#genshin koko

[satsuma-saturn]

the fact that the crit rate went up when i was leveling the artifact from 19 to 20 is kind of an insult 😭 like, here’s my kokomi w/ a fucking -79.5 crit rate. i need better artifacts for hp, her hp is only like 27k

when i originally built her, i didn’t exactly build her properly, not having her hp scaling in mind, so now i’m trying to build her better lol

[artfromastraix]

[lumenasolis]

I don't ONLY draw magical girls, look, I drew these two Definitely Not Magical Girls

[kokoasci]

(wip) rare koko genshin art

[the-travelling-witch]

summary: i'm back on my "'i have more knowledge on x topic than all your advisers together, i just couldn’t progress through the ranks for one reason or another, so you should definitely make me your concubine, so i can gossip about your minister of finance’s stupid proposal while wearing expensive shit and fine dining and then we slowly fall in love' royal au" bs again, so have some rambles because there are a lot of possible constellations here

characters: shouto :: kenma :: inui/koko :: al-haitham/kaveh x gn! reader

general masterlist

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐎

You could practically feel the daggers being glared into your skull. This entire meeting so far, the prince’s closest adviser had narrowed his eyes at you, a gesture which you only returned with a coy smile.

Really, just because it wasn’t common for a royal concubine to attend a meeting concerning safety measures at the upcoming masquerade ball, there was no need for such hostility.

Then again, maybe the adviser was so foul-tempered because of the physical position you found yourself in. But it wasn’t your fault they hadn’t prepared another seat for you or that Shouto was notoriously unbothered with social etiquette. So, if the prince ordered his concubine to sit on his lap instead, who were you to argue?

You doubted he glared at you because he was aware you had been investigating him or that you knew he and his fellow spies were planning an assassination attempt on the royal whose arm was currently lazily curled around your waist.

Surely, “concubine” was not exactly the title you had had in mind when agreeing to work as an intelligence agent on the Todoroki court but considering the former crown prince Touya had basically gone up in smoke after an attempt on his life, placing yourself right next to the prince where an enemy wouldn’t expect might not be a bad idea.

Besides, since you had taken the prince up on his offer, you had been able to enjoy many luxuries you could previously not even dream of. Delicacies practically melted on your tongue, the material of your clothes was of a quality so fine it was like dressing in air and the library held rare books you normally couldn’t get your hands on just like that.

You also had to admit, pretending to be Shouto’s lover wasn’t exactly torture either. Not only was he as handsome as they come but he was also very well-mannered towards you even in private. The clumsy side only few got to see when he let his guard down was also quite adorable.

So, to say you were quite comfortable where you were and had no intention of giving up your spot any time soon was an understatement.

“Your Highness is it really necessary to bring,” the adviser paused momentarily as he gestured at you, “this person to a meeting such as this? How can we be sure they are not working for an opposing kingdom, relaying our security measures to the enemy?”

You caught yourself before a snort escaped you. Seriously, how was nobody onto this guy before you came around?

“I have no doubt about their loyalty to me and the kingdom,” Shouto said, tone even as always, yet his hand around your waist tightened. “Besides, their safety might be compromised just like mine, so this information should be shared with them as well.”

“That’s right,” you goated, a sharp grin on your lips as you reached backwards over your shoulder to run your fingers down Shouto‘s neck as you held eye contact with the adviser. “I’ve shown my devotion to the prince in ways you never could.”

Soon you’d watch the light drain from his eyes as you ended his miserable life but for now you’d find amusement in how they widened in indignation.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀

“Your Highness! I must ask you to stay in the medic’s quarters!” Said medic was fussing around you as you pulled the outer layer of your clothes back on. “I dressed the wound and used a minor healing spell but you need to rest! A-and your medicine—“

“I can rest in my quarters too,” you sighed, already halfway out of the door. “Someone will come pick up the treatment later.”

The medic was still stammering long after you already set out towards your room, trying not to put too much pressure on your side. You didn’t think it’d be that big of a deal but apparently the monster’s claws that had grazed your skin were laced in some sort of venom, the pain of which left you wheezing when you received another blow to the stomach.

Half stumbling, half falling into your room, you reckoned whatever spell the medic had cast hadn’t done much to rid your body of the poison, especially if you remembered how he had floundered once you first drudged into the infirmary. No wonder you had gone behind your parents’ backs to employ someone who actually understood his craft.

“Whoa what happened to you?” Kenma lifted his head from his magic-driven game board at the sound of the door opening. His sharp amber eyes studied you from head to toe, taking in the ripped clothes and collection of bruises and scratches. “You look like death chewed you up and spit you back out.”

“Thanks,” you retorted just as sarcastically, working to rid yourself of the rest of your armour, wincing when you strained the area around your ribs. “Must be the poison.”

“Poison?” Immediately, Kenma had perked up, already rounding the table, his game forgotten. “What poison? And where? And why didn’t you lead with that?”

Usually, the guy tried to make himself as small as possible, hoping to blend into the background. But whenever you dragged in yet another weird and wonderful ailment from out in the wild, your shy healer found himself in the habit of becoming a little bossy. Other royals might take offence if their concubines used that kind of tone but you had to admit you didn’t really mind.

“Well, it’s not like you gave me much of a chance to explain,” you laughed, pulling your shirt off and letting it pile up with the rest of your things, then wriggled your eyebrows at the blond. “So, where do you want me?”

“You are the worst, even when you’re dying,” Kenma rolled his eyes before a warm hand settled on your bare back and nudged you towards the bed. “For now, just lie down. And tell me exactly what the hell happened to you.”

Without any resistance, you settled down and watched as Kenma got to work. It was fascinating each time, even if you didn’t understand much of it and you were the one having to be treated. Whenever he focused on something, he adopted this no-nonsense expression, lips tightened into a line and eyebrows drawn together. You didn’t even want to start thinking about the way your skin tingled where his fingers touched you, well aware that the reason for it wasn’t the magic Kenma used.

“I told the doc someone would pick up my medicine later,” you spoke up once your healer had finished his work and both of you were just lingering within the same space.

As always when you told Kenma something he didn’t want to hear, he made one of the most expressive faces of disgust a human could muster.

“I’ll make sure to trip on the way,” he shrugged and you were aware he might actually do it too. “I didn’t spend all this time healing you just so that idiot can poison you again with whatever concoction he came up with this time.”

“Just what would I do without you?” Brushing a stray strand of hair out of his eyes, you didn’t miss how Kenma, the guy who used to flinch at people coming near him, leaned slightly into your touch.

𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐈 / 𝐊𝐎𝐊𝐎

The golden light of the sinking sun illuminated the balcony as birds chirped their last songs of the day. In the midst of the flowers blooming across the railing and the castle walls, three people sat around a table filled with fruits, cheese and many other delicious foods, eating and laughing together.

“But to come back to your Minister of Finance’s proposal,” Koko, who seemingly hadn’t taken his eyes off the kingdom’s budget sheet, spoke up. Splitting off a few of the coins from the stack in front of him to visualise the share he was thinking about, he offered his insight. “I think we should use a cut of the newly allocated funds to strengthen the army’s equipment. The knights could do with new armour, especially considering the neighbouring kingdom has been less than friendly lately.”

“What new funds are we talking about?” You inquired, not having been privy to the meeting prior this day. 

“The party we sent out recently was more successful than we expected them to be,” Inui clued you in with a small smile as he studied what Koko proposed.

“Ah, the expedition that was my idea and that I equipped with the right tools. In that case,” you said, a mischievous glint in your eyes, before you made the stack of coins levitate over your outstretched palm, “I think we should use it to build a magic tower. It would help more with defence than equipping the knights, considering what fun things I could do with one.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Koko scolded, reaching over the table to snatch the coins back. “How should we justify the King’s concubine wishing for a magic tower?”

While you shrugged, Seishu took your hand and answered much gentler than the black haired man. 

“I have to agree with Koko. Not because I doubt you could do a lot of great things with such a tower but because we already had a lot of trouble explaining why the lightning only struck the enemy’s side in the last battle,” he sighed, giving you an understanding look he knew had you giving in already. “The public doesn’t know we have a magic user on our side and word of construction would spread fast. Don’t forget why you went into hiding in the first place.”

“Yeah yeah, I understand, no magic tower. But, how about,” you leant back in your chair, tossing a coin you had hidden up your sleeve before Koko could retrieve it, “one or the other magic tome? Nobody would even notice. Just say it’s for a new necklace or whatever else concubines usually get.”

“Are you suggesting we commit fraud?” Koko levelled his accusatory gaze at you.

“I don’t know, am I?” You innocently asked, batting your eyelashes at him. “It would be for the good of the people, after all.”

“How is you getting a new toy good for the people?”

“I could make the grains grow faster or whatever the people usually pray for,” you shrugged. “I’m at least granting their wishes.”

“I thought you were interested in necromancy recently,” Seishu laughed knowingly. “I’m no expert in the field but how is that helping with making the crops grow?”

“I’m sure a walking dead body or two would scare off the crows,” you said as seriously as you could. “It might also scare off thieves, now that I think about it.”

Koko just looked at you, horrified, while Seishu laughed at your nonchalance. When the former regained his senses, he reprimanded you again. 

“We are not using tax money, so you can experiment with the undead and unleash them on the public!”

“Eh, it was worth a try,” you relented before popping another grape in your mouth.

𝐀𝐋-𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐌 / 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐇

You were well aware of the whispers that filled the halls of the castle when you weren’t present. 

Kaveh was probably a more conventional concubine to take, considering his innate kindness and striking beauty. Clearly, when he waltzed into the room beside you, it was like the sun was rising before everyone’s eyes. Yeah, he was probably an expected choice.

Al-Haitham, on the other hand…

It wasn’t exactly his physique which raised people’s questions. Moreso it was his gruff temper and apparent boredom with most topics, burying his nose in a book and brushing people off with less than a single word at times, that made your staff shake their heads at your appointment.

Not that it mattered much what other people thought.

What did matter, however, was that your country’s infrastructure had improved significantly since you made your peculiar choice of companions. After most critical meetings concerning upcoming construction, your subordinates believed your return to your chambers meant you just had to relieve some pent-up stress. Yet, those “steamy” nights were spent hunched over maps and graphs of your nation, pointing out the flaws in your advisers’ proposals and redoing blueprints of planned buildings.

Perhaps nobody else in the castle was aware of it, but Al- Haitham and Kaveh were a genius strategist and brilliant architect respectively, responsible for the projects the public praised you most for. And that had been the nature of your relationship in the beginning. They patched out your advisers’ proposals and you made sure they were compensated accordingly, unconventional as the methods may be.

Though, you supposed, after working together for a while, the titles you had given them may not be so wrong anymore. Long nights spent agonising over the ideal location for a new project had turned into quiet evenings lounging around your quarters, enjoying fine wine and lingering touches. Having the two around had become a great sense of comfort to you and running into them between meetings and stacks of paperworks waiting for you made a spark of fondness flutter in your chest.

However, running into both of them at the same time also meant the unlikely pair were probably bickering. This time, you could actually hear them before you rounded the corner.

“I’m telling you, if we use this type of wood-”

“It would rot under the environmental influences faster than you could complete construction.”

“Why, you…!”

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you exhaled ready to calm down the situation somehow. Then, you came face to face with them and had an entirely new idea on how to mediate. Haitham had his arms crossed as he regarded the blond with an unimpressed expression, the pose accentuating the way his biceps and triceps flexed. With Kaveh turned away from you, you had a clear view of his back, as always exposed by the flowy robes he wore.

Sure, they might not be the most usual concubines you could’ve chosen, but that didn’t matter.

“Strategy meeting in my quarters, now. Royal orders.”

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i think @ryuryuryuyurboat was interested in the idea? have some incoherent rambles then jsjsh

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Can I please request Aqua(Konosuba), Kokomi, and Sara(both genshin) reacting to their s/o being attacked by giant fish monsters whenever they get close to so much as a pond, whether it makes sense for the monsters to be there or not, and only acting mildly inconvenienced by this?

I think it'd be funny

(Konosuba/Genshin Impact) Aqua, Kokomi, and Sara's S/O being attacked by giant fish

Aqua has no idea where these damn fish keep coming from!

She has the ability to bring fish to her, but not S/O!...At least, none that she's aware of.

Even when they were at a fountain, a giant creature tried to take a bite out of S/O.

Which it did out of Darkness, but it had no effect on her, much to Darkness's dismay.

S/O's mundane reactions was similar to her own.

(S/O) "Damn it, not again...!"

(Aqua) "Seriously, again? Ugh, hang on I think I can use my powers to make these pests go away..."

(Kazuma) "The hell are you two so casual about, THIS IS A BATHTUB! WHO'S THE JACKASS PUTTING A SHARK IN HERE?!"

Aqua doesn't seem to think much on it.

Because she doesn't think much at all.

Kokomi's startled by the giant sea creatures that leap out after S/O, quickly repelling them with her own vision.

Everytime S/O is near a body of water, her stress levels spike up.

Which was unfortunate since Inazuma was entirely surrounded by a body of water, and her stress was already near peak.

She doesn't understand how S/O is so casual about it, as if they were dealing with this their entire life.

Archons, have they?!

(Kokomi) "Dear, please stay near me whenever we travel. It would bring me at least some modicum of peace of mind..."

As weird as it was, Sara kind of liked S/O getting attacked by these fish.

It was a form of training in her eyes, always ready to test her mettle whenever they travelled near water.

No doubt someone would get creative and possibly employ the same tactics on herself or the Raiden Shogun.

Every single aquatic creature that dared attack S/O was quick to meet with a thunderous demise.

Though this was her attitude near the oceans. As for ponds and small feet deep water-

(Sara) "Have you angered the gods in some way? It is physically impossible to be attacked by a fish every single day."

(S/O) "You get used to it."

(Sara) "...I do not know if you should."

[feketeribizli]

barbenheimer girlfriends

[stinkkyy]

the creator falls (out of a tree) for diluc

Now why the hell was Diluc back here.

There wasn’t a real reason other than he had taken a walk that had ended up with him at this big ass tree again.

As he stands at the base of the statue to Barbatos, he feels a tug at his heart. It had been happening a lot more lately, this pulling. The tug at his heart as if somebody was at the other end of the string, gently urging him to go somewhere or do something.

So here he was at a statue for a God he admired and a tree dedicated to a woman who now protects all of Mondstadt silently.

He crosses his arms and glares up at the tree. “Well? I’m here now, what do you want from me?”

Diluc stands there for just a moment longer, secretly expecting a response but of course nothing comes from it.

He sighs, looking away from the tree feeling rather embarrassed for having such a wish.

With nothing left to do but try and enjoy his day out, he goes to sit at the base of the tree. He slumps against it, one leg folded up and the other splayed out before him. Diluc rests his head along the tree as he watches the clouds in the sky.

He felt like a fool.

For the past month or so he had been.. Strangely content. Happier than usual. That in itself would normally be cause for celebration but with such happiness came an unease.

Jean chalked it up to allergies, his immune system never favored the summer weather.

Lisa suggested that perhaps he was in love. That was the last time he’d ever come to her for advice.

Kaeya had a certain look in his eye. It told him that his past brother likely knew the ailed him but chose not to answer truthfully, only giving a rather cryptic response.

Venti was the only one who had given something halfway decent but even then it was bullshit upon more bullshit.

“Follow whatever is pulling your heart along and go talk to it! That will solve everything and who knows, maybe love will consume you and everything will be answered!”

Diluc snorts haughtily at himself as he remembers the bards words. Sure he was a god but he didn’t have to sound so annoying about it, former crush or no.

Before he could have anymore time to think about it there was a voice calling out to him from above.

“Hey! Hey hey, you there, D-! D..... Theee stranger in red!”

“… Excuse me?”

“Yeah you! Hey uh, I’m in a bit of pickle right now so you think you can help?”

Diluc looked up to where the voice was located and felt his heart freeze. The tugging had become stronger than it ever had before, so sharp and pointed like it was going to rip apart any second now.

The owner of the voice was covered by the leaves and branches of the tree but if he focused he could make out the outline of their body but even that was hard.

Whoever they were just might be the answer he had been searching for.

More leaves and twigs fell down onto his lap and he grunts in annoyance when he flicks them away. “How can I help you, stranger.”

A pause. “How confident are you in catching a person?”

“Depends on how high up said person is and considering we’re practicing yelling at one another, I’d say you’re rather high up.”

Another pause followed by quiet, nervous laughter. Another sigh. “Yeah.. Right on the mon- On the mora. Yeah.”

Diluc resigns himself to his fate and slips off his jacket, letting it fall into the floor as he tries to coordinate himself to wherever they must be hanging out at.

“Let’s get this over with then.”

“Wh- You’ll help me? Seriously??”

He glares up at them, a bit offended. “You assumed I wouldn’t?”

“W-Well…”

“Get down already before I leave you stuck up there.”

“Okay okay! Gimme a second, okay? This is a really high fall!!”

“You’ll be fine.”

Diluc huffs as he listens to the rustling of the branches, gauging how soon this stranger would jump down from the tree. Really, he had better things to be doing other than attempting to catch somebody from a tree like-

“Huh..” The more he tries to think of what he could be doing with his time he realizes he can’t come up with anything. For some reason, all he wants to do is stick by this stranger and see this through to the end.

He places a hand at his heart, jaw clenching slightly as he thinks it over. And then there was that whole thing where the longing at his heart was pulling him closer to whoever this person was. 

Were the two connected somehow?

He doesn’t have time to think about it for much longer until he hears the strangers voice yell out something that has him on his guard.

“Wait-!”

“Aaand three!! AH-“

Diluc widens his stance and holds his arms out wide for them, grunting when they land in his arms at last, though he does falter back just a bit. That is the last time he will ever catch somebody from a tree ever again.

He growls lowly in his annoyance, a glare locked and loaded on his face as he looks to the person but whatever scolding he had ready to dish out die in the back of his throat when he lays eyes on them.

They’re smiling. It’s a big toothy grin with their eyes filled with stars, their entire being glowing the world up in a way he could never properly put into words.

“You’re Diluc,” the say with a giddy laugh. “The Diluc Ragnivinder!”

And yet he’s still just staring at them like a fish out of water

He comes to his senses and clears his throat, easing them into their feet as he fights a wicked flush off of his cheeks.

“It’s Ragnvindr, actually.” He finally says, not really caring for their incorrect pronunciation, eyes never leaving their form.

The tugging at his heart was pulled taut and it was headed straight towards them. This had to be why he had decided to come here. For them. Diluc swears he can recognize their face from somewhere but he can’t place it. 

All he knows is that he feels so unbelievably loved and cherished.

“Got a staring problem, Master Diluc? C’mon, lemme thank you for saving my tail somehow!”

Diluc snaps out of his daydream as a ghost of a smile breaks onto his lips, nodding. “You wear clothes not of his nation, dirty ones at that. I will have lunch prepared for us at my home..”

“Wh- Man.. You’re a lot more stern than I had expected…” They grumble but dutifully follow by his side.

His heart pounds wildly in his chest as the pieces begin to connect themselves and while Diluc was not the most devoted follower to the gods anymore, you would have to be a fool to not eventually realize that you are standing besides The Creator.

A god who had been absent for thousands of years and only now resurfaced.

A god that will cause a stir in the world if left unchecked.

A god that has his heart pounding, face flushed, and palms sweaty.

“The Dawn Winery?” They squeak out. “Really?? Aaah man Diluc, you’re amazing! I can’t wait!”

Yes, to keep them to himself for a little while longer wouldn't hurt. He’s doing this to protect them, nothing else.

[pennpenn]

I got into genshin again, and now I have so many au ideas aaaa

Anyways an au I'm making rn where Freminet gets expelled from the House of the Hearth due to failing a mission bad enough that some Fatui plans are leaked and his existence within the Fatui could be an active danger. He loses his memory via the flames in Arlecchino's story quest, but when he first wakes up in the hospital he gets the sense that something is wrong and he is in danger. So Freminet breaks out of the hospital and hops on the first boat he sees.

The plot of the au is mainly Freminet going to Watatsumi and going through a found family arc with Kokomi and Gorou.

Lyney and Lynette wouldn't be made aware of what happened to their brother until after Fremi was already gone, so their POV of the au is trying to track down their brother and make sure he's safe.

[paradiseyuri]

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[kokomeowmi]

kisses for fischl <3

[4izawas]

shithead’s home :’)

[sukunasstarlight]

Guys I have a ten pull should I go for neuvillette’s weapon

[ellievenus]

i am once again reminding you that my requests are open, u can like literally request anything, i dont rlly have limits on it (NSFW included)

[calivco]

the divine priestess

[stinkkyy]

a staring problem

summertime wasn't his favorite season though this go around diluc has yet another reason to dislike it.

heat meant having to wear less clothes than usual. diluc had settled for a plain white blouse, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows while the air would cool him off once it ripples through the fabric. the lowcut collar was.. vexing.

while he wasn't one to wear shorts he found that they were your choice of clothing on hot days like today.

he didn't care that your shorts would occasionally rise further up your thighs than they should. diluc was a gentleman, he could keep his eyes to himself, it was the treasure hoarders he was concerned over.

diluc crosses his arms firmly over his chest as he watches over you, listening to how you chat with them innocently. the crew the two of you had stumbled upon were docile enough and didn't see to be up to anything devious. he hadn't thought much of it, just mentally keeping track of time of how long it was taking.

it was only when he noticed one of the treasure hoarders that was standing somewhere behind them had been trained on a certain sight for a while too long.

he turns to look, disguising it as looking off to the landscape behind. the man cocks his head to the side though his eyes remain where they were, even smirking the slightest bit when you shift on your feet, stretching your legs every so often.

of course he wouldn't go and look just to see what the sight was that had this scoundrel's staring so hard, he can put two and two together, and this alone has his fists clenched tight together. how someone could be so brazen and deprived is beyond him.

and it seems that you’re none the wiser to it as well.

the crush that’s been steadily forming since he’s come to know you springs to life in his chest. he steps the urge to take a peek underneath his boot and digs it into the dirt. there is no was on this planet he would ever give into such base desires. not only would it tarnish his honor but it would be taking advantage of your trust. 

diluc glares at the man behind them, making direct eye contact with him to send the message very clearly. his gaze is not wanted and above of all very disgusting.

the treasure hoarder just smirks and licks his lips, paying diluc no mind as if he wasn’t a fucking wine tycoon.

he was about two seconds away from decapitating this man right in front of his little buddies until the sound of your laughter snapped him out of it. diluc looks over to you and was welcomed to the beautiful sight of your smile, covering your face a bit. you never did like people watching you laugh.

“luc! these guys are an absolute riot!” you cackle, muffling your laughter. “c’mon, tell him the story about giving the knights a run around! he’ll loose his mind at it!”

the treasure hoarder had already started his story but there was something more important that had diluc’s attention. the slimey bastard that was once against staring at your ass.

“that’s it.” diluc grumbles.

“hm? hey, diluc, what’s up?-”

with the blink of an eye his claymore is within view and it soon comes to shield your behind from prying eyes. wolf’s gravestone in all its glory shines in the light, the sharpness of the blade glinting and sending a dangerous message to the sorry lot that had dared to stare at you.

his gaze was murderous as he stares down the man, knuckles white underneath his gloves from how tight he grips at the handle. with how long he’s been using a claymore the weight hardly bothers him and he can hold it with one hand no problem which he’s pleased to see ends up intimidating the man.

“h-hey what’s your problem, man??”

“you’re my problem.”

the little commotion gets your attention and you soon try and turn around to which diluc places his hand firmly at your shoulder, keeping you in place. he turns to look at you in what he hopes seems reassuring and not murderous.

“these fine gentlemen were simply asking to see my choice of weapon,” he looks back to the lot and the glare is back on. he can’t stop a chuckle from escaping when they flinch back. “as well as how i’ve been training in it for over a decade with a 100% accuracy at each hit. they found it impressive.”

peace keeper you are, you just smile and clap your hands together. “ah! yeah, diluc is a real skilled fighter! not only in weapons but hand to hand combat. ooh we could even spar if you guys wanna?”

his victim quickly shakes his head as he takes a step back and away. “no thanks! that guy is-” the claymore tilts close to him. “h-he’s way too strong for us! maybe some other time? heh..”

diluc huffs silently though keeps it in place. “i think this has been enough for today. how about we go our separate ways. we shall head back north and your group can head south.” diluc makes direct eye contact with the man. “far, far, far south.”

it takes a minute or two but the group soon leaves. he silently keeps you there with him until the coast is clear and only when the band of treasure hoarders are out of sight does he let his claymore fizzle out. he idly fixes his gloves before nodding out to where they should go next.

an easy conversation starts between the two of you until you begin to laugh out of nowhere.

he cocks a brow. “what’s so funny?”

“nothing just- man, you were really gonna try and hurt that guy just cause he was staring at my ass?”

diluc looks at you as if you had lost your head.

you just laugh even harder and smack him square on the back. “thanks for doing that, though. who knows! maybe i’ll let you stare for a bit as a reward for protecting my purity or whatever.”

and of course he doesn’t mean to stand there like an idiot on purpose. you had known that entire time? it only now makes sense; you had been attempting to get to the outside of their group, ease closer to him, even tucking your hands behind your back. celestia above he’s an idiot.

diluc’s jaw tightens as he chastises himself mentally though your sweet voice once again snaps him out of his thoughts. 

“you’re already cashing that reward in? goodness, who knew master diluc was a pervert?”

“what- oh!” he looks up to you though accidentally gets an eyeful and quickly brings his hand up to cover his eyes, scowling slightly as he catches up to walk by your side. “shut up. we have the rest of your commissions to do.”

his face burns brightly all the way up to the tips of his ears and the back of his neck. you’ve lose yourself in a fit of laughter and giggles.

diluc ignores how hard his heart pounds at his chest during the walk. he really has to get a hold of this crush..