pls may i have a crumb of diluc being gentle n kind im spreading my cheeks n dragging myself across the floor to u this isn't arlo no it's not @tinie at all they hate diluc they would never ask for this
which cheeks is not tinie spreading 🤨🤨
a soft hum leaves diluc’s lips as he rolls over in bed, hiding his eyes from the bright sun streaming in from the window by burying his face in the soft skin of your neck. breathing in deeply, he wraps his arms around you and holds you close. despite always sleeping with our bodies more or less tangled up, at some point in the night you’d drifted away from him and were on your own side by yourself.
“no,” he grunts into your neck, knowing you couldn’t hear him since you were still asleep but not caring. “mine.”
you mumble something in your sleep that he doesn’t catch, and he just burrows further into you, clutching you tightly. you were so warm, and so comforting — the perfect thing to come home to during a harsh winter’s night.
you’d whined when he’d crawled under the covers last night, bothered by how cold his toes were when he pressed them against you beneath the blankets. he’d just laughed and cuddled you close, and your warmth had leeched into his chilly body as time progressed. after your first complaints ( that only really veiled your excitement that he was finally, finally home ), you’d snuggled up against him with your bare chests pressing together, content to hold one another. sleep came for both of you, and then suddenly for diluc it was morning.
he didn’t want to wake up yet. he wanted to stay in bed, stay in your arms, stay warm with you. morning meant work and exhaustion and drunkards. with a deep breath, diluc lets his body relax.
maybe he’d take the day off.