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自由摄影师达x总裁迪
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“Get out. I’m already tired of telling you. Go back to the Grand Goth Hotel. Better yet, leave Mondstadt altogether.” Diluc is tired of telling him, tired from the very idea of how much more so he’s going to have to say so, and already so, so tired of looking at this gingered menace grin in retaliation. He knows the kind.
“Twice, that’s all you have in you?” The diplomat—too kind of a way to refer to him, in Diluc’s opinion, though he certainly won’t be asking for his name—leans back, crosses his arms, and grins even more. Already so predictable. “What a boring way of tiring yourself out. I can think of better, comrade.
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Diluc works the bar at Angel’s Share every Friday night. When a Fatui diplomat starts showing up, determined to get to know Mondstadt’s most fiery and unrelenting bartender, Diluc struggles to acknowledge that Fatui are people in their own right, with their own thoughts and drives. Where Childe seems determined to get to know Diluc, Diluc is trying to pack away his internal monologue and remind himself that this is it: this is the life he was given, and this is the life he deserves. He does not get to want for things.Least of all for a pretty Snezhnayan diplomat.
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09 Feb 2026
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Fire is fickle, and water volatile by Author_Xen
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
11 Oct 2024
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Diluc has been to hell and back, all at the hands of the same criminal organisation; The Fatui.
Not even the endless bodies dropped at his feet as he worked his way through the ranks brought him retribution. More blood spilled than drinks poured at his tavern and it barely even got him close to those responsible for Crepus' death.
But the fatui had gotten close to him. Too close.
Enough to break his spirit yet again and leave him riddled with scars worse than ever before.He'd given up. There was only the suffering of those memories and revenge was futile.
So what does he do when a harbinger walks into his bar and stokes the flames of that rage once more?
Fire is a fickle thing; who knows which way it will spread?
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19 Oct 2025
