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#Diona hates Diluc
cat00pants · 10 months
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First post! I had to make it dadluc of course.
She missed being read bedtime stories so she doesn’t wanna fall asleep just yet.
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bl-inkstone · 1 year
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changed my tune so fast just bc of youtube autoplay lmao ok here have some sagau diluc thoughts
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the player, diluc thinks, is an incredibly endearing being.
he's come a long way from the curt and wary attitude he used to put on around the traveler (and by extension, you), and today is one of those days where he finds himself privately thanking whatever powers there may be that allowed your paths to cross, with him staring at the reflection of you hidden deep within the traveler's eyes in the wake of his fight with the abyss that fateful night in mondstadt.
as one of the first people to have their constellations manifest in the sky of teyvat, diluc is more than aware that the fact that you still choose to ask for his company in your (or, well, the traveler's) journey is a gift he must treasure deeply. he knows that it is your presence in this world that gives vision bearers a chance to become something greater than they presently are. he also knows that he is no longer as impressive of a companion in battle as he used to be from back when the sky wasn't as bright as it is now (when the world you knew was smaller and he was still a figure that you could look to and proudly call "your main").
but you always come back to him. when he least expects it, you invite him back to your party and diluc can't help but privately think, privately wish, that it's because you're as fond of him as he is of you.
standing in silent prayer while you bestow upon him artifacts that thrum with divine power is an experience he can never tire of. the claymores you give him, the food he eats, all the materials he needs to reach a breakthrough in his capabilities... he understands that you aren't teyvat's creator, but this world and everything in it seems to exist just for you. you, the provider, the sustainer, the beloved of all. sometimes, diluc feels that everything he has and ever worked for have all been for the sake of one day meeting you.
he's not a religious man by principle, and he loathes people of absolute power. the only exception to this, however, is you. he's not foolish enough to believe you're some omnipotent, omniscient being that lords above all. no, you're not like that. he knows this because the longer he journeys with the traveler and feels their bond strengthen, the faint whispers he used to strain himself to hear grow clearer and clearer until finally, one day, he hears you.
you're both nothing and everything he thought you'd be. you view the world of teyvat with so much awe and joy that it's infectious, and he finds himself smiling more often than not to the privilege of finally hearing you. the traveler always looks at him with an understanding smile when diluc slows down in their travels to listen to you. he lives for the moments when you talk to yourself or to someone else (a companion of your own, maybe? from your place beyond the stars?) because this is how he learns. your favorite food, your favorite nations, your favorite "characters" and more. he holds every morsel of information you unknowingly give close to his chest where all his affections and wishes hide. he likes to think that this way, he can be closer and better for you.
but he knows he's not the only one who hears you, and it is the traveler that is closest to you out of all them. even so, diluc harbors no ill will to the avatar you chose to see and travel the world through. you're so fond of the traveler, and how could he ever come to loathe anything graced by your love?
he knows how to play nice. it helps that most of your other chosen are people he can find himself enjoying the company of as well. diluc understands that as much as he wants to be the sole holder of your attention, the world does not function that way. he's willing to extend an olive branch so long as they can all work together to keep you present in teyvat. he can worry about his more aggressive competition later when they aren't at risk of being caught in such an unsightly state by you — all that matters to him, right now, is how to keep your gaze on him for just a little longer and keep you from leaving him again.
it's a daunting thing to be so close to your grace. you take diluc to lands he'd never thought he'd visit again, to ruins of civilizations long past, domains with unimaginable horrors and have him run, claymore and vision burning at his hip, into fight after fight at your command. it's tiring at best and painful at worst, but you always take care to heal him and his companions before leaving, and you always lead them somewhere safe to rest until teyvat brightens and you come again.
his current companions (his "supports", he inwardly preens) rest and talk amongst themselves once they feel your presence leave. it used to be something they, your chosen, would panic over, but now that they've gotten more used to you and all the signs that pointed that yes, this is your will, they've grown to be able to tolerate the harrowing chill that comes when your warmth leaves them. diluc leans back on his chair in front of good hunter to observe them. they're all people he's come to grow fond of in time: diona was prickly, yes, but ha become pleasant to be around once they grew past their misunderstandings. the young master of the feiyun commerce guild, xingqiu, was also a reliable companion both in and outside of battle, and for all his faults, venti has proven himself to be a devout believer, unwilling to be a burden to you or the party you've guided him towards.
under normal circumstances, he never would've met and forged such strong bonds with these people. if not for your own interference, he never would've bothered getting to know any of them at all. though he may have his own gripes and complaints at times of how their dynamic works when you're not around, diluc is still fond of them. he's grateful for the opportunity to grow close to people again, and traveling the world alongside them and the traveler has become one of the few things he's begun to look forward to outside of his duties as "diluc, master of dawn winery." when the day is done and he can sit and relax with them in the tables in front of good hunter, he can rest in the company of others who understand the near-maddening pull in his chest that draws him to try and get closer, closer, to you.
it's days like these where diluc quietly thanks whatever it is brought you to them, and prays that one day, he will no longer have to search through the traveler's eyes to see you.
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dykeluc · 2 months
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I hate when people make characters in their early 20s parents. their barely adults themselves.
diluc isn't some adoptive dad he is 22!!! As someone who is adopted and mom was well literally 22 when she had me, it pisses me off so much.
parentifying?? idk it's like GOD. you can be an older sibling figure too. Also anyone who ages or does the "22 yr is this 13 yrs dad" is always an adoption romanticizier. y'all are weird.
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wholesomey-artist · 1 year
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Not saying I kin them but....
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teyvatcompendium · 2 years
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Mondstadt character cameos in Version 3.1 "King Deshret and the Three Magi" Trailer  
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shunachii · 1 year
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……….. um I took reqs from Twitter
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asoulsreverie · 1 year
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Did a 10 pull on the standard banner for fun. Got Mona and Diona. I didn't want a 5-star. And now my chances of getting childe or yae are 📉
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nick-doodles · 2 years
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i'm genshin posting now. have a terrible doodle comic thing i made for a modern AU i've been brainrotting over bc i'm being threatened into posting this <3
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gyulvrfr · 2 years
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No it’s NOT Jean as yor,diluc as Loid and Klee as Anya its JEAN AS LOID,LISA AS YOR AND DIONA AS ANYA
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toasteaa · 2 years
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Well
I guess this was my "only pull ice characters" arc smh
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enemui · 6 months
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⁉️What your favorite Genshin Impact character says about you🫵
🐰Amber: Your favorite Pokémon is Eevee and your favorite Sanrio character is My Melody.
🌹Lisa: You're not scared of smart women but you are scared of interesting women.
🛡️Noelle: You don't know shit and plan on keeping it that way.
🫧Barbara: You either sell or buy gamer girl bathwater.
🦇Fischl: You're quarter-delusional. Like, you are delusional, but sometimes you're aware that you are delusional.
☘️Bennett: You have a soft spot for miserable little creatures and you desperately need a bigger character trait than that.
🍖Razor: You love dogs, even if they're old, ugly little goblins.
🐱Diona: You love cats and hate alcohol. Those are two rare instances of you feeling strongly about anything.
🔮Mona: You were assigned financial irresponsibility at birth, and haven't managed to do anything to change your fate.
🗡️Rosaria: You think having a healthy biorhythm is overrated. You also look like a human cigarette.
🖌️Mika: You let your feelings of pity towards others control you.
🍀Klee: You're the fun parent. You probably own a spoiled pet.
🦴Sucrose: You actually love to talk, people just hate to listen.
🧪Albedo: You're gay and neurodivergent.
❄️Eula: You're weak to corporate tricks. You should really work on that.
🦚Kaeya: You're not known to have functional relationships and healthy coping mechanisms.
🦉Diluc: You think you could get an edgy boy to open up to you. You couldn't because the moment someone is even a little cold to you, you will cry.
🦁Jean: You always order the same thing from the menu. Not because it's your favorite, but because you're scared of trying anything new.
🍏Venti: If being horny and annoying was a sport, you'd be an Olympic athlete.
🐇Yaoyao: You can be sold anything with a cute mascot plastered on it.
🌶️Xiangling: You wonder how a lot of different things taste like and you need to be stopped.
🧊Chongyun: There's a great disparity between how you want to be perceived versus how you are actually perceived.
💦Xingqiu: You are knowingly annoying and don't plan to stop anytime soon.
🎸Xinyan: You're misunderstood, but you definitely don't make an effort to be anything else.
⚰️Hu Tao: Your self-proclaimed pranks have resulted in actual damages to people's mental and physical well-being.
🎼Yun Jin: You've projected onto your partner before to the point you lost the ability to identify their actual character.
🥥Qiqi: You aren't swayed by public opinions.
🐍Baizhu: Close the wikipedia tab with a list of terminal diseases, you're fine, just severely dramatic.
🏔️Shenhe: You've been in abusive relationships. Not sure if as the victim or perpetrator, but you were in them.
🎲Yelan: You'd be perfectly content as a housewife. Just do chores and read smut.
⚓️Beidou: You don't mind putting in the work to change things to be more to your liking.
💎Ningguang: You have no qualms sucking up to people for a bit of societal advantage.
🍤Keqing: You've entered relationships before, thinking you could change them. No, that absolutely did not go well for you.
⚖️Yanfei: It's not just your exes who suck, you have an entire toxic friend group.
🔔Ganyu: You have an elaborate power fantasy about quitting your job.
🫖Madame Ping: You're a classy lesbian.
⚙️Guizhong: You present your opinions as facts.
☁️Cloud Retainer: You've been in a situation when you've found your girlfriend's mom more attractive than your girlfriend.
🪽Xiao: You're non-binary and depressed.
🐉Zhongli: You need a man to kiss the back of your hand. Also you have a strained relationship with your father.
🍁Kaedehara Kazuha: You don't care about looks, only vibes. You're also addicted to adderall.
🍃Sayu: You are serious about the silly and silly about the serious. Sometimes it's funny, other times you deserve to be dropkicked into the sun.
🎁Kirara: You have a crippling addiction to adorable girls.
🦌Shikanoin Heizou: You are guilty of the "thinking with your dick/pussy". Don't try to deny it, you didn't even care until his birthday became a national holiday.
⚡️Kuki Shinobu: You have better things to do than a well-paying job, such as arson.
👹Arataki Itto: You are a size queen. You also think you're way more interesting than you actually are.
🎇Yoimiya: You've had a crush on the same person for the longest time and every time you think you're over them, they make a request of you and you jump on it like a dog.
👺Kujou Sara: You could probably use hormonal therapy.
🍡Thoma: You think appearances don't matter as long as he's nice. You're also a terrible judge of character, so all your exes are just overall shitty people.
🪭Kamisato Ayaka: You cannot survive without your established social circle. Were it not for the luxuries of civilization, you'd be dead in a ditch.
🧋Kamisato Ayato: You have no self-respect, if a slightly above average man tells you to do something, you'll do it.
🐕Gorou: You don't need a man, you need a dog.
🪸Sangonomiya Kokomi: You don't know how to dress well, but you really want a girlfriend who does.
🦊Yae Miko: You think as long as a woman is hot, she can do whatever the fuck she pleases.
🌸Raiden Ei: You've been in a relationship with an unmedicated mentally ill person and walked out of that experience having learned nothing.
🧞‍♀️Dori: The world would be better off without you.
🌻Tighnari: You have an attitude and you refuse to reign it in no matter how inappropriate for the situation it is.
🪴Collei: You either have no idea what you're doing or you should be in jail.
🪷Nilou: You live quite blissfully, but dealing with you isn't easy. This is called ignorance.
✨Layla: Your best exam results come from days when you showed up to class hungover and on 45 minutes of sleep.
📐Faruzan: Your family broke the generational curse, which somehow had a negative impact on your character.
🪻Candace: You are the mom friend, but only because you have to be. Like, you're a mess, but you're a lot less of a mess than your friends.
🌺Dehya: You can draw yourself symmetrical eyeliner.
🃏Cyno: You probably have a good moral compass, but you still aren't easy to get along with.
🦅Alhaitham: You're, like, severely delusional. You either think he's like you or that you could be on good terms with him. Both of those are clear signs of delusional behavior.
🕊️Kaveh: I hate to break it you, but buying stuffed animals can't substitute for going to therapy.
☂️Wanderer: Most of the time, you're really cute, but you can be absolutely terrifying if you so choose. You're also trans.
💉Dottore: You're fairly submissive but if someone makes you mad, you'll make sure they regret it.
🌱Nahida: You're addicted to winning arguments. You don't even need to be right, you just need to feel like you've won, even if you resort to the method of wearing a person down until they no longer want to continue debating with you.
🌂Navia: You have leadership skills specifically in the "do as I say, not as I do" department.
🐧Freminet: You're non-binary and have anxiety.
🎩Lynette: You're very patient but you'd rather not be.
🪄Lyney: You have a dark secret and the dark secret is that you're actually a Danganronpa girlie.
🍷Arlecchino: You're not a good person but you genuinely don't think it's that bad.
⚔️Clorinde: You have fallen prey to misinformation on numerous occasions before.
🩹Sigewinne: You'd sacrifice your liver to keep a person happy.
🐺Wriothesley: You can be appeased by an act of hot girl shit.
🌊Neuvillette: You need a man to kiss the back of your hand. Also you have a strained relationship with your mother.
💧Furina: You're delusional. Could be affectionate, could be derogatory, it varies from person to person.
🦟Paimon: You don't know shit but you have an opinion on everything.
🐋Tartaglia: Your exes all belong in jail. So does your current and next partner. You never fucking learn, do you?
💰Pantalone: You don't need a healthy relationship, you need a sugar daddy.
🖤Capitano: You are, amongst other things, a monsterfucker. You want to be destroyed, but, like, lovingly.
🎀Columbina: You are a mix of a pomeranian and a Biblically accurate angel.
🎭Pierro: You are fatherless on an Olympic level. You don't need a father, you need a daddy.
💫Lumine: You're a hot girl. You're either stupid or evil, but you're a hot girl. If you're not a girl, you are a red flag.
☄️Aether: You have a crippling crop top addiction and you have no idea what to do with your hair.
🌌Dainsleif: You date people before getting to know them, but don't understand why you don't get along with your partners.
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garoujo · 2 years
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「 UNPROFESSIONAL — DILUC RAGNVINDR 」
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he’s your boss, he really shouldn’t be having these feelings about you—but he is, and he doesn’t want to stop.
warnings : f. reader, you work at angels share, diluc masturbates over you in the back room, slight grinding.
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note : this got so much longer than intended but i might actually do a part two with the actual goods.
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diluc wasn’t an unprofessional man, he was respected and well known in mondstat—people looked up to him and appreciated how he protected the city. he was polite when he needed to be and a little blunt, powerful and strong. and he was your boss.
he remembers when he first met you, interviewed you for a job at angels share— bright eyed and polite as you reached out to shake his hand with a gentle “nice to meet you, sir. i look forward to working below you.” when he told you you were hired rolling off your tongue in a dreamy, breathier tone. he couldn’t help the way he felt his cheeks heat, trying to hide it with a more passive look on his face when he shuddered at the feeling of your hand in his, only nodding in reply and earning himself an awkward glance away when he pulled his hand back almost immediately, leaving you to assume you’d offended him in some way when he gruffly left after, telling you to be there tomorrow for your shift—when all he truly wants is to feel you again.
you tried, truly, and diluc knew this— you’d tried to get to know him, actually took your time to learn more about the man who worked above you. he’d overheard you talking to diona at the end of your shift one night, slipping in a comment about how you don’t think he likes you much when you realise that it’s just going to be you both closing the bar this weekend, as you suck your pouty lips between your teeth nervously and he can’t deny the sudden drop in his chest before he returns to his quarters in the back as diona giggles at you, because it’s not that. not at all.
you just made him feel strange, diluc thinks as he stands in the cellar now— staring absentmindedly at the wine lining the shelves maybe an hour before the bar is due to close, the last of the drunk townsfolk finishing their drinks and wandering home in their drunken haze.
he didn’t dislike you, not at all, you were a good worker, great even and the patrons at the bar loved you—maybe he did avoid you a little or always seem to leave the bar whenever your shift started, but it’s because he couldn’t help the way his gaze lingered on you whenever you were around him. it was easier that way to hide how his eyes would trail along your figure under your apron, trying to cover it up with blunt words and folded arms, shaking his head whenever you caught him. he hated the way his heart would race whenever you sat next to him on the bar stools, and you always did. bouncing down next to him with a breathless sigh and it took everything in him not to reach out to pull you closer when your thigh knocked against his own, because bosses shouldn’t do that with their employees, should they?
maybe he should apologise to you , diluc thought as he ran an exasperated hand through his unruly red locks— cursing under his breath before pulling himself together and adjusting his coat with a sigh as he turned. i mean what would he even say? sorry if he’s been impolite but he thinks you’re really pretty.. “how ridiculous.” he groans at the realisation, turning to leave the cellar to return back to where he knows you’ll be.
but he stops silently in the door way when he actually finds you, leaning over the bar and facing away from him as you clean up a few of the final glasses—bidding farewell to the last of the customers as you get ready to close up for the night.
you haven’t noticed him yet and maybe that’s a good thing diluc realises when he finds his eyes trailing along your figure once more as he swallows heavily. the dim lighting of the bar still illuminating the curve of your hips and ass in your outfit, short skirt falling along the skin delicately— almost teasing him, stopping just short of your thighs and he’s pretty sure if he bent down a little he’d be able to see—
“master diluc?” you breathe, turning to him slowly and diluc is hoping you don’t notice the sharp inhale he takes in surprise before his face falls back to his usual expression and he clears his throat, breaking the silence as he tries to calm down his heart rate.
“was that the last of them?” he asks, his voice coming out lower than he thought it would as he crosses the bar he’s standing across from you— trying to ignore the way your gaze on him is making his face burn hot. but just when he’s sure he’s blushing you turn away, nodding with one of your sweeter smiles before you place the glance on the shelf as he approaches you.
you smell nice, kind of sweet, diluc realises when he steps closer— expecting you to move aside but when you only turn your attention back to the next glass, he’s no other choice but to close the distance between you both, furrowing his brows as he reaches over you for a cloth to help you clean, steadying himself with his other hand on the bar beside you but careful enough to keep some distance between your back and his chest.
but you’re so close, from this angle diluc can make out the curves of your figure even clearer now, his eyes narrowed and half lidded as he steals glances at your skin beneath him, suddenly forgetting what he was reaching for in the first place, too busy trying not to focus on the way his skin feels warm at the close proximity, suddenly aware of how close his other hand is to your skin, his breathing becoming increasingly shallow when you sigh beneath him and he can’t help but inch closer.
are you okay, master diluc?” you hum, turning to look at him again before he can realise how close he is. the swell of your ass brushing against diluc’s crotch as he grunts slightly and he can’t help the sudden, involuntary buck of his hips to feel you closer as he bites back a groan so intensely it almost sounds like a snarl, earning a gasp from you when his hand that was previously wrapped around the bar suddenly grabs your hips to keep you both steady.
diluc feels you tense when his fingers tighten into the flesh of your hips before you relax, and he’s unsure if it’s the dizzy spin of his mind that’s convinced him you’re pushing yourself closer to him, or if you feel exactly what he does too as the sudden atmosphere in the room becomes heavier.
he doesn’t think about it too much, he doesn’t let himself— he must look so unprofessional, but another breathy— almost whimpered sigh of his name falling from your lips earns you another needy twitch from his hips and cock as he’s pulled from another lewd daydream, tearing himself away from you with a curt apology and a “please excuse me.” as he leaves suddenly, excusing himself to the back room before the door closes and his back hits the cool wood afterwards, a shakey exhale falling from his lips as he grumbles, letting his gaze fall to the now obvious bulge in his black slacks, “s-so, ridiculous.”
he shouldn’t, not here, diluc thinks— smoothing back the red hair that’s fell messily over his flushed skin, letting his head fall back against the door as his fingers smooth under the waistband of his sweats. but he can’t face you like this, the crimson haired male realises before he sighs and unbuttons his pants, pushing them down just enough to allow his heavy cock to spring free, already sensitive as precum gathers at the blunt tip and diluc wraps his gloved hand around the base— giving it a few shallow pumps before he hisses through his teeth, stifling any noise in the hopes you don’t hear him.
he steadiest himself against the door as his thighs tremble, swiping his thumb along the beads of precum before smearing them along his thick shaft with a few lazy, languid pumps. his skin felt sticky as he continued his ministrations, thumping his head back against the door behind him as his eyes gloss over and flutter closed, not being able to control the way his mind goes over his last encounter with you as his hips buck, the fat head of his cock glistening and disappearing into his fist.
“god—“ diluc grumbles, words muffled as he clenching his jaw, recalling the way you said his name, your tone dreamy and honeyed everytime “master diluc” falls from your lips, like it’s just for him and he can’t help but think about how much prettier it would sound through a moan.
he sloppily pumps his thick cock as he remembers just how the curve of his empoyees ass felt against him, panting shamelessly at the way you relaxed into his embrace— like you trusted him, but would you still trust him knowing he was doing this right now? would you still continue to work here? “hngghh—” diluc huffs, pushing that thought from his hazed mind as he twists his hand around his cock just like he likes, imagining it was your hand instead as he forms a tight circle around the sensitive pink glands and squeezes, accidentally letting a shakey, languid moan of your name slip from his lips as his fingers graze over the sensitive head of his cock.
the squelching noises only grow louder, echoing through his dimly lit room as he loses himself in more thoughts of you— how you’d look underneath him, how warm your mouth would probably feel around him as you babble out “harder, diluc—“ from your pouty lips as his hands tighten on your hips again. he wants to feel more of you, see more of you.
diluc’s technique grows messier with each involuntary buck of his hips, more hushed groans falling from him as his tongue flicks out to drag along his lips, his other gloved hand pressing over his mouth to muffle his noises. this is shameful—the way he’s behaving, but the thought of you beneath him as he sinks into your needy, glistening folds has him losing his mind as he grunts, clenching his teeth before his orgasm suddenly rips through him as he muffles another needy moan of your name.
the familiar rush of heat ignites his nerves as he trembles, digging his heels into the hard wooden floor below him to steady himself as he spills over his gloves and coat, thick ropes of cum dripping down the fabric as he tries to swallow a deep but satisfied groan before he’s trying to keep himself steady on trembling thighs, burying his face into his one clean palm when what he’s done finally settles into the room.
“master diluc? did you call me? is everything okay?” diluc jumps, slamming himself against the door as his heavy, vermillion eyes widen with panic— realising the position he’s in now, covered in cum after relieving himself over his employee in the back room of his own bar. “ uh, yes—i’m sorry. i just forgot to take stock on one of the wines, almost done.”
but he can’t deny the way his cock twitches at the sound of his name from your lips.
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favoniuscodex · 8 months
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pairing: diluc x gn!reader tw: alcohol consumption, post-break up fic, vague ending. a/n: surprise surprise :)
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"It's been a while."
The voice disturbs your drunken ruminations, snapping your attention away from the painted faces on the trading cards that scatter the bar top. Liquor buzzes through your system, but you would recognize that voice anywhere. It is deep but gentle, like an expensive cologne that passes by before you can speculate on its undertones.
You slump over the table, arm passing over soggy drink napkins and sticky surfaces without a care. Resting your head on your arm, the crown of your head brushes against the inside of your elbow before you turn your head to the familiar man who sits down beside you.
"I thought you would be out saving other worlds, but here you are, getting drunk in my competitor's bar."
For all intents and purposes, the words that the redhead next to you says should be scathing, but they're not. They're amused, and your inebriated mind can't wrap your head around what exactly that mirthful glint in his fire-stained eyes means. You stare at him lazily, as the warmth of whiskey spreads throughout your body.
"Why're you here, Diluc?" You grumble, trying your best to not pathetically slur your words.
"Well, let's see." Diluc pretends to think over his words, but you know him well. He was likely rehearsing exactly what to say on his way over. The Uncrowned King of Mondstadt has never been one to half-ass anything, especially not his... convoluted relationship with you.
"You, a former nominee for the position of Acting Grand Master, suddenly returns to Mondstadt and hightails it to the most notable bar dissociated from Dawn Winery... My patrons may think they're being quiet with their gossip, but drunkards have never been able to whisper," Diluc says, staring down at you with a softness you don't deserve.
You despise the fact that you can still read behind the stoic mask he adorns for almost every conversation. You despise that he came all the way here to save you from your own inebriation. Most of all, you despise the fact that you can still see the affection in his eyes that you don't deserve, especially not after holding his glass heart in your hands and shattering it so long ago. He looks at you with restrained desire, the emotion smoldering and festering in his eyes like campfire embers waiting to reignite if stoked properly.
"I've never seen you drunk," he adds, filling up the silence that seems to stretch between the two of you endlessly. Diluc is always one to avoid idle chatter and small conversations, but not with you. Never with you. Back when the two of you were on better terms, you had asked him why you were the exception. I'm not a fan of idle talk, but our conversations are never just mindless chatter. Not to me. He had said, and you loathe him even more as that sweet memory bubbles in your mind and sends your heartbeat skipping with longing once more.
"Thought they were mocktails," You say quietly, words a soft, discontent murmur that are barely audible over the loud caterwauling of the drunken bard in the corner that should have been kicked out long ago. Diluc looks at you with amusement in his eyes.
"You think you can make it home alright?" He asks softly. As much as you hate to admit your weakness, you know that it'll be another few hours of chugging countless glasses of water that Diona brings you until you can even think about making it back to your apartment.
"I can just..." You begin, but your words falter. You don't recognize anyone here, besides the underage feline-esque bartender that is somehow permitted to serve alcohol... and the drunk bard in the corner that's definitely not the Anemo god, but he's farther gone than you are.
"I'll live." You finally say, and Diluc lets out an amused chuckle.
"Alright, Y/N, I'll take you home," Diluc says firmly, but his voice laced with amusement at your completely helpless state.
As much as you hate the way he makes you long for him after all of these years apart, you can't bring yourself to fight him off. If it was any other man, you'd likely be terrified, drawing your weapon and drunkenly swinging at their attempt to abscond from Cat's Tail with you as their drunken trophy. Yet, the acceleration of your heart in Diluc's presence is not a frightened one. Despite the rift between the two of you, you trust him, so you let him put your arm around his shoulders and his arm around your waist.
You stumble two blocks with him in a blur, shivering closer to him as the midnight air chills your skin. Yet, he does not force you to make the arduous trek back to your apartment. Instead, he guides you along the once-familiar path to Dawn Winery, escorting you in the back entrance and guiding you up the steps to the spare bedroom above the tavern.
It's different than you remember. You notice that even in your drunken state. He's exchanged out the colorful quilts for a sterile white comforter. The pictures of you that once sat on the nightstand are gone. Everything is in pristine condition, as if the room is scarcely used anymore.
"Lay down," he urges gently, gently sliding your arm off his shoulders and letting you fall onto the bed. Diluc looks over your outfit, and you can see him think over his options in his head as what to do with your dirty outside clothing, but he shakes his head. "There are spare clothes in the dresser should you need them."
Diluc turns to leave, but looks back over his shoulder at your drunken form, eyes meeting yours.
"I know you probably aren't the most interested in doing so, but please rest here tonight. No one will bother you. I can't keep you here, but as a reminder, the door locks from the outside, but you can unlock it from the inside if you do decide to leave." Diluc says softly. His words are more guarded than they were back at the bar. You nod at him with bleary eyes, struggling to pay attention as the drunken warmth consumes your body, threatening to pull you into slumber atop the comfortable mattress.
"I'll stay," You mumble, tongue heavy. "Thank you, sweetheart."
Your eyes shut before you can realize the old nickname you call him. You don't see the wistful expression that covers his face as you do so, nor the way he gives you one last longing glance before leaving the room. Sleep holds you tight in its embrace, unwilling to let you realize how Diluc longs for you to be in his.
When you wake the next morning, there's a glass of water on the nightstand, a breakfast protein bar, and a note written in the same familiar, elegant script that you used to read countless love letters in. Fighting off the dehydrated headache that eats at you, you look at the note.
Welcome back. Try visiting Angel's Share instead. I work the bar tonight. - D
You stare up at the ceiling, letting out a heavy sigh. You hate the way Diluc makes you long for him after all these years, but... it's just one more visit. What do you have to lose? You think about the offer subtly imbued in the black ink of the note, and you make your decision.
You only hope that you don't regret it.
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crows-of-buckets · 10 months
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I think that my main genshin team has one of the funniest dynamics like. They just do Not get along it's great. The team is kaeya diona venti and Diluc and like. Idk imagining the conversations and arguments that would spring up is so fucking funny. Diona hates all three of them cause they're drunkards, diluc wants to strangle venti and Kaeya 9/10, venti has been sneezing nonstop like. A god, a khaenrian, a cat and a bartender walk into a hilichurls camp. Idk man it's amusing to me
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hiraya-rawr · 1 year
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That scene in genius invocation tcg where Diluc enters the cat's tail looking for margaret, but instead meets Kätzlein MC 🐱
// dialogue writings
"You must be Master Diluc! Miss Margaret told me you'd be coming, but I'm afraid there was a family emergency and she had to rush home."
Diluc isn't very familiar with the Kätzlein clan, they're a race that kept to themselves, with very few remaining in Springvale. Diona was probably the only one he knew personally and even she tended to avoid him.
So seeing you —with a pair of fluffy ears on your head and a tail swinging behind you, wearing the cat's tail uniform— he couldn't help but feel distracted, red eyes set on your more unique parts.
"Umm. . . Master Diluc?" You tilt your head, he notices the way your ears fold in, as if consciously shy of his gaze.
He coughs into his hand, "Ah- yes, I see. It can't be helped if Margaret is away. I could always come at another time. Although. . . I must say, I frequent the cat's tail enough but I don't think we've ever met before."
Your ears perk back up in greeting, and he reminds himself not to stare too obviously, "I'm a new employee! Please, call me (Name). I believe you're acquainted with my cousin Diona."
"Diona? Ah, the bartender," He folds his arms in thought, "Your cousin doesn't seem too fond of me."
You chuckle, gesturing to a faraway table where Diona, Sucrose, and the traveler sit playing cards. "That's only because she hates alcohol, and you have a winery. Please don't take it to heart."
"Really? To think I'd meet another bartender like myself," He mumbles under his breath, "Is that the Traveler playing TCG?"
"Oh! You know them as well?"
"We've. . . worked together a few times."
"They've helped me out with a few tasks. Even saved my life once— Please follow me to their table. You came all the way for miss Margaret, the least I could do is offer some drinks. Diona could also mix you something if you wish."
Normally, Diluc would excuse himself -he has more work to do in the Tavern anyway- and he hardly needs a drink (alcohol or not, he practically owns the beverage industry) but seeing you walk to the table -tail swishing behind you- he can't help but be pulled along.
He is quite fond of cats after all.
// wrote this sleepy
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strwberri-milk · 2 months
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how would Diluc and Kaeya feel about there S/O (dating) not liking the knights or cat’s tale because they use child labor ( Mika Klee (although doesn’t really do much they are still exposing her to Hiliturlls, and treasure hoarders so child, fighting, criminals and demons) and Diona( I think that’s how you spell the little cat girls name) etc.) if you like more details, you can Google some basic child labor laws that I don’t think Tavit has.
tbf this was a little complicated for me bc there's def a certain suspension of belief that takes place for institutions that exist w/in fantasy/fiction - ive always operated off the belief that in situations like this there are a lot of adults in play who are making sure kids aren't being hurt/taken advantage of and thats how im basing this. that, plus the whole thing in writing in general where youth is romanticised and that being the main crux as to why all characters are so young if theyre doing something interesting is a whole other thing but i hope that makes sense!
Both of them can see where you're coming from and that your criticisms of the system are valid. Diluc gets a bit more leniency from you because you know that despite Diona's views on him, Diluc's always keeping an eye out for her because he knows how drunks can get but she's also very stubborn so he's not sure how he, a random adult man that she hates, can effectively get her to leave the bar. He agrees with you that the environment is not good for her but he can't do much without her rebuking him so he just keeps her safe and makes sure nothing bad happens to her.
Kaeya is a little harder. He's aware of your issues but also tries to remind you that Klee is a "knight" but also nobody really lets her do things because they know she's a child. She just goes off on her own when nobody's looking and with all the work they have to do it's very difficult to babysit her when she's as energetic as she is. Mika is a little different because he's not meant to be in active combat - he just runs into monsters but usually is never alone specifically for that risk. Kaeya really does do his best to make sure Klee and other younger members of the knights are kept safe but it's also not his decision all the time.
If the issues with the institution of the Knights is too much for you, the two of you may end up arguing more than initially anticipated. He knows that there's flaws in the system but he also can't do much about it. He does what he can behind the scenes but if it starts sounding to him like you think he's not doing enough he might just get frustrated and tell you that he can't do any more because he simply doesn't have the resources to build up the whole system again.
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