#diluc drabbles

[anantaru]

DAY 28 — VAMPIRE AU

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — diluc

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, vampire au, reader is a little delulu, mentions of blood & blood drinking, rough and very passionate

vampire diluc who has never experienced a real, centered moment of happiness before meeting you— or at least not without turning into a cruel, evil monster, whose intention was to drain the blood of others.

but now he revels in your beauty, and he thinks you're intoxicating, tainting your mind with his small compliments.

when you see him, you cannot help yourself but feel frightened, yet also excited— and you wonder if something has been wrong with you all along, especially when you let him get closer to you, the cold breeze outside your window bristling over the dry leaves as you're solely focusing on the view in front of you, your breathing continuing to escalate as he sinks into your warmth.

vampire diluc who hides his face in your neck as his cock drags with a lack of purpose other than thrusting a maddening fusion of thrill and pleasure into you, your eye sight becoming blurred each moment you taste his roughness in your body with his erection twitching within your walls in searing need to release— for a solid minute, he ponders and caresses the sensitive flesh on your neck, his sharp canines like a feather crossing over the skin.

vampire diluc knows you would let him do it, meaning you'd approve of him tasting your blood on his tongue— and it somewhat terrifies him, actually, that you're willing to go through that for him. there was a small tug on your hips, then a squeeze, with the scarlet haired pushing you into him before he slows his movements for a bit, "tell me if it hurts," he mutters finally, "i cannot hold myself back.. any longer," his voice webbed in grit and stones that you're vibrating all over the second he mouths wet spots over your neck.

"i will," you whisper back, watching him nuzzle his face closer, "i want this.. want you," an instinctual feeling was urging you to hold yourself steadily against his body, your breath erratic yet your eyes, they told a different story because they, for one, were glimmering with an emotion everyone could easily discern— it's pure excitement, glittering beneath the humid air.

vampire diluc who proceeds slowly, parting his lips ever so slightly before pressing his sharp canines into your flesh, immersing his teeth deeper until he opens a little spot to hollow his cheeks on before making contact with a taste of metal, a taste vampire diluc was utterly familiar with— and ugh, he knew you'd taste better than any other before, he was aware that you're so special, from inside and out.

your breath hitches as a new warmth embraces you, his hands on every inch of your skin as he repeats his thrusts on you while never letting go of your flesh between his teeth— the tug on your skin was stinging a little and the feeling of getting blood pulled out of you was frankly, something you thought you never had to experience in life.

but.. it feels nice, exciting, and it urges your cheeks to burn hot, for some reason it makes you feel so full when he drinks from you together with crowding you to the hilt with his erection— long and thick and just so right.

regardless, it has you seeing stars and copious amounts of planets flickering throughout the universe— his entire weight on you, molding his front into you while pinning your breasts against his broad chest, whereas his hand— hot to the every last trace, lays flat over the plush side of your ass, the softness of your body forevermore melting into the soft ridges of his.

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[xzho-writes]

contrary to popular belief, diluc ragnvindr enjoys teasing his s/o.

one of the things he’s particularly fond of is flexing his bicep just as you’re resting your head on the muscle. you thought nothing of it at first, simply chalking it up to him getting comfortable, until the action became just a bit too blatant.

“you stop that,” was all you said that night, giving his arm a weak slap.

diluc merely snickered.

another irksome thing he developed was a penchant for brushing his hand against your body whenever he wanted to walk past you in a tight space, such as during the tavern’s peak hour, under the guise of simply moving you aside.

“apologies, darling,” diluc whispered one time, a hand gliding over your back. “you’re blocking the exit.”

you shot him a deadpan look. “mind explaining why you’re pulling me towards you, then?”

but his favourite thing to do is to openly shower you with affection— something that doesn’t happen very often with a man so proper as he.

diluc finds that this way was by far the best to rile you up. it works like a charm, if he dare be so honest with himself.

it’s at the tavern’s back exit, figures obscured behind crates of wine, where you’re pinned between the wall and your lover— hands gripping at his shoulder for purchase after a long make-out session.

"you were rather handsy today," you manage. it's awfully difficult to keep yourself composed with how dizzy the kiss made you. it feels as if you're floating, really. "what's gotten into you?"

his reply comes all too smoothly.

"was i?" diluc breathes. the young master places a chaste kiss to your nose, a tender action that never fails to warm your heart. "i merely wished to convey my affections for you.”

[fictoculus]

☆ diluc drabble.

THINKING ABOUT... being sat on diluc's lap, his silk handkerchief unfolded and covering your lap as it collects the scraps of the apple he carefully peels with his pocket knife.

the two of you are sat against a tree just outside the walls of mondstadt. its the perfect spot to enjoy the outdoors while staying away from the public's prying eyes. when it's just you and him alone, it's as if his cold (and rather serious) exterior is melted by you; whether it be the warmth of your smile or the kindness of your heart.

his arms reach around you and his chin rests on your shoulder as he tosses the apple in his hands: once to readjust his grip, twice just to show off, impaling it with the make-shift fruit peeler whilst in mid-air. as much as you hate to admit it, a stunt like that is pretty impressive... (and definitely swoon worthy)

once satisfied with his work, diluc begins to slice the apple into bitesize wedges, cutting the now bare fruit in half 4 times over until each slice was the perfect size.

he holds a piece in front of you, and you reach out to take it, however his grip only tightens as he pries it out of your grasp. with a huff, he holds it closer to your face, prodding it gently against your lips as if to say "open wide".

hesitantly, you part your lips, leaning forward slightly to take a bite, and archons, the taste was heavenly. it was just the right amount of sweet, with a little hint of sourness, and a satisfying crunch. truth be told, diluc spent hours trying to find the perfect apple, and then another 15 minutes choosing a hiding spot secret enough so that you wouldn't notice it was unattached to the tree, but visible enough for the act to be somewhat believable.

in his eyes, you deserve nothing less than the best, and he'd be disappointed in himself if he ever gave you any less. he loves you more than words could ever express, but will never run short of ways to show you he cares...

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[iid-smile]

flufftober — diluc ragnvindr

noticeable

synopsis: both of you notice things about each other all the time, especially when you both do your morning and night routines together. you know the exact steps he prefers when it comes to shaving his face, and diluc knows how you like to curl your hair.

a/n: um... pretend this came out yesterday because i literally FORGOT. then as i started writing, the og idea i had gradually faded out and i felt like i was on something as i continued... (ihateit) 😁

word count: 333

"hold still..." your fingers graze his jaw as you avoid directly touching the shaving cream spread all over his face. you make an attempt to raise the razor to his cheek again, but your hand shakes as you giggle for no apparent reason.

your husband can only huff as you fail for the umpteenth time to make a start on shaving his face, something that you asked to do. "i am still, darling." diluc lowly responds, his eyes glancing at your combined reflection. "or are you searching for an excuse to make me talk?"

"maybe." you hum, and quickly shake the excitement out of you as you press the metal to his skin. slowly, slowly, and with a light grip, you move the razor from his cheekbone down to his jaw. "oh! it came off smooth this time!" you turn his head to the side so he can take a look himself.

he softly smiles at the sight, finding your effort nothing but adorable. "good job." he praises you. "continue like that."

and continue you did. throughout, he constantly encouraged you and gave you advice. you insisted on washing his face too, but he wanted to do that himself. you've already done enough for him.

after he's done, he dries off his hands. "it's your turn." you can feel his warmth spread into your shoulders as he guides you to stand in front of him. diluc enjoyed doing your hair, mostly because it prevents you from getting shoulder and neck pain, but also because he's used to taking care of hair. have you seen his? a huge handful, but he manages. "anything specific you want me to do?"

"hm..." placing your hand on your chin, you pretend to think for a bit, though your choice was already set in stone. "can you make my hair look like yours?"

diluc raises an eyebrow. "like mine?" he pauses looking through the sink drawers.

"like fluffy. and a ponytail!"

"that will be... difficult, honey. are you—?" the two of you hold eye contact for just a split second, but he knows your facial expressions all too well. "you are sure. fine. i'll try."

"with the pink curlers?"

"with the pink curlers."

[zushikiss]

mmmm book boyfriend diluc is so real

book boyfriend diluc who never fails to amaze you every morning by cooking gourmet and serving it as breakfast in bed.

book boyfriend diluc who always picks you up when you work late at night because he wants to keep you safe.

book boyfriend diluc whose heart melts when he sees you wearing his coats and it's so much bigger that you're drowning in fabric.

book boyfriend diluc who would chase after you in the morning if you left earlier than him because he just can't forget to give you a goodbye kiss.

book boyfriend diluc who will never ever let you open a door when he's around, it's just not gonna happen.

book boyfriend diluc who is also your professional jar opener, bag carrier, food delivery guy, and probably a lot more.

book boyfriend diluc who will whisper sweet and comforting words to your ear after a day that could've gone better.

book boyfriend diluc who is so perfect and literally straight out of a book that it feels so ethereal to be with him.

i need book boyfriend diluc in my life.

[2-dsimp]

Hey 2-dsmip! I saw your Villain Yandere! Diluc x Citizen! Y/N I and love it!

Can you please do a headcanon about Villain Yandere! Diluc x Citizen! Y/N?

(Bonus: Y/N is a doctor)

『Yandere Villain! Diluc Hcs』

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→ “Where do you think you’re going without me? It’s too dangerous for someone as forgiving as you. Tell me where you need to go and I’ll be your escort”

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『。It’s safe to say that you’ve got your own personal guard, who greatly gives off Doberman boyfriend energy. If you’re off on another misadventure in your daily life as a casual doctor then best believe you’ll be under Diluc’s supervision.』

『。It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, he just can’t help the paranoia of the mere thought of you being taken from him. The tasteless mention of it makes him sick to his stomach, setting in a nasty whirlwind of frustration, helplessness, and worry.』

『。The dark knight honestly wouldn’t know what horrors he’d commit if so much as a hair on your head was touched by someone other than him.』

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→ “Keep your distance from the crowds and stay close to me. I’ll make sure no harm comes to you… I swear it on my oath to you, my Doctor.”

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『。The villain on the run would rasp in your ear as he shepherded you towards your next client. Making sure to send death glares to any smuck who’d happen to linger their unworthy gaze upon his savior for more than 1.5 seconds.』

『。And yes he does the mental math since 1.5 seconds is all it’d take for him to unsheathe his fire blade and lop the offenders head from off their shoulders. He wants to send a crystal clear to all the lowborn scum that his doctor will and always will be off limits to the slimy likes of them.』

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→ “I really can’t take my eyes off you for even a moments notice can I? No matter who your patients may be, don’t let your guard down around them. Or else I’ll take matters into my own hands.”

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『。Dulic would scold to you in private his fiery eyes emboldened by the ugly emotions running rampant in his heart. As he can’t help but grind his ball his fists and grind his teeth. Just from seeing how happy you looked, wasting your time with any lucky bastard who you’d happen to volunteer to nurse back to health.』

『。All due to your altruistic nature of which he almost wished you’d never had. Since all it did was attract more beggars and leeches vying for your affection and attention that he deemed to be his right alone.』

『。From the moment you saved him from his own damnation. That was when you signed away all your rights to autonomy since he’d stick to you like a shadow and make sure to ward off anyone and everything daring to disturb his newfound home of which he found in you.』

[klipgenie]

Good evening, nairyshi, please kindly consider this Diluc request: Donna, after seeing Diluc leave the 'With Wind Comes Glory' and tuck a ring box into the inner pocket of his coat, started to declare to anyone who would listen that Diluc finally wised up and decided to marry her. When the rumor reach Diluc's ears, it leaves the Pyro user completely perplexed as everyone and their grandmother knows he's dating you.

Please also kindly take as long as you need with this request; I have no qualms in waiting. Furthermore, by no means feel obligated to prioritize this request over your other requests.

i like this request!! thanks🙈

you and diluc have been together since you were both teens and he’d never trade you out for anything or anyone. You both shared embarrassing, awful, funny and horrible memories but in a relationship, ESPECIALLY a long term one, there will be hardships but love easily overcomes it.

he thought it was time to finally wed you and give you his last name and hopefully a family. It’s been years that you both called each other ‘boyfriend and girlfriend’ you never complained about not being married yet or him not proposing. He just didn’t want you to jump to conclusions or think wrong— marriage is a big commitment.

you knew donna to be the florist inside mondstadts wall, you never conversated with her. Just a quick hi or hello or a chat about flowers. You were oblivious to the fact she secretly envyed you and your existence with the man she wanted but she never voiced it to anyone and she never made it known that she felt that way about you. Have you had known how delusional she was maybe your whole house wouldn’t be decorated and lathered in her flowers she spent hours picking for her shop.

diluc was free on this day while you were busy doing what needed to be done in your shared home. Diluc has class and was raised right by his father— you don’t ask for much because you don’t wanna seem greedy or like a user but he insist to get whatever you want even if it’s the most expensive thing on the list. Even if it were his last sack of mora he would spend every last coin on you and you only. You always assure him to not go for something that’ll cost him a leg and arm when it comes to being materialistic esp when he’s buying it for you. He’s a stubborn as a bull and doesn’t listen, so who expects him not to buy the most expensive and valuable ring in all of teyvat. unbeknownst to you tho; marriage hasn’t cross your mind yet! not that you weren’t ready..just other things occupied your mind.

so when donna seen her “lover” across the path— eyeing him down: a ring box was seen shoved in his pocket. He made his way towards donnas florist shop and without a doubt: she got excited and ran inside her shop shrieking to herself for a quick minute but when she came out..diluc wasn’t there? well that’s cause he wasn’t going to her shop in the first place, he was headed home; to his lover.

poor donna thought ‘maybe he’s just nervous..soon it’ll happen! he’ll propose to me.’ well, now she had her hopes up high right along with her delusion. Without a chance she went around the small town and started off telling friends of hers that diluc had finally manned up to propose to her, then the townspeople and her customers. Word got around quickly as it traveled pass the walls and eventually into Springvale.

a few days pass and you come out your shared home as venture the town and look at the shops to see what they are selling. While your walking in town, you get stares, But i mean..you are known for dating one of the richest people in teyvat. You continue to walk but then realize the stares aren’t looks of admiration but more like pitiful, disappointed and concerned stares. Something happened or you did something. Brushing it off you continue to shop and walk around taking in the sound of the busy roads blended together with chatter.

an old woman approached you and began to conversate with you “sweetie, did you here about what they are saying with diluc? such a shame, i heard he was already with a young lady.” this struck curiosity but you didn’t want to find out from anyone else, you wanted to hear from diluc or kaeya..they’d now more than an old lady you thought.

dismissing yourself from the conversation, you glided through the people in the streets to get to his tavern. You weren’t mad but you wanted to know what was being said that was ‘such a shame’. To your surprise he’s not there, no one is— it’s closed. turning your back to the tavern to walk in the direction of your home, you were stopped by one of the tavern workers who you knew. “y/n! i-is it true?” you give him a confused looked “what’s true? what are you talking about?” the change of expression on the man’s face could say alot

“rumors going around that donna and diluc are getting married” oh.

oh! you haven’t got the words to say to this man so you walk away. putting 2 and 2 together..that’s why everyone was looking at you like that earlier. Opening the door to your house with diluc— he welcomes you with open arms but you just slip right through them and drag yourself away from him. “dear?-“

“why are there rumored going around about you and donna..? and a marriage?” you say followed by a sigh of disbelief and worriness

“love.” diluc voiced before he came to embrace you “i don’t know why they are saying that. I knew the rumors would get to you soon and i was just as shocked as you when you heard it for the first time. But know that i would never throw our years of love down the drain for someone else.” his words struck you like a feather spear and healed the wound of worry you had in your heart. “so, why? what made her say that?” you ask with no left over worry in your voice..just concern and curiosity. “i’ve no clue, but you don’t have to worry about it.” you look at him with a smile before he comes and embraces you, reassuring you.

[archer-fb]

diluc is in my mind rn

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sub!diluc who pretends to be all stoic while you continue your teasing and ministrations to his slutty hole

sub!diluc who gets very possessive anytime he sees someone trying to flirt with you so he starts to act all bratty to get your attention back on him

sub!diluc who bartends all night with a vibrator in his ass for acting like a brat

sub!diluc who wears lingerie under his normal clothes all day to surprise you after a stressful night

sub!diluc who will fight with kaeya on purpose in front of you so he gets punished

sub!diluc who ends up getting fucked into oblivion in his own tavern on a normal occurrence

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i love this man

[belovedluc]

HEY I JUST WANNA SAY THAT I LOVE UR WORK SM!!🥰😝🤘💓💖💕💗💝💟💞💘 COULD YOU DO DAD!DILUC WITH LACTATION KINK???? ITS OKAY IF YOU DONT WANT TO😋😋😋

YES YES YES

I’m doing an AFAB for this one and a pregnant reader cause it makes more since

Warnings: lactation, 7 month pregnancy, rough ish(?) diluc

DAD BOD DILUC SUPREMACY

“Are you still sore?”

That’s all you ever heard since you’ve gotten pregnant, ‘are they sore honey?’ Is there anything I can do to help relieve that pain?’ You loved Diluc, obviously you did, but by god was it getting annoying. So when he asked for the fifth time today, you agreed.

Now here you are. Shirtless in the bed, with your hot and heavy red head of a husband lapped your breast like a starved man.

“Taste so good..mm..”

“A-Ah! D-diluc!!” He was tugging and biting, sucking, on your left boob, taking any and all milk. But don’t worry about them being uneven, diluc swapped places with your left and your right. Keeping up his rough pace.

While he kept his mouth latched on one breast, his gloveless, calloused hands massaging your other. It’s not like it wasting milk if diluc was there to lap it up as soon as it leaked out.

Besides your body will make more and you have plenty already stored in the fridge.. just let him be a good husband and do this, you’ll let him won’t you?

[anantaru]

"you shouldn’t love someone like me."

there was an unclouded apprehension in diluc’s dispiriting tone, though really, was there?

beyond the shadow of a doubt, there always was and will be, something telling him that he wasn't right for you.

yet your expression softens slightly as you thought over it in your deepened pondering, elbows turned inwards, pulse lowered and your muscles slowly tensing up.

besides that, the short lived silence wasn’t one of a defeating nor pressuring kind, nor was it causing you to lose enthusiasm and hope; yes, it was disheartening, very much so, but you were aware of the dredged reasoning behind diluc’s particular choice of words.

in due course, you sigh into your chest, composing yourself, profoundly yet enough to keep your serenity, again and again reminding yourself of the gut-wrenching words he had uttered just moments ago, "and why is that?"

the quality of life varies enormously from one place to another, yet regardless of where you are, it doesn’t matter to you at all— because diluc was there with you, so you couldn't even fathom nor think about living a life without your boyfriend by your side.

"I—" mimicking the exact tone, diluc attempted to cash in on the inner confidence from earlier, which, in actuality was nothing but a fake from the very beginning.

don’t misunderstand him, he thinks you deserve way better than him, it's more than that if he looks into his heart, frankly— he was sure that, in his eyes, there really wasn’t any part of him reaching your level.

he frowns, "it's complicated." sure, you knew that, but right now it seemed as if he hadn't had an answer either. "i don't need anyone else diluc."

and when you catch him looking, you just know he's smart enough to know the effect he had on you, same goes the other way around. you take haste and move closer to him, making space so you can sit on his lap, but also be able to leisurely wrap your arms around his neck.

those seconds, pure intimacy invading the air around you, warming diluc's broken, confusing heart as you flawlessly lean in, kissing his lips.

"so don't ever doubt yourself, because you're perfect to me."

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[veintrry]

THE HEAT THAT WARMS MY HEART.

diluc before he realises how he feels for you.

tagz: gn!reader, fluff, hcs, drabble, they/them prns used (but they're literally like used once so 😭), nothing about the readers appearance is specified expect hair but that's only an if.

an: THIS ONES FOR MY MAN DILUC BCS HE GETS WRITTEN OFF AS A COLD MF TOO OFTEN 💯💯 but seriously he's such a sweetheart it kills me. me writing this at midnight with my eyes popping out of my sockets like a lunatic.

Diluc who doesn't even notice how the corners of his lip quirk up whenever he hears you talk, listening to you ramble about an event as you stay seated at Angel's Share. Your voice soothing him as he works his magic behind the bar, making drinks and offering an ear to people and an eye to the bard and his growing bill. But you make it bearable and make his heart softer that he might just forgive the bard for his bill if he keeps prompting conversations with you.

Diluc who offers to help you train, duelling you with wooden swords, rid from his black wool coat, his arms bare as he dons his sleeveless white button up. He ensures to not injure you, however he does dedicate himself to training you properly, making you feel as though you were in a real duel. He makes sure you take breaks, he prepares drinks and food from Good Hunter and Dawn Winery just for the two of you as you chat over lunch. He gives you tips and advice, helps your form, ties your hair up (if it's long or gets in your way). And even though he seems so composed he feels his heart thump the closer you are and he thinks maybe it's the thrill of the fight, or the proud he feels recognising your improvement, but he can't explain why he feels so light when he takes care of himself so well and why his breath stops when you compliment his swordsmanship or his teaching skills.

Diluc who writes you letters back regarding your concerns for him on his trips away from Mondstadt, cleansing your worries and reassuring you'd he be back and bring you something as well. He who roams town's, markets, villages and buys something instantly the moment it reminds him of you. He who searches for flowers that only grow in the soil of their land to send to you so you too could appreciate their beauty and be enraptured by it just as he is by you. He who spends ages re-reading your letters, his eyes glazing your writing and it's detail that made it unique before his eyes glue to your name, signing it off.

Diluc who is at your door when he notices how he hadn't seen you all day. Who comes with medicine, groceries, including the small things you like. He who offers you a room at the Winery so that you'd have people tend to you and so he can make sure you aren't overworking yourself too hard and even though he's the one that suggested it the idea of knowing he'd be waking up in the same place as you, only a few spaces apart makes him slightly nervous on how you'd perceive him. He who whenever you need comfort is the first to be there, not even having to say any words, only pulling you into his warmth and letting you release yourself.

Diluc who's brother is first to notice his behaviour towards you, causing him to look at the redhead with a knowing look, a glint in his eyes that told the coated man that he not only knew something, but it was something that Kaeya found to be useful information. Though, they are brothers, so after he hints at the the underlying truth he'll tell Diluc outright when you're not around. "Can't I be happy for my brother?" his voice teasing as he beckons the older boy to press further. "What is there to be happy for?" A raise of his brow is in unison with his apparent confusion. Kaeya has to hold back a laugh though it creeps into his smile and when he speaks again his eye meet directly with crimson gems,

"Luc', You like them."

And everything stops for a while as he registers it. And though he wishes to say that he is upset that his brother is the one to have been the reason for his realisation, he can't help but feel a bit joyful to know he harbored such feelings for you. Things slightly made more sense now.

[paw-padss]

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH！

ft. diluc, childe, al-haitham, baizhu

summary: nothing quite says I love you than baking a cake with your lover that says that exact thing in frosting, right? (bake a cake with them, afterwards telling them that the cake is for them!)

A/N: thought i would up the production quality a bit! i literally spun a wheel to decide if they would be good at baking or not so if u think it's ooc don't blame me blame the wheel (100% blame me /hj)（´-`）HAPPY VALENTINES DAYYY :333

notes: hidden relationship in diluc's, all established relationships, no dialogue, gn reader, alhaitham is bad at feelings

DILUC wasn't the kind of guy people approached often; his large frame and serious face made him seem frightening and intimidating. So when you, the new intern, confronted him at his desk with the idea of baking your baking partner for the valentines office party, your coworkers were surprised at your bravery, even a little scared. Of course, they would never come to the conclusion that you and Diluc had a more intimate relationship than what is revealed at work. Diluc had been approached by many people in hopes of being his partner, but to no avail. So they were even more surprised when their seemingly distant boss said yes. Guess it turns out Diluc was actually much more cordial than he ever lets on.

DILUC was the last guy you expected to be bad at baking, but after watching him in the kitchen, with ingredients scattered around the counters and a mysterious concoction in the mixing bowl, you couldn’t help but be very worried. The aroma, or rather, stench, that filled the kitchen was very strange. Like burnt vanilla with bitter frosting. The fire alarm had gone off at least twice, and by the end of it, both you and Diluc looked like you were the mixing bowls. Flour, water, and pink frosting decorated both you two and the marble counters. All that stood was a burnt heart cake with the words 'I love you' in what was supposed to be pink icing. Naturally, when you tell him the cake is his gift from you, an anxious expression appears on his face, and rightfully so, is that cake even edible? Well, it's the thought that counts, right?

AL-HAITHAM was generally known for being critical, observant, and very skilled. One thing he was not known for, was his social skills. So when his fellow researchers heard that he had an arrangement for the afternoon, they were surprised to say the least. You had asked Al-haitham to bake a cake together, and he had no real reason to decline. After all, he had nothing better to do than help his lover with something they’re passionate about. That’s how you show affection! (or so he’s been told.)

you stood in awe. Al-HAITHAM was diligent and committed to his task, you shouldn’t have expected any less. Of course everything had to be in order, the ingredients were neatly placed on the counter in order of usage next to the mixing bowl, and he had decided that you two would alternate between task. By the end of the whole ordeal, the kitchen was left better than how it was and what was left was a cute vanilla cake with the words ‘I love you’ written neatly in frosting. I guess you two really do make a great team. When you tell him that the cake is for him, of course he’s very appreciative, even a bit taken aback, he wasn’t completely used to the feeling of receiving romantic affection, but he just looked at you blankly, before saying thank you very curtly. Of course his mates will try to tell him off later for being ‘too serious’, but who is Al-haitham if not serious?

CHILDE was known by many for his alleged proficiency in many skills. So naturally it makes sense that you would ask him for his help to bake a cake, and how could he say no? It's just baking a cake, how hard could it be? not to mention he would baking with one of his favorite people in the world!

Turns out, hard. You and CHILDE had made a mess of the kitchen and had no desire to clean it up. Flour, sugar, extract, sprinkles (where did he find sprinkles?), and other mysterious liquids littered the counter along with your aprons. At least the cake looked almost edible. The whole thing was basically raw dough shaped into a heart with a sad attempt at pink decoration scribbled on the top, a meek 'I love you'. When you told Childe that the cake was for him, his awkward cough was enough of a reaction before he doubled over in laughter. At least your love held together better than the cake.

BAIZHU was known for his great medical skills and attention to health. But that doesn' t mean he doesn' t mind enjoying a treat from time to time, so when you asked him if he wanted to bake a cake together, he happily accepted. Nothing makes his day better than being time with you, the more time he gets to spend with you, the better.

Doctors are clean and organized, which would explain the nature of the kitchen that you two stood in as you watched as BAIZHU guided his hands, careful and full of technique, around the counter top. Turns out he didn’t even need the recipe book, and he bakes for qiqi on many occasions. The cake looked like something out of a pinterest board, perfectly cut edges gracefully decorated with pink icing, and a graceful ‘I love you’ scripted in the same color. When you tell him that the cake is for him, he smiles and suggests that you share it, together. it’s to be expected that Baizhu would want to do something romantic like that (if that’s the case, then why does your face feel so hot???).

A/N: i've been told my haitham is lacking a soft side, but YOUR a soft side!! hope i didn't disappoint (╥_╥). kindaaa struggled on baizhu ending sorry i hit a brick wall （ーー；）

[mitsvriii]

Hair Troubles

TW's: none

Pairings: Diluc x reader

Word Count: 210+

Reader type: Can be any, but reader is described to have long hair.

A/N: I caved

(Inspired by this art by @danijaci)

You furrowed your eyebrows as you tried to focus on your drawing. Your hair kept falling in the way so you had to stop every so often to tuck it back behind your ear. It was adding onto your already growing headache.

You groaned in annoyance as your hair fell back down for the nth time today. You tucked it behind your ear again harshly, failing to notice the approaching footsteps of someone.

You felt a pair of gloved hands grab your hair, causing you to tense up.

"You should tie your hair up", came the familiar voice, causing you to relax.

You breathed out a sigh, "Thank you, it was staying everywhere except from behind my ear."

Diluc nodded from behind you as you felt him finish tying up your hair. "Of course, I'm glad I could help."

He was glad that there wasn't any mirrors around or else you would see him as red as his hair. Diluc was so caught up in your hair's scent, it smelled something akin to roses and vanilla. "Done."

You turned around and went to thank him, but he was already walking away, his hand covering his face. You furrowed your brows in confusion, but then shrugged and went back to your drawings.

[sonder-paradise]

Request for a drabble/one shot (whichever you feel like writing!) :

Reader is in love with Diluc and has been trying to hide it. They decide to go out drinking one night after a long day, and end up ranting about how perfect and gorgeous he is to a friend without realizing who's working at the bar that night.

𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — 𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐫

◊ ft. diluc, gn!reader

◊ genre. fluffy crackish

◊ synopsis. the night is young and whilst drunk, you spill your heart to the bartender walking you home. unluckily, he's the heart you speak of.

“I wonder if it’s ever occurred to him I wanna be more than just friends?” 

A light fragrance swam through the amber-lit bar. A cozy chatter of people collected, wooden boards creaked under the pressure of people coming to and fro. Glasses clinked hand and hand whilst the symphony of a lyre lulled the crowds. 

You stared at the last drops of drink in your glass. Slouched over on the table, you leaned against your arm mumbling words that were lost the moment they made it out of you. 

“Oh? Who’s this you’re referring to?” Rosaria said, sliding over to you with a mug in her own clutches.

Though upon further inspection of your appearance, it didn’t seem she would be getting her answer anytime soon. Kaeya laughed from your other side, motioning from you to a certain bartender currently attending to another customer. Rosaria smiled upon making the connection. 

“I just don’t get it,” you whined again, swaying uneasily in your seat, “Maybe he really is stupid…” You made a look that read in between the lines of unbelievable and believable. 

“Why is he stupid, hm?” Kaeya pushed, sipping his drink with a knowing glaze. 

“He’s not stupid!” you said, perking up a bit, “He’s so, so, so pretty and smart. He’s so nice too… Did you know that he offers to walk me home all the time? Does that mean something? Do you think it means something?” 

Rosaria shrugged, tapping your forehead with the side of her mug. The condensation pressed against your skin, cooling it to the touch. “Do you think it means something?” 

You paused and went quiet, looking down at the bar and swirling patterns into the wooden grains with a finger. 

“I want it to mean something.” 

A knowing exchange sparked between the two at your side. Despite your drunken antics, you seemed to be just as aware of it. 

“You two are messing with me!” you exclaimed, “You won’t get me to admit anything! Nothing, I tell you!” 

Kaeya grinned, slinging an arm around your shoulder. “Nothing? I sincerely doubt that. Tell us a little more about your mystery man.”

You shook your head. Then, you stopped, squinting at your drink. “I’m out… Bartender!” 

Cupping your empty cup in hand, you didn’t look back up till the bartender working tonight had settled in front of you. Your mind, hazy and lovestruck, didn’t seem to process who it was. 

“I think you’re finished for tonight,” Diluc sighed, plucking the cup out of your hands. He held it up while you squirmed, preparing to fight him for another. The way you gazed up at him had his heart in a quiver. 

Kaeya grinned like a cat. “Mind walking them back to their place?”

"Where are you taking me?"

Diluc tightened his grip around your waist as you stumbled forward. It was no lie that he had seen you drunk before, but seeing you this drunk was certainly a new experience.

"As I said before, I'm taking you home," he said softly.

You squinted at him, poking his chest. Then upon confirming his sturdiness, poked him again.

"No! There's only one person that walks me back and you can't be him!"

An odd laughter escaped him while you floundered about in his embrace. "And who is this person?"

The way you paused and seemed to ponder this question had him rather amused. You ushered him closer. Your lips grazed the husk of his ear and tickled his skin.

"He's... a secret!" you exclaimed, smacking the man over the head. His eyes widened and he rubbed the spot you had just hit.

"Alright, alright. If he's such a secret, you wouldn't mind given me hints, would you?" Diluc said with a smirk. You still trailed slightly in front of him, leading the way.

"Hm, okay, but only a couple. He's very handsome. He has this pretty red hair I wanna play with and his eyes are always so enflamed with this passion I love so much. Sometimes I think he works too much. I wish he'd rest more often. Oh! And he has a really, really nice waist."

The rest of your words rambled off and on about his waist how "if it looks so huggable, then obviously I should hug it, right?"

Diluc smiled warmly at your words. The way your eyes lit up ever-so brightly made the butterflies in his stomach flutter madly. Your voice exuded a sort of brilliant adoration that he had never heard before.

Despite being disgustingly drunk, your words were honest and, well perhaps a little embarrassing. Upon reaching your doorstep, you shoved your keys into the lock before turning back to look at your new friend.

"Do you think he likes me?"

The redhead's eyes widened for a spilt second before smiling at you. "I'm not sure. Do you think he likes you?"

You reached up, brushing off a stray leaf nestled in his hair. Sobriety seemed to be warming you up as you matched his affectionate smile.

"I want him to like me."

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[witch-hazels-musings]

Forever Falling

warning: reader falls but is caught by character, drunk people mention, non-descript drink mention

diluc x gn reader | anthology - diluc drabble

The tavern was packed tonight. Patrons filled every inch, bomoed into one another without a care. Normally you would have avoided coming here on a busier night but it had been a while since you went out, and your friends were pretty convincing. Still, as you waited in line for something to drink, you started to wonder if it was even worth it. Why was it so loud in here.

"Thank you," you said with a smile to Charles who acknowledged you for a split second before moving onto another patron. Bartending was no joke; you'd make sure to leave him an extra big tip next time. "Excuse me," you repeated as you passed through the sea of bodies. They didn't pay much attention to you but you managed without their help. Until, that is, you got to the staircase.

A line had formed to get to the second floor, but no one was moving. People staggered back and forth on the steps, blocked the traffic from moving up while a steady stream filtered down. If you wanted to get back to your table, you were going to have to wait, or ask a bit more forcefully.

"Sorry, I just want to squeeze past you," you tried to stay polite, to smile and laugh a little as you spoke but the tavern noise drowned you out. You managed to get a few steps up but that was about it. "Um, sorry ..." you tapped someone on the shoulder and as soon as they turned to look at you, a wave of people pushed down the steps and you felt yourself slip.

You shouted in surprise, reaching for the rail to catch yourself. The solid sole of your shoe slid across the polished wood floor making it impossible to stop yourself. You were going to hit the ground, hard. Mentally you prepared for it but what actually happened threw it all out the window.

You crashed into something, but it wasn't the floor. It was sturdy, had arms that caught you and held you upright, held a warmth that permeated through your clothes. When you opened your eyes to see what it was, you froze.

Diluc Ragnvindr was holding you, his sharp jaw and vibrant hair were inches from your face. You could see a scowl slowly develop on his features, feel his hand grip your right arm tightly, feel the heat of his palm on your waist. Your heart was pounding. Where did he even come from?

"Be more aware of yourselves," he scolded, adding quickly, "If you continue to choose to loiter in my establishment, I will ask you to leave." Diluc's tone sent a shock through the crowd, several soft apologies drifted down toward him as they hurridly scattered up or down the staircase. A few people looked at you causing you to shy away. "Are you hurt?" He asked after the crowd dissipated, and helped you stand upright again. His arm stretched out beside you to act as your support and barrier to those passing by.

"I don't think so ..." Instinctually, you placed your hand on Diluc's arm. Somehow it felt even more sturdy than the railing he was holdin onto. As you examined yourself, tested your ankles for injury, you noticed the drink you were holding spilled and had stained your brand new shirt. "... that sucks," you huffed, rolling your eyes as you pulled on the wet fabric to help it dry.

"I'll pay for it to be cleaned," he said, pointedly.

"Oh no - it was my fault." You threw up your hand in protest but he was already ushering you toward office door next to the bar. With ease he took the drink in your hand, careful with his touch, and quickly placed it on the counter. "Um-"

"I'll make you another," he explained before escorting you the rest of the way. He opened the office door, gesturing for you to enter and when you were inside, he pulled on the door leaving it slightly ajar. "I apologize for the damage to your clothes."

"It's really alright. You really don't need to apologize." You waved him off, "Nor do you need to do more than what you've already done."

"I don't mind."

"Yes but ..." he paused, glancing at you from the corner of his eyes. His presence was so intimidating even if he didn't mean too. It was no wonder you swallowed your words at the intensity of his glance. Nervous, you began to pick at your nails. Somehow it was harder to breathe in this small, empty room than it was out there in the bustling crowd. "So, um ..." find something to fill the quiet before your heart explodes, "is it usually this rowdy?"

"Not normally. I suspect the warming weather has a part to play." The clinking of metal created a steady beat in the office. There was a ticking clock behind you which drew your attention to the wall. Accolades, awards, and other accommodations covered it until there was hardly space anymore. Newspaper clippings that seemed older than you were carefully covered by a pane of glass. One in particular caught your eye - an older man who bore a striking resemblance to Diluc was standing next to the entrance to Angel's Share. His smile was bright, proud. You'd never met Crepus but based on how the townspeaple spoke of him, he looked exatly like you imagined. "This should do," Diluc's voice drew you back, in his hands was a small pouch that he offered to you.

You took a few steps toward him, your eyes landing everywhere but on his face. The pouch was heavy; this was far too much. "Thank you, I'll return the rest of it."

"No need,"

"Diluc," you looked at him, head tilted and eyes narrowing to express your displeasure.

Surprisingly, he gave in, "If you insist."

"I do," you said with a small smile. He nodded and placed the rest of the mora back into a lockbox. "Honestly, It's nice of you to even offer. I wouldn't have asked you, you know."

"Mmmhm," Diluc turned to reach the doorknob before you could so you paused to let him but he was taking his time. Confused, you looked behind you to see if there was something you knocked over or disrupted that made his falter. "Are you headed home?" He asked unexpectedly, fingers wrapped securly around the doorknob, the crack in the door growing smaller as if he wanted to keep this part of the conversation private.

"Probably soon," you admitted. You weren't that comfortable in the bar to begin with and now your clothes were wet, and stained. "I might spend a few more minutes with my friends then head home. Why?"

Diluc's jaw clenched, he looked past you as if lost in thought before returning to focus on your very warm face. You'd never been this close to him before, nor alone with him this long. At most you chatted with him while a bar top separated you, or you spoke pleasantries when passing each other in the city. This was one of the more intimate interactions you had with him. you didn't want it to end - you were being greedy.

"When you are ready to leave, come find me. I'll escort you home." Naturally you wanted to protest, tell him that was far too much but something in his intense stare told you to let it be. Your breathing sped up, your heart started to pound wildly again. Did he have any idea how much he effected you?

"Okay," you replied, eyes searching his until you landed on his lips right as they turned upward.

"Take you're time, I'll be ready whenever you are."

Nodding, you stepped through the door but as you re-entered the bustling tavern you turned back to him, catching him by surprise.

"I'm ready now," you confessed, hands wringing around the edge of your shirt. Diluc had yet to close the door, hadn't even turned toward you. He was frozen in place, and you held your breath waiting for his next move.

With ease, he closed and locked the office before closing the distance between you and raising his arm toward the back door.

"Let's head out the back," he suggested, moving his body so you could walk past him. Giddy, elated, nervous, you took a step, felt the warmth of his palm against your back as he sheparded you onward.

The cool night air rushed through your hair, the scent of rain -kissed flowers filled your nose as you stepped in the back alley, unafraid.

"You still owe me a drink though," you teased, voice timid even though you were trying to be brave.

Diluc chuckled which sounded so perfect in the quiet of the evening, "Of course," he affirmed as the two of you headed away from the boistrous noise flooding out of Angel's Share and making your own in comforting conversation.

[ttalgi]

diluc birthday drabble, diluc x gn!reader

planning to get up early to surprise diluc with a birthday breakfast, only to find yourself unable to move in his cocoon like hold. trying to untangle yourself without waking him up results in a success as you sneak away to the kitchen.

wondering if "pile 'em up" would be too much for a breakfast, you get distracted by the window showing the sun beginning to peak above the horizon, not noticing the padding of steps behind you. letting out a soft gasp as arms wrap around you from the back, you then lean back into his warm embrace.

you two stand there watching the sunrise without a care in the world but each other. because as they say, "long nights are always followed by a magnificent sunrise."

notes: based on his birthday post description, not proofread, no caps on purpose, happy birthday diluc!!