When Looks Can Kill!

Jksjs sorry for bothering again but I was wondering if you could write an ateez reaction to having a flirty relationship with their best friend who's also their crush? So they basically act like a couple all the time (except for kissing and that stuff). Like who would decide to confess his love or who wouldn't have the courage and just wait for you to say something? Sorry if it's a bit weird haha. Hope you have a great day and take your time, I love your work 😊

Hey, thank you so much for this request! I really like this scenario and it was very fun to write. I hope you enjoy reading this! 😁😁

Hongjoong

You and Hongjoong have been best friends for years, you are practically inseparable to the point where most people mistake you for a couple. The thing is you’re not, but Hongjoong wishes you were. Over the time of your friendship he has developed feelings for you, though he is pretty sure you don’t see him the same way.

Hongjoong is sitting in his room waiting for you to arrive at the dorms when Yeosang walks in and sits next to him.

“Why do you look so worried? (Y/N) definitely feels the same way as you.” Yeaosang says with a slight chuckle at seeing his friends nerves.

“But what if she doesn’t? Won’t that ruin our friendship? I’ve liked her for so long that I don’t know if I can face being rejected. Maybe I should just not say anything.” Hongjoong confesses his worries, Yeosang keeping silent as an unnoticed smirk appears on his face.

“I think you should.” Hongjoong’s head snaps up towards the door, his wide eyes landing on you. His heart instantly races at realising you have just heard everything. At seeing Hongjoong’s responce Yeosang silently stands up and leaves the room, sending you a small smile as he passes.

Hongjoong’s eyes follow you as you move towards him.

“I feel the same, by the way.” You smile at him fondly as he stands up and takes your hand in his. You have never seen him look happier and it makes you feel so warm inside.

Of course you felt the same Hongjoong thinks as you stare into each others eyes in awe.

Seonghwa

Your friendship with Seonghwa is unlike any others you have had. You just clicked from the moment you met, having most things in common and always enjoying each other’s company. It wasn’t until later in your friendship that you both started having feelings for one another, though neither of you voice them in fear of rejection.

You are hanging out in your usual spot near the Ateez dorms; the park opposite. It’s just a casual day, getting some fresh air and listening to Seonghwa rant about how annoying Mingi is and why he thinks that Wooyoung should shut up. Typical stuff.

You just laugh fondly as you listen to him, finding it very entertaining to see your best friend get all worked up. It wasn’t until he started talking about how Mingi was teasing him about his crush that you became a little tense. Of course he liked someone. Why has he never mentioned it? You suddenly felt deflated, your amused smile falling and your walk slowing until you’re just stood in the middle of the path.

Seonghwa stops and turns around to face you in confusion, a concerned look on his face as he takes in your slight frown.

“Why’d you stop walking?” Seonghwa asks as he approaches you, his intense stare piercing through you, making you feel a little shy.

“Who’s your crush? You’ve never mentioned one before. I thought we told each other everything.” You look up at him with sad eyes. Seonghwa takes a deep breath and looks at the ground before lifiting his head back to look at you again.

“I’ve never had the courage to tell you because it makes me nervous.” Seonghwa lowly speaks, almost in a whisper. You tilt your head in confusion as you look into his eyes trying to encourage him to continue.

“It’s you. I have had this crush for a while and I just didn’t think you would ever feel the same. So I kept it quiet.” Seonghwa diverts his eyes away from you, only looking back when he feels your hand caress his cheek.

“I like you too dummy.” You smile at him, a slightly teasing tone to your confession which makes him beam back at you.

You both just stare at each other, no more words needed, the small space between your faces slowly closing.

Yunho

Yunho is very reserved when it comes to expressing his feelings, espically when it comes to you.

You see, you are so close to each other that you practically act like a couple. Well, the domestic side of a couple anyway. You even have petty arguments over what the best flavour of chips are, or what show to watch together.

You have been very aware of Yunho’s feelings towards you. I mean, the guy isn’t exactly good at hiding it. Every time you tease him he blushes and becomes all shy and you find the longing stares he sends you when you are talking to one of the others very amusing.

But you’re starting to grow impatient from waiting for Yunho to confess. You’ve been dropping hints, not so subtly, in hopes of getting him to make a move. But nothing is working. So you decide to just make the first move yourself.

You walk into Yunho’s room, where he is laying on his bed, eyes glued to his phone. A determined look on your face as you get his attention.

“I know you like me so why won’t you ask me out?” You state feeling slightly irritated by the situation that you have been forced into. Yunho just looks at you a little stunned, his phone dropping onto the bed beside him as he sits up.

“You know?” He asks with wide eyes, you can visibly see the embarrassment crawl up his face.

“Yeah, it’s very obvious.” You giggle at his flustered state, feeling your annoyance slip away.

“So, will you go out with me tonight? We can finally go to that new restaurant down the road.” You raise a brow in amusement as Yunho blushes.

“Sure, that sounds great. But if any of the guys ask, I was the one who asked you ok?” Yunho looks at you with puppy eyes, begging for you to agree.

“Of course.” You smirk at him as you grab his hand and drag him out of the room.

Yeosang

Yeosang has been planning his confession to you for ages, wanting everything to go perfectly.

You’re the person who means the most to him. He absolutely adores everything about you and he wants to be able to call you his. So that what he is planning to do.

After being very close friends for a few years, it’s finally time to see if you are on the same page as him.

He asked to meet you after work, inviting you to meet him outside the cinema. You didn’t think anything of it, it was completely normal for you to watch a movie together.

So when you see Yeosang turn up looking very smart, holding a bouquet of flowers, you are surprised.

“I was hoping that this time we could watch a movie as more than friends. If you feel the same?” Yeosang asks you with a soft smile, not wanting to make you feel pressured in any way into saying yes.

You feel butterfly’s come to life in your stomach. You are so overwhelmed, in a good way.

Being at a complete loss for words you can only nod eagerly and smile. Accepting the flowers and allowing Yeosang to take your other hand in his as you enter the cinema together, for the first time as a couple.

San

San has been harbouring feelings for you for a while now. It’s the very cliché falling in love with your best friend scenario, which is why San has been trying to push his feelings aside.

It’s gotten to the point now where even the most minute action can set him off thinking about what it would be like to be in a relationship with you. Even things as ordinary as making him a coffee or cuddling together after a long and tiring day.

Your friendship is very important to both of you and San doesn’t want to do anything to jeopardise it. But he feels that if he doesn’t express how he feels then he will explode. So he does.

Being the cheesy boy he is, San decided to make a big guesture. And that gesture is to knock on your door at 3am.

You answer the door after forcing yourself to get out of bed. Who could possibly be visiting you this early in the morning!

“San, what do you want. It’s too early.” You whine as you see said boy looking at you with an expression you have never seen from him before. Was it nerves?

“I really like you. And it’s been tormenting me for months, I can’t sleep properly, I can focus on anything without it making me think of you.” San confesses, a little dramatically, but full of emotion. Now you feel awake, staring at him in surprise at this sudden information.

“I know it’s a lot to take in but I can’t just be friends anymore.” San continues as you process everything. You nod subtly, a faint smile on your face.

“I like you too.” You meet his eyes. They are captivating, the sight making you almost forget how to breath.

San takes a step forward, his hands resting on your waist as he looks down at you. Your lips millimetres apart as your foreheads rest together. Your eyes flutter shut as the small space his closed and sparks begin to fly.

Mingi

Mingi is awkward when it comes to feelings. That’s why when he realised that he had caught them for you he began to become a little clumsy around you.

You found it really endearing, how he would trip over his own feet because he is looking at you instead of where he is going, or how he struggles to maintain eye contact when talking without becoming extremely flustered.

Being quite forward yourself, you came to the conclusion that you would confess to Mingi how you feel. You aren’t really that worried because you know he likes you back so you though you might as well just go for it.

You wanted some help with asking Mingi out so you roped in Hongjoong, knowing he would probably be the most reliable.

As the plan is ready to go you signal for Hongjoong to hold out the banner you had made. It reads “Can we be more than friends?”. Cheesy I know.

On cue, Mingi walks through the door of the dorms, freezing when he sees Hongjoong holding the banner and you standing next to it with a nervous smile. You relax when Mingi’s frozen expression breaks into a wide grin and he moves towards you.

Pulling you into a warm embrace you hear him chuckle before pulling away to look down at you.

“You’re so cheesy. But I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Wooyoung

It’s not uncommon for Wooyoung to be a flirt towards you, your friendship being so strong that you just laugh and sometimes flirt back. But what you don’t realise is that Wooyoung is flirting with you because he is trying to hint that he has a crush. He just doesn’t have the guts to actually tell you.

So he waits. For what? he’s not really sure exactly. Is it for you to confess first or for him to build up enough courage to confess.

You have a crush on Wooyoung too. And similarly to him, you are too shy to admit your feelings.

You both just continue your friendship how it is. But you decide to up the flirting a little by leaving some lingering touches on his arm now and again, and actively making more of an effort to flirt first.

Your efforts go pretty much unnoticed by Wooyoung, however, the other guys do pay attention and begin to make jokes and remarks about you both.

You are sat in the kitchen with all the guys as they eat and laze about, your focus being on your phone. You don’t even bat an eyelid when Wooyoung comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder.

“Why aren’t you already together? You both like each other. You’re even acting like a couple right now.” Seonghwa states, rolling his eyes as you look up from your phone in surprise.

You feel Wooyoung tense and you turn your head to see his reaction; his face stunned and his mouth slightly hanging open.

“Seonghwa does have a point actually, why aren’t we?.” You shift to look at Wooyoung properly as you become a little shy from knowing all the guys are whitnessing this moment.

Wooyoung smirks as soon as he processes what you have just said and tightens his hold on you, a surge of confidence going though him.

“Well we are now.” Wooyoung states, both of you looking fondly at each other as you hear the guys start to complain at Seonghwa for instigating your soppyness in front of them.

Jongho

Being the youngest of Ateez had its benefits. For example, Jongho could persuade everyone to help him with his confession just by acting cute or breaking apples (because he knows they get very excited about that).

Jongho’s plan is to invite you over to the dorms, where he will have a meal prepared for you, asking you to have dinner with him.

The guys agreed to prepare the meal and set up the dining room so Jongho could get himself ready to finally tell you how he feels. Because he is the youngest he wanted to do something more mature, to show you that he is just as grown up as the other members.

You knock on the door and seconds later Mingi answers. He silently steps to the side and gestures for you to enter. You shoot him a confused look as you comply and walk into the hall.

You are guided by Mingi into the dining room where a slightly nervous looking Jongho is waiting. You gasp at the set up, it looks beautiful.

“What’s all this for? Did you do this?” You question in amazement.

“The guys helped set it up but it was my idea. I have been wanting to tell you how I feel for a while. But I really like you, a lot. And I was wondering if you would have dinner with me?” Jongho explains, his hands fidgeting together as he confesses.

“I would love to.” You smile genuinely towards him before a triumphant smile overtakes Jongho’s anxious looking face. You could feel your heart racing a million miles an hour at his confession and you couldn’t be more happy.

Dancing ninjas.

pirate king (62) ➵ ateez

➳ PAIRING: reader x kim hongjoong (ateez) or jung wooyoung (ateez)

➳ WORD COUNT: 3157

➳ GENRE: fantasy+pirate au; romance; mystery; adventure; action

➳ SYNOPSIS: if only it could have been my father instead.

Yeosang stumbles. 

No, he doesn’t trip over his own feet, nor does he fall over something on the deck. His knees simply buckle under the weight of his father’s word, as if they’ve lost all ability to keep him upright, and he actually stumbles, nearly falling to the deck before Wooyoung catches him by the arm and hauls him upright, concern written all over his face. 

“What?” 

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😭 that childe small chest ask was beautiful!!! omg I know the feels of insecurity so hard🥺 your writing touches the soul my friend❤ if your requests are open can I ask for a fem s/o who enjoys going down on zhongli but the second he tries to return the favor she gets all insecure and refuses, just feels like she don't deserve it or is too gross. nsfw is 👍

I actually love this and thank you so much for your comment anon <3

Zhongli x fem!reader Shortfic (NSFW)

Warnings: biting, detailed oral sex (reader giving and receiving), fluff, praise, mdni, deepthroating, swallowing, begging, slight edging, NOT proofread.

There’s just something about the way Zhongli purrs when you take his length into your mouth. 

Gosh he is massive. But that doesn’t stop you at all. You always, always look at his face when you give him head. The way his eyes shut tight, face twisted into an expression that you see only when you do this.

And his voice. His voice that he tries oh so hard to keep under control but he just loves the way you roll your tongue over his cock. Loves the way it sounds when you slurp him up. Loves the way the back of your throat hits his head.

“...Ngh-- Y-Y/N...” Archons no matter how long he had lived this was probably on top of his most secret favourite list. Getting head from you. You were just so enthusiastic about it, so eager to eat him up as if he was a tasty lollipop that you’ve never tasted before. It was like that each and every time and there wasn’t an instance that he’s been disappointed by your skill.

You feel one of his hands rest behind your head and that’s how you know he’s close. You peer up into his face, head bobbing up and down steadily. His eyes are shut tight, crease on his forehead. You take your mouth away momentarily and replace it with your hand, his expression eases up and he sighs loudly, almost disappointed.

“You near, Li?” you teased a little, knowing that he was. He peeks an eye open, breaths coming out hard and labored. “Dangerously so,” Without breaking eye contact with him you let your tongue loll out and drag it across his whole length teasingly. His head falls back on the bed and a strangled moan escapes him “MMnnNNngghhh!” 

Oh your sweet, quiet and reserved Zhongli could be so loud sometimes. This is why you loved giving him head. For the sounds that only you could pull out of him. All at once you take your hand away and stick his length in one fell swoop in your warm sticky mouth. It’s impossible to take him all in, but a decent amount of him is inside and you start to yet again pace your head up and down. You clamp your lips around his hot and hard cock, feel it slightly pulsing against you. Your lips are tight around his cock as you go down, and your tongue laps his tip as you go up. The motion repeats, again and again, faster and faster until he gets restless on the bed “Y-Y/N I-- Mmm! Close--Keep go-fuck!” He rarely swears. Sometimes you even wonder if he knows any swear words, but days like these, you’re reminded that he indeed does. You feel his thighs tighten, a guttural groan coming from him, strings of his cum shooting in your mouth “AAaggghhh--” he covers his mouth, conscious of the sounds he make, “mmppffff...!!” his warm juice invades your tongue, and just like the dedicated girlfriend you are, you swallow every last drop, even licking and sucking on his tip to clean him off, causing him to slightly jerk at the sensation on his senstive tip.

He eases up, cheeks flushed, hand on his mouth, eyes on the ceiling and his chest heaving in and out at the euphoria. What a beautiful sight. You think.

It doesn’t take long for him to recover, only because he’s eager to give you back what you’ve given. The problem is, he knows that you get too shy about it. But he’s determined this time. 

He noticed your insecurity about it when you constantly made excuses about it. “Oh, uh, I’m at that time of the month, so, not today,” or “I checked my calendar and I’m ovulating, so, it’s gunna taste weird,” and “I’m kinda sweaty, maybe next time,” 

He knows you’re going to resist today too, because you’re fully dressed and hadn’t even made a move to lay down on the bed. You’re just massaging his thighs at the moment.

He sits up, takes you by the shoulders and flips you over to the bed. You’ve switched places and you panic. 

“W-Wait! What are you doing?” Zhongli has already pushed your dress past your waist, and his fingers are hooked around your underwear but you’ve firmly pressed your hands around his wrists, stopping him.

“...It’s my turn,” he says, looking at you and you stare back at him, stuttering. “I-I can’t today, I’m--” He cuts you off, taking his hands back to rest on either side of your head, his naked chest in your full view. “...Y/N... I want to do it,” You bite your lip. He has such a determined look on his face but you just can’t. It’s way too embarrassing, what if it smells? What if it tastes weird? What if you can’t get off and he gets tired of doing it? What if he never wants to do it again after this? You really can’t understand why he wants to do it. Ironic, because you love doing it to him.

He takes your silence and the anxiousness on your face as a no, but he hasn’t done it for you. Not once in your whole time together, and that does, in the deepest parts of his mind, makes the intimacy between you two incomplete. He lifts one hand to cup your face, “...I love you, every part of you,” He leans in to feather kisses along your jaw and whispers in your ear, “Trust me, I’ll love it just as you love doing it for me,” he kisses your neck, crosses over to your other ear and lovingly coos, “Let me make you feel good, I want to taste you Y/N,” he pulls back to plant a kiss on your lips, hungry. “I need to,” and suddenly he takes your hand, and places it on his cock. He’s hard again, as if you hadn’t just milked him earlier. “Just thinking about drinking you makes me like this, so, please... Give me the honour of doing it for you,” 

And how the hell do you even say no to such a declaration anymore? In a weak moment of a split second your insecurities are washed away and you give a quick nod. He takes that small opportunity and in one quick motion pulls your underwear away, placing himself in between your thighs and pushing them open. Gods above you’re a beautiful, glistening mess, he thinks. Your lips are all puffy from waiting and the way the wetness just shines... you hear an approving groan from him, before you feel his tongue give your slit, one, long lick. 

Your thighs instantly tense up at the jolt of electricity coming from your opening. The feeling was...unreal, and you were already anticipating more. “Zh-Zhongli...” but he was much too focused on your wet folds, “It’s amazing, Y/N,” he can’t believe what he’d been missing out on, you just get more flustered “D-Don’t say that! I don’t--Whuaahhhh!” your hands grip the sheets as he immerses his tongue in your folds. Like he’s trying to lick up every little bit of you, trying to drink your juices and trying to stamp the stickyness in his mouth. He’s been hungry for a long time for this, and the moment he moves up to your sensitive button, you cry out in a way that he’s never heard before.

“Oh my God!” It was halfway through a scream. He tries again, eyes fluttering up to enjoy the show you were giving him, writhing under his hands, his grip on your thighs strong. He licks in short, quick bursts and fuck me, how is he so good with his tongue? you think. It’s so good that you think you’re going crazy, you think Why did I not let him do this earlier? forgetting all your insecurities and just drowning in the waves of pleasure he tongues out of you. “Zhongli!! s’good. Sooohh-- good!” you mewl out, whimpering every second his tongue swipes on your clit. 

He suddenly changes his technique, tongue swishing back and forth on your hard nub. “A-AhhHhhnnn!” You cover your face with your hands, head thrashing about and breathing hard. It’s driving you crazy, and you can’t see it, but he grins. He doesn’t even have any fingers in you, just his tongue, just the constant back and forth of his tongue on your clit. He presses closer at some point, firm on your nub, rolling it around. 

You start to shudder, your legs start to close in on him involuntarily but he holds them open. At this point your whimpers are full on moans and your breath is getting stuck in your throat. Your hands find their way to his head, slightly pushing on it as you get closer to the edge, the knot in your stomach intensifies, until it breaks and a loud gasp from you follows several stinted whimpers and moans “AhhHHnn! AH- ahhhh- ah- mMMmmGOd!” your back arches, lifting off slightly from the bed and he supports your weight with his hands, still not letting up with the hard strokes of his tongue, only slowing down as you finish riding the waves of your orgasm, slumping back down on the bed, breathless. 

“I-That was--” You try to get back from the hazy world you’re in, blinking back the stars that you see. He lifts his head from between your legs, squeezing your thigh, causing you to open your eyes and lazily look down at him. He smiles at you lovingly and you know that he wasn’t lying about enjoying it. His next words only confirm your thoughts, eyes still locked on each other as he starts kissing the inside of your thighs.

“I’m ready for seconds, love,” 

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bokuto: yeah, i don’t cry easily

kuroo: um…

bokuto: what?

kuroo: yesterday in practice akaashi literally just returned your high five and you cried in front of all of us

bokuto: tHaT dOeSn’T cOuNt

can’t make a sound

(diluc x reader)

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All day Diluc couldn't shake the uneasy feeling that settled in his chest since he woke up. It felt as if he was missing something. All day he's been trying to recall what it was as the feeling only grew as time went on. His day went by just as any other. He woke up early as always, went to the tavern, worked his usual shift with his usual rowdy customers. The only eventful thing he did today was grab dinner with Jean at a new restaurant that had recently opened up. He would’ve declined but Charles convinced him telling him he can manage the tavern by himself, plus he remembered how you always tell him to put himself out there more often, especially when it comes to his close friends. Jean had free time after so long and he decided that it'd be nice to catch up with an old friend once in a while so he took up her offer and enjoyed it very much. But after dinner the heavy feeling didn’t go away. Even after a few hours of his usual patrol as Dark Knight Hero the feeling only got heavier than before.

Since there was no signs of any unusual activity tonight Diluc had decided to call it a night earlier than usual. Deciding to make his way home earlier to try and at least spend some time with you if he can. He’s been very busy as of late. The only time he sees you is when he goes to bed, though you're already asleep before him most of the time. The time was just about past midnight, it was still early for calling it a night as he usually stays later but the feeling in his chest made him uneasy.

Upon arriving at the Dawn Winery everything was dark and quiet. He made his way upstairs and saw no one in sight, guessing everyone had already called it a night a few hours ago. As he neared your shared bedroom he saw the light peeking through the cracks of the doors. A small smile made its way on his lips, though he didn’t like you staying up late he really did want to spend some time with you tonight.

“Y/n?” Diluc calls out, opening the door to see what you were doing.

You had your back facing him as you were looking through your closet, you only froze upon hearing him call your name.

“Y/- dear what are you still doing up?” Diluc questions, closing the door behind him. He took a good look at the outfit you were currently wearing. It was one you’ve been saving for a special occasion. He was a bit confused as to why you were wearing it right now as it was late. You were usually in your pajamas by now.

“Dear?” Diluc’s eyebrows draw together, confused as to why you haven’t even turned to greet him and why you haven’t given him a response though he called you twice.

Now, if this were any other night you would be more than happy to see Diluc home so early. You were relieved he was, you knew he was safe at least and weren’t worried anymore. But you weren’t sure if you could face him right now. It’s been a few minutes since it turned into a new day but yesterday was your birthday. Diluc had told you he’d take you out for dinner at a new restaurant that had opened up a few weeks ago telling you to not plan anything else since he wanted to take you out. Only, he never showed. You had gotten ready hours prior, you were beyond excited to finally spend time with him as it has been too long since the last time you both had a night out. You had even canceled your planned visit to your mothers today just to go out with him since you both haven’t had much time to spend together. You patiently waited for his arrival, sitting down by the front entrance as you smiled at the clock after every hour passed. 4:00 was the time he promised to pick you up.

When the clock hit 4:00 the butterflies in your stomach made you feel giddy, like it was your first date all over again. You were nervous, checking your appearance in the mirror next to the door before you sat down on the chair. Your coat and other belongings laid on your lap, ready to go once he arrives.

4:40 hit, you only thought that he had been caught up in some tavern business, excusing it for something he can’t control.

5:00 hit you were slightly worried but still waited for him, believing he would still make it even if something came up.

By 6:00 you heard a knock on your door and thought he had finally arrived only to see Amber standing on the other side instead of Diluc. Along with her she brought a gift, she wished you a happy birthday and said that tomorrow she wanted to treat you. She started telling you about her eventful day and you were more than happy to have company after being alone all day so you happily listened, only then did Amber let it slip that she saw Jean and Diluc having dinner together at a restaurant before she left. Amber didn’t know that Diluc had made plans with you; she was only telling you because she thought you’d want to know it all. Upon hearing that the butterflies in your stomach turned to something heavy.

Amber left shortly after you thanked her for the gift and promised to meet her for lunch tomorrow. It was when you closed the door that everything hit you. Diluc had forgotten and he was having dinner with someone else. You weren’t necessarily the jealous type no, but hearing this left a bitter taste in your mouth. It would’ve been fine if it were any other day for sure, you don’t mind Diluc having dinner with others but on your birthday? Plus at the place he promised to take you out to? Not only that but Jean was someone you always felt insecure around. When you first met Diluc you thought he and Jean were dating but they both told you otherwise, laughing it off saying they were nothing more than childhood friends. Even when Diluc confessed to you, you couldn’t help but be skeptical still thinking that he and Jean were a better fit. It didn’t help that everyone else around them said the same. But Diluc’s assured you many times, he always did, that no one is a better fit for him than you. He always told you to stop saying such things. But you can’t help but wonder what if he was only telling you to stop saying it so he wouldn’t start to believe it was true as well? You felt horrible, you couldn’t help but let the feeling take over though. You respected Jean and thought of her as a good friend but when it came to Diluc you couldn’t help but see them as a better fit than you and him.

You couldn’t help but let your mind spiral. You made your way to your bedroom and sat on your bed. But despite all this, despite the feeling in your chest you had a small sliver of hope. Even after hearing that he already had dinner you still had prayed that he would come home early and at least spend some time with you. You would try to swallow the bitter taste, if he could just be here, explain, you’d understand. But hours slowly slipped by, you couldn’t bring yourself to move. Your mind only wandered too deep and made you hurt more than you already were. You felt embarrassed. Felt forgotten, felt easily replaceable.

The small rays of sunlight peeking through your window curtains were long gone. You begrudgingly lift your head to look at the time again, now reading 12:05. A defeated sigh escapes your lips, you wipe the fresh tears off your face, deciding it’s a good time to call it a night and just go to bed. You didn’t even hear him enter the house. Only when he called out your name did you realize he had finally come home. You froze.

You didn’t dare look up, turn to him, your grasp tightened around the closet door. Your bottom lip started to wobble and you had to bite down to not let a sound escape you. You already felt hurt, but Diluc clearly still hasn’t remembered, only making you feel worse.

“Did you go somewhere earlier?” Diluc breaks the silence once again, taking a few steps in, trying to get a peek of your face that he’s missed so much but you didn’t move from your spot.

You only shake your head no, the only thing you we're able to do as you knew if you were to speak up I’d give away the state you were in.

Diluc’s chest felt heavier than it’s felt all day. Why were you being so unresponsive? Did he do something wrong? You weren’t even looking at him.

“Love, did you go out today? Why are you up so late? Were you waiting for me? ” He asked and you had to hold back a bitter laugh that so desperately wanted to escape. You waited for him all day alright. All you could do was nod your head no.

“Today was actually ok at work,” He spoke up. “More tame than normal. I also grabbed lunch with Jean earlier as she invited me out, it was actually quite enjoyable. Seeing her not stress over work is very rare, though I think the knights are insufficient, seeing her work so hard makes me have some faith in them. It’s good to see her take some time off.” He tells you about his day as he removes his coat, he’s not really one to do so but he hoped it would get you to say something other than nodding your head. This time though not even a head nod was given from you, you just stood still and Diluc grew more worried.

“Y/n, why aren’t you responding to me?” Diluc asks, his concern growing even more. You still haven’t even turned around. His long legs took quick strides up to your frame, his hand reached out and brushed your arm only to feel you quickly move out of his grasp, bringing your arm around your body. Diluc only stared down at you, hurt and confused as to why you reacted in such a way.

You backed up from him, putting distance between the two of you until you felt your hip hit your bedside table, Diluc hesitantly made his way closer to you, not wanting you to recoil again.

“Y/n what’s wrong…” Dilucs voice trailed off as he caught a glimpse of a beautifully wrapped small box on your nightstand. He never gave you that. Did you buy it? Did someone else give it to you? What's inside? Ifsomeone did give it to you, who did? Diluc’s mind raced with questions but his thoughts came to a halt the uneasy feeling in his chest became far worse as he realized just what it was that he forgot. It dawned on him the more he stared at the box. The feeling of him missing something important, he couldn’t put his finger on it earlier but he remembers everything now. He remembers the plans he made with you. Your outfit now made much more sense to him, your lack of response and refusal to look at him made him realize exactly what he missed, your birthday.

“Y/n I’m so-”

“No, don’t apologize,“ You tighten your arms around your torso, feeling embarrassed as your head hung low, not wanting him to see your tears . “Excuse me, I just want to get changed and go to bed.” You try to step around him, not daring to look him in the eyes. He stood in front of you blocking your way as you uncomfortably shifted from one side to another.

Dilucs heart felt heavy; you've never moved away from his touch, you usually melt into his embrace. You weren’t letting him look at your face but he knew you were crying, hearing your small sniffles was him.

“No it’s not. Please, let me- let me make it up to you. Tomorrow! I’ll take tomorrow off! We can spend the whole day together and-“

“No need. Tomorrow I have plans with Amber. I wouldn't want to cancel at the last minute” You cut him off as you quickly wipe the fresh tears that rolled down your face. Diluc took a few hesitant steps towards you not wanting you to back away from his touch again.

He felt horrible. How could he have forgotten? Your birthday was the only birthday he ever saw as special, the only one he ever celebrated.

“Y/n I promise it slipped from my mind I didn’t-“

“At least our reservation didn’t go to waste, Jean and you went so you finally tried the restaurant you’ve been telling me about. You’ve both been working hard, you deserve it.” You force a smile on your face trying to convince yourself that it was fine but saying it aloud hurts even more than in your head.

Diluc’s usual frown made its way back into his face. His outstretched hand fell to his side as he heard what you said. He felt horrible, he brought it up without knowing because he forgot. He rubbed it in only making you feel worse without knowing.

“I’m tired, I want to go to sleep.” You sigh again. Feeling your eyes burn as you rub them again, you didn’t want to hear anything right now, your mind wasn’t in a good state and you knew he was trying to make it better but you only felt worse.

“Please. Dear, please don’t say that. Let me make it up to you, let me take you out, it wasn't my intention to leave you alone.” Diluc pleaded, as you finally looked up at him, giving him a small smile.

“No need to be sorry. I'd want to have dinner with her too if she invited me .” You let out a small laugh. Hearing him talk about her only made you hurt more, not aiding your insecure heart one bit. “Besides, my birthday is easily forgettable, it’s not a big deal.” You lie, you were trying to make yourself believe it was fine but you were hurting yourself more than you needed to.

“Hey no. Y/n stop, I'm serious. Don’t say such nonsense that isn’t true.” His eyebrows furrowed, it’s been a while since you brought this up. He knows how touchy this subject is to you. He doesn’t like when you bring yourself down or compare yourself to others. He knows you can’t help it but it hurts him to know you feel less worthy and not as important as others. In his eyes you’re his everything, but you never seem to believe him every time he tells you.

He hesitantly reaches his hand out to the side of your face gently cupping your cheek in his warm hand. You felt your eyes immediately shut but stopped your head from nuzzling into his embrace.

“I’m going to ask you something. Please tell me the truth. It’s a selfish question but I need to know the answer Diluc.” You look him in the eyes for the first time tonight. He only shook his head, gesturing to you to go on.

You take a deep breath. The question has been one you’ve wanted to ask since forever. You're afraid you know the answer to this but you still had hope, a tiny sliver of hope it might be different from what you think it is.

“If you had to choose, would you chose her or me?” You ask, letting out a breath you were holding. You look up at him with anticipation, awaiting his answer.

You felt Diluc’s hand drop from your face, you couldn’t read his facial expression as you saw his mouth form a thin line. His lips parted but nothing came out. You got your answer then and there.

A small chuckle left your lips as you stepped around him, grabbing your coat and other belongings you carried.

“I’m going to visit my mom. She invited me yesterday. I rescheduled for no reason whatsoever. Thank you for answering the question I’ve been wanting to know.” You wipe your tears as you reach for the door knob, he made no attempt to move from his spot, you didn’t even bother looking back. You left the room, making your way downstairs to the main entrance. You reach out to the door knob hand slightly trembling as you do so, but you only take in a deep breath pushing forward. If he wanted to stop me he would’ve done so already. You told yourself over and over. You gently push the door open and make your way out, waking down the dark trail that led you out of the Dawn Winery. The night breeze made your tears dry fast as it all dawned down on you. He couldn’t choose you because it was her all along.

Diluc didn’t move, he couldn’t move. His mind yelled, screamed at him to go get you as he saw you walk out the room but he was in shock. Shocked by the question you asked, by how much this tore you apart, by how this was all too much for you and you couldn’t hold on anymore. After what felt like forever, Diluc’s legs moved, starting off in slow steps, turning into a full on sprint down the staircase and out the entrance only to find zero trace of you outside, or anywhere near the winery itself, you were gone, you left, because he couldn’t answer your question. He thought it was obvious all along, he thought you already knew the answer. “It’s you.” He heaves, out of breath from running out hoping to stop you. “It’s you.” He says again, his hands slightly pulling his hair as he frantically looks around. Still no signs of you. “It’s you.” The uneasy feeling in his chest turned into guilt. Today was a very important day to him indeed. Today was your birthday, the day that he always told you was special as you believed it wasn’t. He always promised to celebrate with you no matter what, but the one year it just so happened to slip his mind, you might’ve finally slipped through his fingers.

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authors note: hello!! hehehe angsty deelook fic :3 this prompt has been sitting in my head patiently waiting for me to write it for days now. I hope y’all are doing good and are staying safe and I do hope you all enjoy! <3

Diluc - when you’re jealous

You knew Diluc had eyes only for you, and you never doubted this fact. However, whenever he had to hold grandiose banquets, you couldn’t say that your heart wasn’t twisting in jealousy whenever a nobleman was trying, yet again, to haul their daughters at Diluc’s feet, asking him to talk to them. Oh, how much you hated how obediently he’d reply with an immediate yes, shooting you a look that screamed “Please understand I have to do this”, before striking up a conversation with them.

Did he really have to give them his smiles, his smiles that were sending butterflies to your stomach and that were making you melt? Of course, he was just only being polite: his smiles were his usual charming ones, and the conversations were painfully boring and official, yet it still bothered you that they were trying to win him over.

Part of you understand those actions, yet you still wanted to tell him how down you felt during all this time, and that you’d like it if he made it a little bit more known that he was taken.

As soon as he’d hear how his actions were making you feel, his eyes would widen in surprise, a wave of guilt washing over his body. He only had eyes for you, and not even for a single second did he think about anybody else.  He didn’t realize how his actions might have affected you, and while an explanation and a simple apology might have sufficed to ease your heart, he felt in wasn’t enough. In that moment, words felt so unnecessary, so mundane, and his only wish would be to hold you, to hold you in his arms, to squeeze you so close to his heart that your mind could never be clouded by any doubts.

In an instant, his arms would be around you, pulling you into a warm, impetuous embrace: one moment ago, he was right in front of you, in the next moment, you were succumbing to his arms.

He’d keep you there, with him, for one second, then for two, then for three, until his musky scent and burning warmth were taking over your senses, dulling any pain that you might’ve felt for the moment. His arms were a cradle of warmth, and you could feel how his muscles were contracting around you each time he was squeezing you closer.

And you almost forgot - you almost forgot about the pangs of jealousy, about any complaint that you had, and you wrapped your hands around him, burying your face into his neck, listening to his heretic heartbeats that seemed to sing a unanimous ‘I love you’.

For him, feelings tended to be either black or white – all or nothing – and anything in-between would be reduced to one of the extremes. For this reason, in this very moment, he felt devastated: his breath was uneven, his heart was racing with anxiety, and, above everything else, he felt disappointed with himself: disappointed that he made you feel bad for even the split of a second, disappointed that he didn’t make you understand that his heart was yours.

Plunging the silence that was looming between you, Diluc ran his hand through your hair, and, with an apologetic tone, imbued with a hint of melancholy, he’d whisper “I only have feelings for you, my love.”

My love. You’d almost gasp, a wave of goosebumps running down your spine. He always kept this word for special occasions, and he always meant it when he used it.

With a slight pause between his words, he’d continue: “I apologize for causing you any doubt. It won’t happen again. “ Holding onto you as if his whole life depended on it. He wouldn’t be able to let you go until you’d reassure him that everything is fine.

You whispered into his chest over and over that everything is fine, his heartbeat getting steadier and steadier with each one of your words. You knew that he was finally starting to relax once his hug started to get looser, his fingers running up and down your spine in a soothing motion. Neither one of you dared to let go for a very long while.

At the next banquet, Diluc will definitely announce your relationship to everybody.

Sensei lends a hand [Ballroom e Youkoso]

prompt: diluc would rather kiss you in private than spend a second longer at this party (otherwise known as your whiny lover essentially begging you to leave the party then corralling you in a private alcove to make out)

pairing: diluc x gn!reader

warnings: potentially ooc diluc? he’s rather playful in this but i wanted to explore him reverting to his old personality w/ his s/o !!! alternatively: diluc after 2 drops of alcohol. lightly suggestive content. jealousy (but not the unhealthy type).

part of my 6.5k follower event!

the gaze of the ragnvindr heir has replaced its usual warmth with a searing heat. within his rubied eyes rests a fiery inferno. the sight is unusual, yet it is not unwelcome. nonetheless, you turn away, pushing the thoughts of your lover out of your mind. for a man raised on the virtues of nobility and refinement, diluc has never been able to keep his composure when it comes to you.

fortunately, for his sake, you are the only one who can tell that he is cracking apart. unfortunately for him, you find utter delight in the situation. a fruity, non-alcoholic cocktail rests in your hand as you animatedly move the other, telling a story to your newest conversational partner of the night. the man before you is far too interested in your mundane storytelling. you've never been the most observant, yet you're sure that even the most foolish of mondstadtians could notice the way this almost-stranger stares at you.

a particular red-haired man already has.

diluc fumbles in his conversation with potential business clients before him, faking a sudden cough before excusing himself and not-so-subtly making his way over to you.

"darling, i'd hate to interrupt, but...," diluc begins, butting into your conversation with the infatuated man beside you. you've never heard a worse lie fall from diluc's lips. you blink at him, eyes narrowing slightly.

"yes, dear?" you ask, wondering just what excuse diluc will use to wrangle you away from the prying eyes of others.

"i fear that i may have fallen ill," diluc says solemnly, paying no mind to anyone else that might be overhearing your conversation. "would you do me the honor of accompanying me back to our residence? i really do hate to cut the evening short, especially when you have such... enthusiastic... guests at your side, but alas..."

you hold back your laughter. diluc's eyes plead for you to go along with his blatant lie. you let out a soft huff of air before your expression morphs into one of faux concern.

"i suppose some rest would do you some good," you muse before nodding. "very well. shall we depart?"

diluc's gloved hand immediately wraps around your own as you apologetically say hurried goodbyes to those whom you encountered at the party. your former conversational partner looks awfully dejected as diluc whisks you away, yet you pay him no mind. after all, you've gotten what you've wanted, haven't you?

the moment you and diluc are outside of the ballroom's vicinity, diluc presses you into the nearest marble alcove in the hallway. it secludes you from onlookers, allowing diluc to focus solely on you. your lover stands close to you, hand trailing down to your hip and gaze never quite leaving your lips.

"you look ravishing tonight," diluc murmurs and, even in the dim light, you can see his cheeks flush slightly as you burst out into giggles.

"'ravishing'? interesting word choice... is that why you can't keep your hands off me?" you say teasingly, yet diluc only straightens his posture slightly at your words.

"darling, celestia themselves could never stop me from holding you close, let alone whatever antiquated words i choose to use for the night," diluc scoffs lightheartedly. you roll your eyes slightly at his bold words. you know them to be true, yet you never fail to find amusement in diluc's secret streak of hopeless romanticism, revealed only to you and you alone.

“you’re a sap.” your chiding of his playful antics doesn’t seem to deter him. the diluc you know now is a far cry from the one you first met, but you’re fairly sure he’s changed around you and you alone. it had taken ages to break down his closely guarded walls, but as diluc holds you so tenderly, so lovingly, now, you can’t help but to think about how it’s all been worth it.

“yet you kiss me anyways,” diluc laughs. you raise your eyebrows.

“is that what you want me to do?” you look at him knowingly and diluc nods assuredly.

“i cannot think of anything more wonderful, my lo-“ diluc begins to launch into another tirade of affections, but you cut him off by taking charge and throwing your arms around his shoulders, pulling him in for a kiss. diluc stiffens under your touch. he quickly gets the hang of it, wrapping his arms more tightly around your waist as his clumsy lips become more reassured. he's utterly gentlemanly in his touch, never letting his hands wander, and you wonder just what it would take to truly get diluc ragnvindr to break in public.

but, at this type of event, you can't afford to figure that out, so the two of you break apart and catch your breath after the intimacy of kissing. you giggle once more, still keeping your arms looped around his shoulders and lean in close to him. diluc's hands stabilize you, still resting on your hips. even in the dim light, you can see the way his carmine irises shine with pure adoration for you.

"you get jealous easy, huh?" you tease, watching as diluc's cheeks darken a bit in their ruddy hue.

"i was not... jealous. jealous would imply that i fear him taking you away from me," diluc says.

"confident, aren't you?" you say, tilting your head slightly and looking at him with a challenge in your eyes. "then why'd you fake being sick?"

"i could not stand watching another man talk to you with such infatuation in his eyes. i was stuck talking to boring clients. i realized i could've been that man instead, so i asked to leave with you," diluc says matter-of-factly. his expression turns confused as you laugh gently.

"lulu," you say, voice full of fond affection. "that is jealousy."

"oh," diluc says, lips forming into a round o-shape. much to your surprise, rather than ducking his head away in embarrassment, a small smile spreads across diluc's face and a light chuckle escapes his lips.

"i suppose i am jealous then," diluc concedes. "but only for you."

"as it should be," you giggle, but before diluc can tease you for your arrogance, you silence him with a chaste peck to his lips before pulling away from him and grabbing one of his hands with your own.

"c'mon, loverboy," you beckon. "let's go home."

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