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the way fandoms are desperate to make all aroace characters romance and sex favorable but then dont do anything remotely similar to any other identity is astounding. hmm i wonder why

PLEASE dont derail this about shipping characters of other identities please let this one post be about an aroace struggle

[mayberaspberrywrites]

C6 Diluc here I come

[mayberaspberrywrites]

Diluc X GN Guardian Angel Reader (Snipbit)

Diluc X guardian reader whos a little late on the whole ‘helping out’ part. Expect some good ol angst from both parties, enthusiastic reader and Diluc in denial. Reader gives off ‘dad thats been absent for your developing years and shows up in your 20s’ vibe. 

Word count: 3k (full fic around 10k)

Warnings: none in this extract but warnings will be added in the final fic

You are holy. You are divine. You are perfection incarnate. You have a duty. 

In your hands held the fate of a mortal, someone desperate and in need of your guidance and as an official of Celestia it is both an honor to guide them and an honor bestowed, to be favored and seen by the gods for their struggles and in turn given the gift that is yourself. Admittedly you filled the application for this position a little late but surely your mortal is just fine as they are, you were just… a little preoccupied is all. You smile as you think of the future journey ahead, a new start of healing and recovery for a poor soul. Your… your new mortal…

Mondstadt, you haven't been here for a while but the smell of fresh brew in the air and tugging of the wind in your hair will always welcome you. You set off to find your dear human, your existence tied to his the moment you fulfilled the proper application of acceptance. He's in the city, a short distance away. The night was crisp, winter is around the corner but with your light you shall guide this mortal through and reach the warmth he so desperately needs. You open the door to a tavern, a further welcome of cheer and joy from its patrons and there standing in such joyous potential is your dear! Crimson hair bundled high, gaze focused and frown evident, such ache surely lies within him. 

“Greetings Diluc of Mondstadt! Its a pleasure to finally meet you!” you speed walk up to the counter and lay on your finest smile, first impressions are important if you'll be spending the rest of his life together. 

He didn't seem pleased with your manner, perhaps you were too much? Either way he sighed, “Right, and what would you like this evening?”

“You~☆”

His frown further lowered and brow crinkled, lines all too familiar with this exchange. 

“Order a drink or get out, i am not accepting courting attempts” 

“Courtship? Oh no no no! Haha you're mine in a different way! I'm here to give you a surprise alright?” You stood up straight, opened your arms out wide to him, beamed a smile as welcoming as possible and with as much joy and enthusiasm as possible declared,

“Diluc of Mondstadt I am your official Guardian Angel! Tremble no longer! Fret no fear for I as one of Celestians chosen have come to bring you peace in your times of need!” 

…

He looked at you with blank tired eyes, not the ones of enlightened hope you were expecting

“Right well i think this joke has played its course. I'll ask you either leave or buy something.”

Huh? That's not what you were expecting. Shouldn't he be enamored? Shouldn't he be fulfilled with hope and respond in such a manner befitting of a life changing event? What's different here? What have you done wrong? You've done what you usually do, introduce yourself, have a good first impression, positive attitude, state your position as an official of Celestia, your previous mortals were overjoyed when you first met but this one is different, he doesn't look happy or relieved he just looks… tired. 

Perhaps it's because the situation isn't right. In the past when you met your previous mortals it was in an immediate sense of danger whilst here he's just at his job but would something like that really affect his response? He still needs you after all, why isn't he overjoyed? 

“Haha, there is no humor here other than the joyful future we are to embark on! Umm- haha, ah, you aren't in awe or anything right? This is the start to a new life for you! No more suffering or pain, you have I, your benevolent guardian, to guide and support you! Haha- um, you don't look all that greatful haha, i'm not usually this uncomposed it's just you don't seem very grateful and, yeah…” he's really throwing you off here, its like you don't even exist with the way he looks at you. 

“Diluc! We need another round of 8 ales for the second floor!”

“Coming up Charles.”

He turned away and got on preparing the drinks. How awkward. You stand unmoving, simply blinking along and watching your mortal- Diluc, right, Master Diluc of Mondstadt, get glasses and fill them. Eventually your legs felt a little odd having to stand, you sit down on an available stool and continue to watch the men prepare drinks. 

Is this really the reception you get for being a little late? Nothing serious could have happened in the time so why is everything so different now compared to how it's meant to be. 

Your mortal finished his task and returned to his position, when his gaze laid on you he had to sigh but still approached.

“Will you order something now?”

“Oh no, i need not drink.” 

“Right then what are you doing here other than to play this prank of yours?”

“Prank? Oh I'm serious about my position, Diluc of Mondstadt i am serviced to guide you.”

“I don't need any ‘guiding’ but if you are indeed of any i can help guide you out the door if we are done here.”

You can't help but laugh, he's being rather silly, of course you don't need help walking out the door but maybe he's confused or doesn't believe that someone could be blessed an angelic guardian. 

“Diluc of Mondstadt-”

“‘Master Diluc’ is just fine, thank you.”

Oh? Weird, you could have sworn you read that he introduced himself as ‘Diluc of Mondstadt’, it's his title right? 

“Right! So Master Diluc, going forward i will be joining you in you daily-”

“No you will not.” oh how blunt! You cringe a little inside, being treated like this is so odd, your previous mortals were never like this. 

“ahaha- um yes i will, its my job. Worry not! I do not have to be physically present like i currently am, i just figured our first introduction would be best if i took a mortal form, you lot find great comfort in those you can identify yourself with and i will respect that! See!” you lift your arms out and display your form as if he hadn't taken a good look of it, you were rather proud of your visage, you always received praise from your fellow guardians when it comes to your human designs. “See, I put quite a bit of effort into this one! Haha but again, I can take on a spiritual form in the times you need to be ‘alone’. Not alone alone, you'll never be alone! But rather when you need other humans to perceive you are alone. I can do my duties both in and out of form! There is more to guidance than just protection after all! I am here as your new voice to lead you down your-”

“Okay that's enough.”

Please! Dear mortal, stop interrupting me! This is important! you shut your eyes and release an unseen tear, this hurts. 

Diluc of Mondstadts’ frustration seemed to grow, his appearance did not change, his eyes still narrow and frown rested easily on his cheeks like before but you could easily sense his annoyance. How. HURTFUL! 

“I'm done with your ‘guardian of celestia’ nonsense. Please leave my tavern before I have to escort you out, and I will so do not take this statement lightly.” 

“Oh you couldn't even if you tried haha, different phases of mass and all that. I know it may seem ‘annoying’ to you for whatever reason but I am here with you for the rest of your life. It may be different from what you are used to but i can swear on my pledge that i will do all i can to accoustum into your life in a way befitting of your personal needs all whilst helping you out your sadness!”

He sighed, pressed his fingers to his brow and took a moment to recompose. Once he was done his frown wasn't so harsh but he still looked tired. 

“Right well, I cannot deny you are a Celestial being. I've had all manner of entities in my tavern but none have gone so far as to claim they are supposedly my ‘guardian’. I do not know why you claim this, if you take a look into my life you will see I am well settled and content with my present so I am not indeed of your services. I thank you for your offer but please, take it to someone who may actually need it.”

“ha… haha silly, it's not an offer system, that's not how things work, haha. I am tied to you now. I can't just leave and you do need me! Your submission wouldn't be in the files if you didn't. Celestia knows when a mortal is deserving of their attention and you are! I'd say you are especially special considering you have a vision as well. Well done! Good job! You are already on the path of healing! Now with my help you'll reach a lovely new future.”

“Well I'm rather happy with what I currently have. Enough of this talk, you will confuse my customers.”

“oh? Oh you are worried about confidentiality? Not a worry! Our discussion is filtered, they cannot hear information they are not allowed to. They are likely hearing us chat on about the weather haha.”

“What?” his frown turned into confusion, how cute. 

“oh yes! Being your guardian means dealing with personal stuff for you, it wouldn't be right if someone could just listen in to our conversation. There is also the fact that I hold knowledge that should not be heard by mortal ears and luckily the filter works to block it all! No secret spilt or your personal feelings uncovered.”

He looked concerned for a moment before huffing out and directing his attention elsewhere. 

“Of course the gods work in ‘mysterious ways’”

“oh, I'm not a god, I'm an angel.”

“I'm not talking about you.”

“ah…”

He simply ignored you after that, tavern goers came and went and when he wasn't attending to them or greeting familiar faces he busied himself checking lists, stock and otherwise keeping things in order. You found your spot on the bar bench and hadn't moved since, only watched, you tried to start up another conversation but he had shut you down rather quickly so you were once again left in silence to sit. It had been a while since you surrounded yourself with mortals and the distinction was clear, they easily made merry and got on with life none the wiser of the world yet still all too eager to enjoy their lives, it was refreshing. Their simple lives were so cute, it was moments like this that made you fall in love with your job all over again, only pity is your current mortal doesn't seem as pleased. Humans are both simple and complex and your dear mortal was complexing to the core. You felt the hurt in him and yet he did not want help, you stated you were of Celestia and he refused you, why? Perhaps you'll need to try out some different methods to get close. 

The early night turned late and Diluc finished his tasks leaving the few stragglers for Charles to close up after. He took his coat and disappeared out the back door. It took a moment for you to register he had left, so engrossed in your own thoughts and your surroundings you had actually stopped monitoring your mortal, not that you'd admit to doing that of course. Quickly you got out of your seat and ran after him, a few moments later you were at his side as he trudged on Mondstadts roads. 

“soooo~ Mondstadt huh? Pretty place.”

He said nothing

“Last time I was here was ages ago, the winds really have flattened out the hills, it's nice!”

...

“I'm still not so happy about the smell in the air, you'd think that would have cleared out by now.”

“What?” he finally looked at you and it was in total confusion. “What are you going on about?”

“oh haha! I was just thinking aloud, I actually can't say. Hmmm… how could i word this… you've killed people right?”

All you saw was his back as he sped walked forward, eyes ever on his depressed past and not on you, his future. 

“Diluc of Mondstadt halt! I did not mean to be offensive, I just wanted to link a connection you would recognise. That smell of death lingers in- it-” haha filters… you need to recompose yourself. “Haha nevermind! Topics of the past are not fun. How about we talk about you? You work at a bar? Oh no i believe i read you owned a winery, very impressive. But it being your fathers is no achievement of your own, we shall create your very own success in our journeys to come!”

“What?” his speed walking stopped, he held his stance firm, much like the form you need to take in the scene of battle, no sign of weakness displayed even in a simple action such as standing. Too bad for him you knew he was just playing, there is no way he could actually hold himself so well when he's so in need. And yet it didn't feel that way and he looked genuinely angry for some reason, you've only been encouraging.

“What right do you have to claim The Dawn Winery is not an achievement of my own?”

“Well simply you're not the one who developed it but that's okay! We have other chances, we can-”

“Not ‘we’, ‘I’ and it has always been ‘I’. I am the one that has gotten myself up to this point and have no need for a ‘we’. I do not need your confirmation nor your support which consists of empty notions and insensitive remarks. Leave before I force you to.” He took out his blade. He actually took out his blade on you, proof he'd follow through with his words. 

What have you done wrong? Why is he so confusing? The others weren't this confusing. They were just sad and depressed and you comforted them but this one is just angry, your comfort feeding the flames but he wouldn't have had an application made for him if he wasn't in despair. Just what is this mortal's problem? 

“Diluc of-”

“Do not even speak my name if you cannot say it correctly. I understand you may be an inhuman being but that does not exempt you from working by human standards when speaking with one. And typically human standards will not have one creating a false narrative of some guardian angel you are trying to play. Again, leave me be. That is your final warning.”

“But- but I am! It is not a false image, I am an official of Celestia, i am here to help.”

He lowered his blade but still his eyes remained sharp. His claymore could never harm you anyway yet the sting of his look was felt. 

“Then tell me, if you truly are sent from Celestia why is it that you come now once my life is content? Why now when your ramblings prove nothing but eer and not in the time when I truly could have needed Celestia's help?”

It hasn't been that long though…

“I cannot answer that. See-”

“If you cannot answer, it means I cannot accept. To say Celestia sent help yet failed means to lose all respect for the gods. It is easier for me to say the gods work in unknown ways, that I faced my hardships without their guidance for a reason then to be told they failed, that I could have had an easier past if not for the incompetence of others whom are meant to be superior to us mortals. It is for that reason that I hold some semblance of respect for them that I cannot accept you as an agent of theirs.”

How? But that's not- what? His words held no meaning, no meaning you could understand anyway, they were only a collection of words that could not fit together. You could not understand them, you could not comprehend them. Is this how mortals feel trying to comprehend the higher plane? But his words are not a superior entity to you, you are superior, you should understand! But his words… What could he mean? Of course he respects Celestia but how does that differ to accepting you are one of theirs? It's not like Celestia could do anything wrong to garner disrespect. Right? No, it's unquestionable. Its- its-

You feel the strange tingle, you should move on from this subject. Right! Yes, move onto a new subject and respect the mortal, feed into their understanding if it means they can progress.

“haha i see i see. Well you do not have to see me as an official of celestia then! You can see me as a helpful spirit that has decided to join you in your adventure!”

“i refuse”

DAMN HUMAN LISTEN

“ahaha ha… um how about as-”

“The only thing I see you as is a malignant being whom pesters me for their own satisfaction.”

Ouch… but you could work with this!

“I see! Yes yes, your dismay gives me joy so in order for me to not ‘pester’ you you must not fall into dismay but rather develop and progress a more healthy future, yes okay! Human! I shall follow you and ‘pester’ you from this point onwards!”

He did a physical rolling of the eyes, rolling his body along as well as he turns himself away from you and continues walking. 

“If you do so quietly I might reconsider impaling you on my blade.”

Its progress! Okay, you need to listen to him.

“right right, i shall only speak when absolutely needed oh or to say something to agitate you considering i am a malevolent being. In all honesty though, I find it hard to say disparaging things. I usually work as a supportive and helpful being but I will try to be vexatious.” You hear a faint ‘you don't even have to’ come from him, silly human, you can still hear him even at this distance.

A little bit more of a filler introduction to the fic im working on! If the dialogue feels awkward, good, its meant to be. As always angst shall follow but i find the dynamic rather fun. Let me know your thoughts and opinions of what youd like to see in the future!

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BARKS?

taste you on my lips

Pairing — Diluc Ragnvindr / Female Reader

Word count — 4,109

Content warning — drinking • making out • tequila body shots • suggestive themes

Summary — In the midst of a raging storm — lightning crackling and rain pouring down — you find yourself trapped at Angel's Share. As the drinks flow, your inhibitions begin to fade, and your not-so-secret crush on your boss becomes harder to contain.

“I’ll be going now,” Charles declares, his voice carrying a hint of weariness as he finishes tidying his bar area. With a practiced finesse, he meticulously wipes down the counter, the soft fabric of the cloth gliding over the smooth surface. The bottles of syrups and liquors stand in perfect order.

Angel’s Share basks in the warm embrace of the overhead lights. The dive bar is barely occupied on the chilly Wednesday night, with only a handful of regular patrons indulging in their favorite vices, leisurely sipping on their drinks.

“Bye! Take care,” you respond, a bright smile gracing your lips as you bid farewell to your colleague. However, beneath the façade of your cheerfulness, a gnawing anxiety creeps its way into your thoughts at the prospect of being left along with your boss.

The initial nervousness of being the newest employee  (with no previous experience in the industry, at that) has slowly dissolved. You’ve managed to overcome the discomfort of serving customers, even in their inebriated state, and you’ve learned to assert yourself in the face of rowdiness.

But one insurmountable obstacle remains — the watchful gaze of Diluc Ragnvindr.

Not only is he the owner of Angel’s Share, but he holds the title of the most seasoned bartender. His discerning eyes catch even the tiniest of errors, and he is swift to deliver admonishments to whoever is responsible — which, more often than not, happens to be you. The weight of his scrutiny lingers in the air, a constant reminder of your inexperience and the need to prove yourself in his eyes.

And the undeniable truth of your crush on Diluc, so painfully obvious to everyone, only further complicates your already precarious situation. Your colleagues, as well as certain regulars, take great pleasure in teasing you about it. Kaeya, Diluc's charismatic adoptive brother, playfully pokes fun at you whenever he gets the chance. Jean, the childhood best friend of the brothers, and her girlfriend Lisa, constantly offer unsolicited advice on how to break through Diluc's icy demeanor. And while their intentions are well-meaning, these conversations leave you feeling mortified, unable to meet Diluc's gaze without the vivid memories of those embarrassing discussions flooding your mind.

"Relax, don't get too wound up," Charles teases, words laced with amusement as he makes his way towards the staff room.

You shoot him a withering glare. “I won’t.”

Contrary to your attempts to remain composed, your body betrays you as soon Diluc steps behind the bar, his towering figure casting a shadow over you. Every nerve in your body tenses, heart pounding in your chest, as his presence engulfs you entirely.

"Is everything running fine here?" he inquires, his voice a low rumble that sends shivers down your spine.

"Su—sure, everything's going great, sir," you stammer, words faltering.

"No need to call me sir," he replies, his voice gruff. His calculating gaze sweeps across the dimly lit bar, taking note of the patrons still sipping on their drinks. "I'll go ask for the last round, and after that, you can start cleaning up and closing the bar."

Relief floods through you, grateful that tonight's workday will come to an end earlier than expected. You set about tidying the bar, washing and polishing the glasses scattered haphazardly.

But as you lose yourself in the rhythm of your tasks, Diluc interrupts your little reverie with his deep voice. "Here, let me help," he offers. Yet again, you become acutely aware of his imposing presence.

Startled, you nearly jump when his warm breath grazes your neck, igniting a trail of goosebumps across your skin. Your heart races as his body presses against your back, the firmness of his muscles evident even through the fabric of his tight shirt. The tension in the air is almost tangible as you struggle to maintain your composure in the face of this unexpected closeness.

"No—no, it's al—alright," you manage to squeak out, but Diluc pays no heed to your protest. He gently takes the wine glass from your hand, and you feel a slight jealousy surge within you as you watch him effortlessly reach the high shelves.

"Thanks," you mumble, your gaze fixated on the remaining glasses. Heat rises in your body, a mix of embarrassment and desire mingling together.

"I'll go restock the fridges," Diluc announces, moving away from you. A wave of relief washes over you, almost causing a sigh to escape your lips, but deep down, you secretly yearn for the warmth his closeness provided. "If you need any help, just come and ask."

You nod, your teeth grazing the tender flesh of your lower lip. There's absolutely no way you'll be asking for assistance. In fact, you're determined to finish the remaining tasks as quickly as possible, hoping to avoid any prolonged interaction with your boss.

You focus back on your tasks, diligently polishing the few remaining glasses. You wonder if he had noticed your nervousness, if he could sense the pull between you, or if it was all a figment of your overactive imagination.

Cleaning the rest of the bar becomes a welcome distraction from your swirling thoughts. You sanitize the beer taps and soda dispenser nozzles, making sure to leave no speck of dirt or residue behind. A sigh of relief escapes your lips when you are finally satisfied that every tool and glass gleams under the warm glow of the lights.

Your nimble fingers deftly untangle the stubborn knot of your apron, the fabric slipping free from your body. You place  it in a small basket alongside the other soiled rags and towels.

The idea of helping Diluc refill the basement fridges passes through your mind, but the nerves and unease that have plagued you since the start of your shift intensify and make the prospect feel daunting and potentially awkward.

Lost in your thoughts, you're taken by surprise when Diluc's tall figure emerges from the basement stairs, carrying three crates filled with drinks. His commanding presence accentuates the powerful contours of his physique, leaving you breathless. You move to assist him, but he grunts in response and dismissively waves you away.

"I can manage," he grumbles, his voice slightly strained. "Go get changed. The weather report says there'll be a storm tonight."

You’re grateful for his concern, as the realization that you hadn't been aware of the impending storm, and you had arrived at work dressed in nothing more than a light hoodie and a shirt, dawns upon you. The late hour means the buses have most likely stopped running. And as much as you adore the rain and the cloudy weather, the idea of getting drenched is not appealing at all.

"Oh, thank you," you reply.

By the time you emerge from the changing room, clad in your comfortable clothes and with your backpack slung over your shoulders, Diluc has already finished refilling the bar fridges. 

"Is that all for tonight, si— I mean, Diluc," you stumble over your words at the accidental slip of almost calling him "sir" again. "It’s going to be a long walk home if it does start raining."

Diluc's gaze meets yours, his eyes darkening. "You're walking home? Alone?"

"A—ah! Don't worry," you stammer, your words coming out awkwardly. "I'm used to it."

Your attempt at reassurance falls flat. "I can take you home. Mondstadt might be quiet at night, but it's still not safe for you."

You shake your head, silently protesting against the idea. The thought of being confined in a car with Diluc sends your mind into a frenzy; you’re sure your brain will short circuit with the close proximity.

"I'll go grab my keys, and then we can head out."

When Diluc returns, he's changed out of his uniform, now dressed in dark pants and a leather jacket that clings to his form. A pair of keys dangle from his hand, and he cradles a shiny, dark helmet in the other.

It takes a moment for the implications to sink in, and you immediately recoil from the idea. "No—no! Absolutely not!"

The thought of riding on a motorcycle with Diluc is too much to bear. The closeness, the need to hold him tightly, the inevitable contact between your bodies, it's all too overwhelming. The mere idea of him feeling your racing heartbeat threatens to consume you.

Diluc raises an eyebrow, his gaze piercing. "Do you not trust my skills?"

You realize the unintended implication of your outburst, and quickly backtrack. "I—I do, but I've never ridden a motorcycle, and I intend to keep it that way!"

He remains silent, his lips pressed into a thin line, as he leads the way towards the exit. Reluctantly, you follow him, steps cautious as you make your way to the staircase that leads to the front entrance of the bar.

Tonight luck is not on your side — as as soon as you swing open the large oak door, you are greeted by the most vicious storm you've witnessed in years.

The wind roars and branches to sway violently. Rain falls from the cloudy sky in fat droplets, drenching everything in its path. The streets are submerged in deep, murky water, as the sewers struggle to cope with the downpour. In the distance, a lightning strike illuminates the night, followed by a deafening thunder.

There’s no way you can navigate through his weather on foot. You bite down on your cheek, a mix of frustration and resignation flooding your senses. Turning towards Diluc, you shyly meet his gaze.

"It would be extremely unsafe to ride or walk in this weather," he comments, his voice laced with concern. "I would recommend either calling a taxi or waiting out the rain inside the bar."

"Highly doubt any taxis would be running in this weather," you respond.

He lets out a weary sigh. "Let's go inside then. We can share a drink or two while we wait for the rain to stop." He glances for a split second at the downpour. "Or at least until it slows down and it's safe to drive you back."

"I thought you didn't drink?" you question, trailing behind him as he leads you back to the underground bar.

"I don't," he answers curtly. "I'll be drinking non-alcoholic cider."

"Oh, right," you mumble.

As you make your way towards the bar counter, Diluc skillfully retrieves a bottle of cider, pouring it into a glass.

"What would you like to drink?" he asks, taking a sip of his fizzy cider. You ponder for a moment, unsure of how professional it would be to drink alcohol in front of your boss. But then again, you’re not sure you can mentally survive this encounter by being completely sober.

"Just make me a cocktail," you murmur, your voice shy and uncertain. "Whichever you prefer."

You watch attentively as Diluc prepares your cocktail. His strong hands deftly grab a bottle of whiskey from the top shelves, pouring a generous amount into a shaker. The rich aroma of the distilled spirit fills the air, mingling with the citrusy smell of lemon juice. He carefully breaks an egg, pouring only the egg white into the shaker.

Diluc vigorously shakes the mixture, his muscles flexing and straining with each movement. He adds a generous amount of ice and continues shaking. The ice clatters against the metal and fills the room with noise.

"Can you pass me a rocks glass?" Diluc's voice breaks through your mesmerized state, and you scramble to grab a glass, handing out a tall one.

"A rocks glass," he corrects you, and you can't help but feel a twinge of embarrassment at your mistake. Quickly, you put back the tall glass and retrieve a shorter one. He nods in acknowledgement, pouring the cocktail into the glass. As a finishing touch, he adds a few drops of Angostura bitters, a maraschino cherry, and a thin slice of dried orange as a garnish.

He hands you the drink, and you take a careful sip, feeling the explosion of flavors on your tongue. A moan of pleasure almost escapes your lips as the tangy embrace of the whiskey caresses your senses, the citrus juice dancing across your taste buds.

"It's freaking delicious," you announce. You take another greedy sip, savoring the taste. "What's it called?"

"Whiskey sour," Diluc answers, his lips forming a subtle smirk.

"It's not on the menu?" you inquire. Despite your extensive knowledge of the bar's menu, ranging from the tap beers and the special selections, to Dandelion wine types and the multitude of sweet and sour cocktails, you’re sure you’ve never come across this one specific drink.

"Some things are best kept as hidden gems," he muses.

As you take yet another long sip of the whiskey sour, you can’t help but wonder what other secrets lie within the depths of the man who stands behind the bar.

Diluc leads you to a booth, and you silently follow. He settles onto the plush red leather cushion, taking a sip from his own drink, his eyes never leaving you. Awkwardly, you take a seat opposite him, attempting to smile but feeling the unnaturalness of it.

The tension between you is palpable, the electricity between you both exciting and unnerving. You already feel the intoxicating effects of the alcohol coursing through your veins. Your glass is nearly empty, while Diluc's remains only halfway finished.

In a few swift gulps,  you down the last remnants of your cocktail, tilting the glass to capture every drop of foam.

Diluc raises an eyebrow. “Another one?”

You answer with a timid nod, accompanied by a shy smile. “Do you think you can teach me?”

He nods, finishing his own  drink in one swift motion, his crimson locks cascading around his face as he rises from his seat. You follow him, the alcohol already making you giddy as you stumble slightly.

The bar becomes your stage. Diluc’s instructions, whispered softly, guide you through the process. You follow them, carefully separating the egg white, and pouring the right amounts of juices and syrups.

You begin to shake the cocktail, feeling your muscles strain. In an attempt to steady yourself, you bite down on the inside of your cheek. Shaking cocktails has always been a challenging task for you — the amount of times you’ve forgotten to secure the lid and witnessed the mixture cascade over yourself and the bar counter serves as a haunting reminder.

A soft, almost inaudible sigh escapes Diluc's lips as he delicately takes hold of your arm. "Here, shake it like this," he instructs. His hands guide yours, his touch electrifying.

You finish shaking the cocktail, but his fingers linger over yours, and a warmth spreads through your body. He tenses, quickly withdrawing.

Snatching another rocks glass, its cool surface meeting your warm fingers, and with practiced grace, you pour the drink, watching as the foam gently touches the rim. You add the finishing touches, placing two cherries atop the foam — their vibrant hue contrasts against the pale yellow backdrop of the drink. You snatch a third cherry, savoring its succulent sweetness as you take a bite.

The whiskey sour stands before you like a work of art. With a mixture of pride and anticipation, you take a sip.

But as the liquid touches your tongue, a harsh burn fills your throat, the sourness causing you to grimace in distaste. You sputter, coughing. Desperate to mask the unpleasant taste, you reach for another cherry, but even its sweetness fails to save your tastebuds.

“Let me see,” Diluc says. The moment the cocktail touches his tongue, a fleeting wince betrays his thoughts. “It's… it’s something,” he manages to say.

You feel yourself wilt in embarrassment.

 "It's alright. You don't have to drink this. I'll finish it, and I'll make you a new one," he offers.

"No—no, you don't have to," you wave your hands frantically in protest.

He remains resolute, his gaze unwavering. "I insist."

"But you said you aren't drinking any alcohol tonight," you counter.

A mischievous glint flashes in Diluc’s eyes. "I can make an exception or two."

With that, he sets to work, his movement swift and practiced — in less than a minute, he combines the ingredients, and pours the mixture. The glass is adorned with three cherries — a thoughtful gesture that does not go unnoticed by you.

He hands you the drink, and with a soft-spoken "thank you," you accept the glass, unable to muster the courage to meet his piercing gaze.

One drink blends into two, then three.

The rich amber liquid courses through your veins, as the expensive bottle of whiskey lies empty.

Diluc — his eyes glazed with a mix of intoxication and what you interpret as desire — uncapts another bottle. His nose and ears are tinged with a telltale of redness.

“How about some shots?” you ask, speech slightly slurred.

"Vodka?" he suggests, as he grabs the nearest bottle from the shelf. "Or Fireball?" he continues, presenting another bottle.

Your eyes fixate on the captivating sight of the cinnamon-infused whiskey, its intricate red dragon design beckoning you closer. You point to the Fireball bottle, and Diluc, understanding your choice, nods in agreement. He expertly pours two shots, the glasses clinking together.

Without any hesitation, you raise the glass to your lips, the fiery liquid cascading down your throat, igniting a burning sensation that travels from your core to the depths of your stomach. The intense heat warms your already flushed body.

"Another!" you exclaim, slamming down the glass. A sheepish apology escapes your lips as Diluc's gaze meets yours, a light glare mingling with a hint of amusement.

"Tequila?"

Your eyes light up at the proposition. "You know, the best way to drink tequila is through a body shot," you blurt out, your words escaping before your brain can catch up. Mortification washes over you, causing you to gasp and hastily cover your face with trembling hands.

"Or—or so I've heard from friends," you stammer, your eyes hidden behind your palms. Diluc’s soft chuckle echoes in the room, and curiosity prompts you to part your fingers slightly, stealing a glance at him through the gaps.

He runs a hand through his high ponytail. A blush spreads across his cheeks, but you're uncertain whether it’s a result of your words or the alcohol that courses through your veins.

"Perhaps we can test your friend's intel," his voice low, drips with seduction.

You freeze, your eyes widening in surprise.

“Of course, if you’re not comfortable please ignore what I’ve said.” Diluc crosses his arms, gaze fixed upon you. Silence hangs around the air, your mind racing. "But let's not pretend you haven't been staring at me and drooling since the moment you stepped into the establishment."

Diluc's hand gently cups your cheek, his thumb tracing the contours of your bottom lip. Unconsciously, you part your mouth in response, face inching closer to his.

"Please tell me to stop if I've misread the situation," he murmurs.

As an answer, you rise onto your tiptoes, sealing the unspoken agreement with a passionate kiss. Fingers curling tightly around the lapels of his leather jacket, you pull him closer, craving the press of his chiseled abs against your stomach. His calloused hands snake around your back, drawing you into an embrace.

A soft bite of your lip sends sparks of pleasure coursing through your body, encouraging you to surrender further. Your mouth opens, allowing him to deepen the kiss. Your fingertips glide across his hair, causing his perfectly styled ponytail to unravel.

Panting heavily, the two of you part from each other, lips slightly swollen and glistening under the seductive glow of the low-light lamps.

"F-fuck," Diluc breathes, his voice laden with a mix of longing and urgency. In an instant, his lips crash against yours again.

With a surge of boldness, your hand finds its way beneath his shirt, causing a shiver to run across his body.

“So, about those tequila shots,” you manage to whisper between kisses, voice laced with mischievousness.

“The tequila shots… yes.” the redhead murmurs. “Stay here,” he commands, voice deep. You comply, body rooted in place as you watch him with cautious anticipation. He strides to the bar, and returns with a bottle of tequila, salt packets, and lime slices.

“You first,” you say, reaching out and gripping the lapels of his jacket. You assist him in removing the jacket, relishing in the sensation of his warmth against your fingertips. Your gaze remains fixed on him as he tugs off his shirt, relieving the firm planes of his stomach. A tantalizing happy trail of red hair draws your attention.

With a newfound boldness you command him to lay down on the leather cushion, voice dripping with anticipation. He complies, body sprawling across the surface as you prepare the tequila shot. The enticing aroma of the liquor fills the air.

Carefully, you place the shot on his stomach, the cool glass making contact with his heated skin. Your fingers trail along his abdomen, and a shiver ripples through his body. Tearing open the salt packet, you pour a small amount near his navel, teasingly close to the zipper of his pants.

Diluc’s gaze is locked with yours, burning hot desire dancing within his eyes. He places the lime slice on his mouth, beckoning you closer. Like a moth to a flame, you lean in, lips hovering close to his navel. Tongue darting out, you capture the salt and lick the area clean.

You move towards the shot resting on his stomach, lips parting as you swiftly shoot back the burning liquid in one quick motion. Without hesitation, you shift your focus to Diluc’s waiting lips. Your mouths meet in a passionate collision, and the taste of tequila lingers.

As you remove the lime slice from your mouth, your lips reconnect, meeting in a passionate kiss. Tongues intertwine, dancing together. You reposition yourself on his lap, feeling his heat and hardness beneath you. The friction between you intensifies the pleasure, and you’re aching to seek more.

Your hands roam freely, exploring the contours of his body, tracing every curve and dip. The kiss becomes more desperate.

Diluc pulls away from the scorching kiss, his hands gripping your lower back possessively. A smirk plays upon his lips, eyes burning with raw desire.

“Your turn,” he murmurs huskily, voice laced with a seductive undertone.

A wicked smile graces his lips, as he takes charge in one swift and fluid motion — you find yourself laying on your back, the smooth leather surface pressing against you.

His hands begin to roam across the planes of your stomach, his touch alternating between gentle caresses and teasing pinches. His lips descend upon your neck, leaving a bite mark that marks you as his.

A moment later, he rises from his position, eyes gleaming with a predatory glint. He prepares another tequila shot, and grabs a packet of salt, along with a lime slice. With a gentle touch, he places the lime between your parted lips. He skilfully pushes up your shirt over your breasts, exposing your heated skin. Diluc pours the salt onto your exposed lower stomach, and places the shot glass near it.

The redhead positions himself between your legs, one knee brushing dangerously close to your womanhood. He sets his sight on the trial of salt adorning your lower stomach, and with a deliberate and slow movement, he leans in, tongue darting out to lick it.

The sensation of his warm, wet tongue against your skin sends shivers of pleasure through your whole body.

Diluc’s focus shifts to the shot glass, mouth hovering over the tequila. His mouth envelops the rim, lips forming a seal around the edge. He tilts his head back, and the fiery liquid cascades into his mouth, igniting his throat and stomach.

As he finishes the shot, he encloses your body with his, pressing against you possessively. His lips find yours once more, capturing the lime slice from your mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

His desire grows even more intense, touch becoming bolder and more explicit. He presses a hand against your burning core, fingers applying just enough pressure to elicit a moan of pleasure from you.

“I need you,” Diluc murmurs, voice thick with desire. “Right now.”

You hesitate for a moment. “Here?” you question, seeking his affirmation, wanting to ensure that he is comfortable with continuing with your intimate escapade inside the empty bar.

“Yes,” he breathes. “I want you here , I want you now .”

Any lingering doubts are erased, and with a renewed sense of urgency, you succumb to the pleasure that awaits.

SMUT CONTINUATION ON AO3

Author's note: welp, diluc brainrot has taken over

[mayberaspberrywrites]

Kitty Maid - Prologue

I’m nothing special. I’m an ordinary maid working under the ever elusive Diluc Ragnvindr. I can’t say I absolutely love my job. but the pay is quite luxurious. Now, how could I pass up such a kind offer? I digress. My name is Y/N, and I’ve been a maid in Dawn Winery for 3 years now. My life is very simple. I wake up, clean myself up, make my trek to dawn winery, perform my job, and leave. 

However…

I cannot deny that ogling Diluc has also become a normal part of my schedule. I can’t help it, really. He’s a handsome, rich man, and he never mistreats his workers. It’s not that I have a crush on the Master, but more-so high respect for him. At least, that’s what I keep telling myself.

Right now, I’m in my own home, standing in my vanity. I turn my head to the right side, inspecting the right side of my face. I turn to the left, inspecting the left side of my face. I look presentable enough, I think to myself. I flash a smile at myself in the mirror before twirling in my maid uniform. It’s very comfortable. Master Diluc takes very good care of his workers, down to making sure that the fabric they wear is comfortable. I stop, turning to face my bed. My cat, Eleanor, is fast asleep, her miniature form sinking into the softness of the covers as she purrs in content. 

I saunter over to her position on the bed, my body sinking down right next to her. I run my fingers through her fur lightly.

Surprisingly enough, I never actually wanted a cat. It’s not that I hate or like them, I just didn’t feel the need to have a pet.

That was until my little girl stumbled towards my door. Coincidentally, that was the same day I first started working for the Dawn Winery. I’d just arrived home that afternoon, tired and ready to pass out. I approached my door, stopping a few feet away when I noticed a strange clump of matter on my front doorstep. She was only a tiny kitten, and had already managed to endure the harshness of the world. Her fur was bloodied and matted, and she looked just about ready to give up.

We couldn’t have that, no no.

Without hesitation, I picked her up with gentle hands, welcoming her into my humble abode.

I’d like to believe that she was thankful for my help, because after that day, she cozied right up to me, rubbing up against my legs as soon as I came home. 

I smile at the fond memory, before my face morphs into one of shock. Oh no. I’m going to be late! I carefully stand up. Eleanor lifts her fluffy head up, blinking the sleep out of her eyes as she watches me. 

“Meow?” 

I huff a sigh. I don’t want to leave her either, but at least one of us has to be strong enough to leave the bed and make mora to keep a roof over our heads.

My heels clack as I make my way towards the front door. Eleanor leaps down from the bed, her paws padding against the floor as she approaches me. She rubs up against my legs, and I resign my efforts to leave without petting her one last time. I lean down, rubbing her head.

“Goodbye, Ellie. I’ll be home shortly.” 

She purrs in response. I open my front door, the morning sun leaking into the house, beginning my journey to the mansion.

—

Adelinde scolds one of the maids. The maid holds her head low, clearly embarrassed by her mistake.

“Don’t be so hasty! Clean carefully, or you’ll knock something over.”

“Y-yes, Ms. Adelinde…”

I quietly enter the mansion, attempting to walk by Adelinde without being noticed. I really don’t feel like getting reprimanded for being late again.

Of course, my efforts are in vain, for she turns around the moment I think I’m in the clear. It’s like she has a sixth sense.

“Young lady!”

I stiffen before dropping my shoulders. I slowly turn to face her, bowing my body in respect.

“Ms. Adelinde…you look quite beautiful today.”

She rolls her eyes.  “Why, thank you. However, flattery will only get you so far.” She crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing. “Care to explain why you’re late this time?”

Quick, think of an excuse! I clear my throat, straightening back up. “I apologize, Ms. Adelinde…I was stopped by a group of hilichurls on my way here.” I explain, smiling as I hope she doesn’t question it.

Adelinde’s eyes scrutinize my outfit. She closes her eyes. She takes in a large breath of air before pinching the bridge of her nose and exhaling. “If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.” She slowly opens her eyes again, looking directly into mine. “I can’t keep excusing your tardiness, y/n.” Her eyes suddenly shift to a look of sympathy. “I don’t know what’s going on, nor will I invade your privacy, but you must get it together.” She scolds lightly.

I nod, looking away from her eyes. I didn’t mean to disappoint her. I’ll have to make a few adjustments to my morning schedule, it seems.

Ha. Maybe being a cat would be easier. I envy Eleanor sometimes.

 I bow my head before turning to get to work.

—

What a long day…I can barely keep my eyes open. I yawn, deciding that it's time to get a move on. I say my goodbyes to the maids of the winery. As I walk, I think about my day. Hm…how odd…I hadn’t seen the young master all day. I shake my head. It’s none of my business, really. He’s a busy man, with running the winery and Angel’s Share.

As I’m thinking, I forget to watch where I’m walking.

Oof!

I bump into something hard. I fall down onto my butt.

“Oh, dear me!” A feminine voice says. I rub my back, groaning in pain from the fall.

I crack my eyes open. She offers out a hand to me. I gingerly take it, allowing myself to be lifted back up to my feet.

“I do apologize. I hope you’re alright.” She exclaims, holding onto my hand as she examines me for any injuries.

I can’t see her face. It’s covered by the large hat she wears on her head. 

The mysterious woman gasps. I snap my eyes up to where I’d assume hers are, only to see her looking down. A shattered glass bottle lays at my feet, and a strange purple mist seeps out of it in my direction. My eyes widen as I quickly shuffle backwards.

“Please forgive me!” The lady, who I have now assumed to be a witch, apologizes profusely. Despite her apologies, she quickly makes an escape into a portal. I cough, beginning to wheeze as the world quickly spins around me.

Before long, everything goes black.

I awaken again, feeling groggy.

The first thing I notice is that I’m no longer outside.

The second thing I notice is that I’m in a luxurious bed with soft sheets and incredibly soft pillows.

The third thing I notice is…

WHAT THE HELL?!

I sit up, looking down at my hands.

Or rather…

My soft kitty paws.

I begin to breathe heavily. 

This is a dream, right?

Right?

Okay, time to wake up…

Now.

Right now.

FUCK!

I slap myself across the face with a soft paw. My heart sinks when I feel the impact.

My eyes widen. I run my “hands” over my face, feeling the soft fur underneath my paw pads.

Okay. This is real. Oh archons…

I’m not dreaming.

My body stiffens when I feel something shift next to me on the bed. I slowly turn my head. Normally, this low light would be hard for me to see through. 

However…I don’t think that applies now. I’m a…a cat now. That feels weird to think about.

My breath hitches when I see the unmistakable soft red locks that drape across the pillow.

And the fourth thing I noticed…

…Is that I’m in Diluc Ragnvindr’s bed.

And Diluc Ragnvindr is asleep right next to me.

[mayberaspberrywrites]

No One But You | Dehya x Reader | SAGAU

A/N: Your girl just got Dehya yesterday, and just had to write a fic in celebration. This is my first angst. Be nice you goofy goobers

P.S.: ...I ran out of Sand Grease Pupas :(

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Reader: Gender Neutral

Warnings: Angsty

SAGAU!!!

Summary: Dehya fears that you won't want to pull for her after the leaks and kit reviews. You prove her wrong.

The city spoke in hushed whispers upon her arrival. The whispers ranged from pure disgust to pity. To Dehya, it all felt horrible.

"There she is!"

"Didn't you hear? Her kit was leaked."

"Pathetic."

"What will the players think about this?"

Of course she'd also known the moment her kit dropped. She herself felt anger towards the developers for the way she'd been wronged. What she didn't expect, however, was for everyone else to find out about it. "Tsk…" Despite the backlash, the flame mane managed to keep herself together.

That only lasted so long.

Each day felt worse. She continued with her mercenary duties as normal, but at the end of each day, she felt herself break more and more.

It began to affect her battle performance as well, something that did not go unnoticed by her fellow mercenaries. 

And then her banner dropped. She had high hopes that you'd pull for her regardless of the things you'd heard. As she sat on her bed, she thought back to all the things you'd said.

From the moment she was leaked, you were ecstatic. 

"She's so pretty!"

Dehya smiled to herself at the fond memory. 

"Do we know her name yet?" You asked your friend, your primary source of information. "They're saying her name is 'Dehya.'" Your friend responded. 

"Dehya…." What a pretty name, you'd thought to yourself.

You were joyful the moment her npc version appeared in the game. Her lines were the only dialogue you didn't skip. 

From that day forward, you told yourself you'd pull for her. You took in all the information about her that you could. You sat through the debates on whether she'd be a 4 star or a 5 star. It didn't matter to you, all you knew was that she was going to be yours.

That didn't mean you weren't overjoyed when it was confirmed she was a 5 star. "Ha! I told you so!" You teased your friend, who playfully rolled their eyes. "Fine, you win. It's going to be harder to get her now, I hope you know that." You shrugged it off. "I don't care how many wishes it takes. She will be mine."

And then came the day everything began crumbling down.

"Credible leakers have confirmed that Dehya will be on the standard banner!" 

She heard the audio all the way from another app on your phone. What would you think of this?

"It can't be that bad. Besides, I wouldn't mind losing my 50/50 to Dehya." You reasoned.

Dehya breathed a sigh of relief. She knew you mained one of the standard characters already, but she didn't know how you'd feel about her now.

And it only got worse from there. The talk of the city began. It was nothing all that bad, at first, just a few apologies here and there.

"I'm sorry, Dehya. But look on the bright side…"

"Poor girl."

"Standard…she's going to be weak."

To her, it didn't matter. All she cared about was your opinion on her. However, the comments made her wonder if you'd be swayed.

What if she decides I'm not good enough? If I don't do enough damage, she might choose someone else over me…" She shook the nasty thoughts out of her head. No. I know my creator. They would never.

Dehya suddenly snapped back to the present. She was now laying down, curled into her blankets. She felt her eyes moisten. No. I'm stronger than this. I can't let the creator down. She sat up once more, staring into the mirror across from her bed. Weak. Pathetic.

They can say all they want. I might be physically weaker than the others, but I won't let them break down my mental state too. 

From that day forward, she made it a habit to train harder. To compliment you more. To give you a reason to consider her.

"Look, she just winked!" You exclaimed, pointing at her. "What? She didn't wink for me though?" Your friend, who was doing the same quest, showed you their screen. "Mm…must be a bug." They concluded. 

But You knew better.

And then the day of the livestream arrived. You preferred not to believe leaked banners, as you'd been fooled before. And alas, the banners were different from the leaked ones.

"Phase One will be…Cyno and Dehya!"

You were quiet. Too quiet. Dehya began to worry. She knew that her kit was nothing compared to Cyno's. 

"Phase Two will be…Shenhe and Ayaka!" The video announced. "Haha, good thing I don't need either of them." You said, continuing the video.

Dehya continued to listen in on the rest of the video, but her mind became clouded halfway through. You never said anything about Cyno. She bit her lip as she pondered, the video quickly becoming background noise to her thoughts. 

You never said you didn't want Cyno.

…And you never said you wanted me.

She clicked her tongue in frustration. Was she still not enough? She had to ensure that you still wanted her.

So she amped up her efforts.

She sent you mail. She never put her name on it. That would seem too desperate, she thought. On the day that her banner dropped, she mailed you 600 primos under the guise of maintenance. Attached to the 'maintenance rewards' were little trinkets, some that she thought would remind you of her.

To her delight, the developers decided to hand out 1 intertwined fate per archon quest. "If we do the math…that's 21, excluding the newest quest." She said to herself. "Plus what I sent…"

Unfortunately, your luck did not cooperate. Out of all of the pulls, your best item was a Bennett constellation.

"Bummer. Oh well." You closed the game, much to Dehya's distress. She still hoped that the day would come.

But then the whispers began again, this time while she was sitting outside the local tavern.

"Didn't you hear? The creator's considering pulling for Cyno instead!"

"He's the better option anyway, at least he can deal damage." One snickered.

She put down her glass, and breathed out a deep sigh before jumping when she felt a touch on her shoulder.

"Don't listen to them. I know she wants you more than anything." A familiar voice spoke. Dehya turned her head to be faced with the one and only General Mahamatra Cyno. She laughed bitterly. "Easy for you to say, General. This patch is in your favor."

Cyno crossed his arms, staring down at Dehya. "I mean it. Don't let it bother you."

"Yeah. Whatever." She smiled lightly. Despite their current rivalry between banners, Cyno was never hostile towards her. "It doesn't bother me any." 

…I'll try to keep that in mind.

She waited. She waited for days, and she was starting to lose hope. She'd heard you talking to your friend again.

"My feed is full of Dehya showcases now. She doesn't hit very high damage at all." You'd said.

Ouch.

"I suggest that you consider pulling for Cyno or waiting for a good banner to roll around." 

"Hmm."

By then, she'd tuned out. It's fine. Life goes on after all. 

And there she stood. She felt the tears falling down her cheeks as she made no attempt to wipe them.

"Archons…now my makeup is messed up." She weeped to herself.

And then she fell to her knees. 

But then she felt a warmth surging around her. She opened her eyes, immediately covering her eyes to prevent being blinded by the light. 

Wh…what's going on?!

She heard your voice in the distance.

"OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! IT'S GOLD!" You squealed, watching the screen intensely.

There's no way…

Dehya felt as though she was flying. Her eyes widened as she finally broke through her dark thoughts.

You wanted her?

You actually wanted her.

Her splash art displayed on your screen as you shrieked with joy.

"Dehya! You're finally home!"

—

A little while later, after you fell asleep, the game transferred your body into Teyvat. This had happened on many different occasions at random. You weren't afraid anymore.

After searching for some time, you found Dehya standing by herself. She wasn't hiding her tears any longer. You quietly stood behind her, not wanting to scare her.

You should've known that a mercenary's senses were stronger than that. She sensed your power.

"I heard it all, you know." She stared down, willing herself to stay strong. "The things they said about me. Normally, I wouldn't care, but…" She balled up her fists, taking a deep breath before shakily exhaling. 

"...You don't hate me?" She asked, slowly turning to face you, while still holding her head down. You softly cupped her cheek, lifting it up.  Her eyes were glossy, and her cheeks were stained with tear streaks. You smiled affectionately, staring directly into her sapphire eyes. "I could never hate you, my dear." You pulled her into a tight hug. After a few heartbeats, she finally laid her head on your shoulder. 

"I…never wanted anyone to see me like this." She sniffled, briefly lifting her head up and wiping away her tears, further smudging her eyeliner. "Especially not you." I look pathetic. 

You shushed her softly. "Lovely, it's okay to cry. It doesn't make you weak." You hugged her harder.

Damn, she has some back muscles. No, no, not the time.

"Even after everything they said? You still wanted me?" Why didn't you listen to them? They were right. 

"I've never cared all that much about the 'meta'." 

You rubbed soothing circles into her back as you spoke quietly. "When I saw you for the first time. I knew I knew I had to have you." 

"But what about what your friend said? They were right, Y'know. There are better options than me." You scoffed, smiling. "Don't worry about them. They're just a goofball. Dehya chuckled to herself before taking a long breath in. You pulled back from the hug, still holding her by the shoulders. For a moment, you two stared into each other's eyes. Dehya wished it would have lasted a little longer. "Chin up, Flame Mane. You and I have much to do together." You squeezed her shoulders. 

She's so happy you didn't give up on her.

—

Bonus:

You were now playing from your computer. You were testing out your new main Dehya’s damage. After all of your combined hard work, she was finally level 90 and triple crowned.

"Wow…that IS some mid damage." 

"HEY!" She bit back playfully.

"I'm joking, I'm joking! You did well for your first showcase. How about we grab some food to celebrate?"

"Haha. Sounds good, my stomach is hitting my backbone!" Dehya jested.

"Have you ever had sticky honey roast before? It's pretty good." You suggested. 

"Hm, never heard of it. I'll bite."

Dehya looked on towards Sumeru City. Let's continue our adventure tomorrow, creator. You and I have a long road ahead of us.

—

[mayberaspberrywrites]

Currently writing a Dehya sagau fic to celebrate her coming home <33 I waited for her for so long, she deserves it.

I love her sm.

(Imagine maining both 5 star pyro claymores)

[mayberaspberrywrites]

"All I Want For Christmas Is..." Diluc x Female Reader | Chapter 1

Hi, all! I'm so sorry for not updating for 2 months. I completely forgot about this story, and well, it's a little late for Christmas now, isn't it?

Might as well keep writing until next Christmas at this point LMAO

Anyways, enjoy this short chapter + chapter 2 which I will release soon! (I swear I'm working on it)

Prologue

---

CHAPTER 1: I think you have the wrong number.

You stepped out of the shower and dried off. You huffed a sigh. ‘I could’ve stayed in there for another hour, really. Alas, work needs to be done.’ You completed your nightly routine before plopping down into your desk chair. Just as you turned on your computer, you received a text message.

 - 

Anonymous: Hello?

You: Who are you?

Anonymous: I don’t believe that’s relevant right now. If I may ask, could you answer a few questions for a…survey of sorts?

‘That’s not suspicious at all…’ You hesitated to type your next words, considering blocking this person.

You: I don’t know who you are. Please delete this number.

Anonymous: I’ll give you 300 primogems for every question you answer.

Now that was really suspicious. How did they know you played Genshin Impact? 

You: How do I know you’re not lying to me right now?

Anonymous: Check your game, I’ve sent you a gift.

Well, let’s just check. You booted up the game on your computer and opened your mailbox as soon as you entered. Sure enough, you’d been sent 300 primogems. Your eyes widened as you checked to make sure you hadn’t been hacked. In the midst of your panic, you hadn’t noticed that Albedo had not only been swapped into your team, but he was also looking straight at you. You breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary…well, other than the mysterious appearance of these primogems. You picked your phone up again, texting the number back.

You: Alright. I’ll play your little game.

Anonymous: Good choice. 

Albedo smirked to himself before typing out a message, looking up as it pinged to your device.

Anonymous: Question one: How long have you been playing Genshin Impact?

…

Anonymous: Question two: How do you obtain these characters?

…

Anonymous: Question five: What is “pity”?

Anonymous: Question six…

Question seven…

Question eight…

—

You answered all of the questions, albeit strange, to the best of your abilities. After all, primogems were on the line. You’d ended up answering a total of 25 questions for 7,500 primogems total. This person stayed true to their promise, sending you your gems immediately after each question. 

Anonymous: Hm…Interesting. Thank you for your time. Please check your mailbox once more.

You eagerly opened your mailbox, noticing a letter titled “Gift”. You clicked on it, gasping as it displayed Albedo’s splash art, flashing before turning into stellar fortuna. Albedo’s dynamic TCG card was also found in the gift.

You: Just who are you?

Anonymous: I suppose I can disclose this information to you. 

Albedo: I am Albedo, Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius.

You: What the hell? Just who do you take me for, a fool?

Albedo: It’s up to you to believe me. In the meantime…may I ask that you stay in contact?

You placed your phone down on the desk. This person really thinks I’m dumb. A fictional character talking to me? You sat back in your chair. Though…I could really use the primogems. It’s a really good deal… You made up your mind, picking up your phone again before typing out your message.

You: Fine, I’ll stay in contact as long as you keep up your end of the deal.

Albedo: Thank you for your cooperation. I have to go now, I will be contacting you in a few days with more questions. 

You: As long as primogems are involved…

You placed your phone down once more, taking the time to process what the hell just happened. Were you dreaming? Were you awake? This was all too surreal. You took a deep breath, rubbing your eyes in an attempt to wake yourself up.

*DING!*

You hesitantly opened your eyes, squinting at your phone that just lit up. 

“What could this guy want now?” You grumbled to yourself, slowly raising your phone up to your face to read the text.

Albedo: There’s one more thing.

You: What?

Albedo is typing…

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*DING!*

Albedo: Please say hello to Junia and Aspen for me.

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“Mr Albedo! You shouldn’t mess around like that!” Sucrose frantically exclaimed, reading Albedo’s messages over his shoulder. “Relax, Sucrose. I just thought it’d be funny to keep her on her toes.” A ghost of a smile flitted across his otherwise stoic face, an action that did not go unnoticed by his ever-attentive green haired assistant. “And-and what if she blocks you? Our experiment would’ve been for naught!” She stared wide-eyed at the screen as Albedo began walking throughout the lab, scribbling words unintelligible to any but oneself out of pure unadulterated excitement that not even he knew his body was capable of possessing. Was this the power of her majesty, capable of even bringing out unusual and most likely human emotions of non-human entities such as himself, without even being physically present? He was eager to find out. Now that the barrier between Teyvat and Earth has finally been broken, he can do so much more…

“ALBEDO!”

Albedo stopped writing immediately, swiftly turning his head towards the animal-eared girl. “Yes, Sucrose?” She breathed a sigh of relief. “I-I’ve been calling your name for a few minutes now…you were so distracted that you never answered my question.” Albedo blinked, looking back down at his clipboard. He looked back up, clearing his throat. Perhaps he’d gotten a little carried away. “...What was your question again?” He asked, now giving her his full attention. “What if she blocks you?” Albedo smiled slyly, an expression Sucrose never thought she’d see on his face. “She won’t. Not for the reward I’m providing her with.” He paused. “...None of them would.” Confusion reflected through amber-tinted eyes. “Mr. Albedo, who’s they?”

“Don’t worry about it, Sucrose. It’s not important. For now, I need you to gather everyone as soon as possible. We don’t have much time to work with, based on her majesty’s schedule.”

[mayberaspberrywrites]

Snowed In

Dom!Diluc x SubFem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut

A/n: My first smut was well received, so I've returned with another! <3 Enjoy.

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Diluc quickly pulls you into a nearby cabin before shutting and locking the door. Thankfully, it seems to be long abandoned, with no trace of the owner in sight. The redhead quickly begins searching the house as you take a seat on the couch you'd seen upon entry. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to keep whatever heat you had left in your body.

"Shit... no blankets." He angrily sighs. He glances over to your shivering form, his eyebrows knitted with concern. He shouldn't have taken you with him. You had insisted on joining him on his patrol tonight and weren't planning on taking no for an answer. He knew you'd be able to defend yourself, but had he known the snow would be this heavy tonight, he would've been more insistent that you stay in the Winery. Now, the snow was so heavy that he could guarantee that you wouldn't make it back to the Winery in time.

However, now is not the time to reflect on the past. His eyes light up as he comes up with a solution. He has a pyro vision, he'll just use that to warm you up. He walks over to your curled up form before speaking. "Take your clothes off." You snap your head towards him. "W-what? Excuse me?" Diluc looks at you seriously. "Take your clothes off. It isn't ideal to warm up in cold, wet clothes," Diluc gestures to your current attire, dampened from the heavy snowfall. You supposed he was right. Besides, it's not like he's never seen you naked before. Diluc turns around, giving you some privacy as you strip yourself of your clothes, shuddering from the cold as you do so. "Alright... I'm done." You whisper, slightly embarrassed. Diluc turns back around, paying little mind to your state of undress. He sits down on the couch, removing his gloves and opening his arms to you. "Come. I'll warm you up." You hesitate for a second before giving in. You climb into his hold, and he wraps his arms around your waist. You shudder as you feel his hands warm up. Before long, you find yourself sinking into his hold. Maybe you should ask him to do this more often...

Diluc smiled softly at your relaxed form. However, there was only so much he could do to keep his thoughts from wandering.

"There's also something else I can offer to warm you up." His voice lowers in pitch, the implication making you shiver, but not from the biting cold this time. "Oh? What is it?" You play along with his little game.

His left hand moves upwards towards your breasts. He lets his hand linger right underneath before asking you for your consent. "Are you sure?" He genuinely asks, to which you give him an affirmative yes. His hand finally cups one of your breasts, massaging it as you moan quietly. His other hand begins to trail down your stomach, nearing closer to where you want him the most. "Say you want it, dear." Diluc teases, ghosting his fingers over your clit. "Fuck you..." You whine. "That's the intention, my love." You can almost feel him smirking against your neck. You give in a little too easily. "Diluc, please... I want it." With a grunt of satisfaction, he finally begins to toy with your clit. You try to hold back your moans, somewhat successful, until Diluc nips your neck. You yelp. "That's it. Let me hear you." His fingers move lower, now prodding at your entrance. At this point, you're wet enough to let his fingers glide through your folds. You grind down on his fingers, and he gets the message. He sinks a finger into your cunt, feeling satisfaction when he hears your noises of pleasure. He adds another finger, moving them faster, gauging your reaction. His left hand twists your nipple while he palms your clit. He feels you clench around his fingers, groaning lowly. Without warning, you cum on his fingers. He eases you through your orgasm, staring at you through lidded eyes. You struggle to catch your breath as he carefully removes his fingers.

You're definitely warmed up now, and if the bulge in his pants was anything to go by, you'd be here for a while.

[mayberaspberrywrites]

Dom!Diluc x Subfem! Reader

Genre: Smut

Modern Au!

A/N: This is my first smut, be nice please

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Diluc had an important meeting to attend today, and you, his assistant and partner, went with him. It was a formal party in Liyue, and although Diluc wasn't very interested in going, he saw a money opportunity when they asked if he could sell their wines in Mondstadt. When you heard about this, you decided to dress nicely.

Maybe a little too nicely.

Diluc had a very hard time keeping his eyes off of you during the trip. Once you both arrived at your hotel room, Diluc threw you onto the bed.

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"Hah...hah... so much for the business meeting, huh?" You pant out, barely able to focus on the man above you. You moan before you quickly clasp your hand over your mouth, hoping to prevent any more embarrassing noises from leaving. Diluc isn't having it. The man grunts. He swiftly removes your hand, slamming it back down on the bed and locking it in place.

Through the haze of your thoughts, you had to wonder: How did you get here? That doesn't matter. All you can focus on is how good Diluc is pounding into you, his cock molding your insides. You can't help the way your eyes roll into the back of your head as Diluc pushes you deeper into the mattress. "You don't know... how long I've....wanted to do this for," he chokes out. His flaming red locks frame his beautiful face, his bangs sticking to his head from how much he's sweating. He looks gorgeous like this. You scratch down his back, leaving red marks in your wake. The redhead swallows back his moans before moving faster. "Diluc!" You shout, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist. He bent down to nip at your neck, causing you to let out little moans. He moved back to stare at your fucked-out face, smirking. He's the only one who can do this to you. You soon feel a build-up in your stomach, signaling your release. "D-Diluc...I'm gonna..!" You try to warn him. "Cum for me, love." He demands, and with that, you cum all over his cock. Soon, you feel his warm seed pump into your pussy. You close your eyes and breathe heavily, still in the aftershocks of your orgasm. Before long, Diluc begins to move again, causing your eyes to fly open. You find that he's already staring at you with those red eyes of his, a smirk adorning his lips. "You didn't really think I was done, did you?"

You were a little late to that party, not that Diluc minded.

[mayberaspberrywrites]

All I want For Christmas Is....(Diluc x Female Reader)

Prologue

[MONDAY, DECEMBER 1ST]

'Finally, all of my commissions are done.' You thought to yourself as you teleported to Mondstadt. You were playing as your main, Diluc. You reached the Adventurer's Guild, and you quickly skipped through Katherine's dialogue, eager to collect your primogems. 'Now what should I do? I suppose I could—'

"DAMN IT! Another 50/50 lost, and to Keqing out of all characters?!"

Ah. That's right. You're still at school. It's currently your off period, and your friends have all gathered in the corner of the upper commons. Junia stares at her phone, frustrated. She rolls her eyes, closing out of the wishing screen. 

"Whatever. I guess that means I have a guaranteed Scaramouche now." You would tease her about her misfortune, but you remember how the last time you did that, you ended up with a Qiqi instead of a Kazuha. You cringe at the reminder. "Yeah, and maybe you'll get his weapon too!" Your friend Aspen tries to comfort Junia. "Pff, yeah, right. The weapon banner has never been nice to me. That would be a miracle!" Junia exclaims.

Unbeknownst to you, Many pairs of eyes are watching you from inside your phone. A porcelain-skinned blonde concentrates his gaze through a small device pointed towards the sky, surrounded by a few others.

"What do you see, Mr. Albedo? C‐can you hear what they're saying?" Sucrose spoke quietly, looking up at the sky. "It seems that Junia lost her Yae Miko to Keqing." Albedo responds, not looking away from the device. "Ah…a shame, really. I think it would've been fun to have another me around." A pink kitsune sighed. 

'Actually, that would be for the best…' A certain furry-eared general thought. He looked towards his far left, where a man dressed in red and black stood, immersed in a conversation with 3 other people. Y/N's team. "Yes, I agree. Unfortunately, that all depends on Y/N. We don't have control over that." He spoke, unintentionally squinting his eyes. He felt eyes on him, turning his head towards the general. Gorou quickly turned back around.

Diluc suddenly felt his legs move forward. "Ah, yes, the player is back. How much longer do we have until they have to leave?" Sucrose asked the blonde. "Approximately 5 minutes Earth Time." Albedo responded again, finally looking away from the device to write down the current events. Sucrose watched over his shoulder. Albedo handed his clipboard over to Sucrose before resuming his previous task.

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"Well, who are you saving for Y/N? Maybe the 50/50 gods will be friendlier with you." Junia joked. You thought for a moment. You didn't really have any limited characters in mind. "I don't know. All I really want are Diluc's constellations." You responded. "Please, take all of mine! I don't even use him!" Aspen groaned sarcastically. You laughed. "You know if I could, I would." Suddenly, the bell rang. Students began filling the hallways as you and your friends stood up and said your goodbyes. You soon arrived at your Chemistry class and took a seat. While your chemistry teacher passed back your tests, you closed your game and turned off your phone, ready for today's lesson.

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"That's it everyone. Pack it up, We have work to do here in Teyvat." Everyone slowly dispersed into different directions. Diluc decided that it was time to go home and prepare for his nightly routine, saying his goodbyes to the rest of the team. With that, he was off on the trail towards Dawn Winery.

It'd been snowing a lot more recently, with Christmas being on its way. Diluc had never really been a festive person, he usually lived life day to day with no breaks unless he was ill. His boots crunched through the snow that'd coated the path, leaving footprints behind him. His thoughts began to wander as his body went on autopilot. 'It's almost Christmas. Fortunately, the monster presence around the city has begun to die down. Perhaps I'll be able to stay in the Winery and give everyone the Christmas they deserve.' The thought brought a small, brief smile to his lips. He soon arrived at the Dawn Winery, quickly greeted by Moco and Hillie, who helped him take off his coat and hang it on the rack. Diluc thanked the two before walking upstairs to his room.

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"Pass the screwdriver." A calm voice said, holding his left hand out while scribbling something down with his right. A young woman with light green hair quickly made her way across the lab, returning with a screwdriver and handing it to the man. He turned to a huge machine, adjusting a screw, and took a few steps back. He admired his work. "Sucrose, it's done. We've done it." Sucrose stepped forward, now standing side-by-side with Albedo. Together, they examined the machine. Other than being a huge, fancy hunk of metal, it had child-like flowers painted all over it, clearly Klee's doing. Albedo let out a sigh of relief before reaching for his clipboard. "Machine…complete…22:05…12/2/22…running tests." He muttered to himself.

"Um…Mr. Albedo? You never told me exactly what this machine is supposed to do." Sucrose quietly asked, eyes glued to the machine. "Ah, yes. Allow me to explain. This machine should neutralize the barrier between Earth and Teyvat, meaning that communication and perhaps even travel between worlds will be possible. Right now, however, we can only send messages to the player and move semi-freely. Travel is…a little more complicated." Albedo responded, gesturing his hands as he spoke. Sucrose nodded in understanding, her eyes lighting up in excitement. Albedo reached for his safety goggles, placing them on his face. Sucrose did the same, stepping back from the machine. 

"Get ready, Sucrose, this could be life-changing." Albedo felt a surge of excitement, something he never knew he could feel. He pressed a flower shaped button(another one of Klee's works) on the machine, watching as it turned on and charged up. Albedo then pressed another button, and the machine fired a bright white beam into the previously cut hole in the ceiling. After a few moments, a loud boom was heard, and Albedo and Sucrose ran to the lab window to look outside. The usually starry sky glowed white, and they covered their eyes before it went back to normal. Sucrose slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the spots before looking over to Albedo, who had already begun furiously scribbling onto the clipboard.

"Mr Albedo, do you think it worked?" Albedo ran to his desk, taking a deep breath before typing into a slightly smaller device and pressing send. "We're about to find out."

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