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
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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
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What I want most - Pt. 2 (Final)
Pairing: Captain Jack Sparrow x Reader
Prompts: /
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.
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."
How they like to be called - Character x gn! Reader
Characters: Diluc, Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli
Genre: Fluff, Humor
Warnings: Nicknames, terms of endearment(?)
Part two with Xiao, Kazuha, Albedo
Comforted nights - Diluc x gn!reader
Genre: Hurt/comfort, fluff
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?
Wearing Diluc's Jacket - Diluc x gn!reader
Genre: Hurt/comfort, fluff
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.
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.
⢠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."
Truth be Told
Chiluc Angst
Tw: Character Death + Revival, Amnesia
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.
just another day for diluc
ādealing with you will be the easy part.ā āhey girlie, hold still!ā
the harbinger & theĀ āpersona non grataā.
happy chiluc thursday š„š§
based on a post by @farewellofshezhnaya thatās been living in my head rent free for the past week
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vent art but make it applicable to chiluc thursday
text from the poem āleast of allā by natalie wee
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bonus: he knows too much
hi guys welcome back to my chiluc chu chu shenanigans
hello chiluc nation *slides this across the table*
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Childe realizing just how strong his bf is