#diluc rk

[hiraya-rawr]

SHOTS TAGAY CLUBBING WITH BGC BOY KAEYA

WHY 😭

[kaeyazuha]

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡

𝙛𝙩. 𝙙𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙘, 𝙭𝙞𝙖𝙤, 𝙯𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙞, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙖𝙚𝙮𝙖

; 11/9/21

; Pure Fluff

; CW: Physical Touch, Cursing

pt. 2 !

    𝗗𝗶𝗹𝘂𝗰 𝗥𝗮𝗴𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗿

♡ Making Diluc laugh is harder than catching the sun with a butterfly net, to put it simply. He’s a stoic man, surrounded by nearly impenetrable walls built by bare, calloused hands. Though, while he’s a stoic man, he’s also a very…ticklish man.

♡ From the base of his neck, down to his ribs, even back up to his arms, he’s ticklish everywhere! It’s hard to tell at first with his leather jacket being so thick over his dress shirt, but once that’s off and hung up on the rack for the night? Ghost your fingers along his sides and he’ll chuckle- but if you keep going? Using your entire hand with little mercy, and adding in your own laughter? He’s an absolute mess!

♡ His laughter’s deep, boisterous, but so infectious. Laughing so hard his head tosses back with the most uncharacteristic expression you’ve seen on him, pale skin flushed the most beautiful shades of scarlet and crimson from both embarrassment and laughing so hard that breathing became a privilege. You bring it out of him, but beware, you’ll need to reassure him that being vulnerable like this isn’t a bad thing. With some time and surprise tickles, you’ll hear that laughter of his a lot more often.

 - ♡ -

 Red has always been a good color on Diluc. From his crimson hair to the wine colored touches that decorated his clothing, all the way to the scarlet tint painting his skin when you hugged him so close.

“Dearest, I’m working…” He sighed softly, leaning back into your touch and tilting his head enough to stare up at you. “I’m aware, unfortunately. When’s the last time you rested?”

He never did like it when you’d pout, falling victim to your antics became all too easy. For example, right now- with your hands ghosting from his dress shirt-clad shoulders down to his sides, his skin being far too receptive to your touches.

“I’ll join you in bed after this paperwo-RK–” He squeaked. The prestigious prodigy of a young man squeaked when you dug your fingertips against his sides and started to tickle him with such a deceivingly innocent smile. Diluc knew what was coming when you first walked in, and yet, he couldn’t find it in him to stop you. Not when something so simple gave him more joy than the majority of his life ever did.

“Sorry, paper-what? Couldn’t hear that last bit.” He wanted to retort to your cheeky response, he really did, but he couldn’t as a wobbly smile slowly overtook his scowl and his eyes clenched shut; and he laughed, a laugh so real that it caught you off guard. The window cast gentle moonlight over his figure, and danced along his skin in ribbons with the way every bout of laughter sent him reeling back against his chair.

Eyes wide and cheeks flushed, your hands stilled against him. The hair he’d tied back so neatly sprawled out over the headrest, and his bleary eyes looked up at you with feigned annoyance- despite the smile still lingering and tugging at his lips. One hand- still gloved- reached up to hold your arm, his thumb tracing mindless shapes and trails into your skin.

“Don’t…do that again.”

“…”

“At least not in this position, my neck has begun to cramp.”

    𝗫𝗶𝗮𝗼

♡ Getting him to laugh- sometimes even smile- is a shot in the dark. He’s used to closing off what emotions he has left since they’ve been nothing but painful thus far. However, once he’s comfortable around you, it comes easy. When you recall events of your day- maybe with overexaggerated facial expressions, or mocking voices- he finds it much harder to stop laughing.

♡ It’s more of a chuckle or a giggle at first, but if you keep going, he’ll double over in hysterics. It actually scares him at first. Why is breathing harder now? Why does it hurt, but…also feel good? How come he doesn’t feel more angry, more upset but instead…happy? It’s scary to him, so smile at him, laugh with him and not at him. Let him know that he’s okay.

♡ This becomes a surprisingly regular occurrence. Not the full hysterics, but definitely a hushed chuckle and wobbly smile as he tries to hold back the laughter he’s deemed unusual. Maybe you’re telling Xiao about the horrendous commissions you had today, and you mock the asker’s voice- now he’s hiding his face and laughing into his palm with the happiest look in his eyes you’d ever seen from him.

 - ♡ -

 “You wouldn’t believe this guy! It’s every week– no, every day! An adventurer, trained for the worst, and he can’t even handle a few hilichurls or slimes.” Your head must’ve been bruised with the way you hit it against the table, Xiao’s hand slowly patting the top of it for comfort. His fingers lingered over the crown of your head, the tender warmth radiating off his palms.

“Seriously. I turn around, walk two steps, and he’s face first on th– Xiao?” If anything, it was expected that he’d scold you- making a mockery of an innocent person. But instead, Xiao has his face buried in his hands; shoulders shaking and the tips of his ears a lovely shade of red. At first, he seemed to be crying with the way his head sunk so low against his palms. Though, when he resurfaced from the safety of his makeshift hiding place for a sharp breath- it was easy to tell that wasn’t the case.

His golden eyes were watery, sure, but they looked more like they were glowing. The edges of his tattoo gleamed a stunning turquoise, and his shockingly gentle laughter sent shivers and quakes through his figure where he sat. Even the table trembled in his presence, but not out of fear- out of the way his arms kept knocking into it when he scrambled to regain composure. It wasn’t that funny, it really wasn’t, so why couldn’t he stop himself?

“You’re…laughing, you’re really laughing.”

It was no surprise that you found yourself breathless, in shock at the way your adeptus of a lover found himself weak to a simple joke. It took him a moment, admittedly, to catch his breath. Not even endless nights of battle did this to him. “…You are not to speak of this to anyone. To do so…means you have no respect for the adepti!” Xiao sputtered in an attempt to save his carefully crafted ego, cheeks still flushed.

But, when you slowly cupped those rosy cheeks in your palm and gave him that sweet smile he fell for in the first place, he thinks that maybe…maybe this isn’t so bad.

Maybe it’s alright to let himself feel okay every once in a while.

    𝗭𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶

♡ Making him laugh is probably the easiest- you just have to laugh! The two of you have a few inside jokes- and when one comes back to memory, and you start laughing out of nowhere? He’ll give you a perplexed expression for one count, two count…and now he’s doubling over with you.

♡ He’s got a hand clutching either his stomach or his thigh, his head’s tossed back, and his eyes are squeezed shut as he lets out the most boisterous laughter you’ve ever heard from someone.  And until you stop laughing, it’s unlikely that he will either. The sound of your laugh just makes him so happy. So what else is there to do but laugh with you?

♡ Tears flood his eyes and his chest heaves with every labored breath- but it’s so worth it to see his breathless smile, the occasional chuckle escaping his lips. This isn’t a very common occurrence, usually it’s a small bout of laughter or a chuckle- but these moments, treat them like gold, keep them in your memory and keep them safe.

 - ♡ -

 It wasn’t that funny, truly, it wasn’t. Just a mishap that occurred at the most random of times- the both of you forgetting your wallets after a lovely night out, and then spending the next five minutes ‘arguing’ over who would run home to grab it– most would consider it a terrible turn of events. But when Zhongli returned with his wallet, neatly combed hair downgraded to a wind-caressed mess and suit slightly wrinkled, you couldn’t help but laugh when your eyes met. His gaze was sheepish, flustered- like that of a teenage schoolboy.

The patrons must’ve thought you two were insane, especially when Zhongli joined in right after. “M-My love, may I ask what you’re laughing about?” He stammered out, smile shaking and laughter masked as the occasional cough as he tried to hold intact the last of his resolve.

“Nothing, nothing– wait, why are you laughing?!” Now he’s doubled over the intricate design of the chair- grasping onto the rim for dear life with every bout of laughter. He sounded so lovely that nobody seemed to mind, but he certainly did; cheeks stained scarlet out of pure embarrassment, his gaze trained on the floor as he laughed. “I apologize, dearest, I’m usually more composed–”

You’d mostly stopped laughing by now, too entranced by the genuine happiness painting his sculpture-like features. “No, no, it’s alright. I like seeing you like this. Even if it means I have to pay for the next date.” He only laughed more at that- before the endless waves of laughter started to ease, he reached out and grabbed your hand to hold it tightly in his.

“Thank you for these moments, my dear (F/n). This was but a small mishap, but we’ve made a lovely memory out of it, one I’ll treasure for the entirety of my being. I truly, humbly–”

“Alright, alright, I get it!” He only smiled at your breathless giggle, leading you out of the restaurant with the softest of gazes.

“But yes, you’ll be paying for our next date.”

    𝗞𝗮𝗲𝘆𝗮 𝗔𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗵

♡ Making Kaeya laugh is easy, but making him really laugh? …No, it’s still easy, just unexpected. It’ll take no time, no patience, and a really well crafted insult. The first time you’ve heard him really laugh was after spouting a completely random insult to some hilichurl shooter that kept getting on your nerves. Why in Teyvat would you call it an “furry shit goblin?”

♡ So, rather than helping you get the darn thing down from its pedestal, he just doubles over and wheezes. The cryo from the hilichurl’s bow and arrow’s freezing, sure, but his laughter sends chills down your spine. He just sounds so…happy. Ethereal, really. …Even though he’s technically laughing at you.

♡ Kaeya’s a strange man, and he knows it- but what’s it matter when you start laughing with him too? It’s contagious, can you blame him? In summary, making him laugh is fairly easy once you get used to some…bizarre…vocabulary. But it’s worth it, because his real laughter is probably the closest thing you’ve seen to the bright and genuinely cheerful young boy Kaeya once was.

 - ♡ -

 It was only natural to be upset in this type of situation. An entire camp cleared out in no time, not a scratch obtained- but a single, lonesome cryo hilichurl seemed immune to injury no matter how tirelessly the two of you worked at it. Kaeya only sighed, starting to gather materials and opting to leave the hilichurl be. You, on the other hand, kept going at it- how could you not? Every time you turned around, another hit of ice would send goosebumps raging across your skin.

“Alright, that’s it– listen here, you little furry shit goblin– either you get down here, or I’ll get Traveler to windblade your ass out o– Kaeya???” A loud snort interrupted your monologue, his menacing, 6’1 figure reduced to a kneeling puddle of chuckles and hushed laughter.

Out of pure concern, you rushed over to him- a hand on his back and one reaching to tilt his face upwards. “Are… you okay? Did it hit you too?” Though, when he faced you- tan skin tinted red as he bit down on his lip to muffle his laughter, you just had to smile back at him. “What’re you laughing at??

“Now, now, no need to get s-so– cold over this–” And now he’s bursting out into actual laughter, grabbing your shoulder for support and turning his face away out of shame and an instinct to hide any vulnerability. “It’s not that funny!” Yet, despite your words, giggles bubbled up in your throat until you laughed with him. He sounded so joyous, so carefree and genuine as he tossed his head back and laughed into the winds of home.

A few moments passed, and a gloved finger brushed away a tear from his eye. “My sincerest apologies, dear (F/n)~. I don’t know what came over me.” Kaeya found himself caught off guard when you faced him, and stared up at him like he used to stare up at the stars- but, you looked at him like he hung those stars in the sky instead.

And as his hand moved up to rest on yours, he found himself smiling again.

He’s finally home.

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Word Count: 2199

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