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Genshin Impact_Mondstadt_Masterlist

Rules and other masterlists

Albedo

romantic

„Albedo 2.0“ (male)

platonic

none

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Bennett

romantic

none

platonic

„Thief no more“ (gn)

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Diluc Ragnivndr

romantic

„After tiredness comes honesty“ (gn)

platonic

„Thief no more“ (gn)

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Kaeya Alberich

romantic

„Teasing“ (male)

platonic

Headcanon: with a s/o who likes hugs (gn)

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Razor

romantic

„A wolf‘s hunger“ (gn) „Petting“ (male)

platonic

none

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Venti

romantic

„Like a princess“ (male) „A little blushy“ (male) “Enjoyable discovery“ (male)

platonic

„Thief no more“ (gn)

Giving yall limited ideas like how im caged in the mindless pit of nothingness.

I DIDNT REALIZE I PICKED A WEEK FOR THE TIME LIMIT. 💀

《Embers of Longing》

[Genshin Diluc, Fluff Drabbles]

Pairing: Diluc x Gn!reader

Note: Image(s) is not mine and credit goes to its original owner.

Summary: Diluc seeks solace in the imaginary embrace of y/n, the one person who can unravel his stoic exterior.

The darkened room in Dawn Winery was illuminated only by the soft glow of flickering candlelight. Diluc, usually stoic and reserved, found himself seeking solace in the comforting embrace of a y/n body pillow. The flames of his vision may have been extinguished, but the embers of longing still burned within him.

As he held the pillow close, he imagined the gentle touch and soothing voice of y/n, the one person who could break through the walls he had built around his heart. In the quiet of the night, Diluc found solace in the illusion, allowing himself a moment of vulnerability that only the softness of the pillow could provide.

For a fleeting moment, the weight of responsibilities lifted, and in the warmth of the imaginary embrace, Diluc allowed himself to feel the connection he so desperately craved.

plz could you write a sub!colby brock x fem!reader

Im sorry but this is a x male reader blog so therefore I don’t do anything x female reader, also I’m Amab so I don’t think I can do any of the female readers any justice like the x female reader blogs do :(

Just imagining sucking an man off, tongue swirling his tip around licking the slit across with enough pressure to the tip of the tongue so that the taste of his pre cum lingers in the mouth, hand around his shaft weakly stroking it batting lashes back and forth while sitting on the floor between his thighs pressing your lips to his tip just leaving little peppered kisses worshipping it til you feel a hand in your head nudging your face forward with a jut of his hips as you open wide taking the cock into your mouth.

Just imagining your hands gripping his thighs clawing the meaty flesh just right leaving a mark of red across them.Slobbering sloppily all over his cock with your jaw locked open into place your eyes half rolled back as your nose presses to his pubes before pulling all the way off til his tip is slick in spit and touching your lips as you take a gasp before his hand slips down into your hair again and pushes you back down making you let out a eager moan at the taste of him on your tongue as you try and slip up the spit running down your chin

Just imagining He lets a few rough grunts slip as his cock pulses the next thing you know you feel the grip on your hair tighten as he shoves your face all the way down flooding your mouth with the lava like substance as the salt and bitter taste floods your senses to a whole new state of bliss when you feel the last pump leave his veins as he goes soft under your tongue.

Self indulgent rambles to feed my oral fixation <33

𝓛𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴 𝓶𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷

ft.Diluc With gn!reader Cw: Angst & unrequited love

"𝒮𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎, 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐼 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝓊𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓃, 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝓇𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝑜𝒻𝒻𝑒𝑒, 𝑒𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓅𝒾𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹𝓈"

It was a cold night in Mondstadt, not cold enough for snow but cold enough to keep most people off the cobblestone streets, and into bars or their homes. You were in your kitchen putting the apple pie you so lovingly made for Diluc into a white box with a bright red bow on the lid.

You hoped tonight would be the night that he would notice all your advances and hints about your feelings towards him, it was tedious to keep waiting for him to notice. Too many times you have gone to bed feeling annoyed at his obliviousness to your signals.

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts and grabbed the now neatly wrapped box and the Gray valley sunset drink that you made for him and exited your house being careful not to drop the pie or drink.

You began to think about Diluc again, he’s been your best friend since you two were teens and over the years you’ve grown a crush on him. He was always so nice and caring towards you, which comes as a surprise to most considering most know him for being cold and emotionless. But he’s never been like that towards you. Once again you were snapped out of your thoughts as you can hear Donna talking about Diluc

Although you don’t have anything against Donna liking Diluc, you find it annoying to constantly hear her talk about him. But you try not to dwell on those thoughts as you try to hurry before Diluc closes the bar.

You carefully make it up the steps before speed-walking to the entrance of Angle’s share. You make your way inside and notice no one inside, which means Diluc was about to close. Diluc was about to tell whoever just entered to leave before he turned around and saw you.

“Hello, y/n, what brings you here?”

“Hi, Diluc! I’m here to drop off a pie I made for you, and I brought you a drink too”

You handed the pie and drink to Diluc with a warm smile while he had a small look of surprise on his face

“Thank you y/n, how thoughtful of you.”

He said as he took the pie and drink setting it on the counter and then going back to getting ready to close the bar.

You frowned, his reaction wasn’t what you expected. You sigh,

“I guess I’ll have to tell him myself..”

“Hey, Diluc…Can we talk for a second?”

He stopped what he was doing before looking up at you.

“Yes? What’s wrong?”

“Diluc…”

“I really like you. And I just want to know if you feel the same”

“…”

You did it. You told him. It wasn’t as romantic as you wanted it to sound but at this point, you were done waiting for him. But now you were nervous, you could hear your own heartbeat and you could feel your face heating up from the pressure.

“I’m…Sorry y/n but I don’t feel the same... you are my friend and I don't see you in any other way."

"Oh.."

“T-that’s alright! I just needed to get that off my chest.” You said glancing to the ground, too upset to see his face.

“I’ll be leaving now..have a good night” You said quickly as you turned around to leave.

“Wait y/n”

You stop and look over your shoulder

“…I’m sorry”

You turned back to face the door before you let yourself out.

Once outside you feel the cold air hit your face, cooling your cheeks and the tears you didn’t know you were shedding.

You sigh as you walk back home with blurry eyes filled with tears.

"𝒫𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓁𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝓊𝓈𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝒻 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝓁𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒"

“𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞?”

This is of course part one I just wanted to post it for fun and am working on the rest of the story!! I will post the whole thing in one part once it’s fully finished!

DNI SHE/HER AND FEMALE READERS

Any she/her and female blogs will be blocked 😁

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Tuesday, December 23rd, 1845.

The roads were filled with cold cold snow that looked as soft as clouds and as white as paper while you were in your home reading a letter that came in not too long ago for you.

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𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋

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𝗥𝗮𝗴𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗿’𝘀 𝗛𝗮𝗹𝗹

𝗪𝗲𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟰𝘁𝗵, 𝟭𝟴𝟰𝟱

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙙

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀:

𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭

𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭 𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

𝗙𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀:

𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭

𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭 𝙭𝙭𝙭. 𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭𝙭

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚁 𝙰𝚃 𝟷𝟸 𝙾’ 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺

•❅──────✧❅✦❅✧──────❅•

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 𝐁𝐘 𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐗’𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃

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As he put the letter down, he thought if he should go and get the chance to meet someone there.. maybe even someone he never thought he’d get the chance to meet. He reached his hand over to get the piece of paper again, scanning it twice before grabbing the envelope it came in to see it was delivered on the 16th. He muttered softly as he rose to place the two papers on his nightstand, then went to his closet to open the wooden doors and check to see if he had a suit suitable for a royal ball.

The sound of birds chirping could be heard out the window, and the sun was shining right onto F/N, making him cover himself with his white bedsheets, letting out a groan in complaint that it was too early to get up! even though it was 10 a.m. and he had to spend almost all day getting ready. He heard the church bells ring, telling the town it was 10 a.m., but he didn’t care until he looked at his closet. There was a very special black frock coat, along with black trousers and black shoes, that were sure to have him blend into the crowd since he always hated royal events but loved seeing the prince. He wished he could run his fingers through it, imagining it would feel as soft as silk and the same with his skin... just as perfect as the rest of the prince.

An hour after imagining himself with the prince, he got up, muttering complaints to himself while still getting ready to do things such as taking a bath and cleaning his body about five times till his skin almost seemed red. Once out of the bathtub, he wrapped a towel around his waist, letting drops of water slide down his body and the water in his hair drip onto the floor. For some reason, he never dried himself normally. He always dried his hair like some dog, just shaking his head to get all the water out, getting everything around him soaking wet as if rain had come through his roof. humming a tune and going to his closet, grabbing his clothing, removing his towel, putting it with the rest of his dirty things he needed to wash, he slipped on his white button down, taking his time with each button, thinking about why the king would want a winter ball since he hadn’t done one before! He hadn’t really had a ball in a while, but it was definitely before he adopted Kaeya Alberich. He grabbed his coat, sliding his arms through the hole, then went on with getting himself ready.

Diluc Ragnvinder hadn’t gotten himself ready yet since he wanted to help with some of the preparations and to avoid talking to his father since all he wanted to talk about lately was some woman he’d have to meet because he was going to be a future king and "needed a queen" to rule with. Diluc didn’t even know if he was interested in women. He started questioning himself when he went out to the town to get some sweets from the bakery because he had a sweet tooth that day. He ran into some guy with hair that made him look like he had gotten out of bed just a second before and clothes that made him look like he hadn’t been to a shop in ages, though he did make the clothes look nice.

Diluc stepped back, dusting himself off, then staring at the male, waiting for an apology since he was the one running. "Watch where the hell you’re going!" the H/C male said, cleaning the dust off his pants, then looking up to see the prince there, regretting his rude words. "Ah-I’m terribly sorry your highness!" "Are you alright?" He asked with worry in his tone and his hands together, begging for forgiveness. Diluc was already slightly annoyed by his rudeness. He let out a sigh and laid a hand on his waist, questioning how fast his attitude changed just from seeing it was him. "I’m fine, don’t worry, but are you alright?" "You were the one who fell onto the floor," the redhead said as she extended her hand to help him up. The other saw his hand and put his hand on top to hold onto it and push himself up, wiping off any rocks or dirt that were on the back of his pants. "I’m okay!" "I'm very sorry again, sir," he mumbled, looking up into his ruby-red eyes, then a leaf in his red hair caught his eye. "Let me get this for you," he chuckled, reaching up into his hair to grab the green leaf and tossing it to the side. The prince couldn’t help but stare at his face as if it was an art piece. "Look away," he repeatedly told himself in his mind before realizing the two were only a few inches apart, his face heating up from it, then taking two steps back, his back hitting the bakery wall, a small grunt coming out. "I should-... I should get going," he said, clearing his throat, quickly leaving so his pink cheeks weren’t seen his mind filled with the face of the man who he ran into but technically he had run into diluc.

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There will be a second part maybe soon 😩

NEEEEEED MY READERS OPINION ON THIS!!!!!

(THIS IS FOR MY FANFIC “May I have this dance?” )

“May I have this dance?“

Pt.2

Diluc x male reader

DNI FEMALE READERS (FEM IDENTIFYING READERS)

THIS IS A SHORT PART!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: Swearing and terrible writing 😁

When the reader is on his way to the library and isn't paying attention, he runs into Diluc, who is on his way to the bakery for some sweets. After that day, Diluc can’t get the reader’s handsome face out of his mind and, since his father is hosting a winter masquerade ball for the first time, he makes it his goal to find the librarian, but is met with a sudden arranged marriage, ruining his chance to ever have a relationship..that is until he does find the librarian and the two meet for a dance out in the garden... and you’ll see what happens next!

The day of the masquerade ball had finally approached, and after helping all morning and noon with preparations, Diluc had time to get dressed, hoping maybe he’d get the chance to see the bed head he'd run into a few days ago. Masquerade balls were usually attended while wearing masks in the hopes that no one noticed who you were, but with his red hair, it would be difficult not to be recognized, making it less interesting. Just then, his thoughts were interrupted by one of the servants—

"Master Diluc, the Princess has arrived."

"Princess? Who and why?"

Your apologies for not being specific, sir—the Princess you’re going to marry." Your father wants to speak to you about tonight’s announcement as well.

I’ll be there right away, just give me a moment.."

Diluc finished putting on his black button-up with a sort of red vest (I don’t know the name) and making sure his clothes were alright while thinking about how and why the hell his father did this! So much for ‘I’m happy with whoever you choose to rule with’ bullshit. Walking down the silent halls with just the sound of his shoes echoing throughout, he tried to think of ways to escape meeting the woman. Jump out of a window and into a bush? No, the thorns would rip his clothing. Sneak out the door? No, the guards would see him. Oh, no! He should sneak through the garden! He (and the gardener) are the only people who go there. "Diluc

What’s taking you so long?

Crepus said from the open door just a few steps away, catching him before he could go through the back. "Dammit

..." he muttered, walking over the wooden door slamming shut behind him.

"It’s so nice to finally meet you, my prince." Jean Gunnhildr said, as she gave a curtsy in her beautiful blue and white dress. Back in

the village, the young librarian boy was out at a shop looking for any masks that would match his outfit. He was trying on some different ones that could match, like maybe a gold or a black or white, but none looked good. He slowly walked over to the owner, "Do you have any masks that have like royal blue and gold?" He asked with a warm smile, then, being led to one,

"This is the last one, I’m afraid."

"This one’s perfect, thank you."

He went over to a window where he could see his reflection and placed the mask on his face, tilting his head slightly up to keep it there and reaching behind his head to tie it, taking the trouble of avoiding getting some of his hair in the knot, then heading to the counter and placing his money down. "Thank you, have a good day," the happy (colored) male said softly, then walked out of the shop, attracting the attention of a few females. Hearing their whispers He thought to himself, brushing his hair back.

Soon, getting to his small home, he opened the door, going in and closing it behind him to see how much time he had left. "Alright, an hour." I should pass some time with reading, maybe? I already got my reading done at work! He went off to his office, sitting on his wooden chair in front of his wooden desk. "I can’t write in this darkness." he asked himself in a mutter, searching through his drawers, pulling out a small red box to open it and pull out a stick, doing what he did to get fire on it. He looked at it for a few seconds with his beautiful eyes, remembering how the prince made him feel like a spark or fire in his stomach because of how happy he was always near him, and reaching for the white candle, he placed the orange-ish red-ish fire near the tip of the candle to give it fire and light up a bit of the room enough for him to see his paper.

After a few minutes, he had the paper halfway finished, and it wasn’t just any plain ol' letter. It was a love letter, and it was to, you guessed it! The Prince!

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𝑀𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝒶𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒,

𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝐼 𝒶𝓂, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝑒’𝓋𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝑒𝒶𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝓌 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝒷𝒾𝓉 𝓇𝓊𝒹𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝓃𝒾𝒸𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒷𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓇𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒾𝓉 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊. 𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝐼’𝓂 𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓇𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒹𝑜 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝐼 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓎𝒷𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹. 𝒯𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒾𝓈, 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒. 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑔𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝒸𝓇𝒾𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝑒𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶 𝓈𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝓇𝑜𝓎𝒶𝓁 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶 𝒷𝓁𝓊𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓂𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 (𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝓎𝓁𝑒). 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓃𝑒𝓈𝓈, 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓌𝑒 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃.

-(𝒲𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓈)

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(If you can’t read: My dearest prince,

You may not know who I am, but we’ve actually run into each other a few times, and even after I was a bit rude to you, you were very kind and probably nicer than you should be to someone who ran into you and blamed it on you. I’m attending the masquerade ball this evening, and I do hope I get the chance to meet you and maybe even get the chance to ask for your hand. To dance, that is, of course. I cannot give a very descriptive description of myself, but I will be wearing a sort of royal blue on my clothing and a blue and gold mask with my hair (any hair style). Your highness, I hope we can meet soon.

-(Whatever you want to sign it as.)

You fold it two or three times before sliding it into the envelope, sealing wax going onto it, and then put it into your bag and head off to the Ragnvinder hall, waiting for the sort of crowd of people to get into the doors that would have music heard through them.

PART TWO IS FINALLY FINISHED!!! IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG-

THIS IS THE OUTFITS FOR DILUC AND THE READER (Readers is the blue and diluc’s is the red ofc) I WILL MAKE ANOTHER PART AND TRY TI GET IT OUT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!!! THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING!!!!

“𝐌𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞?”

PART 3

Diluc x male reader

Basically librarian reader falls in love with prince diluc but diluc is forced to marry princess Jean and I don’t wanna spoil anything but soon in later parts it’s basically gonna be forbidden love in the 1800’s!

Warning: Cursing, terribly written story, he/him reader

Fem readers DNI

Authors note: so sorry I take so long!!! 😭 School sucks and I got tons of hw- did I end this story terribly? Yes but you’re very welcome. I’ll get part 4 out as soon as possible!!!!! I changed the pov so now I use the reader as “you”

The librarian, now dressed in your best clothing, arrived at the Ragnvindr Hall, seeing people get out of their carriages and walk through the open wooden doors where music made of violins, cellos, guitars, and pianos could be heard. You walked through the crowd, seeing some women look at you and whisper to others about how good looking you are. You were just wondering what fine man was under the mask, but not hearing those words, your overthinking took over your thoughts, so you rushed off to find a restroom. Is my hair a mess? Is there something on my clothing? Is my mask on wrong? ’ The thoughts rushed through your mind as you looked down at the ground, hoping to find the restroom. You found it, so you went over to it, reaching for the doorknob until it was opened from the inside and whoever was there ran into you. "Shit-if the door is closed, that obviously must mean someone would be in there," a deep sort of raspy voice said in an angry tone.

The h/c male stepped back, rubbing your head, "You bumped into me!" You muttered, looking up to see the prince, but you only knew him because of his very red hair, which was hard to mistake for anybody else. "Oh god, not again," you muttered under your breath, "I'm sorry sir." When you saw him look around, you took a quick second to reach into your pocket, pulling out a mint and shoving it into your mouth because you never know when you'll be able to kiss him tonight, and who wants to kiss someone who has bad breath? "You're the man I ran into the other day, right?" Diluc sighed, looking at you closely, realizing who you were. He asked, raising an eyebrow

"Yes,your highness...I was hoping you wouldn’t remember."

“Why is that?”

"I was rude"

"I liked it"

"what?"

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Alright then?" You cleared your throat with the two of you now standing in an awkward silence till a woman’s voice echoed through the corridor, "Diluc, I’ve been looking for you everywhere!" Jean Gunnhildr waved her hand as a hello, holding her teal dress up to walk easier and her blonde hair moving as well, sort of side to side in a ponytail with the ends curled. She definitely was a princess, and one you could never compete with. Diluc had been looking at you in a way that he was examining until Jean tapped his arm and he turned his attention to her. "Hm?" He hummed. "Well then, I’ll get going." You reached into your coat, pulling out the love letter and handing it to the redhead. "This is for you," you whispered, with a warm smile. He grabbed it, letting his fingers slide against yours, and slid it into his pocket. "I’ll read it as soon as possible."

“Well then, I’ll be going."

"So soon?"

"Don’t worry, I’ll still be around."

Diluc nodded as you walked away and looked at Jean, hearing her talk about something about his father and how he kept asking her to look for you so they could dance, though she knew he probably wouldn’t want to, so she told him she’d be near the band talking with others if he wanted to dance. She went off as well, leaving Diluc to either go find you or go dance with Jean to have his father be satisfied with tonight.

He found himself at the doors to the garden, seeing you sitting on the bench staring at the newly grown roses under the beautiful star filled night sky.. making sure he looked alright. He felt the letter in his pocket. "Should read this before I get to him." he told himself, opening the envelope, getting out the paper, unfolding it to then read every word you wrote about him. He didn’t know you very well, but that doesn’t mean he couldn’t get to know you. He stuffed the paper back into his pocket, walking over to you to hear it humming. He sat beside you, hearing the humming suddenly stop. "I read it," he said quietly, tugging his lips into a smile, "you don't think I'm a creep now, do you?" "Not at all," he put his arm around you, letting his fingers mess with the collar of your shirt, "the only thing I think is that I’d like to get to know you". I'm a librarian. I'm a big fan of (whatever you want it to be), and I have a thing for very handsome men who also like to dance sometimes. You lifted your head up to look at him. "Well then," he hummed, looking up at the sky before getting up, having you sit up as he stood in front of you, holding his hand out. "I'm not a very good dancer, but I must ask, may I have this dance?"

You felt as if this was all a dream. You reached for his hand with a wide smile on your face and your cheeks warming up, but just as the tips of your fingers connected, a sudden ringing was heard, "Do you hear that?" You asked him, but it was as if he was frozen. More ringing like a bell... a morning bell "Diluc?" You stood up quickly, which turned into you sitting up in bed as quickly as your body would let you.