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dainluc au where they’re about to fight against celestia and dainsleif confesses

he must be cursed with bad timing.

first it was kaeya revealing that he’d been a traitor, and now it was dainsleif confessing something. diluc hadn’t known there would be a moment that could surpass kaeya’s, but, well, there’s a first for everything.

they’re about to head off into war against celestia. he’s surrounded by the traveler’s allies that hail from various corners of the world: liyue, sumeru, fontaine, and much more.

despite the remarkable attendance, his attention is currently focused on one man. dainsleif stands by diluc’s side, hand resting on the hilt of his sword and cape billowing behind him from the breeze.

instead of the opponents ahead, the bough keeper’s eyes are on diluc. he lowers his voice into a hushed tone, meant for only diluc to hear. “diluc, there’s something i need to tell you. we’re about to engage in battle and if i don’t do it now, i might not live to.”

diluc doesn’t like the sound of that—not one bit. yet he steels himself for the worst and gives a curt nod in return. “by all means.”

dainsleif gazes at diluc, almost longingly. multiple emotions flicker too quickly to distinguish in his eyes. “i’ve been in love with you since the day we met. i regret that i was too afraid to tell you before, and now we have no time left.”

diluc’s breath catches in his throat. he swallows, trying to find his words, but when he opens his mouth, the traveler gives the signal and everyone surges forward.

he clenches his claymore, prays that they’ll both make it out alive, and joins the battle

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dainluc soulmates au

they are not soulmates.

diluc knows, because their soul markings are different. yet he yearns, so desperately, to belong to dainsleif. sometimes he wishes the universe had agreed that they were soulmates.

but does it matter, though, that they aren’t fated to be together?

it doesn’t matter, not here, when dainsleif holds him like they were made for each other, when they kiss like they can’t bear to be apart, when he looks at diluc like he’d draw the stars from the sky if it meant he could get a better look.

they might not be soulmates, but diluc knew dainsleif was the one for him

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dainluc au where dainsleif is a knight and diluc is a merman - told from kaeya’s pov

it’s one of the greatest mysteries in the kingdom.

or at least, among the knights. captain dainsleif tends to disappear whenever possible—especially during breaks. that in and of itself is…excusable. it’s not kaeya’s duty to question his whereabouts.

what gets rumors circulating is that the captain always returns soaked. as in, drenched entirely in water, with his hair dripping and his clothes clinging to his skin.

sure, he could be taking a brief swim to cool down from the unforgiving sun, but what raises kaeya’s suspicions is that the captain simply replies with “nothing to worry about, let’s move along” when asked where he’d been.

being the way that he is, kaeya takes it upon himself to follow captain dainsleif one day. he ensures he’s at a decent distance away, not too close to avoid being spotted, and not too far to be able to hear conversation.

they arrive at a lake. kaeya watches with interest as captain dainsleif sits on the edge of the pier and inclines his head to gaze downwards.

ah, so all he’d been doing on his getaways was to watch the water roll. curiosity sated, and only slightly disappointed, kaeya is about to leave when he hears a fond laugh from captain dainsleif.

hold on. a laugh? from the sternest man in the army?

he turns his attention back to the water…and his jaw nearly drops at the sight that meets him. captain dainsleif isn’t alone; there’s the most beautiful merman kaeya has ever laid an eye upon.

there’s no doubt he’s a merman. red scales, as red as his hair, dapple his throat, and his fingers are webbed. those hands are now delicately holding captain dainsleif’s, palm to palm.

captain dainsleif lowers his face down at the same moment the merman leans up, and…oh. they share a chaste kiss.

it’s so intimate that kaeya feels as though he’s intruding. he turns on his heel and quickly leaves the scene.

well, well, it seems like the captain has a very intriguing secret

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modern dainluc au where they’re caught in a storm

they’re caught in the downpour.

by the time they reach diluc’s home, both diluc and dainsleif are completely drenched from head to toe. he doesn’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse, but dainsleif informs him that the storm would make driving highly difficult.

of course, diluc allows him to stay for the night—or at least, until the weather relents. however, what this means is that not only is his longtime crush sleeping in his bed, but also in his clothes.

diluc is wringing the water from his ponytail when dainsleif finally exits the bathroom. he glances over, opening his mouth to greet him…and instead drops his jaw in shock.

barbatos, have mercy.

dainsleif’s muscles are straining in diluc’s short sleeves. his shirt is tight enough to the point that diluc’s almost afraid he’ll either rip the fabric or cut off circulation to his arms.

his gaze wanders, and he almost chokes on his spit when he notices that there’s (very attractive) tattoos littering his arms. somehow, dainsleif grows hotter by the minute.

“diluc?” the object of his affections asks. he’s (unfortunately) jerked from his lustful breakdown. dainsleif tips his head to the side. archons, he’s cute. “did i say something wrong?”

“what? no, you didn’t, you’re fine,” diluc sputters. his ears burn from the fact that he’d been caught ogling the man. “could you repeat that? if you don't mind.”

“not at all.” dainsleif laughs fondly at his reaction, and the movement causes his muscles to practically ripple.

diluc has a feeling he’s not going to survive this

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abo dainluc au (pt. 1)

it’s around closing time when he asks him.

their meeting starts out normally. dainsleif requests a drink (sometimes new, other times familiar), and relays his intel on the abyss order.

but as the night progresses, diluc can tell there’s something amiss about the bough keeper. although he’s not injured and his expression betrays nothing, he seems troubled…

not to mention that his scent is acrid.

“dainsleif,” diluc says quietly when silence falls between them. he doesn’t wish to startle him; the bough keeper’s eyes appear unfocused, faraway from the present.

he continues only when dainsleif properly meets his gaze. “are you feeling alright?”

“fine,” dainsleif responds in an equally hushed tone. he takes a sip from his wine glass, as if to seem nonchalant. “just…a bit stressed. i’m sorry if i worried you.”

“no need to apologize.” diluc considers the wine glass in his hand with a frown. he wonders what could possibly be plaguing dainsleif’s mind, but doesn’t dare voice his curiosity out loud. instead, he asks, “is there anything i can do to help?”

this time, dainsleif observes the wine glass in his hands. after a moment, he clears his throat. “diluc, would you allow me to…scent you? i fully understand if you decline.”

diluc hopes the surprise isn’t evident on his face. of all things, he hadn’t expected the bough keeper to ask this of him. “well, i’m not opposed to it. my only concern is that…we’re both alphas. i don’t think my scent would be pleasant to you.”

“i don’t mind. i…enjoy your scent,” dainsleif says, eyes drifting to diluc’s neck where his scent is the most pungent. the sincerity in his voice makes diluc flustered.

“interesting,” is all diluc can come up with. he’s at a loss for words; most alphas, and even some omegas, often find his scent overwhelming. he undoes his tie, unbuttons his shirt, and tugs down his shirt collar to expose his throat. “go ahead.”

dainsleif only hesitates slightly before he leans over the counter and cups the side of diluc’s jaw to gain better access. when he doesn’t protest, the bough keeper presses his nose against diluc’s scent gland, breathing in deeply.

diluc suppresses a shudder as tingles spread across his arms and the back of his head. he’s never allowed anyone to be this close to him, let alone another alpha. his eyes slip closed when dainsleif drinks in more of his scent and rumbles lowly in content.

“thank you for indulging me, diluc,” dainsleif rumbles against his throat, both his voice and touch soothing. “i know it’s an odd request.”

diluc doesn’t answer, choosing instead to pull dainsleif closer until all that envelops the bartender’s senses is a mysterious scent

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dainluc threesome with albedo

he shouldn’t find it so attractive that both his partners hadn’t bothered to take their gloves off.

it’s…a lot at the same time. hands feeling along his thighs, cupping his length, lips marking his collarbone and neck.

dainsleif is more confident, familiar, touching in all the right places; he knows diluc’s body well. albedo is methodical, almost clinical, experimenting to see what diluc likes and dislikes.

“open,” albedo murmurs as he rubs a thumb across diluc’s lips. he obeys, taking the slender digits into his mouth with a groan and coating them generously with spit.

“good boy,” albedo says in a monotonous tone, pressing a thumb down against diluc’s tongue. despite the lack of emotion, it still sends arousal straight to his groin.

“show him how good you truly are,” dainsleif says, pressing an encouraging kiss to the side of diluc’s jaw. he’s clearly worked up, pants strained and damp with lust, but he’s withholding his desire for diluc’s.

with that, diluc releases the fingers in his mouth to slide between albedo’s legs and deepthroats his cock instead

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continuation of the dragonspine au

he can attest that this is much more preferable than sleeping on the forest floor.

diluc wonders how dainsleif is able to sleep so soundly under these conditions—especially with an acquaintance sharing his coat. he’s been lying here for the past twenty minutes, but to no avail.

he studies dainsleif’s features for a moment, from the wisps of his blond hair to the soft breath escaping his mouth. diluc is especially interested in the dark markings on the left side of his face, illuminated by their dying campfire.

his mind wanders, and eventually, diluc wonders how it would feel under his fingers. would it be hard, or would it be soft, despite looking like obsidian? would it pulse, or be still?

he’s about to try to get some sleep when dainsleif groggily blinks open his eyelids and peers back at diluc. “can’t sleep?”

“no,” diluc says truthfully, hoping it wasn’t obvious that he was flustered at getting caught staring. “i didn’t expect it to be this difficult.”

dainsleif hums in thought, before he says slowly, carefully, “would you like to use my shoulder as a pillow? it may bring you more comfort.”

diluc, briefly, wonders what goes through dainsleif’s mind to make him bold. after a moment, he sighs and relents. “if you don’t mind.”

“i wouldn’t have offered if i did,” dainsleif says in a lighthearted tone, earning a small laugh as diluc rests his head on the other man’s shoulder. “i hope you find rest easier now.”

diluc closes his eyes, slowly drifting off to the sound of dainsleif’s breathing.

for once, he dreams of nothing

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diluc wonders why the traveler chose this particular rendezvous.

not that it’s bad or anything of that sort. it’s merely…overt. they’re in an open field with flowers as far as the eye could see that flora would have more supply than demand.

it isn’t exactly an ideal location to speak about fatui operations, not to mention that the traveler also failed to alert him that there would be another member joining their team.

dainsleif, was it? their introduction had been brief and, admittedly, awkward.

for once, diluc wished paimon were here, if only to fill in the silence with her excessively loud commentary. he’s not the best at conversations, but he doesn’t want to leave a bad impression, especially when this man was acquainted with the traveler…

diluc is roused from his thoughts by a featherlight touch at his hair. instinctively, he reaches up to investigate—only to brush his fingers against someone else’s.

“apologies,” dainsleif, much to his surprise, says as he brings a flower into view. it’s a cecilia, he thinks, whole and common. “you had this in your hair.”

“oh,” diluc utters dumbfoundedly, before he coughs into a fist to regain his composure. “well, thank you, i appreciate it.”

“of course,” dainsleif murmurs, idly twirling the flower stem between his fingertips. he seems to be admiring it for a moment, or considering something, before he continues. “though, you looked rather lovely with it.”

before diluc can answer, or fully comprehend the compliment, paimon materializes out of thin air. “hi dainsleif, hi master diluc! sorry we’re late. we ran into some trouble on the way here…”

“no need to apologize,” dainsleif replies evenly, more collected than his flustered counterpart. “let’s just get on with it.”

as the traveler and paimon take the lead, dainsleif lingers behind to offer the cecilia before he follows after them

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dainluc smut with diluc cockwarming 😏

it’s endearing how much diluc is willing to indulge him.

dainsleif smiles privately to himself as he watches diluc attempt to concentrate on his task. he’s less interested in the ledger and more on how diluc is squirming, hand gripping the quill with so much force that dainsleif is impressed by its durability.

“anything the matter, dearest?” dainsleif teases, drawing diluc closer to his chest. he delights in the resulting, enticing clench around his cock. “perhaps you should take a break. you’ve been working awfully hard.”

“hngh,” is all diluc can manage, and it makes dainsleif laugh fondly. it’s understandable; with gravity forcing diluc fully onto his dick, feeling his entire length and having his prostate directly stimulated, he couldn’t possibly be entirely coherent.

“do you want to stop?” dainsleif asks in concern, slightly afraid that he’s pushed his boundaries too far.

at that, diluc makes a soft, angry noise and lolls his head back onto dainsleif’s shoulder, reaching a hand up to cup the nape of dainsleif’s neck.

“no?” dainsleif says, just to be sure, and he shifts to plant a kiss onto diluc’s forehead. “use your words, love.”

“did i say to stop?” diluc finally retorts without malice, grinding down hard and punching a moan from dainsleif’s chest. “more, please, it feels good.”

dainsleif doesn’t answer in lieu of lifting diluc’s thighs and spreading them far apart. he holds him there for a moment, admiring the view, the delectable arch of diluc’s back, before snapping him down until their thighs slap together.

“ah, just like that—” diluc urges, meeting his thrusts with vigor. he loves how effortlessly divine diluc looks even in his debauched state, how beautiful he sings even with a husky edge to it, how much he loves diluc—

the ledger remains forgotten for the rest of the night

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dainluc vampire au where dainsleif is a vampire and diluc is a vampire hunter

he’s a renowned hunter.

although this world is riddled with supernatural creatures, diluc’s bloodline is primarily focused on vampires. they’re dangerous, creatures with more sentience than most that feast directly on humanity.

so it irks him when he knows that the vampire he’s been tailing is allowing diluc to catch him. willingly, as if this is a game rather than a life or death situation.

“hello, my dear hunter,” the vampire, dainsleif, greets in a sultry tone. he’s too unbothered for diluc’s liking, especially when there’s a claymore pressed to his throat. “it seems you've finally caught me.”

“what are you in mondstadt for?” diluc demands, getting straight to the point. he doesn’t have time for his shenanigans; there could be more vampires lurking about while he was dealing with this one.

dainsleif chuckles lowly. diluc doesn’t know what’s so amusing. “would you believe me if i said it’s for you?”

diluc slides the claymore closer, a warning. “stop messing with me.”

“ah, but it’s only the truth.” dainsleif tilts his head. a smile works onto his face. “you see, i’ve heard rumors about a hunter with red hair and blood to die for.”

much to diluc’s surprise, the vampire lifts a hand and glides a finger along the blade. “i thought that i must simply try it myself.”

“don’t forget who has the upper hand here,” diluc grits out. he doesn’t know if he’s reminding dainsleif, or himself.

before he knows it, diluc’s back suddenly hits a solid surface and his weapon clatters to the floor. his wrists are pinned to either side of his body, and dainsleif’s eyes practically glow in delight as he traps diluc against the tree with just his weight.

“hmm,” the vampire purrs, brushing his lips over diluc’s ear and lightly grazing his earlobe with his fangs like a promise. or a threat. he can’t think properly. “certainly not you, dear.”

“let go of me,” diluc hisses, even as his ears turn red from the contact. he’s never been this close to a vampire before; killing them has never required this proximity.

“or you’ll what, kill me?” dainsleif teases, his smile allowing diluc a perfect view of his elongated fangs. “not tonight. i did have plans, however, other than seeing you.”

“you—” diluc starts to bristle, but he’s interrupted by the tender feeling of the vampire dragging his teeth against his neck. his eyes widen, tensing in preparation for dainsleif to bite him.

but he never does. instead, dainsleif gazes at diluc almost longingly before he releases him. “until we meet again, dearest.”

when he leaves, diluc is left with more questions than answers

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LOSING MY F2P STATUS TO BE AN EXPENSIVE DILUC MAIN

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SLAYY IT LOOKS SO GOOD🧎‍♂️

and pics i liked ft my friend <3

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Fam can i request a vampire!Dainsleif x vampire hunter!Diluc au 😢

dainsleif’s gonna give him a good suck if you know what i mean 😏

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What if Charles is on vacation and then Diluc falls sick. Dain has helped Diluc through the opening and closing of the bar enough times during their abyss information exchange sessions that manning it comes second nature to him and he offers to temp. Yes this is bartender dainsleif propaganda

but get this!! charles doesn’t even need to get sick for diluc to allow dainsleif to help with bartending 😏

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LOSING MY F2P STATUS TO BE AN EXPENSIVE DILUC MAIN

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do you think dainsleif would bring back new fruits and juice drinks when he comes back from his travels because he knows diluc likes them 🤔

i don’t think so. i KNOW so 😩 diluc would be so thrilled and try his best to replicate them with what he already has,, dainsleif thinks diluc’s enthusiasm is beyond endearing 🥹

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hc that as they get closer to each other, it brings out more of their playful sides from their younger days!! so they tease each other a lot when they're in private. also dain ruffles diluc's hair a lot

YOUR MIND IS SO BIG. they’re much different in private compared to in public. when it’s just the two of them, they can drop their stern facades and be silly with each other,, diluc pretends he dislikes the hair ruffling but his soft smile says otherwise 🥹