「ディルック、赤い、黒い。冷たくて、熱い。」

-　ディルックについて…

From Razor’s ‘About Diluc’

I got Diluc and Venti few days ago

Happy Valentine’s Day!! Here are some silly Genshin Impact doodles, feel free to share with friends, family, partners, and more!!

Isekai AU: Otome-Villain Edition!

About: You’re isekai-ed into the world of an otome game as the antagonist, who’s due for a bad end in most of the routes! The protagonist (MC) still hasn’t entered the game however, which means you have time to turn your fate around!

Characters: Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao (some utc!)

Warnings: A bit of angst for Kaeya and Xiao, mentions of a casino/gambling in Childe’s!

This post is also a contribution to my AU Collab!

(Yes, this was inspired by reincarnation-villainess manhwa <3)

Writing + Matchup Commissions are Open!

• Diluc, the crown prince; often busy with his studies and training, you recall he was one of the most popular characters within the fanbase.
• In the game’s route, the first meeting was in the gardens at night, where Diluc was taking a walk to clear his head and found himself talking to the MC.
• However here… yours was a bit different.
• Diluc almost attacked you at first, thinking you were an enemy tracking him - he was strolling in the gardens, yes, but it’d been to ponder over things related to his darknight hero character; created to investigate the kingdom without restrictions from status.
• He recognised you, seeing as you belonged to an influential family. Diluc initiated safe conversation that you were thankful for, even if its purpose was to deter from prying questions.
• The next times you met were coincidences as well, but you did find something endearing with how Diluc wasn’t as polished or experienced as he was in the game. There were still a few years before he’d grow even more capable - thus you took the time you had to leave an amicable impression.
• …After all, the villain in his route faced harsh retribution. You’d prefer to avoid something as unsavory as that. 
• How convenient would it be if you managed to befriend him for real? He was to be a ruler in the future, and that kind of power was something that could be much to your advantage.
• …Besides, in the moments you managed to catch him off-guard, Diluc was kind of cute. He was quite competitive as well, as you’d learn later on.

“I’m starting to think you just like sitting on rooftops.”

“I could say the same for you,” You raised a brow. Diluc’s face was hidden beneath a mask and hood. You had to pretend you weren’t aware of his real identity, lest it roused suspicion from the prince. “Were you on a mission of some sort, Darknight Hero?”

“It’s nothing I can disclose.” He said neutrally, pausing at your disappointed sigh. “Is that what you hope to find out when coming out here?”

“What I hope for is something interesting.” You gave Diluc a sardonic smile. It wasn’t untrue, even if your hidden intention was to leave an impression on him. “Would you be able to tell me something like that, at least?”

To your surprise, he does move to sit a little bit away from you. “I’ll see what I can do.”

• Growing up as the adopted son of the royal family, Kaeya was no stranger to feeling like he didn’t belong.
• What was curious is how you seemed to be feeling the same way.
• Why was that? You’ve been a noble all your life, and even flourished as a formidable individual in social circles. 
• Kaeya wasn’t one to believe rumors of all things, but he’d at least expected to see some semblance of that when he first met you.
• The way he carries himself is as suave as ever. Knowledge of his insecurities and troubles was private, and knowing how secretive Kaeya can be, it was quite safe to say that he kept his charming, confident mask on at all times to deter unwanted trouble.
• The time Kaeya properly meets you was during a hunting event, where you went to a quieter area to collect your thoughts - unknowingly entering the dangerous side of the forest.
• He finds and escorts you back since you weren’t armed with equipment or signed up to hunt (modern skills usually don’t include things like archery on horseback) - he could have travelled faster, but chose to take a longer route and stay at a leisurely pace to get to know you better.
• …Which was another way of saying “try to ease your secrets out of you” - Kaeya observes the way you fiddle with your hands or glance around. There was something odd about it; as if you were worried about survival - and not in the economical way most nobles did.
• After that day you were sent a flower and note from the prince - something lyrical about how interesting your meeting was, and how he hopes you’ll continue to hold him in good graces.
• At least you knew from there that Kaeya didn’t deem you an enemy. You’d even replied with a flower in return, one that held a more subte meaning compared to the popular blooms that were normally used.
• Kaeya couldn’t help but smirk at what you sent him; arguably the shortest he’s even gotten in reply to his pretty words, and with a small note hidden on its back:
• ‘Though honestly speaking, I think I’d have better chances facing off with a bear than with you. Your words make quite the sharp blade, my prince.’
• He twirled the flower in his hand. Your speech could be cold, but the thoughtfulness of the bloom suggested sincerity.
• How intriguing indeed…

‘A cursed child from a fallen, forgotten kingdom.’

‘Look at that golden eye! The king and queen were blinded by kindness when they took him in!’

‘Shh! They’ll hear you!’

It didn’t take long for a child to start and believe those rumors, even if just a little.

‘What?’ You laughed, as if it was the silliest thing in the world. ‘I’ve seen monsters, Kaeya. And you’re certainly not one of them.’

Sometimes he wondered if your words were empty ones - then he remembers the look in your eyes, the kind that’s as desperate as him to live in peace.

…Maybe he’ll let himself believe in words like that, just this once.

• Childe was a foreign nobleman that visited your kingdom often. Granted, not many knew of his reasons for being here, but the money in his pockets and friendly smiles were more than enough to win them over.
• Your home was no Snezhnaya, but the glow of the marketplace in winter was quite reminiscent of his snow-covered memories. That’s where you bump into Childe, who was there in hopes of finding souvenirs for his siblings.
• You were simply there to enjoy the day and nice weather, so when the man offers to treat you to lunch in exchange for a bit of local expertise, who were you to deny him?
• Childe was aware that part of your motives was to see if he was a potential ally. But he didn’t mind that in the least - considering how he was doing the same. Eventually Childe deems you worthy of befriending, and invites you to an event his ‘friends’ were hosting on the weekend.
• You soon find out it’s not like any social event you’ve attended before
• So this was what Childe’s been up to… tracking down criminals from his home that were stirring trouble elsewhere.
• Childe likes how you’re not afraid to lie and cheat to get things done. The more ruthless you are when faced with a situation, the more blatantly Childe would brag about your friendship with others; there’s a nice balance between regular fun and Childe inviting you to help with his other work.
• The inclusivity surpasses that of his route in the game, which only gave the MC a brief idea of his underground life and limited the player’s actual contributions to help. There, Childe hadn’t wanted to put them at risk. Here, you were his teammate.
• You once found yourself in a very illegal, incredibly hidden casino. (With disguises, of course). You spent the night collecting intel and keeping track of people of interest, but much to your surprise the casino erupted into a fight from an argument, resulting in Childe defending you from getting hurt.
• (Okay, so maybe he was just itching to join too - it’s not often he gets to fight hand-to-hand)

“Do you want another drink?” Childe asked as he clinked his glass against yours. “They seem to have quite the menu.”

“You seem to be having fun with this,” You deadpanned. “Thank you for the offer, but I’m fine. I’d much rather we figure out how we can catch that man.”

“We could join his table. I’m quite curious as to how well you can play, comrade.”

“…I’d probably lose all your money.”

He barely batted an eyelid, having the nerve to smile as he passed you a heavy pouch. “So is that a yes?" 

• Xiao was one of the best swordsmen that worked for your family. In about a year’s time, he would be promoted to become a royal knight, and the game would begin soon after.
• You’d planned to avoid him for the most part - if you simply didn’t antagonize him or the MC when they arrived, you were quite sure there were no repercussions to be faced.
• But that was hard when he lived and worked at your manor, and you find yourself encountering Xiao many times; some ended with a simple greeting and glance, others involved formal events where you were actually being escorted by him.
• Now, Xiao’s not one to really care for what others think of him, but seeing as you were one of the people he’s meant to protect and you seemed wary, Xiao starts to pay closer attention to you.
• He promised Zhongli before that he’d strive to do his job well and make him proud, so it was only logical that Xiao doesn’t let this go until he figures out what’s wrong.
• Were you receiving threats from unknown sources? Was he simply too intimidating that even you had started to avoid him? If he wanted to be a knight, Xiao had to be reliable and trustworthy enough that you’d come to him for help, so he tries a few times to initiate conversation when he’s off-duty and bumps into you.
• It was definitely an uphill battle, but you eventually gave in one day and resigned yourself to the fact that you could not in fact avoid him.
• From there a friendship starts to develop! Because Xiao isn’t the type to push (unless it’s related to your safety), you find yourself more comfortable around him than any of the others (they were all nobles, after all. And while your character was one as well… you originally weren’t, so it’s only natural that it starts to become stressful, living in such a foreign world while feigning familiarity.)
• You grew hopeful that when the MC of the game does enter this world, Xiao would still be in your corner like he assured you he’d be.
• …Yet you remembered how he was one of the most loyal in the game’s route, and a bittersweet feeling blooms in your heart at the idea that one day, he might leave you for real.

“Hey, Xiao.”

“Yes?”

“Remember the promise you made? To always be there when I called?”

“Of course.” He met your gaze.

“You don’t have to worry about that anymore,” You played with your hands. “I wouldn’t expect you to, seeing as you’re not bound to our house any longer.”

Silence followed, before finally: “I wouldn’t mind keeping that promise.” At your surprised look, Xiao merely shrugs. “What kind of knight would I be if my loyalty was that cheap? While it may not be my job to continue to guard you, I’d still come if you needed me.” A pause. “I’d like to think I’m not that shallow of a person, at least.”

That was the day you formally became friends and would address one-another as such. The insecurity in your heart lessened bit by bit. You never took Xiao as one to send letters, but he did every few weeks just to keep in contact with you. 

It was fun. You looked forward to the next time you’d meet; even if the player may be in the picture by then.

Right, Xiao’s loyalty isn’t that cheap.

You chose to believe in those words as you started to write a reply to him, the parchment crinkling under your touch.

mhm yeah

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Genshin Impact: Jean and Diluc

Previous: CHAPTER 1

Chapter 2: Time Will Make Us Stronger 

Three days had passed since the last time Jean and Diluc had met, that was the night when Jean had approached Diluc to give him her answer about his marriage proposal. Before they parted ways that night, he told her to meet him at the Northeast of Danyu Ruins in Liyue on top of the mountain and that was why she was here at this moment. 

She was wearing a dress in white, dark blue, teal and gold that stopped mid calf, it was the dress she wore whenever she had to go outside as an adventurer. She found wearing a dress inconvenient, especially the one she wore on a regular basis, but having the dress above her ankles was already such a compromise with her mother. 

Jean couldn’t help but sigh aloud.

“Oh, you are here.” A familiar voice said from behind her, and Jean turned around startled for a second.

“Hello.” She said and for a split second contemplated on how to call him. “Diluc.” She settled, and the man with red hair was surprised by how she called him and the familiarity and affection that seemed to envelope his name. Diluc found that it was oddly comforting and yet so abstract, quite unfamiliar in fact. 

“Jean.” He called out quietly, and Jean too felt the odd sense of familiarity and affection he did when she called his name, but it was something the two would never know they mutually felt at that very moment. Their beating hearts were synced for a few seconds with a steady thunderous pace, but the one with red hair pursed their lips and the other took a deep breath to concentrate on anything but their loud heartbeats.

“Well, I have to say this now, but I do hope that is not what you wear when you go out to fight.” Diluc said, and Jean looked at him with a small roll of her eyes and a smirk.

“Of course this is what I wear. As a Gunnhildr, I was raised to be more of a lady than a warrior.” She simply replied but Diluc noted the tightness of her voice and the thin line on her lips.

“And you are unhappy about that.” Diluc simply stated and Jean snickered softly. 

“Of course I am, we wouldn’t be here if I were not.” Jean tried to contain the anger but Diluc could hear it clearly.

“That is not wrong.” He looked at her with gentle eyes. “Jean.” The woman pressed her lips, the meaning this time was different, she wished her heart didn’t skip a beat when he  called her name.

“How did you know that I wanted to learn how to use the sword?” Jean finally asked what had been bothering her since he whispered her secret into her ears those many moons ago– the first time they met.

“It was the way you looked.” Hearing his calm reply Jean’s eyes flickered at him and brows came close to each other to show her confusion. “At first I wasn’t sure what you were looking at, but I observed the situation and then it became very clear– you longed to hold the sword.” The certainty in his voice made Jean smile at him with sincerity. It was bizarre that someone she had just met would see something so personal about her in their first meeting.

“They say that if you had gotten your vision at a younger age, you would not be a catalyst user and that you would be doing greater things.” There was a sadness that passed Jean’s face that Diluc noticed but he continued on. “And seeing your longing, I could tell, you would have chosen your weapon differently had you gotten your vision at a younger age.”

“You’re right.” Jean admitted in a soothing manner as she looked away from him. “I would have chosen differently, but I got my vision when I was eighteen, this-” Jean gestured around her with her palms facing the sky. “ This is the only other option available to me.” 

Diluic did not go any further for he believed she would not answer. They were barely acquaintances and yet they have already agreed to marry one another. There was nothing he could say that would probably comfort her. 

“Thank you for willing to train me.” Jean softly spoke and Diluc stared at her indifferently. 

“Well, first I have to see what I am working with.” Jean nodded at his words. “But we can’t really see how you would fair with hand to hand combat with that skirt. Observing your footwork to the fullest would also be out of the question.” He sighed softly, “I can, however, observe your fighting with your catalyst instead.”

“Alright, starting on our next meeting I will wear a more appropriate attire.” Jean replied but her face was grim as she thought of how she would go about her excuses to her family. 

Diluc studied Jean steadily and concluded, “I think pants would suit you well.” 

Jean gazed at him with clear surprise, and then the words settled into her head. A smile then formed on her lips as she chuckled. “Yes, I have been thinking about that for a while now.” Her grey eyes looked as if it was sparkling to Diluc and he could not help but take in a sharp breath of air at the sight. There was a silence that followed that Diluc decided to break.

“Well then Jean, whenever you are ready.” He said with an arm raised geturing for her to show him her fighting style in the open area. He didn’t want his mind to think about her, other than the training he promised he would give her.

“Of course.” A simple reply as Jean took her stance and her catalyst appeared in front of her as she showed him her varying attacks.

When over half an hour passed Diluc told her to stop and she followed her instructions. He observed her quietly as she wiped the minimal sweat on her forehead.

“I am curious, what did you tell your mother to be able to come out here?” He suddenly asked as the thought crossed his mind. She stared at him in mild shock as his train of thought shifted.

“Simple, I said I’m farming materials.” A steady response and their eyes locked.

“It was that easy?” He mumbled, finding it hard to believe.

“I– of course, took extra precautions to ensure that I was not tailed.” Jean added.

“That would be something you will always be doing then– once I start training you seriously.” Diluc unconsciously spoke aloud and Jean frowned.

“That would be a given.” She silently remarked, a fact she knew the moment she decided to take his offer.

The red haired man looked serious as he scrutinized Jean.

Suddenly he spoke, “Let’s go find some hilichurls, I want to observe you fighting an actual enemy.” Diluc stuck his hand out as if he was gripping a sword and the next moment his claymore appeared, a four star weapon as opposed to her five star catalyst. She couldn’t help but furrow her brows for a moment, wondering why a rich man like him would use a four-star weapon. 

“Don’t worry I will back you up when needed.” Hearing that Jean nodded. Perhaps it was preference or sentimental value that he chose such a weapon. And yet this new information nagged at her, why would the richest man use a four star weapon–  in fact, why would the richest man be an average fighter? 

She could feel that something was not adding up.

They didn’t go far to find some hilichurls to fight. Diluc instructed Jean to initiate the fight from their current vantage point from atop a cliff.

“Do you think you can defeat them by yourself?” He asked as they observed the hilichurls.

“Yes.” Jean responded with confidence and Diluc nodded, his eyes locked at the hilichurls. Jean noted his intense gaze, it was the look of a seasoned fighter. She was well aware that today was the observation day for them equally. She had long doubted his abilities being average and his micro-expressions today made her even more convinced that her hypothesis about him is right. He has to be hiding something.

“You will come to my rescue if it comes to it, right?” Jean asked nervously as she laid a hand on Diluc’s forearm. He was startled by the sudden contact and twitched because of it. He turned to look at her, the gaze of a warrior gone and was replaced with gentle reassurance.

“Of course.” His voice was firm and it gave her comfort. 

“Okay, there are five Hilichurls and one Mitachurl with a shield.” Jean clearly pressed her lips when she said shield.  “It’s the Mitachurl I am most worried about.” Jean mumbled as she evaluated how she should fight the group. 

Diluc was captivated by Jean’s seriousness, there was a glint in her eyes that was filled with nervousness and fear and yet it was also clear that she had great potential and ability. She had the look of a warrior in Diluc’s eyes, and he wanted to make that shine even brighter.

“I’ll be here and I guarantee you, I will jump to cover for you the moment I see you struggle.” Diluc spoke and she turned to look at him. His clear voice washed away her nervousness. She was certain that he would  keep his word. 

Jean nodded, “Alright.” And she jumped from the cliff and plunged and attacked the Hilichurls.

Diluc carefully studied her footwork and her movements from the distance on top of the cliff. Even though he said he could not fully study  her maneuverability with her skirt, the fact is he can not deny that she was more than capable. Jean seemed to always keep her distance and kept moving as she attacked. But based on how she was fighting it was clear to Diluc that she relied on back-up on her battles. He could also tell that if she wasn’t wearing a skirt, she would be able to be faster and she would find it easier to move. He was convinced pants would suit her well.

Jean couldn’t see that a Hilichurl was coming from behind her and Diluc quickly jumped off the cliff and landed in front of the Hiluchurl. Jean was startled by the sound and impact, she turned around to see Diluc slice a Hilichurl down.

She sighed aloud in pure relief seeing him cover her. When he suddenly sprinted past her and swung his sword, there was a second that she thought he was aiming his strike on her. But when he passed by her she realized that wasn’t the case, and his posture and the strength in his swing made her question his abilities again. His aim was precise, the strength he put as he swung his sword was controlled– too controlled. 

Having him cover for her gave Jean a strong sense of security, perhaps because it is what she was accustomed to, someone looking out for her when in battle. They fought side by side for a moment and when their enemies had all fallen, Diluc turned to her. His gaze was serene and thoughtful which made Jean’s heart skip a beat. She recalled how awfully perfect his strikes were, his attacks seemed a tad bit too thoughtful.

“Thank you.” She said breathlessly and his eyes were stuck on her lips for a second. 

“I told you– that I would make sure you’re safe.” He mumbled and then suddenly turned around on his heel as he cleared his throat. 

“Well, there is good news.” He continued on, his back facing Jean. It seemed that he was not going to turn and look at her anymore. Jean couldn’t help but press her lips together in displeasement. There was a part of her that wanted him to look at her.

“You’re skilled, I’ll give you that.” He praised quietly. “You show great potential.” He added matter of factly.

“I think you are more capable than you present yourself to be.” Jean started matching his certainty, Diluc turned towards her slightly as he cocked an eyebrow at her. “Let’s stop pretending that we weren’t observing each other today.” 

His low chuckle reached her ears, and Jean’s heart was beating so loudly that she almost missed his reply.

“You’re right, we are just observing each other,” He turned fully towards Jean, a sly smile on his lips that took her breath away. “You are quite observant yourself, don’t make it the death of you.”

She admits that he was rather charming, he was like a flame to a moth. She cleared her throat as she looked away. “And so, Master Diluc, how is my ability?”

He cocked an eye, “Master?” He chuckled. He actually liked the ring when she called him Master and yet, he didn’t want her to call her that too.

“Please, Diluc is fine.” He whispered and she took a step closer to him. 

“But you will be teaching me, I think I should show some respect.” Jean spoke, lightly teasing him, curious how he would react. He closed the distance between them and stared down at her.

“And one day, you will be my wife, I don’t think it is ethical if you call me that and then marry me.” He said softly and Jean couldn’t refute, she was too distracted by his presence, his scent, his breath. He pulled away and turned around from her. 

When she didn’t reply, he vaguely heard her sweet voice say “Yeah.” 

Her reply felt like it was carried by the wind. Her ears were red from the interaction but he did not see it, something she was thankful for.

“Why don’t we go back.” Diluc suggested as he looked up at the cliff in the distance. Jean followed his gaze and observed the wall of rock.

“Alright.” Jean agreed and Diluc walked straight ahead and Jean followed him.

“Your footwork is good.” Diluc opened up after five minutes of silent walking and Jean was startled by his voice but did not know how to reply. “Really light on your feet.” He mumbled more to himself than to inform her of his findings.

“I think you truly do have potential, I would love to be the one to unlock that potential.” He said as he stopped on his tracks to glance at her. The glint in his eyes clearly showed his interest in what kind of things Jean can achieve.

Jean nervously laughed, “That seems like a lot of pressure.” 

He smiled faintly and continued their small trek, “Don’t mind it.” He replied as he thought of the best methods to teach her.

Suddenly he was pulled from his path, soft hands wrapped around his wrist and surprisingly he was pulled backwards towards the perpetrator. Jean’s hand wrapped around Diluc’s wrist, her grey eyes locked on his red gaze. He felt like his breath was knocked out of him. She wasn’t that strong or heavy, and yet she had pulled him back with ease.

“I would like to know how you know about my dress shoppe.” Her gaze was serious and it was clear to Diluc that she did not welcome a lie. Diluc had to be straightforward with her, and oddly enough, he had no intention to lie to those silver eyes.

“I told you, there are many ways,” He said and she scoffed. “There is no information that money cannot buy.” He replied with pressed lips, the hand around his wrist feeling a little bit too hot. She agreed with his statement, with enough money one can have everything.

She chuckled coldly, “When I think about that night you came to me, and mentioned my shoppe, I see how I had given myself away.” Jean tightened her hold on his wrist, Diluc felt that her warmth was something that he would want to get used to, it was a dangerous thought. 

“But I think about that evening, and no matter how I see it– I saw the certainty in your eyes when you claimed that I had changed the finances of my clan. I am aware that you could have meant the joint business adventures I have under the Gunnhildr name, but when you said I could have been a good competitor to you– I knew for certain what you meant. How could you possibly know about Esperaunce?” Jean asked, her gaze was firm. “Do not lie to me.”

“I told you,” Diluc held Jean’s hand that was wrapped around his wrist with his free hand. “Information can be bought with the right price.” A sly little smile on his lips.

He observed her study him, and it was clear in her eyes that she did not believe him.

“What you did to your dress shoppe, The Esperaunce, is a marvel.” He complimented her as he pulled her hand off of his wrist. “Flocked by all men and women, a shoppe that seemed to have been built from the ground up became famous overnight. As a businessman, I have to take note of such a successful business as yours.” He stared at her small hand in his, and he felt the pang in his chest that warned him of these hands. 

Jean’s hands might be soft, fragile and small, but he could feel they could spell his end. He let go of her hand, and as it dropped to her side, Jean wished he had not let go.

“What if the owner of The Esperaunce decides to venture on a different kind of business, maybe even the alcohol business?” Diluc added and Jean frowned, not because of his words but because of the absence of his warmth against her hand. She quietly hid the hand he held behind her back.

“You are that thorough?” She asked, his thoroughness seemed beyond that of a businessman. “Afraid of a little competition?”

“Not afraid, intrigued– and should be prepared.” Diluc corrected, his hands by his side, still feeling her warmth and the softness of those pale hands. He thought for a second that it would be such a pity to have those hands become calloused because of the sword. He should prepare good gloves for her.

“I see.” She mumbled as she saw that he would not answer fully how he knew about her secret.

Diluc looked at her with pressed lips and then said, “Then please explain to me how your dress shoppe fits into whatever plan you had in mind before I came into the picture.” 

There was a glint in Jean’s eyes when she heard Diluc’s query and she could not help but laugh as she covered her curled lips with her fingertips. It resulted in a sensation in Diluc’s chest that he could only describe as a gentle and warm flutter.

“I had initially planned to take the earnings from my shoppe and run away- hence it is under an alias.” She confessed and noticed Diluc’s red brows twitch as if they were going to be drawn near one another, but they never did. “Runway, change my name, have a new identity and train with the sword.” 

“Don’t you think that is a very drastic response?” He said as a brow was raised in her direction with his arms crossing over his chest. “You could just ask your mother to train you.” 

“I couldn’t find the courage to.” Was Jean’s simple response but her voice had cracked and so Diluc could not push the topic any further.

“I have another query for you.” Her gentle voice was like music to Diluc’s ears, he found that he preferred that she kept asking questions, even though he knew she would be asking things he cannot answer. “What would a businessman like you need a potion that alters people’s memories of you?” 

He smiled cunningly at her and then laughed, “Why not? I am a man with a lot of money. I fund multiple projects simply because I have spare change.” He loosely shrugged his shoulders. 

When Jean heard his reasoning she wanted to refute, but it is true, maybe he indeed was just a businessman who had extra Mora to spend, why not have something innovative that he could potentially sell.

“And yet that potion is sold in the black market.” Jean mumbled and she clearly saw how Diluc’s gaze turned dark as he narrowed his eyes on her. 

“If you obtained it in such a way, I advise that you stop buying such a product.” Diluc warned.

“But you and I both know I need it.” She remarked and narrowed her eyes. 

“Then I will provide it for you, dear future wife.” He replied coldly, even though he called her wife, Jean could feel how unfriendly his tone with her has become.

“Alright, husband.” She replied firmly and Diluc looked startled at being called husband. “Do not think that I will back down now. I will marry you no matter what, as long as you hold your end of the bargain.” 

Diluc frowned at her words, “I am a man of my word.” 

His reply made Jean want to scoff and tell him the rumors told her otherwise. But the nagging feeling that Diluc was more than he presented himself tugged at her heart and gut so heavily that she maintained her silence instead. Well, perhaps for now, she shall see what he really has to offer. 

She recalled how he had fought the Hilichurls, thinking of the scene, she could see that he was well versed in battle, so why is there rumors that he was an average fighter?

“A deal is a deal, Diluc.” Jean spoke as she stuck her hand out toward him. He gazed at her with narrowed eyes and shook it.

“A deal is a deal.” He repeated. 

“Well we can’t do much now, especially with that skirt,” Diluc’s red eyes glanced at Jean’s skirt. “Therefore we shall continue in two days’ time.” Diluc said as he retracted his hand. “I have devised a plan, and we shall meet at Liyue for your training.” Diluc said and Jean tilted her head in thought as she crossed her arms.

“As you can see,” He gestured around them. “Liyue has a lot of open fields that are far from any civilization, an ideal place to train you whilst keeping it a secret.” Jean nodded as a breeze blew past them. “We won’t be staying at the same place, we will keep moving. After each lesson, I will tell you where we will meet next. I will have the spot scouted and make sure it is protected, so you do not have to worry about being caught as that is your wish. But with your current ability, we cannot jump into sword  training, we need to work on your reflexes and hand-to-hand combat.” 

His tone as he scrutinized her ability made Jean wonder if all average fighters would have that kind of tone and insight or was it something only master fighters would have. If it was the latter, then Diluc has been playing the entire people of Teyvat as fools.

“I understand.” Jean replied, no matter if he was a good fighter or not, at least now she had an actual teacher to teach her and a future husband to sate her mother and the people. When she can prove that she can master the shortsword her dream will soon be fulfilled.

~.~.~.~.~

Two days later Jean arrived at the appointed meeting place. She wore a pair of black pants, black boots and a white poet blouse. The appointed meeting place was in a secluded area, far from a Teleport Waypoint at the North of Qingxu Pool at Liyue.

Jean had arrived a bit earlier than the intended time, but Jean had no choice, she wasn’t sure if she would make it in time if she had not gone out earlier. She admitted that she was slightly afraid. What she was doing– what she will be doing had been her dream for so long.

“You’re early.” She turned around with wide eyes to find the owner of a familiar male voice. They had only met four times and yet she could recognize his voice so well already.

“Well, I had to make sure I wasn’t tailed.” She replied as she studied the man before her. He looked calm and laid-back, quite different from the man she had met at the balls and the man in the rumors.

“That seems like a lot of trouble.” He remarked casually and she pressed her lips.

“I don’t want to be caught.” She simply said in a soft voice, and he looked at her with a vaguely raised brow.

“You know, you could just try and ask your mother to teach you swordsmanship.” As he finished his sentence a strong gust of wind blew across the field and both their hair blew into the wind.

Jean tucked a stray hair strand as the gust of wind disappeared and with casted down eyes she said, “It isn’t as easy as you think.”

And Diluc simply shrugged his shoulders. 

“It’s good to see you wearing pants.” She stared at him with a slightly tilted head. “I have to evaluate your reflexes again without the obstruction that is your skirt.” He added and a fist was suddenly aimed towards Jean’s face, with widened eyes she was able to dodge it. There was an evident displeased expression on Diluc’s face.

“Let me see your stance.” He commanded as he stood with his fighting form. Jean showed her fighting pose and he narrowed his eyes taking note of her posture. And he threw weak punches as she dodged them perfectly. Soon he put more power on his punches and she was still able to dodge them. And the cycle continued until his punches toward her were too strong and too fast that Jean could barely dodge them. A fist was going towards Jean’s face, and she froze because she knew she could not dodge it and that it would surely hit her. She closed her eyes, anticipating the blow but it never came. 

When she opened her eyes she met Diluc’s steady gaze.

“I wouldn’t hit you.” Jean couldn’t help but smirk at such simple words.

“Well, Jean.” He said his eyes stuck on her lips still seeing the smirk that has long passed. And for Jean her heart couldn’t help but skip a beat when she heard him say her name. “Your reflexes are rather impressive. Your footwork is also quite good. I find it hard to believe you have never trained.” His eyes suddenly looked at her silver eyes. Jean was startled and she blinked a couple times as she waited for him to continue. 

Diluc sighed softly and then said, “You must have trained a bit.” 

With evasive eyes, Jean confessed quietly. “I did a little training from within my bedroom walls.”

Diluc had a displeased look laced with sadness but just pressed his lips and said nothing about the matter.

“It would be best to train everyday and correct your reflexes.” He thought aloud. “But I am certain we are both pretty busy people, right? The best thing to do is try to train together as often as we can, maybe once every two days if it is possible. And then you try to practice at home yourself.” He looked at her keenly. 

“Yes, that seems to be the only possible thing to do.” Jean replied and he nodded his head. 

“With that said, punch me.” Diluc instructed and she followed. He blocked her punch but held it gently where she had aimed. “You see, you should not be standing like that, and your fist should be, excuse me–” Diluc then lightly touched her as he corrected her stance. In all honesty Jean couldn’t consider it a touch, as it was as if he was afraid to really touch her.

They spend their day just like that, Diluc correcting her stance and discussing the best way to go about defending herself. He would then let her continue to do the same movements to try and reconstruct her bad habits. He was surprised how her potential shined even more now that she was not wearing a long skirt.

After a few hours, Diluc offered that they take a break and Jean nodded in response.

“I’m curious about something.” Jean opened up as she caught her breath and wiped the sweat from her forehead. Diluc raised a brow at her, a gesture for her to continue on.

“Why would you want to teach me?” She asked as another gust of wind blew through the field. Diluc couldn’t help but chuckle at her words.

“I would say: you were not exactly hiding your interest in learning the sword.” And Diluc laughed when he saw Jean vaguely pout and glare and she was startled by his laughter that the pout and glare disappeared as quickly as it appeared. “I saw your gaze and I thought that: it was interesting, a lady like you, that interested in the sword. I happened to see the glimmer in your eyes everytime you so happened to glance at a sword a few times, which then resulted in the evening of our first meeting. ” Their eyes were locked at one another, and the silence that came was comforting.

“A lady like me?” She echoed the words softly, and Jean found it odd that she did not find those words offensive as normally she found some kind of offense in those kinds of words.

“The moment I realized your desire, I felt that you were destined to be a great swordsman. That spark I saw– that was the look of a warrior– a natural fighter.” Jean’s eyes slightly widened at his voiced out expectations of her. “And now–today, I know without a doubt that you will be a great swordsman.” The certainty in his eyes baffled Jean, and she felt a warmth in her chest that she could not explain.

Their previous meeting in Liyue was intense in it’s own way, and yet today their interaction was more subdued, almost as if they were afraid of one another, but there was still an intensity that was difficult to subdue. It was like they felt that they should keep each other at a distance, but the reason why they are even here in the first place required them to always be touching, to always be close. It was rather stifling.

“Then, let’s go take a break.” She agreed to his suggestion before their conversation as it seemed like it was the only thing to diffuse the sudden tenseness in the air. Diluc guided her under the shade of a tree and Jean sighed as she sat down against the tree’s trunk. She grabbed a small towel and wiped her sweat off.

“Here.” Diluc offered and she looked up to find him holding a cup of apple cider. 

“Oh, thank  you.” Jean replied as she took the drink. Once she accepted it Diluc leaned on the other tree to her right and closed his eyes quietly.

Jean was aware that he did not want to discuss anything with her anymore, it seemed that he was troubled, but she had no right to ask him. So she kept her silence as she caught her breath and sipped the apple cider. She suddenly closed her eyes as she felt a nice gust of wind stirring, and then a pair of red eyes opened to gaze at the blonde woman.

A gust of wind blew towards Jean, Diluc was shielded by the tree’s trunk. He studied how her lips curled a bit as she enjoyed the wind.

This was still their fourth meeting, but he can already feel the shift in their relationship, he was convinced that Jean could feel it too. She truly was dangerous. 

After thirty minutes of resting in silence they continued with their training till three in the afternoon.

“I still think it would be best to meet everyday, but considering how busy we are, every two to three days will have to suffice.” Diluc said again to Jean and she nodded. “You are surprisingly a very quick study, it truly is a shame you did not choose to learn the sword earlier.” 

Jean frowned at his comment but kept her silence, Diluc noticed her reaction but did not prod into the matter. The two had to be cautious around each other, and try to limit their interactions, at least they should.

“I have been curious since the last time we met, but when you go out for your adventure’s, are you normally with a party?” Diluc spoke, diverting the topic instead.

Jean glanced at him with furrowed brows, “How did you know?” She asked but quickly regretted it as he was likely to tell her that there were ways to know such information.

But Diluc surprised her by saying, “It was your fighting style. When you fought the Hilichurls and the Mitachurl your fighting style seemed heavily reliant on back up.”

She nodded at his observation, “That is the truth. I recognize how vulnerable I am when I am alone, it is why I wish to know how to use the sword. If I can use the sword I can still cause some physical damage with my weapon alone, I would feel much safer.” 

“Is that your drive?” He asked her, slightly sounding displeased but she shook her head which was unexpected.

“It isn’t that alone.” Her voice was calm and sincere and Diluc was somehow touched and proud at hearing her response. He felt that once she masters the sword, he would be a very proud teacher.

“Then where shall we meet next?” Jean inquired and Diluc responded.

~.~.~.~.~.~

On the day of the next meeting of Jean and Diluc, Jean was summoned by her mother to discuss something at the drawing room. Jean was sitting on the couch waiting for her mother, tea and treats were laid on the table in front of her.

“Jean.” Frederica, an older woman called Jean as she entered the room. Her blonde hair was similar to that of Jean’s but was wrapped in a low bun and her eyes were blue like Barbara’s. This was Barbara and Jean’s mother, Head of the Gunnhildr Clan and special advisor of the Knights of Favonius. She wore black fitted pants, a white blouse, black boots. She unhooked the sword on her waist as she approached her eldest daughter.

“We must talk.” She sounded awfully serious, that Jean was a tad bit worried, but she maintained her calm. Frederica’s heels clacking as she made her way to Jean.

“Of course, mother.” She replied as Jean carefully poured her mother some tea in an empty cup as Freerica approached her daughter. Jean was not surprised that they had to talk, after all her mother had summoned her and Jean was very aware of the rumors out in Mondstadt.

“There are rumors, Jean.” Frederica said as she sat on the seat on Jean’s left and as she placed her sword against the table. Jean simply raised a brow at her mother as she lifted her tea cup. “It’s about you Jean.” Her mother’s tone made Jean think that she should be worried about these rumors because it was very detrimental to her, but Jean wasn’t. 

Of course, she did have a say on the details of the rumor, and she had played a part in it, but that is something her mother would never know. To Frederica, however, she had thought that it was just her daughter acting nonchalant as always. 

“Mother, the ones that I am looking for a spouse?” Jean asked as she took a sip on her tea, feigning ignorance calmly.

“No, child, that you are already matched!” Frederica said with a slightly raised tone, it was clear that Jean’s mother was annoyed at the rumor.

“Oh? And who is my lucky match?” Jean asked as she chuckled and took another sip from her tea. Jean was the epitome of calmness. The unworried state of Jean made Frederica feel that her daughter was not taking this seriously.

“Jean, this is regarding your future!” Frederica said the anger in her voice could not be denied now. Jean sighed and set her tea cup down. 

“But isn’t it your wish that I find a match?” Jean said feigning perfect confusion as if she had no hand to what kind of rumor would spread about her. 

“You aren’t matched yet, but with these rumors that you are, there is no man who is willing to consider you as their spouse anymore.” Frederica’s hands were evidently shaking from anger. “This is your future that I have worked hard to protect– your image!” Frederica looked like she was about to burst into tears.

Jean sighed, “Mother, do not think that I do not understand your worry,” she rested a hand on her mother’s shaking hand, she almost felt guilty for the role she played. “But– perhaps this is a blessing in disguise.” 

Frederica glared up at her daughter when she heard her opinion. Frederica looked as though she was ready to bark at her daughter, but she kept quiet waiting for her daughter to continue instead.

“I have been contemplating for months now– how to break this to you,” Jean looked hesitant as she avoided Frederica’s blue eyes momentarily. “But now that the situation has become like this, I find that this must be the only way I can tell you now.” Jean carefully spoke which made Frederica frightened.

“Are you truly with a lover?” Frederica asked in disbelief, she had not raised her daughter like this and yet– Frederica did.

Jean gently shook her head, “No mother, on the contrary I have no lover, but that is the thing mother–” Jean took her tea cup and took another sip, Frederica quietly observing her in anticipation.

“Daughter, what is it?” She couldn’t help but ask when Jean was dallying.

Jean sighed again, setting her tea cup down, looking very much distressed, “Mother, I wish to choose who I marry.”

The sigh of relief from Frederica was loud, “Oh Jean, why didn’t you say so?” 

Jean was genuinely surprised by her mother’s reaction, that the hand that had reached out for her tea cup froze.

“I have always thought that you wished to choose your spouse, but as the years passed and you have not said anything, I took it upon myself as your mother to seek a spouse for you.” Frederica looked so relieved that she finally glanced at her tea cup with a faint smile on her lips. “Thank you.” She added as she picked up the cup with tea.

“Is there someone you have your eyes on Jean?” Frederica inquired and she saw the glint in her daughter’s eyes when she asked. 

Jean saw how her mother’s gentle eyes became observant, she knew she had given herself away.

“No mother, there is no one as of the moment.” She replied cautiously as she kept a keen eye on her mother, it was evident her mother did not believe her.

“Of course.” Frederica replied, hiding away her scrutinizing gaze. “I am glad you have the courage to tell me, it is unfortunate that it had to reach this extent for you to tell me. But Jean, I am always wanting what is best for you.” 

Before Jean could reply the door opened revealing a long haired man with blonde hair like Barbara’s. His eyes however, were like Jean’s beautiful silver eyes. 

“Frederica, the Knights of Favonius are looking for you.” Came in the voice of Jean’s father. Both women frowned, and with a sigh Frederica got up while picking up her sword.

“I must see to this situation, Jean. I am glad that this situation was cleared up.” Frederica said and Jean could see the little plot her mother had through Frederica’s blue eyes. 

“Seamus, the situation has been handled.” Frederica said as she walked towards him.

“Oh?” He replied, glancing at the calm countenance of his daughter on the couch.

“We shall do nothing about the rumors.” Frederica summarized and Seamus raised a brow.

“Oh?” He repeated in shock and Frederica nodded, she placed a hand on Seamus’ shoulder.

“I think it best that our daughter explain why.” Frederica suggested and he nodded as he watched his beloved wife walk away, holding her sword. Seamus stepped into the room and closed the door once he saw that she was meters away.

“What is this about not clearing this rumor, my dear?” Seamus asked sincerely as he walked to where his wife had previously sat.

“I wish to find my own spouse father, to get to choose, this rumor will just aid in this venture.” Jean smiled warmly at her father.

“Oh, my dear, then I wish for nothing but your happiness.” Seamus’ grey eyes crinkled in delight at the thought of his daughter marrying for love.

“Like you and mother.” Jean whispered and Seamus smiled at her.

“Marriage comes with difficulty, Jean. Do not forget that.” Seamus said, his grey eyes looking sad for a moment. 

Jean did not know how to respond to his father, but with pressed lips she quietly said, “Yes, father.”

That day Jean was unable to mean Diluc due to her mother’s heavy surveillance. Jean could tell when she had her discussion with her mother that Frederica Gunnhildr was suspicious of her daughter’s claims of not having a lover. She tried to act calmly and tried her best to shake off the extra eyes on her, but it proved to be rather difficult and she was going to be late. 

Jean sighed and simply stopped trying to shake them off. She hoped that Diluc had not waited for her for hours, and hoped that her tardiness was a clear indication that she would not be able to be there for training. Instead, Jean went about her day as the daughter of the Head of the Gunnhildr Clan. She managed the finances and checked on business ventures that she established under the Gunnhildr name. In the evenings, in the darkness of her room, she would be practicing what Diluc had taught her prior.

However, her tight security did not lessen as the days passed and Jean could not escape the men that her mother had placed on her. Jean had even gone so far as to hire a party so that she may consistently farm materials as was her excuse when she would meet Diluc at Liyue. It was unfortunate that she had no means of contacting Diluc without alerting her mother, so leaving a note at Angel’s share was not an option. 

Jean was certain that Diluc must already be aware of her situation, especially with the kind of resources that he seemed to love to flaunt to her. All Jean can do now is patiently wait for her mother’s interest to vanish and if not, she will confront her mother herself.

“Sister.” Barbara suddenly came into her room worried and Jean turned to face Barbara in confusion.  

It had been over a week since Jean had last seen Diluc. Barbara carefully closed and locked Jean’s bedroom door. Barbara approached Jean who was on her desk reviewing the numbers on their family ledger.

“There was a note left,” Barbara whispered once she got close to her sister and then leaned near Jean’s ear and quietly added, “at The Espauraunce–” Barbara held a white envelope to her sister secretly. “It had no addressee or anything but the instructions were to give it to the owner but–”

Jean grabbed the paper and opened the note due to the worried tone of her dear younger sister. She quickly opened the envelope and unfolded the letter and in a neat and obviously feminine handwriting, it said: I hope you are doing what we have discussed, Jean.

The letter did not have a signature at the top but Jean was certain this note came from Diluc. Jean couldn’t help but smirk, he went out of his way to remind her to train.

“What does that mean?” Barbara asked worriedly.

“It was just someone reminding me of a business venture.” Jean looked up at her sister with a sweet smile.

The Gift: Chapter 1

CHAPTER 2: Childhood ARC

Genshin Impact: Diluc X Jean

In the master bedroom at the Dawn Winery Manor laid a woman with blonde hair. She was sleeping on her side, and the thick blankets were up over her shoulders. It was so late in the evening and the woman was in deep sleep and so when the door creeks open, she did not even stir one bit.

A figure walks across the chamber quietly. It was a male and he seemed familiar with the room. The thick coat over his shoulders looking like it was weighing him down too much that it was difficult to walk.

He unclasps his coat and tossed it on a chair with a thud. The woman in bed stirs at the sound for a second but doesn’t wake from it. He places his claymore near the empty side of the bed. He sat on the chair where he placed his coat and unties his boots. He soon undresses and changes into comfortable sleepwear. He tiptoes to the bed, his red eyes gazing fondly at the familiar blonde head.

He gets into the bed and under the sheets, but his added weight caused the sleeping blonde to stir. And he could sense that she was waking.

“I’m sorry to wake you.” He mumbles reaching her side, his chest against her back. His hand looking for her hand under the sheets. He finds her hand on top of her bulging stomach.

“Diluc.” Her voice sounded so sweet even though she was barely awake. Realizing that it was him, her grey-blue eyes slowly close again.

“How are you and our baby?” He asks as he plants a kiss on her shoulder. She pulls her hand out of his hand, and replaces it on top of his hand, brushing her thumb against his knuckles.

“We’re doing alright.” He pulls himself closer to her and he heard her soft giggle.

“How was your day?” She asked fighting her sleepiness in order to a hold conversation.

“It was exhausting.” He mumbles into her shoulder and he heard her hum faintly. “I’m glad your safe.”

“I should be saying that…” She replied faintly, failing to fight her drowsiness.

“I’m sorry, Jean.” He whispered but she was already fast asleep.

The next day, Jean the blonde woman woke up without the red headed Diluc by her side. The sun was about to come out from the horizon. She carefully got out of bed, she looked at her bed side table and saw that there was a blue shawl on top.

“Diluc must have prepared it…” She smiled softly at the thought of him carefully picking and placing the shawl there. She wears the shawl over her shoulder and gently rub her stomach.

She stands up her and white dress almost touching the wooden floor. And she walks towards the window across the bed. And she notices him outside swinging his claymore. She stood there for a long moment to admire the man swinging his sword. His red hair and his red eyes and pale skin. She loved everything about him. And now she was here, she looks around the room with fond memories of the man outside. And slowly she walked to the door.

When she reached the flight of stairs, she couldn’t help but sigh. Before she could take a step down, she hears someone call her.

“Master Jean!” Adelinde, the head maid rushed to her side from down the flight of stairs. Normally Jean should have been called lady or mistress, but Diluc had specifically instructed for Jean to be called Master. Whatever title he had, she did too.

“Adelinde, hello.” She chuckles as the maid gripped Jean’s right hand while Jean’s other hand was holding the railing.

“You should have summoned someone to assist you.” The lady in her black and white uniform said frantically. Her blonde hair was a browner than Jean’s.

“I’m pregnant, not injured.” Jean playfully rolls her eyes. And Adelinde complained under her breath. But Jean was not able to catch what she was saying because she was focused on walking down the steps.

They took their time getting down the stairs, and Jean thanked Adelinde, and insisted she didn’t need any further assistance.

“Good Morning, Master Jean.” Ernest greets.

“Good Morning to you too.”

She opens the door and steps out on the courtyard. And walks to where Diluc was, but he had sensed her meters away.

“Good Morning.” He said when she reached him. His sword no longer in his hands, but now floating behind him.

“Indeed, the morning is good.” She replied wrapping her arms around his waist. And she rested the side of her head on his shoulder.

“I’m sweaty…” He mumbles but she doesn’t budge.

After a while he said, “You must miss it…” She looks at him. “I-I took everything from you.” He whispered softly with hesitation.

And she pulled away from him with her hands on his shoulders, her brows furrowed. “Diluc…”

But he avoided her grey-blue eyes. Her face became stern and she pulled his chin to make him look at her. And there it was, the serious look of the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius or in her case—FormerActing Grand Master. The guilt weighing down on him and he found that he couldn’t look her in the eyes again.

“Diluc.” The sternness was gone, and her voice sounded hurt. His eyes flickered back at her, and his heart ache for causing her sadness.

“I’m sorry.” He apologizes and pulls her closer when she was about to pull away. And she tried to brush his hands away with weak hands as she averted his eyes. “I’m sorry.” He apologized again and leans his forehead against hers, giving her no choice but to look at him.

“I just…” He looks at her with pain in his red eyes. “If you weren’t pregnant—if you didn’t get involved with me, you would probably be the Grand Master by now…”

“Is that why you’ve been acting cold lately?” She inquires, placing her hands below his ears and he vaguely nodded.

“I took everything from you.” He says drawing her into an embrace. And she gently pushes him off of her. He looks at her both confused and hurt and she looks at him with gentle sternness and love.

“No, you did not.” She chuckles. “I married you.” And she saw the small pout on his lips.

“You didn’t get to become Grand Master because of me.” She playfully pushes him.

“I don’t know where this insecurity is coming from, but do you regret marrying me?” His eyes widened.

“No! Of course not!” An instant answer.

“And I do not too.” She leans onto his forehead. There was silence for a few minutes.

“It’s just that if you didn’t, then you could be Grand Master—wasn’t that your dream?” He finally said with a wavering voice.

“No.” She answered automatically in such a gentle tone. And he pulled his head away to look at her in wonder. “It isn’t. I thought it was. But I only became Acting Grand Master because the Grand Master was away. I took the responsibility because it was only me who was able to. It isn’t my dream.” She touches her belly.

“But this,” And she points to her and then him. “And this,” She places both her hands on her belly with a gentle gazed casted down. “Is something I really want for myself. I can finally just be me. I don’t have to worry about everyone else, I don’t have to put aside my desires because I worry about everyone’s safety. I just want to worry about our child’s now.” The sad look in Diluc’s eyes seem to lessen but Jean could tell that he still had his worries.

“It must be odd, I found it odd too. Not caring about every citizen of Mondstadt as I used to. But I finally get it when they said that having a child changes you. I still wish for everyone’s safety, but now I don’t have to work myself to death and overlook my health for everyone else’s. I can watch the grapes grow everyday and see our child grow. I can always pick up my sword after I give birth. I could still choose to fight too, and I know you won’t stop me. But I want to enjoy this moment of stillness for me. So, don’t feel like you stole everything from me, because in all honesty, you gave me everything.”

Her gentle eyes gaze at him with unhidden adoration. And he cups her cheek and he brushes his finger on her cheek and she savors the touch of a calloused hand.

“You know how-“ She struggled for the right word. “Difficult it is, to be born as a Gunnhildr, and how pressuring that was. A life without duty and responsibility was shocking at first, but now I realized what I was not able to experience because of the kind of life I lived. And for that I thank you, Diluc.”

And he nodded shyly at what she said, and she chuckled. She pulls him into a kiss, and he was startled for a moment.

“After I give birth, we have to spar.” She says as she pulled away and he laughed.

“Well, I think it will take some time for you to even beat me.” He says and playfully adds. “Not that you ever have.” She playfully rolls her eyes as she took a step away from him, a sly smile on her lips.

“Oh, ever the humble man you are.” And he laughs and takes a step closer to her.

“I do look forward on having my ass served though.” He pulls her into his chest again and she laughs.

“Then I have to train really hard to defeat the Darknight Hero.” And she hears him grunt as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“You’re going to tell that to our children, won’t you?” He complains lightly and she laughs as she nods, her eyes closing. “Is your head aching?”

“Yeah, just a little bit.” And she felt herself being lifted off the ground. And she settles in his arms, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. When she hears his footsteps hit the stairs, she rubs her head against his neck.

“I’m glad I said yes when you told me to stay at the Winery.” Diluc pauses to open the door. “Imagine if I had stayed in Mondstadt as a Member of the Knights and worst—Acting or being the actual Grand Master. With all the stairs and stress, I’m afraid…” Her eyes were now open as she placed a hand on her stomach. He leans his head against hers.

“I think you would be able to handle it…” He mumbles absent-mindedly.

“No. I would not risk it.” And he stared at her and blinked, a soft smile.

“Of course.”

“I can walk now.” She attempts to stand but he does not let her.

“It’s okay, I can carry you.”

“No, I am fat and heavy.” She pouts playfully. Since she married, she slowly became playful and then eventually there was a playfulness that stuck to her.

“You’re not fat, your pregnant.” He chuckles and she nodded solemnly.

“Will you be leaving again?” She asks leaning into his shoulder again and he starts climbing the steps to the second floor carefully.

“I don’t know. I have left you here alone, long enough.” She pulled her head away from his shoulder and observed his face.

“Really? You’re staying?” She asks softly, afraid that she was hearing things. He had been away most of the time—and it clicked, with the conversation they just had outside.

“That’s why you kept leaving, you were picking up my workload too.” He paused hearing it, and for a moment his facial expression had the slightest hint of guilt. “I know how important protecting Mondstadt is for you, but being their protector twenty-four/ seven to make out for me not protecting it, is crazy!”

“I just—”

“No.” She twists her body as they arrived at the second floor. He conceded and put her down.

“Monstadt lost a good protector…” He says with a grim smile on his lips, and she places her hands on his shoulders.

“I’m not dead.” She deadpanned and he looks at her lovingly.

“I know, I’m sorry.” She shook her head and pulled away.

“Please, please take care of yourself.” She says walking away from him, her hands on her stomach. He stared at the figure walking away from him solemnly. He could tell she was upset and jogged to catch up to her.

“I’m sorry, I thought it was your dream. So, I wanted to keep it alive.” He says blocking her path.

“I could have died with all the workload I wanted to carry.” She looks at him grimly. “And the thing is, that would have been normal.” She sighs as she attempts to walk around him, but instead was captured by his arms.

“I’m staying.” He tells her, his red eyes sternly look at her grey-blue eyes.

“Alright.” She tries to push him away.

“Jean.” He hugs her tightly. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.” She continues to attempt and remove herself off of his embrace. And suddenly, his lips were against hers. And unconsciously knowing that there was no one else at the second floor, a soft moan escapes from Jean. Diluc pulls her closer while deepening his kiss, and she kisses back.

“You scoundrel.” She mumbles as his lips brush her neck.

“Let me make it up to you.” He whispers by her ear and then plants a kiss on her jaw and she moans. “I can’t believe I got to marry you.”

“You said the same thing right after the wedding.” She mumbles breathlessly.

“It is an interesting turn of events.” He says matter-of-factly as he pulls away to look at her.

“And to think we almost missed one another.” She says blinking her daze away.

“Hmm…” Diluc reaches out for her belly.

“So, you’re no longer going to be running around for the Knights or Guild?” She inquires as he rubs her belly.

“No, I will send out a letter and tell them I have decided to retire for now and be a family-man and focus on making wine.” She looks at him pointedly.

“Granted, if they really, really need me, my door is begrudgingly always open.” She chuckles. “And my first duty as a family-man is—” He pulls her shawl over her shoulder too tightly. “Insisting for you to wear more warmly if you walk outside, what if you catch a cold? No wearing your sleepwear outside is just too much.” He shakes his head and she rolls her eyes.

“I was a Knight, Well, I still am just not active. I can handle a little wind.” She started to walk to their bedroom door.

“Yes, but as a Pyro user, I can do you a better job on warming you up!” She paused to look at him.

“You. You have been with Kaeya way too much.” She shook her head and proceeded to continue her walk to her bedroom.

“I thought you would be happy to know we have gotten close as of the recent.” She opens the door. “Knowing that he will have a niece or nephew, he just can’t hate me.” She sternly looks at him.

“And you know with the misunderstanding cleared out. We are on better terms.”

“Since we married, even my relationship with Barbara has improved. Honestly, marrying you really gave me a new meaning to life.” She sits down on a chair by the window and beside a table.

“I will call someone to bring us breakfast then.” And she nods closing her eyes, the headache starting again but this time accompanied by nausea.

CHAPTER 2: Childhood ARC

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 Author’s NOTES:

I was so upset to see so little Diluc x Jean fanfics. I couldn’t help myself!

There should be more coming your way, when time permits.

A03: (currently up to 5 chapters)

The Gift - Chapter 1 - Eleanore_Delphinium - Genshin Impact - Fandom [Archive of Our Own]

Introducing the dark knight fan Taugeeee!

Taugeeee says, “589 days with Diluc and counting—”

“Listen, as long as you stick to your own path, it doesn’t matter what mother nature throws at you.”
(Belated) Happy Birthday Diluc! (o´▽`o)ノ

Art by Mod @arwaiel!

What about your favourite pyro character? Mine is Diluc but well…. mihoyo please give him to me….

we rlly need a geo male claymore user but for now have this genderbend noelle :3

i wanted to try something new because my little grishaverse notebook came today and i drew and painted this at like 3.30am??

you can also find me in twitter!!

es / nova on Twitter

Here are our favorite Monstadt brothers, but fem

I post first on Instagram (and Twitter too i guess) @skekkaa, if you want to follow :p

⌕ diluc layouts|: like/reblog to add to cart

## POLICY ⋆ don’t repost please! ☆

Drawing Diluc being pretty until they fix his crusty game model this poor sad little man deserves better

What if this kfc collab was an event?

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Commission for @limelightcas of their oc w/ genshin Diluc !! I had suuuuch a blast with the colors and ambience of this one