"mistress" • diluc

xxvi

content warning: sex. sex jumpscare. beware

• third person •

Back in the city of Mondstadt, a certain librarian watched in exasperation as the Acting Grandmaster herself paced back and forth repeatedly.

"Jean," Lisa called with a sigh. "Perhaps you're overthinking this."

Rapidly, Jean shook her head. "My heart tells me I've been lied to. But my head... My rationality..."

Jean ran a hand through her hair, chewing at her cheek.

"I'm so worried Lisa," she whispered. "If she really is safe, then why- why won't he tell me the truth? All of this time I've wanted to help her, but to this day I still cannot do a thing."

"And especially now... Now she needs help more than ever."

Lisa tilted her head in the hand that leant upon it. "How so?"

Jean shook her head. "I don't know how much I trust Diluc to be able to deal with this properly. He's still... He's still immature. She might get hurt. I don't want her to-"

"Jean," Lisa interrupted. "How so?" she repeated.

Finally, Jean's feet halted, slowly looking over towards the librarian, her gaze suddenly so sorrowful, her jaw clenched with a frown.

"Klee..." she began below a whisper, "told me that Aila still looked mostly the same, except... 'her belly got bigger'."

Lisa's green eyes shot wide.

"I fear Aila might be pregnant, Lisa," Jean stated. "And I don't think... it's Ignace Noyer's child."

• • •

Distancing themselves was not going well.

"Diluc!" Aila cried out, "Diluc, w-wai—"

They were still half-dressed. Diluc pushed her shoulder down onto the bed, slamming his lips against hers to shut her up. Aila sobbed against him, her blue strands stuck to her forehead as she endeavoured to cling onto her sanity, her fingers gripping his half open shirt.

This was what happened when they ignored each other for too long.

Thank the archons Aila was already pregnant.

Aila groaned aloud when he rammed into her again, their foreheads bumping. She tried to catch her breath, but Diluc only kissed her again, his hand grabbing hers.

'Too long' was in fact, just a day. However, Kaeya had just been here and wanted to speak to Diluc privately, and perhaps whatever conversation they had got him angry. Aila didn't know. But it wasn't her business to find out, and she was perfectly fine with this.

He could treat her as his mistress. That was what she was. She was there, whenever he wanted to have sex. Because her body was not hers.

Diluc's fingers clasped hers. "Aila," he called.

Heavy breaths exchanged between them, Aila nodding rapidly, not even given a second to reply and then—!

Diluc pulled out, falling back onto the bed. Aila stared at the ceiling, dazed.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, his body falling weak.

Aila slowly nodded, frozen on the spot.

"Diluc," she whispered.

"Hm?"

"More," she whined. "I'm not done... More please..."

Diluc chuckled, leaning over her. "You want more? I'm sorry for being so selfish, dear Aila."