Far More Than My Love - Diluc
Author's Notes: I wrote this fic while listening to Dolly Parton's song "Don't Call it Love." (I recommend you try it, it's a really sweet song!) In initially it was going to be a fic for Twisted Wonderland's Azul Ashengrotto, but I just couldn't get it going so I spun the wheel of fortune and wrote it for Diluc instead. This fic has actually just been sitting a google document gathering dust for a while now, but I didn't know what to post today so it's finally getting to debut. Which reminds me, this is first Diluc fic I'll be posting which is both exciting and nerve-wracking since I've read a lot of good ficlets for him on here already. Reader is gender neutral as per usual. I hope you enjoy!
Type: Fluff/mild angst (kinda?)
Word count: 817
I sat, hand lazily intertwined with his and leaning against his side as we both gazed at the crackling fire in his hearth.
No one could have predicted that so much snow would start falling quite so suddenly. If they had, I wouldn’t have come to the Dawn Winery for dinner no matter how much I’d wanted to see Diluc or looked forward to Adelinde’s cooking.
But I couldn’t say I regretted anything as I sat curled up by his side in an oddly domestic scene. It was almost enough to be embarrassing…. But then I felt too at peace to get flustered.
His thumb casually swiped across the side of my hand, rubbing in an almost rhythmic manner that was oddly relaxing. I glanced over to see him staring towards the dancing flames, their golden light reflected in his ruby-colored eyes.
He was thinking about something. What exactly, was hard to say, but his thoughtful gaze was easily enough to make me curious. I tilted my head so I could better observe him, debating whether I should question his pondering expression or not.
Glancing down, he met my gaze, but his thoughtful, if perhaps concerned, expression remained, “If you were asked…. What would you say I felt for you?”
His question caught me off guard, but it did answer some of the questions I’d had. His invitation to dinner had been… sudden.
It wasn’t odd for Diluc to invite me over for dinner. He was, after all, quite affectionate. What was strange was that he’d done so in front of everyone over at Angel’s Share. Usually his invitations were more private, only being offered when it was just the two of us or even via letter. The fact he’d done so in front of so many people had struck me as odd. That, paired with the question he’d just asked, made me wonder if someone had said something.
Because despite being Mondstadt’s vigilante hero and uncrowned king, Diluc could be quite insecure sometimes. He seemed to have difficulty believing that I was happy being with him and loved him.
I had never once doubted his affections for me and I couldn’t be happier. But Diluc often seemed to question whether he was good enough for me. And that was sad, because no man could ever make me feel as loved or happy as he had done and would no doubt continue to do.
I frowned slightly, at both his question and my thoughts before shaking my head and offering him a reassuring smile, “That would be rather hard for me to answer. After all, I don’t know your thoughts or feelings at any given moment. But if I were asked, I would tell them that you loved me.”
He nodded, but didn’t seem entirely reassured. In fact, he turned to look back towards the flames with an even more pensive expression than before.
I frowned once more at my failed attempts to reassure him and found myself nudging him, determined to both improve his mood and change his thought processes.
He looked down as soon as nudged him with my shoulder, an expectant expression on face that made me smile, “If they asked you how I felt for you what would you say?”
He blinked in silent surprise as I echoed his question back at him. But then a slight smile appeared on his face, “I would say you loved me far more than I deserved.”
I shoved at him, half-playful and half-annoyed, “Don’t say that! You deserve every bit of love I give you and possibly more! Especially what with all you do for me and everyone here.”
He shook his head and opened his mouth, undoubtedly about to say something about how that wasn’t true, but I cut him off with a new question, “Well then, what would you say if someone asked you how you felt about me?”
He stopped, his gaze holding mine as a slow smile curved across his face. It was one of those moments where an impossible amount of affection glittered deep within his eyes. One of those moments where I didn’t see how anyone, including Diluc himself, could ever question his love for me or the fact that I loved him. Because how could I help but love such a man?
He twisted, carefully taking my hand in his, “I would tell them that you are far more than my love. Love could never encompass all of what I feel for you.”
I’d been fully prepared to tease him, but all such intentions had disappeared as soon as he began to speak. That gentle look in those red eyes that so many viewed as too intense, but I had long viewed as the greatest comfort in the world.
“If someone were to ask me how I felt for you I would tell them that you are my everything.”
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Oh I just love edging a cute boy toy until his brain breaks.
To just slide the head of my cock over his wet little cunt, gliding through his folds, teasing his needy clit. Rub right over his drippy entrance, dipping in every now and then but only slightly. Just to make him gasp and whine in frustration, desperation in his voice as he begs me so sweetly over and over again to just please fuck him already, please fuck me, Sir ~
To have him at the point where he's soaked, open and ready for me to just slide inside him in one go, to bottom out without resistance. And all he can do is thank me between the broken moans that are leaving his mouth as his poor pussy finally clenches around my hardness.
Will you cum if I move, baby? Hold back for me, alright? Try to be good for me.
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i feel like pogue!reader with rafe would have an interesting dynamic with barry. like, he doesn’t particularly like her - knowing her connection with the pogues, especially jj but at the same time he’s dealing with rafe and pogues as a collective have gotta stick together. he’s also just morbidly curious about how she and country club have became a thing.
barry laughs when he sees you walking into his place, attached to rafe's side.
"ain't that-"
"that's my fuckin' girl. so watch your mouth." rafe cuts him off before he can finish the rest of his sentence, which is sure to have something to do with the fact that the few times barry's seen you before, you've been with the pogues that rafe supposedly hates so much.
"your girl? is that right? well, pleasure to meet you again, m'barry-"
you look up hesitantly at rafe, wondering if you should say something back, and you briefly reflect for a moment just how different things used to be. with your best friends, with jj and john b and pope at your side, the group of you would go and make yourselves comfortable anywhere. they'd charm their way into the good graces of the host and you never felt like you couldn't just speak your mind.
rafe is different. you don't know if it's bad, if he's bad for you, or not. talking to someone when you know he doesn't want you to feels wrong, feels bad. and you like him taking lead, him showing you the way and calling all the shots.
so you smile at barry but don't engage, looking up at your boyfriend instead. he looks down at you for a second, but you can tell you did the right thing.
"sit down and shut up. c'mon, we got shit to discuss."
"tells me to sit down. in my own fuckin' house. i gotta tell you princess, you picked a real winner here in rafey boy-"
"did y'not hear the shut up part?"
a laugh escapes, though you try to keep it quiet. they go on discussing something that doesn't mean much to you, while you go on your phone and text your friends. rafe's phone rings, and he just steps away for a minute to answer. barry doesn't hesitate a second to get the answers he needs from you.
"so. you and country club. how long's that been goin' on?"
"um, a couple months."
"your boys know 'bout him?" you bite your cheek. they don't, yet.
"not yet. but, soon, i guess. waiting for the right time.." you mumble, playing with a loose stitch on your skirt.
"yeah. i'd get on that. not gonna be too happy, are they?"
"maybe."
"don't they hate your boy as much as he hates them? ain't that.. awkward?"
you think you should be offended by the line of questioning, but rafe talks about barry often enough for you to know that he's not a snitch, that he doesn't care. he's just curious.
and he should be. up until a few months ago, you were never seen without your boys, as barry put it. you used to be attached to jj's arm, permanent passenger princess in pope's truck and the twinkie. it all feels like a lifetime ago.
"i'm hoping we can all make amends," you finish softly, fresh waves of guilt washing through your body. it burns where it goes, a stinging similar to what your friends are gonna feel soon, when they find out you've been dating the boy who's been terrorizing them.
"for your sake, i hope so too."
"what're you two talkin' about?" rafe asks, coming back inside and taking his place next to you. he puts his hand on your knee, brings you in close without having to ask.
you hope it's all going to be worth it.
"nothing."
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got an idea for a fic that I can’t pursue:
Basically, The Blood God is offered his usual blood sacrifice. Screaming, crying, chanting, the whole nine yards. But his cult messed up, because Tommy isn’t actually an orphan. Like on paper he is, but Technoblade can sense it’s not true and is like ‘Bruh stupid worshipers can’t do anything right.’ So he leaves Tommy alone bc he can’t have his followers getting lazy and subpar with their sacrifices obviously. But then also he’s saddled with this mortal kid he doesn’t know what to do with and he feels kinda bad since it’s not Tommy’s fault the cult messed up. So he awkwardly tries to take care of Tommy while still trying to live up to scary blood god expectations and it’s a lot of extra work on his plate. General beauty and the beast type shenanigans of Tommy going from cowering from the big scary god to demanding (and getting) a piggyback ride mid big important ceremony.
Anyway, eventually they figure out why there was a mixup when Philza (normal human man, v angy) fights his way past all the cultist in pure mama bear mode ready to kill the blood god for taking his adopted kid. Only to find Technoblade half way through overacting a bedtime story.
Cue custody battle because ‘hey! That’s MY sacrifice!’ ‘THATS MY SON YOU YELLOW BELLIED FALSE GOD SON OF A-‘
I think some of the cultists end up converting to Phil since he’s somehow way scarier than the nine feet tall blood eyed boar god.
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