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diluc x gn!reader // fluff/angst? // valentines day 2023 // enjoy! <3
It always started with a knock.
The first knock was way-back-when in days of old, when Diluc was still as young and as righteous as the knights that he took pride in. You, the owner of the Dawn Wineryโs local strawberry garden, opened the door in a hurry.
โMy deepest apologies! I never meant for Willow to eat some of your berries, and it is entirely my fault. My father will surely pay you back ten fold-โ
All Diluc heard was the faint sound of a giggle, and the guilty โneighโs of his horse, now known to you as โWillow,โ behind him.
โItโs quite alright, Mr. Ragnvindr. Besides, Miss Willow only ate a few. As long as she is fed, I have no need for payment.โ
โAre you sure? It really would be of no problem for neither my father nor the winery to reimburse you-โ
โI am positive, Ragnvindr.โ
Well, now the atmosphere was plain awkward. Dilucโs plan was to apologize, pay you back like the gentlemen his father had raised him to be, and then leave. Now what was he to do with your kindness?
โMay I.. pet her?โ โWho, Willow?โ โYes, may I?โ
โOf course!โ
You and Diluc began rambling on about each other's lines of work. Dilucโs training, your gardening, and of course the ever-mischievous Willow. From that day forward, you heard a knock at your door at almost every opportunity in which Diluc found it appropriate to do so.
Of course, there had to be another knock.
Was this the thousandth? Ten-thousandth? Quite honestly, you and Diluc had lived together for so long not even the Gods in Celestia could bother to count all of the knocks that Diluc had given before he entered your shared bedroom.
โLove, Iโve got you a gift.โ
For the past 2 years, youโve been bedridden. Old age was not gracious to many, and not even you could escape time's clutches as your body started to weaken and wither. To be fair, Diluc wasnโt in the best shape either, but at least he could still move about. You didnโt envy him for it, for you only stared in awe every time he stood, his cane in one hand and yours in the other.
Dilucโs voice was hoarse, but after spending 72 years with him, he still sounded as kind and gentle as ever. In his hand, he held a small, red box wrapped in ribbon.
โPlease love, take it. I know you can still move your arms.โ He ended his sentence with a small smile, one which held both humor and a twinge of sorrow.
You took the box in your hands, its wrapping as soft as Willowโs coat. Inside the box, a stunning ruby necklace sat.ย
โYou got this for me?โ
โOf course, dear. I hope you cherish it as much as I cherish you.โ
Later that evening, Diluc assisted you out of bed. He knew he was not supposed to, but he couldnโt let tonight go to waste. What kind of husband would he be if he didnโt dance with his dear spouse on Valentine's Day?
So, after dressing you in the finest of silks, Diluc brought you downstairs next to the fireplace, and turned on the phonograph. Out came the sounds of a smooth, romantic piano.ย
He tried his best to dance with you, but ultimately, he only held you like a fine piece of china. His grip was strong, safe, unmoving. The both of you stood still in the living room, the only sound in the room being that of the phonograph.
โI love you, Y/n.โ
โI love you too, Diluc.โ
A kiss was shared between the two of you, one that the both of you hoped would last a lifetime.
And, in a way, your wishes did come true. For Diluc had a love and a passion for you that lasted 72 long, lovely years, and even more to come.
Once it was time for you to rest peacefully, several years after that night, he shed a single tear before holding your hand to his lips.
โWeโll meet again. Iโll make sure of it, my dearest.โ
Hi, I just wanted to say I'm totally in love with your recent Diluc work! It's so good and I totally relate to it, it made me think of my favorite Diluc asmr audio I listen to every night, it really helps me fall asleep, so thank you for that! <3
Awww, thank you so much!
One of the reasons why I enjoy writing comfort fics so much is because I want people to find a sense of security and safety in my works, and I'm so glad you enjoyed it. Stay tuned for more fluffy big red head pyro man
iโve been lurking your page for a while now and i love your works ๐๐คญ If i could please request y/n waking up after a pretty bad nightmare and diluc comforting them? and diluc being like โYou have nothing to worry about my love, iโll always be here with youโ. GN reader if you could. Thanks so much ๐ซถ๐ป
All alone, in a realm of sheer fear, agony, and dismay. You were haunted by the worst thing imaginable, your own thoughts.ย
You awoke in a cold sweat, the duvet feeling like ice against your skin.
The only force keeping you from bolting straight upwards was the large pair of protective arms your lover had surrounded you in; his self-proclaimed โHawk Hugโ. You noticed Diluc held you tighter than usual, and as your eyes started to focus in the dark, his furrowed brow and sympathetic gaze became more apparent.
โI see that youโre awakeโ
No words came out of your mouth, only soft whimpers escaped. Diluc placed his hand on your head, wishing to immediately whisk away all of your worries and sorrows even if he knew he did not have the precise and all-mighty power to do so.
โYou do not have to talk about it if you wish not to.โ
Diluc could practically hear your body shivering against him.
โWould you like for me to prepare you some tea-โ
โ..donโt go..โ
โ..What did you say love?โ
โDonโt go. Please.โ
You wrapped your arms around his torso, hoping to pull him in closer than he already was. Words could not escape your tongue of how much Diluc meant to you in this moment.
โAll that matters now is you and me. Lying here. Safe, warm, and most importantly, together.โ
A kiss was placed on your forehead, a sign of love, compassion, and care from your one and only.
โGet some rest, my darling. There is nothing you need to worry about. I will always be here for you when you wake up.โ
โ..couple more..โ
โWhat was that?โ
โI wanna hear you talk, just a couple more minutes?โ
โWhat should I talk about?โ
โAnything, your voice soothes me.โ
As Diluc rambled on and on for the next half hour to your sleeping figure, he knew this was right. That you and him were right to be together. Whatever you have, will have, or had to go through, he would be here for every second. For your heart was his just as his heart was yours.
I'll never forget the time when my mom told her boyfriend I liked Hatsune Miku so for my birthday he bought me a plain black t-shirt with a small jpeg of miku in the middle
i couldnโt find another neutral smile which didnt make me look emo but yeah <33 this was fun
tagging: @cxlrosiiโ @haliyamoriโ @thatjadedhotmessโ @solaaresqueโ @almond-adeptusโโ and whoever sees this and wants to do this! (or not ur free to do wtvr)
Here is a list of all my current W.I.P.'s I'm working on. Stay tuned!
DISCLAIMER: W.I.P's are listed in no specific order. If I have not started working on your request, I apologize, but I do have a busy life outside of my writing. (don't take it personally!) Anyone who chooses to attack me for being slow or not fulfilling their suggestion will be immediately blocked.
Key:
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Italicized: Started
Bolded: Finished, waiting to release
anon request, reader prefers tarter cranberry juice over grape juice // fluff/crack
yoru i think that other anon might have meant rebloggingโฆ? and not reposting?
iโm not sure but i have explained it now ๐ฅฒ iโm a terrible explainer though so just previous nonnie if you see this ask, again in razor language:
reblogging on tumblr = yes, very nice and makes yoru happy ๐
reposting on another platform (like t*ktok etc.) = no, makes yoru angry ๐ก
I recently took an accidental hiatus to catch up on my studies. Recently I had finals, and since I take advanced courses, my work has been piling up. The hardest project I had to finish was my Computer Science class final, which involved programming a simple app and completing a long write up detailing how it functions. Luckily, I completely submitted the project last night. I am alright though, thank you for asking. :)
I apologize for not providing a notice of my leave, and I thank everyone who has stuck with me. As promised, my 400 follower post will be out soon along with several new one shots. Stay tuned!