Imagine you're diluc's girlfriend. One night, you guys had some fun in your shared apartment, drinking (except for him), and doing some karaoke. Then out of nowhere, while he was searching for a song to sing because it his turn—sway by michael buble pops up you begged him to sing it because you saw in every videos tht diluc's fangirls posted, he sounded like michael buble in his song "sway". You practically pleaded to sing it for you, eventually he gave up and he started singing. Suddenly, in the chorus of the song, he stood up and held out a hand to you, gesturing to take his hand and dance with him. Y'all danced until the song ended.
I'm way too obsessed with this man 😔🙏
It's just the two of you, the song's instrumental playing on the TV. His voice is smooth, he sings clumsily, humming the lyrics he couldn't remember as he swayed with you. His hand on your waist and holding yours as you dance. Even as the song fades away in the background, he holds you close, forehead against yours as you both continue to sway.
Even without a song playing Diluc definitely enjoys holding his beloved in his arms and just swaying. He'll do this after a long day at work or during a lazy day. This man just loves holding you in his arms❤️
Since there was a train in the snezhnaya bts I wanted to write some angst of Diluc's sojourn.
It was cold. The frosty air drifted against his face as he sat limply against a crate, clutching his side as he caught his breath.
Diluc had managed to get away from an outnumbered fight and had gotten shot by a skirmisher. Luckily it was only a graze. Nothing a little bandage wouldn't fix.
Still, the frigid cold of snezhnaya was getting to him. The rush of adrenaline was already dying down as he caught his breath. By pure instinct he held his hand out, hoping to draw out his flames. But instead of the amber flames he was used to, he was met with the black flames of his father's delusion. He immediately closed his hands and instead wrapped himself tighter with his cloak, shuddering as he watched the snowy forest pass by with a blur.
Later on he would stumble upon a cave and rest there for the night. When morning comes he would be on the move again.
Summary: Diluc anxiously looks for something to do around his manor but spots you sleeping on his couch.
Tags: non disclosed gender of reader, fluff, established relationship
🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/82587936
Slow days were a rare treat for Diluc. The stoic winery owner and informant was often busying himself with something be it menial or urgent. He needed to do something, anything. He had ask the chef if he could help around, but was brushed off and told to find somewhere else to idle by. He tried with the farmhands but they had already finshed all the chores. He check his desk for anything to do but found he had already done it all.
You, however, found yourself comfortable beneath the window. Napping in the warm spring afternoon light from the sunbed. Diluc took a moment and stared, watching your chest rise and fall, listening to the soft snores from your mouth. Napping away the afternoon like a lazy cat.
He sat on the floor right next to you, his hand brushing away hair from your face. Fingers threading through, brushing away leaves and flowers that clung to your locks. No doubt from your recent exploration of the nearby woods. Oh, how he adored you. His sweet, precious spouse.
"Mn..." His admiration was shifted when you stirred and opened your eyes. That bight shining gaze, dioriented with sleep yet it still met his with a sleepy smile. "Hey..." You reached out and held his hand, nuzzling and pressing a kiss on his gloved palm.
"Hey," he echoed, a smile melting his stoic expression away, "Did you sleep well?" His question is met with an affermative hum and another nuzzle. "Still sleepy?"
Another affirmative hum.
"Do you want to go to bed?"
"Mhm", you hummed again but made no move to get up. Diluc huffs in amusement and carefully lifted you into a bridal carry. "So lazy," he mumbles and pressed a kiss on your temple as you made yourself comfortable in his arms.
"You're so sweet," You mumble against his shoulder, already drifting back to sleep.
Diluc sighs exasperatedly fond of your ability to be so carefree. He gently lays you on the bed, tucking you in before slipping right next to you. Letting you hold him against your chest as he willed himself to relax. The afternoon sun stream in from the windows, wasting a warm glow into a room that once sat empty majority of the time. He listens to your heartbeat, feels the rise and fall of your chest, and finally close his eyes to enjoy this moment of peace.
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