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Temnota

diluc x reader, part 2 of ?

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The next day allowed no time to rest. You’d only just finished getting dressed when there was a knock at the door. 

“Madam, it’s time for breakfast.” 

“Be right there!”

You huffed in annoyance. There was almost no time you had to yourself. Even though that was ordinary for you, it was still a source of irritation. You couldn’t think of the last time you were able to eat something made by your own hands, something you actually liked. 

“Perhaps the Monds know what seasoning is.”

Breakfast was a surprising delight. You enjoyed the local eggs and chicken. It felt odd, eating in the common breakfast room that the building provided. 

Though you were meant to be a rich woman, some part of your mind was expecting the living quarters to be your only grace. You realized you hadn’t even looked up- meeting the sight of a few others scattered about, all wearing the newest clothes from the capital back home. 

One caught wind of your gaze, excusing herself to saunter over to your table. “I haven’t seen you before.” She sat herself, continuing. “Not many new people visit here often, and women at that.” You swallowed the impolitely large bite you had taken. 

“I’m here for business. I go by Miss Petrova.” You reached a hand out, hers extending to meet yours. “You go by Miss Petrova?” You realized your mistake.

“Well, it’s a more formal name. I don’t get called y/n much, not too many friends to remember it.” She grinned, and a gem embedded on her tooth sparkled.

“Well that’s just perfect. I’m here with my wife, and she’s the only one to call me by my name as well here. I miss hearing it from my friends back home. I’m Anya.”

“y/n,” you repeated, this time saying your name with more friendliness attached. 

Anya settled into her seat. “I’m sure you have many things to do on your first day here, but may I suggest some places to see?” 

You nodded, motioning for her to continue.

“Well, there’s the cathedral for one. The chorus there is splendid on Sundays, even for the less religiously inclined such as myself. Second is the library in the Knights of Favonius headquarters. They don’t often allow outsiders in, however if you have the funds,” she discreetly flashed a full pouch, “they’ll turn their eyes.”

You laughed, surprised at the lax nature of this place and the woman in front of you. She suddenly clapped her hands together.

“I almost forgot! The Windblume Festival. You’ve come just in time, depending how long you’re here for. It’s this giant event that happens every spring. Lots of food and shopping to do. Oh I know we’ve only just met but I would love to take you. My partner and I try to go every year, but she always gets caught up with business.” 

You were impressed by her friendliness. “I’d love to.” You smiled, this time genuinely.

She sprang up. “I forgot! I’m supposed to be at the tailor’s in a bit.”

You placed your hand on the table. “Ah, I forgot to ask! Is there.. A good place to get a drink around here? You know, traveling and all takes a toll.” Anya looked puzzled. 

“Besides the restaurants, nowhere dignified. But I suppose…” She thought. “Angel’s Share on the southeast side isn’t a bad choice. They have some vip rooms. And Master Diluc, the tycoon, sometimes takes up a shift. He’s far from an eyesore.” Anya winked. She waved goodbye before being ushered out by two servants.

You sat back, wind knocked out of you by such a pleasant interaction. She must not be home much, you thought. The capital women back home always seemed so cold and kniving, not even batting an eye to your class.

Maybe this place will be more fun than you thought.

-

You gathered your things and walked outside into the sunny air of the city. The wind never let up here, always a soft breeze to remind you that this was the City of Freedom. Ironic that you were here. Passerbys looked at you often, and you looked down at your clothes. Very out of place, with the dark tones contrasting the brightness of the city. It felt like you were the only one dressed for a funeral.

That’s when a clothing store across the way caught your eye. You crossed the busy street, and the old wooden door of the shop rang a bell as you entered. An older woman waved you in, and you bowed your head before examining a nearby rack. You buzzed about before a certain outfit on display caught your eye. It was miles more casual than the dress you wore.

You put your hand on the linen sleeves of the white button down on the mannequin. Its cuffs were ruffled, intricate embroidered patterns climbing up the wrist. The brown leather shorts were layed underneath a tawny corset. It looked more comfortable, something easy to move in. 

Trying it on felt like a glove, down to the knee-high leather boots it was accompanied with. You spun, this outfit feeling more familiar.

You graciously paid and left still wearing the outfit. The last dress was dropped off before you made your way south. 

The streets got more compact with people, now seeing rows of street vendors. “Southeast..” You murmured, referencing the map Anya had snuck onto the table.

At last, you stopped outside of a leaning building, big letters reading “Angel’s Share”. Only a moment had passed before the door opened and someone was shoved outside. He appeared to be a bard who’d clearly had too much to drink. “I’ll be back for more!”

A voice attached to the arm that had pushed him out grumbled something before slamming the door shut. The bard stumbled up, and winked at you as he passed. You were a bit weirded out, but then again it was a new city. 

Your new boots clacked against the wooden floors as you entered. Nobody was there to seat you, so you picked a spot near an open window. It overlooked the street, with more than enough citizens to people-watch. 

You were so immersed in some argument happening between two vendors and one panicked woman trying to decide who to buy from that you had ignored the heavy footsteps approaching you.

“Can I buy you a drink?” You looked up to see an older man, probably in his thirties, with a half-empty glass in his hand.

“Oh, no, that’s alright. I’m waiting for someone.” You declined.

He brushed off his shoulder and put his arms on the table. “Come on now miss, who would be such an arse that they’d leave you to wait alone?” The man smirked. “I’m much better company.”

“No thanks.” You refused once more, placing a hand on the hilt of your knife shrouded on your belt. 

You had halfway unsheathed your blade before a familiar voice called out. “Go back and sit down Henry. She doesn’t want to listen to your boring battle tales.” You looked up to see Diluc, dressed more casually. He hung his coat and flashed his forearms as he pulled his sleeves up.

The man just grunted and went back to his buddies, who immediately laughed as he punched one in the arm. You sighed, grateful for his interference.

Probably wouldn’t look good if I killed someone my first day here. Diluc only looked at you for a second before turning and walking behind the bar. You wanted to say something, but before you could get up another patron demanded his attention.

So you sat and watched. A waiter had brought you a drink and you sipped while observing Diluc working. He was surprisingly skillful at his work, pouring drink upon drink. You watched the way his long ponytail moved as he shook drinks, expression never changing.

It was a while before things started to calm down. You finally got up and made your way to the counter. 

“Thank you-” you started, him not even looking in your direction, “for that.” He shrugged. “Didn’t want to deal with his mess today.” You paused. “Still, it’s appreciated. Not many people would notice that kind of thing and actually do something about it.”

Diluc seemed annoyed and turned to another customer. “Don’t mention it.”

You were stumped. Weren’t bartenders supposed to be more friendly? I mean, it’s customer service. You shook it off, trying to pry back into his graces.

“If you have a bit of free time, do you think you could show me around? I’m still not familiar with most of the city.” He finally turned back to face you. 

“I’m always busy.” 

You put on your best pleading face, waiting a bit before he finally put a hand on his forehead.

“Fine. I get off later this evening, but it’ll only be for a few hours.” You clapped. “Yay! And I thought you were going to keep being all stoic and shit.” 

He looked surprised by your cursing. Fuck, I’m supposed to be classy. You spoke once more. “Sorry, I meant all stoic and stuff. Still getting used to keeping business talk on twenty-four seven.”

He rolled his eyes, signaling your time to buzz off. You smiled before leaving the tavern, this time making your way back through the main part of the city. That’s when you saw it- business owners hanging garlands, pinning white flowers to the branches. The entire street was covered in shades of green, orange, white, blues. It registered to you as preparation for the festival. 

“So pretty, isn’t it!”

You let out a shrill yelp, whisking around to see Anya’s face gleaming at you. “Gods, you scared me.” She giggled and pulled out an orange flower.

“A gift from a vendor. She said my face was as rare as this is.” Anya spun it in her hand. “Then I saw that they were on clearance.” She puffed. You laughed at her dissapointment.

“So where have you been all day?” Anya asked. You looked up, thinking. “I see you have a new outfit,” she motioned to your more casual attire, “must be integrating yourself.”

You shook your head. “More like trying to free up my limbs. I still can’t get used to dresses.” She agreed with your retort. Looking back to the street, you saw two children chasing a ball. 

“It’s so much more laid back here. Everyone just seems so…”

“Free?” She peered at your objects of attention. “Well, it is the city of freedom after all.” She made a clicking noise. “Thats why we vacation here. It’s like a whole new experience after being sheltered in the snow nine months out of the year.”

You couldn’t argue with here. You saw what she meant, but couldn’t suppress the jealousy that pained your chest. It seemed as if she could feel your pain, quickly changing the topic. “So, did you get a chance to meet Master Diluc?” 

A flash of him behind the bar flickered in your vision. “Yes, very cold and.. Standoffish.” Was he always like this?

“That’s part of his charm. There are so many girls demanding his attention here, so he has to find some way to ward them off.” She started again. “Otherwise groups of girls would return home every day promising their parents that a proposal was near.”

You could see his appeal. Wealthiest man in the country with unlimited connections to other countries, and the looks didn’t hurt. Though there was something about his icy personality that you couldn’t quite shake. 

“He’s supposed to show me around later.”

Anya gasped. “Well that’s just wonderful! I’m sure he has many places to recommend, and definitely knows more than I do.”

You walked with her, stopping to taste food here and there before she had to get picked up and escorted back. The sun looked like it would set soon, so you sat on a stoop and waited. 

This place felt like a dream. It was such a stark opposite of where you came from, where sunlight was a privilege to people like you. You toyed with the vision in your hand, its purple hue reminding you not to get too comfortable.

Just as you thought he wouldn’t show, you heard the sound of women murmuring on the street before a shadow covered you. 

“Ready to go?”

-

-lilah

[cozyaspen]

Temnota

diluc x reader, part 1 of ?

1 2

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You searched frantically in his eyes for any hint of remorse, anything but betrayal and anger. “I didn’t-” You couldn’t speak. Blood pooled on his chest as his hands held your knife inches away from his chest, slicing into his fingers.

You wanted to stop. Needed to. But the vision at your side hummed and coursed through your entire being. It was never meant to go this far.

The door to the balcony swung open.

Jesus Christ.

“Does it have to be this tight?”

The maid only looked at you callously and continued the puzzle that was your dress. The black ribbon pushed up all the right parts and squished what wasn’t desired as it tightened. You sighed in annoyance and gripped the top of the chair tighter. 

It took what seemed like forever for her to finish pleating your dress exactly how it was made to look, soft satin contrasted in its deep maroon stain.

A black veil was clipped to the backline of the bustier, hiding your contorted back. She finished and quickly exited the excessively glamorous room you’d spent the last few hours in. 

The heavy doors creaked shut. Looking over your shoulder, you removed the black mask from the vanity and placed it gently over your face, adjusting your hair to accommodate. It had been put up, much to your disdain- however this wasn’t the time for you to rebel. 

-

“Master Diluc! So nice to see you again.” The loud voice echoed over the nearby orchestra as a white haired man covered in medals waltzed towards a nearby group of minglers.

The man of the hour turned, emotionless face quickly replaced with a smile. He bowed his head to the nobles around him, and they turned to strike conversation elsewhere. “General Adalgiso. I’m glad you could make it all the way from Inazuma.” The general laughed. 

“Yes, well it is much easier now that the travel ban has been lifted. We’ve been able to acquire some much needed goods for our forces.” Diluc nodded. 

“It’s been beneficial to have such an open relationship with that nation. Turns out they love having a bigger supply of wine.” He grinned as another approached, wine glass nearly empty in her hand.

“It is a celebration for him, after all.” A blonde woman in a bright blue dress removed her white mask, holding it on an elegant metal rod. She spoke to the general before walking closer to Diluc. 

“Master Diluc, you look wonderful tonight.” She attempted to adjust his coat before he took a step back. "It's wonderful to see you. I hear your husband has acquired a large amount of ships recently, from Liyue." She rolled her eyes.

 "Him and his ships. That's all I ever hear about from him," she paused, looking him up and down.

 “Oh, how I wish he was more like you. You're still a bachelor, correct? I have some family members who would love to meet you.” He nodded. “Thank you Madam Ilse, but I'm too caught up in work at the moment. We'll be in touch- excuse me, I have some things to check up on.”

He bowed and turned off, leaving the two to discard their cups and pick up the nearest glasses of wine. The woman sighed and took a large sip.

Archons. Only an hour in and I’ve made no progress.

He exhaled and toyed with the broach on his coat pocket before adjusting it to lay even. The next group on his list was some businessmen who’d recently returned from Snezhnaya. He’d only taken a few steps before a booming voice rose over the music.

“Now introducing Miss Y/N Petrova.” 

“Who would come in so late and demand an introd-” He quieted as he looked towards the sound of the servant. A woman in a deep red dress was hidden by a black mask, yet he could feel her eyes looking directly into his. He watched in silence as she began to descend the steps, and it seemed as if all eyes were on her.

 Her dress contrasted everyone around her, the only one wearing red being Diluc. The orchestra faded back into his ears as she approached. A deep curtsy was all she did before extending a gloved hand. “Do you dance?”

-

He looked down, then slowly back up to your face. Or at least what he could make out of it. “It’d be my pleasure.” He took your hand before you led him to the floor. A new song began, and you felt his overly warm hand place on your waist, not daring to drop any lower. 

“I believe we haven’t met before.” He started. “No, not likely. This is my first time in this nation.” You smiled softly as he dipped you slightly. Bringing you back up, you looked around his face, him being the only one without any covering. “Where do you hail from?” He asked, still trying to figure you out.

“I lead my father’s business in Snezhnaya. I mostly work in other nations- establishing different locations along the way. This is my last stop,” you explained, “and I heard of this ball and hoped to connect with you.”

“Connect?”

You laughed and felt his eyes on you. “In a purely professional way, of course. I mean to set up a location in your nation’s capital.” As the music changed, the partners around you swapped; yet he didn’t let go of your waist, only pulling you in closer.

“What kind of location?” He asked, twirling you.

“We mainly provide places for businessmen like yourself to meet and discuss important matters- in an elegant way.” You coated the word elegant in such a sarcastic way that Diluc had no way of making sense of it. “I do see how that’d be of interest to me. So you’re saying you want me to invest?”

You pursed your lips longingly. “Perhaps. However I do need someone to show me around, help understand where to put the location.” You tilted your head. His expression shifted to a slightly colder one, one that wouldn’t have been noticed if you weren’t trained to notice such changes. 

The song ended. You curtsied, and he bowed slightly in response. Before he could speak, you interrupted.  “Please excuse me. I’m going to go chat.” You almost tripped before catching yourself as you took a deep breath.

 He was surprised at how informal you were, excusing yourself for such an unimportant reason. Diluc watched you as you walked off, noticing how the black tulle shielded your figure. 

-

As soon as you were out of sight, you rushed to the bathroom. You locked the extravagant door behind you, finding yourself in a dimly lit room. 

Your hands gripped the sink as you heaved. Looking up, you saw the conflict in your own face before ripping a gold-shrouded gem from the bust of your dress where it had lay under the fabric.

“Gods, this thing is going to kill me.” You’d been feeling the item draining your energy for the past few hours, and had finally caught up to you. The delusion flickered in your hand, the electro sigil burning through. Pain coursed through your hands, placing the vision on the edge of the sink. You backed away, looking at yourself in the mirror. 

I’m the only one in red. You scoffed. They really thought of everything to make me stand out. 

You felt at the sort of cape you wore. Your own addition, as the back of the dress dipped low.. Too sultry for a first meeting. The Fatui just loved to go too far.

-

A carriage awaited you as the night grew darker, with more and more drunken nobles hobbling into their own rides. You quietly joined them before reaching out to the horse pulling your carriage. You felt eyes on you, looking back to meet the red-haired man you’d danced with hours ago. 

There was no discernable look on his face, and he murmured something to a nearby servant before turning his back and walking into the giant manor.

The ride into the capital was much shorter than you’d anticipated. Looking outside, you remembered how he’d looked under the lights of the dancefloor, warm hues illuminating his fiery hair. His very presence sent heat to the touch. You shook it off, attributing it to the common side effects Pyro visions had on the user’s body. 

A small village passed by in a blur, allowing you glimpses of the lights dimming in the town’s houses. The long grass whistling in the wind was barely heard over loud gravel and horse huffing. 

At long last, the carriage pulled up to a tall, leaning building that blended with the surrounding city. “Your lodge, miss.” The footman held a hand out to you. You ignored it.

“It’s just us here, Ivan. You don’t need to pretend.” You offered a grim smile.

 He rescinded and sighed. “I’ll be back in a month. The supreme has requested updates every week. Please work fast.”

You scratched the back of your neck. “As fast as the gods allow me to be.” 

After bidding your farewell, you entered an elevator with your things and another unnamed man closed the iron door before it rose. The apartment you’d been placed in was sleek, filled with local items from home. As much as you’d been told to blend in, did it really help that the entire room reeked of Snezhnayan wealth? 

Whatever. It was only temporary anyways. It was better not to get used to it. You’d already untied the puzzle of ribbons on your waist, slipping off the dress for it to lay on the ground. Your sides ached from the tightness, and you couldn’t understand why people would willingly subject themselves to such torture. 

The plush bed felt like nothing as you climbed under its heavy covers. Your eyelids felt oh so heavy as the darkness of the night pooled into the room. 

The last thing you thought of was those deep eyes looking into yours, feeling his touch graze your skin.

-

an actual series! sorry bout my inactivity :)

-lilah

[m4ctavish]

ghost — combat medic.

masterlist.

pairing : simon “ghost” riley/gn!reader

desc : in which you, the 141’s beloved combat medic, have to take some time to take care of ghost.

a/n : kachow!

honestly, ghost is probably one of the better people you’ve treated. he doesn’t squirm all that often, doesn’t recoil when you press something cold to his skin. (soap for example gets kinda twitchy when you press something cold to his skin and you have to chastise him for moving all the time.)

you assess him with a sort of gentleness that he’s not used to, tilting his head to the left and to the right, up and down, checking for any minor wounds that he may not have told you about. (you’ve had to get on his and the others asses about telling you whether or not they have some small gashes or any sore spots. all it takes is something small to get infected to spell disaster.)

he’s not really as talkative as gaz or soap, but will talk to you if you bring something up to. if you’re curious about how he ended up in this situation (ie. blood dripping in to his eyes from the crown of his head or a deep gash on his upper arm), he’ll tell you. very plainly, albeit. (“rough day?” “guess you could say that.”)

he watches you the entire time you work; it’s fascinating to him. yes, he’s had his fair share of treating his own wounds in the field, as well as others, but there’s nothing quite like how you do it. he likes your efficiency

you’re in your element whilst you’re doing this and he admires that. he finds your handiwork impressive, from the way you clean and cauterize wounds to the way you stitch up gashes and wrap them in the field. (“keep it dry, ghost.” “ ‘course, doc.”)

his eye twitches when you press a swab covered in iodine to his leg or his upper arm though, and his breath hitches just slightly when your needle pierces his skin and you begin stitching him up.

you’re as deadly with a knife or gun as you are efficient with a scalpel and needle. he likes that about you. he knows that you’re capable of taking care of yourself. (the first time the two of you saw combat together was the first time he saw you take someone down. it was clean, between the ribs with a twist.)

while you are more than capable of protecting yourself and keeping yourself alive, that won’t stop him from pulling you out of the line of fire and keeping you safe to the best of his ability. the team needs you— he needs you. for medical reasons, of course.

some of the more awkward interactions would be when you have to do more rudimentary checkups. little things like checking his heart rate, listening to his breathing, or keeping track of his blood pressure. either that or when you have to slide your hands along his back or front to check for any bruising or sore spots that’ll let you know if he’s broken anything.

there’s been a few instances where you’ve had to hoist him up on to your back or drag him behind cover by the back of his vest. he’s incredibly heavy when he’s dead weight.

(if you’re together) i can imagine your thumb swiping over a small gash on his cheek, some of the dry blood flaking off as you do so. his gloved hand moves to wrap around your wrist, securing your hand in place.

[cozyaspen]

as i rewatch aot-

college au eren is so overdone but i eat it up every time. him coming to your dorm after classes to nap in your arms, getting your food at the dining halls for you, being the worst ( and most impatient) study buddy ever, as you have to ignore constant whining and cheeky “wanna go to the study rooms?”

and the little things, like his stabilizing arm wrapping around your waist to shield you from any drunken beer pong players at a frat party. he likes the socialization but gets unmistakably jealous every time someone sends a wink your way.

[cozyaspen]

if you hug them from behind

ft. diluc, kaeya, zhongli, xiao, al haitham, childe

warnings- none. different scenarios, slightly suggestive

gn!reader x genshin men

☆ diluc would immediately get flushed. if you were in public, he’d probably whisper to save it for when you were in a more private place. while not being much of a pda person, he’d give you more than enough attention behind closed doors to satisfy.

☆ if anything, kaeya would definitely entertained by you. the opposite of his brother, he’d turn into the ultimate pda machine, showing you and your affection off to everyone. he would hold your hands exactly where they are, refusing to let go for the next hour or so.

☆ to your lack of surprise, zhongli would be fairly unphased. he is more than aware of how perfect his waist is for hugging, continuing whatever conversation he was having already.

☆ although he’s never around any humans but you, xiao would likely still get shy and push you away at first, giving in when learning of your rock hard grip. he’d never admit it, but he looks behind him every once in a while hoping you’re trying to give a surprise attack.

☆ giving al haitiam a surprise hug while in a conversation with another scholar would garner a raised eyebrow and turn of head to face you. normally he’d be the one showing his claim to you, not the other way around.

☆ childe would probably think you’re trying to fight him. he’d immediately engage in battle, forcing a shriek and sprint away from his ecstatic mood. you’d eventually get tackled to the ground surrounded by laughter.

[veriidol]

red dead of night

[cozyaspen]

bandages - pt. II

pairings- hurt diluc x reader

words- 1k

song suggestion- jamie- montell fish

1 / 2

themes: sfw, tending to dilucs wounds, angst/comfort, mentions of blood

Nothing seemed to calm you. You refused to stop, anxiously looking through any book, letter, or strewn paper in hopes of getting just one clue. Diluc had been missing for just over a week with no notice, and it was too much to bear.

He’d left for another nighttime session despite your warnings and the horrible weather. The entirety of your situation-ship, one of your biggest worries was what his vigilante role would do to him. Regardless, when you heard news of him being returned to the manor, it seemed your legs couldn’t carry you fast enough.

You rushed into the shared bedroom where a servant was removing the torn jacket of your lover. He was standing, knuckles white from gripping a bedpost.

You couldn’t see much from this side, but was able to make out a thick caking of dried blood splattered across his coat.

“Adeline, you may leave us.”

The maid in the room nodded and quickly departed. Diluc sat down quietly; it was silent for a moment before walking around the bed to face him.

It took great restraint to keep back the gasp at your throat. His face was nicked and fresh blood was tricking down his forehead. Without the coat, you could see deep gashes that had torn up his top- littered across neck to the ends of his forearms.

He refused to meet your gaze, distressed that you had to see him like this.

“Luc..” you whispered softly. A gentle hand reached for yours; he lifted his head and dull, baggy eyes looked to you. “I thought I had control but the fatui, they…” he trailed off. “I wasn’t prepared.”

You shook your head. “Let’s not focus on that. Sit back, let me take care of you.”

He allowed you to take his shirt off, and you could now clearly see how bad the damage really was. The warrior already had numerous scars and burns, but the fresh gashes overlapped them and you knew it would be difficult to recover from. Turning to grab a towel, you wrung it with warm water and gently started running it down his chest.

Diluc winced as you ran the fabric over a particularly bloodied spot. It made your heart sting to see him like this, however this wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Of course not to this extent, but worrying nonetheless. You wiped his chin and brought his face up to meet yours, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead and resting yours against his.

“I wish you would just prioritize your life even a little bit more,” you murmured just loud enough for him to hear.

“I will.”

You knew in your heart he was just agreeing to relieve your stress temporarily. No matter how much you begged otherwise, he would always be devoted to protecting Mondstadt even if it cost him his life.

Some nights you would stay up and wonder when a servant would burst in reporting his loss in a final battle. If he knew of this, he’d be sure to persuade your thoughts to more positive directions but the lingering horror would still remain. You set down the towel and grabbed the sharp needle resting beside it. Carefully and slowly, you began to suture the gashes across Diluc’s abdomen.

You understood how painful the procedure was but knew it had to be done, so you continued; trying not to pay attention to the yell attempting to escape his throat. In the end your worry won.

“Please, tell me to stop if it’s too much.” Diluc refused and you continued, finishing by wrapping cool bandages around the entirety of his torso.

His flickering eyes rested on you, beckoning you to move closer. A gravitational pull connected your lips to his, forgetting the situation and hungrily melting into him. A burst of energy ripped through him, seizing your draping tunic. You returned this, pressing against his hard chest until Diluc let out a pained groan. Pulling back revealed a streak of dark red on your palm. Gasping, “Fuck, ‘Luc I didn’t mean to-” He pulled you back. “It’s ok, doesn’t hurt that bad.”

Moving off the bed was a better idea, denying anything further in fear of opening another stitch. Helping him lay back into the comfort of your shared bed, you cleaned up the maroon stains over the bed covers and replaced them with fresh sheets. Slipping into bed, his arm found your waist, weakly pulling you to look down on him. This time he didn’t speak, only running a single hand through your hair; a faint glimmer returning to his eyes.

Softly and without sound, you laid a whisper of a kiss upon him, without blood this time. You were afraid any sudden movement would break him (or your resolve).

Night faded to black, your arm draped over the least injured part of his chest. Any remaining fire light from nearby candles died out, leaving only the feel of your lover’s rising and falling chest.

-

heheheheeheheheehe part two

that’s all

-lilah

[cozyaspen]

reincarnation au where dainsleif is destined to be your lover throughout all your lives, forever passing shortly after reconnecting with him. he has to watch you from afar, knowing however temporary your happiness would be if you crossed paths.

knowing he can’t always prevent your meeting, your soul sparking as every memory from every life foods back into you when you meet his cerulean eyes. his initial hesitance to even touch you, afraid to break the illusion. giving in, spending those most joyous weeks savoring every soft touch, every lingering kiss. cherishing any of the short time he has left with you.

your sudden sickness overcoming you, with your last heard words being a soft “find me. again and again. no matter how many times we must endure death, “all i want is you.”

[cozyaspen]

stitches - pt 1

pairings- diluc x hurt reader

words- 1k

song suggestion- cardigan (dolby atmos stems)- taylor swift

1 / 2

themes: sfw, angst/comfort, diluc tends to a wounded reader, mentions of blood

A sharp wince escaped your lips as you held onto Diluc’s broad shoulders. He held your hip stable as the other hand weaved a needle through your bloodied abdomen.

You’d just returned from a particularly difficult and long mission, stationed far from the main of Mondstadt. It only took a couple dozen warriors to make you retreat to the safety of the knights. You were brought to the manor Diluc had been pacing in your absence, prompting him to rush out and carry you inside as soon as he noticed you.

Normally Diluc wouldn’t worry about you going on long commissions, but this time was different. You’d been missing for over a week with no correspondence so when you finally returned in the knights’ carriage- although covered in deep gashes and bruises- all he felt was relief.

The pricking began to burn as he sutured quickly, and you had to bite down on a nearby blanket to keep from wailing. The last thing you’d want is a bunch of people circling around you in this state.

“Go slower, ’Luc” you groaned.

“I’m sorry my love, but we need to get these wounds closed” the redhead murmured, gently and quickly sewing up yet another slice in the dim candlelight. Every movement sent a sharp jolt throughout your body, and somehow the treatment was worse than the actual battle.

“You should have come home as soon as they laid a single nick on you.” He looked up at you with worried eyes outlined by a harsh face. You rolled your eyes. “I thought I could handle it. It was only until more of them came and I lost my balance that-”

He cut you off. “It doesn’t matter. You could have died- gods any other person would have with these wounds. And there wasn’t any way to send anyone a sign?! Do you understand how frantic all of us were trying to locate you? If you hadn’t been found, I don’t know what I would have done…” he trailed off, and you could sense the pain in his voice.

Looking away, you couldn’t meet his gaze. It had been stupid to stay, you knew that. But you also knew his words came from a place of love and concern- it wasn’t uncommon for you to devote yourself too much to a job.

He sighed and placed the sharp needle down in the metal pan beside the bed you both rested on, grabbing the towel from the various medical tools. Due to his nighttime vigilantism, he was experienced in remedying wounds but wished he would never have to use it on you.

His hands returned to you, this time slowly caressing your soon to be scarred body with a warm, damp cloth. You’d been trying to prevent yourself from looking too closely this whole time, but couldn’t miss how quickly the towel was saturated with your blood.

Your quickening breath didn’t go unnoticed by your lover, who paused to lift your chin to reach your collarbones. “Looking will only make it worse.” You bit your lip and pushed the back of your head deep into a pillow.

This care continued for some time, taking pauses while applying a round of some sterile liquid to wipe your tears. Diluc sat you up, carefully wrapping your body in bandages as you leaned against him. After, the sheets were promptly changed, stained red as a servant carried them out.

He aided you in getting under your shared covers and sat, kissing your forehead. His lips lingered and his low words whispered against you, “please, don’t ever scare me like that ever again.”

“I promise.”

It was an obvious lie. You’d no doubt continue this just as he did with his ‘Darknight Hero’ role. It was puzzling to you how concerned he was with the lives of those around him but unphased by the importance of his own. It made it hard to discuss things like your devotion to your own job without him shutting you down.

As he pulled away to look at you, his hand gently pushed hair out of your face, lidded eyes pleading with your own. He wasn’t trying to be controlling, just simply didn’t want to lose anyone else the way he had before. You’d grown to be so important to him; what would he be if you were gone?

You pulled him back, his soft lips meeting your own. You clung to him, trying to confirm the promise to your lover. His body cautiously adjusted, and you felt him shift away, shaking his head. “Not tonight love, not when you can barely lift yourself to kiss me.”

You huffed in annoyance. “I’ll be fine soon enough.” He smiled and stroked your arm. “I’m counting on it.”

The night ended with his arms around you. This was his proposed compromise (much to your disappointment).

A cool breeze and soft crackling of the fireplace lulled you to sleep, still holding him tight with any remaining energy you had reserved.

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part 2 will be the reverse bc i couldn’t decide which scenario i liked more haha

-lilah

[cozyaspen]

ALMOST 2 YEARS AND DILUC FINALLY CAME HOME I HAVE NEVER BEEN HAPPIER

[cozyaspen]

honey to water

pairings- diluc ragnvindr x reader

words- 440ish

song suggestion- wicked games - the weeknd

slight nsfw, body fixations- rambles about some of the best parts about diluc

His Back. You swear you could see every muscle on him, littered with scars and bruises; some newer, some older, some shaped like purple lips. Sunlight, warm and golden, pouring in in the morning- enveloping those scars like waves as you trace the lines with your finger. The soft rise and fall of his shoulder as your touch relaxed his body. The way you could see the years of work in the way he swung his sword, donning only a linen shirt in the hot summer sun. Light creating a faint window to see the muscles under the thin fabric. The deep line that followed his spine. Grabbing him from behind, resting your head on him. The way your nails left long, burning marks down the length of his back. The roughness of his breath as you pull him closer, erasing any distance that remained between the two of you. Legs hooking around his raised waist to keep him from pulling away even a single inch.

His hands. Watching him make his patron’s drinks with ease, wrists flexing and displaying the veins in his arms. Sleeves rolled up, forearms beaded with sweat. Expertly pouring cocktails, long fiery hair draped over his face, forcing you to focus on his hands. The way they knew your body perfectly, spending the perfect amount of time on each part of you. Using his shoulders as balance, his rough hands resting just above your pretty hips. His grip tightening with your increase in speed, letting out the most beautiful sounds you’ve ever heard. The way he pulled his hand through your hair as you both gazed at each other in the morning light, eyes framed by crimson locks.

His lips. God, his lips. His forever soft lips that were able to find every nook and cranny in your body. Working down your neck with burning kisses, he left a trail of fire behind everywhere he touched. Whether it be a quick peck on the forehead or a long kiss, you found yourself craving more. He would lean down, forearms resting beside your head, inching towards you. You could feel his warm breath, and found yourself leaning up towards him. He would pause, teasing your mouth mere centimeters away. As soon as he gave in, his lips sent you into a frenzy, blood burning and hairs on edge. It was almost hard to believe sometimes how well the two of you mixed, flowing together like honey to water. Connecting so easily, yet somehow still separate. That didn’t discourage you from trying your hardest to become one being. It was a goal you’d never stop trying your hardest to achieve.

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can u tell who my favorite genshin man is

- lilah

[avendell]

Eren 🌙

[cozyaspen]

lazy mornings with keigo

pairings - keigo takami ( hawks ) x reader

words - 1.1k

song suggestion - I want you around - Snoh Aalegra

sfw / cute, casual, hanging out at home, fluff

You yawn as you rub your eyes- back was aching and stomach was rumbling.

As you let the bright sun wake you up, you reach beside yourself, expecting to feel the no. 2 hero.

After feeling around, you look over to see an empty bed. He must have had an emergency call or something.

It wasn't unusual for you to find your bed empty in the mornings, as Keigo was often busy. In turn, you were left alone.

Mumbling, you pull your pillow over your face. A knock at the door startles you, and you sit up.

"Hmm? Come in-"

Keigo opens the door with his feathers, carrying a tray of food.

His hair is ruffled and messy, as it usually was, and he wore black sweats and thin gold necklace, upper half decorated with the warm sunlight drifting in the bedroom. His red wings rest at his sides, nearly dragging on the floor. The light breeze coming from the fan in the corner of the room caused his feathers to sway.

How does he always look so perfect?

You laugh and say, "You almost scared me, hun. I thought an intruder broke in."

He walks over, setting down the food on the bed. The golden-eyed man chucked, replying, "And you just said 'come in'? That doesn't seem very smart."

"Mmm... If you were an intruder, I'd just use you as a way to wake up."

He leans over and kisses you on the cheek.

"I know I haven't been home much, but I wanted to make it up to you. So... breakfast?"

You smile and look up at him, grabbing the necklace around his neck and pull him in. The two of you exchanged a light kiss, and you whisper, "you know me well.”

You look down at the tray. Cups of coffee, donuts, and pumpkin muffins please your eyes.

"Damn even just looking at this makes me full," you say, eyeing a maple donut.

"Dig in before it gets cold, love".

He made your drink exactly as you like it, of course. Recently he'd been more attentive to your likes and dislikes, which was nice.

With him being gone so often, it made you appreciate the little things of your relationship. The inside jokes, random hugs, flicks on your forehead... You savored every moment with him. Even when you argued, you knew he'd still be on your side in the end.

And anyway, most of the time the argument would be over something dumb- like when you didn’t realize he was behind you and ended up slamming the door on his face.

After breakfast full of joking and almost spilling coffee, you grab the tray to put it in the kitchen. As you clean the dishes, you look out the big window of your apartment.

The sun began to peek over the horizon, lighting up the city with soft orange and pink rays. Traffic slowly built up as the world began to stir. Morning like this were your favorite. Just you, Keigo, and the subtle sound of wind going against the windows.

It was only necessary for you two to buy a place to live that was high up and open.

Therefore, the apartment walls were mostly just floor to ceiling windows, and the view was stunning.

You could see to the other side of the city, and when Hawks had to leave for work he could just dip out the balcony.

Life had been difficult until now, with you taking time off your hero job to go to college, and Kegio having an extremely heavy load of work.

The most recent problems with the League of Villians only added to the stress.

Things were never seeming to settle down, and little by little you guys got to see each other more through the chaos. Sharing a home only strengthened your bond.

Someone crept up behind you and hugged you from behind. You set down the last dish and towel and snuggle into his embrace.

A small tap to a nearby speaker causes a soft song to play and the two of you started swaying to the beat. Keigo pulls you out of the hug, twirling you into a dance.

You match his rhythm perfectly and started getting super into the music as the sun rose. Both of you made eye contact, grinning and laughing. You weren’t the best at dancing, but he payed no mind as he guided you.

As the song faded away, he finally let go and started to put away dishes. "No work today?" you ask.

"Nah, not that I know of. I'm glad though, you know how much I like lazy days."

"Mm, of course," you tease, "that's why I do all the chores.”

He gasps and playfully hits you with a towel. "Not fair!"

When you guys finish, you head back to the bedroom as it was still early. He lays down on the bed and you go to grab your makeup.

"Hey, babe?"

"Yeah?" you reply.

"Can you do my makeup? Yours always looks so cool and I think I'd look good in it."

"Uhh, sure!"

You grab a few products and sit in his lap. he leans his head against the pillow and you get to work.

Gently holding his cheek, you apply his eyeliner. He rests his hands on your waist and lightly traces circles on your lower back. You slowly apply eyeliner, tracing his natural eye marks that you so loved.

His hand reaches for your chin and pulled your face in for a kiss. His warm lips against yours felt like heaven, and even though it only lasted a second, it was comforting.

Your hips pressed against him to get even closer. You felt his lips smirk and he kissed you even more deeply.

You pull away and he strokes your hair.

"I love you, y/n.”

"I love you too. You do need to shave soon though." you joke, pulling at his chin.

Keigo lets out an amused chuckle and you cap the liner, setting it aside.

You lay on top of him, your head resting on his chest as you embraced each other. You close your eyes, listening and focusing on his heartbeat. His breath tickled your head, sending soft shivers down your spine.

He felt like home.

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i wanted to do a cute lazy day for my first fic on here bc the idea has been floating around in my mind :)

-lilah

[mi-soleil]

diluc 🧎🏻‍♀️

DILUC ☹️

[cozyaspen]

in his new skin the scratches on the back hello ???? yes please