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downfordiluc · 3 years

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Xiao x G/N Reader. One-Shot.

Synopsis // Xiao barely had a moment to spare for you, working hard to keep demons at bay, and yet, you remembered the note he had left you one night. 'If you need me, call out my name, and I'll be there.'

Warnings // Suggestive, but no NSFW is actually present. Xiao hard dom, reader bratty sub, degrading, name calling, choking, threatening I guess?? Never really had to do tags like this before.

Author's Note // Heavily inspired by MONTERO (since ive had it on repeat lately), but I've also read some somewhat similar fics in the past, can't deny they also gave inspiration - the whole calling upon xiao and him turning up trope is nowhere near new, this is just my take on it. Also a big fat xiao kinnie so finally had to indulge my need to write about him. Bit of a shorter one, might write NSFW part 2 if anyone actually cared/asks.

All characters owned by Mihoyo, but all works are my own: downfordiluc wattpad & tumblr.

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Three days had passed since he left. No warning, no premonition, no goodbye, as was the nature of his work. It shouldn't have surprised you, waking up to an empty bed and a note scrawled lazily on your dresser (not on parchment you left for him, on the actual wooden surface, typical), and yet without fail, it always left you feeling empty. Yes, you signed up for this. You knew exactly what you were in for, days of silence and ceaseless worrying, waiting for the door to almost swing off of its hinges once more. It always took a few days to calm him down, almost as if every time he left, domesticity evaporated from his system, and he became wild. Vicious. Feral. Poisoned by killer instinct and a lack of regard for the mortality of anyone he came across, except you.

What you attributed this bottomless pit of disappointment in your stomach to was the fact he had only returned the night before, more dirt than clothing visible, hair matted, and that familiar wild look laced within his paralyzing stare. Fear coursing through your veins, wondering if this was finally the time he had come unhinged and would ravage you like his prey. A fragile, innocent deer frolicking in a lion's den. And then you'd see it. A fine mist of water dispelling the raging fire in his glazen, amber irises, the colours relaxing into a golden honey due. He was home.

Not a word would pass that night, you'd clean his clothes, scrubbing out dried blood and layers upon layers of dirt, you'd shower him, searching anxiously for any sign that might suggest the blood was his own, and you'd brush his hair, lying behind him on the bed, watching his chest rise and fall as he finally rested for the first time in days. The battle was a tournament, and this was his prize.

You were his prize.

Not one syllable had been spoken, and that, was why you missed him. Wanted him. Needed him.

Drunk on the thought of his gaze piercing through you, intoxicated by the lingering scent of him on the pillow beside you, you found your fingers tracing the words on the discoloured paper beside you.

'If you need me, call out my name, and I'll be there.'

Back and forth. Left and right. A metronome thudding side to side in your brain, clattering off of the inside of your skull. Call him. Wait for him. Immediate satisfaction versus waiting an indeterminate amount of time for another reunion. A final showdown of the id and the ego, primal desires battling with logic and reason, and you knew you were nothing but a brat at heart.

"Xiao, I need you."

Realising you had never actually taken him up on his offer before, you wondered if your timid call into the empty room would be enough. You had needed him, of course, there had been times you were surrounded by the Fatui, or on the verge of being ushered off a cliff by a group of treasure hoarders, but you had always held your own. Coming out a lot worse for it, but taking pride in the fact you had held your own, basking in the thought of the care he would pay you for a change, right when you needed him the most. Guilt panged ruthlessly in your chest, realising that you had succumbed to your own need for self-gratification, and for a split second, you hoped he hadn't heard you calling him.

"Y/N".

Wielding his polearm, in a defensive stance, Xiao stood in the doorway, looking peaceful compared to the times he came home after nights of fighting and bloodshed. Those familiar glowing eyes surveyed the room, perusing every surface and you could practically see him eliminating threats as he came up empty, no visual threat insight. His gaze then fell upon you, his chest deflating as a breath you hadn't noticed him holding escaped his lips. He was armed for war, turquoise energy eclipsing his silhouette; ready to fight for what was his.

"Are you hurt? Sick? Why am I here, Y/N...", the familiar raspy, direct tone of his voice sent chills surging throughout your body, every muscle alight with the blaze you had almost suppressed moments ago. Unfiltered, uncontrollable need.

His hands were calloused, rough, and told the stories of his travels. Scars and marks littered his pale skin, and shadows danced on his muscles as he gripped your wrist and pulled you to your feet, giving you a quick once over and frowning to himself as he measured your pulse and palmed your forehead, gauging a temperature. You were lucky the heat surging through your body didn't translate.

"I needed you."

Hands fumbling together, and eyelashes batting at the seething man in front of you, all you could do was hope that your doe eyes and a light bite of your lips were enough to calm his storm.

"You don't need me, Y/N." he muttered through clenched teeth, his gaze boring into your very soul, and his hands gripping at your upper arms. Red marks formed under his grip, and your pulse coursed uncontrollably, rising to alarming rates as he stepped forward, pushing you back with his stride. The harsh hit of the wall on your back was an unwelcoming one, but the person trapping you against it was inebriating your every thought.

Searing burns littered your flesh as his fingers grazed down your arms, settling tightly on your wrists, pulling your hands apart, and leaving you with nothing to grip onto in an attempt to subdue the feelings you were experiencing. He was angry, that was plain to see, and the last response you should have to that was pure elation and excitement, and yet here you were, absolutely enamoured and invigorated by every light that caressed his face, shade forming under his eyebrows that were knitted together in pure rage.

"You... wanted me."

Colliding with the wall above your head, a shock pulsated from your wrists to your chest, his nails digging into your skin, sure to leave marks that you would touch for days to come. Marking his territory on you.

"How would you like it, if I disrupted your work because I wanted to be a little brat?"

His voice was rough, like sandpaper, leaving you cut and bruised on every inch of your skin. Adrenaline rushing through your veins, threatening to burst free, as you crumpled under his grip. Completely and utterly submitting to his domineering scowl.

"I'd like that. I like any attention from you, Xiao."

You were lucky Wangsheng Funeral Parlor was nearby because they might be about to get themselves a new client. You were pushing all the wrong buttons, and tugging relentlessly on Xiao's last nerve, and you didn't care one bit. You were already in trouble, how much more could you get in? You could at least get some personal satisfaction out of watching him unravel in front of you, the bounds of his caring mannerisms around you tearing at the seams.

"You are lucky that you're receiving even an ounce of attention right now. That I haven't discarded you over the balcony like the rest of the trash that comes up here."

His words were assaulting your neck before two hands turned to one on your wrists, and his fingers replaced his ragged breaths, grasping your throat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you that at this moment, you were undeniably at his every command.

"You need me."

"Why would I need a brat like you? Someone who can't even follow one simple command."

"Because no one makes you this angry, Xiao. No one else can make you feel this g-"

His grip tightened, not enough to hurt, but enough to cut off your sentence and leave you gasping for breath, fearing that he may cut you off entirely at any moment. Fearing you could be the newest bloodstains on his clothing. And yet the anticipation and delirium filling your system didn't dispel. It only grew. He could smell your arousal, and you knew it.

His hair brushed against your cheek, smelling like the shampoo you had lathered it with the night before, but also smelling like a wild animal, a predator, a distinct scent of domination and control. You really were his prey.

"I will deal with you... later."

Withdrawing from you, and leaving you barely able to support yourself on your shaking legs, your body yearned for his grip that left without any warning. The room grew cold, and you couldn't tell whether it was the body heat leaving the room, or he had made it that way, as the door slammed, ringing through your ears as the emptiness you felt before ached in your heart. And yet, despite everything that had just happened, you couldn't deter the smirk tugging at your lips, wondering just when 'later', would be.

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downfordiluc · 3 years

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Albedo x G/N reader.

No warnings needed. Just pure fluff.

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Synopsis // you always felt as if Albedo's work was his priority, and yet, in a room full of experiments and results, all he sees is you.

Author's notes // My obsession with Albedo grows every day, send help. He's too beautiful for this world.

All works are entirely my own - downfordiluc (wattpad & tumblr)

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Albedo had never been one who attached a tangible value to relationships with other people. Obviously, he valued professional relationships and cared about his family, but romance and friendship were never bonds he really sought after or felt a need to maintain. Any friendships he did consider himself to have were purely circumstantial and didn't venture past the boundaries of his workplace, and he was content with that; content with being alone. That was until he met you.

"Alone and lonely are not synonymous", was something he caught himself saying to Kaeya one time, who had pointed out that he was often the only person in his laboratory for hours, if not days on end. Truth be told though, Albedo quite enjoyed being by himself and even relished the time he spent being the only heartbeat in the room - unless his experiments ventured into living organisms. He tended to drown out anyone talking to him while he was concentrating regardless, preferring to communicate with people like Sucrose and Timaeus through paperwork and statistics, rather than sentences. And yet, right now, there were two heartbeats in the room, as well as a slight whining sound, as he got nudged in the shins.

"You said you'd be done with this an hour agooo!", the dig in his leg was so soft that he didn't even glance upwards from the test tube he was concentrated on swirling in front of him - bright aqua slowly fading to a crystal clear liquid, sparkling as it spiralled.

Without warning, a warm hand was placed upon yours, his thumb running along the top of your wrist, leaving a trail of warmth as it traveled. For a man who wasn't very fond of socializing, he knew how to say a thousand words with just one movement, and you knew he was sorry for taking so long. His work was what you always considered his priority in life, and keeping realistic about this and knowing you could probably never take that place was what kept you sane on nights like this. Nights where he promised to watch the sunset with you, but the stars were now twinkling in the night sky through the small window of his lab.

The way he watched the colours whirl and merge into one was an alluring sight, his eyes transfixed on the liquid, scanning it inquisitively, and you noticed the colour of the substance was almost a direct match to that of his beautiful, twinkling irises. It was the way he looked at you. The curiosity and fascination flickering behind his eyes, burning in his brain, made your knees weak, as he would scan you up and down. Feelings of doubt and anxiety would always follow in tow, but he stopped them in their tracks.

"You look beautiful today."

Fingers intertwining with yours pulled you delicately out of your daydream, as your eyes flicked up to his own, giving you that exact, disarming look, as you noticed his work pushed aside. Alchemy is purely scientific and has no real link to matters of the heart, and yet you could swear he had cracked the code of love too. His gaze felt calculated and precise, melting you in an instant like one of his experiments. You were an experiment to him in a way - an experiment in romance - and you really hoped he was satisfied with the results.

You knew you were.

Heat spread itself across your face, a pale pink hue dusting across the bridge of your nose and cheeks, as you registered his spontaneous compliment. It wasn't often you saw Albedo smile, so you cherished the fleeting moments when his lips curled up and his eyes glittered that little bit more. Just like that, any lingering frustration you had with him for taking so long faded out of existence, leaving only your infatuation with the one you could proudly call your own. He truly was captivating, and the best part was, he had absolutely no idea. He had no idea that he was beautiful too.

"I made you something, [Y/N].". You pouted slightly as his hand left your own, missing the warmth, as you watched him rummage through the draw on the left of his desk. In his hands, he produced a crystalline bottle. The was glass a pale hue of yellow, reminiscent of his vision glowing faintly under the star on his neck, a mystery you were yet to solve. The way it refracted light scattered little flickers of light all over Albedo's face, like luminescent freckles, and yet they were gone as quickly as they appeared, as he placed the bottle into your turned out hand. The liquid in the bottle glistened similarly to his experiment from earlier, as everything clicked into place.

Holding the bottle up to your nose, you smelled the fragrance of what was inside. Until that moment, you didn't know it was possible for something to smell like warmth, and yet that was exactly what this bottle seemed to encapsulate. Maple, cinnamon, and the smell of autumn captured you lightly, lulling you into an almost drunken sense of happiness. It smelled like cuddles in front of an open fire, but also early morning walks, watching the dew glisten on browning leaves that were slowly cascading from the trees.

September 22nd was the first day of autumn last year, and the day you met Albedo. Light brush strokes adorning the canvas in front of him as he merged hues of orange into hues of pink, perfectly capturing the sunset decorating the sky in front of him. Most people would rush to finish before the sun laid to rest for the night, and yet he took his time, a level of preciseness in each flick of his wrist that you couldn't help but watch, following every movement he made.

"Can I paint you?", the blonde man was now returning your stare, his face void of emotion but his eyes full of eagerness, as he pushed past any defences you had, leaving you with no other response than to say yes.

"How would you like me to stand?" you queried, panicked thoughts darting around your head as you thought you would do nothing but ruin his beautiful artwork. Had he simply pitied you?

"Just like that, you look perfect as is."

At the time, Albedo had no romantic intentions behind this sentence, and yet it had you mesmerised. On this crisp, Autumn evening, you became besotted with the man in front of you, and from this moment on, you would be his muse.

Soft footsteps circled the desk, the sound barely filling the room, as Albedo stood behind you, trapping you in your chair, as you could faintly feel him pressed against your back.

"Albedo?" you questioned, as you felt his breath on your neck, an involuntary shudder following in suit. His presence was short-lived, however, as he trailed his fingers down your arm, goosebumps forming on the tracks he left, as his fingertips landed on the bottle he had given you. He was ethereal.

"Do you like it?"

His enchanting voice hummed against your skin, as you could feel his hair tickling the side of your neck, his lips hovering just inches away from your ear. It took every inch of your willpower to not turn your head and kiss him, and yet you stood your ground, relishing the feeling of being this close with him, knowing these moments were often transient.

"I love it." You spoke softly, controlling your voice that threatened to waver due to his affectionate manner. You had been watching him for hours, as he barely paid notice to you. You had analysed his every feature time and time again today alone, watching every shining hair that had slipped out of his braid and fallen into his face, wanting nothing more than to brush it behind his ear. Luckily this was one of your favourite ways to spend your time, watching him work, and admiring his devotion. He was dedicated, loyal and committed, and these qualities went farther than just his work, which left you feeling secure and loved every night that you slept alone, the other side of the bed growing cold without his presence.

Without warning, a light mist fell upon your exposed neck and collarbone, yet again eliciting goosebumps, as the scent of the perfume he had created made its way up to you, softening you instantly as a sigh of pure euphoria escaped your previously smiling lips. This smile only widened, as he placed a delicate kiss behind your left ear, stroking your hair lightly as he did, reminding you of how much you longed to do so as the hours passed. The spot his lips had rested felt as though it glowed almost as brightly as the vision on his chest did, as it radiated heat long after he had departed.

"I love you." softly escaped your lips, as you turned to face him, looking up at the man who made you feel as though you were floating on delirium and bliss. His head tilted ever so slightly to the side, and yet again, he gave you that stare. The one that made you feel like the results of an experiment, every small feature being perused. You wouldn't be surprised if he had facial expressions down to a science, knowing exactly what every movement of all 42 muscles in a person's face meant. If that was the case, he could see just how in love with him you were at that moment.

"You didn't think I'd forget the anniversary of the day we met, did you?"

Like a deer in headlights, your eyes widened and your lips parted ever so slightly in shock, as Albedo gave you a soft yet sultry look, a smirk creeping upon his lips. How could he read you like a book, and yet you couldn't decipher a single thing he was thinking?

"You didn't forget, did you, [Y/N]?"

Most people would have looked offended, or more light-hearted individuals might have feigned said offence, and yet Albedo's face didn't move an inch, as he kept his gaze transfixed upon you.

"N-No, of course I didn't. I just didn't want you to feel bad if you had.", you stuttered when you were nervous, and this man had left you nothing but a ball of anxiety, as you had almost forgotten to give him his own gift. From your pocket, you produced a small pin of Prithiva Topaz, the shape identical to the star on his neck that you adored so much; a testament to how much of an enigma this man was to you. Slowly rising from your chair, you placed one hand on his chest, grasping at the belt that crossed over his body. Where the black leather of his belt met the gold embellishments that came over his shoulder, there was an empty circle, and so you pinned on the brooch, directly in the centre, your hands lingering ever so slightly, not wanting to take them off of him.

"I love you too." he whispered above you, which led to you looking up at him, your eyes full of endearment for your one and only. A lock of his hair hovered just above your eyes, and so you gave in to your day-long wish, reaching up and tucking it lightly behind his ear, stroking along the strand as your hand left. And yet he caught it, holding it lightly in his own, and kissing it lightly, just above your knuckles. You could not get enough of the feeling.

"Now, I hate to do this to you, but I really must finish this research, but you're free to do whatever you want with my hair as I do.".

Your lover quickly transformed back into the alchemist he prided himself in being, as he sat back down in his chair, pulling your own next to his. Once again, you found yourself wondering how he could read your every thought and emotion with almost frightening accuracy, and you settled on the conclusion that his genius was simply immeasurable by your own standards. All that mattered to you was that if he truly had the power to decrypt your every thought, he was fully aware of the overflowing feelings for him that filled your beating heart daily.

And so, for the rest of the night, your hands brushed through his hair, braiding it once, twice, thrice, as he leaned ever so slightly into your touch, giving you reassuring hums as he shuffled the papers below him. Suddenly, watching the moon rise wasn't so bad, as long as this moment lasted until the sun came up, and you could watch the sunrise together.

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downfordiluc · 3 years

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Childe x Lumine One Shot. NSFW.

Warning // Contains explicit language and sexual scenes.

Synopsis: Weeks of sparring against one another has built tensions between Childe and Lumine, all of which come to a peak on one night at Wangshu Inn.

The two circled one another in combative stances, in a way that could be compared to boxers in a ring waiting to throw the perfect punch. Childe was rather good at identifying people's weak spots, and between his ability to fight at range and close quarters, he was rather good at exploiting them. Lumine, however, was a closed book. Months had passed since they began sparring like this every week, and in time they had learned each others patterns, whilst adapting to try and come out on top of one another. She was the one person he knew he couldn't dominate in a duel, and that was where the thrill of the chase came from.

If he couldn't beat her, maybe he could trick her into beating him...

Letting one's guard down was something that any wise duelist would instantly know was a perilous idea, but Childe decided to try it. He made missteps, and watched as Lumine scanned his movement, like a hawk tracking it's prey. The faint wisp of Anemo energy glowing in her fingertips was the green light he was looking for, but he could not have anticipated the strength of the blow to come. She was truly getting stronger.

Lumine looked down on the harbinger on the floor in front of her, sword pointed accurately at his chest, slightly to the left, hovering over his heart. She would never kill him, these battles were something she relished every week. But the feeling of having truly beaten him was one that she basked in.

'Not like you to let your guard down, Childe.'

Her quip was one that was accompanied by a smirk on her lips, as the man before her slowly rose to his feet, her sword's tip tracking him perfectly as he ascended.

'What can I say? The view was distracting.'

He had identified her weakness, her guard was impeccable, her offence as good as her defence, however linguistics was a battle he could win every time. His charm was second nature to him, and he wasn't a fool, he knew he had a way with people that got him to his position in the Fatui.

Just as Lumine began lowering her Skyward Blade, one swift motion led to the blade trading hands. Childe swung Lumine around, pressing her back to his chest, and hovering the blade tentatively at her throat. He had her in a choke hold, he had the power, and this was a dynamic he enjoyed.

'Should never have expected a Fatui member to be above playing dirty.'

Childe could detect the slight intonation of fear laced in her remark, and so relaxed his hold on her ever so slightly, as he leaned in to her ear.

'You have no idea, sweetheart.'

She shuddered under his breath, goosebumps forming where his words had caressed her bare neck.

'I'll let you go, on one condition.'

Her silence indicated for him to continue, and so he did.

'You go on a date with me.'

He knew he was going to let her go either way, again, these battles were the best part of every week for him. Meeting up at the Golden House and being truly challenged for one fleeting hour. It was entirely worth the energy he had to recover for the ensuing days, from using his delusion.

'Battle is the best kind of foreplay, after all. Establishing dominance, and submission.'

He leaned further into her neck, almost to the point where she swore she could feel him speaking against her skin. But while her skin was prickling, her thoughts were bubbling. Her dedicated studying of her opponent finally reaching a peak of usefulness.

She slowly turned towards him, so that their noses were almost touching as she angled her head up to his.

She placed one hand on his chest, and spread her fingers wide, eliciting a slight hitch in his breath that gave her the signal. She had won. Slowly, her hand travelled down his jacket, catching on the three buttons which he never bothered to fasten, leaving his bare skin slightly exposed. The second her skin met his, she made her move.

Quickly grabbing the guard of her sword with her free hand, she tore it from his loosening grasp, and stepped backwards. Using the very tip to angle his chin upwards.

'I prefer a different kind of foreplay.'

'And what may that be?'

Turning on her heel, Lumine allowed her footsteps clicking against the stone floor to be the only sound in the room for a short moment, building tension like she intended.

'Winning.'

Emerging victorious in battle always felt good, but this time, it felt especially rewarding. She had won both the physical duel, and the mental one. A slight whirring sound began coming from behind her, but instead of panicking, she kept walking at her leisurely pace, enjoying the feeling of him having to watch her walk away.

'Oh put the bow away, Childe. You were always the least adept with one, and clearly you won't be mastering it any time soon.'

She glanced back once more, to see him lowering Skyward Harp, making sure to lock eyes with him to once more, assert the dominance she had gained in the arena.

'Wangshu Inn, 8pm. Sharp.'

She scraped the end of her sword against the floor to annunciate the point she was making, the echo of the metallic sound being the last sound left in the room.

The amber glow on Lumine's back was what Childe first noticed. She was leaned against the railings, staring over at Dihua Marsh, under the orange lighting of a lantern. He found it rather endearing that the shadows on her back resembled a flickering ember, given his possession of hydro powers. The dichotomy struck him as the perfect atmosphere for their late night rendezvous.

'You're late.'

'And you're beautiful. Are we going to keep stating facts, or are we going to get dinner?'

Once again, Childe weaponised his charm with a level of certainty that couldn't help but make Lumine blush. She cursed her own weakness, and hoped the slight colour in her cheeks was gone, or at least hidden by the lighting on the balcony. It was a weird dynamic between the pair, as they were both used to being the one in control, and yet the other had the power to make them weak at the knees. Something she would never admit, of course. This was simply the deal they had come to in battle, after all. Nothing more.

Approaching the candlelit table Lumine had reserved, Childe pulled a chair out for Lumine. She looked at him, before circling around to the other side of the table, and taking a seat, leaving Childe holding the chair out and wide eyed at her bold move.

'I see, you decided not to leave your boldness at home along with your weapon.'

'Don't be mistaken, Childe. My sword is in my room, and confidence is the strongest form of armour a fighter can equip themselves with.'

'I like that.'

Submission wasn't something Childe was used to, in fact, today was the first day he had ever felt like it was his only option. However, the command his companion had over him was something that both scared him, and slightly excited him. Not only could she control a room, or an army, she could control him, and that was something even the Fatui struggled to do.

As they both ate their meals, they exchanged meaningless conversation and glances that got more and more loaded as their plates emptied. Childe couldn't get one idea out of his mind. She had booked herself a room.

Lumine couldn't even deny the heat that was spreading to her cheeks as they ate, trying to convince herself that the saffron garnishing her dish was simply doing it's job as a natural aphrodisiac. Refusing to even entertain the possibility that this meal was more than just a promise well kept. However, she kept glancing down at the two buttons Childe had undone atop his shirt, swearing that he had undone one when she had stopped looking.

Deliberately, Childe licked his lips while maintaining eye contact with Lumine, and subconsciously, she found herself biting her lip in return. She was meant to be the one in control here, and she was scolding herself as a smirk formed upon his lips. Her coyness was getting the better of her, after all, she couldn't deny that Childe was an attractive man, and man did his shirt being undone not help.

Childe flagged the waiter down for the check, which he discreetly tried to pay in full, knowing that money was simply an object to him, and it really meant nothing to him to have to dig into his funds. Lumine spotted him however, and again, gave him a loaded glare which he found slightly arousing. She was mad at herself for letting him gain control of yet another situation tonight.

'I'm going to get some Mora from my room, I wont allow you to pay alone.'

Equality was the best outcome of this scenario, and so she quickly dismissed herself to her chambers. Her heartbeat rushing in her ears almost concealed the footsteps following in tow. As she tried to slam the door behind her, a force stopped her doing so. That force being Childe's arm, holding the door open, as he stared her up and down.

She was greatly reminded of the way she had been looking at him in their battle earlier that day, analysing her opponent for weaknesses, and knowing, at that moment, she had won. Lumine gulped, noticing a third button had come undone on his shirt, something which she couldn't allow herself to believe wasn't deliberate.

Truthfully, Childe had noticed her glancing at his chest all night, and he had noticed the flush on her face from the moment she stood under that lantern. This wasn't strictly business to her, despite what she was trying to convince herself. And knowing that was the most power he could have at that moment.

He snaked himself around her body, walking behind her and sitting himself on the bed, simply cocking his head and looking at the blonde as she stood against the door, her amber eyes widening slightly at his bold move. Without a word, she moved towards her bag on the dresser, and pulled out an amount of Mora that Childe could only assume amounted to her half of the meal.

Extending her palm towards him, golden coins glinting in the lantern above, once again bathing her in an amber light which reminded of the flame she ignited in his body. Childe reached out, but instead of taking the money, took a light hold of her wrist, lightly running his thumb along it as he matched her gaze.

'Money is nothing to me, Lumine. You know this.'

'And I don't want to owe you anything, Ajax.'

He had to be honest, hearing her drop his alias for a change was something that stirred up temptation in him, to a point where resisting for any longer was a fruitless endeavour.

'I can think of a way you can pay me back.'

He pulled her on top of him, reclining onto the bed as her face hovered only inches away from his own. Her breath hitched in shock, and he knew they had come full circle.

Whatever had come over her was something she would reprimand herself for later, but right now - being this close to Childe - it was like someone had pulled the stopper out of her ability to control her impulses and feelings. She glanced quickly, from his eyes, to his lips, and back to his eyes once more. He was truly unnecessarily attractive. Determined to re-establish her dominance, she took it upon herself to be the one to close the gap.

The kiss was tender, but warm, likening it to the heat of sitting next to a fireplace. However this heat spread over her entire body, radiating from her lips, and from somewhere else. Childe's arms worked their way from being limply by his side, to holding firmly onto her hips, as she positioned herself to be straddling him, and savoured both the feeling of the kiss, and the feeling of being on top.

As the kiss got deeper, more heated, more ragged, Their hands explored. She tugged at the buttons on his shirt that she had been cursing all night, and his own hands found their way under her skirt, stroking her thigh, and catching on the part where her stockings ended and her bare skin begun. Knowing that they weren't tights, and she had been that bit more exposed the entire time aroused him almost as much as her hand travelling down his abs.

As they broke off the kiss, practically gasping for air as they hadn't been able to breathe in the heat of the passion, Lumine tugged at the shirt once more, indicating for Childe to shed the silk in the way of her perusing his torso. Unwilling to accept this unbalance in clothing shed, the man under her hooked one arm around her back, and with a swift motion, unclasped the pearl button holding her dress secured at the back, leading to the soft fabric slipping off of her shoulder blades, and Childe slipping the dress further down, leaving it at her waist for the time being. He had more important matters to attend to, two of them in fact.

Without giving him a chance to explore his new discoveries, however, Lumine began nibbling at Childe's neck. No amount of watching him on the battlefield could have led her to knowing this was his weak spot, as his head pushed back almost involuntarily, exposing his flesh further for Lumine to kiss and bite at.

The harbinger ran his fingers down Lumine's back, before deciding the bra she was wearing was an inconvenience for both his visual pleasure and her physically. He unclasped it with ease, and slipped the straps down her arms, to which she gladly obliged to let him shed the lacy barrier between his hands and her breasts. He then pushed her shoulders lightly, to which she groaned slightly, as she had been working her way to kissing down his chest, while caressing his abs, which left her impressed to say the least.

'My turn.'

His words came out almost as a growl, as he flipped Lumine down onto the bed beside him, stood in front of her. She gazed up at him, and he saw a vulnerability in her that he had never seen before.

'Beautiful.'

The word that slipped out of his mouth wasn't intentional, but he stood by what he had said. Her eyes widened in shock, but he could also see that she liked what he had said, and she proved it by grabbing his forearms and pulling him down into another kiss.

Childe ran his tongue along Lumine's bottom lip, and she allowed them to part, letting him explore her mouth. Of course she wasn't just going to let him win, this was a battle in its own right, and as they kissed, their tongues battled once more, for the dominance they both craved. His hands finally found their way to his breasts. A journey he had been trying to make since the moment he unclasped her dress, and yet he found that cupping them and lightly teasing her hard nipples wasn't enough for him. He broke their kiss once more, and Lumine let out a slight moan as he did so, sending a jolt of what felt like electricity straight down to his, well, stiffening cock. He didn't waste any time, pulling himself down towards her, allowing him to lightly graze his tongue against her left areola. Yet again, she let out that sweet moan that sent an identical jolt straight to his member.

As his right hand played with her right nipple, he began sucking on the left, eliciting yet another whimper. He couldn't see it, but she was definitely blushing right now, and to be honest, he would be also, if his blood wasn't rushing downwards. The scratches she was leaving on his back definitely were going to leave a mark, but the amount of scars he already had left him not really caring, continuing to lick and suck at her nipples, as she breathed hastily and squirmed underneath him.

'C-Childe, please. Get this dress off of me.'

Who was he to deny the wish of a lady?

He stood up once more, admiring her blushing face (as he had expected), and watching her lick her lips as she looked down at his completely hard cock, bulging underneath his trousers.

'You seem like you could use a hand there.'

Her voice was smooth like melted chocolate, in a way that he had never heard her speak before. It was seductive to say the least, and yet again, she knew just how to get his guard down.

She stood up in front of him, stepping out of her dress and taking off her shoes, to which Childe did the same, kicking them to the side as he stared down at Lumine, who was returning his eye contact with a velvet gaze. Her eyes really did look beautiful in this lighting.

Slowly, she got down onto her knees, and watched Childe's Adam's apple bob as he gulped. I don't think even he expected this move, which made her smile coyly to herself, always enjoying getting a one-up, no matter the situation at hand.

She planted a single, soft kiss on his cock through his trousers, which made him let out a deep, earthy groan. God if he could feel how wet that made her. She made sure she undid his belt excruciatingly slowly, and dealt with his button and zipper with the same crawling pace, all while maintaining stiff eye contact. She liked watching him shudder. She liked watching him submit.

'L-Lumine.'

He could barely catch his breath, as she yet again, planted another kiss on his tip; one less layer separating them. Pulling his trousers down to his ankles, she finally broke eye contact, to focus on the situation about an inch away from her face. His boxers may have been black, but she could ever so slightly make out the wet patch she had left on them with her kiss, or maybe that was the result of his own excitement.

'I shouldn't have expected less of you than to play dirty, should I?'

His retort was a reference to her own words on the battlefield earlier, right as he had seized her sword and used it against her. Ironic, really, considering the sword was now in her hands; or it was about to be. She had had enough of the games, and with once swift motion, she pulled down his boxers, finally letting his cock spring free from it's shackles. The trousers really didn't do it justice, and it was her turn to gulp, as she hadn't expected the magnitude of what was in front of her.

At this point, he had no words left, other than the grunt he let out as he was finally freed. Once more, she returned eye contact, and once again, licked her lips seductively, knowing the power she had over him right now. She used his fixed gaze to her advantage, and took him by surprise, slowly running one finger along the bottom of his shaft. Right along the swelling vein, leading up to his tip. Another guttural moan left his mouth, and yet again, her own walls shuddered, wondering what this would feel like inside her.

Lightly, she clasped around the base of his shaft, still leaving a good two or three inches free at the top, a testament to his length. That looked a lot more manageable. She slowly moved her hand up and down his cock, and completed her trilogy of kisses, planting one on the now naked tip of his cock. She left him shuddering in response.

'I'll get you back for this next time we- '

Hush now, Childe. She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock, to cut him off mid sentence, and sucked ever so slightly, savouring the taste of the juices that had already coated his tip. Using her thumb to again, caress his bulging vein, she licked delicately at the base in turn, still not breaking the eye contact she so desperately wished to keep. She wanted him locked to her as she did this. She wanted him to watch her turn him into putty in her hands.

'Fuck.'

That was all he could say, other than the occasional moans and groans, as he entangled his fingers in her hair, and aided her in slowly taking his shaft into her mouth, while her hand rhythmically pumped the bottom. As much as she was enjoying watching him be completely and utterly in her control, she had also completely soaked the lace of her panties, and she was truly throbbing, needing some attention.

Shortly after, she pulled herself away from his member, licking up the base one last time, and getting one last moan from Childe, as she returned to her feet, only to be pushed back onto the bed once more by the man who only moments ago she had entire control of. Despite her power complex, she was not going to say no to what was going to ensue.

Childe caressed Lumine's inner thigh and unfastened the strings between her panties and said stockings. The stockings could stay, but the panties had to go. He tugged at the waistband without any hesitation, as Lumine allowed him to slip them off of her and discard them to the side, however he didn't fail to notice that they were completely soaked through. Fuck that turned him on.

He spread her legs as much as he could without hurting her, and admired the view for a moment. She was completely his. Naked barring some stockings, which honestly were too sexy to take off, not to mention completely shaven, which he wondered whether she had done especially for their date.

'Please Childe, just fuck me.'

That, he did not expect. Not only was she asking for it, she was begging for it. Had he been left unattended to for this long, he probably would be too. However, this time, he decided not to instantly obey her.

'Not yet.'

Before she had a chance to complain, he pressed his thumb against her clitoris, and a loud, erotic moan left her mouth. There she was, blushing again. But she didn't even seem bothered, closing her eyes as her head rolled back, matching his thumb rolling over her soaked clit. He watched as her jaw dropped, and she whined once more, grabbing his forearm and making sure he couldn't stop, even if he wanted to. He did not. In his time, obviously Lumine wasn't the first girl he'd slept with, however they usually just submitted, letting him conquer them, and that didn't really give him the thrill that he desired. Lumine did, their dynamic constantly shifting, power constantly trading hands, and right now, she was under his vice, and yet still had such control over him. She was his, however, her grip on his arm reminded him that he was also hers.

He added a second finger, circling her clit and watching her body arch upwards on the bed, clearly she had been in desperate need of someone doing this to her, or maybe she was in desperate need of him. Their battles had acted as weeks of foreplay, after all. This was just the summit. As he sunk down to his knees, Lumine entangled her fingers into his hair, similarly to how he had done her, and without him even getting the chance to initiate himself, she pushed his head downwards, yet again, begging for him to help her.

He was reminded of how painfully slow she was with him, so began planting soft kisses on her inner thigh, slowly approaching her wet cunt, before swapping sides, and doing the same. She hissed in both approval and disapproval, and tugged on his hair slightly, her way of telling him that enough was enough. After all, she had won their duel, so it was only fair that he do as she pleases.

He planted a soft kiss on her clit, feeling her tense under his lips, before beginning to slowly suck on it, as he had done her nipples. As he did so, he reached with his hand that wasn't angling her legs open, and caressed her breast, flicking the nipple in time to his licking of her clit. He could feel her hips buck under him, as she moaned once more. The tugging at his hair arousing him once again.

'Fuck.'

Another parallel. Another reminder that they were so similar in so many ways. But she had to remind him that after all, she had the upper hand.

'Ajax, please, fuck me.'

He could not resist the sound of her sultry voice moaning his true name. He had to become one with her. Rising to his feet, he leaned down to her face, and engaged a breathy kiss with her, as she gladly reached around and left yet more scratches on his back. Almost like she was marking her territory. Fuck, that was hot.

Once protection had been secured, Childe pressed his cock against her opening, and a synchronised moan from them both led to them locking eye contact. They both expected it to be awkward, however it was far from it, as all they could see in each other's eyes was a build up of lust and want that had probably started the day he saved her from the Millelith. She nodded at him, in approval of what he was about to do, and ever so slowly, he slowly inched his cock inside her soaking cunt.

The burning sensation of him stretching her out was luckily overridden by the severe pleasure it gave Lumine, as she once again, arched her back in pleasure, and felt Childe's fingers dig deeper into her ass cheeks, as he held her steadily in position. He leaned over and locked lips once more, and they moaned in unison as he slowly gathered speed, thrusting into her over and over and getting deeper and deeper, before an exclamation louder than any before told him he had found her sweet spot. So that was what he aimed for, fucking her at a gradual speed, as she tightened her grip on his auburn hair, pulling him deeper into their kiss.

The hastiness and raggedness of their breaths told one another they were both reaching climax point, and so all Childe wanted to do was speed up, allowing them both to reach orgasm together. Which is why Lumine breaking their kiss and telling him to stop left him wide eyed and quite honestly feeling hard done by. Had he hurt her?

'Is everything okay?'

'I want to ride you.'

Oh. That was not the response he anticipated, but it was one that he rushed into fruition, letting her out from under him and laying down on the bed, as she straddled him once more, and looked him up and down like meat on a hook. For the final stage, it was only right that she reclaim her dominance, and now it was his turn to nod at her, as she positioned herself right on his tip.

The first descent was again one that left her burning, but now that she was the one on top she could make sure he hit the right spot every time. As she sped up, and the sounds of skin colliding filled the room, the moans restarted, and she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, no longer needing to look at him to know that he was definitely at her beck and call. The closer she got to climax, the more he started bucking his hips back at her, indicating he was nearing his.

'I'm g-gonna cum, Lumine.'

That set her over the edge, as she began riding out her orgasm. Shouting his name, not his alias, loudly enough that anyone in neighbouring rooms probably heard her.

'Ajax!'

Once again, that name got him, as he felt himself release into her throbbing walls, the groan he let out also loud enough to elicit a response from any passer-bys. After their constant battle for dominance, they had reached a mutual zenith.

Symbiosis.

As they climbed down from their highs, Lumine lowered herself down from above Childe, and rested her head on his chest, tracing his abs with her fingers as they both caught their breath once more. She was too exhausted to fight for the lead, and allowed him to turn her over, spooning her back. Her smaller stature was perfect to fit into his after all. He planted a soft kiss on her shoulder, before whispering into her ear.

'Same time next week?'

'The battle, or the sex?'

'Isn't the battle the best kind of foreplay?'

With that, she relaxed into his arms, as they both secretly hoped this would be a tradition as long standing as the Geo Archon himself.

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Kaeya x F Reader One Shot. [Modern AU].

Warning // Explicit Language. No Smut, only fluff.

Synopsis: a night filled with alcohol, dancing and feelings.

If you rubbed your eyes one more time, you feared they may disappear inside of your skull. The display on your laptop was beginning to sear your retinas, as you watched the clock tick over to 11:30 pm. You should have left work hours ago. Having a hardass for a boss had wasn't something really had any benefits to it, other than the sizeable paycheck you took home after a long week's work; often going ten or twenty hours over your actually scheduled nine to five days.

Being able to finally click save and close the torture machine in front of you was something that you spent every working moment impatiently waiting for, and the satisfaction you got from knowing you could finally go and slump into your bedsheets was something that never really lost its novelty. And yet, tonight wasn't going to be one of those nights.

"Wanna go cause some trouble?"

You looked up blearily at the voice, seeing a tall, tan figure leaning against your doorway, one hand on his hip, and the other in his pocket. The smirk on his lips was one that you couldn't get enough of, but you'd never admit it. You'd never give him the satisfaction of admitting it.

"It's almost midnight, Kaeya." you remarked, as you shrugged your leather jacket onto your shoulders. Despite the protest in your tone, you had basically already succumbed to his plans before even hearing them, as you collected your belongings that were spread over your desk. "And so the night is only young, [Y/N], whaddya say?". This man knew he was born with a silver tongue, and had the power to persuade even the most stubborn to follow his every command. You knew this, and yet you fell victim every damn time.

"Where are we going?", you practically had a white flag waving above your head, as you walked through the door he held open, and yet you weren't fooled - Kaeya was no gentleman. He was a sweet talker, and he played the field like it was second nature to him. Life was like a game of chess, except he was always 5 moves ahead, taking piece after piece off of the board. Women were the pawns.

"Diluc's club, he pissed me off yesterday, and if my memory serves, you're not best pleased with him either.", he looked as though his plan had fallen into place, and yet it had one fatal flaw. "So your plan for revenge, is to financially provide for him by drinking in his club?". You felt as though you had his king in check - winning the game of chess - and might actually get to go home for the night. Yet that stupid smirk returned, and you instantly dropped the glimmer of hope you had grasped onto. "Money is simply an object to him, you know this. But just imagine the look on his face if he saw us both having the time of our goddamn lives, huh?". You hated to admit it, but to see that exact face you were now picturing was an opportunity you would not pass up, even if you hadn't slept for a week.

The night was bitter, biting at your cheeks as you walked down the cobblestoned alleys. No matter how much you pulled at your thin jacket for warmth, it simply wasn't the right choice of attire for the middle of February. "I know a way to warm you up." the man to your right quipped, and you instinctually glared up at him, seeing a saccharine sweet smile upon his face. You rolled your eyes and looked away from him, refusing to step into the trap that was his syrupy gaze. You knew better.

"Vodka".

You heard him chuckle at your blunt response. A soft, breathy laugh that could melt ice, and the heat that rose to your cheeks was welcoming, considering the harsh winds that felt like icicles piercing your skin. He really did have a way to make women putty in his hands, and you had never been more glad you considered yourself above that, considering you were about to get absolutely shit-faced together.

One shot turned to two, and two turned to three, as you bottomed the foul liquid, and slammed each glass onto the table with a loud clink. You hadn't done this in a while, and it had been even longer since you had done it with another person. Drinking alone was usually your style, which now you realised was actually quite sad.

"Slow down, darlin', they'll run out if you aren't careful.", he had absolutely no right to be using words like that, and even less right to witness the colour that lit your cheeks alight. Suddenly, staring at the marble bar seemed a lot more interesting.

"Mind your own business, Alberich. You said you wanted to have fun, this is how I have fun.". You knew full well the worse was yet to come. They say everyone has a second personality when they're drunk, and yours enjoyed partying like the world was going to end tomorrow. You noticed he was nursing his whiskey, and frowned at him, tilting your head to the side and resting it on your fist.

"Didn't take you to be a lightweight." you smiled devilishly into your words, watching his eyes widen slightly in surprise, you could practically see him recoil as though you had smacked him in the face. "Someone's gotta be able to walk to take you home.". The laugh you let out in response was a hearty, full one. Something you hadn't done in a while. You pushed at his shoulder, mocking him further. "Let go, have fun! Worst case scenario, we sleep on the floor. I never took you to be the boring one, Kaeya."

Enough was enough, he raised his glass and allowed the burning liquid to slip down his throat. He pulled a face before his glass made the same clink that your shots had been making for the past hour. "It's on, darlin."

"Two more shots over here, dear brother." You had almost forgotten why you came tonight, as you saw the redhead's brows almost touch, frowning as he had no choice but to stop ignoring the two of you, which he had been trying to do since you strutted into his club.

"And two for me!" You giggled into your words, as he gave you a look that you had never seen on his face. "I like your style, [Y/N]". His voice was lower than usual, probably from the assault on his throat the whiskey had enacted, but you had to admit, it sounded good that way. Too good, judging by the butterflies kicking up a fuss in your stomach. You decided to simply drown them in alcohol, as Diluc slid the drinks across to you without even muttering a word.

You must have had seven or eight shots of vodka by now, and at this point, Kaeya wasn't far behind, his jacket and tie discarded over the back of his stool, as well as two buttons on his shirt being undone. A deep v of tan skin practically begging you to stare. You had similarly discarded your jacket behind you, the alcohol flooding through your veins being what you attributed your rising body temperature to. You didn't even seem to care that all you had on was a lowcut, white tank top, which definitely left a lot less to the imagination than intended. Hopefully, the lighting was low enough that he didn't notice the lace of your bra creating lines under the thin fabric.

"Ahh, I love this song."

You didn't even seem in control of the words leaving your mouth, as a low, smooth beat filled the air around you. This song was one that you would definitely dance to in private, or if you weren't absolutely wasted. Before you even fully acknowledged what you were doing, you had climbed onto the surface in front of you and were gyrating your hips in a way that you wouldn't be caught dead doing sober. Vodka really lowered your inhibitions, a fact which was clearly evident to Kaeya, who couldn't help but stare as your hands worked their way down your body, slowly moving along to the music. He wasn't the only one staring. Pretty much the whole club was watching you let loose on the bar, ogling your figure and looking you up and down like meat on a stick. Diluc, however, could not have looked less impressed if he tried.

"[Y/N], get down from there. Everyone is staring.", Kaeya seemed almost possessive, as he extended his arm to you, trying to convince you to come down, and yet, you hadn't felt this free in a while. "You come up here! Dance with me, darlin'.". He seemed flushed at you using his words against him, but his stance didn't falter, as he kept insisting you come down from the bar. For a change, him and Diluc actually agreed on something.

"You're going to fall, [Y/N]."

"Then catch me, Prince Charming."

Your words were slurred, and it was clearly evident that you were inebriated beyond any point of logic, so Kaeya decided to take things into his own hands. He grabbed at your wrist and lightly pulled, expecting you to get the message, and finally come down. Definitely not expecting you to topple like a domino.

As your brain stopped feeling like it had just been scrambled, you noticed Kaeya's face only inches away from yours, before acknowledging that your body was pressed against his own. You'd actually fallen, holy shit, you were wasted. And yet, he had caught you. Prince Charming had really saved you - how ironic. His strong, defined muscles against your body were significantly more welcoming than the floor, that was for sure. If you weren't already completely certain that you had had more than enough to drink, you were once you caught yourself speaking.

"How about we take this somewhere more private, handsome?". You would be kicking yourself for those words once your blood stopped being what felt like 99% alcohol, and yet right now, you were biting your lip, looking up at him, barely noticing the flush under his tanned skin.

"How about we take you home?" was his response, as he tried to put you onto the floor, your legs buckling, as you sink to his knees. He sighed in defeat, tucking both of your jackets over his shoulder, and pulling you back up to cradle in his arms, using the warmth of his blazer as a pillow as you rested onto his shoulder. Maybe you were the lightweight, after all.

During the walk home, you hardly noticed the cold, between how hot the alcohol had you, and the warmth of his body heat pressed against yours. You barely acknowledged the journey ending until you felt the familiar softness of your bed under your warm body. Instinctively, you curled up onto your side, hugging a pillow, and kicking your shoes off of the side of the sheets.

"Goodnight, [Y/N]. I had fun with you tonight." Despite your vision being blurry, you could tell he was leaned against the wall the exact same way he had been hours ago at work, and you reached for his arm, tugging on his sleeve.

"Stay with me, Kaeya. Please.", you could feel yourself slowly sobering up, as your thoughts became less cloudy and your feelings becoming more lucid, and all you wanted was for him to stay by your side. Nothing sexual about it, you just wanted to feel his body heat radiating against yours as you slipped into slumber. You felt as though you could see the wanting in his eyes also, but his words begged to differ.

"I'll be on the couch." his reply left you feeling downcast, however, this was short-lived as you felt his lips lightly kiss you on the forehead, leaving the spot they had been tingling and prickling with heat. You were comforted knowing he would be there in any capacity, and that was the thought that nursed you to sleep pretending the pillow in your arms was the man who had caught you not long ago. You knew that you had caught feelings for him in turn. Maybe he wasn't so bad, after all? Maybe he could be your knight in shining armor. The one to keep you company on what would be a lonely night drinking, and the one to hold you tight as your head pounded into the early hours of the morning. Anything would be good, as long as he was there.

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