#diluc x genderneutral reader

[oceisastar]

MDNI

do not repost / translate / re-use my work in any shape or form.

diluc x gn!reader; orgasm denial, masturbation, grinding, tender, loving s*x, diluc is soft for reader

clutching at diluc’s back, your fingers dig into his skin.

“please, please, I need it so bad, fuck me, diluc,” you gasp, ragged. you’re dripping wet, the scent of your arousal thick in the air. diluc looks like it takes all his self-restraint not to just give you what you want.

after all, it was you who asked him to deny your pleasure. at least, at first. and diluc is nothing if not a man of his word.

***

“diluc?”

“what is it, sweetheart?”

your heart jumps at the nickname. he gives you a brief glance over his shoulder before continuing to read over the pile of paperwork on his desk.

you lean against the doorway, resting your head on the doorframe.

“are you going to be working late?”

“unfortunately, it seems so. since we’ve taken on more international ventures, the paperwork keeps piling up--i’ll have to have a talk with ernest about how to optimize our overseas revenue without it being at the cost of local operations. is everything alright?”

“yeah. i just miss you.”

he stops what he’s doing and looks up. his gaze softens and he sighs.

“i’m sorry, y/n. i know i’ve been preoccupied with work recently. there’s just so much to take care of...”

“but it’ll still be there, tomorrow, won’t it?”

diluc is silent, staring at the paperwork in front of him. you wait until he looks back again and you catch his gaze, softening your own. it’s that look, the one you give him when you’re about to ask for something. 

“come to bed, please?” 

he hesitates, but you flutter your lashes and he’s weak.

he pushes himself up off his desk, setting down his pen and striding toward you.

“give me a few minutes and i’ll be up.” he presses a kiss to your hand, “i promise.”

***

“can we try something tonight?” you say.

diluc glances at you as he takes off his watch, setting it on the drawer.

“what were you thinking of?”

“denial. orgasm denial.”

diluc’s face flushes red.

“why would i... why would i deny you that?”

“it’s not like you’d never give me the pleasure. but the delayed gratification... it makes it more intense. plus, we’d spent more time together.”

diluc looks doubtful.

“is that something you’d be interested in trying?” you ask, studying him.

“you’re sure you would... enjoy this?”

“i’ve only ever tried it myself but--”

“you did this by yourself?”

the image of your touching yourself flashes in diluc’s mind and suddenly his tie is much too tight.

you giggle.

“i wanted to be sure i wanted to try it with you, too. but that’s only if you want to as well.”

“i wouldn’t be opposed to it. though, it will be difficult not to just give you what you want. those eyes...” he steps closer, running his thumb across your cheek. “they’re very convincing when they want to be.”

you bite your lip before launching yourself at him. he catches you, making a surprised noise into your mouth, the two of you falling back onto the bed. you let your hands run all over his chest, groping him.

he moans into your mouth, pulling away with a flush on his face.

“master diluc, you look so good like this.”

“ah, please. don’t say such things.”

“why not? you’re handsome and you should know that.”

he gives you an embarrassed smile, but you don’t let him turn away. instead you take his face and kiss him deeply. diluc grasps at your ass, kneading the soft flesh.

the two of you gasp into each other’s mouths, diluc growing hard underneath you.

your eyes light up as diluc’s gaze grows warm. his hands trail up your upper thighs, slotting you against him so you’re grinding right on top of his dick. he exhales out of his mouth, eyes rolling back in his head.

***

it’s been almost an hour of you two grinding against each other, room hot and your bodies sweaty. somewhere in the middle, the two of you stripped your clothes off, throwing them aside.

diluc is standing on his knees, you spread out for him, waiting, wanting. diluc’s dick is hard against his stomach, pre-cum smeared across his skin.

you’re trying to bait him into fucking you, but he’s managed to stay steadfast. you, on the other hand, find yourself lost in desire.

you grab his neck, pulling him close to you. bringing your lips to his ear, you moan into it, “need it... need you”.

your breath is hot and you can feel him full-body shudder against you, but he manages to pull away from you. while not giving in fully, he still indulges you, lifting your legs and pressing fluttering kisses up the back of your thighs. your exposed hole quivers and his dick twitches in response.

he inhales deeply at the scent of your arousal, of you, and begins to jerk himself off.

“diluc!”

though his cheeks are flushed, he stares at you with a heated gaze, getting off to your body. you throb with arousal.

he’s never done something like this in all the time you two have been together. it’s so hot you might pass out.

he maintains eye contact throughout, even when his strokes become sloppy.

“ah, hah, fuck,”

you can’t help it--you reach down and start rubbing at yourself, but he reaches down and pushes your hand away, leaning down without hesitation and taking you into his mouth.

the sensation is so intense that you cum instantly, back arching off the bed as you scream--at the same time as diluc, who doubles over, cumming into his hand.

***

you wake up to diluc gently wiping you with a cool washcloth. he looks extremely disheveled but satiated. he smiles gently at you when he realizes you’re awake, kissing you softly.

“are you alright? there’s a glass of water on the bedside for you.”

“i’m great. holy shit, that was intense.” you say, reaching over and taking a sip. you feel light-headed from the overexertion. diluc takes note, encouraging you to drink more water.

“you need to rest. let’s talk more in the morning, hm?”

he finishes wiping you down, then sets the cloth down, heading to the door.

“ah, ah, mister. no more work.” you hold your arms open as you yawn. when he realizes you’re not going to relent, he closes the door and walks back into your loving arms. he accepts the hug and lets himself fall into bed beside you.

you nuzzle into his chest, murmuring, “i love you.”

when you’re falling asleep, you hear him reply in the softest, loving voice, “i love you very much.”

[hiraethhh-h]

Surprise Birthday Party for Diluc

Wordcount: 706

Notes: Posting this 2 mins before Diluc’s b-day ends- whoops! Reader is gender neutral, enjoy!!

Planning a surprise birthday party for Diluc is no easy feat.

He’s very observant and would catch on quickly to your schemes, so, the best way to catch him off guard is to say you’re going to visit Liyue for a commission.

Knowing he’d want something simple and on the down low, the party would most likely consist of Jean, Kaeya (much to Diluc’s dismay), Amber, Klee, Barbara, Rosaria, and you.

Head of the planning committee would be Kaeya and Jean, since they’ve known him the longest.

Barbara and Rosaria would take care of the decorations.

Amber and Klee would handle the food and cake (But Jean would give Amber a hand since Klee and kitchens don’t mix well together).

You’re tasked with distracting Diluc and keeping him away from the Angel’s Share while the others set up.

Knowing Diluc hardly ever takes breaks, it's pretty easy to deduce that even on his own birthday, he’s still hard at work.

The gentle bird’s song welcomes you in as you step foot into Dawn Winery, passing by the vast grape-fields. In front of the house, you can see Diluc speaking to Moco whilst Hillie is sweeping away at the cobblestone floor. “Master Diluc, the Traveler is here.” you can hear Moco tell him. As you climb the steps, the redhead turns around to face you with his arms crossed. “Traveler,” he greets , “Done with your commissions already?” You nod in agreement, “Good morning to you too Master Diluc.” Paimon murmurs from beside you.

“To what do I owe this visit?” he raised a brow, “Let’s spend the day together, just the three of us!” Paimon squeaked, “If that’s alright with you.” you added shortly after. Diluc eyed the both of you for a moment before letting out a long sigh, “Very well, I suppose I could use a break.” He turned to Moco, “Tell Adelinde I’ll be out the whole day.” With a curt nod, the maid left his side to inform the woman.

“So,” Diluc turned to you, “Where to Traveler?”

The three of you went around the forest surrounding the Dawn Winery, slaying some monsters and collecting materials.

Soon enough, Paimon reminded you that time was nearly up.

You proposed closing things off in Mondstat near the Angel’s Share, to which Diluc agreed.

Before you got to the tavern, you stopped Diluc, asking if you could put a blindfold on him.

Diluc eyed you, contemplating on whether or not to agree.

Surprisingly enough, he caved in and leaned down to let you slip the cloth around his eyes.

Your fingers gently brushed against his soft and silky red locks as you tied a simple knot with the cloth. “Not too tight?” you questioned, stepping back to let him stand properly. Diluc cleared his throat, his cheeks tinted the faintest shade of pink. “No, it’s fine.” he replied. With those words, you interlocked your arm with his and led him forward.

Both of you approached the tavern, pushing the door open with your hand, you let Diluc enter first and stand at the entrance. Shutting the door behind you, you looked around to see all of the party members there. Standing on your tippy-toes, you undid the cloth fastened around Diluc’s head.

“Surprise!”

The redhead blinked as he took in his surroundings. “So this is what this was all about…” he murmured, glancing over to you. “I hope you enjoy the cake we made you Master Diluc!” Amber smiled as he walked over. “I’m… Sure I will.” Diluc nodded. “Ah, so the birthday boy’s in a good mood today.” Kaeya smirked, giving him a gentle pat on the shoulder. Jean shook her head at their antics as she turned to the male, “Happy birthday Diluc,” she murmured, “Your gifts are there.” She gestured to the table that had quite the amount of boxes on it. “You all shouldn’t have, really.” Diluc murmured, stepping up to the table littered with baked goods and food dishes.

“Oh, loosen up Master Diluc!” Venti smiled, shifting in his seat as he faced the taller male. Shaking his head with a sigh, Diluc turned to indulge the others since they had decided to plan all of this out just for him.

[scaramew]

SAYING SOMETHING OUT LOUD. multi

it's been on my mind quite a while. ( or, genshin characters + accidental confessions when they think you don't hear them.)

ft. diluc, kaeya, albedo, childe, xiao, kazuha x genderneutral reader

warnings : fluff, slight angst, blushy blushy, me bullying kazuha but its affectionate !1! i wrote this at 2 am editing tomorrow :]

DILUC RAGNVINDR. noctua

"i want to marry you someday." are the words he mutters when all he can do is stare at you, when he thinks you aren't looking. where diluc ragnvindr's entire mind goes blank — not a thought behind those pretty, red eyes besides 'oh god oh fuck' when you eventually catch him. diluc doesn't want you to know about all the ugly sides of him, about how rough he is around the edges. he doesn't want you to get caught up with him—he can't let the fire burn you like it has burnt everything else in his life.

he coughs, and refuses to acknowledge it ever happened despite your countless jabs to get him to say something—to say anything. it's quiet and diluc wants so badly to pretend it never happened, to pretend he never said anything because he doesn't want to ruin it—to lose you too. you huff slightly in frustration, and diluc resists the urge to laugh despite the situation he's put himself in. it's strange how you can make him smile even when it feels his mind is crumbling.

the silence settles and diluc can feel the anxiety ripple through his body as he steals a glance in your direction. just as he can get ready to apologize, your finger pulls his hand into yours. "we don't—we don't need to get married now, but in the future ... will you marry me?"

KAEYA ALBERICH. pavo ocellus

"i don't know if i love you yet, but if this isn't love then i don't know what is." are the words he whispers into your hair, on nights where he thinks you're asleep. where kaeya alberich is at the breaking point, teetering on the line between loving you and keeping you out.

on nights where all he wants is to say i love you without the fear of you understanding. the fear of you loving him because how can you love someone you don't really know? how can you love him if even he doesn't know who he is? you're a breath of relief to him and kaeya wants nothing more than to be able to breathe without guilt. his fingers rake through your hair, and kaeya knows—he knows he doesn't deserve to have you in his arms like this, but he can't help but be selfish when it comes to you.

you turn your head, your face only inches away from his, before kissing the tip of his nose and holding him tighter. it's there that kaeya finally let's himself close his eyes. there's so much you want to say, but for now, it'll have to wait till morning, when he can be completely sure you know what you're saying when you say you love him.

ALBEDO. princeps cretaceous

"you're my muse." are the words he replies with, nonchalantly when you ask why you have to sit still, instead of working like jean had told you to. on the days where he finds himself unconsciously writing your name in his notes, sketching your face in the margins. albedo doesn't even realize he's said it, he doesn't realize how the words affect you until he looks up from his sketch book to find you staring at him in surprise.

albedo doesn't understand love, he hasn't even fully grasped the idea of it, but it's obvious to everyone with the subtle reminders to take care of yourself because albedo doesn't know how to express his feelings any other way. "is something wrong?" he asks, concern laced into his tone before you shake your head, a smile growing on your face. "muse? did you mean that?" and his mind blanks, before the realization hits him.

"ah i didn't—well, i did mean that, but it doesn't need to mean anything if you don't want it to." he says in a panic, even if it's not obvious to most. his voice trails off before he finally exhales. you laugh, crouching infront of his sitting figure before pushing the bangs out of his face. his gaze remains focused on you the entire time, an eyebrow raised. his eyes widen, before muttering a quick "oh." against your lips. albedo doesn't understand love, but he thinks he can try if it's for you.

CHILDE. monoceros caeli

"i don't care about the fatui—about work, about my reputation, just—tell me to stay, tell me to come home and ill come home as long as it's you." are the words he whispers the night before he has to leave, again. childe knows he has to—it's his job, his responsibility as a harbinger, but when he sees his family, when he sees you, he can't help but feel like throwing it all away.

on nights where he can't let you go, his siblings having to physically pry him off to eat breakfast, on nights where he thinks if he doesn't hold you now he won't remember what your hugs feel like. childe doesn't cry—he doesn't want to cry in front of you, in front of his siblings because he's supposed to be strong, but he can't stop it when you make him weak.

he buries his face into your neck, promising to give you anything, despite him being the only thing you want. childe interlocks your pinkies, he promises a future. one where he won't have to worry about not being there to kiss you goodnight, but for now, you can only whisper your declarations of love till the brink of dawn. "i promise, ill be here when you come back, ajax."

XIAO. alatus nemeseos

"till the day i die—im not going anywhere, not without you." in response to a question you'd asked him earlier that day, one he was too afraid to answer. "are you leaving?" you asked, rubbing the tiredness from you eyes, strands of hair sticking out as you watch him from the bed. he knows—xiao knows that's not what you meant, not in that context, but the question struck enough fear in his heart that he had left without warning.

you lie asleep on his shoulder and xiao wonders if he ever really will leave. if one day the guilt that scratches at his throat whenever he says your name will be the last sign needed to push you away, for your own good. the sun is warm on your skin, and xiao hopes that somewhere in the depths of your mind, you'll hear the words he's too scared to say while you're awake.

xiao doesn't make promises, because he knows that there's always a possibility he wouldn't be able to keep them, but as the sun falls on your figure, xiao can't help himself. he never can when it comes to you. "you've stayed ... you've stayed this long, no going back, okay?" he sighs, and xiao can only hope you'll let him stay with you as long as he can. you hand finds it's way into his, interlocking them as you absentmindedly trace shapes into his knuckles. "no going back." you mumble into his shoulder before going back to sleep, and xiao freezes in shock, before slowly holding your hand tighter, tapping 3 times on the back of your hand. a silent 'i love you.'

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. acer palmatum

"you're everything. everything compared to whatever this world has to offer." are the words he says when you ask how his travels went. kazuha has never been able to stay in one spot for too long, be it because of the price on his head but because he's always been homesick for places he's never known, for places he's never been to. he's traveled so much, yet he's never been truly at home anywhere, because every time he says he's homesick, he really just misses you. kazuha would bring you with him if he could, because atleast that way he'd always be home with you.

kazuha plants kisses into your shoulder, trapping you in his arms the second he gets home. early in the morning when you've barely gotten ready for the day, adrenaline coursing through him because he's finally home in your arms. kazuha talks about the places he's been, wishing he'd brought a kamera so he could show you everything he saw, everything that reminded him of you while he was away. he talks about the people he met—stories that sound so bizarre you have to poke his cheek and ask if he's exaggerating.

"huh, they really .. don't come close to being here with you." kazuha chuckles. he talks like he's in a daze when he looks at you, and it's probably because he is. "you're everything. everything compared to whatever this world has to offer" he whispers, before laughing in an attempt to distract you from the blush on his cheeks and the things he just said. "wait what did you say? i couldn't hear you." you ask incredulously, while he only smiles, planting soft kisses on your neck. "nothing, nothing."

you roll yours eyes, fighting the smile tugging at your lips. "for the record, you're my everything too."

© scaramew — do not repost, translate, copy, etc.

[keokomi]

are we still friends?

in which goodbye isn't as easy as they thought it would be. ( or, my post break up headcanons. )

xiao, albedo, diluc, kaeya, childe x genderneutral reader.

warnings : hurt/comfort, modern!au, not proofread, me screeching about xiao haha woooeww unsurprising, are we still friends – tyler, the creator.

xiao.

cannot sleep at night, whatsoever. which is funny to him, because for so long the bed was so empty, and he slept fine. xiao cant tell why he can't sleep anymore, even if in the corners of his mind, he knows why. the bed is cold— too big, the heat coming from his comforter isn't enough anymore. his nightmares creeping up on him, yet no matter how tired he is, his mind won't quiet down.

no matter how much melatonin he takes, xiao finds that he'll never be able to replicate the warmth of your embrace.

xiao who hesitantly rings your doorbell at god knows how late at night, xiao who collapses into your embrace at 4:00am mumbling rushed apologies for waking you up so late, for coming back, for missing you and not knowing where else to go. his shoulders are tense, and xiao doesn't know how to breathe when you're right there.

it feels like he could pass out, but as you lead him up the stairs and back into your room, xiao asks you permission before kissing your forehead and apologizing, this time for everything.

albedo.

picks up on your little habits, and no matter how much they hurt, they're apart of his routine now. albedo who still checks up on you after your classes, asking if you ate that day, making sure you get home safely.

albedo who doesn't know how to explain his feelings, for once, albedo is at a complete loss. it seems he always is when it comes to you, his heart thinks before his head. tabs stick out of his books because after each sentence he underlines, he's reminded of you.

albedo lets you cry into his shoulder, holding the back of your head because no matter how much guilt swirls in his stomach, his first priority will always be you. it might not even be him you're crying about, but he hopes you know he never wants to hurt you again.

albedo who traces shapes into your back till you're asleep, his arm is going numb. albedo might be the busiest man alive, but he'll always have time to spend with you, every second making up for the times he wasn't, he'll be here when you wake up.

diluc ragnvindr.

doesn't know how to approach you. everything feels so dull without you, it's like you dragged every last bit of light from his life. diluc who leaves everything you left behind in the exact same place, because it kills him every time he realizes you're not coming home to him anymore.

diluc who calls you, yet his voice gets caught up in his throat when you pick up. you both sit in silence for a few seconds— for what feels like forever, because now that he's here, he realizes he's run out of things he can say to you, because no matter how close you two were, it feels like you're complete strangers now.

diluc's voice is hoarse, and it hits you that you've never heard him cry before, but as he takes a deep breath, all he can really say is "i miss you." because that's all it is, yet it's everything at the same time. he ends the call, only to be greeted by your contact again.

"don't hang up on me yet, i .. missed you too."

kaeya alberich.

never asked for his sweaters back, because he knew you'd never bother getting your own if he did, yet slightly panics whenever he sees you wear them, especially when his last name is on the back. it gnaws at his stomach, and this time in a bad way, because he hates not being able to call you his.

the bitter taste of alcohol washes down his throat, yet kaeya's mind is still buzzing, he can't get rid of the thought of you no matter how hard he tried.

kaeya who's still protective over you, of course he respects the limits, he respects that you weren't his, and he wasn't yours anymore, but he can't help himself, it's second nature now. he walks you home or sits with you on the bus whenever he can, even if your stop is farther from his with the half-assed excuse that "it's dangerous at night" even if it's true.

he does everything he used to, and maybe it slightly backfires on him because he's so used to kissing you goodnight that it feels wrong going home without doing so, but thankfully, it seems you forgot because he feels your lips against him anyways, it's new and achingly familiar at the same time, it feels like his first kiss again.

childe.

doesn't let you return the stuffed animals you both got together, or his so called "children" because he's sure that he'd think of you everytime he sees them, as if he didn't think of you on the daily anyways.

childe who still invites you to family dinners because he can't get rid of the fact that you're still family to him. he still hasn't told his parents, god forbid his siblings that you aren't together anymore, yet almost everyone can tell with the glances and touches that linger a little too long while you set the table.

he talks to you as if nothing changed, boyish grins as he flicks soap onto your nose while you both do the dishes. childe who can only stare with a bittersweet smile when he sees you asleep on the couch with teucer. childe still doesn't want to let go of you yet, especially not when you've left such a big impact on him as it is.

childe brushes the hair out of your face, wrapping a blanket around you both. calloused fingers run across your knuckles, he slowly leans his head against yours, he'll wake you up later, maybe he'll tell you everything then, but for now, he's content having you right beside him.

© keokomi — no reposts, translations, etc.

[gganyus]

“ DRUNKEN CONFESSIONS “

NOTES :

category : exes , minor kiss scene ( SFW )

prompt : drunk rosaria confesses her feelings for you

character(s) – rosaria , gender neutral reader

ships — rosaria x genderneutral!reader

WORD COUNT : 1,230 words 6,859 characters

With a soft smile, you watched as Rosaria takes another lazy swig from her wine bottle. Dilic gave her a questioning glance, drying a wine glass with a handkerchief before looking at you with an arched brow. You only nodded in response and nudged your head slightly forward, indicating he doesn’t have to worry about anything. Although he gave a small nod, he was still hesitant to leave you two, for this was the benevolent nun’s sixth bottle. He knew how excessive Rosaria drank, but this was the first time in his many years of working here that he’d seen her drink this much.

“ I fucking hate this job," she finally says, a hiccup bubbling its way out of her throat at the end of her sentence.

You giggled at her little groan in response, your hand creeping towards her laced back and massaging it gently. “I know you do, Rosy.”

“Hey…” Her head practically shot towards your direction, her dull eyes giving away a tiny glint of embarrassment as she narrowed her eyes at you. “Don’t use that nickname in public, I told you.”

“My apologies ma’am, but Diluc isn’t here anymore now, is he? I doubt he heard us from all the way there,” you teased, nudging your head towards the grumbling redhead tending to a dirty table.

“Mm…” Rosaria only moaned tiredly in response, resting the side of her face against her palm as she watched the booze form a mini tornado in her glass as she swirled it around.

You two sat in silence again. It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, as this is a common thing between you two. As someone who likes to keep to herself, and you who doesn’t enjoy much small talk in the first place, it was a blessing for you both.

You took notice of Rosaria’s pattern of her eyes gradually closing, then snapping back open again. You assumed this was the right time to leave now, so you got out your wallet— ah, well, you were, but you couldn’t feel your wallet anywhere in your pockets. Just in time Diluc came back around the table, and from the way you had gotten up from your stool, he got the vibe that you two were about to leave.

“We’ll be taking our leave now, Diluc,” you told him, ignoring the muffled whine from the slumped up Rosaria beside you.

“Who is paying for the drinks?” He crossed his arms, eyeing you sling Rosaria’s arm around your shoulders and lift her up from her seat.

“Yeah, um… about that,” you laughed nervously, the redhead still not looking amused at all. “I can’t find my wallet… and I doubt Rosaria has any energy left to even get hers out. I’ll pay you next time, Diluc. Promise.”

Rosaria let out a small scoff against your ear, her hot breath tickling your body. “And I thought I was the forgetful one in our relationship,” She whispered, her already raspy voice dropping many octaves lower.

Although Rosaria only whispered it, it was still loud enough for Diluc to hear, as he now hummed a noise of amusement.

“She really is drunk out of her mind, huh,” He said, regarding Rosaria forgetting your romantic relationship with her was something of the past. “Fine, I’ll hold you to it. Get her home safe.”

“Thank you Diluc,” you gave him a shy smile from his previous statement before helping Rosaria out of the winery.

You two walked closely together on the path to Rosaria’s house. Very close. Rosaria leaned her body against your side as to not let herself stumble, but something in you knew there was more underlying intent than just that. You two hadn’t been in such close proximity since, well, you two used to date. And now here you are, Rosaria’s intoxicating rose scent lingering so close to you as she was practically glued to your body.

Rosaria suddenly stopped walking, sending you almost tripping over her feet. You tilted your head down to look at her in worry, “Rosy?”

“I need to relax,” she muttered, detaching herself from you and leaning against the wall right beside her. She subconsciously dragged you with her, and wrapped her arms around your body as you stood there silently in shock. “So nice… and… warm…” She whispered, nuzzling her face into your shoulder.

“Rosaria…”

“What happened to Rosy? I said to call me Rosy when it’s just us two,” the nun whispered into your shoulder, another small hiccup leaving past her lips. You didn’t respond, still in shock as to the situation you’re in. Even in your past relationship she had never acted like this before. Seeing this side of Rosaria is very new to you, so you don’t know how you should even reciprocate your response.

“Can I kiss you?” The sudden bold question right against your ear stopped every thought that clouded your brain. You only stared at her wide-eyed as she brought her head up, the tip of your noses practically touching.

“…Rosy, you seriously forgot?”

“Forgot what?”

“We’re not together anymore. You broke up with me almost a year ago.”

Now it was Rosaria’s turn to stare at you wide-eyed. She grabbed onto your shoulders, and if it were even possible, leaned even more into your face. “Are you kidding? Why in the hell would I do that?”

You gave her a soft smile, your hands gently grabbing onto her wrists, “Because you let jealousy get the best of you.”

She leaned back into the wall behind her, her hands falling from your shoulders and crossing against her chest. “Jealous? Of what.” Any sign of intoxication had already dissolved from Rosaria’s face at this point, but being with her for so long you know very well she’s still completely drunk. She just covered it well.

“Because I was always with that ‘bitch-faced Lawrence,’ as you like to call her,” You mused, watching Rosaria’s face flush into both embarrassment and confusion.

“There—”

“It’s already almost one in the morning,” You quickly interrupted her, looking down at the watch on your wrist. “I think we took a long enough break. Here,” you silently signaled at your shoulder, but Rosaria only glared at you unmoving, her arms still crossed. You sighed, looking away from her intense gaze. “Please—“

You felt a chill at the back of your neck before your face was pushed forward, your lips crashing right against Rosaria’s eager lips. The taste of cherry wine against your tongue snapped you out of your short circuiting and you slowly, but hesitantly, kissed her back. At this point, you couldn’t even tell if she’s willingly kissing you, or being under the influence of alcohol gave her newfound confidence. Or maybe even both.

But either way, you were the first one to pull away from her inviting lips, as much as you didn’t want to. You didn’t want to admit it out loud to her, but you genuinely missed her. And what she just did probably made those feelings even stronger. I mean, it’s not like you were the one that dumped her in the first place.

“Ro—“

“Yell at me… all you want later…” She panted, interrupting you. She’s never one to get out of breath just from a make out session, you assumed it was the alcohol that drained much of her stamina. “Just… take me home.”

[asyliah]

Yandere!Kaeya x Genderneutral!Reader. Suggestive themes

Contains: Toxic behavior, obsessed Kaeya. Semi nsfw. Don't read it if your not comfortable!

A/N: This is my first time writing fanfic hehe so there might be wrong grammar here. I'll post the NSFW once I know how to write smuts... I might touch grass first--

We all know the Calvary Captain of Favonius loves to see people in a despairing state, be it with his scheme. Knights caught him smiling when he attempts to give punishment to every criminal he can arrest. To him, it's like the rush of excitement runs to his blood every time to see them in a sorry state.

And that doesn't also change when he knew you, Ever since his gaze met yours, he took interest and has been stalking you ever since. But Kaeya always insists it's just a Mere Coincidence or fate but you couldn't seem to believe if it's a coincidence anymore. Wherever you are and where you are staying he always finds you, but you were too polite and oblivious back then and you two ended up having a little 'Friendly' date.

Kaeya loves to pry something from you as if he was testing you. He always insists you on drinking together in the tavern, even his brother, Diluc always look at him with an irritating stare. His brother also tried to warn you about Kaeya, but you avoided it. You don't believe Kaeya is that kind of person.

Until your days become more worst, those people you were acquainted with before ended up in prison, dead or they try to avoid you. You could never understand why this was happening, and you ended up clinging to Kaeya, ang asking for his help. He promised to love you and protect you from all dangers. But little did you know he was the danger itself.

And one day, his obsession and possessiveness swallow him more and which ended up you imprisoned in his house. Kept only for him, hidden to sight and pampered. You despised him but you also love him. No matter how many words of pleases or cries you pleaded with him, it only fuels his ego and the house become harder to escape. And a word of advice- Don't try to run off from him or you will be punished.

" Y/N, Y/N.." Kaeya cooes and comfort you, he tried to wipe those tears coming from your teary eyes. But you tried shrug off his generous actions toward you, and Kaeya scoffs at your stubborn act. " get away from me," your eyes darted on him, covering all your body with a blanket.

Exciting! It was so exciting to him. Kaeya was not wrong about you, Y/n your indeed full of surprises. Just as you said you love him hours ago, later you will only spit harsh words from him? Oh y/n... Slowly you back away from him.

"You're a criminal... I should have listened to them--"

" Listen to what? To their lie? " Kaeya cut your words, earning a small smirk escapes on his lips. He crawls right into you from the bed, like a predator. Kaeya was not a good guy of some type, and as he grabs your two hands and pinned them hard on the bed. You can only squirm beneath him, but you tried to avoid his gaze " Ah~ Look at you. Just minutes ago you were being a bitch complaining about my generous act," Kaeya deliberately touch your hips, earning a little yelp from you.

Oh Dear Archons, he was close. So so close. His warm body pressed on you, and Katya's seductive appeal shows on you. Just his simple touch can make you feel hot and flustered as if you were enchanted by the spell. And you were indeed enchanted.

He grabs your chin so he can see your pretty face being controlled by him, " But I pin you in the bed, it's like you want something to me?" He smirked seeing the pleasure on your face, the face of needing his touch.

As Kaeya kisses your neck dearly and gives them love bites for him to remind you, YOU ARE HIS. Slowly and slowly, his touch made you go crazy. Head is spinning from pleasure and out of sense.

[oceisastar]

MDNI

helloooooo does anyone have any sub genshin thirsts 👀

[oceisastar]

MDNI

hello does anyone have any hcs of shy / nervous genshin boys? I’m in the mood for some soft boys 💛

[scaramew]

BEST PART. multi

you took the best part of me, when you left. you took my heart with you. ( or, the aftermath of a breakup. )

ft. diluc, albedo, childe, xiao, zhongli, kazuha x genderneutral reader

warnings : angst with a capital A !!! Angst !! post-breakup, lovers to exes to HMM?? HUH???, ooc characters HUHU, THIS IS SUPER LONG, i haven't written in awhile hihi sorry

sticky note : i got a lot of inspiration from quotes !! i cant link every quote i got inspiration from but please just send me an ask for a specific character like "whats ur inspo for zhongli?" and i will happily try and find it !! ALSO I HAD SONGS IN MIND FOR EACH CHARACTER PLEAAASEE ASK ME ABOUT THEM

DILUC RAGNVINDR. noctua

the day things fell apart was the day diluc lost every bit of light in his life — every bit of you. the day you left was the same day diluc realized how big the house truly was. pictures of you and him line the walls, and no matter how much it hurts to look at them, diluc can't bring himself to take any of them down. diluc can't bring himself to even come home. can't even stand to be in such an empty house.

the day the burning embers had gotten out of control, the flames enough to swallow him whole, diluc realized you weren't there to snuff them out anymore. to soothe the burn, to wash everything away.

you see him and speak of fire as if it's the softest thing in the world. speak of fire as if it hadn't burned you before, as if you could start fires with the feelings you have.

like a candle that has been lit for far too long, his love burns quietly, yet it burns all the same. his love for you was quiet, but yours? your love was loud. brighter than any flame he's created from the vision that dangles along his waist. your love lit suns into his heart and diluc ragnvindr fears that he will never be able to repay it.

he stands in the doorway of his room, silently watching as you slip through his grasp, as you pack your things and despite how much he wants to stop you, he makes no move to do so. he isn't good for you, and despite how endlessly he will miss your presence, your laugh, your smile, the habits he's worked his daily life around just so he could have more of you in it, if it meant he could save you from himself — diluc is willing to burn alone.

you were leaving and there was nothing else he could do. diluc ragnvindr could do nothing but sit in the silence, his house—his world was too quiet without you in it. diluc ragnvindr thought he was fluent in silence, until he locked eyes with you and his throat runs dry. until he's run out of things to say with you, of all people. you were leaving and everything diluc wants to say remains. you leave some of your things behind and you leave him behind too.

restless in his own bed, diluc would rather sleep on the floor than have to inhale another whiff of your cologne. he says he can't rest because of his work, but the truth is diluc ragnvindr can't — won't rest until he has you next to him. he knows better than to ask you to sleep next to him just so he knows he isn't alone, so instead he compromises with the fact he will never rest.

even now, as pieces and remnants of you and the history you both share litter his house, diluc is restless, yet he leaves it all alone. he leaves everything right where you left it, too scared to move it, lest he breaks what you left behind, what reminds him it was all real. he refuses to get rid of it, despite adelinde's countless offers of handling it for him, he can't. he can't bring himself to, because then, you'd really be gone from diluc's life. and he refuses to fill in the space you left, he refuses to take up the space in this house that's way too big for him, just as he refuses to fill in the gaping hole in his heart with anyone else. with anyone but you.

diluc finds you again when the burns start to heal, when all that's left is a scar on his heart. diluc finds you again holding the things he couldn't keep, the things he knew you'd need. you see him and, pained and still in love, still so in love, he sees you.

"i haven't forgotten about you — if that's what you were thinking. i am never . . . not thinking about you." he sighs, "i didn't say it then, but . . i love you."

"did you mean loved?"

"love. i still love you. i think . . . i always will."

ALBEDO. princeps cretaceous

in your absence, you'd taken albedo's comfort in the stars. the everlasting winter of dragonspine does not falter, albedo does not falter, and on the surface, it seems like everything is okay. if it were anybody else, everything would seem just fine. but you're not everybody else, and he hates it. albedo hates how the absence of a single person could affect him so deeply. he hates how often you run through his mind, sketches that were supposed to be rough diagrams turning into portraits of you, accidentally ending sentences in your name because that's all he can think about.

to the rest of the world, there is nothing wrong with the chief alchemist, but to him? — he feels sick. there must be something wrong with him, to see pieces of you in everything he does, in everything he reads, in every breath of life — in every star in the sky.

your eyes were so bright, he thinks, your smile even brighter, looking at the stars, at every constellation you remember. he didn't even notice, or maybe he just didn't care when you get the names wrong. it felt surreal, then. breathtaking, to look at the stars he sees every night. nothing in the sky had changed, but to have you next to him — it felt magical. you made everything feel magical. albedo can't even remember if he was looking at the stars or if he was just looking at you.

that's why it feels so wrong, to look at the stars without you next to him. it's unexplainable, the feeling of being without you. the feeling of having someone fade out of your life and having no way to stop it. having to wonder if anything was real, because if it was real it shouldn't have been so easy to drift apart. after all, the only stars you see in the night sky are the ones that've already died, their light the only sign that they were real, once. they were alive and they were burning so bright . . . were we real?

maybe it just wasn't meant to work, maybe there was nothing you both could've done. albedo had convinced himself that he was just never fit for the relationship he craved so dearly, he knew that. even if it hurt to know. even if it was one of the most painful things he's had to learn. he wasn't fit for human relationships, but at the same time, it felt—it feels like loving you was the only thing he was ever made for.

so even as he watches you walk away, even as he feels the ache in his mind and his chest that he could never quite explain grow stronger — albedo isn't sure of anything. of the time you've spent together — if any of this was worth the pain.

albedo isn't sure of anything, and yet there is one thing he'll always be sure of. until every last star dies, he will always, always, love you the exact same.

CHILDE. monoceros caeli

childe had lost the bits of peace that remained in war when he left. his breath is warm against your shoulder, hushed sobs as the strongest person you knew fell apart in your arms. the days leading up to his departure filled with the grief of losing someone who was right in front of you — childe had lost the peace in your embrace when he started counting down the hours. when he started thinking of when he would have to leave. when childe — ajax, your ajax, was torn from the times he was allowed to be more than destruction, more than a weapon, when he was allowed to just be yours. when you were allowed to be his.

it was night when he left, the sky so dark he hoped his family couldn't see how how red his eyes and cheeks had become. he had to be strong, he always had to be strong. if not for himself, for them, for his family, for you. it was night when you childe kissed you for the first time, when you both had to pretend nothing happened so it wouldn't hurt as much when he left, his pinky tucked under yours, you'd made a promise. you had to wait — please, wait for him.

his visits home were few and far between, there were times you'd rarely see him, but he made sure. he always made sure to come home to you. even when his body would nearly collapse out of sheer exhaustion, childe would always try to come home with a smile on his face.

no matter how tired he was, childe made sure to fill every memory he had with you with sheer happiness.he wouldn't be able to handle it — if the few times he'd get to see you were filled with the emotions that came with missing you.

so he'd come home and say his hellos that sounded too much like early goodbyes. he'd come home and crawl into your arms with the exhaustion of someone with the world on his shoulders, just to hide from that very world in your embrace — even if just for a day or two. childe will come home not to a house, but to a person, and he will try desperately to ignore the way everything's changed. he's not a teenager anymore, and neither are you. but while he can, childe will pretend you're both just kids, and he will take the few days of peace in your arms before he is forced to face the world outside.

XIAO. alatus nemeseos

you have changed the meaning of "forever" the moment you stepped into xiao's life, and the moment he decided it was too much to stay. the word had little significance to the yaksha, forever just another word stuck in the back of his mind, forever just another empty promise. for no one could promise forever and truly mean it. it was warm the day you first said it, warm being almost all he could remember about that day. how warm it was to have your hand resting atop his, how warm it was to bask in sunlight and you — how warm it could feel to be wanted.

you changed forever on days where xiao would find himself staring down from the roof of wangshu inn, expecting your footsteps, expecting you — he has to slap himself before it becomes too much. you changed forever the day xiao asked why someone like you would ever stay with someone like him. why someone so perfect in his eyes would want anything to do with the mess he is. what did he do to deserve it?

your touch was so gentle on his skin. so gentle it was terrifying. your arms would wrap around his torso and he'd never hug you back because he destroys everything he touches and he wouldn't know what to do if he ruined one of the greatest things he's known in this lifetime.

xiao had always wondered what it felt like, love. he'd never admit it, but it's always lingered in his mind. and if anyone ever asked, it would be your name on his mind. because if anything, if anyone was love then it had to be you. it had to be you. it had to be you and he hated it, because for the first time, he wishes he'd never known. xiao wishes he'd never known the answer to that question, if it meant he'd never have to say it; "i love you."

and maybe forever started to change when he met you, maybe forever changed when he had to utter words he didn't even believe himself, when xiao had to rid himself of what he thinks is the one good thing in his life. when he cut you out and desperately tried not to make you cry because he'd take it all back if you did and he couldn't. he couldn't take any of it back — that's exactly why he was saying goodbye in the first place. "i can't have you in my life." when all he really wants to say is he shouldn't have you. when you could have so much more.

and he prays that there will come a day where forever won't have to mean the life you both could've had, where forever won't mean something lost. where forever won't be filled with longing for something unattainable. where forever is nothing but the promise of finding eachother. in this lifetime. in every lifetime.

if it meant sorry, goodbye, i love you, everything he wishes he could say — every doubt, every regret he could ever have, he's not sure. "i don't regret it." his voice comes out choked, barely above a whisper. you stare at him and he keeps going even though he so desperately wants to stop talking. "meeting you, it was — "

"it was everything. you . . . were everything."

ZHONGLI. lapis dei

the day you parted ways was the day zhongli knew he would always, always remember you. the day you left you'd taken his peace of mind with you. countless nights spent wondering, because to wonder is to set your soul free, but to wonder and to never find out is prison. a prison zhongli has willingly trapped himself in for years, a prison he will continue to trap himself in for thousands of years to come.

zhongli isn't one to lie to himself, so when he passes you in the street, when he locks eyes with you in the crowds of people, when he sees you again, not as a god, but as a mortal man, zhongli makes no move to lie and say that he's fallen out of love with you.

memories will flood back with every stolen glance, memories of love and of loss. for that's all these memories really felt like; loss. but even then, zhongli didn't have it in himself to think of your memories as just loss — when he knew there was so much more to the memories you shared.

he had a new life now — you did too. and maybe that's why it felt so different. maybe that's why he felt so stiff saying hello. maybe that's why he had to catch himself before he stared into your eyes for too long. you always respected his decisions, he had to respect yours. even if he ached to hold your hand as you walked next to him for the first time in a thousand years.

you'd done this all before, lifetimes ago. when it felt like the two of you were on top of the world, when it felt like time was on your side, when you hadn't known the feeling of loss yet. zhongli just wasn't sure if you were willing to do it all again. if he was willing to do it all again.

he doesn't ask, so neither do you.

so as he sits next to you in the theater, exchanging simple pleasantries in the dark, for once, he lets the play fade into the background, stories he's heard a million times all of a sudden brand new as he watches you stare in amazement. a million questions playing on his lips as the play comes to a close. he wants to ask how you're doing, what you've been up to, if you even remember — he wants to ask if you've fallen in love. but as the two of you get up to leave, the only thing he can say is "take care of yourself." because he no longer has the right to ask these questions. he no longer has the right to know about you — to know you. and with that, he no longer has the right to peace of mind.

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. acer palmatum

it feels as if you took the color from kaedehara kazuha's life the moment he walked away, the moment he left and you didn't chase after him. the moment he left and you didn't beg him to stay. you couldn't, not when he needed to leave, so you stay in the same place. you stay right there, smiling through the tears, and kazuha can feel his breath catching in his throat as he steps on that ship.

at times, he finds that his mind wanders to you everytime he sees the breathtaking scenery, the leaves that rush through the wind, the skies right before sunset, because archons, it cannot compare to the sight that is you. soft flowers fall from the branches as red as his puffy eyes and, despite the overwhelming amounts of color that paint the landscapes, he sighs at how dull, how colorless—lifeless his world seems when you're not in it.

ink stains the sides of his hand, poems he didn't even intend to write about you always tying back to you anyway. it makes him feel seasick, at times, the ache in his gut at the thought of how he left.

kazuha's heart weighs on him like an anchor, tides crashing against it as he is forced to stand still; lest he drift away into the depths of his emotions. blood stains his clothes, it stains the bandages that wrap around his body, the bandages that do nothing to mend his heart.

kazuha runs his fingers across the paper, the indentations of words on paper for letters he knows he will never send. the words aren't romantic, or as poetic as he wanted, instead filled with the guilt, the unresolved grief of being the one to leave — there is so much he wants to say. there is so much he wants to tell you and none of it can come out in words. pages littered with ellipses and crossed out sentences because there is absolutely nothing poetic or romantic he can write about missing you.

the ink smudges on his finger and he can't bring himself to rewrite the same letter again — so he doesn't. he packs everything he wishes he could say into a single envelope, and amongst the smudged ink he can only hope you can't make out the last sentence. i wish you were here to kiss my scars.

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[keokomi]

teen romance.

in which waking up for school isnt so bad anymore. ( or, i go ham with highschool! au. )

diluc, kaeya, albedo, xiao, childe ( separate ) x gn! reader.

warnings: fluff !! short drabbles! mentions of blood + bruises ( childe ). i use pretty as genderneutral but idk if it counts :(

diluc ragnvindr.

the scary student council president that most of your classmates find intimidating until you bump into him and he's extremely awkward but overall really nice !! ( and extremely pretty. )

offering to tie/braid his hair while he works wasnt that bad of an idea, your hands twirling and playing with the red locks is far too calming for him to admit. its as if all the stress and tension melts away and soon enough, hes fast asleep. he'll complain about not finishing a bit, but he's never said no whenever you ask, so he'll just have to catch up on his student council work another time.

kaeya alberich.

kaeya's trying to pester, or what he calls "charm" you into busting him out of detention for the week. sadly, you are both unsuccessful, and it honestly just landed you both into more detention, but he tries to make it better, because atleast he's stuck with you !!

flings badly folded paper planes at you with notes like "ur cute ;) ", please ignore how he accidentally hit you in the face with some of them. he's literally trying everything to make you smile. there is a point where it can get competitive, but if you send paper planes back at him, or hell, if you just smile at one of them, he can die happily.

albedo.

pretty seatmate !! he asks if you'd be the subject for an art assignment he has after class ( which is a complete lie, the art club doesn't have any assignments this week! ) albedo really just wants an excuse to talk to you more.

you tried to sit still, and it was going well for a few hours, until he asks you to move a bit and you dont reply because you were staring at him. art takes time, but with how pretty you look, giggling and attempting to smudge paint across his cheek, maybe he doesn't want to finish the painting, just so he can do this with you all over again.

xiao.

he catches you looking through the door window into the music room and venti invites you in. perks up when he says you've been wanting to learn an instrument and although hesitant, he asks if you'd like to learn the electric guitar.

xiao stands behind you, one hand hovering over your waist, the other moving between each chord. he's far too warm behind you, its hard to focus. you're messing up on the strumming, but hearing xiao's quiet humming and breathy laughs whenever you both mess up is worth all the embarrassment. he would rather die than admit to staring at your concentrated face from the side, despite the constant teasing he'd receive if his bandmates were here, especially the blush coloring his face up to his ears. encore?

childe.

is waltzing into the nurses office with a bloody nose and bruised knuckles. looking for you specifically, despite more qualified assistants already there. he can only give you a boyish grin when he spots you at the back. the other nurses find it bothering that he only comes to get treated by his " best friend " but dont have the heart to point it out.

he sits happily on the foot of the bed, a soft smile on his face despite you pulling on his ear and scolding him, " you're supposed to be treating me! not hurting m– ow >:( " yet he doesn't even flinch when you're putting antiseptic. its quiet, weirdly quiet, you finish only to be greeted by an uncharacteristically soft smile. its then he says your forgot something, " you forgot to kiss it better" . he prides himself on the blush on your cheeks and sometimes you wonder if he gets hurt just to see you.

p.s. : IM A SUCKER FOR HIGHSCHOOL/ MODERN AUS I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL FIGHT ME !1!1! also the scenario for xiao was bc of this one tiktok couple !! ill try to find them later

© keokomi — do not repost, translate, etc.

[keokomi]

somebody to you.

in which you may be nobody in the eyes of the nobles, but you are somebody to him, and thats enough. (or, you run away, even if just for a moment )

diluc ragnvindr x genderneutral reader.

warnings : slightly angst but mostly fluff!!, royalty au!, "want to get out of here??" prompt.

the ballroom is bright, a chandelier hanging above the crowds of people, all in fancy costumes that cost more than an arm and a leg. marble floors and the sound of "small talk" are drowned out in diluc's mind. in a room full of people, he could never feel more alone.

things haven't gotten any better ever since the death of his father, and although his utmost wish was to always make him proud, diluc can't bare listening to old people clink wine glasses. the crowds of people feel suffocating as the night passes. he can hear the talk about his father, his brother, or atleast, prince kaeya, some even have talk about him.

diluc finds himself shifting in his seat, the unfamiliar taste of alcohol bitter on his lips, he drinks, or atleast tries to drink it, just so he can find an excuse to step away from everyone with the excuse of refilling his glass. time is unbearably slow as his eyes wander the room full of strangers.

it is until his eyes latch onto your familiar figure, a smile and a polite wave is all he needed to be pushing through the crowd, mumbles of apologies escaping his lips like a broken record. it is with you that he sees the way out.

" you're here !! i mean, its your party, but i didn't actually .. expect to see you. " a smile dances on your face, and now that diluc's here, he realizes now he actually doesn't have a plan for this. irises stare back at his, and his throat feels dry. he knows what he wants to say, but he doesn't know how.

only when his eyes start to pace around the room, you decide the answer for yourself. " do ... you want to get out of here? " because amongst the amount of guests here, no one would really notice your disappearance.

diluc nods, maybe a bit too enthusiastically at the proposition of leaving, but that's okay. what he doesn't expect, is your playful curtsey, and how warm your hands are against his gloved ones.

you drag him through the crowds, laughing against your free hand, the other firmly holding onto his. he doesn't really have the time to argue, too busy trying to match your pace.

freedom is so close, you make a break for the castle gates, running into the field, flowers and grass reaching up your legs, brushing against your knees as you slow down, the wind feels cold against your skin as it flies by.

diluc's hands are on his knees, catching his breath, you find yourself laughing at his figure. " dont laugh! we could get – huff – caught. " he argues, trying to sound stern, but in reality, he's smiling as he faces the ground beneath him.

" we'll be fine!! its just for a night, they dont have to know. " you smile as the wind picks up, your hair blowing slightly with the wind. extremely aware of how your hand is yet to leave his. " you're allowed to have fun, you know."

you await a reply, but he cant find it in himself to argue with you right now. not when you look so pretty under the moonlight, not when you'd go through this for him, and most definitely not when your thumb rubs circles against his knuckles.

diluc can only laugh, because you're right, even if its just for tonight, maybe it'll be okay. he's not sure of tomorrow, but he can bare tonight with you.

p.s. : hi i had prince diluc brainrot so take this im sorry. idk what songs work here ??? somebody to you but maybe getaway car ??? if ur reading this help

© keokomi – do not repost, translate, etc.

[keokomi]

FIRST SNOWFALL ( 2021, MERRY CHRISTMAS JIA! )

i think every little thing you do makes me fall for you even more. (or, painfully cliche tropes and simply being in the presence of one another has always been enough.)

diluc ragnvindr x genderneutral reader

warnings : fluff, sfw, diluc isn't safe from slander, even on christmas /j , special format for this heh

a note : merry christmas @ohmykazuha !! thank you for always checking up on me and for laughing at my dumb jokes HAHAH ilu !! — keo.

learning how to bake gingerbread men.

diluc ragnvindr knows how to cook, but he does not bake. in his defense, he's watched the maids make a cake for him as child but baking it himself has never crossed his mind until now. until you showed up with the dreaded kiss the cook frilly apron and cookie cutters in hand.

you swear you could see him visibly age a few years at the thought of it, yet he says yes anyway. diluc ragnvindr will never tell you that the only reason he was so willing was because of the smile you give him—you smile at him and it feels like he'd give you the universe if you asked.

it starts off well! atleast, well enough. diluc far too keen on following the recipe to a t. smudges of cookie batter end up on your face, and diluc tries to wipe it away after licking his thumb, but you only squeal and retaliate by throwing flour in his face. the rooms a mess as you start decorating the cookies, watching diluc make a cookie that looks far too similar to a certain pirate. for once, he doesn't let the maids clean up—instead choosing to clean with you, humming old songs under his breath.

legally blonde – take it like a man.

"are you sure this looks ... okay?" diluc sighs as he looks in the mirror, cringing at how, formal, he looks. he should be used to this, with the amount of times he's had to dress up for guests and meetings—and he would be used to it, if it weren't for you coming with him.

"okay? you look more than okay!" you smile up at him, and he nearly forgets what he's doing as you move to adjust his tie. he's staring. he can feel it yet he can't look away—can you blame him?

you pat him on the shoulders, pulling off a loose thread as he looks down at you. "you look hot." you snicker under your breath and diluc's sure he hasn't seen anything better—you, he means. not the reflection in the mirror.

"it's still me." diluc raises an eyebrow at you, a smile threatening to tug at the corners of his lips.

"that's the best part—its you, but now the outside reflects what's always been you. i wouldn't change that for the world."

keokomi — do not repost, translate, etc.