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NO IT CANNOT END THERE

⋆｡° ✮ : you've lived in this boring town forever. and your love life was just as boring— all of a sudden a new [HOT] boy moves in next door— who's to say this won't change everything?

⋆｡° ✮ : neighbor!phainon is here and he is here to stay yall. this is part one of a mini series i have planned >:3c (fic name from call me maybe by carly rae jepsen)

⋆｡° ✮ : cw;; no explicit smut, just very suggestive, some minor cursing.

Ever since you moved to this town, it’s been the same stuff. The same people. It’s a small town, houses all pushed together with their own yards. Luckily, nobody was in anyone’s business; they all stayed in their own lanes. Even though there were no rumors or loud neighbors to be wary of, you all knew of each other.

Everything was normal and boring until you spotted that U-Haul truck next door. Your fingers hold open the blinds as you peek through. That’s when you spot him, your new neighbor in all his sweaty glory.

His white hair is messy as it sticks to his forehead, his forearms bulging as he picks up the heavy box, jaw tight. Your mouth gapes as you watch his eyes wince— those beautiful blue eyes enchanting you. Thick veins run down his arms as he carries the box into his house. The tight white tank top that stretched over his sweaty pecs was now nearly translucent. It drives you against the wall.

“What the fuck..” you whisper to yourself, feeling the heat rush up your back and causing all the blood to rush to your face. This may have been a bit creepy or stalker-ish to watch your new neighbor move all the stuff into his house, but you couldn’t help it! He was just so… fine.

After a few long, agonizing minutes, you decide maybe he needs some cold water. Or a snack? You definitely weren’t making excuses to meet him, or see his body up close, or see those blue eyes stare back into your own.

You grab a cold bottle of water from the fridge, along with some chips you had left over before trudging your way to your door. You open it, and the heat hits you in the face. The nerves set in too late as you stand in front of his door, your lips pursed into a thin line, you raise your hand to knock—knock, knock, knock!

“Coming!”

God, he sounds like a supermodel. You make a mental reminder to thank god for this guy’s parents because goddamn did they do a good deed.

The door swings open before you can spiral anymore, his hand on the door frame as he leans forward, breathing heavily.

“Hey, something you need?”

You suck in air, nearly gasping for it as you hold the bottle and chips up, “Hi, I, um, I live next door and I saw you moving your stuff in,” totally not creepy, “so I decided to get you a snack and some water.”

He looks delightfully surprised, “God, thanks. I needed this. I just plugged my fridge in, so it isn’t cold enough to use yet.” he grins, taking the bottle and the chips.

You watch closely as he pops open the bottle, hooks his lips on it, and gulps it down. You watch each bob of his throat, the way a few loose drops slink down the corner of his lips and roll down his neck. He pulls away with a soft breath of air, his lips glistening.

He turns back to you with a smile, “You’re a lifesaver,” he laughs out, “I’m Phainon, by the way.”

Phainon. God’s gift to earth, Phainon.

You tell him your name and he nods, “Cute name.” You both stare for a second before he clears his throat, “Well, I should get back to work. I gotta bring this AC in before I melt.”

You laugh, your hands fidgeting as you take a few steps to the side, watching him step out from his house and walk to the U-Haul parked in his driveway, “Hope the water helps out a little!”

He sets down the bottle and the chips in the back of the truck before turning to you, his blue eyes glistening as he calls out, “Oh yeah! It’s helping already!”

“Well, bye! I’ll see you around!” you say back.

“Yeah! You’ll see me a lot since I’m always home, either that or workin’!” he replies.

You see his body glisten in the sun as he tucks his fingers underneath his shirt, peeling it off his skin and over his head, tossing it into the grass before stretching out his neck and shoulders.

You turn quickly and practically run into your house. Despite the air conditioner being on, the cool breeze does little to nothing at calming your heated body down. You breathe heavily as you lean against the door, your heart pounding in your chest.

This is going to be a long, long, looooonnnggg, summer.

Every day, you see him, either getting into his car or doing some yard work. Now and then, you guys bump into each other, making up small talk about whatever comes to mind.

These recent nights have been agonizing. It’s like he’s tormenting you with his body. His bedroom window is straight across from yours, and even though he has curtains— he never closes them.

You aren’t complaining, honestly. It’s just getting kind of hard to focus throughout the day, knowing you’re probably going to see your sexy neighbor getting dressed tonight.

And you’re right.

He is getting dressed— or more so, undressed. You watch as he lifts his shirt up over his head, shaking his hair side to side to seemingly make it more comfortable. You can’t see, but he unbuckles his belt, his head leaning down to watch his hands. To you, it looks a bit more suggestive than that, your lips pursed in a thin line as heat crawls up your back.

He tosses his shirt onto a chair that’s in front of a gaming PC, before tossing his belt onto the chair as well. Your heart jumps quickly as he turns to the window, it seems to be only for a glance, but you swear he looks right at you. You chalk it up to overthinking. Phainon walks out of view, and suddenly you’re able to breathe again.

You slowly turn around and crawl into your bed. You weren’t planning on ever getting a summer crush or something cliche like that. But here you are, lying in your bed, snuggled against your comforter in the dark with the soft hum of the AC in the back as you breathe heavily. You feel your heart in your throat, and the only thing on your mind is him.

Your stupid neighbor. Your stupidly handsome and oddly sexy neighbor. Phainon. You groan and stuff your face into a pillow. Your hands squeeze your pillow with so much vigor, you’re shocked it doesn’t rip.

It’s just a crush, a silly crush. It has to be.

You fall asleep thinking that, and you dream of him. It’s an odd dream, really, you dream that Phainon is looking down at you with a lopsided grin—

“Time to get to work, huh?” he reaches down with garden gloves and wraps his hand around you, ripping you out from the ground before setting you beside him in a barrel. You saw his veins bulge, his muscles tense as he ripped you out with a sharp groan.

Your body shudders as you wake, eyes wide and drool soaking your pillow.

Yes, you dreamt that you were a weed, and he was ripping you from the soil. Did you feel ashamed? Yes. Did you like it? Also yes. Not your finest moment, but hey, sexy neighbors make everyone act weird.

The day drags out longer than you ever wanted it to, the dream haunting you throughout the day as well. You sit on the porch after running some errands, a drink in your hand with a cupcake on your lap.

The sun is beating down as you sip your drink, eyes watching the cars drive by. You spot Phainon’s car pulling into his driveway, silently cursing yourself.

He steps out of the car and shuts the door behind him. He looks mad, his eyebrows are knitted tightly together, and his jaw is tight as he makes his way into his house, shutting the door behind him with a loud thump.

You take a bite of your cupcake. Worry seeps into your veins, wondering what could have made the sweetest boy you know upset. You’ve never seen him angry prior to this, maybe frustrated when a dog would soil his lawn, but never angry.

You see him exit his house again, phone in hand, as he takes quick steps down the stairs. He stops for a second to look down at his phone, a soft curse exiting his lips as he does.

“You okay?” you call out warily. His head perks up in your direction, similar to a dog.

His face eases as soon as he sees you, “Yeah, I’m fine. Stupid dude at my job broke something and I gotta fix it.”

“Ohhh. Are you like, a handyman?” you giggle out.

He laughs, stuffing his phone into his pocket, “Actually, yeah. Kinda. I mow lawns and stuff, take out their weeds and install those uhh, like—” he snaps his fingers for a second, looking down. He remembers as he looks up with a smile, “Landscape edgings!”

“Wow,” you look surprised, “How much does it cost? My lawn is a mess, actually.”

He laughs, “I don’t think it’s that bad. It costs like three or ten per foot, but for you, I’d do it for free.”

Oh. Oh.

“No payment needed except your time.”

Stupid, Phainon.

“Cool, just call me or something when you can do it.” you manage out, despite the feeling of your heart jumping into your throat. He steps closer to your porch, carefully leaning on it underneath the wooden railing.

“How can I call you?”

“Oh, sorry,” you speak out, the embarrassment sinking into your veins as you reach for his phone. He puts it into your phone, his fingertips grazing yours for a moment before you grab hold of his phone.

You enter your number into his phone before giving it back to him: “Here’s my number, call me whenever needed.”

“Awesome. I will be calling you every day from now on because all the friends I have are men.” he laughs out and you laugh along with him, “That must suck.” you respond as he retreats back to his car.

“It does suck! They are all so dramatic, too,” he huffs as he slips into his car, rolling down his window, leaning over to say one more thing, “I’ll call you later! At work, maybe. I don’t know! But make sure to pick up.”

“I will!”

At least now he has your number.

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reblogs + comments are very much appreciated!

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I have done 3.4 in HSR and I am hurt :(

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Smaller Agents [Diluc x f!reader]

A/N: Part 1 here! Short fic inspired by NightfallOps!Diluc, agent!Diluc au, yes this is 100% inspired by that one scene in Avengers Age of Ultron, dad!-Luc

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5 years later...

It's been five years, and yours and Diluc's life have been a roller coaster. The missions Diluc engaged in didn't get any easier, both for him and you. However, Diluc was willing to endure with those difficult and lengthy missions, and even push himself further to complete them faster- on purpose.

Why? Well, in the first of those five years, Diluc finds his passion and affections for you unable to suppressed- getting much stronger. Late nights felt so long when all he did was think about you, and how your heart probably ached from how many meals he's missed without you. His three colleagues all knew about you, and knew that Diluc was ready to move on.

And thus, his reasons for finishing jobs more quickly being obvious. He decided that we would retire from this dangerous job, and finally be with you, as you both always wanted.

Five years later, it was clear he was settled (or whipped as Childe would say). He was happily married to you, and had two kids- a five year old little boy, and a three year old little girl.

And today, Diluc's old colleagues were paying his family a visit.

Childe, Wriothesley and Ayato trudged their way into the little farmhouse- seemingly in the middle of nowhere, Childe thinks, though it is in character of you two. The men get distracted by the large vineyard that Diluc has started working on, but get interrupted by the owner himself.

"Are you all just going to keep starring at the vineyards? Surely they're not that interesting." Diluc stands at the frame of the front door, donning a loose white button up shirt, and dark baggy pants. He deadpans at his friends, feeling as if he'd leading a difficult group of tourists.

"Can't we admire your vineyards?" Childe calls out.

"You all act like you've never seen vineyards before."

"No, just that we know the real reason why you decline my invitations to come drink with us." Wriothesley sharply responds, and Diluc can't help but shake his head and smile, knowing that he was teasing him.

You overhear your husband already bickering and bantering with his old friends as you fix up the meal you prepared. You have to admit you miss them too.

Childe was always a close friend, he was often Diluc's partner in their operations, and also one who you never expected to become friends with. He would always tease you two when you started dating, but you knew he cared from how he tried to lighten your moods when you both missed each other.

Wriothesley was captured as Diluc brought him in after rescuing him one time. Your first meeting with him shocked you, as you didn't expect a bruised and bloody man in your dining room in the middle of the night. However, he was more than kind as he thanked you and always offered to treat you to a meal.

Ayato, you saw the least of, but you suppose it was in character for such a reserved and still mysterious man. He did appear at your wedding like other two though, and you won't forget how he has connections to the designer Chiori to make your custom wedding dress.

"-and please, mind your language gentlemen." Diluc concludes finally as he walks to go get you. He doesn't know it, but you too are starting ti harbor thoughts of Diluc leading a chaotic tourist group. You yelp as your husband grabs your hand from putting the finishing touches on the dishes for the nth time and bringing you to see the boys. You roll your eyes but hug each of them.

"It's good to see you all again. Work hasn't been too difficult, I hope?"

"You know us, beating people up, exploding things, the usual~"

"You say that like that's all we do."

"I wouldn't talk if I were you."

"Kids! Come down!" Diluc calls as you four have your pleasant reunion. Your son and daughter race down the steps and immediately gasp happily when they see their parents with their dear uncles.

"These are... smaller agents..." Wriothesley says suspiciously, continuing his act. You playfully hit his arm, but crouch down to introduce your kids to him. Wriothesley hasn't met your little girl yet but you're sure she'd welcome him.

"This is Uncle Wriothesley." You watch as your son immediately runs into his arms, and it's almost a natural reflex as Wriothesley is prepared to have your rowdy little boy jump. On the other hand, you coax your little girl behind you to say hello, but she gazes at the large man dressed in all dark colours. If she believed you, you'd tell her it was their Uncle Childe who was probably the scariest for violent reasons unfit to say in front of kids, and yet she seemed to find Wriothesley fitting of the "scary" title. Wriothesley notices but crouches down with you, attempting to introduce himself softly.

"Hey kid, what kinda creature you got there?" Wriothesley points to a fluffy white sheep she cradles dearly in her arms. He's not sure but he decides to cross that bridge later. Seeing as your little one isn't warming up to Wriothesley, you decide to throw in the towel and use a more direct approach.

"You know, Uncle Wriothesley says he really wants to become a princess." You whisper to your little girl's ear, but intentionally in a loud way. It's funny how a single sentence can turn such a big strong man so pale, but he supposes it's worth it seeing the girl's face light up and instantly run to hug him. And seeing as your daughter has a hold on Wriothesley, your son can't help but get jealous.

"Blech- princesses? Uncle Wriothesley knows super heroes are so much cooler!" Your little boy puffs his chest out, trying to one up his little sister by shoving his toys in Wriothesley's face. You giggle when Wriothesley hoists both of them up- one in each arm as the kids try to get his attention.

"Excuse me? What happened to your awesome Uncle Childe? Doesn't he get some love?" Childe comically calls out, chasing after Wriothesley carrying the two kids. You can only laugh at how he seems to be like a third child following him (pun intended).

"Do you need some help organizing the table, dear?" Ayato says to you softly as the two men run off to play pretend with your kids.

"Trying to avoid becoming a princess are you?" You tease. Diluc comes up behind you and smiles at your wittiness.

"Ah, you caught me. Well, I just thought it would be nice to give Wriothesley a turn." Ayato says with a knowing smile. You scoff but agree to let him help you make final preparations to dinner. (Also you decide that he makes a very good point to see what kind of makeover he would get from your daughter). In the next few moments, Diluc squeezes your waist tighter and kisses your cheek. You look up at him, smiling back when you feel his affections through his warm gaze.

"What?" You realize he's staring at you and smiling without saying anything. You lightly push at his chest, hoping to get a reaction from him.

"Nothing. Just enjoying this." Diluc follows you, placing down utensils as you drag along the dinner table to place the napkins down. "Enjoying you, the kids having fun, everything."

"Hm, and that includes the guys doesn't it?" You inquire with a slight teasing tone. You don't look away from the table as you shift your dishes one last time. However, you could tell your husband was in denial.

"...they're good uncles." Diluc stammers, trying to reply in a neutral way. You hum, and can see through your husband's short response, but decide to tease him more later. You were about to ask him to call the kids, Wriothesley and Childe down to start dinner, but it seems they've began to smell the warm cooked meal already.

"Um, we better be good uncles." Wriothesley happens to hear Diluc's murmur to you and cuts in. Your eyes widen when you see your husband's friends- really big and tough-looking 99% of the time, but suddenly changes tonight when one emerges with glittery makeup and both with messy painted nails. "Don't forget who was at your wedding and baby showers."

"Of course we wouldn't forget." You reply first, butting in before your husband would answer. "I mean, who would forget the mountain of toys we have zero room for?"

"You say that like it's a bad thing." Childe retorts with a laugh, and Diluc has to stifle his smirk at his wife's clever but very true comment. Wriothesley expels a long sigh as he slumps his head over the back of the dining table chair as he, Childe, and your two excited children join together for a meal. Childe plops your daughter in her heightened seat and ruffles your son's hair before sitting down himself with an equally exhausted sigh. "Well anyway, I already know what I'll be investing in next time: some bigger princess chairs. My glutes are sore from sitting in a tiny chair a tenth of my size."

"And remind me, who bought those chairs?" Your husband quirks an eyebrow at him, but before he could respond, your daughter curiously asks a question.

"Goo- Goots? What are goots?"

"It means Uncle Childe has a big bottom." Ayato slyly cuts in an answers her question. The girl giggles as Childe narrows his eyes, but can't say anything. However, she also wastes no time in asking an even more important question. "Unky Ayato, will you play princess with me later?"

"No fair! I want uncle Ayato wants to play with the new Mr. Cyclops with me and Uncle Childe." Your son pouts as his sister always seems to steal the attention first.

"I certainly will join you both if you try those vegetables." Ayato coos as he sits down. Both your children let out a childish bleh at his tough promise. You breathe a sigh of relief- at least one of their uncles is responsible.

As everyone was finally seated, amicably chatting and eating, you gave your husband a loving smile. Diluc smiles back, touching your hand as if you were the happiest household in a TV show- except it wasn't a TV show. It was very much your real, loving husband, cheerful kids, and chaotic uncles.

"Are you still going to deny that you miss them?" You whisper to Diluc as you give him a slice of lasagna. Diluc's ears perk up and eyes widen a little at your words.

"I don't know what you mean, my love." Diluc plants a kiss on your cheek, trying to keep a neutral face. But you know better, and you can see how your husband's eyes shift. You hum, deciding to leave him alone for now and enjoy your meal.

"Well, whether you like it or not, I think our house will be full like this more often." You give him a loving smile, and Diluc can't help but mirror you. He takes a look around at the table, all the happy faces of his wife, children, and friends. He made a tough decision five years ago, but it definitely gave the best result.

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Notes:

Diluc when Childe complains about the chairs: "and who set that system up?"

Your daughter did not like those veggies but Ayato played princess anyway

[rhenuvee]

🌀I will finish and post my fic later today🌀

🌀I will finish and post my fic later today🌀

🌀I will finish and post my fic later today🌀

[rhenuvee]

So fun fact, I had parts 2 and 3 of this in my drafts. Part 3 has now become Part 2 because Part 2 got scrapped. Why? Because my emotional wreck-ass got my period writing Part 2 super off the entire plot/point of NightfallOps!Diluc. It’s so embarrassing but I will just put it out there that Part 2 originally involved a lot of booty. And by that I mean Diluc’s booty 🙈

Rhen does not want to revisit the down-bad-ness that was “Important Mission pt2 - scrapped”

Important Mission [Diluc x reader]

A/N: Short fic inspired by NightfallOps!Diluc, agent!Diluc au, angsty (but Diluc loves you so it's all good right), I'm terrible with titles so you get this obscure one, Diluc is taller than you, Childe warning

Warnings: um so I wrote this on my period aka it sucks and I was an emotional wreck

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"My love, go back to sleep."

You hear a warm hushed voice telling to go to sleep, but your brain knows this routine too well.

"Mm..." You tiredly prop yourself up on your mattress, rubbing your eyes to reveal your red-headed lover, bending down with one knee making the bed dip. You frown when you notice his outfit changed, from the comfy nightwear you last saw him in, to his "work" attire, neatly buttoned up with spaces for dangerous items you don't want to imagine.

"C'mon, you're tired, aren't you?" Diluc coaxes, while running the back of his fingers lightly against your cheek, as if to soothe you back to sleep. But you're too stubborn, and unfortunately Diluc knows this well.

"Diluc..." You yawn, finally helping yourself sit up. You glance at the time. "It's 3am."

Diluc sighs, giving up on his efforts to lull you back to your dreamland- a much more peaceful place than he'd let himself in.

"Childe called. He's coming over in five minutes." He says quickly. Diluc feels ashamed- knowing that you were both tucked in by 11pm. You start to slowly stand up from the bed, rounding the corners to head towards him. Diluc instantly opens his arms, letting you lay tiredly against his chest. He closes his arms around your form softly, allowing his head to rest on top of yours.

A part of him wishes he didn't choose this life, these missions. You were both relatively young- you were still in the beginnings of your new career, as you've told him. He knows you want a normal life, but he doesn't think he can give you that. He can't. But you still chose him after he spilled his heart out to you late one night, telling you the truth his real identity and the work he does. Diluc doesn't think he can accept that- the fact that you're okay with what he does.

When he told you about what he does behind the scenes, you could tell that Diluc was a very skilled man- but he was also very dangerous. You often worry about him when he goes out.

He sees a bright light shine through your shared bedroom window, knowing that he has to go. He doesn't want to.

"You have to go." You say softly. Though you've become awake by now, your voice remains hoarse and broken through the lack of sleep. And though both of you don't want to, your legs lead you to the front anyway.

You open the door to see Childe right on time, waiting in a car whose engine rumbles lowly. It is usually at this point when Diluc starts feeling like a monster. When you get to see a part of his operation: the car, the weapons, the supplies, the habits.

"Diluc." You tug on his hand and he feels the guilt start to creep in. "I love you."

He turns to feel you embrace him immediately.

"I love you too." But he'd feel much worse if he didn't return your affection. He wraps his arms around you once more, heart aching at how deep you try and bury your head into him, not wanting to let him go although it was you who ushered him earlier.

"I won't take long, okay? When you wake up again, breakfast will be prepared, ready at the table. How does that sound?" He says quietly, trying to soothe you. You can only nod, struggling to keep your tears from appearing.

Diluc pulls back a bit, but keeps one arm around you. The other cradling your cheek, giving you a warm kiss on your forehead. He leans his lips against your head for a short while, until he's stepped away and waves goodbye.

You wave back weakly, and after, he refuses to look back because he knows a tear has probably fallen when his back was turned. He fears he may do something reckless if he lets himself see you so hurt.

"I'll have him back by curfew, don't worry!" Childe calls out, waving to you happily with a toothy grin, to which you nod in response. Sometimes you appreciate that he tries to keep the mood happy (as if he's not about to kill thirty men in twenty minutes).

When the car speeds out of the neighbourhood, Childe is persistent on lightening the mood as he sees Diluc's frown may become permanent.

"Well aren't you guys the cutest." He remarks. He sees Diluc's scowl deepen from the corner of his eye. Okay, maybe he shouldn't have opened with his usual teasing. "Hey, when this is done, I'll drive you back. You know how safe my driving is."

Diluc knows he's being sarcastic, trying to get a laugh from him because he's been critiqued for his recklessness. But Childe smiles, seeing Diluc's expression change slightly- still the same, but showing more determination than frustration. He hopes this wins him some acceptance from him.

"You better. I have more important things to attend to."

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Part 2?

[rhenuvee]

Important Mission [Diluc x reader]

A/N: Short fic inspired by NightfallOps!Diluc, agent!Diluc au, angsty (but Diluc loves you so it's all good right), I'm terrible with titles so you get this obscure one, Diluc is taller than you, Childe warning

Warnings: um so I wrote this on my period aka it sucks and I was an emotional wreck

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"My love, go back to sleep."

You hear a warm hushed voice telling to go to sleep, but your brain knows this routine too well.

"Mm..." You tiredly prop yourself up on your mattress, rubbing your eyes to reveal your red-headed lover, bending down with one knee making the bed dip. You frown when you notice his outfit changed, from the comfy nightwear you last saw him in, to his "work" attire, neatly buttoned up with spaces for dangerous items you don't want to imagine.

"C'mon, you're tired, aren't you?" Diluc coaxes, while running the back of his fingers lightly against your cheek, as if to soothe you back to sleep. But you're too stubborn, and unfortunately Diluc knows this well.

"Diluc..." You yawn, finally helping yourself sit up. You glance at the time. "It's 3am."

Diluc sighs, giving up on his efforts to lull you back to your dreamland- a much more peaceful place than he'd let himself in.

"Childe called. He's coming over in five minutes." He says quickly. Diluc feels ashamed- knowing that you were both tucked in by 11pm. You start to slowly stand up from the bed, rounding the corners to head towards him. Diluc instantly opens his arms, letting you lay tiredly against his chest. He closes his arms around your form softly, allowing his head to rest on top of yours.

A part of him wishes he didn't choose this life, these missions. You were both relatively young- you were still in the beginnings of your new career, as you've told him. He knows you want a normal life, but he doesn't think he can give you that. He can't. But you still chose him after he spilled his heart out to you late one night, telling you the truth his real identity and the work he does. Diluc doesn't think he can accept that- the fact that you're okay with what he does.

When he told you about what he does behind the scenes, you could tell that Diluc was a very skilled man- but he was also very dangerous. You often worry about him when he goes out.

He sees a bright light shine through your shared bedroom window, knowing that he has to go. He doesn't want to.

"You have to go." You say softly. Though you've become awake by now, your voice remains hoarse and broken through the lack of sleep. And though both of you don't want to, your legs lead you to the front anyway.

You open the door to see Childe right on time, waiting in a car whose engine rumbles lowly. It is usually at this point when Diluc starts feeling like a monster. When you get to see a part of his operation: the car, the weapons, the supplies, the habits.

"Diluc." You tug on his hand and he feels the guilt start to creep in. "I love you."

He turns to feel you embrace him immediately.

"I love you too." But he'd feel much worse if he didn't return your affection. He wraps his arms around you once more, heart aching at how deep you try and bury your head into him, not wanting to let him go although it was you who ushered him earlier.

"I won't take long, okay? When you wake up again, breakfast will be prepared, ready at the table. How does that sound?" He says quietly, trying to soothe you. You can only nod, struggling to keep your tears from appearing.

Diluc pulls back a bit, but keeps one arm around you. The other cradling your cheek, giving you a warm kiss on your forehead. He leans his lips against your head for a short while, until he's stepped away and waves goodbye.

You wave back weakly, and after, he refuses to look back because he knows a tear has probably fallen when his back was turned. He fears he may do something reckless if he lets himself see you so hurt.

"I'll have him back by curfew, don't worry!" Childe calls out, waving to you happily with a toothy grin, to which you nod in response. Sometimes you appreciate that he tries to keep the mood happy (as if he's not about to kill thirty men in twenty minutes).

When the car speeds out of the neighbourhood, Childe is persistent on lightening the mood as he sees Diluc's frown may become permanent.

"Well aren't you guys the cutest." He remarks. He sees Diluc's scowl deepen from the corner of his eye. Okay, maybe he shouldn't have opened with his usual teasing. "Hey, when this is done, I'll drive you back. You know how safe my driving is."

Diluc knows he's being sarcastic, trying to get a laugh from him because he's been critiqued for his recklessness. But Childe smiles, seeing Diluc's expression change slightly- still the same, but showing more determination than frustration. He hopes this wins him some acceptance from him.

"You better. I have more important things to attend to."

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Part 2?

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Important Mission [Diluc x reader]

A/N: Short fic inspired by NightfallOps!Diluc, agent!Diluc au, angsty (but Diluc loves you so it's all good right), I'm terrible with titles so you get this obscure one, Diluc is taller than you, Childe warning

Warnings: um so I wrote this on my period aka it sucks and I was an emotional wreck

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"My love, go back to sleep."

You hear a warm hushed voice telling to go to sleep, but your brain knows this routine too well.

"Mm..." You tiredly prop yourself up on your mattress, rubbing your eyes to reveal your red-headed lover, bending down with one knee making the bed dip. You frown when you notice his outfit changed, from the comfy nightwear you last saw him in, to his "work" attire, neatly buttoned up with spaces for dangerous items you don't want to imagine.

"C'mon, you're tired, aren't you?" Diluc coaxes, while running the back of his fingers lightly against your cheek, as if to soothe you back to sleep. But you're too stubborn, and unfortunately Diluc knows this well.

"Diluc..." You yawn, finally helping yourself sit up. You glance at the time. "It's 3am."

Diluc sighs, giving up on his efforts to lull you back to your dreamland- a much more peaceful place than he'd let himself in.

"Childe called. He's coming over in five minutes." He says quickly. Diluc feels ashamed- knowing that you were both tucked in by 11pm. You start to slowly stand up from the bed, rounding the corners to head towards him. Diluc instantly opens his arms, letting you lay tiredly against his chest. He closes his arms around your form softly, allowing his head to rest on top of yours.

A part of him wishes he didn't choose this life, these missions. You were both relatively young- you were still in the beginnings of your new career, as you've told him. He knows you want a normal life, but he doesn't think he can give you that. He can't. But you still chose him after he spilled his heart out to you late one night, telling you the truth his real identity and the work he does. Diluc doesn't think he can accept that- the fact that you're okay with what he does.

When he told you about what he does behind the scenes, you could tell that Diluc was a very skilled man- but he was also very dangerous. You often worry about him when he goes out.

He sees a bright light shine through your shared bedroom window, knowing that he has to go. He doesn't want to.

"You have to go." You say softly. Though you've become awake by now, your voice remains hoarse and broken through the lack of sleep. And though both of you don't want to, your legs lead you to the front anyway.

You open the door to see Childe right on time, waiting in a car whose engine rumbles lowly. It is usually at this point when Diluc starts feeling like a monster. When you get to see a part of his operation: the car, the weapons, the supplies, the habits.

"Diluc." You tug on his hand and he feels the guilt start to creep in. "I love you."

He turns to feel you embrace him immediately.

"I love you too." But he'd feel much worse if he didn't return your affection. He wraps his arms around you once more, heart aching at how deep you try and bury your head into him, not wanting to let him go although it was you who ushered him earlier.

"I won't take long, okay? When you wake up again, breakfast will be prepared, ready at the table. How does that sound?" He says quietly, trying to soothe you. You can only nod, struggling to keep your tears from appearing.

Diluc pulls back a bit, but keeps one arm around you. The other cradling your cheek, giving you a warm kiss on your forehead. He leans his lips against your head for a short while, until he's stepped away and waves goodbye.

You wave back weakly, and after, he refuses to look back because he knows a tear has probably fallen when his back was turned. He fears he may do something reckless if he lets himself see you so hurt.

"I'll have him back by curfew, don't worry!" Childe calls out, waving to you happily with a toothy grin, to which you nod in response. Sometimes you appreciate that he tries to keep the mood happy (as if he's not about to kill thirty men in twenty minutes).

When the car speeds out of the neighbourhood, Childe is persistent on lightening the mood as he sees Diluc's frown may become permanent.

"Well aren't you guys the cutest." He remarks. He sees Diluc's scowl deepen from the corner of his eye. Okay, maybe he shouldn't have opened with his usual teasing. "Hey, when this is done, I'll drive you back. You know how safe my driving is."

Diluc knows he's being sarcastic, trying to get a laugh from him because he's been critiqued for his recklessness. But Childe smiles, seeing Diluc's expression change slightly- still the same, but showing more determination than frustration. He hopes this wins him some acceptance from him.

"You better. I have more important things to attend to."

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Part 2?

Update: Part 2 here!

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diluc winner 🫵🫵🫵🫵

Omg 😮😮😮

(I hope this means I win a real life Diluc 🙏)

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Happy Birthday, Diluc!

You're earlier than expected, but no matter, breakfast is ready. Please, take a seat.

...You wish to wait for me? Very well, I'll get myself ready.

But... it always takes some time to tie my hair, so pardon me.

Thanks to tokki for the fantastic artwork!

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Happy birthday to my beloved! This is Part 2 of Diluc in AUs, Part 1 here. Comment which Diluc is your fave!

A/N: Idk why it went a little angsty in some of these (I thought I was a fluff/crack blog but clearly I'm emotional)

Agent!Diluc who despite his dangerous and secretive line of work, becomes absolutely soft for you. You are much different from him- asomeone who would likely never cross paths with him and live a peaceful life. And yet, here he is fallen in love with you, having an extra feeling of heartache when he has to leave you late at night to conduct his secret missions. It's even more annoying when his colleagues (cough Wriothesley and Childe) tease him about him being sappy. Not to worry, he's willing to take it as long as he makes it home to you.

Barista!Diluc who unknowingly goes viral and is seen on every foodie/influencer’s page. The cafe and bar he runs became successful from his creative ideas for new drinks that he was sure to slowly attract customers. But once social media notices the existence of a tall, handsome, and single bartender, the people start flooding in. Or at least they think he's single. Nobody seems to notice a certain person sitting closest to him on the bar, who seems to have his full attention and yearning. His eyes lighting up like never seen before, all because of little ol' you.

CampusCrush!Diluc who seems quite untouchable- everyone's been talking about his good looks, his stoic demeanor adding to his air of superiority- so you give up on the thought of him quickly. However, everything changes when he approaches you in the library. He leans down, his cologne close enough for you to get a whiff of. Worst of all, he compliments you. He compliments your humming of a familiar tune, saying that he taught his pet bird to sing the same one. And though you swore to forget about him, you somehow end up being invited over to his residence where he shows you his bird.

Violinist!Diluc who takes his performance very seriously. He plays with his soul, hoping that the beauty of his music can rival his father's painting abilities. However, his cunning brother seemed to notice how the usually routined Diluc had not been practising at home or in the rehearsal room- but instead outside... with you. You've both been pining over each other for a while, as if Diluc giving you a private violin performance wasn't a big give-away. Little do you know that the handsome redhead was busy blushing and being teased by his brother on his obvious feelings which you somehow do you notice. Worst of all, his father who notices, starts inviting you to his performances, his son unable to deny him.

Knight!Diluc who does nothing but worship you. You push him off, feeling conflicted from your feelings that sprouted for your protector. Diluc instantly worries, thinking he hurt you somehow and tries to coax you into talking to him (but little does he know, this only makes your heart ache more). He follows you making sure you're safe, though you refuse to make eye contact with him. Diluc does anything he can to try and make you smile again- your favourite pastries, the flowers you liked in the garden, the trinket store you like to visit. And when you finally spill out worry after worry, he immediately pulls you into an embrace. It doesn't matter how many problems you encounter,

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Hello friends I am back! Again apologies for inactivity. Will be posting stuff soon.

Also remember the multiple Diluc drafts I have? I'm realizing half of them were written while I was on my period so they're super cringey and emotional for no reason. WHAT DO I DO :d

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Will be back soon! (Saturday)

Hiatus for about a month (but I will be back to post something for Diluc's birthday)!

Take care everyone, see you all soon!

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Hiatus for about a month (but I will be back to post something for Diluc's birthday)!

Take care everyone, see you all soon!

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Happy Aprilluc everyone <3

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i actually love tomatoes :3 nom nom them whenever i get the chance theyre soo yummy

Idk why i only saw this now but YES. I love tomatoes with a passion, im glad i found a fellow tomato lover. I feel like a lot of people dont like tomatoes (but those same people love pickles which i cant fathom).

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reblog if those man tits make you irrational

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Diluc’s falcon being his literal wingwoman and whenever he fumbles asking you out she pecks him on the head or pulls a strand of his hair KSHDBFHFHFH