FIRST SNOWFALL ( 2021, MERRY CHRISTMAS JIA! )
i think every little thing you do makes me fall for you even more. (or, painfully cliche tropes and simply being in the presence of one another has always been enough.)
- diluc ragnvindr x genderneutral reader
- warnings : fluff, sfw, diluc isn't safe from slander, even on christmas /j , special format for this heh
- a note : merry christmas @ohmykazuha !! thank you for always checking up on me and for laughing at my dumb jokes HAHAH ilu !! — keo.
learning how to bake gingerbread men.
diluc ragnvindr knows how to cook, but he does not bake. in his defense, he's watched the maids make a cake for him as child but baking it himself has never crossed his mind until now. until you showed up with the dreaded kiss the cook frilly apron and cookie cutters in hand.
you swear you could see him visibly age a few years at the thought of it, yet he says yes anyway. diluc ragnvindr will never tell you that the only reason he was so willing was because of the smile you give him—you smile at him and it feels like he'd give you the universe if you asked.
it starts off well! atleast, well enough. diluc far too keen on following the recipe to a t. smudges of cookie batter end up on your face, and diluc tries to wipe it away after licking his thumb, but you only squeal and retaliate by throwing flour in his face. the rooms a mess as you start decorating the cookies, watching diluc make a cookie that looks far too similar to a certain pirate. for once, he doesn't let the maids clean up—instead choosing to clean with you, humming old songs under his breath.
legally blonde – take it like a man.
"are you sure this looks ... okay?" diluc sighs as he looks in the mirror, cringing at how, formal, he looks. he should be used to this, with the amount of times he's had to dress up for guests and meetings—and he would be used to it, if it weren't for you coming with him.
"okay? you look more than okay!" you smile up at him, and he nearly forgets what he's doing as you move to adjust his tie. he's staring. he can feel it yet he can't look away—can you blame him?
you pat him on the shoulders, pulling off a loose thread as he looks down at you. "you look hot." you snicker under your breath and diluc's sure he hasn't seen anything better—you, he means. not the reflection in the mirror.
"it's still me." diluc raises an eyebrow at you, a smile threatening to tug at the corners of his lips.
"that's the best part—its you, but now the outside reflects what's always been you. i wouldn't change that for the world."
keokomi — do not repost, translate, etc.
