we have as a soceity stopped talking about the arcana and i feel like the world started going to shit after that so maybe we should bring up the arcana
Summary: Jack tries to figure out if you reciprocate his feelings and what he finds out surprises him more than anything else
Warnings: /
A/N: Here is the second part! Hope you enjoy it :D
MASTERLIST
Part 1
"The Compass s' still pointing north west?" Gibbs asked when Jack walked past him.
He hummed in response even though he knew that it changed because he saw you helping Ragetti and Pintel with their tasks.
That is another thing he admired and liked about you. Even if you were exhausted from your tasks or didnāt have any in the first place, you still helped everyone on the ship that asked. Wether it was because you were too polite to say no or because you genuinely wanted to help them he didnāt know. Either way, and Jack couldnāt quite believe it himself, you were just too..nice for him. It was strange, he wanted you all to himself and desperately wished you would feel the same but at the same time he thought you deserved someone better. Someone like William Turner for example, an honest man. Someone you could trust.
He threw his head back in annoyance and groaned, earning a few irritated d looks from his crewmates which he immediately shooed away with a "what are you looking at?".
And right at that moment something came to mind- he should just give you the compass and see where it points. Jack shook his head at his own stupidity, he even did it already that day so heād just have to be able to get a proper look at it this time.
He called out for you and you hurried over to him with a very tired look in your eyes. Suddenly he felt bad again, but this wouldnāt take long.
"Enlighten me on what it shows you." He said and handed you his compass, already flipped open. You raised an eyebrow at him in confusion but sighed and looked where it pointed this time. Unfortunately you had tilted it so far over that there was not enough room for him to see.
You vaguely gestured into the direction of him. "I dunno, something there." Little did Jack know that you just didnāt want him to know what it was actually pointing at.
"What 'there' ? Cāmon tell me what you think it is!" He said and still tried to get a glance at this compass which resulted in you holding it closer to your chest.
"How am I supposed to know what I want most?" You asked, looking at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"Just let me have a look the-"
"NO!"
You glanced around for a second and saw everyone staring at the two of you.
Clearing your throat you looked back up at Jack. "I mean- Iād rather not." You said and smiled at him awkwardly and then quickly handed him the compass back.
"Oh is it pointing at someone?" Anamaria said with a smirk on her face and subtly wriggling her eyebrows. "What? No." You said and crossed yor arms in defense though that didnāt stop you from furiously blushing. You were more than happy that it was dark already.
"Then why donāt you tell us, you seem to already have a guess at what itās pointing at." Gibbs said while Ragetti and Pintel started giggling while looking at you.
Shrugging you looked away. Can this just not happen please?
"Where are we sailing right now anyways?" You asked and threw the compass back at Jack. "Donāt change the subject, love." Jacks' eyes widened for a second, that nickname wasnāt intentional. He quickly grinned and threw it right back at you.
This is too much
"This is stupid." You muttered and frantically pressed the compass against his chest and walked away after he took it with a surprised expression on his face. Had he gone too far? But why would you insist on not showing him when it wasnāt just some ordinary treausre? All of a sudden he had a realization. What if it truly was pointing at someone but that someone was just simply not him? Maybe you already had someone? But then again, why would he never have heard of that secretive lover? There was a stinging pain in his chest at the thought you with somebody else than him.
No, he had to find out. It wouldnāt make sense to drown in his thoughts now, overthinking wasnāt like him.
He shot a quick smile at his confused crew and quickly walked after you under deck. He would just simply ask you, he thought determined and called out your name.
"What?" You emerged out of a corner with a bottle of water in your hand. "Listen, if you just wanna keep mocking me with that compass then-" but he cut you off with a gesture of his hand.
"I-" he stopped, searching for the right words. "didnāt mean to mock you." It was not more than a quiet mumble. He took a glance at you and unfortunately for him you were staring at him. His heart skipped a beat, why did you always have to look at him like that? "Do you- or rather have you" he sighed. Why was this so hard? He heard Will talk to Elizabeth about their relationship and he never seemed to have much problems.
"Do you have a guy?" You looked at him and turned your head slightly from irritation. "Or a girl, I dunno." "Iām afraid I donāt know what youāre talking about." "Do you have a uhhh, do you have a lover or something?"
You quickly realized that this was probably the worst time to take a sip from the beverage in your hand. You quietly chocked and closed the bottle again. "What? No, why would you think that?"
Jack couldnāt help but grin at that, leaving you more irritated than ever.
"Thatās good because.." he took a few steps towards you while you were still watching him carefully. "That would have been bad for me." He simply said. The Captain now looked down at you with a half smile. What was this all about? You thought, though you could feel your heart beating faster with the hopes of what he was trying to say.
No, he couldnāt say what you wanted him to. That was simply impossible. You knew Jack, he wasnāt a man like that.
Yet your heart didnāt stop beating and you felt like it was going to explode.
"Jack, what do y-"
Suddenly his lips were pressed against yours and he slowly and carefully raised his hand up to lay it on the back of your neck.
You just stood there, not being able to process what was happening. He drew back and looked at you with a worried expression. Had he gone too far? He normally was good at reading people.
"I" you only said while looking down.
Great. He thought. Awkward silence.
Gathering all your courage you looked back up at him. "I wouldnāt mind if you did that again." It was not more than a quiet mumble.
The worried look was long gone on his face and replaced with a smug smirk as he kissed you again.
A/N: It finally is done! God this took me longer than expected. Writersblock, stress, an annoying cold and bad internet..the universe really didnāt want me to finish this lmao. Tbh, Iām not super happy with this second part but I still hope you guys enjoy it :)
Please give me feedback, write what you liked about it and what I could change. Also spelling mistakes and placing commas wrong (which I think I did a lot here) are always welcome to be corrected
So me and my friend were just watching OST and talked about how Jack probably had to braid his hair or make dreadlocks again when it got longer but he probably canāt do it all himself so he has to have someone do it for him. Imagine him being both very prideful and kind of embarrassed to ask the person to do this for him until they mention it to him! Just chatting with Jack while you braid his hair and it actually calms him too!
Jack was picking twigs and other debris from his hair as he sat on the edge of a clear island pool, relaxing in the warmth of the sun. You sat beside him with your feet in the water, mending a tear in your shirt. He scowled and must have made a noise, because the next thing he knew, you'd scooted closer to him, reaching for his hair.
"Here, lemme help."
He dropped the dreadlock that he'd been fiddling with and let you pick deftly at it instead.
"Your hair is a mess," you mumbled.
"My hair is just fine, thank you," he scowled playfully.
You smirked and gave his hair a tug, and he smacked you gently in response.
"Ow!" you laughed.
You freed the stubborn twig and held his dreads aside, looking for more, when you paused.
"What is it? What did you find? Don't tell me there's another dead mouse in my hair."
You snorted and shook your head.
"No, I'm looking at your braid. Your hair has grown so much, only half of your braid is actually braided. Why haven't you fixed it?"
Jack bit his tongue. He didn't love the idea of telling you that he couldn't braid his own hair. He could braid someone else's sure, but there was something about trying to do it blind behind his own head that he just couldn't wrap his brain around.
"Will you let me?" you asked.
He hesitated and shuffled uncomfortably. He couldn't remember the last time anyone had touched his hair. It had taken him years of knowing you to finally get comfortable with you touching him at all. He trusted you, of course, but there was something so intimate about...
The thoughts melted from his mind, along with any apprehension he had, when you carded your fingers through his hair, undoing the old braid and smoothing out the locks. He hummed involuntarily and relaxed his shoulders. He couldn't see you, but he could feel your smile.
You worked gently, but deliberately, picking out debris, running your fingers over his scalp, gently tugging his locks as you began to weave. Jack closed his eyes and leaned back against you, just enough to be comfortable, but not enough to get in your way.
"Have you considered a haircut?" you asked.
"If I cut my hair, then there will be nothing for you to braid," he smiled.
You didn't answer, just kept braiding with strong, confident fingers as you hummed a soft tune. You were finished all too soon, and you gave his hair a fluff and his head a pat as you pulled away. He didn't let you go, however. He spun around on his butt, wrapped his arms around you, and fell forward, landing on top of you with a huff.
"Jack," you chuckled as you rested a hand on his back.
"Hmm?"
You sighed and relaxed.
"You're going to have to move eventually. I can't breathe with you on top of me."
He angled his body so he wasn't lying on you with his full weight, and held you closer to compensate. He nuzzled into the crook of your neck with a content sigh. A shiver went down his spine when your free hand found his head and you gently scratched his scalp. He closed his eyes.
"Alright, pirate," you said quietly. "I suppose you can stay."
Warnings: Crying, Not proofread, Grammatical errors (I wrote this in 15 minutes give me a break pls)
WC: 720 words
A/N: Can we just hold Diluc while he's crying, please?
You hear the doors of Angels share bang open, and turn to see diluc rushing towards you. You open your mouth to ask him what's wrong, but he holds your neck and buries his head in your chest. He starts crying, his heavy breathing and wails echoing through the tavern. You can hear people gasp and whisper at Dilucās sudden outburst of emotions, but neither you nor he pays it any mind.
You immediately put your drink on the table, and look at Kaeya. He understands what you want him to do and leaves the table, giving you a small nod. He whispers to Charles and asks him to close up the tavern for the night, Charles immediately asks the customers to leave. Once everybody took their leave, Charles immediately locked up and left.
You put your hand on DIlucās head and gently remove his hair tie. You run your fingers through his hair as you gently kiss the crown of his head.
His breathing begins to stabilize, his sobs begin to quiet down into a whimper. You gently pull back from the hug and hold his dampened face. You pepper kisses on either side of his cheek, kissing his tears away. He looks into your eyes with sorrow and regret, and yanks you closer, resting his face in the crook of your neck.
You rub circles on his back, and slowly, he begins to tell you.
"I had a rough day. They hurt me. I can't- I can't-"
You hug him tighter and whisper in his ears,
"Diluc, I'm right here, you're okay, you're fine."
You hold his hand, interlacing his fingers with yours as you place a small peck on his swollen lips, and you walk him back to the winery.
You reach the doorstep of the winery, and take out your key and unlock the door. He's still whimpering and shaking, so you remove his jacket and shoes for him. Seeing Adelindes panicked state, you ask her to quickly whip up some hot chocolate.
You lead him to the bedroom and lay him down on the bed. He whimpers at the loss of touch, and it shatters your heart into a million pieces. You convince him you'll be back in a few minutes. You go downstairs to fetch the hot chocolate you had asked for.
"Thank you Adelinde, I know it's late-"
"Miss, it is my duty as the head housemaid of the winery. Moreover, Master Diluc had looked troubled, it was the least I could do."
"Thank you. Could you point me in the direction of marshmallows please?"
Adelinde smiles softly and shows you where they are.
You run back to the bedroom to find him in the same position on the bed. You sigh, setting the cocoa down on the desk. You get to sit up on the bed. You yank at his shirt, and he looks at you with a flustered face.
"Calm down honey, I'm getting you changed into your pajamas."
He nods and complies.
You get him changed into his shorts and hand him the hot cocoa.
"Drink this, you'll feel better."
He hums and takes the cup from your hands. He takes a sip and sighs into the cup, closing his eyes to relish in the warm cup of cocoa.
After he is done with his hot chocolate, you take the cup from his hands and set it down on the table. You help him get into bed and slide into the covers beside him. He snuggles close to you, and you place his head on your chest. He lets out low whimpers and sobs, and you gently soothe his cries by caressing his face and kissing his head. He slowly feels his eyelids get heavy and falls into a deep slumber, while his head is on your chest, legs intertwined.
You kiss his forehead and whisper,
"I love you Diluc. Don't forget that. I'm proud of you for getting through today. Tomorrow will be better, okay? "
You can feel a smile against your chest.
"Maybe we can bully Kaeya tomorrow," he says, looking up at you.
You let out a light chuckle, "Maybe. Go to sleep Diluc."
You're sure he didn't hear you, from the soft snores that escape him.
A/N pt. 2: How do you bleach an eyepatch without taking it out yall
stop hurting diluc he don't deserve it give him love and affection plz n thx <3
Warnings, loneliness, diluc neglecting s/o, lmk if i missed any!
WC: 300 words
A/N: help im trying to write more, i swear im trying, gods.
He isā¦ always out.
Either because of his winery business, the tavern, his darkknight hero duties, he doesnāt spend a lot of time with you.
Youāve come to accept it, in fact itās one of the reasons you love him. Hardworking, you could say.
But that doesnāt mean you donāt get lonely some days.
God, how you wished he would hold you, one night. Just oneā¦ night.
āH- hey would you m- mind leaving your jacket before y- you leave-?ā
āSure, but might I ask why?ā
āN- no reasonā¦ā
āY/N, letās talk about this later, okay?ā
āOkay.ā
Carefully taking the jacket on the counter, you drape it over your shoulders.
The scent of pine and wine.. and wait- is that cinnamon?
Sitting on the mattress and reading your book with his coat, the comforting weight lulls you to sleep, and you cant help but give into the pull on your eyelids.
Diluc walks into the dimly lit bedroom to find you asleep, with your face and body buried in his coat.
Finding you in that state broke his heart into a million pieces, has he really been neglecting you that much?
He came to your side and gently removed the coat from your body, but when he heard your whimpers, he decided to leave it on. He carefully slid into the space beside you and wrapped his arms around your waist, slid his hands up your shirt and gently rubbed circles on your back. When you open your eyes at the new sensation, your gaze sending shivers down his spine, and your eyes begin to water.
"Th- thank you f- for coming to me."
"Ask for me next time. I'm sorry for... neglecti-"
"Shh, you're here now."
"...I'm here now."
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A/N: Look at me i finally wrote something (even though its god awful and even THOUGH i'm guilty for doing my man dirty.)
hey!! i hope youre having a great day/night <3 this is an emergency request, but you can take your time!!
iāve been dealing with my body image for the past 2 years(especially about thick thighs, to be specific), i cant even look at a simple mirror and when i do i usually end up crying or feeling bad. So i had an idea about it, maybe Zhongli, Diluc or Kazuha comforting their s/o, telling them that everything will be fine and theyāre perfect just the way they are? And no matter how they look, theyāll love them no matter what :> theyre my biggest comfort characters so i would really appreciate if you write about this!!
(sorry if i made you uncomfortable by bringing up this topic, feel free to ignore if you felt like that!!)
Hi! Guess who said they wouldn't write till the end of the week-- yes me! Anyway,, I honestly think that thick thighs are actually really pretty?? I really mean it!! I think they look really good with skirts and dresses.. I know there will be always someone to judge, because that's just how this world is.. but please just know that in the end, appearance is not what matters the most.. and people that love you surely do not wish for you to change anything about your beautiful self.
ā¢ Together ā¢
Pairing: Diluc x GN! Reader
Summary: Diluc comforting his s/o about their insecurities.
Warnings: None ā¢
Notes: I hope I made you feel at least a little bit better. ā”
You were sitting on the bed you shared with your lover, looking down at your legs with rather painful expression. Tears formed in your eyes, but just before you could even think about letting them fall, the door opened.
Looking up quickly, with one hand pulling the blanket over your thighs to cover it.
Diluc looked at you, his eyes fixated onto your face as he noticed the tears instantly, right after entering the room. He knew that you're insecure about your body. He knew that for some time now. Even though you always managed to avoid the topic, he noticed.
He sighed quietly and walked up to you, his hand grabbing the blanket and gently pulling it away.
"Ah-- wait..!" Not caring about your protest, he put the cloth out of your reach then cupped your cheeks. His expression rather serious, but his eyes showed nothing but adoration.
"You don't have to do that." He whispered, his thumbs gently wiping the tears off your cheeks that have fallen just few seconds ago. "You're perfect."
"But--"
"No buts." Taking his hands away, he pulled away and started taking off his shirt. - battle scars all over his torso, alongside with the visibly burned arm. "Look.. would you leave me because of them?"
Your lower lip became shaky, as if you tried your best to hold back the sobs. Diluc only sat next to you and pulled you into his embrace, his chin rested on top of your head.
"It's okay to be insecure.. but don't think I'd ever stop loving you because of something like that.. Regardless, you're the most beutiful person I ever met and I mean it, [Y/N]."
His hand caressed your hair ever so gently. By this time, it was hard for you to stop your tears, but this time it wasn't because of the fear of getting judged.
You were relieved.
"I know it will take some time for you feel comfortable, but we can work on it, alright?" Diluc whispered as you pushed your face into the crook of his neck. His arms wrapped around you into tight embrace. "Together."
Why you should never let any of your characters die (also Iām sorry):
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It was cold, bitter cold. The winds of Dragonspine freezing his tears to his cheeks as he trudged through the snow. His fingers began to go numb as the warmth of his cheeks slowly dissipated.
āCome on Rosebud, weāre almost there,ā he whispered as he carried the man in his arms, earning no reply. His vibrant red hair swaying gentle in the wind as snow began to build on his eye lashes. He had refused to stop, he couldnāt stop.
āWeāre almost there...hear that Firefly? Weāre almost there.ā His lips began to turn blue as he approached a glowing figure. A statue. A statue of Lord Barbatos, his hands turned palm up, begging for whatever forgiveness and mercy the mountain had to give. Basking in its warmth, he collapsed, the heavy body in his arms limp as he pulled him closer onto his lap.
āCāmon, hey, Diluc...,ā he cried, trying desperately to warm the cheeks of the lifeless body in his arms, āDiluc, wake up... Hey,ā a broken sob broke past his lips as he held him closer, desperately searching for that warmth he had longed for, desperate in hearing his heart beat once more.
His feather light touches and shy āI love youās. His voice caught in his throat as his tears melted from his cheeks. His arms shook violently as he held onto the other tightly, his blood staining his gloves. He didnāt care what it would take for him to have his Firefly back.
āPlease...please come back to me...ā he cried, pressing gentle kisses to his temple as his fingers trembled, āplease come back to me my love.ā His lips quivered as he brushed the strands of hair out of his face. With a jolt of life his rosy cheeks lit aflame, breathing quickened as he grasped onto anything he could. He was frantic, panicked, his eyes ablaze as he searched around taking everything in...but there was very little. A snowy mountain looming above him and a mound of orange hair.
āD-Diluc?ā It was hopeful, his hand twitching as he held his cheek, āHey, hey itās okay, Iām here, weāll take you back to Adeline and ā,ā
āWhat did you do to me?!ā His eyes seemed to glow violently.
āW-what? I didnāt do anything to yā,ā
āI donāt believe you, how do you know Adeline.ā Hatred had filled his eyes as he glared at him, pushing him away with a quick summon of his claymore. He stared in disbelief as he searched those scarlet eyes he begged to see once more.
āDiluc...Diluc Ragnvindr...Iām your boyfriend. You call me Ajax and I wake up beside you every morning,ā he wanted to scream but he had to keep his composure, āYou had your first kiss with me...you had your first time with me. Your hands get nervous when you ask to hold my hands...you are the only person thatās ever been so gentle with me,ā he could feel the tears streaming down his face as the statue did its best to protect him from that cold stare he was getting from him; far colder than Snezhnaya or Dragonspine.
āYouāre lying.ā
āThen look on your left hand...ā his throat was hoarse as he watched the other hesitantly look at his hand, āThatās the promise ring I gave you on our anniversary...ā a soft cry broke from his throat as he showed him the matching ring on his left hand, red gemstones embroidered in the silver.
āIf you donāt believe me, let me take you back to the winery, please. Adeline can help, and so can the others ā,ā
āWhat makes you think Iād believe you. Youāre Fatui, how do I know you arenāt lying to me?ā Fatui. Had his memory seriously left him? How long would this last? Was it permanent? His mind raced, unsure of what to do.
āYour neck is ticklish. I found that out one day when I was kissing your neck. You also have an entire compartment filled with grape juice.ā He laughed softly.
āHow do you...ā
āHow do I know that? I know you wont trust me...the only way I could get you to listen was if I told you something only you would know.ā He sighed, looking, hoping he would remember. He could hear distant shouts of their names being called. Traveller and Albedo.
āWeāre up here,ā he called as he slowly stood up. Whips of blonde hair could be seen as they froze in place, worried at the sight before them, Diluc holding his claymore, ready to fight Childe.
āMake sure he gets home safely, will you?ā He pleaded, about to disappear from the mountain.
āWhat happened?ā Albedo called, worried for various reasons.
āHe canāt remember me...Iām worried heāll hate me more if I stay any longer, so please, make sure he gets home safe.ā With a brief turn of his back, he leapt off, the wind glider spreading across the winds, letting them carry him through the blizzard.
āDiluc...what happened?ā The traveller spoke softly, holding his arm as burning red eyes flashed down to them.
āItās amnesia, itāll last for a few days after revival.ā
āW-who was he. How does he know so much about me?ā His voice shook with anxiety.
āDiluc...that was your boyfriend. Youāve been together for a year.ā The travellerās voice was gentle, easing him into the fact that yes, the Harbinger had told him the truth. With a quick glance, he stared at the silver ring, specks of blue glowing softly as his breathing slowed.
He had told the truth...and now he was gone. He wasnāt sure why, but the pang in his chest hurt far worse than the injuries that littered his body. He had told the truth.
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