An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Melinoë weeps, red in the face as her body trembles like a leaf in the wind.
“I deserve this,” she sobs. “I have experienced nothing but grief and suffering since I came here. What is there to learn from this? I never should have left.”
Prometheus shakes his head. “You cannot learn if you are unwilling to see the mistakes in your actions,” he says and she sniffles pathetically.
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or, burdened by her task, melinoë seeks an escape. when the titan of foresight offers her his hand, she does not refuse him.
a/n: i was super lazy last week and refused to make formal posts for my witchflame week contributions. i have two and this is one of them... i'll try to post the other one sometime in the week.
that said, this fic is about 20,000 words long! a thesis, if you will, and is a strange amalgamation of every prompt for every day of @witchflameweek! i crashed out many times while writing this but it was worth it.
pairing: diluc ragnvindr x keqing
tags/cw: unabashed fluff, very soft, forehead kisths UvU!, teasing, smiles, i don’t know how to tag anything
ao3
a/n: please enjoy it!
~o~
“You may call me ‘Mrs. Ragnvindr’ when you are positive you are completely, perfectly, and incandescently happy.”
He paused, staring, before sending her the sweetest smile he had graced her with all day.
“Then, how are you today, Mrs. Ragnvindr?”
or, diluc and keqing spend time in the fields above the winery.
The sun played tricks on his hair and she found her attention glued to the bright strands rather than the words falling off his tongue.
They were sitting in the fields that overlooked the winery, having walked up the paths before resting here. The afternoon breeze was crisp, yet warm, welcoming as she hummed to show she was at least hearing what he was saying. It wasn’t something they did often, no, they had no time for leisurely strolls and impromptu picnics, spending most, if not all, of their time inside his manor where they could remain undisturbed until she had to leave.
She sighed, weary. She didn’t want to leave Mondstadt yet, for two weeks in her eyes seemed to have gone by too fast.
He must have sensed her upset because she jumped at the feeling of his hand sliding underneath her chin, turning her head so she was looking at him. His smile was so soft when she met his gaze, gloved fingers pushing lavender strands out of her eyes before falling into the space between them.
“What’s wrong, Keqing?” he asked, and she allowed her eyes to flutter shut as she indulged in the comfort of his voice.
“Nothing,” she lied, smiling gently when she heard him laugh, quiet as if he didn’t want to wake her from her thoughts. “I was just reminded that I must leave you soon,” she continued, and he gestured for her to continue. “I don’t want to leave you yet, Diluc,” she told him. “Two weeks is too short. I think I must ask the Tianquan for more time.”
He chuckled and she relished in it, watching as the sun made the sparse freckles on his cheeks darker in its light. “You shouldn’t worry about that now, Keqing,” he said, and she offered another non-committal hum as her head lolled to the side. Her chest tightened when he took her hand in his own, his thumb caressing her palm. “Besides, it is better to dwell on the time we have together now than what we don’t, my dear,” he teased, “my lovely, lovely wife,” he added, grin broadening at the flush that covered her face.
She pulled her hand away from him, glaring even as she struggled to fight the smile on her lips.
“I am not your wife yet,” she said flatly. “You may call me ‘Mrs. Ragnvindr’ when you are positive you are completely, perfectly, and incandescently happy.”
He paused, staring, before sending her the sweetest smile he had graced her with all day.
“Then, how are you today, Mrs. Ragnvindr?” he asked, and she gawked as she felt the blood rush to her cheeks, crawling down her neck and colouring her ears as he laughed again, a sweet sound she was so thankful he allowed her to hear. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head then, lingering for a moment before pulling back, eyes gentle as he cupped her jaw again. “I am always happy with you, Keqing.”
Her words. “Always?” She can’t find them.
“I can’t ever recall a time in which your presence made me sad,” he affirmed, and she blinked in surprise before mirroring his expression.
“Call me ‘Mrs. Ragnvindr’ after we marry,” she said after a moment, gaze glued to the grassy patch in the distance. “For I am unsure if I will be able to handle any more of this if you call me that every day.”
He smiled again and she sunk into his embrace when he opened his arms for her.
“I’ll keep that in mind, my heart, my love,” he said quietly. “I’ll keep it in mind just for you.”
first 10 lines rule: list the first line of your last 10 fics (posted or wip) and see if there's a pattern. if you don't have 10 fics, then as many first lines as you do have!
thank you to my lovely kai (@bvckbiter) for the tag...! tagging @heartfluttered, @tibblers, @sleepylabs, @tanzaniiite, @nenekenn3dy, @ahumanintraining to join (if you'd like). no pressure at all! join if you want! @ me even! yay! that's so many tags... i have so many friends...
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let it be known that everything is promeli... promeli the world...
they're not sorted in any particular order! have fun! 💜🌙
Completed:
"From the window, she sees the Moon, its splendor tucked away behind dull, grey clouds." — don't close your eyes in paradise. canon divergence, slow burn, rated: mature
"In his premonitions, Prometheus would often see himself and the witch together." — to be away from the body— whump, character study, rated: teen
"Prometheus’ foresight is a strange thing." — silk. pwp (w/ just a little plot), rated: explicit
"The room is dark save for the little moonlight that slips through the cracks of the half-opened curtains." — cigarettes out the window. modern setting, rated: mature
"She realizes, with her back on the stone floor and her eyes towards the splintered heavens, that she has never noticed how cold the snow is." — aromatic. pre-slash, hurt/comfort, rated: teen
"If there is one thing Melinoë hates, it’s arriving at Charon’s shop with no gold." — quo vadis? whump, character study, rated: mature
WIPs, Drafts, & Warm Ups:
"He startles her so severely, Melinoë is positive she dies." — edge of erebus. pwp (with plot), denial of feelings, rated: explicit
"She watches him take a breath, slow and shallow in comparison to the heavy lift of his shoulders." — allow me. hurt/comfort, ambiguous relationships, rated: teen
"He hauls her to her feet, out of the muck and blood and mire and onto ruined pavement." — last living souls. apocalypse au, rated: mature
"She isn’t sure how long he’s been doing this." — untitled. pwp (w/ just a little plot), rated: explicit
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Her observations are cut short when his shoulders heave, his entire body trembling under a pressure she cannot fathom. Melinoë hears the whistle of his breath through his teeth. His hair is so long and so grossly matted it hides his face from her. Blood and dirt and snow and sweat. Never once had Melinoë thought the Titan of Foresight capable of looking so dejected.
She swallows thickly.
The scar on his chest is large and freshly healed, crested with ichor he cannot wipe away.
She decides, then, that she will do it for him.
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featuring:
time shenanigans
moral dilemmas
ambiguous loyalties
a/n: this fic wouldn't exist without the help of my dear mutuals who more or less put all the pieces together! please enjoy it <3
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“You were really obvious this time, professor,” she says suddenly, hoping to startle him to no avail. She leans into his peripheral as he pointedly ignores her, waving goodbye to a few more students.
He catches her gaze out of the corner of his eye. Warm and brown. “Maybe I grew tired of this endless back and forth,” he replies, but he is unable to stop the corners of his mouth from twitching upwards.
or, melinoë and prometheus after aeons apart.
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featuring:
modern setting
holiday adjacent (there's snow)
fluff and hurt/comfort
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Olympus has been destroyed. There is nothing more for you to guard against me. My grandfather has been restricted to the Blessed Isles and so there is no need for you to serve him anymore, either.” Melinoë shakes her head, blonde hair falling into her face as she chews on the inside of her cheek.
“And so what will the Titan of Foresight do with his newfound freedom and time?”
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featuring:
heavy dialogue
ambiguous relationships
hurt/comfort
canon-divergence + slight spoilers
a/n: I decided I needed to repurpose some old wips and so this fic is a weird amalgamation of about four of them? I'm not entirely satisfied with the flow of dialogue, but I do think it's good enough, so I hope you all enjoy it!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Am I not allowed to think?” She counters, moving with him when he sits up.
He laughs at her, one-note. “It is not that you aren’t allowed. There are many nights where I disregard your intense expressions if only to offer you the quiet you need,” Prometheus says. Melinoë looks up then, leaning into his hand when he cups the side of her head, his thumb sweeping over her cheekbone. “And then there are others where your thoughts are so loud, I cannot help but address them.”
Melinoë withers, pulling her face out of his hand.
a/n: this has been in my drafts for at least three months now. I struggled mostly with how to end it and the dialogue flow (there's a lot by the way). in the end, i think it turned out quite nice! very sweet. i haven't written anything this self-indulgent in a while.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
“Are you quite done?”
Melinoë looks at him then. Her eyes and hair are wild, unfocused, but she meets his gaze anyway. She looks as if she isn’t sure she wants to yell in frustration or cry.
He knows that she will do neither.
“Yes,” she says after a moment, uncharacteristically calm.
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featuring:
titan-sized moral dilemmas
heavy dialogue
ambiguous relationships
no spoilers for hades 2
a/n: an older oneshot from early August, I wanted to write about Prometheus and Melinoe attempting to have a conversation that didn't immediately end with them trying to kill each other. I still really like how this one turned out and I hope you all do too! I want to start posting my fics here, but I'm still not sure how I want to go about formatting.
