Lost & Found?....

rating: suggestive cw: sexual tension, badly written includes: gn! reader, fatui harbinger! reader, like stated above- you and diluc have a lot of sexual tension, diluc definitely wears a mask while in his dark night hero persona, you have a geo vision, you're also kinda stronggg (you can imagine how strong), reader likes degrading people and by people i mean diluc summary: you encounter diluc one night, and a fight ensues. while you're fighting, you can't help but tease the dark night hero a bit... y'know, just to rile him up~

the sounds of metal clashing together filled the night air, mixed in with hurried footsteps and pants. you and diluc had been engaged in a fight for the past few minutes now, and neither of you showed signs of slowing down.

“give it up, fatui.” diluc growled. his dark night hero mask was long gone, which was a shame as you had found it rather charming. he swung his claymore at you, but you reacted quickly and dodged.

“now, why would i do something like that?” you readied your sword, taking up a stance that you hoped would provoke the young man. he was smart, however, knowing not to get any closer to you lest he risk his life. you began to walk to your left, and diluc followed after, causing you to begin walking in a large circle- something you had seen a fellow harbinger do in battle.

you swung your sword in your hand, admiring the expensive looking detailing before suddenly dashing forward. diluc’s eyes widened for a split second, as he was caught off guard by your sudden dash. swinging his claymore up, he managed to block your sword- just an inch shy from his pretty face.

your eyes scanned over him. you took note of the sweat rolling down his forehead, and his fiery red eyes bore into yours. your gaze began to wander over his weapon, which was a gorgeous black and red claymore which suited his attire perfectly. “why don’t you give up instead?”

diluc scoffed. he began to push into your weapon a bit more, but you stood your ground. “as if i’d submit to the likes of you.”

you let out a giggle, moving your sword away from him and ducking so you could avoid his claymore. backing up once again, you threw the sword to the side. diluc then took this time to analyze you. you were confident, and your fighting style showed that you were very experienced. 'as expected of a harbinger.' diluc thought.

as much as he hated to admit it, you were quite... attractive. your harbinger uniform and geo vision on your waist suited you perfectly, and your aura of confidence sent off the message that you knew exactly what you (and him, based on your smirk) were doing.

diluc averted his eyes. now wasn't the time to check people out. he had something to do. the dark night hero got into a defensive stance, holding his claymore in front of him as if it were a shield. "we can do this the easy way, or the hard way." diluc spoke calmly, hiding the tiredness in his voice from all the fighting.

he watched as you sighed softly, brushing your hands against each other. bits of dirt fell from your gloves, but diluc didn't think anything of it at the moment. "which shall i choose, hmm..." you looked up, staring at the stars from between the leaves of the cedar trees. from a distance, and if they didn't take a close look at your attire- one would assume that you were just an attractive traveler.

"most would choose the easy way, but the hard way is much more entertaining!" suddenly, a gold like dust flew in front of his face, and diluc found himself spluttering and dropping his weapon as he struggled to brush the dirt off of his face. a pair of hands grabbed at his wrists, and before he knew it, he was pinned up against a tree with a dagger at his throat.

the two of you sat in silence for a few seconds. you could tell that diluc was trying to comprehend what had just happened, and you took the chance to tighten your grip on his hands that were now above his head. 'a rather compromising position,' you thought. 'imagine if someone were to stumble upon you two.'

as you were thinking, you began to notice a soft pink blush forming on diluc's cheeks. how cute...

he began to struggle against you, but you held the dagger tighter to his throat, causing him to inhale sharply and cease resistance. "looks like i win, dark night hero... or should i say, diluc?" the sight of his eyes widening was too much for you to handle, and you found yourself laughing out loud at his expression. "how- how did you?-"

"i have my ways." you smiled, removing the knife from his throat and sheathing it into its designated spot on your belt. once freed from the threat of his throat being cut, diluc began to struggle again- but he quickly found that he could barely move. he noticed that the heat on his face was increasing, and his efforts increased as well, but he still couldn't move his arms more than an inch away from the tree.

"oh diluc, sweet, strong diluc..." you sang slightly in a soft voice, leaning in close to his face. he found himself squeezing his eyes shut, turning his face away from yours. a strange, yet concerningly familiar feeling began to swirl in his chest, and that only caused him to struggle more. perhaps he could kick you, or collapse so that all of his weight was suddenly thrust onto you?

diluc tried pulling his wrists apart, but that was met with your arm squeezing tighter. he began to pant from his efforts, curses leaving his mouth as he was becoming very aware of the amused look on your face. "l-let me go!..." you laughed, and diluc felt his face getting hotter once more.

"you're a man who can swing a claymore with one arm, mister diluc." you teased, your fingers grazing his cheek and neck. your captive held back a groan. "i was sure that you'd easily be able to overpower me, but... it seems i overestimated you~"

you leaned in more, stopping at just the right spot so that your lips were next to his ear. "or perhaps you're enjoying this?" all of a sudden, diluc's struggling stopped, and he let out a strangled gasp. he- he couldn't be... enjoying it, right? he was trying his absolute hardest to get away... right?

"i saw you checking me out," you whispered, as it was only something meant for him to hear. "and i'll admit, i'm a bit interested in you as well." a hand dragged up his thigh, and diluc found himself biting his lip and struggling to keep his moan in. it was hot- too hot, and the thick jacket he wore definitely wasn't helping.

you slipped something into his pants pocket, but let your finger linger inside, resting against the thin inner material that made up the pocket of the pants. just so you could be a bit closer to him as you spoke. as if you weren't close enough.

"tell you what," you absentmindedly began to draw circles into the thin material, and to an extent, diluc's thigh. you listened in amusement as he began to pant softly, squirming against your light touches. strange how this was the man who, not even a few minutes ago, tried to kill you. "i left a card in your pocket. if you meet me at that place next week, i'll give you a little... present. how does that sound?"

diluc nodded quickly, still squirming against you. you breathed out a small noise of affirmation before finally letting go of the man, causing him to let out a small whimper that affected you a little more than you'd like to admit.

you gave diluc a genuine smile as he looked at you, and the look in his eyes reminded you of something you wanted to do the second you saw him for the first time. "here's something to look forward to." before diluc could question it, he felt a pair of lips press against his. and they were gone in a split second.

"see you around!" with a quick wave you ran into the forest, and diluc was left staring after you with a longing feeling in his chest. he let out a long sigh, covering his face with his hands as he slowly slid down the tree he was just pinned against.

the uncomfortable feeling of a thick card in his pocket and a tight feeling in his pants made him groan out loud, and his face became hotter once more.

goodness, this was going to be a long wait.

diluc autocorrected into silicone or folic sometimes from my mistypings when i was writing this on my phone

edit: i also could have sworn that i scheduled this for the 17th and not today but oh well

First time?

um .

as much as i love best dad diluc, im also a believer of unintentionally horrible dad diluc troupe. tonight, i choose violence. didn't do a proper post format for this one because it's just my brainrots a very long one lmao and shit but anyways

tw: horrible parenting, dark content, neglect, unintentional self-harm, abduction, torture (mentioned but not really written in detail), hurt-comfort but mostly hurt ackdjf

words: 2,022 (tf do you mean my brainrot is longer than my usual fics :<??)

single dad diluc who didn't mean to neglect you, his newborn, because he was mourning for his wife, whom he lost while she was giving birth.

single dad diluc who promised her that he'll take good care of you because that was what she'd want. giving you everything was what they both wanted.

single dad diluc who kept repeating to himself that he needs to be strong for the both of you and all he wants is the best for you.

single dad diluc who almost dropped you because you look too much like your mother. the same chubby cheeks, the same eyelashes, the same scrunch of your nose, everything. he almost wanted to look away because all he can see is her and it keeps breaking his poor broken heart. seeing you is a reminder that he had lost her. little does he know, he had lost you too.

single dad diluc who was doing fine at first. he goes to your crib every night, bottle feeds you, does everything perfectly. except he can't look at you for longer than he needs to. he couldn't hold you for more than a few hours. couldn't let you sleep in his arms because he's restless and his continuous movement stirs you awake every time. couldn't hug you to his chest whenever it gets particularly cold, instead he sits in a chair beside your crib, letting his pyro vision do the work. couldn't stay guarding you for too long because his work starts to pile up and the abyss won't kill themselves up. couldn't dote on you the way he wanted to. couldn't push himself to go to you faster when you start crying.

single dad diluc who almost dropped to his knees the moment you open your eyes and he sees the same shade of red. it reminds him that his wife is dead because of him. because what he could give her wasn't enough to keep her alive. if he had been extra careful with her pregnancy, maybe she'd still be alive.

single dad diluc who cursed himself for thinking that she'd still be alive if she didn't give birth to you, if he had chosen to save her instead of you. he runs to the bathroom, vomiting his words literally and figuratively. he digs his nails into the palm of his hand as punishment, shaking his head and shutting his eyes to keep his tears at bay. he repeats to himself that she'd hate him for even thinking of such a thing. heck, hate is too small of a word for what she'd do to him if she finds out that he even thought about that. he swears to himself that if he ever thought about it for a second time that he'd burn himself alive.

single dad diluc slowly starts to leave the responsibility of taking of you to the maids. in some way, he's unaware that the reason he did this is because he didn't want to hurt the both of you further. he didn't want to look at you and think of the worst things a parent would think of their child. you don't deserve any of his anger, so instead of forcing himself upon you, he subconsciously avoids being around you too much.

single dad diluc who didn't get to hear your first words or see your first steps. his eyes widen when he faintly hears your voice in the hallway, wondering when you started to learn how to speak. he watches you play in the vineyard from the window of his office, unaware of the slight clench of his fist whenever you trip or hurt yourself.

single dad diluc who doesn't know that you don't look at him as your dad but just someone who provides you with everything you need. he was never there for you, so he failed to build a connection with you. he's not aware that his presence brings you uneasiness and suddenly you're standing straight and looking right at the ground. you don't look like a child with an indifferent look on your face. anyone can see the tension between the two of you. yet he still doesn't look your way even as he speaks to you about your studies and your day. your fingers dig into your palm, keeping yourself from bursting into tears because all you can see is a stranger who was supposed to be your dad, but he looks nothing like the fathers you see in the city. when he turns away from you to goes back to his office, you silently pray to barbatos, "please, look at me like i actually exist for once." but he doesn't. you let adelinde guide your trembling form into your room, where your pillow catches all the tears you shed.

single dad diluc who barely knows anything about you and feels too ashamed to face you, so he sends you gifts on your birthdays and holidays through adelinde. most of the things he buys aren't exactly what you're interested in, but you learned to not care. at some point, you realize that he'll never look at you for more than a minute. but only because you've never caught him longingly staring at you, wondering when you started to grow up so fast. he sees so much of your mother in you and it's at that moment he realizes how distant he had been from you. he wants to talk to you, to be there for you, but he just couldn't push himself to do so when you don't even look interested. only because he wasn't there when you cried for your dad to save you from a nightmare and never looked at you long enough to see the small hand that was reaching to hold his.

single dad diluc who envies the close bond between you and your uncle kaeya. he wants to be able to approach you like that, but he knows it's not going to be that easy. but he's relieved to know that you're at least getting along with kaeya, the only other family you have.

single dad diluc who tries to follow kaeya's advice when trying to talk to you, but fails miserably and all he ends up doing is making things awkward.

single dad diluc who starts to wonder when you started to go out for so long. every morning, he'd see you venture out the winery by yourself and come home a little later after the sun sets. sometimes, he'd see you in his nightly patrols, fiery eyes making sure you get home safely. sometimes, he has to physically restrain himself from being all over you when he sees the small cuts on your arms and instead tells adelinde to tend to you quickly.

single dad diluc who assumes that you've been getting into ridiculous trouble and that's why you have so many wounds. little does he know, that you've been getting all these wounds from abyss and humans alike, all that have a vendetta against him. but you sealed your lips shut, you didn't want to bother him when he's already too busy at work. instead, you roll your eyes like a brat and brushed his words away, making up lies about teaching a bully a lesson. this irks him more and he questions where you learned how to be so ill-mannered, but he never gets an answer other than your door slamming shut. he never gets to see how you slide down to the floor, silent tears running down your cheeks and your eyes void of any light from exhaustion. you try to distract yourself, unconsciously digging your nails into your thighs until you hiss from pain. if diluc were to see this, he'd see himself when he was young, doing the same thing to get a hold of himself when things become overwhelming.

single dad diluc who accidentally raised his voice when the two of you got into an argument about your sudden disappearances, the amount of wounds on your person and your rebellious behavior. he'd come to regret accusing you of ridiculous things instead of calmly asking where you've been, because the next thing he knows you're stomping your way out of the house, claiming that you don't need his lectures and that you're used to doing things by yourselves. he desperately wants to chase after you, sit you down and tend to your wounds, but your words rendered him frozen. do you really not need him? are you going to leave him once you're of age? he won't be surprised if you did, but the way that you said that so easily makes his heart bleed. he really fucked up, didn't he? all the promises of taking good care of you and giving you the best, he's broken all of them. he's such a fucking terrible father.

single dad diluc who tries to comfort himself by saying that you're just staying at kaeya's. you always go to kaeya's place, you've spent more than a week there before. until the man himself burst into his office with angry eyes, demanding him to get his ass off his chair and help him look for you. he stares at diluc's confused face in disbelief before explaining that you've been missing for almost a week now. suddenly, diluc's world seems black and white and everything sounds muffled. he couldn't hear the sound of his chair getting thrown back from the way he stands up immediately, but he felt the chill from kaeya's voice while telling him everything they currently know. he doesn't remember the urgency in his steps and the authority in his voice when he orders people around to get all the information he needs. all he knows is that he's getting you back no matter what, even if it costs him his life.

single dad diluc who couldn't get a wink of sleep and barely has the time to eat. the faster he works the sooner he'll get you back. he keeps searching and searching and searching, only resting when fatigue catches up to him but immediately going back to his search when he feels the slightest better. every time he closes his eyes for even a minute, all he can see is your baby face from the first time he held you.

single dad diluc who didn't know what to do with himself when they finally found you in an abandoned abyss camp, lying broken on the ground, bleeding and barely breathing. he almost didn't want the healers to touch you from fear that they'll hurt you further. he thanks the archons for having kaeya back there, telling him that you'll need the help of the healers. reluctantly, he let's them carry you away to the cathedral, where he sits at the stone bench with the heels of his hand pressed against his eyes and elbows digging into his knees. if the circumstances were different, kaeya would've teased him from the onslaught of tears coming from his eyes, but he knows now is not the time. so instead, he places a hand on diluc's shoulder, telling him that you're a strong kid, you'll get through this.

single dad diluc who's not religious, but begs barbatos in his head to save you so many times.

single dad diluc who sits by your bed, watching over you by himself and not leaving your side for more than a few minutes. he claims that he wants to take care of you himself. in truth, he just wants to be the first one to see you open your eyes again.

single dad diluc who stares at your sleeping face, seeing his wife once again and turning sour. you got hurt because of him. he almost lost you and it's his fault. everyone he loves are going to disappear and it's his fault. if only he had been more cautious. if only he had searched for you the moment you didn't come home the next day. if only he had chased you when you left the winery.

if only he had been a better father.

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hii! can i request some headcanons about reader / mc comes out to the brothers as nonbinary? i'm really confused with my whole gender identity and it's really frustrating but your works keeps me grounded.

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coming out to the brothers as nonbinary

includes: the brothers x/& nonbinary!mc (no pronouns specified)

wc: .7k | rated g | m.list

warnings: implications of transphobia (NOT from the brothers), threats of violence (NOT towards you)

a/n: thank you for requesting and i’m glad my blog is a safe space! i myself am a cis female so please correct me if anything i wrote blatantly harms or misrepresents the trans/nonbinary community. homophobes and transphobes dni. my inbox is open to chat or request!

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➳ lucifer nods, tapping his chin. “thank you for telling me. i’m glad you feel comfortable enough to confide in me. i’ll do my best to use your preferred pronouns from now on.” you’re still a little nervous, and he notices. taking your hand, he squeezes it softly. “hey. i’m sure everyone else will have the same thoughts on the subject as i do. if you don’t want to tell them and keep this between us that’s fine too. and if you don’t know yet, that's perfectly fine too. i’ll be here for whatever you decide whenever you decide.”

➳ mammon accepts it pretty easily. “nonbinary, huh? that’s cool. if i mess up and misgender you punch me or something. i’ll try my best though, so i hope it doesn’t happen.” nudging you in the side, mammon grins. “am i the first one you told? oh that’s awesome! i knew i was your first man!” even with all of his celebration he doesn’t miss the way your shoulders untense, the way you let out the breath you were holding in. for once, mammon chooses to be tactful and doesn’t mention it, simply carrying on with his bragging.

➳ levi literally could care less. not like that though, ok? he’s just online quite a bit so he has more experience in LGBTQ+ spaces than his brothers do, meaning he’s pretty used to people coming out or questioning their gender or sexual identity. “that’s really cool! that’s for telling me! this is just like a show i watched called ‘my favorite person came out to me and i still love and support them wholeheartedly’!” he tells someone in his headset to hold on a moment, he’s busy, shooting you a grin while he does so. “what pronouns do you want me to use, again?”

➳ satan has heard of this nonbinary thing, of course, but hasn’t really had any actual experience with someone who identified as it. he wants to be as respectful and accepting as he can be and resolves to do some in-depth research the moment he gets a chance. “thank you for telling me, mc. i’ll do my best to use the right pronouns and refer to you as you wish to be referred to, so please, do not hesitate to correct me if i get it wrong.” looking over at you, he has an idea. “do you have any websites or anything i can look at? i want to be the best ally i can.”

➳ asmo just rolls over to face you, tracing a finger down your cheek. “that’s cool! thanks for telling me.” at your confused expression (you had expected more of a reaction), he laughs, flapping a hand in the air. “what, you think you’re the first person to come out to me? i’ve had countless people i’m close to over the years experiment with their identities. gender is such a fluid thing, and it changes so much with each new decade. i’m glad to see people becoming more accepting than they have been in the last few centuries, though.”

➳ beel is serious about the situation, cutely so. “thank you for telling me. i’ll do me best to support you and use the right pronouns.” pulling you into a warm hug, he holds you for a moment, soothing all of your frayed nerves. you lea into his touch, grateful for it. “and,” he whispers lowly in your ear, “if anyone gives you a hard time over it let me know. i’ll take care of it. and them.” a moment passes, silently, and then he’s pulling away from you, smiling like he hadn’t just threatened to do… something to people who wouldn't respect you.

➳ belphie admits he’s a little out of touch on current human matters like this. cheeks red, he has you explain in greater detail, nodding when he finally gets it. “oh that’s fine. thanks for trusting me enough to tell me. i’ll do some looking into it and educate myself. and i’ll definitely try my best to use the right pronouns and stuff from now on.” for once he’s fully alert, normal sleepiness abnormally gone from his expression. “correct me if i get wrong though, okay? and this doesn’t really change anything between us, so don’t worry about it.”

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