A little something about cuddling Diluc, in honor of his birthday but also just because I've been real sleepy lately.
Diluc × reader, just fluff
You padded into the study, and he looked up, eyes softening in recognition. "Hello, love."
"Hello," you responded, walking behind his chair and looping your arms around his neck to kiss his temple. "How're you doing?"
He hummed and took your forearms to guide you around the chair before pushing it back. Pulling you forward, he clearly meant to situate you in his lap.
You hesitated. "I won't get in your way, will I? I-"
"Not at all. I'd like the company." He tilted his head and flashed you one of those charming smiles he knew made your knees weak.
You huffed, feeling your cheeks heat, and allowed yourself to be guided into his lap, legs straddling his as your arms draped over his shoulders.
You'd be lying if you said it wasn't immensely comfortable, and you rested your head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling against the space between his collar and his jaw.
He tipped his chin up, an arm tightening around your waist. He always got a little flustered at that, but kept you close anyway - maybe so you couldn't see him blush.
You sighed and relaxed fully in his hold, basically boneless as his natural warmth radiated like a furnace. Slowly, you dozed off to the gentle scratch of his pen and flipping pages.
Bonus:
Someone walked in to ask a question - he leveled them with a stare that allowed no room for argument as they retreated back out of the room, shutting the door behind them.
As a maid of the esteemed House Ragnvindr, you take pride in your work.
There is much to do around the Dawn Winery estate. Sheets to hang so that they could dry in the cooling winds, shopping for ingredients for breakfast, lunch and dinner, stopping by Good Hunter when Adelinde requests specific meals, managing deliveries to Angel’s Share…
It’s quite a tiring ordeal.
But— There is respite. There is rest for the mind, for the body, for your eyes. Hell, you could even describe it as healing for the soul if you truly give in to all of those less than appropriate whims and thoughts.
And that soothing rest for your very being came in the form of Master Diluc himself.
The crimson-haired gentleman, the dashing claymore-wielder, the strikingly handsome Master of House Ragnvindr— Goodness, you could go on and on for forever.
He was just so attractive.
“(name), what’s Master Diluc really like?” Moco’s question is far too offhand, far too unexpected for the you who was too busy trying to swallow your lunch.
“Ahh, that’s right!” Hillie cuts in, her hands clapping together in thought. “You usually attend to him for the night shifts, right? Adelinde said that you’d fit perfectly since you’ve known him since young.”
“Uhm—“ A hurried swallow. “Normal, I suppose?”
“Ahhn! That’s not what we mean, you know?” Moco huffs, an elbow on the table as she leans forward, a pout on her face. “Since you’ve known him for so long, I thought we’d hear something juicier.”
“Moco, pressing for things like that won’t get us anywhere. It’s rude.” Hillie has to apologize on both of their behalves, it seems.
But— Interesting things about Master Diluc? What information could you possibly have about the little boy you’ve grown up with? It’s all run-of-the-mill, normal everyday things despite your familiarity with the Young Master.
(Normal only because it was you, you suppose. But there is one specific thing you’ve had a gripe with lately…)
“Uhm… Master Diluc doesn’t know how handsome he is?”
“Eh?! Really?!”
——
“Welcome home, Master Diluc.” You smile, bowing as you greet him by the door.
“Mm. I’m back.” You can hear how the door shuts behind him, how he had gripped at his shoulder as he rolled his arm, soothing the potential ache there as you take a mental note for Adelinde later.
“And just Diluc is fine.”
And you bow once more, choosing to ignore his little comment before you move forth to help him shed his coat, watching the way his biceps flexed even when hidden under his dress shirt, how the dim lights of the mansion just so perfectly highlighted the hidden muscle just beneath— Just barely out of your reach.
(Oh, how you would die just to get a chance to feel him up to your heart’s content. You do already get to brush against him when helping to do up his ties, or brush his hair— But; oh, those muscles—)
“Master Diluc.” Your gaze is still politely pointed downwards, his coat already in your hands as you secretly marvel at the warmth of his clothing. “Would you like dinner first? Or would you rather have a bath prepared?”
And he takes a moment to think, messing with the hairtie of his low ponytail as he undoes the knot, letting crimson red flow down his shoulders and cascade down his broad back.
(Master Diluc is so unsparingly sexy…! Please, please undress even more!)
“And, please, (name). We’ve known each other long enough for you to not have any formalities with me.”
“Oh, but Master Diluc…” You want to pout, to complain that it isn’t right. But you have a plan to enact, no? One concocted by the brilliant minds of Hillie, Moco and yourself.
“You’re just too handsome for me to address you casually.”
And you bow once more, seemingly a bit too happy as you hum, daringly dismissing yourself before you cringe and cry about this dumb plan later.
(Unfortunately for you, you missed the sight of a far too stunned Diluc Ragnvindr, too lost in what he just heard that he had frozen still, hands halfway undoing the cuffs of his sleeves, and ears so red that it blended into his hair.)
——
And this plan continues— Even in the early mornings when Adelinde was the one overseeing duties, somehow roped into this silly plan.
“Master Diluc, you look rather dashing today.” She nods at him in approval as she bows, politely watching as he partakes in breakfast. “Even more so now that you’re eating properly.”
“I see.” Strangely unaffected so far, it seems. You’re peeking out from a hallway’s corridor as you watch the exchange, curling your hand into a fist as you pump it into the air.
It’s time to work hard again today! For Master Diluc’s sake!
“Master Diluc, you look so handsome helping out with us old folk in these vineyards!”
A curt nod from the man himself as he continues to assist the more elderly of his employees.
“It’s not a big deal. I need to check on the quality of the inventory, after all.”
“Oh, Master Diluc! There’s no need for such a good-looking lad like you to help with those boxes!”
A blink, and a tilt of his head as he lifts the heavy crate like it was nothing.
“Oh. It seemed that you were struggling, though. Do file a formal request to Adelinde, I’ll have more helpers hired.”
“Oh, oh! Even though Klee thinks Big Brother Diluc is kinda weird and grumpy—!” The Spark Knight herself even makes an appearance before him. “Klee still thinks you’re handsome!”
“Is that so?” He had kneeled down to her level on one knee, politely receiving the sweet flower that she had picked for him as he held it gently in his hand. “I thank you, then.”
This plan… Doesn’t seem to be the most effective. And you nearly want to sulk even as Klee rapidly blinks at you with both eyes from her distance— Her attempt at a wink, you think.
Which prompts the crimson-haired man to turn around— Only to see absolutely nobody there.
So, the only way to confirm if your silly plan did any good?
“Oh, Master Diluc!” It’s you who plops down on the seat right in front of him, dressed down into your civilian wear at the Angel’s Share as you smile up at him, all happy grin and upturned eyes.
“How was your day today?”
“It was…” You even watch as his pretty eyes narrow, the frown on his features ever present as he wipes down the glass. “Normal.”
That’s it? That’s all you get after all that effort?
(Master Kaeya did teach you to be careful with your words, after all. But to be honest; you like being straightforward with your handsome Master Diluc.)
“You’re so handsome, Master Diluc.” A dreamy sigh as you touch your cheek, taking the time to admire your all too attractive employer.
“If only I had more off days so that I could come watch you more…”
And Diluc was already certain you had a hand in today beforehand, but hearing you directly confess something like that to him is—
“Mm… I just think it’s a shame you’re unaware of how handsome you are, Master Diluc.” There’s a twinkle in your eye as you say it, still smiling; yet quickly turning into a cute pout.
“I wish you could see things like that too, you know?”
And Diluc Ragnvindr himself thinks he might overload, the heat starting to creep up his spine and grip at his shoulders, towering up his neck and spidering to his ears.
“Oh, Master Diluc! You look really cute like that—“ You didn’t even know he could make that kind of expression.
And, if it was even possible— He had grown even redder. His ears practically burning as the cloth he was holding in one hand alights with a flame, the smoke being the first thing you would’ve noticed had the glass in his hand not shattered.
“M-Master Diluc!”
It seems your plan is only effective with you involved.
——
(“Our Master Diluc cannot feel that way! We must assure him!”
“Archons, that’s easier said than done.”
“What about convincing Adelinde to place mirrors everywhere?”
“Nobody wants that…”
“Photos of Master Diluc’s loveliness?”
“That sounds… Almost stalker like.”
Ah. Your hands clap together as an idea pops into your mind.
Basically I find it funny that the brothers switched personality as they grew xD
[also this have nothing to do with this is but Happy birthday Owl man.]
Also a hc of mine is that Kaeya actually start to not blame his younger self anymore and view that part of him foundly, while his younger self kinda fears(and hate) him since he doesn't know what his future self do(with the whole spy thing) and plus seeing his future older brother look tired with a scar on his face than the hyperactive one you're used to, scares him even more.
while Diluc mostly feel a bit bittersweet looking at his younger self being all whimsey, while kid Diluc just really say whatever is on his mind, which is kinda true,
my hc is that pyro vision do protect them from fire to a certain degree, but they run warmer than normal too, so in winter they can wear whatever and can still be warm enough, while in summer they overheat easily, same concept for cryo.
Kid Diluc while being a bit blunt just want to warn his stupid older self to not die of a heatstroke. since having Kaeya as his younger brother he start being more caring toward others well being.
Also they forgot how brutal Children can be when speaking out their minds(their younger self judging their clothing lol)
A little something about cuddling Diluc, in honor of his birthday but also just because I've been real sleepy lately.
Diluc × reader, just fluff
You padded into the study, and he looked up, eyes softening in recognition. "Hello, love."
"Hello," you responded, walking behind his chair and looping your arms around his neck to kiss his temple. "How're you doing?"
He hummed and took your forearms to guide you around the chair before pushing it back. Pulling you forward, he clearly meant to situate you in his lap.
You hesitated. "I won't get in your way, will I? I-"
"Not at all. I'd like the company." He tilted his head and flashed you one of those charming smiles he knew made your knees weak.
You huffed, feeling your cheeks heat, and allowed yourself to be guided into his lap, legs straddling his as your arms draped over his shoulders.
You'd be lying if you said it wasn't immensely comfortable, and you rested your head in the crook of his neck, nuzzling against the space between his collar and his jaw.
He tipped his chin up, an arm tightening around your waist. He always got a little flustered at that, but kept you close anyway - maybe so you couldn't see him blush.
You sighed and relaxed fully in his hold, basically boneless as his natural warmth radiated like a furnace. Slowly, you dozed off to the gentle scratch of his pen and flipping pages.
Bonus:
Someone walked in to ask a question - he leveled them with a stare that allowed no room for argument as they retreated back out of the room, shutting the door behind them.
