Creative Frequency

Baldur’s Gate 3

Astarion x Reader: Contradictions and Other Counter-Measures (Multi-chapter / Work in progress) Astarion x Reader: “Everyone wanted to give up on me, except you.”

Gale x Reader: Neck Scratches

Raphael x GN!Reader: Damned Fools Raphael & GN!Reader: Paid the Price Raphael x GN!Reader: Put on Some Clothes Raphael x GN!Reader: Seal the Deal with a Kiss Raphael x GN!Reader: Oranges

SERIES: Raphael x Fem! Reader: The Devil Wears House Slippers

Act I: The Bargain Act I: The Ring Act I: The Words Act II: The Dinner Part One | Part Two

Destiny

Cayde-6 x Reader: The Trigger (Multi-chapter / Work in progress) Cayde-6 x Reader: Destcember 2018 Day 2 Cayde-6 x Reader: Destcember 2018 Day 3 Cayde-6 x Reader: Destcember 2018 Day 4 Cayde-6 x Reader: Destcember 2018 Day 16

Shaxx x OC, Cayde-6 x Reader: Her Crimson Bond

Guardian!Uldren Sov: Destcember 2019 - A Long Shadow

Uldren Sov x Reader: “Just stay away from me, okay?”

Detroit: Become Human

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Dragon Age: Inquisition

Just a Dream (Abandoned)

Dragon Age: The Veilguard

Lucanis Dellamorte x Reader: Late Nights & Delayed Confessions (Multi-chapter)

Tag: Rook’s Wyvern

SERIES: Lucanis Dellamorte x Rook: The Spellblade of House de Riva

Midnight Song and Dance Part 1 | Part 2 Two Crows in the Pantry Coffee and Compartmentalising

Final Fantasy XV

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Genshin Impact

Alhaitham x Reader: “You know I love you, right?”

Ayato Kamisato x Reader: “Stop hogging the blankets!” Ayato Kamisato  x Reader: “Are you seriously still angry at me?”

Diluc x Reader: “You shouldn’t have done that.” Diluc x Fem!Reader: Wine, Grapes and Fire (Multi-chapter / Work in progress)

Kaveh x Reader: “Come to bed.”

Neuvillette x Reader: “If I could go back in time, I would still choose you.”

Tartaglia | Childe x Reader: “No one can know about this.” Tartaglia | Childe x Reader: “I know it’s the middle of the night, but can you come over, please?”

Zhongli x Reader: “You’re going to get yourself killed.” Zhongli x Reader: “Give ‘em hell.”

Love and Deepspace

Headcanons: Bothering Them at Work Headcanons: Furniture Shopping with Them

Caleb x Reader: Camping

Rafayel x Reader: Fierce kiss in Verona Rafayel x Reader: Starfish

Sylus x Reader: Artificial Height Equality

Xavier x Reader: Scoop of Vanilla Ice Cream

Zayne x Reader: Morning Kisses Zayne x Reader: An Unexpected Kiss

SERIES: Caleb x Reader: Wonderful Nothing

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Marvel

Peter Parker x Reader: Spider Spotting (Multi-chapter / Work in progress)

Star Wars

Cal Kestis x Reader: DEAR STAR SYSTEM (Multi-chapter / Work in progress)

Cal Kestis x Reader: Leaving Bogano Cal Kestis x Reader: “I’m trying to sleep.” Cal Kestis x Reader: “You’re going out dressed like that?” Cal Kestis x Reader: “It’s okay to cry.” Cal Kestis x Reader: “If I die, I’m going haunt your ass.” Cal Kestis x Reader: “Come over here and make me.” Cal Kestis x Reader: “Can I do your hair?” Cal Kestis x Reader: “How long have you been standing there?” Cal Kestis x Reader: “I think I’ve always loved you.” Cal Kestis x Reader: Ranunculus Cal Kestis x Reader: Indecisive Cal Kestis x Reader: “You’re cute when you’re all worried.” Cal Kestis x Reader: Arms Tonite Cal Kestis x Reader: “I could think of worse ways to die.”

Cal Kestis x Former Jedi!Reader: More Than Rumors in Cantinas

Cal Kestis x Inquisitor!Reader: Rescue

Inquisitor!Cal Kestis x Reader: “Oh no, you’re not dragging me into this.”

SERIES: The Technician & The Inquisitor

Inquisitor!Cal Kestis x Reader: Free Time Inquisitor!Cal Kestis x Reader: Overtime Inquisitor!Cal Kestis x Reader: Bright Time Inquisitor!Cal Kestis x Reader: Party Time Part 1 | Part 2

Prompt Lists

Diluc grinds his teeth in determination and gets up from the bed. Though the sun has just risen, by the time he arrives in Mondstadt, the smithy is working at full steam.

“You know the girl who works at Angel’s Share?” Diluc asks, “She had a sword that needed mending?”

The Blacksmith Wagner wipes the sweat on his forehead and takes measure of the Ragnvindr heir’s impatient pose and tone.

“Oh, yeah. Was blown to bits, that one. What about her?”

“I’ll pay for the repairs.”

“Will you now?” Wagner scratches his chin. “Well, that’s fine by me. But it won’t be ready until next week. I’m still waiting for an ore shipment, you see. There’s been some delays.”

Diluc groans. “Of course.”

“Someone’s been attacking the caravans. The Favonian Captain that came by said something about an Abyss Mage, but I’m not sure why they would be interested in ore shipments,” the Blacksmith ponders, scratching his chin again.

“A good question indeed. I’ll get back to you later then, when you have the ores,” Diluc ends the conversation rather curtly.

He should’ve guessed that A) The Abyss Order would be behind attacking trade caravans and B) The Knights of Favonius are useless as always in resolving such a simple matter.

Diluc’s day was already ruined by the bruises on his back and the aching of his limbs. He was lucky to have escaped with his life from the previous encounter, but who knows how long his good fortune will last.

At least the bandaging you made held steady through the night of tossing and turning. Diluc finds himself actually impressed at your prowess. Still, you have defied his direct wish and misused his hospitality by staying in the attic room without permission. Under normal circumstances he really wouldn’t care as long as you did your job, but the noose around the situation with the Abyss Order is tightening and he can’t suffer any extra distractions. This mess would never have happened if you had done as you were told.

But alas. The issue of you knowing his secret identity is burning anxiously in the back of Diluc’s mind. What are the chances for such timing? And any sensible adventurer would have another weapon with them, just in case this exact scenario occurs – right? The timing definitely is curious.

A timeline forms in Diluc’s mind, from your supposedly accidentally broken blade, to the delayed ore shipments, to Charles’ aunt breaking her leg, and to the need for someone to fill in to tend the tavern… to you learning Diluc’s secret identity essentially by lying to him.

It’s too much to be a complete coincidence.

But, whatever it is, it’s going to have to wait until the Angel’s Share is closed for the night. Diluc curses under his breath as he leaves the smithy.

—

“I trust you found a place to stay for tonight?” Diluc asks right after stepping behind the bar counter to join you.

“Yes, I have options,” you lie through a wide smile. Pure, organic bullshit.

As if you have even tried to look for another place since he didn’t outright tell you to get out. He promised you a discussion, which that question isn’t.

Diluc’s stare lingers on you uncomfortably long, but the toothy smile holds. It has held through worse.

—

“I know you’re there so open up.”

Shit.

You climb out of the bed and mentally rebel against each step towards the door. Diluc must be angry with you. But you never had that discussion about using the room and he never explicitly told you to vacate it – so maybe he is in the wrong for assuming you would take the hint and find lodgings elsewhere? You’re too broke to heed that kind of a hint nor do you possess the goodwill and courtesy to make yourself less of an inconvenience. Especially for someone as filthy rich as the proud and driven knight of noble birth from the Ragnvindr clan.

You open the door, and there the uncrowned king of Mondstadt stands, looking like he just was seconds away from blasting the door down with a pyro inferno.

“Listen, I know you must be mad but—” you start, forcing your voice to remain calm despite your anxious pulse.

Diluc grabs the collar of your night shirt and violently slams you against the wall. Your head hits the hard surface and you yelp in pain and surprise.

“What—!”

“Who are you?” Diluc growls. His irises are filled with red fire, searing right through your skull in search for the answer.

Literal stars spin around your dazed head as you blink the stupor away and struggle to keep up with the ongoing situation.

His grip on your shirt is tight, but he is not hurting you; just keeping you still, pressed against the wall while his face is inches from yours.

“Who. Are. You?” he asks again in an even more menacing tone.

“I’m no one!” you yelp, trying to push him off you in panic, “Let go of me!”

Diluc doesn’t budge.

“Are you a spy of the Abyss Order?” His tone is calmer but definitely accusing. 

“That’s ridiculous! I have no idea what an Amiss Border is,” you try to convince him in a shaky voice. His grip and the pressure against your shoulder loosens a bit so you spur on: “I’m just an ordinary adventurer. I don’t know how to prove it to you, but I swear!”

“The Abyss Order is a legion of monsters who attack humanity,” Diluc says slowly and pulls back. He lets go of your shirt but his flaming red eyes are still fixed into yours.

“I have nothing to do with any of that, I swear,” you repeat frantically and try to catch your breath.

“What do you know about the ore shipments?” Diluc asks.

You blink in confusion.

“What? What shipments? Look– I-I’m just trying to earn enough Mora to get my sword fixed. Then I’ll be out of your hair, okay?” you explain, a tad exasperated.

Diluc inspects your face with an unreadable expression, until he finally nods, steps back and solemnly says: “I believe you.”

You heave a sigh and let yourself slump. “Thank you… Can I go back to sleep now?”

“...Yes.”

You stare at each other in a silence that is quickly going from oppressive to awkward. You have to bite your tongue to stop yourself from commenting on Diluc’s nightly habits of barging into your room when you’re in your jammies. This time he even got handsy, though not in the way you would have preferred. There is definitely something inexplicably hot when he gets mad and worked up like that.

Sometimes you just wish you could turn your overly active brain off.

“I’ll go now. Goodnight,” Diluc says in a weirdly stoic tone and without waiting for another word from you, he steps out of the door and it softly clicks shut.

No apology. No further explanations. Gone into the darkness like the proper nightly hero he is. The back of your head pulses softly with pain from the impact. Some hero he is. He could’ve at least asked were you alright. 

After the incident you don’t see Diluc for a few days. He doesn’t even come to check up on you on the following day like he usually does. You’re not sure how to feel about it, but continue borrowing the room anyway.

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→ Vol. 5 The Weekend Menu - Coming soon!

After checking that no one is around, you once again slip up the stairs to the second floor. The day has been long, though the slow stream of customers barely kept you busy.

Maybe if you have an honest conversation with Diluc, he might let you use the room for the remaining time of your stay in Mondstadt. Or he might not. Then you would have to figure out another solution, likely one that costs Mora. Roiling these thoughts around in your head, you fall fast asleep.

In the small hours of the night, light steps coming from outside seep into your sleep. You have barely registered being awake, when a key enters the lock of the balcony door and turns. The door opens silently and you jump up, fumbling to reach the kitchen knife you took from downstairs for self-defence.

You watch in horror as a tall man fumbles into the dark room, slightly unsteady on his feet. He didn’t break in. How is it possible he has a key? Is this why Diluc said you could only use the room for one night? Had he rented it to someone and didn’t think to tell you because you’re not supposed to be in there?

“W-who are you? What are you doing here?” your voice rings clear in the darkness. 

The man stops instantly and his shape goes rigid. The heavy door closes on its own and the lock clicks shut. The only source of light is the small oil lamp on the bedside table.

“Why are you here?! I-I have a weapon, so don’t come closer!” You try to watch the stranger, hold the knife steady, pointing at him, and turn the oil lamp’s flame larger with your free hand.

The man is wearing a dark mask in the shape of a bird’s beaked head. It looks like a masquerade ball mask that only covers the upper half of his face.

You stand still for a second that feels like hours, staring at each other. Then the mystery man finally grunts in a voice you instantly recognize:

“I’m the person who pays your salary and I’d like to know what the hell are you doing here?”

It takes a moment for your sleepy brain to interpret the meaning of his – Diluc’s – words.

“Wait, what?”

He takes the mask off, knowing the jig is up now. The next step is damage control.

In that moment, you realise Diluc is Mondstadt’s self-appointed protector, the vigilante Darknight Hero. You slap a hand to cover your mouth in shock.

“I’m firing you,” Diluc says, slightly unstable on his feet. For a pyro Vision holder, his tone is pure ice.

You start to laugh hysterically in panic. Keeping this job is vital for your future – a matter of life and death, quite literally. He can’t just fire you.

“No, you’re not, sir Darknight Hero,” you retort back, fully expecting to be combusted into a pile of ash. The cat’s out of the bag now so you might as well fully commit into making yourself an idiot: “Also congrats on the successful pun.”

In that moment, Diluc Ragnvindr also realises you know of his secret identity and curses under his breath. Very ungentleman-like of him.

You place the knife on the nightstand and clear your throat. Diluc folds his arms over his broad chest. He scans over your body and the corners of his eyes tighten. The staring competition goes on until you realise something is dripping to the floor next to him.

“Uh, tabling the firing conversation for a bit, but, um, and I know it’s none of my business—” you start and pause to swallow as Diluc’s glare intensifies, “But I think you’re bleeding.”

A lazy stream of blood drops has followed him like breadcrumbs on the floor. It’s too dark to see where exactly he is bleeding.

“I know.” His tone is sharp as ice again.

Diluc closes his eyes and draws in a deep breath. His body tenses as if in pain.

“Do you need to, um…” You motion towards the bed since there is nowhere else to sit. And try to shoo away the indecent thoughts that combine a bed and Diluc.

Diluc takes a step and makes a sound somewhere between a growl and a grunt. “Since you’re here, mind helping me out?”

Your brows raise in confusion.

“Grab that box. It’s, urgh, a first aid kit.” He grunts and hisses through his teeth as he sits on the bed. Your bed – or technically Diluc owns the bed, but it’s the bed you have laid claim to. You rebuff the indecent, invading thoughts again.

You bring the white box to him. “Who beat you up?”

Diluc glances at you, as if deciding can he trust you with such information. The jury turns slightly into your favour. “I was tailing someone to find their hiding place.”

Diluc sheds his black coat, revealing a short-sleeved white shirt and very fine arms with very finely toned muscles. You shake your head to focus.

“Right. Let me, I’ve got a lot of experience with first aid.” You can’t help the short, condescending laugh breaking free. If only Diluc knew how many times you’ve had to patch yourself up because of a scuffle with a hilicurl or something.

Diluc inspects the look on your face and nods slowly.

For a long moment, neither of you speaks and you focus on treating the deep gashes on his arm. The whole situation is so absurd and numbing that you don’t even know where to start – or know should you start asking for more details. Diluc doesn’t seem inclined to share.

“So your job is at the winery and this… cosplay is a hobby?”

Only Archons know why that is the first question you decide to voice.

Diluc shoots a murderous glare at you.

“Something like that.”

Still not inclined to share. Got it. Maybe a little openness from your end will loosen his lips. And those are some really nice lips. You shift to get a better view before catching yourself. The warm light of the oil lamp really draws out a nice figure of him.

Refusing to think any more about Diluc’s lips, you ask:

“I never told you why I needed this job.”

Diluc raises his brows. You reach for the bandages in the first aid kit.

“Besides that I’m generally too broke to even pay for a room and two meals a day, I need a lot of Mora for my sword repairs,” you explain and let the silence sit for a while as you carefully make a neat bandaging around Diluc’s arm. “I can’t leave Mondstadt without it. It’s… It was a gift from someone important.”

He is quiet for a while, contemplating.

“I see.”

You’re just about done patching Diluc up, so you need to clear out the air before he can leave.

“Sooo… now that we both know each other’s secrets, do you mind me staying here?” you ask nervously.

Diluc sighs, annoyed, but his tone is far from the earlier pure ice. “We will talk about it tomorrow.”

At least it’s not a no.

He glances at the bandages, a surprised expression flashing through his features but reverting to a blank one in a blink.

“Thank you. You’re… proficient,” he says.

You smile a little. “You have no idea.”

You can tell he is about to ask what you mean, but quickly decides against it. You realise you may have sounded a little too suggestive and cringe with that comeback.

“See you tomorrow then. Goodnight.” He gathers his bloody coat and gets up to leave.

“Alright. Uh, goodnight, sir!”

In a few long strides, Diluc is out of the door into the night and you’re left sitting alone on the bed in your pyjamas. Which, you just realise, are buttoned up to a barely decent level, and your pants are backwards.

Great.

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