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fury unleashed w/ diluc
based on this blog post! <333 by @wri0thesley (part 1) warning/s: violence
I actually wanna finish this but eh,, I got sleepy :>>> so I just decided to do it by parts hhhhhh stay tuned ig
Hello, Hazel! Could I have a Divination Ritual for Diluc with jasmine, unakite and frankincense items? Thanks a lot ❣️💫
Jasmine (love, sensuality), Unakite (attraction), Frankincense (confidence) Diluc x gn reader | Divination Ritual warning: clumsy reader, reader smacks diluc in the face (on accident), pre-relationship pining,
Mondstadt. The City of Freedom, the city on the lake where troubles and worries rarely found hold, left in the absent gaze of their Archon. You loved it here.
The land. The people. The festivities that rolled around each season. A moment to welcome the spring, the Windblume festival in the summer, and a celebration to mark the fall of the land; though Mond rarely endured snowfall the people still enjoyed the festivities that came with the cooler seasons.
And it was this festival that drew the people from their homes and into the streets in jovial songs, lively dances, and tender moments with friends, family, and loved ones.
You watched your friends dancing, twirling, and spinning in the square. Their voices cascaded upward with the music, broken notes, and perfect harmonies. You laughed with them while they tried to coax you to join them.
"Come on!" they shouted, arms waving to bring you with them.
You shook your hands and stepped back into the crowd. You didn't mind dancing in your living room behind the safety of private walls that didn't care if you stumbled or ran into something, but, in public? You were okay with missing the opportunity.
It wasn't that you were a terrible dancer persay, just a clumsy one.
Your more spirited friend ran to you, her face bright in the swaying lanterns above. The shades of red, orange, and amber decorate the massive pillars draped in elegant cloth. If anyone deserved to be under them, it was certainly them.
"Please join us," she begged. Her hands cupped yours and tugged you gently toward the center of the square.
"I'll hurt someone. Remember last time?"
"It'll be fine! Come on - please? It's not as much fun without you." Her pouting lips twisted your resolve. She was so good at making you cave. If she had a vision, you were certain the world would be in danger.
"Fine, but just one song."
"Yay!" She snaked her fingers around your arm and pulled you to the rest of the group. They greeted you warmly, their arms rising and falling with the music as their feet danced in rhythms you couldn't follow.
It took you a moment to join in. Starting slow, and confined, you swayed back and forth and bounced with the beat until the infectious energy from your friends brought more from you. The rhythm picked up and so did you. You spun once, cheers from your friends encouraged you to do another, and soon you found yourself galavanting around the square with wild arms and a wide grin.
You didn't notice how close you were getting to the crowd, or hear your friends calling out in warning. And before long, you whirled yourself directly into the last man you wanted to smack in the face.
Hand collided with cheek, and you came to a violent stop and cried out in shocked apologies. "Archons! I'm so sor-" The color drained from you at the sight of Diluc Ragnvindr holding the side of his face. "I'm s-so sorry - I-"
"It's alright," he said but his hand muffled his words.
"Hold on, I'll be right ba-ah!" You pivoted to to run to one of the nearby stalls but you didn't see the pile of crates until it was too late. Your shin collided with the side, pitching you forward and straight toward the cobblestone. You flailed, hands scrambling to grab onto anything they could. An arm coiled around your waist, catching you inches before your face met the side of the crates and you steadied yourself by digging your fingers into your rescuer's coat.
Panting, you stared at the ground. People chattered around you, their voices rising and halting the music. Your friends rushed to your side while Diluc slowly helped you stand on your shaking legs. He kept his arm near your back, close enough for you to use it to steady yourself but far enough away that it didn't actually touch you.
'Are you alr-"
"Are you okay?" your friend asked, worry in her voice when she approached. She squeezed your arm and looked you over for injuries. There were none, Diluc made sure of that. "What happened?"
"It's fine. I'm alright just, being me," you said, a self-deprecating laugh fluttering up your throat. You turned your attention to Diluc. "Diluc I'm so so-"
"That looked so scary! Thank you for saving my friend, Master Diluc."
"It was no trouble," he replied with a curt nod. He seemed unfazed by what had happened, his expression even, even when he met your eyes. Heat bloomed in your cheeks - cheeks, cheek. You looked at his cheek. It was red, and a slight cut peeked through the discoloration.
"You're hurt," you said while your friends roared on beside you.
Diluc lifted his hand a partial way but stopped before touching the injury. "It's no worry. Think nothing of it."
You didn't like that.
"Maybe we should go take a break? We could eat something, play one of the games by the church?" your friend suggested, and the rest of them nodded.
"Yeah, I think we've danced plenty."
"Come on."
Your friend tugged on your arm but you navigated free of their touch and instead held them instead. "Go on without me."
"What? Why?"
"I'll come find you, okay?" You smiled, nodded quickly, and tried to convey a thousand conversations in the intensity of your eyes. She seemed to understand when you turned back to Diluc and grabbed his wrist. "I'm sorry, but will you follow me for a second?"
You didn't give him a chance to respond as you tugged him through the crowd to one of the more secluded areas away from the lively festivities.
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"This will be a little cold," you explained and carefully poured water onto your small hand rag. Caping your container, you shifted to the bench so you could better see the cut on Diluc's face. It was small, thin, but bright red. You frowned. "I'm really sorry about this," you said as you pressed the rag to his cheek.
"You've already sufficiently apologized."
"Yeah, but it doesn't feel like enough." A trail of red soaked into the water and you shook your head. "I hope this doesn't leave a scar."
"It wouldn't matter if it did."
You huffed at his comment. "It absolutely would. I'm not about to be the talk of the down because I damaged the most handsome bachelor's face with my dancing." You dragged the rag over his cheek one last time before folding it so you could pat it dry. Without thinking you held his chin so his head didn't jostle.
"-some."
"Huh, what did you say?"
"You called me, 'handsome.'
You froze, rag against his cheek, fingers against his chin and when you met his eyes you forgot words for a moment. You scrunched your nose and focused on the cut. "It's common knowledge."
"Is it?"
"Yes. Have you looked at yourself?" -- what are you saying??? "Anyway, hold still."
"Am I not?"
"Fine, then stop talking for a second."
Diluc said nothing else while you finished your impromptu first-aid. If you were a vision user you might have been able to heal this in an instant, though with your luck your vision would be more likely to kill on accident than do any real good.
"There, I think that's about as good as it can get. Might go check with a healer at the church though."
"It's fine," he said and touched his cheek with his gloved fingers.
You slung your bag back over your head and adjusted it until it rested comfortably against you. Diluc stood first and for a moment you were sad. Perhaps you should have taken longer. It was nice. Being close to him like that.
"Will you return to the festivities?" he asked.
"Probably. I'm sure my friends are waiting for me."
"Ah, I see." His head dropped for a moment, eyes downcast but when you shifted on the bench they moved to you, as did his hand. "Here."
You paused, staring at his upturned palm. Nervous, you slowly lifted your own but hesitated at the last second. You could feel the leather, featherlight and rough against your skin.
Glancing at Diluc, you met his eyes and felt your breath catch in your chest. He wasn't looking at you, not really, he was looking at your hand. Fixated even. When you let it rest in his, your heart fluttered at the way his expression softened and the corner of his lips lifted slightly.
He helped you to your feet and you welcomed in the warmth his presence brought.
"Then I shall escort you," he said, his gaze lingering on your hand.
"Are you going to go back? To the festival I mean?" you asked and searched his face for answers to the countless questions floating up your throat.
You had known Diluc for so long. Had helped him during busy nights at the tavern, assisted him with supplies, and even helped him with the advertisement of his specialty drinks. Delusional thoughts had clouded your mind once before but this felt different.
You recognized that stare, that want in his eyes. You had it yourself each time you looked at him.
"Unfortunately I must return to the tavern."
"Work never stops for you, does it?"
"It does not."
You swallowed and breathed. "I can help. I mean, if you want?"
Diluc's gaze rose to your face and you hoped you looked alright. "Your offer is considerate but you should be with those you care about tonight."
"Okay."
He pulled his hand away and though he smiled, it didn't reach his eyes. He stepped back and began to walk toward the festival. "Then let us -"
"Let me spend it with you." Your heart beat wildly while you waited for him to register your words, to hear you for what might have been the first time in your life. Hand trembling, you held it out for him and waited, waited with the same erratic heart that - hopefully - felt the same moments ago when you sat on the bench.
Diluc stared at you. The seconds crawled by agonizingly slow and your mind screamed to take it back. To call the whole thing a joke and run back to the safety of your friends but as soon as he stepped toward you and took your hand in his, all those thoughts fell to the cobblestone like dormant leaves in the fall.
Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)
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authors note: hi! im gorgon and this is my first fic wowza :) i am definitely NOT a writer, but i had an idea i decided i wanted to do it myself >:)) this also definitely is turning into a slow burn type of thing i am so sorry haha. i usually like getting right into the thick of things but i just kept writing sos
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cw: uuuuuh none for now, no smut in this one! mutual pining, diluc is dumb and is trying to ignore his feelings for reader, fem!reader, arranged marriage trope, diluc learning to be a good husband blah blah
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