Summary: When petty jealousy threatens to sour the quiet sanctity of their secret marriage, Mondstadtâs unyielding master of Dawn Winery burns away the rumors with an unforgettable public declaration of his devotion.
Word Count: 8.5k (whoops)
Warnings + Tags: Fluff | Established Marriage | Fluff | Comfort | Softness | Heavy Jealousy (from Donna) | Rumors | Protective Diluc | Protective Brother-in-Law Kaeya | PDA | Sweet Revenge | Public Confession | Public Marriage | Kaeya being a menace as always
The morning sun over Mondstadt always seemed to catch the crest of Starfell Valley first, pouring like liquid amber over the cider-scented orchards of the Dawn Winery.
It was a quiet sort of beauty, the kind that didnât demand an audience but simply existed, grounding and immense.
Inside the manor, the atmosphere was much the same.
You sat at the long, polished oak table in the dining room, the crest of the Ragnvindr clan catching the early light from the high arched windows.
A cup of black tea steamed faintly beside your plate, the scent of bergamot mingling with the rich, earthy aroma of the breakfast Elzer had just laid out.
From the doorway, the soft, rhythmic click of leather boots signaled his approach.
You didnât need to look up to know the precise cadence of Dilucâs step.
It was a march born of years of discipline, yet whenever he entered a room where you sat, that rigid pace invariably softened, rounding at the edges until it was nothing more than a gentle glide.
Diluc paused behind your chair, his gloved hand coming to rest lightly on the carved wooden back. With his other hand, he reached down, his long, pale fingers gently tucking a stray lock of your hair behind your ear.
His touch was warm, always so incredibly warm, a silent testament to the Pyro Vision that rested against his coat but it was also remarkably tender.
To the rest of Teyvat, Diluc Ragnvindr was a man of iron and ash, a silent protector who wore a permanent scowl and carried the weight of Mondstadtâs sins on his broad shoulders.
But here, within the private sanctuary of the winery, surrounded by the staff who had known him since childhood, he was simply yours.
"Did you sleep well?" his voice was a low, gravelly rumble, rich and soothing in the quiet of the morning.
"I did," you replied, tilting your head back to look up at him.
A small, soft smile graced your lips as you reached up to cup his cheek.
His skin was rough from years of handling claymores and reins, but he melted into your palm, his eyelids fluttering shut for a brief, sacred second.
"Though the bed felt a bit empty after dawn."
Diluc leaned down, pressing a lingering, warm kiss to your forehead. "I had paperwork to review with Elzer regarding the summer vintage. I didnât wish to wake you."
Across the room, Adeline stood by the sideboard, a silver teapot in hand.
A knowing, deeply affectionate smile softened her features as she watched the two of you.
She had seen Diluc through his darkest, most turbulent years, the years of grief, of self-imposed exile, of bitter isolation.
To see him now, anchored so completely by your presence, his sharp edges thoroughly blunted by the sheer depth of his love for you, brought a quiet joy to her heart.
"Master Diluc, the carriage is being prepared for your trip into the city," Adeline murmured, her tone respectful yet warm. "And forgive me, Lady Ragnvindr, your dynamic with the Knightsâ logistics team is scheduled for early afternoon, is it not?"
You laughed softly, shaking your head. "Adeline, please. Just my name is fine. And yes, Jean asked if I could assist with the inventory of the elemental reserves. With the Stormterror aftermath still causing minor anomalies, she wants an extra Vision holder on site."
Dilucâs eyes flicked down to your hip, where your own Vision rested, glinting softly in the morning light.
A subtle, protective tighten crossed his jaw, though it vanished as quickly as it came.
He trusted your strength implicitly. You were a formidable fighter in your own right, an equal partner who could stand back-to-back with him in the dead of night against an abyss pack without flinching.
His protectiveness wasn't a doubt of your capabilities; it was simply the natural law of his universe.
He loved you, and therefore, the world was a threat to be managed.
"I will be at the tavern by nightfall," Diluc said, his hand sliding down to your shoulder, giving it a firm, reassuring squeeze. "If your duties wrap up early, come find me at the Angelâs Share. We can ride back together."
"It's a date," you teased softly.
He didn't smirk, but the corners of his eyes crinkled a rare expression that only you ever truly witnessed.
To the world outside these stone walls, you were a dedicated ally of the winery, a capable Vision user, and a dear, trusted friend of Diluc Ragnvindr.
When the two of you had married a year ago, it had been a quiet affair, held in the estateâs private chapel with only Adeline, Elzer, and a profoundly smug Kaeya in attendance.
It wasn't that you were hiding your love; it was simply that neither you nor Diluc felt the need to perform your marriage for the court of public opinion.
You didn't hold hands in the streets of Mondstadt; you didn't exchange sweet nothings over the counter at the Good Hunter.
You walked side by side, equals, autonomous and private.
If anyone asked, neither of you lied. But Mondstadt was a city of gossip, and when people didn't see grand gestures, dramatic declarations, or a woman dangling off the winery master's arm, they assumed what they pleased.
To the average citizen, you were just an exceptionally close confidante. A brilliant friend.
And that suited you both perfectly. But privacy, you would soon remember, often left room for the imaginative malice of those who envied what they could not understand.
The afternoon air in Mondstadt was crisp, carrying the scent of dandelions and fresh bread from Sarahâs ovens.
You walked down the stone steps from the Knights of Favonius headquarters, stretching your shoulders after hours of cataloging elemental crystals with Lisa.
Your Vision hummed with a faint, resonant energy, responding to the ambient elemental flow of the city.
As you made your way past the flower shop, intending to head toward the plaza, a sharp, carrying voice cut through the midday bustle.
"Oh, look who it is. I swear, some people simply don't know when they are overstaying their welcome."
You paused, turning your head slightly. Standing near the city gates, leaning against a crate of goods, was Donna.
Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, her lips curled into a sneer that looked entirely out of place on her usually bright face.
A couple of other townspeople stood nearby, shifting uncomfortably under her intense, venomous gaze.
You blinked, genuinely caught off guard. "Good afternoon, Donna. Is something the matter?"
"Is something the matter?" Donna scoffed, taking a step toward you, her heels clicking sharply against the cobblestones. "You have a lot of nerve acting so innocent. Everyone in the city sees it, you know. The way you constantly hover around the Dawn Winery. The way you practically force yourself into Master Dilucâs schedule."
You stared at her, utterly bewildered. "I work closely with the winery on elemental defense and trade routes, Donna. Itâs matters of business."
"Business! Is that what you call it when you follow him around like a stray dog?" Donnaâs voice rose, deliberately drawing the attention of passing citizens.
A few merchants turned to look; a pair of Knights on patrol slowed their pace. "You think just because you have a Vision, you're somehow special? Youâre just a commoner clinging to his coattails, desperately trying to climb the social ladder. Itâs pathetic, really. Master Diluc is a nobleman of highest caliber. Heâs far too polite and well-bred to tell you to your face that you're an annoying nuisance, but itâs obvious to everyone else."
A low, collective murmur passed through the small crowd that had gathered.
Some looked sympathetic toward you, while others, fueled by the natural human appetite for scandal, began to whisper among themselves.
Is she really clinging to him? Well, they do spend an awful lot of time together... and Master Diluc never did seem the type to tolerate idle company.
You felt a prickle of annoyance, but you kept your composure.
You didn't need to defend your honor to Donna; the ring tucked safely on a silver chain beneath your shirt pressed warmly against your collarbone, a solid, unshakeable truth.
"Donna," you said, your voice calm, steady, and entirely devoid of the anger she was trying to provoke. "I assure you, Master Diluc is entirely capable of expressing his discomfort if he had any. My presence at the winery is welcomed."
"Welcomed? Keep telling yourself that!" Donna spat, her eyes flashing with a desperate, bitter jealousy.
For months, she had watched you slip in and out of the winery gates, had seen you walking beside the man of her dreams.
She had convinced herself that you were an opportunist, a parasite exploiting Diluc's solitary nature. "You're just a parasite. A desperate, clinging little girl who thinks a shiny glass orb on her hip makes her worthy of a Ragnvindr. You don't belong near him. You're nothing to him."
Before you could even open your mouth to reply, a long, dark shadow fell over the cobblestones between you and Donna.
"My, my. What an incredibly loud performance for such a quiet afternoon."
The smooth, theatrical drawl was instantly recognizable.
From around the corner of the alchemy station stepped Kaeya, his single eye gleaming with a dangerous, icy amusement.
His hand rested casually on the pommel of his sword, his posture relaxed, yet there was a distinct, predatory sharpness to the air the moment he arrived.
Donna paled slightly, stepping back. "Captain Kaeya! I-I was just... I was just pointing out the truth. Sheâs always bothering Master Diluc, and-"
"And since when did the logistics of the Ragnvindr estate become the civic duty of a floral assistant?" Kaeya interrupted, his smile never reaching his eye. He walked over, deliberately stepping into your space, his arm coming around your shoulders in a loose, protective, brotherly drape.
He looked down at you, his expression softening into genuine fondness. "Are you alright, little lady? Did the bad weather wash up some refuse?"
"I'm fine, Kaeya," you sighed, though you appreciated the warmth of his presence.
Over the past year, Kaeya had firmly established himself as a fiercely protective, albeit incredibly teasing, older brother figure to you.
He might have a fractured relationship with Diluc, but when it came to you, Kaeya was fiercely, uncompromisingly loyal.
Kaeya turned his gaze back to Donna, the temperature in the immediate vicinity seeming to drop by several degrees.
"Letâs clear something up, shall we? The lady you are so carelessly slandering happens to hold a position of utmost respect within the Knights' strategic network. Furthermore..." His grin widened, flashing a row of white teeth.
"If Master Diluc found her presence 'bothering,' he wouldn't be the one constantly ensuring her favorite tea is imported directly from Liyue just to keep her comfortable at his table. So, unless you want me to write up a formal report for public disturbance and harassment of a Knights' liaison... I suggest you take your flowers and your fascinating theories somewhere else."
Donna choked on her breath, her face flushing a deep, humiliated red.
She cast one last, hateful look at you before turning on her heel and storming off toward the flower shop, her hands trembling with rage.
The crowd dispersed quickly under Kaeyaâs sharp, lingering gaze. Once the street was relatively clear, Kaeya dropped his arm from your shoulder, letting out a soft sigh as he looked down at you.
"You let people trample over you too much," he chided gently, though his voice held no real bite. "You could have flattened her with your Vision in three seconds flat."
"And cause a scene? Diluc hates scenes," you reasoned, smoothing down your coat. "Besides, her words don't change the truth. Let her think what she wants."
Kaeya shook his head, a complex emotion flitting across his face. "You and Diluc... I swear, the two of you are stubborn to a fault. This whole 'private romance' bit is all well and good, but it leaves the door wide open for fools like Donna to think they have a chance, or worse, to drag your name through the mud. Diluc would burn Mondstadt to the ground if he knew she spoke to you like that."
"Then let's not tell him," you said softly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "He has enough on his plate with the Abyss Order activity near the Wolvendom borders. He doesn't need to waste his energy on town gossip."
Kaeya stared at you for a long moment, before letting out a defeated, amused chuckle. He reached out, rustling your hair affectionately. "You're too good for him, you know that? But fine. I won't say a word.
Just... be careful. Jealousy makes people do incredibly stupid things."
As it turned out, Kaeyaâs warning was entirely prophetic.
A few days later, a grand celebration was held in Mondstadt.
The Knights of Favonius had successfully cleared out a massive hilichurl camp that had been blocking the main trade routes from Liyue, and the acting Grand Master had declared a night of festivity to boost morale.
The entire city was alive with light, laughter, and the heavy scent of Barbatosâs favored brew.
The Angelâs Share was packed to the brim.
Every table was occupied, the wooden rafter echoing with the loud choruses of bards and the clinking of heavy beer mugs.
Diluc stood behind the bar, his expression as impassive as ever as he poured drinks with practiced, flawless efficiency.
He wore his usual high-collared vest, his fiery red hair tied back in a neat ponytail.
Despite the chaos of the crowded tavern, his eyes continuously tracked a single point in the room: you.
You were sitting at a table near the corner, laughing softly as Venti spun a ridiculous, entirely fabricated yarn about a dragon and a giant dandelion.
Beside you, Kaeya was nursing a glass of Death After Noon, his eyes occasionally scanning the room with quiet vigilance.
"Master Diluc!"
Dilucâs gaze snapped back to the bar counter.
Standing there, leaning heavily against the polished wood, was Donna. She had clearly had a bit to drink, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glassy, though fixed on him with an intense, desperate focus.
"A glass of your finest white wine, please," she purred, trying to pitch her voice lower, trying to emulate the sophisticated ladies she read about in novels.
Diluc didn't utter a word.
He simply reached for a clean glass, poured the requested wine, and slid it across the counter to her, already turning away to wipe down a tap.
"Master Diluc, wait," Donna called out, her hand reaching out across the wood, nearly catching the sleeve of his coat.
Diluc subtly stepped back, entirely out of her reach, his eyes narrowing into a cold, flat stare.
Undeterred by his icy demeanor, Donna leaned in closer, her voice carrying over the din of the tavern to the surrounding patrons. "I... I just wanted to say how much everyone appreciates you hosting these events. You are always so hardworking, so noble.
It must be so exhausting... especially with certain people constantly draining your time and resources."
Dilucâs hand paused on the towel. "What are you referring to?"
Donna took his response as an invitation, her eyes lighting up with a cruel, triumphant gleam.
She glanced pointedly over her shoulder toward your table. "Oh, you know. There are rumors all over the city about how some people take advantage of your generosity. Always hanging around the winery, acting like they belong there, using their Vision as an excuse to get close to your wealth and status. Itâs disgusting, really. Someone like you deserves a woman who truly understands high society, someone who values you for you, not just your name."
The immediate area around the bar went dead silent.
Several patrons lowered their mugs, sensing the sudden, suffocating drop in atmospheric pressure.
Diluc did not blink.
His crimson eyes fixed onto Donna with a terrifying, absolute stillness.
The heat radiating off him became palpable, a heavy, oppressive warmth that made Donnaâs breath hitch in her throat.
"Is that so?" Dilucâs voice was dangerously quiet, a low hiss of embers before a wildfire.
"Y-yes!" Donna stammered, emboldened by her own delusion. "Everyone thinks so! Sheâs just a clinging, desperate nobody whoâs dragging down your reputation. You should just ban her from the estate, Master Diluc. You don't need that kind of dead weightâ"
"Donna."
The name slipped from his lips like a sentence from a judge.
Diluc slowly placed the towel down on the counter.
He didn't raise his voice, but the sheer command in his tone cut through the entire tavern, silencing even the rowdy tables in the back.
"You are speaking of my wife."
The words dropped like a claymore splitting a boulder.
Donna froze, her eyes widening to the size of saucers. Her mouth opened, but no sound came out. "W... W-wife...?"
Across the room, you raised your eyebrows, a quiet sigh escaping your lips.
You had hoped to avoid a scene, but looking at the absolute fury vibrating beneath Dilucâs calm exterior, you knew there was no stopping him now.
Kaeya, on the other hand, let out a loud, delighted bark of laughter, leaning back in his chair with a thoroughly entertained grin.
Diluc walked out from behind the bar counter.
He didn't spare Donna another glance as he crossed the floor of the tavern.
Every single eye in the establishment followed him as he made his way directly to your corner table.
As he approached, you stood up, a soft, apologetic smile on your face. "Diluc, you didn't have to-"
Before you could finish your sentence, Diluc reached out. His large, warm hand cupped the back of your neck, his fingers tangling into your hair with an intense, possessive gentleness.
He pulled you to him, and without a single shred of hesitation, he leaned down and pressed his lips firmly against yours.
It wasn't a chaste, polite kiss.
It was deep, breath-stealing, and heavy with a profound, unyielding adoration. It was the kiss of a man who was utterly consumed by the woman in his arms, a declaration made in the language of fire and absolute devotion.
Your Vision pulsed in tandem with his, a warm, harmonious light flaring briefly between you.
The tavern erupted.
Cheered, gasps, and the slamming of mugs against wood shook the rafters. Venti clapped his hands with glee, while Patton near the door looked like he might faint from sheer shock.
When Diluc finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours for a brief second.
His breathing was slightly shallow, his eyes dark with an emotion so raw it made your heart skip a beat.
He looked down at you, his thumb gently wiping a trace of moisture from your lower lip.
"I am tired of listening to fools speak your name with anything less than the reverence you deserve," he whispered, his voice for your ears alone.
He then turned his head, his sharp, lethal gaze locking onto Donna, who looked as though she wished the floorboards would open up and swallow her whole.
"Let me make this entirely clear to everyone present," Diluc announced, his voice ringing with absolute authority through the Angelâs Share.
"The lady standing beside me is the mistress of the Dawn Winery. She holds my heart, my trust, and my name. Any insult directed toward her is a direct declaration of hostility against the Ragnvindr house. If I hear a single whisper of slander against my wife again... you will find yourselves permanently barred not only from this establishment, but from every trade route, estate, and asset I control in Mondstadt. Am I understood?"
Donna looked as if she might burst into tears.
She gave a frantic, terrified nod before grabbing her bag and sprinting out of the tavern doors, the laughter of the patrons following her into the night.
Diluc let out a soft breath, the tension leaving his shoulders as he looked back down at you.
His expression immediately melted back into that soft, gentle gaze that was reserved entirely for you. "Are you alright?"
"I'm more than alright," you smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist, burying your face in his chest. "Though I thought we agreed no public displays of affection?"
"Exceptions can be made," he murmured, wrapping his arms securely around you, holding you close against his chest, entirely ignoring the catcalls and cheers of the tavern around him.
From the table, Kaeya cleared his throat loudly, a massive, mischievous grin stretching across his face. He stood up, swirling his drink before tossing it back.
"Well, well. Quite a performance, Master Diluc," Kaeya teased, walking over to the two of you. He clapped a hand heavily onto Dilucâs shoulder, a gesture that made Dilucâs eyes narrow, though he didn't pull away. Kaeya looked at you, his single eye glittering with a brilliant, sudden idea.
"You know... since the town is clearly so confused about your martial status, I think thereâs only one logical solution to put this entire matter to rest permanently."
Diluc glared at him. "And what would that be, Kaeya?"
Kaeya smirked, leaning in. "A proper, grand wedding. Right in the middle of the city, at the Cathedral of Favonius. A full mass, the entire town invited, the grandest decorations the winery can buy."
He winked at you.
"And most importantly... we ensure Donna is given a front-row seat to watch you slide the ring onto her finger all over again. What do you say, sister-in-law? Want to give Mondstadt something real to gossip about?"
You looked up at Diluc, who was already looking down at you, awaiting your verdict.
The thought of a grand wedding was usually against his private nature, but seeing the soft, unspoken warmth in his eyes, you knew that if it made you happy, he would rent out the entire city for a week.
"I think," you said, a beautiful, radiant smile breaking across your face, "that sounds like a wonderful idea."
The morning following the announcement at the Angelâs Share did not arrive with the usual quiet dignity of the Dawn Winery.
Instead, it arrived with the sound of Kaeya Alberichâs boots clicking across the polished flagstones of the manorâs entrance hall at an hour that Diluc considered borderline criminal.
Inside the study, the air was thick with the scent of old paper, sealing wax, and the rich aroma of dark-roasted coffee.
Diluc sat behind his massive mahogany desk, his crimson hair tied back loosely with a black ribbon, a pair of reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose.
You sat on the chaise lounge across from him, a ledger of elemental inventory resting on your lap, though your attention had long since drifted to the way the morning light caught the sharp lines of your husbandâs jaw.
The door flew open without a knock.
"Good morning, newlyweds or should I say, the soon-to-be publicly newlyweds?" Kaeya breezed into the room, his fur-lined cape swirling behind him like a dark blue cloud.
He held a thick stack of parchment in one hand and a half-eaten red apple in the other.
Diluc did not look up from his ledger, though his brow twitched with an immediate, practiced irritation.
"Kaeya. It is barely eight in the morning. Do the Knights no longer require their Cavalry Captain to pretend he has duties?"
"Oh, Jean has given me a temporary leave of absence for a matter of grave diplomatic and cultural importance," Kaeya said smoothly, dropping the stack of parchment directly onto Dilucâs immaculate desk, right over the trade reports from Liyue.
Diluc finally raised his eyes, his gaze flat and lethal. "And what matter might that be?"
"Your wedding, of course," Kaeya smiled, his single eye glinting with pure, unadulterated mischief.
He turned to you, his expression softening into that warm, brotherly fondness that had become so familiar over the past year. "Good morning, little lady. I trust my dear brother didn't keep you up all night discussing wine fermentation statistics?"
You laughed softly, closing your ledger and setting it aside. "Good morning, Kaeya. And no, we actually managed to sleep. Though I see youâve been busy."
"Busy? I haven't slept a wink!" Kaeya declared dramatically, pulling up a high-backed chair and spinning it around so he could rest his arms across the backrest.
"Do you have any idea how much coordination it takes to plan a grand ceremony at the Cathedral of Favonius on less than a month's notice? Jean is already organizing the honorary guard. Lisa is curating the evening's musical repertoire though she threatened to electrocute me if I suggested any sea shanties and Amber has volunteered to handle the decorations for the plaza."
Diluc slowly took off his reading glasses, placing them precisely on the desk. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest.
"We agreed to a ceremony, Kaeya. We did not agree to turn the city into a carnival. A quiet, dignified service at the Cathedral is more than enough to satisfy whatever... point you are trying to make."
"Oh, this isn't just about making a point, Master Diluc," Kaeya purred, his smile widening into something genuinely wicked.
"This is about community morale. And, more importantly, it is about civic education. The good people of Mondstadt need to learn the consequences of gossiping about the wineryâs Lady."
Kaeya reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a separate piece of parchment, tapping it against his chin.
"In fact, Iâve already taken the liberty of handling the floral arrangements. I thought to myself, 'Kaeya, who in Mondstadt is most qualified to provide the highest volume of Cecilias and Windwheel Asters for the Ragnvindr estate?' And then it hit me."
A sudden, terrible suspicion flashed across Dilucâs face.
"Kaeya. What did you do?"
Kaeyaâs grin was blinding.
"I placed a massive, non-refundable, incredibly lucrative order with Floraâs shop. Specifically, I requested that the order be processed, curated, and hand-delivered directly to the Cathedral by her senior assistant."
The room went dead silent for three seconds.
You blinked, a slow, disbelieving smile breaking across your face as the pieces clicked together.
"Donna."
"Precisely!" Kaeya snapped his fingers, looking thoroughly pleased with his own genius.
"I ordered five thousand Cecilias, three thousand Windwheel Asters, and a dozen arrangements of silk flowers imported from Liyue. And I made sure to specify in the contract that the delivery must be supervised at all hours by Mondstadt's most dedicated floral enthusiast. She will be spending the next three weeks surrounded by the very flowers that will adorn your bridal aisle. She will practically smell your happiness every time she breathes."
Diluc let out a long, heavy sigh, rubbing the bridge of his nose where his glasses had just been.
"You are a child. A petty, vindictive child."
"I am a protective older brother," Kaeya corrected, his tone shifting for a brief second into something entirely sincere as he looked at you.
"And I don't tolerate people throwing dirt on my family. Besides, think of the economic boost for the flower shop! Itâs an act of pure charity."
"It's psychological warfare," you corrected gently, though you couldn't deny the small, wicked spark of satisfaction it gave you.
Donna had spent weeks trying to poison your reputation; letting her carry the flowers for your wedding felt like a poetic, if slightly chaotic, form of justice.
"Exactly. The best kind of warfare," Kaeya chuckled, standing up and dusting off his trousers.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go check on the wine selection with Elzer. I told him we need at least fifty barrels of the 1984 vintage, and he looked like he was going to have a stroke."
"Kaeya, do not touch my cellar," Diluc growled, his voice dropping an octave.
"Too late! See you at lunch!" Kaeya waved a hand over his shoulder as he sauntered out of the study, his laughter echoing down the hallway.
Once the door closed, the heavy silence returned to the study, but the tension had evaporated, replaced by a warm, lingering amusement.
Diluc turned his head to look at you, his crimson eyes softening as the rigid persona of the Darknight Hero melted away entirely.
He stood up from his desk, walking across the room with that silent, graceful stride of his.
He stopped before the chaise lounge, reaching down to take your hands in his.
His palms were large, covering yours completely, the ambient Pyro energy within him making his skin feel like a hearth on a winter night.
He pulled you up to stand, wrapping his arms around your waist and drawing you flush against his chest.
"If this is too much," Diluc murmured, his face burying into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin, "we can stop it. I don't care about the city's rumors. I only care about your peace."
You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling into the soft, thick waves of his red hair.
"Diluc, it's fine. Honestly. Itâs a little chaotic, but... seeing everyone want to help, seeing Kaeya get so worked up to protect us... it makes me realize how much love we actually have around us. And besides..."
You pulled back slightly to look into his eyes, a playful glint in your own. "I wouldn't mind seeing you in a proper tailored suit at the altar."
Dilucâs chest rumbled with a rare, low chuckle.
He leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a slow, deep kiss that tasted faintly of coffee and sweet morning air. "If it pleases my wife, I will wear whatever she desires."
Over the next two weeks, Mondstadt was transformed into a whirlwind of wedding preparation.
Because you and Diluc were already technically married, the typical stress of a wedding was absent; there was no anxiety about vows or legalities.
Instead, it became a massive, community-driven festival, with every major figure in the city finding a way to involve themselves.
At the Knights of Favonius headquarters, Jean had practically turned her office into a war room specifically for the logistics of the ceremony.
"The honorary guard will line the steps of the Cathedral," Jean explained, tapping a quill against a map of the city plaza.
You were sitting across from her, while Lisa lounged on the sofa nearby, sipping tea.
"We will have four squads of Knights in full ceremonial armor. No weapons drawn, of course, but it will ensure the crowd remains orderly. Master Dilucâs standing in Mondstadt demands a certain level of security, and given your status as a vital liaison, the Knights are proud to sponsor the guard."
"Jean, you really don't have to go to such trouble," you said, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the scale of it all. "A simple walk up the steps is fine."
"Nonsense, darling," Lisa chimed in, setting her teacup down with a elegant clink. "Mondstadt hasn't had a proper noble wedding since Diluc's father was a young man. The people need something beautiful to look at. And besides, Jean needs an excuse to think about something other than paperwork. Look at her, sheâs practically glowing with tactical wedding enthusiasm."
Jean flushed slightly, coughing into her hand. "I am merely ensuring that the event goes smoothly. Furthermore, Klee has requested to be the flower girl. I have... strictly forbidden her from using any 'special' flowers, and Albedo has promised to supervise her to ensure no explosives are disguised as bouquets."
You laughed, the vision of Klee accidentally blowing up the Cathedral altar with a companion sphere of dandelions both terrifying and hilarious. "Thank Barbatos for Albedo."
Meanwhile, down in the city plaza, the real drama was unfolding at the floral shop.
Kaeya had made it a personal habit to check on the progress of the floral orders at least twice a day.
He didn't just check the inventory; he brought a chair, sat near the fountain, and watched with a look of supreme satisfaction as Donna worked.
Donna was utterly miserable.
Her fingers were raw from trimming the thorny stems of the silk flowers, and her eyes were permanently red from a combination of pollen and bitter, furious tears.
Every single flower she touched was a reminder of the woman she hated, the woman who had turned out to be the legal, fiercely adored wife of the most eligible man in Mondstadt.
"Careful with those Windwheel Asters, Donna," Kaeya called out from his chair, swirling a glass of sparkling cider he had brought from the tavern.
"We need them to be perfectly symmetrical. My sister-in-law has a very keen eye for detail, you know. If a single petal is wilted, Iâll have to report it to Master Diluc, and we both know how particular he is about quality."
Donna bit her lower lip so hard it nearly bled.
She kept her head down, her hands trembling as she tied a silk ribbon around a massive bouquet of Cecilias. "Yes, Captain Kaeya. I am being very careful."
"Excellent!" Kaeya beamed, taking a slow sip of his drink.
"Oh, and make sure the delivery to the Cathedral on Friday morning is prompt. Master Diluc requested that the altar be completely covered in white lilies. He told me just yesterday while looking at his wife with the most sickeningly sweet expression I've ever seen on his face, mind you that she reminds him of a fresh lily after a spring rain. Truly, the man is a closet romantic. Who knew?"
A sharp snip echoed through the plaza as Donna accidentally cut the head completely off a pristine white rose.
"Oops," Kaeya murmured, his eye flashing with cruel amusement.
"Thatâs coming out of your commission, dear."
Donna looked up, her eyes wide with a mix of terror, humiliation, and deep-seated jealousy. "Captain Kaeya... why are you doing this to me? I... I only said what everyone else was thinking! How was I supposed to know they were... they were..."
"Married?" Kaeyaâs voice lost its playful edge, dropping into a cold, sharp tone that made Donna flinch.
He leaned forward, his single visible eye locking onto her like a dagger.
"Because, Donna, a sensible person minds their own business. You let your jealousy cloud your judgment, and you tried to publicly humiliate a woman who is worth ten of you. Consider this a lesson in humility. Youâre lucky itâs me sitting here teasing you, and not my brother. If Diluc had his way entirely, you wouldn't even be allowed within the city walls right now."
Donna swallowed hard, her throat tight with unshed tears. She looked down at the ruined rose in her hand, the reality of her situation sinking in. She had lost any chance she ever thought she had, and now she was forced to build the stage for her rival's ultimate triumph.
The night before the ceremony, the Dawn Winery was filled with a warm, bustling energy.
The entire staff: Adeline, Elzer, the maids, and the stable hands had gathered in the main hall to finalize the preparations for the reception, which was to be held on the estate grounds.
You stood in the center of the hall, wearing the beautiful, flowing white gown that Margaret and the cityâs finest tailors had spent the last two weeks perfecting.
It was elegant, with delicate lace along the sleeves and a high neckline that managed to look both classic and modern.
Your Vision was subtly integrated into the sash at your waist, glowing with a soft, comforting light.
"Oh, look at you," Adeline whispered, her eyes misty with tears as she adjusted the long, sheer veil that trailed behind you. "You look absolutely breathtaking, my lady. Master Diluc won't know what to do with himself."
"He'll probably just scowl to hide how nervous he is," you joked softly, though your own heart was fluttering with a sweet, nervous anticipation.
"He doesn't scowl when he looks at you," Elzer remarked, entering the hall with a tray of polished silver chalices.
"In all my years serving the Ragnvindr family, I have never seen Master Diluc as at peace as he is when you are in the room. This ceremony... it is a good thing. The people of Mondstadt need to see that the Dawn Winery has a mistress who is strong, graceful, and deeply loved."
Just then, the heavy front doors of the manor opened, and Diluc stepped inside.
He had just returned from a final sweep of the perimeter with the Dawn Winery guards, ensuring no Abyss Order elements would disrupt the following day.
He stopped dead in his tracks the moment his eyes fell upon you.
The entire room went quiet.
The maids stepped back, smiling secretly among themselves.
Diluc stood perfectly still, his breath catching audibly in his throat. His crimson eyes scanned you from head to toe, taking in the elegant curve of the dress, the soft glow of your Vision, and the radiant, loving smile on your face.
For a man who never lost his composure, Diluc looked completely undone.
He slowly walked forward, his boots making no sound against the thick rugs. He stopped just inches away from you, his hands rising as if to touch you, but pausing, afraid to disturb the pristine perfection of the lace.
"You..." Dilucâs voice was barely a whisper, thick with an emotion so deep it felt heavy in the air. "You are beautiful."
"Do you like it?" you asked softly, reaching out to take his hands, pulling them to your waist.
Diluc didn't answer with words.
Instead, he leaned down, his lips finding yours with an intense, quiet reverence.
The kiss was gentle, almost hesitant, as if he were trying to commit the exact feeling of this moment to memory forever.
His hands slid around your back, pulling you close against him, completely unbothered by the fact that his entire staff was watching.
Adeline let out a soft, emotional sniffle, while the younger maids giggled into their aprons.
"I love you," Diluc murmured against your lips, his forehead resting against yours. "More than my own life. Tomorrow, the whole world will know it."
"They already know it, Diluc," you whispered back, squeezing his hands. "But tomorrow, we make it official."
The morning of the wedding arrived with a sky so clear and blue it looked as though the Anemo Archon himself had personally swept the clouds away.
The bells of the Cathedral of Favonius began to ring at noon, their deep, resonant chimes echoing across the rooftops of Mondstadt, signaling the start of the grandest celebration the city had seen in a generation.
The plaza outside the Cathedral was packed to absolute capacity. Citizens from every walk of life: merchants, Knights, adventurers, and farmers from Springvale had gathered along the grand stone steps.
The atmosphere was electric, filled with the sounds of laughter, the chatter of excited children, and the beautiful music of bards playing traditional Mondstadt love ballads.
Standing near the base of the steps, holding a massive basket of flower petals, was Donna.
She wore her finest dress, but her face was a mask of pale, frozen misery.
True to Kaeyaâs word, she had been given a designated position right at the front of the spectator line, forced to watch every single guest arrive.
Her hands were trembling so violently that a few dandelion seeds slipped from her basket, scattering into the wind.
"Oh, look! The Knightsâ leadership is arriving!" a merchant nearby shouted.
Jean walked up the steps in her full ceremonial uniform, her blond hair styled elegantly.
Beside her was Lisa, wearing a stunning purple gown that turned heads with every step.
Then came Barbara, leading the Cathedral choir, her face bright with a pure, angelic joy.
And then, the carriage from the Dawn Winery arrived.
The crowd went completely silent as the door opened. Diluc stepped out first.
A collective gasp rippled through the crowd.
Diluc Ragnvindr, who spent his entire life in dark coats and practical combat gear, was dressed in a pristine, tailored black tailcoat with gold embroidery along the lapels.
His fiery red hair was tied back in a flawless braid, and a single, perfect white Cecilia was pinned to his breast. He looked every bit the high-born nobleman he was born to be; regal, imposing, and breathtakingly handsome.
But what caught everyoneâs attention was his expression.
There was no scowl.
There was no cold detachment.
His eyes were fixed entirely on the carriage door, a soft, incredibly tender look softening his sharp features.
Diluc reached his gloved hand back into the carriage, and then, you stepped out.
The silence of the plaza broke into a roar of cheers and applause that could be heard all the way to Whispering Woods.
You looked like an absolute goddess, the white silk of your gown shimmering in the Mondstadt sun, your Vision gleaming at your hip like a star.
Diluc took your hand, drawing it through his arm. He looked down at you, a proud, deeply affectionate smile touching his lips. "Ready?" he whispered.
"With you? Always," you replied.
As the two of you began your walk up the grand stone steps, Kaeya stepped into view near the Cathedral doors.
He was dressed in his formal captainâs uniform, his cape flowing dramatically.
As you and Diluc neared the front row where Donna stood, Kaeya deliberately caught your eye, casting a subtle, mischievous glance down at the floral assistant.
Diluc, noticing the movement, paused right in front of Donna.
Donna froze, her breath catching in her throat as the terrifying, magnificent master of the winery stood just two feet away from her.
She looked down at your joined hands, the gold wedding bands catching the light, an undeniable, permanent reality.
Diluc looked at Donna, his crimson eyes cold, but entirely indifferent.
He didn't need to speak an insult; his happiness, his devotion to you, and the sheer grandeur of the moment were a far greater defeat than any words could inflict.
"Thank you for the beautiful flowers, Donna," you said softly, your voice filled with genuine kindness and grace, entirely devoid of malice. "They make the day perfect."
Donnaâs face flushed a deep, burning red. She lowered her head, her voice a tiny, broken whisper. "Y-you're welcome, Lady Ragnvindr. I wish you... a lifetime of happiness."
Kaeya, standing just a few paces away, let out a soft, satisfied hum, crossing his arms as he watched the final piece of his plan fall into place.
Diluc looked down at you, his eyes immediately melting back into that soft, private warmth that belonged to you alone.
He squeezed your hand, and together, you walked through the grand wooden doors of the Cathedral, leaving the gossip, the jealousy, and the whispers of Mondstadt far behind.
Inside, the altar was a sea of white lilies and glowing candles.
Barbara began to sing, her voice filling the high stone arches with a melody of pure peace.
The high stone doors of the Cathedral closed behind you, shutting out the roar of the Mondstadt crowd and leaving only the ethereal, echoing resonance of Barbaraâs choir.
The ambient temperature inside the sanctuary felt instantly warmer, charged by the quiet intensity of Dilucâs presence and the harmonious hum of your twin Visions.
As you walked down the grand aisle, flanked by rows of white lilies that Donna had spent the last two weeks painstakingly preparing, Dilucâs arm beneath your hand felt as solid as stone.
Yet, the way his fingers loosely entwined with yours showed a profound, almost hesitant gentleness.
He was a man who handled a heavy claymore with lethal precision, but with you, he always moved as if a fraction too much pressure might break the most precious thing he owned.
At the altar stood Acting Grand Master Jean, her expression a mix of professional dignity and deep personal relief.
Beside her, Albedo stood with a watchful eye on Klee, who was bouncing on the balls of her feet, clutching a velvet basket filled with shimmering Anemo-infused dandelion seeds.
"We are gathered here today," Jean began, her voice rich and carrying through the vaulted ceiling, "not to initiate a bond, but to honor one that has already stood the test of time, trial, and secrecy. Diluc Ragnvindr and his lady have long been the silent pillars of Mondstadt. Today, we bring their devotion into the light of the Archon."
Diluc turned to face you, taking both of your hands in his.
The gold embroidery on his tailored coat caught the flickering candlelight, casting a warm glow up into his crimson eyes.
In this sacred space, the stern, unyielding master of the Dawn Winery vanished completely.
The gaze he leveled at you was so raw, so entirely soft, that it made your breath catch.
"I, Diluc Ragnvindr, take you once more, before the gods and the people of Mondstadt," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly timbre that vibrated straight to your heart.
"I swore my life to you in secret, but today I gladly bind my name, my house, and my honor to yours for all to see. No rumor can shake what we have built, and no shadow will ever come between us."
You smiled, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you squeezed his warm, leather-gloved hands.
"And I take you, Diluc. With my life, my sword, and my Vision, I am yours. Yesterday, today, and for every tomorrow Mondstadt has left to give."
Kaeya, standing just a few paces back as Diluc's best man, let out a soft, theatrical sigh, wiping a completely imaginary tear from his eye.
"Beautiful. Truly, I might cry," he whispered loudly enough for Lisa to chuckle behind her hand.
"You may now seal the vow," Jean said, a genuine, warm smile breaking across her face.
Diluc didn't wait.
He stepped forward, his hands sliding up from your waist to cup your face with an immense, protective tenderness.
When his lips met yours, the Cathedral choir hit a breathtaking crescendo. It was a kiss of absolute victory; a silent, powerful declaration that the rumors, the jealousy, and the petty malice of the world outside had officially been incinerated by the hearth of his love.
Klee threw her hands in the air, sending a flurry of glowing dandelion seeds exploding into the air like miniature, harmless fireworks.
The crowd inside erupted into applause, led by a fiercely beaming Grand Master and a thoroughly satisfied Cavalry Captain.
The reception at the Dawn Winery later that evening was an affair that Mondstadt would talk about for decades.
The rolling hills of the estate were lit by hundreds of floating paper lanterns, casting a soft, golden glow over the grapevine trellises.
Tables groaned under the weight of Mondstadt's finest delicacies, and Elzer had indeed been forced to crack open the legendary 1984 vintage, much to the delight of the gathered Knights and citizens.
You stood on the stone veranda overlooking the festivities, a glass of sparkling apple cider in your hand.
The heavy lace of your bridal veil had been removed, leaving your hair to fall softly around your shoulders.
Your Vision pulsed with a gentle, contented rhythm against your hip.
"A penny for your thoughts, Lady Ragnvindr?"
You turned to see Kaeya leaning against the stone balustrade, a glass of Death After Noon tilted lazily between his fingers.
The chaotic smirk he had worn all day was gone, replaced by a quiet, genuinely protective expression.
"I'm just thinking about how perfect everything turned out," you smiled, leaning back against the railing.
"Even with all your chaotic planning, Kaeya. Thank you. For everything."
"Oh, don't thank me," Kaeya chuckled, looking out over the crowd where Diluc was currently trapped in a conversation with Jean and Venti, though his eyes were still firmly locked onto you across the courtyard.
"I simply expedited the inevitable. You two deserved a day where you didn't have to hide in the shadows of that big old manor. Mondstadt needs to know who holds the reins around here."
He paused, his expression turning serious for a brief moment. "Donna was at the gate earlier, helping the catering staff. She looked like she wanted to melt into the dirt. I think she finally understands that some fires burn too hot to play with."
"I don't harbor any ill will toward her," you said softly, watching the lanterns drift into the night sky.
"Jealousy makes people blind. I just hope she finds her own peace."
"You're far too kind," Kaeya sighed, shaking his head with a fond smile. "But that's exactly why my stubborn brother needs you. Speak of the devil..."
Kaeya gave a polite nod as Diluc excused himself from the Grand Master and walked up the stone steps toward the veranda.
His posture relaxed the moment he stepped away from the crowd, his eyes entirely consumed by your image.
"I believe it's time for me to mingle elsewhere," Kaeya said smoothly, tapping his glass against yours.
"Don't keep her up too late, Master Diluc. She's had a long day of being adored by the public." With a sharp wink, the Cavalry Captain sauntered back down into the gardens, leaving the two of you alone in the quiet dark of the terrace.
Diluc closed the distance between you instantly.
He didn't say a word at first; he simply slid his arms around your waist from behind, pulling your back firmly against his chest.
He buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the sweet scent of your perfume and the faint, familiar trace of elemental energy that always lingered around you.
"Are you tired?" he whispered, his chest rumbling against your back.
"A little," you admitted, tilting your head back to rest against his shoulder.
Diluc looked out over the crowded courtyard, watching his staff laughing with the Knights, watching the city he protected in the dead of night celebrating the light of his life.
For the first time in years, the heavy burden on his shoulders felt completely weightless.
He leaned over, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your jawline, his Pyro warmth enveloping you completely in the cool night air.
"From this day forward, the world knows exactly where I belong. Right here. With you."
eager to finally get the full package of being a returning legendary commander, a certain winery owner instead cuts the celebrations short.
TAGS: diluc x afab!reader, varka x afab!reader, jealousy, basically varka fucks around (unknowingly) and finds out lol
NOTES: this lovely idea came from @crowttore !! varka SHOULD be banned for leaving jean with so much work (and just because i say so MUAHA)
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You are probably working the busiest shift Angelâs Share has had in years.
Although Mondstadt is known for ordinary nights akin to festival gatherings, youâre certain the celebration of the Grandmasterâs return is even grander than any kind of festivity. The tavern is abuzz with a full crowd, as tales and drinks pass around the whole room freely. Your patrons are especially generous tonightâordering vintages and the finest ingredients for mixes left and right, racking up large tabs as if their pockets would never run dry. Youâre sure you are due for a hefty paycheck once the night is over. One that youâll only earn if you give the best customer service a bartender could ever offer.
Customer Service, that is, entertaining the man of the hourâs shameless flirting included.
Having only been on staff for 3 years, you have never encountered the Knight of Boreas beyond the times he was on official business, before he left for the expedition in Nod Krai. Charles says that Varka hasnât changedâjust definitely downing a lot more liquor than he used to. It all makes sense, really. Who wouldnât want to drink carelessly after conquering trials youâd only hear of in legends?
You just wonder if he is usually this friendly with women.
You can feel his stare by the bar, locking onto you every few minutes or so, flashing you a toothy smile on the occasion you happen to catch his gaze. Shamelessly.
Whenever you would pass by his table to gather empty glasses for a refill, he would have you linger a moment longerâasking whatever he can know about you, always making sure to slip a compliment before you leave. As if that werenât enough, he would continue on when you return, seemingly never getting enough of your replies.
At this point, youâre sure heâs only drinking to keep talking to you.
âShould you really be going through rounds of Death after Noon this quickly, Grandmaster?â
âI wonât be dead after noon just because of this, my lady,â he laughs, grinning as you place the said mix in front of him, âYou canât blame me, who would not want to drink something made by a stunning beauty?â
âCareful now, that concoction might just be slipped with something unsavory,â you reply, clearing your tray of refills to his companions, who already have their heads on the table. âI believe this is the last turn of the celebrations tonight, good sir, is there anything I can get you before you go?â
Varka clutches his chest dramatically, curling the cloth over his chest, âYou wound me, my new favorite bartender. Five yearsâ worth of hardships yet you turn me away from a good time just as Iâve finally return to leisureââ He flings his hand by the side, which you figure is his act of throwing his heart away.
You roll your eyes at his antics. âWould that be all, sir?â
âAh, how cold, I suppose this really must be good night.â
He rises from his seat, stumbling a bit, before taking a step toward you while maintaining a respectful distance despite the influence of alcohol. He offers his hand, which you stare at confusingly, hesitantly placing yours atop his.
The golden knight gives you a handshake. âIt is nice to meet you.â
He then lifts your hand towards his lips, shifting his hold onto your fingertips as he presses a light kiss on your knucklesâ an act that instantly flusters you.
He grins stupidly again. âIâll see you tomorrow, eh?â
You quickly pull your hand back, turning your face anywhere but him.
What the hell, what the hell, what the hell. Did he really just do that?
But before you can even respond, a looming figure does it for you.
âThere wonât be a tomorrow. Weâre closing. Please leave.â
Diluc steps in between you both, bumping into Varka as he passes. There is a scowl etched to his faceâ sharp, absolutely displeased. You wonder what set him off so suddenly, when not even a full house had shaken him earlier when the celebrations started.
He slams his hand by the table you were serving, jolting the sleeping knights awake, startling the rest of the room.
âDonât forget to settle your tabs,â voice low, full and firm.
He turns to you, gesturing towards the bar.
You quickly follow his silent orders, watching from behind the counter as he stares off practically the mayor of the town into submission. Varka, drunk but not stupid, ushers his men to take their exit with him, knowing better than to test the young masterâs change of demeanor. This prompts the rest of the crowd to follow suit, after dutifully handing their payment.
Before the grandmaster could fully step out of the door, however, he looks over his shoulder right back at you, fluttering his eyelashes before flashing you a wink. He gives you that hideously charming grin again, shamelessly adding, âTomorrow, miss, okay?â
Diluc steps forward, urging the knight to fully step out, then shuts the door just rightâ nearly hitting Varkaâs back. Just as quickly as he made a scene, he marches off to the cellar, deliberately ignoring the confused looks you and Charles send his way. Heaving a heavy sigh, he takes in the stillness of being alone in a room with nothing but barrels.
Heâs displeased. He is absolutely displeased, alright. The sight of you being flustered by that gigantic dog had made his stomach curl. He wonders how many more impulsive incidents might come from the hold you have of him, simply by being yourself. Diluc is painfully aware that if not for the manners instilled to him by his father and the obvious fact he doesnât have any right to be upset over you simply doing your job, or over you in general, he was certain what happened earlier would have ended very differently.
Tomorrow, my ass.
No right of you, manners present or notâDiluc is still a petty man.
And a petty man would make sure that not even the man holding the highest position in the city could stop his unreasonable decisions.
A hangover would never stop a man deprived of home.
As Varka sneaks off from his office again, leaving an entire stack of paperwork, along with his still recovering companions to set off for Angelâs Share, he already plans what specific mixes he would indulge in that should only be made by the stunning bartender he never encountered before the expedition.
What a pity it was, truly, to not have been graced with the picture of a beauty much earlier with the years past. No matter, he would just make up for it now, practically skipping ahead his men. Their own giddiness, however, suddenly drops the moment they reach the tavern doors.
Varka peaks over, confused. âWhatâs the matter, boys?â
The awkward silence unsettles him. He steps forward, following where the knights are pointing at. He expects a threatâ only to be met with a poster bearing his features, drawn rather offensively.
BANNED.
In bold red lettering across the top. Beneath it settles an awful portrait of his face that does not do him justice at the slightest. It was as if he is not a Grandmaster, but a wanted criminal for the most horrific crimes committed in all of Teyvat.
Varka is left just as dumbfounded as the crowd beginning to gather around his men.
âPreposterous! Who would dare pull such a terrifying prank?â He exclaims dramatically.
Before anyone could further his cause, the owner of the establishment cuts through the crowd, standing his ground directly by the poster.
âI assure you, it is not a prank, Grandmaster.â
âDiluc, my boy! How could this be!? Why would a loyal customer be subjected to such treatment?â
The redhead crosses his arms, leaning against the door, âAs the head of this business, donât I get a say which patrons are permitted entry, especially if they are known to cause trouble?â
Varka opens his to mouth to protest, only for Diluc to cut him off with a sharp look.
âI dont normally suggest our customers to try our own competitors, but Catâs Tail is just around the corner and would surely serve you to satisfaction, Grandmaster.â His gaze hardens. âFor now, you are not welcome. End of story.
End of story, indeed.
As Diluc ignores the various snickers rising from the spectacle of banning a man others might consider too valuable to refuseâ he couldnât care less. Because just beyond the door, inside the tavern, is something heâd rather keep to himself.
You.
Varka can only stare, mouth wildly agape, as the door shuts firmly in front of him. Poster still plastered on.
this took me an alarmingly long time lol, HAPPY BIRTHDAY LOML DILUC. please leave a reblog or reply if you liked it, theyâre very much appreciated.
kissing diluc to distract yourself from the sadness or negative thoughts, but heâs perceptive so he gently stops you, wanting you to talk to him.
as much as it pains him to pull away from your lips, it pains him even more when you confess to him that you are planning to shed your tears all alone.
(and no. itâs not nothing. donât bother in changing the subject. he will get upset. he wants you to be honest with him.)
so let yourself be vulnerable, because he will be there to catch you when you fall.
Imagine spending your birthday at dawn winery for the first time.
except you donât think youâll be celebrating because how could you? how could you force the man who lost absolutely everything the day he turned 18, to celebrate your own birthday with you? in the same house his father created this business in? in the same house he had fought his so thought brother outside? In the same house he left abandoned for 4 years? in the same house where he was tormented by the memories of that night?
Youâve been dating Diluc for almost a year and your birthday is nearing. You donât even think of telling him because once again, how could you?
You believe he must absolutely hate birthdays- especially because he hardly celebrates his own. His last birthday, you hardly spoke a word to him; He drowned himself in work and was out of the house for the whole day, but obviously you werenât going to be angry or upset, because he had every right to hate his birthday.
Thatâs what also plagued your thiughts that he wouldnât want to celebrate your birthday. So you never mentioned it.
You never mentioned it to the point that basically everyone around you was beginning to forget it- even Diluc! And you werenât mad, you were more thankful.
However, there was one person.
Just a few days before your birthday, a good old friend of yours asked you to go out drinking after a mission you and he did together. Diluc was working and you could definitely use a drink so why the hell not?!
You and Kaeya were seated not too far from the bar, a bit separated from everyone with direct view to the bar. You liked it that way because Diluc could always see you and you could always see him.
At first Kaeya was just going on about all the recent missions heâs been doing and you couldn't tell if it was the drinks or something else that was making him talk, but he was a natural yapper at heart.
Honestly you had lost track and starting zoning away until he mentioned something.
"So, any plans for your birthday?"
That immediately brings you back as your eyes widen. Fuck, of course he remembers. He remembers everything with his know-it-all ass.
"Oh?" He hums when he notices your reaction."
"I, uhm, I'm choosing not to celebrate." You say quietly.
He looked at you confused. "Why?â
You take a look around, making sure Diluc was still at the bar working and that the people around werenât too sober to understand.
âItâs because of Diluc.â
Kaeya didnât know if he should be worried or laugh. âWhat? Is he not letting you celebrate?â
âNo, no!â You quickly said, nervously laughing. âItâs because, I donât think heâd want any type of birthday celebration in the dawn winery. I mean, his dad died on his birthday.â
Kaeya was quiet, and you reflected back on your words, your heart dropping in realization.
âOh Kaeya- I- Iâm so sorry. I completely forgot-â
âItâs okay.â He quickly cut you off. âAndâŠthatâs the reason why youâre not celebrating?â
âItâs just that he hasnât celebrated his birthday since then, so it doesnât feel right for me to celebrate my birthday at the house, you know? Itâs justâŠI feel like sometimes I donât deserve Diluc, and I definitely donât wanna screw anything up by making him celebrate something he hates.â
âWell, If you take it for me, the other son, I think I would love to celebrate your birthday, and Iâm sure Diluc would as well.â He gave you a reassuring smile, but it didnât exactly change your mind.
You shrugged. âThank you, Kaeya, but I think I have my mind set. He hasnât even mentioned my birthday, so he mustâve forgotten- which is what I want.â
Kaeya was about to say something, but then quickly closed his mouth. After a bit of contemplation, he just nodded. âWell, I canât change your mind, but I will still be getting you a gift.â
You just laughed, smiling. âThanks Kae.â
~~~
A week had passed and your birthday hit. You couldnât deny the feeling of loneliness and sadness that hit you, but you distracted yourself by taking up a lone mission.
It was evening by the time it ended, and the sun was setting on the walk back to the winery. Your body was aching and you were absolutely exhausted, you were already dreaming about cuddling Diluc in his arms the moment you returned.
Finally reaching your home, you opened the grand doors of the dawn winery, the exhaustion beginning to disappear.
However, you were greeted with something unexpected.
Streamers in soft reds and golds were hanging across the main hall, and a lovely banner stretching over with the words âHappy Birthdayâ as balloons were littered across the floor. You looked over to the kitchen to find a handmade cake.
The screak of the staircase cause your attention as Diluc began to slowly descend. He had a sad smile on his face and he stopped at the last step.
âI know why you didnât say anything,â he murmured, âKaeya told me.â
You felt guilt seep in. âDiluc, I-â
âYou thought I wouldnât want to celebrate.â He cut you off, taking a step closer. âAnd being honest, yes, birthdays have been difficult for me, but that doesnât mean we canât celebrate yours.â
You didnât know what to say, and he took that as a sign to continue. âThis house holds a lot of grief, but I donât want it to be like that. I want this house to be warm- a place of comfort for both you and I. A family home.â
Your chest tightened, tears threatening to fall. He walked over, hugging you tight as his own tears fell. âHappy birthday. I love you, and I never want you to feel like you canât celebrate something just because of me. I want to celebrate everything with you, for the rest of our lives.â
He thought he was the one who had a high sex drive until he met you...
Warnings: smut, riding him a LOT, overstimulation
Youâre straddling him for what feels like the hundredth round tonight.
The sheets are wreckedâtwisted, soaked, clinging to your thighs and his hips. The room smells like sex and sweat and that faint metallic tang of overstimulation. Enjinâs head is thrown back against the headboard, blonde hair plastered to his forehead, yellow eyes half-lidded and glassy, chest heaving like he just ran ten blocks.
And youâre still moving.
Slow, greedy rolls of your hips at firstâmilking every last twitch out of his softening cock even though heâs already spilled inside you threeâno, four?âtimes. Each time he finishes you clench down hard, whimpering âagainâ in that broken, needy voice that makes his brain short-circuit.
Fuck, he thought he had a high sex drive but you...
âJinnie⊠again. Please, again.â
Your nails dig into his pecs for leverage. Tears streak your cheeksânot from pain, just from how overwhelming it all is, how full you feel, how every drag of him inside you lights up that deep, aching spot that wonât stop begging.
His hands are still on your hips, but theyâre not guiding anymore. Theyâre just holding onâlike if he lets go you might actually break him. His thighs are trembling under you. His cock is hypersensitive, twitching every time you sink down, and he hisses through his teeth when you grind your clit against his pelvis on the next roll.
âAgain?â he echoes, voice cracked. âSweetheart, I just came. Again. Youâre⊠youâre fuckinâ insatiable."
You whine, leaning forward so your breasts brush his chest, forehead dropping to his shoulder.
âI canât help it,â you mumble against his neck, hips still circling slow and filthy. âFeels so good⊠need you inside of me⊠need moreâŠâ
He groansâlong, suffering, turned-on despite himself.
âYouâre gonna kill me, bunny. Swear to god or whatever the fuck is above."
He doesn't stop you. How the fuck is he gonna say no to that??? His girlfriend riding him again and again, begging him for more everytime she cums. He had a horrible habit of not being able to say no to you, especially if he is that deep inside.
So instead he lets his head fall back again, one hand sliding up your spine to cradle the back of your neck while the other stays clamped on your ass, helping you lift and drop even though every muscle in his body is screaming for mercy.
âLook at you,â he rasps, watching the way your body movesâbreasts bouncing softly, thighs shaking, slick dripping down his balls and onto the sheets. âRiding me like youâre trying to drain me dry. Crying for more every time I fill you up. Fuck⊠youâre so greedy."
You nod frantically, tears slipping faster now.
"M sorry⊠justâneed it⊠please, EnjinâŠâ
He laughs againâhoarse, helpless.
âDonât apologize. Just⊠fuckâkeep going if you want. Iâm tapped, baby. Completely fucking tapped. You win.â
But even saying that, he bucks up weaklyâonce, twiceâmeeting your rhythm just enough to make you sob his name.
Your walls flutter hard around him. Another orgasm is building alreadyâsmaller, sharper, almost painful from how many youâve already had. You chase it shamelessly, bouncing faster, harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.
"Ah, ah, it feels so good..."
He watches you fall apartâeyes dark, mesmerized, completely gone for you even though heâs spent.
âThatâs it,â he murmurs, thumb brushing a tear from your cheek. âCome again for me. Milk whatâs left. Take everything, you greedy little thing.â
You shatterâquiet this time, just a trembling, hiccuping cry as your body locks down around him. He hisses at the squeezeâoverstimulated to hellâbut he holds you through it, arms wrapping tight around your waist, keeping you seated deep while you pulse and shake.
When it finally fades you collapse forward onto his chest, both of you panting like youâve run a marathon.
Heâs still inside you. Still half-hard somehow. Still leaking the last of what he had.
You nuzzle into his neck, voice tiny.
ââŠagain?â
He lets out a long, broken laughâsomewhere between exhausted and in love.
âJeez, woman.â
He kisses your temple, your cheek, the corner of your eyeâsoft, reverent.
kagami taiga â five reasons why your boyfriend loves bulking season !
#1 â he likes having an excuse to eat like an animal without any shame !
bulking season principally means one thing for taiga : finally being at peace with his appetite. no restraint, no pretending he was already full after a single plate.
so, heâs clearing off plates, going back for seconds and thirds, and even going as far as stealing food off your plate ! he kinda likes the little look you give him every time his fingers fly into your plate, silently judging him while he chew away at the stolen food.
his unrestrained appetite means that groceries last way less longer, so you guys spend a whole bunch of time together !
âŠdoing groceries, yeah.
or, meals preps, that are basically just him weighing rice while you sit on the counter, stealing bites of chicken or talking about your day.
#2 â heâs obsessed with the way you look at him when the gains start showing !
taiga never fishes for compliments, ever. but, appreciative gestures from his girlfriend arenât unwelcomeâŠ
and he clocks every single one of these.
the extra half second your eyes linger when he takes his hoodie off ? the way your hands squeeze his arms to check if they're even real ?
or, or the quiet little "oh" you let out when his shoulders start stretching his shirt in a totally different way ?
bulking season totally feeds his ego, thanks to you ! not in a cocky way, but more in a holy shit, you want me way.
#3 â heâs hungrier in every sense of the word !
of course, taiga is a black hole food-wise, we already established this.
but, this time of the year just seems to flip some kind of switch in his brain, where every sensation feels louder, in a way. his training goes harder, his emotions get sharper too, and, most of all, his desire sits closer to the surface.
heâs way more touchier, without even noticing : always a hand on your lower back, or thumbs hooking into your belt loops.
he doesnât even do it on purpose, itâs part of his instinct at this point ! since his body is basically in âbuild modeâ, he just wants to feel closer to you more often, like youâre part of the fuel source.
#4 â he actually sleeps way better !
yeah, thatâs also one of the reasons⊠taiga falls asleep surprisingly fast. not cute fast, not âaww, heâs drifting offâ.
he literally falls asleep doing anything now. like, youâll be talking, lounging on the couch, only for you to notice that he hasnât responded in a while⊠look over, and youâll see that heâs out cold !
also, he runs super warm, and sleeping next to him feels closer to sleeping next to a furnace than an actual human being. sometimes, he subconsciously kick the covers off, which leaves you freezing.
other times, he pulls you closer, an arm draped heavy over your waist and a knee hooked over your leg, anchoring himself to you without being aware of it.
#5 â he likes being big when he knows heâs not scary to you !
this is a huge thing for taiga, whenever he acknowledges it or not.
heâs already big to begins with, but bulking season makes him big big. broad, heavy⊠in an intentional way ! heâs intimidating to people who donât know him, even more than usual.
and then, thereâs you.
youâre comfortable under his arm, all touchy with him and asking him to lift you like itâs nothing. he likes the contact, likes that you actually like his size.
that does something to his brain chemistry, permanently.
A/N : so, i love kagami. i love beefy guys. and i love bulking season as a whole⊠so, i just combined all these in one ! and i saw someone writing bulking season! toji and then bulking season! katsuki so i personally think it was a sign đââïž
warnings: nsfw below the cut, diluc x fem! reader, a lil crack fluff at the end (kids mentioned), unprotected p in v, established relationship, mention of breeding
wc: 1.7k
Dilucâs warm, large hands splayed themselves across your waist, squeezing gently. Your nightclothes were discarded somewhere on the floor, both of you too caught up in each other to neatly fold the fabrics. His hands roam up, nimble fingers mapping your shape until his slightly calloused palms cup the curve of your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples to make you shiver. You were dripping, but he wouldnât give you the satisfaction of touching your core until he had his fill of your body. Any scars, stretch marks, any marks at allâ he wanted, no, needed to feel them under those skilled fingers, needed to make you feel as desired as you were. You were his dearest, darling wife, and heâd prefer to chop his own hands off than ever render you anything less than beautiful.Â
âDiluc, please. I- I wantâŠâ you pleaded in a soft whimper, his lips leaving gentle kisses along the valley between your breasts. His half-lidded scarlet eyes gazed up at you without lifting his head.Â
âWhat do you want, my dear?â he asked quietly, the light rasp in his voice making your pussy flutter. You pouted. You hated when he did this, making you voice your desires as if the pool of slick gathering on his lap wasnât enough proof as to what you desperately wanted. Despite his dominance, he was putty in your hands. You could ask him of any position, any touch in the world. If you had asked him to eat you out for hours and refuse to touch him back, heâd still do it for you. What was he if not entirely devoted to his wife?
âI want you to⊠to fuck me,â you whined quietly, wary of your own volume. âPlease, Diluc.â
He placed a wet kiss to the swell of your breast, tilting his head to look up at your expression. âYou can get so needy, my love,â he teased, sliding his hands back down your body to cup your ass. He squeezed gently, relishing in the feeling of the plush before flipping you around. He lifted your thighs up to settle against his waist, his needy cock throbbing against you. You glanced down at the generous length, veins adorning the thick shaft while his thick, flushed-red tip was already leaking precum. Sometimes you couldnât fathom your own levels of self-control, how you managed to hold yourself back from riding him 24/7 when he got so easily excited.Â
He stroked the backs of your thighs, leaning over you with that sexy hunk of muscle that is his body to litter kisses and light bites to your neck. Your hands tangled in his untied hair, the unruly strands falling gracefully like a crimson waterfall. It was so soft and silky, and you just couldnât help but tug it a little, pulling a moan out of your stoic, composed husband.
âNow whoâs needy?â you teased, giggling at his brief unimpressed stare before he smirked. âOh, youâll be sorry,â he whispered huskily, hiking your legs up higher before straightening his posture. He pushed your left leg up to rest on his shoulder, the muscle strain adding a glorious burn to your desperation. His fingers picked up your slick straight from the source, circling your folds before dipping his ring and middle finger into your pussy. You moaned, finally getting some of the stimulation your body has been begging for. He pushed his fingers deeper, gently feeling for the spot that makes your toes curl. He curled his fingers to massage it gently, the heel of his palm pressing against your needy clit. He was doing this on purpose, just to hear you beg for his cock, to be able to cum. Fortunately for him, you werenât stubborn enough to hold back your pleading (unlike him).
âDiluc, please⊠Pretty please, can you just fuck me already?â you whimpered loudly, jutting your bottom lip out to score some cuteness points, as well as thrusting your hips to grind more against his hand. Diluc was a sucker for you, after all. With a sly smile, he slowly dragged his fingers out of your cunt, licking them clean right in front you. With a deep sigh, he stroked himself a few times before carefully positioning himself at your entrance. As nonchalant as he liked to act in these moments, the desperate twitch of his cock against your folds ruined his cover. He was just as horny as you. You bit your lip as his fat tip prodded at your entrance, almost drawing blood as his girth stretched you out so deliciously. The sting of it quickly subsided as your needy cunt accommodated this intrusion, sucking him in like an abyss. Diluc cursed under his breath, closing his eyes for just a moment to really live in this moment, gain back a bit of composure to stop himself from ramming into you like some primal beast. Truthfully, there was very little in this world that felt as good as being inside you, so tight and wet for him. Only him. The tycoon prided himself on the fact that sights like these were reserved for his eyes and no one elseâs.
âArchons, just move already, âluc,â you moaned, unable to stay patient any longer. His eyes finally open, licking his lips at the sight of you so flushed, half-lidded eyes already so fucked-out. âAs you wish, my flame.â
His thrusts started off slow, finding rhythm, and the best angle for you. Once again, the backs of your thighs were grasped as he manhandled you to his satisfaction. He pushed your legs up to rest on his shoulders, your knees meeting your chest. You whimper at the stretch, but gods it was worth it, having him hit so deep inside you, poking your cervix as if he was about to breed you again. He quickened his pace without having to be told, gripping your waist and gently stroking his thumbs over your skin in contrast to how he had started to ram into you. He was no better than an animal in heat sometimes. Not in this position, not when you looked up at him this way, and not with how your tits bounced so gorgeously with each thrust of his hips. The wet sounds of you two colliding so lovingly, the slap of his abdomen and heavy balls against you had you throwing your head back against the pillows. He kissed you deeply, a feeble attempt at quieting your insatiable moans. Youâd have the chandelier rattling if this was downstairs, he thought. He wasnât silent himself, although his pants and grunts werenât beating your cries, anytime soon. You felt so full, folded like this gave him such deep, deep access to your pussy you could only dream of reaching yourself.Â
âDiluc, Iâm close, hah, so- so close,â you moaned, gripping the pillowcase under you with one hand, cupping his cheek with the other. âCum for me, my love. Please⊠let me feel you,â he gasped, snaking one hand down to circle your clit to match the pace of this thrusts. He was a well-trained man, and had you finishing all over his cock in seconds. Your velvety walls clenched around him like a vice, and with faltered thrusts, soon painted these walls white. He slowed down, letting both of you live out your orgasms just a few seconds longer. The bedroom was filled with nothing but loud pants, and eventually, a gentle squelch as he slid his softening cock out of your welcoming pussy. He gently lowered your legs from his shoulders, god forbid you get a cramp and have it ruin this intimate moment. Diluc tried to hold himself back from staring at your poor cunt as it gushed out a mix of his seed and your juices, lest he dived back into his urges. He kissed you passionately, a silent âthank youâ for letting him into such a vulnerable state, for letting him be the one that made you moan so loud and finish so hard. Cleaning you up and redressing you could wait a little longer, he just needed to bask in this magnificent afterglow for a moment.
~
âGâmorning, mama!â Cecil exclaimed as he watched you descend the stairs. Diluc had woken you up about ten minutes ago, but with you insisting a little more shut-eye, he left the bed to get started on his morning with your four year old son.Â
âGood morning, baby,â you said sweetly, your poor voice a little raspy from last nightâs endeavours. You kissed the crown of his head, the hair as red and thick as his fatherâs, with eyes to match. âDid you sleep well?â
âIt was okay,â he said, attempting to make a mountain out of this scrambled eggs onto his toast, a hearty kiddy breakfast made lovingly by Adelinde. âI was so scared, though!â
Diluc perked up, his cup of coffee held mid-air as he paused his sip.
âScared? Cecil, you didnât tell me you had a nightmare,â he said, laced with concern.
âNo nightmares, but Mama was crying and yelling so much!â
The two paused and shared a look. You didnât even realise you lost yourself so much. You knew Diluc was sometimes helpless in these awkward situations, so you take charge as you sit across from your boys. âCecil, me and Papa were just⊠wrestling, you know? But you know, Papa is a very strong man and I couldnât compete,â you explained, clearing your throat afterwards and forcing an innocent smile.
Cecil gasps and starts poking Diluc with his little toy wooden sword. âBad Papa! You hurt my mama!â he yelled, attacking his poor father with as much strength as a little kid could muster.Â
âCecil! Cecil, my fireflyâŠâ Diluc coughed out, a little panicked at the possibilities of what his son will be yapping to people after your explanation. He took the sword out of Cecilâs hand. âIt was only play-fighting, alright? Save the duels for your future siblings.â
âHmph⊠okay,â the mini-Diluc responds with a shrug, once more interested in his breakfast. It shut Cecil up, but in turn made your own jaw drop. That damn smirk on your husbandâs face didnât help.
a/n: guys is it obvious im a loser virgin lesbian who's never written smut in her life
àŒ.° sukuna deals with his daughter falling in love.
note! dividers by @pixopix !! i barely proofread it lol. enjoyy!
Sukuna couldn't believe what he had just heard.
His beloved daughter.. has a crush. On some boy at school.
You and your daughter were sitting on the living room couch, half-whispering so Sukuna wouldn't overhear. But knowing Sukuna, he would find a way to eavesdrop.
He casually picked up a shirt that had ended up behind the couch (he dropped it himself), and that's when he heard that his daughter had a crush on a boy.
He straightens up immediately and stares at his daughter, "You what?" he leans in closer, gaze hard, "A crush? On who?"
Your daughter's face heats up as she stutters under her dad's intense stare. Sukuna notices that he might be a bit intimidating right now and softens his eyes.
"It's- it's a boy in my class.." she pauses. Before Sukuna can interrupt, she continues, "But he's a nice guy, i swear! He's soft spoken, and he's smart! i like smart guys!"
You watch Sukuna's brows knit together. "I'm also smart," he says, crossing his arms, "And nice." You can't help but let out a chuckle. He looks like a child trying to defend his title.
Your daughter grumbles, "You don't count!"
"Why's that?"
"Because you're my dad, not my crush." she huffs, a small pout forming on her lips. Sukuna looks at you, clearly confused on what is the difference.
"Is this some kind of phase?"
"I had a crush when i was a teenager too, 'kuna."
He exhales sharply, "Whatever, Show me this 'nice guy' you're talking about, kid." he flops down onto empty space of the couch. Your daughter pulls out her phone and turns the screen towards him. it was a selfie of her and her crush.
"Why is he so close to youâIS HE HUGGING YOU?!"
"HE'S NOT."
Sukuna squints his eyes at the photo. He looks... average. But not quite the "soft-spoken smart guy" she claimed. In Sukuna's opinion, the boy radiates bad influence.
You raise your eyebrow as you speak, "Baby, you sure he's nice?"
"Really, i can bring him over if you wantâ"
"No," Sukuna replies sternly, "You're not bringing him here."
Your daughter goes quiet. Shoulders droop instantly, lips pouting, and refuses to look at him. "Fine..." she mutters, staring down on her phone.
You nudge Sukuna's shoulder, and he notices immediately. He exhales through his nose, rubbing the back of his neck. He can't say no to his daughter when she's being sulky.
"Okay," he gives in finally, "I'll consider it." Your daughter's eyes light up instantly, a hint of hope in them. "But if he doesn't meet my expectations, he's out. You hear me?"
Your daughter nods quickly before throwing her arms around him. "Okay! Thank you, dad!"
Sukuna stiffens for a second, then slowly wraps one arm around her. You can only smile at the small moment between your husband and your daughter.
Your daughter then runs off to her room, probably texting the boy about bringing him over. You're left alone with Sukuna in the living room. He pulls you in his embrace, burying his face in the crook of your neck.
You smile, running your hand through his hair. "You said you'd be strict."
He huffs, tightening his grip. "I am being strict, that was just a one time thing."
You laugh, not buying it. "Sure, baby. The second she gets sulky, you melt."
He grunts but doesn't argue. Instead, he presses a soft kiss to your temple.
sukuna is not happy about piercing your daughters ears :c
(reposted from mimuju!)
"no. absolutely not. you're not touching her."
sukuna's voice is a low growl, his massive arms wrapped protectively around your toddler daughter in the piercing chair. the lady with the piercing gun pauses, eyes wide at the tattooed giant glaring daggers from his spot beside you.Â
she's tiny, maybe 2, all chubby cheeks and wild pink hair like her dad's, dressed in a frilly dress you picked out for her "big girl day," complete with little mary janes. you've been hyping it up for weeksâtiny sparkly studs, nothing crazy, just simple diamonds to match her eyes. but sukuna? he's been grumbling since you suggested it, muttering about "barbaric customs" and "ruining perfection."
"baby, it's just earrings," you say softly, squeezing his knee under the counter. "she'll look so cute! and it'll heal fast. millions of girls get this done."
he shoots you a look, all four eyes narrowing under those sharp black brows. "she's a baby. babies don't need holes poked in their heads. what if it gets infected? what if she hates it?" but he doesn't move, holding her steady on his lap, her little hands clutching his black shirt, babbling happily at the shiny gun like it's a toy.
the piercing lady smiles nervously, gun ready, trying to lighten the mood. "it'll be quick, sir. one little pop on each side. she's been great so far."
sukuna huffs, his breath ruffling your daughter's hair, but he nods once, jaw clenched so tight you see the muscle tick. "fine. make it painless or i'll make you regret it. i am unlike my wife, i have no mercy for mortals."
you bite back a laugh, watching him brace like he's facing a battlefield. the lady counts downâthree, two, oneâand pops the first stud through your daughter's earlobe. instant wail. a piercing cry that echoes in the small shop, her face scrunching up beet red, fat tears rolling down her chubby cheeks, little legs kicking wildly.
sukuna freezes, body going rigid, then twitches like he's been shot himself. "what the fuck was that?!" he snarls, his free hand slamming the counter hard enough to make the jewelry displays rattle, tattoos rippling across his skin like living shadows. all four eyes lock on the lady like he's about to curse her into oblivion right there. "do that again and you're fucking dead, you hear me?"
the poor woman stammers, the cheap piericng gun trembling in her hands, face paling. "i-it's normal! just the shock! she's fine, lookâthe second one's done already, see?" she pops the other ear quick as lightning, and your daughter's tiny fists flailing at the air, her cries turning into quiet hiccups.
you can't help itâyou burst out giggling, hand over your mouth, tears in your eyes from laughing. "kuna, oh my godâ she's fine! look, sparkles already! she's got her earrings, see how pretty?"
he ignores you completely, scooping her up fully into his massive arms, cradling her against his broad chest like she's made of glass. his glare stays pinned on the lady for a long beat, utterly murderous, promising vengeance, before it softens instantly on his girl.Â
"shh, shh, my little princess. daddy's got you. that mean lady's gone forever, i swear it." he rocks her gently side to side, his huge hand patting her back in slow circles, the other stroking her wild pink hair with surprising tenderness. her cries taper to sniffly hiccups, soothed by his deep rumble of a voice humming some ancient, gravelly lullaby from his cursed past, the kind only you know about.
you lean in, kissing his stubbled cheek, still chuckling softly. "she won't even remember this tomorrow. but you'll be telling the story for years, won't you, kuna?"
he grunts, still shooting one last glare over his shoulder at the lady as you pay and gather her things. "no more piercings. ever." but he presses a soft kiss to her tiny forehead, her sparkly new earrings catching the shop lights like stars, and you know he's already melting inside, utterly whipped for his perfect little girl.
Sukuna watches you sleep and smirks a little because apparently, even your subconscious knows how to keep him in line.
CW. art by @akuratsuna-00 â established relationship / soft, apologetic sukiboo
Sukuna nuzzles into your hair, breathing you in, and wraps an arm tight around your waist. Youâre warm, soft, and dead asleep against his chest.
A quiet smile pulls at his lips when you mumble, âSukunaâŠâ
âMhm?â he hums, half-asleep.
ââŠyou fucking piece of shit.â
His eyes snap open and his smile falters into a puzzled frown. He's staring blankly at the wall in pure disbelief.
Sukuna looks at you and blinks. "Me?"
He canât believe it.
You, the soft and timid girlfriend who avoids conflict at all costs, are sleep talking your pent up frustration. The same girlfriend who has never sworn around him just cursed him the hell out like you've been holding it in for years.
Beside him, you sigh in your sleep and keep going.
âCanât even⊠pick up after yourself,â you mumble while your brows twitch faintly. âAlways expectinâ⊠me to do unpaid labor.â
His mouth parts. âBaby, thatâsââ
âNever had a messy house,â you murmur, snuggling closer to him. âUntil you. Feels like⊠a thankless job.â
His lips press into a thin line. That heavy, unfamiliar feeling settles in his chest. Sukuna slowly rolls onto his back, one arm tucked under his head, and blankly stares up at the dark ceiling.
He doesnât sleep after that. Not even a minute. Instead, he lies there wide awake, replaying every habit, every mess, and every time he said: "Iâll clean it later."
When you wake up the next morning, the house is spotless, and a warm cup of coffee waits for you on the table. Your gaze shifts to your boyfriend, who is busy doom scrolling on his phone, while his other hand's wrapped around his own mug.
When he notices you, he glances up and mutters a short greeting, âHey.â
His tone makes you frown. âUh⊠hi?â
You walk up behind him, arms slipping around his neck as you kiss the top of his head. âYou donât sound okay.â
He exhales slowly, then sets his phone down. After a pause, he asks quietly, âYouâd tell me if things werenât okay with us, right?â
You blink. âOf course..?â
He turns fully toward you, resting his forehead against your stomach. "And we promise we'd sort things out right away."
Sukuna's hands slide gently up and down your bare thighs, almost unsure if it's the right thing to do in the moment.
âSo... I'll start by saying I'm sorry, and I didnât mean to make you feel like that,â he says softly.
You gently smooth his hair, utterly confused with what he meant. âBaby, I donât know what youâre talking about.â
ââŠYou called me a fuckingââ your eyes slowly grow wide. âPiece ofââ you swallow hard, already guessing the next word in your head. âShit.â Your mouth falls open in shock.
When he looks up, you notice the dark circles under his eyes.
âCreative swear combo, Iâll give you that,â he says with a bitter laugh. "But holy fuck did that sting.â
You stare at him intently with furrowed brows. âI would never say that to you.â
âYou did,â he replies quietly. âIn your sleep.â
Your jaw drops in shock that you immediately crouch down in front of him, meeting his eye level as you cup his face and start apologizing over and over.
âOh my god. Iâm so sorry,â you rush out. âI donât even know why I said that. I swear I never meantââ
He studies you for a moment, then grabs your hands and press soft kisses into them.
âYou werenât wrong though,â he admits. âI was being a slob.â
You blink, then glance around the spotless house. ââŠDid I say something about the house?â
âMhm,â he hums while absentmindedly fiddling with your fingers. âIâm sorry I didnât do my part with the chores.â Then he hesitates with a frowning. âI understand if you wanna leave mâ"
âLeave you?!â you gasp in shock. âI would never leave you!â
Sukunaâs head snaps up, just as stunned. âBut you said living with me feels like a thankless job.â
âI said that?!â Horror flashes across your face. "No way... did I grow balls overnight?"
You both pause, staring at each other in silence. After a moment, you start chuckling together.
âYou got me fucked up,â he mutters as he pulls you in closer. âGot me losing sleep and shit.â
You giggle as you plant kisses all over his face. "I'm sorry my sleep talking kept you up."
Sukuna even clicks his tongue as he shakes his head with a grin, "You like that, don't you? Having me wrapped around your little finger."
Days and weeks passed, and the house stays clean. Sukuna did stay true to his word: the house is always spotless, he picks up after himself, and most of all, he keeps you stress-free and well-fucked.
And sometimes, when he watches you sleep, he smirks a little because apparently, even your subconscious knows how to keep him in line.
"the hell are you two doing?" sukuna's voice was quiet, but still gruff with sleep, growing more annoyed by the two small bodies that crawled in between you and him, in his own bed.
"yuji said he was scared." choso mumbled out, clearly unfazed by his older brother's less than happy response.
"so why the hell are you in my bed?"
"he wants y/n." the dark haired boy rubbed his eyes, before tucking his younger brother underneath the warmth of the bedsheets, then himself.
"get out 'fore you wake her." sukuna gritted out.
yuji shook his head softly, tears brimming in the four year olds eyes, "p-please 'kuna?"
"cho get him out now orâ"
"ryo?" a soft mumble made the three brothers go quiet.
sukuna looked at choso, before running a hand down his face, "hm?"
"let them stay."
you turned around, allowing yuji to curl up into your chest, a small sniffle escaping the poor boy.
"babe are you serious? they're right in betweenâ" sukuna whisper yelled.
"you can sleep on the couch if y'want ryomen." your voice was light, almost sweet sounding, despite the threat carried through your words.
sukuna let out a huff, dropping his head down onto the pillow in annoyance.
choso gave him a small smile, one of victory, like he was rubbing it in sukunas face, "night 'kuna."
"I hate you brats."
a/n some cute filler while I work on pt 2 of fratboy!kuna n his drunk gf cus ive been feeling too angsty lately lol
âfuck is this about?â he asked as his gaze stayed on the screen, the camera already recording. you giggled, a sound heâd once admitted was his favorite with all its sweetness, and he sighed deeply, already accepting defeat. because who the hell did he think he was, before his sweet girl heâd certainly burn the whole world for?
âyouâll see.â you mumbled, a playful grin stretching across your face. the camera angle was already perfect, catching both his figure and every grumpy expression, but you kept checking it just to be sure.
you had stumbled across the trend while scrolling, knowing your boyfriend probably hadnât since he avoided social media like the plague, claiming that place was full of dimwits. from the moment youâve seen the trend, youâve always wanted to try it. and now, quite late to the trend, he stood there with his hands shoved into his pockets, an amused look resting on his features, about to partake in a trend he wasnât even aware of.
after checking the camera one more time, you made your way over, still giggling with a disturbingly joyous tone.
âyou sound fucking evil.â he groaned at the sight of your grin since he was already familiar with the scene, aware that you were planning something.
you stopped in front of him, your eyes were sparkling with joy and you were barely containing your laughter. he, visibly defeated, also smiled warmly, a sweet gesture he only ever showed to you. the stretch on his lips couldâve looked unfamiliar to anyone else, but to you it was known and comforting. a gesture so unlike him yet so much of him. so much of a part of him only you knew.
you gently took his arms, lifting them above his head. âthe hell?â he asked, but you simply shrugged, making sure he keeps them there. for a moment, you also enjoyed the vision, his tight tee clinging onto his huge biceps and stretching the poor fabric.
then you tangled your fingers into his short, pinkish hair, and rose onto your tiptoes to meet his lips. the moment your lips caught his, he let out a low groan, straight from his chest.
his hands dropped almost instantly. they smoothly found your hips, pulling you against him, his warmth seeping through his hands to your body.
youâd guessed he would probably lower his arms as he openly disliked listening to others, but then again he had built an habit of obeying you over the years you were together âand still, even if he did lower them, you hadnât expected it to be this quick.
âkuna you are so weak-â you barely breathed the words with a pleased laugh out before he cut you off, crashing his lips onto yours again with aggressive yet careful moves.
âbabe, let me breatheâ okay the trendâs over-â you tried to speak, laughing against his moist lips, as his hands wandered all over your body.
âtrend?â he muttered, merely pulling back as his lips still hovered over yours, his brows furrowing, and you laughed.
âmhmm, to see if youâd melt into the kiss. you are sooo weak baby.â he glanced at the camera, and rolled his eyes as he finally understood the situation. even so he kept his hands on yours again hips, his grip tightening just slightly.
âyeah,â he said, a wicked grin tugging at his lips, âso fucking weak.â he said, before leaning in to kiss you again, muffling your laughter with a warm look in his eyes, and an amused glint beneath his gaze.
after carrying your son around in your stomach for 9 months, and pushing through 8 hours of intense labour, you are now staring down at your beautiful baby boy with tired eyes.
he is beautiful, but he looks exactly like his father.
you huff. "he looks exactly like you"
"don't sound too excited" sukuna jokes, smoothing over yujis scarce pink hair.
you inspect the baby further, peering at his pink hair, the exact same shade as his daddy's, as well as the same skin tone and his little mouth laying perfectly flat along his face while he sleeps. your eyes follow his chubby arms and fingers and belly, baby fat almost promising that he will get as big and strong as his dad.
then you look up to his father, kuna's face resting in the same serious line while you watch him watching yuji. you reach up and cup sukuna's cheek. when his gaze meets yours you take in the details of his pretty eyes, his tattoos, and his markings below his eyes.
you snap your head back to yuji.
"kuna he even has your little markings" you whine, "he looks nothing like me... i pushed out your fatass baby and carried him for 9 months the least he could do is look a little like me.." you continued on.
sukuna holds back a laugh and smooths over your hair, "the next one will look exactly like you.. maybe a pretty little girl."
you grumble a little more but inevitably settle down and lay back onto the pillow. with yuji in your arms, and sukuna leaning over you both, carressing yujis face, you all sit there for a while.
yuji babbles a little in his sleep and cracks a little smile. "he must be dreaming" you softly mumble with a smile.
sukuna looks back and forth between you too. "he has your smile"
if you weren't so tired, you would've jumped for joy. "really?" you tuck yourself against sukunas chest, nuzzling him slightly.
he hums.
cutest smiles he's seen.
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