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✓DILUC


• male! reader
• reader has hydro vision, not mentioned in the oneshot

warnings/tws- sleeplessness, overworking, anndd sudden aggression, uhh intimate non-sexual touches? does that? make sense?









SUBTLY MOVING TO sit beside diluc, [name] grimaced at the papers stacked beside him.

the owner of the dawn winery hunched over, his back curling off the chair he's been sitting on for the past hours. purple bruises settled snug below his eyelids, signifying his lack of rest and shut-eye.

"diluc, you need to sleep." [name] goaded. gentle, concerned features morphing into an agitated scowl, he focused his sharp gaze onto his partner's temple. the latter winced upon receiving the brunt of his heated gaze, and tilted his head to the side.

protesting without any violence, diluc pushed further, ink stained hands vigorously scratching the tip of the quill against the word-filled parchment.


with an aggressive huff, [name] snatched the quill and bottle of ink away, tucking it to one of the drawers attached to his desk. diluc wrung his now empty hands, peeved at the lack of activity. mustering up a frown, he more so tiredly furrowed his eyebrows at the tenacity resolve his significant other emitted.


"nuh-uh, don't glare like that, makes you think i did something t' you" he countered. slipping his arms around a bicep, he hefted him up and out of the room.

with a soft noise of disagreement, he lightly tugged back his arm, bright red eyes mellowed down into a soft maroon, exhaustion and hopelessness swirling and pooling in the form of deep bags below his eyes.

"it's alright, love, you can do it tomorrow." with gentle and sweet reassurances, diluc was coaxed onto the bed and settled snug into someone's arms.

snorting at the leg that situated itself over his waist, he gripped his calf and brought him closer. leaving one of his hands on [name]'s thigh, the other drifted to his hair. pressing his nose to the other's neck, he relished in the steady beats of his pulse, lulled to sleep.


[name] took his time, admiring the peaceful expression, watching the pale moonlight highlight his hair, everything.

carding his lithe fingers over thick red hair, [name] relaxed.








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