#diluc can absolutely be dismissive at times

[bboricha]

y...yes, sir! anything you say, sir! || bori's 1k special - part 1

➳ pairings: al haitham, ayato, baizhu, childe, cyno (separate) x subordinate afab!reader ➳ part 2 with diluc, heizou, tighnari, venti, and zhongli coming soon! ➳ cw: not proofread, a bit of power play (duh... they're your boss), oral (m and f!receiving), dry humping (on a shoe lol and mattress), exhibitionism, deep throating, swallowing, face fucking, dumbification, mentions of impregnation (ayato), marking, mentions of tying up hands, overstimulation, unprotected, aphrodisiac (baizhu), kinda dubcon, fingering, you're a cicin mage in childe's blurb, mention of marriage in ayato's, lmk if i've missed any...!

➳ synopsis: what would happen to you as their subordinate...?

al haitham x secretary afab!reader

you’ve met al haitham several times before… the whole mess all the sages have gotten themselves into. it was only natural, being the grand sage’s secretary and all, you would often deliver documents and knowledge capsules between the two of them. you never really thought too much of the man and neither did he think anything of you. sure, he was, well, younger than some of your colleagues, a vision holder, and… undeniably attractive. 

maybe that’s why you’ve found yourself in this position. underneath the grand sage’s desk with a mouthful of the acting grand sage’s dick. you cannot believe the amount of control this man has talking to a matra with a straight face and unwavering voice despite being balls deep into your throat. not to mention, he keeps fucking his shoe against your clothed cunt and you’re absolutely sure that both his shoe and your panties are drenched at this point. you moan on his cock, the vibrations seemingly doing something for him as you hear his voice audibly hitch and his hand fly immediately for your hair, tugging at it as if to warn you.

it wasn’t your fault, it really wasn’t. if he would just stop using his shoe on you, order the matra to leave, and finally fuck you on his desk, you both wouldn’t be in this predicament. you’re almost led to believe that maybe he likes the idea of being caught, but then it dawns on you that he just actually likes seeing you anxious. this asshole only likes seeing you in this predicament, because he couldn’t care less about what others think about him. caution to the wind, you guess, and gulp down another whine, swallowing and stretching your throat out to make room for him even deeper as he digs the tip of his stiff sole against your clit. 

you’re so close and you can feel that al haitham is too. with the way his dick is twitching in your mouth, you decide to speed up your ministrations and apparently so has al haitham. you tune in a bit, noticing that their conversation is about to end as he hits a certain spot, noticing you falter and begins to abuse it. it’s becoming harder and harder to stay quiet with how his shoe works itself so well against your cunt, your slick aiding in the feeling. you’re about to pull out to cover your mouth when you hear the door click shut as al haitham pushes your head, your nose hitting his abdomen with ropes of his cum sticking to your throat. you’re shaking at the feeling—at the fact that him using you like a fucking sleeve made that coil snap and you spill your essence all over his shoe.

he yanks you up from your knees before the cogs in your brain could generate another thought, forcing your mouth open by pushing down your tongue with his thumb, making sure you’ve swallowed every last drop.

“you’re a competent secretary, by the way. i can see why you were kept around—your services are much needed everyday in my office.”

kamisato ayato x retainer afab!reader

you grew up with the kamisatos, your family serving them as their retainers. your parents served the former heads while you were taught from a young age to serve their heirs. when the former kamisato heads had passed, your parents began to serve ayato, until he had dismissed them—told them they should retire and enjoy themselves—something he had wished his parents had the chance to do as well. and so you inevitably became his personal retainer again. not that you were complaining, no, but it was different from when the two of you were children. things like helping him bathe, get dressed, and aiding him at the crack of dawn—it just wasn’t the same anymore.

especially considering that tending to his nightly duties included him being balls deep inside of you. face down, ass up, your kimono disheveled and almost in tatters, ayato muttering something about how he’ll buy you a new one, one that he’ll personally pick out—to him, it’ll be a sign of ownership. he kept his focus on plowing into you, gripping your hips so hard every night that you’re afraid you might find indents of his fingers one day, your insides already having molded to the shape of his dick.

you’re biting his sheets, trying so hard to not make a noise when he pulls out, maneuvering you over onto your back. he slips a thumb into your mouth as you suckle on it, much to his enjoyment, as he tells you to not muffle yourself. he pushes his length back inside, bottoming out when he caresses his hand over the bulge, admiring the sight and drags his hand back to your hips (where it belongs) and begins thrusting yet once again. you’re full on moaning now, relishing in the way ayato hits every place that makes your eyes roll back with his fingers playing with your clit, making the coil in your stomach tighter and tighter with every thrust.

when your orgasm hits, your hands fly to your face in embarrassment, blocking out any sounds leaving your mouth and covering yourself so ayato doesn’t see what a blushing mess you are. he tsks to himself, one that you can hear, but quickly throws whatever thought he had away, replacing it with the idea that he has all night to rid of those hands that’s hiding your beauty from him. perhaps maybe with your obi, or maybe a bright, red rope? how about both? what other sounds will he be able to hear tonight, what cries will he be able to coax out of you, he wonders, melodies that he can’t wait to hear.

his cock twitches inside of you at his own imagination. he leans down, his body almost flush against yours as he kisses your temple, placing a hand on the top of your head as his thrusts suddenly increase in speed, signaling him close to release. you’re whining at the overwhelming sensation, biting into his shoulder to help muffle your moans when ayato stills, pushing himself as deep as he can reach as he cums inside, his warmth filling you up.

“if this sticks, maybe this will give you a reason to finally marry me.”

baizhu x assistant afab!reader

you’ve been baizhu’s helper since he saved your life a few years ago. he had found you battered up and injured when he was visiting qingce village. it was only after he took you back to bubu pharmacy to take care of you, a complete stranger, were you able to recover. you didn’t know how else to pay him back, nor did you really have anywhere else better to go, so you asked for him to take you in, and he obliged, greatly appreciating the help. he especially appreciates your help in aiding him develop a new medicine.

one that involves his hand in your underwear. he coated the “medicine” on his tips of his fingers before shoving it down your pants, caressing it against your clit, massaging the substance in your insides. he pushes a finger to your entrance slowly, coaxing it in as it begins to make you tingle, your body heating up. you’re starting to get needy, grabbing at baizhu’s wrist when he keeps going agonizingly slow, and to your surprise, he lightly pushes your hand off. he says you have to be patient, that he’s making sure you’re properly absorbing the medicine, that he doesn’t want to hurt you, telling you all of this with a grin, not showing any hint of concern.

he finally pushes in a second finger, making you cum instantly around his fingers to his delight. it’s working beautifully on you, perhaps a little too well when you grab the hem of his jacket as he’s about to pull away, asking for more. he wasn’t actually going to stop, it’s not like he went in this purely for research purposes, but the way your cheeks are flushed, beads of sweat dripping down into the crevices of your shirt, the rise and fall of your chest from him riling you up—it’s enticing. he’ll just have to make a mental note for later and tend to you now, after all, it’d be cruel of him to leave you like this when you’re asking so nicely, right?

he tells to come to the edge of the bed, enough so that your ass is almost hanging off as he peels off your underwear, watching how it clings to your messy cunt, sticky with your cum and slick. he wets his lips in anticipation, wondering how well your essence has soaked up the aphrodisiac as he licks a stripe up your pussy, groaning at the taste. he can already feel it getting to him as well, the residue or whatever was left on you, he figures, is still doing its job. either from the high of knowing how effective his medicine is or the effects really kicking in, he starts to eat you out with fervor, lapping up everything you have to give him, the noise so obscene that they bounce off the walls of his room.

you don’t have the time to feel ashamed by how loud it is, your hands going to tug on his hair as he grunts in response, the vibration of it ripples against you making you moan. he focuses his tongue on your clit, licking and suckling the tiny bud as he shoves two fingers into you, saying something about how you’re still tight even after an orgasm and his drug combined. he’s rutting himself against the mattress of his bed, his clothed cock desperate for any sort of friction as he feels you tightening up around his fingers for a second time tonight.

he curls his fingers, thrusting them in and out as he watches you unravel on his tongue, the sight one to behold. he gently fucks you on his fingers through your orgasm as he cums against his tight pants, slurping up your release as he stands up, unzipping himself to reveal his still hard length.

“there are still more tests to run, i’m afraid, before i can put this medicine on… our shelves, you see.”

childe x cicin mage afab!reader

you, a regular cicin mage, have been assigned to work closely under the 11th harbinger, tartaglia, your immediate response being nothing but a simple “fuck.” you’ve met the harbinger before and you immediately didn’t know how to feel about him. he was so… odd? so… kind? compared to the other harbingers at least, and on the contrary you actually felt the need to be even more wary with him. your first couple months working under him were quite fine. in fact, he was a great boss, he was kind and understanding and after a bit, you’ve completely adapted to being by his side. 

that is until he drags you to a harbinger meeting, forcing you to sit next to him as he places a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to your crotch. he’s stroking the soft flesh, his pinky occasionally brushing over your clit, covered by your leotard. you’re lucky that the other harbingers can’t see what’s going on, though, they seemed to not care for your existence and presence at the meeting anyways. you try to brave up, attempting to push his hand away when he doesn’t relent, completely ignoring any signals you’ve been giving him, participating in the meeting as if he’s absolutely unfazed.

he goes from being subtle to shameless rubbing the nub, not hiding his intentions whatsoever, especially when he pushes your leotard to the side, playing with you skin to skin. your hands cover your mouth, not caring about what the other harbingers might think at this point when tartaglia dips a finger inside your entrance, slowly coaxing it in as he watches your expression, choosing to put in a second. the stretch is divine, two of his fingers already proving to be larger and deft, feeling better than whatever you might be able to do to yourself, and you’re confused. how is he touching you so skillfully? as if he’s already familiar with your walls and every crevice, curling the tips of his fingers to hit your favorite spot with every thrust.

you’re unaware of the obscene noises the two of you have been making, painfully unaware of how the jester has already brought this meeting to an end, some of the harbingers completely ignoring you both as they exit, others shaking their heads in disgust. you’re resting your head against your arms on the table, trying your best to hold in your moans despite having no reason to do so at this point while tartaglia gets more bold with his movements, ripping your leotard for better access and movement.

the squelching sounds and your heavy breaths bounce around the walls of the wide hall, ricocheting back towards you, only adding to your nearing release. tartaglia can feel the way you’re tightening around his fingers, fastening his ministrations until you cum. he groans at your pussy convulsing against him, the bulge in his pants growing larger and larger as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“darling, i think you’re gonna have to… work overtime tonight, am i clear?”

cyno x matra afab!reader

you’ve never really been a good subordinate, always skipping out on meetings as you deem them unnecessary, opting out on drinking with your colleagues, never listening to cyno. it’s not like you can help it, honestly. you have your own way of doing things and you still manage to get the job done regardless, so is there really any harm to your methods? technically no, and cyno has yet to really do anything substantial that could threaten your position, so you decide to test his patience.

his patience that apparently isn’t limitless, you’ve figured out. by…well, you know, the way he’s fucking you against the shelves in the house of daena. he’s keeping you captive, trapping your body with his as it takes all of your willpower and concentration to not make any noise—to not attract any attention towards you both. his chest is flush against yours, his cock fully submerged within you as you grip the shelf for some sort of purchase with one hand, the other desperately covering your mouth.

you can feel his breath, hear every groan that escapes his lips right next to your ear, the sensation only turning you on even further as his hand finds its way underneath your shirt, choosing to play with your nipple. he gives a particularly sharp thrust, as if he’s trying to elicit some sort of noise from you, saying something about how he’s been needing a reason to punish you, about he’s been waiting for this “opportunity” for a long time. his words are lost on you, could you not comprehend simple sentences anymore or was he spouting pure nonsense? you’re not sure, your head foggy from how slow he’s going, how he would suddenly snap his hips against yours, how sometimes he’d suckle on the nape of your neck or bite your shoulder, the figure eights on your clit, everything is driving you absolutely insane.

the general mahamatra, someone you figured whose sex drive was nonexistent, is throwing you for a loop today. someone who is more well endowed than you would’ve imagined, someone who’s filling you up oh so perfectly, the head of his dick kissing your cervix in ways that makes stars float right before your eyes.

at this point you’re tempted to place both of his hands on your hips, to urge him to fuck you right then and there in the house of daena, and you do, but all he does is grip your hips tightly, not budging an inch as he smirks against your shoulder.

“this is a punishment, remember? have i fucked you so stupid already that you’ve forgotten?”

➳ an: wow look at all those tags! also i literally have no idea why childe's banner thingy is so fkn blurry compared to the others... akhdkahsd

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[pearlywritings]

hey there… I was casually thinking about how you think Diluc feels when he can’t be intimate with his wife because of his duties as a father, since I imagine the twins barely give him space so he can have couple time with his wife

Frustrated that's for sure. At first he was unfazed and haven't even thought about intimacy - he wanted his wife to recover and he was 100% for being there to aid her on the path of parenthood. But since they were babies and then toddlers, occasional love making and dates were enough to satisfy you both. Until his sons got older and conscious. The moment Diluc knew the two redheads were bound to be troublemakers through their youth - was the moment he made peace with his mind that there was not gonna be a single resting moment with them. Twins are everywhere. With you while you are busy at home, with you when you are outside, lazing on a big bed in their parents' bedroom, playing in their dad's study, running to you or him to show every achievement of theirs… and that's just during the day. During the night though… well, boys missed him and he can't say 'no' when they look at him with sleepy pleading eyes and ask to sleep with mommy and daddy, because they wanna cuddle him. That couple of times boys spotted their parents making out? Diluc wanted to burn in shame, especially since he's already gotten a "problem"… And we don't even start talking about all those times he saw his absolutely gorgeous wife in intimate light and couldn't touch and love her like she deserves. Unsurprisingly, it's Adelinde who saves the day. She too sees her master's frustrations and longing gazes he sends his wife's way. So she suggests that occasionally she could take twins on an adventure away from home, maybe to their uncle's house even and either give all the maids work outside or dismiss them for the time being. Meanwhile Mr and Mrs Ragnvindr could have their quality time together. This gradually solved the issue.

[genericwizard]

trick or treat! :3c

Happy Halloween! For you I have this drabble I wrote during 3.8 With Kaeya and Klee having a lil debrief in bottleland ~

Klee, perceptive as ever, scooches up to Kaeya’s side where he's looking up at the stars inside the illusory domain. His feet dangle off the edge of the overlook.

"Kaeya, are you ok?" She asks earnestly. He doesn't look down at her at first.

"What makes you think I'm not ok? I'm having a great time here in your Auntie's bottle," he tries to assure her.

Klee doesn't respond right away. She looks down at the dirt and huffs a little, as though weary. She looks up at him intently.

"Well, don't you have a brother?" Klee reminds him. Kaeya seems to stir a little at that. He really hadn't expected her to bring it up at all, counting on her to ignore that truth like everyone else politely had.

"It's just... when you asked those brothers to stop fighting, I could tell you weren't just mad," Klee explains. Klee rests her cheek in her palm as she speaks, thinking carefully. "I think they made you sad too. Do you miss your brother?" Klee asked innocently.

Kaeya is brought to silence by it, uncertain what to say. He doesn't like to lie, especially to Klee.

"I think my relationship with my brother is quite different from what these three were going through," Kaeya says instead of answering her.

"Yeah ok but do you? It's OK you can tell me. If you don't want anyone else to know, I won't tell anyone," Klee barrels forward. She's been around him long enough to know why he won't speak about Diluc unless he absolutely has to. But that hadn't been why he's occupied his mind today.

No, Kaeya remembered the last time he went on vacation with Klee. And today's events only served to remind him of that unpleasant memory. It'd been her he'd let down, ruining her fun because at the time, working with Diluc on anything had felt impossible.

Other words of wisdom are reinforced from the day, that like others before him in this domain, time has slowly soothed out the anger, leaving only objective disappointment that he couldn't keep his cool for Klee's sake. And that he wishes things were different.

"It'd be nice, if Diluc could talk as civily as they had," he allows her instead. An honest answer that reveals little. Klee giggles.

"Miss Honorary Knight said that you said you think I'm veeery powerful and can help people talk to each other, so you should let Klee talk to your brother too. That's what it was wasn't it Kaeya? You were jealous that Klee hadn't used her power on you!" She cheers her very forward proposal as though Kaeya had already accepted.

"Well now, I appreciate the thought Klee, but I am not jealous, and Master Diluc is a very busy and intimidating man. You won't be able to speak with him and he won't understand why you're there in the first place," Kaeya dismisses her.

[dcviated]

@babelmedicus​ sent: She is no stranger to the whims of nobility, nor does she lack the knowledge to feign absolute innocence. It is just as she remembers it; a festive ambiance, filled with the chitter-chatter of enthusiastic patrons. The only difference is that Kal'tsit isn't dressed up as a cleric, whose sole purpose was to face the Emperor's Blade alone.

"So, this is what your world is like. I'm afraid that such customs are foreign to me." From the music to the occasion being celebrated, the medic can only turn to Diluc for his input.

But oh, is her mind filled with distinctive memories of another time.  

That she had arrived could be considered a measure of surprise to begin with. An invitation wasn’t hard to offer given his position as well as being the technical host of the gathering. Such events weren’t uncommon at Dawn Winery. Celebrations. Business deals. Other fineries and gatherings that result from prestige and nobility. His name carries weight, even if it felt little on his shoulders compared to that which he sought on the horizon. Even if he put on a mask for these events it was still something that must be dressed for.

After pleasantries and greetings are exchanged the master approaches the surprise visitor. Her greeting is casually dismissive of the atmosphere, but despite the feigned unfamiliarity she seems to fit in just as well as he did. Which was to say- it was made to work despite them both not entirely wishing to be there. There was always other work to be done. Something on the horizon. Something waiting in the shadows. Even here there may be villains in wait.

Diluc quirks his lips into a smile in spite of it all.

“Really? Consider me surprised. I would have assumed as a traveler you would have been exposed to a wealth of familiar situations. Perhaps I’ve overestimated you... hmph, but you certainly appear comfortable enough now. Or perhaps your behavior is part of an act, I can’t say I would be so different... but never mind that. I don’t wish to trouble you with those matters, I trust the food and drink has been to your liking? Seeing as you’re a fan of our wine I insist you try some of the reserve. One of our finest barrels has been opened for the occasion.”

A glass that once contained grape juice is rested on the counter besides the cat-eared woman. The master himself is not much a fan of alcohol after all. His wits are dear to him, and his mind must always be kept sharp even among welcome company like the doctor.

“Do you dance, Kal’tsit?”

[worldly-diversity]

@dilucisms​ ○ 𝕕𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕜𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕒 ○

          ⤷  『  is diluc a bit more tired than his usual tonight ?   ... maybe, if the way he nearly falls asleep in kaeya's drink is any indication; it takes him far longer than usual to mix the thing up, but finally, he slides it across the counter in his little brother's direction.

                      "sorry," he mumbles some moments later, "i'm usually faster than that ..."  』

Though neither of them cared to admit it, it could be said that part of the reason Kaeya so liked frequenting the Angel's Share, aside from gathering information that is, is because it allows him to stay close to the only family he has left, estranged or not.

Tonight, having little better to do as none of the people he could usually get information from were present, he had chosen to take a seat at the bar rather than one of the tables despite risking Diluc's ire by his choice of seating.

However, instead of heated glares and curt dismissals, he finds the other struggling to keep his eyes open, mixing and pouring carefully to avoid accidents and spending quite a bit more time than usual before a glass of his chosen beverage finds itself before him. The apology is what takes the cake, however…

"When was the last time you slept?" It slips out with quite a bit more concern than his usual lighthearted or even teasing tone of voice. He'd meant to tease, in fact, but it appeared he was sufficiently worried that even the veneer of playfulness was difficult to uphold. At least no one else was by the bar to see him act so differently…

Before really bothering to wait for an answer, he glances around until he spots Charles off to the side and slips off his stool. Moments later he returns and Charles is not far behind to replace Diluc at the bar. Kaeya had no intention of letting the man he'd once called brother exhaust himself like that. And for what?

Taking a quick but large sip of his drink he hummed in satisfaction before slipping around to catch the stubborn redhead and slip an arm around the other's waist, and Diluc's own arm over his shoulders.

"Come on you. Charles can handle the service alone tonight, it's quiet enough. Let's get you home, shall we?" And he would absolutely carry Diluc all the way back to the mansion at the Dawn Winery if need be, or his own quarters here at the Knights of Favonius headquarters… But well, he'd rather avoid the fuss and complaints in the morning if Diluc woke up there, honestly.

"Really, what have you been doing while my back was turned?" Surely he hadn't been playing Darknight Hero? It's certainly the most likely reason for the other's current exhaustion however.

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[wyvernne]

it kills me that so many people portray diluc as indiscriminately cruel. he may be cold, and even curt at times, but he’s genuinely a gentleman and it’s so obvious in his voicelines that he cares about others.

[ddarker-dreams]

Hello! This is my first time asking but um what how you think the genshin yans would react if they kidnapped someone only to find out their darling actually liked them back up until they were kidnapped?

that's definitely a moment where darling might start to reflect on their taste ...

Childe 

“Oh... is that so? Well, if I could do it once, then I can do it again.” 

Half glass full approach. Childe somewhat tunes out that whole killjoy part about ‘not liking them anymore’ and really laser focuses in on the fact you used to. That’s the main takeaway here. It’s natural for relationships to have their ups and downs, this is no different. Some seasons are spent in valleys and others up on the mountain tops. If you were hoping for this admission to deter him, you’ll be sorely disappointed. He’s more fired up than ever to rekindle the affection you used to feel. 

Diluc 

“I see. You really...? Ah... I won’t ask for your forgiveness. I only ask that you’ll allow me to take care of you.” 

Don’t be fooled by his aloof response, he’s definitely disheartened over it. This would genuinely catch him off guard because out of all the forms of resistance he was expecting from you, this hits closest to home. Doubts are a poison he absolutely cannot allow to take root. Still, he is still human, and in vulnerable moments he can’t help but wonder if he could’ve gone about this better. The worst questions always start with what if. He does his best to purge this knowledge from his memory, for the worst ghosts that haunt his subconscious are those he can recognize. 

Kaeya

“I promise I won’t bite if you still want to get close to me.” 

Kaeya most definitely noticed, he just weighed out the pros and cons. He decided this was the path he wanted to take regardless. He can be confident in knowing where you are at all times and always has access to you. Your belligerence doesn’t come as a surprise, he didn’t imagine you’d be too thrilled about losing your autonomy. He tries to ‘ease you into it’ using the same charms that made you fall for him in the first place. And well... he did warn you what might happen if you kept pursuing him, not that you ever could’ve imagined what he meant by that. 

Zhongli

“Dearest, there’s no need to jump to conclusions. You’re free to go wherever you please. I’m merely suggesting that I accompany you during these turbulent times. That is all.” 

Zhongli’s ability to deescalate cannot be overstated. Semantics can be a fickle thing, he likes to consider your current situation as a change in housing rather than outright imprisonment. There are no chains on your ankles or locks fastened tight to the door. He feels an intimate relationship can still be maintained in this environment. Arguing with Zhongli is impossible, he’s engaged in so much verbal discourse throughout his thousands of years of life. You won’t make any progress toward convincing him he’s done something wrong. 

Albedo

“Formed attachments can’t be dismissed so easily.” 

Albedo figures that this is a temporary roadblock that he’ll work through with you soon enough. It makes perfect sense that you’re not used to this new, frightening situation; all the more reason for you to cling to what’s familiar (aka him). He thinks that the bond you’ll form due to the extremity of the situation will be stronger than if he courted you the ‘normal’ way. There’s also the added benefit that he needn’t concern himself over outside variables any longer, such as losing you to a romantic rival or the like. He’s unshaken in his decision and will make that obvious to you. 

Xiao

“... I know what you’re trying to do.” 

He doesn’t really, but it seems like the thing to say given the circumstances. He won’t speak any more on the subject yet it frequently occupies his thoughts. Introspection isn’t his forte, so though learning this bothers him, he doesn’t know why it does. Shouldn’t he just be content with how things are? While you do successfully rile him up for a bit, he’s learned not to dwell whenever possible. To do so would welcome unnecessary stress, hindering him in his work of dispatching restless spirits throughout Liyue. Xiao ends up distracting himself to take his mind off things. 

Scaramouche

“Did you think your measly attempts at manipulation would get you anywhere?” 

(It’s getting you somewhere). Internally, he’s panicking, not wanting his face to betray just how upset this revelation makes him. He’s a walking bag of contradictions. On one hand, he thinks he’s entitled to both your love and admiration. On the other, if his own creator saw fit to cast him aside, how much value can he actually possess? The fact you saw value in him despite his many glaring flaws (mostly owing to his cruel personality), and overlooked them... he’s not sure what to make of it. He doesn’t feel guilty so much as he feels disappointment, knowing that he’s missing out on something that could’ve been better. 

Kazuha

“Kidnapping... is a bit of a strong word, wouldn’t you say?” 

Kazuha doesn’t like the “k” word because he’s convinced himself that isn’t what he’s doing. You’re outside! Enjoying the great outdoors! There’s nature, there’s freedom, and he’s sharing the joy of traveling with you. He knows it’s a bit of an adjustment compared to your previous stationary life, but if it’s true you held romantic feelings for him, he thinks that should aid in your adjustment. He’s still the same Kazuha that stirred up passion inside your heart, he’ll reassure. You just get to spend even more time together. He’s actively choosing to look at it this way so that he doesn’t get too dejected about it. 

[moonfishcake]

signs that they like you

some of my headcanons on how Diluc, Childe, Kaeya and Zhongli would act if they had a crush on you - enjoy! cant believe im writing wholesome stuff for once

DILUC

He’s not good at expressing his feelings, and he’s even worse at processing his emotions. He’s in denial about liking you. Poor Diluc doesn’t know that denying isn’t going to make it go away.

His affection towards you is very subtle, and most people wouldn’t even notice something is different about the way he treats you. Has Master Diluc always been clumsy with the glasses, or do his hands get surprisingly shaky whenever you’re around? Is he just tired and irritable today, or does he lose his train of thought whenever you look at him with those wide, innocent eyes?

Whenever you lean in particularly close or when the sunshine streaks your hair just right, the tips of his ears get red. He gets grumpy, too, and you’re left confused as to what you did to upset him.

He has a clear preference for your company over everyone else’s. While he frowns at the knights and tells them to leave after a particularly rowdy night at the tavern, he turns to look at you with a softer expression and says that you are welcome to stay. He invites you to spend time with him at his manor - he wants to get to know you, to spend time with you, to entertain you. At the same time, he can also be standoffish, quiet, serious whenever you’re alone with him. It’s easy to mistake his silence for irritation, but in truth he’s just trying not to get flustered, trying to calm his raging heart. How can he look you in the eye without forgetting what he was saying?

He finds these feelings bothersome and frightening. But that’s not to say he would ever be mean to you, or try to chase you off. No, the last thing he’d ever want is you leaving, but he’s also too scared to reach for you and bare his heart.

Your safety is his absolute priority. He respects your ability to protect yourself, but in his eyes danger is lurking around every corner. That’s why sometimes you have to sit through an hour long lecture on why you shouldn’t wander around the woods during the night, or why you should stop visiting his tavern at such late hours. If anyone lays so much as a scratch on you or makes you upset, he sees red. Remember that Abyss Mage? Yeah. It doesn’t matter if it’s a tavern drunk, knight or archon - he is ready to put his life on the line to ensure you are safe and sound. Honestly, if you let him, he’d always carry you in his arms, to make sure nothing can ever harm you.

The compliments are going to be...unconventional. He’s not meaning to woo or manipulate you, everything he says comes from the bottom of his heart. That’s why he rarely compliments you on superficial things like new earrings or a different hairstyle. Sure, they look nice - you always look beautiful, even when you barge into his tavern after a particularly heavy rainfall or an arduous day. But he picks up the little, more personal things about you - your intelligence, your kindness, your sense of humour. He will see your best qualities even when you cannot see them. And because his comments are so honest, they can feel a bit flustering, but in a good way.

If you frequent the pub, expect to see him there too. He starts serving instead of his staff more often, but dismisses everyone who brings it up. His staff grow anxious that he’ll one day fire them altogether, seeing he has no qualms working late night shifts... whenever you’re in the near vicinity. 

Another telltale sign that Diluc likes you is him touching you -  fleeting touches of your fingers when he retrieves your glass or helps you up after a battle, a gentle hand on your lower back as he helps you navigate the crowd after a particularly rowdy Mondstadt festival, a gentle brush of knuckles to remove a dandelion seed from your hair. He’s generally very conservative with touching and being touched, but there is some leniency when it comes to you.

While verbalizing these feelings and telling you how precious you are to him is difficult, he expresses his affection through thoughtful actions. He remembers your favorite order, or the type of drinks you like to have for each mood. He saves your favorite spot, the one by the window, because he knows how much you like to reflect as you gaze off to the bustling street. You’re interested in a specific subject or want to develop a new skill? No worries, Diluc pretty much gathered all of the material you’ll need and developed the most effective action plan for your learning. Is there something in your life that’s giving you trouble? Diluc will stay up late until whatever problem that’s eating away at your heart is solved. You’re taking a trip to Liyue? Don’t worry, he’ll help you plan out the best route and sightseeing locations based on your likes and dislikes. If you complain about having a particularly annoying bookshelf that you can’t fix, he’ll show up at your doorstep the next day. He wants to make your life comfortable and easier.

Whatever issue you might have, come to Diluc and he will take care of it. And more importantly, he’ll talk it through with you to ensure it doesn’t happen again. It’s not that he doesn’t like helping you - it’s quite the opposite - but he wants to see you thrive as a person. He will encourage and help you pursue your dreams, give you advice and support, but may sometimes even come off as harsh if certain things in your life do not do you any favours. At the end of the day, he cares about your happiness above everything else.

He is surprisingly forgiving of your errors, as long as they do not cause you harm. While others see him as rather stern and tough, he is a lot mellower when it comes to you. Don’t let that grumpy expression trick you. He has a soft spot for you.

And lastly, he smiles when you’re around. You make him forget all the grief and pain he had to suffer through in his past. You make him forget the burdens of being the protector of Mondstadt, heir to the Dawn Winery, his convoluted relationship with Kaeya and the Knights.

You give him hope that he can be happy again. With you.

CHILDE

Unless you’re another level of dense, you will probably know. And even if you are really dense, he will probably just tell you himself.

He has... a very layered personality. I could write a thesis on him alone, but I’ll try to keep it simple for this post. Chances are, if he really does like you, he’d prefer if you didn’t see those layers anyways. Ignorance can be bliss, and Childe wholeheartedly believes that to be the case.

Prepared to be wooed. Unfortunately for you, this man is cunning and excellent at reading people, so he’ll quickly catch on to what flusters you the most. And once he does, you’ll be putty in his hands (at least in his mind).

Do you like gifts? He’ll arrange for Liyue’s finest silks and jewellery. Do you prefer words of affirmation? He’ll find qualities you’re most insecure about, and find ways to praise them. Do you get flustered whenever he touches you? He’ll lean in close when you least expect it and brush his lips across your cheek. He reads you like an open book.

He likes to see all of your emotions. Sometimes he’s sweet and funny because he wants to see you smile, sometimes he’s suggestive and flirty because he wants to see you blush and sometimes he’s mean and teasing because he thinks your angry expression is cute (he actually has a sadistic streak reserved just for you). You’re adorable to him no matter what you say or do.

I honestly don’t think he’d be very vocal about his emotions - he’d prefer to show his affection.

He pampers you. He’ll shower you in gifts, and since he’s rather perceptive and manipulative, he’ll use them to worm himself into your heart. If there’s something you mentioned needing, you’re going to find it the next day at your doorstep. If there was a particular piece that caught your eye in the market, he’ll proudly bestow it upon you. 

He doesn’t mind if you use him, in fact, he revels in it. He’s infinitely generous to you, not just when it comes to gifts. He is willing to do anything to make you happy, you just have to say the word. If there is a play you want to see or a place you want to visit, he will arrange that. Whatever your heart desires, he’ll find a way to give you - even if it’s the world itself at your feet.

One telltale sign that he likes you is that he gets touchy and clingy! He probably masks it with his flamboyant nature and jokes, but he does crave that connection, the closeness. While he’s not going to open up to you, he might just envelop you in a crushing hug sometimes, without saying anything. He likes to pat you on the head or ruffle your hair a lot, especially if you are shorter than him. If you reciprocate his touch, he will probably get flustered, but pretend as though he’s not.

He expresses his affection by making every minute you spend with him a memory. He’s spontaneous and so difficult to predict, so it can be stressful at times when you’re getting ready for bed only to have him pop up at your doorstep to take you out for stargazing. He’ll pull you for a dance to a street musician’s melody, he’ll challenge you to a game of chess at his office, he’ll take you fishing at that one special spot that’s always infested with hilichurls. He wants to be the only person you think about when you’re with him, so any outing he is anything but ordinary.

Your safety is one thing that you never have to worry about when you’re with him (or even when he’s not around, really) - he seems it as his duty to ensure no harm comes to you. He’s very protective of you, and he does not mind acting behind the scenes to ensure you are safe and happy. His protectiveness culminates into possessiveness and jealousy, even when the two of you are not in a relationship. He’s passive aggressive about people who try to woo you, but you can see it in his eyes. He’s not joking.

Another way to tell that he cares about you is the fact that he is quite tight lipped about his work as a Harbinger. He would prefer to keep you out of this altogether, like his siblings - but if you know already, he prefers to keep your involvement to minimum. It’s frustrating how closed off he is about some of his deeper emotions and his trauma, but in his own twisted way of seeing things, protecting you from knowing about his past is the ultimate expression of love.

He wants you to put your worries and stressors on him instead of yourself. He wants you to rely on him, he wants to bear your burdens so you can live a happy, stress-free life. If there’s anyone in Liyue that’s causing you trouble, he’ll use his network and connections to sort it for you. If you need advice, he’s more than happy to lend you an ear and a helping hand. Unlike Diluc, who wants you to eventually become self-reliant, Childe would actually prefer you to rely on him forever - he wants to be your hero! At the end of the day, he wants to feel useful to you.

Because he views the world through such a distorted lens of violence and strength, it would be important for him to show off his strength. Sometimes, when he takes you for a quick stroll, it just so happens that you’re ambushed by a band of treasure hoarders whom he easily defeats. He thrives in the role of a giver - he wants to give you his protection, to put on a show for you, to impress you. He’d probably show off his skill in battle, his ability to wield such a wide range of weapons and take down his opponents in a matter of seconds. It can be a little... chilling, hearing him talk about bloodshed so casually.

He shows off all the time, actually! He wants to impress you. It’s usually those little things that count - showing off how tall and helpful he is when he fetches you something off the higher shelf, showing off his resourcefulness and intelligence when he helps you solve any challenge you stumble across, showing off how strong and reliable he is when he goes in for an arm wrestle during one of Liyue’s festivals.

No matter what happens, Childe promises, he will always be your knight.

And he does not break promises.

KAEYA

Just Diluc, Kaeya puts on a facade of his own - a frivolous, sarcastic knight - so it might be difficult to spot his feelings right away. Unlike Diluc, he’s a bit more attuned to his emotions - so he knows what’s happening and that you’re the root cause of it all. 

There is so much banter between the two of you, it almost feels like he reserves his wittiest comebacks just for you. He’s playfully teasing you almost nonstop, with just enough serious talk to make you stick around. So a good sign that he likes you romantically is that he teases you more than anyone else. It’s never mean or insulting, but he knows what buttons to push to get a reaction from you. Nothing brings him more glee than you rolling your eyes or pulling at your hair. 

At first, he is going to express his feelings through sarcasm or humour -  he’s probably going to joke around about dating or marrying you, but it comes off as teasing and infuriating to you. He does mean it to a certain extent - he just wouldn’t be able to say it in a serious, confident manner. He’s scared to open up his heart to you, and he’s scared to vocalize those feelings again, after so many years.

When he realizes how serious his feelings are, he may become hot and cold all of the sudden. One day he’s all smiles and charms, pulling you for a drink or for a refreshing midnight stroll. Don’t worry, he murmurs into your ear sensually, I will protect you. On those days he teases you even more than everyone else, like a school boy pulling his crush’s braids.

And then on other days, he’s a different person. You come to greet him with a good natured smile, but his eyes are cold, his nod is curt and he excuses himself almost immediately. He disappears from your life altogether, to the point that you start to worry something has happened to him... Or that you did something to upset him.

In truth it is a very natural expression of fear. He doesn’t know how to confront and express his feelings well; and he feels so deeply that he gets scared. After all, he brings misfortune to everyone around him. Surely you would be safer without him around? 

But even if he tries to stay away, it never truly lasts. You’re just so magnetic to him, like the sun - days without you are bleak and boring, and he feels himself spiralling into anger and sadness the longer he goes without seeing you. 

A good indication that he likes you is that he invites you for walks, to the secret places he has discovered while exploring by himself. These are very personal to him, loaded with emotions buried in his past. Taking you to these places is the ultimate form of him opening up to you, showing how dear you are to him. He’ll usher you over to a quiet place where he can get to know you without interruptions, and where he can have you all for himself, selfishly.

He would become more touchy with you, a comforting hand on your shoulder, a mischievous swipe of fingertips across your waist, a fleeting moment of your fingers interlocking when he claims he needs you to follow closely, as the path is a dangerous one. 

He will gravitate towards you. Whenever in the Knight’s Quarters or the Tavern, he’s stood closeby, with his eyes trained on you. If you make eye contact, he’ll try to fluster you by winking or cocking his eyebrow, but the truth is he’s very protective of you. He feels more at ease with you in his sight, though he wouldn’t easily admit it. 

He is... manipulative. Not necessarily in the bad sense. He’s so playful and teasing and good natured around you, carefully hiding away the more mischievous and cunning side of him, to make sure you feel at ease when you talk to him. And that’s when he moves onto stage two, where he carefully coaxes out information that he will later use to get closer to you - what you like and dislike, your hobbies, food you like to eat, places you want to see. You’ll probably even forget telling him all of those things amidst the playful banter, and then he’ll surprise you with your favorite flowers and your ideal date. He meticulously plans everything to ensure you will end up liking and enjoying your time with him... and even though it is a bit manipulative, you’re happy, so there’s no harm in it, is there?

He always listens to what you have to say. It might be the most trivial thing to you, but it has his full attention. He loves hearing your voice, and he’s excellent at keeping the conversation going with some witty banter sprinkled here and there. As soon as you open your mouth to speak, you have his undivided attention, and if you are perceptive enough, you’ll see his eye sparkle and his lips curl into a genuine, adoring smile.

Every moment you spend together is important to him, and he makes sure to remember everything you tell him - even the little insignificant things like a distant childhood memory of how you got the tiny scar on your elbow, or estrangled friend from Liyue who never returned your favorite book.

If he’s serious and quiet with you, that’s another good pointer that he’s comfortable enough to let his defences down, and lets you see him for all that he is. Not just a confident, flirty Cavalry Captain, but the deeply wounded man who is still chased by the shadows of his past. Being able to see him so emotionally vulnerable is a rare moment, a gift, only you are allowed to unravel. 

If you ever feel down, he quickly changes over to his serious persona, and lends you a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. He can be surprisingly delicate and careful with you despite all the teasing he does, and that’s when his affection for you truly shines through. He’s attentive, and his main priority is to make you feel better - and if he’s known you long enough, chances are he knows just the recipe needed to do that. 

Sometimes, when you’re together, he suddenly stops talking, cups his chin, tilts his head and thinks. It can be frightening, when Kaeya, Kaeya who never shuts up, suddenly goes mute, lost in such deep thought. Do you bore him? Is he upset? Is he planning something mischievous? Your head is probably going to be racing with thoughts. The truth is far more simple - he’s just thinking about you.

He would confess his love in the most romantic way imaginable - all that time he spent learning about you is really going to pay off here. It’s going to be something very unique and special to you, down to the last detail, which is sure to make your heart flutter. 

He doesn’t think he deserves you. But he likes to think that one day, with your help, he will.

ZHONGLI

Zhongli would actually be quite difficult to decipher. He’s quite reserved and conservative with his expressions of affection, and to top it off he’s the definition of a gentleman.

Interestingly enough, he does express his feelings to you verbally, but he does it in such a complex, metaphorical way that you will not be able to decipher it unless you’re a 500 year old scholar. His words are flowery and contrived, like poetry, that it’s almost as though he intends for you to miss their true meaning. 

He spends a significant amount of time with you, sharing stories and meaningful conversations - if there’s ever the story you’re particularly curious about, he’ll take meticulous care to tell you what happened in great detail, his voice growing more animated, his face more vivid with expression. While he loves sharing stories and knowledge with everyone, he reserves this special method of storytelling for you only. 

A telltale sign that Zhongli likes you is the way he talks about you to others. He’s seen so many great things, great people, great deities throughout his lifetime, yet when he speaks about you, you’re nothing short of a miracle. His eyes grow distant and his expression softens when he envisions your smile, your eyes, your entire form. 

His adoration is also evident when he showers you in compliments - for your appearance, your conduct, your personality. Just like Diluc, he’s likely to compliment you on qualities you were not even aware you had. 

Another excellent indicator that he may feel affection towards you is that he will literally drop everything if you ask him for help. It’s honestly impressive that you have a literal god at your beck and call. It doesn’t have to be anything urgent, really. You can say something like ‘Oh and by the way, if you have time tomorrow...’ and trust me, he’ll make time tomorrow. He’ll be there early, just for you.

It’s quite subtle, but he also makes an effort to learn things about you. He’s not going to pressure you to talk, but each time you mention something personal, his gaze grows sharper, mind focused on grasping and carefully storing away each little detail. 

This is why he’s the perfect gifter! Unlike Childe, who pretty much drowns you with just about everything you have the misfortune of looking at, Zhongli will give you thoughtful gifts. He is quite perceptive and a good judge of character, so he can think of presents that you need but don’t yet realize. Or it can be something very intimate and personal to you, or to your and his relationship, which makes the gift and gift giving all the more personal. 

When he likes you, he is also very attentive to your needs. That’s why when he invites you for an outing, he usually considers what you would enjoy the most at the current moment. Do you look like you’re in a mood for a lavish dinner? Did you have a stressful day and need to unwind in nature? Zhongli spends so much time getting to know Liyue from scratch that he pretty much knows all the best spots now, and he’s set on showing you each one.

During these outings, you’ll notice his prolonged gazes. Even when you’re out there admiring nature, the budding flowers or a particularly brave family of deers by the lakeside, his eyes are on you only - both gentle, and passionate. After all, you are the only one he wishes to admire. He’s always the gentleman though, with his hands folded behind his back, and a respectable distance between the two of you. Sometimes, his gaze lingers for too long, and you do catch him in the act. He merely clears his throat and apologizes - ‘I forget myself,’ he says.

Because he knows you so well, you can always depend on him for help and advice. While he does help everyone who comes to him, you do get the special treatment with how intensely he listens to your worries, and how carefully he weights and considers his response. Anything short of excellent is not acceptable when it comes to you. 

His affection for you also manifests in his need to understand your world better. If there are particular things that you involve yourself in or things that are important to you, he will put in great effort and care to familiarize himself with them as well. It might be something as simple as visiting the neighborhood bakery you talk about so much, or eating one of your favorite childhood meals. He wants to discuss these experiences with you.

While he’d usually prefer to go exploring by himself, if he likes you, he’ll ask you to join! He has so many tourist spots noted down, and he’d love if you were there with him when he experienced them for the first time. He wants to associate his new life as a mortal with you, a make memories with you by his side. After all, you always have such good insight. You always mention things he’d never even think about - that’s one of the many things he loves about you. 

Your health and wellbeing is always a priority to him. He does not mean to demean you, but in his eyes, you are so very fragile, so he cannot help but worry each time you do not get enough sleep or overwork yourself. So he’s always asking you - have you eaten, did you sleep well, are you feeling under the weather? He always walks you home at night, and he always checks with your friends and family to see that you’re taking care of yourself. Liyue’s unpredictable weather stresses him out the most - he’s always paranoid that you’re going to catch a cold, so whenever the two of you go anywhere, he insists on bringing an umbrella, or at least staying near a shelter. 

While Zhongli always looks nice, I think if he liked you, he’d put in extra effort to be absolutely dashing. He knows he’s handsome and irresistible, so he wants to capitalize on that appeal. He finds your blushing face and wandering eyes endearing. 

At the end of the day, Zhongli will take things slow with you - that’s just in his nature. His affection for you will gradually unravel and grow more and more noticeable, until he finally vocalizes his feelings to you. 

In all of his years, he never once claimed to have seen a miracle. And yet now one was standing right in front of him. 

[senpiecakes]

A Million More Tries ft. Diluc!

Notes: I had a job interview today for Starbucks and I got the job! :D I edited this one on the way to the interview. Also, my mom called me a little weirdo when I told her I only write sad stuff.

Summary: Inspired by Mitski’s Pink in the Night, recommend listening to it while reading, it adds to the experience.

Warning/s: Angst, some comfort, implied unrequited love and toxic relationship.

Theme/s: Implied one-sided/unrequited love, red flags through rose-colored glasses, angst to mild comfort and some heartbreak.

Character: Diluc!

It’s always said that the first love is the one that hurts the most. You never thought that it meant when you would break up, not when you two are still together. You were so innocent at that time- full of love enough to offer the entire world. And your world happened to be Diluc. You were absolutely smitten with the Young Master of Dawn Winery when he showed you the simplest form of kindness a gentleman can give, and you fell hard and fast. Even now, you still are. Since he was your first love, you put your dedication and time into showing how much you loved Diluc. Acts of service, words of affirmation, gift-giving, every form of love language you had just for Diluc and Diluc alone. Even though you had no trouble expressing yourself and how much you adore him, Diluc had the hardest of times trying to reciprocate it. Many were aware he was closed off, but you didn’t know that it would be to this extent. At first, you put up with it because you knew that he would have a hard time trying to open up when you found out what had happened in his past. It seems as though, months bleeding into a couple years, that things have barely changed with him.

You weep and cry in the dark hours of the night, convincing yourself over and over that Diluc just needs time to get used to sharing his life with you, despite how hurt you felt when it seemed that you two had separate existences under the same roof. He’ll love you eventually right? Sometimes you wonder, if it was you who was doing something wrong. Was it your fault he acted so distant? Maybe you came off too strong, asking him to be in a relationship he was too afraid to say no to. Maybe you’d push past his boundaries of comfort and he didn’t have the heart to say no. However, everytime you’d ask about it, Diluc would give you the vaguest of answers and you’d stop giving him affection for a short while to make sure. When Diluc would notice, the first thing he would do was to come home and immediately would go in your arms looking for comfort. You kiss him tenderly, hold him without thought throughout the night, love him with all the energy you can offer in hopes he may return the same. But it’s always the same type of heartache when he would dismiss you again, turn away from you, isolate himself and only turn to you when he needs it- because you both know that you are an anchor he needs to preserve his self worth. You would never turn him away. You once held onto the belief that he loves you as much as you did with him, but now, you only hope and pray that he carries some form of likeness to you. You love him to the best of your ability, you shouldn’t be afraid to ask him to do the same, yet you are.

When Diluc does show you love; it often feels restrained, forced, and fast. You try to savor and compile each kiss, each hug, each intimate moment that was as fleeting as Diluc’s time spent with you.

“Please, kiss me like this a thousand times more, a million times more.” You think in those moments when you two would share a kiss. Diluc always kept it short and sweet, yet you lingered, heart aching as you felt the cold settle on your lips when he retracted himself from you. You would never dare to ask for more, instead thinking it had been you who made him want to withdraw from you.“Let me try again, and again, and again.”

In truth, Diluc loves you too. It pains him to see you approach him with puffy eyes and airy voice from times spent crying because of him. He catches you sometimes beyond the walls of your shared room, having battles with yourself, criticizing your appearance in the mirror as if there was something wrong. He would hear you tell the maids: “What am I doing wrong? What is it about me that he cannot seem to love?'' Diluc’s heart wrenches when he hears you doubt yourself, hate yourself, ache and agonize all because he doesn’t have the strength to show you the littlest form of assurance. He hated himself for having most of his relationships broken with the weight of his trauma, his stubbornness and wanting to keep those he loves at an arm's length in fear of abandonment and betrayal. Even still, you're always so patient to stay with him and love him as you would with no other than him. He cannot utter the words I love you, when he wants to so badly. Words that hold so much weight- heavier than the darkness of his past- yet you say it so carelessly, so unabashed, meaning everything you’ve ever told him. You brightened his once cold, dull world with your warm and cheerful self. If only he was as free as you. If only he could better himself for you.

When Diluc would set out to protect Mondstadt, you would be there to see him go and in the only way he knows he can, would reaffirm you when his hands land on your cheek before he leaves- always on the verge of wanting to say something he cannot.

“You look remarkable today.”, “I’ll be back home to you.”, “Tell me about your day, okay?”, “I’ll keep you safe.”. “I love you.”

Instead, he could only stare at your wide eyes, gleaming with hope, waiting for him to say something as his fingers brush through your hair. Diluc could only watch you deflate and exhaust when he would subconsciously purse his lips and turn away, leaving without a word. Tonight however, you weren’t present to see him off. Perhaps you were too tired of waiting for something that’ll never come to you. Tired of having to see him go and leave without anything to say. At least in this way, you didn’t have to see him look at you with that gaze that made you break. You were curled up in your bed, feigning sleep to distract yourself from the ache that bubbled in your stomach, when you heard Diluc’s footsteps come up and into the bedroom. He stops at the door frame and you lay there unmoving until he approaches you. You feel the bed sink as he sits, and then his hand on your head. You still and the pain in your stomach forces tears to your eyes as you feel the tenderness of his actions, wishing he would show the same when you needed it the most.

“I’ll come home to you, Y/N.” He mumbles, placing a gentle kiss on the back of your head. “I’m sorry.” You flinch and rise before Diluc could leave, grabbing his hand as he looks to see you awake. He looked surprised, not because you were awake, but because he sees you crying. A heartbreaking sight to him as you could only hold onto his fingers pathetically.

“I love you.” You tell him against your sobs. “I love you, okay?” Diluc’s breath rose and fell as he tentatively went back, held your face in his hands and became the one to kiss you first. You had no time to be shocked. You melted in his touch, heart racing and past fears dissolving in Diluc’s deepening kiss. He didn't pull away when you wrapped your arms around his neck. It was only until you needed to breathe that he pulled himself back, an apologetic look on his face. You selfishly wanted him to do it again and again and again until you couldn’t breathe, until you would be satisfied. When he surprisingly did, Diluc kissed away your tears and pressed his forehead against your own.

“I love you, Y/N.” He says, sparing you one last glance before turning to leave. You are wistful as you sleep that night- regretting ever thinking that Diluc doesn’t love you. Your mind was eased of those countless fears and nights you spent doubting your unyielding love. Diluc really, truly, does love you and if he could show you without having the constraints of his past holding him back, he would, a million times over. He wants to start again- to make up for those days lost to him at the honeymoon peak of your relationship when he should have been as carefree as you were. The process would be slow and you would have to be patient with him again, but you would start over for him, a million times more.

[tellerluna-stories]

a distant dream (or was it, really?)

PAIRING: diluc x reader !!

GENRE: mindless, sappy fluff. mutual pining. listen, blame it on diluc okay he’s been living in my head rent free—

TW/CW: n/a.

A/N: no i don’t like diluc *unlocks phone and accidentally reveals the thousands of diluc edits i have saved* do i look like i have a crush on him *drops notebook full of fanfic WIPs solely for him* that’s stupid ahaha do i look like i would dream about him and then write a fic based off of that *discreetly deletes gallery folder full of my screencaps of diluc*

“Excuse me.”

The redhead gently prodded your shoulder, but you didn’t respond. Or rather, you couldn’t respond— for you were soundly asleep, right on the bar counter of Angel’s Share. An untouched glass of ice-water lay just out of your reach, moisture already beginning to bead down the clear surface like raindrops on a window-pane.

Diluc sighed and slid into the seat next to yours, propping his arm on the countertop. “You need to wake up. All the other customers have gone home and it’s closing time.”

Your eyelashes flutter once, twice, then returned to absolute stillness. The bizarre urge to gently prod your cheek with his finger crossed his mind, but he quickly nipped the thought in the bud; no matter how soft your face looked, it was ungentlemanly to disturb a person who was sleeping. Especially if that person was one whom he wished to court—

“…five more minutes, ‘luc.” A voice murmured hazily, bringing him back to reality in the blink of an eye; for a brief moment, Diluc thinks that he wouldn’t mind hearing you say that every morning for the rest of his life.

You frowned slightly in your sleep, fumbling blindly as you reached out to where you had heard his voice come from.

The crease in your brow disappeared as soon as your hand found its home in his, and you whispered, “Just… let me rest for five minutes, then…“ Unable to finish, your eyes fluttered shut once more, lulled back into a peaceful rhythm of deep, steady breaths. After a long day’s work, there was nothing (short of one of Klee’s extra-large Jumpty-Dumpty bombs) that could wake you up now.

“…I did tell you to go ahead.” He said quietly, the sound of his voice echoing through the empty tavern. “You should’ve listened to me and gone home instead of waiting for me. Now we’re both stuck here.”

But then again, Diluc reflected as your fingers curl tightly around his palm, perhaps your reason of staying was the same reason he was savouring this moment right now. Perhaps, perhaps… could he really hope that you stayed simply because you enjoyed his presence as much as he did yours?

He dismissed the thought quickly; that was a question he would have to answer later. For now, the problem to solve would be the issue of how to get you home.

Gingerly, Diluc lifted your arm to drape it over his shoulders, bracing himself for the struggle of carrying a sleeping person without waking them. But to his surprise, your arms instinctively intertwined around his neck in a sleepy embrace, tightening ever so slightly as you curled closer to his chest.

He inhaled sharply; any closer, and you would feel the ever-quickening heartbeat that pounded against his ribcage. Surely, it wasn’t loud enough to wake you…

“…Warm.” You mumbled, and nudged your head into the crook of his neck (be still, fickle heart!). The dark circles under your eyes told him everything— you hadn’t been sleeping well as of late, just as he had suspected.

“I can’t sleep ‘cause I keep thinking of what I have to do,” You had complained only a couple of days ago, after getting chastised by Diluc about how sleeping late was bad for your health. “So I just get up and work on those things instead, and only then I can sleep. But it’s fine, I promise! You won’t catch me dozing off at random places, no sir.”

A rueful smile curved upon Diluc’s lips; so much for that lofty statement of yours, then.

“…What am I going to do with you?”

[chilucult]

posting my chiluc smut here first bc I don't have an ao3 account (yet)! will post the ao3 link once I get an account and get it posted.

again, this is smut, minors begone.

also, this is my first fic ever, so feel free to roast me.

another warning, this is long (~10k words)

fic under the cut!

The Fatui Harbinger had been coming to the Angel’s Share for the past few nights. He called himself “Childe”. Diluc was not very fond of him, what with him being with the Fatui and all, but he was a paying customer, so Diluc treated him as he did every other patron. Diluc just wished this Childe guy would treat him like every other bartender.

“Can I get another shot? Pretty please, oh pretty barkeep?” Ajax batted his eyes at Diluc, noticing the man give a slight eye roll before he began to pour the Harbinger his requested shot.

Ajax had been trying to get the attention of this particular bartender for some nights now. When he had first entered the Angel’s Share tavern, his sight had tunnel-visioned on the entrancing man behind the bar with fiery red hair. Ajax knew he had to have him. The bartender, Diluc, his name tag read, was not as perceptive to Ajax’s advances as he had hoped he would be.

Diluc set down the shot he had ordered in front of him, jerking him out of his musings. “Would you like me to add this to your tab, sir?” Diluc asked him, all business. Oh, but Ajax would never tire of hearing the man’s voice, wanting to hear how it sounded when it was screaming his name.

Ajax cocked his head to the side to appreciate the view from a different angle. “Yes, please; and like I said, call me Childe.” He tried not to get discouraged when he saw Diluc scoff a bit. “Actually, you can call me anything you like,” he shot back with a wink.

Diluc only scoffed again, wiping down a glass from another customer. “I’m not going to call you by some made-up name. ‘Childe’ is ridiculous, anyway,” he explained, choosing to ignore the wink the Fatui man had sent him.

Ajax downed his shot easily, smirking slightly at Diluc’s raised eyebrow. “I told you that you could call me anything you want. Although, I certainly didn’t mind ‘sir’ either, if that’s what you’re into,” Ajax all but purred, his eyes half lidded in intent.

Diluc chuckled a bit sarcastically at that. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he shot back, only resorting to responding in such a manner because the Harbinger was pushing his buttons.

Ajax leaned forward on the bar, getting closer to the man of his desires. “Oh I would absolutely love to know just exactly what you’re into,” he whispered darkly, knowing that Diluc could still hear his every word. Ajax mentally pumped his fist when he saw Diluc inhale sharply at that.

Diluc narrowed his eyes at the man in front of him. “Are you... flirting with me?” he asked, genuinely unsure.

Ajax’s eyes widened at the question before he sat back on his barstool with a laugh. “‘Am I flirting with you?’! Um, yeah, actually, have been for the past few days,” he laughs again, thinking it absurd that it took Diluc this long to figure out. “But thanks for noticing, I guess.” He still shook his head to himself, wondering if he had lost his flirting skills or if Diluc was just particularly dense.

Diluc felt his cheeks start to heat up, and quickly turned his back to the Harbinger. The Harbinger that was flirting with him. Diluc couldn’t understand why. The man was clearly out of Diluc’s league, surely he hadn’t missed all the other patrons in the tavern staring at him, had he? So, as he fiddled with empty glasses, wiping them down just to have something to occupy his hands with, he softly asked, “Why?”

Ajax tore his eyes from where he was blatantly staring at Diluc’s ass to meet the man’s hesitant eyes looking over his shoulder. “Why? Are you kidding me? You’re kidding right?” Diluc broke their eye contact, shyly looking down at the floor, which was not what Ajax wanted. “I don’t think we have time to cover my entire list of reasons, Red.” Diluc looked back at him questioningly, both at the nickname and the statement.

“You just look so... breathtaking.” Diluc turned back around to face Ajax, but couldn’t meet his eyes just yet. “Since I first saw you a few nights ago, I knew I just had to have you. I wanna know how beautiful you look when you let your hair down, what kinds of noises you’ll make when I pull on it. Wanna know how you sound after I’ve broken you, how you’ll look after I’ve made a mess of you,” Ajax murmured, slowly standing from his stool and crowding into Diluc as much as he could with the bar between them. He smirked victoriously when he saw Diluc breathing a bit heavier, his cheeks flushed a bright pink.

A loud clang from somewhere in the tavern jolted them apart, someone probably having knocked over their drink. Diluc’s eyes darted about the place, hoping no one had seen them just now. “Oh my- gods, you can’t say stuff like that here, I’m working,” he seethed, attempting to convey his annoyance, but knowing the Harbinger could probably see right through him.

“Not here?” Ajax repeated, a feral grin beginning to grow on his face. “So I could do it, say, in your bedroom?” He asked suggestively.

Diluc couldn’t deny his attraction to the Fatui man. He was hot, what could Diluc say? He had just never thought the man would be interested in him, but he had clearly been wrong. Plus, the things that he had been talking about did sound rather enticing...

He lowered his voice, praying to the gods that none of the other patrons in the tavern could hear what he was saying. “If I say yes, will you quit... teasing me for the rest of my shift?”

Ajax pulled away a bit, suddenly serious. “Hey now, don’t make it sound like I’m forcing you. If you really want me to cut it out and leave, just say the word and I’ll be gone.” He couldn’t stop the small smirk from gracing his lips as he said his next words. “But something tells me that you really don’t want me to stop.”

Diluc flushed, averting his eyes once again. “Do you think I would even consider going home with you if I didn’t want it?” He whispered, embarrassed to have to admit his desires, but also wanting to make his intentions clear.

Ajax grinned wickedly. “Perfect,” he purred. “So when do you get off work, Red?”

Diluc pouted slightly at the nickname before he glanced at the clock on the wall. “In... a little less than an hour. Think you can be patient for that long?”

“If I get to take you home? I’d wait forever,” Ajax grinned easily. He could see Diluc’s cheeks redden, but could also see the weak glare the man sent his way. “Fine, fine. I’ll leave you to work in peace.”

For the next hour, Diluc tried to carry on with his work normally, he really tried. Yet, he found it impossible to ignore the stirring of emotions in his gut. He was excited for the night ahead, yes, but there was also nervousness and anxiety eating away at him. He knew he wasn’t the most... experienced person out there. He had only ever slept with one girl years ago, finding it not to his liking. He had never even been with a man (unless you count that one guy he made out with a few years back). He hoped his inexperience wouldn’t be a dealbreaker for the man.

He also found it hard to ignore the presence of the Harbinger. He had kept his word, not making any more moves at Diluc, but Diluc couldn’t shake the feeling of the other man’s eyes tracking his every movement. Every so often when Diluc would sneak a peek at him, he would find the Harbinger shamelessly staring at him, eyes roaming over his body slowly, hungrily. He couldn’t help the flush in his cheeks, nor the way he fidgeted self-consciously with his apron.

When Charles came to finally relieve Diluc of his bartending duties, he could see the clear excitement in the Harbinger’s eyes. Diluc took off his apron, leaning in close to the man to whisper, “Meet me out back.” He almost laughed at the way the man bolted from his seat.

Ajax was waiting patiently behind the tavern for only a few minutes before the fiery redhead made his appearance. “So, where to, Red?” His lips twitched into a small smile as they began walking, noticing that Diluc was just slightly shorter than him.

Diluc grumbled to himself, “Since you’ve been coming to the tavern for days, I would’ve hoped you’d bother to read my name tag once.” He continued when the man beside him chuckled, nodding his head in the direction of the city gates. “The manor is a bit outside the city, hope you don’t mind a bit of a walk.”

Ajax cut himself off from the smooth retort of I’d walk to the ends of the earth to get you into bed with me to look at Diluc inquisitively. “Wait... manor?”

Diluc went on to explain that he owned the winery in Mondstadt, as well as the large manor house that was on the property. He also mentioned that he owned the tavern they were just at, internally preening at the impressed look on the Harbinger’s face.

After that, a silence fell between the two as they walked. Diluc didn’t seem to be one to make small talk much, and Ajax was perfectly fine just taking in the scenery, not feeling the need to run his mouth for once. It was comfortable.

Diluc was infinitely glad that he dismissed his house staff early each night, comforted by the fact that there would be no interruptions. As soon as he walked through the front door, his back was being shoved against the hard wood, the gasp he let out being swallowed by the incessant lips capturing his own. His eyes fell closed as he was kissed breathless against the door, a gloved hand gripping his hip and pinning him in place. Diluc slowly raised a hand to rest on the man’s shoulder as his mouth was invaded by the other’s tongue.

Diluc ripped his head back once the Harbinger gave him room to breathe. “H-hold on,” he panted, tilting his head slightly as the man hummed against the skin of his jaw in response. “I have... two things. F-first,” he stuttered out as the skin beneath his jaw was nipped lightly. “You need to tell me your name. I- I’m not calling you Childe.” His eyebrows furrowed in distaste at the name, even while his eyes slipped shut once again from the soft kisses being left on his neck.

Ajax chuckled against the skin of Diluc’s neck. He peppered light kisses across the skin of his jaw, making his way to the other’s ear, where he whispered, “It’s Ajax. Please do remember it, I want to hear you screaming it for me tonight.” He nipped at the skin just below Diluc’s ear, smirking at the way the man shivered slightly.

Diluc nodded absently, mouthing the name Ajax to see how it felt on his lips. He let his head fall back against the door as the man- Ajax- continued a trail down his throat. He hummed in content as his lips were captured in a searing kiss once again, only to have the noise turn into a weak whine as Ajax pulled away much sooner than Diluc would have liked.

“Didn’t you have another thing to say, baby?” Ajax questioned, reveling in the hitch in Diluc’s breath at the use of the pet name. Once his words registered with Diluc, he could notice the other man’s demeanor change, suddenly shy. His cheeks were flushed more in embarrassment than arousal, and his hand was nervously fidgeting with the clothes on Ajax’s shoulder. Ajax pulled himself back a bit, trying to give Diluc more room to get out whatever it was that he wanted to say.

“I- I’ve never... I mean, with a, uh, guy, at least... I’ve never, um... done... this,” he stammered out weakly, his words trailing off at the end. Diluc couldn’t bring himself to meet Ajax’s eyes, but he doubted he would’ve been able to read any expression on his face.

There was a moment's pause before Diluc heard Ajax ask, “Do you want to stop?” If there was any judgement in his voice, Diluc certainly couldn’t find it.

If Diluc thought he couldn’t get any more embarrassed than he already was, he was wrong. He internally cringed at how quick he was to respond. “No. No. I want... this. I just... thought you should, uh, know,” he finished weakly. He was emboldened, encouraged to continue by the soft smile on Ajax’s face. “Besides... you still need to follow through with your words,” he taunted, choosing to ignore the flush on his cheeks at the reminder of Ajax’s filthy promises.

The soft grin of Ajax’s face turned sharp as he crowded Diluc against the door once again. He buried his face into the side of the man’s neck, leaving a bite there before whispering against the skin, “Oh, baby. I’m gonna make it so good for you.” He reached down the grab Diluc’s thigh, using the grip he had on his hip with his other hand to lift the redhead, properly pinning him against the door. He smirked at the gasp Diluc let out, the way his legs scrambled to wrap around his waist.

Diluc was thriving. His head was tilted back against the door, his eyes slipped shut in pleasure. Diluc knew he was a large man, his muscles built well and even a bit bulky in some areas. So the way in which Ajax easily lifted him off the ground and was still supporting his weight against the door, was a bit shocking to Diluc. And, apparently, quite the turn on, if the rapid hardening in his pants was anything to go by. Diluc was glad that his long coat was still on, covering what had to be an obvious tent in his pants. He was embarrassed to be so turned on by just a little making out, but perhaps it was just the effect that Ajax had on him.

Ajax continued leaving a trail of bite marks down Diluc’s throat, encouraged by the way Diluc would tilt his head to the side, offering Ajax a larger expanse of skin to mark. “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he muttered into Diluc’s skin darkly. He bit down at a spot at the base of Diluc’s throat rasher harshly, leaving his lips on the skin to suck on the mark, ensuring it would leave a nice bruise. He glanced up at the sound of a muffled whimper to see Diluc biting his bottom lip, no doubt in an attempt to keep his noises at bay.

Ajax let go of his hip, bringing his hand up to thumb at Diluc’s lower lip, urging him to release it from between his teeth. Diluc complied easily, his eyes slipping open when Ajax tutted at him. “Nuh uh, let me hear you, baby. I wanna hear all the beautiful noises you can make,” he smirked slightly at the small whimper that escaped from Diluc’s lips. “Let me hear how good I make you feel,” he finished with a whisper.

Diluc’s hands flew to the back of Ajax’s head, gripping his hair and bringing him down for a sloppy kiss. Ajax groaned into Diluc’s mouth, his tongue slipping between the other’s lips easily. With his free hand, Ajax attempted to push the heavy coat off of Diluc’s shoulders, but with his back pinned against the door, it was futile. He groaned into Diluc’s mouth again, this time in annoyance, before he ripped himself away from the mouth that was quickly becoming addicting.

Diluc could see that Ajax was about to say something, but cut him off. “Bedroom,” he panted out, knowing Ajax was thinking the same thing. Ajax let him down and nodded at him, and that was all Diluc needed. He grabbed the man’s hand, almost running through the manor to get to the stairs, zipping through the halls to get to his bedroom. He led Ajax into the room, seeing Ajax kick the door closed behind him, before he was promptly thrown onto his own bed.

Diluc gasped as he bounced back on the bed, his length twitching in his pants. He quickly kicked off his socks and shoes as he saw Ajax doing the same, before Ajax pounced on him. His mouth was everywhere, leaving kisses and bites so quickly that Diluc couldn’t even process it before he would move on to a new spot. His hands moved in a frenzy as well, hastily reaching for Diluc’s hands to strip him of his gloves.

Ajax pulled at the collar of Diluc’s coat, wanting the material off hours ago. The coat was still proving difficult, as he had to get Diluc to work his arms out of it, and Ajax declared the coat his new nemesis. He slowed his mouth leaving marks all along Diluc’s neck, carefully getting Diluc to help him pull his arms out of the offending jacket. He pulled back a bit to let Diluc sit up so he could throw the coat to the ground, Ajax delighted to finally be rid of it.

As happy as he was to be rid of Diluc’s coat, Ajax groaned in annoyance at the sight of more layers of clothing hiding the bare skin he so desperately wanted to see. He did take a moment to appreciate Diluc in his bartending uniform, the black dress shirt and white vest making him look oh so cute when paired with his flushed face and heaving chest. Ajax dived in again, mouthing at Diluc’s neck. “So. Many. Fucking. Layers,” he huffed out into Diluc’s skin, impatiently undoing the buttons of his vest.

Diluc let out a breathless laugh, his breathing still heavy from all the attention Ajax was giving his neck. “I don’t see you- ah. I don’t see you taking anything off,” he panted out, thinking it was a bit unfair that he was the only one being undressed. He let one of his hands move to Ajax’s hip, sliding up to feel the small stretch of skin that was exposed by the cut of his shirt. He let his hand wander further up beneath Ajax’s shirt, sucking in a breath at the feeling of abs and corded muscle.

Ajax hummed against the skin of Diluc’s neck at the feeling of his hand against his own bare skin. “All in good time, baby,” he chuckled, pulling away as he had finally gotten the vest unbuttoned. “For now, I want to see how beautiful you are under all these clothes,” he murmured as rid Diluc of the vest.

Diluc squirmed against the bed as Ajax slowly undid the buttons of his dress shirt, not used to being stared at so intensely. Ajax’s eyes were glued to where his hands were meticulously undoing each button, hungrily eating up every inch of newly revealed skin. Once he undid the last button, he unceremoniously pushed it to Diluc’s sides, putting his entire bare torso on display.

Ajax could do nothing but stare. The man laid out before him was breathtaking, and he wasn’t even fully undressed yet. Ajax wasn’t sure if he would make it through this night alive. But oh it would be such a glorious death. He was so caught up in letting his eyes wander about the wide expanse of skin that he didn’t notice Diluc wriggling his arms out of the sleeves. He only noticed when Diluc sat up a bit to toss the shirt to the floor, his abs clenching deliciously.

Diluc continued to squirm against the sheets, hating that Ajax was staring at him silently for so long. He didn’t find Diluc unattractive, did he? Diluc knew that much of his muscle mass was pretty well hidden beneath his clothes, but without them, there was no hiding it. He prayed to the gods that Ajax didn’t mind his extra bulk. “Ajax,” he whined softly, a small pout to his lips.

Diluc whining his name finally snapped Ajax out of his reverie. “Gods,” he whispered, letting his gloved hands slide up Diluc’s chest, coming to cup the pectoral muscles. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispered again, still entranced by the way the flush on Diluc’s cheeks continued down his neck and to his check, covering the pale skin in bright red splotches. His eyes flicked up to Diluc’s face. “Oh, one more thing.” He reached behind Diluc’s head to undo the ponytail that was holding his hair back. After running his fingers through the locks, he leaned back to admire the view.

And what a view he was. Diluc’s face flushed a bright pink, red splotches of blush littering his beautiful pale skin, his chest rising with each breath he took. All of this, framed by a halo of fiery red hair, the curls spilling out and spreading across the sheets.

Ajax’s patience snapped. He dove down to leave a harsh bite at the meat of Diluc’s pectoral muscle, his hands feverishly wanting to map out every dip and curve.

Diluc let out a small “ah-“ at the harsh bite. A high-pitched keening noise ripped from his throat as Ajax laves his tongue over a nipple.

Ajax chuckled through his nose. “Do you like that? Does it feel good?” he murmured into the skin. Diluc let out a whine in response, which simply wouldn’t do, in Ajax’s opinion. “Diluc baby,” he began, pressing a chaste kiss to the man’s lips. “I want you to answer me when I ask you something, okay? I need to make sure you’re still comfortable and enjoying this. Need to know what makes you feel good. Think you can do that for me?” He grinned as Diluc nodded his head. “Good boy,” he whispered, planting another soft kiss to Diluc’s lips before making his way down his chest again.

Ajax blew on one of Diluc’s nipples softly, enjoying the way Diluc shivered in response. He took the bud lightly between his teeth before closing his lips around it. Diluc let out a soft moan at the feeling of Ajax’s tongue, his hand flying up to rest on the Harbinger’s shoulder. Ajax pulled back enough to purr, “Now let me ask you again. Does that feel good? Do you like getting your nipples played with?”

Ajax smirked to himself when Diluc nodded his head again, before whimpering out an answer. “Y-yeah... yes, it- fuck- it feels good.” Ajax switched his attention to the man’s other nipple, almost getting thrown off his body from how hard his chest was heaving.

Diluc let out another curse. Ajax pulled his mouth back to watch his hands move across the pale skin. His hands came to rest, cupping under the pectoral muscles and pushing them up and together. “Gods, I fucking love your chest,” Ajax breathed to himself; he knew Diluc could hear him from the way his breath hitched in his throat. “Just like a pair of tits,” he mused, squishing the muscles together. He smirked at the way Diluc’s breath was punched from his gut. “So fucking hot...”

Ajax looked up to see that Diluc’s mouth was opening and closing, as if he was trying to say something. “Yes, baby?” he asked, his hands stilling. “Did you want something?”

Diluc nodded, tugging slightly at the material of Ajax’s shirt. “O-off. Please... a-at least the gloves, fuck, please.”

Ajax was now positive he would not survive the night.He couldn’t believe this was Diluc’s first time, not with the way he begged so pretty. He didn’t even need to tell the other to say please. Perhaps he was a natural-born pleaser, Ajax thought to himself.

He snapped his attention back to Diluc when the other tugged at his clothes once more. “Oh, such a good boy, telling me what you want. So polite, too,” he cooed at Diluc. He hummed in consideration for a moment before an idea came to him. He regretfully removed one of his hands from Diluc’s chest, bringing it up to Diluc’s face, the fingertips of his gloves a hairbreadth away from Diluc’s shiny lips. “Would you be so kind as to help me with the gloves, hm?”

Ajax watched in twisted delight as Diluc slowly took the fabric of the middle finger of his glove between his teeth. He pulled his hand back a bit, happy to see Diluc rear his head back, the glove sliding off Ajax’s hand with ease. “Good,” he whispered to himself, taking the glove from Diluc’s mouth. He brought his other hand up, and Diluc helped him out of that glove as well.

Ajax tossed his gloves to the side carelessly, too excited to finally feel Diluc’s skin with his bare hands. He trailed his hands slowly from Diluc’s jaw down his neck, heat pooling in him as Diluc tilted his head further back to allow him more room. He trailed his hands down the other’s chest, feeling his pounding heartbeat, then further down, watching his abs twitch at the featherlight touches.

His hands ended up cupped around Diluc’s pecs once again. His hands massaged the muscle there as he mouthed at the skin. When he heard Diluc let out a pleased sigh, he bit down, gnawing at the muscle between his teeth. The sudden bite caused Diluc to gasp sharply, his eyes flying open to see Ajax’s mouth on his chest. Ajax released the muscle, giving the aggravated area a few licks and kisses to soothe the sting before he smirked up at Diluc. “Do you like me marking up your gorgeous tits? They’re gonna bruise so pretty...” he trailed off, moving to leave a similar bite mark on the other side of Diluc’s chest, a punched out “fuck-“ leaving Diluc’s lips at the sting.

Ajax was mouthing at the newest bite mark when he raised a questioning eyebrow at Diluc. Diluc gulped. “Yes...” he breathed out softly, hoping Ajax could hear him. “Hurts but... f-feels good. P-please don’t st-stop,” he whimpered, moving his free hand to Ajax’s hair in an attempt to keep him in place.

Ajax groaned into the skin of Diluc’s chest, “Gods, you’re such a good boy for me.” He made note of how Diluc’s hips bucked up at that, and filed the thought away for later.

Ajax spent the next few minutes leaving harsh bites all over Diluc’s chest, soothing the mark with kisses each time. Diluc felt as if he was on cloud nine, the deep sting from the initial bite sending electricity up his spine, only for heat to curl in his gut at the kisses left there afterwards. However, he was getting a bit impatient. His dick was rock hard in his pants, and he could feel a wet patch beginning to grow in his boxers. Diluc wanted to get his pants off. Actually, Diluc revised his own thoughts, he wanted to get Ajax out of his clothes even more, the Fatui man not even having shed his shirt yet.

Diluc tightened his hold in Ajax’s hair just slightly, tugging on his shirt with his other hand. “Off... plea- hng- please. W-wanna... wanna see- oh fuck- you too,” Diluc panted out, pleased that he could even get out coherent words at that point.

Ajax would never get tired of hearing Diluc beg. He breathed out a shaky, “Fuck... okay,” before he pulled back enough to tear his shirt off, throwing it who knows where. He could see Diluc eyeing him appreciatively, but didn’t give him much time to enjoy the view before he was kissing the other man senseless.

Diluc groaned into Ajax’s mouth, his hands sliding down the man’s back, finally attaining the skin-on-skin contact he didn’t know he craved. He let his hands wander and feel to make up for what his eyes weren’t able to see. From his exploration, he could tell that the other was covered in scars, both old and new, as well as the fact that he was much stronger than he appeared, corded muscles tense beneath his skin.

Diluc was slightly amused by the fact that Ajax’s hands returned to his chest almost immediately. It made Diluc feel... almost confident, the fact that Ajax seemed to like it so much. So, he arched his back, pushing his chest further into those incessant hands.

“Fuck,” Ajax breathed harshly into Diluc’s mouth. His hands squeezed around the muscles. “So fucking hot,” he panted out, moving to mouth at the other’s jaw. “Bet if I squeezed ‘em together, I could get my dick in between and fuck your tits,” he rambled, words spilling from his mouth before he could really even think about it.

Diluc absolutely keened at that, his head thrown back as a high whine escaped his throat. His reaction only spurred Ajax on. “Yeah? Would you like that baby? Want me to fuck your tits?” he mumbled into Diluc’s skin, the idea almost sending him into a frenzy. Diluc was faring no better. His eyes were pinched shut, pushing his chest out even further, a constant stream of “yes, yes, yes” falling from his lips.

It was only when Diluc desperately ground his hips up into Ajax’s that the Harbinger remembered his main goal for the night. He took a deep breath to calm himself. “Maybe later, baby,” he said, chuckling at the small pout Diluc gave him in response. “Definitely later,” he revised, happy to see Diluc perk up at that too. “For now, though,” he trailed his hands down Diluc’s chest, over his abs, and toying with the waistband of his pants. “Let's get you out of these, shall we?”

Diluc was all too eager to lift his hips to help Ajax undress him, any shyness at being bared being overshadowed by his desire. Ajax tossed his pants to the side, eyeing the large bulge in his boxers with a hungry gaze. Diluc let out a breathy whine as Ajax palmed him, finally giving his cock attention. He cursed when Ajax lowered his head to mouth at him through the fabric, hot breath and saliva dampening the material even further. Ajax hummed against his length, breathing out, “Gods, how are you even real?” as his hands slid up Diluc’s thighs.

Diluc cried out as Ajax dug his fingers into the meat of Diluc’s thighs, causing the Harbinger to groan. “Fuck, baby, your thighs,” he whispered reverently against Diluc’s length, feeling it twitch beneath the fabric. He trailed his mouth down to suck a mark into the flesh of the redhead’s inner thigh. “Can I mark ‘em up? Bruise ‘em all nice and pretty to match your tits? Mark ‘em as mine?” Ajax purred.

Diluc sucked in a wet, heaving breath. “Yes, please- oh fuck,” he panted out. He let one of his hands trail to his own chest, pressing his finger into one of the dark red marks that will surely bruise later. “Can you... can you- ah! B-bite? Fuck, please?” Diluc begged, craving the sting of Ajax’s teeth again.

Ajax groaned, reaching a hand down to adjust himself in his pants. “‘Course, baby,” he whispered. He returned his hand, using it to pull Diluc’s boxers off. Diluc squirmed at being fully bare, but Ajax just pressed a sweet kiss to his shaft, his hand wrapped around the base. He let himself begin to ramble as he slowly stroked Diluc’s cock. “Gonna mark up these perfect thighs. Gods, you’re gonna be so bruised tomorrow, you’ll look so gorgeous. Gonna mark you up so everyone knows you’re mine.”

Diluc couldn’t stop the near constant stream of moans and whimpers from leaving his lips. The feeling of Ajax’s hand finally on his dick is heavenly, and the man’s whispered words only add fuel to the fire in his gut. He lets out a sharp cry as Ajax’s teeth sink into the meat of his inner thigh, the noise turning into a low groan as Ajax soothes the sting with his tongue.

Ajax only removed his head from between Diluc’s thighs once he was satisfied that the redhead was as marked up as possible. He really hoped Diluc wouldn’t kick him out once they were done, he wanted to see how well all his marks turned into bruises for himself in the morning. He pulled his mouth away from Diluc’s thighs, stroking a finger over the bite-mark covered skin reverently. “These are gonna look so good, baby,” he murmured. “Can’t wait to see you covered in my bruises.”

Diluc whined, his hips jumping as the pace of Ajax’s hand on his cock had slowed significantly. Ajax must have noticed, because he was soon licking small stripes up the entire length. Small cries and high pitched whimpers were ripped from Diluc’s throat. He turned his head to the side, knowing that the sight of Ajax between his thighs with his mouth on his cock could probably make him cum.

Ajax trailed his lips up the shaft, planting a sloppy kiss right at the tip. “Love this fucking cock,” he mumbled, mostly to himself. He grinned at the moan Diluc let out. “Want me to suck it? Bet you taste so good,” he rambled, eyes eager to see Diluc’s reaction. “I can usually swallow everything, but you’re so big I might just choke on it.” He delighted in the hitch in Diluc’s breath, the way his hips jumped. “I’d love it though, choking on it. I’d let you gag me with it, ‘til I can’t breathe.”

He grinned evilly as Diluc let out a loud whine. “But maybe later.” With that, he sat up completely, leaving only his hand wrapped loosely around the base of Diluc’s length. He chuckled as Diluc balked at him, having had all the pleasurable sensations ripped away. “Sorry baby, but I gotta ask: do you want to top or bottom?” Ajax desperately wanted to fuck the other man, but since it was his first time, he figured he would let the redhead make the decision.

Diluc flushed, averting his eyes. “Oh, I, um, uh... w-want you to... to, um, f-fuck me,” he stammered out before blearing his throat. “Please.”

Ajax wanted so badly to hop on board with that and absolutely destroy the other man, but he felt it was only fair to give him a warning. “Are you sure, baby? It might hurt a bit,” he said cautiously.

Diluc took a deep breath, steeling himself. “Yes, I’m sure. And I- I... I trust you,” he finished quietly.

Ajax smiled, swooping down to press a soft kiss to Diluc’s forehead. “Alright. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.” He planted a final kiss on the tip of Diluc’s nose, watching it scrunch up adorably. He patted the man lightly on the hip. “Turn over onto your stomach for me, baby. Also, lube?”

Diluc’s eyes widened a bit, heat rising to his cheeks before he complied, nodding his head toward the nightstand. As he was turning, he heard Ajax rummaging around through the drawer before closing it and tossing the bottle onto the bed next to him. Ajax grabbed a pillow from the headboard and placed it under his hips, making him flush further at the thought of his ass being put on display. Once he was settled, he grabbed a pillow to hug to his chest, giving himself something to keep his hand occupied with. He heard Ajax chuckle behind him, turning his head to look at the man questioningly, only to hear, “Of course you have a perfect ass as well,” spilling from the Harbinger’s lips.

Diluc jumped slightly when Ajax grabbed his ass without ceremony, a handful of cheek in each. He relaxed once again when Ajax began massaging his ass, kneading the flesh in his hands. He let out a soft hum, content. He didn’t even notice that Ajax had pulled his cheeks apart until he felt a thumb softly run over his hole. He jolted in surprise, making Ajax pull away, a worried look in his eyes. Diluc turned his head to the side, but wouldn’t make eye contact. “Sorry, sorry” he breathed out. “Just... surprised me. Keep going. Please,” he finished weakly.

Ajax wasn’t entirely convinced. “You sure?” he asked, not wanting to cause Diluc any discomfort. Diluc nodded his head eagerly where it lay on the pillow, and Ajax let out a bated breath. He put his hands back on Diluc’s ass, comforted by the way Diluc seemed to immediately relax into the touch. “Have you ever had anything in you before?” he asked quietly.

Diluc turned to hide more of his face into his pillow. “Mmfnhfnggrz” was the muffled response. Ajax could guess as to what was said, but he really wanted to hear Diluc say it himself. He continued to massage Diluc’s asscheeks, thumbs occasionally brushing the skin closer to his crack, but never getting any closer to his hole. “Hm, what was that baby? I couldn’t understand you.”

Ajax grinned as Diluc turned his head to face him more, his face almost as red as his hair, his eyes looking anywhere but at the Harbinger. “I- I’ve used, um... my- my fingers before,” he whispered.

Ajax’s grin morphed into a soft smile, encouraging Diluc to continue. “Mhmm. And how did it feel baby?” He tutted when Diluc buried his head in his pillow again, groaning in shame. “Hey, nothing to be embarrassed about, baby. I’m just trying to get more familiar with what your comfort level is. Like I said, I’m gonna make this good for you,” he explained, leaving a trail of soft kisses up Diluc’s spine.

Diluc turned his head to the side once again, his eyes pinching shut. “It felt...” he began, trailing off as he thought about the answer. “Fine,” he answered decisively. “Felt... felt full, it- it was good,” he sighed, the memory of his own fingers inside him fresh in his mind. “But it, uh, w-wasn’t enough to...” he trailed off, hoping Ajax would understand what he meant.

Ajax’s mind was reeling, head filled with thoughts and visions of Diluc desperately trying to fuck himself on his fingers, only to cry out in frustration when he can’t hit that perfect spot inside him. If he could ever get Diluc into bed with him again, he would need to make the redhead ringer himself open for him; Ajax was sure it would be an excellent show.

He was snapped out of his thoughts when Diluc’s hips twitched a bit, pushing his ass back into Ajax’s hands. He planted one final kiss to Diluc’s shoulder before sitting up once again. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m gonna make you feel so good you’ll see stars,” he chuckled breathlessly, watching as Diluc minutely thrusted into the pillow beneath his hips.

Diluc startled at the snap of the lube cap opening, relaxing again as Ajax pressed a comforting kiss on one of his cheeks. He inhaled sharply as Ajax’s thumbs spread his cheeks apart once more. “Gods, I’d love to eat you out one day,” he heard the Harbinger mumble into his skin, his hips thrusting against the pillow weakly at the thought. Ajax must’ve noticed, for he continued, “Would you like that, baby? Would you let me eat your ass?” As he said it, one of his hands disappeared, only to return moments later, spreading warmed lube across Diluc’s entrance with a thumb.

Diluc’s breath caught in his throat at the familiar feeling of the substance. What wasn’t familiar, however, was the feeling of someone’s else’s hands doing the work. They had barely even started, but Diluc already decided that he liked this much better than doing it himself.

The redhead’s breath escaped him in a shaky exhale as Ajax pushed just the tip of his thumb in, the rim fluttering around the intrusion. Ajax was keeping a keen eye out for any signs of discomfort from Diluc; when he found none, he slowly edged his thumb further in, up to the first knuckle. Diluc let out a quiet moan, his hips pushing back when Ajax stilled. Encouraged, Ajax continued.

He twisted his thumb around a bit, feelings Diluc’s walls stretch around him. He pulled his thumb this way and that, stretching the rim a bit further. Diluc was humming softly, quiet moans falling from his lips every so often. Ajax removed his thumb, smiling at the whine that escaped Diluc’s throat from the loss. He shushed the redhead quietly, leaving soft kisses along his thighs.

Ajax slid his index finger into Diluc, meeting little resistance. He reveled in the moan the man let loose, his volume having increased ever so slightly. He slid his finger in to the base, Diluc’s shoulders tensing a bit. “Doing okay?” Ajax asked softly, stilling his hand.

“Yeah,” Diluc gasped out. “Keep going.”

Ajax nodded softly, despite the fact that Diluc couldn’t actually see him. He slowly pulled his finger out until only the tip remained inside, and was just as slow in pushing it back in. Ajax was doing his best to go slow, despite his desire to just ram into the man below him, but the groan Diluc let out and the way his hips pushed back into his finger were really testing his restraint.

“So fucking good,” Ajax mumbled. He curled his finger a bit inside Diluc, the man letting out a whine. He removed his finger, two returning to Diluc’s hole before the redhead could even protest the loss. He slid his fingers in slowly, two being more of a stretch, pleased when Diluc only pushed his hips back further. “Take my fingers so well,” he murmured reverently. He paused as his fingers met some resistance around his knuckles, pulling them back only to push back in, loosening Diluc’s rim more.

Ajax slowly fucked his two fingers in and out of Diluc’s hole, the redhead letting out wet, panting breaths into the pillow he had clutched to his chest. After a short bit of time doing this, Ajax was able to slide both fingers in entirely, letting out a shaky breath at the delicious groan Diluc let out. He stilled, mesmerized by the sight and feeling of Diluc’s rim clenching around the base of his fingers.

Diluc felt his hips twitch involuntarily in impatience. He turned his head to look at the man behind him, his face partially obscured by his own fiery red curls. “M-move... pl- please, more,” he whimpered out, desperate for the feel of Ajax’s fingers stretching him open.

Ajax let out a low groan as he retracted his fingers slowly. He pushed them back in quickly, grinning at the way Diluc’s breath was punched from his gut. He repeated the action, Diluc letting out a low moan this time. He continued this, withdrawing slowly, only to push back in quickly- quickly, but not very rough. At some point, Ajax realized he couldn’t hear Diluc’s noises as well, looking up to find the man biting at his pillow.

Ajax tsked, using his free hand to grab some of Diluc’s hair and pull. A split second after he did it, he thought that he really should’ve been gentler, but the high, unabashed keen that was ripped from Diluc’s throat quelled his worries. He brought his lips down to Diluc’s ear, using the grip in his hair to get Diluc to arch his back just ever so slightly. “Nuh uh, baby. You gotta let me hear those beautiful noises, remember? You need to let me know how good I’m making you feel, hm?” he whispered, grinning dearly when Diluc took in a gulping gasp of air, his head nodding as much as it could with the grip Ajax still had on his hair. “Good boy.” He planted a kiss in Diluc’s hair, rewarding the man by twisting the fingers he still had inside him.

Diluc gasped at the feeling of the fingers inside him twisting, only for them to begin spreading apart, scissoring him open. This was always his favorite part of fingering himself, the feeling of his rim loosening, stretching further. He could never reach very far inside himself, but he did enjoy the feeling of being full. He enjoyed Ajax’s fingers much more than his own, as they were able to fill him as he desired, but they could also reach deep, hitting spots inside Diluc that had never been touched before.

“Feel good?” Ajax asked, snapping Diluc’s attention back to reality. Diluc heard a constant stream of soft whines and deep groans, embarrassed to find that he was the one making those noises. “Love the way you sound,” Ajax murmured, causing Diluc to flush, a sharp gasp leaving his lips as Ajax’s fingers curled inside him. “Yeah, just like that. Gods, so fucking hot.” Ajax slowed his fingers. “Tell me how it feels, baby,” the Harbinger ordered.

“Feels... oh fuck, good, feels so good,” Diluc blurted out, his pride nowhere to be found. “P-please, want- want... ah- want m-more,” he whimpered. “F-feel... mmmn- full, f-fuck. N-need... full, ple- hnngg- please?” Diluc really hoped that Ajax knew what he was begging for, because he sure didn’t know himself. “W-want- FUCK!” He cried out as Ajax curled his fingers just so, pressing against a spot inside him that made him dizzy with pleasure. He almost jackknifed off the bed, but Ajax’s free hand was quick to clamp down on his hip, keeping him firmly in place.

Ajax grinned sharply when he found the redhead’s prostate, his grin only growing at Diluc’s reaction, despite having to hold the man down. He stilled his fingers for a moment, knowing Diluc would need some time to collect himself. “Wh-... what was that?” Diluc asked hoarsely.

Ajax laughed. “That’s your prostate, baby. Really sensitive,” he explained, soothing his thumb over Diluc’s hip as the man was still taking shaky breaths. His grin turned wicked. “I told you I would make you see stars, didn’t I?” He fucked his fingers into Diluc’s hole again at the same angle, basking in the sharp cry that was ripped from Diluc’s throat. “Tell me how good it feels,” he whispered, his fingers continuing their motion.

Diluc had never felt such intense pleasure in his entire life. He felt as if Ajax’s two fingers had fucked the sanity out of him. “So- fuck- so good... yes, fuck, oh gods... m-more, pl- ah- please,” he begged, words spilling from his lips before he could even process what it was that he was even saying. A filthy noise was ripped from Diluc’s throat when Ajax added a third finger, still hitting the same spot inside him. Ajax had been thorough enough that the additional finger didn’t cause any pain, but Diluc reveled in the extra feeling of fullness.

When Ajax switched to keeping his fingers stuffed inside Diluc, fingertips massaging and rubbing circles into that sensitive spot inside him, Diluc’s hips began thrusting. He wasn’t quite sure if he was thrusting back into Ajax’s hands, or forward, rutting his dick into the pillow beneath his hips. All he knew was that he wanted more. As Ajax continued his ministrations with his fingers, Diluc could feel heat pooling in his gut. “Fuck, fuck, gods yes... so- hnngg- so full,” he panted out. “P-please, I’m- ah!- close, fuck, please.”

Ajax’s eyes lit up, hungrily watching Diluc rut between the pillow and his hand. “Yeah? You gonna cum on my fingers? Just from being stuffed full?” he teased sadistically, harshly thrusting his fingers in further for emphasis. He grinned manically, his dick positively leaking in his pants, at the noise Diluc let loose, almost sounding like a sob. Gods, he would love to fuck the redhead to the point of tears. He ground his fingers into Diluc’s prostate insistently. “Be a good boy and cum for me. Cum on my fingers, baby,” he murmured reverently.

Ajax was in awe. There was simply no other word for it. He watched as Diluc rutted into the pillow beneath him, suddenly freezing at his words, body tensed, as he let out a garbled whine high in his throat. The redhead was positively shaking through his orgasm, tremors running through his entire body as Ajax’s fingers worked him through his high. He retracted his fingers carefully once Diluc’s shoulders had finally relaxed again, his body still shaking.

The Harbinger gently coaxed Diluc to roll over onto his back, tossing the soiled pillow off the bed in the process. Ajax fell over top of him, leaving gentle kisses along the skin of his neck. “So wonderful, did so good for me,” he whispered the soothing words. “Perfect, just perfect.”

Diluc worked to open his eyes a fraction from where they were pinched shut, his body still wracked with tremors. “A-aren’t you g-gonna... f-fuck me? Y-you still ha- haven’t...” he trailed off, attempting to weakly gesture toward the rather obvious tent in Ajax’s pants with a shaky hand.

Ajax cooed at him. How sweet of him, he thought to himself. “Oh baby, you don’t need to worry about me.”

Diluc frowned, his eyebrows furrowing. “B-but... w-want you t-to fuck me? P-please?”

Ajax groaned at that. “Baby... you’re still going to be so sensitive,” he explained, trailing his fingers down to Diluc’s hips. The way Diluc’s hips twitched even at the light touch proving his point. “Are you sure?”

Diluc nodded his head eagerly. “Y-yes, please. W-want it. Wanna f-feel, feel you.” He could already feel his dick begin to twitch in interest again, and knew that it certainly wouldn’t take very long for him to get hard again.

Ajax sucked in a breath at that. “Gods, you’re incredible,” he whispered softly before continuing, his voice raised so that Diluc could hear. “Alright, baby, I’ll fuck you. You just have to let me know if it gets to be too much, okay?” When Diluc nodded, Ajax all but ripped his own pants off, eager to finally give his dick some attention.

Diluc was trying to angle his head to get a look at what Ajax had been hiding in his pants the whole night, curiosity taking over him, but the sound of the lube cap snapping open once more jolted him. Ajax hung his head over Diluc’s chest, letting out a soft hiss at his dick finally getting some contact. Diluc felt a sticky hand lightly pat the outside of his thigh. “Can you spread your legs for me, baby?” Ajax asked. Diluc complied, spreading his thighs apart, feeling heat rise to his cheeks as he slipped his eyes closed.

Ajax positioned his hands, one on Diluc’s hip, and the other grabbing the back of his thigh, pushing his knee towards his chest. He internally appreciated the flexibility of the man. He positioned the tip of his cock just outside Diluc’s hole, feeling the rim flutter at the contact. “I’ll go slow, okay?” He whispered into Diluc’s neck.

Diluc nodded, not trusting his voice enough to respond. He gasped sharply as the pressure against his rim increased, letting out a breathy cry as he felt the tip of Ajax’s length breach the ring of muscle. Diluc’s hands flew to Ajax’s shoulders once the Harbinger had gotten the head of his cock inside, nails digging into the flesh there. He could barely hear the deep groan that was ripped from Ajax’s throat over his own pounding heartbeat and gasping breaths.

Ajax had to still once he had gotten the head of his dick inside Diluc, worried he might cum if he pressed any further. Diluc was just so tight, wrapped deliciously around him. After taking a moment to collect himself, Ajax pressed further. It was overwhelming. All the punched out little “ah, ah, ah”s Diluc was letting out, the feeling of nails digging into the skin of his shoulders, the heat wrapped around his length, everything was flooding his senses.

He was about three-quarters of the way in when he was finally met with some resistance, Diluc tensing beneath him. Ajax peppered his face with kisses, stroking soothing thumbs over the skin of his hips and thighs. “Shhh, you’re doing so good, baby, so good,” he whispered. “You’re almost there, Diluc, only a little bit left. Don’t you want to take me? Don’t you want to be a good boy and take all of me?” He began slowly moving his length in and out of Diluc, never pushing any deeper.

Diluc sucked in a heaving breath, his chest trembling slightly. “Y-yeah,” he whispered, face positively burning. “K-keep going. Please.” Diluc let out a whimper when Ajax continued to press forward slowly, the stretch slightly uncomfortable, but eventually turning into a twisted form of pleasure that he couldn’t exactly describe.

Ajax’s head fell to Diluc’s shoulder with a moan when he finally bottomed out, drowning out the small whine from Diluc. “Good job, baby,” he panted out. “That’s everything. Can you feel me stretching you out? Tell me how good it feels,” he asked Diluc, needing to take another moment to compose himself before he came immediately.

“I- It’s a lot,” he rasped out. “S-so big, fuck. F-feel so... mmmn- so full.” He wriggled his hips back, wanting to feel more of the length inside him. He stilled once he felt the grip of Ajax’s hands tighten, the one on his thigh digging into a mark the Harbinger had left there. “Y-you can move,” he whispered, giving Ajax permission to do as he pleased.

Ajax groaned as he moved to mouth at the marks on Diluc’s chest, pleased to see that Diluc’s cock was hard once again. He pulled his hips back at a snail’s pace, until only the tip was left inside. He felt Diluc’s hole clench around him. “Baby, I am not gonna last very long,” he laughed out weakly. With that, he slid back in just as slowly, listening to the symphony of Diluc’s whimpers and whines.

After a few thrusts at such a sluggish pace, Diluc began to squirm. “F-faster... pl- ah- please,” he whispered.

Ajax’s patience was stretched thin. He was going so slow, making sure not to hurt Diluc, when all he wanted to do was ram the man into the mattress. He picked up his pace at Diluc’s plea, still going slower than he would like, but it still felt incredible. He swooped to capture Diluc’s lips in a kiss, swallowing all the gasps, grunts, whines, and moans the man let out at the increase in pace.

Eventually, Ajax’s pace had gradually increased to the point where he could hear his hips slapping against Diluc’s own. He tore himself away from the redhead’s mouth, moving to sit up on his knees in between Diluc’s spread legs, taking in the sight before him.

Diluc looked... wrecked. His chest was flushed a deep red, covered in bite marks, and positively heaving with every breath he took. His thighs, also covered in Ajax’s marks, were quivering in the Harbinger’s hold. And his face- wait, Ajax thought to himself.

His expression was obscured, an arm thrown over his face to cover it. Ajax halted his thrusts, keeping himself buried to the hilt. He ground his hips into Diluc’s slowly, taking in Diluc’s low groan. He let go of the man’s thigh, reaching up to grab Diluc’s wrist, pinning it to the bed above his head. “Let me see you, baby,” he cooed. “Wanna see your pretty little faces.” He let out a deep hum, feeling Diluc clench around him. “Gods, love seeing how wrecked you look. All from my cock.”

Diluc whined high in his throat, partially embarrassed at having Ajax see him in such a debauched state. But if he was being honest, he was feeling so good that he began to forget why he even cared. He nodded absently at what Ajax had said, then suddenly threw his head back as the Harbinger resumed his thrusts.

Ajax sped his hips up, pounding into Diluc now. He moved his hand from Diluc’s hip to wrap around the man’s cock, keeping his other hand where it was pinning Diluc’s arm above his head. Diluc cried out at the contact, his head thrashing about. Ajax angled his hips, aiming to hit that spot inside Diluc that made him see stars. He knew he had hit his target once Diluc let out a sob.

Ajax sped up the hand on the redhead’s cock, feral grin growing as he saw a tear spill from where Diluc’s eyes were pinched shut. “F-fuck, yes. I- I’m cl- mmmn- close. ‘M g-gonna cum, fuck.” Diluc’s cries rang through Ajax’s head as he panted harshly.

“Fuck, so tight. Look at you, crying on my cock,” his thrusts became sporadic as he saw more tears sliding down Diluc’s cheeks. “Open your eyes, baby. Want you to look at me when you cum, make sure you know I’m the one making you feel this good.” He groaned low in his throat when Diluc complied, ruby red eyes opening and locking onto his, hazy and fogged over with pleasure. Ajax watched in awe as more tears spilled over, bottom eyelashes wet and clumped together.

Diluc’s hips bucked into Ajax’s hand, the coil of heat in his gut about to snap. “Fuck,” he whimpered weakly. A sob was ripped from him as he shot his release over Ajax’s hand and across his own stomach, some even reaching his chest. He continued to sob, more tears leaking from his eyes as Ajax continued to stroke him through his high, his cock never stopping it’s thrusting into Diluc’s ass. He thought he could hear Ajax let out something that sounded like a curse, but couldn’t decipher what language it was in.

Ajax continued pounding into Diluc and stroking his dick until the man began to wince and whimper, body wracked in tremors once more. He let go of the man’s cock, spent length flopping into the mess on his stomach. He tore himself from Diluc’s hole; if he hadn’t been about two seconds away from cumming, he would’ve felt bad at the sharp wince he saw from Diluc. However, as it was, his only concern was getting himself off. He crawled his way up Diluc’s body in his knees until he was straddling the man’s ribs. His hand (partially covered in Diluc’s release, Ajax noticed belatedly) flew to his own dick as he began stroking himself desperately.

A filthy groan was ripped from his throat. His hand was flying in his cock, Diluc’s cum making the slide wet and slick. He pitched forward, breath knocked out of him as he saw Diluc’s eyes squint open blearily. His eyes darted to where he was stroking himself, only to notice that beneath his dick (which was an angry red) was Diluc’s chest, marked up with forming bruises and bite marks, a few streaks of pearly white completing the masterpiece.

“Can I- ah- cum on your chest, baby? Get it all messy? All over those pretty marks?” he panted, hoping Diluc would give him permission because he was going to cum within the next ten seconds. He gasped sharply as Diluc nodded, dazed. “Fuck,” he bit out aggressively. “Gonna cum on your pretty tits, baby.” With that, he came, shooting ropes of cum over Diluc’s chest exactly as promised. He took wheezing, gasping breaths of air in as he continued to stroke himself, riding out his high.

Diluc let his eyes slip shut, letting out a content hum as his chest was covered. Ajax hunched over him, dropping his head so that their foreheads were touching. “You did... so good, baby,” Ajax panted out, Diluc preening at the words. Once Ajax released Diluc’s hand that he had pinned to the mattress, Diluc slowly moved it to Ajax’s hair, bringing the man down for a kiss.

It was a rather pathetic kiss, more just panting into each other’s mouths. But it felt oh so intimate, just holding each other close after they both reached their highs, hands softly caressing any skin they could reach.

Ajax fluttered around Diluc’s face, leaving kisses on his skin and whispering praises between each brush of lips. “Such a good boy.” A kiss to Diluc’s temple. “So wonderful.” A kiss to his cheek. “Just beautiful.” A kiss to his forehead. “So perfect for me.” A kiss to his lips.

Ajax took a deep breath, resolving himself to finally sitting up and pulling away from Diluc. He clambered off of the man, eyes darting around the room in hopes to find his (or Diluc’s, honestly) boxers somewhere on the floor. Once he spotted them, he rolled off the bed and snatched them up. As he was pulling them up his legs, he noticed Diluc watching him with a small frown, eyes questioning.

“W- ... what are you doing?” he asked softly, his voice weak. Ajax delighted in hearing how hoarse his voice sounded, the way the words came out slightly raspy.

He finished pulling his boxers on, turning to Diluc with a soft smile. “Gotta get us cleaned up, baby. Bathroom is this way?” he asked, pointing to a door which he assumed led to the bathroom. At Diluc’s small nod, he went in. He couldn’t take in how impressive the bathroom was or how organized Diluc kept his things, too focused on trying to find a washcloth or a towel. After digging through some drawers, he finally found some washcloths. He used one to quickly clean himself up. Grabbing another one, he ran the cloth under warm water, soaking the fabric and wringing it out to make it damp, but not dripping.

He returned to the bedroom, washcloth in hand, to find Diluc slightly more alert, but still pretty out of it. He crawled onto the bed next to Diluc, slowly wiping up the mess on his stomach. As Ajax moved the cloth up to clean his chest, Diluc’s head fell to rest on his shoulder. He planted a kiss to the crown of Diluc’s head once he deemed the man clean. “Do you want some fresh clothes to put on, baby?” he asked in a whisper, not wanting to shock Diluc out of his relaxed state.

Diluc hummed in agreement. “Boxers... Top drawer,” he muttered softly, nodding his head towards a dresser by his closet. He felt immediately cold as soon as Ajax left his side again. He shivered slightly, watching the man rummage through the drawer he pointed out, coming back with a new pair of simple black boxers. Diluc felt his cheeks heat up as Ajax dressed him, pressing kisses to the skin of his legs as he dragged the fabric up.

Diluc sighed in content, happy to have Ajax next to him again. They stayed like that for a while, Diluc’s head resting on Ajax’s chest. Ajax was drawing small patterns into his biceps from where the Harbinger had his arms wrapped around him. They stayed like that until Diluc began to get drowsy, his breaths evening out and his eyes slipping shut. He was sleepy enough that he almost didn’t notice as Ajax slowly removed himself from beneath him, only noticing once he was completely off the bed. His eyes blinked open blearily, seeing Ajax tiptoe around his room in search of his clothes.

“Where are you going?” he asked sleepily, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

Ajax froze, the sound of Diluc’s voice startling him. He turned to the man. “I, uh, gotta grab my clothes. I, um, I figured you’d want me to leave, but I can’t exactly go without-“ he cut himself off as Diluc shook his head, then uttered the one word he had been hoping to hear all night.

“Stay.”

[atveren]

Monstadt and Liyue Boys S/O gives them flowers

No Warnings but spoilers, for a few stories.

Diluc, Venti, Razor, Kaeya, Bennet, Albedo, Chongyun, Kazuha, Childe, Aether, Xiao, Xingqiu, Zhongli

Headcanons, Gender Neutral (They/Them, You/Yours)

Diluc

It was a busy day for the man, and you’d noticed. You decided to do something small for him, at least it was to you. He’d done it many times for you, and you wanted to return the favour. You had claimed to him that you’d forgotten something at the guild, and wanted to get it. He just wanted to relax with you, and offered to tell someone else to get it. You had dismissed that and walked out, leaving your boyfriend behind. You returned about an hour later, hand-picked bouquet in hand. You walked over and found him, handing it over with a smile. Diluc stared at you, before nervously accepting it. He dearly treasured you, and was grateful you had spent time on somethinh dor him. He softly tugged you next to him, and wrapped an arm around you. He took care of the flowers, and has them planted near the winery.

Venti

Ah yes, another windblume festival. You had spent most of the festival’s duration with the archon, aside from when he needed to be elsewhere. The last day was approaching, and you wanted to do something nice for your beloved. You gathered a bunch of cecilias, and asked him to meet you in the woods. He had arrived there first, and played the lyre while waiting. You walked over, and grinned at him. Venti jumped from the tree, and walked over to you. “So! What does the love of my life ask of me?” He said with a laugh. You laughed as well, and handed him the bunch. He grinned at you, before tackling you to the ground and smothering you with kisses. “Aww! I love them. I’ll get you some too! And we can match!” He said with another laugh. He really does love you, and you won’t forget.

Razor

You had given Razor the flowers, as a gift, just to say how much you loved him. He didn’t understand why, or what to do with them. It was adorable, honestly. When you explained why you did this for him, he had nodded, and ran off. You were a bit scared, thinking you upset the male, but a few hours later and he ran up to you. You tilted your head to the side, confused. He quickly handed you a few flowers, with a smile. He looked absolutely adorable and you smiled back at him. You felt like your heart could explode with the loving way he looked at you.

Kaeya

The cavalry captain did a lot for Monstadt, even if it didn’t seem so. You noticed he seemed a little stressed lately, and hoped to brighten his day even if it was because he made fun of you. Plus, he was your boyfriend! It was practically your job to put a smile on his face. You had ran around, gathering a few of each. You walked into his office that night, as he was working. He looked up at you with a lighthearted, but tired smile. You walked over and handed the flowers to him, with a smile. “Here, for working so hard.” Kaeya did become flustered, if even just for a second. “You really have fallen for me, haven’t you? Well, that is to be expected.” He said with a teasing tone. You were now the flustered one, and you did stay the night with him.

Bennet

You’d noticed your boyfriend had seemed down lately. You couldn’t let that slide, and rushed around monstadt picking all sorts of flowers, but especially windwheel asters. You had eventually ran into him, and quickly handed the bouquet to him. “O-Oh is this for me?” He asked, blushing. You nodded, with a smile. Bennet hugged you, with a grin. It seemed his luck hadn’t affected him this time, that was until he got home and the flowers wilted, instantly. He groaned, and apologised to you the next day. You laughed it off. “It’s fine! I can just find more. I don’t mind, as long as you’re happy.” He swore his heart stopped a moment, he is in love.

Albedo

The alchemist was hard at work as always, you both were in Dragonspine. You watched your boyfriend with interest, but noticed his exhaustion. You hoped maybe this would brighten his day. You claimed you were headed out to go get some supplies for him, and you’d be gone a few days. Truth is, you had gotten the ingredients, yes. But you’d travelled all the way to Liyue to pick flowers there too. He deserved it, after all. You arrived back and handed him the ingredients. But in another pack, you had given him the flowers, you sat and waited for him to notice. When he did, he looked at you, confused. “I didn’t ask for these..” He softly said, not meaning to sound ungrateful. “I know, silly, I got these for you because I love you, and so you can research them.” He stood, and walked over to you, before hugging you gently. “Then, I thank you.” He wouldn’t tell you this, but he used some form of alchemy to keep them alive forever.

Chongyun

Chongyun didn’t know how to react when you placed flowers in his hands, with a shining smile. All he knew is that he was overheating, and was now eating a popsicle. You sat by him, a little guiltily, you hadn’t meant to trigger his condition. After calming down, he looked at you. “Hey..Don’t worry, it’s fine.” You had given a tiny nod in thanks to him, already cheering up. You spent the rest of the day trying to make up for it, but he seemed happy just being by you.

Kazuha

You cherished your boyfriend, and wanted to do something small for him. You’d asked the traveller to pick some flowers while they were in Inazuma. They had given it to you when they returned, and you rushed to your boyfriend’s side, swearing to pay them back later. You tapped his shoulder, and as he turned, held the flowers out to him. The normally laid back male was at a loss for words as he gently accepted them. You didn’t mind his lack of a response, and just hugged him instead. He gave a small smile, and hugged you in return.

Childe

You walked around, at a loss of what to do for your harbinger boyfriend. You wanted to get him flowers, but which ones? Tartaglia had never shared much about his interests, preferring to spoil you instead. You stopped in front of a bush of silk flowers, and decided that hopefully this would be enough for him. You gathered a few before rushing to find him. You did, and he greeted you with a smile as per usual. “Ah, how’s my favourite comrade doing?” You laughed, as he kissed your cheek, like he always did. You looked at him, before handing him the flowers. “I hope these are okay..you never really said what you liked and-“ You were cut off as he pulled you in his arms, with a smile. “They’re perfect, like you.” He laughed, again. But he was grateful. He really only hugged you that fast so you wouldn’t see the growing blush he had.

Aether

The traveller had just gotten back from Inazuma, and stepped off at the docks of Liyue, to be greeted by you. You had a few things, some were food, others were upgrade materials but what stood out was the bouquet you handed to him. It was neatly arranged with all the flowers of Liyue and Monstadt. “Just to give you a sense of home,” you said, opening your arms so he could hug you. Aether did, and held you close. You ran your fingers through his hair, he was stressed but this cheered him up, you as a whole did.

Xiao

The adeptus blinked at you, and you stared at him. It was a late night on the Wangshu Inn’s balcony, when you had lovingly offered him the flowers you had picked for him. Xiao wasn’t used to this affection, or affection in general. You were nervous, as he hadn’t accepted them. It took a few more minutes, before he snatched them, and disappeared. You didn’t see him for a few days, before he appeared with a bouquet of your favourites. “Sorry..I was just surprised.” You quickly forgave him and accepted it, giving a kiss on the cheek. “Thank you.” Now, he was blushing.

Xingqiu

You were on a date with your boyfriend, and as always, he’d given you flowers like the chivalric gentleman he is. You wanted to return the favour, and did on your next date. The surprise on his face was adorable as you passed it to him. “My love..what a surprise, I will accept it with honor.” He said, gently taking them from your hands. He kneeled, took your hand in his and kissed your hand. You were the one blushing, as always and laughed, helping him up. He kept holding your hand, and took you to a relaxing area where he calmly read with and to you.

Zhongli

Ever the gentlemen, he would always be prepared with gifts he forced asked Childe to get for you. You felt like a bit of a bad person doing this, but he deserved it. You had gathered a few glaze lillies, and brought them to the next date. It was a bit of a hassle not getting caught, but it was worth it when you saw the shock on his normally chill expression. “I hope this is enough to repay you..” He shook his head with a smile, and pulled you close. “There is no need to pay me back, dear, I do it all because I love you.” You grinned, clinging to him. It was nice, just being safe with him.

[witch-hazels-musings]

Angst in coming. Diluc Zhongli and your pick being haunted by the SO they couldnt save.

Lingering Regret

Warning -> Only Angst (there isn’t a happy ending here, the reader is dead, all interactions are memories*, mentions of Kaeya (D), illness non-specific (Zh)) 

( i made myself cry ) 

Character X GN Reader | Anthology 

Includes: Dainsleif, Diluc, Zhongli 

The ghosts of the past cling to our shadows and seep into our memories when we least expect them to. For some they can move on, they can be healed by the passing of time, but for others, it becomes a festering wound that will never seal. 

Dainsleif

He was no stranger to regret, absolutely everything in his life was a torturous experience. From the day he became the Bough Keeper to the night he failed them all, it was a memory burned in his mind for all eternity and as if he bore the weight of all of Teyvats karma he wove it into the fabric of his being 

There was nothing he thought could break him more, could lower himself further into the sinking sandpit that was his life - that was until the day he met you

Just how many years ago was it now. With the curse of immortality like a chain to a world he was obligated to avenge, it was growing harder and harder to remember you - but there were moments when he could see and those were the ones he longed to hold onto 

“Dainsleif, are you ready?” Your voice called down to him, his eyes flooded by the bright light that surrounded you as you patiently waited for him to climb the dark stairs. You followed him everywhere, much to his disagreement, but he had grown warm to your company. “The day won’t wait for us, you know.” 

The light was so bright, why was it hiding your face? Wait -- let me see your face, I can’t remember. Don’t … don’t leave. 

He blamed himself for your death - there was no one else who could have stopped it but him and, on the day you left this world to a place he had no way of reaching, was the day he stopped caring 

There were rumors of a man who took little to no payment for almost any job - 300 mora and he’d handle your issue. They called him “The soulless vessel” for he was void of any and all emotions 

How could he hold onto something that he didn’t understand anymore, how was he capable of experiencing a sensation that had no more purpose - he was nothing but a shell without you 

“Psst, Daini. Hey sleepy, wake up.” The sound of your laughter, let me hear it again.

“Silly, we can’t sleep forever, wake up.” The touch of your hands, oh I remember them now … were they always this small. 

“I guess we can rest a bit longer, you know I won’t mind.” Your lips, how could I have forgotten their warmth; I’ll let you remind me. 

“Dainsleif, I love you.” 

The birds pulled him from his dream, their chirping calls to each other a playful and carefree tune. He felt the warmth of the sun on his face, how it cast its glow across his lips but as the memory of his dream began to fade away he covered his eyes with his hand to hide the tears that disappeared into his hair.

“Forgive me …” 

 Diluc

Lingering ghosts loved to slip into the darkness that was Diluc Ragnvindr - when they fit so perfectly there, why wouldn’t they make him their home 

He had countless people close to him perish and each one was a direct result of his actions - his father, a slash of a blade, his brother, a clash of opposing elements, his values, a single dismiss of a hand, his friends, the darkness of the abyss and the hands of the Fatui -- there was nothing he let get close anymore because it was only a matter of time before he brought it crumbling to the pit of his existence 

How could he have been so naive - what was hope but a debilitating disease and yet you purged all of that from his mind every time you entered his space, every time you pushed your way past the walls he so expertly crafted -- you were the last thing he clung to, the last light he vowed to protect 

“You know, you don’t have to worry about me all the time, I’m more capable than you think.” You crossed your arms and gave him a cocky smirk, the bag of supplies resting at your feet as they waited for you to pick them back up again. It was only because of his hesitancy that they were there in the first place. 

“I have seen your capabilities many times, yes.” 

“So, what, you don’t trust me.” 

“That is far from the truth.” He looked at you for a moment before sighing in defeat. His hand reached for the bag and lifted it to your hands. “Do be careful, is all that I ask.” 

“You know I will.” With a bright smile, you took the pack and slung it over your shoulder. In your excitement, you turned toward the door before pausing as if you forgot something and when you hurled yourself back to him only to place a kiss on his lips, he felt the heat from his pounding heart rise into his cheeks. “See you soon, handsome.” 

“I’ll be waiting.” 

The distant and closed-off winery owner turned into a being of rage the day of your death. No matter how hard those closest to him tried to quell the wildfire that was his fury, they could only stand back and deal with the aftermath - The flame of Diluc’s devastation was so great that it left a permanent scar in Mondstadt and to this day the earth has yet to heal 

It was on him to protect you and he couldn’t, he wasn’t even there to try and he wasn’t sure what was worse - but one was for sure, the anguish he felt knowing you called out for him but he never came to save you ate him up inside. He wasn’t Diluc Ragnvindr anymore, he was no-one 

“Diluc! Come back!” Kaeya shouted but he couldn’t hear over the sound of the violent crashing and eerie nothingness in front of him. 

“Kaeya, don’t!” Another voice joined the noise but Diluc didn’t turn around. In front of him was the only answer to his shattered and empty heart. 

“Diluc please, they wouldn’t want this!” Kaeya reached for Diluc’s arm but the pressure and wind from the opening were so great it felt like a thousand anchors were strapped to his body. “Diluc!” 

Suddenly, there was silence. No noise, no sound but the world continued to whip around like a violent storm. Kaeya’s fingers touched the fabric of his brother's coat and, as Diluc turned his head to look back, tears were streaming down his face. It was strange to see Diluc’s lips moving as if he were saying something but there was nothing, an unbearable amount of nothing.

Riddled with fear, Kaeya extended his hand toward the rip in space and as soon as he felt the pulse of his vision escape his fingers, his others curled around Diluc’s jacket and flung him backward. In the settling explosion, the sound of the world slipped back in and as those who cared deeply for the man who no longer knew his name drew closer, the first thing they saw was his hunched-over body guarded by blue and the sound of his painful cries. 

Zhongli

To know suffering, to know loss was nothing new to the Geo Archon. For six thousand years he watched those close to him rise in greatness and fall in agony - for some they were thrust into death by a number of means and for others, well, his hands have never been clean 

Still, even if he had known what it was like to lose someone he loved, it was never easy and while he always knew the day would come when you left this world to walk a path he’d never know, it wasn’t something he expected so soon 

There were endless memories he couldn’t wait to make with you - the engraving your life into the notches of his soul, to be reminded of your face by simply turning around, to recall your wit with banter of his own, to be inspired by you every single day he stepped out the door -- why didn’t you stay 

“Welcome home, Zhongli.” You were already preparing the table with the teacups by the time he entered your home. It was elegant incarnate to watch you move around the room, to place everything so perfectly and properly that he wondered if you hadn’t been a spirit in another life. 

“I am home.” He reached for your waist and pulled you close, his smile setting yours off, and as the kettle began to sound he first greeted you with a heartwarming kiss. 

There are many things he can circumvent - his capabilities are endless but he found that no matter how strong a person is, there is one thing strength cannot beat 

To watch you slowly suffer was a torturous thing. Every day you grew weaker and weaker, your skin changed but the kindness of your smile outweighed it all until the day finally came ... 

A ceremony to send someone off is a beautiful thing, a celebration of their life while they kept it their own, a remembrance and blessing to hold strong every impact they made - but to Zhongli that day was laced with bitterness 

He made the arduous steps up the hillside. His legs carried him on even when nothing else of him felt the desire to do so. When he finally reached the peak, he prepared everything so skillfully as if he’d practiced this a thousand times, and it's possible he did for there was no end to his life even if he wished for it. 

“My dear, the flowers are blooming splendidly.” He set the burning incense by the weathered tombstone. It had faded and eroded over the years, but as he brushed the engraving with his fingers, he could still make out its marks. 

The chimes in the tree rang out as he poured a glass of tea before setting it against the small offering before you. “Ah, I can only hope you are able to see them from beyond the veil.” As he gazed out over the vast field, the sun illuminated the thousands of flowers that surrounded your grave, and, as he took a sip of his tea, he sighed contentedly before continuing, “Never worry, I shall cultivate more until you do. I know how fond you were of flowers.”

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[omiscurls]

Okay so, you know those fics where Y/N gets insulted, and their S/O is immediately about to fight the person who insulted their lover? But the person who was told that is always like “babe it’s fine don’t worry about it” and they walk away?

Can you write some headcanons for Zhongli and maybe Diluc where this happens, but instead of them walking away, Y/N absolutely destroys the person who tried to make them sad? EX:

“Your voice is annoying,”

“Yeah, well, I’m not the one always going after other people despite having out-of-season shoes, Patricia.”

(Sorry if this is too long and specific!!!)

bite back

plot: reader reacts to an insult

characters: zhongli, diluc

warnings: some insults, nothing crazy

zhongli

we’re talking about a man with patience that lasts a millenia, so he’s really, really not too bothered by anything people would ever say to him 

you know how at some point you don’t care anymore and don’t even realize? he has reached that point time and time again

so if someone vaguely insults you, just saying something passive-aggressive, not anything too heated, he’ll just try to get you to move on from it

from his perspective, it’s really easy to get violent and irritated when irked, so he really respects a calm approach towards the situation - and i mean his heart really does skip a beat.

the streets of liyue get quite busy this time of the year, with all the merchants from the six other nations flooding the streets, various festivities either showing up or slowly closing, and just generally a lot of people in every corner of the city. 

it makes it exciting to take a little walk through the controlled chaos, but you can’t always count on people to be nice. so as you roam the main avenue, with your partner heading off to a stand he got particularly interested in, you feel yourself bumping into a guy. 

“oh, sorry about that” you say, about to dismiss the whole situation, but the person at the other end of the scene doesn’t seem to be as in favor. 

“to hell with your sorry, i almost spilled my coffee!” the guy yells, attracting various people’s attention, and, what you didn’t notice, zhongli’s as well.

“again, sorry, i didn’t look where i was going” you answer, apologetically, yet not particularly involving yourself in the nonsense this man’s creating. 

“doesn’t fix it!” he scoffs “did you know how much this shirt cost me? bet you don’t, an idiot such as yourself wouldn’t even dare to dream about prices like that” 

he seems to be in a better mood after saying that, even if it made no sense whatsoever, and stares back at you with a confident smile, waiting for your reaction. you smile as well, crossing your arms at chest, walking a couple steps closer towards him. 

“obviously only an idiot, such as yourself” you quote “would use a price tag of something in order to attempt winning the conversation. did that make sense in your twisted little brain?” your smile grows a bit wider as you nod, cooing in the most babyish voice you could muster.  “well, i supposed i did you a favor there, considering how hideous that shirt looks on you! i can see why you’re worked up about spending money on it. i wouldn’t, but then again, my brain has a little more capacity than yours seems to.” 

upon finishing, you pat him on the shoulder, and pass him by, completely unfazed, searching the crowd for your partner. you nod acknowledging his presence, taking his hand into yours again before walking off.

the two of you remain in silence for a little while, before zhongli finally manages to whisper:

“that was well-handled” 

“oh, i know i went a bit too far with the brain capacity, but the nerve this guy had! i just couldn’t shut up once i started” you giggle lightheartedly, surprising him even more. 

“no, i meant it, that you handled that well. i did. i just... find myself at a loss of words, i guess?” he chuckles. 

“why’s that?” you smile at him, looking him right in the eye, waiting for the response. he smiles too, before shaking his head. 

“i can’t quite explain.” 

what he meant was - that was almost too attractive. 

diluc

can really go from 0 to a 100 in less than a second

he’s ready to stand up, an insult already at the tip of his tongue, hand clenching into fists

ready with a capital r

when you beat him to it, though, he’s gonna be… well he himself doesn’t know

it’s not pride, it’s less positive, but nevertheless he’s content you don’t let anybody walk all over you

he’s familiar with the character that is donna for quite some time now, although he hides it very well, growing professional with the way he pretends to always not quite look where she stands or be some place else when she attempts to talk to him.

an expert at wriggling out of social situations like him doesn’t find any trouble in simply avoiding the problem all he needs to.

so when the both of you come back to mondstadt city after a walk, and pass the gates, he catches her figure with the corner of his eye, but doesn’t give even the slightest signal that he did notice it. taking your hand in his very gently, he leads the two of you towards angel’s share.

he even engages in a puny conversation about some flowers, letting go of the observation of his surroundings in order to look at the way your whole face brightens up when you smile.

before he knows it, someone’s in front of the both of you, spilling a red and sticky liquid all over you. surprised, you look up, noticing the way donna’s face scrunches up in a grin, before she gasps in faux shock, eyes darting at your companion.

“oh, i’m so sorry” she says in an overly sweet tone “I’m so clumsy, totally didn’t see you there! but then again, maybe it’s for the better you get rid of that… shirt you got there”

her skin wrinkles from how hard she’s smiling, and diluc can feel the irritation in him rising, but before he can even react, a similar expression paints your face, mouth opening to say:

“don’t mention it! thanks for your advice, but i think you need to reconsider how you dress, first, though! seems like even something as revealing as this can’t get you anywhere in your pursuit, can it now?”

you squeeze closer into diluc’s side, careful not to stain his clothing with the substance, hand affectionately running up and down his arm.

you watch her eyes widen in anger, mouth pressing into a tight line, all causing satisfaction to flood your chest, as you smile brightly.

“have a good one!” you wave off, starting to walk away, diluc mindlessly following suit. as soon as the two of you reach safe distance, you whisper to him lowly: “i wasn’t too mean, was i? sorry, she was getting on my nerves”

he has to clear his throat before answering, “no, no you weren’t, she had it coming with how rude she was towards you” he explains, a protective shoulder wrapping around yours.

“good” you breathe out, looking down at your attire. “well, this is ruined now…”

diluc registers just then how dirty your shirt looks, and the level of anger inside him rises once more, he’s ready to go and talk some more sense into donna right then and there, but gives up on those hopes.

“i’ll get it cleaned as an apology for this… scenario. come, i definitely have something clean in the back”

“as an apology? you didn’t do anything”

“yes, but… well we both know why she’s after you like that.” he sighs “if it happens again, i’ll be sure to deal with it myself”

with a kiss to your forehead, he’s gone in search for that shirt.

[blzzrdstryr]

Like a fairy tale

Yandere!Diluc x maid!fem!reader

Wordcount: 1921

CW: Yandere and slightly suggestive themes.

You loved reading fairy tales as a child - they were magical and hopeful, a needed retreat for a child of destitute parents. They were a promise that if you were good and kind and beautiful enough, eventually some faraway prince would come by and save you from poverty. And you tried to be good - you were obedient and hardworking and you pushed your hardest in the local school, yet hardship and scarcity still trailed your every step - the meager earnings your parents made weren't enough to buy you nice clothes or let you eat until you were sated, which in turn made social interactions harder: some kids sneered and humiliated you, some tried to help you out of pity. You disliked both groups: whether they were friendly or aggressive towards you, they still looked down on you.

Thus you decided to distance yourself from your peers - there was no knight in shining armour galloping towards you on a snow white steed, yet a good education could be your golden ticket to a better rich life. It was hard at first - to work and to study and to help your parents all while ignoring the demeaning and insulting comments the bullies made, but you gritted your teeth and pushed forward, imagining how wealthy you’ll become in the future and in the end our efforts were rewarded - you graduated as the best student, that led you to receiving a scholarship from Sumeru academy. Sparks and shine appeared in your eyes as you read the letter, barely stopping yourself from outright squealing and jumping from joy.

The moment of happiness didn’t last long though, as a reality again reminded you that there’s no place for fairy tales in the real world - scholarship covered the full cost of apprenticeship, but only it - you still had to spend money on the journey from Mondstadt to Sumeru, a place to rent and food, and if you still could find a job after your arrival in the foreign country and pay off the later two, trip required mora that you never had. At first you had a mad idea to traverse Teyvat on your own two feet - it would be a slow and arduous process, but cheap nonetheless. You later gave up on this plan - archons didn’t give you any vision, nor did you have fighting and travelling experience to aid you on the trail that no doubt would be full of slimes, hilichurls and other dangerous monsters.

And that’s how you started job hunting - you took on any work that promised you a hefty pay, be it some boring reports for guild of adventurers or an exciting yet risky endeavor of getting information for an extravagant cavalry captain, which then led you to Dawn Winery. Head housemaid, Adelinde, posted a job opening for a maid, and the prospect of a stable salary, free food and comfortable bed was enough to lure you in there - two or three years ago the previous owner of the winery died in the accident and his successor left Mond for some reason, leaving the maintenance and management of the winery on the shoulders of the said housemaid.

After a quick interview, the head maid demanded you to show her your cleaning skills, which you effortlessly did, having to look after the house by yourself all your childhood. It seems she was satisfied, as she nodded to you and asked to follow her as she led you to your room. Compared to the other two maids here, Hillie and Moco, who preferred to spend their work time in idle chat, you came off as highly professional and diligent worker. This contrast raised both your position and salary in the winery, as Adelinde started to entrust you with tasks more interesting than simple sweeping and cleaning.

You were outside the winery the day you met Diluc - returning from the city and carrying several stacks of milk and wheat you got chased by the hilichurls. Monsters didn’t leave you, no matter how long and how far you ran. You were ready to drop all the goods and have Adelinde to scold you for wastefulness and dereliction when Ragnvindr appeared and stole a breath from you. He looked just like the prince from your childhood tales, impossibly pretty and strong, arriving just when the creatures caught up with you and then defeating all of them with a single slash of great claymore. And just like a fairytale prince he helped you to get up and collect the scattered baggage and asked if you were okay. Then you two headed for the winery, you didn't know that he was it's owner at the time, chatting and thanking him, as he carried purchases. Adelinde almost fainted when she saw the return of the prodigal master in your company. After hastily taking goods from his hands, she made you apologize for rudeness and insubordination, but Diluc interrupted you saying it was fine.

Ragnvindr heir returned back to the winery and life went on its own, except the unreadable glares Diluc started to send you when you both were in the same room. It started off small: the quick glances that soon grew into intense staring. With his impassive stone face it was impossible to tell why he was glaring at you so much, so you acted as polite and professional as you could in his vicinity - after all you didn’t want to get fired and look for a new job. The key to this riddle presented itself during one day.

It was a bleak windy morning when Adelinde sent you to the city again, and as you walked the sky darkened and rain started. You returned absolutely soaked and shivering, teeth chattering and limbs slightly numb from cold and when Diluc saw you he ordered you to change in a low commanding voice. Frightened by the possible dismissal, you hurried putting on the uniform. Because of the haste you pulled it too tightly, hiking up a maid dress a little. It wasn’t up enough to reveal your hips or thighs, showing just a portion of knees that was usually hidden by the wide skirt.

Diluc’s eyes were glued on the uncovered joints, a subtle blush appearing on his pale cheeks. You continued to work, feeling how he consumed your legs with his eyes alone. He is lusting after me. You didn't know what to do with that revelation back then, embarrassed and slightly scared of attracting master Diluc's attention.

Nonetheless, an answer quickly came on the next day as you found a bonus to your salary, so big that it could be considered a payment for the next month. Diluc, despite his usually impassive face, seemed to be ashamed of the thoughts he had yesterday, with the body language telling you of his true feelings.

A plan came to mind. You hated yourself for it at first - it was low and disgraceful, you felt like a stereotypical manipulative gold digger, yet still decided to realize it in life - you needed mora, as fast and as much as possible. Over the time you spent working at the Dawn winery you noticed that Diluc, despite his obviously high intelligence, wasn't really good at judging one’s character, so he fell for your scheme pretty easily. Design you had in mind was pretty simple - to stir him up with small, innocuous gestures and changes that would slip past the outsider’s eyes.

Sometimes you applied a thin layer of healing lip balm on your lips, that so conveniently happened shine and glitter under the light, sometimes you donned your dress a little bit higher, opening the view of two delicate knees and sometimes after cleaning and working all day you felt so hot that you had to unfasten one or two buttons to cool off. Diluc, despite not showing it on his face, was obviously distracted and aroused, hands clenched into fists and a shaky, barely controlled exhale escaping his nose.

He started to pile you with bonuses and prizes; “for a well done job”, he said one time, averting his gaze and masking the shame in his voice under a huff. He also started to request you to specifically clean the rooms he occupied, his eyes sizing up almost every inch of your body. You felt how the lust and desire radiated off him, how his hands itched to trace your skin and have you at his mercy, yet he stopped every time with his steel strong control and self-discipline. You sensed how it dwindled little by little.

Diluc, in some perverted sense, was that fair prince of your childhood daydreams that would save you from poverty.

You almost had saved up the needed amount of money when you noticed the loss of your most cherished possession - an invitation to the Sumeru academy and scholarship certificate. With heart booming in your chest you started to look for it in the whole winery, without giving out that you were searching for something. It seems that you were unsuccessful in your attempts, as master of the winery soon called you into the office.

Here, he was sitting behind the desk with a familiar paper in his hand - your eyes widened as you saw it and you had an urge to run up to him and snatch the invitation from him. You performed a curtsy instead, closing the door behind you and waiting for him to speak, eyes still on the sheet in Diluc’s hold.

“[First], you are a diligent and skillful employee, Adelinde has a very high opinion of you” he started from afar, a slight rosy blush dusting his cheeks at "skillful employee".

"So as your employer I wouldn't want any harm to befall on your person, and" he shaked the invitation a couple of times, "it came to my attention that you were planning on travelling to Sumeru. I advise you against this nonsensical idea".

You gritted teeth, careful not to insult him with the couple of barbed words at the tip of your tongue. Nonsensical idea? This was your goal, a main reason why you worked so much and allowed yourself so little.

“I am sorry, master Diluc, I am afraid I can’t abandon this idea”, you say, response flat and controlled, a thunderstorm of emotions hidden beneath the faux calm, “It is my goal, and the main reason why I work here”. So I can have a bright and secure future, in which I won’t have to worry about the tomorrow ever again.

“I also learned that you were born into a low income family and you had to struggle in your life because of that ” a sudden mention of your less than glorious origin makes your face burn from the shame you thought you buried a long time ago. You are stunned, so he continues: “I believe this little endeavor of yours is also motivated by your desire for a stable future. Drop it, I travelled all across the Teyvat and there are horrors that can easily destroy you both in body and spirit”.

He stands up from the desk, and gets closer to you: “I can look after and provide for you, just stay there and you won’t have to worry about the future again ”. His hold on the paper gets tighter, pyro vision shining with a dangerous glint. A faint smell of smoke spreads through the room - a warning if you remain stubborn and unyielding.

Who could have known that the fair prince was a greedy dragon all along?

[cinnamonest]

Ok in addition to earlier post some important categories of boy:

Childe, Zhongli: Actually understands pregnancy thank God. Takes good care of you, gets you food you want, is always really affectionate and nuzzles you and rubs your belly once you're all swollen. Keeps talking about potential names and rambles about fun things you're all gonna do together and how much fun you'll have as a family. Laughs off your mood swings which is kinda infuriating bc it's infantilizing/trivializing and feels like he's not taking you seriously

Xingqiu, Kaeya: *Thinks* he knows how pregnancy works. He does not. Know-it-all about it as he confidently spews blatantly incorrect statements. Sigh. Also infuriatingly is one to be like "we're pregnant :)" and claim he's suffering just as much as you are bc he has to put up with your moodiness. Expects to be praised every time he does anything helpful.

Bennett, Chongyun, Venti: Does not know anything but he's trying his best, bless him. Goes along with anything you want with a smile on his face. Angel. Venti in particular is kinda embarrassed that he knows so little bc he's so old but he's just never bothered to really understand that sort of thing.

Kazuha: goes along with what you want. Honestly kinda underestimates himself, thinks he knows *less* than he does, kinda weirded out by everything but fascinated. Gets super hurt by mood swings. Needs constant validation that you don't love the kid more than him.

Albedo: Understands pregnancy. This is actually unfortunate because he thinks he knows more than you do and will constantly make you aware that he is the Expert(tm). Prepare to constantly have your thoughts overridden and get the "you're just being moody because you're hormonal (and therefore I will dismiss any claims of me doing something wrong)". Also kinda pulls the "I'm suffering just as much as you are" but more subtle than Kaeya/Xingqiu

Diluc: kinda understands but also very confused despite that. Just kinda curiously fascinated but also scared of mood swings. Just kinda... Thinks it's strange... Rubs the bulge... But is still also happy and proud. Gets really into buying you maternity clothes and super expensive stuff for the kid. A worrier and panics bc what if everything isn't exactly perfect? Needs to make sure they have everything you can possibly need. Also absolutely freaks out and panics majorly when you finally go into labor like pls get this man out of the room he's making things worse

Razor: Very proud of himself for understanding the basics, like the fact that your stomach gets bigger! See, he's a smart boy, he learned things from watching lupical :) did you know that?? Is unaware of other things, but he'll get you food and help you walk around!! You don't need those human doctors, wolves give birth all the time and they're fine :) He'll even kinda sit there and nuzzle you in labor, see, good mate. Pls be proud of him

Xiao: Already views women like an alien species so boy has absolutely no idea what's happening. Does not know how long pregnancy is. Does not know mood swings and cravings are a thing and is very confused, why are you being mean to him?? Gets very curious towards the later stages and kinda pokes the bulge, retracts hand at the speed of light and recoils with wide eyes bc what the fuck was that did it just move??? Is it like actually alive inside?? He just kinda thought it was asleep and still up until being born?? This is all so confusing it's exhausting the poor bb. Also gets really hurty when you have an emotional episode and lash out at him, kinda slinks off to the corner to pout. Needs an apology and a hug.