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Hiii, can you please write another fic about a teenage reader (16-18) and anybody from hazbin hotel. It can be about anything

HEloooo

Alastor x teen reader platonic

Headcannon by @ghostly-one: "During Alastor's absence, Reader went to the overlord meetings in his place"

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*knock knock knock*

You heard as you groaned and pushed your head up from your pillow.

"It's me, Y/n." You could hear the radio static through your door, "I have an errand to run and would like for you to join me."

"I'll be down in a minute." You replied as you started to get up.

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"Oh, boy whats the plan, boss?"

"I like your suits."

"What are the antlers for?"

"Can I touch your ~staff thing~?"

"Are those your ears? or is it your hair? I can't tell."

The egg boiz were annoying the fuck outta you and Alastor. If you knew they would've tagged along, you wouldn't have come even if you were going to an overlord meeting.

"Hark Alastor, Y/n. How fare thee this day." Zestial appeared from nowhere in front of the both of you.

"Good evening Zestial, It's nice to see you again." You greeted with a smile as Alastor quickly threatened the eggs.

"Greetings Zestial." Alastor said as the sinners around you three started to take notice and run.

"Ah, the weather doth become this fine day."

"Indeed. Looks like we might have some acid rain this afternoon."

"If our luck doth hold! I do revel in the screams. How art thou? It has been an age since thou hath graced us with thy presence. Y/n hast been in thy lodging since thee've been gone." Zestial looked to you with a pleased expression as he patted your shoulder before continuing his conversation with Alastor.

"Some hath spun wild tales of you falling into... Holy arms."

"Hahaha Oh, I just took a well-earned sabbatical. Nothing serious. Though it's fun to keep everyone of their toes."

"There too hath been rumour of thy involvement with the princess and her recent flight of fancy. TELL ME, how does thou fall in such folly." Zestial would've creeped you out if you weren't used to his (and Alastor's) over-the-top and old-timey ways.

"That is more me to know. But please do guess. I'd love to know the theories."

"T'would be grander folly by far to assume the workings of your mind, Alastor. Thou hath been naught but an enigma since thy manifested in this realm."

"Coming from someone as ancient as you, I take that as quite the compliment."

The three of you made it the the building where the meeting would be taking place as you and Zestial stepped into the elevator you waiting for Alastor to tell the eggs to wait for him before pressing the button.

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You sat in between Alastor and one of Carmilla's daughters.

"Welcome, Hell sovereign overlords. I've invited you all here because you represent the controlling powers of out city. Together you own millions of souls. Souls at risk with the new extermination schedule. We need to discuss what can be done to minimize the impact to our interest." Carmilla said matter-of-factly. "Zestial, so good to see you, my friend."

"Enchanted as always Carmilla." He said as he sipped his tea.

Carmilla was about to look around the room when she spotted Alastor. The face that she made nearly made you laugh.

"Alastor?"

"Yes, I know I've been absent some time. I'm sure you've all been wondering." Alastor spoke like he'd been waiting 7 years just to say that.

"Not really. But welcome back in any case." She dismissed him. You could hear the static abruptly stop and had to bite your lip so you wouldn't laugh.

Once the meeting started you zoned out staring at the wall. To be honest you didn't really care about the meetings you were only there to show your face and now that Alastor is back it gave you less of a reason to care, but interesting things did happen quite often.

Like Velvette wanting a war with the exterminators.

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Zestial translation: It would be much more foolish to think that I understand how your mind works, Alastor. You have always been a mystery to me ever since you came into this world. (just thought it would be nice to add this.)

@ghostly-one

This is choppy and rushed but parade season is starting soon and I have a lot of performances before then too.

NGL, I liked your oneshots of the Yuzuya fantasy au. Can you draw two things, one of each possible ending? If you can't thats fine. Thank you in advance!

Yo thank you so much I really apreaciate it! — Also legit I was listening to the newest episode when I got the ask

Also for an insert of the listener/reader I just used my self insert oc cuz I wasn't sure who to put there—

So the fluff ending :

And the not so fluff ending :

More of my art

Also the oneshot if ya wanna

How do you think Alastor would react to teen!readers parents trying to join the Hotel to get to read? Thank you for reading this and have an amazing day

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This is gonna be a short and sweet.

They dead. Both of them. Couldn't even see all of hell cause once alastor knew they were down there he hunting them.

They didn't even get to she Charlie's commercial.

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But let's say he didn't kill them and they showed up at the hotel.

You were probably in your room when they pleaded to Charlie for redemption to which Charlie obviously accepted.

Alastor was plotting to kill them the moment he saw them. They recognized him and tried to apologize but he was hearing none of that.

By the time you came down stairs you wished you never left the comfort of you room. You vividly remember when you were alive, its not easy to forget.

Your parents practically threw themselves at your feet apologizing but you didn't believe them.

It developed into a small argument and Charlie tried her best to resolve it while husk and angel watch from the couch with a bucket of popcorn.

In the end they died.

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My day was pretty alright. I hope you have an amazing day❤

The waiting game

Albedo x child experiment reader Platonic!!

You hated the waiting game

Albedo would have you stay in dragonspine while he went to Mondstat for supplies

"Alright Y/n, I'll be off. Don't leave the camp site until I come back." And with that you watched as he disappeared into the snow.

You never understood why he never took you with him

He never told you that you weren't human

You waited for what felt like hours until you decided to leave the campsite out of curiosity

At first you weren't planing on going to far but when you wanted to go back you realized you were lost

Lost and wondering through the dangerous mountains you wondered into a cave (that cave were you can feed those animals that look like ferrets)

You wanted to go back. You wished you never left.

Using albedo's teachings you made a fire and sat there.

Even with the fire the temperature of dragonspine made it feel like there was no fire at all.

"Kid... Hey kid you alright." An adventurer. They picked you up and wrapped a blanket around you.

Sitting there so long and so cold you could barely hear someone call out to you nonetheless touch you.

"I think that enough for today let's head back."

'Back? Back where' you thought but couldn't voice your questions due to the cold before losing consciousness.

You woke up in the cathedral (though you didn't know that) to a young woman at your side healing you even though it didn't do much considering you weren't human

It was freaking her out. No matter how long she healed you for nothing worked.

*with albedo*

Albedo was starting to leave Mondstat when he was the adventurers carry you wrapped in a blanket.

He followed them to the cathedral to ask what happened.

"We found the poor thing shivering by a dying fire in dragonspine. We couldn't just leave them." One of them said while the other nodded in agreement.

"Thank you for your kindness sirs." Albedo bowed his head slightly before entering the cathedral.

You had woken up at this point was it was clear to see that Barbara was relieved.

Looking around you spot albedo walking towards you and shot up.

"Hey wait you shouldn't be moving yet." Barbara protested but you just ignored her.

Running to albedo and gripping his legs as he placed a hand on your head.

"I told you not to leave the campsite." He said calmly. He was always calm but it still scared you a little.

"I'm sorry Mr. Albedo." You mumbled into his legs.

"It's fine just don't do it again."

"I won't I promise."

From then on you always played the waiting game. No matter how boring it got.

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Hi I can ask the Hashiras who Adopt an S/o which is almost like a Cruella de Vil who hates Animals Because of a Violent Past. With their Family where the S/O Was Abused by their Family and Their Animals How would they deal with the S/O Trying to Kill an Animal And Make Clothes With Its Skin. How Obanai Could Handle S/O Trying to Kill His Cobra To Make It A Clothing Accessory It would be an interesting scenario.

I have never watched 101 Dalmatians or cruella de Villa so this might be wrong

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Rengoku

You can't tell me this man isn't a animal lover

He is fascinated by your work but can't help feel sorry for the poor things

if you want any specific animal he will haunt day and night for it

Tengen

Loves you entire wardrobe

constantly asks you to make him things, especially fur coats

You love making things for him and the girls

he blames your family for your little habit (he's never even met them)

Obanai

How

Just how did you even manage to get with him

If he sees any snake print he throws it away

he hides  Kaburamaru from you

he can barely sleep if you and  Kaburamaru are in the same room

you try anything, he will not hesitate, backstory or not

Sanemi

he is disgusted

he watched you once and that was enough

Giyuu

Let's you do you

he won't ask you to make you anything but when you do he loves it. might not where it but he loves it.

Comforts you whenever you get triggered

Muichirou

Forgets you make animals things out of their pelts and only remembers you hating animals

brings you a random animal just to see your reaction but when you take it and turn it into a rug he's surprised

If you tell him your backstory he will try not to bring animals around you anymore

you'll find little notes around his house that say 'no animals in or around house'

Shinobu

Thinks nothing of it

She doesn't like animals anyway so he wouldn't care what you do with them

your backstory furthers her hate for the little creatures

Mitsuri

Loves the product hates the process

if she ever say you kill an animal she'd probably cry

understands why you hate animals but can't bring herself to even dislike them enough even though you said it was alright

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Hi! Feel free to reject but can I get Lucifer having a male (or female if you feel more comfortable writing that) best friend that everyone pretty much assumes they are together? Like JD and Turk friendship from Scrubs.

Example in this video: https://youtu.be/lgeoL_QV3y0?si=aupEDU2dD98aBklr

Lucifer x male best friend reader

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Lucifer is obviously JD in this situation

You used to be an angel untill Lucifer fell

U threw your halo off and fell through the clouds so he wouldn't be alone (even though he was there with lilth)

In hell you took on the roll of his assistant/advisor

You even lived with him and lilith

You like his other half

He cannot function with you and vise versa

Lilith couldn't believe that as straight as the two of you are completely gay for each other

When Charlie was born it was like she had 2 dads

"Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N!" Lucifer came storming into your room, practically jumping out of his skin.

"WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT!" You matched his energy.

"CHARLIE INVITED ME TO THE HOTEL!" He squealed like a school girl.

"OH MY GOD! when?"

"In an hour.... We gotta get ready."

Que Lucifer and you rushing to look presentable (even though you already do)

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From the moment you two arrived at the hotel a certain spider demon took notice of your peculiar relationship.

You sat yourself at the bar along with mimzie.

"Soo you and the short guy fuckin'." Angel bluntly stated.

"Oh no no no. I'm straight. He's straight. But he's 100℅ mine." You explained.

"Oh like a bromance shorta thing, that's cute." Mimzie said while sipping on her drink.

"How long you two been together." Angel insist on considering you a couple.

"From the start."

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Hi I really liked your alastor and teen!reader fic, could you write more about that please?

Alastor x teen reader (platonic)

letss get ittt

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"I swear if you were hell born you'd be in the sloth ring." Alastor commented as he tried to get you off the couch. "Get up, Y/n."

"Imma get up in a minute." You waved him off as you started to fall back asleep. You were laying on your stomach with you face shoved into a decorative pillow.

"Yeah, they ain't movin'" Angel laughed. Alastor sighed and sat on your back.

You groaned as he made himself comfortable.

"umm Alastor are they okay?" Charlie was as worried as ever.

"Oh, they're fine. In fact, seeing them so comfortable made me want to relax a bit." He snikered.

"asshole." You muttered.

You felt a weight on your legs and looked up to see Husk sitting on them.

"Really?"

He just shrugged with a smile as he made himself comfortable as well.

You groaned and tried to move to no avail.

"I'm allowing you to sleep yet you want to get up." Alastor sneered, "I don't see the problem."

"The problem is that YOU'RE BEING ANOYING DAD." It took you a second to realize what you just said but when you did it was to late to get away.

Angel and Vaggie erupted in laughter as you wiggled your way from under them.

"What did you call me."

"Nothing asshole." You said while retreating to your room to not be seen for the rest of the day.

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Blood demon art: Botanical Garden P1, P2, P3, P4, P5, P6, P7, P8 (current)

demon slayer masterlist

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It's been days since you've been back and your father has you on watch with his most trusted demon, Kokushibo. Currently you and kokushibo were outside of the castle 'having a breather' as he would say.

"Koku, What happened to Akaza?" You asked as you followed through the darkness, He never said where you were going but you knew you were safe with him.

"I don't know." Was all he said as he kept his eyes forward.

"What about Douma?"

"Who knows."

"Daki and Gyotaro?"

"Red light district."

"Is that where we're going?"

"No."

"Then where are we going?"

"Wait and see." He flashed a small but rare smile. That smile quickly went away as you asked more questions.

It was like you were playing 21 questions and kokushibo's patience was gone.

"Enough questions y/n." He stopped walking and you almost bumped into his legs. "We're here."

You peek around his legs and instantly your face lights up.

"A FLOWER FIELD!" You screamed in excitement and took off running through them. It was as far as the eye could see. There were many different flowers, roses, poppies, lilies, salvias, and more. The night sky dulled the colors but you could see each different shade.

"Don't go to far, this place is home to civilians. I don't feel like killing tonight." He chuckled at your excitement.

"OKAY!" You screamed back at him with the biggest smile.

"And don't be too loud." He added as he watched you have the time of your life.

You played for hours with kokushibo. You put flowers in his hair. You convinced him to help you make flower crowns for the other uppermoons.

You made a Boquet for your father with every kind of flower you could find.

'he might not like it but I'll give it to him anyway.' You thought as gathered everything to get ready to leave. The last one you picked up was for Akaza, a flower crown with pink and blue flowers.

You hadn't seen him since you've been back. You that he's at the castle but you can never find him, you wouldn't find out about any meetings until they were over.

Whenever you mention it to Muzan he dismisses you.

"C'mon y/n the sun will be up soon." He held his hand for you to take as the both of you walked back to the castle.

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𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅— diluc x fem!reader. 2.1k. ao3

yours and diluc's love has captured the hearts of teyvat, thanks to the steambird and the kamera. in my head this takes place in another fic im working on so the reader only has one arm.

You marry in a simple gown of silk. There’s enough heft of the silk, as it spills around your arms and babbles down your body like a brook, spilling onto the floor, to show off its price. Your flowers drip from the bouquet in your hands– They drip, not droop. Cecilias and lilies, nothing more than an extension of your beauty. 

Your ladyship, the official bits of it, are donned with a strong kiss. One where Diluc has his hand on your lower back and the other on the side of your face– the side that isn’t being photographed. 

Three photos come from the wedding: One of you walking down the aisle: cobblestones lining outside the winery. Lined by simple flowers, a small party gathered to witness. Two, of the kiss. Swooped, leg slightly lifted, completely and contently at Diluc’s mercy. Three, of your head tossed back in laughter and Diluc’s warm gaze trained intently on you, a fond expression on his face. 

It’s later that month when Mona presents you with the newspaper. She had, after all, advised you on when the perfect day to get married would be. All for a hefty price, of course. But if luck couldn’t be bought, you could certainly try. The front page, however, is something like a gossip magazine. MARRIED FOR THE STARS. Step into the whimsical wedding of the century. 

And it’s those three photos. You hide your face behind the newspaper. 

“You know, you should be pleased. People pay thousands of mora for a chance to be right there,” Mona titters, crossing her arms. “You could at least act grateful.” 

“Oh, Mona… We didn’t need a cover page. We didn’t even need it to be broadcasted!” You protest, though there’s a girlish fluttering in your chest. 

“It’s not like anyone else of such caliber is getting married,” Mona huffs. “You should be honored!” 

Diluc is beet red when he sees the cover page. He hides himself behind his hands, fingers hiding under his fringe. “This is mortifying,” He bemoans. 

“I say Donna crying,” Kaeya says, with a shit eating grin and he looks over the front page, turning to page three for the full article. “Just absolutely inconsolable.” 

“Poor thing,” You hum, sufficiently less embarrassed since Diluc seemed to be embarrassed plenty for the both of you. “Maybe we should get it framed.” 

“Hang it up in Angel’s Share,” Kaeya agrees. “Right next to the collection of best wine awards. What do you think, Diluc?” 

“I don’t think it needs to be hung up,” Diluc says, muffled by his hands. 

“I’m going to hang it up,” Kaeya says. “I’ll get a fresh copy from Mona, so you can hold onto this one. Has Adelinde seen it yet?” 

“Yes,” Diluc says, still muffled. 

“I think everyone’s seen it,” You chime in, grinning as you reach over to tuck a strand of Diluc’s hair behind his ear. His face is certainly warm. 

It’s to no surprise that the weddings that follow for the next few years are inspired by the nation of love. That there’s thousands of attempts to grab the same photos, but none of them have the same candidness to that first kiss you shared with Diluc as husband and wife. None of the dresses have the same water-like texture, none of the flowers are fresh in the same way. 

It could be said for money. But the wind was a perfect whisper, rippling through your gown and your hair, keeping Diluc’s hair out of his face. Rumor was that the Anemo Archon favored the Ragnvindr’s love so greatly he made a personal appearance. 

When you’re invited to Fontaine– When Diluc is invited to Fontaine for a wine festival, he grumbles about it. About the journey, about how he has to leave home for months on end. Even though you’re coming with him, he still grumbles. He’s fond of his manor, he’s fond of the way that you’ve bled into every aspect of it. Brightening it with light colors and gauzy curtains, fresh-scented candles. 

He grumbles less, because you’re so excited to go. You’ve listened to your tailor speak for hours about how beautiful the land of water is, about how the art is so rich and the food richer. You’ve listened to nearly every ballet and every opera on the gramophone. And your tailor has treated you so well, to fashions typical and atypical of the nation. 

(His business had boomed too, after the wedding dress. However, he saved his best work for the Ragnvindrs. He’d be lying if he wasn’t hoping to make another splash in his hometown.) 

Fontaine treats the Ragnvindrs kindly. They have first class tours, with nearly everything included. A villa instead of a hotel room. Nightly escapades to the finest shows Fontaine has to offer. For your first journey to the Opera, you’re buzzing with excitement. 

The gown that’s been made for you in warm blue, with shimmers and hugs your figure. It’s a far cry from the simple dresses you wear back home: modest and breathable. With this one, you wrap a shawl around your shoulders and stand in front of the mirror, doing last minute adjustments. 

Diluc is too filled with energy to sit still for so long, focused on just one thing. He hides it well, and age has slowed him down considerably from when he was nothing but a young firecracker. He’s just gotten better at hiding it. At least, he’ll do it for you. He comes up behind you, resting a hand on your hip. The accents on his suit complement your dress, his hair pulled back in a bow of the same fabric. 

He leans forward to press a kiss to the top of your shoulder, hand sliding to rest securely over your stomach. His other trails down your arm to hold your hand, gently adjusting your engagement ring, which glints in the lamplight. 

“Do everything with this hand,” Diluc says, hunched over so his cheek can rest on your shoulder, facing towards your neck. Here, he has perfect access to the scent of your perfume. 

“I don’t think anyone is mistaking me as single,” You reply. Not when the lovable oaf of your husband is draped over you. Not when he stands so close to you the two of you might as well wear the same concoction of perfume and cologne. 

Diluc hums and straightens up. 

“Well. Let me escort you, my lady,” Diluc says, giving a slight bow. 

You respond with a beaming smile and a small curtsey. 

Diluc captures your lips in a kiss, pulling away with furrowed brows. 

“What’s wrong?” You ask. 

“You’re just too beautiful,” Diluc replies. 

This time, the newspaper comes much faster. You’re on page three, under a fashion column. MONDSTAT’S PRINCE CHARMING AND CINDERELLA. The article speaks of how such patrons of the arts were so much more patrons of each other, madly in love by gaze alone. 

You’re whisked away to the gala: the actual event you’ve come for. The finest gown is for that night: off the shoulder with large sleeves, tailored and glittering, beaded details accentuated by the diamonds around your neck. There’s a frown on Diluc’s face as he gets ready, does up his buttons and does up his tie. 

When prompted on what soured his mood, he simply replies: “I don’t want to socialize.” 

You laugh, tinkling bells through the room. 

“What?” Diluc asks. “They like you so much more than they like me.” 

“Oh, but you’re the one they want to talk to,” You say, coming over to him. You smooth your hand over his lapel. “I think they just like looking at me.” 

“They should talk to you instead,” Diluc replies. “You’re so much more interesting than I am.” 

“And share me with the world?” You tilt your head. 

“Oh, good point.” Diluc slides his hand back around your waist. The dress truly is something to marvel. Such a marriage of Fontaine’s couture and Mondstadt's simplicity. Diluc’s gaze can’t leave your waist, can’t leave your chest. “Good point.” 

The Steambird gets a quip from you that night, a bright eyed, pink haired girl with a camera approaches you and Diluc, begging for a photo. She has many questions, and expresses such to you, but will only ask you for one. And to forgive her because it’s not wine related. (“Good,” Diluc had said, mostly to himself and you, “I’ve spoken enough about wine.” Charlotte had beamed at that.) 

“Everyone’s been calling you Teyvat’s true fairytale,” She says, recording device poised. “Do you have any advice for those of us trying to find our own fairytale?” 

You laugh, and look up at Diluc, placing a hand on his chest. In turn, his hand sits dutifully at your lower back. He looks down at you, a fond expression on his face. 

“I don’t think there’s a script to it,” You say, tearing your gaze away from Diluc. “I think it just happens.” 

“You can’t be looking for it,” Diluc adds on, his gaze never leaving you. 

RECIPE FOR A FAIRYTALE

A Mondstadt love story is not unheard of. If anything, it has permeated our childhoods, with so many famous tales coming from the land of romance. Growing up, these tales of princes and princesses, who find true love after a fearsome trial of strength, bravery and wit seem so out of reach, as if they linger as stories painted in constellations. Gorgeous to gaze at, charming to consume, delightful to dream about. 

There must be something in the Mondstadt air, whether it be the scent of windwheel asters or the Anemo Archon’s own blessing, given that Teyvat’s own fairytale hails from the tranquil nation. That Ragnvindrs won the hearts of Teyvat when they got married. Sources at the time revealed photos of the event, two lovers intertwined in their own world, speckled by the sunlight filtering through the translucent clouds in the sky. Their vows promised a lifetime of never-ending love, and their kiss was sealed with a warm brush of wind. 

Their love has not run dry. Tonight, at the Festin de Boire, Diluc Ragnvindr and his lady, Ophelia, continue their tour of Fontaine. Dressed by Fontaine’s own Herbert Agustin, the two are fit for on-stage royalty. Diluc’s suit is finely tailored, a warm, dark brown that highlights his cabernet eyes and acts as logs on a hearth for his flaming mane. Tonight, it’s tamed by a ribbon the same shade as his wife’s gown. A stunning, off the shoulder champagne piece with sleeves that billow out and come together around the wrist, embroidered by pearls. Tonally, it matches the bubbling drinks in their hands. It would be remiss to not discuss the stunning set of diamonds that sprawled across her collarbone in long droplets. 

The banquet attendees are just as smitten with the Ragnvindrs as I am. Witnessing the attentiveness of Diluc and the grace of Ophelia, it’s hard to not raise my own crumbling standards when it comes to a partner. Not once did I see his hand leave her waist, lower back or cheek for longer than a few breaths. 

When I spoke with them for a brief moment, it was like gazing into a snowglobe, where a prince and princess stand, eternally in love. Accentuated by the quartet playing, the two of them struggled to pull their gazes away from each other. Truth be told, the two looked so stunning up close, I struggled to pull my own gaze away. 

I asked our lovers the question on all of our minds, one that circulates my own to no end. Do they have any advice on how we can find our own fairytale? 

Ophelia rested her hand on his broad chest, a smile on her face. Diluc’s hand curved around her waist, resting on the bottom of her bodice before the dress expanded into its fullness. It is easy to imagine them back at their winery, standing in their garden in the same position. The same love painted on their faces, only with crystal flies circling about them instead of servers carrying plates of hor d'oeuvres and glasses of wines. 

“I don’t think there’s a script to it,” Ophelia told me, though her words floated up in the direction of her husband. She further confirmed: “I think it just happens.” 

Diluc, who had told me he was glad for the opportunity to discuss matters other than wine (and, if I must make my own conclusions, was euphoric to discuss his wife), added the big secret: “You can’t be looking for it.” 

To think that such a cherished romance simply fell into their laps is almost astonishing. To see such a fairytale, to learn that it came without slaying any dragons, that it fell like an autumn leaf or a ripe bulle fruit… It is the thing of dreams. And perhaps a reminder that the best things in life come to us when we aren’t looking.