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vsimp · 10 months

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pairing: kamisato ayato x f!reader

wc: 3k

genre: angst

summary: where you are in an arranged marriage with him and you rarely ever see him

warning: somewhat traditional housewife roles, negative thoughts

What a cruel fate it was, to fall in love with a man who neither loves or hates you.

To spend long, cold nights alone. A large, indifferent room divided by two separate futons.

You knew that your husband was a busy man. He worked all night, barely resting during the day, and every time you’ve caught glimpse of his office, there was always a huge mess laying around on his desk. But having been married to him for such a long time, you felt that the distance between you two grew longer and longer every day.

In the morning, you would greet him with the biggest smile you could muster. He would greet you back with the same gentle smile everyday. At this point, you knew what his real smile looked like. You don’t recall when the last time he’s ever given you one.

If Miss Ayaka and Thoma were busy, and you dined alone with your husband, the table would be silent. You didn’t know what to say, and he’d also be reading over papers while eating, so you were afraid to disturb him. If the two were present, or if there were any other guests, Ayato would be more active in the conversation, joking lightheartedly and appearing like he was actually enjoying himself.

This man did not treat you unkindly despite having these feelings that lurked in your chest. In fact, it was the opposite. He was a true gentleman every time you interacted with him. He would open the door for you while you two walked together. He would pull out the chair when you wanted to sit. He would hold your hand and escort you to any event, or if you were getting on/off a carriage.

But it was all superficial. It felt like he was forcing himself to do these actions for you. You couldn’t even tell what his intentions are for doing so. You couldn’t tell if he just disliked you, disliked this arranged marriage, or if he just wanted people to see what a loving husband he was, that everything was okay right now even though it really wasn’t.

From touchless nights to meaningless small talk, your heart ached at the thought of everything. You don’t ever recall the last time he’s kissed you on the lips in private. You don’t recall the last time he’s ever opened up to you about the depths of his heart, from the things that scared him the most, to the things that has made him truly happy.

And while you know that a relationship thrives off of communication, you couldn’t help but feel scared. You were scared that the man in front of you would grow even colder, shutting off the depths of his heart forever, pushing you away if you were to ever confront him. Maybe he’d even take it to an extreme and call off the marriage with you, telling you that he never loved you, as this was really only an arrangement between your two families. Maybe he was in love with someone else prior to this marriage, and he has only reserved his heart for them all of these years.

You have seen his darker sides. He doesn’t think that anyone has noticed, but you have. You were always watching him, after all.

A more mischievous side of him existed deep down in there, a certain sly foxiness that could even rival Guuji Yae herself. Sometimes, it would scare you to see that forced smile on his face as if what lingered in his mind were true thoughts darker than what he had initially led on.

But despite his flaws, despite the mask he constantly wore around, you loved him. You loved him so much it hurt. You loved how he cared for people despite them being complete strangers to him. You loved his gentle smile as he holds your hand so tenderly when you accidentally trip. How could a man be so kind, yet so cruel to your heart?

And even as you laid in bed most nights alone, shedding tears as if you were the dark side of the crystal moon longing for the light of the sun, you still loved him regardless.

You were in your futon all alone as of this moment, staring at the ceiling. The room was pitch black and silent, other than the occasional sounds of the residual droplets from the passing rain. Ayato would never let you rest in a room that was cold, so the temperature was heated comfortably, yet you couldn’t help but bundle yourself up under the covers even more.

It was cold without him. You didn’t even realize when the last time he had actually went to bed in this room you both allegedly shared.

But it didn’t matter anyways because his futon laid far away from yours.

Your own husband wouldn’t even come near you when you’re together in the same room. You didn’t know if he just wanted to be respectful as a formality between husband and wife, or if he is repulsed by being in the same vicinity as you, but it hurt regardless.

You sighed as you covered your face with the blanket, trying to get rid of these harboring thoughts. It was no use, no matter what you did, you couldn’t stop thinking about your relationship with him every single night. He is what plagues your mind at night, like a thorn lodged deep in a fingertip. It was only soon that you will be bleeding out your love for him.

How could you make a scene about all of this anyways? You've seen how hard he works. You knew that everything he did, it was for the sake of protecting his family and home. Who were you to complain about how busy he was? That was another reason why you continued to keep silent. You thought that your worries meant nothing compared to his own.

Your mind was racing a mile per minute, and you knew you weren't able to get any sleep like this. You got up and out of your futon as you decided to go for a stroll around the estate. The guards protected the outside and prevented from anybody from coming in. As long as you walked around inside, there should be no problem with you strolling the corridors, so long as you remained quiet.

Lighting up a candle, you started meandering through the halls, your footsteps nearly silent with no goal or destination in mind. You didn't even realize your feet had automatically taken you to the doors of his office, the same door that you have stared at many times, knowing that your husband was in there, but you had no reason or courage to open. You see the dimly lit light through the translucent paper sheets, and you knew that tonight was going to be another long night with no rest for him.

You sighed, not remembering the last time you had been in his office, and you were about to step away, but the door suddenly slides open rather violently. You flinch in shock because you didn’t expect for anything to happen, as he usually never notices your presence.

"Who is there?" He said in a serious tone, and you were finally greeted by the man who plagued your every thought and dreams. His hand laid on the hilt of his sword, almost as if he was ready to strike down any intruder who was lurking in the shadows. But instead of drawing his sword, he blinked a few times, realizing it was just you who stood there. He instantly let go of the sword and his expression relaxed a bit, although his eyebrows were furrowed slightly to show confusion. "Y/n? What are you doing here? It is almost 2am right now."

His presence stunned you for a second before you snapped out of the current awe-struck daze you were in. It had been quite a while since you've seen his face. He was rarely home anymore, but when he was, he would be holed up in his office. You only ever see him to greet him when he returned back home, and sometimes when he leaves, as he had a habit of sneaking out secretly every so often.

"Oh." You were flustered at this unexpected situation. "I had trouble sleeping, so I decided to go for a walk..."

"Is something troubling you?" He asked in concern. "If it is work-related with the household, then I know Ayaka would be happy to give you a hand.”

"It's not that..." You shook your head. You didn't want him to worry about you, so you tell him a small lie. "It's just one of those nights..."

"I see."

"Have you been faring well?" You then asked him.

He gave you a small, gentle smile, but you have seen this many times. It was one of the masks he wore when he wasn’t telling the truth.

"I've been doing alright," he replied. Anybody would've believed him, as he would never appear disheveled in front of anybody, but from the way his eyes had a slight dark tint underneath them and the mess that apparently was his desk with papers and pens strewn everywhere, you knew that he was far from so. "I was actually looking to take a break soon from my paperwork. Since you probably will be up for a little bit, would you care to join me?"

An invitation from him was rare, and you immediately jumped ship. You nodded. "Let me go prepare some tea."

"Oh, there's no need to do that."

"Nonsense," you gave him a reassuring smile, knowing what he was going to say. He was so considerate as always, not wanting to trouble you. "It will only be a few.”

You start to walk down the hall to head to the kitchen, but you were surprised to hear footsteps behind you. Before you knew it, Ayato was walking beside you, and you could hear your heart thumping in your chest.

"Ayato?" You questioned.

It was dim, as the candle was the only thing that lit the dark halls, so you can barely make out his expression.

"I'll tag along with you then." He said softly, as to not wake anybody else up. "It will be a good change of pace from being stuck in my office all night."

To you, he was so hard to read at times. If he was accompanying you, he surely must have his reasons, as he had never used any of his personal time on you before. He only accompanied you outside when he had a special meeting at an event that required for both spouses to arrive. Those were the only times when he was somewhat affectionate. That was why you were nervous when he decided to come along with you, thinking he had an ulterior motive like he usual does. But a small, small part of you hoped that it was something else; that he wanted to join you because he missed you and just wanted to idly chat.

You stepped into the kitchen and then lit a brighter lantern to illuminate the room using your own candle. But before you could do anything else, you watched as Ayato's hand pushed a portion of your hair aside. You couldn't help but feel your cheeks heat up at the action, your eyes making its way towards him now that you were able to see his face.

He wore a gentle smile on his face as he looked down at you tenderly. A rare expression indeed, you’ve only noted him to give this look to Ayaka. It made your heart hurt a little as it thumped away in your chest, feeling like you could soar to the moon and never come back.

"Your hair was getting close to the flames, so I didn't want it to burn,” he explained.

"Oh..." You didn't know what else you could say. "Thank you..."

With that, you started boiling the kettle of water, your body moving to find tea leaves. Ayato watches on without speaking a word, and you two drift into a somewhat lulling silence.

As you prepared your leaves, Ayato interrupted the silence no sooner than later.

“There’s another event that the Kanjou Commission is hosting,” he said. There it was. He needed you to attend another political event with him. You were once so naive to think that he would actually spend time with you just because he wanted to. You knew he hated small talk and would rather get straight to the point. “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind attending it with me.”

Of course you didn’t mind, if it meant that you would be spending more time with him. But even if you did expect for this, you were still disappointed.

“Sure. When will it be?”

“In two months. They’re hosting a party event to discuss upcoming financial plans for the winter.”

You nodded, your hands a little rougher than usual as you crushed up the dried tea leaves in the mortar. Usually you would hide your emotions well, but it definitely showed in the way you pounded at the leaves.

If Ayato had noticed your switch in moods, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he went over to the cabinet to grab two cups for the tea.

“I appreciate it. Let me know if there’s anything else I can do for you.”

Another blatant lie fueled only by courtesy. He always says this whenever you did a favor for him. If you were to truly ask for a favor, he would have Thoma somehow fulfill it, or he would say that he was too busy to do it himself, and that he would make it up later. He would send a gift, picked out by either Thoma or Ayaka of course, to later apologize for not fulfilling your promise.

And although it has only happened four or five times before you’d stop asking him for favors, knowing that he was too busy to fulfill them, it still left a bitter feeling within you.

You felt that it was selfish for you to feel this way. You knew that he had lost his parents at a young age, having to resume the role as the leader of the Yashiro Commission and head of the Kamisato Clan very early in life. You thought it wasn’t right for you to feel bitter about small things like this. Yet, as you glanced at the man in front of you, who barely looked at you and instead stared at the bright full moon outside, your heart ached at this solemn expression— one that loomed with fatigue and tiredness.

Maybe what you truly longed for was his happiness. Maybe you wanted to share that happiness with him, although you knew it would be a long shot. So long as he was the head of the Yashiro Commission, the leader of the Shuumatsuban, there will always be a distance between you two, as he prioritized things differently from any other typical person. Even though he was in the same room as you right now, as the moon peaked through the small window, the cicadas singing in the distance, he still looked as alone as ever. Like there was an unmeasurable length between you two, and you were too afraid to cross it, in fear that you would never be able to reach him.

The kettle soon starts to heat up, and you take it off the flame to start steeping the tea leaves. A few minutes of silence passed, and you wondered then if he was going to leave immediately after he finished his tea. It was still hot, so you had a couple more minutes left with him, right?

You poured the tea carefully in the cup and then proceeded to hand it over to him.

“It’s hot, so be careful.”

“Thank you,” he smiled at you and graciously accepted the tea. He picked it up to his lips, blowing it a few times as he inhaled the scent. “This smells like a different type of tea than the one you served at the event the other day.”

You remembered that event. You were attending a birthday party for an old couple who were close friends with the Kamisato’s. You brewed that tea with extra care, knowing that Ayato was going to drink it on that very occasion.

“It was truly delicious,” he complimented and you felt your heart soar at his words once more. “I know I never told you this, but it was one of my favorite hot teas.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” I smiled, making note to remember that information. “This one that I brewed helps with stress and calms the mind.”

He took a sip once the tea is cooled down a bit more. “I can see how this one can have that effect. It’s a very mild, but calming flavor. It’s a good choice for you to brew this, since it will probably help you sleep.”

Actually, you had brewed it for him, so that he wouldn’t stress so much, but you held your tongue back. Instead, you took a sip of the hot tea, trying to match his pace so that you both could finish at the same time.

“I hope you like it,” you said.

“I do enjoy it quite a bit,” he replied with a small smile on his face. “I will take it to my office and savor it. I appreciate you willing to spend time with me.”

“It’s my pleasure.”

“I hope you get some sleep soon, and try not to stay awake for too long,” your husband stated. “Please pardon me, I must return to my work.”

You forced out a smile in return, knowing that he had cut his time off with you short on purpose.

“Have a good night, Ayato.”

He gave a small nod as he walked out with the tea in his hand. You waited for the door to fully shut before you leaned on the counter with your back pressed to it.

He didn't even wait to finish the tea before he left. He just went straight to the point, pushing you aside as if your feelings had never mattered to him in the first place.

Your hands gripped the ceramic tea cup tightly. It felt like if you had held it tight enough, it would shatter and break, scalding your skin like the way your husband did just now.

Your tears dripped into the tea, the salty solution messing with the delicate taste of the drink as you sipped it, not wanting anything to go to waste. What was once a calming, smooth taste was now bitter.

So, so bitter.

It was another cruel, lonely night that awaited you.

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fallingdownhell · 3 months

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Hi it's me again 😅

Is it okay if I request something very specific and angry cause I'm bad at writing fanfics.

Well if it's okay could you do a Ayato x Reader

«Where Reader is in an arrangement marriage with Ayato but despite this fact she somehow ended up falling in love with him. But for Ayato the Marriage was nothing other than a political stunt. So when you get a sickness you keep it a secret from him until Thoma had a enough tells Ayato but before Ayato could rescue you, you had already succumbed the illness. And lay on the floor in your own pool of blood. That was the day Ayato regretted he's life decisions the most. Had he just listened to he's heart instead of his brain, just maybe you would have told him»

Is this too much to ask?

Of course! I'm so sorry I'm so late with your request. Still hope that it's what you imagined it to be. Pairing: Ayato x Reader Content: female reader; arranged marriage; unhappy marriage; Hanahaki AU; blood; major character death; unhappy ending (if I forgot to mention something, please tell me and I'll add it!) Word count: 2,1k words Requested by: @smaika Hope you enjoy<3

Catching your breath again, you stare down at the bloodied tissue in your hands, mind empty.

It's gotten even worse now. The petals, that were smeared with blood, were now also accompanied by a few thornes scattered here and there.

Now you knew where that scratchy and uncomfortable feeling in your throat came from, at least. It was those thornes, most likely.

With shaking hands, you grab the headboard of the bed, sitting down on the bed while you try to calm yourself down again. The coughing fit has gone by, but there was still blood dripping from your lips. At least you didn't stain the bed sheets, or it would probably have rosen suspicion from the housekeepers.

It has been a few weeks now since this whole thing has started. It began with just a general feeling of getting sick. Just some slight nausea and a sore throat, nothing to wrack your brain too hard about. But then the coughing started, and nothing, no medicine or whatever else you tried seemed to help against it.

And then the blood and flower petals came into the mix. When you coughed up the first red petal, you instantly realized what it was you were suffering through. Coincidentally, that was also the moment when Thoma walked in on you and figured it out, as well.

He had been worried sick about you, seeing as you didn't seem to get better at all. That day, he returned from the city with a new medicine he had planned on giving to you, but when he walked in and saw you, hunched over the sink in the bathroom, blood and bloodied petals in there, it didn't take him long to figure it out.

He was already halfway out the room, hellbent on telling the Master of the estate, and your husband. But you begged him not to, pleaded to him to keep it between the two of you.

Thoma did not understand your reasoning behind this request, but he saw the desperation behind your eyes, and he just couldn't bring himself to act against your wishes. Because no matter the professional relationship you two had, you were also friends. And he just couldn't betray a friend like that.

So he reluctantly agreed, promising you not to tell a word about this to Ayato. But that didn't mean that he wouldn't still go out and try to find a cure for you.

And here you were now, weak and sick, sitting on the bed you shared with your husband and contemplating how you got to this point in your life. But deep down, you already knew how this all came to be, and also, how this whole thing would end..

Your marriage with Ayato was by far not the happy fairytale you had always dreamed it would be. The arrangements of the marriage had been taken care of years prior, without any of you two having a say in it in the first place.

You did only get to meet Ayato a total of three times before you were married of to him. And despite all those facts, you couldn't bring yourself to mind it all that much. The Ayato you got to know over the course of those few meetings was a kind and gentle one, respectful of your wishes, although a bit too caught up in matters of work and politics.

It didn't take much for you to actually fall in love with him. A few nice words and compliments from him, a nice gesture there and you were head over heels for him. And then seeing how kindly he treated his staff and his sister only sealed the deal for you.

You couldn't wait to get married to him and recieving that same loving and respectful treatment from him as his wife, looking forward to the days that would be ahead of you, together with him by your side as your husband.

What you didn't expect however, was the complete turn he did one the marriage ceremony was dealt with.

Every time you tried to engage in conversation with him, trying to get to know your husband better, he would shut you down or just flat out ignore you. Every time you tried to touch him, even as innocent as laying a hand on his shoulder to get his attention, he would push you away from him.

You were attending social events with him, though he never held your hand and didn't bother to keep you around him. You slept in the same room together, in the same bed even, and he has never made a move on you even once this entire time.

Often times, he comes to bed long after you've already fallen asleep and is already awake again by the time you get up in the morning. At first you brushed it off as him being crowded with work, or even a bit shy about this new arrangement. However, since his behaviour towards you never changed, you couldn't help but begin to think that there was an actual intent behind it. Wether that was because he didn't like this marriage, or you specifically, you couldn't tell, because he wouldn't talk to you.

But you were certain that those events are what led you to your current situation at hand.

Hanahaki disease..

A disease stemming from unrequitted love towards another person. One that would kill the affected person if those feelings were not returned.

No one really knows how this disease came to be and there wasn't really much that could be done about it, either. Once affected with it, there were only really a few ways to handle this situation.

One. You could simply do nothing at all, but that would lead to your certain death.

Two. There were surgeries available, though these procedures are still very much experimental, and a huge side effect would be loosing any and all feelings towards the person that the affected one had feelings for in the first place.

Or three. You could tell Ayato about your predicament. But knowing him by now, he wouldn't care about it, which would only result in you nearing your end sooner.

You appreciated Thoma for going out there and trying to find some form of other cure, but you and him were both well aware that there wasn't any. He was reaching for solutions that just weren't there.

You had briefly considered the option of undergoing such an experimental surgery, but ultimately decided against it. It just didn't feel right to you, staying married to a man that you wouldn't feel anything for. No joy, happiness, sadness.. nothing. But, were you really ready to give your life for him...?

A moment later, your train of thoughts got interrupted by the opening door of your bedroom, a familiar blonde head poking through the opening. You looked at Thoma, who carefully entered the room and closed the door behind him, kneeling down in front of you.

He looked at the bloodied tissue in your hands, noticing the thornes mixed in there.

"It got worse..", were his quietly spoken words. You couldn't muster a respone, only a small, weak nod. Thoma then gently pulled the tissue from your graps, throwing it in the trash, before he returned to your side.

"I'll help you lay down. You need to rest, (Name)."

You just nodded again, not having the energy to argue with him right now. He helped you to lay down on the bed, a warm hand brushing over your forehead and almost immediately after that, you blacked out from pure exhaustion.

........

Thoma has had enough. He had no idea why you were so hellbent on not telling Ayato about your condition, but he couldn't take it anymore. Even if it meant breaking his promise to you, he could no longer just stand by and watch his friend wither away and die while he could do nothing about it.

If there was a chance that all this could be fixed, he just had to take the risk now. He's waited far too long already, the guilt eating away at him more and more with each passing day.

Quick, determined footsteps echoed from the halls as the blonde aimed for the office of the head master of the Yashiro commission, knowing that he usually locks himself in there the entire day to get his work done.

Out of pure politeness, Thoma still knocked, though he did not wait for an answer from his Lord this time around. Instead, he swiftly opened the door and entered the room, quickly closing the door behind him again as to not cause too much attention from the other staff.

Ayato, sitting at his table, hunched over many papers, did not even look up when the blonde went and stood right in front of the desk.

"Did something important come up, Thoma?", he asks, though the tone in his voice is void of any actual interest in his answer.

"Yes, my Lord. It's about (Name)."

At this, Ayato sighed heavily, dropping his pen and squinting his eyes, rubbing his temples like the topic brought him great pain.

"Look, I know what you want to say, but we've been over this. It was an arranged marriage that was mutually agreed upon by both our parents. Just because she's my wife does not mean-!"

"She's dying, Ayato!", Thoma interrupted him and that sentence quickly shut the Commissioner up. Would he not have been so shocked over the statement itself, he would have been shocked about the untypical rude behaviour displayed by Thoma right now.

"..What do you mean by that?", he asked instead after a few beats of pure silence, in which Ayato tried to comprehend what was just said to him.

"Exactly that. (Name) is dying if you don't get up and finally talk to them about everything. I know you like to tell yourself that you don't feel anything for her and that you're keeping her out of things, but you're just making it worse for her.

I.. I don't think she can make it much longer."

Ayato wanted to laugh. Surely, this was all just a cruel joke the both of you decided to play on him, maybe your newest strategie to get him to pay attention to you. But this is Thoma standing in front of him. He doesn't joke about this kind of stuff.

Realizing now how dire the situation must be, Ayato quickly got up and headed towards your shared bedroom, where Thoma told him you were resting at the moment. The sooner he got this all handled with, the better.

Soon after, he stood infront of the bedroom door, gently knocking on it. He didn't want to startle you in case you were still sleeping in there. When no response came, he gently slid the door open, only to freeze in shock because of the scene that played out in front of him.

There you were, laying on the floor, your body pale and almost lifeless, as a puddle of blood was next to your head, blood still dripping from your lips.

"(Name)!" Without even realizing what he was doing at first, Ayato rushed right over to your side, turning you to your back. When you didn't show any reaction however, he began shouting for help while tears began to form in his eyes..

This couldn't be happening..

Not like this...

He didn't even notice when Thoma and a bunch of other people, who had also heard his desperate shouting, entered the room. They were gathering around you, Thoma frantically dropping down and searching for a pulse from you.

And Ayato knew..

He knew that you were gone, even before he saw that sad look in Thoma's eyes and the slow, little, almost unnoticable shake of his head.

But... this had to have been just a dream, right? A nightmare, that he's going to wake up from soon.

Surely, this wasn't really happening... he couldn't just have lost you like this..

He thought he was doing the right thing by keeping you at a distance, keeping you out of the dangers that dealing with certain people does involve. He didn't want for you to corrupt like him, to stay your pure and unapologetically kind self.

To know now that this was the wrong decision, that he basically killed you himself...

He should have just induldged you, talked to you, treating you like he should have, like you really were his wife..

Maybe then all of this wouldn't have happened..

Maybe then, you'd still be alive right now...

But now it's too late. And all he could do right now, is to hold you in his arms, right here with Thoma, and mourn the way things went...

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whorerificstuff · 1 year

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What if you and this male character were expecting a baby....

At first he was so excited to meet them, you were too after trial and errors to conceive a child. He knew you wanted a baby and he was there to give that. He knew you were pregnant the moment you ran through the bathroom door. The same symptoms that of a pregnant woman. But you wanted to make sure you really have a life growing inside of you. And you were. You were happy, he was happy to start a family with you.

Sometimes he would see you check yourself in the mirror everyday. And each passing day your stomach grew bigger and bigger till it was visible to everyone that you, his adorable and beautiful wife is carrying his child.

He saw how much you love the unborn baby. No, Words could not comprehend how much you anticipate to meet them.

Then there was that time he woke up with you gone. That made him jolt right up in panic only to see you grinning ear to ear, eyes sparkling in ecstasy at him. He let out a sigh of relief.

"They're kicking"

That's what you said, your cheeks now dusted in pink. He couldn't help but stare at you, your hair was a little messy, a few strands in disarray but nevertheless you were still ethereal in his eyes.

You reached out for him to stand up and led his hand to your baby bump. He was very careful and gentle as he pressed his palm on you. He couldn't help but smile too when he felt the kick. He knelt down telling the unborn child that he wishes to see them and to not make things hard for you during labour. He felt you brush his unruly hair as you told him, eyes heartfelt and like a loving wife and mother would, that no matter what the cost, no matter how painful it is, you wish for your baby to be healthy and see the world. You smiled your eyes squinting a bit. They were full of undisputed love and he wish to see them every waking moment.

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The skies were in their darkest shades of gray and the pour of rain was unforgiving. The atmosphere was mournful, somber very appropriate for a funeral.

He held the umbrella to protect himself and the little bundle from the rain. He stared down at a grave, his eyes were tired, dull, a very expressive lament in them as if he had been crying for the longest time till he couldn't anymore, and on that stone protruding on the surface of the wet earthly floor carved, is your name. You didn't make it. He was unable to shed any more tears. He already cried far too much. All he felt was loss and an immeasurable amount of grief. He hears the baby coo in his arm, the baby that you left him, the child that you both made out of love for each other, the only thing connected to you.

Everyone that attended your funeral all left and shared their grief and respect. It was only him and a few concerned friends that stayed watching him mourn from the background.

Your brother decided to finally approach him, he has the same doleful expression as the others that attended your funeral and the same look of sympathy for him, the husband, and the father of your child. Your brother told him it was time to leave, that the rain is cold for the baby. He was hesitant to leave but complied for the baby's sake.

His and your friends and relatives were worried for him. Your mother offered to stay with him till he knows how to care for the baby himself. It didn't take long for him though, but even without anyone's help he would still learn how to care for his baby daughter, but he'd rather much have you see him struggle, to try and try until he got the hang of it. He wanted you to praise him to tell him he was doing well, but alas, you aren't there. The home you used to share feels painfully quiet without you. His heart aches everytime he sees every trinkets that you bought and decorated all over the house. Everything reminds him of you. Especially the little baby who's soundly sleeping on the comfiest cradle that you have chosen, you were right about the baby being a girl, he could never argue with you, you're always right, all except when you told him you're gonna be there for your baby girl, to hold her, to feed her, to wake up every night, to watch her grow into a beautiful young lady, like her mother.

He couldn't sleep in his first night without you, and the next day, and the days after that. The bed was cold and too big for him. His friends called and asked him if they could be of any help but he told him that he can manage with taking care of the little baby.

But what about him? You weren't there to scold him for not eating, you weren't there to shoo away his intrusive thoughts. He was hopeless, the only thing that kept him moving was his daughter. She looks so much like you and it hurts so much. He misses you so much. There was never a night where he would not cry, where he would accidentally call for your name and expect for a reply. He had to be there for your baby. The baby that you grew to love each and every passing time and day. He'll try to make his daughter feel the same love that you've been giving to her. He'll let her know and feel how much you love your baby girl.

It was in the middle of the night that he hears the loud cries of his baby daughter. It had been a few weeks after your death, the empty space beside him, the space where you used to lie grew cold. That's right you're not here and never going to be.

He went to where the little pink crib was, his daughter was squirming and crying. If the neighbors weren't so understanding they would be knocking at his door every night.

The baby's crying was getting louder. He tried feeding the baby but she wasn't even hungry, he tried cradling but the crying kept coming, there was no sign of her stopping anytime soon. He wishes you were here, you would know what to do. Your touches were able to calm him down when he was stressed before, and he believes it'll be the same for his daughter too. No baby would ever reject a mother's touch.

He tried rocking the cradle gently hoping it what his daughter wants. He grew frustrated at himself. He doesn't know what to do, why his daughter couldn't stop crying unlike before where she was very lenient of her father.

"Please stop crying" He begged his daughter. She didn't, she kept wailing.

He wished you were here. He wanted to see you holding the baby to stop her crying and calm your baby down.

He couldn't help but also weep with his daughter. He missed you so much. And with that thought a few tears drip down at the infant's face.

He wiped the tears on his daughters face, but it was useless as new tears kept sliding down on her plushed cheeks.

He couldn't even wipe his own.

Then another memory dread his mind as his breathe hitched suddenly remembering what the doctor had said.

Newborns could not live without their mothers.

He couldn't help but only pray and beg

"Please be healthy"

"Please don't get sick"

"I'll buy all the things you want"

He closed his eyes kissing the temple of his daughter. He was scared that he might lose her too.

"Just please-..please don't leave dad too"

NOT REVISED AND SUBJECT TO CHANGE

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coffeetheactualjellii · 7 months

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Blood dripped down the blade of your "Lover". They had a choice, Sacrifice you for the world.

"My Love, do you Love me!?"

"Yes, yes I do"

"Then why?"

"This Nation is Verry dear to me"

"Dearer than I?..."

"Yes dear, Dearer than you."

♥️💜♥️💜♥️💜♥️💜♥️💜♥️💜♥️💜♥️💜

-Zhongli,Venti,Ayato,Neuvillette, Cyno,Childe,Jean,Kujorou Sara, Abyss Aether/Lumine and Alhaitham.

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chillypowder · 2 months

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Regretful Petals

Pair: Ayato Kamisato x Reader

"Love, unreturned, is like a flower without sunlight – destined to wither and fade."

As the Reader made their way to their bed, they felt increasingly sluggish, with a sense of impending doom settling over them. Suddenly, waves of nausea and a sharp pain in their chest robbed them of breath, leading to violent coughing that expelled not just delicate petals, but also an alarming number of stems and thorns. Dizziness overcame them, and the world spun as they collapsed, consciousness slipping away. In their final moments, the Reader reflected on a life filled with unfairness, a yearning for love and reciprocity that had remained unfulfilled. They considered their love for Ayato a sin, a tragic result of unreturned feelings and the cruel embrace of the hanahaki disease. As darkness enveloped them, the Reader's last whispered words echoed in the empty chamber - "I love you."

This was written in the bus home so it's kind of looks hurried so I apologize

#angst #genshin angst #genshin impact #genshin impact angst #ayato angst #ayato x reader #ayato x reader angst #kamisato ayato #genshim impact #genshin x reader #ayato kamisato x reader #Ayato Kamisato x reader angst #ayato kamisato

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emmaiooo · 2 years

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realization.

ayato ignored you after you got married to him out of love. so when he comes up to you with a package, things get out of hand.

(Not proofread 😭😭)

Part 2 !!

Ayato never paid attention to you. He wouldn't look you in the eye, he wouldn't even try to spark a conversation when you sat together for dinner. Dinner with ayato is very rare, he is so busy that he can't even stop and chat with anyone. Working himself until he fainted on that desk. so, you, his wife he used to cherish so dearly, got ignored. But that doesn't bother you right? You got Ayaka and thoma to spend time with you so you shouldn't feel lonely at all! But you can't help but feel a little bit lonely whenever you spend time with Ayaka and thoma.

For the first time in forever, he came up to you. “dear, can you please deliver something for me?” he said. oh so it’s just some delivery. “Sure ayato.” you took the package and looked at the tag. It was for lumine. The word lumine wrote on the tag made your stomach turn upside down. Was he seeing someone else behind your back? Is that why he had no time for you?

But you still went to deliver the package when you would have thrown it in the lake and confronted ayato.

“Hm there seems to be no address on this tag.” you looked bringing it up. “Hey, pretty lady.” you heard someone behind you. You turn around quickly alarmed. The fatui agent chuckled, “why don't you show me what's in the package?” he said, bringing his hands toward you. “Stay away,” you said, bringing your package close to your chest. Why are you refusing? This is a good chance to throw away the package once and for all! Why are you still protecting it? “Give it to me, woman. I don't have all day,” he said, taking out his weapon. “No! Leave me alone!” you tried to run away, but the agent was much faster. “Give it to me!” he said, pushing you down. “Ah!” you fell to the ground, “i will never give you this package!” Why are you protecting this package? Why? “Don’t make me force you!” he yelled.

It has been an hour, and you never let go of the package. You got beaten up badly, and the agent is still going. “Why aren’t you giving up?” he said, in frustration. “HEY. WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO HER.” a familiar woman yelled. It was lumine. “Crap.” the fatui agent gave you one last beating and you accidentally let go of the package for lumine. “h-HEY!” you tried to yell out but a sharp pain hit you. “Hey are you ok?” lumine asked, looking concerned. “T-that package was for you-he got away-” you started to lose your conscience, blacking out before you got back up. “H-hey!” lumine said, trying to shake you. “Paimon thinks you should take y/n back to the kamisato estate!” paimon said as lumine hunched you over behind her back. “Yea we gotta get her treated immediately, look at her! She's full of wounds.” Paimon nodded in agreement.

You woke up to see Ayato's face, clearly angry. “A-ayato?” you looked at him, wondering why he looks so mad. “ugh, what the hell y/n! I trusted you with one package. ONE. and you still managed to lose it to some low fatui agent! And look at you, all beaten up. This could've been avoided if you paid attention to your surroundings!” he said, looking more angry. Why is he so angry? It's just a package..right? “Brother-you shouldn’t be too harsh with y/n, she just recovered. “But that package had our plans to invade the fatui site! She completely threw it into jeopardy! She messed up all our plans and revealed it to the fatui!” he argued back to his sister. So that's what it was about. The reason why he was so mad. “I-i'm sorry- '' you said struggling to find your words. “You’re not. Stop acting pitiful when it is all your fault. You caused this.” he spit out. He exited out the door.

you started sobbing and letting everything out. You just couldn’t stop. He put all the blame on you. He knew you were visionless and powerless but still gave you this extremely important package. “Hey y/n, are you ok?” Ayaka rubbed your back as you let it all out. “The lord didn't mean it, please don't take it too seriously.” thoma tried to comfort you. “I'm so done with this, i'm so sick of all of this. It's so pressuring and upsetting. I just want to spend time with my husband. I don't even know why I married him!” you said crying. “y/n..don’t say that.” Ayaka said, shocked by your words. “No ayaka, I need to say this. I’m going to file for divorce. I’m done with this life, I won't cause any misfortune anymore to the kamisato clan.” you sobbed, trying to control your tears only to be met with more.

Little do you know, ayato was right out of the door, shocked by what you said. He was silent. He didn't know what to say. He just left you and ignored you when you needed him the most. He walked back to his room in silence.

The next day, he sees the maids cleaning up and packing up your room. He regularly sees lawyers coming into your half empty room and talking to you about the divorce. “Are you sure my lady? After this divorce you will be nothing but a commoner!” the lawyer said. “It's ok...I would rather be nothing than live this life.” you said sadly. You planned to live in Mondstadt, the city of freedom. You’ve got beidou already preparing the ship for your departure.

Day by day, he sees your room become more empty. Ayato was later presented with the divorce papers. He reluctantly signed, seeing your pained expression, looking at him, begging to be set free from his grip. When he signed, he saw your face in relief. But he could never tell you how much pain this divorce will bring him.

When you walked out of the kamisato estate, he realized everything he’d done wrong. He neglected you, said hurtful words to you, and put the blame on you. He realized it was his fault for the package, knowing that you were visionless and couldn’t defend yourself, he still gave you this important package. Putting you in danger and the whole plan too. He felt regret, he could’ve treated you so much better. At least giving some presents to remind you that he still cares. He even forgot about your birthday and missed it. Everything came to him in a flash. He tried to run after you, trying to find you everywhere. He came to his last realization. He was too late to save the relationship between you and him. You were already on your way to Mondstadt, talking with your new found friend, kazuha.

end.

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mermaid-trash · 8 months

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Hear me out….

ayato is set for an arranged marriage but fell in love with the lady in waiting of the one he is supposed to marry

👂I’m listening….

listen i went angsty for this, I’m so sorry if you wanted a happy ending but I just couldn’t write one :’(

Warnings: angst, allusions to sex if you reeeaaaaally squint, fem!reader

Wordcount: 668

Borrowed moments.

For all of his wealth and power, all of the promises he had made to you, that was all Ayato was truly capable of offering to you.

Brief minutes that seemed to exist outside of the reality of both of your lives. Clandestine arrangements made to take you both away from the prying eyes of his underlings and your boss- his wife-to-be.

Fragments of a life that could never be yours to keep.

The silvery glow of the moonlight had illuminated him that night, the night of his engagement, as he confessed his true feelings to you. Under soft white light, both he and his words had shimmered like precious jewels, so carefully alluring that you could not resist the temptation to tuck them into your sleeve, where no one else would see them.

Under the serene darkness of night, his delicate touch promised a future which you knew he could not provide- at least, not for you. In the fragile quiet of your room in the Kamisato residence, professions of a true love filled the air night after night, words that were selfish and filled with regret, until breathing them in felt impossible. Their meaning became stagnant as the wedding planning went on around you.

Yet, whether out of a warped sense of duty or pure selfishness, you struggled to disentangle yourself from the mess you had created between the young couple; your lover’s fiancée, a woman who had treated you with respect and dignity despite your position beneath her, had no idea of her husband-to-be’s late night trips to your room. Every morning, she came to you with a new question regarding their wedding ceremony, usually something arbitrary such as what colour flowers to choose or which dish would be better served at the reception. Your answers came out normally, as eloquent as ever, yet tinged with the hopes her fiancé had planted in your head.

What colour flowers would you have had at your wedding? What dish would you had chosen to be your first as the wife of the nobleman?

These hopes, fantasies for a life you and he both knew could never be, grew rapidly, from a seedling to a wild thorny thicket that you recklessly threw yourself into each night without a care for the inevitable pain it would cause. Every morning you awoke to an empty bed with new scratches littering your psyche- and somehow, you convinced yourself it was worth it for a man who claimed to love you, yet could not separate his desires from his duties.

But, with the ceremony looming closer and closer every day, the reality of your future became clearer with every passing moment. To be the other woman in this marriage, so close to the man you loved yet still unable to live out the life he had so thoughtlessly promised to you knowing full well that he could never provide it- that was not a role you were willing to fulfil.

The stars seemed to shine brighter in the sky the night you left. The whole of Inazuma was restless that night, thrilled that the enigmatic Kamisato heir was to be married to a worthy noblewoman the very next day; meanwhile, you had left no word to either of the pair as to the reason for your departure nor your planned destination. Truthfully, you had no answer to the latter question, because it did not matter. Just as long as you were no longer here.

And, you told yourself bitterly, if your boss had questions about your reason for leaving, her new husband would be perfectly capable of answering them himself.

When you boarded the merchant ship in Ritou, the moonlight illuminated the restless ocean, white light dappling distant waves in a way that reminded you of pale skin framed with frosty blue hair, glowing ethereally under the same pristine moon; yet you did not look back.

The stars illuminated the path ahead towards a future you could no longer envisage.

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milkywaywrites · 10 months

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𝑩𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒕.

.ೃ࿐ 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Ayato x reader .ೃ࿐ 𝚃𝚠: death, angst .ೃ࿐ 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜: 875 .ೃ࿐ 𝙸𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚢𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚗-𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘!

What a bad mood today. Being a big clan daughter didn't as amazing as people thought it be.

And suddenly, your father called you to talk about something

"As the last daughter of this clan. You should arrange married with someone else. I already arrange you with-"

Before he finishes the sentence, you stand and run away. "Today is the worst," you said to yourself.

You walking around the summer festival. You run to your favorite spot. It was quiet but the view of the fireworks was amazing. As you run, you hear a familiar voice. "May I spend this beautiful night with you?."

You look back, and you see a tall young man. His blue hair and purple eyes are dazzling under the moonlight. "Ayato!" You hug him. You have a secret relationship with him. It's been quite a long time. "My father said I will get arranged with someone else" I hug him tight as I try to hold my tears. He chuckled.

"Well, young lady. You didn't listen fully to your father's sentence?" He rubs your hair.

"Hmm?" You look up at him as you let go of his hug. "What do you mean?" You tilt your head. "I'm the one who will take your hand in marriage, dear," He said as he smiled at you. You take a step back, trying to process the words. He takes your arm and chuckles "Well-well, you look quite shocked. That's why when someone says something, listen to that fully."

"You're in a bad mood today, dear?" He caresses your head. He always knows everything that you feel. "Kind of.." you sigh as you hug him

The fireworks bloom in the sky. He kisses your forehead and hugs you back, comforting you.

Both of you sit and enjoy the moment. The fireworks in all colors colored the night sky. You lean your head on his shoulder. He smiles and puts his arms around your shoulder.

"I love you. I will always love you. So long as I draw breath. Even when you are hurt, sad, or angry. I promise I will always be there for you. When my heart stops beating, I know my love will remain. Because it will live on inside you." he said. While, you look into his eyes.

"I love you too. I will try to do the same for you. We will grow old together, always be in each other arms, looks how Inazuma change as the days unfold, have kids, teach them how to be like their father..." You keep talking about how you want to spend your life with him, and he listens while enjoying fireworks together.

A week has passed since the summer festival. You just walking around your clan estate garden. Ayato said he can't go to drink tea and spend the afternoon with you. He still has to work as the head of Shuumatsuban. You happily wait around to wait for him clear his mission.

Suddenly Thoma runs to you and says to you in worry voice. "Kamisato Ayato... he-"

You run with Thoma to Kamisato Estate. You keep stumbling as you run there. You see a lot of blood stains on the floor. The moment you open the door. Lady Guuji walks out of the room. She shakes her head slowly to you and speaks her condolences for you.

You run fast to his room. You see Ayaka already covering his face with a white cloth. You run beside him.

"Ayato.. hey... ayato!" You open the white cloth from his face, didn't care about anything except him.

Ayaka and Thoma can't do anything. They are silent while seeing your face burning in anger, grief, and regret. Ayato's face and lips are pale. He looks so peaceful.

"Ayato... wake up... just this time..." Your tears start to fall.

You remember he still helped you to sleep last night and kissed you goodnight. Even in the morning, he still promises you to come back safely...

Why can't you come here faster and listen to his sweet last words? You lean on Ayato's chest, trying to feel his heartbeat, hoping it'll beat again. You still didn't say thank you for everything, sorry for being so clingy, and didn't say I love you in every waking moment to him.

Ayaka gave a small box to you. She said Ayato planned to give it to you today after his mission. You open the box. It's Kamisato's ring, a hereditary ring gift to the bride. You grip the ring and look at it. It's beautiful. But it's not yours anymore. You can only wear it for a second while looking at Ayato. He'll probably compliment how pretty you were in that.

You give the ring back to Ayaka with a smile. Now you need to accompany her and replace her brother for her. The Shuumatsuban is now in your hand because you didn't want Ayaka to feel the same as you.

Next year's summer festival, you look up at fireworks. All alone. You try to keep smiling at the firework. "Ayato.. you look beautiful tonight," you said as you saw a small star in the sky. Accompanying you with the fireworks

The fireworks continue to bloom, but not your dearest.

Notes: Thank you for reading! Recommended song to listen to this is Don't forget me. pt 1. I’m sorry If I messed something up and typo some words. Love you all!

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pochipop · 2 years

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＃ GENSHIN IMPACT !! ♡ — A FELINE'S WISH FOR A BIRD OF PREY (AYATO X READER).

#. synopsis! — accompanying ayaka to a masquerade ball becomes an increasingly more difficult endeavor when you realize just how differently you've lived compared to your wealthy, noble counterparts. not to mention that ayato suddenly asks you to dance with him .

#. characters! —ayato .

#. warnings! — angst , mentions of/references to class disparity .

#. word count! — 4.6k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

Duty swept Ayaka away a while ago, leaving you in the Masquerade Hall alone. You’ve got a vice-like grip on the once-pristine glass you’re holding that’s now riddled with sweat from your clammy palms and squished fingerprints from your constant fidgeting. You haven’t taken a single drink from it the entire time, instead holding it just to feel more like those around you. This was a bad idea from the start. And the worst part of all is that you knew it was a bad idea, but couldn’t bear the thought of turning Ayaka, your newfound best friend, away.

So you went along with it. You found an outfit elegant enough for the occasion, —the occasion being a Masquerade Ball for nobility and high-ranking government officials from all the nations of Teyvat, held in bustling inner-city Fontaine,—you chose a mask upon arrival (and were stuck with only two options, one being a slightly cracked, oddly colored fox, and the other being the obvious choice of a falcon with intricate, vine-like designs,) and you took a deep breath, hoping to simply grin and bear it.

You’re hardly an individual who can be considered “from nobility.” You come from a family of miners: hard-working, but not exactly high on the list of social status, especially in a place like Inazuma where titles often hold much weight. You don’t exactly fit in here, either. Though you spent a fair amount on your outfit, it’s painfully obvious that yours would be considered cheap if you were to compare it to anyone else’s here. It’s then that you passively start to regret not having let Ayaka have an outfit made specifically for you as she’d offered many times over. . .

“Don’t go to the trouble! Everyone will be focusing on you and Ayato, —not me. The way your outfits look is much more important!” You’d insisted at the time, and even now, you agree with the heart of your assurance.

But everytime someone so much as glances in your general direction, you fear they’re then turning back to their wealthy comrades to snicker about how “unfortunate” you must be to have shown up in something so lackluster. After all, the most expensive thing adorning your body at the moment is your earrings that aren’t even yours to begin with. Ayaka lent them to you as a last minute touch up, happily clipping them to your earlobes while mentioning that she’d never worn them before because they never seemed to match her outfits properly, “but they match yours perfectly!”

You weren’t so certain about that, but again, didn’t have the heart to turn her away.

“Care to dance?”

You nearly jump out of your skin and drop that fairly sullied glass held tight in your hand when Ayato approaches you with that request. He notes the way you flinch and quickly apologizes.

“I’m sorry,” he says, but a dangerously amused smile seems to play ever so gently on his lips just below the hem of the silver, gem-adorned cat mask that rests atop the upper half of his handsome face. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

To say that Ayato makes you nervous would be a grave understatement. You know much of him, but have spoken to him personally very few times. Of course, being close with Ayaka has afforded you sneak peeks into parts of his life from time to time, but you’re certain that admiring him from a distance and truly knowing him are two completely different things.

It doesn’t help that you have a crush on him, —one that Ayaka thankfully has yet to pick up on, as far as you know. She likely wouldn’t be mad, but as her elder brother, Ayato feels beyond off-limits. You often feel guilty for harboring any feelings for him in the first place, so there’s no telling just how much worse that would get if you ever indulged in that attraction actively. . . Although, you doubt someone of Ayato’s status and admittedly high-levels of handsomeness would ever glance in your direction. There’s distance there that need not be filled, as far as your perception of it goes.

“That’s okay,” you manage a coherent reply before explaining: “I’m a little on edge is all. I don’t come to events like this often.”

But you’re sure he’d already deduced as much from your clothes.

“I try to avoid them when I can,” he admits in return. “The idle chatter is a rather tedious endeavor.”

You’ve heard that sentiment from Ayato before.

“I imagine it gets tiring being someone of your status at gatherings,” you acknowledge.

“Ah, you know who I am, then?” He says, almost sounding saddened by it.

Huh. . . ?

Did he really think that a simple mask would be enough to hide everything else? It’s not as if he and Ayaka both don’t stand out amongst a crowd. Even with their faces covered, it’s nearly impossible to not notice them each in their own regard. Ayaka’s giveaway is her long, powder-blue ponytail that bounces ever so slightly when she walks, as well as the way she seems to glide across the floor like she’s dancing sometimes.

And Ayato. . . His giveaway is not only his hair that might as well be sparkling under the dimmed lights of the hall, but his voice; so melodic and sweet, but confident all the same. The voice you’ve heard in passing a million times before when he enters the Kamisato Estate and you hear him walking by through the halls from Ayaka’s bedroom. He moves in ardent strides and drips with security. He lives in a completely different world from you.

“. . . Kamisato Ayato,” you say, answering his question.

His amused smile seems to falter into one of melancholy.

“Correct,” he confirms. “Being from Fontaine, I’d just assumed I’d need to introduce myself properly.”

He leaves out the part about assuming your lack of nobility or high status based on your clothing. While he can be tactless at times, he knows much better than to mention something so careless. Just as well, he still thinks you look lovely tonight, even if your outfit hadn’t been hand woven to match your every dip and curve.

“Being. . . From Fontaine?” You inquire further, feeling hopelessly confused.

Although, you must admit that it makes sense he wouldn’t recognize you. He traveled with Thoma rather than his sister after he learned that Ayaka would be bringing a friend along, so he hadn’t a clue what you’d be wearing or what mask you’d be donning. Not to mention the fact that most conversations between the two of you have been quick and in passing, Ayato simply stopping and greeting you to be polite rather than out of genuine interest. He’s busy, always rushing about from place to place, or locking himself away in his office to complete stacks of paperwork that might as well be tall enough to reach the ceiling.

It makes sense that he doesn’t really know you well enough to pick you out of a crowd, especially with a mask on the upper half of your face. Unlike you, he likely hasn’t memorized your voice. He hasn’t looked on as you grace his presence with your own, heart thumping a little faster.

“The falcon masks,” Ayato elaborates, “they’re quite popular among citizens of Fontaine, no? Perhaps I assumed too quickly.”

You should tell him. You really should. But the opportunity to be someone else before him is just so enticing that it’s hard to resist. Impossible, even.

“You’ve got a good eye,” you tell him.

It’s not really lying if you don’t outright deny his suspicions. Lying by omission, sure. . . But not simply lying.

He laughs, low and charming.

“I must agree,” Ayato answers, but somehow, it doesn’t seem to be the case that he’s referencing the falcon mask’s connotation.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was flirting with you.

“The offer to dance still stands, by the way,” he says, offering his hand for you to take. “If I may?”

Without fully thinking, you begin to reach up, but stop yourself halfway. There’s a lot wrong with this situation, and you’re beginning to worry that you’re going to wind up in over your head. What if Ayaka sees? Although, that’s unlikely considering that she’d been ushered away by some very talkative businessmen from Liyue to another room entirely, and if her luck were to rear its ugly head, she might well spend the rest of the night getting an earful from them. And you know better than anyone that she wouldn’t be the type to interrupt or easily find a way to remove herself from the situation.

I should tell him.

You open your mouth to make the confession, but another spills out entirely.

“I. . . I’m not a very good dancer,” you say.

For what it’s worth, that is true. In a setting like this, you haven’t a clue how to move your feet or dance with someone else. Ayaka had offered to teach you some simple steps, but you’d insisted that it wouldn’t be of any use, and if not for Ayato’s startling request, you more than likely would have been right.

“I’m not much of one myself,” he notes, almost playfully so, “but I can lead a few choppy steps, if you’d give me the honor.”

He’s persistent, but not pushy. You know you can decline and he won’t be upset. . . But his hand is right there, outstretched to you of all people, and it’s hard not to feel like the luckiest person in the world.

So you take him up on his offer and let your fingers softly grace the flat of his palm. He offers you another smile, although you can't seem to read between the lines of this one, and he places your sullied glass on a passing collection tray. As promised, he leads you in an easy dance, whispering to you the directions you should step the first few times as he seeks to ease you into the movements.

"You're a natural," he compliments, though you're sure he's only being polite.

You gaze up at him through the wide slits in your falcon mask, quickly finding his eyes behind the holes of his own. Even under the shadow cast from his feline disguise, you can see the bright, heart-melting periwinkle sparkle of his irises. You've never before had the opportunity to gaze up at him like this, but you quickly subvert your gaze to the ground, pretending to watch your feet as you move slowly in his wake. He's so. . . Perfect. So much so that it's driving you wild.

To dance with someone like him at an event like this is a dream come true; but in the back of your mind, you know it wouldn't ever truly last. He'll move on, find someone of higher status, whether by way of choice or pressure to do so. He'll never think twice about you once this night has passed.

"Your eyes are beautiful," he says in a low, whispered voice.

Your heart all but palpitates at the compliment. It feels so sincere, —like it's not just something he's saying because he wants to have a fleeting love affair with someone he thinks to be from another nation. This behavior of his, if a bit reckless, is genuine. . . Maybe even devastatingly so.

"I-I don't know about that," you answer with a brief stumble, quickly finding your verbal balance once more, "—but thank you. That's nice of you to say."

His fingers, once loosely hooked around the tippy top of your hip, relax to a semi-firm hold. Like it or not, every touch is melting you down even more, and even the thought of being caught by Ayaka has completely slipped your mind. You don't have the will to fight these feelings away for the time being. It's hard to not live in the moment when every graze of his fingertips electrifies your nervous system and leaves you tingling from head to toe.

As you dance with Ayato to the soft, violin-heavy music that plays in the background, you lose yourself. You can't help it. Everything is too intoxicating, and though you've purposefully avoided all the alcoholic drinks tonight, you've found yourself lost and delirious all the same.

Kamisato Ayato. . . It's all your fault. . .

"If I may," you request softly, "why did you ask me to dance with you? Out of everyone else, I mean."

His answer is quick and concise, as if he didn't even need to consider it. Or, perhaps it was more so that he'd been waiting for such a question all along.

“You seemed to be the only person here who wanted nothing from me at all.”

It’s hardly difficult to imagine all the people that have likely approached him tonight in need of something here and another there. . . Ayaka began dealing with very similar things the moment she entered the hall. You’d been on your own for most of the night, chatting with her in between the exhausting conversations about politics, foreign affairs, and other things you have little to no experience with outside of being her companion. You know little more than the average person even still, as Ayaka prefers to keep business and friendships as very separate endeavors.

“It must be rough,” you acknowledge, “. . . I doubt I could manage even half as well as you do if I were in your place.”

“You flatter me,” Ayato smiles again, “but I’m hard-pressed to believe you. I have a feeling you could manage just fine.”

Again, it’s so genuine that it almost stings.

“Beyond that,” he continues, reaching up with a single hand to push his mask up to the side, revealing his full face to you, “I’m interested to know more about you. What brings you to this event?”

Your sister.

“Um. . . Nothing really in particular,” you reply vaguely, hoping to leave it at that.

He doesn’t press it, though he is curious as to what your answer means. Something about the way your kind eyes flicker up at him, and then quickly away again almost sheepishly, is familiar to him somehow. . . Not that Ayato is any stranger to nervous eye contact.

“Might I ask for your name then?” He inquires.

Your heart begins to race. What are you to do in this situation that you’re completely and utterly unprepared for? If you’re honest, what happens if he recalls the day you introduced yourself to him officially? It’s not much of a longshot to assume that Ayaka has spoken of you to her elder brother, and though he may not know you personally at all, he likely knows of you. But you’re drawing a blank and can’t seem to think of any fake names to offer him that don’t sound completely and utterly ridiculous. The silence between the two of you, while having only lasted for a few seconds by now, seems deafening.

Just when you’ve decided to succumb and let the pieces fall where they may in order to avoid the long-term embarrassment, a saving grace seems to swoop by with slicked back hair and a gaudy suit on. A man you’ve never seen before approaches Ayato and all but pulls him away from you, as if you had never existed in the first place. . . And maybe in their world, the one Ayato lives with the rest of his wealthy, noble counterparts, you never truly did. He’d interrupted you as if you were little more than dirt on his shoe.

“Mr Kamisato, it’s been quite a while! I’ve recently heard news that the state of affairs in Inazuma has been faring quite nicely since you were given a higher position. Though I’m sure the work is tedious, I imagine the results have been pleasing for both yourself and. . .”

You’re out of earshot before the man finishes, having slipped out of Ayato’s grip and back into reality. With murmured apologies, you slip through the crowd and into another room altogether, spotting Ayaka in the far corner. You can tell her smile is strained, but there isn’t much you can do to help her. In fact, there’s really nothing you can do at all. So instead, you slip out onto the balcony of the building, desperately in need of some fresh air.

It’s cold out here, and though lots of people are mingling inside, you feel alone, —completely isolated in your own little prison. You slip the mask off your face and hold it in your hands, trying your best to hold back tears as you crane your neck to look up at the sky. Stars seem to twinkle amongst the inky expanse above, but their joyous concert falls on deaf ears. A small sob bubbles up your throat.

To make matters worse, you reach up to hastily wipe away your shameful tears, only to find that one of your earrings is missing. One of Ayaka’s earrings. You know you have to find it, but you can’t will your legs to move. Even more so, you know you don’t exactly look your best right now, and the thought of letting anyone see you this way is completely humiliating.

You resign yourself to huddling against your knees, back pressed to the wall in the far corner where you can’t be seen from the inside. There, you let yourself cry for a few minutes, —allowing yourself to feel every inch of sorrow and discomfort, thinking maybe it’ll make you feel better. It doesn’t. . . At least not really, anyway. So much had been right, and then so much had been wrong. Or, maybe everything had been wrong the entire time and you were just too caught up in the moment to realize it.

By the time your tears stop flowing and you’ve leveled your breathing out, someone has joined you on the balcony.

“Y/n?”

His voice is familiar, almost comforting in the moment. You draw your gaze up to meet his eyes from where you’re sitting.

“Thoma. . .”

“Is everything okay?” He inquires, softly adding: “if there’s something you need to talk about, I’ll be glad to lend an ear.”

You give a bitter laugh, mostly at yourself. He’s just being kind, as he always is, in true Thoma fashion.

“I just don’t think I belong here,” you tell him.

“All the fancy clothes and all the jewels, —all the people with more Mora than I’ll likely ever see in my entire lifetime. People who’ve lived most of their lives well off, doing things I can only do now because of my friendship with Ayaka. . . And even then, it’s clear that I just don’t fit in. The divide between myself and everyone else is wide enough to swallow me whole.”

Thoma gets it, probably more than you might expect. With how well he’s integrated himself into the Kamisato siblings’ way of life, it’s almost too easy to forget that Thoma is much like you. He often accompanies the two on various trips, aiding in their schedules, sometimes taking care of the finer details. His official title is that of a housekeeper, but he does much more than just that behind the scenes of it all.

“I understand where you’re coming from,” he tells you gently. “I really do. It’s not easy sometimes, even for me, and I’ve been to dozens of events like these.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you reply with a soft smile, “you look the part, and I’m sure you play it well enough.”

“I certainly didn’t at first. I was completely overwhelmed, and probably feeling a lot like you are right now. Completely lost and afraid to make any mistakes, worried that everyone was judging me no matter what I was doing, as if everyone could see right through the nice suit I was wearing and the smile I was trying so hard to keep plastered on my face.”

“And it’s like everyone just knows somehow that you’re not meant to be here, that you’re not cut out for this kind of environment, and they’re all just standing around waiting for you to mess up and completely humiliate yourself or something,” you add bitterly.

“At the same time though, you seem to be invisible,” he continues. “People maneuver around you and disregard your existence sometimes, —as if you’re so insignificant that they couldn’t be bothered to give you the time of night.”

“Exactly,” you sigh deeply.

“But,” Thoma says, optimistically so, “a lot of that is all in your head. Most people don’t come to these kinds of events to poke fun at others, and the rude people only stand out because you’re already focusing on all the negatives. At the end of the day, someone like you. . . People like us, —we have just as much a right to be here as anyone else.”

“I do believe that’s true,” you acknowledge.

“I just. . . Wish that everyone else believed that it was true as well.”

“Well, whether certain individuals like it or not, here we are,” he says candidly.

You smile.

“Thank you for talking with me, Thoma,” you say.

“My pleasure,” he replies, eyes slitting into little crescent moons as he gives you another smile.

Just when he’s about to comment on how chilly it’s gotten as the night has deepened and suggest that the both of you head back inside, another man steps out onto the balcony.

“Thoma,” Ayato says, “have you seen Ayaka by any cha—”

He stops himself mid-sentence when he realizes that you’re sitting in the darkest corner of the balcony, arms wrapped around your knees.

“Nevermind,” he withdraws his previous question, “. . . would you mind giving us a bit?”

Thoma asks no questions, simply nods his head and does as was asked of him. He slips back inside and moves away from the entrance to the balcony, just to be clear that he has no plans of eavesdropping on whatever conversation is about to take place.

You have a hard time even looking up at him now, nonetheless meeting his eyes. It’s far too late to pull the falcon mask over your upper face again, so with no hope of hiding your appearance now, you take a quick breath in and resign yourself to whatever outcome is waiting on the horizon.

Ayato seems as calm, cool, and collected as he always does. It’s almost intimidating now.

Before he speaks, he offers his hand to you for the second time tonight. Once more, you take it. It’s warmer the second time around. . . He helps you to your feet and doesn’t mention that your eyes are puffy or that your face is a little tear-stained.

“It’s a bit cold,” he notes, slipping the jacket of his suit off in order to drape it over your shoulders.

It smells like him, and you don’t have the will to hand it back. Your shaking hands grip at either side, pulling the jacket around yourself a little tighter.

“Thank you,” you say in a voice barely above a whisper.

“I suppose I did presume too quickly that you hailed from Fontaine,” he comments.

There’s no hint of bitterness in his voice, —in fact, there’s little more than a silent understanding. You’re not certain of how much he’s been able to grasp from your brief interaction, but you have a sneaking suspicion that your feelings for him are no longer a complete secret. Which is embarrassing, of course, but. . . It could always be worse.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, nearly choking on the words as they bubbled up from the back of your throat. “I know that I’ve put you in an awkward position, and that truly wasn’t my intention, I just. . .”

You trail off, uncertain of what to say. You don’t really know what happened. It was like you were being swept away, completely overtaken by the way his warmth seeped from his palm to the tips of your fingers. Selfishly, when you had the opportunity to touch someone you’d long thought to be out of reach, you couldn’t manage to turn him away.

“There’s no need for you to apologize,” Ayato assures you. “I’m the one who asked you to dance, after all. It was my mistake not recognizing you much sooner. You did feel familiar to me somehow, but I couldn’t seem to place it.”

You stay silent, unsure of what you’re supposed to say in reply, or even if you’re supposed to reply at all.

“Ah,” he says, as if a lightbulb has gone off over his head, “that reminds me.”

His long, lithe fingers fumble around in his pocket for a moment or two before he removes them and holds a dangling crystal between them. Your eyes widen a bit at the sight of Ayaka’s earring, —one half of the pair you thought you’d lost for good.

“I realized who you were after you’d rushed away,” he explains. “These earrings were a gift from a member of Liyue’s Qixing given to Ayaka last summer. I recognized this one the moment I saw it on the floor at the tip of my shoe. The pieces came together easily after that.”

Ayato turns to the side, bringing the earring close to you.

“May I?”

You nod in approval, and he says nothing more, instead reaching out to brush a few loose strands of hair out of your face and tucking them behind your ear. He then clips the earring to your earlobe before pulling his hands away and returning them promptly to his sides.

You swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat.

“I really am sorry,” you tell him, “even if you don’t think I have to be. The truth is that I was happy when you asked me to dance and once I realized you didn’t recognize me, I thought that if you knew who I was, you’d have taken the offer back. So I didn’t say anything.”

“I wouldn’t have taken the offer back,” he says firmly.

“When I told you that I wanted to dance with you because you were the only person in the room that I didn’t feel wanted me to do something for them, I meant that. And I meant it when I said your eyes are beautiful as well, —because they are. Especially now. They reflect starlight like the surface of the ocean.”

You clam up in the face of such a bold compliment. Ayato makes it hard for you to breathe sometimes. And as if to emphasize his points, he offers his hand to you for the third time that night.

“Would you like to dance with me? No masks, no interruptions. . . Just the two of us and the waxing moon.”

With your heart pounding like a drum, you take him up on his offer yet again. It feels much more intimate now that you’re away from everyone else, his hands stationed along your hips and your hands resting on his shoulders. You decide then and there that when this party ends, you’re going to be honest with Ayaka about your feelings for her elder brother. Whether this goes anywhere between you and Ayato is one thing, but not telling Ayaka the truth is another, and she’s likely deserved to know all along. Avoiding it has given you a lot of grief, and with these sudden and fully unexpected developments happening as they are, you know it’s better to be honest with her now and not blindside her with this later if things end up getting serious.

Hopefully, everything will turn out okay in the end.

You have a feeling it will.

But for now, you’re content where you are, dancing with Ayato under the light of a thousand stars.

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existingispetty · 2 years

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thank you!! •~• anon, i'm back - i struggle with ftm dysphoria and anorexia, and i was getting better for a few months, however stress and depression have led me back down the back of relapse and i'm really scared. could i have some comfort (scenario, headcanon, whatever you're comfortable doing) of kaeya, ayato, and scaramouche (separately, please!) comforting their partner about that and maybe trying to get them to eat? thank you so much again •~•

Hello! Thank you so much for the ask and I apologize for the wait! I would like to add that I know an internet stranger's words may not affect you, but keep fighting! Fight for yourself and not the people around you. I hope you can recover. slight_smile

P.S thank you so much for the Scaramouche ask because I love him so much. +++++++++++++++++++++++++

Prompt: The reader struggles with anorexia and due to stress has an unfortunate relapse

Characters: Ayato, kaeya, Scaramouche

Type: scenarios, angst with comfort, fluff

!! Warnings: mention eating disorders and implied self-harm!!

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Ayato

You take one quick glance at the food that was placed in front of you by Thoma and you quickly look away in disgust. Ayato frowns he knows that you’ve had a lot on your shoulders lately and he’s worried about the past catching up especially… Thoma frowns and walks over to the chilling man and gives him a sad glance before walking out of the room. Ayato wants to approach you but he doesn’t know what to say just yet. You attempt to look back at the food that lets off a tempting aroma, but after you stare at it for just a moment your stomach quivers and you look away once again.

Ayato approaches you and gently puts a hand on your back. “Love, do you want me to postpone everything on your schedule before the next week?” See, because you were Ayato's lover you went with him to most essential places so postponing. Your schedule was the same as delaying Ayatos own schedule. Guilt hit you like a tsunami. Ayato quickly noticed and added to his previous statement, “Most of the meetings this week are personal and not professional so it wouldn’t be a burden if we were to postpone them…”

his soft tone made you look at him curiously. Ayatos eyes were filled with so much love, it was clear his only desire was to make sure you don’t fall into your old grave.

Tears began to build up in your own eyes as he became more concerned. “Please love, remember the big celebration we had when you finally overcame this terrible demon? Thoma ate that terrible hot pot? We could do it again if you wish to?” He smiled gently but you could still see the worry hidden deep beneath his perfect façade. You looked at the food one final time before looking at the love of your life again. “Please me dear eat. you can take it slow, eat small bites then take bigger bites. You can do this, don’t let the terrible stress catch up to you.” He shook his head gently. His loving words enticed you. The pristine man took your hand gently within his own as he guided your chopsticks to the meal Thoma had prepared. You parted your lips slightly purely on instinct as Ayato drove the food-holding chopsticks closer to your mouth. As the delectable taste of Thomas's cooking takes over your mouth Ayato has a genuine smile. You chew as tears begin to streak down “I’m so so proud of you dear.. Thoma? May you please cancel all of our meetings for the rest of the week?” Ayato calls for The tall ginger, who pokes his head through the door frame, a large smile graces his face, as he calls back “alright! Do you want me to start the hotpot?” Ayato quickly nods as Thoma turns away.

Kaeya

Kaeya lacked the knowledge of your past eating disorder but, he did recently notice the change in your diet. You could feel Kaeya’s unwavering stare as he placed your meal serving in front of you. Kaeya quickly sat down with his own serving. You picked up your food on your fork and began to raise it towards your mouth hesitating. Kaeya watched closely but continued chowing down on his own food.

A few hours earlier, Kaeya mentioned that your lack of eating is very suspicious. As soon as your taste buds touched the food that you had raised to your mouth you began to gag. Your own body was resisting the food you were offering it. Seeing this Kaeya stood up quickly and walked over to you putting about a foot of space in between the two of you. Kaeya lightly grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. “You know you are the most beautiful amazing person in the world, right?” He was so bad at comforting that a giggle escaped your mouth. “Love if you need to break please do, I don’t want you to hurt yourself like this.”

Kaeya continued to encourage you with a soothing tone. Your stomach went against your brain and growled. Kaeya let out a loud chuckle. “You are obviously hungry, you don’t have to eat all of it… just 3 bites, please. I care about you and seeing you like this hurts me.” Kaeya didn’t let the concern out with his voice but his eyes showed it all. Kaeya inched toward you slowly as if hesitating.

You saw him smile slightly before he consumed you into a loving hug. His arms traced your spine and Kaeya whispered into your ear softly. “I love you so much, I know you wouldn’t be happy later on that you didn’t eat the meal I worked hard to cook…” you could hear his mocking tone while saying the part about him working hard to make the food. “This is your choice my love, but one choice is the better choice.” He finally freed you from his arms and left the room.

Scaramouche

Scaramouche had once again been working all day and it had gone on longer than expected. For weeks now you have had dinner alone and it has destroyed you. Scaramouche would constantly make the empty promise of being home earlier although, he never was. Currently, y oh we’re at the dining table picking at your food that was quickly growing cold. You heard the sound of a door opening from another room, you were on edge of your seat just waiting for someone to attack you until you heard a distant “I’m hungry…” it was Sara! He has finally come home! He walked into the room and groaned at the sight of food.

“Hello darling, thank you for waiting for me…” Sacra spared you a small smile before sitting down and stuffing his face with food. Scaramouche may be here now but he hadn’t been for weeks, you were hanging on by an already splitting thread. You had been stressing. For about two weeks now you had been stressed over the question of ‘is Scaramouche going to leave me?’ The man finally noticed that you weren’t eating a bit of your food, just looking at it. He frowned and chews the food that was in his mouth quickly before saying, “Are you okay?”

He didn’t sound worried at all. You didn’t aw see and Scaramouche relaxed his muscles. His eyebrows furrowed as he tended, your lack of answers caused tension to thicken within the dining room. “ answer me, or are you a deaf bear?” He glared at you but he was obviously confused. You continued to avoid eye contact and did not reply to any of his questions.

Scaramouche stared at you with a look that just read ‘talk to me or I’ll force answers out of you. Still, you were silent. “This again? Are you worried about something? Only a fool would once again resort to starving oneself.” His words sounded mean but they were filled with good intentions. He quickly noticed that you weren’t making any movement to west your foot, so he looked at you with one final glare before getting up and saying in the calmest tone ever, “ I refuse to eat with you until you choose to actually eat.” The man cleaned his plate beginning to walk out of the room causing you to finally meet his eyes, "Darling, I love you, you should know that. Eat please I'm taking work off tomorrow." He said in the most sincere tone you've heard from I'm before he left the room.

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ilikeytiddies · 2 years

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But your never here

THIS JUST POPPED INTO MY HEAD IN 2:25 AM. I HAD TO WRITE IT.

Your daughter watch as her father stepped into the room, she sighed when he motions her to follow him out.

He grabs the wooden sword and waits for his daughter to grab hers too, however instead raises his eyebrows at the uneasy state his daughter seems to be in, he sits beside her on the wooden planks "What's wrong?" he asks the young girl "Why are you only around when i need to train?" she asks eyes watering, ayato chuckles "Im always here dear, whatever do you mean?" he questions.

The girl clenched her fist, her fury bubbling up "NO! Your not! Mom is always the one who takes care of me! But you didn't care about her to! You only used her to make me! To have an heir! Now that you have me you only interact with me when you need to train me!" she screamed tears welling up in the corners of her eyes" Your never here.." she trailed off, sniffing and wiping her tears away with her hands "Im only 12 dad. I can't do everything.. I can't even cook." she sighed, getting up and leaving.

She looked behind her "I don't know what mom saw in you, and why she agreed to let herself get profusely used by you." she spat.

Your daughter walked in your room and you immediately went to her aid, at her disheveled state and her puffy eyes you obviously knew something went down.

Your wipe a stray tear from the corner of her eye "Oh darling.. What happened?" you asked. Your daughter shook her head "Nothing important, sorry if i worried you mom.." she apologizes you meekly chuckle "Alright hun.. Do you want some food?" you ask, she nods eyes beaming with happiness.

Ayato only listens from the outside of your room, chest heaving with his hair messed up, his eyes puffy from crying and his eyebrows knitted together. He frowned knowing it would be hard to make up for all the lost time.

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fallingdownhell · 11 months

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Inazuma men when you walk in on them in an intimate position with your sister/best friend.

YES, some angsty shit again! Uhhh, I like it when it hurts xD

Characters Included: Ayato; Heizou; Kazuha; Gorou

Content: gender neutral reader; she/her pronouns for your friend/sister; cheating; hurt/no comfort; angst and drama; you walk in on them; suggestive on some parts; Gorou being manipulated; non-consent on Kazuha's part, but not explicit!!

Word count: 2,4k words

Thank you so much for giving me an angsty request. Have fun reading!

Ayato

He would think so high and mighty of himself

Like, he was sure that he was hiding it pretty damn well and that you would never find out about his little secret

you have been engaged to Ayato for some time now, the wedding due to happen soon

it has been a marriage of convinience, both for him as well as your family, yet you were relieved when you found out you were going to marry Ayato, having had a crush on him for a little over a year now

you thought that over the time he got to know you, he also developed feelings for you, he certainly did tell you so

for a long time, you were blinded by the illusion you so desperately wanted to believe, ignorant to the sad and sympathatic looks Ayato's staff would give you

You excused his long and late hours away from you, telling yourself that he was just catching up on work and that he was alright

You only started to get somewhat suspicious when you noticed one of your friends visiting the Kamisato estate rather frequently, but only ever staying for a short period of time, while she never even talked to you when here

still, you gave them both the benefit of the doubt, thinking that they might just be working on something together

Thoma, however, knew what was going on behind your back. He wanted to tell you on so many different occaisions, yet he had to think of his own job as well and how his actions could put himself at risk, as well. So, he never said a single word to you, keeping you oblivious

until one day, it was late at night again and Ayato told you he would be working late again

you nodded and let him get back to his work, but later decided to surprise him with some snacks and refreshments you wanted to bring him

you were feeling kind of giddy when you approached his office door with the tray in your hands, as you noticed weird sounds coming from behind the doors

you didn't want to believe your ears, this couldn't be happening.. not your Ayato..

so you pushed open the door slightly, enough for you to peek into the room, only to have your world crushed in front of your eyes, along with all your hopes and dreams for the future

your ears did not decieve you, Ayato was, in fact, cheating on you this very moment with the person you thought to be one of your best friends

what's even worse was that he noticed you, standing by the door, having caught them in the act

and all he did, was smirk at you as he leaned down and bit into the other womans neck to which she let out a loud moan

shocked, the tray slipped out of your hands as you turned on your heels and started running down the halls, tears streaming down your face

you passed Thoma on the way to your room who shot you another sympathetic look.

He knew it... he was in on it..

now it finally dawned on you, and it all made sense.. why everyone was always looking at you like this.. they were all in on it.. you were the only one who wasn't aware..

still crying, you grabbed a bag and took some of your most important belongings as well as some clothes, before you left this estate you once hoped you could call your home

seems like some things just weren't meant to work out in life...

Heizou

he wouldn't want to do it, but he would if he could get some kind of benefit from it

Heizou has always been a very flirty personality, even while in a relationship with you. It caused arguments on more than one occaision

he would always tell you that he would stop doing it.. that promise would sometimes last for a week, often times shorter than that, before he got right back to his usual behaviour

the worst part was, that he saw nothing wrong with this type of behaviour

as long as it got him the results he desired, he didn't care for the method he had to use

it was cruel in a way, but he didn't want to acknowledge that he could do wrong as well

when this particular incident occured was when he finally realized how wrong his attitude had been

he had been stumped on a particular case for a few days now, no new leads showing up and the trail was starting to get cold

it frustrated him beyond anything else and to top it off, he was currently engaged in yet another heated argument with you

you were ticked off by the way he was shamelessly flirting with a shopkeeper, right in front of you while on a date

he tried to explain that he just tried to get some clues out of her, but you didn't seem to want to hear it

after some more yelling, you left the house to catch some fresh air and cool off, while Heizou stayed back

he sat in front of his files again, trying to make sense of all the clues when someone knocked on the front door

he recognised your sister there and while he planned on sending her away at first, she made him an offer he just couldn't turn down so easily

spending one night with her in exchange for the missing clues he needed to solve this case

he didn't think long before agreeing to this deal

she entered the house and it didn't take long before things got heated and they both landed on the bed he normally shared with you

it didn't really feel right to do this, but he was doing it for the greater good. He's sure you would understand that

while they were in the middle of things, with her being on top, riding him, he suddenly heard the front door open and a sharp inhale being taken

he whipped his head around, seeing you standing there, looking shocked and hurt

immediately after that, you turned and ran out the door again, he saw tears beginning to form in your eyes. He wanted to get up and run after you, but.... he couldn't. He had to keep up his part of the deal. He could always talk to you the next day

when he sought you out the next day, you were refusing to speak to him.. and the day after... as well as the day after that

he was getting frustrated, missing holding you in his arms. He grew irritated without you around..

the next day, he saw you in the streets of Inazuma City, so he walked up to you

However, once he reached you, he was met with a slap in the face. It stung, and he looked at you in surprise

tears welled up in your eyes again as you turned and tried to leave again, but he quickly snatched your wrist, trying to explain his reasons to you

you stayed and listened, but your expression was hard and ice cold the entire time

"I hope it was worth it in the end, because you lost me for good now"

that was the last thing you ever said to him again before you left his life for good

and finally, Heizou understood what he had been doing wrong this entire time... and he regretted his decisions like nothing else in his life...

Kazuha

now for Kazuha... he is a very honest and loyal soul

you never would have thought that you had to worry about anything like that with him, already having bad experiences from a previous relationship

Kazuha always made time for you, made you feel loved and appreciated, always told you how much he loved and adored you, whishing you would stay with him forever

you honestly felt the same way about him, already imagining a future together with him

but... we all know how easily Kazuha can get drunk.. and just how drunk he gets from so few drinks..

you were going out with some of your friends to party a bit, and you decided to invite your boyfriend along

he didn't mind it, deciding not to drink anything so he could keep an eye on you and make sure you're safe throughout the entire night

it went well in the beginning. You were moderately drinking with your friends while he was sipping on whatever non-alcoholic beverage he ordered for himself

he always kept an eye on you, but at some point of the night, he lost sight of you

while walking around the vicinity, looking around trying to find you, he ran into one of your friends, who was obviously pretty drunk at this point

she clung onto Kazuha, staying close to him, slowing him down immensely

at some point, she offered him a drink. He refused at first, but she kept insisting, promising that it would be non-alcoholic

being the sweetheart that Kazuha is, he gave in after some time, only to realize too late that she had been lying, it was very much an alcoholic drink

but it was too late already, she forced him to down the glass and then another one right after, getting him drunk

in this state, he didn't have control over his mind or his actions, he just went along with whatever she said to him

so what if she suggested to go into an isolated corner so that they could have some "fun"

in his inebriated state, he didn't realize that the person he was doing it with, wasn't you

only when he heard a gasp and saw you standing there a few feet away from him did he regain some of his consciousness back

he saw the tears forming in your eyes and he tried to run after you, but even in your own drunken state, you were faster than him, he couldn't catch up to you

the next day, he woke up again with a severe headache but still perfect memory from the events of that night

he immediately set out to look for you, finding you rather quickly

you had dark circles under your eyes and they were red and swollen from all the crying

he apologized to you over and over, telling you what had happened. He hated himself for letting this happen to him, yet he was still more worried over you

it is up to you if you want to forgive him or not, he will accept whatever decision you make. Just know that he is so, so sorry and if you choose to give him a second chance, he will make sure that nothing like that will ever happen again..

Gorou

oh, poor little Gorou..

he is soo easy to manipulate.. people can tell him everything they want, and he is prone to believe them until proven wrong

he loves you dearly, with all his heart, but he often doubts himself, fearing that he's not good enough for you

so, when someone else comes along, planting even the faintest bit of doubt in his mind about your relationship, he grows restless and insecure

you, having already a strained relationship with your family, especially with your younger sister, spent most of your free time with Gorou, so normally, there wouldn't be anything for him to worry about, right?

Well, the thing is.. your sister has always had a thing for Gorou, even before you two got together. She neve told you about it, but ever since you made the relationship official, she hated you for it

she wanted Gorou all to herself, yet you were standing in the way of that goal. She had to get rid of you somehow..

the first few months of the relationship went by great, you were both so in love with each other

yet, after that, your sister started to visit Gorou whenever you weren't around him. You could be at work or out doing something.. she would be there visiting him, leaving again before you returned again

at first, it was just normal visits. She would simply talk to Gorou, asking him how his day went, getting to know him better. Though she asked to keep this meet-ups a secret from you, since she claimed she wanted to reconnect with you on your terms alone

Gorou, being non the wiser, agreed to that

this went on for a while until she started to plant seeds of doubt in his mind. Spreading rumors to him how you were meeting up with some other guy, how the meet-ups became more frequent, that you were probably cheating on him, and so on

Gorou didn't want to believe her, choosing to trust you. But, being so gullible, he started to see things that weren't actually there. He imagined you coming home later than usual, thinking you were avoiding his gaze

he didn't want to admit it, but with every further visit from your sister, he believed her more and more, now doubting everything about your relationship with him. Did you ever even love him?

the final part of her plan came, when she convinced him to sleep with her to "get you back for cheating on him first"

it felt wrong to him, but he still went along with the idea. At some point, he did get into it, not noticing how you came back earlier than usual, flowers in your hand..

those flowers immediately dropped to the ground as you realized what you just walked in on..

and in that moment did he remember.. today was your anniversary.. 6 months togehter...

he immediately ripped himself off your sister, calling out your name, but you were already out the door. He quickly threw some clothes over himself to run after you, but your sister caught his wrist, begging him to stay

he paid her no mind and ran after you, yet he wasn't able to find you, no matter where or how hard he looked..

defeated, he returned to his place, curling in on himself.. tomorrow, he promised himself. Tomorrow he's gonna find you and talk to you..

however, the next day, he found out that you had left Watatsumi Island.. you went and found Kazuha, leaving Inazuma with him on the Alchor..

you were out of his reach, forever now, and it was all his fault.. he had no one else to blame but himself for his stupid actions.. he lost the best thing that ever came into his life, and he would never get you back...

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coffeetheactualjellii · 7 months

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Angst!!

Two lovers [Character] one of them are the head of the family/Nobility line and their ""Lover [You/Reader]"" is a Commoner.

Oneday the Noble was seated in the dinner table with their ""love"" after months of being un able to see each other because of the Noble's busy skedule.

"Am Entering a Arraged Marrige "

the Noble said to their ""lover"" their lover rightfully shocked asked

"Was their love not great enough?"

The noble did not dare to look at their ""Lover's"" eye

"It has a lot of oppertunities"

the noble state's

"Isint having two spouse in one roof a horrid idea?! And am i really that easy to be replaced!??"

The Lover, was rightfully Upset. They did not want the Noble to asnwer them...

They didnt, they just left.

They broke up days after.

In the following weeks the "Noble" was preparing the arragements for the wedding one of their last items to fit was their wedding garmets.

They entered the esteemed shop.

"Good afternoon! Wellcome of our establishment"

The Noble noticed its their Ex lover's voice that greeted them with the warmth of the sun something they havent heared since their work load doubled.

"Oh"

the Ex lover looked at them their smile wavered a bit but they needed to keep a formal front

"Do you have a reservation?"

"Yes, my wedding attire"

"great please follow me, ill get the measuring intruments please wait here"

They hoped that the Noble will go after them but they made it clear that they would not give anything valuable to the Nobility line but hinder it.

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vvanisshedd · 27 days

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stop making fanfics about characters raping and sexually assaulting y/n, you are fucking disgusting people who romanticize a serious crime that happens every day to children and women

"but that's just reading dark romance" that's not a dark romance, that's just the stuff of a horrible fetish, IF YOU HAVE A RAPE FETISH, GO SEEK FOR FUCKING PSYCHIATRIST HELP!!!!!!!!!!

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chillypowder · 9 months

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Fragile Bonds

Pair: Ayato x Reader

Summary: After Neglecting you for 7 months he finally realizes his mistake

The crisp autumn air filled the streets of Inazuma City as Reader, heavily pregnant, made her way toward Ayato Kamisato's office. It had been seven long months of neglect, and she couldn't bear it any longer. The once strong bond they shared had become fragile, and she desperately needed to confront him.

As she entered the office, Ayato barely glanced up from his paperwork. Reader's heart sank at his indifference. The room felt suffocating, and her emotions were running high. She took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to speak.

"Ayato, we need to talk," Reader said, her voice trembling.

Ayato finally looked up, his eyes widening as he took in Reader's appearance. Her belly had grown significantly, a clear sign of the life they had created together. Guilt washed over him, but he quickly tried to dismiss it.

"What is it, Reader? Can't you see I'm busy?" Ayato replied dismissively.

Reader's heart shattered at his response. She had hoped for understanding, for Ayato to realize the pain he had caused her during these past months. But he remained oblivious to her feelings, consumed by his work.

Tears welled up in Reader's eyes as she struggled to hold back her emotions. She couldn't bear to be neglected any longer, not when she needed him the most. In a moment of desperation, she raised her voice.

"I can't believe you! After everything we've been through, you've been neglecting me and our child for seven whole months!" Reader cried out, her voice filled with a mix of anger and hurt.

Ayato's eyes widened in shock as her words sank in. He hadn't realized the extent of his neglect until this very moment. Regret flooded his heart as he reached out to touch Reader's arm, but she pulled away, protecting her vulnerable belly.

At that moment, a sharp pain shot through Reader's abdomen, causing her to scream in agony. Ayato's eyes widened in horror as he realized the gravity of his actions. He had accidentally hurt their unborn child, the one precious thing they had left.

Just as panic set in, Thoma burst into the room, his eyes filled with worry. He had sensed the distress and rushed to the scene, ready to help.

"Reader, we need to get you to the hospital," Thoma said urgently, his voice filled with concern.

Thoma swiftly scooped Reader into his arms, carrying her gently as he made his way out of Ayato's office. The weight of his mistake crashed down on Ayato as he stood there, dumbfounded and filled with regret.

At the hospital, the doctors examined Reader and assured her that the baby was fine, but the incident had been a wake-up call for everyone involved. Thoma stayed by Reader's side, his anger simmering just beneath the surface.

When Ayato arrived at the hospital, Thoma wasted no time in confronting him. He made it abundantly clear how Reader had tried to communicate her feelings for the past seven months, and how Ayato had chosen to ignore her, valuing his work above all else.

Ayato couldn't bear to look Thoma in the eye, the weight of his actions crushing him. He finally realized the depth of his mistake, how he had taken his loved ones for granted. With a heavy heart, he promised Thoma that he would never prioritize work over Reader again.

Days turned into weeks, and Ayato kept his word. He cherished every moment he had with Reader, ensuring she felt loved and supported. Every day, he apologized for his negligence, even though Reader insisted that it was okay.

They spent hours talking, mending their fragile bond that had been tarnished by neglect. Ayato realized the importance of communication, empathy, and the delicate nature of relationships. Through his actions, he showed Reader that he truly understood the pain he had caused and was determined to make amends.

As Reader's due date approached, Ayato was a constant presence, holding her hand, wiping away her tears, and whispering words of love and reassurance. When their child finally arrived, Ayato felt a surge of overwhelming joy and gratitude. He vowed to be the best father he could be, never allowing his work to overshadow the love he had for his family.

#ayato angst #genshin angst #genshin impact #angst #genshin impact angst #ayato x reader angst #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #thoma genshin #angst to fluff #angst with a happy ending

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kaeyas-beloved · 6 months

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a moment too late

Characters: Ayato, Diluc, Childe, Cyno, Wriothesley, Zhongli

— your husband doesn't make it to you in time...

CW: ANGST w/ very little to no comfort, gn!reader (they/them pronouns), scars (Diluc), blood (Diluc, Childe, Cyno, Zhongli), death (all except Cyno and Diluc), kidnapping (Cyno), minor Fontaine Act 1 + 4 spoilers (Primordial Sea Water - iykyk), spoilers for Childe’s real name

val's no sympathy novemeber masterlist

I don't know if I can take a month of hurting my boys....

Thinking about them not making it in time...

Ayato, who had been in an important meeting.

He'd given strict instructions to all his retainers and the Shuumatsuban to not interrupt under any circumstance. So, when one of the newer helpers knocked on the door, the commissioner was less than pleased. Without letting the young man get a word out, Ayato cuts him off, a sharp smile on his face. "Please, wait outside. I'll deal with the matter after this."

When the retainer tried again, a feeble "but, my lord-!" sputtering over his twisted tongue, the change in Ayato's tone couldn't be missed, and it left no room for interjections.

When a second knock echoed through the room some minutes later, it took everything in the clan head not to sigh out loud in front of all the powerful politicians and businessmen. This time, however, when it was the familiar face of Thoma that stepped in, a scarily straight face as his expression, something shifted in the male. It didn't help that the pyro user didn't stop his advancement toward him, even at the call of his name.

It was like the whole world shattered the moment the blond leaned by his ear, the news that you'd been placed in the nearest hospital plummetting his heart into his stomach.

There's this inner struggle that takes over, the role of a leader and your husband fighting against one another - he can't just leave so abruptly, but he also feels like he might crumble if he isn't by your side in the next ten seconds.

It's the firm hand that's placed on his shoulder that breaks him away from his thoughts. Following the arm he meets the slight smile of Thoma, "I have this handled, my lord. Go, be with them."

He's up and out of the room in an instant, briskly walking in the direction of the hospital. When he gets there he borderline demands the receptionist to tell him your room number, off again the moment she gets the last syllable out. Just as he reaches the curtain separating you from him, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest, a doctor steps out.

"Lord Kamisato..." his tone is grave as he blocks the entrance with his body. Despite the obvious attempt to stop the young lord from entering, your husband tries to sidestep him. He's stopped by a simple raise of the hand and he feels a mix of disdain and unsettlement swirl within.

"Please, let me speak with them," Ayato nothing but begs, something he never does. He's known as a negotiator, a logical reasoning man, he doesn't need to beg for what he needs in the political world, but for you, his world, he'd gladly grovel at this man's feet just for you.

The aforementioned man licks his lips, adjusting his clipboard so it rests against his chest, "I'm sorry Mr. Kamisato, but that won't be possible..."

The urgency rises and Ayato moves the doctor out of his way, stepping into your room. It doesn't take a genius to put two and two together about what was trying to be said, but your lover can't bring himself to believe it. Not you too.

The moment he's at your bedside he leans close, trying to wear a smile as he places his hand on your shoulder, softly shaking you the exact same way he did that very morning. "My dear... wake up. This is no time for your silly tricks, we have to go home and have dinner together like I promised." His warm hands move up to your cheek, brushing his thumb along your equally warm skin, but when you make no move or noise the reality finally sets in for him.

His broken smile slips and all he can manage is a soft call of your name. Of course, there's still no answer, and Ayato is stuck flipping between the different stages of grief.

What if he'd listened the first time? Let the retainer who initially walked in speak? Would he have gotten a chance to speak with you? To tell you he loves you? To say goodbye properly?

You can't actually be dead, right? There's no way this is happening to him again.

He starts to promise to spend more time with you, he'll take off as much time as you want him to, he'll take you to that restaurant you've been wanting to go to but couldn't bring yourself to without him, he'll visit the land of Liyue with you - he knows you've been gushing about the scenery and culture recently. He'll do it all and more, you just had to open your eyes again for him.

Silence.

"Damn it all..." he whispered, face twisting in agony. Of course he couldn't have it his way this time. As if his parents weren't enough, the world just had to take you away from him too.

The doctor watches for a moment as one of the most powerful men in Inazuma sheds tear after tear before him, the droplets falling and hitting your lifeless body. As Ayato sinks to his knees before you, the doctor takes this as his cue to step out.

For the next few hours, the hospital is noticeably quieter, no one daring to interrupt a man who's just lost one of the dearest people to him.

For the next few hours, Ayato's tears slowly soak your shirt, his grip on the bedding knuckle white, his sobs muffled by your skin as it slowly grows colder and colder, fighting to commit everything about you to memory.

That night, he could not bring himself to eat dinner, for all he could remember was you, the way you smiled at him and how it was all ripped away from him, never to be seen again.

———

Diluc, whose connections are spread all over the world yet no one could locate you.

It should be impossible. The owner of Dawn Winery only associates himself with competent business partners. So, how could it be that the best of the best from all walks of life and all backgrounds couldn't locate the one person he needed to find?

Tirelessly, the redhead looked for you. Many sleepless nights weighed on him from shouldering so many responsibilities at once. He constantly asked for updates on the investigation and every time the news that there were no advances was just another layer of stress for him. So, of course, the moment the word of your location reached his ears, Diluc was up and out the door, claymore in hand, a fury in his eyes that few have seen only a handful of times.

When he got there, there being some far corner of Starfell Valley on the mountainside, there was no time to process or ask questions. All he knew was that you needed help if you wanted even a chance of making it out alive.

By a stroke of luck, you managed to escape the Abyss Mages that had been holding you hostage, an atrocious act that was no doubt aimed to make The Darknight Hero suffer. However, weaponless and exhausted, the creatures of down under easily caught up to you, surrounding you and throwing you around like a ragdoll. Diluc counted seven - one hydro, two electro, two cryo and two pyro - each using the elements to keep you from running too far.

With a few swift strikes of his enflamed claymore, the cryo and hydro mages disappeared in a cloud of red and black. Of course, they'd be the easiest of the group to get rid of. The last four would be the real challenge.

In between strikes, Diluc managed to get close to you, bending down to your fallen form. “Are you alright? Can you walk?” He did a once over of your body, noting that dirt clung to you and a couple cuts littered your skin. You could barely move too, having the shit kicked out of you.

“Not very far…” you groaned, raising your body slightly off the ground. Your lover nodded, glancing at the enemy before helping you stand.

“That’s alright, just get to that tree over there. I’ll come get you and take you home soon.” Diluc watches for a moment as you nod and begin to make your way over, turning his back to you once you've made decent progress. Taking up his weapon once more, it's a brutal clash of sparks and fire as he lets his adrenaline and rage fuel his every move. Soon, one electro mage goes down, and then the second and then one of the pyro ones until all that stands between him and getting you medical care and a nice bath is a single pyro Abyss Mage.

The demonic creature cackles loudly, a shrill sound that echoes in the silence. As it begins to wave its staff, a shock of recognition strikes Diluc and he glances around, looking for where the fire-breathing faces are going to appear. When he doesn't spot any dread fills his being and he chances a glance towards you, praying to the Archons that what he's thinking isn't about to play out.

The gods weren't in his favour.

Time seems to slow as he watches the triangle of heads surround you; he watches as you slowly turn to face one head-on, your tired eyes widening as you register the situation. Dilcu's only able to catch you turning your face away before he attacks the mage while its guard is down, interrupting its early dance of victory.

The next few minutes are a blur, both for you and your husband. Everything hurts, any slight movement or breath sends shooting pain through your body. When Diluc picks you up off the ground you let out the most heartbreaking cry he's heard and it took everything in him not to just stand there and soothe you.

He mumbled apology after apology, offering words of comfort as he ran as best he could without harming you further. When he made it to the cathedral he was ushered out of the room, every nun available flocking to your side. Despite the overwhelming emotions building in him, Diluc lets you go, waiting with as much patience as he can muster, which isn't a lot at that moment.

It takes about an hour before a sister approaches him, every second that he waited excruciating. She tells him that while your face was unharmed, you having managed to lean out of the way just in time, your upper arm, shoulder and the base of your neck on your left side were burned pretty bad and that scarring was almost guaranteed.

"But are they alive?" is all he asks in return. He cares that you were hurt, but he cares more to know if you'll live to spend another day with him. All the sister can do is nod, informing him that recovery will be slow, but you are alive. She adds right after that while you passed out from everything he was still allowed to enter and sit by your side. So, he does.

The nun didn't lie when she told him that things would be slow. It took several days before you could be discharged, and even when you were the days and nights that followed were filled with more torture than the usual joy.

Your burns would irritate at the slightest things, and you started to doubt your looks, wondering if your husband would still love you by the end when the wounds were all healed. At night you were haunted by nightmares of your time in captivity, and by the face of the abyss spell that burned you. It didn't help that the face was red and fluffy, just like Diluc's hair, leaving you to back away from him every time you woke up from that recurring dream, your mind tricking you that that thing had come back.

And all Diluc could do was hold you close to his chest once you saw that it was just him. He'd rub a warm hand along your back as you sobbed and shivered, quietly blaming himself for not being fast enough - to find you, to defeat the enemy, to get you out of the way of the fight. If he had been, if he succeeded in any of those things, then maybe you wouldn't have to live with this pain and trauma.

You were alive, but at what cost?

———

Childe, who was all the way in Inazuma for a mission.

Your husband left you that fateful day with a tight hug, a promise to come home and a kiss on the lips. As he walked further and further away from you all you could think about was greeting him in the same fashion. Your touch was his favourite thing after all, a reminder that you're there with him and that you love him despite all his wrongdoings.

The day came when Ajax set foot back in his homeland, and the first thing he did was search for you at the dock. When he didn't spot you, he'll admit he was a little disappointed but didn't think much of it. You were most likely just relaxing at home.

Yet, when he walked through the door he couldn’t find you anywhere. “Strange… where could they have gone? Maybe mom and dad’s?”

A quick trip over there reveals nothing however, just the tidbit of information from his mother on how it’s been a couple days since you’ve visited and that you last told them you were needing to chop some firewood.

Now he was not only confused but a sense of dread plagued his chest. Hoping it’s just his normal worrying, Ajax bids farewell to his family and heads back home. Sure enough, he spotted some stacked logs off to the side. What didn’t make sense though was the lack of an axe and the footprints that lead further into the tree line behind your home.

Following the tracks, the male’s eyes widen and his expression falls as the patterns in the snow go from clean prints to frantic clusters, as if you began running. What really injected fear into him though was the barely visible Treasure Hoarder insignia buried in the snow, its gold sheen glistening from the sun.

At this point his feet had a mind of their own as he picked up the pace, his mind running a mile a minute with the scariest thoughts his brain could conjure.

He wasn’t sure if he should've been relieved or frightened when he found you lying in the snow. Either way, he sprinted the rest of the way to you, calling out your name. You were on your side, back to him; you must’ve rolled into the fetal position to stay warm.

And that’s when he noticed it, the pink tint of the usually pure white snow surrounding your fallen form. Panic shoots through him as he rolls you onto your back, his hand recoiling at the state you were in, covering his mouth.

"No..." your cold gaze stares up at the sky, skin lacking the warmth he craves after a long day. Between the folds of your undone coat reveals where most, if not all the blood flowed from, now dry from days passed. With a shaky hand, he moves the cloth aside, surveying the damage.

The cut was deep but didn't hit anything major from the looks of it... you would have bleed out slow and painfully, and the mere idea makes him sick to his stomach. More and more he looks at the damage done to you and the more his blood boils and his heart stutterers. You were innocent, his spouse, his best friend, you had no intimate dealings with Fatui work, so why you?

His eyes narrow back in the direction of the insignia, the sorrow morphing into anger; they were fucking cowards, going after you instead of him. At the sanctuary of your home no less.

Looking back at the body that once housed your soul, he noticed something odd about your hand. It was clasped shut like you were holding onto something.

He starts to pry your fingers open, and for just a moment he can imagine that you're alive, back in the warmth of your home, grasping his scarf in a game of keep away. He'd pull you close, wrapping an arm around you and trapping you to his chest, grasping your wrist and trying to get the red fabric from you. Your husband would laugh merrily, "demanding" that you give him it back or else, to which you'd tell him no, because as long as you had it then he couldn't leave for the day.

When your palm finally opens up is the same moment time really stops and the world doesn't feel real around him. Picking up the small object, Ajax clasps it in his own hands, bringing it close to his chest - his heart - in hopes of feeling just the last bit of you left behind. He won't ever know this, but what he's doing now was exactly what you did in your final hour - you held the tangible promise you made with him close to you, your thoughts filled with him and only him as you took your last breath.

From that day onwards, your wedding ring rests against his collarbone, a string looped through it. He never takes it off, nor does he remove his own ring, because to him, you were the only one fit to take the place at his side in life. He doesn't want anyone else to love him, because no one could ever love or hold him in such high regard like you did.

It was everything or nothing, and you are his everything. Since you're gone, he'll gladly settle for nothing. Anything else and he'd label himself a cheater to your love.

———

Cyno, who prioritized catching the mastermind, lest any more innocents get hurt.

The General Mahamatra trudged back through the desert sands, clouds of dust trailing behind him. His grip was tight against the criminal’s wrists, leaving no room for escape. While part of him was solely focused on the captured mastermind, another part of him was thinking about you and how he's going to make it up to you for neglecting you the last few weeks. How could he ever possibly thank you or repay you for your neverending patience?

Rounding the last rock, Cyno finally makes it back to where he left you, having instructed you to wait there until he returned. You know that it was vital to stay put, so why is it that you've disappeared? Eyes red like the sunset scan the camp, finding that nothing was missing among your personal belongings or supplies.

As he continued to try and piece together the clues, you stood frozen in the shadows, an arm pulling you against a chest, keeping you in place. The hand over your mouth didn't help quell your fear, nor did the warm, rancid breath that tickled your neck.

How hard do you have to stare at the back of your lover's head for him to just turn in your direction!? Apparently very hard, because no matter how much you will a telepathic message his way, he still fails to find you. Tears begin to slide down your face - is this really it? Will this be the end? When he's so close to you? Will he turn and walk in the wrong direction, giving the man holding you time to escape with you in tow?

The looming threat that if you step out of line you risk harming yourself and Cyno plays in your mind, but you also remember nights lying in bed with your husband, whispering reassurance to him that no matter the situation you knew he'd always save you. You had full confidence in his abilities.

Gathering your resolve you take a leap of faith and elbow your captor, biting the hand that impairs your voice. Making a mad dash from the hiding spot, you scream for Cyno, watching as his head whips in your direction.

It all happened so fast after that. One second there's just you, him and the two Eremites and in the next, you're surrounded. The mastermind Cyno had been holding manages to retch his arms free, whistling a tune causing other desert dwellers to pop up from seemingly nowhere. A capture net is being thrown over you, aiming true and trapping you once more. Cyno, now flanked from all sides, can only watch helplessly as two men grasp the ends of the net, dragging you like you're nothing but a sack of goods.

You squirm with all your might, but it does nothing as you're effortlessly tossed in a caravan, screaming and sobbing for your husband. Amidst the scuffle, the leader orders the others to "shut them up" and right after a powder is poured on you, the effects taking seconds to kick in.

You begin to quiet until you slump on your side, and Cyno feels the urgency build even more. He channels all the strength he has into at least breaking through to get to you, but the moment he does the snap of reins echoes out and the cart takes off.

So, he runs, because for once something much for valuable that his life is on the line. Because he can't afford to let the bad guy get away this time.

But a man cannot match the pace of a horse, and it isn't long before his stamina reaches its limit and he stumbles, and you disappear over the horizon.

———

Wriothesley, who believed he could save everyone.

By no means was the warden of the Fortress of Meropide lacking in skills. He's proven time and time again that he's worthy of the title of Duke among the underwater structure, able to shoulder the responsibility of keeping each and every inmate well cared for and as comfortable as possible.

Perhaps that was the reason he's failing now to protect those he really cares for, for you were no inmate, but rather the person he swore to spend the rest of his life with.

He knew that this day would come, but he was still so, so unprepared for it. The damn seal was due to break sooner or later, and it chose today of all days to do so. The evacuation was quick, maybe even quicker than the first one, but there was one difference this time around. Today was also the day that a couple Melusines had come in Monsieur Neuvillette's place, delivering some reports to Wriothesley while also taking this time to speak with Sigewinne.

"Where are they?" The Duke grits his teeth, running through every area he can reach. You weren't far behind, having insisted a second pair of eyes was better than one. When another room turned up empty he slammed his first into the wall, cursing loudly.

You did another look through in the places he missed before sighing, placing a hand on his chest, "We'll find them Wrio. Take a deep breath, please." He stares at you for a moment, doing as you suggested. You offer a small smile, "There aren't many rooms left, they've gotta be here."

"I know," he sighs, running a hand through his messy hair, "but we're running out of time."

Just as he says that the building rumbles and shakes, the sound of a pipe bursting in the distance sending fear through your body. All it takes is a shared look for you two to start running again, eyes and ears sharp as you try to catch even the slightest signs of life.

There were only two rooms left to check when you heard a call, not by a Melusine but by a pair of inmates. Turning to look, your stress levels spike.

“Shit, this isn’t good,” Wriothesley mutters, surveying the situation the moment you both made it over. One of the inmates was trapped underneath a metal panel, and his buddy wasn’t strong enough to lift it off him on his own.

They plead for help and you can see the cool grey eyes of your lover start to unfocus, a million thoughts passing through his mind. Time is running out, and as he's internally about to lose his cool the sound of your voice brings him back.

Laying a hand on his shoulder you squeeze firmly, "Listen, how about we split up? You deal with this and I go find the Melusines. We'll be faster that way."

His eyes widen at your proposition, and he doesn't even have to think twice about denying, "Now, hold on just a-!"

Another tremor, and you have to harden your tone to get your point across, “We don’t have time Wriothesley, help them and I’ll search the two rooms. When you’re done get them out of here, I won’t be far behind!”

He wants to say no, wants you to get to the surface and he'll take care of the inmate and missing Melusines, but as he looks at the crumbling Fortress he finds himself biting his lips before nodding. "You better stay safe, or else."

You smile, turning and disappearing into the second last room. A quick search proves nothing and when you leave you see your husband beginning to pull out the stuck inmate. You're able to meet gazes for a moment only to break it off, rushing into the last room.

It's easy to spot the brightly coloured blue beings amongst the dreary Fortress walls. "Thank Archons!" You sigh, almost tripping over your feet in your hurry to get them, scooping them up in your arms, "we have to go now you two!"

There's a groan of metal and the clatter of something collapsing in the distance, and it's safe to say you didn't waste time sprinting out of there. As you pass where you last saw your husband, there's a momentary wave of relief at seeing him no longer lingering there. You know then that he's gotten out, and that he's probably waiting anxiously for you.

The thought pushes you to get out faster, jumping over any puddles that have formed or debris. But just because you can jump doesn't mean you can dodge.

One piece then two fell from above, but when you look up dread courses through you upon the realization that a good section of the roof is about to drop. You acted before you could fully think and tossed the two tiny beings in your arms, sprinting just a little faster before leaping yourself. You're glad you managed to throw them out of the collapse zone, but you weren't so lucky, your leg getting trapped from midway to your knee and down under the pile of rubble. All it took was one attempt at tugging your leg out to know it was stuck under there good.

"Go," you pointed in the direction of the exit, immediately beginning to dig yourself out. The least you could do was get them to safety. The Melusines however hesitated, looking at each other before looking at you again. You knew they weren't strong enough to lift anything off you, so you repeated the one-word order, adding that you'd be right behind them.

You hear more than you see them run off, and after a minute of struggling you manage to free yourself, continuing towards the exit.

Wriothesley didn't stick around the entrance, instead busying himself with checking on everyone. If he didn't then he'd go mad and rush back in to get you. As he made another round he spotted the two creatures of the sea clutching onto the Iudex, their heads buried in his neck. If they were safe, then you must've made it out too, right?

Wriothesley gives the order to close the Fortress of Meropide off completely, and he watches unaware as he cages you in. It's only by chance that, once he's almost to the surface, he looks out the window of his escape submarine and through one of the windows of the Fortress. The horror sets in.

Even if it's useless, you stumble and limp up to the glass, banging on it, screaming for him. You're not sure what he'd do though, maybe you just wanted to see him one last time, wanted to tell him you love him, that it's not his fault. You stare at him, tears streaming down your face before turning your back to the ocean and sliding down to the ground.

Even if he can't hear you, you whisper out your love for him, how you'd never hold this against him. You pray to the Archons, to the Traveler, to Neuvillette, to Clorinde to watch over him for you.

You eye the rising water, and to make it just a little more bearable you pretend it's the first time you got Wriothesley to go swimming with you. You had dip your toes in first, as a show that the water wouldn't bite. He wasn't scared of the water, and he knew how to swim; he wasn't ashamed of the scars on his body either. No, he refused to go swimming back then because he didn't want to freeze, and it took you and the trust he placed in your word to tell him the water was perfect.

So, you repeat that same action, imagining Wriothesley is right beside you like that day years ago.

From the water pod, your husband watches frozen as you vanish in an instant, continuing to watch as the water rises until it's above the height of the glass. In that single moment, most of the warmth in his heart vanishes along with you.

"You promised you'd be safe... I trusted you..."

It was the first and last time any prisoner would see the almighty Wriothesley cry out, for he swore sometime later that he'd close off his heart and never let anyone get as close as you did. He knows deep down that's not what you'd want, but he knew he could never go through the same pain again and still continue to live.

———

Zhongli, who you were fighting side by side with.

It's always been like that, you and him up in arms against the world. It was like that in the Archon War, in the Cataclysm and any other time someone threatened the safety of the Lord of Geo's territory. You had his back and he had yours, something that only grew stronger as your relationship developed from war buddies to friends then finally to lovers.

It was... naive of you both to think that you'd be able to spend eternity together without issue. You were too blinded by the fact that you were both going to withstand time and he believed that there was no way he'd fail to protect you, not with the strength he possessed.

Your downfall was not due to time or a lack of strength, but rather your own desire to keep the man you love safe from harm.

Zhongli did not see the sword pierce your skin, but he did hear the strangled cry you let out. He felt the fear wash over him, he saw the bloody aftermath as you fell forward into him, no longer able to hold yourself upright.

Instinctively he wraps his arms around you, sinking to the grass with you. Crimson stains his hands and clothes fast as if the wound was his own and he knows right then that your time together is limited.

The pain you feel is searing and with each breath you take you're fighting to keep that air in your lungs long enough to get more. Your husband spoke softly as he stroked your shoulder, "Why did you take the hit for me?"

When you looked up into his warm, amber eyes you knew then that this was the last time he'd hold you, the last time you'd speak with one another. How interesting it is that you both realized at different points that this was the end.

"You..." you cough, body trembling in his hold and Zhongli almost regrets asking you to speak. He just wants to make you comfortable in your last moments, to act as if everything is okay. "You... were going to get hurt."

The man you knew to never weep lets a single tear slide down his face, a light chuckle getting stuck in his throat, "ah, how like you to put me above yourself. I'm the same way with you, so I suppose I can't point fingers, now can I?"

“No… you can’t,” you smile back, but it’s tough to force it through the pain. You cough again and this time a little blood comes up as well.

It’s getting harder and harder to breathe as the seconds tick by. “Morax.”

The former Archon stiffens; you rarely ever call him by his real name unless you're serious about something. "Yes, my dear? What is it?" When he sees you trying to lift your hand to his cheek, Zhongli dips his head, placing his own hand over yours.

Glazed eyes watch as you swallow, stuttering on your own breath, "I'm... I'm very proud of the man you've become compared to the Archon I first met. I'm very proud of the things you've done for Liyue, and I'm grateful for the things you've done for me."

Your eyes droop a little, and he knows your time to depart is near when he sees you rest your head against him more and with the way he has to hold up your hand for it to stay resting on his cheek. He swears he won't let you slip away until you've said your final peace.

"I... I need you to promise me something Morax."

"You know I will always do my best to honour your wishes," he tells you, his grip tightening on your hand. A sudden breeze picks up, blowing his hair in such an elegant way that your face softens, never not amazed by his beauty. Tranquillity washes over you, and it may sound crazy, but the scent the wind brought to you smelt like home, like a simpler time in your life.

All other sounds are drowned out, the wind blowing them far away so he could hear you clearly, "You have to find happiness again... even though I won't be there for you. Can... can you promise me that?"

He pulls you impossibly closer, removing your hand just to place a gentle kiss on your palm before returning it to its place, "I promise." In that moment he feels like he's lied to you, for he believes he'll never truly recover from your death, but that doesn't mean he won't try for you. And as you smile up at him for the last time, Morax feels that he could live with his answer to you.

Much like his friends of old, he knows he'll see you in the little things around the city - a lantern, a blooming flower, a cup of tea, the fires in fireplaces - as if you're watching over him. He'll continue to walk forward as everything passes him by, mingling with the ever-changing people and culture and surrounding himself with friends, because that's what he promised you, and he wants you to see that even when you're not by his side to experience it yourself.

"I'm happy now, see? But I will never be as happy as I was with you"

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