diluc has never quite accustomed himself to the realm of romance. he's had his fair share of suitors throw themselves at him, promising him the world, yet their words always sounded hollow and empty. their gazes never quite reached deep within him. he'd never tell anyone, but he's always been a bit of a hopeless romantic, desiring to find the soulmate that the world insists simply isn't real.
for the heir of mondstadt's most esteemed clan, diluc has had the world handed to him on a silver platter from a young age. sure, the server has bumped into multiple people along the way and spilled quite a few of the metaphorical dishes on top of it, but diluc is self aware enough to know that he lives a life filled with luxuries that most others can only dream from. he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, yet it isn't until he meets you that he finally figures out what gold tastes like.
you arrive unceremoniously. diluc overlooks you at first. you are no knight of favonius, nor are you a heroic outlander. you're simply you, haphazardly introduced to diluc by kaeya and rosaria, both on their quest for their next drink. you look out of your element in diluc's tavern, sitting close to the bar almost nervously, and diluc takes pity on you, striking up small talk with you. it's an exception for the bartender and even he doesn't know what's gotten into himself, but the single conversation turns into two, which turns into four, which turns into eight, and suddenly diluc finds himself intoxicated on a wine he's never even ingested.
when it comes to you, the uncrowned king of mondstadt realizes his true place in the throne room.
"diluc, i have a favor to ask," you breathe softly one day as he walks you home from the tavern. his expression gives nothing away as he looks over you. you, who has him wholly and entirely wrapped around his finger, asking him for something? diluc would go to the ends of teyvat and back for you. should you ask him to jump, diluc would only ask how high.
"how may i be of assistance?" diluc asks coolly. it is a sharp contrast from the rapid beating of his heart as you look at him sheepishly.
"i need to fake date someone and i figured you could benefit from the arrangement as well. it could help quell all those people that bother you at the tavern and such," you begin. diluc feels his heart clench.
he isn't sure what this emotion is. he only knows he dislikes it.
"i know it's a lot to ask, but would you be interested? it'd only be for a few weeks and we don't have to do much," you reassure, but diluc knows his answer already.
"i... suppose i can agree to such terms," he murmurs softly, going breathless at the way your expression lights up with delight at his agreeance.
when diluc feels the weight of your hand in his, diluc wonders what it would be like to be like this forever. you remain blissfully ignorant of the loving stares he gives you, all while your family and friends coo about how in love the two of you look. his heart twists and turns every time, yet even the man so inundated by the harshness of reality can't help but indulge in fantasy from time to time. in this short little time of fake dating, perhaps he can pretend that you are his.
diluc tastes the true meaning of gold on your lips when he kisses you for the first time, on the porch of your friend's house, knowing full and well they'll be peeking out their blinds to spy on you and mondstadt's most sought after bachelor. it's all a part of the game, diluc reassures himself. a single kiss, if only to convince the world that the two of you are in love.
but, with the way you kiss him back so tenderly, melting into his touch, diluc realizes that you have stolen his crown.
in this courtroom of love, diluc is now a jester, forced to dance if only for your amusement.
if i am to be a fool, diluc decides as the moonlight catches your eyes, illuminating your irises with an incandescent glow. then there is nobody else i'd rather perform for.
diluc only hopes that one day, you'll join him on stage to participate in this fool's game with him as well.
no diluc im not gonna join u on a clown shitshow