#master diluc

Kaeya chuckled, “A noble daughter abandoning her aristocratic life to roam the countryside and more so with a skilled swordsmanship. Quite impressive, really. And from what I've heard from a few people, she even fled from her own engagement.”

Diluc raised a brow, though his expression remained unmoved, “Nobles running away from their responsibilities to Mondstadt is not uncommon.”

He resumed polishing another glass. Kaeya chuckled softly.

“You're terribly cynical, Diluc.” he said as he gulped down the last drop of his drink, “Still, I have a feeling you'll meet her eventually. And if you happen to cross paths with this mysterious runaway during one of your nightly… excursions, do try to be polite. She is still a lady after all.”

And as if Kaeya had a hand in it, their paths crossed as if fate was helping him to make his predictions come true. Diluc moved swiftly through the darkness doing his Darknight hero duties as per usual. But when the sound of steel clashing against something burst across the alley, he was surprised to see someone already fighting. And that someone had ended the fight as he got to the scene.

“You know,” you looked to the place he's been ‘hiding’, “It's rather rude to watch from the shadows.”

He stepped forward to reveal himself under the moonlight.

“You’re late to the party.” you said.

“I was simply observing.” he replied, his tone indifferent.

“That sounds suspiciously like an excuse,” you hummed, “Since the situation is already handled, I suppose there’s no need for you to continue watching.”

Diluc frowned slightly. You've already turned your back at him.

“... You're leaving?”

“Did you want me to stay?” You looked over your shoulder, a quick step onto the nearest crate then another, you jumped upward and suddenly you were already halfway up from Diluc. Your cloak fell down your head, revealing your face under the moonlight.

Diluc has only briefly heard about the descriptions of your physical appearance mostly from the adventurers and merchants that stopped by his tavern occasionally. But the moment he saw you, he knew you were the topic of the recent rumors about a runaway noble lady fleeing her engagement from Fontaine and coming all the way to Mondstadt.

Miss Y/N L/N.

Your eyes gleamed with amusement as you glanced back down at him, “If you feel left out, do try to arrive earlier next time.”

And before Diluc could respond, you had vanished over the top balcony. He shifted his gaze toward the scattered remains of the Abyss creatures. So the rumors were true after all, the runaway noblewoman was a skilled fighter. And if tonight’s encounter was any indication, she was going to be far more troublesome than what the rumors suggested.

It became a routine at some point. You always seemed to arrive and solve the problem before he even got there. He occasionally caught glimpses of your glowing [your vision name] Vision leaving from the corner of his eyes after he arrived at the crime scene. Sometimes, he arrived just as the fight was ending like the first time he encountered you.

For someone who held no official duty to protect Mondstadt, you certainly do like to intervene. You have a habit of appearing exactly where you shouldn’t, stepping into matters he’s already handling as if you have every right to be there. He doesn’t ask for help, doesn’t want it, and most certainly doesn’t need yours. At least, that’s what he tells himself. You move too fast, speak too freely, and refuse to back down even when he tells you to leave. And at some point it became a competition neither of you agreed to, yet refused to let the other win.

Who gets there first, who finishes it cleaner, and who proves the other wrong.

Until one day you just didn't show up. Not the next. And not even the day after that.

At first he assumes you've finally learned your place. It should be a relief after all your constant meddling, now that you’ve chosen to stay out of it for once. It should make things a lot easier. It does, technically. But yet somehow, Diluc found himself expecting to see you there whenever he patrols. Enough that he started to look around just to catch a glimpse of you, eventually. Not because he is concerned, no, he would never. He would never admit that he is, because unfinished matters have a way to become a problem one day. At least that's what he told himself for these last few days.

When he saw you again, it wasn't how he had expected it to be. He had expected you to be there before him like usual, always waiting and ready to tease him for being late once more. Not the sight of you lying barely conscious, blood pooling under your body while you remained unmoving. He could feel his blood run cold as he approached you. For a moment it doesn't make any sense. You were supposed to be someone that was difficult to keep up with and even harder to pin down. How did you end up like that? Why? And who or what did this to you?

The moment you regained your consciousness, the ceiling above you was unfamiliar. Your side ached faintly, though the sharp pain is more manageable now. You can feel the bandages that wrap around your body as you try to move. The scent of grapes drifted through the room.

Diluc had brought you to Dawn Winery to get your wounds treated. The staff told you it was “Master Diluc” who took care of you when you've been unconscious for days and have a high fever. Yet when you're well enough to walk around, you couldn’t find a single trace of him. It was like he purposely left you there, without so much as a single inquiry after your condition.

Diluc had spent days trying to make it make sense. It might have been easier to believe that he simply did not care. Was it the sight of your almost lifeless body that terrified him? Or was it because he's not oblivious to how naturally he had come to expect you whenever he's out on patrol? Or perhaps it was something far less reasonable that he refused to name yet?

Because whatever the reason, it was clear that he chose to keep his distance. Not because you were his rival but because he understood all too well what it would mean if he had stayed by your side to witness your recovery.

Still, he has his staff to report your conditions back to him while he keeps his distance. How your wounds have been healing, how you've been eating and sleeping, how your complexion seems better as day went by, and how you're insisting in helping the maids out to cure your boredom even though they have tried to warn you not to do anything, lest your injuries worsen.

But there were moments where he considered breaking that distance just to check on you with his own eyes. There was a particular kind of frustration in knowing that you were just behind a door down the corridor, a turn that he refused to take. Because he understands, perhaps better than most, how easily attachment could become a weakness. His weakness. Because once he crossed that door to see you and allow himself even a single moment of honesty, he knew there's no way he could pretend that this was nothing.

“You know, you're not very good at staying out of sight.”

The sharp sound of glass shattering cut through the tavern, drawing a few glances but he paid them no mind. You have decided to pay him a surprise visit one day when you're well enough to come to Mondstadt on your own. He had not expected you to come to Angel’s tavern yourself.

“You shouldn't be out yet.” Diluc said as he cleaned the pieces of broken glasses after it slipped out of his hand.

“Is that concern I hear?” you chuckled a bit, teasing him has always been a routine of yours whenever you see him out on patrol.

“The doctor said your ribs aren't fully healed yet. Try breathing without pain if you decided you're recovered.” he grunted, looking at your side.

“...” In turn you only stared at him and blinked. His facial expression shifted to a confused one, trying to guess what you were thinking.

“You seem pretty well-informed for someone who couldn't be bothered to visit.”

“I was informed.” His gaze sharpened.

“Ah,” you hummed, “So you were concerned.”

“... Don't misunderstand.” he sighed.

“I think Kaeya’s right. You're not really the honest type when it comes to feelings.” you tried to suppress a chuckle, “Besides, I couldn't leave without thanking you for saving my life.”

He knew you were now well enough to leave Dawn Winery. He needed to face you, confirm himself there was nothing and be done with it. Because that was what this was, wasn't it? The ending of your encounter, neatly wrapped in gratitude. You were staying in Mondstadt for a while, doesn't mean you're staying here forever.

So why then he had hoped that you were going to stay a little longer?

You were simply… A traveler. A runaway noblewoman was never meant to remain anywhere for long, she still has a whole world lay wide before her, waiting to be explored. You were not made to stay. To ask otherwise would be… Foolish. And he was not a man given to foolishness.

So he let your gratitude stand as it was. Even if for the briefest moment he found himself wondering what it might have been like had you have chosen to stay. After all, the world was wide enough that your paths might never cross again. But yet, not so wide to dismiss the possibility entirely.

“You may leave as you wish.” he said quietly, “But should you ever feel like returning… there will always be a place here that welcomes you.”

Bonus story:

"Oh but I'll still be staying in Mondstadt." you smiled cheekily, "I meant leaving your Dawn Winery. I don’t want to start a rumor that Master Diluc, Mondstadt's most sought after bachelor secretly shelters a mysterious woman. Rumors travel more quickly here in Mondstadt, don't you agree?"

you kept going back to the memories that used to keep you warm. when laughter filled every room you entered. when he touched you like he was afraid you’d disappear. when mondstadt was your shared world, not the city he protected while forgetting the person he promised to come home to. you missed it so dearly; the puppy love you believed would last until wrinkles hugged your face.

ironic, isn’t it? to grieve a relationship that’s still technically alive. for what’s grief, if not loving something that no longer loves you back in the same way? if not waking up beside absence and learning how to carry silence like a second skin?

grief consumed you. constantly mourning something that no one, not even you, had the courage to bury.

later in the day, as the sky faded into a bruised indigo and as windows started to glow with faint light, you hear the front door unlock. not a knock, but rather the clicking of the knob mechanisms as it opened to allow him in. and there he was. you watched him as he stepped inside quietly, shoulders heavy with the day. he shrugged off his coat with practiced ease, hanging it on the rack without a glance. his fingers moved to loosen his gloves, then to unlace his boots. His movements were so routine. so mechanical.

“diluc.. you’re home early….” you mutter under your breath, yet despite the softness of your voice he still heard your pleas and efforts to converse.

“yeah, i finished my tasks pretty early…” he says nonchalantly, barely even sparing you a glance while he continued to unwind and undress himself

“do you still want this?”

you say abruptly. noticeably louder than the previous comment you made. a glimmer of hope. of change. tore itself into your heart. this was it; you finally had diluc to yourself. it was your time to unravel all the pent up emotions and the words you’ve choked down all these months in hopes of keeping the peace in the relationship. now, after waiting, you finally have the opportunity to let your hurt be recognized.

“want what?” he asked, not understanding the weight of the conversation you’re about to have. a snap to reality. that’s what it was.

“to keep being with me?”

“yeah. I’m just tired,” he stated. it felt so insincere, like it was something he said hundreds of times before. like his relationship wasn’t on the line. a mixture of emotions formed itself within you: anger, sadness, hopelessness, and that same lingering feeling of grief. yet in that moment, anger consumed you. his words differed from his actions; did he really want this or was he just saying that? if he did, why isn’t he worrying? why isn’t he scared? why has the fear of losing you escaped him? or has it left him long ago?

you could feel your chest tightening. yet your voice maintained it’s sternness. “you’re not even going to ask me why? do i just not matter as much to you now? does this relationship not matter as much? here we are, finally talking together yet you give me the whole 'oh i’m the savior of mondstadt, look at me i’m so stiff and strong act'?" you ask him, letting the anger get the best of you.

“i already told you [name], i’m tired. just as you said we’re finally together, so can you stop fucking making up problems for us?” he snapped back quickly, almost too quickly. his voice grew louder with every word.

“making up problems? that’s what this is to you? i’m asking you if you want to continue what we have and you’re giving me the most half-assed answers ever…” you pause. you just looked at him. is this truly the man whom i chose? the same man that promised to love me ‘til death do us part? you felt your eyes start to water as your stare at his dull and muted eyes. they were lifeless. loveless.

they lost their spark.

that realization cut deep. the realization that to him, this wasn’t worth fighting for. the love you shared, the whispered promises, the fevered kisses, the sacred way your souls once intertwined, they all still proved less worthy than mondstadt. than his duties. than the weight he chose to carry instead of you.

“i miss when one small doubt was enough for you to drop everything and remind me how much i meant to you, diluc. now i can barely get a full sentence out of you.” you hesitated. your voice cracking, yet the weight of your words still stood. you were simply begging to be seen, to be recognized. to be loved.

“and that was your reassurance. i’m tired, thats it! me having an 'attitude' doesn’t mean anything [name]. i’m exhausted from work, i don’t need you bitching about every little thing that i do now that i’m finally home.” he snaps back once again. his tone grows louder, angrier, and strained.

“It’s not what you do diluc, it’s what you don’t.” you raise your voice, hoping it’ll let you be heard.

“okay fine, what don’t i do then, [name]? i protect mondstadt, the people, and most importantly you. i help the favonius knights and manage a wine empire for fuck’s sake!” diluc inches closer to you, closing the gap between you and the man you once called your home. his words were sharp.

“stop pretending this is noble. you’re not protecting me. you’re just pushing me away so you don’t have to feel guilty. stop acting like you’re keeping me safe by disappearing and avoiding me.” your cheeks dampen by the few teardrops that slowly drip down your face. sniffling, you continue “why? why are you acting like we don’t matter? why are you acting like im not someone whos been with you through it all?”

diluc stiffens. the words land. deeper than he’ll ever admit.

his mouth opens then closes. his eyes flicker toward you, but he doesn’t meet your gaze. was he ashamed? a part of you wished he was. maybe that’d mean he cared – that he still felt remorse for the hurt he’s caused you. it’d mean that while it doesn’t feel like it, a part of diluc is still in the relationship. a part of him was still attached. a part of him still loved you. you wondered as you continued to look at him through the blur of your teary eyes.

"i’m doing this for mondstadt,” he says. it’s quiet, rehearsed. like he’s said it a hundred times before, but never once to you.

you scoff. “and where does that leave me?” you ask, stepping forward. “buried beneath your justice? beneath your duty? because that’s what it feels like. like i’m something you tend to after everything else. after the city, the winery.”

diluc stays silent, allowing your words to seep through every crack in his carefully built armor.

his gaze falters. not brave enough to meet yours, not steady enough to hold the weight of your hurt. he doesn’t look at you. not really. and maybe that’s what breaks you most of all: the man who once traced the outline of your soul with his eyes can’t even look you in the face now.

“loving you is killing me, diluc,” you say softly. almost like a whisper. your words trembling on your tongue like confession.

“i don’t recognize myself anymore. i’ve shrunk so small just trying to keep you. and you don’t even see it. do you? you don’t see how i’ve been fading. how i’ve whittled myself down to fragments – smaller and smaller – just to fit into the shrinking space you’ve left for me”

he looks like you slapped him. but still, he says nothing. just turns away. cowardice in the shape of silence.

your voice trembles, barely holding itself together. “say something. beg me to stay. lie to me if you have to.”

he hesitates, then whispers, more to the floor than to you, “i can’t ask you to stay in this.”

you nod once. slowly. and in your head, something closes for good. you asked for reassurance, and in a way, you got it. you wipe your face quietly.

“then don’t be surprised when you wake up and i’m not here.”

he swallows hard. jaw clenched, voice barely audible. “maybe i deserve that.”

your breath hitches. tears slipping down faster than you can wipe them away. but still, you try to breathe steady. to speak clearly. to hold onto whatever dignity you have left through the shattering. you wished you weren’t crying. you wished you were more stern. more angry. you wished you didn’t show him how vulnerable he makes you feel. how weak his distance makes you.

“you don’t get to make yourself the victim,” you say. “not when you’re the one who kept leaving.”

then you walk.

you left behind the wine-stained walls, the cold bed, the quiet that never comforted you. and behind you, he doesn’t chase. you left him behind. you left all the half-finished mugs of tea he never drank, the quiet laughs shared under flickering lantern light, and the way his hand used to find yours beneath the table without thinking. but more than anything, you left behind the version of yourself that kept begging to be chosen.

he stands there for a moment before sinking to the floor, head in his hands. the silence around him roars louder than your footsteps ever did.

and all the things he could have said. no, should have said. echo back at him.

auth’s note: aaa first fic!! i had so much fun writing this hehehe,, kinda based on a true story w/ an ex i had that gave me silent treatment when i was talking to him about stuff that bothered me & my insecurities ToT thankies for reading

He opened his eyes, staring at you.

«Oh, there you are.» perking up at the sight of you, he kept staring. «Is.. everything alright?» he then continued, concern finding its way on his features.

You looked away, ashamed.

He gently grabbed your chin, redirecting your gaze towards him. «Hey. Talk to me. What happened?» he continued, even more concerned.

You sighed, not able to bear his concerned face. «I..was just hot, Nari. Your tail is very warm, and it's lovely in winter, but in this season..it's rather uncomfortable. I'm sorry.»

He sighed. «You could've just told me, you know.» and moved his tail out of the way, putting it behind his back. The bed now felt much cooler, and you felt like you could breathe again.

He then looked at you, dead serious.

«What is it now???» you were on the defensive.

«You're obligated to cuddle now.» he said with the best poker face you had ever seen.

You gasped at how he could look so serious while saying the silliest stuff, and got closer to him.

His arms sneaked their way back to your waist, and you rested your head on his chest, inhaling his scent, that was so familiar to you by now, yet so foreign at the same time.

«Goodnight sleepyhead.» he kissed your hair.

«Goodnight, Nari.»

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Diluc

Despite Mondstadt being the city of the wind, it seemed like Lord Barbatos hadn't been very benevolent on his citizens as of lately. And that came in the form of hot wind that, combined with the hot weather of the season, had led to many restless nights.

Tonight was no different. Despite the bed being more comfortable than the one at the Knight's Headquarters, Diluc's presence made falling asleep an arduous task.

Not only because you had been staring at him for the past 10 minutes or so, his relaxed face a sight that you wanted to cherish as much as possible, but the connection he had with the Pyro element made him rather unfit for the current weather.

It also didn't help that he had forgotten to take his Vision off, and so he was even more in contact with the Pyro energy imbued within it, and you couldn't do anything about it. (a/n i have this headcanon where only the owner of a Vision can freely move their Vision around).

You were uncomfortable. Actually, uncomfortable couldn't even begin to describe it.

What to do..?

His arms were tightly wrapped around you, as if he was afraid to lose you any second, but you couldn't take the heat anymore, so you carefully slipped out of his arms, standing up and stretching your body.

You walked all the way towards the open window facing the beautiful vineyards of Dawn Winery, letting the cool breeze of the night caress your features. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, savoring the quiet atmosphere all around you.

After a few moments though, you heard rustling coming from behind you.

«[Name]? [Name]! Where are you?» the slight panic in Diluc's tone alarming you, you rushed back to the bed.

«Diluc. I'm here.» you climbed onto the bed, making your way to his side once again. He held you close, and you could feel his pounding heartbeat calming down.

«You scared me, [name]. Why are you up so late?» he inquired.

You blushed, your cheeks threatening to become redder than his hair.

«I was..hot. You forgot to take your Vision off last night, and I obviously can't do it in your stead. But you looked so peaceful, I couldn't find the courage in me to wake you up. I'm sorry..» you looked at him, his expression turning into one of guilt, only to turn soft as you finished speaking.

He took his Vision off, setting it on the bedside table.

«I'm sorry I forgot to take my Vision off, love. Next time though, wake me up. I don't want you to overheat and potentially pass out, especially in this hot weather, okay?» he looked at you, waiting for a confirmation that you had received and understood his words.

«Alright. I will. I promise.» he smiled gently, opening his arms again, beckoning for you to claim your place back.

You gladly took the bait, and snuggled closer, his temperature now that of a normal human being.

«Feeling better?» he asked, gently stroking your hair.

«Yes. Much better.» and you kissed him goodnight.

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Zhongli

It was a hot night in Liyue. Despite the rooms at Wangshu Inn being decently ventilated, you were feeling hot. Zhongli's massive body wrapped around you wasn't helping either.

You tried to wiggle around, but your boyfriend, true to his archon element, had a rock hard grip on you, and so you were effectively caught in his embrace.

You sighed.

«Zhongli..» you whispered, trying to wake him up so he would let go.

No answer.

«Zhongli.» you called further, a little louder this time, and his eyelids finally fluttered, signaling he had at least heard something.

You called him again, finally catching his attention, getting rewarded with his half lidded amber eyes looking at you.

«Yes, dearest?» his groggy voice sent shivers down your spine, momentarily distracting you from your thoughts, but you quickly got a hold of yourself.

«I'm too hot. Could you move a bit please?» you asked, getting rewarded with a giggle.

«But of course. You should've said that sooner, dear. Maybe you should also take a shower to cool down? This temperature is very demanding of one's body.»

You looked at him, confused.

«But I had a shower before bed, and besides, I'm not dirty, I don't want to waste water.»

He smiled mischievously, and abruptly changed your positions, pinning you down on the bed.

Today has been extremely draining for you; you took on four commissions, four bounties, traveled to Liyue, took on more jobs there—all you wanna do is get in bed with Diluc and sleep until you're forty.

As you make your way past the grapevine, you can't help the ominous feeling that you're being watched. No, followed.

You turn around scanning the area behind you with narrowed eyes. Before you let out a nervous breath, you catch a dark figure in the corner of your eye, causing you to choke up in surprise.

What the hell?

You narrow your eyes once more, slowly reaching for your sword strapped on your back. Just as you unsheathe the blade, the figure runs towards the woods, eliciting you to sprint towards them.

If they think you're someone easy to scare, then they've got you all wrong. Spooked, yes. Uneasy, for sure. But scared? Ha! You fought the Electro Archon. It'll take a lot for something to scare you.

You pass by multiple trees, jumping over bushes and frightened squirrels, leaping on branches and swinging yourself from tree to tree before dropping back on the ground.

Shit!

You feel sweat trickling down your spine as you heave for air, looking around you. You lost them. Maybe today's been more tiring for you than you thought.

You let out a sigh, squeezing the handle of your sword before clicking your tongue, disappointment seeping throught your body.

You turn around, about to take a step until you hear the swoosh of the air behind you, quickly followed by the swift sound of a blade hitting the bark of a tree. You jump, about to turn around but unable to. Confusion decorates your brows in a furrow as you look around, your eye catching the glint of the throwing knife. The blade is pierced deeply on the wood and as you continue to study it, you notice a piece of your clothing is stick with it.

Fuck.

As you busy yourself with trying to undo the knife, another knife is stabbed on the bark, this time, a hand is gripping the handle. You feel your heart sink as your eyes trail from the gloved hand, down to the covered forearm—this person must consistently work out as you eye the jacket struggling to keep itself from ripping when your gaze reaches their biceps. You flick your gaze up to their face, swallowing harshly at the sight of their white and gold mask that covers their eyes.

"Oh what the hell." You growl, trying to push your fiance off of you. "Diluc what the fuck are you doing? You gave me a fright!"

As you continue pressing your hands against his chest, your assurance slowly breaks apart. What's he doing?

"Move." You spit harshly, too tired to play his games.

Frustration begins to claw at you when your fiance doesn't move. At all. You let out a huff, about to give him an earful, but something catches your eye.

In the corner window of dawn winery in the upper floor, you see a shadow moving about. You can distinctly make out the ponytail, the body structure, and the posture.

Your eyes return to the person holding you against the tree, the feeling of fright comes back to you tenfold, engulfing in a tsunami of cold sweat and weakened limbs.

The person infront of you isn't your fiance.

As you mentally shake yourself, you carefully lift your leg, ready to kick him in the nuts but the stranger reads your actions, pressing his entire body against yours. You open your mouth, ready to scream but he covers it with his gloved hand, muffling your attempts.

He slowly moves his mouth near your ear, his rough breathing hot and harsh. "I love it when someone so strong trembles for me." He mutters, the feeling of his warm, wet tounge gliding over the shell of your ear causing you to shudder. He chuckles deeply at your reaction, softly nipping at the tip of your ear.

This is so wrong. This is so so wrong. Your fiance's right there and you're here shaking against another man pressed to you. Diluc is right inside your home and you—

"What's this?" The man's voice snaps you back into reality. Your worries caused you to ignore his other hand letting go of his knife and slowly make its way down your stomach, bunching your dress right above your legs.

"Such a whore." He whispers, forcing you to look down. Your breath shakes as you take note of the wetness on his fingers.

Pale. He has pale hands, so his skin colour must be on the paler side.

Everyone and their vision knows you're simply deluding yourself by making these observations. You're making grounds on why you're allowing this to happen. You're trying to reason with no one.

"You like this? You wanna be taken?" His fingers return to the drenched place between your legs and you try, you try so hard, to muffle your pathetic whimpers, but they all pour out as if they have a mind of their own.

His fingers move in tight circles on your clit. Your breathing turns harsher and harsher. Before you know it, your hips are rocking on their own and you've fisted the stranger's suit in front of you.

"Look at you using my hand to get off like a pathetic village whore." Your moans spill from your lips, your hips moving faster and faster as you try to seize your high. "Such a fucking slut, letting a complete stranger fuck you with his fingers when your fiance's right there."

That snaps you out of your lustful haze.

No.

You can't do this to Diluc.

You push the masked stranger's hand away, reattempting to shove him off of you again but he simply clicks his tongue, grabbing your wrists and pushing them on the space above you.

"Tsk tsk tsk." He shakes his head. "You get to have your fun but I don't? Seems a bit unfair to me." He frowns as you sneer at him.

"Let go of me and fuck off. Once I tell my fiance about this—"

"Diluc, will not be able to do anything after I've used you."

Oh great Barbatos above, forgive me for ruining my knickers at what this fucker had just said.

"He'll kill you." You spit, the glare you're wearing amusing the sicko even further. He grins widely, canines showing.

"And I still would have killed this pussy."

Oh, hardy har har. This idiot's got jokes.

"I'll join him and enjoy watching the life bleed out of you very, very slowly." You taunt, grinding your molars.

"And I'll enjoy watching my cum drip from this pretty pussy," You hear the clanking of a belt buckle and the familiar sound of a zipper being undone. "Very, very slowly." he whispers.

He uses his leg to part your thighs.

"What are you—" He cuts you off with the feeling of his bulbous head pressing against your folds. You stare into his crimson orbs before he pushes himself inside you, stretching you completely.

"Ah, fuck!" You cry out, euphoria slowly slithering itself through your vains, making their way up your head as the stranger slowly pumps himself inside you.

"This pussy's such a good girl, taking me, making room for me." He hooks your leg around his waist as he abandons any ounce of consideration he had for you and quickens his pace, his ungloved hand pressing and massaging and prodding—

"Oh Archon!" You hear your voice echo throughout the land and you scream a silent prayer for your fiance.

Diluc, my love, please forgive me. I tried to stop him, I swear I did! But he just feels—

"So good!" You yell out in euphoria, nearing the edge.

Just as you jump off of it, the stranger lifts off his mask. You're face to face with the same man you mentally apologized to, but your confusion is drowned in your pleasure.

"Cum with me my love. You can do it." He whispers as you press your lips on his, your moans and whimpers muffled against him.

Your back arches as electricity runs down your spine. Your walls clamp down on your fiance's dick as your head lightens. Your legs buckle, your body tembling against Diluc.

"Love... My love." He whispers.

"What?"

"Love, wake up. I think you have a fever."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Love, please."

Your eyes snap open as your breathing slowly calms. You're face to face with the familiar bedroom ceiling you know all too well. You turn your head to the side, seeing your fiance wearing an extremely worried expression.

"Love? Are you finally up?" He asks, helping you sit up. Once you're situated, he hands you a tall glass of water. "I think you have a fever my love. You've been huffing all night. Your drenched with your sweat and your face is as pink as it gets."

Oh, bless your fiance's poor soul. He thinks you have a terrible fever when in fact, you've been—

You stamp down on those thoughts, gulping down the glass of water. As you shift to put the empty glass on the table beside you, your face warms at the slick, wet feeling between your legs.

"Love?" Diluc rushes to cup your burning cheeks, his brows furrowed in worry. "I think you should take a break from commissions for a few days. It's stressing you too much." He takes the empty glass from your grasp and places it on the table for you.

"Let me wash the sweat off of you so you can sleep comfortably." He stands, holding out a hand for you.

You take it, letting him half-carry you to your shared bathroom.

Now, you know you don't actually have a fever. And you can walk by yourself perfectly fine. But your fiance's given you a perfect alibi to hold on to until you've thought of a way to tell him what actually happened—why you look like you're fighting for your life.

"I've asked the help to warm up the water for you. Let me help you wash up-"

As soon as he begins to slide your nightgown off of your shoulders, you catch his wrists.

Once this nightgown's off of you, he'll see everything. And you'll have some explaining to do. And you're not ready for any of that yet.

Diluc raises a soft brow questioningly.

"Can you-" You nibble on your bottom lip, feeling your cheeks warm up once again.

One order of well-done cheeks please!

"Can you please turn around? I'll get in the tub on my own." Your tone is as gentle as you can turn it.

Diluc looks confused, mildly hurt, but he hides his expression quickly as he turns around. "Grab onto me if you feel like you're about to fall." He mutters, pushing his hand out from behind him.

You smile at your adorable fiance, quickly taking your nightgown off.

Even if you can do everything yourself, his hand is reached out for you to hold on to. And it'll be very rude to turn down someone extending a helping hand. Literally. So you softly hold onto his hand as you lower yourself into the tub, letting out a relaxed sigh at the feeling of the warm water almost immediately washing away your stress.

"May I turn around?" Diluc asks. "Mmhmm." You hum, watching him slowly turn around.

His eyes don't drop to the water to try seeing what's underneath all the soap bubbles, he simply grabs the small seat beside the tub, a towel, and silently asks for your arm.

You feel like the world's most loved queen as your fiance softly scrubs the dirty and sweat off of your skin, slowly traveling from one arm to the other, massaging your shoulders and back as he goes.

"Lift your leg for me, love." He asks softly. You bite your lip at his request, remembering how dream Diluc lifted your leg to his hips.

Now, in no way were you a virgin. You've done it multiple times with your fiance. And it felt amazing everytime. And he was so nice, so sweet. He kisses you everwhere. Asks how you feel. Asks what you want, what you don't want. Prioritizes your pleasure before his.

There shouldn't be a 'but'.

But there is!

You wish your fiance was sometimes rough with you. You wish he was more assertive with you—like he is with the people under him. It's one of the reasons you love watching him work.

You just wish he'd force you. Even just once.

You wish he'd leave marks where people can see.

You wish he'd fuck you like you're nothing but a hole to him.

You widh he'd—"Claim me..."

Diluc freezes mid wipe, his gaze stuck on a spot on your forearm. "What did you..."

Your eyes widen at the realization at what you just said out loud. Your cheeks burn once again, but this time your nape, shoulders and ears warm as well. You press your lips together and drag your gaze down at the bubbles, not wanting to meet his gaze.

"Love."

You feel your heart beat at the back of your throat. You wish for the bath to swallow you whole. For time to stop. For the world to implode.

With fingers on your jaw, Diluc turns your head at angle where you'll have to look at him. "What did you just say?"

Your mouth opens and closes, you feel like a total idiot! You have so much to say in your head, yet when the opportunity presents itself, you've got nothing!

"Tell me." Diluc demands, your pussy tingling at his tone.

"I just- well actually, last night- here's the thing though-"

"Spit it out y/n."

Your eyes widen.

He's annoyed.

Diluc never calls you by your name unless he's categorically pissed. His gaze stays on yours, unwavering. You know he's getting an answer out of you one way or another.

Silently, you move towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You're soaking him with the soapy water, yet you don't have it in you to care. You press your cheek on his side, letting out a sigh.

Looking up at him, you pout. "It's just that... I had this dream..."

Diluc nods as he resumes with wiping your shoulder.

"And- and in this dream, I was walking back home, here, after a long day of work. So much commissions, so much bounties, I had to travel-"

"Your point, y/n." Diluc commands, his tone making you slightly jump.

"Well, before I could enter the winery, I felt as if someone was following me. And someone was!" You look at him and his eyes are still on your shoulder.

He's upset you're keeping something from him.

"And- and he... He pinned me to the tree and..."

Diluc freezes once more, his gaze finally settling back into yours. His red orbs burn with possessiveness and fury.

"You dreamt of another man?" He roars.

You think—he's already mad, let's just pour everything out.

"And- and he touched me, and one thing led to another, and he took me. He just took me and didn't ask, he didn't let go when I told him to, he just-" Your words stop at the sight of him extremely livid.

At who? At you? At the man in your dreams?

"I liked it..." You whisper.

Diluc grabs you by your arm and hoists you against him, forcing you to stand up. The water is swashing around you, his suit is wet, the room is colder with your wet body, your fiance's grip on your arms were tight. It didn't hurt, but you're also unable to pull away from him.

"Who?" It's such a simple question, and the answer isn't a problem at all. And yet, why does your future with this red headed man depend on it?

"You..." Your voice is small and soft.

Diluc looks as though he's about to pass out from relief. His grip on you loosens and you instantly miss it. You whimper against him, gripping on his suit.

"Don't let go. Do it again." You beg, receiving an inquiring look from your fiance.

"Hold my arms that tight again. Please. I-"

"Love, no. I feel like I was too rough with you. I'm sorry I-"

"You kept me on the tree with a knife. You pressed against me and you just took and took and took. You fingered me, with asking, you fucked me when I told you no, and I loved it, Diluc." You sound pathetic and foolish and daft, but you can't help it. You're begging this man to fuck you like how he did in your dream. You want that shit turning into reality. You're desperate for it.

"Love-"

"Master Diluc?" A muffled voice calls out before you hear two knocks. "The traveler is here to see you. She says she needs to speak with you about the Fatui."

You curse Barbatos and whoever maid was standing outside your door for making this opportunity slip past your fingers.

"Tell her I'll be right down." Diluc yells, his eyes never leaving you. "So you don't have a fever?" He asks, completely dismissing how you had just bared your darkest desires to him. It stings.

You shake your head, at a loss for words.

"Finish washing up. If you want, you can come to my office if you want to say hi to the traveler. I think she misses you." He says, pressing a sweet kiss on your forehead before stepping away.

You listen silently to his footsteps slowly drifting away, and with a click of the door, you're left alone with your thoughts. Your regretful, embarassing thoughts. You sit back down on the tub, bringing your legs to your chest.

What does Diluc think of you now? Is he upset with you? Is he grossed out? Maybe he regrets proposing...

You wallow in shame for a few more minutes, keeping the tears from falling as you finish scrubbing your body. You hate this feeling. You hate that you like being roughed up. You hate the fact that you don't stick to the norm.

"Fuck." You sigh, drained and defeated.

You drop the one last bunch of grapes onto your basket. Your fingers are stained purple and they feel sticky, but it's all worth it. These are the best grapes in Monstadt.

You pick up your basket, taking in a deep breath of the night air. The moon is big and bright tonight, so you didn't need to hassle yourself with bringing a lamp along with you. It's a Friday night, and as always, Diluc has dismissed the staff for the weekend. After meeting you, he believes his people should have the opportunity to spend an ample amount of time with their families.

After his talk with the traveler, he decided to go with her and check out the area where she mentioned a lot of Fatui activities were going on. You didn't ask any more details, you were still too embarassed. Now, however, you're regretting it. You're all alone in the house and you're unsure of when your fiance is coming back.

You enter the winery and quickly shut the front door behind you making sure to lock it. Placing the basket on the long dining table, you double check all the windows and back doors. After which, you move over to the office, letting out a relieved sigh to see all the windows are locked.

Storing the grapes in cryo-induced compartment, you blow out all the candles and turn off all the light before making your way upstairs, ready to wash up before calling it a day.

As you turn to the hallway, the sound of a glass shattering roots you in place. You turn to the side, looking down at the empty foyer.

Fuck. You don't have time to grab a weapon. Your gaze hands on a book. That'll have to do.

Slowly and quietly, you make your way down the stairs, keeping your sense sharp as you look around. The sound came from the kitchen. You bring your book up, ready to hit or throw it at anyone or anything that comes your way.

You arrive at the scene, taking note of the broken wine glass on the floor. You huff, bringing the book down before turning in your heels.

You'll clean that up tomorrow.

"Fucking mice." You mutter, climbing back up the stairs, quickly making a beeline to your bedroom. You quickly shut the door and drop the book on the nightstand, hurrying to the bathroom.

You feel fresh and clean and ready to go to bed. You wrap the towel around your body, hating how you have to leave the warmth of the bathroom and enter the cold stagnant air in your bedroom just for some clothes.

You make a mental note to ask Diluc to renovate your bathroom into a walk-in-closet/bathroom type. That'll make your life much easier.

Padding towards your closet, you begin to dig through your night wear, looking for something warm and comfortable. Just as you've picked out a sweater, cool air brushes on your back. You jump, turning around to see no one and nothing.

Nothing but your open bedroom door.

I closed that, didn't I?

Furrowing your brows, you make your way towards the door. Your defenses are brought up again. Just as you reach the doorway and are about to close the door, you notice the book you were supposed to use as a weapon.

It's open.

You take a step towards it, you notice a small circle on the page. Black ink aurrounds the word 'I'm' in the middle. Two red roses stick out, acting like bookmarks. You turn to the page of the top-most rose, seeing another word encircled. 'Watching'. And the second- 'You.'

Goosebumps erupt all over your body and a loud crash causes you to scream. Your head snaps towards the unlit hallway outside. You question yourself if it's even worth it to go down there anymore.

"What am I thinking?" You mutter to yourself.

I've taken down ruin guards and abyss mages and hundreds of hilichurls. A little burglar doesn't scare me. In fact, it should be scared of me.

With a huff, now feeling annoyed that your peaceful night is ruined, you grab the hand knife Diluc likes to keep hidden in your drawer. Clutching the towel against your body, you quickly but silently make your way down the stairs, looking around for anything amiss.

As you reach the foyer, you notice the office door's ajar. You look around before scurrying over to it, pressing yourself against the wall as you clutch the knife to your chest, the blade pointing away from you. With a deep breath, you kick the door open, your body ready to fight whoever broke into your fiance's office.

Once again, you're greeted with nothing.

Confused, you turn to search the rest of the house when another crash echoes throught the foyer.

Kitchen.

As you run towards the kitchen, you freeze at the sound of footsteps padding quickly on the second floor.

How the fuck...?

You switch your pursuit of the kitchen and start running towards the stairs. Halfway up, you notice something wrong. You turn your head slightly around, just to check, before something grabs you by your ankle, causing you to fall.

The corners of each step dig into your body painfully, but you ignore them as you twirl the knife in your hand, you swing the knife against whatever was behind you, turning your body along with it.

You come face to face with a cloaked stranger, who managed to dodge your strike. You lift your leg up to kick them off of you but they read your movements, gripping on your ankle and angling it to the side.

The stranger uses their free hand to grab onto your hand that held your knife, pressing it onto the step above your head as they press their body against yours.

"Get off of me you fuck!" You yell, your weak attempts at loosening your hand from their grip is overpowered by their strength.

The stranger chuckles—they chuckle darkly as they let go of your ankle and grab onto your other hand. A man. With one hand holding both your wrists, the other grabs onto your towel, forcing it down, exposing your breasts.

"What the fuck are you-" You're cut off by the feeling of their belt pressing against your naked cunt. Heat blossoms on your stomach.

Your hands are pinned above you, your legs are open with a stranger in between them, your body is barely covered by the flimsy towel, and said stranger is grinding on your cunt. Your now wet, hot cunt.

"Slutty fucking body's just begging to be fucked." The stranger growls, the timber of his voice deep. He continues to pull on your towel until it slips from underneath you.

"Let go of me! Do you know who's house you're in right now?!" You yell, your weak attempts at freeing your wrists pitiful, to say the least.

The stranger simply chuckles, and before you know it, the towel is restraining you instead of his hands. "Take this off of me!" You demand, sneering at the man.

"You're in no position to be in control now, slut." He spits, his free hand trailing down your breasts. He squeezes and fondles them before lowering his head, taking your nipple in his warm mouth.

Your teeth dig into your lower lip, you don't want this fucker to hear you feeling good about this.

His tongue swirls around your nipple, sucking on the puckered point before softly sinking his teeth on them. "Fuck!" You cry out, the sudden pain bringing heat down your cunt.

Not now, kitty! You can't do this to me right now!

The stranger chuckles, moving to your other tit, his movement similar, but this time, he bites roughly, making you yell out in pain. Tears sting the corners of your eyes as you look down to see him licking the red mark around your nipple.

"You sick fuck-" You're cut off once again at the feeling of his fingers against your sex. Your wet, hot, needy sex.

When the fuck did his hand get there?!

Your try wriggling your body from his, but he doesn't budge. His finger presses on your sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your lips to part.

Holy shit.

He draws circles on it, pressing the pads of his fingers harshly, intensifying the pleasure charging all over your body. Without warning, he presses two fingers inside, forcing your walls to stretch immediately.

"No! Fuck!" You cry out, begging your body to listen to you.

Diluc. Diluc! Where is he?!

The stranger continues to pumps his fingers inside you. The house echoes with your whimpers, your ragged breaths, and the squelching sound his hand and your cunt makes together.

Everything sounds so lewd.

And you fucking love it.

No! No I fucking don't!

"Diluc!" You cry out.

"No need to yell for me." The stranger pushes his hood off and you've never felt such immense veneration to see the familiar red hair and red eyes you've come to love so much.

That feeling is quickly replaced by a sudden burst of euphoria as Diluc pinches your clit, forcing an electrifying orgasm out of you. You throw your head back, your back arching as waves upon waves of pleasure roll out of you.

"Don't mind if I do." Diluc mutters, feasting on your tits as your orgasm rolls on.

You're left panting and light headed by the time the feeling ceased. "Love." You breathe out, "What are you doing?"

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He asks, flipping you over to your stomach. He grabs your waist, pulling it up so your ass is in the air.

"Fuck, love. When you told me about your dream, I almost creamed my pants." He grunts as you listen to his belt buckle clanking. A great sense of deja vu washes over you.

"I've been holding back for so long." He lines his cock to your folds, pressing against them. "You have no idea how many times I fucked you and thought, how would my future wife look covered with my cum?"

Without warning, he shoves his cock deep inside you, all nine inches making it hard for you to breathe. He doesn't give you time to adjust as he withdraws and snaps his hips back.

"And of course, I held back." His thrusts are brutal. " What kind of fiance would I be if I treated my woman like a cocksleeve?" That's exactly how he's treating you right now.

"Fucking you for the sake of my own pleasure?" He chuckles, his fingers digging into your hips. "That'd be very selfish of me." His thrusts have become sloppy, as if he's now chasing after his high. The thought of him using you for his personal gain has your pussy fluttering around him.

"Oh you fucking love that, don't you? You love listening to me talk about making you my bitch." He spits, no, like actually spits on your back.

His fingers weave their way through your hair, gripping on them as he pulls your head back. "Arch the fucking back." He commands, your body following his words immediately. "Fuck yeah, baby. You feel so good right now." He mutters in your ear, his thrusts erratic and unsteady.

"Oh Archons! Let me cum, Diluc! Please let me cum!" You yell out, feeling yourself reach the edge.

"I'm your Archon now." He whispers, his other hand traveling down your cunt. "Cum for me, my little follower." He pinches your clit, an orgasm even more powerful than before shakes your body. Your moans are loud as they travel all over the winery.

"Holy fuck this body is made for sin!" He yells, bottoming out as you feel warm liquid being spilled inside you.

Diluc falls on your back, his ragged breath hot on the side of your neck. A few moments pass before he pulls out, taking you in his arms as he walks up the rest of the steps.

You mentally sigh at the thought of having to wash up again, but your heart is ecstatic right now. You eye the bathroom door, furrowing your brows when you pass by it.

"Where are we going?" You ask, taking note of how your hands are still bound together.

"We're not done." Diluc declares.

"We're not?"

He takes you out the balcony, setting uou down and undoing the towel and dropping it on the ground. "I wanted to watch the moon." He says, taking a seat. "You," he points at you, before point down. "On your knees."

You suck in a breath, slowly kneeling down.

"Take out my cock." He orders, taking off his gloves.

You follow his instructions, feeling your insides turn to jelly at how demanding your fiance is tonight.

If he keeps this up, I'm marrying him tomorrow.

You take out his cock, pumping it softly and slowly at first, unsure of what uou're supposed to do.

Diluc's the first and only guy you've ever been with. And given his track record, he's never ask you to give him head. Sure, you've heard your friends telling you about their experiences, but Diluc always prioritized your pleasure before his. He never found it necessary to ask you for a blow job, and so, you never learned how to.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" He raises a brow, "Use your mouth like the good girl you are."

He places a hand on the top of your head, softly pushing you down until your lips connected with his tip.

"You don't wanna disappoint your Archon now, do you?"

Oh, fuck.

You part your lips, the tip of your tongue softly flicking on his swollen head as your eyes flick up to meet his. Diluc grinds his molars, closing his eyes as his hand pushes your head even lower.

His cock pushes against your tongue, to the back of your throat. The reflex to gag hits you instantly and you begin to pull away, but your fiance's hand keeps you in place.

"Tap my thigh if you feel like it's too much."

Huh?

Without warning, he stands up and grips your hair, pulling you towards him as he snaps his hips forward. Your eyes widen as tears begin to form in the corners. Immediately, you think to tap on his thigh, just as he said. Right before you do, you look up at him, and you're struck.

The expression on him right now—so desperate, so needy. As if he wants nothing more than to fuck your mouth. As if uour mouth is his only salvation from a life of sin. His eyes are hungry and wanting, his hips fast and harsh, his grip on your hair tight and rigid.

"Shit, baby. This mouth is made for fucking." He grits out, his thrusts unyielding.

Your hands move up his thighs, running up and down before you dig your fingers into his skin.

"I said to tap, not to draw blood, love." He breathes out, mistaking your actions for a tap out. You quickly correct him by hallowing your cheeks, independently moving your head in and out.

"Oh fuck!" His moans are loud and desperate as he throws his head back, his chest rising and falling as he chases his second high of the night.

"So close baby, I'm so fucking close!" He yells out and you moan around his dick, making his hips stutter before he pushes his whole length inside, your throat muscles convulsing around him as you begin to push away, but he keeps you in place.

With one last loud roar, he spills inside you, slowly withdrawing his cock. Out of breath, he presses his thumb on your bottom lip. "Open." He commands.

You open your mouth, revealing his spilled seed inside.

"Swallow."

You swallow.

"On your knees, teary eyed, and looking up at me like I'm God." Diluc chuckles, softly pulling you up to stand. He captures your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue dancing against yours. You are completely and utterly in the man's command.

"I love you, baby." He whispers against your lips.

"I love you more, thank you." You close your eyes, smiling.

"I ahould be thanking you." Diluc chuckles, "How did it feel?" He asks, walking you to the bathroom.

"Mmmm..." You ponder, "I'd like to do it again."

"Really?" He raises both brows in disbelief.

You giggle, pressing a kiss on his cheek. "Mmhmm. I enjoyed it too much. Can't get enough of you." You mutter against his lips before turning to get into the tub.