Summary: When petty jealousy threatens to sour the quiet sanctity of their secret marriage, Mondstadt’s 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 didn’t 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 didn’t need to look up to know the precise cadence of Diluc’s 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 Mondstadt’s 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 didn’t 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 Knights’ 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."
Diluc’s 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 Angel’s 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 estate’s 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 Sarah’s 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 Diluc’s schedule."
You stared at her, utterly bewildered. "I work closely with the winery on elemental defense and trade routes, Donna. It’s matters of business."
"Business! Is that what you call it when you follow him around like a stray dog?" Donna’s 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? You’re just a commoner clinging to his coattails, desperately trying to climb the social ladder. It’s pathetic, really. Master Diluc is a nobleman of highest caliber. He’s far too polite and well-bred to tell you to your face that you're an annoying nuisance, but it’s 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. She’s 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.
"Let’s 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 Kaeya’s 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, Kaeya’s 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 Barbatos’s favored brew.
The Angel’s 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!"
Diluc’s 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."
Diluc’s 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. It’s 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.
Six-Fingered José stopped strumming his lyre a few paces away.
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 Donna’s breath hitch in her throat.
"Is that so?" Diluc’s voice was dangerously quiet, a low hiss of embers before a wildfire.
"Y-yes!" Donna stammered, emboldened by her own delusion. "Everyone thinks so! She’s just a clinging, desperate nobody who’s dragging down your reputation. You should just ban her from the estate, Master Diluc. You don't need that kind of dead weight—"
"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 Diluc’s 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 Angel’s 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 Diluc’s shoulder, a gesture that made Diluc’s 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 there’s 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 Angel’s Share did not arrive with the usual quiet dignity of the Dawn Winery.
Instead, it arrived with the sound of Kaeya Alberich’s boots clicking across the polished flagstones of the manor’s 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 husband’s 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 Diluc’s 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 you’ve 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 winery’s Lady."
Kaeya reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a separate piece of parchment, tapping it against his chin.
"In fact, I’ve 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 Diluc’s face.
"Kaeya. What did you do?"
Kaeya’s grin was blinding.
"I placed a massive, non-refundable, incredibly lucrative order with Flora’s 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! It’s 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. It’s 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."
Diluc’s 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 Diluc’s 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, she’s 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, I’ll 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.
"That’s 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?" Kaeya’s 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. You’re lucky it’s 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 city’s 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..." Diluc’s 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 Kaeya’s 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 Knights’ 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 everyone’s 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 captain’s 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."
Donna’s 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 Barbara’s choir.
The ambient temperature inside the sanctuary felt instantly warmer, charged by the quiet intensity of Diluc’s 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, Diluc’s 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."
What the Wind Left, What the Rumors Kept | DilucxReader
Summary: Rumors travel rather quickly here in Mondstadt, especially through taverns as famous as the Angel’s share. A certain runaway lady has been the main interest of topic as of lately. A lady wielding a vision and are often seen fighting off the treasure hoarders and hilichurls on the streets of Mondstadt. Purposely running into Darknight Hero on his nightly patrols was meant to be a simple curiosity and definitely not a rivalry... Right?
Disclaimer: enemies to lovers, reader is from Fontaine, yearning Diluc, slight angst, slow burn one shot, as always english isn't my first language so pardon me. Cross-posted on AO3!
Rumors travel rather quickly here in Mondstadt, especially through taverns as famous as the Angel’s share.
Well, it is hardly surprising, given that there are always people that come in and go at all times, loose tongues from civilians, knights, adventurers, and even bards all gathered under one roof. And Diluc, had grown accustomed to filtering the truth from some baseless rumors, sorting through information from meaningless gossip, and knowing when to ignore when it is hardly significant. He had little interest in them. But every now and then, a rumor would make its way that catches his attention.
But it is definitely not one that came from the mouth of Kaeya Alberich when he's drinking. He had the tendency of adding his own extra little flair when he's telling a story to Diluc. To which Diluc never understands and probably never will.
“A runaway noblewoman,” Kaeya had said casually one evening, swirling his wine on one of his hands, “Apparently she ran away from her family all the way from Fontaine.”
Diluc had barely looked up from polishing a glass.
“But not just a regular noblewoman. From what I've heard, the merchants passing through the city swore they've seen her driving off treasure hoarders and hilichurls on the road.” Kaeya tilted his head slightly, a glint of amusement in his eye, “And I've heard she'll be staying in Mondstadt for quite some time. Makes you wonder why you think she fled Fontaine in the first place, eh?”
Diluc didn't look up from what he was doing and continued to polish another glass after he put the clean one carefully on the side, clearly uninterested in whatever Kaeya was saying.
Kaeya sighed dramatically, “You wound me Diluc. And here I thought tales of a scandalous noble runaway would interest you.”
“I fail to see why it should.” Diluc’s expression remains indifferent.
Kaeya leaned in lazily against the counter, swirling his wine as if he had nothing better to do than to provoke his brother.
“You truly have no curiosity at all?”
Kaeya chuckled, “A noble daughter abandoning her aristocratic life to roam the countryside and more so with a skilled swordsmanship. Quite impressive, really. And from what I've heard from a few people, she even fled from her own engagement.”
Diluc raised a brow, though his expression remained unmoved, “Nobles running away from their responsibilities to Mondstadt is not uncommon.”
He resumed polishing another glass. Kaeya chuckled softly.
“You're terribly cynical, Diluc.” he said as he gulped down the last drop of his drink, “Still, I have a feeling you'll meet her eventually. And if you happen to cross paths with this mysterious runaway during one of your nightly… excursions, do try to be polite. She is still a lady after all.”
And as if Kaeya had a hand in it, their paths crossed as if fate was helping him to make his predictions come true. Diluc moved swiftly through the darkness doing his Darknight hero duties as per usual. But when the sound of steel clashing against something burst across the alley, he was surprised to see someone already fighting. And that someone had ended the fight as he got to the scene.
“You know,” you looked to the place he's been ‘hiding’, “It's rather rude to watch from the shadows.”
He stepped forward to reveal himself under the moonlight.
“You’re late to the party.” you said.
“I was simply observing.” he replied, his tone indifferent.
“That sounds suspiciously like an excuse,” you hummed, “Since the situation is already handled, I suppose there’s no need for you to continue watching.”
Diluc frowned slightly. You've already turned your back at him.
“... You're leaving?”
“Did you want me to stay?” You looked over your shoulder, a quick step onto the nearest crate then another, you jumped upward and suddenly you were already halfway up from Diluc. Your cloak fell down your head, revealing your face under the moonlight.
Diluc has only briefly heard about the descriptions of your physical appearance mostly from the adventurers and merchants that stopped by his tavern occasionally. But the moment he saw you, he knew you were the topic of the recent rumors about a runaway noble lady fleeing her engagement from Fontaine and coming all the way to Mondstadt.
Miss Y/N L/N.
Your eyes gleamed with amusement as you glanced back down at him, “If you feel left out, do try to arrive earlier next time.”
And before Diluc could respond, you had vanished over the top balcony. He shifted his gaze toward the scattered remains of the Abyss creatures. So the rumors were true after all, the runaway noblewoman was a skilled fighter. And if tonight’s encounter was any indication, she was going to be far more troublesome than what the rumors suggested.
It became a routine at some point. You always seemed to arrive and solve the problem before he even got there. He occasionally caught glimpses of your glowing [your vision name] Vision leaving from the corner of his eyes after he arrived at the crime scene. Sometimes, he arrived just as the fight was ending like the first time he encountered you.
For someone who held no official duty to protect Mondstadt, you certainly do like to intervene. You have a habit of appearing exactly where you shouldn’t, stepping into matters he’s already handling as if you have every right to be there. He doesn’t ask for help, doesn’t want it, and most certainly doesn’t need yours. At least, that’s what he tells himself. You move too fast, speak too freely, and refuse to back down even when he tells you to leave. And at some point it became a competition neither of you agreed to, yet refused to let the other win.
Who gets there first, who finishes it cleaner, and who proves the other wrong.
Until one day you just didn't show up. Not the next. And not even the day after that.
At first he assumes you've finally learned your place. It should be a relief after all your constant meddling, now that you’ve chosen to stay out of it for once. It should make things a lot easier. It does, technically. But yet somehow, Diluc found himself expecting to see you there whenever he patrols. Enough that he started to look around just to catch a glimpse of you, eventually. Not because he is concerned, no, he would never. He would never admit that he is, because unfinished matters have a way to become a problem one day. At least that's what he told himself for these last few days.
When he saw you again, it wasn't how he had expected it to be. He had expected you to be there before him like usual, always waiting and ready to tease him for being late once more. Not the sight of you lying barely conscious, blood pooling under your body while you remained unmoving. He could feel his blood run cold as he approached you. For a moment it doesn't make any sense. You were supposed to be someone that was difficult to keep up with and even harder to pin down. How did you end up like that? Why? And who or what did this to you?
The moment you regained your consciousness, the ceiling above you was unfamiliar. Your side ached faintly, though the sharp pain is more manageable now. You can feel the bandages that wrap around your body as you try to move. The scent of grapes drifted through the room.
Diluc had brought you to Dawn Winery to get your wounds treated. The staff told you it was “Master Diluc” who took care of you when you've been unconscious for days and have a high fever. Yet when you're well enough to walk around, you couldn’t find a single trace of him. It was like he purposely left you there, without so much as a single inquiry after your condition.
Diluc had spent days trying to make it make sense. It might have been easier to believe that he simply did not care. Was it the sight of your almost lifeless body that terrified him? Or was it because he's not oblivious to how naturally he had come to expect you whenever he's out on patrol? Or perhaps it was something far less reasonable that he refused to name yet?
Because whatever the reason, it was clear that he chose to keep his distance. Not because you were his rival but because he understood all too well what it would mean if he had stayed by your side to witness your recovery.
Still, he has his staff to report your conditions back to him while he keeps his distance. How your wounds have been healing, how you've been eating and sleeping, how your complexion seems better as day went by, and how you're insisting in helping the maids out to cure your boredom even though they have tried to warn you not to do anything, lest your injuries worsen.
But there were moments where he considered breaking that distance just to check on you with his own eyes. There was a particular kind of frustration in knowing that you were just behind a door down the corridor, a turn that he refused to take. Because he understands, perhaps better than most, how easily attachment could become a weakness. His weakness. Because once he crossed that door to see you and allow himself even a single moment of honesty, he knew there's no way he could pretend that this was nothing.
“You know, you're not very good at staying out of sight.”
The sharp sound of glass shattering cut through the tavern, drawing a few glances but he paid them no mind. You have decided to pay him a surprise visit one day when you're well enough to come to Mondstadt on your own. He had not expected you to come to Angel’s tavern yourself.
“You shouldn't be out yet.” Diluc said as he cleaned the pieces of broken glasses after it slipped out of his hand.
“Is that concern I hear?” you chuckled a bit, teasing him has always been a routine of yours whenever you see him out on patrol.
“The doctor said your ribs aren't fully healed yet. Try breathing without pain if you decided you're recovered.” he grunted, looking at your side.
“...” In turn you only stared at him and blinked. His facial expression shifted to a confused one, trying to guess what you were thinking.
“You seem pretty well-informed for someone who couldn't be bothered to visit.”
“I was informed.” His gaze sharpened.
“Ah,” you hummed, “So you were concerned.”
“... Don't misunderstand.” he sighed.
“I think Kaeya’s right. You're not really the honest type when it comes to feelings.” you tried to suppress a chuckle, “Besides, I couldn't leave without thanking you for saving my life.”
He knew you were now well enough to leave Dawn Winery. He needed to face you, confirm himself there was nothing and be done with it. Because that was what this was, wasn't it? The ending of your encounter, neatly wrapped in gratitude. You were staying in Mondstadt for a while, doesn't mean you're staying here forever.
So why then he had hoped that you were going to stay a little longer?
You were simply… A traveler. A runaway noblewoman was never meant to remain anywhere for long, she still has a whole world lay wide before her, waiting to be explored. You were not made to stay. To ask otherwise would be… Foolish. And he was not a man given to foolishness.
So he let your gratitude stand as it was. Even if for the briefest moment he found himself wondering what it might have been like had you have chosen to stay. After all, the world was wide enough that your paths might never cross again. But yet, not so wide to dismiss the possibility entirely.
“You may leave as you wish.” he said quietly, “But should you ever feel like returning… there will always be a place here that welcomes you.”
Bonus story:
"Oh but I'll still be staying in Mondstadt." you smiled cheekily, "I meant leaving your Dawn Winery. I don’t want to start a rumor that Master Diluc, Mondstadt's most sought after bachelor secretly shelters a mysterious woman. Rumors travel more quickly here in Mondstadt, don't you agree?"
“...and it seems that you are awfully interested in my reputation.” Diluc who had only connected the dots can't help but frown at the teasing. Although the tip of his ears can't really lie.
Summary: A particular memory that you remember from your moments of Ace before he got captured by the Marines. Ace is still alive, this happened before Marine Ford. Reader is a member of the Whitebeard Pirates.
Disclaimer: reader is comforting Ace, slight angst, implied d34th, english is not my first language so I apologize in advance if there are any incorrect grammars 😔 I'm missing Ace, my poor sunshine boy 😔 The reason why it's slight angst... you'll get to it in a minute. Also this is cross-posted on AO3.
“Welp, thanks for listening to me ramble.”
Sitting beside you, Portgas D. Ace let out a quiet breath, somewhat between a sigh and laugh. There were nights when Ace would choose to join you on patrols aboard the Moby Dick. On nights where his thoughts were keeping him awake and he couldn’t bring himself to sleep. And when that happens, he would find himself confiding in you during your nightly watch.
And tonight was one of those nights.
“It’s amazing how you always know what to say.” He flashed you his cheeky grin, a sign that whatever has been on his mind was finally off his chest, “I think you should be the crew’s therapist or something.”
“Should I?” you chuckled at the thought.
“Yeah.” He didn't hesitate, didn't even look at you when he said it. He looked up at the clear starry sky. The ship rocked with the waves beneath you, slow and steady. The lantern lights you brought to the bird nest flickered briefly in his eyes, illuminating his face with a warm glow.
“You know, you're weird you know that?”
“... That's a new one.” You raised a brow, not sure if you should be offended or not since it was Ace who said that.
“Not in a bad way.” he quickly added so you didn't misunderstand it, “ ‘s just, you don't react like other people.”
“Oh? How so?”
“Like…” Ace gave it a brief thought, “Like I'd say something that should probably get a bigger reaction, yeah?”
You nodded once, listening to him. Ace went quiet for a moment.
“You just kinda accept it like it's normal.”
“Well, maybe it is normal.” you blinked, unsure of how to react. Well sure, the other night he just dropped the bomb that he was the son of the Gol D. Roger and he told you just now about how difficult it was living with that kind of burden. He had lived his whole life carrying this secret like a sin he committed, with the belief that his whole existence is a sin just because he was born bearing the same blood as the pirate king.
“Well, I was right, wasn't I? No child gets to choose who they are born from. And besides, I think that shouldn't define your whole existence or who you are just because you're the son of the pirate king.” you replied, “To us, you're just Ace. You're part of the family now.
You had just said it so easily and so… genuine. It wasn't a lie when he told you that you always know the right thing to say to ease his mind. What he wanted to hear for tonight was acceptance for who he really is. And somehow you had become his safe space to confide in whenever he feels like his head is going to explode with thoughts.
He didn't realize it at first. But out of everyone on the ship, you were the only place he ever spoke to like that. Probably because you're not the type of person that would laugh at him or not take him seriously. And maybe that's why he kept coming back.
Ace exhaled, softer this time, “It's not that I haven't heard things like that before. It just… never really stuck with me when other people say it.”
Though Ace might act dumb in certain things, he's not dumb enough to not notice how gazes change when people know the fact that he is the son of the pirate king. Sure, people might tell him kind and reassuring things but the look in their eyes gave them away.
Not with you though. You didn't have that look.
“It's easier to believe it when you're the one saying it. Sounds nice.” he admitted, almost like it surprised him to hear it out loud, “But don't go telling everyone I said that tho.”
“Relax, I won't.” you chuckled at his last comment, “I’d rather not tell myself. I'm not planning on becoming the crew’s therapist anytime soon.”
“Nah, even if you are, they already know how busy you are so I don't think you'll get that many patients. I know being Marco's assistant is no easy task. I heard that old man basically worked you to the bone in the infirmary.” Ace told you the joke about how you never come out from the infirmary and how the crew joked about Marco overworking you in his division.
“I just like making medicine, that’s all.” you laughed.
One moment it would feel quiet and vulnerable. The next, he’d turn it into a light jab or a joke, like it hadn’t meant much at all. It was always like that with Ace, on late nights like this. Although you can feel his sincerity when he thanked you before heading down to finally get some sleep.
As he turned his back, it was such a small and ordinary thing. One that you’d seen a hundred times before, that familiar purple Whitebeard tattoo on his back. And yet this time, you found yourself watching him a little longer than usual, memorizing the line of his shoulders, the freckle details on his back, and the shape of him walking away. And for some reason, your chest tightened as you held onto the sight of his back, like somehow you already know you would miss it.
And that, was the last time you ever saw him walk away from your post. He never returned to tell you another story about his concern.
Bonus story:
The next day, while working in the first division’s infirmary, Marco dropped by to check on the medical supplies.
“So? What did Ace told you this time-yoi?” Marco teased you after knowing that you had nightly patrol last night. He knew Ace would often swing by whenever it’s your shift, much to Marco’s disapproval to not bother you while you were out on night patrol.
“...Nothing.” And like always, you would never tell a single soul what you and Ace have talked about under the open, night starry sky.
I'll explain to you some etiquette you must follow before you begin your tour around the museum ヾ(≡^∇^≡)ノ
Museum Etiquette:
Do not copy, steal, repost any of my works (art and writings) in any other platform.
Be kind to one another and respect other's opinion.
Do not interact if you fit into the basic dni criteria, racist, homophobe, support incest, sexualize minor, any form of discrimination.
About requests!
I am currently not taking any request but if you suggest something I might write them! BUT
I will not write: nsfw, gore, smut, self-harm, suicide, eating disorder, incest, writing imagines of characters who are minors (except for aged up!AU), rape.
My content are usually nsfw free except stated otherwise! I like to write fluff, headcanons, and sometimes a little bit of angst.
That's all for now! Have a great time visiting around!
Rewatching Spy x Family and realizing how far they've come 😭
so I watched the Spy x Family movie Code: White and then after that I rewatched the first episode of SxF and was like wow, Twilight you've really come a long way. Like, he used to be awkward around Anya and didn't know what to do in episode 1 where he cares about the mission more. Comparing that to the movie, you can definitely see that he cares about his family more than the mission.
In the movie you can see that he's definitely disappointed when Handler told him that someone will replace him in Operation Strix. Because if it fails, the family cover will no longer be needed. He wanted to convince the HQ that the Operation Strix is showing progress. Idk about yall but I think it felt like that's just him subconsciously needing a reason to keep his family, to convince himself this could last a little longer. Because when the mission ends, so does the excuse to keep the family. Because he's a spy.
Or perhaps what he's really subconsciously afraid of is what happens when he no longer needs a cover to stay.
Watching the contrast between the first episode and the recent episodes / movie of SxF made me realized that somewhere along the line, Loid started acting like a real father. Cause man went from "this is for the mission" to "standing up for his daughter's Meremere and buying his wife a lipstick just because Yor mentioned that she probably has an allergic reaction to her current lipstick" 😭
And I think if Twilight from episode one when he adopted Anya meets himself from the recent episodes, I'd say he'll judge himself for getting sloppy. Like, "wow, I've really lost my edge" because Twilight was once a man who didn't believe in marriage, family and all that because he had abandoned those things the moment he took the code name Twilight. And seeing him now, he's already attached without him knowing, much softer, more caring.
What used to be strangers playing pretend-family just for the sake of the mission, watching them now, it doesn't feel like a mission anymore. Just a family slowly learning how to be one. Now I really get why people are saying that Twilight has become the mask and Loid Forger became the person. Because Twilight was supposed to be the real one, but now he started to become more comfortable with his life as Loid Forger.
Also the irony of his name... As Twilight, a spy, he spent his life forging fake identities, documents, even lives. He also forged Loid Forger. Yet Loid Forger has become the identity that stopped feeling fake... At least "for the sake of the mission". 😏
Ok so as I'm brainstorming a fanfic I would like to write for Gojo, I keep circling back to the idea of a RealGoddess!Reader x GodComplex!Gojo Satoru dynamic. What I mean by god complex is because he is literally the strongest, and people in the jjk universe practically treat him like a god already. So that's why he's got that confident, cocky, and a sense of untouchable superiority.
But then to flip it on its head, come Y/N or the Reader who is an actual deity, an existence goes far beyond what Gojo even understands. Basically the dynamic is letting the "god" of human, meet a real god.
And just to be clear, by "real god", I don't mean anything tied to real-world beliefs, this is purely fictional work, and more like a celestial or divine being within the JJK Universe. Similar to Sukuna being the King of Curses while Reader is more like a heavenly spirit who descended into the mortal world. Also another quick disclaimer, english is not my first language so pls excuse if there are incorrect grammars and spelling errors T^T also I haven't written in a long time.
Summary: GojoXGoddess!Reader. Gojo woke up from a nightmare of being cut in half. Turns out he regressed back in time by a goddess to the time after Amanai Riko's death. Gojo Satoru was given a second chance to be... Human.
word count: 1.3k, one-shot, sort of angst, slow burn
written and published by orieriee on tumblr. Please do not copy or repost in any other platform.
Gojo Satoru suddenly woke up drenched with cold sweat, his abdomen twisting painfully as he barely made it to the toilet in time.
"Damn it." he muttered, it must've been the spoiled milk he accidentally drank this morning. He knew it tasted off. And now here he was, paying the price like any other normal human being.
Even the strongest sorcerer in the world wasn't immune to something as stupid as spoiled milk. But still, even after the stomach pain has faded, the uneasiness didn't.
It was those same nightmare again. The part where it felt like his body was being cut in half. Fragments of dreams that the sensation of being split apart and burned felt too realistic, as if the world had decided he was done. But he told himself that they were just dreams.
When he finally left the bathroom, Gojo Satoru stepped out of the balcony, letting the cool night air hit his skin. The cicadas were loud tonight and the dark summer sky stretched wide above him.
Amanai Riko is dead.
He knows this because of the empty guilt that at nights like this, weights in his chest. But then again tonight is a little different, as if Gojo felt the lingering certainty that this wasn't his first time standing here.
The world was not meant to rewind. That much is clear for Gojo Satoru who went through the sunny-lit courtyard of Jujutsu High. Not certainty, but just a sense that the world has shifted subtly.
Gojo stood in the open field, practicing his technique with the help of Ieiri Shoko and Geto Suguru. But something about his power felt it responded too easily. And for a moment, just for a moment, Gojo felt like he was reenacting something he had already lived through.
"Suguru, have you lost weight? You okay?" Gojo called from the training grounds, a strange tightness settling in his chest.
"It's just fatigue from the heat." Geto replied, "I'll be fine."
That familiar sense of déjà vu as a chill ran down his spine. As if he had already asked this once. As if he'd heard that answer before.
Gojo forced a grin to his face, laughed it off the way he always did. Because the world hadn't ended. Because Suguru was still there. Because the cicadas still screamed beneath that blue summer sky.
And then one morning, standing beside teacher Yaga during morning briefing, a woman dressed in plain Jujutsu Sorceress attire had appeared.
"Transfer." Yaga said, "She'll be accompanying other students on missions for the time being."
Gojo's six eyes slid over her instinctively, no overwhelming energy, but she became a constant in the background before Gojo ever spoke to her.
A semi-grade one sorceress assigned to assist the students on missions. Nothing flashy but the name kept surfacing in conversation.
She saved Haibara from a fatal blow, Nanami came back with nothing worse than exhaustion. Geto didn't fall, two girls of curse technique users were pulled from the village that should've ended there.
Gojo heard all of this secondhand. In passing, in between missions. But the strongest didn't need saving, so when she was assigned to accompany him in one of the special grade missions, Gojo barely spared her a glance.
"Don't worry missy, you can stay back." he said easily, infinity already humming, "This one's special grade."
She didn't argue, which only makes matter worse.
When the cursed spirit lunged faster than expected, wrong in a way Gojo hadn't accounted for, he was caught off guard.
But then she stepped in.
"HEY!" it was foolish, he thought. A sorcerer of a lower grade than him to jump in front to shield him.
But the special grade cursed spirit gone in an instant blow. The power surged out from her was something not even cursed energy ever did. Her eyes glowed.
For the first time since waking from that impossible dream, the six eyes felt it. It was something older than any jujutsu technique. That presence is no mere semi-grade one sorceress, nor was it something entirely unknown to him.
One that he had felt in his soul before.
After that, he started noticing her a lot more. He stopped pretending not to look for her. He noticed the way she positioned herself, which is never in front of him unless it mattered.
"You don't need to protect me." he said once, lightly when she stepped in, "... Unless that's just a goddess thing."
"I know." she replied quietly.
With her, the silence never demanded anything. She didn't fill it with reassurance or expectations. Just his well-being.
When he came back from a battle or his dreadful family meeting, she brushed dust from his sleeves with an absentminded tenderness.
"You're hurt." she said. Not to heal him with her powers, not to marvel his achievements, but to press her fingers briefly against his wrist, as if checking he was still... Here.
"Oh, it's nothing the strongest can't handle. I-" he replied, half humoring even though his fingers curled a fraction too tightly. She cut him off before he could even finish.
"I know. But you're still hurt." she said, hands still at his sleeves, warm and steady. Something in his chest ache, because whenever she looks at him, there was no awe or fear, or expectation in her eyes, only concern. Like he mattered even though he wasn't useful. Even if he's not the Gojo Satoru.
Because around him, the world sees him as god among men. The world placed a heavy burden on his shoulders to bear and walked away lighter. Gojo Satoru, the strongest weapon of humanity. And in being so, the world forgot to ask whether he was still allowed to be human.
But she saw the way his shoulders sag when no one's watching after a long mission. The way his gaze that looks down whenever he felt lonely. She saw Gojo Satoru, exhausted and alive and trying so hard to protect everyone and not to be alone. How she saw the part of him that held himself together tightly, how human he still was beneath the faith forced upon the strongest.
And quietly, he wanted her.
The goddess who had returned him to life, only to show him what it meant to be human. The goddess who saw him not as the strongest, not the one who tipped the world's balance, but as Gojo Satoru, mortal and alive.
She stood close to him. Like a mentor. Like a friend. Like a constant when the world demanded him to be something unbreakable.
And yet there was a distance he did not dare to cross. A line not drawn by her but by who she was.
A goddess. The real god among men.
Gojo Satoru spends his whole life being desired for what he represented. But with her, he was allowed to hesitate, allowed to be tired, and allowed to be not perfect, allowed to exist just because. And that's why it hurts.
Because Gojo Satoru loved her not for what she was, but for what she let him be.
Human. Imperfect. Unremarkable. Broken inside.
But still, Gojo Satoru knew better than to believe he could ever want this to be something more. Wanting her meant wanting something he couldn't reach without breaking the human part of himself she had taught him to protect.
But yet, when she rested his head briefly against his shoulder, just for a moment, Gojo Satoru closes his eyes and let himself want.
Not as the strongest.
Not as the man who tipped the balance of the world the moment he was born.
Not as a god among men.
But as a man. A human. Who knew this was all he would ever be allowed.
if I have to associate LADS men with an artist(s) or music, it would be:
Disclaimer: these are just my own interpretation! It might not be 100% accurate to their personalities and everyone can have their own interpretation. My version is that every time I listen to these music, I tend to think/associate them with the music! Also not read-proof, I wrote this on a whim because I need to get this idea out of my head ASAP. Still coping with uni-stress. Sosorry if I get any of the grammars wrong, english isn't my first language. I hope you enjoy! If you have any song recommendations that you associate the LADS men with, please let me know!! 💗
Sylus is so lana del rey coded. Especially Salvatore, art deco, and ultraviolence imo. Music that sounds majestic but carries dark, vintage, similar to a dark academia tones. A blend of elegance and somber, a rich atmosphere that's both glamorous and haunting.
Caleb is arctic monkey and cigarettes after s*x coded. Especially with his military persona who yearns to see his wife (aka MC) he got that sort of vibe, and also obsessed/obsessive in keeps-replaying/thinking-of-MC kind of way. Cool, edgy, but also kinda intimate and melancholic. Loving in quiet, longing, is painful, but he holds on to it. Kinda yandere.
Zayne is Hozier with korean RnB vibes, like Dept or The Black Skirts. He's sweet, a gentleman. Hearing their music makes you think how can someone loves someone so much, and that's Zayne! Poetic, romantic, warm, a bit emotional but never overwhelming, kinda mysterious too. Like a confession, ache, tenderness.
Xavier is Indila-coded! Because he's princely but also has a layer of royalty/nobility. Like he walked out of a historical manhwa or out of an old European aristocratic film where love is tragic. He's graceful and screams effortless elegance, yes, in a light academia type of way, but there's also a melancholic air around him.
Rafayel I think is wave to earth coded. Because he reminds me of that first-love, innocent high school love kind of vibe. Music that evokes nostalgia, that captures playful late teenage love, but also like missing who's close, but someone you were never really with, but still think about.
istg like I need more of those "you like [insert LADS love interest] because you're [insert your internal issues] because tell me why ARE THEY SPOT ON??? Like
EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. THEM 🥹
Tell me why I love Caleb more than the others- don't get me wrong, I love all the LIs in Love and Deepspace but with Caleb, I just have a bias towards Caleb... And why is that?
because I want someone who'll love me unconditionally no matter what happens? Heck yeah.
Because I want someone who knows me inside and out and notices every detail about me even the subtle ones or notices whenever I'm feeling a bit down or when I'm feeling stressed out? Absolutely.
I want to be loved, to be noticed, and to have someone who despite knowing our weaknesses and flaws, despite my insecurities, who knows who I really am, what I like and don't like, etc, still chooses to love and care for me unconditionally, fights for me, makes the effort to show up, and have a provider-mindset 🥹
I feel like the song I Love You, I'm Sorry by Gracie Abrams really suits CalebxMC, where the lore is that Caleb confessed to MC but MC rejected him and basically just sees him as a brother figure,, like... awkward
Especially the lyrics goes: I'll be on a boat (MC), you're on a plane (Caleb)
Gaaahh I might write the story based on this, wait as I cook👀
If LADS was a historical royalty manhwa .⋅˚₊‧ ⚜ ‧₊˚ ⋅
Your manhwa harem but with Love and Deepspace boy... What kind of male lead role would they be? 𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑
Disclaimer ‼️ This is just for fun and my own interpretation if the LADS boys are in a historical royalty manhwa or if they're in Bridgeton! Also possibly grammar errors, use she/her
Let me know if you want each of the boys' headcanons in a separate blog for a more detailed story!
INTRODUCTION ₊˚⊹♡:
Starting off with you, you are a notorious noble lady in Philos kingdom, particularly the daughter of the only earl in Philos kingdom. As you're coming of age for marriage, your father the Earl is determined to find you a suitable husband. His initial plan was to introduce you to the crown prince of Philos because you deserve the best of the best. However, you believe in true love instead of a union for duty and political purposes. While sorting through the finest candidates, you found out that there are many fine gentlemen in the kingdom, each with their own allure.
Which one will you choose?
Xavier 🌟
We're starting off with Xavier, he's of course, the crown prince of Philos Kingdom
He's the typical main male lead destined to be your fiancé
He may appear innocent on the surface , but he actually likes to poke fun at you
I imagine he's your childhood friend; the two of you played together a few times whenever the your father the Earl had work at the imperial palace
When you were children, Xavier said that he wanted to marry you one day
However, the two of you eventually lost contact as Xavier's schedule grew busier with his duties as crown prince and grew apart
Currently, the king and queen are sorting through the candidates for the crown princess
The king and queen had picked a princess from the neighboring kingdom but Xavier declined, saying that he already had someone in mind
So really, he was actually the mastermind all along (cue to the introduction), determined to make you his bride by secretly sending a marriage proposal to your estate
He even contacted your father first, not the other way around to arrange a meeting with you
Rafayel 🫧
He is said to be the enigmatic prince from the neighboring kingdom, who carries the bloodline of the Lemurian people
He is the son of a Lemurian princess, whose beauty and grace are reflected in Rafayel's face
He is also known for his artistic skills especially in painting and is famous among the greatest artists in the continent
He often holds charity events, raising funds from his paintings to those in need
Many noble ladies fangirls over him, as most of them thinks he's a romantic and very admirable
But he's actually quite shy when it comes to real romance and that's just all his facade
So the story goes like this, one day, you met him at a ball and he tried to get close to you because he wanted to get some information from you on some kind of Lemurian-related case
You two ended up working together to solve the case and he slowly fell in love with you instead
He revealed to you that he's actually the king of the Lemurian kingdom and he wants to take you back to his kingdom and asked you to be his bride
Now, you are his muse, and since then you exist in all of his art
Zayne ❄️
Zayne is the prodigious mage of the magic tower, because you know, foreseer? Tower of secret?
Zayne represents the typical Mage!Male lead
He's the youngest and one of the lead researchers of magic with huge contributions to the kingdom
Rumor has it he's actually of noble birth but that's for another story
Zayne is cold and distant because he's grown up hiding his true identity
And the thing with you is that, in his dreams, he kept seeing glimpses of his own future — and keeps seeing the same person by his side, but doesn’t know if it’s real or just a magical illusion
And ever since that day, somehow you keep crossing paths with him during important meetings or investigations
Magic can be unpredictable around strong emotions — and Zayne finds his powers reacting wildly when he's near you
He tries to do a research on it, and at first "rejects his fate", but every time he does, his magic is getting more unpredictable and out of control
In the end, he learns to embrace it — but the truth is, he had already fallen for you long before he ever understood it
Because the moment you first crossed paths, even before you appeared in his dreams, his heart had already chosen you
Sylus and Caleb under the cut!
Sylus 🐈⬛
Sylus is the archduke/duke renowned for his vast fortune and prosperous land in the north
He's just as famous — or infamous — for the rumors that surround him
He was rumored to be cruel, violent and ruthless by outsiders, but the people in the north think otherwise
People say he has a pet dragon that protects his land
With Sylus, I can definitely see enemies to lovers trope, the fierce and mean northern duke slowly falls in love with an unshaken noble lady
Well, it all happened when you decided to run away from home to avoid being in an arranged marriage to some stranger
After running away, your carriage broke and you stumbled upon the Duke's castle
And Sylus, cold-eyed and ruthless, has no intention of letting a suspicious trespasser go free, thinking you were a spy sent by the neighboring kingdom
But after some negotiations, Duke Sylus agrees to hide you — but only if you work for him
Basically you're just an adorable little scared kitten to him that he basically adopts you
In the end, he convinced your father to marry you to him instead (the people in his castle are overjoyed by the news that the castle will finally have a Duchess)
Caleb 🍎
Prepare for the angst because in LADS his story kinda has the forbidden trope, that makes him so Knight!Male Lead coded
The tension of forbidden love between of a noble lady and her knight, He struggles every day to maintain his self-control, never daring to step over the line drawn by your difference in social status
As your loyal personal knight, he's always there right by your side ever since you two were young
His duty is solely to protect you from harm... Not catch feelings for you
He would watch from the sidelines while the other princes approached you, jealous but unable to do anything expect for clenching his fists behind his back
Because protecting you also means protecting your happiness, even if it breaks his own heart
And yet, every stolen glance, every accidental brush of your hand against his armor, chips away at his carefully built walls
Every time you smile at someone else... At some... Princes and noblemen, it feels like a blade twisting deeper into his chest
Nails digging into his palms, forcing himself to stand still when every instinct screams at him to act — to claim you
But he remains silent
Because loving you was never part of his oath — and even if it costs him everything, he will not be the one to shatter your future for his own selfish heart
So, in conclusion:
🌟 Xavier as the Crown Prince
🫧 Rafayel as the king of Lemurian kingdom, disguised as a Prince from the neighboring kingdom traveling to Philos kingdom
