I’ve been thinking about Childe & Diluc bodyswap AU for the past few days and I think it’ll be the most hilarious dynamic of bodyswap AU. “Diluc” is suddenly having the time of his life while “Childe” just looks plain miserable. Also Childe (in Diluc’s body) starts braiding “his” hair with flowers + flower crown bc oooo pretty red hair should go nice with a lot of things.
"Are the shoulder pads to make you appear taller, Master Diluc?" He's asking for a friend. (He's the friend) [ @ Canon Diluc 😇 ]
@childeofwar // Childe
⚜┆ The flames cackles, threatening to go out anytime soon. This time it’s Diluc turn to be jolted awake by the cold, which seems to have thickened during the time he’s asleep. He could see his breathes clouding in front of him, the tail ends of his vision turning white from freezing in the temperature of the cave. Whoever could have guessed that they were unfortunate enough to run into an avalanche while in Dragonspine? And, to make things worse, he’s with Tartaglia, and the Harbinger hasn’t stopped talking since they are trapped here.
❝Aren’t you worried?❞ He asks him, watching as the other is currently enjoying being wrapped up in his coat. He’s only recently known that Tartaglia was in fact younger than him, not much younger, but still younger. Part of Diluc finds old habits hard to kill, and even though Diluc still struggles to acquaint a Harbinger with any positive adjectives he still offered him his coat. Tartaglia accepts it shamelessly enough, but Diluc hasn’t once regretted the decision up until he opens his mouth four hours ago and Diluc believes the end of his speech and questions is still nowhere in sight.
“Not at all, Master Diluc. People like you and me usually don’t die here. We’re made to die in grander scenes, yeah? Hey, are the shoulder pads to make you appear taller?”
❝No,❞ He answers quickly enough. It’s always strange to him how Tartaglia is unaware of the most basic things. It takes Diluc a minute to recall that the Harbinger is not from a city that is the heart of an entire nation. He’s from Morepesok, people who prided on simple and uncomplicated lives. He could not say he’s paid Morepesok a visit before but Tartaglia has babbled enough about it so far that he could vaguely imagine how the Harbinger’s hometown is like. ❝They are to shape your shoulders and make you appear broader. I believe you can also find them on the uniform you wear.❞
In fact they are most commonly found in suits or formal wear. Diluc’s fingers tighten the grip on his arm, feeling a thin layer of ice crack the moment he moves. ❝We really should think of a way to get out of here.❞
Favorite color : Wine red and black. I swear to god this isn’t because of Diluc, its just bc that colour scheme looks nice on me. I also like silver and silvery-blue <3
Currently reading : Does technical documents count... it’s the only thing I’ve been reading so far
Last song : Someone else by Beth Crowley
Last series : Viking, And I’m currently watching Star Wars
Last movie : Shang-Chi
Sweet/savory/spicy : Spicy > Savory > Sweet. I hate sweet food.
Currently working on : Planning a mini GI game and a fanfic bc I fell back into small fandoms where it’s just me and like 3 other people kjahsd
Modern AU where instead of a winery, Diluc runs a gambling business. He was taught how gambling works in all majorly popular games since a young age, especially poker cards, leading to him being exceptionally skilled at it. He has this odd talent of capable of memorizing the cards and where they go, so most of the times he actually knows who is in possession of how many and which cards, making it easier for him to predict his enemy’s moves. After Crepus dies, he took over and ran the business while being semi-involved in playing himself because he had always been very proud of his photgraphic memory.
There’s a reputation about Diluc going around that he tends to ‘take matters into his own hands’ when someone owes him money for over gambling and not paying their tabs off.
Sorry for being inactive _(:3」∠) Diluc’s muse went on a holiday and I’m still trying to make him come back. On another note my mom suddenly became accepting of me having a gf and I’ve been happily thinking about it for a few days now.
[ HIDE ]: while on the run, the sender hastily grabs the receiver and pins them against a wall that’s hidden from public view to avoid being seen. [ Mafia AU maybe? :3c ]
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Pinned Against a Wall Prompts
The large clock tower outside announced it was just shy of 2 AM. The warehouse was empty save for the usual guards that patrolled the front. The guards and, of course, Childe himself as they exchanged stories for the night. It had taken time for Childe to build a good rep with them, starting from chatting them up and inviting them on outings to make nice. A tedious and dreadful process of which he wished he could have skipped, had incapacitating the guards not placed him in hot water as the newcomer. After all, if the Fatui were able to be taken down by force alone, Childe was certain the local police force could have taken them down by now.
⚜┆ Diluc chuckles while he watches the sway of emotions reflected in the other’s eyes in the dimly lit room, their bodies pressed close and just inches away from the door that spilts the archive room from the hallway where guards were running rampant, not knowing they were searching for two separate intruders. He’s not worried because it’s been years since he’s started doing this—testing the waters in varying situation to see how far a limit he could push, pulling strings and hearts to make use of whenever convenient.
When Childe speaks and he’s sure the other isn’t going to gut him, or try, Diluc reaches his fingers towards the back of his head and pulls him down to listen to him whisper,
❝Why don’t we have some fun? Just between you and me.❞
Before there’s a chance for the other to respond Diluc reaches for his lapels to unbutton them three buttons down. Then he pulls them apart, wide enough to expose his chest and one side of his shoulder. His fingers are quick and deft, almost like they were used to handling delicate and instrinctic things, or that this is something their owner does in high frequency.
Later, Diluc pulls his own hair apart and does the same to his own clothes as he’d done to Childe’s. He pulls the hat off his head and tossed it over his shoulders, disregarding the ruckus he’s making as if he wants to be known that someone is here.
❝I’ll gladly give you a lesson, since there’s an opportunity. They are hard to come by when they usually grant far better experience than any lip-to-lip advice, in my opinion.❞
The rumbling on the other side of the wall grows louder as the ranks of guard thickens and the intruder is yet to be found. Anxiety-instilling, certainly, but that’s the whole fun of that, Diluc tells himself.
He had barely enough time to lean back in and force a kiss onto Childe’s lips, pressing them both as closely to the wall as possible, when somewhere, the sound of a dagger hitting the ground rings in the room half a second before the door opens just next to them and two guards step inside.
And then Diluc stops, the look on his face switches from a smirk into disturbance, as he turns to look at the guards from across his shoulder, an eyebrow raised.
Silence. It lasts for a heartbeat before surely but slowly, the guards’ cheeks flush red. Even if they could not recognise Childe, Diluc’s years of servitude in the Fatui and his striking appearance makes him a recognisable enough face.
“I-I’m sorry, sir!”
He watches in bemusement while the guards scrambles back out, cussing under their breathes and even doing them a favour of bolting the door. Diluc smiles and decides to turn his focus back onto the orange-haired man, well anticipating a loquacious reaction to the charade he’d just been forced to partake in without prior consent. But just as he returns to dust imaginary specks of dirt off his coat, something fell from one of his pockets — an ID, not the one a normal citizen would have, but Childe should be able to recognise it considering he likely owned one on himself as well.
Diluc shrugs, bending down to pick it back up as he says, ❝Lesson One: Show them something so wildly inappropriate once and they’ll likely never check this room for an intruder for the rest of the episode.❞
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