#I MISS DILUC!!!!!!!

[butteronabun]

Hear, hear!

Guys, so fortunately, last month - I reached a hundred followers on this blog account, and to celebrate, I’ll be taking DILUC ONE-SHOT REQUESTS! Yahoo! 🥳 [NOW CLOSED]

I’d like to thank everyone who has been with me on this short journey so far, and it has been a pleasure writing for the Diluc lovers. 🫂 Here’s to many more fics to share ~ 🤍

REQUESTS RULES AND REQUIREMENTS (UNDER THE CUT):

1. For the request format, I’d like to be organized, so please send the following:

diluc + trope/dynamic + au + genre + quote

(example: diluc + friends to lovers + modern au + comedy + “so this is weird, i know we’re neighbors who never talk to each other but i seriously need your help. there’s a monster— i- i mean, there’s a spider, and you look strong enough to become my knight in shining armor.”)

2. The quote is optional, but I would very much appreciate it because it’d be easier for me to write 😊🤍 Or dialogues could be an option, as well.

(example: diluc + friends to lovers + modern au + comedy

“so this is weird, i know we’re neighbors who never talk to each other but i seriously need your help. there’s a monster— i- i mean, there’s a spider, and you look strong enough to become my knight in shining armor.”

“…what?”)

3. Feel free to elaborate more on your request by adding a paragraph below the request format! Go crazy specific✨

(example: diluc + friends to lovers + modern au + comedy

“so this is weird, i know we’re neighbors who never talk to each other but i seriously need your help. there’s a monster— i- i mean, there’s a spider, and you look strong enough to become my knight in shining armor.”

“…what?”

diluc actually crushes on with the reader all this time so they’re not an entire stranger to him 🤪)

4. Please indicate if your reader is a she/her or gender neutral.

Now that we’re finished with the request format, here are some rules:

1.) I have the liberty to reject any requests who did not follow the format / who did not adhere to the rules / if it makes me uncomfy. (Sorry! 🙇🏻‍♀️ Though do send me an ask if you’re unsure 🫂 We cool here)

2.) I will not write any explicit NSFW, but mild suggestiveness is alright with me. Let’s keep it SFW guys! 🫣

3.) At most, I’ll be writing (hopefully) a minimum of 500 words and a maximum of 1k-2k words one-shots. 💞 Hope you understand! So at most, simpler requests will be appreciated.

4.) Exceptions. Please bear with me. I’m not going to write any of the following:

- high school / college au

- pregnancy

- self harm

- violence

- affairs

- yandere

Thank you for understanding! I’m looking forward to all of your requests. 🤍 Haveeee a w o n d e r f u l day ✨

Update [11/03/24]: Again, I won’t be taking any requests anymore. Thank you for understanding!

[moxie-girl]

im so normal abt sibling relationships in media i swear

[yuzuuu4]

happy birthday tangerine man

[pavosnoctua]

hunt

minors do not interact, ageless blogs do not interact

for @goxjo's Into the Omegaverse event!

cw: yandere, manipulation, abuse of power, non-con, afab!reader but very little pronouns used, pet names (princess, love, darling, honey), imbalanced power dynamics, stalking, general fucked up relationships, A/B/O, Alpha!Diluc, Omega!Reader, knotting, i did some very mild worldbuilding for this idek man, forced breeding, heat cycles, drugging, dacryphilia, unrealistic sex slight choking, some physical violence, modern day AU, extremely unhealthy “relationship”. I do not condone beliefs nor behaviors Diluc exhibits in this. not sfw

VERY DD:DNE

summary: You are an Omega with large dreams, and you proudly tell Diluc that you want to change the world. Diluc, however, has different ideas for you.

if i am missing a warning, please let me know!

When he first met you, it felt like an instant connection - like you two belong together. Or better, like you belonged to him. Diluc had never felt this way before about anyone - every Omega he had come across never so much received his attention that rumors had started to circulate about him, that perhaps his father had lied when he was born and he was simply a Beta masquerading as an Alpha. And Diluc had begun wondering the same himself, even with his baser instincts, he had no pull towards any Omega.

But your scent was sweet when you graced his office with a kind smile and an earnestness that dug at him. You were just a fresh faced journalist, such a pure thing - untouched, chatty, but not nervous. You'd told him that you wanted to change the world for the better, so that Omegas could live a life without an Alpha at their side and without having to get an Alpha's permission to simply live and exist.

That's cute is what he'd think to himself in the beginning.

"You have big dreams then." Is what he said out loud and you smiled a bit, but it wasn't as bright at first. He said the wrong thing. Diluc swallows. Somehow, Omegas are difficult to talk to - more sensitive, more emotional. "I mean - it's not that I don't -"

"It's not that you don't support it, but Omegas are at a disadvantage." You complete the sentence for him - speaking the words he did not want to say out of fear of offending you. "Silly Alpha, change doesn't happen overnight but it'll happen. Watch me." You talk to him as if he's an old friend and not some millionaire you were tasked to interview.

You are a challenge. And Diluc realizes he loves challenges.

He'd looked you up - Kaeya called it stalking, he calls it research. Somehow, he had managed to pull your number from somewhere, considered texting you - calling you, something before realizing that maybe his adoptive brother was onto something with such a strong word. It could put you off if he did, so instead, he goes the alternative route.

He emails you, asking if you'd be up for brunch or dinner. Something, anything, to get that sweet scent back. Anything to see that bright eyed look, the grin on your face, hear the challenge in your voice. Diluc hungers.

Much to his surprise, you'd accepted and chose a place. It's your favorite, is what you'd said in your email, where you'd attached a little smiley face. You might not like it, Mr. Ragnivindr, it's not one of those rich places.

That's okay, he tells himself and you. He can try anything just once.

The food here is greasy and gross to him but it goes well and you tease him for thinking about the idea of brunch - you're not rich like him, brunch is a rich person's thing. And Diluc accepts your little teasing jabs before realizing that the sweet scent isn't there, or well, it is but it's very much subdued. You're on suppressants and that bothers him.

If you were his Omega, he would not allow for such a thing.

Diluc swallows that thought, forces a smile and engages in conversation with you. You have many interests, many activities you like to engage in that you shouldn't, in his opinion. You're a delicate Omega, you shouldn't be rock climbing. Your soft hands should not feel such a coarseness. You boast about being able to drink your Alpha friend under the table and that's unbecoming of a proper Omega.

Each and every date after that gives him glimpses into your life - you do struggle paycheck to paycheck. But that never seems to deter you from anything. He could take care of you, if you were his.

If you were his.

You could be his.

(Planning has always been an expertise of his. He is a very patient man.)

And here you are - disoriented, tired, and oh so pliable.

"Good morning." You stare at him with exhaustion in your pretty eyes, your soft lips parted to talk but no words come out. "I'm sorry you're likely not feeling very good. I think you drank a lot last night."

You swallow - he watches the lump in your throat bob and all Diluc can think about is biting that neck. Marking you as his in ways that just cannot be undone. He hungers, how he hungers.

"Wh-what?" You groan as you sit up, rubbing your forehead. "I don't remember going out last night. I had - I had a report to write."

"You do not need to worry about such things." Diluc tells you, and the look on your face tells him that you're not that stupid, but you are confused. "Not while you're here." That seems to pacify the worry that must be running through your mind, and he does feel some modicum of guilt as he watches you collapse back on the bed. Your chest slowly rises and falls. You're prettier like this, he thinks. Asleep, vulnerable.

When you wake up again, it's late afternoon and you're panicked. Your footsteps pad hurriedly in the hallway, until you find him in his office, hunched over some paperwork. At least you have some ability to feel shame, with your expression and your head ducked down.

"Thank you for helping me, Mr. Ragnivindr. But I need to get going now."

Diluc looks at you. "Why not stay for lunch? You have yet to eat today." He can't have you go hungry, not when he's going to have you round with his pups. "

“I appreciate it but I have to go.” You tell him, the slight sense of fear hitting you in a way you never thought. “Seriously, thank you.”

“Stay.” He orders as if you were a dog, the command making you feel mildly annoyed. “Lunch will be ready soon. At least accept that.”

You draw in a breath and consider your hunger. Accepting help is a difficult thing.

Since you are going to be his, he will make sure you eat the best meals, have the best anything and everything you could ever want.

After an awkward lunch, where you don’t say much, Diluc humors you. You go to leave but the doors are locked from the inside and he has the key. There is a sick sense of satisfaction when you come to him, confused and worried.

You rally against him for a while - swearing, screaming, cursing. Behaviors he dislikes, behaviors an Omega should not exhibit. At first, he drugs your dinners - pacifies you well enough to make you sleep and stop screaming so much. The room he keeps you in, after you tried to escape by convincing one of the maids to let you out, is much nicer than that small apartment you had. Much better furnished too, so much so you can build a nest with anything you’d need. Blankets, stuffed animals, pillows - whatever you’d like.

All Diluc does is sit and accept it - calmly responding to your outbursts, not rising in the same heated fashion. It upsets you more.

One day, you do speak to him in a calmer manner - softer, maybe defeated.

“Diluc.” Your scent is sweet, it fills the air and he swallows. “I-I need my-”

“No,” he tells, firmly and watches you deflate. “My Omega does not need such a thing, you have me.” You shake your head.

“I’m not your Omega.” You argue. “You’re delusional.” Diluc sighs and leaves you be. He has other things to do at the moment, that don’t require arguing with someone so childish.

Your heat hits you a few days after - your pride does not allow you to deal with it nor ask him for help. But you’re miserable - hot, needy, maybe a bit nauseated. He stayed out the first day, accepting your demands for him to stay away from you. The second day had pillows thrown at him, shouting at him to leave you alone. You’d built your nest and it is a sacred place, but he ignores it.

“Let me help you.”

“All you do is hurt.” You respond and he clicks his tongue. Terrible choice of words. “Go away.”

He ignores you as he gently kisses you - you hit your fists against his chest but they’re too weak and don’t hurt. Diluc continues to kiss you everywhere, your eyes, your cheeks, your mouth, your neck - everywhere and anywhere and you still flail against him.

“I’m trying to help you.” He breathes, pulling away. “Please, let me help you, love. You’re such a mess.” He slides his hands underneath your dress, bunching it up as he trails them upwards and you go limp, allowing him to strip you. Diluc knows that every bit of your instinct is telling you to fight against him, but the pheromones he gives off is keeping you still. Or maybe you’ve given up for now.

Once your dress is off, he admires you as if you’re artwork - lovely, beautiful, needy. Diluc kisses the area just above your pelvic bone before ducking down between your legs and giving your slit a long, languid lick. You taste so nice, and the noise you make is like music to his ears. He focuses on your clit, altering between suckling at it and licking at it, carefully and gingerly slipping his fingers inside of you while you’re distracted.

He pumps his fingers in and out of you, curling them ever so slightly at times to find that spot that makes you gasp against his mouth and makes your fingers dig into his skin. He is a feral thing, desperate and hungry for more reactions out of you - more cries and mewls as he eats you out as if you were his last meal. There’s a cry from your lips as you come around his fingers, slick and glistening in the light. Diluc brings his fingers up to his lips and sucks on them, watching you with delight as you stare up at him with horror.

“Good girl.” He gently praises and you shake your head, trying to push him away but he easily pins you down with one hand. “We’re not done, princess.” You try to kick him but a slap across the face stills you - and Diluc is frowning down at you with disappointment. A finger strokes the stinging area on your cheek, before lips press against it. “I don’t want to have to do that again. Be good for me, okay? I promise you’ll feel very good.”

You whimper and he smiles - kissing your lips this time, allowing himself to devour for just a moment. Breathless, Diluc pulls away and quickly unbuttons and unbuckles his pants. He has to be inside of you now, his cock aches and your walls are wet and soft and spongy.

He bends one of your legs to your belly, glad you barely resist him now - watching your eyes squeeze shut as he guides his cock to your wet, needy entrance and slowly pushes in. Your hands pull at the blankets beneath you and he hums.

“Good girl, be good. You’ve got this.” His tender praises fall on deaf ears as you let out a cry - his size hurts and he has to force the rest of his cock inside of you. Your hands reach and grab at his shoulders, nails digging in and he groans. You’re so tight, you clench around him with need. For now, he lets you keep your eyes closed as he starts to move.

Every thrust sends a jolt of pleasure through him and it makes you gasp, he kisses your throat, teeth scraping against the tender skin. Diluc desires to mark you up everywhere - just so you remember who you belong to, as he’s definitely not letting you go after this. His pace starts to quicken, pounding into you without a second thought as you cry, wailing everytime he hits a sensitive spot inside of you.

“Look at me, princess.” Diluc rumbles, his voice deep with need. You don’t open your eyes. “I said look at me.” His hand is at your throat, fingers gently pressing against it and your eyes open. “Gonna put my pups in you and you’re gonna love it.” The knot at the base of his penis forms and you whine, coming hard at the feeling. Diluc is gentle as he kisses you, massaging every bruise, whispering tender words as you sob a bit as his cum fills you up. Lips hover above the spot where lovers would bite. And he bites down, pheromones filling the air and you whine. You’re forever bound to him now, and soon, the knot shrinks enough he can pull out. Semen slowly drips out of your used hole and you sob a bit as his fingers shove it back inside of you.

You think he’s done, that’s it but the smile he has tells you otherwise.

“We’ve got all night, my love. Let me prove to you how much I adore you.” At his words, he slams right back inside of you and you moan. There’s something inside of you that slowly realizes that you like this - it leaves a bitter taste in your mouth but you cling to him as he fucks you into the mattress without much regard now, his own rut taking over.

“You’ll be the best Omega in the world,” he groans. “For me, only for me.” He’s releasing inside of you again. “Princess, my sweet, sweet love, you’re so good for me.”

That’s all you can be.

[rissaito]

dawn, break forth!

[averaillisa]

smoke & fire 🔥

[anantaru]

whenever i write smut for diluc i tend to forget to write the actual smut scenes because i always add too much descriptions of romance in the fics and how much he loves you, i just want to make it clear in my writing that his love has no bounds and how diluc loves you is very intense. listen, this man is such a passionate lover, he is blooming from how you allow him to love you until he feels how you become this beacon of hope to him. i just have to get my point across on this, he is so akin to mr. darcy from pride & prejudice, diluc is a good man, he is intelligent and kind to people, he protects them, he is wise too, funny in his own type of way. what else is that he would die for you. he would kill for you. he would conquer the world for you. diluc would do it all and look utterly handsome while doing it! case closed.

[burquillos]

Happy another day of Diluven December🍒🎄🎁

[huiyi07]

do you ever just

"Every line on this sheet of paper has a matching one right under it. From the handwriting, it looks like a child wrote on this first before an adult stepped in, held their hand, and taught them how to do it the second time." - 2.8 Hidden Strife Event

[butteronabun]

woah, it’s just so easy to be sentimental

– an alhaitham x female reader, fwb au

overview: this conversation with him was eventually coming—it’s alhaitham, after all.

wc: 1.3k

notes: this is a modern au! also, implied smexy times but nothing explicit happens. c:

“What do you even benefit from this?” You finally speak, after two minutes of catching your breath.

You’re currently laying on top of Alhaitham, with the side of your head buried on his enormous chest. He places the plush quilt on your lower body, and his hand stays on your back.

You hear his heartbeat calming down. 

But now, yours is the opposite. Forget about regaining your composure, now that the question is out—a question long overdue by the way—you have no choice but to swallow your anxiety and face it. You finally asked him. 

And this is a good thing, right? At least, even if his answer will probably shatter you just like how Cyno broke Tighnari’s window, the annoying questions in your head can finally shut up. Right? 

Who are you kidding? You feel like you’re going to combust. It's Alhaitham. Who knows what he’s gonna answer? 

“. . .You could actually choose other people than me to be your fuckbuddy, you know. There are far better candidates out there.” You remark, and you feel your chest tighten. Why is this so hard? You feel like breaking down. “Like, like. Um. I don’t know. Maybe that one girl from your Darshan? She seems really nice. Real gorgeous, too.”

Ah, yes. Here it comes. Comparing yourself to other women. Great. Now it’s harder than before. Sooner or later, you’ll have to participate in your own solo 'Try Not To Cry Challenge In Front of The Man Who Literally Folded You in Half Moments Ago.'

You feel Alhaitham’s pec vibrate on your cheek when he replies, “I have my reasons.”

Damn him and his reasons. You need his answers. Unfiltered answers. “Then give me one.”

You tense when his thumb of his hand—that’s still remained on your back—begin to rub through the fabric of the blanket. As your cheeks steam, you shut your eyes tightly from the sensation, wishing that Alhaitham won’t notice. But since he continues his ministrations anyway, it’s safe to conclude that he did. Sometimes, he’s a bastard. ( But you like him, though. And that sucks. Maybe. Maybe not. ) 

He supplies, “Our bodies are already familiar with each other. I’m not interested in getting intimate with another and testing the waters. That takes too much of my time.” 

Right. During your first and second sessions with Alhaitham, he seized the moments and explored what worked for you and what worked for him. What worked for the both of you. 

“Okay.” 

Perhaps, what he has said is already enough for you - but it’s bullshit in your own opinion if you think you’ll only be satisfied with that. You need to know more. Even if it’ll probably lead to your doom. Why can’t you just be relieved for once? Why are you always curious? Ugh, you really have it in you to become one of Vahumana’s top students! “What are the other reasons, then?”

His caressing comes into a halt. “Do you really want to know?

Wow. Now that sure is ominous. You open your eyes at that. The blunt Alhaitham asking you if you want to know? You lift your head from his chest and blink up at him in disbelief. You try to think of other things just so you can ignore the nervous ache in your stomach.

But it’s all pointless! Everything inside this room is all Alhaitham. Everything reminds him of you, because this is his room, for archon’s sake! You sigh heavily, and stare at his irritatingly handsome face. You, sadly, have no choice.

Even if you’ve seen this sight a hundred times already and even up close considering you’ve, ahem, with him, he still makes you flustered. One gaze and you’re out. One gaze and all your clothes are on the floor. 

Not to mention, it’s just so unfair that despite all the activities you’ve both shared, he’s still so attractive. And he’s glowing. How? Why are you so lucky? And out of all the people in the world, how did you end up in his bed?

The curiosity itches.

You poke at his skin repeatedly. “That’s why I’m asking? Why are you being sus, Alhaitham?”

He sends you a flat look. “Do you mean ‘suspicious’?”

You grin playfully at him. It’s hilarious to see him get offended whenever you use some slangs that he finds nonsensical. This is what he gets—you provoking him with words that he thinks are embarrassments to the languages.

Alhaitham exhales through his nose, then resumes on rubbing your back. “Give me a minute. I’m trying to weigh the pros and the cons. Apparently, it’s hard on my part because you are an unpredictable one.”

Your eyes sparkle. Now that the anxiousness has dissipated away, it’s replaced with excitement. “Ooh, this is new!” Alhaitham doesn’t open up much regarding his personal thoughts, so you’re relishing on this. “I’m a challenge to you?”

“Very much so.”

Really? A challenge for the intelligent Alhaitham? You? You chuckle, “Maybe you’re overthinking this!”

“Maybe I am.”

Then, you return to your position once more, content on making his chest a pillow. “So do you think I’m complicated?” 

“Do you want the truth?”

You huff. So many short questions and responses. You’re literally giving him the hint that he has the permission to tell you. “I didn’t reach out to you for nothing. What I like about you is that you’re brutally honest.”

Then, it’s quiet. 

Alhaitham’s thumb is still rubbing on your back. You grow a little worried, wondering why he has stopped answering. You’re about to raise your head again, until his available hand rests on top of it, preventing you from taking a glance at whatever expression he’s making.

“I have read a lot of books that are incredibly complicated—books that make people drop immediately because they find it hard to grasp and comprehend. Fortunately for me, I am not that type of person. I like the challenge, especially if it requires critical thinking. And in return, I gain new knowledge. I gain new lessons.”

Trying to make sense of it all, you hum inquisitively, “So, your point is?”

“So even if you are a mess—” “Hey!” “—Even if there are times that I find it difficult to understand your intentions or your actions, I have no plans of leaving you.”

Your heart performs somersaults. 

Oh. Oh.

All this? Coming from Alhaitham himself?

Impossible. There's just no way he said all that.

The words that you do not want to disclose reveal itselves anyway. “And. . .” You murmur, “. . .if you’re satisfied? W–will you abandon me like your other books that are gathering dust on the top shelves?”

“I’ll give you a chance to reflect on what you’ve just said. Your claims are as false as what the flat earthers fight for.” Alhaitham admonishes.

You are now the one who is rendered speechless. You don’t know if you should laugh again because the flat earthers became an example or if you should just stay silent. You don’t think you can take what he’s about to say next.

The organ inside your ribcage squeezes, and gradually, you quiver. The nervousness makes its grand entrance again.

You detach yourself from his chest once more, and meet his indifferent gaze. It’s expected, but your heart begins to pound when you realize that his eyes seem too intense this time. 

“Alhaitham. . .?”

“For the record, I don’t abandon the books. I read them once a year. And again, don’t compare yourself to bad similes—if you want me to revise it, I will be more than glad to construct one now.” The hand that’s on top of your head slides down, and he grabs your chin with his thumb and index finger. 

( Him and his habit of correcting your figures of speech. He always finds a way to insert this in every conversation, even in the most ridiculous and most serious of scenarios. )

“So,” Alhaitham lowers his eyelids, and you swallow. “Do you get what I’m trying to imply?”

You do.

And you’re not sure if you want to say yes.

Because once you nod or affirm, there’s no turning back from this.

[pipfrankenstein]

my two comfort characters

[bunicate]

mimi ! ! ! ! new genshin boyie dat has been catchin m eye iz ayatoooo ໒꒰ྀི ܸ. .ܸ ꒱ྀི১ veri prettie . . he’z so . . . yeah :3 wld luv 2 hear ur thoughts abt him — big bro ayato esp 🎀

milk ! ! hi bbie . i have to say that i luvvv that ur into genshin. ayato is such a gud pick in terms of being a boyfie for several reasons, but we have to talk abt ayato-nii specifically ♡ when playing genshin, there were two things that stuck out to me specifically abt ayato that i believe heavily influences his behavior with his litl sister ! !

1. ayato is a busy bee !

since ayato-nii is frequently swamped with loads of responsibility from being clan leader and the head the shuumatsuban, he’s unfortchie very stressed. i think the last thing he needs is to be worried about his dear little sister, so he develops some rules.

nothing too hard really. just some simple measures to ensure you can take care of yourself in his absence. but we also know that ayato-nii is very mischievous. you can’t touch your little cunny no matter how much u want to. he frequently does pussy inspections nd if you’ve been bad his punishments consists of edging tht makes u near tears .

2. ayato has values loyalty nd obedience nd prefers doggies ( a bad day for us bunnies )

he likes good girls who listen .he much rather reward good behavior nd gosh . . . I fink he likes when u grovel nd beg real bad. like in a very degenerative way … he likes a bit too much when u beg ur big bro for his cum nd to play with your sticky parts :c it turns him on sm but he’s soooooo good at hiding it. super calm n collected when ur brokenly asking him 2 fck u eeeeek

[chkn-kit]

silly little pathetic guy...

[yandere-romanticaa]

"You're a cruel person Master Diluc."

"I'm nowhere near as cruel as you."

The chatter of the tavern obscured most of the conversation you had with the redhead but you did your best to stay close to him. Tonight was like every other night - a full bar with various people, some were drunk others not quite there yet. You knew what today was but the annoying man refused to take your gifts, he even had the nerve to be annoyed. Feeling helpless, you decided to help him run the tavern in any way you could. Be it serving drinks, cleaning the counter or just chatting with the customers in order to ensure that Diluc gets a moment of quiet was the best you could manage. Diluc grumbled about everything you were doing and would constantly hover over you, his gaze never once leaving your body as he would rudely steal whatever you were holding and cleaning.

Petty is what he was.

"Diluc." you said with a firmer tone than before. "It is your birthday, is there nothing else you would rather be doing?"

He came to a screeching halt and Diluc thanked his lucky stars for being behind the bar because that way, you were not able to see just how much his arms were shaking. He just wasn't sure why they were shaking. Anxiousness? Annoyance? Anger?

Anger was a feeling that the man had become far too familiar with ever since he met you. It was never directed at you though, oh goodness no. It was always at either himself or the people who would surround you, the people who would take up so much of your time and would never leave you be.

As much as he didn't want to admit it the fact of the matter was that Diluc was a beyond jealous person.

All he wanted to was to spend a quiet evening with you, in his home, with a good meal perhaps. The two of you could talk and play games all night long, that really was the perfect way to celebrate his birthday. Heck, Diluc would have even allowed you to pinch his cheeks and pull his ears if it meant that you could stay with him. All he needed to do was ask you and you would surely say yes. You were a sweet person, like a little piece of soft candy personified into a human being.

It was such a shame that Diluc would lose himself completely whenever he was around you.

If he would ever even dare to open his mouth around you, it felt like a nasty little cat took away his tongue and he was ultimately forced to resort to pathetic grunts and weak replies such as yes and no.

You had far too much power over him.

That weakness of his is exactly what lead to this predicament - him and you, in the bar, surrounded by people that Diluc really was just not in the mood to even look at let alone speak. This was his own doing though, he practically forced himself to work this tiresome shift in order to avoid you for the rest of the evening and even that plan ended up backfiring on him.

You really were cruel, in your own little ways. The way in which you held his heart and possesed his soul without as much lifting a finger, it drove the tycoon mad.

Until he could somehow manage to get over his ridiculous fear he was reduced to nothing but a bitter and jealous man who would watch you from the sidelines.

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[temeyes]

happy birthday to the #1 grape juice lover

[newbieineverything]

Wonder if Kaeya thought Diluc hated him, because when Diluc returned to Mond he was so different than when he was younger.

The Diluc he knew wears his emotions on his sleeves, be it anger, happiness, frustration, sadness,...etc.

But this Diluc is...blank. He's serious all the time. Blank face, annoyed frown, sarcastic/tired/professional voice it's only one of those three.

His brother who couldn't lie, who could only be described as sunshine personified who he could hide, be protected, bask and work in his shadow turned into someone who's always annoyed at worst or plain tired all the time at best.

How guilty could he have felt, to be a reason in this transformation. When did he start thinking that the three years away did more damage and that incident wasn't the only reason.

Does he stay up at night thinking that if he didn't encourage Diluc to leave, some of his brother's old personality, his faith in the world could have been salvaged?

When was he able to get close to Diluc again? To realize that even after everything it's still his brother. Yes, he changed but beneath all that he's still the brother who loved him.