My bbg’s birthday ❤️

cw: mentions of alcohol and brief body talk. something something soft diluc… just a rambling sketch of his character.

diluc cuts an imposing figure.

he blots out the sun when he rises to his full height, crimson mane fiery enough to light up the sky. but it isn’t just his stature that’s noteworthy or intimidating—it’s the attention that his presence commands, the authority laced in his deep voice, the firm set of his jaw. despite his blazing irises and hair, his personality exudes as much warmth as a cryo slime.

the townsfolk often call him a recluse. he’s usually holed up in his study, working through contracts and records and estimations, pausing (not often enough) to survey the vines. sometimes he tends to his tavern, pouring wine and mixing drinks. those days are tedious and hard on his back—small talk is exhausting.

his after-dark heroics keep him fit, arms muscular and legs sturdy. but he isn’t lean or trim like he was as an adolescent; rich wine and hearty meals keep his stomach and chest—broad and strong—from slimming down. not that the nobleman has ever cared much about his appearance. people will always find something to gossip about.

anymore, all diluc cares about is how you enjoy curling up with him at the end of a tiring day. after he slips out of his finery, you untie his hair, massaging his scalp until he gifts you a heady groan. and when you rest with him, your cheek is warm against his plush pecs, your bare arm thrown across his soft middle.

you play with the scarlet down that covers his freckled flesh, contented sighs tumbling from your lips as your lover strokes your shoulder with unfettered tenderness. there’s a gleam in his eye, a flickering candle behind a glass of claret wine. it speaks of love, of comfort, of contentment, of hope.

need a pretty housewife to cook and bake for me… want a cute darling who dresses in sweet lacy clothes for me to perv on… flip up their itty bitty short skirt and sneak a look at their frilly panties… maybe even get on my knees to lick at their soft mound and inhale the scent of their lovely sex… running my hands over their thighs as they make some homely dishes and feed me a sugar cookie :(

laven wants a wife nooooooow!!!!! (diluc and childe possessed me or did i just project on them)

thinking of drunk diluc. thinking of drunk diluc who finally caves to his brother’s goading and tosses back some shots of hard liquor. thinking of drunk diluc who isn’t technically a newbie when it comes to alcohol, but still has a surprisingly low tolerance despite his body mass. thinking of drunk diluc who isn’t fond of the way he can literally feel his filter and common sense dwindling, nor does he enjoy not being able to entirely control himself around you.

thinking of drunk diluc who’s so touchy when you get home, who needs to have his hands on you. who flops rather ungracefully onto the bed while you’re laying on your side and wraps his arms tight around your waist, tucking his head into the curve at the small of your back and pressing his cheek to the soft flesh of your ass.

who grips your shoulders, cheeks flushed and balance swaying ever so slightly, and just lets his hazy eyes roam over your features without anything more than a definitive, matter-of-fact “you’re my wife,” regardless of whether or not he’s actually proposed to you yet.

who holds you close to him on his lap, burying his face into the crook of your neck and mumbling about how pretty you are or how he loves you.

who grumbles and mumbles and doesn’t speak very clearly at all, but still exhibits affections for you so unrestrained and loving that you don’t need him to.

🕊 hello! i've been on ur blog for a while now and your pieces are so well written! they're poetic and fun to read. you're a really strong writer💝 i love how u write diluc and im down bad for him... - diluc fic anon

!! thank you thank you! i find myself writing in a very rhythmic manner often - it's just so much fun ya knoww

join the love and obsession that is diluc - everyone! EVERYONE join usssss

Also wanting to write a yandere historical au!! Like so bad!! Like imagine...

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Spoiled Prince! Scaramouche who gets whatever he desires as the next in line for the throne. He needlessly torments you, his favorite maid to pick with. He knows that you can't run away, not while you're so poor and desperate. You're at his mercy, his every beck and call until you decide that you'd rather live on the rat infested streets than in his palace any longer. But you quickly begin to notice that the streets are littered with more than rodents, when you are made aware that Scaramouche has sicked the palace guards on you. Dragged back to the mansion, where he waits for you with a scowl. How dare you think you can run away from him?

Hero of the Nation, Knight! Childe who was already popular with the ladies for his good looks long before he slayed the dragon tormenting the kingdom, but now he was bombarded with admiration. Yet he still chases you, the baroness with what you and others assume is nothing special to your family's name. You ignore his constant bombardments of gifts and love letters thinking them to be jokes at your expense. Why would he want you, when the princess, the jewel of the city, has asked for his hand three times over? He practically goes mad with rage when he finds out you're arranged to be married to someone else. You accept being betrothed to another, yet you won't take him?

Arranged Husband! Diluc who you're weary of. Your father assured you that he was the most suitable marriage candidate for your family that was running low on funds, and he always seemed disinterested, almost scared of you. You're wed to him a mere three months after meeting him and with only two letters exchanged between the two of you. Moved into an unfamiliar palace, you try to wander the halls as normal, while avoiding your also unwilling husband. Until you stumble upon a room with a door slightly ajar. Your husband stands in it, surrounded by portraits of you on the wall that you never posed for, underwear and garments that had gone missing, and your bed linens from the night before. It begs the question, who did you marry?

I'm so sorry...I've been reading A LOT of reincarnated as a villainess manwhas...

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a redraw for his bday <3

POV: Date with Chibluc

cw: alcohol and implied intoxication. slight abuse of power. based on this thought about kaeya, diluc, and servant!reader

as the sun sets, the sky a swirling blaze of pinks and oranges, kaeya departs from the ragnvindr estate.

“well, i’m full and content,” the calvary captain states with an exaggerated stretch, patting his lean stomach. he shakes your master’s hand before turning to you, chilly fingers brushing your wrist before caressing your palm.

“not just from the food,” he adds. he bends down to press a lingering kiss to your hand. his eye—an ice-capped wave of silvery blue—scans you hotly.

the smile that curls the corners of your soft lips is supposed to be a secret, but it illuminates your face. you spend the rest of the evening cleaning and tidying with a gentle hum; you aren’t even aware of how pleased you are.

but master diluc is.

before you return to the servant’s quarters for the night, you are called to diluc’s chambers. your stomach is in knots as you ascend the staircase and walk to his suite. rapping softly on his door, your mind flutters with concerns. but your train of thought is cut short when you hear the unmistakable baritone of diluc’s voice: “come in.”

when you open the door, you freeze. diluc lounges in an armchair with a glass of dandelion wine in hand, legs spread wide apart, dressed in simple breeches and a black shirt—completely unbuttoned. his fiery mane engulfs his back.

diluc breaks the tense quiet. “i called you up because i need assistance,” he explains. his words flow easily, a bit blurry around the edges—much like the claret liquid that sloshes around his glass. he inclines his head toward the wooden table beside him, a hair comb the only object on the surface. “comb my hair, please,” he murmurs.

you blink a few times. your master’s irises are muddy, hot crimson shrouded in smoke—it’s an emotion you are scared to put a name to. you bow your head and clear your throat. “of course, sir.”

the air is stifling as you sweep back his tresses. you start at his hairline, fingertips burning his skin, nails scratching at his scalp. a heady sigh leaves diluc’s chest and fills the silence, stoking the flames that lick at your belly. your hand trembles as you begin to detangle his locks with the comb, exceedingly gentle in your strokes.

you can’t see the triumphant smile that rests on your master’s lips.

★⋆｡ °⋆𖦹✮₊ ⊹ something little for your new year…!

赤色の愛 / アカイロノアイ ft. DILUC RAGNV.

red. it’s the colour of his eyes, the stain of the sheets after you give him the one flower only the human body can cultivate, the shade of your lips after he’s devoured them to plumpness.

it’s what diluc sees when another man dares to touch you, his flaming claymore searing the fool’s arm and the colour overflows in puddles over the floor - just like your pleasure when diluc moves his hips against yours, ecstasy endlessly flowing through your veins as if electrified. diluc’s anger can only be appeased as he lays his claim on you, kisses bruising your skin into blossoming hues of red and releasing his spend into your most intimate regions.

the white mix of your essences is the colour that pleases him the most and diluc decorates your form with it, his seed on every place he can reach. diluc only ever loses his rationality for you yet you love it (perhaps you favour his red hair and eyes too. so you understand his irrational obsession with the colour.)

a/n: trying to write little by little. something is better than nothing right? do you have some new year’s resolutions mi amor? do let me know in my inbox. i’d love to hear from you.

> angelprinz 01.01.2024 <

happy third anniversary to my first five star 🥰💐

why is this girl posting this on the public message board for his local rival business

diluc leaves you little notes taped to the mirror in your shared bedroom when he leaves early for work, telling you he’ll be back early to take you out to dinner with a teeny tiny heart drawn next to his name.