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ᴛᴀɢꜱ: , !
ᴄᴡ:  :

felt all of the stress of his job starting to weigh down on him. It took a physical toll, dragging lines down his face and tensing his shoulders. Everything was becoming too much. He had a huge pile of paperwork to finish by the end of the day, which was in three hours, and still had to patrol the city to check for threats. Placing his head in his hands and staring at the mahogany desk slightly below him, the man realized that for the first time in a while, he may genuinely need a break.

As if someone had been sent by the archons themselves to answer Diluc’s silent prayer, a knock resounded through the quiet study. Raising his gaze, the crimson-haired male uttered a deep ‘enter’, before straightening his posture. In you walked, a steaming cup of tea sitting in your free hand. You offered a smile, the expression seeming to light up the entire room around you. 

Your beam soon fell, however, when you noticed the gauntness of your husband’s face. The exhaustion was obvious, prominent eyebags sitting under his dulled crimson irises. His hair was haphazardly pulled into a messy ponytail, and his cheeks were sunken in. It seemed he had been overworking himself again. A frown crawled onto your lips as you made your way to his side, setting the heated drink on the desk before turning to fully face Diluc.

Before you could open your mouth and chastise the man, his head fell forward, landing on your soft stomach. The unexpected action brought a small squeak of surprise from your mouth, as you slowly raised your hands.

“Please, allow me to stay like this. Just for a moment.”

How could you ever deny a request like that? Smiling ever so slightly, you placed one hand on the top of Diluc’s head, the other on the side of his face not pressed against your body. Your fingers gently carded through his hair, fixing the stray strands and tidying the ponytail up. The wine tycoon felt all of the stress beginning to melt from his body, shoulders slowly lowering as his features relaxed. It was all he could do to stay awake and mutter out a single sentence.

“Thank you.”

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ᴛᴀɢꜱ: 
ᴄᴡ: , ,

always writes little notes for you when he leaves early for work. He can’t even imagine what it’s like to wake up to an empty and cold bed, him long gone for a day of managing a business and manor. So, he will leave little notes on the kitchen table, little post-its that say things like ‘I will be home early tonight, I can’t wait to see you’ or even a simple ‘I adore you’. Sometimes, if you’re extra lucky, he’ll even make you breakfast. Somehow, it always seems to be the perfect temperature for eating right when you notice it.

makes sure that when you’re assigned to a mission outside of Mondstat’s safe walls, it’s one with him. When confronted, he will deny having a say in your job, merely attesting the ‘coincidence’ to fate, or sometimes teasing you by accusing you of changing the assignments yourself. In truth, he worries about you. He knows how capable you are and has seen your strength firsthand, but fear still manages to cage his heart in an inescapable bind. What if you meet something stronger than you? No, he couldn’t handle loosing you. So, instead, Kaeya will follow you, ensuring your safety, but not without a few cunning remarks and teasing flirts. After all, he would truly follow you to the ends of the Earth, if only you asked.

finds himself asking you to be a helper for his research more often than not. It started out with a simple request for you to become a sketching subject for him. As time went on, he found himself drawing you when he zoned out, picturing the way the reflecting sunlight cascaded across your skin when you stared out at the piles of snow. So, to quell this confusing need to be close to you, Albedo offers you a position as his assistant. When you are around, the male begins to wonder if he should study the meaning of beauty and why he finds you to be the most accurate description he has ever witnessed.

always stumbles to you after getting hurt on a job, no matter how far into headquarters you are. Sure, it’s quite difficult to dodge all of his subordinates when he’s dripping blood, but seeing your smiling face is more than worth it. When you usher him into your private quarters with an exclamation of shock and worry, he can’t keep the grin down. Your voice is soft when you chastise him, warning him of the stinging before beginning to clean his wounds. Childe finds that in these moments, where he is laying in a sunbathed room, watching the wind blow tree branches just beyond the window, and the only sound audible is that of your soft mutters and breaths as you dab antiseptic on his injuries, he feels most at home. 

wishes to listen to you speak more than speak himself. This is quite a change from his normal behavior, when he eagerly recounts stories of days long forgotten. Said change even shocked the archon himself. Zhongli finds that when he is with you, his interest in the past dwindles just the slightest. Instead, he is quick to lend an ear to your problems. The god finds you most beautiful when you speak of things that make you happy, eyes shining and gentle smile playing on your lips. He will quietly commit every single thing you say to memory, so even if the day comes that you two must part, your words will dance through his mind infinitely. Yours are ones he could never forget.

head empty,,,, only-

Diluc helping his afab!reader while they’re on their period. He hates watching them writhe in pain as they groan about cramps, silently cursing his inability to offer any aid. Then, it hits him. Hot water bottles are supposed to help, so what about a 5′9 heated hunk of muscle? This was one time the male could appreciate his naturally high body temperature.

Wordlessly, he slipped into bed beside them, situating his glove-free hand on the small of their back to pull them closer. At first, Y/N was confused, eyes opening and blinking curiously at their boyfriends actions. But, once they felt the relief that came from the warmth Diluc exuded, they needed no other hint to cuddle into his side, releasing a sigh of contentedness as they did so.

Diluc felt his heart clench at their actions, suppressing the small smile threatening to break onto his lips. Instead, he busied himself with tracing small shapes into their shoulder and back back with a single finger.

Y/N had done so much for him, thawed his seemingly frozen heart, and brought a flicker of light to what seemed an endless void of darkness. Anything Diluc could offer them, from a shoulder to cry on to a human heating pad when their cramps became too much, he would offer without a second thought. 

a.n) HI HI EVERYONE OMFG IM SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG I WAS GONE! genshin has literally taken over my life AHA um!! i will do my best to be more active, but for now expect reallyyyy irregular posts. also yes, i am hormonal and on my period so. take this.

Ropes of red – your help in bed

synopsis:Diluc is a selfless lover, always putting your needs before his and neglecting himself in the process. Fortunately, you learned how to deal with it…

pairing:Diluc x fem!reader

tw:smut, bondage, dry humping, slight breeding kink, established relationship

word count: 2,7k+ words

author’s note: you can all thank @umiwu​ for thirsting in the comments of my headcannons and accidentally giving me a brainrot with that, which resulted in this smutty piece. Enjoy!

“You are being unfair.”

Tense muscles push against his pale skin in attempts to gain freedom for the arms. The failure to do so causes a soft chuckle of yours and a feather-like touch, tracing each scar – fresh and long faded – with delicacy and affection. You gaze down at your husband with amusement, not even hiding how much fun you have with having him tied and under you.

“Says who?” You hum, fingertips running down his arm and to his jaw, to rub a thumb against the bone softly. “The man who held me down by these strong arms and licked three orgasms out of me? Who is the unfair one here, hm, love?”

Your poor overstimulated pussy is still aching and pulsating after his tongue and fingers abused your clit and walls in the best way possible. Even now his lips shine with your juices – a proof the man made you see stars for three freaking times, not giving you a second to rest. It is truly a wonder that you managed to wrestle him down and tie his arms eventually.

You swipe your thumb across his lips, feeling the wet flesh and experimentally pushing on the bottom one. Just staring at them makes you clench around nothing and it’s rightfully annoying. Not only can this man make you lust and crave for him on a daily basis, but he was being unfair by depriving you of his cock!

Which is curving on his stomach, hard and throbbing, clearly denied the pleasure of release. Diluc is a passionate and selfless lover, he always prioritizes your needs over his, be it any mundane thing or sex. It may seem sweet, and it is, but you are so mad at him sometimes for not letting you do the same to him.

Or actually were. These days it’s gotten better, after years spent together and, moreso, being married now. Diluc learnt to accept affection and pleasure, but he is still a giver through and through, so he does tend to go overboard while bringing you to cloud nine, yet keeping himself from a much needed release. This is why you introduced him to the concept of bondage, with his explicit consent of course. Luckily, your husband absolutely has a soft spot for you, so it was relatively easy to convince him to at least try. It is nothing too extreme, usually just his arms tied to make it quick and immobilize him as soon as possible, but sometimes you take your time, wrapping delicate red ropes around his body, creating the most intricate patterns with it.

Now you practice it quite often. Even if Diluc acts annoyed every time you secure his wrists to pay attention to his body properly, you are extremely good at reading your husband to know he actually enjoys it. His body speaks for him.

You glance at his dick again. He is pulsating, the vein on the underside looks so delicious and his angry red head is leaking pearly beads of precum. You need to feel him, to feel his length pushing against you, the heat of his body consuming you whole. He radiates it so intensively, you think he is going to burn the ropes to get his hands on you. But you know your husband keeps his word. If it’s your turn to caress and love him – he’ll comply.

Your clit throbs at the realization that the man, who is strong enough to wield a claymore, to keep you safe, to keep the whole Mondstadt and its people safe, is at your complete mercy, with arms tied above his head and chest rising and falling in anticipation for what you are about to do. It’s you who makes him feel like that, it’s you at whom his loving gaze is cast, it’s only you who makes his heart drum in his chest, and it’s only you to whom he’ll always succumb without hesitation. 

You want him so badly, it is hard to not abandon teasing and just ride him on spot. But you want to take it slow, to build up the tension, so the release will feel mind-blowing. A little caress of his cheek, fingertips ghosting over the pinkish skin and then traveling down his throat, feeling the Adam’s apple bob. Then giving a small scrape of your nails on his hard shoulders which always makes his breath hitch, and splaying your palms over his wide chest. The heart is beating so tangibly, as if it is trying to jump out and into your loving hands. You are taking such good care of it along with his soul and body, Diluc is happy for entrusting them to you and he couldn’t wish for more. Well, maybe only for the ability to touch you.

Bracing yourself against his chest you bring your thighs closer to his. Your gazes lock, flames in his eyes flickering, igniting desire, and then you push yourself against him. Diluc throws his head back as you grind your hips and rub your pussy along the length of his dick, biting your lip and whining when your clit catches on his veins or head.

Diluc feels like he is burning. The proximity of you, his wife, his beloved, is excruciating without an ability to touch you, to feel you, to caress you. To bring you closer to his eager mouth and kiss every part of your perfect body, to hold you against him so tightly that your heartbeats would merge and raspy breaths become one… But he can only watch you using him to stimulate yourself, to drag your wet slit along his shaft, giving it just enough pressure to make Diluc clench his jaw as pleasure courses through his body. You look so beautiful on top of him, skin glowing with sweat, head slightly tilted back, mouth agape as soft pants leave it and fill the air with sexual tension. The redhead always thinks he is ready to snap at times like this, to tear his restrains or burn them to ashes just to free his hands and put them on your breasts, outline the perfect swell of them, or glide his wide palms over your hips, sensually grabbing the backside and helping you move… Yet he always holds himself back. The pleasure is about both of you, and you made him understand and remember it.

“Why, mmm, so quiet?” You ask breathlessly against his collarbone, a teasing lilt in your voice sending a shiver down his spine. Your hips are rocking back and forth, coating him in the juices escaping your sopping cunt, and lips are kissing all over his chest and up to his neck, leaving small lovebites to decorate his skin. Diluc wills himself to focus on reality, fighting through the fog in his mind and lifting his head to look at you again.

“Just admiring my wife, who looks so ethereal on top of me,” he doesn’t mean it to sound so cheesy, but in his dreamy state he simply speaks the truth. The blush that creeps on your cheeks and a giddy smile makes him realize you are fluttered. By his words. “And thinking,” he adds with a strain in his voice, “that she is going to make me cum pretty soon.”

Your movements falter, hands accidentally squeezing his pecs, making him bite his lip. Panting, you still completely, slightly lifting yourself to glance between your bodies. Oh Archons, you’ve made such a mess of him.

“O-oh, it seems you are right… We wouldn’t want your seed to go to waste though, right, love?” You hum as if in thought, softly wrapping your fingers around the shaft to pump it a couple of times and line it with your needy hole. Ah, so you want him to cum inside… You truly are unfair, awakening his desire to fill you up and hopefully succeed in what you two have been dreaming of for months now.

He has to grit his teeth once more when you slowly but surely slide down his girth, whining and moaning at how full he is making you feel. Free hand slides down to his stomach, fingers curling in a fist as you sink lower and lower. By the time he is fully snuggled between your tight walls, the temperature in the room has gone up tenfold compared to the moment when you just started. You are not bothered in the least as you bend down and practically press your body to his, catching his lips in a searing kiss. The man tugs on the restraints impatiently, leaning forward as much as he can, marrying your mouths like his life depends on their union.

“Please… move…” the prayer is almost inaudible against your mouth, but you heed. You kiss him deeply one more time and, digging your knees into the mattress, start to rock your hips again, fucking yourself on him. Soon you are bouncing on his cock, back arched and mouth producing the sweetest moans only his wife can make.

Diluc’s head hits the pillow, all muscles strain and mind goes almost blank with the sensation of your tight walls wrapping around him. He is fucking close to reaching his high, each time you lower yourself all the way down and tighten on purpose he has a hard time not to curse. His mouth must sing you praises, yet there is only one prayer swirling on his tongue.

He loves you so much, he loves you, he loves you, he loves you, he loves you, he loves you-

White bliss enters his vision as white paints your velvet walls. Diluc is twitching and groaning as release washes over him like a wave, with your pussy milking him of everything he has to offer. But he is still painfully hard, you can feel it, slowing down until your movements stop completely.

Suddenly the ropes are loose around his wrists. Long wide fingers catch yours, thumb feeling the metal band on a ring finger, while the other hand reaches right to your hip, red strings still clinging onto his skin. He looks lovely though, red hair, messily splayed on the pillow, red eyes, clouded with desire as they gaze at you, red cheeks and neck, and these pretty red things loosely hanging off of his arms. The sight only you have the privilege to witness, and Archons do you feel like luck adores you.

“Your legs must be tired,” he softly murmurs, voice a bit hoarse, but so sexy. You feel your ass being lifted by his legs being positioned to give him enough support. “Please, let me help you.”

‘Help you’, not 'handle it’. You love it when your husband cooperates. You are not tired at all, but when your lover offers to aid you so sweetly, you do not have a heart to tell him no. With a soft nod of yours and a kiss pressed to your knuckles, the Pyro user starts to move. Pressing a hand onto his chest, the one that is not occupied with holding his, you are trying your best to find a perfect pace to work in sync with your husband, and very soon you succeed. Room fills with filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin, your uncontrolled sounds and Diluc’s loud grunts, vibrating out of his chest and all the way to your core.

“Ah! Like this! Ooooh, yes, mmm, Diluc~” you mewl and moan as your husband relentlessly snaps his hips and thrusts his cock into your tight heat. He is on a mission to bring you to your fourth orgasm, but this time he’ll make sure you’ll finish together. He knows he is close again, he needs to make you approach your breaking point faster.

With a hand still firmly planted on your hip he keeps your body in place and continues fucking into you, ignoring how your nails bite into the back of his other hand, as you try to ground yourself at least somehow.

All is thrown out of the window when he manages to reach a thumb to rub your clit, adding more pleasure to what his dick is already giving you, hitting all of your sensitive spots. It’s so easy to snap like that and you happily give in, throwing your head back and gushing around him with a sweet scream tumbling from your lips. Your orgasm triggers his own and he empties himself inside with a quiet moan.

Your groin is glued to his as you struggle to overcome your high. It feels like fireworks in your tummy are exploding, blinding you and it’s a bit too much for you to handle. You register a reassuring squeeze of your hand though, fingers still intertwined and tightly so. Diluc helps you lower yourself on top of him, welcoming your weight gratefully, pressing his lips to the top of your head and wrapping an arm around your waist. You are lying like this, sweaty and hot, heavily breathing and trying to calm down. Right now you feel no desire to get out of this embrace to prepare a bath, and your lover shares the sentiment, lazily grazing your spine with his fingertips.

You glance at him only when you feel a movement. Diluc straightens his legs and brings one hand to push his wet bangs away from his face, and it looks so hot. You draw a small heart on the left side of his chest with your finger, and joyfully see him smile and then feel the same heart being drawn on the small of your back. 

The man hums, running the hand down his face, massaging his eyelids a little. To his surprise the first thing his eyes focus on after is a smirk tugging on your lips. He lifts an eyebrow in question and your smirk only grows bigger.

“Hey, love, want a funny story?”

“Really now?” He groans, throwing an arm over his eyes. You are definitely up to something and he is not sure he is ready to deal with it right now.

“Oooh, believe me, you are gonna like this one. Remember that strange rumor going around the manor?” You notice him peek at you from under the limb. Oh, so now he is interested and listening to you. Good. “Yeah, the one about a man with his helpless wife. And guess what? I caught two maids talking yesterday and it appears that the main characters of the rumor are…” you pause dramatically to create an intrigue, but fail when Diluc pinches your buttcheek and you yelp in surprise. Giving him a dirty look and receiving only an innocent smile, you roll your eyes. “Okay, okay, you, impatient man. It’s us. These,” you tug at the ropes abandoned on the bed after Diluc completely shook them off, “were somehow discovered and they assumed I am the one getting tied! At the complete mercy of my big and strong husband, so poor and helpless. Oh, if only they knew the passion I deal with and the girth I manage to fit inside, they wouldn’t think I am so fragile. I wonder how to make you moan loudly for them to get the opposite idea…”

You don’t fail to notice the blush creeping back onto his milky skin as he hides behind his arm again. Giggling and cooing, you litter his chin and nose with small kisses and hear him murmur quietly.

“Now it makes sense why they’ve been looking so strangely at us…”

“Aw, it’s not that bad. Honestly, we are lucky the rumors haven’t gotten to one particular Cavalry Captain yet,” you hum, playing with a wedding band on your husband’s finger. “He would not let you live it down if he knew you partook in some kinky stuff.”

“Please do not word it like that,” Diluc groans, bringing his arms around you to carefully grab your rear and slide his softened cock out.

“Or what?” you challenge him, holding onto his shoulders and gazing right into his eyes. In your peripheral vision something red flashes, and before you can react your wrists are brought together in front of your chest and the ropes are securely wrapped around them a couple of times. Oh, this hasn’t happened in awhile.

“Well, my dear helpless wife…”

You can find out.

synopsis: the story of a man through the eyes of his falcon

pairing and characters: Diluc x fem!reader, feat Diluc’s falcon aka the Narrator. Crepus and Kaeya are mentioned

tw: unusual form of narration, angst, kind of hurt/comfort, character’s death.

word count: 2k words

author’s note: this work is one of my expirements I really wanted to try and write. As a fan of the film “A Dog’s Journey” I just couldn’t pass the opportunity to make a narration of Diluc’s life from the point of view of his lovely bird. How it became angst along the way? I have no idea.

Off note but falcon’s lifespan in captivity can be up to 25 years! Since there is no information of when Diluc got his bird companion, I headcannon it around ten or so years.

There always were flames in her life. At first there were two - a big one and a small one. When the big one made noise, the sound seemed to come from deep within, while the small one sounded much higher, cradling her in the warmth.

Hands, she learned quickly, growing accustomed to being held by those tiny soft things, not looking like her wings at all, with five strange sprouts each. Hands were good - they gave her food, they gently petted her, they carried her around. She felt so dependent on them, being so small and fragile, and not once had they failed her trust.

As she was getting older and her eyes were becoming sharper, she started to observe more. That flame, that she first saw as a flash of fire, didn’t feel like flame at all. It strangely spread down and not up and was very soft. Maybe those were feathers? They must’ve been, they were on top of the head and she saw a lot how both big and small preened them strangely. Maybe she could pluck one and see? 

Indeed she once tried to grab it with her beak and tag - the small one holding her yelped, hands reaching to press to the side of the head. The sound surprised her and she flapped her wings, ruffling the red and trying to fly up.

Ah, right. Red. She saw a lot of that, with two humans who regularly tended to her. There was red on top of their heads, there was red in their eyes and they sometimes carried some red things on their bodies. It didn’t burn.

Out of the two the smaller human spent more time with her and soon he started to make things with her. He’d let her fly off his hand and then call back with a piece of delicious meat prepared for each time. Weeks later he’d start to make her do more difficult stuff, but she didn’t mind at all - he was being nice to her and the bond was growing.

Ah, there also was another small human with him at all times. While he didn’t look like one of the flames, he resembled the dark sky before the thunderstorm. His skin was colder and limbs were trembling a little when he tried to hold her for the first couple of times, but her human’s presence calmed him down gradually, she could sense it.

Her human… The realization came naturally. One moment he was simply the one who provided her with means to survive and then he became the one she started to treasure and consider a part of her flock. It felt nice actually, and, as much as a bird can enjoy another creature’s company, she did.

Then suddenly there was only one flame left. The thunderstorm was not there anymore too, and the shift she felt in her human worried her. One day he whistled and made her follow him, far far away from their home to somewhere unknown. Soon, her master’s pale complexion and red feathers started to associate with snow and blood, seeping through the cold unforgiving whiteness as bodies - one looking like the other - laid here and there. 

During these wanderings it was the first time she witnessed the vicious wildfire burn in his eyes and it didn’t cease for years. There were now more commands to follow given by a stern and cold voice, yet, in the times of short-lived peace, with her he was the same, same petting, same praising tone of his voice coming back whenever she did good, same warmth, even if it all felt on edge.

She had no idea how much time had passed but they finally returned home. It was nice to soar in the same skies and see familiar faces around. The blazing in his eyes shifted to a calm campfire, flaring up only if annoying “wood” was put into it. Her master started to spend much more time inside but never forgot about her. For that she felt thankful.

The human of a thunderstorm appeared in their lives again. He changed, he felt much colder and hurt, and in his eye she saw nothing. At times when her master and that human communicated, the first was very tense, something that never happened between the two before. She couldn’t ask questions, and even if she could, she wasn’t sure she’d dare to.

It was like that for some time, she’d usually be outside, flying and hunting, and he’d be cooped inside the house or in the city. Only when the night fell would he actively roam the streets within the walls, being closely followed by her. 

No changes were happening, until one day she saw her master close to another human. You looked different from him in physique, but similar to those humans that tended to try and cling to him in the city or that one with feathers of wheat color and eyes of clearest lakes he used to interact with a lot.

She saw you more and more together from her position high in the sky, but she never approached the two of you, not sure what to do with you and not being trained to. It all changed when one day you said something to her master and then pointed at her. Red eyes darted to look up too and soon a piercing whistle tore through the air. With a resounding cry of acknowledgement she redirected her route, dark wings swooping down to the two. However, much to her surprise, her master was holding your arm for her to perch on.

Without any objections - not like she could possibly think of one - she flew right to the offered limb and gracefully landed, being very mindful of her own claws.

You… felt soft. While her human felt solid and rough, you were very soft and smooth. Later she’d find out that many parts of your body were very soft, as she found herself cradled in its warmth a lot. Your voice was so calming and soothing, with some kind of emotion to it. Later she noticed the same emotion in her master’s tone too whenever he talked to you.

Once the initial surprise of meeting and having you around faded, time started to pass as usual once again. You became a part of her master’s life and that meant hers too. Changes were happening though - she could sense the stiffness in his body lessen, the edge in his voice becoming smoother and all of that positively intensified if you were right by his side. She thought that was a very good thing. Her master started to feel like her human once again and she couldn’t be more content.

Not only the changes within occured - you moved into the house her human shared with those black and white people only; that thunderstorm dark-feathered man started to visit again and it finally didn’t feel like a string of a bow was about to snap; the ever silent building where you now were residing was beginning to fill with more noise and vividness. 

After one of such times of vivacity, her human and you started to wear strange metal things on your hands - the sun would reflect in them and never fail to catch her attention. Having zero idea about human customs she still somehow knew that you were mates now. Accepting you to her flock and sharing her human with you didn’t feel all that bad. You were special.

A couple of years after she noticed a new strange thing - your middle area got bigger and as time passed you got rounder and rounder. She saw you a lot outside: alone, with humans of white and black or with her human. The latter always had his arms around you, as if helping you to walk. The line under his beak - his nose - was stretched more often, she hadn’t seen it a lot since the times when there still were two flames.

The general mood within the winery shifted and she knew - something new and exciting was coming and both of you were very eager for it to finally happen.

Until there was only one left. You. 

You were still big in your stomach area when she flew through the window of your bedroom that evening. You were shaking, face hidden behind your palms and you were miserably whimpering as the dark-feathered man rubbed your shoulders in attempts to calm you down. He was kneeling beside your armchair and she couldn’t see his face, but the atmosphere was oppressive.

Not understanding what could’ve possibly put you in a state of despondency, she moved her head from side to side trying to locate the source of your stress. There, in the corner closest to the two people in the room she notices him - snow white and almost transparent her human was standing.

Something about seeing him like that and noticing how longing his gaze was, cast upon you, made everything click in her mind. 

She moved towards you at the very moment he made the first step. She perched on the armrest when he stopped in front of your still shaking body. She tagged on your sleeve when the tips of his finger went through your hands. She waited for you to draw them back and watched as her human bent down to press a kiss to your tear-stained cheek, and then she pressed her beak to the other.

Stunned but genuinely touched you asked something sweetly through your sobbing, hand coming to ruffle her soft front feathers. Little did you know, it was the delivery of his last declaration of love and silent apology for leaving you like that, for his flame dying out and for no match being able to light it again. It hurt, it hurt so much when she turned to look at him one last time, but he was already gone.

Though not used to it, that night she spent in your bedroom, perched on the headboard and guarding your sleep. Your soft whimpers broke her heart and more times when one she found herself jumping down onto the pillow to comfort you with her company and, once you were back asleep, flying back onto the headboard. It was a hard night, and many nights after that were too, but she was always there for you, following you around just like she used to do with him. And it helped. Both of you.

Years have passed, she’s never seen him ever since. She continues flying in the skies, circling the area she has known her whole life, wings stretched and wind caressing each feather. All of these but without him.

But now there are two flames again! They are small, much smaller than her human and the one that had been there with him, but in them she senses it. She senses how his warmth is nestling inside, the same fire flickering in their red eyes and feathers of searing color swaying in the wind.

She sees you outside every day - you are always looking after the two little humans running around the wineyard. She feels you in them too and with how your eyes always trace over their heads she knows you miss him too, dearly.

However, he isn’t coming back. He’ll never come back, you both do not deny it, but you are learning how to heal and move on, finding solace in each other.

With a cry she draws your attention. No surprise, no hesitance - an arm is bent to offer a perch in a heartbeat. Within seconds there is an always welcomed warm weight on it. Two brown sharp eyes gaze into your shiny ones and a mutual understanding once again is reached. You are the one taking care of her now and even if she’ll never forget the man with whom she began her life, she feels like you are very close to becoming her humantoo.

She’ll look after the three of you. For him. And when time comes she’ll be flying through a different kind of sky to meet him again.

And now they know…

synopsis: someone accidentally finds out that you and your lover use things, that make your sexual life less boring.

pairing: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Zhongli (separately) x fem!reader

tw: established relationship, pretty suggestive, mention of sex toys, shibari and pegging, very suggestive in Zhongli’s (usage of toys in public)

word count: 3.5k+ words in total

author’s note: let’s just imagine that their level of technical development allows these things to exist in their world ;D

Btw if you want to see the same scenario with other characters, you may suggest it in my askbox and we’ll see if my imagination decides to provide more

Diluc

• Usually it is Adelinde who tends to the master’s bedroom whenever the time comes. Being the head maid and serving first your husband and then you too, she has your absolute trust and whatever things she’d stumble upon - she’d never question.
• Not to mention you do not need to be a genius to know about your masters’ active sexual life with all those dirty sheets. If anything she is happy that you two share passion for each other not only as partners but as lovers too. 
• Either way, it should’ve been the usual day as always until it isn’t. There is a disaster in the kitchen that should be cleaned before you return from both of your shifts in Mondstadt and Adelinde has to be present to coordinate the process.
• That’s why she has no other choice but to send two of the younger maids to clean the master’s bedroom.
• Adelinde gives clear orders: change the bedding, bring the old one to the laundry along with any dirty clothes left in the basket, swipe dust and sweep the floors. Nothing difficult, the girls should be fine, she thinks.
• The girls are fine indeed for a few first tasks. The bedding is changed, laundry is collected in one heap and one of the maids hurries to bring it to the laundry room. The other meanwhile decides to start sweeping the floor
• And all is good until the broom hits something under the bed. Confused, she carefully bends down and spots a box hidden there.
• Curiosity killed a cat but not a maid. Working for the Ragnvindrs is a wonder itself, not only because the payment is amazing but the two masters are incredibly neat, so there is usually no extra work to do. But a box discarded under the bed? Doesn’t sound all that neat.
• Assuming one of you could’ve accidentally knocked it under the bed and forgot to throw it away, she decides to ask Adelinde what to do later.
• Right when she wants to set it aside the other maid returns. This one is even more curious than her colleague. The only difference? Her need to stick her nose where it doesn’t belong is uncontrollable. When else can you get a glimpse of the estimated couple’s privacy? That’s a chance worth a shot.
• With little persuasion done the lid is off and curious gazes are met with intricate red ropes of smooth but thick material laying there tied in a pretty bow.
• At first they are puzzled. Why would one keep ropes hidden in a box and under their bed? But then the realization hits. Not uttering a word they exchange glances, and almost as if on cue their cheeks start burning furiously. Their fantasy has gone wild.

“I-is that what i think it is?” The finder squeaks, eyes back on the ropes. “D-does Master use these to tie Lady’s wrists to the headboard and, and…” she swallows and then whispers, “d-do explicit things to her?”

The image of you with hands above your head, legs spread for your husband to fit in, fills their minds and provokes a more furious redness on their cheeks. That’s definitely not the thoughts one should have about their employers but it’s too delicious and scandalous to pass! Both of you are easily considered hot people, but being a married couple who involves some kinky stuff in the sex life? Oh Barbatos, that’s juicy.

“M-maybe he ties her whole body? These are long and I heard about that shibari technique from Inazuma…” says the other, carefully touching the ropes to test their strength.

“And what’s with it..?” The girl’s eyes widen in awe, mind trying to paint the picture of it.

“Well… her body’s immobility should allow Master to have her at his complete mercy. I’ve read it once in the novel "I was no one, but now I own the castle”. The male lead had the female lead all tied and sitting in his lap.“

"Ah! That can’t be!”

“It can! I also heard some people install hooks in their ceilings to hang the tied person in the air.”

As words are spoken, two sets of eyes dart to the ceiling. Nothing, and it almost feels disappointing.

“B-but why? It isn’t comfortable..?” the confusion is written all over her face as she once again tries to imagine it and has a hard time doing so.

“Um, I assume the man has the woman at his groin level, so-”

“Ahem, girls, are you done cleaning?”

“Eek!”

• Adelinde’s appearance spooks them to death and they hastily close the box, pushing it back under the bed. Getting an earful for not having finished the cleaning yet, both are sent out, so their superior can do it faster.
• On their way down the hall girls can’t stop fantasies of all the possible ways those devilishly looking ropes could be wrapped around their Lady’s body.
• Little do they know though that these ropes are more often used on your husband than on you, because at times you have to hold him back somehow in his vigorous attempts to pleasure you neglecting his own needs.
• Expect some strange rumor going around the manor about some alpha man and his helpless wife. You and Diluc only exchange glances full of perplexion whenever you hear the hushed whispers touching the topic.

Kaeya

• Strangely enough but your lover gave in to your pleas to do some redesigning of your shared apartment. Frankly speaking, it should’ve been done a long time ago as the man changed little to nothing from the times of the previous owner. Your reasoning of “our home should feel more like us” was quite convincing, so after making sure you budget allowed it, you went for it.
• Of course in the end you both were extremely proud of the result of months of your hard work. Working your normal jobs and spending most of the free time on your apartment was tough, but you absolutely nailed it.
• It totally deserved a celebration. To present your renovations you invited your closest friends such as Rosaria and Venti. Diluc also promised to stop by (with more than one bottle of fine alcohol as your boyfriend and his two friends hoped), but was going to be late with no one being able to look after the tavern.
• Meanwhile the sister of the church and the deity of the said church are led by you from room to room, showing the major and minor things you’ve changed. Venti is actually pretty curious asking about this and that, and Rosaria simply observes, but does give a couple of compliments for your and Kaeya’s choices.
• Things go like this until you hear a ‘babe, come here for a moment!’ from the kitchen and have to leave the two in your bedroom, giving them permission to roam further if they’d like to.
• Well, the bedroom is definitely not a room they’d like to get more looks at, though the new bed you’ve gotten looks pretty nice and comfy. Venti, being the shameless person he is, doesn’t think twice and falls back first across the bed, bouncing a bit from the impact with the mattress.
• Rosaria can only shake her head at the bard’s happy giggles and praise of how the bed felt. She watches him squirming further and further until his head almost hangs on the other side of the furniture. And his beret starts to fall.
• Throwing his arm back and trying to catch it, Venti arches a little and his gaze lands right under the wardrobe. With eyes wide he suddenly sits up, alerting the rosewood haired woman, and hops off.
• In confusion Rosaria watches him round the bed and fall onto his knees in front of the wardrobe, crouching and reaching for something under it. Her eyes widen too when she sees the source of Venti’s excitement.
• That is the box used by Dawn Winery to pack one of the most exquisite wines. The 'cost me a fortune’ wines! Just how the hell did Kaeya manage to get his hands on something like this!? And never telling his friends? Outrageous.
• Venti seems to have the very same thoughts. Aside from that his fingers tremble and eyes shine with figurative stars in them.
• The silent mutual understanding is reached: they have to at least take a peek at the treasure they’ve stumbled upon.
• So, the lid is off faster when one can say the word 'wine’.
• What they didn’t expect to see was quite a big collection of sexually entertaining tools. Blindfolds, nipple pins, gags, ties and a proudly lying diagonally massage wand vibrator.

“… am I seeing things?” Venti pokes the ball gag with his forefinger to make sure it isn’t a hallucination. He is aware he hasn’t even touched alcohol today yet, but who knows…

“You most definitely not,” the woman looks over the box’s contents, noting the wand is from a seller prouding himself for high quality of the goods and rightfully so.

“I feel betrayed though.”

“Me too.”

Who would’ve thought to put sex toys in the wine box!? Well, apparently you two, appearing in the doorway of your bedroom.

“Venti, Rosaria, we’ve been calling your names for some time now, have you gone deaf-”

Your words are cut short when you notice what has them so occupied. As Rosaria lifts the vibrator your cheeks flush red and an embarrassed squeak leaves your mouth.

“What’s this Kaeya? Don’t tell me you can’t satisfy your girl anymore. I thought that a silver tongue of yours can do more than talking.”

“It most definitely can, Rosaria. Now tell me,” and he flashes her a teasing smile, “isn’t it unholy to hold something made for sin, huh, sister of the church?”

“Isn’t it stupid to put your stuff into the box like that!?” Venti knocks his knuckle against the lid with the logo of the Dawn Winery and the wine’s name. “Is your brother even aware of how you use the remnants of his production?”

There is a pause that makes you glance at your lover. You are met with a rare version of Kaeya - an embarrassed Kaeya.

“…don’t tell Diluc.”

“Oh no, we will.”

Childe

• Your relationship with Lumine is…interesting to say the least. She fights the man you date on a weekly basis, you treat the said man’s wounds and bruises after said fights and listen to his excited summaries of those 'sparring sessions’ as he calls them.
• How much in common you and the blond Traveler have - a whole ass Snezhnayan man. Why not try for a friendship then? Or whatever was your reasoning when you first approached her with a welcoming smile and introduced yourself as Childe’s girlfriend.
• The Harbinger’sgirlfriend.
• Needless to say both Lumine and her floating companion were pretty much alerted and for the longest time extremely cautious around you. They couldn’t wrap their minds around how that menace and epitome of destruction of a man could have such a patient and lovely significant other. At one point Lumine even straight away asked you if you were being held hostage by the ginger, to which you only snorted and laughed, assuring her you were fine and free.
• When being asked if you held any grudge against her for getting in fights with your boyfriend you only roll your eyes. 'If he enjoys his butt being kicked, so be it’ you simply shrug your shoulders. You know Childe’s limits and you know he is going to be fine anyway. Honestly you can thank Lumine, because when the ginger comes home after having been knocked around by her he becomes so clingy and seeks your attention which is always cute. No need for her to know though, you are not that mean to ruin Tartaglia’s Fatui image.
• Time flies by and eventually Lumine warms up to you gradually, even Paimon learns that it’s okay to consider you separately from your boyfriend. In the end both are impressed that there were no hard feelings on the plate and you’ve managed to befriend them.
• One time you decide to bring them over to your house for lunch. Childe was sent on a mission that’ll last for a couple of days, so you can peacefully invite your new friends without your boyfriend picking a fight with them (there were occasions when the four of you were out together and you and Paimon had to physically stop the blond and the ginger from drawing their weapons out. Sometimes you really wanted to bonk your man for being so adrenaline thirsty).
• Giving your guests a quick tour around the house, you apologize for having to leave them to their own devices so you can finish the cooking and let them roam the rooms as they please.
• Paimon being Paimon quickly suggests searching for mora. To Lumine’s disapproving gaze she only shrugs her shoulders. 'C'mon, this Fatui bastard’s pockets run deep! No one is gonna get harmed if we lend some’.
• And she starts roaming on the shelves. Lumine can already imagine how much she’ll have to apologize in front of you for Paimon’s behavior. Knowing that her traveling companion is stubborn and hard to convince otherwise unless food or, well, morais included, the young woman averts her eyes to rid herself of guilt.
• That’s when she notices a suspiciously looking box. It pretty much could be some Fatui related stuff, some plans, some schemes or anything to harm people.
• Lumine does trust you now but she doesn’t forget who you are sharing the house with. Stealing isn’t good but if it is something dangerous, she can grab it and dispose of it later.

Making sure no approaching steps are heard, she quickly and quietly walks to the box and without any noise opens it.

“What the-” she chokes on her own words almost immediately, staring at the box’s contents with heat rising to her cheeks. While not involved in a relationship she is (thanks to certain connoisseurs from Mondstadt) aware of what the things inside are. 

A strap on, butt plugs and cock rings with a couple of bottles of lube are laid neatly on the bottom of the box. At the moment Lumine has millions of questions she is not sure she wants to hear answers to.

“Hey, girls!” The voice startles her, head jerking to the room entrance where you are standing with a cute apron over your dress. “Food is ready, we can start.”

“Food!” Search and everything else forgotten Paimon is out of the room in a second. Meanwhile you fix the still clutching the box top Traveler with your eyes and then warmly chuckle.

“Oh, so you found our little fun box? Sorry you had to see that, I probably forgot to put it away to a safer place.”

Lumine has finally snapped out of her stupor, rushing to close the box.

“Wha- why is it you who apologizes??”

“Because I invited you and should’ve paid more attention to cleaning,” you are not phased at all, walking to her and accepting the box from her trembling hands. “No big deal though, I kind of expected you two would explore this place.”

“You peg Childe?” The question is out before Lumine can stop herself. You watch in amusement how she realizes what she’s done and covers her mouth with her hands.

“Well, yeah. Even though this man treats the bedroom as a battlefield too, sometimes he turns into a huge sub.”

“What? How? But he is-”

“Tough, strong and intimidating Fatui Harbinger, yes, you are correct. But once he returns home he becomes a completely different person, desiring for nothing more than to cuddle or to get the stress fucked out of his body. Sometimes he has me. Other times he asks me to peg him and destroy him completely. Ah, yeah, the cock rings are for punishment. Comes in handy every week when he provokes you for a sparring session… again, sorry that you have to deal with it.”

Lumine only nods absentmindedly as you lead her to the dining room, eyes blank and thoughts swirling around the image of theTartaglia being bossed by his girlfriend in the bedroom…

Zhongli

• Having dinner with your husband and either his boss or his friend (?) isn’t an uncommon thing. This time however you agreed to meet as the company of four. There’s been a lot of stuff going around lately that is absolutely worth sharing with each other.
• As you and your husband discuss your plans for the evening you reach an agreement to succumb to the passion of lovemaking right when you come home from dinner. It’s been awhile since you had a night to spend together doing more than just cuddling in bed. Work has been exhausting and one of you usually falls asleep before kisses could lead to something more.
• With this fact taken into consideration, you come to a realization that by the end of the evening either you or Zhongli is going to be impatient to get into bed. But you haven’t been penetrated for quite some time and you are oh so tight for Zhongli to dive right in. So to prepare you beforehand, your considerate lover suggests an idea.
• He is well-versed in creating things, so making a nice smooth dildo with his geo powers, just a size or too smaller than him, was nothing to the man.
• His hungry eyes are drinking in the sight of how the lubed cool toy is fitting inside of your pussy, walls constricting and you producing the sweetest little pants and whines. It is so hard not to throw the dinner out of the window and have you right there and then.
• However the stoic man manages. Now the toy is snuggly filling you, keeping your walls stretched and prepared for what is going to come later. Zhongli has warned you though that since the toy is made from a high-quality mineral (the fanciest stuff for his beloved wife), he is able to control it with his geo powers and is going to use it to send some vibrations to keep you wet and lubricated.
• You would’ve never guessed your husband could be this perverted but the thought makes you clench. Not to mention you have been dying to try something different from your usual lovemaking, and this is a new sexual experience, should be a safe one too.
• Until it isn’t.
• You do not have problems with sitting here, enjoying your meal and conversing with Hu Tao and Childe. Occasional vibrations in your core are not something you can’t handle. They keep you excited but not to the point where you’d start squirming in your seat uncomfortably.
• However pretty soon your husband seems to get lost in some topic. You are not sure how exactly his geo controlling works, but it appears to be by some hand movements, because the more he starts gesticulating the stronger and faster the vibrations become.
• It gets hot, unbearably so and you tug on the collar of your attire. Thighs squeeze together and tremble with how intense the pleasure is.

“Y/N?” You practically bolt in your seat when the ginger sitting close to you calls you quietly not to ruin Zhongli and Hu Tao’s heated discussion. “Are you alright? You are pretty red and, pardon me, sweaty. Is it the spices? Do you need me to accompany you outside for some fresh air?”

Oh, it is very sweet of him and normally you’d thank him and accept the offer, but you just know, if you try to move more than an inch, you’ll have a very hard time.

“N-no, Childe, everything is fine!” You answer as quietly, fearing your voice will betray you. “Just need some time, nothing more, I promise,” you try to smile at him, desperately ignoring the shiver rolling down your spine and how soaked your panties have gotten. You think you convinced him, you think you can manage it through the dinner, you just need to touch your husband’s shoulder and ask him to-

And then Zhongli snaps his fingers. Your face first pales and then bursts with a crimson blush, quickly covered by both of your hands. And even like that you produce a pretty audible whiny moan.

Oh Geo Archon, you’ve just came. In a public place, with your friends nearby and from a toy.

Childe’s eyes stare at you shocked, but it’s not like you see it with your eyes closed shut. Zhongli finally notices the state you are in as his sensitive ears catch your sexy sound and nostrils breathe in the sweet scent of your arousal only he can sense.

The vibrations instantly stop and a strong arm in a brown coat sleeve is wrapped around your shoulder. You hear his soft hushes near your ear, that try to break through the fog in your mind and you absentmindedly lean into his body, desperately desiring him close.

“Well, well, Mr Zhongli…” Childe has a shit-eating grin on his face. He waits for Hu Tao to leave with a promise to get you some water and chuckles, watching the two of you with his dark eyes. “I didn’t take you for someone who would use toys and in public no less… ah~ that’s a story worth retelling you in the future to see your embarrassed faces again.”

• Needless to say you leave earlier, because the dull ache in your core and Childe’s dirty glances are impossibly hard to ignore.

Sun-kissed

synopsis: your lover spends too much time under the sun and gets cute freckles!

pairing: Childe x fem!reader; Diluc x fem!reader

tw: pure fluff, established relationship

word count: 1.2k+ for Childe, 1k+ for Diluc

• Childe

*moyá tsarévna - from Russian “my princess”, since basically tsarevna is a daughter of tsaritsa (hystorical analogue for queen). No relation to Tsaritsa though, simply a term of endearment!

“Should’ve worn a warmer sweater under,” you grumble, shivering a bit when the chill of the late morning seeped through your coat and creeped under your skin.

Lately, you’ve found yourself taking walks in a grove not so far from your house, enjoying the crunching sounds of the snow with every step you take and whiteness taking over your vision.

The grove looks like a perfect picture worth being drawn - pines, firs and larches clad in pretty dresses of the purest color and frozen crystals shining in the light of the pale sun - that’s Snezhnaya in all its natural beauty.

This fairy tail atmosphere, that morning walks let you bask in, helps to keep your mind relaxed before diving into daily routine. Usually you take a whole hour to wander among the trees, thinking of everything and nothing, occasionally feeding squirrels and trying to hit the farthest trunk with a snowball.

However today it seems to be colder than usual and you have to shorten your walk - coming down with something later would do you no good.

Readjusting your scarf to cover mouth and nose, you scurry out of the grove and to the buildings of your district.

It is when you are walking down the street two gloved hands appear in your sight and your body instantly stiffens for a moment, but it’s enough for the person to cover your eyes. Dread sets in your heart and your only just relaxed mind is put into frenzy and screams to escape, to turn and punch the assaulter in the stomach.

He, and you are sure it is a ‘he’, appears to have guessed your thoughts and one hand leaves your face, snaking under your arm and securely embracing your waist, pressing your back to his chest. The other hand is big enough to keep both of your eyes covered.

As you are ready to scream and twist your body a hearty chuckle brushes against your ear and you stiffen again. However this time you almost immediately relax.

“Guess who~?”

Heart is thumping in your chest like crazy and you want to hit him so badly - who would willingly give their lover a heart attack!? Yes, you are extremely happy to know your lover has just returned from his stay in Liyue but still, he could’ve been nicer about his appearance!

“Childe!” you exclaim angrily, lifting your hands to lower the scarf - dump from your warm erratic breath - and then reaching to pry his hand from your eyes. But he doesn’t budge, only pressing his chest closer to you.

“Wrong answer, my little menace~”

You are sure he can feel how you roll your eyes through the material of his warm gloves.

“Alright, Ajax, stop-”

“Wroooong,” he whines, and you feel how something cold touches your slightly warmer cheek. Oh no, he is making that 'squish your cheek to your lover’s’ and make them melt. More like annoyed.

“Babe, I am not calling you that-”

“But why not?” You are sure he pouts, nuzzling you with his nose, which is also cold. “I’ve just returned and you don’t want to call me that one word? Why?”

“Maybe because we are not married yet? And we are not gonna if you keep pressing your palm to my eyes!" 

With this little threat (that you actually didn’t mean at all) he finally draws his hand away and softly grabs your side, twirling you around and trapping in his embrace again, but this time with both arms snuggly wrapped around your waist.

You gaze into his deep blue eyes and suddenly all of the anger disappears, being replaced with longing that has been tugging on your heart for the months he was away.

"Hey,” you say almost shyly, reaching your arms to his neck

“Hi,” he smiles, and then presses your foreheads together, sighing in bliss. “I missed you.”

“I missed you more, gingerhead.”

“You did?” he stares into your eyes and you can care less for anything else except these two voids of endless ocean.

“Mhm,” you hum, rubbing your forehead against his. “You owe me kisses, cuddles and stories from your several months long trip to Liyue. But first, we are going inside, I am starting to get cold.”

“Your wish is my command, moyа́ tsarévna*.”

The nickname draws a bigger smile on your face, which quickly dissipates into a gasp and a squeal, when he effortlessly throws you over his shoulder and turns around to march straight to your house.

Only when you are inside, undressed from layers of warm clothes, with Childe out of the bathroom, clean and fresh, you settle down on the couch in your living room. You cannot pass the opportunity and almost instantly reach for his face, cupping it with both hands, to bring it closer to your eyes so they can drink in every little feature.

That’s when you finally notice something that wasn’t there the last time you saw him, and it makes your eyes widen.

“Ajax, you have freckles!” Squishing his cheeks a little, you draw his face even closer, looking at each ginger spot, adorning his nose, cheeks and, oh Tsaritsa, even his neck!

“Ah, right, my brothers and sister said so when I went home to tell my family that I’ll go fetch you first and bring you over. Though I wanted to spend some time alone with you first,” when he sees you are not listening, your attention fully absorbed by his face, he pouts. Here he is, declaring how much he missed you, willing for once to put a lasting visit to you before one to his family, and you are not even focusing on his words!

“Come on, it’s nothing special. Spent too much time out under the sun of Liyue probably,” nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, lifting his hands to pry yours off of his face.

“You are so pretty like that,” he freezes. The eleventh Harbinger may be a cheeky cocky bastard, but once you give him a non-flirtatious genuine compliment, he loses his composure. Meanwhile your thumbs caress his cheeks fondly, an adorning smile plastered on your face.

“You know we usually don’t get a lot of bright sunlight here in Snezhnaya, right?” That was true, natives usually have freckles only if they are passed with the parent genes, like in Teucer’s case. “On you it looks like you have been sun-kissed! It’s super cool, Ajax." 

"Sun-kissed…” he murmurs and then chuckles, shaking his head and reaching his arms to grab your waist. With a new squeal of yours he drags you in his lap, situating your legs on both sides of his hips as your arms wrap around his shoulders.

“Oof, what was that for?” You glance down when he buries his face in your neck, lips pressed to your skin.

“Well, the sun has kissed me but my girlfriend hasn’t, that’s not fair. I want my kisses, give them to me!”

• Diluc

Giggles ring in the living room as he falls on his back, dragging you even closer on top of him. Ajax feels nothing about the ginger dots littering his skin but your reaction amuses him. Maybe next time he’ll take you to Liyue with him. That way he’ll get to kiss you and be kissed by you every day.

There are many reasons why you like summer and look forward to it every year.

Warm breezes that feel like blessings after days of scorching sun; flowers and trees blooming with birds chirping on their branches; seeing children of Mondstadt running and playing outside… Nature feels so inviting with warm grass under your bare feet, the way the sun warms your skin and pools of cool water being a relief after hours of walking.

Yet the main reason is the beginning of the grape harvest season. While it brings much more work onto your plate, and it’s been so ever since you said 'i do’ at the altar and became Mrs Ragnvindr, you do not mind as it gives you opportunity to help and lessen your beloved’s workload.

The prize is oh so sweet, when you return home after days in Mondstadt, tending to the papers and occasionally checking on Angel’s Share, and spot your husband in the wineyard among his workers. Rolled up sleeves and pant legs bare his strong arms and legs, you can even see how muscles move under the skin from afar. His long hair is tied in a rather quick but secure bun with only a couple of strands sticking out. But even those are glued to his sweaty forehead as he’s spent hours under the summer sun, inspecting the fruits of several months of work and giving orders to his people.

In moments like this you can’t help but stop and admire him. How appealing your husband looks with that concentrated look on his face, eyes fixed on yet another bunch of grapes resting on his palm, wrist twisting and turning to give a better look at full juicy berries to detect any sign of unripeness.

Not to mention that his pale, almost snowy skin finally gets some color in places not covered by his clothes. Diluc pays no mind to it but usually huffs in amusement when you trace your finger over the lines in places where one shade goes into another.

Sometimes you get particularly lucky and get a chance to ogle him with his upper body completely naked. Of course you’ve seen the view before, you’ve seen much more than just his naked torso, but seeing him in a minimal set of clothes out of the house isn’t something that happens a lot. More than once have you been caught by Adelinde eating your husband with your eyes, the maid always giving you a teasing smirk and passing you a jug with cool water she was meant to bring to her master. But receiving it directly from a loving caring wife is much better, no?

The best thing though, that happens every year without fail, is Diluc getting his skin littered with freckles. Nose, cheeks, neck and even his wide chestreceive the sun’s attention and, as a result, yours too.

You practically become glued to him whenever you have a break. It doesn’t matter if it’s scorching outside, you are still going to be not so far from your husband either simply sunbathing or holding a conversation with him. If he moves further down the yard, you move your lounge chair too, if he turns to address his workers, your gaze travels over the expanse of his back, and if he takes a break…

You have a hard time not to pounce on Diluc. Is it really possible to fight the temptation? When he smells like summer: fresh, hot with the lingering scent of grape and birch wood from the baskets they use to collect grapes. You inhale him with eyes  closed in bliss, nose pressed to his exposed neck, fingers holding onto the sides of his almost completely open shirt.

Then your lips start pressing kisses to his skin, trying to cover as much territory of his neck and chest as you can, and that’s when Diluc’s cheeks start to burn. He is very thankful for his back being turned to everyone else and his physique being big enough to hide your body and not let them see your sudden loving attack on him.

“Darling…” he hoarsely murmurs and you kiss his bobbing Adam’s apple. “What are you doing?”

Your pretty eyes he adores so much slowly flutter open and you gaze at him as if he has just asked about the most obvious thing (and he has). But it’s hard not to tease him, when his cheeks flush such a pretty color, blush spreading to his neck. 

“Mmm, who knows… maybe your wife is jealous of the sun for having kissed your skin for days I was away doing work and trade. Giving you kisses is my job and no one else’s!”

You open his shirt and, before he can react, snake your arms around his torso, fingers instantly drawing patterns on his back, gently running over each scar met on their way.

“You know, I can feel how wet your shirt is against the backs of my hands. Maybe you should shed it completely and let me kiss you all over your booodyy,” you almost whine, rubbing your nose between his pecs.

Getting redder and redder Diluc puts his hands on your shoulders, but doesn’t really try to push you back.

“Love, I am sweaty, you shouldn’t be pressing your body to mine like that…”

“It’s melting hot, 'Luc,” you state, not taking your face away from his chest, “and I am sweaty too, so I don’t really care.”

The man sighs, defeated, fingers on your shoulders softly squeezing them.

“You do this every year, I should’ve gotten used to it already…”

“Heh, yet you have not. Every year you get these magneticfreckles, every year I do this and every year you enjoy it. Am I not right?”

Diluc sighs again, knowing that you are absolutely right. It strokes his ego that you find everything about him appealing and have this radiance in your eyes whenever you gaze at him even after years of marriage.

“Let’s get inside the winery. It looks like you are not going to let me work anymore today.”

“Mmmm, alright! Go give your men orders, I’ll ask the maids to draw a bath!” you smooch his freckles-littered check and, after unwrapping your arms from around him, hurry to the house.

Diluc watches you fondly, fingertips barely grazing the kissed patch of his skin.

With you in his life, he started to love summer too.