Genshin oneshots~ PART 3

Fiery Whirlwind [Jean x Diluc]

Note: This is a smut shot, however it's not very detailed so it's more summed up than intricately described. There is more sfw content than nsfw, I wanted to focus more on their relationship than that aspect of it. 

Jean POV: 

I thought I'd only see something like this out of a story book, or some cheesy romantic play. But, it's real... and it's happening to me. Diluc quit and resented the Knights of Favonius ever since his father's death, I never blamed him but my heart yearns for him to come back. At the very least, he defends Mondstadt in his own way, and I'll always respect that. The two of us have been going out for as long as I can remember, I knew I was infatuated with him as a kid. I used to always wonder what it would've felt like to run my hands through his red locks, would it be so hot that I'd burn my hand? Or, would it be cosy? Like a nice heater in the middle of winter. Our relationship has never been brought out to the public, the two of us decided it was best to keep it under wraps. However, this meant the two of us had to refrain and hold back from doing several things. I don't know about him, but it is getting just a bit harder each day. 

Diluc POV:

The sounds of glass clinking practically don't stop in Angel's Share, my mind has grown rather accustomed to it. Soon, it tunes it out and makes it somewhat into a song. I stared at my own reflection in the wine glass, and an unpleasant smile met me. I sighed quietly, I don't think I've ever smiled genuinely in public after... the incident. I prefer it that way. To me, it somehow feels stupid and vulnerable to smile. To me, that's the worst feeling in the world. "Hey Master Diluc! Three dandelion wines please!" Huffman, joined by two other knights entered the bar. A fresh layer of sweat coating their foreheads, "hello to you too gentlemen" I responded dryly as I turned to retrieve the dandelion wine. "You really should join the Knights again... you'd be such an asset" Huffman places the mora down onto the counter, I grit my teeth while letting out a humourless chuckle. I hated how enthusiastic and happy go lucky this guy was, this just adds to the many reasons why I think the Knights of Favonius are so unreliable. I grunted nonchalantly as I poured the pale yellow-green liquid into three glasses, "say Huffman... aren't you still on shift right now?" I raised an eyebrow. "Well yes... but this is my break time" he responds, I rolled my eyes. "Seriously? Drinking on the job? Why can't you wait until after you've finished work to drink? Tsk..." his expression becomes more sheepish as I slide the three drinks over the counter, before scooping up the mora in my palm. The metal is cold against my skin, I place them into the cash box. "Thanks" he responds as he leaves the counter, and I say no more. 

One thing that I will never admit out loud to anyone, is that I don't 100% resent the Knights. Well, I resent them 99.9% of the time. Jean is the most radiant flower I found in the meadow of women, she has this glow that... I can't quite describe it with words. It makes me feel validated, it allows me to relax... to be myself... and I don't feel quite so stupid to be vulnerable in front of her. I think she's the only one that's ever seen me smile after my father's death. After picking off all the drunkards off the ground and organising someone to pick them up, I tidied up the bar and called it a night. The night air is cool and crisp, all the shops and stalls fold up and hide away from the darkness and away from the creatures of the night. The sound of the bottom of my shoe brushing against the concrete is the only thing breaking the silence on the way home, Jean often stays at the headquarters to finish off work before she heads home and so when I entered the house, it was silent. Her slippers are still placed neatly beside mine, I always worry that she's overworking herself... however she always dismisses me. I admire her, it's a simple statement... but one that's hard to come out of my mouth. 

Jean POV: 

I gently place the fountain pen back into the pen holder, my warmth still evident on its slender form. My palm sweating slightly as I gazed at the report I've written, I read it about three times before giving it to one of the knights on duty, Wood, to attend to it. My eyes dart up to the ancient grandfather clock in the office, which was there ever since Vanessa was here. It is well maintained, and it somehow still functions. I stepped outside, feeling the air on my skin as I inhale and exhale. Fatigue is dragging me down into it's crevasse, I can never catch a proper break. I guess a huge role does come with huge responsibilities. It's just how it is. I opened the door to the house Diluc and I shared, it's the perfect size. Not too big, nor too small. It's cosy, vintage, and holds a lot of secretive memories we've shared. Secrets that will never leave this door.