I Finally Managed To Finish Azazel Full Appearance With The Suit (it’s Uncolored Though Sorry)

Were Azazel and Alastor fight flirting? Sorry if it’s obvious about what they were doing and I just missed it

yep yep

Similar to the other anon comment about Nezuko loving Tanjiro and his girlfriend, but what if Naho, Kiyo and Sumi also being obsessed with them?! Like they’re commonly watching them from afar and Tanjiro and his girlfriend pretend to not notice or Tanjiro will calm them down when he finds them crying over fear that they’re gonna break up when they get into a disagreement and he tell them fighting is natural and they’re gonna be fine. Also imagine if one of the girls come up to them when they’re older and married and tells them they showed them what love is!

That's so cute!

Role Models

"I'm so glad we were able to find this spot, Tanjiro," you sigh dreamily, resting your head on his shoulder, listening to the rustling of the leaves on the trees as another gentle gust of wind passes by. You're completely surrounded by the wonderful scent of all of the flowers around you - and you can only imagine how much more intense the smell is for Tanjiro.

"I'm glad too," Tanjiro agrees, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, squeezing your hand just a little bit tigher.

All of this affection causes a giggling frenzy. But the two of you aren't the ones giggling. You turn your heads to just barely catch three little girls frantically hiding their smiling selves behind the side of the Butterfly Estate.

Chuckling to yourselves, Tanjiro gives you a nod before standing and heading over to the triplet’s hiding spot.

“Hmmm…? I thought I heard something…” he mutters as he stands at the wall. He can hear the girls trying to shush each other down, thinking that you two were still unaware of their presence. Holding back his chuckle, he pokes his head around the corner and says, "Found you!"

Surprised little squeaks filled the air upon realizing they had been caught.

"We're sorry!" the girls apologized, "It's just really nice to see the two of you together!"

"It's alright," Tanjiro comforted, and you couldn't help but smile as he giggled along with the triplets.

The first time that they had walked in on the end of an argument brought them complete heartbreak!

Seeing the two of you walking away from each other, arms folded over your chests.

"I'm not angry at you!" you spoke in a much louder voice than they were accustomed to, "But I am angry! So I need some time to calm down before I'm ready to talk about this again!"

They ran to Tanjiro in tears once you had disappeared.

"Tanjiro!" they cried, holding onto him, "You have to go after her! This can't be the end!"

"It's okay," he cooed, carefully patting each of their heads, "We're still together, and we still love each other very much. Arguments happen, people get angry, but we'll talk about it when we're calm again and then we'll be able to fix things. So don't worry. It's gonna take a lot more than one disagreement to tear us apart!"

Years later, you receive a letter.

"Love!" Tanjiro calls, waving the parchment in his hands, "Listen to this! It's from Sumi!"

Reading aloud so that you can hear as the girl gives you her thanks for showing her how to love someone. What true love looks like through example.

It's not quite how it goes in romance stories or gossip tales. It's not always sunny and warm. It can be difficult, it can be painful. It takes work. Work from both parties to stand together in the face of adversity, in the face of triumphs and failures, and to get stronger together because of your strife.

"Often times," she wrote, "parents are the first to show to children how to love one another. I, and my sisters, didn't have that luxury. But instead, we had you. And I'm so thankful for that. Thank you for being the perfect role models for us."

💌 Send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome 💌 For always being kind and supportive, for always being a nice partner for a conversation, and for being a talented writer who inspires others 🌹

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thank youuuu

ok so hear me out! shy kind baker s/o x red son!

I always imagined him with a baker for some reason.

established relationship

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Red Son stormed into your family's bakery.

This was starting to be a normal occurrence. He'd burst in, shout your name then either drag you out or shadow you while you bake.

"Y/n." He was quiet this time which was a surprise. Turning around you were not only met with Red son but with two others. One you knew of as the monkie kid and other as dragon girl. Of course, you would never call them that.

The 'dragon girl' was looking all around the bakery at different deserts you had. While the monkie kid made a beeline for the counter you were behind.

"Hi, N/n I can call you N/n right? Can I get a slice of that cake?" the monkie kid said leaning over the counter you were behind but was quickly pulled back by your boyfriend.

"Oh uh... h-hello I." You stuttered to get out a single sentence because of his outright personality.

"DON'T call them N/n." He fumed his hair bursting into flaming. He was obviously blushing but the fire pretty much covered it. "We didn't come here for the food. We came here so you can stop annoying me about meeting her. Now you've met here and it times to go." He grabbed both of them and dragged them out of the shop without giving you a chance to even speak.

When he came back he came behind the counter up to you.

"You didn't have to do that we have plenty of food they could've stayed for a while."

"I did cause knowing you, You would give everything thing you baked for free like a moron."

Iguro lost his eyes not being able to see the one he loves for the last time the only thing he could do was promise to marry her in the next life while hugging her, mitsuri lost her arms because of that she wasn't able to hug back iguro and was happy that she finally found someone

Fun fact

The reason that obanai And kanroji were buried together was not because them dying together, obanai's grip was so strong that the kakushis weren't able to separate them

The two of them were buried together under a Sakura tree and got reincarnated together

Another fact sad

Obanai died a minute before Mitsuri and she kept talking to him,thinking he was still there..

Mitsuri's last words were

If we ever get reborn... Promise me that we will get married....My body doesn't hurt at all…

Obanai's last words

Yes of course... if you will agree to have me. And this time I will make you happy... and protect you so that you don't die.”

Right person wrong time....

More pics of them....

I don't want to see their death scene yat but it keeps getting closer and closer 😭😭

ur dad!zhongli and dad!childe made me feel ckkshdnekdoidkskd😭😭🥺 but that got me thinking,,, dad diluc would be suCh a good dad too🥺🥺

" DAYLIGHT PANCAKES "

━━ ☆ PAIRING: diluc/reader

━━ ☆ GENRE: fluff

━━ ☆ SUMMARY: in the early hours of the morning, there was only you, diluc and your child, all huddled together in your kitchen with the sweet smell of cinnamon pancakes wafting in the air.

━━ ☆ WARNINGS: small mentions of diluc’s backstory

the uncrowned king of mondstadt awoke before the break of dawn.

despite his early rise, he kept his eyes closed, a soft smile lighting up his face in a way the sun could only dream of doing. from underneath his fingertips that laid against the soft, silken feel of your skin, he could feel you breathe, light and rhythmic as if not even the world's worst could hinder your peace. you were the ground under his feet, the fire that keeps him warm, the twilight in his dark skies. at that moment, diluc was convinced that home was your hair sprawled over pillows, highlands made of towering dreams, his lips lightly brushing on your cheek and pancakes. right, pancakes. with a light chuckle, he slipped out of bed, giving you one last adoring gaze before walking out of your shared bedroom built from a million memories. 

the short walk from this room to that was routine. some days, diluc would wake up earlier than his usual to calm the adorable little monster inside. some days, diluc's head would be filled with nightmares and the trek to his child was the remedy to it. when his ruby eyes find the striking contrast of barely grown crimson hair against snow-white cloths, he is reminded that not all in this world was cruel, the definition of good being a defenseless human laid against plush pillows and blankets.

"good morning, angel," he whispers with a bright grin you typically wouldn't find on his face but came rather naturally to him. "ready to make breakfast?"

yes, some days the world was kinder to diluc. no stress from work, no weight from his duties, no horrors to plague his day. sometimes, it was just him, his child, and the quiet house that was almost made just for the two of them.

"what are we having today? we have chocolate and strawberry vanilla—"

diluc sighed as the baby laughed, having just thrown the boxes he placed right in front of them, "guess we're starting from scratch today."

"okay. sit here," carefully securing the baby to their chair, he crouched to their height, eyes softening at the bright reds that stared right at him. "and wait for daddy, okay?"

watching the baby mumble something incoherent, diluc hummed in reply, pressing a kiss on top of their head for good measure before walking to the kitchen.

"right, how does he do it again?" swiftly rolling the sleeves of his nightshirt up, diluc reached for the flour right by the corner which was apparently amusing for the young child, "is something wrong?"

the baby made an obnoxious 'humph!' that pulled a gentle laugh from diluc who leaned to boop them on their nose. this, of course, causing the baby to erupt in another fit of laughter.

"you know, my father used to make this for me. he said the recipe came from my mother before she..." diluc trailed off before carefully smoothening his expression with a smile, "anyway, this used to be my favorite but i didn't get the chance to learn how to make them. i suppose we just have to figure it out."

tossing the flour and cinnamon amongst other things, he stirred and stirred, remembering the days his father would playfully dust him with the white powder saying 'oops, my hand slipped. sorry about that, diluc.'

maybe someday, he gazed at his child who was staring at the bowl with a focus unparalleled, mesmerized by the way the strong hands that were just holding them were now whisking some strange liquid together. they recognized the bar of butter in diluc's hands and reached out, immediately whining when diluc pulled it away.

"later, sunshine. you're going to get us both into trouble."

noticing the infant's pout, diluc chuckled, trapping their tiny hands between his fingers in an attempt to provide comfort, "later, okay? i'll convince them to let you put some butter on your pancakes."

seemingly appeased, for the time being at least, the young child gurgled in delight before patting diluc's hands quite harshly for a child not even a year old. taking that as a sign to go back to work, diluc poured the batter into a pan, eyes trailing over the bubbles that started to form on top.

"what are my two babies up to?" averting his gaze, he mumbled a small 'good morning' as you approached to give him a kiss. "ooh! pancakes? there's some cream cheese in the fridge—"

"i know. go wash up. it'll be ready soon."

"fine," he rose a brow at your childish drawl, watching as you stepped around the counter to squish your baby's cheeks in greeting, "i'm gonna be back soon, okay? watch over daddy for me and don't let him burn the kitchen down."

"i'm not—" sending a cheeky wink, you left before he could argue his defense, "you're not teaming up against me, are you?"

narrowing his eyes at the baby who smiled all too innocently, diluc shook his head, going back to the task at hand, he started making the glaze that you had taken the liberty of reminding him about. you and your picky antics, he mused with a grin that told everyone of all the ardor he had for you.

"should we wait or do you want to—" diluc didn't even get to finish his sentence before the baby was already reaching for the plate, mouth watering and eyes pleading for help, "i suppose you could start early."

grabbing the nearby knife, diluc began slicing the fluffy cakes into bite-sized pieces, gently blowing on it before sliding the food near the baby's mouth.

"careful— sunshine, you really need to let me finish my sentences."

with an exasperated smile, he picked up a napkin to wipe the glaze that oh-so-messily stained the child's stretched cheeks, gummy smile showcased to the entire world.

"one more? okay," too busy cutting up another slice, diluc didn't notice the sudden furrow in the baby's brows, lips turned into a big pout as if hesitating, "here we go—"

"da... da-da?"

they say that time freezes for certain people at the most inopportune time of the day. it has never happened to diluc, at least, not before this. pausing, freezing — mouth ajar and hand so still in place as he tried to wrap his head around the meaning behind the sharp squeak that left his young child. shakily, he called out your name and you immediately rushed out, hearing the unusual tremble in his stern voice.

"diluc? honey, what's wrong?"

"they—" he took a sharp breath, eyes misting over as looked at you, "they called me their father..."

muffling your gasp beneath your hand, you immediately came over, hand interlacing with his in true bliss. placing a kiss on your knuckles with a watery smile, diluc was certain that this — you, him, and your child — this was nirvana.

turning his gaze back to the baby who was staring up at him as if he held the universe in his eyes, he softly cooed, free hand rubbing small circles on the baby's warm cheeks, "will you say it again? please?"

"h-hm.. dada!"

"that's right i'm—" you squeezed his hands lightly as diluc pulled back, hands covering his face as he tried to hide his sob. "i'm your dada."

"shhh... hey, it's alright," you whispered, lips brushing against his head as he pulled you close, hiding his head on your shoulders.

"i miss him — i miss him so, so much. he should've — should've been here. should’ve been here to teach me what to do.”

you supposed that even the strongest men could fall. this was the first time you've seen him cry for the lost, seen him so weak and fragile over his father. the last time he talked about him — felt for him — he told you that it was all in the past; nothing more than a wound that has been sewed up and healed. was that him telling you or was that him trying to convince himself? wounds heal but sometimes they leave scars and scars never go. they stare right at you, a reminder of the hurt you've been through on the best of days and a wound that inflicts phantom pain as if you're witnessing everything unfold all over again during the worst.

"i can't fill his shoes. he's too good, too good to me — to us."

"diluc, you don't need to fill anyone's shoes. your father... he just tried his best to make you happy and now — now it's your turn to try. you don't have to be perfect, you just have to try and when you fall while trying, we'll be here for you. always."

you felt him clawing at your clothes as if finding something to cling to. sighing in sympathy, you card your fingers through his hair, feeling a small amount of the tension he held in his body leave — as it did every time you did it. "besides, you're already on the right track."

pulling away slightly to get him to look at you, eyes looking like roses in the early hours of the morning, you smiled playfully though you wondered how playful it appeared to be when you're just as emotional as he was.

"you're the favorite one already," chuckling with him, you wiped the rest of his tears and replaced them with a loving kiss. as he deserved after everything he has been through. "stop stealing my spot."

"it's not my place to decide." returning your chaste kiss, he turned back to the baby who was watching the interaction curiously, "sorry for the wait, angel. should we go back to the pancakes, now?"

"oh right! pancakes!"

excitedly bouncing to the seat across diluc, you served yourself some, eyes still lingering on the two people you loved the most, "hey diluc?" a hum in reply, attention still focused on your baby. "i love you."

"i love you too..." he answered without a pause in the beat. "and thank you. for everything."

the first signs of daylight began showing as sweet laughter of delight mixed together to make one fine symphony. with your smiles no longer faltering, diluc was proud to say that the world was right by his grasp. cherry tinted and glowing spectacularly, he allowed himself to have hope once more as he wished for this orchestra to remain together until the end of time, singing about the lovely joys of being a father so that one day, he could join his father in a chorus of being a good one.

━━ ☆ NOTES: thank you for requesting! this is a little different from all the other dad!au works i did because i’m a softie for diluc. he’s such a great dad and i hope i was able to make it to your liking!

━━ ☆ SIMILAR WORKS: dad!au masterlist

@den-shosha it won't even let me reply😭

What I was going to say was

Exactly but when I go to my other account I can DM people

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AHHH I’m so, so sorry this took so long, school started again and it hit me like a bitch 😭😭

Hope you enjoy this Diluc piece, I definitely didn’t. I also hope I captured the vibe of the song correctly (once again, definitely didn’t) but that’s ok. Sorry if you didn’t want this to be a romance, I tried to keep it a generic as possible in case you didn’t, and finally, thank you for being my first ever request!!

Anyways, enough of my yapping. On with the show.

❝ That I'd be Anywhere that you are That you are ❞

Diluc is busy. Between duties as the infamously dubbed ‘Darknight Hero’, or everyday ones as Master Diluc or Angel Share’s bartender, his schedule is always packed. Regardless of the circumstances, it’s always taken his utmost effort to keep his day running smoothly without fail.

Of course, the universe has other ideas for the pyro user, because the one day all he’s doing is tending to the vineyard, you crash his plans. Quite literally.

You fall out of the sky, landing on one of the empty wooden carts — and thankfully not getting impaled on a fence. It takes a single glance to see the ice encrusted on your feathers, stiffening them up and weighing them down. Work of the Fatui, Diluc’s mind supplies immediately. Scum.

He moves to help — why wouldn’t he lend a hand to those targeted by the same filth he has been? Especially when the issue can be fixed so quickly with his vision and resources?

Unfortunately for him, it’s you that’s the problem.

“Don’t touch me.” You practically snarl and crawl away, wings arching as you tremble from the effort of keeping them extended in what he assumed was an attempt at keeping him at arms — or wings — length.

The action exposes your very human torso and legs, barely covered by a few stray feathers and scraps of surprisingly clean cloth, like a much more respectable hillichurl. But Diluc keeps his eyes on your face, excluding a simple glance for weapons and other injuries.

How strange. His face feels hot— hotter than usual as he meets your piercing gaze.

“I’m not going to—“

“Quiet.”

He’s cut off by your voice, it’s sharp and clipped, but just soothing enough to lull him into silence. If it were nicer words you were saying, perhaps he’d be… hypnotised. In a way.

He takes the brief moment to take you in, eyes flickering to your wings — broken and covered in small holes that can only be from the shards from an icy explosion, and to your eyes — cold and guarded as you stare him down, as if he’s the one who tried to hurt you.

The silence stretches in between the two of you, both locked in a staring contest and neither making a move to break it. It’s almost like you’re both trying to gouge each other’s soul simply by looking.

With more effort than he thought necessary, Diluc gets his mouth to move. “I hardly believe you can order me, when it’s my property you’ve crashed into, while injured.”

Apparently, it was the wrong thing to say.

You practically hiss at him, your wings flaring to full size as you stumble backwards and try to bring yourself back up — to your feet, rather than on your knees.

“I don’t care.” Your voice is almost too hoarse to be heard over the pounding of blood in Diluc’s ears. 

You’re in pain, obviously, and the strain of speaking must’ve hurt more than it would’ve done any good. He has to resist the urge to rush over and help. You wouldn’t appreciate it, judging by your reaction to his approach before. Though he admits it was rather… insensitive.

“You are a fool, not to fear me.” You’re swaying when you take a step forward, one of your legs nearly giving out as you drag your legs. “I’ve crushed men under my fingers like they were nothing but ants, hunted them for sport. Torn them apart.”

Diluc doesn’t back down, staying silent in his position as he reaches back, summons his claymore—

And promptly throws it to the side. Out of arm's reach. It’s clear you aren’t going to last much longer, and he’d rather not have his eyes scratched out when you awake.

Your gaze, although slightly hazed over from what Dilic can assume is a concussion, flicker to his blade, then back to him. That same piercing gaze that had him frozen in place moments before, except now it’s more… confused. More wary, as you shift to stand still, no longer trying to make a break for it.

“What are you doing?” There’s a waiver to your voice, and your wings shake slightly, like you’re struggling to hold them up — which you are.

It’s not like there’s immediate trust. You’re still cautious, ready to fight until passing out, but you’re also smart enough to know you won’t last long enough to do real enough damage to escape.

So you’re still as Diluc takes a few steps forward.

“I can help you. Just let me.”

For someone who has fought for their life dozens more times than a normal human could ever wish for, the words come out easily. They’re true in a way, a promise he’s willing to keep. Though the words are much more sincere than usual, a gentle tone he usually never uses, except for—

Your wings fold around yourself, shaking slightly and trembling from the effort. “No.”

But your wings droop and the sound is loud in Diluc’s ears as you stagger forwards again, eyes half lidded. It’s only a few more moments before you collapse, body almost hitting the dirt instead of his arms as a shaky breath rattles your lungs.

He doesn’t hesitate to catch you in his arms, scooping you up bridal style and making sure not to hurt you any more than you already are. He’s careful, almost too cautious, like he’s holding a bomb instead of an injured person.

Despite you being far from human, you’re light. Almost too light, which doesn’t bode well — has it been a while since you’ve been able to eat? Was it just your wings that are heavy and make you seem bulkier?

He knows birds have light bodies to fly, and though you look healthy and human, it could apply to you.

“I don’t trust humans.” You grit out, trying to squirm out of his hold, and Diluc is somehow compelled to agree, even through surprise. Why not monsters? Though, with your wings it’s clear you are one yourself, Diluc has always subconsciously thought of you as more… refined. Perhaps you’re more humanistic than they are.

He ignores how his first thought was more ‘beautiful’.

“Well,” Diluc lets a crude, bitter smirk twist his lips as he looks down at you. “It’s a good thing I’m called an inhuman bastard then.”

“Hurt me and you die.”

Despite the sleep threatening to pull you under, you remain awake as he treats you, intent on making good on your word. But…

He's gentle. Not enthusiastic, nor openly interested in becoming friends, but there’s a subtle tenderness in his hands as he works to gently thaw the ice, so as to not shock your wings.

Some maids come in, trays of steaming, hearty food piled onto the plates. Mond’s finest, you’re sure. They look happy as well, to be of service. As if being at someone’s beck and call was worth celebrating. You don’t understand it.

Diluc assures you that you don’t need to.

“What are you?” He asks absentmindedly as his hand holds a steady flame near the edge of your wing, never extinguishing despite the vapour behind produce from the ice. 

It’s clear Diluc doesn’t mind being in the dark as to your species, but it’s equally obvious to him that you’re fighting to stay awake. So, talking helps. And he’d rather a passé you now, than an aggressive one later.

… and he couldn’t deny the curiousity, not to your origin, but you in general. “I’ve never seen someone half bird before.”

Your shoulders stiffen, teeth clenched together at his question. It takes several seconds for you to decide whether to answer, gaze dropping to your lap as you try to ignore how your cheeks are starting to heat up.

It’s not fair, that he can rile you up in a way you’ve never felt before. You’ve always been… distant from other beings. You’re not used to this.

Maybe it’s the fever talking. The sickness has you less than eager to argue.

“A harpy.” You rasp, voice hoarse from the effort of getting the words out. “One who mimics the eagle.”

“I thought so.” He nods, eyes flicking to you before studiously turning back to your icy  feathers. 

“Really?” You scoff, tearing off a piece of chicken with a claw and shoving it in your mouth to keep yourself awake just that little bit longer. “Didn’t think harpies were common in the city of freedom.” Or Teyvat.

“Not harpies.” Diluc corrects softly. He picks up a fork and arranges a bite, holding it up to your mouth when you swallow your previous. “Eagles.”

“You like them?”

“I have one as a…” Diluc struggles to find the right word, his brain suddenly all too focused on the way your lips wrap around the utensil. “A pet, of sorts.”

Your eyes glimmer with something positive for once, whether it’s the carefully prepared food or the mention of another eagle, he doesn’t know. But… well, he’d like for that look to stay for just a little while longer.

“Would you like to meet him?” He chances to ask.

“Yes.” You nod. The speed almost makes you dizzy.

You try to keep the eagerness out of your answer, but that one word comes out in a flurry, more like a plea than an agreement. It’s almost embarrassing, how much you want to see him. The eagle, that is.

You ignore the way Diluc’s lips quirk up, as if he’s trying to hold back a smile. 

You’re soft with the bird, paying Diluc no mind as he continues to heal your wings. It’s barely ten minutes when he’s done— and sure, the meal you were supposed to eat had been fed to (name), and you’ve already succumbed to sleep, but Diluc can’t find it in himself to care.

When you wake, it’s awkward. Humans had always been untrustworthy, and suddenly one shows up and puts that entire worldview on its head.

It’s not as if you suddenly trust all of humanity, you convince yourself, just that this one happens to be an outlier. One who saved you and fixed the one thing that made you able to live as your species.

The next time Diluc visits you, this time holding a tray himself, he’s met with a stammered, awkward apology from a very much healthier harpy. It’s… almost cute.

From then on, your relationship is much better. The status of acquaintances is quickly upgraded to friendship when you sample the food he’s brought you, finally able to appreciate the quality now that you weren’t half dead.

Of course, you’re not made to be kept inside. You go your separate ways not long after, but you pop in occasionally, though without warning, as it’s much more fun to see his surprise when you appear.

From strolls through the vineyard to Diluc neglecting his customers so he can engage in rare conversation with you in Angel Share, it’s rare for the townsfolk to see Diluc so happy and not think ‘where’s the harpy?’ 

Your conversations are sweet, with the common banter and occasional awkward side hugs and chivalrous gestures. So, when Diluc sees you fight, manipulating anemo to your will without the use of a vision, he’s shocked, unable to focus on anything but your agile form expertly manoeuvring through the enemies and striking them down.

When he hears you fight, he doesn’t. Bor does he hear the end of the continuous apologies from you— it’s not your fault you didn’t realise how fragile human ears were. 

“Sorry, sorry.” You say sheepishly, head bowed as you bob up and down on the cart Diluc pushes you on. The exact same one you crushed when you first met. It’s fixed now, and just slightly nicer looking than the rest.

“It’s fine.”

Diluc waves a hand, eyes glancing between you and the road as his voice stays level. Though, on the inside, his head is pounding, blood rushing through his veins until he can hardly focus on anything but the sound of his own heart. 

It rings in his ears like a bell, loud and obnoxious. He’s thankful that no one has seen him yet — who knows what the townspeople would think if they saw their reclusive ‘Darknight Hero’ in such a state.

Then again, his maid (Adelinde) walking in on him getting splashed with grape juice to carefully make a certain bottle of liquor — one you may or may not be currently indulging him — which is also just as humiliating.

He doesn’t exactly do camaraderie.

“If you say so.” You hum, raising a wing to block the sun. A stray feather floats down into his hair, and Diluc silently thinks it would make a good keepsake. “… Thank you, Diluc.”

He blinks, eyes wide and confused. It’s kind of adorable. “Why the sudden gratitude?”

You shrug, averting your gaze to the sky. If you were to maintain eye contact any longer, shyness would be inevitable. “Just felt like it.” 

“… You don’t need to thank me.”

And he means it. Despite how you had practically barged into his work, injured and distrustful and ready to rip his throat open, he looks forward to your strange, unannounced appearances.

Sometimes he’ll find himself zoning out, wondering if you’re doing well, how your wings are healing up or just staring at the ceiling in his office, contemplating the way your eyes shone as you met his gaze.

You’ve managed to worm your way into his head… and perhaps his heart. One he had thought died with Crepus. 

“From the very bottom of my heart, I thank you too.”

Can I get a follow up on the Adams child ask? Where he takes the little Rockstar for the final battle at the hotel, but when Adam gets killed the kid promises to the cast that theyll be the next exorcist leader when they grow up, they'll learn from their mistakes so it won't happen again and that theyll have their revenge...only its hard to take serious since it's a kid

Let's say reader is around 10

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You watched from the sky as you dad got punched to the ground by Lucifer and his daughter.

At first you thought it was something he could recover from, which he did, until you saw a small figure running toward him.

"DAD LOOK OUT!" You warned as you flew down to stop niffty from repeatedly stabbing him.

Lute got to him first and with your help, flipped him over so you could see his face.

You watched in horror and disbelief as he smiled and the light left his eyes.

"Sir... Sir...stay with me, sir... ADAM." Lute cried, but your throat felt to tight to even breathe.

"Take your little friends and GO HOME. please." Lucifer demanded.

Lute grabbed Adams halo and called for the exorcists to retreat, as she stood up she grabbed you hand but you yanked it away.

"NO!" You cried, "

"Y/n we lost Adam is d-"

"SO? WE FUCKING EXORCISTS WHAT GIVES SINNERS THE RIGHT TO KILL US. THEY HAD THEIR CHANCE TO LIVE JUSTLY, WE'RE KEEPING THE BALANCE!"

"Fight about it when your older, short stack. Your to young to be involved with war." Lucifer tried to calm you down but it only made it worse.

"Oh fuck you. Your the reason this is happening in the first place."

"That enough y/n." Lute threw you over her shoulder and started to fly through the portal.

"Mark my words, Charlie. I'll finish what my dad started."

As everyone in hell celebrated their victory you sat alone in your room.... Plotting.

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