Hey Can I Get This (pussy Drunk Boy Request) But With Diluc, Ayato( And Baizhu If You Write For Him)

Hey can I get this (pussy drunk boy request) but with diluc, ayato( and baizhu if you write for him)

HELL YEAH I'LL WRITE FOR BAIZHU

this is kinda different from the original request but I at least kept the "addicted to the reader's pussy" concept lolol. this was so hard to write but I'm content with how it turned out 😭

(warnings are color coded for each character/scenario)

★ warnings: nsfw/smut, Diluc is horny and doesn't know boundaries, ooc/indifferent Ayato (he gets soft later), neglect, slight jealousy, sex pollen, lots of creampie 🤤

[Diluc] ♡

When Diluc first found you, you were a slave, imprisoned by a Fatui Agent.

The sight of you in chains, wearing nothing but a tattered shirt with fear evident in your eyes drove him to a rage and he killed the agent in an instant.

He took you in after that and made you one of his maids.

You were indebted to him and needed to show your gratitude in any way possible. So you'd always ask if there was anything else you could assist with despite finishing all your duties.

Diluc thought it was kinda cute but he couldn't ask for too much from you.

One day however, he arrived back at the mansion late at night. He was exhausted from being out all day so he was looking forward to being in his comfy bed and getting some sleep.

There was barely anyone else awake so when he opened the door to his master bedroom, he was shocked to see you sitting on the edge of his bed while reading a book.

You notice his presence and look up with a happy smile. "Ah, master Diluc you're back. I was starting to get worried..."

Diluc just stands there silently as his eyes roamed your body. What were you doing in here? And your nightdress...it hugged your body and curves in just the right places, and in Diluc's drowsy state, the sight of your soft body was making his head spin.

You smile shyly at his staring before placing the book aside and shuffling your legs together. "U-um...master Diluc, if you'd like, maybe I could service you in a different way tonight..."

Your voice was sweet and Diluc found himself breathing a little heavier than before. He slowly shuts the door before walking over and shrugging his coat off.

You look up excitedly like a puppy whose owner finally just came home before he reaches out to gently grab your chin.

He wipes your bottom lip with his thumb. "Undress."

You were such a good girl, always thinking about him. So tonight he was going to reward you.

When he enters inside you, it feels like your pussy was fucking made for him.

His hips remain close to yours as slowly thrusts and he watches your face while hovering above you. You're softly whimpering and scratching down his back and he wonders where you've been his whole life.

The rest of the night is filled with nothing but slow and soft sex.

After that day, Diluc's libido spiraled out of control.

He was continuously fucking you any chance he could get. even if you were cleaning around the mansion, or cooking in the kitchen, or hanging the laundry outside in broad daylight.

Your body is just so fucking soft compared to his calloused hands and toned muscles that he can't keep his hands off of you. He's always squeezing your flesh and kissing your lips hungrily, wanting to feel your warmth and velvety walls around him once more.

But eventually you got tired of it.

"enough Diluc! Stop it!" You exclaim in annoyance before pushing him away.

He was once again trying to get under your skirt while you were dusting the paintings.

He backs away slightly in shock, his eyes wide open and he looks like a confused and hurt puppy.

"you're always trying to have sex no matter where we are! We almost got caught that one time outside and the other maids are starting to spread rumors about me..." You explain in a sad tone.

Diluc silently listens before his heart drops from your next sentence.

"so no more! Now leave me alone!" You huff before turning to walk away.

Diluc's eyes are wide before he swiftly takes action. Before you could take another step, he grabs your arm and pulls you back, earning a surprised yelp from you.

"w-what are you doing-?! mmph!" Your words are cut off by his lips and soon after, he picks you up and throws you over his shoulder.

Your face flushes red before you panic. "D-Diluc stop! Put me down!"

He doesn't answer you and only makes his way to the bedroom. So you've decided to be disobedient now huh? What happened to that sweet and compliant girl he used to know?

Oh well. Guess he'll just have to teach you how to obey your master again.

[Ayato] ♡

When the idea of an arranged marriage was proposed to Ayato, he didn't really know how to feel about it.

But hey, if it was beneficial to the clan he won't argue about it.

The first time you two met was on the day of the wedding. But after the vows, Ayato quietly slipped away from your side to converse with the guests.

If he was being entirely honest, he wasn't really interested in you. You were just something to help make his image look better.

After the wedding, ayato ignored you often. He would sometimes greet you in the morning before heading out to work for most of the day.

And he would always return at an extremely late hour and you'd either be asleep or he'd be too exhausted for small talk and would head straight to bed.

It made you sad. But you did your best to hopefully get his attention. You tried cooking him his favorite dishes and even woke up early in the morning to help dress him for the day.

But despite your best efforts, he showed no signs of interest.

You grew depressed and spent most of your time sitting outside on the balcony and staring off into the distance. until one day, a voice called out to you.

"hello there."

Looking up in surprise, you recognize the man standing before you. "O-oh, Mr Thoma."

He laughs. "No need to be so formal. You can just call me Thoma."

You smile slightly and nod. "O-okay."

He takes a seat beside you before talking. "I couldn't help but notice your gloomy expression. Is everything okay?"

You fiddle with your hands shyly and look away. "O-oh um..well, I just...miss my husband is all."

Thoma chuckles. "Oh yes, my Lord can be pretty busy sometimes."

Your eyes turn sad until Thoma stands up with a warm smile. "How about I go make us some tea?"

"o-oh, that'd be great, thank you," you quickly reply before he nods and leaves.

You go back to staring into space but what you didn't realize was that Ayato had actually come back home early today. And he just so happened to witness that conversation you had with Thoma.

He stares at where you were sitting at before gripping his coat. Seeing you talk with another man other than him didn't sit right with him. Did you forget who you're married to?

So later that night, he decides to ask you about it.

You're busy laying the plates out for dinner on the table until Ayato's smooth voice startles you.

"so..what did you and Thoma talk about earlier today?"

"h-huh?" You whip your head around in shock.

Ayato meets your eyes briefly while taking his clothes off to change into a kimono.

You quickly look away nervously, a hot blush overtaking your face. He's never been interested in what you've been up to. "U-um, we just..h-he offered to make me tea."

"oh. I see," after changing, ayato makes his way over before leaning over your shoulder, catching you by surprise.

Your body turns stiff as Ayato examines the food. "looks good."

"t-thank you," you mumble quietly before he looks over to inspect your face.

Your eyes widen and you back away subconsciously until he grabs your chin.

Were you always this pretty? Your skin looked so fair and smooth... He reaches out to stroke your cheek with his fingers, causing your eyes to flutter shut.

You meet his eyes meekly before shakily caressing his hand. Ayato's heart pounds from it until his eyes drift down to your body.

That's right. You've been patiently waiting for him every day at home, like a good wife. And you've been serving him without complaint despite his cold demeanor toward you.

His eyes soften and for the first time since your wedding day, he leans forward and kisses you. You're absolutely stunned but soon melt into it.

Now you're naked for his eyes and underneath him on the bed, shyly waiting for his next move. When he finally buries himself inside, a breathy gasp leaves his lips and he has to regain himself before continuing.

Oh, what has he been missing out on?

It felt like he was in heaven. He was in absolute bliss as he focused on your cute and adorable little whimpers and moans.

Such a shy, pretty little wife. Ayato was such a lucky man to be married to you. He just didn't see it before.

And ever since that night, he began worshipping you.

Every morning before he heads out to work, you'll groggily wake up from a tingling sensation in your lower belly and when look down to see what's causing it, you spot your husband's head between your legs.

He glances over with a warm expression, his lips glistening in your juices. "sorry love, did I wake you up?"

He'll urge you back to sleep, saying that all he wanted was to taste you before leaving for work.

But of course he'll always make sure you cum. He loves watching you come undone before you slip back to unconsciousness.

Sometimes he'll bring you to work too just so you can cockwarm him while he does the paperwork at his desk <3

And if someone decides to walk in with news or more documents, if Ayato notices them staring at you a little too much, he'll bounce his knee, earning a stifled moan from you.

It's silent and your face glows red from what just happened before the person quietly leaves. Ayato just chuckles while stroking your hair since you buried your face in his shoulder.

"sorry darling but that reaction really was too cute~"

[Baizhu] ♡

You were hired as Qiqi's babysitter when Baizhu needed to go out and do errands and such.

And Qiqi just adored you! She loved playing with you and would always ask you to come back soon whenever you had to leave.

But one day, you became sick from a mysterious illness.

At first you thought it was a cold but as more time passed, your body began to overheat and the tingle in your belly could only be relieved rubbing your legs together. But only slightly.

When you didn't come to babysit Qiqi, explaining that you were sick, Baizhu rushed over to your place right away.

You tried telling him that it was nothing to worry about and all you needed was some rest, but Baizhu insisted.

"I'm a doctor y/n. You have to trust me. I can help you feel better. And Qiqi was so worried about you, she demanded I come and see you." He chuckles.

So you agreed and let him in before he started his diagnosis.

He asked the usual questions like 'how do you feel', and 'how long has this been going on'.

You answered all his questions but Baizhu noticed there was something you kept doing. You were rubbing your legs together the entire time.

He points it out, catching you by surprise. "Y/n, if you don't mind me asking, why do you keep rubbing your legs together?"

You stammer your reply. "O-oh, it helps."

A mischievous glint appears in his eyes as he smiles. "Is that so?"

Now he knew what the problem was.

He looks back down at his papers before continuing. "Y/n were you ever perhaps exposed to a certain plant outside of the city?"

You give it some thought before nodding shyly. You didn't tell Baizhu about this when it first happened but sometimes Qiqi likes to go out exploring and of course you go with her.

Now you wouldn't consider yourself an adventurer so when Qiqi spotted something up ahead that caught her eye and ran off, you tried following before tripping and rolling down the hill.

You ended up landing in a bunch of peculiar plants that burst out some sort of pollen and coated you in it.

You groan while sitting up before spotting Qiqi at the top with a concerned expression. "Y/n? Are you okay?"

You laughed it off and reassured her you were fine cause at the time, you didn't feel any different but after a few days passed, symptoms started appearing.

Baizhu chuckles at the whole story once you finished and you couldn't help but feel slightly embarassed.

"so that's what happened. Well, now that you've told me everything, I think I know how to cure you," He smirks before approaching you.

"can you take your pants off for me, y/n?"

Your face instantly explodes red. "W-what?!"

"I need to confirm something," He states blankly like this was obvious.

You look away nervously but lean back and agree since you wanted to be cured already. He was a doctor so of course you could trust him...

Baizhu watches intensely as you drag your pants down before smiling when your soaked panties are revealed to his eyes.

"I knew it," he murmurs softly before reaching out to your clit.

You squeak and stammer. "H-hey! A-ah-"

Your words trails off into a shaky mewl when pleasure jolts up your spine and you throw your head back.

Baizhu smiles while watching. "This is the best medicine y/n."

After granting you one orgasm, Baizhu stood up before unbuckling his pants with a smile and sighed. "This is going to take a while..."

Once he slides in, his eyes flutter shut and he lets out a shaky sigh. You felt absolutely heavenly.

But he doesn't get to relish your gummy walls for long since you start whining for him to fuck you already.

The rest of the day is spent with sex since your libido couldn't be quenched.

You just kept begging for more and more and more and who was Baizhu to deny? After all, you are his prized babysitter.

He came inside you loads of time that it began to flood out of you whenever he slipped his cock back inside. Baizhu's going to have to remember to give you the pill later.

The endless rounds were starting to wear him out but you just kept going like you had endless stamina.

He grew addicted to the way your walls milked him. At some point, he just sat on the couch with his head thrown back while you rode him, releasing inside with a low groan each time you came around his cock.

It felt like forever before you finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

The next day you were cured!

And now whenever you come to babysit, Baizhu always keeps a small bottle of that pollen to use whenever he wants to feel you milking his cock again ♡

can I get uhhhh,, angst number 1 with dabi? Some kind of feel good shit, maybe nsfw but whatever works best!

fun fact(s): my hair has been every color but yellow (pink was my fav), I love music and I can easily fit into tight spaces somehow

tysm and congratulations!!!

you had!! pink hair!! omg, i've wanted to dye my hair pink or blue for like, six years but my mother would never let me OTL. thank you anoni!!

this prompt is definitely a mood also I KNOW I WENT OVER MY MAXIMUM BUT IT JUST KEPT WRITING ITSELF, oops

Angst #1: "I can't do anything right."

Dabi had been quiet. Well, even more quiet than usual. His tongue was sharper, sentences shorter, and his mood undetectable--the recipe for an oncoming breakdown, meltdown, whatever it could be called; your main concern was how it would manifest. Would Dabi take it out on himself and dip out on you for days, weeks, months in self-isolation like he has before? Would he instead take it out on some random jerk in an alleyway and burn him alive, yet also dragging Dabi himself down via the toll his quirk took on his body?

Any attempts to reach out to him would be fruitless and unsuccessful, only leading to Dabi pushing you away and telling you to fuck off in a lazy, dull manner. Dabi, whoever he was before he met you, had trauma. He had baggage. And while you refuse to label or view him as “broken,” during previous meltdowns he made it clear he felt as much. Yet, at any other time, he was haughty and cynical at the same time, cracking the “Well, don’t we all gotta few screws loose, babydoll?” that you’ve stopped rolling your eyes at. A defense mechanism. Diversion. Humour. Those were his favourite tools with which to deflect, with which to change the subject.

Doing so would only prolong the calm before the storm, typically.

And now the storm comes barreling toward you, as if you were bare naked on the shoreline awaiting the deadly tsunami coming toward you.

With your heart skipping a beat and adrenaline coursing through your veins like a raging river, you leap out of bed and run to the source of the loud crash that awoke you. It was the middle of the night. Was someone trying to break in?

You follow the lights, only to be lead into the kitchen. The messy, messy kitchen. Some of the lights were on, yet even so, you could see the mess. The fridge was wide open and the orange juice and milk were out on the counter, the latter tipped over and spilling out onto the floor. Eggshells were scattered all over, from the top of the range to littering the countertops, with their respective yolks and whites cooked into a failed attempt at a meal of some sort which had been thrown haphazardly into the bin. In the midst of it all stood your lover, hands on the edges of the counter and hunched over in his t-shirt and sweats.

“Dabi?” you call out, blood frozen in shock.

“I wanted an omelette.” His voice is normal volume, but it has a fiery spark of frustration to it. “I got up a while ago, and I was hungry. I can’t...” Dabi huffs, and you think he’s going to be calm about this, but that thought is squashed when he picks up the egg carton in front of him and throws it at the wall. “Can’t make a fucking omelette! It’s so simple and stupid and I can’t do it! Damn it!”

You flinch at the outburst, but you creep toward him. “I don’t think this is about making omelettes, Dabi,” you say quietly, calmly in your approach.

Dabi leans against the counter and slides down to the floor, burying his head in his hands. “I can’t do anything right. I was never enough and I’m never going to be. What the fuck!”

You rush to his side and sit next to him, putting your cheek on his shoulder and wrapping an arm around his waist how he likes. You hush him. “Don’t talk like that. It’s not true, okay? You’re so much more than enough. You’re everything to me, so don’t say stuff like that. Please?”

He doesn’t move or respond. You know the self depreciation had its roots deep into his core, that he probably even doubted you.

After a while of sitting in silence he turns to you. “Can you teach me how to make omelettes?” Dabi sounds more desperate than you’d ever heard him, and it puts a knot in your stomach.

You grin at him sweetly, running your fingers through his hair, which seems to calm him by the slacking in his shoulders. “Mm, do I love you?”

He gives pause, as if contemplating.

You grab his cheek firmly and push against his forehead with yours. “Yes, Dabi, I love you. And yes, I am more than happy to teach you how to make omelettes. Okay?”

Saying nothing, Dabi nods at you.

Simply loving Dabi wasn’t going to fix or cure him. But ensuring him that he’s not alone and that you’re there for him can help him cope and get even a little better. It would take time, but for this man you had plenty of patience.

Heard in Mondstadt (#40)

Fischl: Thy mother is so obtuse, she postulates that Barbatos is a hilichurl!

Bennett: Joke’s on you, I don’t have a mom!

Fischl: Fine! Thy father is so—

Bennett: Which one??

Fischl: Why art thou immune to all my parental witticisms!?!

If that is generally the dendro archon I can see why the Tsaritsa cut ties with Celestia. A continent wide disaster that crippled nations and killed two adult archons along with thousands of mortals and Celestia then thinks its a good idea to give a preschooler divine power and authority. That is incredibly unethical and a completely legitimate reason to give up hope with Celestia.

Like on top of all her personal losses, the likelyhood of her having kept a mental record of everything Celestia has done wrong throughout her rule as the cryo archon and the potential theory that she was romantically involved with the previous dendro archon. Celestia pulls that. That's enough reason to snap.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒

or four times Touya Todoroki almost told you he loves you, and one time he finally did

cw: GN!reader (one mention of them wearing a dress & heels), mentions of blood and injury, one brief mention of sex, hurt/comfort, angst to fluff, canon universe | wc: 6.8k

“When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it.”

“Start Here” - Caitlyn Siehl

#001

Touya wants to tell you he loves you the very first time he meets you, which granted, he realizes is incredibly fucked up—but he swears on what little he has that it’s the truth.

Withering away in a damp and cornered alleyway, he clutches his abdomen in hopes of stopping whatever bleeding is going on down there. He can’t bring himself to look, but he’s certain it’s there from the warmth of the spot and the sticky film now covering his hand. 

Yes, he’s been in this situation before—you’d think he’d have learned by now, based on the embarrassing amount of times he’s walked this same path. But he hasn’t, which is clear as he sits and quietly moans in his own agony. His burns continue to sting as a new layer of charred skin forms by the second, sensitive and exposed. The cut in his side throbbing so harshly that he almost feels a bit nauseous just thinking about it. 

As he’s mentally finding the strength to stand, he hears faint footsteps. If they’re truly faint, he doesn’t know—it could just be the effect of his vision coming in and out paired with the piercing ringing in his ears. 

“Are you alright?”

He can barely opens his eyes, but he does—and he sees you. 

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you, yourself (diluc)

pairing - diluc ragnvindr x gender neutral reader

word count - 2552

genre - angst with comfort

format - fic

warnings - changing yourself for the sake of others, crying, one sided discourse

summary - after a long day of work and fueled by exhaustion, diluc impulsively says some things he doesn't mean to you, his lover, and is confused when the next day you aren't acting like yourself and more like him.

a/n - yeah this is heavy. changing yourself to please others really sucks. additional note, the reader is a bit stylized for plot purposes meaning they have a bit of a personality to them but i still hope it makes for a good angsty experience. there'll be more of this topic with the other characters i write for which is why diluc's name is in brackets :)

content under the cut!

if master diluc were to embody wispy shadows and the darkness of night, you were a basket of sunshine and embodied warm, fuzzy bumble bees.

diluc himself wasn't exactly sure how he'd managed to fall at your feet, heart on his sleeve instead of locked away behind his chest. for someone who lives in the dark, you were the end of the tunnel, his bright light. he'd managed to stumble his way into love and yet you welcomed him with open arms, took his hands and said "we'll do it together."

you were no different, always the bubbly and cheerful one you'd found yourself at a loss for words when one day you realized the elusive and mysterious master diluc had captured your heart. in a way his liking to the shadows and quiet demeanor drew you in not unlike a moth to a flame.

you weren't total opposites though, after all a relationship needs to have some middle ground. you both loved chess, private time, and a good book in the early moments of evening when the crickets in the bushes that surrounded dawn winery had yet to come out.

a bit of an "oddball couple" (as kaeya affectionately referred to the pair of you), it wasn't uncommon for many locals to see your hand intertwined with the wine tycoon's as you walked towards angel's share—you rambling on about a pretty butterfly or the like you'd seen during your commissions today, while diluc simply nodded and listened along with a loving smile on his face.

diluc at first was hesitant to reach out to someone so luminous like yourself. where you thrived in light he lurked in shadows and he wasn't all that sure that his affections would manifest into anything meaningful. he can still fondly recall your comment on his perception: "to hell with opposites! i like you, you like me, that's all that matters!" you had said with the biggest grin you had to offer.

and you were right, despite your differences the only fact that mattered was that you loved each other. you both believed so at least.

but as of late, diluc's patience had been running thin. the lack of sleep combined with hours upon hours of work both for his business and for the protection of mondstat left him weary and lethargic. by the end of the week he felt little more than a shell of a man.

today, he'd woken up with a glorious three hours of sleep to his name, left in a hurry without the breakfast you carefully prepared (to which he deeply apologized with a kiss on your cheek), sat through countless boring meetings, and sifted through mountains of transportation and quality check documents.

by the time he was to bartend at angel's share for the night, the exhaustion was visible on his sullen face. the shot glasses in his palms felt as heavy as lead, and though drink orders came in through one end of his ear, they always exited out the other side like the faintest of winds. and something else brewed quietly within the confinements of his mind: anger fueled by exhaustion and frustration. he'd almost snapped at a nearby drunkard but managed to reign himself in, though he didn't know how long he could keep it up.

"maybe you should take a break boss..." diluc was brought back from his thoughts into reality when charles placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"...i'm fine," he meant to mumble, but it emerged from his lips more like a sour grumble.

he turned to resume mixing drinks when your hand came to rest upon his knuckles, stilling his movements.

"actually charles, he'll take you up on that suggestion. come on diluc." you gently pried the glass away from him.

"(y/n)." from his stern eyes and warning tone alone you could tell he wasn't happy with your interjection.

"i'm sorry, but you need some rest, even for just a few minutes." you smiled apologetically and took him by the arm, pushing the back entrance door open in the process.

the cool night air did little to calm the simmering anger and frustration that had been swimming in the deepest pits of his stomach for the past few days. in an attempt to get a grip on himself, he leaned his forearms on the wooden beams and massaged his burning temples with the tips of his fingers.

"feeling better?" with a gentle smile you placed your palm on his shoulder.

"...quite." he grunted, though his grainy voice betrayed his response.

"you don't really think i'd believe that right?" your teasing smile fell when he made no move to reciprocate or validate your comment. "you've been working so hard lately," you paused to collect your thoughts, and tried to pick up the mood with your signature brightness, "but on the bright side at least you've accomplished so much! i'm very proud of you and you should be proud of yourself too." still, no answer from your lover.

heaving a heavy sigh, you spoke up once again. "you're doing your best no matter what, i hope you realize tha-"

"must you always be like this?" the atmosphere suddenly grew cold and bitter, as did his voice.

"be...be like what?" your smile grew confused and began to feel out of place on your face.

"you drag me out here in the middle of a shift and for what- for me to listen to your rambles again?" he sucked in a sharp breath through gritted teeth and met your puzzled eyes, the ends of his fingers dug into the polished wooden banister in front of him.

"di-"

"there's no end to it is there? you simply ramble on and on and expect me to listen but there's only so much i can take. archons forbid you ever shut your mouth for once." the eyes that had looked at you so fondly this morning now burned with quiet passion, as if the gentle flips of a fan over cooling embers had begun to rapidly move up and down. you stood in utter bewilderment and hurt, each syllable of his words slapping you across the face like a whip.

diluc however, seemed not to notice the utter look of pain on your face. the rims of your eyes began to pool with tears as you desperately looked at him for any sense of rationality.

"diluc could we talk-"

i simply do not have time for this, please excuse me." he scoffed and brushed past you back in through the doors of the tavern.

and all you could do was stand there, watching as his figure retreated past the wooden door, and let his words ferment in your mind as tears cascaded down your face.

the words you so badly wanted to speak got caught in your throat and coagulated in place.

***

diluc doesn't remember how he managed to fumble through his last shift at angel's share, nor does he remember exactly how he somehow stumbled home and flopped into bed still wearing his day clothes. what he does remember is the feel of your hand on his knuckles, and nothing else. everything was a blur mixed in with exhaustion and frustration.

the morning greeted him with an aching spine that sent shoots of pain down towards his legs. unconsciously, his hands stretched out seeking the warmth of your body...

...only to find your side of the bed cold. his eyes snapped open and, though blearily, he scanned the room in search of your figure. perhaps you'd simply gotten up to use the restroom or change clothes. but much to his bewilderment, you were nowhere in sight. your side of the bed had been neatly made. the satchel you usually carried everywhere hung from a nearby rack in the entrance to the bedroom.

confused, he managed to clamber off of his awkward sleeping position from the bed and went about his morning routine. the feeling of going through the motions of his morning felt off without you by his side, reminding him to brush in circles instead of straight lines, or adjusting the broach on his chest while he fumbled with the buttons of your shirt.

he finished up and pulled open his bedroom door, only to jump in surprise when you stood there, fist raised as if you were about to knock.

"good morning." you politely smiled, looking at him with loving eyes.

the minute you opened your mouth, diluc felt a sick feeling crawl up his spine. your voice, it was odd, something he couldn't place his finger on.

"good morning, my love." he pressed a swift kiss to your forehead.

"i've made breakfast." there it was again, your voice. something was wrong, despite the fact that you looked perfectly normal, even your signature smile was on full display.

as if to silently ask you if something had happened, he placed one of his large, warm hands on your shoulder, the other finding solace on your cheek.

"you could have woken me up. i thought you loved my pancakes?" he spared a teasing smile, just for you, but it fell flat quickly. usually you'd make a witty remark or tease him just the same. but instead you simply stood there, that same smile on your face, and took his hand.

"the food will get cold." you spoke quietly, tugging him towards the stairs.

he obliged and followed but the nauseating feeling eating away at diluc's skin hadn't ceased. something was wrong, he could feel it. and yet as you sat down in front of him at the dining table and cut into your waffles, you appeared perfectly normal.

diluc mimicked your actions and stuck his fork into a strawberry. he looked at you expectantly, knowing that during the morning at breakfast, this was where you'd eagerly talk about the activities you had planned for the day. and yet you sat, munching on your waffles surrounded by a thick fog of silence.

he cleared his throat and met your eyes. "darling, what do you have planned for the day?" instead of going on an animated rollercoaster of dialogue like you usually did, you merely shrugged your shoulders and stuck another bite of waffles into your mouth. diluc frowned, now he knew something was up.

when breakfast had finished, he tried to pull you aside from the hustle and bustle around the winery but you took off with the excuse of needing to get to the guild early.

while he went through the motions of his day, he couldn't get his interactions with you out of his head. diluc hadn't feel the presence of that spark you held that he loved so much. what remained felt cold, and empty. it was quite unlike you to hold your tongue and keep your voice down, it bothered him to no end.

while he sat through meetings, the only face he saw was your eerily calm one. while signing documents, he could only remember the unusual quietness of your voice. these thoughts taunted him all throughout the day, he ended up abandoning what little work he had done in order to catch you before you scurried off towards another commission.

luckily for him, he caught you just as you were cashing in your last commission as dusk began to fall.

"(y/n) i'd really like to have a word with you." he panted, having run all the way from the winery to mondstat. one of his hands perched itself his knee and the other softly gripped your elbow. you nodded and let him lead you to the lake behind mondstat's walls.

"is something the matter my love? you've barely spoken a word." with both hands he took your face into his palms and thumbed your cheeks. his brows furrowed, creasing in the middle, the worry no longer held closed behind the cages of his mind.

you heaved a deep sigh and cast your gaze towards the grassy floor coated in the last remaining rays of sunlight, in favor of staring into his searing red eyes.

"i'm just a bit scared." you mumbled, reaching up to grip his charcoal coat. "scared? of what? have you been threatened?" you couldn't help but silently laugh to yourself and shook your head rapidly.

"no, none of that. i just...wish not to upset you." dumbfounded, diluc could only look at you with confused eyes.

and suddenly he felt his heart drop to the deepest pits of his stomach. the words he'd spouted towards you out of pure frustration and exhaustion hit him like a ton of bricks as he looked through the fog that clouded his memory. concern and worry replaced themselves with an enormous wave of guilt as his horrified face looked towards you.

"(y/n) i- i can't believe i said that i-..." his grip from your shoulder slackened as he stepped back, raising a hand to his mouth as the guilt in his stomach swished and swayed like a torrential stormy sea. you fumbled with your hands, a bit at a loss for words.

"i just wanted to make sure you were okay...i didn't mean to make it worse...i'm sor-"

"no, no. do not apologize, i'm the one who should be groveling at your feet for forgiveness." he interrupted you, running his gloved hand through his frazzled locks.

"diluc..." you took his hand that had been gripping his mouth and held it in both of yours. "i won't lie, what you said hurt me deeply. but i know you were just exhausted and-"

"no, please. don't make excuses for me. i've made a mistake (y/n), but i promise you," his burning hands found their way into yours, gripping them with a passion you'd never seen in him before, "i meant none of those words. i love listening to you, i love your voice- archons you have the most lovely voice. please, even if you are to leave me i ask that you never hold your tongue-" he opened his mouth to speak more but you cut him off by slinging your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you in a comforting hug.

"i won't leave you diluc." you mumbled into his shirt.

diluc's hands hovered in the air before holding you to his body in a desperate grip. "i deeply apologize, no words could ever describe how sorry i am that you heard those vile words from me, my love." you felt his trembling lips fall upon your temple, then your cheek. you pulled your face back to look him in the eye only to find tears running down his burning face. with a smile—a genuine smile—you rose your hands up and wiped away the streaks from his face.

"thank you, i really appreciate the apology." you pressed your forehead against his and brushed your noses.

he buried his face in the crook of you neck and breathed words you only rarely ever heard from him: "i love you." of course, you never needed to hear him say it to know how he felt, but whenever he did say it, he made sure to save it for just the right moment.

"i love you too diluc, thank you." you planted a kiss in his hair and buried yourself deeper into his embrace.

date published: june 25th, 2021