Fluff | Genshin x GN!Reader
What Made Them Fall For You?
Xiao, Wanderer/Scaramouche, Diluc
SUMMARY
Headcanons on what makes the genshin pookies fall for you <3
CONTENT
Fluff, gender neutral reader, men falling for reader, reader is not traveler but is friends with them, mentions of character's trauma, CHARACTERS ARE 18+
AUTHOUR NOTES
I hope to eventually write about all the men >:) it will probably take a while to get to it but I’ll try to keep each one short to encourage myself to finish them all hehe.
XIAO
I think Xiao would start to fall for you because you see through his tough, mean guy act. You can tell that even though his words are harsh and he’s telling you to leave him alone, he’s just protecting you. You might not see it at first, but as you understand his condition, his karmic debt, you understand him. Your realization makes you feel warm knowing that Xiao is really just an innocent soul who wanted to keep you safe. He wants so badly to never hurt anyone ever again and “repent” in solitude even though he has nothing to really repent for; he was forced to kill by his previous master and his karmic debt only comes from killing the remnants of old gods and absorbing their debt.
You start to hang around him more as a result and, much to Xiao’s dismay, he doesn’t hate it. In fact, he actually enjoys how you reignite the warmth in him, the warmth he hasn’t felt in so long since his fellow Yaksha have passed. But did he want to let you in? Shouldn’t he push you away? He’s been alone for so long, why change that now? He felt like he didn’t deserve to enjoy company again, that he didn’t deserve you and your kindness. But maybe just this time… just once, would he allow it.
WANDERER
I think Wanderer would start to fall for you because you make him feel human emotions like he’s never felt before. He’s always searched for a “heart” in the form of a gnosis, thinking it would make him human and make him feel loved and wanted. But even when he had it, it didn’t feel right. Even now, with his anemo vision, he feels more, but still not what he wants. But with you, it feels perfect. Others would probably describe what he feels as something like “butterflies in my stomach” but since he probably doesn’t really experience physical things like that, being a magical puppet and all, he thinks about how you make his vision glow. When he feels a surge of emotions, it feels like he’s using his vision. It feels powerful, happy, strong, and warm, like how a light breeze feels on a sunny afternoon.
You know about his past, what he did, and how the world wronged him. He’s been so traumatized and can barely comprehend his emotions. So when you reach out to him after he regains his memory and a new anemo vision, you try to help him through his emotions in the gentle way that you do. You’re so soft with him and it makes his vision heart ache. He believes he doesn’t deserve you but you try your best to show him otherwise. As you two get closer, you never really notice, but the wind always picks up just a little bit when he sees you.
DILUC
I think Diluc would start to fall for you because you don’t just see him as “the young and rich son of the Ragnvindr family estate.” You see him for him: Diluc. You see a beautiful soul with a broken heart that has put up walls that he intends to never break down again. Others might think that Diluc is just cold, but you and the others close to him know that no matter how cold he may seem, the pure fire that burns inside him always spreads its warmth to those around him. He’s believed for a while now that barely anyone can see what he’s hiding underneath, that people want him for his money, his property, his material things. But you prove him wrong time and time again. You sweetly say hi to him every time you see him not because you want to put on a facade to get on his good side. You don’t help him break up a fight at the tavern and clean up after because you want a monetary reward. You don’t bake him an adorable strawberry cake for his birthday because you want something back. No, you do it because you care, because you have so much love to give, and Diluc feels so lucky to be a part of your life.
He feels his feelings grow for you as time goes on. He feels you getting closer and he barely hesitates to let you in. You didn’t break down his walls, you politely made a door for yourself to enter and it makes you both laugh to think about it that way. He stays reserved around most others but always holds the door open for you, physically and metaphorically.
Summary: Basically, Diluc finally lets his emotions show and wonders if you wish he was a different person and you reassure him that you love him just the way he is.
Warning(s): Crying, Hurt/comfort
Pairing(s): Diluc Ragnvindr X GN!Reader
Word count: 800
Inspiration(s): A random prompt I found > “Do you wish I was different?”
A/N: Basically, something is wrong with me, and I love this man. I saw a dialogue prompt and decided I was gonna write for Diluc ‘cause perhaps behind his facade he believes something is wrong with him. This is also very short I’m SORRY!! Also if yall didnt know i suck so bad at titles LMAO
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“Do you wish I was different?”
The question had come out barely above a whisper, if it hadn't been silent you were sure you would have missed it. The quietness of the words didn't lighten the weight they held. Your heart ached at the words you heard your lover speak. Had you made him feel like that?
“Diluc…” Your voice was soft as you slowly approached him. He sat in a chair that had occupied a portion of your shared room, his back facing you and his face buried in his hands. Carefully placing your hands on his shoulders then letting them slide down his chest before resting your chin on his head. “I don’t wish you were different, never have I wished for that.”
You could feel the wetness of his tears falling upon your knuckles; he was crying. The outburst he just had made him upset with himself. His outbursts were scarce, you never blamed Diluc for them. Sometimes he couldn’t control it, and sometimes he was just so worried he couldn't think before speaking. He had always taken accountability for the things he said when angry, he had always apologized and they were always sincere. It wasn’t like he had them on purpose, he would never hurt you intentionally. Never.
“But I–”
“No, Diluc do not go down that road,” Your tone was stern, concern laced in it. “There is nothing inherently wrong with you. There is nothing to want or wish to change about you. Sometimes… sometimes you just get overwhelmed and I understand that. You are only human, a very kind one at that.”
You placed a kiss on his head before moving around his hunched form. Crouching in front of him you grabbed his wrists and pulled them away from his face. Red strands of hair had messily fallen around him, sheltering his eyes from yours. His upper body shook as he tried to hide the fact he was crying; he had such a hard time opening up and letting you in. You tucked the loose strands of hair behind his ears, giving him a soft smile as he finally looked at you.
“I know that it's hard for you sometimes, and perhaps because of the things you have gone through you think you are inherently unworthy of love but Archons, that is not true.” You tilted his chin up and placed a soft kiss on his lips.
Placing your forehead against his you let out a soft whisper, “If only I could change the way you see yourself, then perhaps you wouldn't wonder those things. If you could see yourself through my eyes, then you would truly understand.” Your hands found their way to his cheeks where you wiped away his tears. “I love you, Diluc Ragnvind, I love you. There is nothing that can change that. I do not wish you were different, I love you just the way you are. I always have.”
Diluc let out an airy chuckle as he put his hand over yours. Somehow you always knew how to make him feel better when he got himself in these moods. “I’m sorry, my love, for my outburst. As well as having you see me cry.”
“You don't have to apologize for being human Diluc, you are allowed to show emotions with me. I will never hold that against you. I will love you even when you are at your lowest.”
Diluc bit his lip as more tears threatened to spill, those words hitting him hard. He had always locked his “bad” emotions away until he was by himself, afraid they would scare you away but here you were. You were here, by his side comforting him. Nothing but love and kindness in your eyes as you looked at him.
Warmth filled his chest as he stared at you, his thoughts running a mile a minute. You made him warm, he didn't even know that was possible. How could your love for him make him warmer than his pyro vision already did? How could someone love him so much even in his broken state? And how was it humanly possible for him to love you just as much, if not more than you loved him?
Panic erupted in your chest as you watched new tears spill from his eyes. Had you said something wrong? “Hey, hey, Diluc? Why are you crying again?” Your thumb wiped away the tears just as they fell from his pretty crimson eyes.
“It's nothing,” He laughed, sniffling as he tried his best to get himself to stop crying; he was failing horribly but this time he was not crying from sadness. He pulled you close to him and placed a hasty kiss on your lips before smiling at you softly. “I just love you.”
I know it's getting colder in a lot of places, so how about some snuggles from a Pyro Vision holder to warm yall up?
Content: Gender neutral reader, established platonic relationship, general cuddles/physical affection and stuff!
Diluc Ragnvindr is the king of cuddles, that's not up for debate. Though he struggles a little with controlling his tone and facial expression (he has a monotonous/borderline angry voice and a severe case of resting bitch face), he's actually really great to snuggle up with. It's a pretty well known fact in his close social/family circle.
Especially when the weather gets cold out, he's completely understanding and will just silently take it when someone comes and pulls their chair up beside him or presses themselves against him. He knows he radiates warmth and has nothing against those who wish to take advantage of it.
If he knows you're especially prone to getting cold, he may even unbutton his coat so you can wrap it around yourself a little. No matter how chilly it gets out, he's always radiating a comforting warmth - not too hot, more like you're standing a few feet away from a cosy little campfire. If his hands are unoccupied, he may wrap an arm around your shoulders and tilt his head to the side to lean it on you just a little.
The only thing that may prove to be a little problematic is his absolute mane of hair, but he's more than happy to tie it back if it bothers you (whatever conditioner he uses for it smells like a mix of walnut, lemon, pine and cloves).
An added bonus is that he'll keep your drink warm for you! If your tea or hot cocoa has gone cold, you can just hold it out to him and he'll warm it up within moments using his power over Pyro.
Diluc also spends long periods of time sitting in one spot as he works, so it's especially convenient since he doesn't move around much. His thick, fancy jacket (combined with his general beefiness) also makes a good pillow to lean your head on if you wish to snooze. He'll make sure to wake you in time if you have any appointments or anything to get to.
Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagarise my writing! This includes posting translations to other sites.
Premise- Reader and Diluc are friends and go to Fontaine together due to a well-timed stroke of misfortune. Yes this is a "there was only one bed" fic i will die on my cliché hill and you can't stop meeee <3 (Fontaine is out and the Diluc brainrot never ends).
I glance around the shop, bored. Working in a major glass manufacturer's storefront may be enjoyable at times-- I get to spend my days peacefully reading or doing light paperwork, surrounded by beautiful glassworks-- but it's never busy. There may be the occasional business owner in to inquire on custom wares or a secretary picking up samples, but even these interactions are few and far between. Most orders are done by mail and delivered directly to the customer. This, however, is what initially allowed Diluc and I's friendship to blossom. I smile to remember the first time we'd met. I was intimidated by him at first, but the more he came to visit the shop the more I realized that his initial stiff attitude was only a product of his professionalism (and, dare I say, a hint of boyish shyness). It's been about a year now since we'd begun to call each other friends.
Diluc often visits the shop to avoid his duties for a short while under the guise of "checking on the recent batch of wine bottles". He knows it's usually empty, save for me. He also knows that we don't have to talk; being in the presence of another who doesn't expect anything from you is peaceful, and sometimes a companionable silence is perfect for putting one's mind at ease. When we do speak, however, I can't recall a single time when we'd run out of topics.
Recently, though, I can't help but let my mind wander. My boss occasionally leaves magazines at the front desk for me-- she knows how boring my job can get-- and the newest one featured glittering views of Fontainian beaches. Moody cafes, bustling streets. Sunshine and rain and seashells and perfume. I long for something new. Being constrained inside a building all day, no matter how peaceful, forces you to spend too much time inside your own head.
Someone raps loudly on the mahogany desk before me and I jump, only to grin when I see who it is.
"Slacking off again?" Diluc laughs, warm eyes crinkling at the corners. I roll my eyes at him.
"Yes, I'm falling terribly behind." I joke. "How's your morning been?"
Diluc sighs, leaning against the counter. "Alright. Although..." He trails off for a moment. "There's some issues with the company representatives in Fontaine," He starts. At the mention of Fontaine, I perk up.
"One of Dawn Winery's regional directors over there apparently eloped with someone, and we don't know where he's gone, so now I have to head out there and deal with hiring someone new." He barely has the words out of his mouth before I laugh.
"Well, when in Fontaine, I guess," I say. Diluc grins.
"I suppose so. It'll be a pain to get all the way out there, though. If it was anyone else, I'd have the director handle it. Unfortunately, he's the one who's up and gone." He pauses for a moment as if in thought. "I could just promote the next in line, though, and have them find someone to fill their previous position..."
I shake my head. "What a weird guy. Running away from everything with no warning... It just puts more work on everyone else! I get that everyone needs a change now and then, but--" I pause, waving my hands a bit, "--that's a bit much, I think."
Diluc nods, and I can see in his eyes how tired he is.
"At least it's Fontaine, of all places," I offer. "Won't you have time to see the city a bit? See the ocean, maybe a few restaurants..." I must have said the last bit a little too wistfully, because suddenly Diluc brightens.
"You want to see the city?" He says. Before I can respond, he nods.
"Come with me, then," he says hopefully. "It would be a lot more enjoyable with a friend along. Besides--" he offers a mischievous half-smile-- "The company's paying for the trip, so we might as well enjoy it to the fullest, right?"
I laugh. "I know you'll probably be busy. I'd hate to be a bother--"
"Nonsense," he says, cutting me off. "You could never be a bother. Not to me, you know that." There's an unexpected tenderness that seeps into the end of his sentence that makes my chest ache a little, which I choose to interpret as excitement for the trip.
"All right," I grin. "I think I'll take you up on that offer. So when do we leave?"
For the next hour or so, we iron out the details of the journey. Which ship we'll take, which port we'll be leaving from, and where we'll meet before we depart. I try to discuss the fact that I'll gladly pay for my own fare, boarding, meals, etc. during the trip, but Diluc just gives me a look and says, "Don't be silly. How could I invite you to come with me if I wasn't happy to cover everything?" When I try to protest, he stays firm. "Y/n, please, don't worry about that. Get mora out of your head."
That's how, nearly a week later, I find myself stepping off of a ship and into Fontaine's bustling Romaritime Harbor. It would be an understatement to call this place 'pretty'. My weariness from the journey is all whisked away by the towering waterfalls before me. The afternoon sun glimmers over the water and shines across the harbor. People are everywhere; dock workers laughing as they carry on, locals chatting on benches, tourists milling about. I look up to find Diluc glancing at me.
"Don't get too excited," he says, amused. "We're not even in the city yet."
That brings me back down enough to remember how much I was dreading getting through the tourist regulation services, and I groan. After what feels like forever, we finally get into the city and up to our hotel. Once again I'm revitalized with excitement when we get inside.
"You booked the Hotel Debord?" I say, incredulous. "Isn't this the fanciest hotel in Fontaine? How'd you do it on such short notice?" Diluc just smiles and shrugs.
"Business relationships can be very useful in times like this," he says simply. "We are technically here on business, even if it should only take a day." I shake my head and mutter, "Crazy..." under my breath. He chuckles at that.
We arrive at the front desk to check in where an older uniformed woman greets us warmly.
"Welcome to the Hotel Debord," she smiles. "My name is Berthe, how may I assist you two this evening?" I greet her, then let Diluc do the talking as I take in the beautiful lobby.
"We're here to check in under the name Ragnvindr," he says, then waits patiently as the woman nods and flips through a guestbook.
"Ah, yes. Your room will be on the third floor; room 302." She hands us each a glossy keycard. "Would you like someone to guide you there, or will you two be alright finding it?" Diluc shakes his head. "We'll be alright, thank you. I appreciate you being able to provide a room on such short notice," he says earnestly.
"Of course," the woman says, wistfully. For a moment it seems like she's about to say something else, but decides against it. "If you need anything, you can ask me or any other attendant here, alright? Have a lovely stay," she finishes kindly, and we thank her again before beginning the trek up to the room.
When we finally arrive, it's all I can do not to collapse onto the floor. I sink into a chair gratefully, dropping my luggage to the side. It's truly a beautiful room-- white walls with gilded details, golden evening light shining through the large stained-glass windows. Rich shades of aquamarine in the rug beneath my tired feet and the cushioning on the chairs. Warm-toned wooden furniture with gold décor, bright white comforter adorning the massive bed. The bed, which I now realize there is only one of. Diluc doesn't seem to notice, so I assume he isn't bothered by it. Sharing won't bother me, especially since the bed is so large.
By now, it's well into the evening. Diluc and I rest in our respective chairs for a few minutes before he breaks the comfortable silence.
"What do you want to do for dinner?" he asks.
"I dunno. I think I'm too tired and hungry to properly enjoy anything we eat," I say mournfully. He laughs.
"Want me to go down and have them send something to eat? If I remember correctly, they still do room service until midnight."
I sit up. "Sure, if you wouldn't mind. I can go if you're too tired, though," I tell him. He stands.
"No worries. I'll be back soon." He leaves, shutting the door gently behind him. I decide to use this opportunity to wash up and head into the bathroom. That part of the room is beautiful as well, and when I finally sink into the warm bath, I relish in the feeling of scrubbing my skin with the fresh washcloths and luscious-smelling soaps provided by the hotel. Knowing Diluc will return soon, though, keeps me from lounging in the tub quite as long as I'd like to.
By the time he finally returns, I'm sitting on the right side of the bed wrapped in pajamas and one of the pristine white robes I found in the closet, book in hand. He enters the room carefully, balancing the platter in his hand. I close my book and set it on the nightstand beside me.
"I come bearing gifts," he jokes, earning a giggle from me. Diluc places the food on a table, then straightens to look at me. As soon as he does, he blinks, startled, which confuses me.
"What?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't realize-" He almost stutters and I squint at him. He gestures at the bed. "I thought they'd have given us two. This type of room usually has separate beds-- I'll go have them fix it, I don't know why I didn't realize there had only been one," he says, flustered, and begins to turn away.
"Diluc, it's not that big of a deal. It's a massive bed. We could probably fit all of Sumeru in here comfortably between the two of us," I joke, slightly unnerved at his sudden alarm. He turns back to me and doesn't say anything for a second, so I speak again, now unsure.
"I mean, if it makes you uncomfortable then of course I don't mind sleeping on the couch!" I rush, standing up. I should have known this kind of thing would bother him. I should have brought it up as soon as we checked in, but I didn't realize. Stupid, I tell myself. Stupid, stupid, stupid! The last thing I want is to make my friend, who has been nothing but kind and generous to me, feel uncomfortable in my presence. However, something about the suggestion of me sleeping on a couch seems to astonish Diluc.
"No, I'll take the couch. I want you to be comfortable," he says, then sits on the slim couch as if finalizing his decision. I raise my eyebrows.
"I don't think you even fit on it, Diluc."
He seems eager to prove me wrong. "Of course I do," he insists, and lies vertically on the couch. I watch in amusement as he struggles to get his entire body on it; if he lies flat, a shoulder and a leg are hanging off the side. If he lies on his side, he has to bend his knees up, but then the rest of his body lies dangerously close to the edge. He tosses and turns a few more times, determined to get comfortable, until he finally loses his balance and hits the floor with an unceremonious thud. I hold my breath to keep myself from laughing. There's a moment of silence before I hear Diluc's defeated voice from the ground.
"I suppose it's a bit small," he murmurs, and I finally burst out laughing, clutching the wall for support. When I look up, tears in my eyes, gasping for air, he's sitting upright once again. His ears are pink, and I see him trying (and failing) to keep a straight face.
"Diluc, if it doesn't bother you, then I really don't mind sharing the bed," I say again, face hurting from my outburst. Diluc just looks at me, finally cracking a sheepish smile, and waves me over. "Just come eat," he tells me. "We'll figure it out once there's food in our stomachs."
"Good idea," I reply, then go sit in the chair across from him. This is our first good meal since we departed Mondstadt, and the food is gone rather quickly. Once we finish, he excuses himself to wash up and I resume my position on the bed with my book. The sky is darkening, and I glance out at the few stars beginning to shine down. The view from the window is nothing but exquisite. The enchanting city below is slowing down, with shops closing for the night and people returning home from their jobs. I can see all the way out to the fountain in the center of the city; it glimmers enchantingly under the moonlight. I'm so absorbed in the view that I hardly hear a door open behind me.
"You're sure this doesn't bother you?" comes Diluc's voice. I feel the mattress dip with the weight of his hand leaning against it. I don't know if it's from the ambiance of the dimmed lights or the glow of the moon against his freckled skin, but when I turn to look at my friend, I feel a nauseating rush of adoration towards him. I blink, eyelids low with exhaustion, and meet his gaze with much effort. The V-shaped neckline of his linen nightshirt dips dangerously low and I have to force myself not to gawk at his broad chest, scars and all. What has gotten into me? I think, silently scolding myself. This is your friend. Don't be weird.
"Of course not," I mumble. He hums in response and climbs into bed. We sit together in silence; I continue reading, and he seems lost in thought. Nothing is to be heard, save for the occasional rustle of a turned page or noise from the city below. Eventually, Diluc sighs and I look at him.
"I have to leave early tomorrow," he begins, "for the meeting regarding the director's replacement." Another pause.
"Okay." I close my book over my thumb to save my spot in the paragraph. "Do you know when you'll be done?"
"No. But..." He trails off, thinking. "It shouldn't keep me after 5:00. I won't let it." He glances at me, eyes soft. "Then I can take you to get a proper Fontainian meal."
"Oh yeah?" I smile at him. Then, on a more serious note, I tell him, "Really though, don't worry about me. I don't want you to feel rushed from what you have to do just to entertain me."
"Entertain you?" he laughs. "I did bring you along because I want to spend time with you, you know."
Somehow, this surprises me. I'm fully aware that our friendship is mutual, but hearing Diluc affirm that he actually enjoys spending time with me makes me happier than I care to explain. I grin.
"Let's get something good, then," I hum before sliding a bookmark into my book and setting it on the nightstand. I slip between the sheets and turn out the lamp on my side of the bed.
"Goodnight, Diluc," I say quietly. I feel him roll over and turn his lamp out as well, and we're plunged into darkness save for the silver moonlight filtering through the window.
warnings: fem! reader, this is smut, sexual activity, cockblocking
summary: you and diluc simply crave each other, but there are always things getting in the way
a/n: i have not written in so long... spare me ;-; i definitely miss it but have my diluc brain rot bc i bought his new skin. enjoy!!!
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it was hot. extremely hot. the air was thick and the only thing that mattered to you was diluc’s body pressed against your own. the clothing adorned by the two of you was becoming a terrible inconvenience and an annoyance. you were never considered someone of selfish tendencies, but he kept you wanting— craving more.
your pleas spilled out between feverish kisses.
“no, no, no… i need more diluc, stop messing around with me.”
you grabbed his hands and tried tugged him closer to your flushed body. his lips continued to catch yours in messy kisses.
“you’re really that needy for me?”
he lifted you onto his desk, pulled away from your lips, and admired the depraved image in front of him. your lips swollen and blooming with red. his fingertips trailed along your body, stopping right above where you needed him. your hips jerked upwards in an attempt to gain some sort of friction. but you were met with diluc’s disapproval.
“such a needy little girl… who made a mess of you like this? tell me, who do you need?”
it was truly an unbearable sight— not only for you, but for diluc as well. you were one of the most breathtaking sights in all of teyvat, a true treasure only for him to unfold and ravish. a sharp inhale was heard as you answered his question.
"you, diluc. it's always you. god, i need you."
your hips tried to grind against the legs that spread your thighs apart. satisfied with your answers, diluc slipped his hand above your clothed heat and began to leave kisses and marks on the fragile skin of your neck. seeing you getting lost in the pleasure he provided, diluc's other hand worked it's way under the band of your panties and pulled them off. a finger slipped into your warmth and began to pump in and out slowly.
"do you know how long i've been waiting to do this? ever since i saw you walk out in the vineyard wearing this dress i knew i needed to have you as soon as i could."
the simple thought of diluc's own desire for you had you whimpering and falling apart in his hands. he slipped another finger inside of you and quickened his pace. you gasped and reached out to his belt buckle.
"i need to make you feel good too, diluc.."
he slid his fingers out of you and chuckled. your fingers fumbled with his belt buckle until an abrupt knock was heard throughout diluc's office. the two of you spilled obscenities and tried to collect yourselves.
"master diluc! you have a visitor in the manor."
adelinde's voice spoke from behind the door and you two listened as her footsteps trailed off. diluc sighed and readjusted his belt. you stared at him with a pout, not wanting him to leave. he pressed a kiss to your cheek and smirked.
"so much for being alone, huh. i'll be back before you know it, baby."
you adjusted his shirt collar and placed your hands on his chest.
"i'll wait for you. of course i'll wait for you."
he placed another kiss on your forehead and mumbled praise at you. a laugh escaped your lips and you playfully swatted him away.
"go on and get out of here now."
he stepped back and smiled at you devilishly before putting his two fingers into his mouth and turned away.
"diluc!"
you blushed madly before seeing your underwear being stuffed into his pockets.
"i'm taking these with me as well. see you later, baby."
before he could close the door he called out to you.
"by the way, you taste amazing. i don't think i'll ever stop craving you."
Heey, I really liked your writing 🥰. If you want to write, how about diluc with a flirty reader?
Diluc x Flirty! Reader Headcanons + Oneshot
A/N: Ty for my very first ask! :D i hope i did your request justice!! and i didn’t really know wether to write headcanons or a one-shot but i had enough time so i just did both :)
With a flirty, forward reader, he would probably be a bit deadpan at first, maybe even seen as oblivious.
And he kind of was when you first started talking to him like this.
Perhaps he thinks you’re just making conversation with him, or maybe the liquor is what makes you say such bold things at times. He kinda tunes you out to be honest.(nothing personal, he just isn’t as social as others)
But as the signs revealed themselves more and more, and Kaeya’s teasing regarding you got more relentless, Diluc started to think, “Oh, oh this is happening, they like me.”
He wouldn’t be so welcoming to it at first.
Why have more loved ones in his life that could be endangered by his reckless lifestyle, or leave him, baring him heartbroken?
Buut he also wouldn’t want to break your heart either.
So he endures it.
And to be honest, once he starts really paying attention, he finds himself liking the things you say every once and a while.
Maybe he gets a little selfish, maybe he even attempts to flirt back a little, just to play this game with you.
Either way, he starts to look forward to your visits to Angel’s Share, in a hesitant and nervous sort of way.
He doesn’t seem to realize how serious your talking stage gets, and before long you two are bestowing gifts upon each other on occasion, his gifts always much more expensive.(a little overwhelming to you to be honest, and it doesn’t help that it really goes over his head how much he spends on you)
Your company becomes a welcome addition to his life, and he invites you to the Winery often.
If you enjoy all the different kinds of alcohol he makes, great. If you enjoy the non-alcoholic beverages he makes more, even better. Just more similarities to bond over.
You two only get closer with time.
And before he knows it, Diluc is planning on taking you away for a while, talking a little more, and maybe.. asking you a question.
Here in Angel’s Share, the company was loud and the alcohol was sweet, an overall normal night.
Though your focus wasn’t on the people nor the beverage in your hand, it was on the man behind the counter tonight.
You weren’t the only one at the bar and you surely weren’t the only one looking at him, but while others casted shy halfhearted glances in his direction, you were bold enough to take him head on.
“A nice night, isn’t it Mister Ragnvindr?”
Diluc didn’t look your way. “I suppose it is.” He shuffled some glasses around where you couldn’t see.
You turned your head to the people at their tables.
“You always know how to keep people coming,” Your smile was genuine, “truly the accomplishments of a very hardworking man.” You hoped the complement would make his pride show a bit, but to no avail. He turned his head to you, politely responded, “Yes, I suppose so.” and promptly turned to duck under the counter.
He obviously wanted this conversation to end, you pouted. You could hear the clinking of glass indicating that he was probably getting more bottles from under the counter. Maybe you need a different approach to really get to know this man. You let your head fall onto the counter for only a second, until a bottle was gingerly dropped right next to it.
You jumped a bit, “Huh?” And glanced at the new drink beside you, “What’s this, Diluc?”
You, unfortunately, too distracted by the mysterious bottle, did not notice the slight blush on the noble man’s face showing when you said his first name. He mustered up the courage to speak back to you, like he’d been doing all night.
“A new formula. Care to try?” He looked at you expectantly.
You blinked up at him, surprised.
“Can I… really? Aren’t there professionals you could bring in to taste test your newest creations?” You would feel a bit guilty if you drank this new concoction, surely not able to give a proper review on it like someone trained to could.
Diluc pushed a new glass toward you and popped the cork off of the bottle.
“I made it for you anyway..” He wouldn’t let himself meet your eyes.
You sprung up a little at that. Sitting up straighter, and scooting in closer, you happily waited for the Ragnvindir to pour your specially made drink.
summary - you know what you got yourself into and you don’t regret the decision one bit.
pairing - diluc x gn!reader
tags - vampire au, dom!diluc, sub!reader, established relationship, light blood mention, bondage, biting, possessiveness, overstimulation, adult toy, some orgasm control
wc - ~2k
a/n - this is self-indulgence at its finest.
nsfw content under the cut. +18 only. minors dni.
“out of all the chalices i’ve ever had, you are my favorite.”
there was a slight chill in the air as time ticked on into the night. you’ve been in his bedroom since you both awoke from your slumber. he had left you in a particular situation - both your ankles and wrists were cuffed and were attached to the bedpost. a toy had been lodged inside you before he left, leaving it to stretch you before his return. you felt your own cum, swelling up from the toy and the wait, run down your thighs and begin to pool on the satin sheets of the bed below. the wait for him was a mixture of agonizing and exciting, as you knew soon he’d return, and pleasure would be the only thing on his mind, but didn’t know when he’d be back. he was always such a tease. after you had awoken, he played with your body and now he was playing with your mind. you remember the start of the night and how he began with sweet kisses and whispers of love and compliments veiled by pure lust in his even tone. his hands explored freely, stripping you of your sleepwear, wanting nothing between your skin and his. you laid on your back, letting him eat you up with his eyes before his mouth latched onto a nipple, sucking and kissing it while rolling the other between his fingers. the foreplay was well-appreciated, but not as appreciated as his free hand going down to your nether, where he began fingering your aching hole. he asked you to roll onto your stomach and lift your hips up and, without hesitation, you did as he asked, thinking it was time for him to enter you – but, before you knew it, he shackled you to the bed. you whined as he watched your quivering form from behind. you wanted anything to help you finish: tongue, fingers, cock, anything of his. instead, he pushed a toy inside you, telling you that the toy would finish stretching you while he was away and the wait would make the feeling far more intense. the toy wasn’t enough to come from, and you whined even more, but he only answered your whines with a chuckle and a slap on your ass. before he left to conduct his business he gave you a single kiss to the back of your head, and you’ve been like this ever since.
but you loved it. there was no doubt about that. even knowing full-well what he was, you loved him and what he offered you on a nightly basis. you had been attracted to him ever since you laid eyes upon him about a year ago, that one faithful day when you were touring wineries in an unfamiliar city. he caught your attention instantly as he showed the tour group the winery he owned. his blood-red hair, tall, masculine figure, even his all black attire, he was everything you wanted on appearances alone and, later, personality too. you couldn’t stop yourself from flirting with him at any given chance, not caring about the tour anymore, going away from the group and over to him whenever you were able to. and he reciprocated, although he was far more quiet and coy than you imagined at first. but once you two were completely alone, he pinned you to a wall, and that was when he warned you about what you were getting yourself into. for he wanted you beyond belief, but he confessed quickly what he was, and showed you his fangs upon your disbelief – inhumanly long canines that you couldn’t make an excuse for. he told you that a relationship with him would not be for the faint of heart - but you weren’t afraid, in fact, it just drove you wilder. that was the first kiss you two shared. you recall it fondly, a kiss that tasted of grapes with a slight metallic taste that you became used to quickly. after that, you lived with him, your sex life tantalizing. night after night he dominated you and you begged him for more.
your thoughts trail off as you hear the old wooden door creak open and instantly, as if your body had been trained for that sound, you feel a thrill rush over you. you try to turn your head to see him but are unable to, the binds not allowing you to move much. the light from the hallway disappears as the door shuts closed. you imagine him behind you, eyeing you hungrily as he strips, his black clothes falling to the floor, ready to finally give you what you wanted.
“i see you’re exactly how i left you. good.” his voice, calm and smooth like butter, caused you to shiver, a few more drops of excitement dripping down onto the sheets beneath you. you hear the mattress creek from his weight, his cold hand suddenly pressing against your nether regions, and you can’t help but groan from the feeling of something finally touching you. you want more, and your body automatically thrusts against his hand, the friction welcome, his sexy chuckle even more so.
he brought his hand around to show you your own liquids draped across his fingers. “you’re leaking such a delicious liquid. i’ll drink it up alongside what i need from you tonight.” he then gently wiped his fingers across your mouth, letting you get a taste of your own sweet liquids. his scent was taking over your senses, a mixture of grapes, wine, and musk.
admittedly, he was quite famished, for he only ever ate when he had to and never filled himself off you. he gently presses his hand against the side of your head, so you’d turn it just enough to expose your bare neck to his longing gaze. he presses his lips to your soft skin, licking where he wanted to sink his teeth into and take a sip of your divinity, but to do so without any pleasure given to you would be unfair. thus, he instead left your neck untouched save for a few more kisses, and instead trailed his tongue to the back of your neck, where he planted small pecks, leading downward along your spine. you struggle against the chains as his teasing was causing your body to tingle all over. he alternated between kisses and licks before pausing for a moment, your little moan of annoyance a joy to his ears. finally, he presses his mouth against your hole, lapping at the excess liquid dripping out around the toy. you gasp at feeling his warm mouth and tongue drinking from such a sensitive area.
he sat upon his knees, wiping his mouth with his arm. “out of all the chalices i’ve ever had, you are my favorite.” this was both a compliment and a reminder that he’s had others beside you in his many years alive, but your relationship with him now was exclusive. he made sure you knew that you were the only one for him, and he made sure that no one ever looked at you with want in their eyes, else they’d be in for a rude awakening involving teeth as sharp as glass. “now, let’s take this out and replace it with something far better.” he gripped the end of the toy, pulling it out slowly, your forehead dipping against the pillow as you lifted your hips further, your hole tightening before relaxing, letting go of the toy.
“ah, you’re gaping for me, i see.” he placed his hands on you, spreading you even wider, and you felt yourself blush, imagining him eyeing your completely exposed body, at the mercy of his observation. “this is a view i never tire seeing. the only thing better is when it’s filled with my cum.”
‘i’ve been excited all night.” you suddenly feel something long and hard press against your backside. “but i’m afraid it’s too cold for you... let’s warm it up, shall we?” he rubbed his cock against you your hole, slightly parting you just enough to slide his cock between your cheeks, the friction, and wetness from your own juices becoming the warming agent. “don’t come too early, now. else we’ll restart the whole process again.” he remarked, and you tried to bring your knees together to stop yourself, not wanting to finish before he even entered you, not wanting to have to wait again for him. it was intense, being on the edge, wanting, needing, to come, but not allowing yourself to, waiting for him to enter you, to thrust in and out of you - that’s all you wanted, but he was taking his time, causing you to groan and whimper and whine in compliance with his pace. you were going to come, but it’d be when he allowed you to.
finally, deciding he was warmed enough, you felt him grab your ass, tapping it gently with a finger, “raise your hips, my dear. the finale is about to start.”
eagerly, you raise your hips a little higher, your face sinking into the pillow beneath, anticipation causing you to shake, your breaths hot and heavy against the pillow’s fabric. he readies himself against your hole and you let out a deep, long moan as the tip enters. you claw at the sheets beneath as he pushes more, not waiting long for you to adjust, the girth of his cock spreading you further than the toy ever could as your hole took him in, almost sucking his cock deep inside. you feel him finally stop pushing in as his entirety was within you, your toes curling from the size, your hole spasming around him.
he doesn’t waste much time letting you get used to him as he knows you’ve been close to coming since the beginning of the escapade. and it’s true, just from him pressing his full length within you, you feel more of your own cum leak down your thighs. he starts with a slow pace, rolling his hips forward, letting his cock touch every inch of your walls within. he watches your body rock with him, your moans, gasps, twitches, all of it better than the red liquid he required to live. you feel a smack on your ass as his pace quickens, “you look beautiful, bent over with me inside you. i wish you could see yourself, begging for my cum.” he was so quiet around people he didn’t know, but around you he teased constantly, only time he wasn’t teasing you was when his mouth was preoccupied with you.
some tears start to slip from your eyes and onto the pillow below, the pleasure immense, your sensations on high from him, your mouth constantly open because every single thrust of his caused you to moan out. you needed to come, you had to come, you felt it getting closer and closer with each thrust, a warmth in the bottom of your stomach growing, and his own cock was starting to twitch inside you, his own come ready to paint your inner walls white.
he leaned down, forearms now resting against the bed, his forehead pressed against your upper back. with a grunt, he thrusts hard within you, hitting your sweet spot, a soft moan slipping from him as you cry out, unable to take it any longer. “come for me.” he commanded, and you felt yourself let go, your body tensing before relaxing, the feeling like a wave washing over you. bliss from release, your body twitches, your hole pulsates, tightening and then releasing in increments, and you feel his cock twitch one final time before coming within you.
as your body continues experiencing the aftermath of your orgasm, he finally decided to drink. he kisses and licks the side of your neck, softening the skin before plunging his fangs in. the bite itself was not just for him to sip from you, but a way to mark you, lest any other vampire decides to try to make you theirs.
you barely felt anything besides a small prick, still riding out the orgasm, still feeling his length within you, as he drank his fill of your addicting blood. he released your neck upon finishing, you too far gone in your lust-filled haze to even notice. he gripped your hips, slowly sliding out of you, some of his cum following with, sliding down your thighs and onto the bed along with your own. he undid the binds on your wrists and ankles, allowing you to fully collapse onto the bed into the liquids beneath, the mess would have to be cleaned later for neither you nor he wanted to get up. he laid next to you, on his back, and you curled up next to him on your side, resting your head on his bare chest. he softly rubbed the small of your back, leaning down to kiss the top of your head on occasion, both of you quietly enjoying each other’s company. you were tired from the fun had, and you felt sleep beckoning you, your final moments awake allowing you to hear him say:
“you are so dear to me, i wish to be by your side for eternities to come. i love you, sleep well, as dawn beckons me to do the same.”
Gender Neutral Reader, Child!Reader x Diluc(PLATONIC), Reader has a pyro vision, slipped some of my own headcanon in here :)
CW(?)// Abandonment or Neglect (Not sure which it’d be tbh), angst at the end :)))))
So once you return to the manor, you are super confused on what Albedo meant.
You keep it secret as he requested, but you noticed that Albedo visits much more often, claiming he “Might’ve found out why (Y/N)’s ‘vision’ is so unstable.”
Eventually he shows you the markings on your back via a sketch
It like a pyro symbol, but there is a golden diamond shape similar to one on Albedo’s neck in the center of it and there are swirls around it.
After testing thing’s out with various things that contain cryo and hydro energy, he noticed that whatever it is, or you yourself, seems to deactivate once coming in contact with cryo or hydro.
Though he’s starting to think that it’s just you that seems to be shutting down once coming in contact with it because you seem so tired after.
Diluc is picking up on the fact that Albedo whisks you away much more frequently after the day he let you play with Diona.
Albedo claims it’s just because of him trying to figure out the constant fire hazard you are, but Diluc just doesn’t believe that quite as well.
So once Kaeya starts also coming along with to take you with Albedo, Diluc decided to start following you. Which led to...well.
“Kaeya, Albedo. What are you doing with (Y/N)?” Kaeya nearly jumped out of his seat once he heard Diluc creeping up from behind at Albedo’s lab in Dragonspine. Albedo sighed, slowly turning to face Diluc.
You, still being oblivious to the possible seriousness of the situation, had no idea that Diluc was slightly trying to intimidate them both. “Papa! Mr. Albedo was telling me about the pretty design on my back!” And then you slipped that out. Great.
Diluc was beyond confused, but then Albedo nodded towards Kaeya, and they both knew they had to come clean since this was Diluc’s kid.
So here we are
Diluc is trying to be as understanding as possible, but once Albedo explains the whole homunculus thing, he can feel his heart drop
(My personal headcanon is that eventually Albedo will have to be called back to whatever remains of Khaenri’ah, and since you are a homunculus, that includes you, dont ask me to explain it here i got it from a friend okay, but maybe in another post i will)
Diluc is beyond upset that he’ll have to forfeit you to something you don’t even know exists, and neither of you will have a choice.
You’d leave with Albedo at that time, and that’d very likely be the last time you’d see Diluc.
In Diluc’s mind, you are his child, by blood or not. Having to give you up seriously breaks his heart because he’s already been with you for years.
Albedo explains to him that they’d seemingly be on auto-pilot and unable to break out of it.
Diluc looks over at you, and he feels like a few tears might fall there and then.
When you look back at him, you just smile and wave.
He hates this.
He hates that he might, no, that he WILL lose you.
He hates that this is what you have to be, whether you like it or not.
A thought in the back of the Diluc’s mind says to leave you. Turn away from you and just forget you exist to make things easier when you leave him.
But he doesn’t want to do that to you, because someone your age wouldn’t understand why their father up and left them without a word. (HA he went to get milk)
He decides he needs time for it to sink in, so he asks for Albedo to care for you in that time.
It’s been about a week since you last talked to your father, and you miss him greatly. You keep asking when you can see him again, and Albedo can only answer with “Eventually”
A month later, you start losing hope to see him again, because now you haven’t seen him in Mondstadt at all.
And finally at months since you’ve seen your father, you give up. You’re young and can’t handle a wait that long. You decide to instead cling to Albedo more often since he’s been taking care if you during the time, and you sometimes slip out calling him “Dad”. He never protests it, and even smiles at you sometimes when you do it.
Though you swear sometimes the mechanical ticking of a clock behind you.
One day, Albedo just stops in the middle of an experiment, and you start to become more and more tired.
And there is a woman with short blonde hair and a tall creature behind her at the entrance to the cave Albedo’s lab is in.
HI HI peoples so I hope this chapter isnt too all over the place, im pretty sleep deprived at the time of writing this and hoping that it’ll still come out somewhat well, the next post witll take me a much longer time since thats gonna be a big one, and possibly the last Little Fire Plume post! Enjoy your days and nights :D
