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Diego Dionisio Luna Alexander  December 29, 1979

Happy birthday!!!!!

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watching the rain

Diego Hargreeves x Reader

Warnings: None, just some fluff and a bit of swearing, oh also and like one mention of sex

You sat on the window seat, a book in your lap, a coffee in your hands, except you weren't reading the book, you were counting the rain drops on your window and watching the dim lit clouds move slowly across the city. Then thunder echoed through the sky causing a smile to appear across your face. Thunderstorms were and always will be your favorite thing, one boom after the after and the lightning making straight shapes across the dark. It just fascinated you. 

Then as if it were timed with the thunder you heard your door close, it didn't creak it just clicked into the lock. You weren’t expecting Diego home for another couple of hours since he’d out patrolling the city for “crime”. You left the window seat placing the coffee quickly down, spilling some of the liquid across your fingers letting out a curse because it was still boiling “ah fuck” you shook your hand trying to make some of the droplets land on the floor.

You listened carefully at the sound of rustling coming from the kitchen, cabinet doors opening and closing, then hearing the scattering of utensils being sorted through. You pressed up against the door frame, pulling your phone out of your pocket, dialing Diego’s number since he was on speed dial, readying yourself in case you need his help.

Then you heard the familiar ringtone of Diego’s phone start and you let all the breath you were keeping in gasp out. You walked around the corner to see Diego staring at his phone, looking confused, because he was pretty sure you were home so why were you calling him? But then you let out a sigh and rushed over to him wrapping your arms around his torso and landing your head on his chest. 

“Y/N? Why are you calling me?” “I thought someone was in the house so I called you” you look into his dark eyes as he chuckled and placed his chin upon your head. “Well good to know you know what to do if there was an intruder. But I’d know if someone was trying to get in, I always rotate around our block around this time of the night, you know just in case...” “You do?” “Of course”. There was a moment of silence as you were holding each other, your heart beat still trying to find its normal pace. 

“I saw you through the window, looking at the rain” you went a little red because he always caught you looking at the rain, you were so infatuated with it, but you also felt a bit stupid. As if he could feel your cheeks heat up a little bit he said, “Its adorable, you’re so obsessed with it” “What? No I’m not” you answer, “You are, You even hear a little bit of a patter of rain and you run straight to the window” You smiled and kissed him on the cheek, walking back to your spot on the window seat. Diego following behind you. You reach for your coffee but he grabs it before you, taking it in gulps. “Hey! that was mine!” “Not anymore it’s not” You screw up your face at him before he winks at you and you wipe a little bit of excess coffee of his lip. He reaches down to grab your waist, pulling you in to give you a kiss but you take this chance to scoop the coffee right out of his hand. ‘Oh you little shit, I should’ve known, you didn’t seem that into the bloody kiss I knew it” You laugh as you make direct eye contact with him, taking a sip of the coffee, putting it beside you, pulling him into a kiss anyways, he tasted like coffee....of course and you felt him smile. You reach to take a knife out of the one hidden in his belt and to pull his shirt off. “Sex on the window seat while its raining?” He says, raising his eyebrows as if it’s a question, you bite your lip as an answer.

Let’s just say you definitely didn't read that book that night 

[bitch-aucoin]

Hey i saw you were doing prompts can I get one where Diego is dating someone that also uses throwing knives?????? Thanks!!!!

I’ve never done a reader/canon character before so I HOPE I DID IT JUSTICE!!!

(Rated T for Teen? Minor swearing and appearance of Klaus.) 

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Something about the situation felt off, wrong.

It didn’t help that Diego was watching you with a wolfish grin from across the room, his arms crossed casually over his broad chest. He was up to something, but what? You glanced away and thumbed the grip, trying to figure it out.

“Any day now.” He called out, tapping an imaginary watch.

Fine. You huffed and turned to face the target. You were probably just thinking too hard. He liked to play games like that. Prompting you to give pause, furrow your brow, overthink it. Apparently it was ‘cute’, a phrase that caused your cheeks to run hot and your heart to stumble over itself when he told you such.

Stupid, sexy Diego Hargreeves.

Stupid, awful knives.

You arched your arm back as you eyed the target, letting the natural curve of your body take over as you wound yourself up before letting it snap. The knife sang through the air proudly and for a single moment, you let yourself smile.

But then it wobbled, which it had no right to do, before promptly stabbing itself into the ground with a loud and ugly ‘thunk’.

“For fucks sake!” You shouted before you could help yourself. Someone laughed at the doorway, probably Klaus, and in a heartbeat the defiant blade was in your palm, poised and ready to go. “I swear to God!”

“Hey now.” Diego’s hand was over yours just as quickly, his lips still quirked halfway. “Ignore him.” Oh, if only it was that easy…

“Yes, do that, just like everyone else.” Klaus drawled from the doorway, not getting the hint that he was unwelcome as he drew the attention back to him. “Are you quite done?”

“It’s a practice room, Klaus, what do you need it for?” Diego barked. You didn’t want to smile, but doing so was impossible when he huffed and puffed like that. Diego caught your eye for a moment and rolled his in response, as if to say ‘siblings, what can you do?’

Klaus sighed mournfully, throwing puppy dog eyes from the half cracked door. “My jazzercise, you asshole, but I guess it can wait if you’re still throwing your knives about.”

“It’s gonna have to.” Diego brandished the blade at him, waggling it in warning. “Now fuck off.”

Klaus’s eyebrows jumped as he grimaced. He knew a threat when he saw one. “Consider it done.”

It was just you and him again after that, still crouching together on the floor. He didn’t show any signs of moving, and something selfish and wanting in you loved that fact. “Do you want to know what you did wrong?” He asked, quirking a brow.

You averted your gaze and rubbed a finger under your nose. “Can I get a hint?” You poised back, not wanting this game to end. He laughed under his breath and brought the knife up between the two of you once more, angling it just so.

“You were onto something before.” Diego said after a moment. “When you were testing it’s weight. Here.” His hand closed over yours and you could feel his calluses. You wondered what he thought of yours. His voice went lower as he leaned in closer, lips near your ear. “Can you feel it?”

You could feel a lot of things, but that wasn’t really appropriate to bring up. Focus. You swallowed thickly as the blade lay in your palm. “It feels, off…” Wrong. The exact opposite of Diego’s warmth and weight, which felt so god damned right when you both like this.

“It’s not weighted correctly, yeah? It lacks a center balance. For example…” His other hand snaked around you and suddenly you were falling to the floor. There wasn’t enough time to scream, or to grab onto him, you just went down.

He was above you in an instant, all muscle and whirlwind force, grinning all too easily as he pinned you. “See how easy that was?” He hummed.

“Bastard.” You spat out, not sure if you should be embarrassed or upset.

“Rookie.” He teased back. You brought the knife up, hoisting it at him in a silent threat. Diego stared at it and blinked before knocking your wrist away. “You wouldn’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

Despite the insistence in your voice he grinned again. “Kinky.”

You flushed and tried to shove at him, finding it absolutely futile. “Oh fuck off.”

He leaned down and there was only a breaths worth of space between you and him. “I think-” He started only for a subtle throat clearing to fill the room in response.

“This doesn’t look like knife throwing practice, unless I’m high off my rocker, which I mean… would we be surprised?” Klaus. Of course. You shoved at Diego again and this time he let you, hitting the ground with a practiced ease before popping up again. “Sorry, the sexual tension rising in the room drew me in.” The seancing Hargreeves drawled.

You threw the knife before you could help it, knowing better this time, all too aware of it’s off-weight and trickery, of the games it liked to play. It grazed just past Klaus’s ear to chop a curl of his neatly off without a sound. He shrieked and jumped seconds too late, already swearing at you, but Diego was already dragging you out of the room as you laughed and laughed.

“I’m sorry-” You started only for him to kiss the very words out of your mouth.

“Never apologize for doing something like that.” He said against your mouth in a rush. “That was so hot.”

You blinked once, twice, and grabbed the front of his sweater. “We should practice more often.” You told him before pressing your lips to his, swallowing up his laugh without a second thought.

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"Everyone is hungry for something, if you're afraid. Here until the most fucker ended up in the cage"

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Feliz cumpleaños Diego¡¡¡ 😘

29 de diciembre de 1979 (edad 39 años), Toluca de Lerdo, México

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" Mire plebe, si no lo hago yo, alguien más lo va hacer"

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