“I am focused,” you mumbled, but your aim was… questionable. Half your snowballs either missed Kaeya entirely or hit the tree he was hiding behind.

Diluc sighed, glancing at your lumpy, misshapen snowballs with barely concealed disappointment. “Do you want help?”

“No!” you huffed. “I got this.”

He gave you a look. That look. The one that said, You’re hopeless but I’ll indulge you.

But then, Kaeya decided to ruin everything.

“Diluc,” Kaeya cooed, his voice sing-song and full of mischief. “Are you really going to let 'em do all the work? Tsk tsk, big brother. I thought you were better than that.”

“Don’t listen to him,” you warned, but Diluc’s jaw clenched just enough to show he was taking the bait.

“Fine,” Diluc muttered under his breath. “If that’s how he wants to play.”

You barely had time to register the shift in the air before Diluc’s snowball hit Kaeya square in the back of the head.

“ACK!” Kaeya yelped, his dramatic spin almost sending him face-first into the snow. “Diluc!”

“Payback,” Diluc said calmly, brushing stray snowflakes from his gloves.

“That’s how it’s gonna be, huh?” Kaeya narrowed his eye, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “Alright, big brother. You asked for it.”

---

The war escalated.

Snowballs rained down from all directions. You, somehow, ended up caught in the crossfire. Kaeya was ducking and dodging with the grace of a cat, his lithe form slipping between obstacles as he pelted snow with precision. Diluc, on the other hand, was a fortress—steady, calculating, and merciless in his assault.

“Guys,” you panted, trying to catch your breath as another snowball narrowly missed your ear. “Maybe we should—”

WHOMP.

A giant snowball, courtesy of Diluc, smacked into Kaeya’s side, sending him toppling into the snow.

Kaeya lay there for a moment, face-down, arms sprawled out dramatically. “Betrayal,” he murmured, voice muffled by the snow. “Utter betrayal.”

“You started it,” Diluc replied, utterly unimpressed.

But Kaeya wasn’t done.

“Ohhh,” Kaeya groaned, slowly rolling onto his back. “I think… I’m dying.”

“Good,” Diluc deadpanned.

“Tell Jean… she can have my collection of wine.”

“Jean doesn’t want your wine,” you chimed in, barely holding back a giggle.

“Tell Albedo… he can have my manuscripts.”

“He doesn’t want those either.”

“Tell—”

“Kaeya,” Diluc cut in, exasperated. “Get up.”

“I can’t,” Kaeya whimpered. “The light… it’s fading…”

“Oh, for the love of Barbatos.” You stomped over, grabbing a fistful of snow and dumping it over Kaeya’s face.

“AAH—!” Kaeya spluttered, flailing as he sat up, wiping the snow off. “Alright, alright! I yield!”

“That’s what I thought.” You crossed your arms, smug despite being drenched and half-frozen.

Diluc was standing off to the side, arms crossed, a barely-there smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

“I hate you both,” Kaeya muttered, but the twinkle in his eye betrayed his words.

“Good,” you chirped, plopping down beside him, shivering but grinning. “Now let’s go inside before I freeze to death.”

“Agreed,” Diluc said, already turning toward the winery.

“Race you,” Kaeya challenged, a glint of mischief returning.

“Absolutely not,” Diluc deadpanned.

“Come on, big brother,” Kaeya teased, his grin widening. “Don’t tell me you’re tired already.”

You just shook your head, sighing deeply as you trudged after them.

You loved these idiots.

Even if they were the reason you were soaked, freezing, and plotting their demise the next time snow graced Mondstadt. But for now?

You wouldn’t trade this for anything.

Frostbitten Kisses and Snowy Confessions

The wind nipped at your nose as the first snow of the season blanketed Mondstadt, painting the familiar cobblestone streets and towering city walls in a pristine white. You had barely stepped outside the gates before a chill ran down your spine, the icy air biting through your coat despite the layers you had bundled yourself in.

Kaeya had insisted you go out with him to "enjoy the beauty of the season"—his words, not yours—and honestly, you had been hesitant. It wasn’t that you didn’t like the snow, but the cold was another story. And knowing Kaeya, there was always an ulterior motive. But when he flashed that damn smile, all cocky and charming, with a promise of warming up together afterward? You were a goner.

Now, you were standing by the bridge overlooking Cider Lake, watching how the water had frozen over just enough for a thin layer of ice to shimmer under the afternoon sun. Kaeya stood beside you, leaning against the stone railing with an air of nonchalance, the wind teasing through his azure hair. His coat was open—open—despite the biting cold, and he looked completely unfazed.

"You're going to freeze," you muttered, tugging your scarf tighter around your neck, cheeks already flushed from the chill.

Kaeya's eye slid to you, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Oh? And here I thought you'd warm me up if I did."

You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t stop the little smile that crept onto your face. "Maybe I should let you freeze a little. Teach you a lesson."

His hand found yours, gloved fingers intertwining with yours as he brought them to his lips, brushing a featherlight kiss over the fabric. "Now, now," he murmured against your knuckles, voice a soft purr that sent warmth cascading down your spine. "Would you really be that cruel to me?"

You opened your mouth to retort, but the glint in his eye told you he knew exactly what he was doing.

"You know," he drawled, releasing your hand but staying close, his body brushing against yours as he leaned in slightly, "all this snow is just going to waste."

You blinked. "What?"

Kaeya grinned, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Don't you think it's a shame no one's having a little fun with it?"

Your brow furrowed. "Kaeya, what are you—"

SMACK.

Something cold and wet exploded against your shoulder, soaking into the fabric of your coat.

You froze.(haha get it)

Slowly, slowly, you turned your head, wide-eyed and disbelieving, to find Kaeya standing a few steps away now, looking entirely too pleased with himself.

"Did you just—"

He was already bending down, gathering another handful of snow, packing it effortlessly into a perfect sphere. His eye met yours, and that grin? Oh, he was asking for it.

"Kaeya Alberich," you warned, voice low, but he just gave you that damn smirk.

"Catch me if you can, sweetheart."

And then he bolted.

"Oh, you asshole!"

Without a second thought, you scooped up a handful of snow and hurled it after him, missing by a mile as he laughed, his breath puffing out in little clouds against the winter air. But you were not one to be outdone—especially not by him.

You took off after him, snow crunching under your boots as you chased him through the open field beyond the bridge. Kaeya was fast—too fast, damn him—but you had something he didn’t.

Stubbornness.

"Kaeya!" you shouted, breath hitching as you ducked behind a tree for cover, gathering snow between your gloved hands as quickly as you could. "You better pray I don't catch you!"

"Catch me?" His voice echoed from somewhere ahead, laced with amusement. "Oh, darling, I’m counting on it."

SMACK.

You yelped as another snowball hit your side, the cold seeping through to your skin.

"Alright," you muttered under your breath, narrowing your eyes. "You wanna play?"

You moved with purpose, creeping along the tree line, keeping low and out of sight. You spotted Kaeya a few feet away, crouched behind a pile of snow, another perfectly shaped snowball in his hand. He was scanning the area, lips pressed together in thought—perfect.

Grinning, you packed the snow tightly in your hands, aiming carefully—

Thwack.

The snowball hit him square in the chest.

Kaeya stumbled back, his eye widening as he looked down at the white splotch spreading across his coat.

"Gotcha!"

His head snapped up, and you saw the moment the playful challenge lit in his eye.

"Oh, you really shouldn’t have done that, sweetheart."

Your grin faltered.

"Kaeya—"

But it was too late. He was already charging toward you, a mischievous gleam in his eye, and you barely had time to turn before he tackled you gently into a snowbank, sending a flurry of white powder exploding around you both.

You shrieked, laughter bubbling out as you landed with a soft oof, the weight of him pinning you down just enough to make escape impossible. His arms caged you in, snow clinging to his hair and clothes, but he was grinning down at you like he had just won the lottery.

"Trapped," he murmured, voice dripping with satisfaction.

You huffed, breathless but smiling. "Cheater."

"Me?" His lips quirked, brushing dangerously close to yours. "Never."

Your heart hammered in your chest, and for a moment, the world was just... quiet.

The cold air bit at your skin, but Kaeya's warmth was all you could focus on. His body pressed close to yours, the scent of him—crisp, cool, and intoxicating—filling your senses.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice softer now, almost reverent, as his gloved hand came up to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. His eye traced over your features like he was memorizing every curve, every spot, every breath.

Your cheeks flushed, though you weren't sure if it was from the cold or the way he was looking at you. "Kaeya..."

"You take my breath away, you know that?"

His lips were on yours before you could respond, and the kiss was everything—warm, sweet, and just a little bit desperate. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, fingers threading through his hair as you kissed him back with equal fervor.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the cold air.

"You're shivering," he murmured, his lips brushing against yours again in a ghost of a kiss.

"Maybe if someone hadn’t tackled me into the snow..."

Kaeya chuckled, low and velvety, the sound sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

"Come on," he whispered, gently helping you up and brushing the snow from your coat. "Let's get you warmed up."

"Hot chocolate?" you asked hopefully, eyes bright despite the chill.

"Anything you want," he murmured, his fingers lacing with yours as he tugged you toward the city.

As you walked, Kaeya pulled you close, his arm wrapping securely around you to shield you from the cold. But even with the snow falling softly around you and the icy breeze nipping at your skin, you felt nothing but warmth.

Because with Kaeya by your side?

You were always warm.

Embers in the Snow

The wind swept through the Mondstadt countryside, carrying with it a flurry of snow that dusted the already frosted grass and glimmering rooftops of Dawn Winery. The air was crisp, each breath a puff of white against the winter chill, but the beauty of the season was undeniable. Snow blanketed the vineyards in pristine silence, the world hushed and peaceful, save for the soft crunch of your boots as you walked beside Diluc.

You tugged your coat tighter around yourself, the scarf he had given you wrapped snugly around your neck. It smelled faintly of him—of firewood, wine, something uniquely Diluc—and the comforting scent was enough to make you forget just how cold it was.

"I still don’t know how you convinced me to come out here," you murmured, your voice muffled by the scarf.

Diluc glanced at you, his eyes softening as a small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "You’ve been cooped up inside for days," he said quietly, his tone gentle, but laced with the quiet concern he always carried for you. "I thought... a little fresh air might do you some good."

Your heart gave a little flutter at the thoughtfulness behind his words.

"You're sweet," you mumbled, leaning into his side just a little, seeking warmth.

Diluc’s arm instinctively came up, wrapping around you to pull you closer. His touch was always so warm—almost too warm sometimes, but right now? It was perfect.

"Cold?" he murmured, his lips brushing against your temple as he spoke.

"Mmhm," you hummed, burrowing against him with a sigh. "You’re like a walking heater. I’m using you for warmth."

A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest. "I don’t mind," he murmured, his voice low. "As long as you stay close."

You smiled, your heart fluttering again, but then—

Thwack.

Something cold and wet hit the side of your leg, and you blinked, confusion washing over you.

"What was that?"

You barely had time to register what had happened before another snowball whizzed past your ear, narrowly missing you.

"What the—"

SMACK.

A third one landed squarely on your shoulder, sending a shower of snow cascading down your coat.

Slowly—slowly—you turned to look at Diluc, suspicion already brewing in your chest.

But his face was the picture of innocence, his expression calm and composed, though his lips were pressed together just a little too tightly, as if he was trying to suppress a smile.

"Diluc," you said, your voice low, warning.

"Yes?" His tone was perfectly neutral, but there was a glint in his eyes—a spark.

"Did you just—"

"I have no idea what you’re talking about," he said smoothly, but the way he was shifting his weight slightly, just a little too ready to move—yeah, you weren’t buying it.

You narrowed your eyes.

"Oh, you did not."

And then he moved.

You barely saw it coming—barely—but Diluc was already reaching down, another handful of snow gathered in his gloved hand.

Oh.

So that’s how he wanted to play this.

"Ragnvindr," you warned, taking a cautious step back.

He tilted his head, crimson eyes dancing with amusement. "Yes, my love?"

Oh, he was asking for it.

"You’re dead."

Before he could throw the next snowball, you bent down, scooping up as much snow as you could in one go and packing it tightly in your gloved hands.

Diluc’s eyes widened slightly—just a flicker of surprise before he schooled his expression back into calm composure.

But you knew better.

You hurled the snowball with all your might, aiming straight for his chest.

Thwack.

It hit him squarely, sending a spray of white powder across his coat.

And for a moment, there was nothing but silence.

You held your breath, watching as Diluc looked down at the splotch of snow on his usually pristine coat, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. His gloved fingers brushed some of it away, the movement slow, deliberate.

Then, his eyes lifted to meet yours.

Oh.

You knew that look.

You were in trouble.

"Diluc—"

But he was already moving.

"Run," he murmured, and the single word sent a jolt of adrenaline through you.

You turned on your heel, bolting toward the vineyards, the sound of snow crunching underfoot the only thing filling the air as you sprinted. But you could feel him behind you, his footsteps quiet but steady, closing the distance between you with alarming speed.

"You can’t outrun me, you know," his voice was closer than you expected, a teasing lilt lacing his words.

"I can try!" you shouted, laughter bubbling up despite yourself as you stumbled through the snow, slipping slightly but catching yourself.

"Careful," he murmured, suddenly right behind you, his voice sending a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the cold.

Too close.

You barely had time to react before you felt his arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you down into the snow with him in one smooth, effortless motion.

A surprised yelp escaped your lips as you tumbled down, landing in a soft pile of snow with Diluc’s weight partially pinning you beneath him. The world tilted for a moment, the cold biting at your skin, but none of it mattered—not when Diluc was this close, his body warm against yours, his breath mingling with the winter air between you.

"Got you," he murmured, his voice low, his lips brushing softly against the shell of your ear.

You blinked up at him, your heart pounding in your chest. His crimson hair was dusted with snow, his cheeks flushed from the cold, and his eyes—those beautiful, fiery eyes—were watching you with something that made the cold melt away entirely.

"Cheater," you mumbled, breathless but smiling as your fingers brushed against his cheek, wiping away a stray flake of snow.

"Perhaps," he murmured, leaning in just a little closer, his nose brushing against yours. "But only because I wanted to be close to you."

Your breath hitched, your heart pounding as his lips hovered just inches from yours.

"Diluc..."

"I love you," he whispered, the words barely louder than the wind, but they echoed in your heart, warming you from the inside out.

"I love you too," you murmured, and then his lips were on yours.

The kiss was soft at first, gentle—tentative. But then, his hand cupped your cheek, tilting your face up, and the kiss deepened.

His lips moved against yours with slow, deliberate care, you melted into him, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him closer.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the cold air.

"You're shivering," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, but filled with concern.

"Maybe," you admitted, your cheeks flushed, though you weren’t sure if it was from the cold or the way he was looking at you.

"Let’s go inside," he murmured, brushing his lips against your forehead, the softness of the gesture making your heart flutter. "I’ll make us something warm."

"Hot chocolate?" you asked hopefully, your eyes bright despite the chill.

"Of course, my love." he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.

As he helped you up, his hand never leaving yours, you couldn’t help but marvel at how—despite the cold, despite the snow—being with Diluc always made you feel so incredibly warm.

Because with him?

You were never cold.

Not ever.

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