#diverse hearts: Diluc

[smol-sirens-garden]

@diverse-hearts Has Asked: ❛ If you choose treachery, if you swear fealty now only to later turn your cloaks… know that you will die screaming. ❜ - Diluc to Kaeya :)

"Is that a threat?"

He couldn't believe these turn of events. Couldn't believe that everything had gotten this bad. He held his hands up, not making any move against him. All he had wanted to do was talk to the other.

"Diluc it does not have to be like this. We were brothers once if you remember. We should never have turned on each other. Especially like this."

[smol-sirens-garden-tobemoved]

@diverse-hearts​ Has Asked:  ∗ 1oo﹕   sender  has  just  died ,  receiver  finds  out .  - Diluc / Kaeya I 100 Nonverbal Prompts

Th news could not b true. He didn’t want to believe it. Not until he saw with his own eyes that the other was gone. His heart was already pounding as loud as his footsteps as he ran his way back to the winery. He didn’t even knock just kicked open the door and started shouting for the other. 

He froze as he saw the other on the table. He stared for a bit, slowly approaching. He choked on a sob before reaching out to take his hand. 

“Come on Luc. Get up. This is a joke right?”

He sobbed, trying to shake him and get him to say anything. Get him to move and laugh it off like when they were kids. They stil had so much to do together. So much to fix. Finally he broke, legs giving out but still holding onto Diluc’s hand.

“I am so sorry Luc. For everything. I never hated you. Never doubted you. You are my brother. I can’t let this be real. Please come back. We have to fix this. We have so many things left unsaid.”

[crownshattered]

@diverse-hearts inquired: a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim . - Diluc / Childe

⁕| Kiss & Tell |⁕

Was this just how their relationship was going to be? Was this even a relationship at all?? In the beginning, it was fine to keep things casual and fun. Enemies with benefits, so to speak, and Tartaglia adored that push and pull. But feelings were becoming real. It wasn't just about a frustrating attraction anymore. Tartaglia genuinely wanted him...and he wanted him to know that.

And so, he made sure to convey that in his kiss. The way he grabbed the other's collar, yanking him closer as his lips came crashing onto his, held more than enough heat to convey his feelings. To Tartaglia, this wasn't just a game anymore. Diluc was far more than that to him. Tartaglia wanted him for himself, not just for the banter they had.

He moved lower, placing a few kisses mixed with bites on Diluc's neck. Would he be angry that the Harbinger was leaving such marks? Tartaglia didn't care. He deserved to be a bit selfish over this. He wanted people to see the marks and know Diluc was taken. He wanted Diluc to know Tartaglia was serious.

[crownshattered-arch]

@diverse-hearts inquired: a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim . - Diluc / Childe

⁕| Kiss & Tell |⁕

It was impossible to pinpoint just what the two of them were to each other. The way Diluc opposed him at every turn gave the impression of enemies, but then in quiet moments, they would be all over each other. And that indecisiveness was fine to Tartaglia. He was enthusiastic about the idea of a committed relationship when he never knew where he would be next. So he enjoyed whatever this was to the fullest.

He loved this back and forth between them, even when they were just kissing. A constant battle for control...and Tartaglia always enjoyed a good fight. Diluc liked acting like he was the one in control of this relationship, and sometimes Tartaglia would let him believe that...and sometimes, he would put the man in his place.

Tartaglia could feel the heat of Diluc's kiss, as if the fiery male was asserting his dominance in this relationship. The thought made Tartaglia smirk... So, he then proceeded to slam Diluc against the wall behind him, pressing the man against said wall as Tartaglia kissed him even deeper. Even harder. His intentions were clear: he wanted Diluc to know that he was his. Let him know who's in charge.

[crownshattered-moved]

@diverse-hearts​ inquired:  ❛ i don’t know how you do this every day… ❜ - Jean / Diluc

200 Random Dialogue—No Longer Accepting

Jean chuckled as she placed her bookmark down between the pages she was reading and closed the book, setting it down beside her. Everyone she knew was constantly telling her that now of all times she desperately needed to take a break, to get off of her feet. Having a baby was one thing, but twins were something else entirely. So, she did whatever paperwork she could do while on bedrest, and she was fortunate to have Diluc helping the people of Mondstadt like she normally would do. At least until their children were born.

But… It seemed like Diluc overestimated just how hard it was to run around and help the people like she did. He wasn’t even doing her paperwork to add onto it… However, he had his own paperwork to do, so she supposed he really was doing all that she would normally do. And it was exhausting... Maybe it was better for Jean because she enjoyed interacting with people more than Diluc, but it was still a rather taxing duty.

“You do not have to do that much every day, Diluc,” Jean told him with a smile. “Even I did not spend so much of my time helping the townspeople every day. It may be a good idea for you to stay instead and simply work on paperwork tomorrow rather than running around all of Mondstadt to assist people. Even so, I am certain they appreciate your help.”

[yuoimia]

DAY 3: IT’S JUST THE TWO OF US ❅⋆⍋

summary: a cozy vacation spent in another nation

characters: neuvillette, xiao, baizhu, wanderer, ayato, kaeya, childe, lyney, albedo, zhongli, wriothesley, venti, diluc, alhaitham, kazuha.

notes: locations handpicked by me!! these are general days in another nation, you’re not really doing anything too exhilarating, total wc: 1.8k.

⋆⁺₊❅⋆ dreamy december event masterlist

mondstadt, starfell lake - neuvillette, xiao, baizhu

Breezy and wide plains on the tops of jagged mountains, carrying a sweet breeze of berries and dandelions. Mondstadt, the nation of freedom, stole the hearts of numerous travelers, with its homely and cozy atmosphere, frolicking the winds all around Teyvat and coaxing the interest of many.

It was Mondstadt’s virtue that first drew him in. Freedom, peace, and comfort, the only things he has ever hoped, wished, yearned with every fibre of his being. Mondstadt sounded like a long-awaited exhalation of air, to finally breathe in a new breath of fresh opportunities and beginnings.

The earliest beams of sunshine crept through the sheer curtains.

If it were any other day, you’d let out a vexed groan before rolling to the other side. But today, today was another day in Mondstadt, and you’d be stupid to let any of the time go to waste.

Shoving the curtains aside, you observe in awe as Starfell Lakes glimmers like a pool of sapphire diamonds or like a flutter of fairies, their pixiedust sprinkling a bit of happiness into your day.

“It really is so beautiful here.”

The abrupt voice startles you for a split second. “Don’t creep up on me like that,” faux disappointment lacing your voice. He mutters a quiet apology before letting out a faint smile, interchangeably switching his gaze from you to the lake.

“Should we go outside?”

You nod in agreement, the excitement rejuvenating you even further. “If it’s this spectacular from afar, can you imagine how majestic it must be up close?”

“Very majestic,” he repeats, leading you both out the door.

liyue, jueyun karst - wanderer, ayato, kaeya

Dizzying peaks and swirling mists convey an atmosphere of grandeur and mystique, alluring visitors and their fascination towards the beauty of Jueyun Karst, rumoured to be the abode of the adepti, typically unreachable by mortals. Yet, there was always an abundance of people willing to test their luck and willpower, returning to tell dramatic tales of exaggerated perils and glory. Even so, there were still facts that none could deny about the quiet abode, namely, the distinctive tranquility fusing within its clouds.

It’s truly hard to believe that you weren’t a figure in a watercolor painting. Soft brushes of orange, yellow, and green leaves dance in the chilly breeze. The sound of approaching footsteps quickly snaps you out of your afternoon reverie as you turn your head towards a familiar face.

He greets you with an unsually innocent, lighthearted wave, accompanied with an intriguing wrapped basket. It doesn’t take much to piece together the pieces and present an overall message, not that he tried very hard to conceal it. Perhaps this vacation has muddled up parts of his cognitive functions.

“How are you feeling?” he inquires, the question evoking some sort of suspicion within you. “Hungry? Bored?” he continues, appearing oblivious to your raised eyebrows.

“…both?” you reply, a little confused and hesitant. “I won’t say no to some lunch.”

“Perfect, I found just the place.”

inazuma, chinju forest & grand narukami shrine - childe, lyney, albedo

Luminous flowers hidden deep in the forests, fragrant cherry blossoms lining the streets of Inazuma—the diverse variation of natural features that Inazuma beholds captivates the interest of those seeking something different, a thirst for something that simply cannot be found anywhere else.

Chinju forest, a secluded area of glowing streams and blooms, far enough from the attention of the city, and close enough to the allure of the grand shrines, a more than ideal option.

In the space of Chinju Forest, day was like night, and night was like day. There was really no hourglass here, where time ambled, the grains of sand dripping one at a time. It unlocked a rare sense of bliss, where no-one was obliged to be anything or do anything.

Despite the strong desire to explore the all-imposing Grand Narukami Shrine, the sheer amount of the flight of stairs that you needed to overcome was already giving you second thoughts.

“…Please don’t tell me…there’s more,” he groans, almost succumbing to his knees and screaming up at the sky. “How many stairs do you think we’ve walked up so far? I’ll say at least two hundred, maybe even two fifty.”

No words leave your mouth; there’s none in your head either; all you feel is a growing agonising pain in your calves and thighs. Short, tired pants take turns exiting your body, and you glance up at the new set of stairs—hopefully the last.

“Yeah, me too,” he replies, nodding understandingly as he recovers and hands you a bottle of chilled water. “Take your time, this is going to be a long one.”

After about ten minutes, you both set off again. To your utter confusion, he seems so energised, sprouting encouraging comments in the midst of silence. You’re thankful for the cheers of reassurance, but all that’s needed is a good night's rest under those glowing flowers and twinkling fireflies.

You don’t even realise for a good minute that you’ve reached the top. The sweat pooling along your clothes is an indicator of your mood—exhausted and sore all over.

Your name rings over the few other people gathered at the shrine as he eagerly hands you a fortune slip.

“Read it out loud; apparently it’s quite accurate.”

Modest Fortune: Clouds cover half the moon and the fog is thick.

Above you is the mood shrouded by cloud. Ahead of you, everything is engulfed by fog.

Though the way ahead seems unclear at the moment, all will become clear when the time comes.

Take this opportunity to improve yourself while waiting for the clouds to clear.

You’re not sure how to feel.

sumeru, port ormos - zhongli, wriothesley, venti

Port Ormos holds everything.

Marketing secrets, priceless treasures, and an aromatic scent of homemade dishes crafted with exotic spices and herbs, carrying through the refreshing winds of nearby seawater. It’s enticing—everything from the cultural architecture to the species of trees. Despite its prominence throughout Teyvat, it’s not as overcrowded as you originally thought it to be. Of course, it’s still busy, but everyone mostly keeps to themselves as they go on with their usual lives. At every new turn, you find yourself enamoured by the great variety of stores, keen to explore every inch of them, no matter how unrealistic that goal may appear.

Someone who’s probably more excited about being in the Port Ormos was probably the person trailing by your side. Out of the blue, he’d point and mutter an interesting fact, or occasionally go up to the store owner with a handful of questions, as you stood awkwardly behind him. It’s quite fine by you, though; the several friendships he’s established with owners have brought in handy discounts and bonuses.

“We should try out that new waterside restaurant,” he says one evening as you walk hand-in-hand by the docks, admiring the warm tones of a summer sunset blending together over the borders of clouds. “One of the vendors told me they have a special on Sundays.”

“Ah, a special,” you hum, amused. “Is that what caught your eye?”

“Special things always catch my eye,” he replies, a mischievous smile spreading on his face. “Would you like an example before we enter?”

You arrive at the entrance of the restaurant, and like mentioned, it boasts a stunning view of the clear and pristine waters, lapping at the edge.

There are floral garlands with small lights slithering across the corners of the ceilings, lit with blazing lamps, soft crackles of the flame add to the intimate atmosphere.

“If you insist, then sure,” you answer to his previous question. Your attention is more focused on searching the restaurant for a waiter to call.

“I think they might be standing right beside me.”

fontaine, elynas - diluc, alhaitham, kazuha

The cosmos present themselves in the elegant fashion of being subtle yet imperial, with millions of sparkling stars sprinkling all across Fontaine’s heavens, effortlessly illuminating the world underneath.

The pale streaks of moonlight gleam down onto the cascading waters and the array of flowers and shrubs, casting a magical afterglow that creates a bewitching sense of enchantment, like you were an illustration in an ancient storybook lost as the ages gone by.

Have you ever tried to paint at night? To become a midnight muse?

Cutting through the stillness were the delicate strokes of brushes on a canvas. It’s a smooth and soft sound, as the colours glide and complement each other.

You’re sitting opposite each other, one the muse of another.

With an air of finality, he looks up at you with a satisfied expression on his face as he begins to pack away the paintbrushes and palettes. Whether he’s content with his product is unknown. Nothing about his face or mannerisms convey an emotion, unless if you count the usual peaceful visage.

“Are you close to finishing?” he asks politely as he packs away the last of his equipment. “It’s alright if you haven't; those mountains aren’t exactly easy to get in the right shape.”

He’s right; the intricacies of Fontaine’s environment are undeniably striking and tedious to replicate, from the very details of the petals to the shade of grass.

You add the last few finishing touches before giving it one last, fleeting look.

“I’m finished.”

As you mutter those two words, something stirs in the air. The world suddenly feels so vastly beautiful, and this particular point in time feels so perfectly sacred that it couldn’t have been a mere coincidence, and you know it’s not.

You know that this very moment, this very vacation, this very night—you know that he must’ve planned this all along.

It was so sweet.

“Show me yours,” you suggest, crossing one leg over the other. Everything feels a thousand times more divine; everything feels so much more meaningful that it's imbedded into your head, in your guts; there's a doubt on whether it will ever leave.

“What’s got you so happy all of a sudden?” he asks lightheartedly. “Don’t raise your expectations too high; I can’t be an exception for everything.”

You’re just smiling, beaming up at the glittering stars, forever grateful for all the light they’ve bestowed upon you, because it’s been a while since you’ve last told them thank you.

Their splendour radiates down to your face; iridescent shimmers twinkle in the tears unknowingly sliding down your face.

[wri0thesley]

i was gonna make a joke about riding a different kind of bear, but considering the lack of body type diversity in genshin i don’t think we can do that either at the moment :(

it's ok. in my heart wriothesley and diluc are built like bears. in my heart.....

[frozcnlight]

@diverse-hearts: After much thought, he feels as though this is one of the only ways in which he can have Miran take a break from work, and a trip to Fontaine was rather overdue anyways. Glancing up from the letter he’d been reading, Diluc gives a small wave to catch Miran’s attention.

“Care to join me on a little business trip? Strelitzia is welcome to tag along too”, he adds, spotting the younger sister cleaning one of the nearby tables with a determined look on her face, “It’s been a while since I’ve last been to Fontaine and there’s a few contacts I’d like to chase up. You’ve not been there before, have you?”

Random ask - always welcome \ O /

Fontaine. Miran had only read about it in Inazuma’s novels so far. A nation, rich of water. Apparently a beauty to the eyes - and the nation her parents wanted to marry her off. The nation, where a part of her family lived, she had only seen once or twice, and still knew that there was some kind of dislike between both parties.

Yet, the blonde clapped happily into her hands, showed a - way too happy - smile, over the excitement that rose in her chest. “I gladly would!”, Miran exclaimed. Realized however that she might was a bit too thrilled, and therefore tried to calm down a bit. At least from the outside.

“I mean. I gladly come along together with Strelitzia. We indeed never were there. But I, for my part, heard a few things about it. It’s the nation of the hydro archon, isn’t it?”.

[squidsavior]

@diverse-hearts | i didn't think i'd survive it, either. - Diluc

That was one of the worst Abyss encounters she had ever experienced, to think of a couple of more mages that decided to add to the party with their elemental shields it could have been a lot worse if they didn’t have to right elemental reaction to make.

Naomi would have snuck in a few strikes of Electro from the prototype delusion, but she knew better not to mess with Diliuc when it was on the topic of delusions. And it’s best to not make her situation with hiding worse than it already is.

“…we survived. And after an attack like that, I think it’s fair enough to retreat.”

[candycandycandysworld]

Let’s come up with a fitting name for the coffee shop and provide some general information about it and the reader’s backstory:

Coffee Shop Name: “Starfall Brews”

General Information:

“Starfall Brews” is a charming little coffee shop nestled in the heart of Mondstadt. It’s known for its warm and cozy atmosphere, adorned with wooden furnishings and soft, earthy colors. The shop is famous for its meticulously crafted coffee beverages, using the finest beans sourced from all over Teyvat. The café also offers a delectable selection of pastries and light snacks, all baked fresh in-house.

The owner of “Starfall Brews” is none other than the reader, [Y/N]. After spending years perfecting the art of coffee brewing and honing her skills in various cafés across Teyvat, she decided to open her own establishment in Mondstadt. Her passion for coffee and dedication to creating a welcoming environment have made “Starfall Brews” a beloved spot for locals and travelers alike.

Reader’s Backstory:

[Y/N] had always been fascinated by the world of flavors and aromas. Growing up in Mondstadt, she was surrounded by the diverse culinary experiences the city had to offer. However, it was the magic of coffee that truly captured her heart. From the moment she brewed her first cup, she knew she had found her calling.

To perfect her craft, [Y/N] embarked on a journey across Teyvat, learning from the best baristas in Liyue, Fontaine, and even Sumeru. She spent years mastering the art of brewing, understanding the nuances of each bean, and experimenting with unique blends. It was during this time that she developed her signature drink, the “Starfall Latte,” a creamy masterpiece with hints of caramel and a dash of Mondstadt’s famous apple cider.

With her skills finely honed and a dream in her heart, [Y/N] returned to Mondstadt and opened “Starfall Brews.” The coffee shop quickly gained a reputation for not only exceptional coffee but also a welcoming and warm atmosphere. It became a place where people could find solace, inspiration, and, perhaps, unexpected connections.

As the owner of “Starfall Brews,” [Y/N] pours her heart and soul into every cup she serves, hoping to create moments of joy and serenity for her customers. Little does she know that her journey in the world of coffee will lead to more than just great brews; it will also brew a special connection with a certain crimson-haired customer named Diluc Ragnvindr.

[scribs-dibs]

commission ; messenger bird

warnings/notes; for the ebg event from the astronetwrk ! / sunni + diluc interactions <33 / mentions of stalking but not from either one of them / one vague depiction of violence to that said stalker / typos cus i am so so sleepy

the parchment crinkles in sunni's hands, printed lettering warped under their fingertips.

and then a voice, low and contemplative, startles them from behind.

"a stalker..."

"i know that as the darknight hero you are supposed to be sneaky, but doesn't mean it's nice when you come out of nowhere."

as further punishment to punctuate their chidings, they elbow him lightly, just under the ribs. diluc only huffs under his breath, amused.

he juts his chin out in the direction of the paper, urging sunni to remain focused. "i don't think it's my sneakiness you should be concerned about."

sunni finds their heart sinking.

an actress, one that is young and full of promise, resigned to misery and fear because of some creep. sunni shudders, thinking about unveiling a letter that reeks of iron. if the supposed "fan" was willing to go that far already, then it's not out of the question to think they would go further. their heart sinks deeper at their own helplessness.

"diluc," they start, hesitant, "i'm not gonna lie. i really suck at being a detective. we're doomed."

there's a small smile from diluc, then. it's a rare sight on him, reserved yet with a hint of mischief and promise. "don't worry. i happen to have a...bit of experience under my belt."

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despite fontaine's streets being largely unknown to him, somehow, by whatever archon had smiled upon them both, diluc got them around. it was through grime-covered alleyways and spontaneous sneak operations that they found their clues.

every night the actress performs, a shadow lurks behind the opera house. it hides in bushes, and knows the exact time said actress will come home. her exact pathway too, step by step.

"there’s always a catch to having such a rigorous schedule," diluc whispers, crouched next to sunni and decked out head to toe in all black. funnily enough, he didn't think to cover any of his bright red hair. "one will become fairly easy to track. something tells me he's been doing a bit more than sending letters."

and to their dismay, he's right. the creep takes out a kamera, one small in size but wide in scope.

he's been taking pictures of her too!

sunni hears diluc click his tongue, and with eyes as bright as his they see how crimson pupils turn to slits behind his mask. annoyance, and what seems like— what feels like a firey rage.

"you remember the plan, don't you?"

they only manage a quick nod and a glance in his direction, words blocked by their heart firmly wedged into their throat. they're nervous. it's their first commission, after all, and if they want a shot at any sort of reward there is no room for failure. more importantly, the poor woman's dignity and safety hangs on a thin thread, waiting to be cut by the mere flash of a kamera.

but they jump out anyway. because at the very least, they have a reliable partner to fall back on.

"put! that! shit! down!"

they reach for him, and as expected they miss, fingers just barely reaching the hems of the stalker's dark clothing. he seemed to be quite startled, though, because his kamera falls to the floor. sunni fumbles with it in their hands before it can fall all the way to the hard pavement.

and in a flash, diluc takes care of the rest. sunni's diversion had panicked the stalker so much that he hadn't noticed their darknight hero coming up the other end of the alley. he crashes painfully into diluc chest before he's thrown to the ground and pinned. diluc's reaction time has never been anything to sneeze at, and tonight, luckily, is no exception. the creep still tries his luck, though.

"le-let go of me! i didn't- i wasn't— it was a misunderst–"

he cuts himself off with a pained shriek. from this angle, sunni can't see what diluc did, but it sure sounded painful. they see his jaw tense, set like stone as he stares the stalker down.

"if we were to look inside that kamera of yours, i'm sure that "misunderstanding" you speak of could be cleared up in an instant. it's best you stay quiet."

sunni holds the kamera tentatively, as if gross stalker germs will spread if they grip it too hard.

"well...looks like our commission is complete. though..." they glance at the stalker, then at diluc, who effortlessly pins him to the ground. "you...you did most of the work. sorry, i'll help out more in the next one."

the redhead shakes his head, as if dispelling the worries from the air. "what's important is that the actress is safe now, and that this one is handed in to the gardes."

when he stands, he drags the stalker up with him, and the man hangs limply as diluc tugs him by the shirt collar. he seems too scared to make any sudden movements.

"we have our guy, and we have our evidence. i'd say this is a job well done. there’s no need for worry."

sunni smiles warmly at that. "you're such a charmer sometimes, really." they say, and then they watch with mischievous glee as he sputters and tints pink.

"ahem," he clears his throat, "let's just make sure this creep gets put where he belongs."

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[forgedxhearts]

@diverse-hearts asked: “finish what you’re doing, we have to talk.” - Diluc @ Kaeya

Welp... so much for that, he supposes...

Kaeya's only response at first was him rising his eyebrow as he turned to look over at Diluc and the young man couldn't help but to hide his face partly behind his mug of choice for the night. A long and overdue sip from his drink as he was buying time to take a guess as to what Diluc wanted to talk about with him.

"Pretty sure I've paid my remaining tap so... I wonder what Master Diluc would want from me~?"

[windgesang]

@worldly-diversity​ sent: "Thank you for agreeing to participate in this years Windblume, Venti. I— We all very much appreciate it." In her opinion his performance had added something to the atmosphere that somehow seemed to have been missing in the years prior to the bard's return to Mondstadt, even if she couldn't put her finger on exactly what it was. || Jean

“Ehe~ my pleasure!” The bard says cheerfully, tucking his lyre away for now. The crowd seems ready and willing to listen to more of his ballads but he’s been playing for a while and as much as it pleases him to bring joy to their hearts by sharing his music he doesn’t actually want to be the center of the festival for all that long. There is so much more to enjoy - stories of past Windblume festivals, myths of its origins (arguably his favorite part), the ceremony of choosing this year’s flower and, of course, all the delicious mouth-watering festival food.

Food-- and drink, that is. “A few bottles of Master Diluc’s dandelion wine are payment enough for me!” Venti adds, smiling at Jean with the sweetest smile he can muster. “Surely you won’t let me go thirsty after my performance? There is enough to go around for everyone, right?”

[crownshattered]

@diverse-hearts inquired: biting your lover’s lip amidst a kiss . - Diluc / Jean

⁕| Kiss & Tell |⁕

If this was Diluc's way of getting Jean to take a break, she wasn't complaining. Jean knew that he tended to avoid coming back to the Knights of Favonius headquarters--and after everything, she didn't blame him--so she was aware that even visiting her office was no simple task for him. Yet here he was, leaning over her as she sat perched on her desk, his lips on hers.

It was a slow and deep kiss, a show of intimacy rather than lust. Jean’s fingers wove into his mane of fiery red as she happily returned the kiss. It was the perfect distraction--for once, Jean's mind wasn't on all of the work she had to complete. Diluc was the only thing on her mind. He knew her so well...

A small gasp escaped the knight when she felt his teeth graze and lightly tug on her lower lip. Jean then let out a breathy chuckle amidst the kiss as she felt her cheeks warm even more with blush. "Diluc~..." she breathed out.

[crownshattered-arch]

@diverse-hearts inquired: "You shouldn't be walking and you know it." - diluc / jean

⁕| Caring Prompts |⁕

Yes, Jean did know that she shouldn’t be walking. If Diluc hadn’t been the one to tell her, Barbara certainly would have. A few days ago, the knights were noted of a potential attack on the city from the Abyss Order. However, it was all a ruse made by Treasure Hoarders with the hope of knocking down a few unsuspecting knights and looting them of their goods. But they didn’t anticipate the Acting Grand Master herself to be among them. The fight was a surprise, true, but it ended quickly due to Jean’s skill. However…not before Jean injured her leg.

Now, she was in her sister’s care at the church. Jean thought Barbara wouldn’t be around, so she grabbed a pair of crutches so she could go back to the knights’ headquarters, grab some paperwork, and head back to the church so she could work while she rested. She didn’t anticipate Diluc catching her.

Jean sighed as she leaned on one of the crutches she was using. “You know I cannot just lay here without getting anything done. I must be productive. While I’m recovering here, work is just piling up. And Barbara refuses to retrieve my paperwork for me… So I need to.” As Jean spoke, she realized just how crazy her words sounded. She must really be a workaholic…but she didn’t want to go back to work and be behind simply because she wasn’t doing anything while on bedrest.

[crownshattered-moved]

@diverse-hearts​​​​ inquired: He honestly didn't think he was the best at presents, in fact he'd been rather hesitant in going to visit her. In his hands he carried a collection of flowers, ones located from across Teyvet, a hesitant smile forming as he finally approached the birthday girl."Happy birthday Kira" - Diluc

Kira’s Birthday!! (11/03/2022)—No Longer Accepting

Kira had been just leaving her home, about to visit the general store for ingredients to make dinner with, but stopped short when she saw vibrant red hair out of the corner of her eyes. There was only one person that could be… Kira smiled as she turned to face her visitor. What a nice surprise! It wasn’t like she didn’t expect to see her lover here on her birthday, but she didn’t not expect either. After all, Diluc had plenty of more important things to do than come by and wish her a happy birthday.

Turquoise hues widened when she noticed the bouquet of flowers in his hands. Kira knew enough about Diluc to know just how much he struggled with gifts, so she didn’t really expect him to get her anything. And it wouldn’t upset her in any way if he didn’t bring her something. Gifts were always lovely, of course, but she didn’t think them to be necessary to commemorate an additional year of being alive. After all, her gift was being able to live another happy year in Mondstadt with people who loved her. But, of course, this was wonderful too.

Kira walked towards him until they reached each other, the woman looking at all the flowers with a fascinated glisten in her special eyes. “These are all so beautiful..!! Are they for me.??” Most of these flowers she had never even seen before, meaning they must be from other nations. Where did he even get these..?? If he bought them, just how much did they cost?? With a bright smile, Kira accepted the flowers and took a deep breath in to sniff them—they all smelled wonderful. “Thank you so much, Diluc! This is perfect.” She’ll put them all in a vase right in the front room of the house. Maybe she could ask Albedo or Sucrose if there’s a way to keep them alive longer…