their kinks pt. 3 !
✩ genshin boys hcs x fem!reader
↳ ft. ifa, kinich, diluc, varka
IFA and edging, because watching you get more and more desperate, with him being in complete control of how good you feel, it gets him on so badly. he hates being mean, but he just can't get enough of seeing you like this; rolling his hips into yours hard, then pulling out until just his tip stays inside your fluttering, soaked hole. "a little longer, baby," he'll coo as your fingernails dig reddened crescents into his tan skin when he denies you yet another orgasm, but he'll keep leaving you high and dry until he feels like you deserve it... <3
KINICH and overstimulation because he craves you, and it's insatiable, even after he cums once. he won't stop, as long as you still want to keep going, dragging his heavy cock along your sticky insides until he's trembling all over. he's doing it to himself; overstimulating both of you, as he fucks you like it's the last chance he'll ever get. he'll beg you, "just one more... one more," as tears and sweat drip down his face. it's impossible for him to get enough of you, he's just so addicted to the way you take him... <3
DILUC and breeding because has never had anything to call his own. but when you take him, so perfectly and so deep, he finally feels connected to something. and when he fucks you, he needs to be so close to you, that he's balls deep with his cum stuffed into your pretty pussy. the thought of giving you a baby clouds his mind with every desperate thrust to your cunt. diluc wants to breed you, to have more of you, and he'll take every chance he gets to push every last drop of his cum inside you, in hopes that one of these days, it'll take... <3
VARKA and marking because he's as possessive of a lover as they get. wanting to show you off at all times, to anyone who passed you by, he's obsessed with marking you up. he'll pull you onto his lap and suck bruises onto your pretty neck, high up enough where you'd have a hard time hiding them. and every time he sees them, he's reminded of who you belong to. he'll let you ride his lap, keeping his thick, throbbing cock inside you while he covers every accessible inch of your skin with sweet bites and hickeys. he won't stop at your neck either, he loves marking you in places where only he can see... <3
summary. As a way to cure your boredom, you decided to spout out whatever comes in mind to your boyfriend to keep yourself entertained.
feat. Diluc, Xiao, Kaeya, Kazuha
DILUC
There is a limit on how long you can quietly entertain yourself in a tavern where there is a surprisingly less amount of drinkers and noise.
For the past five minutes, you were doing nothing but blankly staring up at the cabinet of cocktail glasses hanging up the counter and your brain is fried from the lack of things to do.
So, to keep your last thread of sanity, you lean your head on both hands and stare straight at your boyfriend (who has admittedly been watching you lose your mind for the last ten minutes yet has stayed quiet to see what you will do).
"...Is there something on my face?" Diluc asks, glancing at you with a raised brow.
You simply shake your head, and continue staring, only to blurt out the first thing on your mind.
"Can I smash one of the wine glasses?"
He pauses in his cleaning, fully turning his head to look at you.
"....Pardon?"
You just smile sweetly at him. "Can I smash one of the wine glasses?" You repeat, your hand reaching out to grab one of the wine glasses nearby.
Diluc is quick to take the glass away from you and quietly lets out a laugh at your pout as he shakes your head.
"No, my dear, you may not." He carefully puts the wine glass back in its cupboard. "However, you may join me in a picnic at Windrise, should you want to."
He sees the way you brighten up. "Wait- really? Oh my archons, yes please. I've been so bored out of my mind the past ten, thirty minutes."
You hop off the bar stool, and Diluc fixes the glasses behind the counter. You are hopping from one foot to the other, and Diluc thinks that he should have suggested the picnic earlier.
Though watching you lose your mind out of boredom was a bit entertaining.
XIAO
The thing about spending time with Xiao is that the silence is never uncomfortable.
It simply is. A constant, familiar thing — the kind that sits between two people who have learned each other well enough that words aren't always necessary. You'd grown used to it. Appreciated it, even.
Which made it all the more unfortunate that you'd been sitting on the Wangshu Inn balcony for the past twenty minutes with absolutely nothing to occupy your hands, your eyes, or the increasingly unhinged corner of your brain that activated specifically when you had too much time and too little to do.
Xiao stood nearby. Keeping watch, as he always did — arms crossed, golden eyes scanning the stretch of Liyue beyond the balcony with the quiet vigilance of someone who had been doing this for thousands of years and had not once found it boring.
You envied that, a little. Because your brain is beginning to fry, and you really envy how Xiao doesn’t seem as bored as you feel at the moment.
Your legs swung idly over the edge. You stared at the drop below. And then, as these things tend to happen, a thought arrived. And who are you to not say it outloud?
"Hey, Xiao."
He doesn't look at you, but his attention tuned into you, with the way his posture straightened just slightly. "Hm."
"If I jumped from here—" you peer down with the casual curiosity of someone considering a mild experiment "—how many of my bones do you think would crack? Out of 360."
The silence that followed was a different kind than usual.
You glanced over.
Xiao was looking at you. Not his usual sidelong glance, not the subtle shift of attention you'd learned to recognize, but he was looking at you, with an expression that sat somewhere between a glare and something that, on anyone else, you might have called alarm.
"...The human body has 206 bones."
You blinked. "What?"
"206." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Not 360."
A pause. "...Oh."
"Yes."
"Huh." You look back down at the drop, genuinely digesting this. "I was way off."
"That," Xiao says, with the particular tone of a man who has lived millennia and still finds himself unprepared for you specifically, "is what concerns you about what you just said?"
"I mean, the other thing's not happening, I was just thinking out loud—"
"Stop thinking out loud."
"I can't help it, I'm bored—"
"Then find something to do."
"There's nothing to do." You pout, and a muscle in his jaw moved. He looked away, back toward the horizon, and for a moment you thought that was the end of it — Xiao had a talent for closing conversations like shutting a window.
Then, without looking at you, he said, quiet, a little stiff, but softer, the way he always sounded when he was offering something he hadn't quite figured out how to offer: "...I'll spar with you."
You perked up immediately. "Really?"
His gaze flickers to you, his head tilting slightly, “Yes, really. Do you want to or not?"
"Yes," you said, hopping to your feet perhaps a little too quickly. Xiao's gaze tracked the movement with the automatic vigilance of someone who had just watched you contemplate jumping off a balcony and was not yet fully over it.
He turned without another word, and you fell into step beside him, thoroughly cured of your boredom.
Though, privately, you thought it was a little funny — that out of everything you'd said, the thing that bothered him most was the wrong number.
You didn't mention it, because your attention has moved on to enjoying your boyfriends presence.
KAEYA
The thing about Kaeya is that he thrives in the atmosphere of Angel's Share.
The noise, the clinking glasses, the low hum of conversation — he moves through all of it like it was built specifically for him, which you sometimes suspect he believes. He looks perfectly at ease leaning against the counter, swirling his drink, the picture of a man entirely in his element.
You, on the other hand, have been sitting here for twenty minutes with nothing to do and an increasingly dangerous amount of thoughts forming in your head. Because it’s either you sit here, or leave, and you don’t like the latter because you’d much rather be with Kaeya– despite your growing boredom.
Kaeya notices the look on your face. He's been noticing it for the past ten minutes, watching the gears turn behind your eyes with the patient amusement of someone waiting for a very small fire to start.
"You have a look," he says.
"I have a look?"
"That look." He gestures vaguely at your face. "The one that means you're about to say something I'll either find funny or deeply concerning– and it’s usually out of boredom–"
You open your mouth. "...Can I steal your eyepatch?"
Kaeya stills.
Then, slowly, the grin spreads across his face — not his usual charming one, but the genuine one, the slightly disbelieving one that means you've actually caught him off guard. "...Come again?"
"Your eyepatch." You lean forward on the counter, resting your chin in your hands. "I just want to try it on. For like, ten seconds."
"Absolutely not."
"Five seconds."
"No."
“C’mon, Babe—"
"The answer is still no."
You slump dramatically against the counter, and he watches you with that same grin, taking a leisurely sip of his drink. There's a pause where you're both just looking at each other.
Then he sighs. It’s the the performative kind. Dramatic, long and suffering, then he leans forward to meet you at eye level.
"Tell you what." He tilts his head, something conspiratorial flickering in his eye. "Beat me at a round of cards, and we'll talk."
You sit up immediately. "Deal."
Kaeya already has the deck in his hand.
You lose spectacularly. He cheats, obviously. You accuse him of cheating. He looks offended in a way that confirms he absolutely cheated.
The eyepatch stays on his face.
You do, however, end up thoroughly entertained for the rest of the evening, which you suspect was his plan from the very beginning.
KAZUHA
Your boyfriend is, by nature, a peaceful person.
He finds contentment in the small things — the way the wind moves through the grass, the particular quality of afternoon light on water, the sound of his own flute carried out across an open deck. He is, in short, the kind of person who is never bored, because the world always has something quiet and lovely to offer if you know how to look.
You are not currently looking.
You are lying flat on your back on the deck of the Alcor, staring straight up at the sky, and you have been doing so for the last fifteen minutes with the vacant expression of someone whose brain has fully vacated the premises.
Kazuha is seated nearby, reading, and has been glancing at you periodically with the soft, patient expression of a man who finds you genuinely endearing even when — especially when — you are doing absolutely nothing.
"You've been quiet," he observes, turning a page.
"I'm thinking."
"Mm." A pause. "About what?"
You're silent for a moment. The ship creaks. Somewhere above you a seagull calls.
"If I rolled off this deck right now," you say thoughtfully, "do you think I'd hit the water or the side of the ship?"
The page stops turning.
Kazuha looks up.
You're still staring at the sky, expression completely placid, as though you just commented on the weather.
"…That's what you're thinking about."
"I'm bored, Kazuha."
He closes his book slowly. There's a quiet beat where he just looks at you, something warm and amused turning at the corner of his mouth, before he sets it aside and rises to his feet.
"Come with me."
You turn your head. "Where?"
He's already offering you a hand, the wind picking up around him the way it tends to, like it recognizes him. "The view is better from the bow. And—" a small smile, "—I'll play something, if you'd like."
You take his hand and let him pull you up.
"You're only doing this because you're worried I'll actually roll off the deck."
"I'm doing this," he says, lacing your fingers together as you walk, "because you're bored, and I have the means to fix that." A brief pause. "But also yes, a little because of the deck thing."
You laugh.
He squeezes your hand, and the wind follows you both to the front of the ship like it always does — like it's just as fond of the two of you as you are of each other.
He was so foolish. How could his intoxicated self say such things to you! How would he ever face you now!
notes - alhaitham & diluc ragvindr, mentions of alcohol, drunk confessions and how they reacted the next day
part 2 here
Alhaitham
For the longest time your impression of the Acting Grand Sage remained the same, efficient.
The man did not waste time on meaningless chit-chat, he only needed you to finish your job and that was that. Most would find him stiff and unfriendly, however you simply saw it as him setting apart his work and personal life, so you respected it. You never bothered to attempt small conversations while working under him, and neither did he. You thought both you and Alhaitham were content with that.
"I saw you carry some books earlier, you like reading? What kind?" But for some reason, you find your boss here, drunk out of his mind, face as red as steamed shrimp, and bombarding you with question after question regarding your... interests??
"Are you interested in botany? I've seen you tend to the plants in the akademiya." ??? You came thirty minutes earlier than work hour to do that, when the hell did he notice? Actually how the hell did you even get here? All you wanted to do was pick up your wasted friend, when suddenly your hand was pulled by your drunk boss and he started interviewing you like you were a TV show guest.
"Actually, what are you even doing here?" Shouldn't you be asking HIM that??? Once again, before you could comprehend what happened, he asks you another question. "Should I order you a drink? Which one do you like?" You fail to hold in your bewildered look, the intoxicated man fails to notice though, more interested in your lack of answer "Do you not drink then...? I'll keep that in mind for the future." In what world could he possibly store that information for.
You notice how wobbly he is and practically on the brink of passing out. He propped himself up on a stool in order not to fall. You never thought you would ever see this side of him, let alone show any interest towards you personally. You always thought he was the type to keep everyone at arms length, but tonight has proven you wrong in ways you could have never thought of.
"Oh, that reminds me... What is your opinion on flowers for a first d-" Panicking and overwhelmed by his constant queries, you end up simply covering his mouth to stop him from talking. Surprisingly it is effective, he has finally stopped talking.
Or maybe that's because he fell asleep mid question.
"HAITHAM!! WHY WOULD THIS IDIOT FALL ASLEEP HERE” The frustrated screaming from Kaveh was the last thing Alhaitham heard.
—
When Alhaitham woke up, he tried to close his eyes again in an attempt to convince himself it was only a dream. After his failed effort, he goes to curse out the barely awake Kaveh, immediately resulting in another one of their quarrels. Only while pondering at work does he realize, that he actually said such things to you. And the shame finally kicks in.
Alhaitham has always been the type to push away his feelings, he sees it as a major setback. A weakness that he can easily brush off and hold little importance, especially compared to his current concerns about work.
And your presence proves to be just that as thoughts of you take over his daily life and hinder his efficiency. He’s sick of you constantly plaguing his mind, and keeping him awake at nights. He needs to put a stop to it.
His best method for that was to build distance between you two, he minimized his interaction with you without obstructing his job, and repressed his feelings as much as possible. But instead of fading away, it only grows like a stubborn plant, rooting further in his heart. He became more curious of you, wanting to cherish every part of you. And the dam finally broke after a few glasses of liquor.
All that effort he put in only to be wasted in a single night, he's already imagining how grossed out you probably felt by his clear show of his fondness for you.
"I...do apologize for my behavior last night, I hadn't meant for you to see that side of me." He has his head bowing as low as possible in order to avoid your face, as if it would somehow alleviate the pain of your disgusted expression directed towards him.
You don't do that though. "It's okay, sir. I completely understand, I've felt the exact same way after all" Alhaitham freezes at that, immediately looks back up at you, who is flashing your dazzling smile that pulled him in the first place.
"You do...?" He asks you, eyes sparkling and hopeful, butterflies fluttering in his stomach. He can't help the excitement he feels at your words. Could it be that you felt the same way about him?
"Yeah, I know the feeling of being lonely after focusing on work so much. I think we should hang out more! Along with the other coworkers to improve our bond." That hopeful look in his eyes was immediately replaced by disappointment, the giddy feeling that was rising in him immediately plummeted. He shouldn't have expected anything after all, you implying his loneliness only added more salt to the wound. It is hopeless for him.
"Unfortunately, the others mentioned being quite busy outside work, so it might just be the two of us most of the time."
…Well, perhaps it is not so hopeless. He should probably prepare some flowers to bring.
Diluc Ragvindr
It's an extremely rare occurrence for the dark knight to indulge in alcohol. Diluc doesn’t have the kind of lifestyle where he is allowed to simply ‘let loose’. However he was still a Monstadt citizen at heart, it had been a rough day, and your pleading face still remains his biggest weakness.
“Come on, it’s not often you get a moment to relax. I’ll help handle things for you.” You say it with such sincerity and care, how was he supposed to be anything but helpless under your stare. He shifts uncomfortably, but still grabs the glass of wine you offered to him.
However, you never expected to see such clinginess coming from Diluc, he was glued to your side the whole night. Kaeya teased that prying him away from you was equal to separating a chick from its mother (You did not appreciate him comparing you to a hen)
And god forbid any other people talked to you, Diluc would give them deadly stares while constantly tugging at you. He demanded your full attention at all times.
"Y/N..." Diluc calls out your name like he's known it his whole life. Soft and familiar. You thought you were going to combust right then and there when he said your name again, but in a whisper, as if it was a secret between the two of you.
His face was comically red, almost resembling his hair. He has to hold your hand just to keep his balance steady (and honestly, you were unwilling to let go). Who would've expected the man behind Dawn Winery could be affected by alcohol so easily.
"I'm here, I'm here. No need to keep calling out my name." Diluc does not appreciate your teasing, shown by his small pout.
"I like saying your name, I feel like I can depend on it."
"I appreciate your trust in me, however I think you give me too much credit." You laugh him off. "I'm not as great as you make me out to be." Somehow that pissed him off even more. He squeezed your hand in his hold and redirected it to cup his face, eyes still staring you down, however it seemed...soft? Just when you thought he couldn't get more out of character.
"Y/N." There it is again, he mutters your name like it was fate that brought him to you.
"You're an amazing person. I've always admired your courage of being unapologetically yourself. Your outstanding personality has kept my heart captive for as long as I could remember. It hurts me to see you sell yourself so short."
He was surprisingly eloquent for someone so intoxicated. A grin was visible on him this time, clearly proud of what he just said, or maybe he was just trying to reassure you. Nevertheless, it left you speechless.
Before you could say anything in response, he passed out.
—
Diluc woke up the next day to a headache, and an onslaught of memories from last night rushing back to his brain. Fuck.
He never meant to pressure you with his emotions in any way, he thought if he buried it deep enough it would disappear. Yet some measly drinks managed to not only dig it up but multiply it by tenfold. The fact that his biggest regret right now is not having you by his side is incredibly concerning.
He couldn't handle the embarrassment of facing you after how he acted that night, so he did what any normal adult person would do. Avoid you entirely.
"Honestly, can't you be a little more subtle about trying to avoid Y/N." Kaeya teases him. Diluc, who has holed himself up in his office responds with a glare. But, even though he would never admit it, Kaeya was right. He was too obvious.
He would find an excuse to exit a room as soon as he spots you, he's avoiding all your favorite spots to prevent any encounters. Even stopped coming to angel's tavern to do temporary bartender work. He does not want you to feel at fault for his behavior, but the idea of facing you after acting in an embarrassing manner in front of you, eats him up from the inside.
The elusive red-haired man was starting to get on your nerves. Honestly how does he expect you to act like nothing happened after all the things he said that night! Determined to find answers, you finally managed to corner him. With the help of a certain reckless deity—who lured Diluc into a closet in Angel's Tavern, then "accidentally" locking you and Diluc in together.
The stoic man was, for once, avoiding eye contact. the memory of his confession that night fill his mind.
"Diluc" he flinches at the sound of your voice, you call for his name as if you were about to burst in anger. Now not only is he full of embarrassment, but also guilt. He doesn't respond, but finally turns his head to look at you, despite how hot his cheeks were burning.
"Diluc." You say his name again, this time your tone was soft and reassuring, the tension in his shoulders relaxes at the sound of it.
"I-I'm sorry."
"...For what?"
What do you mean for what? The clueless look you give him breaks the dam he's kept in his head. "For everything! For getting us stuck here, for avoiding you this past month, for- that night..."
It's the first time you've seen Diluc so vulnerable, he's showing so many new sides that he never wanted you to see. He feels pathetic, he couldn't keep his feelings in check and now he has left the burden of his admiration to you. He couldn't begin to imagine the hatred you must've held for him.
Yet here you are cupping his face, your gentle smile graces him. Diluc's greed urges him to nestle into the warmth of your hands. Despite the lack of alcohol in his body, he still feels the need to be honest one more time.
“I love you. So much that it pains me. Please, forgive me for my selfishness.” He internally begs you to not answer just yet, leave him to enjoy this moment of being in your embrace. He’s not quite ready for the bitter reality just yet.
"You don't have to apologize, Diluc. I'm rather pleased with this outcome.” But instead, you granted him bliss.
Summary: the Darknight Hero returns after another long night to his bed with you.
Pairing: Diluc Ragnvindr x reader
Category: fluff
Word count: 481
A/n: I love pillow talk :((( and I just KNOW Diluc would talk to you even while you're asleep, enjoy lovelies!!
Diluc’s boots thump through the halls of the Dawn Winery, heavy footsteps that carry not just his aching body. A relieved sigh breaks the deafening silence of the empty house. His fiery red hair is tousled and tangled in knots that interrupt his natural wavy locks, matching the bloodstains that taint his clothes. He’s borne the insignia of Darknight Hero for many moons now, quietly guarding his nation from the infamous Fatui and Abyss Order. Though this title is not new, he still struggles with the weight it bears upon him, keeping up his secret double life as vigilante and wine tycoon.
But then you came along, brightening his life with every sarcastic remark and wide eyed grin you’d throw his way. After he’d finally mustered up the courage to confess his feelings for you, he’d grant you the honor of knowing his secret identity as the Darknight Hero. You knew it’d come with challenges, including long nights in an empty bed while Diluc slayed mages and compiled intel, but you were willing to tough it out for him. Oddly, Diluc has a harder time coping with that fact than you do. He’d want nothing more than to spend every night performing a regular nightly routine, snuggling next to you until the birds ring in the morning, like normal couples do. But he’s dedicated his life to this mission as the Darknight Hero, avenging his father and preventing others from being hurt like he was.
Diluc quietly creeps into your shared room, candles alight dimming slowly as their wicks burn to their final embers. Your arms are loosely wrapped around Diluc’s pillow, a comforting anchor pulling you into a deep sleep with hints of his cologne wafting the air around you. A sweet smile creeps upon his lips replacing his focused scowl. He undresses, washing himself of the evidence of his transgressions. Climbing into bed carefully, he tucks your hair so tenderly behind your ears so he can see your beautiful face.
“I’m so sorry I was gone for so long, my love. I hope you’re having nothing but the sweetest of dreams,”
He cups your cheek, gingerly placing a kiss upon your forehead.
“I will always protect you, protect our peace, our nation. I just hate that it means I have to be away from you for so long.”
He pauses.
“But one day, once I step down, we can finally live the life we’ve always wanted. Three children, a playground just beyond the grape vines, and maybe Uncle Kaeya could babysit every now and again.”
He smiles, picturing the scene.
“Until then, I hope you’ll wait for me. I love you more than you can ever know, and I always will. Good night, my love.”
He blows out the last candle, and pulls the sheets over his bare chest to sink down into rest.
Hair as red as the flame curls against your skin while you bring him closer. The owner of such lovely locks winces, a hiss leaving through his teeth when you grab him a bit more firmly than usual. A telltale sign of your displeasure.
How many times has it been this week? That you awoke in the middle of the night, tending to him? To this stubborn, reckless, feckless man?
"I won't darken your doorstep tomorrow night then," his response is what makes you realize you said all of that aloud, and your only reply is to press the antiseptic-damp cotton harder against his wounds.
Diluc cries out in response, and some sick part of you enjoys it. Enjoys seeing him suffer a fraction of the pain you felt ever since finding out who's face laid beneath the mask of the Dark Knight Hero. That he knows now what it feels like, the helpless and hurt you refuse to tell him about.
"That isn't what I meant and you know it." you almost snarl, lifting his cut arm to your view. Thank the Archons your neighbors were far, otherwise they might've thought you held someone a tortured prisoner.
Your hands are harsh but experienced, cleaning up his wounds with a skill only someone who's done this before has. You were already experienced in the art of healing without the need for a vision, but Diluc's escapades had pushed you to learn more and more. For better or for worse.
"My doorstep is always open to you," you continue your lecture, and it isn't anything new to Diluc's ears, "But I'd rather you come through it unharmed and well. Yet you seem to make it your mission to bleed on it every single time."
He looks past the anger in your voice and instead sees your worry. The heartache of seeing your loved one, broken and bloody, is one Diluc never wishes on anyone. It's a sight he himself has seen before. On his father, on his brother. It's a sight he refuses to see on you.
Not that he'd ever say that to your face willingly.
You continue your rant and he lets you, only hissing and wincing once in a while when you get carried away. When you finish, you let him sit back, standing from your own seat to retrieve his garments you'd ripped off in your haste to tend to him. With an audacity only you are allowed, you throw him a clean shirt and pants. His, he notes, no doubt from previous nights he's had to shed them under your care.
"Get dressed and go to sleep." your order him, already on your way to make your exit, while he himself just stares at you. Your stiff form, the pinch of your brows, the slight clench of your jaw that he wants to soothe so badly. . .
Having you so close yet so far has never hurt so much.
🌷 NOTES FROM THE AUTHOR
DILUCDILUCDILUCDILUC AHHHHHHHHH
My og, my goat, my baby, my sweetheart. His kit's shit tho.
I didn't know how to end it I'm so sorry!! But I've been wanting for a while to write for anything other than LADs so this is kind of a test run, lolz. I have a lot of Genshin drafts I may or may not post. . .
premise. While at the tavern with Kaeya and the Knights, you casually name-drop Diluc as the Darknight Hero, only to discover that none of the Knights actually know. Amid Kaeya’s amused smirk and Diluc’s exasperated denial, the mystery of the masked vigilante stays very much alive.
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The Angel’s Share was warm with the late-night hum of conversation, mugs clinking and laughter spilling into the air like bubbles from a fresh pour. Behind the counter, Diluc worked with his usual precision, filling glasses, sliding them across the bar, and exchanging the occasional polite word with a customer before turning away again.
You sat with Kaeya and a handful of off-duty Knights at a table near the bar. The lot of them were already a drink or two past restraint, leaning toward one another as stories flowed faster than the ale.
“I’m telling you, I saw the Darknight Hero last week,” declared Swan, his voice carrying the awe of a man describing a folk legend. “He leapt from the rooftop right in front of me, flaming sword and all.”
“Oh, you’re lucky,” Huffman laughed. “Last time I caught sight of him, he was just a shadow slipping between alleys. But you hear the stories—Pyro vision, master swordsman, striking red hair…”
“That man can swing a claymore like it’s nothing,” chimed in another knight, thudding his mug down with emphasis.
You nodded along. “Well, of course. Diluc’s always been good with a claymore.”
The table stilled. Kaeya’s wineglass paused halfway to his lips. Behind you, a faint, startled cough echoed from the bar.
“…What?” Huffman asked.
You shrugged, unbothered. “You know, the youngest Cavalry Captain the Knights ever had? It’s hardly surprising he’s that good.”
Swan blinked. “We’re talking about the Darknight Hero.”
“Yes,” you replied easily. “I’m talking about Diluc.”
The knights traded baffled looks.
“Wait,” you said slowly, scanning their faces. “You mean you all don’t know?”
Kaeya’s expression remained steady, but the lazy half-smile he wore gained a little more calculation.
“Know what?” Huffman asked, now sounding uncertain.
“That they’re the same person?” You gestured vaguely toward the bar. “Same height, hair, build, Pyro vision—same everything. And the mask he wears covers, what, this much of his face?” You circled both hands around your eyes. “That’s barely even a disguise. I mean, it’s literally him in an owl mask and a cape.”
A couple of knights looked uneasy, glancing toward the bar. Huffman even squinted, like the picture might just be forming in his head.
Kaeya set his glass down with deliberate care. “Perhaps,” he drawled, “it is better not to pry into the affairs of our city’s mysterious protector.” His smile was easy, but his eyes flicked sharply toward you in warning. “I am sure our dear friend is only indulging in some harmless speculation.”
The others mumbled agreement, most too far into their drinks to piece together your logic anyway. Kaeya guided the conversation to a safer subject, but you caught the way his gaze slid toward the bar, like he was watching for someone’s next move. You did not have to wait long.
“Excuse me,” came Diluc’s voice at your shoulder, perfectly polite but perfectly firm. “A moment of your time, please.” It was not a request.
Kaeya raised an eyebrow, his mouth curling as you stood. “Do enjoy yourself,” he murmured, the soft edge of amusement in his tone.
Diluc steered you toward the storeroom under the pretense of needing help with something, though the moment the door shut behind you, he fixed you with his steady, crimson-eyed stare.
“So,” you began before he could speak, “this is about the whole ‘you being the Darknight Hero’ thing, right?”
“I am not—” He stopped, and his voice shifted to something cooler. “You should be more careful with your words.”
“Why?” you asked, incredulous. “Because no one else knows? Do you mean to tell me they seriously don’t recognize you?”
“You are mistaken.”
You folded your arms. “I’ve seen you in both outfits. You’re not even trying to change your stance. The owl mask is a nice touch, but it doesn’t fool anyone—”
“It is not an owl mask,” he interrupted, a little too quickly.
“It has feathers and a beak, Diluc.”
“That does not make it an owl.”
You tilted your head, grinning. “So you’re not denying that you’re him—you're just denying the owl part?”
“I am not admitting anything.”
“Right. Which is exactly what someone would say if they were trying to hide the fact that they run around at night in a cape and owl mask, setting things on fire.”
For a moment, something faintly exasperated and faintly embarrassed flickered across his face. “…You have quite the imagination.” He lifted a gloved fist to his lips and cleared his throat. “However, I am not the Darknight Hero.”
You arched a brow. “You vanish whenever he shows up. And seriously, you’re probably the only person in the entire nation with hair that red. Do you even realize how much you fight like yourself? I’m just saying, you’re awful at this whole secret identity thing.”
He exhaled slowly, muttering something under his breath that you were pretty sure was a regret about ever speaking to you.
“See?” you pointed out triumphantly. “That’s the face of a man who’s been caught.”
“That,” he said with great restraint, “is the face of a man who wishes to avoid having rumors spread about him in his own tavern.”
You smiled sweetly. “Relax. Your secret’s safe with me…Mister Owl.”
His eyes closed briefly, like he was weighing the possibility of throwing you out the back door. “Go back to your table.”
When you returned, Kaeya’s smirk was already waiting. He didn’t say anything at first—just leaned back, watching you sit. Then, right when you thought you were safe, he let out a thoughtful hum.
“Mister Owl?” he said, voice carrying far too well over the table.
Somewhere behind you, a glass was set down on the bar a little harder than necessary.
You didn’t bother asking how he knew. You’d known Kaeya long enough to understand that he had a way of hearing things he had no business hearing, no matter how far away you said them.
“I have to say,” Kaeya continued, swirling his wine, “that’s…inspired. Though I’m not sure he’ll appreciate the nickname.”
“I’m sure he won’t,” you agreed, sipping your drink.
Kaeya’s grin sharpened. “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll make sure it catches on.”
From the bar came the annoyed snap of a cloth being shaken out for a wipe-down. You didn’t even need to turn around to know whose it was.
warning(s): smut (it's implied though not explicit), and wrote this in like 59 minutes so there's that
note: ironically got this idea from a toxic post my friend sent me
diluc finds you attractive in literally everything.
he likes to see you dressed up, of course. but he likes the fact that you're comfortable enough with him to just be yourself. safe enough to wear whatever you're comfortable with.
the lips pressing against your forehead feel just as soft when you're wearing a worn out t-shirt as it does while you're decked out for a date.
he will kiss you stupid regardless of if you're wearing a curve-hugging, hot dress with a leg slit, or a pair of pajamas.
the hickeys spread on your neck look equally deep and feel equally passionate given over a silk blouse hugging your torso or over a mismatched tank and trousers.
your whines are loud in the room as breathy kisses are littered all across your stomach. are you wearing a crop top? are you wearing a sweatshirt? who cares?! they feel just as torturous.
his hand gently, but firmly, curves around your waist to pull you closer to himself. the rush of goosebumps feels the same when the hand slips in through a designer cardigan or a hoodie.
his hands and lips feel just as hot pressing into the exposed skin left behind by both a traditional outfit you're wearing or some cotton shorts paired up with an equally soft shirt.
his fingers unzipping your dress has you just as wet as when they pop open the buttons of a shirt. (even them unhooking a blouse has the same effect).
those same fingers pressing into you, against the spongy walls of your heat, move with as much precision - and determination - underneath a skirt clinging onto your hips as they do under a towel wrapped around your body.
it doesn't matter if you're wearing a pair of stockings or leggings, they're getting torn if they are even slightly annoying to get off.
seeing you in a little black dress will get his shaft just as hard as seeing you in his shirt. (in fact, the latter probably has his erection stirring more).
if both of you are on the same page, your legs will be rendered useless for days despite what you're wearing, not because of it.
"Why are you avoiding me?" It was those words that made you look up from the book novel that you are reading. There was your lover hovering over you, causing you to frown and slightly move away. "I have no idea what you are talking about."
"Don't lie, even now you're avoiding me." This time, he looked so frustrated, he look like he was about to cry if you do actually admit you are avioding him in which you are not. "Look, Luc. I'm not ignoring you, okay?" You spoke, brushing him off as you stood up and went towards where the open window is.
He went towards you to follow you when you hold up a hand to make some distance between the two of you. For the first time these days were you have been avoiding him, there was a pained look on his face that made your eyes go wide. Quickly setting your book down as you hurriedly chase after him who was now walking out of the room. "Wait! I'm not ignoring you, I swear to Lord Barbatos! I just need some distance between us okay?!" You explain in panicked.
"Isn't that the same thing?" There was a small sad smile on his lips, "Are you tired of me- of us-?!" "No! That's not what I meant! It's just you're hot!" .... "Huh?" He was dumbfounded. What did you just say? "I'm hot?" "No! Not the hot you're talking about but you're hot, it's hot!"
Then it sink in, these nights were you refused to be held, the lack of skin ship the two of you had except for a kiss here and there. You putting up a good distance between the two of you. It is summer, and it is hot as fuck. And he is a pryo user and they sometimes emits heat unknowingly, it can be because of the cold, or maybe because of the heat that it affects them unknowingly.
"Ah." "I'm sorry I didn't tell you right away, I thought you were doing in on purpose knowing how Kaeya and I have been messing with you before. I didn't mean to ignore you. It was just... it's so hot." You look down, of course it was fun to tease him, but now knowing he has been turning all along unknowingly to you, you felt sorry for your behaviour. "Forgive me?"
"Only if you let me cuddle with you at night." He smirks, holding your free hand that was not holding the book. This causes you to groan and pout. "But it's hot..." "Well make it work somehow." He laughs. What more can you do when you are blinded by his bright laughter? "Fine! Just make the room cool somehow before we settle down" "Of course, my love." He spoke, putting your hand close to his lips before giving it a kiss.
[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2024°
: I lived in one of the coolest place in the Philippines every year end so I'm guessing the heat I'm feeling in our province this summer is nothing compared to those who lived in the city but damn. ITS SOOOO HOT HUHU I FEEL LIKE I'M BURNING EVERY TIME I STEPPED UNDER THE SUN.
: Reklamador nang pakinggan pero sinusubukan ng init ang pasensya ko nowadays.
