𝒃𝒆𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅— Diluc X Fem!reader. 2.1k. Ao3

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.

Ritsu

You can fall asleep any where. When he finds you sleeping on your food he is not surprised.

Everytime he finds you he picks you up and brings you to a proper bed. You gladly accept and wrap around him like a koala.

But as soon as the sun goes down you can never sleep. You do everything but sleep. You sometimes even wake him up just to cuddle and talk.

He might even find you using your powers to float around your house just so you don't have to walk

"Ritsu... Psssst. Ritsu." You whispered while shaking him roughly. He jumped up.

"What is something wrong?" He pulled you into a protective hug while looking all around.

You giggled, "no silly, I just couldn't sleep."

He looked over at the clock on the nightstand. 3:34 am. He sighed deeply, laid down with you in his arms. He went back to sleep.

Shou

He practically drags you around everywhere. Sleeping or not. Constantly tries to wake you up but never works.

Threatens to leave you wherever you are if you don't wake up or to drop you cause you don't want to walk.

I can see him trying skin care routines with you, like face masks, foot masks and different lotions without during the middle of the night.

Also during the middle of the night to try and tire you would practice your powers on each other.

"So how long do I have to keep this on my face." Shou called out to you from the bathroom. "Ten minutes, then peel it off." You replied.

It was 2 in the morning but neither of you cared.

When the 10 minutes were up and he peeled it off he went to find you in the bed knocked out, snoring n all.

He smiled turning off the light and joining you in bed.

It was one of the very few times you slept before the sun came up.

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reticent-writer

2 years ago

I wonder though. Since I saw your Giyuu with adopted child fiction. I would love headcanons if Giyuu had introduced the child to the pillars

◡̈⋆ʜᴇʟʟᴏ(●’◡’●)ﾉ I'm glad you liked it

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Giyuu has never been so nervous for s meeting before. Some how word got out that Giyuu had a child and everyone got curious.

Shinobu was teasing him about having a wife or a girlfriend but he shot that down and said he found you

That opened a new can of worms that made everyone think he kidnapped you so they demanded to meet you

At the meeting kagaya wasn't there yet and all the hashira surrounded you and giyuu, bombarding you with questions

Even Sanemi asked a question although it was a bit backhanded but still

You shrunk back into your fathers arms, he hugged you securely making sure you knew it was okay

Luckily they got the memo and backed off a bit (expect for Mitsuri who found you absolutely adorable)

When Kagaya got there he congratulated giyuu on his recent fatherhood (secretly wishing he could still see)

"I'm proud of you, Y/n. I know you were scared but you didn't run away good job." Giyuu praised you as he got you ready for bed.

The day had really tired you out, you talked a lot to the hashira much to giyuu's surprise. He could tell you enjoyed yourself.

"Thank you papa, I had fun, I wanna go to every meeting" You were falling asleep while talking

"I know." Giyuu chuckled. "Good night." He tucked you in and kissed your forehead before going to bed.

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reticent-writer

2 years ago

*sad giyuu noises* :'<

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reticent-writer

3 years ago

what the fuck is wrong with you? why are you writing xiao x a CHILD ??

It's platonic obviously.

I thought that was implied but I guess not

If you look at my pinned post at 'what I write' it literally says platonic only for CHILD reader.

At least look before you come at me like that.😑

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reticent-writer

2 years ago

How about the hashira meeting Male Reader who's a demon similar to Sun Wukong from Journey to the West he likes to play pranks and fight with strong people and carries a staff that can grow and shrink he also has monkey features and can make clones of himself and is immortal they find out when they cut his head off only for another one to pop out

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You a demon. Like an actual demon, not made from a flower but a true demon. You don't eat people usually, you don't burn in the sun either. You do your own thing.

You said you would help the demon slayers cause muzan is "giving real demons a bad name", but who said you were going to be 100℅ cooperative.

Rengoku

You train with him a lot

he liked that fact that your fighting style is so unpredictable it keeps him on his toes

He doesn't even have to worry about you dying cause you come regenerate

just don't play a prank on him

Tengen

Loves the fact that you March to the beat of your own drum

also love pulling pranks on people with you but if you play a prank on him or his wives it will take a long time for him to forgive you

Sanemi

You play a lot of pranks on him just piss him off

calls you 'monkie boy' which you hate

Obanai

Your main victim for all your pranks

he wishes he could kill you

he has tried but you come back just to laugh at him

When you go on missions with him Kaburamaru sometimes coils around your staff

Giyuu

You go on missions with him a lot

His calm demeanor balance your wild and unpredictable personality (like Tang Sanzang)

Muichirou

pranking kind right here

you have an idea and he is already putting it in motion

When you go on missions with him you usually shrink down and stay on his shoulder hoping he would forget about you so you could scare him later (it never works)

Shinobu

You are most well behaved around her, even helping her prepare medicine and gather materials, sometimes using your powers

You were her taste tester for poisons and medicines

they wouldn't kill you so why not

Mitsuri

You love training with her

No matter how hard you try she is the one person who can beat you

her headlocks are deadly but you didn't want to hurt her trying to break free so you waited until she let go

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reticent-writer

1 year ago

Can we get Muzan but he has twin male children, who in the Uppermoons eyes are way more threatening and terrifying then Muzan, the twins are very overprotective of Muzan when he isn’t looking, and Muzan believes that his boys are sweet and harmless, but the twins are always killing anything and everyone who even looks at their father the wrong way

Another Papa Muzan scenario! After I just made one, it’s okay though! Let’s do another Papa Muzan!

Kibutsuji Muzan- Trio of Disaster

Can We Get Muzan But He Has Twin Male Children, Who In The Uppermoons Eyes Are Way More Threatening And

Muzan loves his twin sons to death and he will happily murder anybody, demon or human, who dare to try insult nor suppress his children. They are just as high power as Muzan and their privileges may or may not twist their point of view into believing they are unstoppable with how much Muzan spoiled them

Muzan isn’t aware of how his Upper Moons are more terrified of his sons then him. He wouldn’t be upset if so, he’d be relieved that his sons are becoming so much like their father and he would encourage them to continue maintaining their image. Muzan feels pride for his princes of the demons

Muzan is overprotective towards his twins, and that passionate treatment is traded back on the twins’ behalf. They hiss and bark at anybody who merely looks at their father, and that includes striking at Tanjiro when he first comes across Muzan. The twins value their father too much to let him be tainted, even in the slightest

Muzan isn’t aware of how the twins attack demons and humans he speaks to, behind his back. As much as he loves his sons, he isn’t really aware of how they really are like. He simply believes they are angels, unable to do anything wrong but they are truly as rotten as him

Muzan will argue hysterically with his Upper Moons over his sons. Proclaiming they are innocent and pure, as they always are with their father. As they torture Gyokko and Hantengu for daring to breath in their father’s direction wrong. The twins are rather cruel and evil but their intentions are centred around their father

Muzan loves taking his sons out to everywhere he goes. To Shibuya, to Tokyo, to the nearby River, to the Ubuyashiki household. Muzan will never leave his sons out and he constantly has them right besides him. He just can’t stand being away from his lovely sons

Muzan is very attached to his lovely twins. He has had them for so long, he can’t even express how much he adores them. Sure, he adopted them when he turned them into demons to save their lives for his selfish gain but that original reason has converted into a real fatherly love

Muzan likes buying presents for his twins. Even if he has to get his claws dirty to get them, he always comes back with lots of gifts for his sons and this kinda enables their entitled, aggressive nature. Muzan could care less, he loves his sons and he doesn’t bat a eye at the remarks he gets over them being unnecessarily cruel to everybody

Muzan will never bring his twins into a mission nor fight, under any circumstance. The final battle including him, he hides them away and proclaims his love for them is infinite. Sure, when he doesn’t come back, the twins are distraught and cry for days over their father’s defeat but they know they must carry on the legacy

“Boys. Come here, give Father a hug… this is sadly a serious situation but I need you two to run away. Hide, avoid the slayers as much as possible. They will come after you, and I love you two too much to let them hurt you. For Father, save yourselves”

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reticent-writer

2 years ago

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 :

NGL, I Liked Your Oneshots Of The Yuzuya Fantasy Au. Can You Draw Two Things, One Of Each Possible Ending?

And the not so fluff ending :

More of my art

Also the oneshot if ya wanna

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reticent-writer

3 years ago

What I write

Fluff

Angst

Oneshot

Headcannons

What I don't write

Smut

Yandere

Pedo stuff (huge age gaps)

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He/him - She/her - They/them pronouns are used

I do write child readers (platonicly only)

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reticent-writer

1 year ago

first post of the year letss gooooooo

demon slayer spoilers. This is very short.

demon slayer masterlist

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Imagine being Muzan's younger sibling who ate a blue spiderlily and knowing where they bloom but not telling Muzan cause your scared of what he'll do. Instead you go to the demon slayer corps and tell them everything you know just to go back to your brother and act like you didn't betray him, even though he knows. Every meeting you gather information to give to the demon slayers and at the end you watch them fight muzan while trying to watch him from the shadows but he knocks down the building u were hiding behind and everything stops once he sees you.

You start to cry while he tries to kill you, hashira and kakushi protecting you. In the end you watch him turn into a big baby and burn in the sunlight, not realizing that the sun is burning you too. But you let it.

The end

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reticent-writer

2 years ago

may i request a redson and mk x s/o like they both like the same person i feel like they would be rivals for their love or something hopefully this makes sense have a good day!

Red son liked you first and didn't show it

Until he knew MK liked you

It was obvious to any one who has eyes that they both had a crush on you

It's like that meme when your back is turned they are fighting but when you turn to look at them they act like nothing happened

MK was more upfront about his feelings toward you

You knew both of them liked you, you just didn't know what to do

Mei would tease you about choosing one but you just couldn't

Red son was a lot nicer around you and did small acts of kindness

While Mk was more of a physical person

In private they would be going back and forth about how they loved you more than the other

"Fine then. If you don't believe that I like them more than you, I'll just confess before you." Red son said storming out of pigsy's noodles and towards your place.

*que dramatic Mk gasp*

"I'll bet you to it." Mk raced out of the noodle shop past red son who started to run after him.

When they got to your place they were pushing past each other to get to you. They were both talking at the same time going back and forth.

You were surprised that they were even at your house.

"What are you doing her and why are you arguing." You asked tilting your head to the side.

Red son shoved mk so hard that he fell on the floor. You were about to help him when Red son stopped you. "I like you Y/n. I-"

"I LIKE YOU MORE." Mk cut the demon off.

Red son was fuming but you were trying to hold back a laugh.

They started arguing again but quickly turned to you.

"WHO DO YOU LIKE MORE." They said in sync.

"I don't know. I'll have to think about it." You teased putting a hand on both of their shoulders. Red son was about to loose it while Mk looked defeated.

Poor boys.

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