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when there’s no fics of my favorite character and i can’t write so i just have to make shit up in my head

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never seen a more accurate thing on tiktok

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It always makes me really sad whenever people call diluc "boring" or say he's just not an interesting character like Bro. After he had to kill his father because Crepus was in so much pain from delusion backfire, he returns home to find his brother is a spy. THEN he goes to sneznyha and spends around three years killing fatui soldiers, who by the way, have probably been raised to be soldiers since they were children. An angry 18 year old with a delusion caused such a stir that A HARBINGER HAD TO STEP IN??? Like. You don't have to like Diluc as a character that's fine, we all have different tastes i get it. But he's not just boring like?? Idk diluc in lore is fucking STRONG. He was a knight by like 11 and was calvary captain at 14. Had he not left the knights he would have been acting grand master instead of jean I don't doubt it. Idk man just give him a bit of credit he's not boring y'all just don't read character stories 💀

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# a puppet’s heart

( the day scaramouche realises he loves his s/o ) - scaramouche x fem!reader

a new emotion slipped through the cold, desolate walls of his heart that day - a foreign one, though not entirely unwelcome. The next pump of blood he felt it, lingering and overwhelming. He froze - not out of fear but out of anticipation. His hand clutched at his chest as he wondered desperately how. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible. But as his hand finally stopped trembling, slowly dropping to his sides with resignation, he knew why. Her smile - soft and always full of care. Her laugh - a sound that filled his senseless mind, consuming his very being. Her touch - delicate and remaining even after goodbyes were said.

Love. Admiration. Care.

Feelings Scaramouche had long discarded as useless - only bringing despair and suffering to his already long and miserable life.

She was fragile, unable to stay for more than a fraction of this hopeless life. He thought of what would come after, somewhere where she would not be. Not there to laugh at his stupid antics, giggling that he was too serious and should lighten up. Not there to clumsily delay his missions as she claimed with confidence he would be safer with her protection. Not there to always say the wrong thing yet somehow manage to say it in such a way where his heart - an organ he thought he didn’t possess - warmed and skipped slightly with amusement.

A dark and somber chill ran through him as he realised he couldn’t live in such a world. Not if you weren’t there with him. A reliance that scared him, yet also in a twisted, curious way comforted him. Did she feel the same way? Or would she find him pathetic for kneeling desperately to such a meaningless emotion? Did it matter?

Questions, some answered as soon as he muttered them to himself, some he knew would never be answered no matter how many times they were asked.

And despite the initial panic that took him in waves, that night when his head hit his pillow he felt a little lighter, a little less full of hatred, a little less despair ran through his veins. Replaced by something better and worse. Something that brought him anguish and relief. He knew what it was but didn’t let it escape his lips - as if it were a secret bestowed onto him, a gift he had to keep safe, treasured in his heart.

(a/n) bored and this came into my head - he’s kinda ooc in this but I tried to make it as realistic as possible😪

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Guys I absolutely NEED a slow burn fanfic right neow

I’m tired of the dabbles and smuts

I NEED A PLOT, CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, AND 50+ CHAPTERS I SHOULD BE CRYING AT THE END OF IT

Pls guys

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# nameless face

( you meet someone from your past but you seem to forgotten him ) — wanderer x reader

An intangible feeling I could never quite touch. something lost, only to be found in my dreams again.

I called out a name. one I didn’t know, one ive never known. yet I could feel it — ingrained in my weeping heart.

how could someone ive never known consume my mind in such a way. but still, as I reach out my arm, a small sound of desperation quivering at my lip, I recognise a forgotten feeling.

grief

but for who?

for someone who only graced my heart in long forgotten dreams?

fleeting moments that stayed burned in my senseless mind.

you have no face yet your eyes engulf mine and all I can see is the deep purple shine of your gaze.

who are you. I question as his eyes widen in shock.

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# where the rain remains

( trying to fix things with his s/o after a particularly tough trial brings a wedge between them ) — neuvillette x reader

fontaine’s skies wept yet again,

the cold, unforgiving rain ran heavily through the empty streets — flowing down the carefully sculpted marble steps, pooling in the small cracks that blemished the otherwise pristine stone like tears too long restrained.

neuvillette stood lost in thought, idly staring at the downpour that had now turned into a melancholic drizzle, his white hair slightly damped from the short walk to his house. he hadn’t meant to summon the rain — not purposefully anyway. but fontaine always listened to his heart. It heard the tremble in his conviction, the fracture in his usually calm nature, the sorrow pulsing through his fatigued body.

it was your silence that hurt him most.

you hadn’t even looked at him after the trial.

not as he delivered the verdict — guilty — not as the convicted was taken away, and not as the audience dispersed excitedly.

he had found himself glancing over at you trying to catch the rare emotion in your eye.

it hadn’t been anger. or disbelief.

it had been disappointment,

pure disappointment.

he knew that trial had been personal for you. the accused being someone you had known well, a man you claimed had kindness etched in his every motion, whose guilt was not absolute —circumstantial at best. you had pleaded in private, asking neuvillette to wait, to reconsider, insisting that there was doubt in the opposing sides evidence.

but doubt, in the ludex’s eyes, was not enough. not this time.

and so he watched as you left the courtroom without a glance back. cold. distant.

he’d hoped you would come to him, shout at him, argue like you always did. but hours passed by and nothing came. not even a knock.

he had to fix this.

the rain became heavier with every step he took, walking to the one place he knew he could find you, would you accept what he has to say, would you forgive him? what could even be said to make things right —

he had chosen the law over his own heart and now it ached painfully, a cruel punishment for his mistakes.

you didn’t look up when he approached. but you didn’t move away either.

“you’re upset..” he said finally, voice low, careful.

“your observation skills are as brilliant as always” you replied a faint sarcasm lacing your words, not bitter — but detached. you sighed before continuing,

“he didn’t deserve that sentence.”

neuvillette swallowed, a guilt encompassing his already strained heart. “the evidence was—”

“I already know what the evidence said. but I also know what it didn’t say.”

you turned to him at last, eyes rimmed red, clear tears of frustration and hurt threatening to spill “and so do you.”

he flinched. a rare, subtle motion, but equally hard to miss.

you looked at him then, not as the chief justice, not as the Iudex,

but as the man you’d come to care for. the man who read poetry to you in the quiet mornings. the man who listened intently as you rambled about trivial things that shouldn’t concern someone as busy as the ludex. the man who now looked as if he hated himself for hurting you.

the rain worsened.

“you always follow the law so rigidly,” you whispered. “but how can you see justice as just black and white, it doesnt always have to be in your set of rules — it can be mercy, sympathy. sometimes even just compassion.”

he stepped closer. longing and sadness seeped into his voice . “I know.”

The words hung between you, fragile and raw. A silence settles as you look deeper into his eyes — trying to find something, anything to indicate his thoughts.

you release another sigh before continuing,

“I saw your face after the verdict.” you say with a hushed voice “why didn’t you look victorious…? why didn’t you look happy…?“

neuvillette’s voice was quiet, but full of ache. “I upheld the law today, but I lost your trust. that is a weight I was not prepared for.” he confessed.

you blinked, your breath caught in your throat as you stared at him in amazement.

“I am not infallible,” he said, eyes meeting yours, “and though I serve justice, I am beginning to realize that I must learn to serve it with humanity. you are.. teaching me that, even if it hurts.”

You stepped forward. carefully. slowly. talking his hand and resting your head on his chest.

“I’m still angry,” you murmured lightly.

“I know.”

“but I don’t want to stay angry.”

he held your gaze, as though to decipher if you were telling him the truth. a flicker of relief breaking through his stormy expression as he realises you are being serious,

“then let me try,” he said. “to be better. not just for fontaine. but for you..”

you exhale shakily, then lean into his chest. his arms snake around you slowly, hesitantly, then with full certainty, as if holding you anchored him to something real—something warm.

the skies finally begin to clear, the sun shining through the now docile clouds — radiating warmth onto the streets yet again.

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