#diluc written

[chichikoi]

jealousy, jealousy (?)

synopsis: asking them for someone else's number. pairing: diluc, childe, al haitham, wriothesley x gn! reader fandom: genshin impact genre: fluff warnings: mentions of cheating, insecurity(?) a/n: my first smau :o definitely have something big planned, but this is me trying. hahehwehwjehjehe.

bonus: kazuha !

[saintkunii]

Weighted Blanket

PAIRING. Diluc x F!Reader

CONTENT WARNINGS: smut, morning sex, pronebone, crossposted from ao3 (I'm reposting my old works here again)

WC: 1.5k

MINORS DNI

You're drowning in a sea of red, limbs trapped under a heavy weight. You couldn't move your arms, you could barely move your legs, it's too constricting for you to even lift a finger. Groggily, you stir in an attempt to break free.

"Diluc…" your voice comes out hoarse and whining, forehead crumpled in a frown as you pull your arms from underneath your husband's hold, caging you as he lays on top with his face nestled against your neck. His arms are on your sides, so close that he doesn't even leave any space for maneuver, too close that the warmth of his every exhale almost lures you back to sleep. The cold weather makes him an even effective personal heater. 

"...hm."

The vibrations of his chest as he hummed in response tickled your skin. He feels so comfortable in his position as he stays still at the cost of your own personal space and possible asphyxiation like he has no plans of moving anytime soon.

Diluc gets especially clingy in the morning, in the haze of a peaceful dawn. It’s not an unusual occurrence and as much as you love him and the thought that he can relax in your presence, you'd rather not want to die in his arms no matter how honorable it seems. 

Crushed to death by a dashing man doesn't seem too good as your obituary. 

"...luc" you called out again in a more slightly irritated tone. "...hmmvy." 

You try to convey that he's crushing you with his weight but the sleepiness slurred your speech.

He nuzzles further into your neck, nose brushing against your skin and he inhales.

You wiggle in place trying to escape again when you feel him tighten his grip.

"Stop moving…" he whispers, tone heavy with sleepiness as well as he presses some kisses on your neck. 

"...off" 

For what felt like forever, you're finally granted amnesty from the burden of your husband as he rolls aside without breaking his embrace. He presses your back against his chest as you turn to your side to doze back again to dreamworld. 

Silence falls once more. Only the sound of your soft breathing can be heard and the tickle of the grandfather clock that lays a couple of feet away. 

If only it was that easy. 

Diluc seems to entertain another plan as he slides a hand under your shirt, rough and calloused palm circling your stomach before it trails upward to your boob, squeezing it with barely any strength. It's like he's toying with it, fondling so softly and taking his time as you snore in your sleep. With your feet tangled, he pushes his thighs up bumping it against your ass and he couldn't help himself from grinding his hips, slowly and lazily rubbing his cock against the fats of your flesh.

You relax comfortably in his robust arms, tethering between dreams and reality as warmth blossoms on your abdomen. A sigh leaves your lips when you feel him behind you. 

It feels so cozy to lay perfectly like this on a sunday morning. A day where both of you have no need to be up early. 

Drowsiness kept your eyes shut but you swore you felt your husband on your neck again, his chapped lips planting kisses everywhere he touched. His lips would stay on your skin for a while there as he breathes down on the curve of your neck. 

The gentle rocking of his hips only spurned you on, succumbing you to his intentions. With your eyes still closed, you covered his knuckles with your hand, interrupting his kneading, and brought it down to your sex where he cups you through your flimsy shorts.

Diluc dips his finger through the bands of your shorts and slides to the entrance of your hole. 

You're a little wet. Not enough for him so he gathers up some of your slick, spreading it within your folds as he deliberately swipes your clit.

He draws out a sigh from you at the contact, almost a moan, probably a whine too as he massages, softly and casually.

The nonchalance almost made you forget about the growing hardness pressed closely on your bum. 

You blink a few times, head turning to your side. Like you, he's barely even awake.

Even as he feels you stir, he only cracks an eye at you and latches on your lips, mouth hot and sloppy as he parts them.

Diluc is a gentle soul, the thought of you warmly snuggled in his embrace has him spill his entirety in your caress.  

Not a word is exchanged. You didn't have to as you talk with your body. He's familiar with it, knows all the places that make you squirm in heat, has unlocked all the areas you're not even aware could make you melt. He had done this countless times and yet he could never really satiate his hunger to feel more of you, to make you feel whole, and to see you at your most vulnerable state, laid bare for him to worship. He knows just where exactly to touch.

You hum against his lips when he pokes a finger inside you, loosely stroking your walls at a snail pace. He drags it, unbothered by your thighs clamping his hands.

He's patient in his ministrations, kissing your supple lips in fervent fashion laced with the haziness of morning. He taps and rubs almost like he's scraping your insides. The pleasure running all over you brings you in and out of your drowsy state, waking you every once in a while. From the sighs he hears from you, Diluc can tell you're quite enjoying this yourself even if you're merely reacting from his actions out of instinct. 

A soft gasp comes from your mouth when he joins another finger in, scissoring you as he stretches you out slowly. Heaving more than ever, his breath becomes more laborious, panting in your kiss and his strokes pick up pace, dizzying, electrifying, heat pools in your legs as you gush around his fingers.

It's hot. Your whole body trembles as your tongues crossed, saliva joining in your messy kisses, tongue to tongue proding each other's mouth.

You're almost there. The ghost of your climax hovering just around.

But before you catch that relief, he pulls his fingers out, pushes down the garters of his boxers to free his erection, and you whine at the lost contact.  

You arch your back towards him, ass rubbing against his hips in anticipation. Using your fingers, you stretch yourself wide open for easy access to your husband. 

You feel the burning touch of Diluc's tip pushing past your entrance. His cock throbs as he sinks deeper into your cunt, bottoming out with one languid stroke that has you stretching your toes at the intrusion. He groans, quaking as he puts his weight again on you, pressing you until you lie on your stomach, face buried against the sheets, and keeping you closer to him. His legs are on your side trapping your thighs.

Soaking in the high of your whines and breathy gasp of his name from your lips, he moves his hips in a tender roll, slow and careful but with more focus on your sweet spot. 

He nips along the column of your spine. Affectionate brushes of his lips spill from his being as he marks your nape with his bites that you shiver. He pants raggedly along your neck as he fluidly pushes forward inside you and out again, carving deeply into you.

The delicious stretch of your hole got you sucking him in that it's all you could think about. The feel of his touch, the weight of his body on you, skin slapping skin. 

Diluc's rough palms come to your hips and ruts into you, drawing a deep guttural sigh once in a while as you lay weakly under him, your hands fisting the covers as it drowns your ecstasy. You're so tight in this position, pulling him even further in at how easily he can reach your gspot like this. Every hit makes you roll your eyes in euphoria, and arc yourself to the mattress at how good he feels, spasming around his length that sets him off the edge.

He hastens, rocking his hips with more shallow thrusts and fucks into you even more deeply, drilling his cock inside completely covered in your slick. With every thrust he punches out your breath from your lungs.

You're losing your mind, completely overridden by the sensation of his veiny cock rubbing along your walls. You can almost feel your climax. It hovers around you as your abdomen tightens and heat stretching all over you.

Diluc twitches forward with more fervor at your signs and slaps his hips against yours more frantically, his breathing erratic and cuts short with his pacing. With a low mewl from you, your knot comes undone as you get your release, his hips thrusting into your twitching cunt. He stutters in his ruts and hot white of cum spurts inside you, releasing his load inside your warmth. It drips down into the bed, making a mess of the covers. 

Muscles relaxing, Diluc bends down to kiss you, sighing into your mouth as you feel him soften inside you, twitching as you spasm. And with a hum, you feel his lips curve into a soft smile. 

"Good morning."

You let out a chuckle. 

"Good morning." 

[fictoculus]

☆ pining drabble.

THINKING ABOUT... your secret admirer and his hopeless pining. yes, he is notoriously fearless, but for some, peculiar reason, the sound of your voice alone causes his heart to pound in his chest like an animal at the bars of it's cage.

at first, he thought he was suffering some sort of vision-related illness, but after paying a visit to the region's most knowledgeable medic, he realised things weren't quite how he'd assumed...

"here is you diagnosis, sir"

"ah, thank you very much"

with a curt nod, the medic shifts their attention away from him as he reads through the medical report.

"e-excuse me if i'm wrong, but it says here that my diagnosis is..."

he inhales deeply, his head cocking to the left slightly.

"..."love", is this some sort of mistake?"

"no, not at all, it was completely intentional"

"well... w-what does this mean?"

"you're in love, sir"

it takes him some time to come to terms with it; he's in love. with you. the [name].

will he ever act on it? he's unsure. there are, of course, times where he's desperate to tell you how he really feels, to let the contents of his heart spill out like a waterfall as he confesses the secret he's hidden from everyone; not out of shame, but out of fear. he was scared you wouldn't reciprocate the feelings he felt so strongly, or even cut off any and all contact with him. he couldn't fathom the thought of a life without you; to him, a life without you is incomplete.

he wants nothing more than to love you, he can only hope you feel the same...

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[screamingcrows]

Note: chants 'let me just, for once in my life, write a 50 word post'

diluc x reader, fluff, established courting

Once Diluc settles with you, he finds that a new passion - bordering on obsession - has taken root in place of his desire for justice.

He needs to express just how grateful he is to have you by his side. You'd seen the damage left by all the times 'home' had been torn apart and taken with it a piece of his being. But instead of turning away, there'd been nothing but warmth in your eyes as you wove what remained together with strings of your love.

Everyone around him had noticed the difference; 'You seem excited today, Master Diluc, something good happen?' 'Finally settling down huh? Who'd have thought you'd manage before me' 'It's good to see you smile again.'

But how can a mortal man hope to thank the sun for bringing dawn and dispersing the dark night?

His fingers hadn't touched the violin since well before he left Mondstadt, and despite several late night attempts, his fingers felt far too rough. The notes didn't sound right.

Flowers didn't feel like enough, and something about having to watch them wither didn't sit right.

Marjorie had suggested a piece of jewellery, but loathe as he was to admit it, the moment he laid eyes on but a fraction of the selection, his mind had locked up. What if you didn't like what he chose?

'Your mother didn't leave anything?' Marjorie had asked with nothing but good intentions, he knew, but Diluc was terrified that you'd turn tail and run at the weight of such a gift.

The picnic he'd invited you on had been perfect, a gentle weather, solitude (he'd made sure to give his workers a paid day off), he'd been cooking all morning. Just the memory of your blissful expression as you'd looked up at him, head on his chest, had heat rushing to his cheeks.

Still, by the time the sun was setting, even with circumstances as perfect as that, Diluc had found himself tongue tied. Words that had fought to be liberated from his heart for so long always vanished in your presence. Stunned into silence. Too busy revelling the sound of your breaths, the steady rise and fall of your chest, the weight of you against his body.

Could a man such as himself ever be worthy of it all?

When Adelinde had first suggested he write you a letter, pour his heart out and leave it upon your windowsill alongside a lamp grass, he'd nearly fallen to his knees, lamenting his own inability to consider something so simple yet effective.

It was a perfect idea.

It had been a perfect idea.

Surrounded by countless crumpled sheets of parchment, blots of ink staining both his fingers and the desk, words no longer a tangible concept in his mind, it seemed as impossible a task as the rest.

Letters danced before his vision, stringing together words that didn't hold half the meaning you did to him. It was downright humiliating to watch the growing pile of unsatisfactory drafts, to the point that meeting Adelinde and admitting defeat felt almost alluring.

But he persevered, knowing it'd be impossible to find rest before at least managing to finish one letter.

A brush of warmth along the shell of his ear had a shiver run through his body, too keenly aware that the world was sideways before his eyes. Sitting up, Diluc noted with dismay that light already streamed through the windows, the candles that had kept him company burned down long ago.

When had he fallen asleep, and more importantly-

"Adelinde told me you hadn't left your study all night," you sounded almost amused, a realisation that tempered his initial shock at your presence, hands frantically moving to sweep together the scattered papers.

"Ah- I had business to attend to," another warm breath ghosted along his ear, "plenty of planning to get settled before harvesting begins."

His eyes widened in nothing short of horror as he turned towards you, blood running colder than it had in Snezhnaya when his gaze fell on your lovely hands.

Before more than a startled noise could leave his lips, yours had parted in a mischievous grin, "And your business often involves 'hands so gentle I could never bear to recoil from their touch, even if they should wish to drive a knife through my heart', or is this a special case?"

A string of stuttered protests were all that left his lips in the wake of your question, seeing how the amusement slowly bled from your features only worsening his guilt. Not only were you subjected to reading that but here he was, unable to explain himself.

The feeling of your fingers tangling in his hair and the press of fabric against his cheek calmed his frantic heart a bit, letting out a sigh in resignation as Diluc allowed himself to hide his face in your shirt.

"I didn't mean to pry, I was simply worried because you hadn't come outside to meet me like we'd agreed," your tone was soothing, but the realisation that he'd forgotten the plans you'd made stung, "Adelinde came out and explained what was going on. I think it's sweet, if a little silly, to be fretting like this, Diluc. You don't have to prove anything to me, if you'd like, I can make a little list of all the ways I know you love me?"

Though it was said with a little chuckle, Diluc knew you were being honest, allowing himself a calming breath before trailing his fingers along your waist. He truly didn't deserve you, unable to even say aloud how deep his affection and gratitude ran, but he would make sure to treasure you in any way he could for as long as you'd have him.

Perhaps a list wasn't the worst idea.

My argument for how Diluc courts you like a gentoo penguin

[butteronabun]

11/16

a diluc ragnvindr x female reader, college au / chat fic

notes: i had way too much fun with this lmao!! informing u now that diluc & the reader are in an established relationship. also it gets a lil suggestive in the end so uh. proceed with caution ⚠️ I RECOMMEND Y’ALL READ THIS WITH A FULL SCREEN + rip ur wifi because lots of pngs below😘

this is actually a lowkey kinda sequel / future fic of my big big diluc college au that i’ll prolly never got to post 🥴 ( also pls tell me if there are stray photos somewhere hh )

[followfire]

So... a little bit of a fic I have decided to work on during whumptober :3

It's an AU where instead of being Diluc accompanying his father during the Ursa incident, it's Jean. Since it's not his precious son who is about to be a victim of the dragon, Crepus doesn't use his delusion and he lives! Yay! But Jean isn't that lucky and doesn't get out of it unscathed, to a point where her future as a knight could be compromised...

***

The moment Diluc finally saw Ursa the Drake, he was struck by its size and the sheer strength that emanated from the creature. He wasn’t expecting anything less from a dragon, yet he wasn’t prepared for the strong impression that it was going to leave on him. It was flying around, roaring louder than any thunderstorm, the flaps of its powerful wings enough to uproot trees and knock several knights down. Its movements were erratic, its targets difficult to determine. It seemed that it was just flying around, making fun of them, sometimes deciding to descend on the convoy and striking a merchant on its way, sometimes just pretending to and then turning at the last second, barely avoiding a panic stricken knight.

Varka, on the other hand, wasn’t destabilized by the situation in the slightest. Without even a flicker of hesitation, he confidently ordered the attack on the dragon, his courage seeping through the group that followed him without question.

Diluc didn’t follow him, though. His priority was to find his father. He hadn’t discussed it beforehand with the Grand Master, but he knew his behavior wasn’t a hindrance in repelling their enemy. Knights were also needed to assess the situation about the convoy and assist the wounded. And Varka surely knew making sure his father was safe would take up too much of Diluc’s mind to just head straight into battle.

He jumped from his horse mid gallop and headed straight for the covered wagon he knew his father was supposed to travel in. It was knocked over on its side, damaged but not smashed like some others.

“Father?!” Diluc screamed as he swiftly pushed aside the curtain that separated the inside of the chariot from the outside.

“Diluc? I’m alright, son!” his father answered, miraculously unhurt. He seemed to be rummaging through things, maybe trying to collect himself after the carriage had crashed. “Don’t worry about me, there are other people who need assistance!”

Diluc lingered a second more, making sure his father was really as fine as he said, or maybe reassuring himself that his father was indeed fine. Then he rushed out to find who else he could assist right now, drawing his sword, ready to defend anyone against their opponent. He scanned the area, shock and helplessness building in his throat as he did. Most of the people — knights and citizen alike — were either up and still fighting, or lying down, probably already dead given the state they were in. Limbs were torn or crushed, blood splattered all around. The dragon was merciless.

He was about to decide that the best he could do was join Varka to participate in the direct confrontation, to put an end to this fight as fast as possible, that it was the best course of action to ensure that they wouldn’t lose any more lives tonight. Then he spotted Jean, lying on the ground.

He lowered his sword, almost dropping it as he scrambled closer to her, falling on his knees to check on her, praying that it wasn’t too late.

“Jean!” he screamed her name, shaking her a little in the hopes of waking her up, knowing as he did how futile it was. She was covered in blood, so much that he wasn’t even sure where it came from. It was on her face, her neck, her stomach, her leg… But she was still breathing, he was sure of that.

“We need to stop the bleeding” he muttered to himself, taking his coat off to use as a compress on a gash on her stomach, before turning around to try and find someone who could help him. He was not by any means a healer, and they hadn’t even brought many with them. They couldn’t take that risk. Healers were sure to be needed, but they couldn’t risk losing them in the heat of the battle and leave the city without medical support. It was a tough decision that he knew the Grand Master hated to make, but it was a small convoy; the casualties couldn’t be abundant. Diluc was just hoping to find one of the knights who had even the basic training in healing, who was just a bit more knowledgable in this area than he was.

And his gaze fell on Kaeya. He realized he had completely lost track of Kaeya’s whereabouts before that, so engrossed in checking on their father. Kaeya hadn’t followed him, apparently.

“Kaeya!” Diluc called his brother, eager to have him by his side to do something about Jean.

But Kaeya wasn’t moving. He was looking straight at him, yet his mind seemed to be completely elsewhere. He had his sword in his hand, but seemingly no intention to use it. Was he even aware how much of a sitting duck he was right now? Immobile and inattentive in a battlefield?

“Kaeya?!” Diluc tried again, desperate to have him come and help. What in Celestia was he doing?!

“KAEYA!!” Diluc screamed at him, and Kaeya finally seemed to snap out of it — whatever it was — and hurried close to him, quickly scanning Jean’s condition too.

“She’s losing too much blood, there’s nothing we can do about it here. We need to get her back to the city as soon as possible”, he said, as he turned around and began calling and regrouping the few knights that were still around and not participating in the assault, either the ones from the convoy that were still standing, or the others from their group who were trying to find the wounded who could still be saved. Kaeya was more clear headed than he was, he had to admit. His instinctual reaction was to rush and do anything he could to save Jean’s life, but Kaeya was right: Diluc’s small attempt to stop the blood from spilling out of one of her wounds would not be enough to save her life. They needed to think farther than this.

Once a few people — his father among them — were gathered, Diluc took charge, ordered them to take the wounded on the few stretchers they had and bring them back to the city. Kaeya and him, whose abilities were better used in a fight, would ensure that they could get away without trouble, before going back to join Varka’s group. They would fight off the dragon and catch up with them as soon as they could.

[pigeonpeach]

You’re not safe

Prompt: yandere drabbles…

Warnings: death, paranoia, yandere stuff

Imagine if you’re already a relatively paranoid person. Even in safe and normal environments, you are on edge or glancing out of your eye wondering if there’s something there. Because of this you’re used to dismissing things and possibly even actual signs of stalking. The eyes on you as you walk home.. the footsteps but no one being behind you… the list goes on. You feel those feelings and instincts so often and so often were you wrong that you’re conditioned to dismiss even legit instincts.

Until the gifts come in. A cute and thoughtful bouquet, chocolates, letters professing love. You worry a bit, how would your admirer know where you live? Isn’t it weird they know your favorites but you don’t know their name? No no they must’ve just asked.

Mondstadt is a close knit community at times, it wouldn’t be impossible to simply ask your co-worker or the acquaintances you know about this stuff. You aren’t hidden or reclusive afterall, people know you exist so it also wouldn’t be hard to know where you live right? Mondstadt is a safe nation, you are safe. You should stop worrying. You put the flowers in a vase and enjoy the chocolates for a bit.

But your admirer never makes themselves known… shouldn’t a suitor at least leave their name or their presence known? How are you supposed to fall for someone you don’t even know? That’s the point of this courtship isn’t it? They clearly aren’t platonic gifts… no no maybe they’re shy! Maybe they try to write their name but never can being themselves to. Maybe its someone you know then? They don’t want to ruin their pre existing relationship with you so they love from afar maybe? That must be if. They’ll obviously make themselves known later. Its not been that long anyways, just a couple of months! Youll be fine!

But that flirty customer or that small crush you had on some other person is halted by their disappearance. Okay so maybe mondstadt isn’t as safe.. but they also were known for going out the walls alot. There’s so many monsters out there that there’s wonder that they might’ve vanished. The knights will find them surely! The knights are looking into it, so you shouldn’t risk your health worrying. Just pray to barbatos and ask for updates every so often. Its only been a day afterall!

But when you walk home that night you cannot brush that feeling of being watched. You swear there’s footsteps. You swear there’s some danger in the shadows! Still your heart! You go through this routine so often and so often are you wrong! Just get home, you’ll be fine, you’re safe. You’re safe. But those footsteps don’t line up with yours… oh but you’re in a city! It could be someone in some other area, maybe a echo? But it doesn’t echo in this alley. You know, you take this route and not even a laugh or loud sound will echo, much less the quite patter of boots or heels on the stone… just.. get home.

Home is your safety, home is warm, a small little apartment you’re renting. You live next door to neighbors so you’re even safer. The ladies next door are a bit noisy but their noise helps break up the silence you hate the silence. Trying to get to bed, preparing for the next day and skip past this possible episode of paranoia by sleeping it out. Yes that must be it, you’re just so tired you’re hearing things!

That relief is temporary. You feel like you can see eyes outside your window. Your heart racing. Oh it must be a Owl! They come in sometimes! There’s lots of birds in Mondstadt, just close the curtains and lock your windows and doors. You’re safe. You’re fine.

That flirty acquaintance is never found. Your anxiety unbearable now. They should be back! The knights give you pitiful looks as they inform you there’s no news or clues found, they’re doing everything they can. Just stay in the city and you’ll be safe. You ask a guard if he can patrol your neighborhood more, he agrees. That’s a relief. Even if something happens now you’ll be safe. You decide to pick up some flowers to give the family, it must be hard missing someone. You weren’t the closest yes but its still thoughtful to show support to a grieving family!

Your generosity comforts you. The family is thankful for your gesture as you pray to dandelion seeds and blow them into the wind along side them, asking barbatos to find their child. Temporarily you feel a bit better and optimistic.

That hope is dashed. They did find the missing acquaintance, what was left. A charred remains. Whopperflowers or abyss mages are culprits. You grieve, they might not have been your best of friend or your biggest crush but they were a person, a part of your normal and comfortable life and you still valued them because you enjoyed their company. Even if those feelings weren’t deeper you still feel the pain the family is feeling.

The death of your friend however is another factor to your stress but a new excuse to you now. You’re grieving, you’re probably hearing things, you’re over paranoid.. but… there’s a new letter left for you. Reading it you’re treated to what is a rather… interesting confession.

“I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you. I cannot stand to let anyone else have you.”

That’s… not normal is it? Well everyone is different. You would get jealous if you saw your crush flirting or being surrounded by others. Besides the death occured outside the city… but its not impossible for them to lure them out and… No. don’t finish that thought. Get inside and just relax. You lock your doors and the shutters as well. You look at the letter once more… they must just be a bit… overwhelmed maybe? Yes that must be it. Bottling their emotions for you must manifest itself in this ,although frightening, ultimately harmless way! You’re safe you’re safe…

Maybe what you need is to get out more that must be it. You decide to get a drink with some friends. A classic Mondstadt method of stress relief. Its nice and fun. You talk endlessly and chatter to new people. There’s this cute adventurer who’s caught your eye. Your admirer still hasn’t made themselves known. It wouldn’t hurt to have some fun would it? You’re not bound to them. How can you be loyal to someone you don’t even know or have seen?

You don’t go home with him, you’re not that kind of person. But he walks you home and you feel the relief of knowing you’re safe.

He went missing.. he hasnt reported to the Adventurers guild in a while. His family is suspicious but not surprised. You’re assured this is normal. He’s a adventurer after all? Who would he be if he didn’t disappear for a bit to explore? He’s fine, you’re fine, everything’s fine!

Coming home you see another letter. Instead of the usual poem you read:

“I will not let anyone else have you, no man or woman will ever be allowed in-between us. I will not let anyone hurt you or take you from me.”

You need to tell the knights..

They seem worried but not too much. There’s no missing person case for the adventurer in question after all. There is no reason to think they’re dead. But they will keep a eye on your neighborhood now. The knights are thankfully rather kind. The knight you speak to in particular is rather nice. He assures you that if any escalation occurs they will launch a full investigation.

That should alleviate your worries but it doesn’t. You worry now if there’s a pattern. But its only been two and one isn’t even confirmed dead! You’re too negative now. Maybe you should go to church a bit more. Go to the bar a bit more. Get out and try to push your anxieties away. You’re safe afterall. Completely safe…

You don’t get gifts as much. The knight patrols seem to succeed in diverting your admirer. You feel relieved. Everything is okay now. The adventurer is still not back, but your anxieties have motivated a fellow adventurer to go check on where he was supposedly dispatched/ventured to. Everything is fine.

The knight patrols eventually die down. They tell you to inform then of any other gifts. You thank them profusely for their help. They were right, you were just overreacting! How silly of you! Now just get on back with your normal life.

There’s a box of chocolates at your door. Your heart races until you read the tag, its from a friend of yours. You relax, taking it inside to read the note. They heard about your worries while you drunkenly rambled and wanted to help you relax a bit. How sweet, you’ll thank them later. Although these chocolates seem homemade. A bit sloppy and messy, but the box is bought and from a chocolatier out of both you and your friend’s price range…. Their chocolates are usually more neat than this. Oh! They must’ve eaten the chocolates before feeling guilty and making replacements! That must be it. Although there is some skepticism you feel. You decide to just have one for now. You are hungry after all. Your stress has made you stop eating at times. You haven’t had desserts in months now. One won’t hurt. But… you still are worried. You break it open, there’s nothing suspicious, just jam. No blades or metal. You really should relax more… a sigh escapes as you bite into it. Its… delicious! You did not know that friend was this good at chocolate making! Come to think of it, it might be more expensive to make chocolates like these than to buy them. Oh they’re so thoughtful! You have to plan a gift or way to repay them now.

With your anxieties dismissed you eagerly eat the others. Quickly clearing the box. Nothing seems off. For the first time in a awhile sleep comes to you rather easily, you practically stumble into bed before even covering yourself with the covers.

You were so distracted you didn’t lock the window to your bedroom.

When you wake up you think you’re still dreaming. From a shabby little bed to a… ornate.. luxurious bed-frame.. the room is definitely not yours… you feel startled as you wonder where you are. But something pulls you back as you try to get up. Rattling, clacking… there’s something cold on your hands.. your legs too. The covers hide them. You pull on them as the covers fall just enough to give you the glimpse you need. Chains… you aren’t safe.. you aren’t safe.. where are you? What is this place? You have to get out! You have to! The door is opening. The wood is creaking. The little sunlight in the room masks the figure walking in. You shiver. You tremble. Trying to crawl or climb away. The chains are stronger than you.

“My love, don’t struggle now. I don’t want those cuffs to bruise your skin.”

Who is that?

“WHO ARE YOU!” You scream. You can’t control it. You’re so frantic and panicked you can’t control even your voice. Your heart is racing, you can feel its beat in every limb and muscle. Your mind is blank. Who is that?

“I am not a threat, please calm down.” They stepped into the small ray of light, giving you a glimpse of their red eyes. “Oh, I forgot to have the maids pull back the curtains.” They approach the window to pull back the curtains. Sunlight blinds you. “Sorry, You must be confused. I am the mysterious admirer you had. I’m sorry that I scared you. I didn’t mean to frighten you or make you feel unsafe.”

Who is that? Your eyes struggle to adjust to the bright light in your face, but his voice isn’t helping. But it’s familiar. The bartender… Diluc?

“Who are you.. why am i here?.” You try to maintain some control of yourself. Your eyes finally adjust as you take in his appearance. You are however no less terrified and confused.

His gentle smile faltered as he seemed annoyed. He sighed. “I brought you here because I want to keep you safe. You were so frightened and scared.. I couldn’t just let you go unprotected. at first I just followed you home so you wouldn’t be hurt. But overtime I just… fell madly in love with you.” The look in his eyes was passionate but now intimidating. You felt frozen as he approached you. “I never meant to hurt you, or anyone. But those men… I couldn’t let them have you. Its selfish but I wanted you for myself.”

“You… you were responsible for their deaths… they’re both dead? Even th-“

“Lets not talk about that. I can see you’re frightened so please just calm down. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No no no you’re… you’re dangerous! You killed two people how can I not be scared! Oh god are you going to kill me too?!” You trembled, scampering to the headboard, trying to do everything to get away.

“No i won’t hurt you.” He said more assertively now. You trembled even more. Oh god you’re making him mad… oh god no you should shut up..

“Please stay away! Please.” You squealed as his hand reached for your foot. You kicked unintentionally kicking him in the face. You just kicked the man holding you captive, the man notorious for his strength, the man who murdered two people for you, the man who was this dangerously obsessed, you kicked him in the face.

He rubbed the impact, but didn’t seem too fazed.

“I figured you would struggle to relax. I’ll prepare you some tea.” He left in a grumpy mood. You however were horrified. Would he hurt you if you got too disobedient? What should you do? What can you do?

You’re a idiot, all this time you weren’t safe and you kept convincing yourself you were. Stupid stupid… you’ll never get out now..

[klayr-de-gall]

Day 26 - Modern

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Masterlis

[cupiditis]

♡ ! where the heart is with diluc ragnvindr

rushed footsteps echoed through the house, a heavy jacket discarded on the floor near the entrance. as soon elzer had told him of your state, his blood rushed to his ears and his throat became dry. the crowd of maids around your shared room parted for him as you lay in your night gown on the crumpled sheets that were stained with tears.

your lone figure writhing on the bed with sobs wracking your body. your hand desperately grasped at the sheets and the blanket. he faltered for only a moment before rushing to be beside you. his weight bent the edge of the bed right beside you, strong arms moving you onto his lap as you struggled in pain.

he held your stomach and warming his hand enough to offer some sort of relief to you. your hands grasped at his clothes and your fists thumped against his chest in your pain. your hair was tangled and your eyes red, the corners bloodshot. a sentiment to how long you had been this way. guilt took the words from him, he should've come home sooner.

his warmth enveloped you as your crying died down to sniffles and stray tears, your fingers tangling in his red hair as you found comfort in him. the pain and anguish you felt, and how helpless he felt not being able to do anything made his heart throb tightly.

soon your breaths evened out and he held you closer. signaling everyone to leave, he layed down with you still in his arms on the messy bed. he moved back just enough to look at you. your hair tangled and falling everywhere. your red rimmed eyes and your lashes with tears still stuck between them. your lips and skin chapped and dry from the crying. even in your pain you looked so .. so beautiful.

♡ . taglist : @bakerysnake

[atherea]

even before he got his cryo vision, kaeya always ran cold. maybe it was because he was used to the cool underground of khaenriah, but he'd always be running round with cold fingers and even colder toes.

no one in khaenriah really noticed, not when they were all trying to stave off the bite of the curse celestia laid upon them, but it seemed everyone and their father would fuss over him in mondstadt.

his first night after being rescued by crepus had him ushered to the fireplace, wrapped up in a white fur comforter as the maids bustled about to find better clothing to replace his sodden, muddy ones. even with his hasty assurances in broken mond, crepus (and later, diluc) always made sure that kaeya never left the house without being wrapped in several layers of clothing.

winters especially weren't fun for him- if he didn't layer properly, he'd finish his day with a violently red runny nose. you'd be hard pressed to not find him tucked against his older brother, and even with diluc's half-hearted complaints of him 'stealing his heat', he'd still let his brother lie on top of him, tucked close in his arms.

kaeya misses that now.

[meili-sheep]

When your minding your business going through the diluc tag, and then you end up seeing someone's trash opinion on him that ends ruining your whole day...

And of course it's from someone who has a positive view on Kaeya. 😒

I bet if it was reversed people would be defending Kaeya (people are mostly defending him anyways because he's good looking, why is diluc considered the ugly sibling? There's nothing ugly about him)

(Also, I don't know anything about DC, but your Jason Todd / Batman post are interesting to read through. Who do you think in the Bat family would get along well with diluc?)

So I personally have a habit of when I feel my opinion is too negative towards a character…. I don't tag the post. Because it's not a post for fans of that characters. And I'm not trying to give anyone shit for like that character or thinking otherwise.

But it is what it is, and some people have trouble drawing lines like that. I have a lot of thought about fanon vs. canon and might type them out one day, but that's not today.

Diluc gets called ugly because, well, he's a bit bug eyed. And his model has aged more poorly than the other as Hoyo's designs have evolved. Do I think he's ugly? Hell no. that's my baby baby boy!

Another thing I find a lot of the bad takes on Diluc also come form bad takes on Kaeya. They really like babying him and really objectifying him like he's not a complex character who realized he hurt someone he cared about and takes ownership of that mistake.

Now for me to go a bit Rabid. Jason Todd is a special interest of mine. And boy if I had a nickle for every time I've obsessed over a fictional character associated with birds and the color who has a more popular sibling associated with birds and the color blue and who is often mischaracterized as an angry asshole I'd have two nickles which isn't a lot but weird it happened twice.

As for BatFamily Diluc would get along with. For starters Jason. I think Diluc would see their similarities, but realized Jason doesn't really get that support that Diluc does. So Diluc being Diluc. Would take it upon himself. Would Jason like this? Eeheheheh he'd be the dramatic little shit he always is but Diluc would definitely take it in stride.

Tim would probably be the one who Diluc would really get alone with. Like in the same vein of how I think Albedo and Diluc get along. I haven't read a lot of Tim. But they both are people born in the upper class who have the easiest route of all but are choice to take the hard way to do what they think is right and know to help people. I don't know as much about Tim, but I can see him and Diluc have really deep intellectual debate and just be very stimulating for each other without being frustrating.

Damian would be another one. But he'd be in the same boat as Jason. Diluc see's a kid who's struggling not totally getting the support he might need and is trying to learn. Trying to be better. So again Diluc would look out for him even if Damian doesn't like it (read the boy wonder)

Cass I think would be another good friend. Diluc is a person who can deal with silence, and I also think they be eye-opening for them. Haven't read a ton of Cass yet, tho. She definitely could see a lot more of Diluc's gentle side.

Dick and Kate might also be in there. But they might have a hard time with Diluc's rougher exterior and awkwardness. Barbara and him would defiantly get a long, but I think it would take some time.

[wyvernne]

i’m working on the frwad sequel and casually thinking about how vampluc would definitely burn down mondstadt if the holy knight asked him to goodbye

[raytm]

rules: choose 4 of your favorite characters from 4 pieces of media as options and let your tumblr pals decide which one most suits your vibe.

[throwaway-yandere]

Childe is so lucky that every darling I've written for him is a willing!reader. Perks of being one of the people who carried my early AR days 🥰

[kaedehararchives]

two slow dancers last ones out... diluc x reader

it was hard after the breakup. remembering all the memories you had with diluc was heartbreaking even if they don’t bring you any butterflies anymore. you remember vividly when you baked with adeline and diluc when you were little. you guys were childhood best friends. you remember when he sparred with you for the first time, obtaining his first vision. the stars of admiration in your eyes when you saw the new charm attached to his slacks. 

but something changed with diluc, you know it. he was no longer the warm, softhearted diluc you used to know. instead, he was replaced with the rigid coldness that mondstadt had in the winter. he was no longer your diluc who baked pies with you. he is diluc raghvinder who is now the current owner of dawn winery despite not liking the taste of wine. 

you wish you could take back the romance you had for diluc so you wouldn’t be aching with his pain. but you know that’s too selfish and you still appreciate your relationship with him. besides you know he would hurt even more than you would. especially when he just lost his brother and father all in the same night. the downfall of crepus raghvinder but the up and coming diluc raghvinder. 

although it hurts seeing him gone from your life, you suppose it would be best to leave mondstadt and have your own adventures with newer people. you tried to keep contact with diluc with your new adventures in sumeru and liyue. but he never responded. you guessed it would be weird to keep in contact with your ex and move on from diluc. even so, you did keep in contact with other friends of yours like kaeya and amber. 

it has been around four years since you left mondstadt. not like you regretted it, of course. you liked the new thrill, new foods and the dilemmas you had. you have new friends like beidou, hutao, kaveh and ganyu! the adventures with them even if it was just little errands still were joyful. even though you have multiple places to call home. they could never compare to the place that has been your home.

[100beep]

Title that I forgot to put in: Oh, the secrets you could tell me

The morning three days before the Rite of Descension is a chaotic one at Dawn Winery. As nearly every prominent businessperson in Teyvat does, he’s spending a night in Liyue to hear Rex Lapis’s predictions for the coming year. And of course, he can’t leave without half a dozen staff asking last-minute questions about what to do in his absence. And Kaeya, for some reason - he claims it’s to help, Diluc suspects it’s simply to annoy him.

As a child, he took this journey annually with Crepus - the yearly trip was always an exciting journey, although he remembers the disappointment when he learned that Rex Lapis wasn’t the type of dragon that could breathe fire. He hadn’t been in years - he’d been too busy trying to hunt Harbingers, there was no time left for anything business-related. He’d returned just under a year ago, which was just in time to miss the last one.

Diluc is about to leave on the two-day journey when a voice stops him. “Spare a ride for a god?”

Diluc halts the carriage, sighing, He’s already leaving an hour later than he’d wanted, but he can’t exactly ignore Venti. “You’re a god. Can’t you take yourself there?” he asks, annoyed.

“If only,” Venti laughs. “But the Rite of Descension is important enough that Morax blocks all other flights. And as the god of wind, flight is my chosen method of travel.” He proceeds to demonstrate this by flying into the passenger seat of the carriage.

“So much for asking,” Diluc grumbles. “You can come. But it’s just me going, so don’t expect any free wine. Or any wine, for that matter.”

“What kind of drunkard do you take me for?” Venti protests as the carriage starts moving.

“Based on how you act in my tavern every night, a crazy one,” Diluc answers.

“Oh, when I’m drunk, of course. But I’m not always drunk. Do you know how much it costs to get drunk on a god’s alcohol resistance?”

“I’ve been giving you free drinks for months now. I know how expensive it is.”

“Why is that?” Venti asks. He’d never questioned the abundance of free alcohol before - he hadn’t cared, for that matter, but now he’s curious.

“The Church talked me into it. I thought it would be worth it to avoid paying their taxes. I was wrong.”

“The Church collects taxes in my name!?” Venti exclaims indignantly. “I thought they were just useless!”

“Not in your name,” Diluc reassures him, somewhat amused. Of course the god of freedom would take exception to his church being used for tax purposes. “The Knights got them to do it because they know who everyone is.”

“Oh, all right,” Venti grumbles.

“You should be grateful they’re doing it,” Diluc continues. “It counts as you exerting control over Mondstadt, which is what gives you your power.”

“There is a reason I don’t use that power,” Venti grumbles. Then once his brain catches up to what Diluc said, he asks suspiciously “How do you know where we get our powers?”

“You spend four years hunting the Fatui, you learn a fair bit about divine power,” Diluc answers.

“What exactly were you doing in those four years? I still haven’t gotten a straight answer out of you.”

Diluc sighs. “Some parts I won’t tell you, some parts I can’t tell you, and you know everything else. Here’s your straight answer: no.”

“Fine,” Venti huffs.

The trip into Liyue is almost entirely uneventful. The most interesting part of the journey is when Venti meets the Vigilant Yaksha at Wangshu Inn. He claims they’re old friends.

They arrive in Liyue proper on the morning of the Rite. Diluc abandons Venti to find his unusually expensive reserved seat. (He’d had to stand once before, presumably in a bad business year, and would rather not repeat the experience. The predictions were always longer than he expected.) He’s wondering where Venti plans to watch from - he wouldn’t be able to afford a seat - when he sees the dragon circling overhead. Then he lands, and to the surprise of the crowd, transforms into a mostly-human form. (He keeps the fangs, the claws, and a greatly reduced tail.)

Rex Lapis mutters to himself “I was not expecting that,” too quietly for anyone to hear. Then he raises his voice and begins his predictions, eyes turning milky white as he does so.

The predictions are, in general, an average year for business, if chaotic. One of note is “Taverns, brothels, and other places where men go to lose themselves will find an increase in services needed.” While hopeful for Diluc’s business, it is still rather foreboding.

Of course, it’s overshadowed by the next one - “Visions, Delusions, Gnoses, and other implements of the divine will either greatly increase in power or simply stop working.” Which is fairly terrifying to anyone who knows what that means - and judging from the crowd’s response, that is very few. And it’s not even good for business.

Once the predictions are done, the square empties, and Diluc wanders around the city, enjoying his rare day off. He finds himself sitting in a tea shop of all places - he doesn’t know what drew him there, but he figured “why not.”

A few minutes after his tea arrived, he nearly chokes as Venti walks into the shop talking to the human incarnation of Rex Lapis. (This one’s more human, having dropped the claws and tail.)

“Whatever possessed you to take human form for the predictions?” Venti asks, gesticulating wildly.

“Instinct,” Rex Lapis answers. “For some reason, it was vitally important that someone in this year’s audience knows this form.

“You’re saying that your predictions told you that?” Venti asks.

“Exactly,” is Rex Lapis’s only response. Then to the shopkeeper, he says “A pot of herbal spice, if you please.”

“Of course, Mr. Zhongli,” he replies, completely ignoring the contents of the god’s conversation.

“I suppose he’s another old friend?” Diluc asks, moving over to their table once they sat down.

“And who might this be?” Rex Lapis asks Venti at the same time Venti asks “Is it so strange to visit friends when passing through?”

Rex Lapis and Venti look at each other, then Venti speaks. “Zhongli, this is Diluc, current owner of the Dawn Winery, and far more importantly, my source of free drinks and rides. Diluc, this is Zhongli. Just Zhongli if you know what’s good for you. And yes, he’s an old friend as well.” He then leans forwards and whispers “He can’t shield conversations involving a mortal.”

“Or involving more than two people,” Rex Lapis - Zhongli continues. No one is surprised that he can hear Venti’s whispers. “And that is the limit. If you could see us in the first place somehow, I can shield you.”

The shopkeep comes over with Zhongli’s pot of tea, then notices Venti. “Haven’t seen you in what, twenty years?” he comments, then moves on to the next table.

“Why could I see through your shield?” Diluc asks.

“Likely something to do with a Delusion and a Vision combined,”

Zhongli says. “I don’t know the details, but the concentration of divine energy probably has something to do with it.”

“I left my Delusion behind a year ago,” Diluc says, looking around to see if anyone’s listening. “And if you can’t shield us, shouldn’t we be having this conversation somewhere else?”

“The people of Liyue hear enough that unless they’re deliberately listening, they won’t care. And there’s no one that would want to listen that’s any threat. As to your Delusion, both Delusions and Visions leave their trace on humans.”

Diluc takes a second to process, then nods. “Of course that thing would have weird effects.”

“It shouldn’t have too much of an effect on you once you stop using it,” Zhongli states.

“That’s some good, at least,” Diluc grumbles. “I hope to never use it again.”

“Why do you still have it, then?” asks Venti.

“What do you suggest I do with it?” asks Diluc. “I refuse to return it to the Fatui, and it’s too corrupting to just throw it into the ocean.”

“You never thought of asking your god that you obviously have some sort of relation with to destroy it?” asks Zhongli.

“I can do that?”

“He can do that?”

Diluc and Venti ask over each other, nearly in unison.

Zhongli chuckles at the response. “You’re more powerful than you give yourself credit for - despite your best efforts. And anyways, it’s divine energy. Manipulating it is your entire job.”

Diluc laughs at the look on Venti’s face. “Well, that’s one way of doing things.”

“As long as I don’t keep the power,” Venti grumbles.

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” says Zhongli. “It’s easy enough to dissipate harmlessly. For a god, anyways.”

“On the topic of destroying Delusions, can you tell why your predictions will happen?” asks Diluc.

“That is a somewhat complicated answer,” Zhongli answers. “Anything directly related to my domains - Mora, which includes business, the movement of the Earth, and so on - I can accurately predict. Anything outside of that gets increasingly fuzzy. I can’t tell you why there will be a sudden influx of Naku Weed next year, just that it will cause a decrease in the price of wine. As to your specific question, I don’t know why divine power will decline or increase. I suspect the answer is the domain of Celestia, and as such, far beyond my information.”

Diluc nods. “Not very helpful, but at least I know there’s something coming. Although there’s nothing that I can do about it.”

“As useless as a mortal in the face of Fate,” Zhongli says. Seeing Diluc’s confusion, he clarifies: “It’s a somewhat infamous saying among the adepti.”

“Well, I can’t exactly argue with it,” Diluc grumbles.

“I know better than to try,” mutters Venti, to Diluc’s amusement. “I’ve given it up as a lost cause.”

“It’s a long story,” says Zhongli to Diluc. “One that I’m not getting into now.”

“I suppose you have all sorts of history together,” Diluc says.

“Ask him why Liyue’s a no-fly zone for the Rite,” Venti says cheekily.

“That’s a story I’d like to hear,” Diluc answers, looking at Zhongli. “He got his pet dragon to dive-bomb you as you were speaking?”

“What? No, I’m far more creative than that,” Venti objects.

“He didn’t try to interrupt the Rite,” Zhongli says. “He knows better than that. No, I just closed the air as revenge four hundred years ago… for what, I can’t remember.” He absolutely does remember, but it’s not exactly something he can tell Diluc. “And I’ve left the rule up ever since simply because it’s amusing watching him find alternate ways to get to the Rite when he wants.”

“And I’m the latest in your series of amusements,” says Diluc, somewhat amused himself.

“Indeed,” Zhongli replies.

“Well, as interesting as this meeting has been, I do need to return to Mondstadt,” Diluc states, getting up from the table. “Will you be coming, Barbatos, or is the no-fly order over after the Rite?”

“The no-fly is a week on either end of the Rite,” Zhongli answers before Venti can. “Unless he’s suddenly learned to walk, he’ll be returning with you. But you’re not staying the night?”

“I came here on business,” Diluc answers. “I spent four years away from home. Now that I’m back, I don’t intend to spend any more time away than I have to.”

“What were you doing for the last four years?” Zhongli asks.

“Mostly hunting Fatui,” Diluc replies.

“And something else he won’t tell me about,” Venti states. “Yet.”

“I thought you seemed familiar,” Zhongli says. “I’ve heard stories about the Delusion Thief.”

Diluc shakes his head. “The whole point of that name was to keep me covert.”

“I can assure you that it worked,” Zhongli states. “And I will keep your secret. Although there is someone I know who would quite enjoy a rematch.”

“I’m not fighting Tartaglia again,” Diluc states. “Three times was enough.”

Zhongli raises an eyebrow. “You beat him three times? Most impressive.”

“I managed to hold him off long enough to run away three times,” Diluc corrects him. "If I'd beaten him, he'd be dead. And he never used his Foul Legacy - if he did, I'd be dead."

“You may have been captured,” says Zhongli. “They had enough interest in you to not want to kill you. I expect that’s why Childe never used his Foul Legacy.”

Diluc grimaces. “Don’t remind me. I was captured once and managed to escape. Not an experience I’d want to repeat. And I really do need to get going.”

“Very well then. I hope to meet again.”

Diluc and Venti leave the tea shop, returning to their camp from last night.

When Diluc returns home, he finds a note waiting for him.

“If you would be willing to host, I would very much like to visit Mondstadt once more.” - Rex Lapis.