#diluc ragvindr x reader

[eclectiaa]

Like a Movie (ft. Diluc Ragvindr x Fem!Reader)

Note: This turned out longer than expected, though it isn't long by any stretch. I've been having a craving to write for Diluc for a while now, so I'm glad I finally could! Happy reading! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Content: In which Diluc hires you to 'play' his girlfriend.

The first time you met Diluc Radvindr, you fell for him immediately...

Hotel Debord's grand Mondstadt opening was an unmistakable success. The ballroom was transformed into a lavish party space, complete with an endless array of gourmet food under the sparkling chandeliers. Diluc Ragvindr stood in one corner, brows furrowed as he watched his father attempt to introduce him to yet another socialite. Crepus was all smiles, but Diluc could see the desperation in his eyes as he tried to play matchmaker. It didn't help when one party—your own son, no less—was so unwilling.

The latest candidate sipped on her cocktail and giggled at every word, making Diluc want a very long drink from his own glass—anything to drown out the noise of the party tonight.

"Excuse me," he said after finishing the rest of his cider in one go. "I need to refill my drink."

He snuck off for the bar before Crepus could protest.

It was just another typical night for the scion, but the same could not be said for you. An influencer friend had dragged you here tonight. As she grabbed your arm, bringing you closer to the crowded bar, you couldn't help but feel out of your element.

You were out of your element in these fancy clothes... among these elite guests. This was compounded further after your friend effectively abandoned you, giggling along to a black-haired musician the last time you saw her.

Before you could call it a night, a man with slicked-back hair and a lingering gaze approached you. It wasn't long till he was making inappropriate comments. When you finally put your foot down, he refused to take no for an answer. Now you were pissed, scene be damned.

"Can't you see she's not interested?"

Except a voice behind you spooked the guy straight. "M-Mr. Ragvindr—"

"Scram."

The man didn't need to be told twice, walking away without even looking in your direction.

"...I could have handled that, you know," you found yourself saying. Was it too much liquid courage?

"You looked like you were handling it great."

That snarky tone did nothing for your mood. You whirl around, a retort on your lips, only to come face-to-face with sharp golden eyes and fiery red hair. It was packed, sure, but you hadn't realized how close he was. Flustered by the sudden proximity to the unfairly handsome man, you took an unsteady step back.

Except your ankles caught on your flowing dress hem, and you tipped backward with a yelp.

The man reacted on instinct. His arms locked around your waist, yanking you tight toward his chest. Your relieved gasp rang in his ears, and Diluc Ragvindr looked down at you, regarding you with unveiled amusement lurking in his gaze.

"Just like you handled that."

"You—"

"Diluc!" Crepus's jovial voice boomed. "I've been looking for you—"

He stopped short, eyes blowing wide at the sight of his reclusive son wrapped intimately around a dazzling young lady. A wicked grin spread over his face as he clapped. "Well, well! What do we have here? You should have just said that you had someone! I have to tell your mother."

"Wait—" Except his father was long gone. The red-haired man felt an ache in his temples. Then he locked eyes with you, still snug in his arms. "...Great."

The second time you met Diluc Ragvindr, he proposed...

"We have to stop meeting like this."

Strong hands caught your shoulders, steadying you after you smacked right into a broad chest turning the corner. You look up, an apology on your lips, only to meet the intensely golden eyes and blazing red hair from your incident at Hotel Debord.

"What, are you stalking me?"

Diluc looked mildly offended. "No," he offered placidly, gesturing to the burly men who had stopped a little ways from you. "But they might be."

"Shit."

In your reunion, you'd forgotten about your father's debt collectors following you down the street. You'd been dodging their calls for a while. It wasn't your gambling habit, after all.

"We've gotta—" You looked up at the handsome man urgently, but he simply waved at the collectors. It was funny; they looked as confused as you were.

"Can I help you, gentlemen?"

"What are you—" you started to hiss. You didn't know who this rich boy was, but he was about to get robbed. Except with a few biting words, mysterious bodyguards, and a flash of cash, he sent them packing.

"Now..." he surveyed you for a moment, and you shivered under his gaze. The frigid November air didn't help either. "How about some coffee?"

The third time you met Diluc Radgvindr, you went steady...

"I'll do it."

You felt like you'd signed a deal with the devil with how his lips curled up in a smirk. He was a handsome one, though. "I knew you'd come around."

"You had no way of knowing that," you countered, shifting uncomfortably. You weren't that easy to read.

Diluc leaned back in his Herman Miller office chair, regarding you with a hint of amusement. "So we're in agreement—you pretend to be my devoted girlfriend for, say...six months. In return, I'll take care of your father's debt in full."

You frowned, shifting awkwardly as you stood in front of him. "Just a few fancy parties and smiling for some photos? That's all?"

"I may also require your company for the occasional business dinner." His gaze turned wry. "But I promise to make them more exciting than they sound."

Your thoughts spun over the security his offer provided. With a bracing breath, you lifted your chin. "Okay, Mr. Ragnvindr, you've got yourself a deal." You extended a hand to seal the deal, unable not to add a playful, "Though I'll still expect proper compensation for putting up with your undoubtedly high-maintenance self."

His much larger hand engulfed yours, palm pleasantly warm. "I would expect nothing less." His intense golden eyes glinted. "I look forward to...getting to know you better, Miss [Last Name]."

In the first month, you met his parents...

You inhaled deeply, trying to steady your nerves as Diluc's flashy sports car glided through the grand entrance of Ragvindr Manor. As he confidently strode up the marble steps, you couldn't help but feel a knot form in your stomach at the thought of meeting his parents—Crepus and Celia. You, a girl from nowhere, suddenly dating their only son? It was hard not to tremble at the thought.

Except they embraced you warmly. They were all bright smiles, and you could see genuine joy in their eyes as they welcomed you—the first girl brought home by their usually distant son—and felt a wave of guilt. You were lying to them. This was all pretend.

As the warm tea poured into your cup, Crepus's boisterous laughter echoed through the room. The jovial atmosphere eased the tension caused by Diluc's usually brooding demeanor.

Afterward, you joined Celia in arranging colorful roses, her gentle touch and encouraging words wounding your heart. "It's been so long since I've seen my son smile so freely," she said with a tender pat on your hand.

Under the moon's soft glow, Diluc drove you home in his sleek car, his usually stoic face now adorned with a small but genuine smile thanks to his parents' joy.

And as your heart fluttered at the thought of being able to make him smile like that, you realized you could definitely get used to it.

In the second month, you went on a festival date...

Warm light radiated from the delicate paper lanterns that hung above, gently swaying in the breeze as you and Diluc strolled hand-in-hand through the lively Windblume festival grounds. You couldn't help but notice the faint click of cameras in your peripheral, capturing every moment of your public outing with Diluc Ragvindr, the elusive scion.

When he suggested this 'date' to publicly confirm your new relationship status, you never expected him to actually win you an entire array of festival prizes at the game stalls!

"Who knew you were such a marksman?" you teased, hefting the oversized dragon plushie he had shot down for you.

Diluc smirked, guiding you toward the towering Ferris wheel shining in the dusk. "I'm a man of many skills."

You quirked a brow. "Humble, aren't we?"

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, and he glanced at you with a mischievous twinkle in his golden eyes. "Go ahead, take in the view," he said, scooting closer to you on the bench as the Ferris wheel began to ascend. The lights of the fairgrounds below created a magical backdrop as you shared this intimate moment at what felt like the top of the world.

In the third month, you went to a party...

The sound of champagne flutes clinking echoed throughout the grand ballroom as the glittering chandelier above cast a warm golden glow on the guests. Diluc expertly weaved you through the sea of people, introducing you to important figures along the way, hand always comfortingly on the small of your back. Your heart pounded with nerves as you tried to make a good impression at their group's prestigious annual charity gala.

When a hand landed on your shoulder, you turned to meet a single icy blue eye glinting with mischief.

"Well, aren't you a vision," Kaeya Alberich purred, oozing so much overblown charm it made you snort. You knew he was trying to get a rise out of his best friend. He hadn't been made privy to the 'contract' after all. You ignored the uncomfortable pinch in your chest at the thought of the fast-expiring arrangement.

The navy-haired man brushed an exaggerated kiss to your knuckles while waggling his eyebrows at his friend. "Care to ditch tall, glowering, and angry over there for a spin around the dance floor with me instead?"

Behind you, unseen, Diluc had gone utterly still, eyes promising murder on his infuriating childhood friend. Kaeya just smirked.

"Another time, perhaps," you giggled. "Who knows what tall, glowering, and angry will do if ditched."

"Very funny," Diluc muttered sardonically, taking the half-empty flute from your hand and putting it on a waiter's tray. Then he held out his hand. "Let's go."

You danced until you could barely stand the next morning.

In the fourth month, you faced reality...

You sat on the bed of his penthouse apartment, staring numbly at your phone. The tabloid headlines screaming gold digger and sugar baby occupied every newsstand in the city.

You wanted to sink into a hole and never come up. Hot tears blurred your vision as you imagined the disappointment on his parents' faces. They must have seen the fabricated quotes that painted you as after Diluc's—their—money by now. You knew exactly who was behind it—all for a quick payout to momentarily escape his crushing debts, no doubt.

You felt a comforting pressure on your shoulder as Diluc's strong hand grasped it. His expression was fierce as he locked eyes with you, his anger evident on your behalf. "Don't let these filthy rags bother you," he said, determination burning in his voice. "Everyone who knows you—everyone who matters—knows these are lies. I'll make sure the truth comes out, I promise."

You nodded, grateful for his reassurance. Yet, you still felt the claws of humiliation and self-doubt trying to drag you down. "I just... it reminds me of how little I belong, you know... in your world."

Fingertips tenderly tilted your chin back up. Diluc's golden eyes shone with empathy. "My world's not all that it's cracked up to be." He brushed a loose strand of hair from your cheek, touch lingering. "It can be incredibly lonely."

His thumb grazed your skin, and you shuddered out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You found yourself leaning into his touch, seeking solace in his presence. Diluc's arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a tight embrace that felt like a fortress against the chaos outside.

All that mattered was the two of you, entwined in a world of your own making. His body pressed against yours, igniting a fire within that threatened to consume every ounce of doubt and fear.

In the fifth month, you got away...

Seeking solace from the public eye after tabloid turmoil, Diluc surprised you by whisking you away to his family's secluded mountain cottage.

As your sports car raced down the forest highway, unease knotted in your gut. There was only one month left on your initial arrangement. This trip felt like Diluc's farewell gift to polish off your fake relationship before politely departing your life. You swallowed hard against the ache forming at the thought. You had realized your own feelings too late.

Diluc's smile slipped as he guided you inside the quaint cabin, misreading your quiet melancholy as lingering upset over media lies. His shoulders sagged under an invisible weight—it was his fault.

At first, you had quiet conversations centered around books plucked from the shelves or playful debates on recipes to try. Still, an undercurrent changed every glance, every subtle brush of fingers reaching for the same log by the fireplace.

One moonlit night, as you sipped wine, Diluc's gaze lingered on you over the rim of his glass. Golden eyes burned with intent that stole your breath.

"Thank you for staying by my side..." A calloused fingertip traced delicate lines down your wrist. "It's meant more than you know."

You felt your heart flutter at Diluc's words, his touch sending shivers down your spine. The crackling fire and the subtle glow of candlelight created an atmosphere that seemed to amplify the growing tension between you. The air hung heavy with unspoken desires, the weight of emotions threatening to spill over.

Then, it all came crashing down. "So, for this week at least, let's... try to forget and enjoy the peace."

He simply meant the tabloids, but to you, it sounded like goodbye.

In the sixth month...

Every day felt a little harder to breathe than the last. The end was coming, you knew, but it was hard not to savor every little moment that you could with him.

As you strolled through the upscale department store, your heels clicked against the marble flooring. You were waiting for him, hoping to make this final "date" here memorable. However, as you turned a corner, the sound of a high-pitched laugh caught your attention.

In the far corner of the room stood a familiar socialite, her perfectly coiffed hair and designer outfit drawing all eyes to her. She had always been openly interested in Diluc, not caring about his relationship status. Your heart sank as you watched them interact from afar, knowing it would soon be over between you and him.

He stood with his back turned to you, and as you approached, you could see a hint of a smile playing on her lips. Delicate fingers adorned with perfectly manicured nails rested lightly on his broad shoulder, and she tilted her head up to meet his gaze with a practiced air of charm.

You stopped in your tracks, your throat constricting at the sight. Dressed impeccably in an elegant outfit and sporting flowing blonde locks, she exuded a sense of effortless sophistication that made you feel completely outclassed. Your eyes met hers, a piercing shade of grey, and you couldn't help but feel intimidated by her presence next to Diluc.

With a quick pivot, you rushed down the busy streets without looking back.

Eventually, your phone started vibrating incessantly in your pocket. The texts piled up, each one asking if you were okay and why you missed your scheduled meeting. You finally responded with a brief lie, claiming that you were sick and slept through the appointment.

You didn't know how to face him.

You didn't know, but you knew that you had to.

It was with this resolution that you made your way to his office. They were familiar with you by now and waved you up to the elevators. To your surprise, you met familiar grey eyes as the doors reopened on Diluc's floor.

She sneered unpleasantly, "It's you." She sounded unimpressed. "Well, enjoy yourself until moving on to the next one, I guess."

It rubbed you the wrong way, but the fury at the multitude of tabloid headlines came rushing out at once. "You don't know anything!" you snapped. "I love him!"

"...What?"

Your head snapped to the side as you heard footsteps approaching. Diluc and his father, Crepus, stood in front of you. You didn't even register their expression as a mix of fear and embarrassment washed over you. You turned to run away, but Diluc easily caught up to you by the stairwell.

With a sudden jerk, he took hold of your wrist, his fingers closing tightly around your skin. He pulled you close, his body pressed against yours, and his lips crashed onto yours in a passionate and fiery kiss. Your heart raced as sparks shot through your body, leaving you breathless. The moment's intensity overwhelmed you, and all you could do was lose yourself in his powerful embrace.

...you found forever.

[moonflvver]

Silent Promise

character: Diluc Ragvindr x reader

warnings: Reader gets held hostage, description of reader getting choked (not by diluc), kind of angsty but there is fluff.

synopsis: Reader ends up in danger due to Diluc's position as the Darknight Hero when the abyss order ends up making connections due to the fact that reader is often seen at Dawn Winery, and coincidentally around the areas where the Darknight ends up appearing.

a/n: This is a drabble for a really old ask that I can no longer find in my inbox, enjoy.

w/c: 864

Diluc feels like he’s going to be sick. His mouth is dry. He never thought it would come to this. He never thought that the Abyss would be so bold as to kidnap you and take you hostage. And right now he needs to think. He needs to move. He needs to do anything at all. And he’s trying so hard to will his feet to move from the ground but they seem to be cemented to the spot where he’s standing. His entire body feels frozen, a stark contrast to the fire that usually simmers just beneath his skin. The entire point of him being the dark knight was to keep people safe, and yet he couldn’t even manage to keep you, the one person who actually mattered to him safe. This wasn’t supposed to be happening at all.

But he should’ve realized that with all the time you spent coming and going from the Dawn Winery someone was bound to pick up on the significance of your relationship with him. He was naive to think that he could keep you safe. He had been lulled into a false sense of safety by the Abyss order and they had taken advantage of his lack of foresight. His breathing felt mechanical at this point; it was almost as if he had to remind his lungs to inhale and exhale. He was still gripping his claymore, staring at the desperation on your face. A silent plea for him to save you. But then he sees the Abyss mage grip your throat tighter, fingers curling around your neck. Forcing your windpipe to close up even further, his name comes out of your mouth just barely. It sounds broken and he swears he’s never felt so angry in his life. Both at himself and at the bastards that would dare to hurt you. And finally he’s able to move so he springs into action. Running at the Abyss mage and bringing his sword down on its arm, cutting it clean off. You drop to the ground still clutching your throat. You’re hurt but you’re alive and once he sees that you’re okay he turns to face the mage and his pyro vision activates.

Wild flames are spilling out of his arm and his sword, a byproduct of the built up fear and rage. Diluc is seeing red and his movements are sloppy. They deviate from his usual well placed and well controlled strikes. The way he moves his sword is an expression of anger, he’s slashing wildly until the damage he has dealt finally takes down the mage. His breath is short and uneven, he’s gasping for air. But before he can stop to rest, his body is moving all on its own and it’s running towards you. He’s scanning you for injuries, he can already see purple blooming on your neck where the mage was digging into your skin with its fingers. His hands ghost over your neck and you wince, pulling away slightly, causing his chest to ache. Once again his vision fogs up with red and he wants nothing more than to hunt down every member of the Abyss order and make them regret ever going after you. But that will have to wait, first he needs to take care of you.

Tears are falling down your face and he cups your cheek with a gloved hand. “Archons forgive me. I’m so sorry. I'm so, so sorry.” He whispers as you silently cry in front of him. “Luc I was so scared. I thought- I thought that I’d never see you again. I really thought that this was it for me.” You say through broken sobs. And he swears that in this moment he can feel his heart breaking into a million pieces. “I should’ve realized that they’d do this. I should’ve been more cautious. This is all my fault.” He mumbles, the desperation seeping through his voice. He should’ve been faster, he should’ve been better. Better at keeping you safe, better at playing his role as the dark knight. His thoughts are running around in circles. And it’s evident in his demeanor. You know that he gets lost in his own head sometimes, so you pull him out. “Diluc.” You say softly, causing his attention to snap back to you. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known that this was going to happen.”

He stays silent for a moment and then he starts, “But I should’ve-” and before he can finish his sentence you cut him off. “You don’t need to be perfect, that’s not what I want from you. You saved me regardless, and you’re here now. That’s all I could ever ask for.” You say, smiling up at him as his thumb strokes your cheek absentmindedly. How is it possible for you to be so forgiving, to be so loving? He’s not sure that he deserves any of it. But you’re right. It’s enough just in this moment for him to be able to be here with you. So he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you. A silent promise that this will never happen again.

[aeferkssr]

𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐳𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 ‧₊˚ ✩

mama always told you to never get into supernatural business. but, may the heavens forgive you, how could you resist when it hurts so good?

vampire!diluc, blood sucking, suggestive

masterlist.

you crash onto his maroon linen sheets as he hovers over your submissive form, he admires- no, observes you as the aftermath of your earlier clash. you pant, trying to regain your breath while 𝐝𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜 looks unbothered. He leans closer to whisper into your ear:

"are you ready, my love?"

your stomach fills with jubilee as you nod, the one towering over you laughs at your enthusiasm. and with that he begins.

he starts at your forehead. he kisses you so gently, as if he was afraid that you would break had he been any rougher. his kisses trail down your face, stopping at your lips as he greets yours with his. he continues at your jaw, trailing down your neck with kisses just to retrace his steps with his tongue as he draws it up your thyroid. you shiver at the new sensation as he chuckles for the nth time that night, humans were oh so entertaining, he simply couldn’t get enough.

he continues to tease you with his kisses (at least, thats what you think he’s doing), sucking, biting and kissing were done over and over to the point where you felt as if your blood was boiling. diluc pulls back to admire his work, he traces his thumb across your bottom lip and kisses you again. you whine:

“‘luc, you’re such a tease”

“not teasing” he responds, “trying to find your pulse..”

your wondering gets cut short when you feel a hot breathe on your neck, the same placed he hovered at just moments ago. you’re guessing he found your pulse.

then, he bites you. the pain of his fangs are immediately replaced as your body fills with euphoria. you sigh and sink further into the mattress as your body fills with his endorphins. you aren’t even aware of the litres of blood leaving your body through the marks that diluc left on your neck.

diluc pulls away from your neck as he wipes the blood, your blood, that was dribbling down from the corner of his ruby-stained lips.

"you taste so delectable, darling. your blood is sweeter than any wine. "

© aeferkssr

[daydreamingandsleeping]

wine and trips°

fem!reader x diluc ragnvindr

spacegirls! and oh, those two | the moodies

Yn/Ln: She’s a foreigner, likes traveling (a lot). Currently studying her second year of film since her parents introduced her to the world of acting from a very young age. A world renowned actress because of this since she’s been in a lot of blockbuster movies.

Lumine: Lumine and Yn actually know each other since a very young age, but only started being friends after they got the same group for the three years of high school with Navia. She’s an interior design major and has a side job of cooking classes.

Navia: Her dad owns a research business, people reach out to them when lawyers won’t take the cases when innocent and somehow they always bring out truth to light. She’s a business major, so she can help her dad when she finishes uni.

Xiao: Philosophy major. He met Yn at the introduction program along Venti, he usually disappears and doesn’t talk for day in the gc but he always has an eye open for whatever situation anyone of the group gets in. He doesn’t know it but atp, he’s basically an influencer.

Venti: He decided that he didn’t want to study. He’s a bedroom producer, he also streams and uses his first year of media management to try and figure out how to make himself famous.

a’s n: ‘till this day i do not have any idea how to write Diluc’s last name. Can u tell?

Yes. She has like three twitter accounts so WHAT.

[barbielvr]

Diluc Ragvindr Singer/band AU HC

An: I was listening to "Creep" by Radiohead and couldn't help but notice how similar Diluc and Thom Yorke (the lead singer of Radiohead) sounds. Fanfic authors pls write something about this if you're interested and please don't forget to tag me in your works ;)) This is based from the meaning of song lyrics. Grammatical errors ahead. This is my first time writing so any criticism is completely welcome here!

This is gender neutral reader

TW: slight yandere! Diluc, creepy Diluc, insecure Diluc, mentions of Diluc making the reader creeped out. let me know if I missed any tw

This is the music if anyone wants to listen while reading.

So imagine Diluc singing about him being head over heels to reader. Admiring reader and describing how the reader is so angelic and special. Also, Diluc wishes he were as special as the reader but gets hit with the realization that he can't because he is an outcast, an outsider, a creep, and a weirdo who can't get along with everyone and has no friends. Even though it hurts, he can't help but wish he is perfect so the reader would finally notice and like him. He wants them to remember him even when he is not around. But in reality, the reader wants nothing to do with him, and the reader is creeped out by him and stays away from Diluc. Diluc might have done something to the reader that made them uneasy and ran away from him, making Diluc remember that he is a weirdo and a creep; he was never normal from the beginning.

[egoistrin]

letters from the past

DILUC RAGVINDR X FEM!READER

[🐰] angst. female reader. use of the word y/n. hurt no comfort. mentions of diluc's past/lore. may contain typos and grammatical errors. this is cross-posted on my ao3 account. likes and reblogs are very much appreciated!

Dear Diluc,

I heard from the knights that you had left Mondstadt and went on your way to pursue people who had given your father the delusion. I assume you are on your way to Snezhnaya? The Fatui are mighty and I hope you know that but I know I cannot change your mind as you are as stubborn as ever. You are doing this to give justice to your father's death, Mr. Crepus was a good man and he didn't deserve to be disrespected by Mr. Eroch. I truly understand your decision. However, these are just my thoughts as a knight. I hope you do not mind me babbling about my feelings as someone who holds you dear to my heart.

I cannot accept the news that you had left Mondstadt. I hate it as it was the first thing that I heard in the morning. You know me well enough to know that I do not want to hear this information. So, why? I could always help you, Diluc. Why did not you consult me? I thought you trusted me? We have gone through so many talks about this already. Did you not promise me? I understand your grieving but I do not understand your rash decisions to leave the city and go risk your life hunting the Fatuis. It will not go well as Snezhnaya has the most powerful military in all of Teyvat. Why do you have to be stubborn? Why can you not just let Grand Master Varka and Jean handle the situation? At the end of the day, Mr. Crepus is already dead. A mere person like me cannot change the hard-headed Diluc Ragnvindr. If this letter finds you, you are not obligated to reply. Safe travels, Diluc.

From, Y/n

No matter how many times Diluc had read this letter, he always felt the twinge of pain in his chest. He finds himself thinking of the answers he can give Y/n in her letter but he chose to be quiet. It is better this way. He is not sure if his answer would suffice to cover all her questions or not. He would rather feel miserable than face her again.

After all, is it not a bit scandalous to talk to a married woman in his manor?

Diluc puts the letter down and his eyes roam at the table. He was about to organize the papers when he saw the other letter written by Y/n. Compared to the first letter, this one appears the latest and less crumpled than the other one. He took a deep breath before opening the letter, preparing himself not to breakdown as he already knows the content of the letter like the back of his hand.

Diluc finds himself questioning if he is a masochist or not. I mean, why would you even read the letter your ex-girlfriend sent you? Finally, he opened the paper, and beautiful handwriting greets Diluc's eyes.

To Diluc Ragnvindr,

I hope you are having a good day Mr. Diluc. I have heard from Lisa that you came back from your adventure yesterday. I am disappointed as I cannot greet you in person as I was busy dealing with work. It has been four years since you left Mondstadt. I assume you had your questions answered now? I assume yes, 4 years' worth of traveling and not even a single clue? Impossible, you are a well-capable man, Mr. Diluc. Kaeya told me you left your vision.... I do not know what to say, I deduced that you used your father's delusion to survive. That is dangerous but never mind, the fact that you are home now puts my mind at ease.

This is probably not the right time to say this but I am now married. My parents decided to put me into an arranged marriage as they could not stand the sight of me waiting for a man whose return is unknown. I tried to oppose them, insisting on waiting for you but as time goes by I can no longer hold on. This is not your fault Diluc, I have come to accept my fate. I am just a mere woman compared to your father. I understand that you would choose to avenge your father's death than fulfill a stupid promise to marry me. I hope that one day, you can let go of your past and decide to move on from all of the things that happened. In that way, you can find your happiness and find someone you love. I have faith in you, I will forever cherish you and our memories together.

From, Y/n L/n

Words cannot describe how Diluc wants to hold you in his arms and apologize for being away from you the whole time. Yes, he needs to search for clues behind his father's death but he cannot stand letting you go. He finds himself wishing for another chance to makeup the time that he missed with you, a chance to redo his mistake, and a chance to spend time with his family again. He cannot help thinking that this is all his fault, from his father's death, his and Kaeya's fight, and to your marriage to another man. But alas, he cannot turn back time. Yet he still holds that prayer tight, If Barbatos is listening to him right now he just hopes that He will give Diluc a chance to live his life again.

He holds your letter tight to his chest as tears sprung down from his eyes. Someone walking on him crying is not his concern right now, he can easily order them to forget what they saw.

Who would have expected that Diluc Ragnvindr can cry from just a single letter? But Diluc has always been emotional, he just tries his best not to show any emotion as he claims himself not the same anymore. Most people see Diluc as grumpy but he is not. He is just reserved, a fragile person, that is. A single letter from his past is sufficient for Diluc to show emotions.

[🐰]. i miss diluc so much for real 😭 i need more of his lore !!! hoyoverse give us more diluc crumbs !!! i miss my man !!! i still remember the time that i rlly wanted diluc so much... sighsss... good times fr. reblogs guys plss!

[lemon-boy-stan]

Lazy Saturday - Diluc Ragnvindr

Summary: after a long night, you wake up at noon next to your husband. Genre: fluff. Pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr x Reader (fem). Warnings: suggestive dialogue (Diluc brags about the night before), Diluc traumatises the maids talking about seggs with his wife (silly boi). Overall it's pretty cute. Reader's appearance is based on Lumine.

It was a warm day in Mondstadt, the sun was shining through the windows of the Dawn Winery. Diluc smiled, looking down at your sleeping form. You were so peaceful, you looked so beautiful while you were resting. He loved the way your soft blonde hair glistened in the morning light.

The grandfather clock in the centre of the house chimed. It was afternoon, but it was Saturday. The day could wait, there was no business to attend to, and you had been so exhausted last night that as soon as you both climbed into bed again you drifted off to sleep in his arms immediately.

Diluc made sure not to make any large movements as he crept out of the king bed, taking a shirt from the closet, draping it over his shoulders. It was too hot to button it up, it would just have to do. He went to he door of the room to make as little noise as possible, calling out in a raspy voice, “Adeline,” and the maid came running over, “yes, Master Diluc? Good morning, Master Diluc.”

Diluc smiled, “good morning. Well, good afternoon. Could you make a brunch meal for us? YN is sleeping but I’m sure she’d enjoy waking up to it. Oh, and could you run a bath too?” Adeline smiled, nodding, “of course, I’ll have one of the girls do it. Big day planned?”

Diluc smiled again, shaking his head, “oh, no, quite the opposite, I was thinking of a late breakfast in bed, then a bath for her, she’s had a long day yesterday. Something to soothe the muscles?”

Adeline clicked her fingers in excitement and nodded eagerly, “I’ve just the thing, Master Diluc. That new soap you bought from Liyue -”

“‘Luc,” spoke a soft voice. Diluc smiled, “good morning, love.” you rubbed your eyes, why wasn’t he in bed? His side was cold. “Come back,” the words tumbled from your lips drowsily, “please.” you whined softly. He chuckled, “alright, darling. I was just asking Adeline to make a brunch for us.”

“Brunch?!” you jolted up in bed. “But - today’s Saturday! I’ve got that outing with Jean and Kaeya and the others! What will they think when I didn’t show up?! -” but Diluc merely laughed, “don’t worry about that, love. I sent Jean a telegram last night saying not to expect you today morning.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock, “Diluc!” and he grinned, shrugging. At least you weren’t the only one shocked; Adeline had an almost comical expression on her face. She shook her head, laughing. “Master Diluc, you are scandalous. Lady Ragnvindr, I highly doubt you will have to worry about those other women anymore, you’ll be the talk of the town if I didn’t know Sir Kaeya and Miss Jean better.”

Your jaw was going to be permanently dropped for the rest of the day. You and the maids were great friends, and often told each other your secrets and fears, one of your fears being that most women in Mondstadt were still chasing after your husband. The maids teased you about it often, always reassuring you that you were all Diluc thought about, but this was the first time Diluc himself had heard of it, and your cheeks were red with embarrassment.

Diluc turned to you curiously,“other women?” raising an eyebrow. You covered your mouth with the blanket, “ahh, nothing!” Diluc pouted, crawling on the bed so his face was inches away from yours, “don’t tell me you’re worried about other women, my love. Well, I guess I’ll have to make sure how loud we are so that no other women look at me, hmm?”

You dove under the covers, “ahhh, Master Diluc! I can’t take any more!” Adeline shut the door loud and hurriedly and Diluc laughed rambunctiously. He jumped on you, hugging you and kissing your head. “I love you so much,” he sighed happily. “I love you too,” you kissed his nose before giggling, “although I think you should give the maids a raise, I think we’ve traumatised Adelaine for life.”

And Diluc chuckled loudly again, his laughter echoing throughout the room, so loud that it scared the pigeons that had been living on your windowsill that they flew away. “Ah, well,” he showered your face with kisses, “I was thinking of giving them a raise anyway. I felt bad after the past few weeks…” and you giggled, slapping his back, “you’re so bad, Master Diluc!”

He grinned at you mischievously, eyes twinkling. “Don’t call me that, my love. You know what it does to me.”

GENSHIN IMPACT MASTERLIST

NAVIGATION

[genshin-scenarios]

Chapter 1: the city of wind and song

Reembarking Starlight Masterlist

Characters: Paimon, Diluc

-> Chapter 2

During a dark and lonely night, countless wishes from Teyvat sang to the heavens, illuminating the sky. 

From beyond, a shooting star dashes and dives, until it finds itself burrowed against the soft sands of Starfell Beach. 

They're filled with nostalgia as they cast their sights on the glimmer of constellations above. But how was this possible? How have they arrived in a world they knew to be fiction?

Just as the outlander wonders this aloud, a notification box appears in the air.

“Welcome to Teyvat.”

-

Despite how many days it’s been since you woke up at Starfell Lake, the fact you were in Mondstadt—actual Mondstadt—still feels like a dream.

Since then, you’ve settled into a routine within the city’s walls after meeting Paimon and Outrider Amber. From the charming bustle and music that streams through the air, you have no doubt that Mondstadt was at its most beautiful under the sparkling Sun.

But many questions remained: how were you even in Teyvat, and how can you get home? You seemed to possess the Traveler’s qualities—but then, why didn’t you run into Dvalin at the start of your journey? And what was the mysterious interface that’d pop up at times, leaving clues and directions like you were in a game?

You’re simply learning as you go, earning mora from daily commissions whilst getting used to adventuring. Children with paper windwheels and dandelions pass, making a beeline towards you when they notice you’re there.

“Um, Traveler…” A girl with pigtails shyly offers the flowers to you. “Do you think you could do the same trick from yesterday?”

Paimon seems to hold the same anticipation as the children when you shut your eyes and conjure anemo into your palms. You envision a breeze, guiding it in a spiral flow to pick up the dandelions and scatter their seeds into the air.

Despite how you were still new to using the Traveler’s powers, it’s as if their skills have been pre-programmed into you with only your personal experience as a limit. Your little audience celebrates with a cheer, and you ask what wishes they were hoping to come true.

“I want Mom to feel better soon.” The brunette says eagerly. “She came down with a cold and has been down all day.”

“I’m sure she’s relieved to have thoughtful kids like yourself.” You then smile at her little brother, who’s the quieter of the two. “Did you wish for the same, Ciel?”

“Yes…! We’re getting ingredients so we can cook for her tonight.”

You end up helping the kids carry their groceries home, bidding them farewell at the door. But just as you were contemplating what to do next, a notification appears.

‘Would you like to continue the search for Dvalin’s tears?’

Ever since you found the first teardrop crystal in Dadaupa Gorge, the system seems to have activated a stream of precollection side quests for you. You’ve been accepting these tasks and accumulated three scarlet gems already, hoping it'll help speed up the story later.

“Shall we explore the outskirts now that we’re free?” You propose to Paimon, watching a line of golden dust lights up the way.

This, and the system’s other game-like effects, seem to only be visible to you.

-

The Thousand Winds’ Temple is a colosseum-like ruin with a pacing Ruin Guard and eroded stone pillars. You feel the tremor of heavy stomps from the edge of it, peeking over to assess where the ‘treasure chest’ with the tear is.

“Looks like we’ll need to light up those torches.” You search for pyro with your elemental sight. A flaming flower comes into view, which you quickly run to fetch.

“Is that going to work?” Paimon asks as you reach the first totem, angling the flower above it.

“If I use a small burst of anemo like this…” You hold your breath. The wind swirls pyro onto the totem, lighting it with an approving hum. “There!”

Once all the torches are activated, a resounding thump echoes from within the temple’s iron gates. You see a mechanism releasing itself, but between that and you is the Ruin Guard, who you’ve successfully tip-toed around…

…Until now, when it spins on its heel just in time to spot you hurrying across the grounds.

“Get down!” Paimon exclaims, watching it get into position to launch its rockets. You duck behind a pillar which crumbles behind your back. 

You feel the Ruin Guard stomp towards you, and you dart around to attack it once it wanders close. Your blade collides harshly against its metal form, forcing you to grit your teeth. 

It'd take too long to chip at its body instead of the core on its head, especially when your weapon isn't suited for carving metal. An idea sparks. You ask Paimon to distract it while you create some distance, only to hear the machine charging up its bombardment again.

You hurry to concentrate anemo down the length of your arm and aim it like a makeshift crossbow. The core’s just a little to the left—!

Time seems to slow down as you hear Paimon’s panicked shout. The Ruin Guard’s rockets fly towards you. You release your shot too late.

One of the missiles intercept your attack, rendering it useless. You need to move. You need to shoot again before the Ruin Guard can jump and crush you under its feet. But your legs stumble to a clumsy dodge—and a searing heat bubbles into view just as you're on the brink of danger, exploding the rockets in a fiery attack.

Two more are deftly blocked by the flat side of a claymore, which shines with a ruby hue.

Before you can figure out who has come to your rescue, your attention snaps back to the Ruin Guard that's leaped into the air. Right as you and the stranger flee to the side, you pivot around just in time to spot an opening to the robot’s core, and let the anemo from your arm fly.

The world resumes its normal speed. You see that the stranger is wearing an ivory mask. He has a high ponytail with fluffy, scarlet hair, and you finally realise why he seems so familiar when his searing gaze lands onto you.

Oh.

You’ve just been saved by the Darknight Hero.

[midnight-pluto]

TAG — diluc r.

TROPES: childhood best friends, fluff, slight angst at the end

UNIVERSE: canon-ish

PAIRING(S): diluc x gn!reader

WARNING(S): mentions of alcohol

A/N: shoutout to the anon who helped give me the inspo for this <3

AS LOYAL PATRONS of The Angel's Share, your parents were frequent attenders of all of Dawn Winery’s events - wine tasting, birthdays, or just simple celebrations they were there.

However at your age, you couldn’t drink more than half of the menu and didn’t want to converse with drunken adults. So you were forced to sit inside under the supervision of the maids.

Mindlessly sipping on your juice while looking at the crossword puzzle given to you by the maids as your source of entertainment, you try your best to block out the loud talk outside.

What caught your eye though was a boy quickly going down the stairs, his socks sliding against the wooden floor and making his way over to the woman who was watching over you.

Gently tugging on her skirt to gain her attention, he speaks to her but softly enough for the laughter outside to block it from reaching your ears.

‘Red hair… is that Crepus’ son?’

Smiling softly at the boy, she points over to you leading to two pairs of eyes looking in your direction; straightening up under their gaze, you look to your left and right and point to yourself.

She simply chuckles and nods, giving the boy a soft push in your direction to which he followed and sat next to you on the sofa.

“Hi, what’s your name?” he asked.

“Y/N,” you reply simply, “What’s yours?”

“Diluc.”

“Cool,” you nod, not knowing what else to say.

“Cool,” he replied, also not knowing what else to say.

After a minute of silence you ask, “What do you think they’re talking about out there?”

“Who?

“The adults,” you remark blandly, “Bet it’s about wine.”

“It is a wine tasting event,” he responds, “My dad’s made another drink.”

There was a long silence for a moment. That was until Diluc had invited you to play tag outside since he was getting bored sitting around the house.

Accepting his invitation, he grabbed your hand and walked out the front door and into the vineyard where that game would begin.

“Why don’t we play hide-and-go-tag? I don’t like running a lot,” you offer, not the most thrilled at the thought of running in your nice clothes and then potentially getting stained.

“Mm… alright,” he agreed, and began counting.

“…9…10! Ready or not, here I come!” he announced, softly walking on the grass below his boots, and searching in between the lines vineyards for any sign of you.

After a few minutes of searching in between the vineyards he decides to search the crates next to the sign displaying the fact that there was currently an event taking place.

As he approached the crates he saw your figure dash out of the opening between the sign and the crates the other way yelling:

“You’ll never catch me alive!”

Causing the adults in the area to pause and observe what was occurring. Seeing your silhouette outlined by the lanterns glow run past them, and immediately seeing another - catching a glimpse of red hair - sprint after you, automatically understanding the situation.

“Careful! Make sure to not trip - it’s so dark right now,” a voice called out to the both of you.

“We know!” Diluc shouted back, steadily gaining on you.

Hearing his voice so close to you causes your adrenaline to spike and run faster than before, wind blowing against your face and in your ears.

Making a sharp turn you run towards the nearby lake, careful of your footing as to not fall flat on your face and to get dirty. You eventually get near the water and inhale sharp breaths once you get there.

You eventually hear another tired voice pant out, “Tag.”

Diluc was breathing harder than you, weakly touching your shoulder as to make sure you knew you were tagged and now it.

Your legs were to tired to hold you up and you sat on the sand, breathing slowing down. Diluc soon followed with an ‘oof.’

“We should just stay here,” you breathe out.

“Sounds good,” he sighs.

KNOCKING ON THE door of Dawn Winery as politely as you could, you immediately started speaking the moment the door was answered.

“Hello mr. Crepus, I would like to know where my favorite one of your sons are.”

“Hey! That is so rude,” Kaeya spoke up, pouting by the stairs.

“He’s upstairs in his room,” the older man replied, moving to let you in.

“Don’t worry Kaeya ‘cause Diluc’s about to get yelled at,” you say while speeding up the stairs.

Kaeya took a long look at his adoptive father, “Are you really just going to let them do that?”

“Eh, Diluc needs these kinds of things at his age.”

Slamming his door open with a loud, “Diluc!” caused the boy to jump and sit up in his bed and snapping his book shut.

“Diluc,” you stared at the boy in front of you dead in the eyes, as you silently shut his door - a stark contrast as to how you entered his room, “Why didn’t you tell me you got accepted as a knight of Favonius?”

“I- see, you were really busy with your studies and I didn’t want to bother you-“

“I don’t care about my studies!” you flopped onto his bed, “Well, not as much as you getting accepted into the knights, but still!

“We’re only ten, and here you are getting accepted into the knights! You should’ve told me,” you say a lot more calmer now, sitting on the edge of his bed as he shuffles to sit next to you.

“I know, I’m sorry,” he relents, “I promise you’ll be one of the first ones to know when something like this happens again.”

“Pinky,” you tell jokingly, holding yours out.

“Fine,” he huffs out, wrapping his pinky with yours.

“Your it now,” you say with a smug expression on your face.

“Oh my-“ he groans, taking his pinky away from you a taking back his book to read.

The game of tag has been going on for years now, non-stop with random time intervals and rules now added but it’s still a fun nostalgia piece to do.

“What’re you even reading this time around,” you ask, looking at the faint words of the book cover. “The Legend of Vennessa,” you read aloud, “Again?”

“Why not?”

“Fair point I guess, but still. You’ve read that like, what? Five times already?”

“It’s a good book!”

“Whatever,” you sigh.

“Don’t act like you haven’t read a book five times before,” Diluc points out, “Hex and Hound? That has like eleven volumes. How do you even have the patience?”

“No, I can’t get my hands on the last two volumes. It’s sold in Inazuma, I can’t even borrow it from the library like the rest of them,” you huff out.

“That’s tough man,” he remarks.

“It really is. It was left on a cliffhanger too!” you groan.

“What’s a cliffhanger again? I forgot,” Diluc asked, sweat dropping at the look you gave him, “What? I don’t read that often nowadays.”

“You’re left hanging. Dangling on a cliff. With no one to save you.”

“…do you think that’d be something that would happen to me if I’m on duty as a knight?”

“Diluc!”

"SO, CALVARY CAPTAIN now huh?" you teased, leaning your back against Diluc's shoulder.

You were under the tree under Windrise, and just as he had promise four years ago, you were one of the first to know about his promotion. Resting against the bark you watch as he methodically brushes the horses light brown coat.

"I suppose," he chuckles.

"Making history already; youngest calvary captain ever in the Knights of Favonius, heir to Mondstadt's wine industry, and is a vision holder! How does it feel?" you asks playfully, holding a windwheel aster you plucked from the ground and putting it near his face so he could talk into it.

"It really isn't that much-"

"Ah, oh so modest as ever" you laugh softly at his face because of your interruption. Blowing air into the red flower makes its petals spin slowly, "So, is the official Calvary Captain going to show me how to ride a horse or what?"

"So that's why you brought me here." Diluc nods in understanding with an amused look on his face, "Well, you better get up if that's what's going to happen."

"Wait I was just joking-" you couldn't finish your sentence until you were pulled up by him, clutching on the windwheel aster tighter as to not drop it.

Thankfully the horse Diluc had ridden to arrive at

Windrise was laying down so there wasn't that much of a difficulty.

Just as you were adjusting to your new seating arrangement the horse suddenly stood up, making you fall forward only to have your face meet with Diluc's back and grabbing onto the edges of the saddle for stability.

Straightening up, you see your friends face looking at you with a small smile and gently taking your hands off the saddle to place around his waist.

"So you won't fall," he explains, glancing at your widened eyes.

Feeling your heart beat faster you look towards your left at the shallow river created by the waterfall as a way to not gawk at his sheer amount of nonchalance at pulling you closer.

Shifting forward, your press your front against his back as the horse begins to trot forward.

Unfortunately, Diluc wasn't one to go slowly. He placed more force upon the saddle's stirrup causing the horse's light trot to a fast gallop.

At the sudden change of speed you let out a small squeak, hurrying your face into Diluc's back and tightening your grip against his waist and the flower you still held.

Feeling your added pressure against his body, Diluc places a soothing hand against yours wrapped around his waist and rubs his thumb against the back of your hand as an attempt to calm you.

"I suppose that this counts as tag, huh?" he asked playfully, continuing to hold your hand in his.

"Yeah! Sure," you reply quickly, trying to get over the fact that you might've developed a crush on your best friend.

EVER SINCE DILUC’s eighteenth birthday, things have never been the same.

The people of Mondstadt have fallen silent, Kaeya’s usual charming nature turned off, and Diluc hasn’t been seen since.

As you were standing by his fathers grave, placing flowers next to it footsteps were heard approaching you. Looking over your shoulder, you catch a glimpse of a familiar eyepatch and blue hair.

“Hey Kaeya,” you say, eyes still fixated on the grave in front of you.

“Diluc’s gone,” he spoke, voice trembling.

“What?” your voice was low, not believing your own ears.

“Diluc has left Mondstadt. He left Adeline in charge of the manor,” he explains, voice void of any emotion.

“Do you know where he went?”

“We… we ended things on bad terms,” Kaeya says as if he were holding back tears.

Hearing his trembling voice, you decide not to push any further. “I see.”

“Thank you, Kaeya, for letting me know,” you turn towards him with a somber smile and walking past him.

“Where are you going?” Kaeya called out to you.

“Dawn Winery. Adeline must know something about Diluc’s disappearance,” you say not stopping your footsteps, “At the very least Diluc must’ve left a not or, something.”

“As stubborn as ever,” Kaeya dryly chuckles.

You were going to find Diluc, that was a fact. In your game of tag you were the last one to be proclaimed ‘it.’ You refused to lose to him, you couldn’t stand it.

You refused to lose him.

A/N: goddam this was a long ass fic ; part 2 anyone?

[k0yaz]

Diluc x femreader

breeding kink , biting kink, diluc is overprotective, smut VERY smutty 😘

Undo it yourself

Pairing(s): diluc ragnivindr x fem!reader

CW: nsfw, dom!diluc, sub!reader, breeding kink, biting, overprotective themes, marking, light fingering, mention of alcohol (but no drunk sex we don’t do that here), palming, handjob, tit fondling, a little bit of begging, back scratching,

A/N: again, no specification of what type of fic you wanted but it sounded like a oneshot so I’ll go ahead and do that <3

Diluc’s fingers dug into the supple flesh of your thighs, his still gloved hands making the bruises on your thighs turn a deep purple from how hard he was gripping them. You were only able to whimper in response as you caught a glimpse of his crimson, lust fillled eyes, which were staring at the wet spot on your panties as if he was about to dive in any moment.

“D-Diluc…slow down- ah-!” You gasped out as Diluc’s lips wrapped around your shoulder, sinking his teeth into you as his grip tightened on your thigh. He sucked on your shoulder intently, dragging the skin of your shoulder in between his teeth to bite down lightly each time.

He detached his lips from your shoulder, rubbing his thumb over the reddish bite mark he engraved onto you. You felt his grip loosen on your thigh as well, revealing a few marks from where his fingers once were.

“Tell me, when I had to go run errands and wasn’t there to look after you at the tavern, why were you slutting yourself out for some fucking alcohol?” Diluc growled as he removed his gloves, tossing them to god knows where in the bedroom.

“‘m’sorry-! I was drunk, I- mmph-!” your whine was hushed by Diluc slipping his thumb into your mouth.

“Nevermind. I don’t want to hear it.” He breathed out as his now ungloved hand dived into your panties, his middle finger tracing up your drenched slit. You felt his rough fingers against your core, causing you to let out a strained moan against his thumb, which was still pressed against your tongue.

Diluc pulled his hand out of your panties, licking off the slick that coated his finger. He peeled off your soaked undergarments, tossing them aside as he towered over you, his hands planted on either side of your head, and his face level with yours. His lips were perfectly in position to kiss you at that moment as well.

He got up for a moment, removing his coat and shirt and discarding them to the side. Your gaze flickered onto Diluc’s belt, wanting to reach your hands out to strip him down yourself. Diluc noticed your gaze, mixed with your retracting hands, causing his lips to crawl upwards into an ever so slight smirk.

“If you want to undo it yourself, then I’m not stopping you, darling.”

Your eyes widened, you felt your heart racing at his words and a smile to make its way onto your face as you crawled towards him, slipping your fingers under his belt buckle and unfastening it, letting it fall to the ground. His pants slid down his legs and joined his belt on the ground not too long after, the only piece of clothing constricting you two being his underwear.

You shifted your hand to hover over the enticing black fabric, pressing your palm against his crotch as Diluc stared down at you with a sensual glint shining in his usually dead eyes. You palmed his dick through his underwear, feeling a certain spot dampen from the precum leaking out of his tip.

You couldn’t take just doing this anymore, you wrapped your fingers around the waistband of his underwear, yanking it down. Diluc’s hardened cock sprung out, nearly slapping you across the face as it was freed from its restraints. You looked up at him to be met with a surprise…

Was Diluc blushing-?

Yup. His face was tinted a deep red as he covered his face with his hand, clearly embarrassed.

“S-sorry…” he murmured, his voice unusually soft for once.

“Sorry for what?” You remarked as you smiled up at him. You swiped your thumb across his tip, coated in precum, collecting it on your thumb and pressing it against your tongue. As you wrapped your hand around his cock, Diluc seemed to snap out of his blissful trance, and placed his hand onto your chest, pushing you back down onto the soft mattress beneath you two.

He positioned himself above you, pressing the tip of his cock against your clit and rubbing it in small, circular motions. His precum mixed with your slick served as the perfect lubricant as a loud moan escaped your lips.

“D-Diluc…please…just do it already.” You whispered, whining out as Diluc placed his hand below your breast, his lips trailing up your skin as he finally pressed them against your tits. His teeth grazed your skin as he rubbed himself harder against your clit, causing a string of high pitched moans from you as Diluc moved up and bit your neck gently.

Your arms found their way around Diluc’s torso, hands grabbing onto his back lustfully. Diluc couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he groaned out and lowered his lower body, sliding his tip down your slit and pushing himself inside you in one go, causing him to exhale loudly against your neck and dig his teeth in slightly deeper. Without warning he began moving at a delicious pace, his cock slamming inside you as you clenched around him. Your spongy walls stretched out from the way Diluc shoved his girthy cock inside you, his tip hitting your g-spot flawlessly, massaging it effectively as he buried himself inside you.

The way Diluc was ramming inside you felt incredible, you didn’t fucking want him to stop, you needed him to fill you up.

“Diluc…fill me up…please..” you blurted out, causing his eyes to widen at your erotic request. “Will do.” He asserted, placing his hand on your right thigh and alllowing it to settle on his shoulder, giving him a better angle to fuck you. His breathing became heavier the more he pounded into you, both of your moans filled the air, mixed with the lewd sounds of skin slapping against skin echoed throughout the room as Diluc let your thigh down gently, placing his hands onto your hips for support.

You looked at him with a confused expression, which was immediately replaced with a throaty moan and your eyes rolling back into your head as Diluc thrusted into you at a faster pace. Your nails dug into his muscular back, dragging down and leaving scratches along his back.

“I’m…I’m gonna…” Diluc groaned out, his face blown a bright red and sweat dripping down his whole body.

“Do it. Cum inside me.” You whined out, bucking your hips up to meet his thrusts.

Diluc raised his head up to yours, pressing his lips against yours and locking them, his hand trailing up to your cheek to deepen the kiss. Your tongues danced against each other’s in your mouth as Diluc’s thrusts came to a halt, his cock twitching inside you. Your moans vibrated against each other’s lips as Diluc’s cum shot out inside you, painting your velvety walls with his seed. You came along with him, your cum coating his shaft and flowing down onto the sheets.

Diluc pulled away from the kiss, wiping the saliva off your bottom lip. He wrapped his arms around you, digging his face deep into your neck as he panted against your skin heavily, your erratic breaths also ruffling his hair slightly.

“I love you, Y/N.” Diluc breathed out as he pressed a soft kiss to your neck, earning a satisfied hum from you.

A/N: omg I will never understand y’all’s obsession w/ overprotective mfs but you do you-

I’m a ge-ge-ge-ge-ge-genius (it’s Spotify’s fault)

ok bye love y’all <33

[yellow-eyed-sams-wife]

Vamp!Diluc x Reader Story [ W.I.P ]

[ Glitter & Crimson - Vampire!Diluc Ragvindr x Reader Story W.I.P ]

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🎶"It's a typical story, three in the morning

You're holding my head

Caught in the tension, silent confessions

At the foot of your bed

Glitter and crimson, fighting the friction

What a perfect mess"🎶

•~ Glitter & Crimson - All Time Low

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Plot Summary: Your best friend at the moment, is an undead creature of the night as of not that long ago. While struggling to take to the transition and worried you'll leave him, you're persistent to stick by him while you know something is up. He can never hide things well from you and thus his guard inevitably falls as he's extremely soft for you. Finding out his current state only strengthens your feelings for him.... Also, maybe a little because you totally are down bad for blood covered men with sharp teeth that can just devour you... Unbeknownst to him obviously. All the while he harbors another secret. He's fallen just as hard for you too. His beloved mortal. Even if you stay friends for the rest of your mortal life, he can't handle loosing you well at all. He's needs to keep you safe to fullest of his abilities, whether he's human or not. He knows this. It's as a given fact as his newfound need to drink human blood to keep living. So quietly, he keeps his deep affections for you secret for the time being. As you're the only thing, no, the only person. That makes his immortal life worth living. Meanwhile without the both of you knowing, distracted in each other, Kaeya is back on his bullshit and playing matchmaker for you two.

[eclectiaa]

perfect prince.

In public, he's the perfect prince, but behind closed doors, he's a master of the underworld. He uses his intelligence guild to keep his political opponents and neighboring adversaries in check.

One day, as he's having a less than above board meeting in the shadows of the palace, you—a daughter of a Marquess, inadvertently straying from the genteel ambiance of his mother's tea gathering—happen upon him.

You, naturally curious you, try to eavesdrop, but of course they catch you immediately. It's only then that you recognize the known criminal with your Crown Prince. You gasp and swear you won't tell anyone anything, but he can't take that risk.

Except... he can't just murder you in the palace gardens either. Instead, he does what's second best: propose to you.

"There's no escaping me," he tells you menacingly.

Yet, as the days meld into nights, your shared pretense slowly unfurls into a genuine bond. His hardened heart begins to yield to the warm cadence of your laughter, the tender touch of your hand. And as the sinister mask fades away before the earnest affection glowing in your eyes, he comes to a startling realization. He's fallen for you.

Now there's no escaping him in a completely different sense.

It's after a royal banquet where you were 'flirting' with 'that damn duke' that you find yourself at your Prince's mercy.

Lewd squelches of his cock pounding into your overflowing pussy underpin groans and gasps. He pulls you by the hair, lifting your head from the pillow, as he kisses the back of your neck, littering it with bites.

You've long since lost the ability to speak, eyes rolling to the back of your head, taking in the naughty scent of sex that permeates the room.

You let out a soft scream at a particularly harsh bite.

"Tell me..." he groans into your ear, "Who do you belong to?"

His other hand, playing with your breasts, gives your nipple a particular rough tug when you don't respond immediately.

"Y-you! I belong to you, Your Highness!"

He lets out a wolfish laugh, so at odds with everything the world knows about him. "That's right. There's no escaping me."

Lewd squelches of his hard cock thrusting into your soaking wet pussy underpin your moans and desperate gasps. He grabs a handful of your hair, lifting your head from the pillow as he kisses down the length of your neck, leaving love bites in his wake.

You've long since surrendered to the pleasure overtaking you, eyes rolling to the back of your head, savoring the naughty scent of sex that has engulfed the room.

You let out a small scream as his teeth sink into your flesh with more force than before.

"Say it," he growls into your ear, "Whose are you?"

His other hand, squeezing and fondling your breasts gives your nipple a rough tug when you don't respond quickly enough.

"Y-you! I'm, a-ah, yours, Your Highness!"

He lets out a laugh so wicked and unlike anything else that people think they know about him. "That's right, darling. There's no escaping me."

—Ajax 'Childe' Tartaglia, Diluc Ragvindr, Ayato Kamisato

[moonflvver]

So prompt part 1: Angst! May I request some headcanons for a reader who ends up in danger due to Diluc's actions as the Darknight Hero? (Because the brain and Abyss ends up making connections when reader is often seen at Dawn Winery, and coincidentally around the areas where the Darknight ends up appearing. Lol)

character: Diluc Ragvindr x reader

warnings: angst mixed with comfort, mild violence but nothing too serious.

a/n: writing diluc angst is one of my favorite activities so thank you for sending me this <3 (I turned this into a drabble because diluc deserves it)

w/c: 863

Diluc feels like he’s going to be sick. His mouth is dry. He never thought it would come to this. He never thought that the Abyss would be so bold as to kidnap you and take you hostage. And right now he needs to think. He needs to move. He needs to do anything at all. And he’s trying so hard to will his feet to move from the ground but they seem to be cemented to the spot where he’s standing. His entire body feels frozen, a stark contrast to the fire that usually simmers just beneath his skin. The entire point of him being the dark knight was to keep people safe, and yet he couldn’t even manage to keep you, the one person who actually mattered to him safe. This wasn’t supposed to be happening at all. But he should’ve realized that with all the time you spent coming and going from the Dawn Winery someone was bound to pick up on the significance of your relationship with him.

He was naive to think that he could keep you safe. He had been lulled into a false sense of safety by the Abyss order and they had taken advantage of his lack of foresight. His breathing felt mechanical at this point; it was almost as if he had to remind his lungs to inhale and exhale. He was still gripping his claymore, staring at the desperation on your face. A silent plea for him to save you. But then he sees the Abyss mage grip your throat tighter, fingers curling around your neck. Forcing your windpipe to close up even further, his name comes out of your mouth just barely. It sounds broken and he swears he’s never felt so angry in his life. Both at himself and at the bastards that would dare to hurt you. But finally he’s able to move so he springs into action. Running at the Abyss mage and bringing his sword down on its arm, cutting it clean off.

You drop to the ground still clutching your throat. You’re hurt but you’re alive and once he sees that you’re okay he turns to face the mage and his pyro vision activates. Wild flames are spilling out of his arm and his sword, a byproduct of the built up fear and rage. Diluc is seeing red and his movements are sloppy. They deviate from his usual well placed and well controlled strikes. The way he moves his sword is an expression of anger, he’s slashing wildly until the damage he has dealt finally takes down the mage. His breath is short and uneven, he’s gasping for air. But before he can stop to rest, his body is moving all on its own and it’s running towards you.

He’s scanning you for injuries, he can already see purple blooming on your neck where the mage was digging into your skin with its fingers. His hands ghost over your neck and you wince, pulling away slightly, causing his chest to ache. Once again his vision fogs up with red and he wants nothing more than to hunt down every member of the Abyss order and make them regret ever going after you. But that will have to wait, first he needs to take care of you. Tears are falling down your face and he cups your cheek with a gloved hand. “Archons forgive me. I’m so sorry. I'm so, so sorry.” He whispers as you silently cry in front of him. “Luc I was so scared. I thought- I thought that I’d never see you again. I really thought that this was it for me.” You say through broken sobs. And he swears that in this moment he can feel his heart breaking into a million pieces.

“I should’ve realized that they’d do this. I should’ve been more cautious. This is all my fault.” He mumbles, the desperation seeping through his voice. He should’ve been faster, he should’ve been better. Better at keeping you safe, better at playing his role as the dark knight. His thoughts are running around in circles. And it’s evident in his demeanor. You know that he gets lost in his own head sometimes, so you pull him out. “Diluc.” You say softly, causing his attention to snap back to you. “It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known that this was going to happen.”

He stays silent for a moment and then he starts, “But I should’ve-” and before he can finish his sentence you cut him off. “You don’t need to be perfect, that’s not what I want from you. You saved me regardless. And you’re here now. That’s all I could ever ask for.” You say, smiling up at him as his thumb strokes your cheek absentmindedly. How is it possible for you to be so forgiving, to be so loving? He’s not sure that he deserves any of it. But you’re right. It’s enough just in this moment for him to be able to be here with you. So he pulls you into his chest and wraps his arms around you. A silent promise that this will never happen again.

[weirdthinkingdragon]

Diluc Hours

Soft Diluc loving hours. you just desperately want to take out his ponytail and shove your face into his gorgeous red hair after it fully falls down and spreads out. The gorgeous, vibrant red hair slightly tickling your nose as you do so and tightly wrap your arms around his torso. Just cuddling into his back and feeling the tension melt from his muscles at the touch of the one he absolutely loves. The only one who can make him feel so relaxed. A peaceful moment in his chaotic times of always being so busy. Him wanting to get comfortable and just dragging you to the couch to rest his head on your chest. His surprisingly soft hair still rather warm as your hand combs through it. 

Him letting out a sigh of content, tightening his grip behind your back to know you’re not going anywhere. 

[daydreamingandsleeping]

wine and trips°

fem!reader x diluc ragvindr

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[it-happened-one-fic]

Dead of the Night - Diluc (Part 3)

Author Notes: The third part of my Halloween/October fic series for Genshin Impact! Much of what applied to the first part applies to this part as well. I wrote and edited this Vampire! AU series exclusively to "Is this Love" by Whitesnake which did kind of influence how this series came together. As per usual, Reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Gender-Neutral Reader/ Vampire! AU/ pining/ romance/ some drama/ fluff with a touch of angst

Word Count: 1611

{Part 1}, {Part 2}, {Part 3: You're Here!}, {Part 4}

Also available on AO3 (link deleted due to glitches)

Trigger Warning: Reader does get attacked by a vampire, but all is well.

The rest of that night had passed largely in a blur after I got home. I’d almost immediately collapsed into my bed and fallen asleep as exhaustion from everything I’d just experienced kicked in.

The next day came with the ever-present patter of raindrops falling from the cloudy sky. The sun almost seemed like it did not exist as people rushed around the city trying to get all of their work done so that they could hide away indoors from both the rain and vampires that they feared were in their midst.

In my case, the day largely seemed to go by in a blur, with me pondering the events of last night. I’d been attacked by a vampire, gotten saved by Diluc, and found out that more had changed since my childhood than I ever could have realized. 

Not only was Diluc no longer rambunctious and constantly getting into trouble, but now he was also a vampire. An undead creature of the night that lived off of others’ blood. 

Perhaps stranger still was that he had somehow maintained that sort of gentleness that he’d always had. 

Gentleness that was now hidden behind a cold exterior, but that came through in moments like when he would walk me home just to ensure I was safe, or like how he made sure that everyone in Angel’s Share was always comfortable.

A rhythmic knock on my door roused me from my thoughts and brought a frown to my face as I glanced at the clock. It was getting late for visitors considering the time of year, but stranger things had happened. In fact, they’d even happened recently…..

As I opened the door to peer out onto the usually cheerful street that was now dreary with the prolonged rain, I was greeted by Kaeya.

The cavalry captain was smiling, but it was not one of his relaxed ones. Rather, it was one that he used when working that I seldom saw directed at me. One of those crafty ones that could hide any number of things.

“So, I hear you’ve learned of Diluc’s little secret?” My eyes widened at his words, but I pushed my door open a little wider and gestured for him to enter. 

Even if I didn’t necessarily care for the slippery tone of his voice, this wasn’t a conversation to be had outside where others could hear. Especially since I was fairly certain that Kaeya was not talking about some harmless secret but rather the one relating to Diluc’s immortality.

“You knew?” I turned to face him as I shut the door back, eyeing him closely and looking for any signs of his all-too-frequent acting. But I needed to be careful, just in case we weren’t discussing the same ‘secret’ that I thought we were.

Kaeya’s lone visible eye glistened as he crossed his arms, totally relaxed, as he replied in a perfectly innocent tone that had me frowning exasperatedly, “Surprised that I knew of Diluc’s exciting but lifeless nightlife?”

His tone was not one of judgment. In fact, there was even a smile on his face as I shook my head at him. Frowning at him as I crossed my arms, “You know good and well that asking him about that timeframe is like asking a wall how it's doing. He won’t talk about it, and I respect that. For all I know, it could have been traumatizing. Especially if he did get turned into a vampire then.”

I walked past him, letting him follow me down the hallway and into a sitting area. At least he had confirmed that he was talking about Diluc being a vampire. I shook my head at his words, though, “I don’t think I would’ve been surprised either way, really…. Do you know when it happened?”

He flopped down in a chair, perfectly relaxed as he crossed his legs, “Shouldn’t you be asking him that?”

 I met Kaeya’s gaze, cautiously gauging him for a reaction but he simply nodded. Smiling slightly at my words before answering, “Snezhnaya. It was while he was there. That’s all I know.”

Kaeya’s singular visible eye slid to the side so that he was staring at me, a crafty smile still on his face, “But like I said… You should ask him about that.”

No sooner had those words left his mouth in a characteristically paradoxical tone, than yet another knock sounded on my door. Causing me to narrow my eyes at Kaeya, who just continued to smile at me like he had a terribly amusing secret.

I frowned suspiciously at the calvary captain one more time before taking off down the hallway and peeking out my door.

The moon was already hanging in the sky, which wasn’t really surprising since it had been late when Kaeya had gotten here. The moon may have already been visible, and I just hadn’t noticed. 

What was surprising, though, was the sight of the red-haired man standing just outside my door, who looked at me expectantly as soon as I opened the door.

“Diluc?” I peered out at him in confusion until I recalled Kaeya’s words, and their full meaning hit me just as Diluc himself explained the situation with a tired-sounding voice.

“Kaeya called me here. He said we needed to explain the situation to you….” He sighed, but met my gaze as he frowned slightly, “He hasn’t said anything strange to you, has he?”

I slowly shook my head as I recalled what all Kaeya had said. He hadn’t said anything strange per se… But he had just confirmed my suspicions about when Diluc had been turned, and I wasn’t entirely sure about how telling Diluc that might go over.

So instead of outing my friend, I opted to instead open my door a little further and step to the side, “Come on in. He’s still here, so you can talk to him if you like?”

Diluc’s eyes went wide at my words, and for a brief moment, I didn’t know why. After all, it wasn’t like he hadn’t ever been inside my house before when I’d been young.

But then I recalled it, one of the whispered pieces of information I’d been given when I was young as a means to protect myself should I ever encounter a vampire: “Vampires can’t come into your home unless you invite them. So always be careful about who you invite in.”

As soon as I recalled those words, Diluc’s reaction made complete sense. He was no doubt surprised that I was so willing to invite him into my home. But in truth, I was still getting used to the idea of him being a vampire, and I’d completely forgotten those instructions up until now. 

And even if I had remembered them, I would have invited him to come in anyway. 

For better or worse, he was Diluc. And that meant I trusted him, even if he was something I’d been warned about ever since my youth.

He tilted his head slightly as he stepped through my door, keeping his eyes on me as he entered, “Thank you.” 

With only those words, he turned and walked down the hallway, almost like he didn’t know what else to say.

It was a thought that made me smile to myself. Diluc always had been a bit awkward when it came to anything that might even appear as a compliment or kind act if one squinted at it.

While I didn’t think hardly a thing of letting him come in, evidently enough, he did.

Kaeya awaited both of us with a smile, sitting forward almost eagerly as we both came in, “I still say you should get a cape and really just go for the whole look of being a vampire.” 

His jab at Diluc came almost immediately and had the redhead scowling as he came to a stop in the room, crossing his arms at Kaeya. 

But the redhead didn’t say anything to his brother. Instead, he looked towards me, “What all did he tell you?”

“I haven’t said a word,” Kaeya leaned innocently back in his chair, glancing my way with a subtle smile that promised that he would keep telling me about the events of Snezhnaya a secret. 

Diluc continued to ignore him in favor of staring at me as I slipped by him to take a seat. Almost as if he were petulantly giving his brother the silent treatment.

“He hasn’t been here much longer than you have, so we haven’t talked much… But what is this all about?” I sat as I glanced between the two brothers. Not entirely nervous, but not totally calm either.

When the two were young, seeing them together usually meant there was a scheme of some sort in the works, and the same could be said now. Even if they didn’t like to admit it, the two still worked together well.

“Why, to talk about Diluc’s special constitution. That’s all,” Kaeya leaned forward with a grin, propping his chin in his hand as he looked at me before his gaze slid over towards where Diluc was still standing.

“You may as well sit. I’m sure Y/n has many questions for us,” With those words, Kaeya gestured to the spot next to me on the loveseat, and, after narrowing his eyes slightly at his brother, Diluc joined me.

And all of a sudden, it was almost like nothing had ever changed, and the three of us were just good friends getting together to chat.

It's just that now we were going to be talking about Diluc being undead and what all that entailed.

 For some reason.

@vera-deville