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cryptonite-exe · 1 year

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lust for life

𓆩♡𓆪 diluc x gender neutral! reader

𓆩♡𓆪 header artist ; @/erimmyon

𓆩♡𓆪 genre ; smut (don't interact if you can't handle smut)

𓆩♡𓆪 cw ; submissive diluc, breeding kink, teasing, handjob, creampie, diluc begging bc hes babyboy

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n ; coming back from hiatus with this 🤸

there was an apparent cozy atmosphere within the tavern, perhaps it was the reason a few patrons had fallen asleep. the soothing tunes of the local bard fell flat as diluc gestured that it was closing time. diluc stays behind the bar, cleaning the used glasses as charles escorts the intoxicated and drowsy customers outside to go home to their probably fuming partners.

after a while, charles bids farewell and leaves diluc to close the tavern. the dim lights and fading candlelights are all that's left to accompany him. he wipes down the tables as he reminisces of the past hours. recalling the pleasant conversations he had with frequent patrons and the not so pleasant ones with drunkards picking a fight. his hands set down the last cup into the cupboards and he throws the towels into a basket in the corner. he sighs from relief, seeing all his work done for the day.

after throwing on his coat, he locks up angel’s share and leaves. the once lively tavern during the day turns into a lone one in the dark, waiting for the arrival of its owner at dawn. the trail to his manor is a long one, nothing but the silence of night to be heard. as exhausted as he is, his guard remains up nevertheless. he found the quiet journey all the while worth it. when he arrives at home, he leaves his boots at the front, the boots you gifted when you saw how worn out his past ones were. he sheds his coat and hangs it on the coat rack before heading up the stairs to the bedroom.

he gently turns the knob and enters. the aroma of honeysuckle immediately enters his senses. a small smile forms when he notices the scented candle on your tableside. he removes the remainder of his clothing, changing into nothing but pajama pants before joining you in bed. you must’ve noticed when the bed dipped as you stirred awake. you shifted from your position to face whatever awoken you from your sleep. you could barely see with what little light illuminated this person, but when you saw the familiar head of red hair, you let out a hum of satisfaction. “mm, how was work?” you ask with a hoarse voice, evident of your slumber. “missed you so much.” he says, pulling you closer to him. his arm remains around you, holding you close while rubbing circles on your back. he kisses the entirety of your face, from your nose to your cheeks to your forehead and lastly at your lips. you laugh at how ticklish it felt. he continues to softly kiss you, smiling into it when he feels you snake your arm to the back of his neck. when he moves down, he makes sure to pay attention to every part of you. whether it be caressing, kissing, nuzzling, he leaves nothing untouched.

“missed me that much?” you tease when you notice the desperation in his touch. he replies with a hum, too busy nipping at your skin to give a full reply. “shouldn’t you- be sleeping?” you stutter when you feel his cold hands roam under your nightgown. “we haven’t done it in so long, i need you.” he pleads, looking up at you with eyes shining in the moonlight. you look back at him with a surprised expression but it’s true, conflicting schedules and busy days resulted in this. one of his bartenders has been out sick for the past week, making diluc take more shifts than he usually would. he’d come home tired and barely conscious enough to reply to your attempts at a conversation, but you don’t hold it against him.

“if you say so mr. darknight hero” you tease once more, enjoying the immediate flushed expression on his face. “oh, stop it” he replies, embarrassed at the given title. the cheeky grin on you soon disappeared when he started removing your garments until every part of you was met by the chilly air in the room. but before he could touch another part of you, you were quick to push him down onto the bed. his eyes widened when you straddled yourself onto his lap, settling right on top of his crotch. “figured you need a reward for working so hard,” you say, looking down at him. you could hear his breath hitch when you leaned down, your lips on the soft skin of his chest, slowly leaving love marks sprawled out. as stoic and as aloof of a man diluc is, that side of him fades away to your very touch, showing the vulnerable touch starved part of him to you. you made your way up his body, returning the gesture with numerous kisses. words don’t come out of his mouth to retort as you reach his lips. soft lips on soft lips, the kiss was as sweet and passionate as always. you let out a soft gasp when you felt him grow hard underneath you. still continuing the sensual makeout, you slowly grind your hips against his, creating friction enough to have him moan into the kiss.

you could see how untouched he’s been for days on end. his hips move to try and meet your movement. when he finds the rhythm that matches yours, his moans grow louder as his voice breaks up more. “hngh- please! i need you” he moans. you could feel his precum soak through his pants, creating a wet spot on the fabric. his muscles stiffen as he feels you pull down his pajamas along with his underwear. his cock springs out, eager with the way it hits his abdomen. there's a pool of pre on his tip, along with the sound of arousal coming from him as the midnight air hits his cock. your lips form a small smile, seeing diluc in such a state. your hands wrap around the base, making sure to place a firm hold that gives him pleasure from that alone. you stroke upwards, all the way to his tip. a whorish moan makes it past his lips along with his hips bucking into your hand. his hands long left your body to cover his face. perhaps he felt embarrassment from this arrangement because, at such an angle, you can see every part of him. the way his thighs twitch, the way he sucks in a breath every time you stroke his tip.

but oh how cute.

“c’mon don’t hide from me, i wanna see your pretty moans” you coo. your hand still continues to jerk him off. your thumb running along the slit of his tip sends his head back into the pillows. he feels the heat in his stomach intensify with each stroke of your hand. “oh archons, please please please! so close!” he sobs, tears prickle his eyes as his climax approaches. his moans are a mix of pleas and cries. yet at the edge of his incoming orgasm, you release the tight grasp you had on his cock. he immediately whines at the loss of that ecstasy. you chuckle at his cute whimpers. he was still trying to catch his breath when you took his hands and guided them down, resting them on your thighs. you raise your hips, leaning your balance on your knees. you line the tip of his cock against your entrance. “wait you’re n- ah!” he exclaims. his grip on your thighs tightens as you plunge yourself down his cock. “fuck! i’ve been.. touching myself when you’re not here.” you moan, not giving a fuck about anyone hearing you. for the past week, not having diluc around really tortured you. in the evenings, it gets worse. the usual intimate hours for you both became lonely ones for you. you’d fuck yourself open like he was watching. but the way his cock stretches you out even more has you delirious, your fingers were never enough to have you like this. he could only moan at your confession. his mouth hung open with endless moans flowing out of him as you’d raise yourself up to only drop back down on his cock over and over. “mm.. you’re so big, so good!” you slur out due to the overwhelming feeling of his cock brushing against your walls. both of his hands settle on your thighs, harshly gripping the flesh there. he grits his teeth and thrusts up, meeting your pace. you couldn’t help but throw your head back in awe. your tight hole clenches around him at every thrust. you were sure your voice will be long gone by the time the sun rises, but you couldn’t give less of a fuck about that right now.

“you, feel so good, so fucking good, angel” he alluringly wails. the aching hunger for him easily outweighs the burning sore on your thighs. you mewl when he brings you down for a kiss. the kiss was sloppy and slow, desperate moans leaking in between each breath. the sensual kiss progressed into a deep embrace, savoring the taste of each other. your bouncing became careless grinding to chase your high. “i’ll take a day off, a week off- i’m never letting you go again” he proclaims, wrapping his arms around your waist. he helps the knot in your stomach slowly unravel. your elbows rest on his shoulders with your hands cradling his head. you mumble whatever your conscious mind can conjure while he whispers sweet nothings to you.

your mind turns fuzzy as he continues ruining your insides. your head hangs low as you feel like you were about to burst from all this pleasure. his fully hard cock reached places no toy of yours could ever touch. beneath your thighs lie a pool of both pre-cum and sweat getting continuously mixed from the endless thrusts from diluc. and if somehow it could get louder, yours and diluc’s moans did. when you could feel the edge of your orgasm approaching you, your breath started to stagger. you knew diluc was approaching his as well when his thrusts started staggering. “my angel, my sweet angel, please please! ‘m so close!” he whimpers. “let me cum inside please! wanna fill you up so bad, i’ll breed you so good!” he pants, tightening his hold on you and pulling your body flush against his. your mind can barely think of a single word and neither can your mouth say a word. “hhnnn! yes! oh fuckk.. fill me up ‘luc-” you stutter when you felt his cock twitch inside you. and by some possibility, he fucks you even faster.

in just a few thrusts, that familiar euphoria rushes through your body. “ah! ahh! i’m cumming- there! righttt there!” you cry out. your toes curl and your back arcs at the intense sensation. your vision blurs, and you could only lean on diluc for support. diluc doesn’t stop ramming into you like his life depends on it. your hole practically became a pretty toy for him to use at his own disposal. “you’ll let me fill you up, right? you feel so good inside, darling” he pleads, desperation replacing what little shame he has left. “haa.. yes! fucking fill me up to the brim until i’m full of your seed!” you shout as your jaw slacks from the overstimulation and from how he keeps hitting your sweet spot again and again. his cock twitches inside you upon hearing your words. he mewls when you bring him in for another kiss. amidst it however, he breaks off when the last few thrusts send him to his climax. he thrashes his head, and his eyes roll to the back of his head when he reaches that place of pure ecstasy.

as the moans and love proclamations died down, the sex in the atmosphere surely stayed. you both catch your breath but your bodies still stuck to each other in an embrace. diluc gently sets you down, slowly pulling out. how amusing, he kisses your hand oh so softly as if he wasn’t just fucking your brains out a minute ago. “i’ve missed you so bad, my love.. rest now, i’ll take care of you,” he says. he makes sure to kiss you on the lips before getting up. the last thing you saw was a messy head of red hair before you passed out.

diluc was a man of his word. every promise he pledges to you is a vow he makes sure will be fulfilled. when you awoke the next morning, there he was. no more waking up to a cold bed or shifting around the sheets finding what was missing. the chilly atmosphere the past week is now replaced by his warmth. he’s here. he had his arms around you tightly as he sleeps so peacefully. you notice the slick running down your legs the night prior is long gone, and the nightgown you wore was replaced by one of his fresh dress shirts. you brush away the strands of hair that curtain his face. “mmm...” he mumbles, barely awake as he feels you lightly kiss his lips.

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tofuxtea · 1 year

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𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐑 | 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 + 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 — diluc ragnvindr x fem!reader

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — nsfw, lingerie, somnophilia, dark/extreme content, dub/non-con (consent was previously established tho!), diluc is distant bc of work and reader tries to distract him but it doesn’t work until after you fall asleep, basically pussydrunk diluc lol, bit of aftercare at end :)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 — not proofread, ngl this shit awakened something in me LMFAOOO

diluc never had time for you anymore. at first, it wasn’t an issue — sad replies of “sorry, love, i don’t have time right now” to dinner plans or twenty minute delays to relaxing outings because of unexpected work at the winery. you understood. diluc was a busy man — a winery owner for god’s sake.

it wasn’t until the first time he stood you up because he’d forgotten about the reservations after work ran a little later than usual and the many mornings you woke up alone, and then went to sleep in the same fashion did it start to affect you. every time, he apologized until your ears nearly fell off and every time you reassured him it was alright.

he was busy. he had work. that was okay! he was doing this to provide for the both of you — and you knew he would never hurt you intentionally. all he needed was a break, even if it was just for the night. you would gladly give him that.

so you got to planning. with some help from lisa, you found a gorgeous lingerie set at a small shop she knew. a cherry red lace bra and panty set with matching thigh garters and a sheer slip to go overtop. you remembered how much diluc adored that red dress you wore to your first date and you knew he would love this.

now you had to wait for him to get home. this time around, the winery was beginning to cool down with shipments, so diluc was granted the ability to work from home at night. tonight, he came home just as the sun was setting and you expected him to head right up to bed, but you came down a half an hour later to find him shut inside his study.

you had the set on already, clutching your fluffy white robe around yourself in case he had a servant out and about downstairs. he didn’t hear you open the door, nor did he spare you a glance when you sweetly greeted him. “i’ll come to bed in a bit, okay? don’t wait up for me if you’re too tired, love.” he’d said, and that was all you got from him. he mumbled something about ‘a few more orders to situate’ before you finally shut the door and trudged back upstairs, defeat weighing down your shoulders.

even an hour later, there was no sign of him retiring to bed any time soon. so you curled up under the duvet, unable to find the strength to take the set off, and drifted into a dreamless sleep.

diluc carefully opened the door late into the night, peering inside to find you in a tiny heap on your side of the bed. the steady rise and fall of your body told him you were asleep. he sighed, suddenly aware of how long he’d been downstairs. he settled onto his side, beginning to unbutton his dress shirt to prepare for bed, and leaned over to press a kiss to your temple when he caught a glimpse of a bright red garment lazily hidden by the covers.

curiously, he nudged the duvet down to your elbows and the air was torn out of his lungs. red, elastic straps nestled into your skin, lace adorning your sleeping body so beautifully. any sane part of him would immediately cover you up and curse himself for even daring to invade your privacy, but the tired, overworked half of his mind couldn’t stop staring. it wondered what it felt like, what your skin felt like.

shit. there was a vicious battle in his head as his hand hovered over your bare arm. for now, there was a clear winner. diluc gently rubbed your arm, easing you onto your back to admire the set. it molded perfectly to your body — your breasts, your hips, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. his breath came out in staggers like he’d been presented a feast.

no. his rationale began to push through the sea of hunger that made his fingers tremble and he paused. while you had fully established that you were okay with and actually welcomed situations like this, diluc wanted you to be awake for this. he’d neglected you for so long, you deserved to feel every bit of this.

no.

screw that. diluc clumsily climbed over your body to straddle your thighs, tossing the blankets off of you and fumbling with the rest of his shirt. he didn’t know where to begin; your soft, gently parted lips, your enticing neck, your barely clothed tits, your exposed hips where your slip rode up. he tossed his bunched up shirt along with the blanket before swiftly unbuckling his belt and easing the tension in his pants.

the tips of his fingers ghosted over your hip, inching the lacy hem of your slip further up your waist. “fuck,” he hissed, slipping his hand underneath the delicate fabric to cup your breast through the thin lace bra. it wasn’t enough. diluc grasped the clip at the center of your chest, snapping it open.

you stirred in your sleep, maybe reacting to the tickle of his red hair against the dip in your stomach as he lowered his lips to one breast, letting you settle before latching onto your nipple. the way your body remained slack under his touch was foreign to him and he thought about waking you up, but a small part of him liked the idea of doing whatever he wanted with no resistance. so he kept going, kneading your other tit with his free hand, enjoying the faint whines that slipped past your unmoving lips.

diluc worked sloppy kisses down your body until he reached the thin waistband of your panties, hooking his fingers into either side and shimmying them down your plush thighs. he glanced up to your serene face, now cutely twisted into a pout in your sleep. the tip of his finger prodded at your cunt. you were already fairly wet and his thumb glided over your clit with fervor. your body reacted this time, lightly twisting and turning as broken, unaware moans filled the silence.

“that’s it, love,” diluc groaned, palming himself through his boxers. he slid his middle finger into you, enjoying the tiny flinch between your eyebrows. you were more turned on than he’d anticipated, adding another digit with no resistance.

as wrong as it felt, the flush rising in diluc’s face overpowered his morale. your thighs twitched, instinctively yet gently squeezing his fist as you clenched around his fingers. diluc stumbled on a gasp and his gaze had to meet your face to ensure you were still asleep. he was in awe when he saw your expressions morph but simultaneously showed no signs of consciousness.

he hummed, pleased with the warmth he felt slowly dripping down his fingers, and removed them. you hardly reacted, only a breathy whimper at the cold emptiness.

uncaring of the mess, he tore his boxers down his hips and hurried to hoist your leg underneath his arm.

with a slow thrust of his hips, he buried himself inside of you, groaning at how tightly you squeezed him even in your sleep. his hips stuttered at first, struggling to adjust to the feeling. when he was able to quicken his pace, the bed frame began to creak and you shifted more frequently.

each thrust drew whimpers from your throat and your eyebrows knitted together. but what really egged diluc on was when his name would slip from your lips in soft fragments. he wondered if whatever you saw behind your eyelids was consistent with what he saw with his open ones.

diluc didn’t think too hard about it, only pausing to push your thigh closer to your chest before continuing. he knew he wouldn’t last much longer and while he felt bad that you wouldn’t finish, he couldn’t imagine stopping.

“shit.” the man cursed through a sharp inhale when your body instinctively contracted. it was much more intentional this time around and you started to rouse from your sleep. diluc knew he should have shown at least an ounce of guilt, but when your confused eyes met his, he just couldn’t.

your eyes clamped shut as quickly as they’d opened when his hips slammed into you and a broken cry fell from your lips. you reached out and grasped diluc’s arms, fingers digging into his skin as your body tried to process your oncoming orgasm.

“diluc, ‘m so close,” you whined. “don’t stop, please.”

he couldn’t stop if he tried. a few more deep strokes and you came undone with a weak cry of his name. he followed soon after, not bothering to pull out. after seeing you all pretty in his color, hell, he knew you were just perfect.

“i’m sorry, love. i got carried away. are you okay?” his knuckles gently stroked the side of your face and he lost the sharp edge he had just moments earlier. red eyes scanned you for any signs of a negative reaction.

instead, your hand enveloped around his and you leaned into him with a smile. “are you kidding? if i knew you’d do that, i’d have bought this ages ago.”

me crankin my kinktober shit out in late december DONT JUDGE LMFAO -r

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www-brontide · 1 month

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his love is a fire, you're a moth. he's terrified of burning you away past repair, he always has been even before getting into this romantic relationship with you. but even when you get caught up in the flames... you didn't let go of his hand, instead squeezing it tighter as a form of reassurance. even when you know you'll get burned... it doesn't stop you from smiling so affectionately at him, so full of care and unconditional love. the flames never stopped you from loving him.

xiao, wanderer, diluc + your faves ♡

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akko-kagori · 6 months

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I just remembered this and it fits Diluc soooo well, he 100% would

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kaeyachi · 7 months

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I AM AN EMOTIONAL WRECK AND I WILL NEVER RECOVER

#kaeya #kaeya alberich #diluc #diluc ragnvindr #I AM IN PAIN #I FELT A CRACK IN MY HEART NGL #gi kaeya #gi diluc

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belaephemeral · 1 year

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It's no coincidence, it's a kitty-incidence

Pairing: Diluc x Reader (gender-neutral)

Word count: 3650

Summary: As you spend rather idle, uneventful days at the Dawn Winery with your beloved, you receive an unexpected surprise on what was supposed to be a tranquil, mundane morning with your husband. What’s more is that when Diluc appears to have disappeared, a fluffy critter seemingly fills his absence.

CW: a little bit of blood, potentially excruciating cat puns

Author’s Note: Happy April Fools! (kudos to you if you get the reference for the title <3)

part one (current), part two (coming soon)

Like gentle ocean waves, sunlight filtered through the minuscule gaps of your velvet ruby curtains, bathing the edges of your intricately carved pine bed in a wash of golden and white. Gradually, a slice of sunshine beams across your face. You grimace as it causes you to stir and roughly pulls you out of the pleasant depths of sleep. Vexed, you curse how it roiled the delightful dream of his tender embrace and the spellbinding reverie he enveloped you with. He’s arresting and never fails to astound you with his enchanting visage, his rumbling, honey candour, and his air of sophistication - both in the waking and dreaming world.

Deciding against the idea of leaving the comforts of your plush pillows and warm duvet to dispel the sunlight that creeps into your shared bedroom, you turn your face away from the intense streams of light and roll over to face your beloved. Blindly, you slide your left hand along the pristine planes of blankets, following each curve and bend to reach the familiar form of your husband. As you embark on your search, the resplendent ring encrusted with minute diamonds on your ring finger reminds you of the everlasting promises he dedicated to you just weeks ago. The knowledge that he will eternally be yours, that he will be the first person you see when you wake up and the last as you descend into the nocturnal land of Nod, and that he’ll keep you close to his heart (more so than the locket you gifted him on your anniversary), unfailingly makes your heart flutter and kindles a jubilant glow that spreads from your chest to the ends of your fingertips.

Eventually, your digits arrive on his side of the bed. However, instead of caressing broad, sinewy shoulders, sturdy muscles and light red scars that surge along the expanse of his back or the solid divet of his waist, your hands grasp onto a haphazardly strewn pile of lush fabrics.

Within your hazy vision, you recognise one article of clothing as the cotton nightshirt Diluc dons. Slowly, you rise to rest on your forearms and pat down the heap of materials once more, attempting to clear the fog of your groggy stupor to search for the whereabouts of your beloved partner. Although everything appears as blurs of white and grey with hints of scarlet, something glints within the pile and catches your eye.

You fish out a matching golden band and stare at it in bewilderment. Diluc never takes this off, you realise. Ever since the day you exchanged vows and enshrined your undying devotion to each other, he has never once been seen not adorning this. If anything, you’re starting to forget the message you’ve engraved onto the inside of his ring since it appears to be permanently fused onto his lithe fingers. With how he never takes off his ring, those affectionate words may as well be inscribed onto his supple skin.

To prove your doubts to be false and vehemently reject any suspicions the sight of it discarded here arose in your mind, you bring the precious ring closer to your inspecting gaze.

Unbeknownst to you, your right hand begins to slip into the mound of scattered textiles once again and brushes against a foreign object you’re certain that neither you nor Diluc own. Your curiosity is piqued and inquisitively, you feel a coat of soft fur that seems to rise and fall rhythmically with your breath. Nevertheless, your fatigued mind doesn’t register this important fact and you abruptly clutch the unknown entity nestled within bundles of clothes.

The silent and serene reverie that previously enveloped the room is crudely torn down by a thundering growl and the searing acute pain that bubbles through your blood vessels and blooms onto your skin. Momentarily, you’re stunned at the three clean and precise scratches that line your arm but you leap out of your feathery refuge once the pile starts to briskly move and rises.

Still doused in a mist of drowsiness, your legs buckle and you harshly plummet onto the polished hardwood floors. Rubbing both your back, which swiftly stings with a dull, throbbing ache, and your bleary eyes, you peer at the intruder that has somehow infiltrated your safe haven. You’re rather astonished, to say the least, when a tuft of vermillion surfaces amongst Diluc’s nightclothes with silky red ears tightly tucked back and two cherry eyes which menacingly lock onto yours. The intimidating feline releases a resounding hiss that rattles your head as it’s tail puffs up and stands rigidly behind them.

You try to get a better look at the fluffy predator proudly perched on top of the snow white covers by heaving your sore upper torso off the cold wooden floorboards. However, you are abruptly interrupted by the prickling sensation that singes your right arm as crimson rushes to fill the indentations the claw marks incised into your skin. Through clenched teeth, you wince, voicing a pathetic “ouch” as you are starkly reminded of your fresh injury.

It seems that regardless of the number of inflictions, cuts and wounds you’ve taken throughout your many years of intelligence gathering in the Ministry of Civil Affairs with the surreptitious Valley Orchid, these lacerations certainly did a number on you. Especially so, as the gash tingles with blazing energy and dulls into a furtive smoulder that you’re definite is akin to the aftermath of an elemental reaction.

You supposed that a temporary break from your governmental duties should have granted you peace of mind, in that you didn’t have to constantly be on your guard, and instead, you would finally be able to relish in the customary domesticity of married life. Although, another glance at the ruffled feline seated where your beloved would normally be, forehead furrowed and appearing thoroughly irked, proves that your string of tranquil, uneventful days has come to an end once again.

Exhaling a sigh through your mouth, you surrender to this bizarre situation and slightly curse to yourself at yet another state of affairs you’ll have to resolve. Observing the strange furry critter before you, it’s strange, you ponder, how those dark pools of red summon images of countless occasions his pupils would linger on your form and drag you into the dark depths of his crimson eyes. How the fur pelt the cat adorns resembles the very same shade of hair that frames his beguiling features and elegantly fans over his toned stature and flutters down the length of his spine. How it’s posture exudes a peculiar sense of refinement and dignity, similar to the gentility and finesse he carries every time he enters a room, drawing every individual’s eyes and attention to him, and solely him, and confounding each statement that booms from his being with compelling gravity. It is undeniably uncanny how they seem to share many common features, you stew as you worry your bottom lip and the inside of your cheek, trying to piece the information that you have and the display in front of you, to finally comprehend what is occurring before your very eyes.

Unexpectedly, the ferocious red ball of fluff peering down at you begins to relax: lowering it’s tail into a steady, gentle sway, dilating its pupils in such a way that you find the way it innocently sets its orbs on you downright adorable, and carefully treading across the mountains of tossed pillows and folded ridges of duvet and towards your fallen form. Sensing that it's putting down its previous skittish, cautious and hostile front, you can’t help but instinctively coo, inviting it to settle into your lap. Regardless of the sting that resonates along the length of your limb, you want to offer it some semblance of comfort in what may be an unfamiliar and frightening environment.

With an agile leap and a soft thud, the pads of its paws land gracefully at the foot of the grand bed. Its captivating carmine pupils seem to shimmer with, what seems to be understanding, as it darts towards you at an alarmingly fast rate, becoming a mere blur before a hefty weight hurtles itself onto your chest.

An astounded groan bursts from your chest as you plummet once more unto the solid, chilly mahogany ground, the woodgrain on the verge of piercing your back with the intensity the feline had flung itself to you. Lifting your head to meet the gaze of the charming trespasser plopped onto your sternum, you inspect the unfamiliar creature as it closes and opens its eyelids at a slow and leisurely pace. The feline vocalises a soothing, low purr as it lightly bunts your forehead with its own. From the close distance, you notice a downcast, regretful and sorrowful look swimming within those pure obsidian slits that stare back at you. You almost feel as though with each nuzzle and smoosh into your nose and cheeks, it seeks to rub and etch an unvoiced expression of remorse into your skin as guilt steadily emanates from its small figure and pervades your senses.

Languidly, you raise your unscathed left arm to thread your fingers through its luxurious coat and lightly scritch the top of its head. In response, it preens and melts in your affectionate hold, sweetly trilling at your actions and showcasing its content with the way it curves the end of its tail and kneads your clavicle, careful not to embed its claws into you.

You raspily whisper, lingering remnants of lethargy slightly slurring each word you direct to the cute critter sprawled against your upper torso: “What are you doing here, sweetheart? Are you lost?” Listlessly, your right hand finds itself patting the intruder’s head, “Say, you haven’t seen a rather fetching, yet brooding, handsome redhead around have you? Even if meeting you is quite a pleasant surprise, I haven’t the faintest idea where my husband may have run off to.”

Upon witnessing the shallow gouges lodged into your arm, the cat tilts its head - its tongue gingerly darting out and delicately licking your wrist, writing an apology with the secretion that thinly coats the area above your pulse point. Your mouth curves upwards at its endearing ministrations and you murmur a soft reassurance to the feline: “Don’t worry about it, love, it’s just a scratch. I’ve been through more arduous battles, although I didn’t expect to be bested by a little cutie like you.” Booping its pink nose, you chuckle at the way it twitches its snout and sniffs your index finger as you pull away.

Once you get a better look at the feline, you do a double-take at the peculiar outfit it sports. Glancing at its plush neck, you raise an eyebrow at the distinct embellished tie that rests against the length of its front body, the glimmering gemstone fixed onto the slate-grey silk, and the unmistakable tassels that flit over its fuzzy, plump and yet athletic stature.

You squint in disbelief, unable to comprehend the sight before you once you utter: “That’s quite an attire you’re wearing. It looks just like the very same one my beloved wears. The resemblance is truly uncanny.”

At your perplexed words, the feline shoots a pointed look towards you. Immediately, it clicks. The hints finally click together and it’s as though this cat’s telepathic message is, at long last, delivered to your mind and brought to your attention. Even as your realisation enables all of the puzzle pieces of this mysterious situation to fit together, nonetheless, you are felt saddled with an immense feeling of stupefaction.

Taking one last glance at the messy heap of clothes on the bed and the furry critter resting on your chest, you deeply exhale and hiss: “You’ve got to be kitten me.”

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Firmly clutching the breakfast tray in your hands, you gratefully thank Adelinde for sending the delectable assortment of dishes to your bedroom. As much as you extol and appreciate her kind and thoughtful nature, for once, you wished the Head Housemaid wasn’t so insistent in ensuring Diluc’s safety and wellbeing.

After you had announced that he was unable to dine at the lavish and splendid dining table as he habitually and routinely did after your marriage ceremony, you both commended and were irked by her unfailingly persistent concern and selflessness over her young master. With one last reassurance, you managed to swiftly usher her away from the potentially baffling scene you definitely did not want to explain. Not without someone questioning whether you were wrestling with the last remaining vestiges of your sanity. Expertly, you hid the incriminating display behind you with your body and the length of the door. You saccharinely croon a final goodbye to the brunette before immediately shutting the heavy hardwood door. Press the weight of your back against the wooden surface, you breathe out a sigh of relief and deftly turn the door’s lock, ensuring that no one stumbles into the mess you’re tangled in on this bizarre and unorthodox morning.

Surveying the delicious, mouth-watering and appetising food aesthetically arranged on silver platters, you carry a plate of creamy tuna and a vibrant orange salmon over to the feline. He appears to have found a comfortable spot atop the dark bronze-studded desk by the large balcony windows of the room, loafing on its leather-clad surface with an air of contentment. Alongside the array of seafood, you place a bowl filled with water next to its form. You begin to draw the opulent curtains open as he treks over to the miniature feast and takes its first bite, sinking its sharp fangs into the fish meat.

Once the curtains are neatly tied to their respective ornate hooks, sunlight penetrates through each expanse and crevice of the cosy space. The sudden illumination causes black threads to swim across your vision. As you wait for the residual particles in your eyeline to dissipate, you internally swoon at the way the beams of light spill onto the feline’s plush crimson coat. It seems to dance along each strand of fur and drenches the ends of each piece in a subtle milky glow. Unable to resist, a chortle tumbles from your throat and you scratch its chin as he briefly resurfaces from the ocean of fish he was buried in prior.

Silently observing your elated figure, the cat swallows the remaining food resting in its jaws before playfully biting your index finger. You let out a flabbergasted yelp at the fangs that harmlessly nibble into the skin of your flesh and dexterously dart away from the creature.

“I yield, I yield.” You repeat and chuckle sonorously to the dignified feline, who appears irritated at the sight of your untreated wounds. Catching onto its glare towards the three clean incisions on your arm, you sheepishly grin, voice twinkling abashedly, “I’ll leave you and your magnificent banquet be, oh brave, noble and furr-midable Darknight Hero,” you snicker at the exasperated gaze he sends you. “In the meanwhile, I’ll clean and wrap this up,” you state as you limply cradle your right arm. Promptly, you settle into the grand armchair by the antique escritoire placed on your side of the room. Setting aside the sprawl of beautifully handwritten letters and rich wax seals, you fetch a small vial of water, a cotton washcloth and a bundle of gauze before tending to the cuts lined with clotted bright vermillion.

Diluc watches as you methodically roll the bandage along the span of your upper arm, reprimanding himself for irrationally unleashing this newfound feral instinct onto you. A deep pit overflowing with remorse burrows into his being and without his knowledge, his ears unconsciously deflate and his tail sinks between his hind legs.

He abhors the idea that he’s caused trouble for you - he doesn’t like helplessly witnessing you fretting over him and being incapable of using any of his abilities to assist in guiding you out of this peculiar scenario. He’s vowed to protect you from any harm that you’ll come across, but how can he complete such a vital responsibility when he barely stands at 30cm tall?

You have always felt an unbreakable connection with Diluc. Sometimes you would ruminate at the concept of soulmates because whenever you’re with him or apart, your souls and minds are inextricably linked regardless of distance or time of day. It is exactly because of this fact that you inherently sense that something is wrong. An innate sensation pricks within the core of your being, urging you - telling you something is definitely amiss. The apprehension that bubbles within your stomach once you fasten the bandage securely to your appendage is confirmed as you peer at the heartbreaking display unravelling behind you.

Your heart clenches as you briskly stride to the crimson feline and envelop him firmly and steadily into your arms. Next, you collect his dangling legs, pressing his warm and faintly quivering form against your chest. Embracing him tightly and ensuring that your devotion and love is communicated through your tender touch, you press a gentle kiss to his temple.

Instinctively, shutting his eyes at your affections and savouring your delightful presence, Diluc snuggles into your nape. You nuzzle into his smooth coat in return, and serenely murmur: “There, there, love, don’t panic.” Hefting his heavy body onto the the dip of your sternum and left shoulder, you give him a few faint pats against the base of his tail. As you thread your digits through his red coat, you console him once more: “Cheer up, sweetheart. The last thing we need right now is to be downtrodden by these series of rather unfortunate events. We must stay paw-sitive.” The irritated yowl that vibrates into your skin spurs you to employ a more joyful and light-hearted lilt as you continue: “Our first plan of action must be to find someone who might know how to reverse this transformation and return you to your original form.”

Humming, you press a finger to your lips as a contemplative frown etches itself onto your face. Once you’ve found the answer you were looking for, you snap your fingers and with pupils twinkling in revelation, you announce: “That’s it! We’ll just have to pay a visit to a certain Chief Alchemist.”

It seems that human Diluc’s indignation for the Knights of Favonius translates even through his feline form. His eyes immediately narrow into thin slits, his ears perking up aggressively, and his tail puffs out, transforming into a plumage of bright and dark reds.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that, love,” you chastise, “You should watch your cat-titude; Albedo may be the only answer to this problem and you know that.” Stubbornly, he huffs, hopping out of your clutches and sassily sauntering away to perch on the sumptuous, velvet chesterfield across the room.

If he isn’t going to come with you willingly, you might just have to resort to force.

With a sigh, you roll up your finely pressed sleeves and smooth out your hair. Deftly, you collect the redhead’s signature outfit and fold them neatly into the leather Gladstone bag resting against the leg of your shared armoire. You clasp onto the golden ring hidden within the heap situated on your bed and safely tuck it deeply into your pocket. Despite having a relatively light weight to it, it remains to have some form of profound gravity as it rests against your hip. A smile spills onto your face as you recall your grandmother (incorrectly) teaching an adorably fumbling and flustered Diluc how to crochet on an idle day at the Qingce Village. You snigger at the memory of her furtively sneaking a measurement of his ring finger by teaching him how to properly “hold” the yarn. At the thought of this, you have a fond recollection of designing the precious band, placing an order through Mingxing Jewellery, and being absolutely euphoric when it arrived perfectly and just as you specified.

Glancing at the feline, who makes it a point not to look at you and instead aloofly licks the light pink digital pads of his paw and lightly grooms himself, you roll your eyes. Even if he may be insufferable at times, he’s yours. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

After packing a few more essentials and securing your blade to the scabbard hanging from your waist, you strongly tug the great balcony windows open. The soothing draft that billows past is cooling against your skin and the gusts are blowing in just the right direction of your desired destination. Perfect. The conditions are just right for you to carry out your plan.

Furling up a dense woollen blanket into your now fully gloved arms (to avoid becoming a certain feline’s scratch post again), you grab onto Diluc and bundle him into the snug fabric. He freezes in your hold, stunned by your sudden actions. Taking advantage of his dazed stupor, you gently and securely nestle him into the bag. After peering once more into the expansive room, ensuring you’ve grabbed everything of importance, you face forward towards the cerulean expanse of sky laid out before you. Steeling your nerves, you jump onto the wooden railing, reluctant to face an inevitable barrage of well-meaning pestering from Adelinde. You exhale one last time and launch yourself off the balcony, deploying your glider as you drift across planes of fragrant vineyard fields. The sensation of the breeze caressing your face and carding through your hair and clothes never fails to fill you with a childlike glee and exuberance. You jubilantly giggle and yell an ecstatic “Good morning!” to Connor and the employees milling around the estate, flashing a bright smile as they wave at your departing figure.

Needless to say, the critter restlessly rustling in your bag was undoubtedly miffed by the elaborate stunt. Although, there wasn’t much left for him to do than to resign to his fate and enter that dreaded headquarters once more. Burrowing into the soft fabric, he rests his muzzle into his forelimbs and pads of his paws for a brief cat nap. He wishes you were more careful with the way you had embarked on this wild escapade, unsettled by the thought of you being further injured as a result of your haphazard and brisk movements. A silent wish for you to be safe on your journey to the sprawling, bustling City of Mondstadt is the last thing that remains in his mind as he falls into the clutch of sleep. The rhythmic thump of heavy footfall and the melody of rushing water is the last he hears as he enters the land of dreams.

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Catching your breath, you audibly heave as you firmly press your palms against the colossal, imposing doors and push your body and your partner into the vast and impressive hallway of the Knights of Favonius headquarters. Setting your gaze onto the immaculate, impressive displays lining the walls and inhaling the distinct aura of chivalry and valiance imbued into this area, you stride towards the door, where next to it, hangs a sign embossed in gold with the title “Chief Alchemist”.

You cast one final gaze at the crimson feline, who’s head cutely pokes out in between the zipper of your half-open Gladstone bag. “The moment of truth”, you whisper into the large, still and empty hallway. “If this turns out well, it’ll definitely be a tail that will go down in hiss-tory,” you shoot a playful smirk at your cat companion as it shakes it’s head, thoroughly displeased with your statement made in jest.

Placing your hand against the metal handle, you turn it just enough to hear the muffled click of an unlocked door. However, the sight you are greeted with is not at all what you had expected and from within the study you catch a certain someone announce:

“Truly, what a cat-astrophe.“

Upon hearing the familiar dulcet cadence, Diluc ferociously bursts into the room, leaving you aghast at the display before you.

“Well, look who the cat brought in. Quite litter-ally.”

(to be continued)

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starscara · 2 years

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flash on. (ft diluc, zhongli + ayato)

001. you send them a suggestive photo whilst they’re out.

002. suggestive themes, nsfw, semi-public masturbation, phone sex

003. 18+ content ahead. minors do not interact.

— diluc is working late at the tavern when his phone pings. ‘my love: 1 attachment’ it reads. curious, he opens it.

a picture of you in a lacy two piece lights up his screen, and he’s almost too quick to turn his phone off. the angle at which you took it made you look scandalous, almost as if you were about to start fingering yourself then and there. one hand was draped in between your breasts, the pink lace barely even covering your nipples. a message pings in immediately after diluc saves the photo to his camera roll. it reads;

“i miss you.”

taking a sharp breath, diluc quickly types his response.

“play with that pretty pussy while you wait, be home soon.”

and with that, diluc’s shift ends for the night.

— initally, zhongli is pleasantly surprised to receive a text message from you. it shows that you’re thinking of him whilst he was out, albeit not in the way he expected.

at first, the photo surprises him. he definitely wasn’t prepared for the photo to be so erotic; it featured you sitting in front of the camera, fingers buried knuckle deep into your cunt. your regulation black panties were soaked and your juices leaked out onto the couch, creating a gooey puddle in between your legs.

and in the midst of his confusion, a second text comes through. “when are you getting home? i’m bored :(”

sighing, zhongli puts down the book he was holding. “wait for me, my dear,” he responds before slipping his phone back into his pocket.

— ayato saw it coming. a man can’t leave his poor darling alone for more than an hour without her finding some sort of way to get him to come home. clearly his international affairs don’t matter to you because as his soon to be wife, you should take first priority.

what he doesn’t see coming, however, is the photo itself.

now, he knew you could be naughty, but not the type of naughty where you send him a picture of you flat out riding a blush pink dildo. your pretty pussy leaks fluids that drip along the dildo and onto the floor, gathering into a small puddle. what ayato is focused on most is your ass and how round it looks devoid of any panties. it looks so soft and big and he finds himself needing to touch it immediately.

as his hand moves to pull his hardening cock out of his trousers, another message comes through; this time, a video. it’s caption, “keep working hard, baby ;)”

ayato sighs as his thumb slides over his leaky tip. oh, he will.

kinktober event masterlist.

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drdepper · 2 years

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Diluc did in fact, Not actually get a tan🏝

#gi diluc #diluc #genshin diluc #genshin impact fanart #diluc ragnvindr #genhsin impact #kaeya fanart #genshin impact kaeya #kaeya alberich #diluc and kaeya #ragbros #genshin impact oc #genshin impact isekai #midsummer #golden apple archipelago

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lunamochii · 1 year

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synopsis; Diluc’s new suit just came in and the moment you saw it, you drop everything and offered yourself to him.

a/n; sorry, getting fuck by Diluc while he wear his new skin is such a mood. ALSO I MAY START TO WRITE GENSHIN SMUTS AGAIN!

warning; smut, nsfw, filth, minors dni, not proofread, grammatical errors. diluc x f!reader

“Master Diluc is in his room. The new suit just arrive so his trying it on.”

You thank one of his maids and made your way up to his room. Today, the two of you are to spend your time on Monstadt to celebrate windblume. Knocking twice on his door you open it and saw him halfway tying up his hair, unbutton polo, sweat from his forehead trickles down, ofcourse he will be sweating! Today’s weather is hot

“You’re quite early dear”

You gulp when he let his hair loose, he walk up to you and place a quick kiss on your lips but you push him a bit so you can close the door behind you

“Sit down”

You said and pointed towards the couch inside his office, he didn’t bother asking why and he sat down. Oh archons, the way he brush bangs up made you shiver. You lick your lips and quickly knelt in between his legs that are spread open

“Oh? That’s a new. You’re quite aggressive today…”

“You make me do things, I have never done.”

Diluc chuckles and carresses your cheeks, moving his thumb on your lips and rub it on your lower lip. You smile and lick his thumb. Grabbing his hand, you decided to lick his palm and kisses it after.

“Sexy. Now, what will you do to me dearest?”

You let out a moan when he pulled your hair a bit, still looking up to him, you unzip his pants with the use of your mouth. Diluc lets out a groan on what you just did making you proud of yourself.

Freeing his cock out of pants, you inhaled the scent of it then licks it. Coating it with your saliva, you let your both arms rest on his thigh, one hand lazily stroking his cock while the other is stroking your wet cunt.

After giving it kitten licks you take his cock inside your mouth and Diluc hold on to your hair as you take him deep. You gagging made his cock throb and it made you want, crave more. Moving your head up and down, you eventually move faster and Diluc is already moaning out your name.

“Y/N! Y/N! Holy fuck baby!”

Diluc stood up and hold your head with both of his hands and fucks your mouth just likle how he fucks your tight cunt. Eyes rolling at the back of your head, you began to finger yourself matching the phase of his hips.

“I’m cumming baby! Hmmm fuuuuck!”

Diluc groan out and shove his cock deep in your mouth, spurting his thick cum as you gulp it down. Your own cum dirtying the floor of his office. When he puled out, you let some of his cum drip into the hand below your mouth, his one hand still holding your hair.

“Good girl. Now, get on the couch and make sure your ass is facing me, babygirl.”

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mitch-is-an-artist · 7 months

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bayern-core diluc for oktoberfest

#diluc ragnvindr #diluc #diluc genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanart #genshin art #oktoberfest #fanart #art #digital art #mitchs art trash #gi diluc #gi

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megahertzmaroon · 2 years

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Fatui Terror

#diluc #art #genshin impact #gi diluc #diluc genshin #genshin

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holtcsart · 9 months

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Old art but still love it 💔

Diluc talks about constellations and stars

#genshin impact #kaeya alberich #diluc ragnvindr #art #gi kaeya #gi diluc #kaeya fanart

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abbacchiosbelt · 8 months

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Yay HCs! I wanted to know if I could ask for HCs for Diluc who has been betrothed to reader since childhood. 😌 I'm not gay I swear. 😩

Diluc is prickly about it at first - and so are you, for that matter. What child wouldn’t be, in the situation? It was the done thing, sure, but you didn’t have to be happy about it. You didn’t know what to make of the young boy in front of you, flaming hair falling wild about his face. He’s being polite enough, but you can read right through him. (And that becomes a theme, throughout your relationship - it’s something Diluc cherishes about you.) Diluc is just as annoyed about the whole affair as you are. Still, if he was to be your future husband, you might as well get to know each other.

You quickly learn that Diluc is a troublemaker. He doesn’t look like he’d be, from the outside - but it only takes a couple more meetings to find out. He’s not the sort of troublemaker that is malicious, at least. It’s why instead of calling him out, you simply watch. It doesn’t take long before he assesses that you’re worthy of trusting, and thus able to be part of his schemes whenever your family visits. They’re never too serious - an attempt to get some wine for the two of you to try, hiding in the grapevines to scare Crepus & Kaeya, sneaking in the kitchen to pilfer bits of the meal cooking.

You & Diluc commiserated in your boredom at balls and galas, blushing when the two of you were awkwardly made to dance. Talks between your families, while you sat at opposite ends of the table while your futures were discussed like you weren’t even there. Seeing Diluc flush and grumble when you took Kaeya’s side. Seeing Diluc get jealous and not knowing why when Kaeya always asks you to dance.

As the two of you get older, it becomes evident that even without the betrothal, the two of you would have been drawn together. As friends, the two of you are close. It’s strange to grow up knowing that your closest friend is also going to be your future spouse. Awkward romances were part and parcel of growing up, but your future partner had already been chosen for you. Would you still develop romantic feelings? Diluc had always been cute, but now he was handsome. It was a different feeling to reckon with.

The betrothal hits a rock when Crepus dies. Diluc retreats from everyone, even you. You wouldn’t blame him for calling off the betrothal, though you desperately don’t want him to. You realize, then, that you love him - love him as more than a friend but as a partner. You can’t help him, but you can wait for him. Had it been anyone else, you would have left, but it was Diluc. Your Diluc. You knew you had to wait because you knew Diluc. You knew his heart was burning with rage and that the fire inside of him wouldn’t be quelled until he extinguished it himself.

When he returns, 3 years later, you’re waiting for him. Both of you have grown since the last time you saw each other. Diluc had grown into his height and body, lithe and muscled. His hair had grown even longer in his absence. Your greeting is a wordless hug and an implicit understanding that Diluc loves you too.

#my writing #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact.txt #gi diluc #diluc ragnvindr #diluc ragnvindr x reader #sfw #diluc x reader #arranged marriage

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akko-kagori · 8 months

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Diluc, after Crepus's death: I’ve come to a point in my life where I need a stronger word than fuck.

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lilimalia · 1 year

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ROSE HIP TEA // multiple characters

SPECIAL EVENT // POST !

MALE CHARACTERS [batch I]

SYNOPSIS... Valentine's Deals you say? Well... We do have a special tea brew just for the occasion!

CHARACTERS... diluc, zhongli, ayato, alhaitham (al-haitham), childe, xiao, kazuha,

DISCLAIMERS... fem/afab reader, valentine's special! This is the batch, and batch II will be genshin's most popular females. Xiao's part has a bathing scene, and Kazuha's has a flute playing reader.

BARISTA'S INTEL... I went after the most popular characters so I apologize if your favorite isn't on here... blame google statistics... And also, I may have chosen a song that sounded 100% like Diluc singing it, am I simp? Yes.

CAFE TUNE... Sway // Michael Buble

DILUC RAGNVINDR

The manor shines like jewels across the grassy plains of Mondstadt. Sunrise rays reflecting off it's clear windows. A beautiful morning, only right for such a sweet day.

Waking up, you shift towards your left, the bed creaks under your body, as you search lazily for your husband. Mind still groggy from the morning rising.

"Diluc?..." you call, finding that your side has been left by your husband. Startled, you rise, searching frantically for your lover.

"Diluc?... Did you leave for work again?", disappointment laces your face, your eyes furrowing as you begin to rise. It seems that even on the day of love, your own lover holds no bias.

Throughout the day, the glistening hope you had held that Diluc would come home, began to fade. The day goes by slowly, as you drag your burdens on your shoulders through the city of Monstadt, watching as lovers and friends a like smile and jump for joy as they receive flowers. But, Valentine's Day doesn't have to be lonely... Right? You don't have to depend on Diluc. You've got Klee! The sweetest girl in the world!

Except that Klee is with the Dragonspine Alchemist that Kaeya speaks fondly of...

The day seems to pass slowly, sun to moon, your mind is preoccupied... Your legs carrying you like feathers, threatening to snap at any moment. Sadness carries your body like a leash, leading you through out the day, gloomy under the lack of your lover. Perhaps it had been to much to hope he would put aside work for you... Arriving at the Manor, you open the door,

"Adeline... Could you please prepare a salt bath? It's been a rough day..."

"The maids of all left to celebrate the occasion dove... Are you alright?" Warm hands wrap around your waist, grasping at it slowly as your lifted off your feet. Oh, your wide awake now.

You look down to see Diluc, a soft smile fading onto his lips as he holds you up, large hands firmly gripping at your body as he speaks.

"Happy Valentine's, now, I believe we are due for a 5 star homecooked meal my love."

And a saccharine smile blooms across your face, face lining with wrinkles from your joy, as you grasp his face within your hands. <3

ZHONGLI A.K.A MORAX

The consultant of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor walks across the bustling city of Liyue. Left free from his tasks, his eyes gaze upon the sales of the day.

It seems that many of the shops have opened sales, tempting, and appropriate for that of Valentine's Day. Who was he to deny the offer?

"Greetings Mr. Shitou, if you don't mind, I would like to see the wares you have for today..."

"Ah! Mr. Zhongli, what a pleasure to see you here again! Yes, yes, we do have some lovely jewelry for the day of love sir!"

Shitou opens a case, glittering black it shines in the afternoon sunlight; setting out three pieces of jewelry that shine across the table. Eye-catching to any and every that passes. Studying his selection of choices, Zhongli examines the cut of each jewel, from swiss to dahlia, before his eyes lay upon a particular necklace. Refined it is, a green jade glistening in the rays of sunlight, the gold around it embracing it like a newbord.

"This necklace... The quality is indeed impeccable... I will take it!"

"Lovely choice sir! Would you also like our special packaging just for this Valentines? It'll only cost another 10 mora!"

Of course... Only the finest material for his lover. How could he refuse. Zhongli returns that night, presenting his gift, towards his lover, who only deserves the best of the best.

AYATO KAMISATO

Kamisato Ayato craves nothing more but to be within the soft comforting touch of your body. To find his solace in your own, to wrap his arms around your waist and curl you up into his own body.

But... The duties of a Commissioner do not cease.

His eyes wear tiredly, drained and dragged downwards by the extent of his work.

"Sir Kamisato, your wife has registered a room within the Komore Teahouse and has put it on your tab. She had told the staff to personally deliver this purchase to you..." his right-hand calls calls, poise and proper as a small awkward chuckle lifts from his lips.

Ayato is no fool. He knows your games, and like a fish to bait, he plays along.

"Thank you Thoma, I will... Deal with the message accordingly." The Commisioner chuckles, his eyes darting playfully towards his servant as he watches the blonde fidget from the clear daring intent of the message.

Excusing the poor victim, Ayato lifts from his seat. Body crackling as his bones unstiffen. Free from it's bonds of constriction.

Poise and elegant, the Kamisato greets Taroumarou at the front, closing the door behind him to avoid the gazes of the public.

"Why hello there Taroumarou... Would you happen to know which room [Y/n] ordered herself?"

"Woof woof! Woof!"

"Room 7? Why thank you kind sir." Ayato teases. How he understands the animal, is out of his understanding...

Walking down the hallway, he knocks on the door, before entering in, pleasantly surprised to be greeted by your smile, cheerfully lit in the yellow light of the sectioned off tea room.

"Ayato! Ayato! Come sit, I knew you would come to find me. Lay down, allow me to massage your back and relax. You've been working to hard..." you call, patting your lap with your hand, motioning -also- to the warm cup of tea that sits freshly prepared right in front of you.

Kamisato Ayato smiles sweetly. How lucky he is to have a wife so endearing. And so, on the night of White day, Kamisato Ayato breathes freedom, and he is grateful for your gift of comfort.

ALHAITHAM / AL-HAITHAM

The humid sweet air of Sumeru makes its presence known throughout the tavern. The scent of sweet muddled berries and alcohol combined entices the men and women alike. Like sticky honey, the people swarm like bees.

Sitting across, you gaze lovingly towards the man. The -newly recruited- Acting Grand Sage. Who glares back at you unwavering as the drinks are poured beside you both.

"What is it that you find so peculiar about my face that entices you to constantly glare at me?" Alhaitham speaks, his slim hands grasping over the drinks to pass over to you.

"I'm not glaring! I just think you have very... Distinguished facial features. Frankly, it's quite the worthy trait!" You argue, smiling at the gesture of the drink as you sip on it. The spicy and sweet taste of alcohol rushing over your senses.

"There is nothing interesting about my face... It is simply fresh from constant morning washes."

"Only you would brag so carelessly about clear skin dear Alhaitham..." you mutter, now glaring playfully at the Sage.

Maybe it was the trick of the light, but from your seat, you swore you saw the faintest hue of rosy pink against the tip of his cheeks.

"Tch... If that's all you have to argue about my facial features... Then perhaps I have won this debate by default." He grins, twirling the frosted glass of alcohol in his hand; defined by veins that just barely crawl towards the tips of his fingers. His other hand, placed boredly against his cheek.

Perhaps he was fishing for compliments...

"Well fine! To start, you have beautiful emerald eyes! Perhaps it is an acquired taste... But I find them quite the attractive feature. Furthermore, you also have the coolest gaze, like a fox from the lands of Inazuma... Not only that, but you have the softest looking cheeks!"

Alhaitham pauses.

"...Softest?..."

"Of course! Your cheeks are adorable! Like a little child, I just want to squish them!" You giggle, taking another sip of your beverage.

"[Y/n]... Perhaps the alcohol has gotten to your head..." he states, his voice meekly hinting concern.

"No... I think I'm alright... It's only been an hour..."

"No... I think that's enough for the night. The Akademiya does not heed its progress because of one drunken student..." He responses, pulling your now empty glass away from you as he sets out the mora for the bill. Sliding his body towards yours as he lifts your now weakened state up.

"Come on... I'll walk you home."

"When did you become such a gentlemen?! Are you sure you don't plan to just walk yourself home and leave me stranded?"

The Sage does not respond. Already supporting your body against his own as he steadies himself. Had you not been so drunk... You may have been able to witness the pink hue on the Grand Sage's soft cheeks.

What a shame...

CHILDE / TARTAGLIA / AJAX

The smell of baked apples blossoms out of your mud oven. It's aromatic scent spreading like fire across your home. The cold Sneznhayan air clouded over, protecting your home like a blanket.

The sound of the door creaking draws your attention away, like a bird call.

"Ajax! Is that you?" You call, hastily throwing your mittens to the table as you run towards your husband.

"Hey girlie, what's got you so excited? Miss your great and formidable husband already?" He chuckles, throwing his bow and sword which bounce nimbly of the wooden floors.

You glare at him playfully, nudging his shoulder as you pull him away from the door.

"The house smells good... What did you make? I also got you some fish personally lined in by yours only!" He grins, roughed up hands tugging at a course bag that drags heavy by weight.

You can't see him, back turned to him as you pull out the apple pie but...

You know, he has those sweet Azul eyes, gazing at you like a puppy. Endearment practically pooling out of them... Has he trenches into your shared home. Bag over shoulder, work clothes stained red.

But it doesn't matter. He is with you, by your side, and alive, and that is all that matters to you.

XIAO / ALATUS

The translucent colors of rainbow are etched out in front of him, their life beginning and ending; he thinks.

The night is young, the calls of the wind usher him, but he is unable to answer.

"Xiao... Are you alright? Bubble baths are supposed to be fun... Not a way for you to test your death stare..." You inquire, melodic voice lacing with concern.

His back is too you, and for this he is grateful... Xiao does not know why, but his face burns, not a sharp pain, but a fleeting burn, one that spreads like wildfire across the whole of his complexion.

"I am not "death staring" anything mortal... Dare you accuse the Adepti of such trivial things?!"

"I am no mortal Xiao... And even you know it..." You hum, your voice gaining closer to him, until it is right at his ear...

He does not reply. Scared that his own voice may waver in the heat of the moment. He feels your soft hands rubbing against his body, massaging all his aches and wounds he never knew were there.

For a while... No one says a word, not the trees, not him, and not you.

He likes it better this way, he thinks. The way your body is so close to his, as he watches the bubbles in front of him fade away slowly, popping every second.

He likes it this way, he knows. How you stay your distance, but soothe him, nonetheless. How you begin to hum your signature tranquilizing tune, slowly eases the aches of his Adeptal body out of him.

Xiao does not know love. And he does know humans.

But you aren't human... You are a divinity.

And he will forever love you for it.

KAZUHA KAEDEHARA

Kazuha lays comfortably beside you, back supported against the dark tree trunk.

He listens to the winds, that hum to your tune, as he watches you play the flute. Watching as your nimble fingers flick upwards and back down, sending forth the sound of the hollow wooden instrument.

Your eyes are closed, entranced by the music that you play. Soul and body devoted to your craft. When, unfortunately, the song comes to it's ending.

"So? Any thoughts dear Ronin?"

"None at all my dove... Your music is as enchanting as ever..." He murmurs sweetly, reaching out to pull your hand into his own, curling the tips of his fingers around yours.

"You flatter me to much Kazuha... Surely there was some sort of noticeable mistake?" You mutter, glancing at him and then your captured hand.

"None at all... None at all." He says, reaching out.

His hands clasps against your cheeks, the fresh spring Sakura petals falling around you and him. He smiles, like nothing else matters.

As if you are his world. And him, yours.

And perhaps that is true... As you nuzzle yourself into his grasp, laying your face against his rough hands, scattered with scars, but still your home.

And your forever world.

SPECIAL BREWS...

Room 7 // a reference to Japan's beliefs of the lucky number 7, which is tied to prosperity and Buddhist tales

Apple Pie // snow white reference, and a symbolic way to represent the red color commonly seen for Valentine's day and love

White Day // the more commonly celebrated holiday in Japan instead of Valentines. the day traditionally is a holiday towards the female partners of the relationship gifting their lovers a present and appreciating them (like [Y/n's] gift of comfort to Ayato)

BARISTA'S INQUIREMENT... Late Valentine's Day post because I was out on a date but!! Hope you enjoyed, have constructive criticism? Please do tell! I haven't written fluff in a long while... Also I may or may have not been biased towards Al-haitham's part...

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