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Diluc hair hcs

a short lil fic at the end

Diluc keeps his hair long because it reminds him of his parents

he tried cutting it once, but he couldn't get himself to do it, so a lot of parts of his hair are uneven (like those damn front strands)

he takes great care of his hair, as it reminds him of his father's and he wants to cherish that

it's super fluffy and thick, but it's very layered so it's hard to do certain hairstyles on him

he has a haircare routine, washing it every two days and using a wide variety of expensive products

his hair probably smells rich

he seems all stoic and cold but he uses hair products that have labels like 'fruity tropic coconut and summer strawberry paradise'

he doesn't mind certain people touching his hair or playing with it

he'll never say it but he's proud of that damn mane

he'd probably trust diona and klee with it as long as scissors aren't involved

"hey! stay still! if you keep moving your head, you're gonna make it uneven..." you scold, focusing on the thick fiery strands.

"I apologise, my love. but you are being quite fierce today..." he mumbles, hissing as you accidentally pull a strand too hard.

you let out a sigh and continue to braid his hair. you were surprised that he let you touch his hair so easily, and he didn't understand why it was such a big deal. but it totally was, especially for you. touching the fiery red mane almost felt hot in your hands.

"I'm almost done. stop pouting like that, I can see you in the mirror!" you exclaim, leaning down to his side to kiss his cheek.

he huffs quietly, and soon, you're tying the small unbraided section with a hair tie. you take some of the flowers you brought with you and attempt to somehow tie them into his hair decently.

once you're done, you stand behind him with a proud smile.

"alright, what do you think?" you ask.

his hair had been braided somewhat neatly by you into two plaits, with some windwheel asters tied into it as well. It wasn't as even as you wanted it to be, with random strands sticking out from the cute hairstyle. he stares at himself in the mirror, pleasantly surprised.

"it suits your baby face," you say with a smirk, earning a small look of disapproval from your love.

"I'll ignore that. it looks... truly lovely. thank you, dearest. I should let you do my hair more often, no?" he says with a small smile, standing up to kiss you.

you put a finger to his lips to prevent the affection.

"will I get paid for being your personal hairdresser?" you tease. he rolls his eyes, but smiles once you remove your finger and let him kiss you.

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The writer for the diluc dilf fic deactivated their account so the fic went poof along with them

aw man 😭 ahhh thank you for letting me know 🫶

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I'm going feral omg

there's this one diluc x reader fic/ oneshot that i read and i wanna reread it BUT I CANT REMEMBER WHO WROTE IT 😭😭

it was like,, diluc was your new (older) neighbor who would help you out with stuff at your place and in exchange you'd make him dinner yadayada and then you find out he has a daughter (klee) and well

spicy daddy stuff happens 😞🔥🥰🫶😘 IT WAS SO GOOD AND I MISS IT

update the owner deactivated their account 💔 sad day for the horny girlos

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You're All that Matters

word count: 432

warnings: none just fluff !

diluc is known as the 'uncrowned king of mondstadt'- unmatched in every way possible. he's the perfect bachelor for young women all around teyvat, and everyone knows this. it'd be quite suspicious if you weren't aware of his rank.

despite his noble status and his dedication to protecting its citizens, the city of wind has very few people that have positive views on him.

"last time when i was performing at angel's share, he kept frowning..."

"he just seems to be in a world of his own."

"he's so grumpy all the time. why does he never smile?"

"diluc? ugh, can't stand him!"

his aloof demeanor can not care less about such comments. he'll scoff to himself and roll his eyes, minding his own business and returning to mixing drinks or cleaning glasses. why should someone of his status care about such trivial matters?

yet everytime he closes up the tavern and is left to clean after the patrons, his eyebrows furrow in worry as the multiple comments start flooding back into his mind. is he really so unapproachable? so intimidating? if it wasn't for his wine and looks, would he have any redeeming qualities beneath that shallow surface?

he trudges home after his late night duties and with every step, the thoughts slowly dissolve. because when he opens the winery's doors and slips up the stairs with his heavy boots left by the entrance, he gets to open the bedroom door and see your figure under the covers, your chest rising slowly in rhythm with your breathing.

a small smile graces his face and he makes sure not to wake you as he changes into his night clothes. slipping under the covers, the bed slightly dips and you wake. you immediately smile, your arms wrapping around his broad figure instinctively.

"darling, you're home..." you whisper, your voice slightly raspy. his arms squeeze you tightly, his lips greeting the skin of your forehead, then your cheek.

"yes, i am," he spoke in a low voice, breathing in your familiar scent. you hummed softly in satisfaction, nestling into his comforting hold.

it's moments like these that makes diluc realise just how irrelevant other's opinions of him are. all that matters is you, and he would do anything to keep it that way forever. you are his light in the darkness, the love he has been craving for so many years. if he has to change in any way, you're the only person that could get him to do so. well, the only exception is if you'd ask him to stop drinking grape juice.

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a/n: mona's voiceline about diluc made me think about this so i'm using this to get back into writing 😪 this is barely a story it's literally just a little drabble/ficlet

word count: 360

warnings: mentions of death, a little angsty 🫨

diluc was destined to be alone. destined to solitude, away from the company of others as he tended to mondstadt's safety. perhaps noctua was truly the sign of wealth, but not one of the city's citizens could deny his lonesome nature.

left without a mother at a much too young age to even remember her presence, diluc was accompanied by his father and the winery staff. he was lucky enough to be graced with a brother just a few months younger than him to fill his childhood with playful bliss. despite the happiness from those times, the young master will never forget what it felt like to hold his dying father in his very own arms. he will never forget how his world crashed down, learning of kaeya's betrayal not long after.

he had lost the two people he cared about most so quickly, like a flash of lightning. how could he trust anyone anymore? that was all that crossed his mind, up until he returned to mondstadt. then, one cold and starry night at the tavern, he met you.

you rebuilt his faith in people. you were patient, you were caring, you were kind. and so, so loving. how could he not fall for someone so perfect? he made sure to cherish every smile you showed him, focusing on how your eyes crinkled slightly and how they shone so much brighter when they landed their gaze on him. when he saw the pure joy etched on your ethereal face as he slipped the ring on your finger, his world was complete again. the days you spend together, the nights you held each other. even after arguments, you always made up the same day- neither of you could bear the thought of leaving the other.

however, diluc was destined to be alone. as he sat down on the bright green grass right beside the carefully carved stone, he let out a sigh. he made sure it was perfect that day, despite knowing that you'd scold him for fussing about something like this. he placed the bouquet of cecilias right in front of it, he cleared his throat.

"they miss you, my love. it's... truly not the same. all of mondstadt seems so dull now. yet...

none of them combined will ever miss you like i do."

this is so crap omg but omg i miss writing so much