#genshin hurt
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Rejecting you was my first mistake
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Summary: They harshly reject you before realizing later on that they had feelings for you all along... only that you have already turned over a new leaf.
Pairings: Ayato, Kaeya, Xiao, Alhaitham x (gn!) Reader - [separate]
Tags: Angst, Hurt/no comfort
A/N: Hi peeps! I'm back with a new fic. Perfect for the gloomy fall season I deliver you some angst that a nonnie requested. I also added Alhaitham despite not being in the request. This is my first time writing for him (and it's angst, haha! He'll also get some fluff soon, I promise!)
AYATO
You looked below yourself and started drawing circles in the sand on the beach you were sitting on with Ayato. Your heart painfully clenched in your chest as you were unsure whether or not now was the right time to pour your heart out to the man by your side. Would he feel the same or would it end up ruining the friendship you’ve had since your childhood days?
“What is troubling you?” There really was nothing you could hide from him, was there?
“Nothing.”, you attempted to reassure him but he didn't seem convinced and raised an eyebrow with worry flaring up in his lavender eyes. You sighed deeply, your mind and heart starting to race one hundred miles per hour, while trying to gather all your courage.
“Ayato, I… I think I have feelings for you.”
“Oh.”
A small frown played around his lips that looked more like he was pitying you and you could feel how your heart shattered into a million pieces. A mind numbing silence followed your confession that almost drove you insane.
“Oh? That is all you have to say?”
“I’m sorry... I won’t be able to give you the reply you’re hoping for... I do not reciprocate your feelings, I see you more as a part of my family. I've actually been meaning to tell you today, that I’m going to be wed soon”
“... a wedding?”, you asked in disbelief with a quivering voice.
“It has not been officially announced yet, but she is from an allied clan and it was my father’s dying wish that I’d marry her.”
You turned your face away from him, not wanting him to see how his words had crushed even the last bit of hope you've ever had. You could feel tears stinging at the corners of your eyes and a painful lump forming in your throat. You got up from where you were sitting, kicking off the sand that stuck to your clothes and sighed silently in defeat.
“Do you love her?”, you asked with a shaky voice, waiting for his answer.
“I will.”, he replied after a short moment of hesitation, as if he was looking for the right words in order to not wound you more than he already had, oblivious to the fact that your heart was already broken beyond repair.
You nodded in acceptance before you started to walk away without looking back, feeling his pitying stare burn into the back of your head.
Weeks turned into months and months soon turned into years but he never saw you again since that day on the beach. You didn’t attend his wedding, that he had attempted to invite you to again via numerous letters, either. But every letter he sent to you or spontaneous visits to your home, stayed unanswered, until he ultimately decided to leave you alone to allow your broken heart to heal at its own pace.
It wasn’t until he found a letter addressed to him on his desk one day, that made reality suddenly crash down on him.
Dear Lord Kamisato,
I am truly sorry that I did neither reach out for a long time nor that I could deliver this message to you in person. Shortly after our talk at the beach back then I realized that I needed to change something about my life and decided to leave Inazuma for good. By the time you will receive this letter I am already long gone.
I had realized that I needed to stop chasing impossible dreams and start focusing on my own goals in life and I knew that wouldn’t have been possible, if my feelings for you kept being an obstacle. It felt like I was drowning in a deep ocean, trying to reach the surface in order to be able to breathe again, but no matter how hard I struggled, it felt like it kept moving further and further away from me. Thus I took the next ship to Liyue and started to build a new life there. You’ll be happy to hear that I even met a lovely man that I married not too long ago.
I’m sorry I could not attend your wedding and I often miss the days where we hung out to talk or played chess together. I hope that things have gone well on your end and that you’re happy and doing well where you’re at now.
With Love,
Your old friend
He gingerly put the letter back on the table in front of him, tracing your penmanship with his finger as if he intended to feel your presence through it under his fingertips for one last time. He harshly bit his lip and felt a single tear rolling down his cheek. He wondered why your words caused him such intense grief all of a sudden.
It wasn’t until his eyes landed on the photo of him and his wife on his wedding day that he began to realize and a tidal wave of regret surged over him.
Back on that day on the beach he told you he would get married, he told you he would love her and he told you he doesn’t love you the same way you loved him. So why was it that only now he realized that it was you, that it had always been you, who he had been in love with all along? He had been a coward and pushed you away. Now you are gone, building a family of your own, far away from him, while he is trapped in a loveless marriage with a woman he has nothing in common with.
He had lied to himself all these years, convincing himself that he was happy with the way things were now - but the cold hard truth was, that he could not be happy if it wasn’t with you.
KAEYA
“And I won, again!”, Kaeya snickered, throwing his playing cards on the table triumphantly before downing the rest of his wine in one sip. It had been a cheerful evening that you and him spent together at the Tavern after work and you’d feel great, if only it wasn’t for your crush on the Cavalry Captain, which increasingly pushed itself in the foreground on your mind.
“I give up, you beat me! Drinks are on me tonight”, you chuckled and lifted your hands up in defeat before going to order another round of drinks for you.
Kaeya watched as you walked over to the bar, conversing with the familiar bard who seemed to be quite fond of the wine as well and often kept hanging around the Tavern. He watched as the young bard threw a quick glance over his way before leaning in closer to you and whispering something in your ear that seemed to fluster you quite a bit, making you shake your head quickly.
“Got a love confession from the little bard over there, sweetheart?”, Kaeya teased as you arrived back at the table with the drinks.
“No, no, nothing like that. Nothing important.”, you reassured him, but deep down you hoped that what Kaeya had just asked was a small sign that he was interested in you as well.
As the evening drew to a close, Kaeya and you walked home together until you stood in front of your door. The moment you took the doorknob in your hand you suddenly turned around again with newfound courage, determined to spill your hearts content out to Kaeya.
“Alright, here we are. See you tomorrow! We can–”
“Kaeya, wait…”, you interrupted him and grabbed his hand before he could leave. “Remember when the bard told me something earlier?”
“Yeah, I do. Need any love advice from yours truly?”, Kaeya teased.
“Kaeya, please. This is not about him… but about something he told me, or rather about something he told me to do.”
“Are you in trouble?”
“Tch, that’s one way to put it… Kaeya, listen, I think – no, I’ve realized you’re more to me than just a friend. I–I I have feelings for you.”
A long silence followed your confession. His expression remained unreadable until he eventually pulled his hand out of yours again, placing it over his stomach and starting to laugh. Your heart painfully clenched at the sound of his bellowing laughter echoing in your ears.
“Hahaha, sweetheart. I think you had a bit too much to drink tonight, hm?” He remarked and patted your cheek with an amused expression, wiping a tear out of the corner of his eye.
“I only drank grape juice, Kaeya!”, you exclaimed, slapping his hand away in frustration. “I meant what I said.”
“Oh.”, he paused, his amused expression replaced with one that essentially told you everything you needed to know. He did not feel the same way about you.
“You actually like me?”
“I do… quite ironic, huh? The first time I ever fall in love, it’s with the only person who doesn’t love me back.”, you directed your gaze at the ground, feeling tears prick at the corners of your eyes as you desperately tried to swallow them down.
“I-I guess I’ll leave you be… goodnight. See you tomorrow, maybe…” He turned around, quickly waving you goodbye and leaving you heartbroken.
In the following weeks he noticed that you were purposefully avoiding him but he couldn’t blame you for it. He tried to act as he normally would when he ran into you, in the hopes that things would go back to how they were before that night, but they never did. In fact the more he tried to act normal, the more he felt like you were pushing him away, until you ultimately came to his office, handing him your letter of resignation telling him that you couldn’t keep going as if nothing happened.
It wasn’t until he saw you walking around the Dawn Winery’s vineyard hand in hand with Diluc, when he was there for some official business on the Knights' behalf, that he felt something inside of him die. At first he shrugged it off as jealousy, until he wondered why he was jealous in the first place. He had told you he had no feelings for you, so why did he feel the way he did when he saw you so happy and in love with Diluc? Why was it only now that he realized that he was in love with you?
To shield himself, he had always been so used to lying and keeping his heart locked, even to the ones he loved, that he had become numb to its desires - running away from his own feelings, until it was too late.
In the end all he could do was ruin things and push people away. It’s what he was best at, it seems.
XIAO
Xiao and you had hung out at Wangshu Inn but as soon as you had gone home he found your backpack sitting on one of the chairs on the balcony. Surely you must’ve forgotten it.
He picked your backpack up before it slipped out of his grasp, spilling its contents on the floor. Among it was your diary, which flipped open and landed face down on the ground.
Xiao let out an annoyed sigh as he picked up the things scattered across the floor, until he picked up your diary and caught a glimpse of a page where you had stuck a picture of you and him together with some doodled hearts and a small note reading "One day I will tell him..." below it.
What did that have to mean?
As if prompted, out of the corner of his eyes he spotted how your familiar figure appeared at the entrance to the balcony again. You halted the minute you saw him stand there, backpack on the floor with all your things scattered around it and your diary in his hand - opened. You could feel panic well up inside of your chest and your heart dropped heavily.
“What are you doing there, Xiao?”, you asked with unease in your voice. Had he seen the picture with your notes?
“I wanted to bring you your backpack, you’ve forgotten it. I accidentally dropped it… what does this have to mean? What will you tell me one day?”
He turned around, stretching his arm out, showing you the opened book in his hand and your worst fears had become reality the moment you saw which page he had been looking at.
“Xiao, I–, archons why did you have to see this… I like you Xiao – a lot actually.”
He eyed you cautiously with an indecipherable expression in his eyes. Was it confusion, was it anger or maybe even lack of understanding? You couldn’t tell and the silence that followed your confession made your heart painfully contract in your chest.
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why?”
“Why would you want to tell me this? What made you think I’d ever feel the same way? I’m not capable of feeling this way towards you, or anyone.”
“It’s not like I chose to.” Your voice was nothing but a mere whisper at this point and the lump in your throat became more painful by the minute. You took your last bit of strength to rip your diary out of his hands and quickly gathered your things together, that were still lying on the ground and stuffed them into your backpack. You flung it over your shoulder and left the adeptus without looking back once.
This was the last time Xiao talked to you. He convinced himself that he didn’t need anyone around anyway, he’d been alone for centuries already, he could do a couple more. That was until the Lantern Rite came around a year later.
He never had been the person to hang around big crowds and this year would be no different. He sat atop one of the buildings in the city, overlooking the harbor and watching the lanterns float into the night sky.
Suddenly his gaze found you in the large crowd at the pier and he watched you as you let your own lantern rise into the sky, but you weren’t alone. There was a man with you who kissed you tenderly as you stood there hand in hand, looking after your lantern with a big smile on your face.
Something inside of him stirred at the sight of you looking at another man with the same adoration you’ve had in your eyes for him back then. How often had you asked him if he had wanted to visit the Lantern Rite together with you as well and how often did you skip going because he refused to go?
The scene where you had left him on the balcony of Wangshu Inn, when he had found your diary, played in front of his inner eye again, evident hurt in your eyes, inflicted by his vicious words, when all you had ever shown and given to him was your time and love. He had yet again been too stubborn to realize what his heart wanted and fell back into old patterns of pushing anyone away who got too close to him. Maybe he had been scared of what it would mean if he had admitted he had felt the same for you – in fact, he still felt the same. But you no longer did.
He had pushed you away and you found happiness with someone else. Someone more deserving of your love and he had no one to blame but himself for that.
ALHAITHAM
The day you found out you and Alhaitham had been assigned to the same research trip for the Akademiya, you had felt your heart do a little jump for joy in your chest. Both of you had started studying together at the Haravatat and occasionally had been working on group projects.
The trip itself started well, you had been sent to research and gather information on some carvings found in one of the ruins of King Deshret in the desert. You had set up camp at the oasis nearby and working with him was going smoothly so far, as it always did.
On the second day you decided to venture deeper into the ruins together, to see if you'd find more inscriptions. As you took the lead, you suddenly felt one of the tiles below your feet sink down and before you could react you felt a strong arm snatch around your waist, pulling you to the side. Once you came to again you found yourself lying atop of Alhaitham, your back pressed against his chest and his arm still around your waist, in front of you a pile of rubble that had fallen down from the ceiling.
"Careful, there are traps here.", he rationally explained. Maybe a bit too rational considering you could have died. But you didn't give it too much thought, also because you were way too distracted by the pounding of your heart in your chest, and you knew it wasn't because of the triggered trap that it was beating so loudly.
"Right…", you huffed breathlessly, before slowly trying to wiggle out of his grasp again. Had the placement of his arm been intentional or did you interpret too much into it? As your thoughts spiraled off, you felt your cheeks heat up, looking down to the ground in an attempt to hide your flustered face from him.
"Are you hurt?"
"No. No, I'm fine. Thank you… for pulling me out of the way."
He looked at you with a stern expression, nodding in acknowledgement before brushing some sand off his clothes and returning to his studies wordlessly. He sat down on a huge stone in front of a mural, continuing to scribble notes in his notebook.
"Alhaitham?", you rasped with evident nervousness in your voice, gathering all your courage for what you were planning to say.
“Hm?”, he hummed, just briefly flicking his gaze up to you. You deeply inhaled beginning to feel your heartbeat pulsate in your temples.
"I think you're really great and–"
"Do you intend to ask me for help with your paper?"
"N-no, no that's not what I was going to say… uhm, I've been meaning to say that I really really like you.", you stammered, gesturing about wildly with your hands.
"I like you too, you're a great research partner and have great academic potential."
Ouch. Either he was completely oblivious or playing dumb, no matter the case, the lump in your throat became so big it started to hurt and at that moment you wanted nothing more than to cry and run away. Your confession had backfired even worse than anything you had imagined.
"I-I don't mean academically… or even as a friend. I like you… romantically, Alhaitham.", you coaxed out, using up all your strength in order to not start crying.
He looked up from his notes and put his pencil down, eyes now fully trained on you while furrowing his eyebrows.
"What made you think I have feelings for you?", he asked with an annoyed undertone in his voice. He slightly shook his head and devoted himself to his notes again.
He did not speak to you for the entire rest of trip afterwards, outside of the strictly necessary communication. Practically acting as if you didn't exist. Leaving you even more embarassed and heartbroken than you had already been from his original rejection.
Back at the Akademiya you immediately enrolled to change subjects and joined the Amurta for a short while, before deciding to quit your academic career entirely to become a Forest Ranger in Avidya Forest.
Alhaitham would lie if he had said he immediately noticed that you had quit, it had only occurred to him several weeks after you had been gone. It had gotten rather quiet recently and while he usually didn't mind being on his own and studying alone, he did miss your input on certain matters.
It wasn't until one day where he was tasked to bring an important document to Tighnari in Avidya Forest on the Akademiya's behalf, that he realized his grave mistake. It was then he saw you again for the first time. You stood on the gravel path in front of Tighnari's hut, both your hands interlocked with his, pressing a fleeting kiss on his lips. A smile brighter than the sun gracing your beautiful features before waving Tighnari goodbye and heading for the forest, together with a girl with green hair and purple eyes.
At that moment Alhaitham felt a wave of emotions wash over him, ones he, at first, couldn't quite place. You had never smiled at him like this. Was what he witnessed, what he could have had with you? He tried to ignore the painful knot in his stomach but no matter how often he told himself that he didn’t care what you were doing with your life now and who you were with, he had to admit that in reality he wanted nothing more than to turn back time to tell you he felt the same for you. It finally dawned on him that he had been blind about his feelings for you the entire time.
Why did he only realize it now? Only Archons knew.
He had learned the hard way that academic success wasn’t everything that was desirable in life. A realization that unfortunately came too late - you had already found happiness in someone else.
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Can you do one where albedo is mad at you ruining all his paperwork and destroying precious potions he made or something n please take your time (I just really like albedo lol)
It was a mistake , really. Usually, Albedo would let it slide because he knew you didn’t mean it and how could he be angry at his lover over something this small?
But it was a bad day, perhaps, or maybe he’s just completely done with the bullshit you’ve been giving him.
“I’m sorry, i didn’t mean it.” Your eyes were fixed on the ground as you felt Albedo’s glare, like a blast of arctic cold air,cold and unforgiving.
“Just exactly how many times do you want me to repeat this?” His face was a mask of anger, his lips pressed together in a tight line as he glared at you. “ I told you multiple times to not enter the lab when I am working and now you just spilled the coffee on the very thing I didn’t want you to. “ His tone was harsh and unforgiving, his words laced with contempt and disdain.
You never saw him this angry.
You stood there helplessly, a sense of humiliation and guilt washed through your body and you could only muster strength to run out of the lab when he told you to leave.
An ugly sob escaped you as you closed the door, you frantically covered your mouth afraid that he will hear it. It’s all your fault, that you always fuck things up. Even a man as patient as Albedo is sick of you now.
Albedo can’t concentrate, he tried to focus on his work but all he could recall is the way you trembled under his unforgiving gaze, shoulders slumped as he spilled out harsh words.
Are you crying now?
Are you hurt?
Are you scared of him now?
These thoughts plagued his mind and he felt a heavy weight settling at the pit of his stomach.
He hesitated before reaching for the handle, his heart racing from anxiety, what if you got angry and left him? The door creaked open revealing a heart breaking sight.
To see you curled up under the blankets, eyelids heavy and swollen from crying, the tears still drying from your cheeks as you drifted to sleep broke him.
He carefully climbed up the bed and lay beside you, pulling you into a warm embrace, “ I’m sorry.”
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Mother
“The one thing the boy picks to call her, is everything she is not. In a single, painful word.”
Characters: Raiden Shogun, Scaramouche (Platonic, familial)
Genre: Hurt, angst with no comfort
Warnings: Parental neglect + spoilers for Inazuma Archon quest III (no references to anything past this)
Recommended: Listen to “Nightmare” while reading this!!
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Nothingness
It is the plane of Euthymia. It is a place where nothing lives, nothing dies, nothing changes.
Stillness
It is the Tenshukaku. The fortress of Inazuma. The promise of stability in an epoch of an ever-rotating gyre.
Eternity
It is Her Majesty the Raiden Shogun. Forged from a single strike of lightning split into two. She is an immanent shadow; the past dissipating into her grand forms.
There is no feeling to a lack of time- her unmoving face has not encountered a disruption in many, many years. And there is no longer anyone to keep record of such things either. There is only a violet sky mired in an impenetrable and brilliant darkness, so striking that the heartbreak of a sister left behind is lost beneath static skies.
And to such a person, a child was born.
He is unlike her. For he is anything but nothing. The boy is constantly changing. One moment he babbles at the Shogun incoherently, and the next he is smiling with no reserve, taking the first trembling steps towards the woman he calls ‘mother’. The Raiden Shogun can take on the form of everything and anything in Inazuma- the rich waters of the islands, or the sakura petals drifting from Narukami. But the one thing the boy picks to call her, is everything she is not. In a single, painful word.
“Mother!”
The boy has changed again. It is too fast she thinks; his existence is too fleeting. His hair has grown longer, and with a toothless, asymmetrical smile, he giggles. Eternity flows seamlessly through his violent purple tresses, dripping off the locks as easily as water.
The Raiden Shogun is the epitome of Nothingness. Stillness. Eternity. Cumulatively, all at the same time. But the boy is a ripple in her motionless ocean. Drop by drop, the force of a feeling eliminated by eternity is returned by the water from the boy’s plum locks.
There should be no place for fear in eternity.
But that is what blossoms in Ei, when she gazes at the boy. And yet, he changes again, transient as everything she has ever lost. The boy is taller, and braids his hair. He trails behind the Shogun, animatedly chattering over anything and everything.
“Mother, why does the Sacred Sakura never lose its petals?”
The Shogun wants to speed her pace up
“Mother! Is it true that… there are such trees which produce melons? Can you eat such things?”
There was a mistake. This is an anomaly.
“Mother… mother..! Wait..!”
If Her Majesty turns around now, she will see the child’s eyes which glimmer with the hope of a small Naku Weed. It is the only thing that sets them apart, for he is her splitting image.
The child has no name other than a cruel label- the puppet he is to become. But when he stands for hours on end in wait behind the screen of her audience chamber (not knowing how easily visible his small figure is) the familiar feeling of fear plucks at her long unbeating heart.
It is then that Ei realises she cannot afford to let herself love him. She cannot let him become her. Not her child of burgeoning bright blue eyes. Her waking world, woven from the stuff of dreams. She forces her arms by her sides. She will not touch him, or embrace him. For the sooner she does, the day he lies lifeless in her arms encroaches. Like all those before him.
The next day, Kunikuzushi is called to the Shogun’s audience chamber. Her Majesty approaches, and before there is protest, violet locks fall to the ground with the shing of a blade. They are no longer the same. But for some reason, the light in his eyes harden to the same shade as his creator, and perhaps they were never more similar.
Now that the cord is cut, the Shogun finally grants the puppet his freedom, alongside his freedom from the only name ever given to him.
The Raiden Shogun watches the retreating figure from her lofty abode. And for some strange reason, for the first time, she feels the pain of a mother.
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Broken Dreams
In which Scaramouche dreams. He dreams of what could have been.
Warnings: Parental trauma, very slight body horror, angst, hurt no comfort
Red.
The first thing Scaramouche notices as he blinks his eyes in confusion is the color. Red leaves, as vibrant as fire. Red, as intense as fresh blood spilled over snow. A pale hand reaches out to touch the leaves as his eyebrows furrow deeper, skewing his perfect features. Where in the world-
As his hand meets the warm leaf, a small bird flits into the boy's line of sight. Concerned eyes warm a bit as he watches the animal land softly on a dark sprawling branch. Sleepily, the harbinger tries to grasp his surroundings.
Sunset rays of light spill into the room, drowning the space in deep amber. Dancing in the light are dense maple tree branches, abundant in foliage. A distant sea breeze whispers through the leaves and tickles indigo hair against Scaramouche’s cheeks. The Balladeer glides his palm across a low branch, to the trunk of the tree, lost in the dreaminess of the scene. The air smells sweet and familiar… A small smile forms on Scaramouche’s lips as he tries to recall the scent.
“Lavender melon…” Scaramouche mutters to himself, deep in a misty haze. He inhales deeper, letting his chest fill up with the smell of the past, and he exhales with an even larger grin. Confusion melts to contentment as he pads around the eerily familiar space. White, powdered sand forms at the base of the maple trees, contrasting beautifully against the dark wooden floors. The entire room is so well manicured, the harbinger can’t help but wonder what the area was made for.
“I haven’t had a break in a while. Perhaps I could lounge here for a bit.” Scaramouche reaches to adjust his hat, quickly realizing nothing is there. He purses his lips and shakes his head.
Bright lavender eyes land on an electro symbol on the grand doors, causing his breath to catch in his chest. Slowly, he presses his hands to the large handles. Something stirs deep in his stomach as he watches the familiar symbol pulse with power. A warning? A memory?
Scaramouche swallows dryly and the door gives way, opening up to a larger room. The salty breeze picks up to a gale, swirling the loose white pants of his suikan around his knees. Wait, white-?!
“Get this shit off me!” The man shouts as his hands clench at the plum sleeves, tugging hard to remove the noble fabric. “What the fuck is this place?!”
A sound grabs the distraught Scaramouche’s attention and his eyes begin to dart from the unrolled long shades to the tatami mats to the beautifully decorated screen dividers. Anger and fear swirl like a dance in his torso, along with a shocking realization of his current reality.
“A dream. A fucking dream.” The puppet whispers aloud to himself as his gaze locks on a tall, slender shadow behind the divider. The anger numbs him as fear crawls up to claim his sensibility. The domain.
“Now, where did you run off to?” The voice of his creator calls out as her shadow moves closer. “My child, please let me see you. I have a gift.”
Scaramouche prided himself in his strength. In his ability to bring men twice his size to their knees from fear. In his ability to command an army’s number of people to do whatever he wishes. Scaramouche is the fear. He is the one who brings Fatui gunners to tears, begging for mercy.
But, under the divine gaze of his creator’s lilac stare, he is a stranger to the Balladeer.
He is a forgotten child once more.
“Stay away from me!” Scaramouche screams as the archon glides across the mats. Her violet hair is tied back in a majestic braid and it swings rhythmically as she walks. Intricate robes and accessories adorn her strong, slender body. Everything about her is familiar. Everything about her is her. All except one thing.
She's smiling.
Tears well in the doll’s eyes and begin to stream down his pale cheeks, flushing red with rage.
“How dare you call me yours!” The boy’s voice is broken. A lump sits in his throat and attempting to swallow away the pathetic sound only brings more tears. “I said stay away!”
“You don’t mean that. Please don’t say that, darling.” Beelzebub responds, melancholy softening her frightfully bright eyes. “You are my child…”
As if she’d punched him in the gut, the nameless puppet collapses to his knees.
“Fuck you.” He cries out as one hand wraps around the feather he wore on his neck. A symbol of the archon; one he’d worn long ago after being thrown away by his creator. Try as he might, the feather necklace did not tear. “I said stay away…”
A long, dark shadow casts over him and he dare not look up at her. There was no creator who wished to see him. The figure who towers over him is nothing but a figment from his childish memory.
Tender fingers wrap around his hand, urging him to stop struggling. Her touch is so warm and she feels so familiar. Scaramouche would have backhanded her across her face. Maybe he’d spit at her and curse her for touching him.
The puppet simply freezes.
Perhaps she was right. Perhaps he did not mean it.
“I hate you. I hate you!” His thin hands cover his face, shielding himself from her intense watch. How deplorable. How utterly shameful it is, allowing himself to crumple as the god pulls herself flush to her doll. The self loathing thoughts only grow louder as Ei’s hand finds his cheek. As his eyes find his archon’s once more, he finds himself leaning into her touch, despite his venomous words.
Soft digits smooth back the dark bangs that stick to the puppet’s forehead. Delicate and strong, she strokes his hair away from his eyes and pulls him closer. The contact only urged his tears to pour faster. He folds himself inward, allowing her to wrap her muscular arms around him. She feels so close, it feels so real. Bile stings the boy’s mouth as he cries harder.
“Why do you cry, child?” Beelzebub’s voice is not her own. It is full of love and compassion; worry and comfort. It is not the voice of a creator or a ruler, but the voice of a mother. The Ei he knew did not care for the whys of the worthless puppets' tears. She cared for it to have never happened in the first place. “I told you, I brought a gift. Did you just miss me?”
“You are not real!” Wails the nameless doll once more. His feeble body shakes so vigorously, he fears he may pass out. “You’re not her, you bitch. This is a stupid dream. No- a nightmare!”
The archon’s brows turn inwards and she studies the boy’s face in confusion. It was unfair of his mind for creating such a perfect replica of the real Ei. From the electricity that sparked inside her irises to the kind refinement of her voice. It was his mother, just as he remembered her.
Sobs tear from his hollow chest as the mother calms her dreadful son. She presses cool kisses to his damp cheeks and whispers promises and apologies into the boy’s ear. Each word is like another slap to the face. Another crack to his ribs. He almost misses the real Beelzebub’s hand, striking the sword from his hands with hot thunder.
Gentle words from the wrong mouth are more painful than any insult.
With a soft nudge, Beelzebub coaxes the puppet to look at her once more, this time with her other hand outstretched. Inside her palm sits the gnosis, glowing the same shade of electric lilac as Ei’s hair. Her irises shine as she brings the gnosis closer and the boy screws his eyes closed, begging to wake up from this nightmare.
“Wake up! Stop touching me, you bastard!” His vacant chest rattles with want. Bone against bone, grinding together deep inside his torso, as if his trunk was opening up to accept the heart. He shakes his head wildly, but stays frozen in his creator’s compassionate hold. “You left me. You left me here, devil!”
“This belongs to you.” Ei whispers as she cradles the gnosis between them. Mother and son, shining brightly in shared celestial violet. Something the boy never even allowed himself to dream of. The puppet wept helplessly, sadly whimpering out one last rejection.
“This isn’t fair. This isn’t real.” His splintered throat mutters faintly. “Please. Stop this…”
Despite his pleading, the archon presses her loving hands to his hollow chest with a twinkling grin. Vibrant eyes burst wide as he cries out. He isn’t sure which hurts more; his throat from the screaming or the kind touch of a mother he will never have. She leans closer, letting the gnosis settle in the puppet. It sat perfect, as it was always meant to be before it was stolen from him. His entire being feels as if it was swallowed by a harmless flame and the world around them blurs. Ei, framed by red maples and honey colored sun rays, smiles down at her wretched child.
“I love you… I love you.” Her words are muddled beneath the heartbreaking roar of agony from the doll. His blank, broken stare looks past her to the roof of the domain where large chains decorate the ornate design. “You’ll always be my child. No one better to hold my heart than he who is my heart.”
The puppet wakes from his own howl, hands scratching at his bare chest like a wild animal. He groans as he sobs from the ache, pressing two hands to his mouth to muffle the sound. The ache of nothingness. Like a collapsed star, he folds into himself.
Empty.
Hollow.
Heartless.
For the rest of the night, the man does not sleep. For if he closes his eyes, he may allow himself to dream. He quietly attempts to wash the memory away and dresses himself in his Fatui garments in silence. As he adjusts his hat atop his head, he looks in the mirror. The inadequate doll stares back, trembling from fear, reaching out to be loved. Before he could even realize his own actions, Scaramouche welts his fist through the reflection, wearing his signature smirk.
With a flick of his wrist, the Balladeer brushes the glass shards from his fist as he leaves the room.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/38755392/chapters/101055036
Requested by: Anonymous
Prompt: Taking You With Me
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters involved: Kaedehara Kazuha, Fatui Skirmishers, Cicin Mages, Fatui Agent
Summary: Kazuha has a bad run in with the Fatui.
Kazuha walked along the shore of Nazuchi Beach, the night sky and moonlight shining down on him, the winds calming and soothing. A smile was on his face, thinking about the day he had prior to this moment.
He had just visited a few old friends in Inazuma, taking the chance to reconnect with them after his time away from his homeland. The activities they did and the conversations they shared were unforgettable to him. As much as he would like to stay and continue making memories with them, he knew that his true calling was being a wanderer and visiting the world, and as such tomorrow was to be his last day of his visit. Of course, he would still come back ever now and again, just not too often and for not too long.
His thoughts were soon interrupted when he heard a rough voice behind him.
"There he is."
As the voice belonging to the man was unknown to him, Kazuha instinctively went for his blade and turned around to find two Fatui Skirmishers and a Cryo Cicin Mage, with the supposed leader being a Geobracer and likely the one who spoke out the words he heard just now.
"Oh come on, you blew our cover when you said that!" The Electro Vanguard berated, a growl present in his voice, presumably and justifiably angry about being caught, glaring at the Geobracer.
"What do you wish to do with me?" Kazuha demanded, ignoring the comment the Vanguard made. His hand griped his sword tight as he drew it, prepared for a fight to break out at any second.
The Cicin Mage took over speaking with him, a callous smirk on her face. "I believe you don't need an answer to that, little boy."
"Alright enough chit chat. Let's have some fun, shall we?" The Geobracer said, firing crystals at him while the other two acted, with the Vanguard charging in his direction and the Cicin Mage summoning Cryo Cicins.
Kazuha swiftly dodged the hazards they threw at him, managing to get out of the hammer's way before he got crushed by it, deciding to focus on the two enemies that are capable of disappearing and reappearing at will.
As expected when he went to slash at them, they vanished temporarily and he could hear them reappearing somewhere around the beach. He turned to see where they are now when he felt a stinging sensation cut his back, amplified by the fact that it was infused in Pyro.
A strangled cry involuntarily came out from him as he stumbled forward and soon lost his balance when he felt himself being turned around and pushed onto the ground, a boot stomped onto his chest to stop him from getting back up. With him in this position, the Cicin Mage and Geobracer took away his sword and Vision, leaving him defenseless.
"That was easier than I thought." The Fatui Agent that had harmed his back said, smugly. "You're coming with us, kid."
"What do you wish to do with me?" Kazuha questioned, voice trembling, trying hard to not make it obvious that he was scared.
He thought he had abandoned that immature version of himself long ago, but it still lingered within him.
"Awww, look at him. He's scared!" The Cicin Mage cackled. "Don't worry, it's nothing permanent." She leaned down, as if wanting to have a closer look at the fear on his face.
"Alright, get the kid unconscious. We can't afford to alert anyone about this." The Geobracer advised, turning his head up to someone else who seems to be behind him.
That was the last thing Kazuha heard before something collided with his head and blacking out.
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i love your recent posts but can i request hurt/comfort genshin impact xiao, wanderer, cyno where like they get into an argument about the reader being weak or something like that
although they didn't mean it, but after a few days after the argument, they see reader like training hard for them because of the fight.
<3
Mhh, always. You know I love me a good dose of angst! And I'm sorry, but I only included two of the requested characters, because otherwise this would haven gotten way too out of hand and too much to read. Hope you're okay with that.
Characters Included: Xiao; Wanderer
Content: gender neutral reader; angst; comfort; hurt/comfort; established relationship; arguments between them and reader; shouting and cursing at reader in wanderer's scenario; Kunikuzushi/Kuni is being used for Wanderer
Word count: 2,2k words
Enjoy the read!
Xiao
You have to understand him. He's just looking out for you!
There is a clear, natural difference in strength between you and him!
He's an adeptus after all, and you're just a human! Sure, you possess a vision and you know perfectly well how to utilize it to your advantage in battle, but he's still your boyfriend! Let him be worried about you!
Honestly, he really just had your best interest and saftey in mind when he approached you one day, offering to train with you and possibly make you stronger, since he noticed your form to be a bit lacking when he watched you train.
The problem was, he told you exactly what he was thinking, no filter whatsoever. Which in turn caused you to get a bit defensive with him. That didn't sit right with Xiao, because in his eyes, he was only trying to help you.
This then resulted in a huge argument, where neither of you wanted to back down against the other.
"(Name), for the love of the Archons. Can't you see I'm only trying to help you here?"
"By berating me and telling me all the things I'm doing wrong? Without offering any advise at all? Yeah, great help.", you scoff as you turn your back to your boyfriend, trying to resume your exercise in peace. You were hoping that he would get the hint, to leave you alone. But he didn't.
"I'm really only looking out for you. You lack basic knowledge with the sword and you lack stamina as well. You're moving around too much, you make so many unnecassary movements. The hold you have on your weapon is too loose. Anyone could easily knock it out of your hand. Also-!"
"Okay! I got it!", you suddenly burst out as Xiao keeps on listing the things you're doing wrong in his eyes. It not only frustrated you, but it also made you feel so inferior.. to him and basically everyone else. You know that everyone starts out at some point. Everyone has to learn from the beginning. So why is he being so mean to you? Shouldn't he be more supporting of you as your boyfriend?
"I get it. You've made your point very clear."
You speak again, while Xiao just stares at you, mouth still hanging open. He didn't expect for you to raise your voice like this. You were usually so soft spoken.
You stared into each others eyes for a few more seconds, before you let out a sigh and placed your sword back into its sheat.
"I'm going home.", you announce as you go to grab your stuff. You collect everything and put it in your back, leaving without taking another look at him.
Suddenly, Xiao got the feeling that he made a huge mistake. Not only by "helping" you out with your training, but also as he let you go like this without having a talk with you, but something told him to let you be for the time being.
.....
Well... did he regret letting you just go like that. It has been almost a week since he last saw you, because you refused to call his name like you usually did on a daily basis.
And he was afraid of seeking you out himself, since he feared to only further sour your mood with an unannounced visit from his side. But he wanted to see you again so badly...
When the one week mark was reached without hearing anything from you, Xiao has had enough. He needed to make sure that you were okay. He was certain you would have called his name if you were in mortal danger, despite the argument at hand, but it's better to be safe than sorry. He needed to know you were still alive..
So, he teleported to your home, waiting for a few seconds in front of the door, gathering courage, before knocking on the door. He waited and waited, but nothing happened. He knocked again, but still nothing.
Xiao was about to leave again, scolding himself in his head, because of course you wouldn't open, you obviously didn't want to see him right now, when he heard noises coming from a bit further away.
Deciding to investigate, he followed the noises. And what he saw did shock him a bit..
He saw you, standing in a circle of training dummys, practicing different moves and tactics. He could tell that your hold on the blade has gotten better over the week you have been apart. In fact, everything he had critiqued about your skills seems to have improved...
Have you been training relentlessly this entire time??
This made him feel even more bad about this entire argument. He wanted to help you, not make you overexert yourself like this, just to prove something to him..
Deciding that it was finally time to talk, he approached you. You heard the footsteps coming your direction and turned towards them. Surprised to see Xiao there, you stopped in the middle of your session, facing him.
It was quiet for a few seconds as he arrived in front of you, and when you couldn't take it anymore, you decided to speak up again.
"What? Here to berate me even more?" It sounded way more sarcastic and hurtful than you had intended it to, and you saw Xiao flinch the slightest bit at your words, but you didn't back down from them.
"No..", Xiao answered weakly.
"I'm here to apologize." His words left you surprised, not expecting this at all.
"I didn't realize how much my words were hurting you. That was never my intention, (Name). I.. I'm just worried about you. There is a clear difference in skill, after all, but I shouldn't have been like this to you. I sincerely apologize for the way I treated you."
You have been with Xiao long enough to know two things. First, he was being completely honest with you. You could tell by the tone in his voice and the way he tried to look into your eyes, while also trying to avoid them at the same time, feeling embarrassed about being this vulnerable with someone.
Second, you knew just how hard it was for him to be honest and vulnerable with you. Saying this must have caused so much for him to do, yet he did it anyway.. for you.
For a second, you stood there and stared at him, before sighing and walking over to him, wrapping your arms around his body in a warm, comfortable hug. He did not hesitate for a second before doing the same, having missed this feeling dearly for the past week.
"I don't mind you helping me or giving me advise.. but maybe don't be so brash and insulting about it. Okay?"
He nodded, promising you to be more careful with his words from now on.
Wanderer
You sighed with relief as the Ruin guard in front of you collapsed and shattered into its parts, the cut on your side hurting a bit when you breathed, but it wasn't bleeding too bad, so the wound must not be too bad, either.
You were usually not that easy to surprise, but for some reason, you overlooked that particular ancient machine, resulting in it getting a hit on you before it was taken down.
Though, you were not the one responsible for taking it down. The actual reason was flying in from behind it, your boyfriend, Kuni. And while you were smiling at him, wanting to thank him for his help, he had a scowl on your face as he landed in front of you.
"What the hell were you thinking, Idiot? You would be dead now if it weren't for me being here!", he shouted as soon as he landed, not letting you get a word in.
You were taken aback by his harsh words and tone, staring at him, which only made him even more agitated.
"The hell? You don't even have an excuse! How can you be so fucking careless? I know you're weak but I wouldn't have thought of you being this stupid as well!"
You heard each and every single one of his words, and they all stung right in your chest. You were aware of the difference in power between you two, but that didn't mean you were incompetent with your polearm. You've trained long and hard to get to the point where you are now, and you were proud of yourself for it.
When you looked into his eyes again, you could see a bit of shock behind them, like he was surprised himself that the words actually left his lips.
You waited a few seconds, to see if he would apologize to you or take them back, but nothing came. Kuni's pride hindered him from doing the right thing..
"I see. If that's what you think of me, I won't be in your way again."
The words sounded cold when they left your lips, and Kunikuzushi flinched ever so slightly when hearing them, but you didn't react to it. Instead, you turned and walked away from him without acknowledging his presence any longer.
"Hey! What do you think you're doing? Where are you going?", he shouted after you, but no response. Then, he chased after you, but when he noticed that you were still ignoring him, he gave up on it, figuring that it would be best to leave you alone for the time being.
Surely, you would come crawling back to him soon enough... right?
....
....
Two weeks.
The incident has happened two weeks ago. And for those two weeks, he did not hear or see anything of you, whatsoever.
He was so sure that you wouldn't even survive a week without him before coming back and apologizing, but it seemed like he was wrong this time.
And he hated to admit this, even to himself, but.. he missed you. Missed your stupid, cheerful smile, your laugh and the way you always made his day better, just by spending time with him.
After about a week and a half, he began to think, that maybe, this time, he was actually the one in the wrong. That maybe, he took it too far with his words this time around.
Maybe.. he should be the one to apologize to you.
And yet, it took him a few more days to overcome his stupidly high pride and actually follow through with his thoughts.
Nahida, who knew all about the situation from Kuni himself, smiled and nodded proudly as the puppet went to leave the Sanctuary of Surasthana.
He first searched for you at your home, but you couldn't be found there. Then, he went on a stroll through the city, hoping to run into you along the way, but that too, proofed to be without success.
His last hope was the adventurers guild, and that someone hopefully has seen you there.
And luck was on his side this time, as some other members told him about how you have constantly been taking commission after commission for the past few days.
Feeling his worries for you rise again, he went to the locations given to him, hoping to find you there.
About an hour or so later, he spotted you at the location of the third commission you took, standing next to a defeated ruin drake while facing another one head on.
He had half a mind to rush over and take care of it for you, but something in him told him to let you handle it yourself. So he watched with bated breath as you easily took care of the machine, letting it fall to the ground while you remained completely unharmed.
That's when he really realized what his words might have caused for you. You are by no means a sheltered human, you're capable of defending yourself, and very well so.
As you were checking the defeated drakes for useful stuff, he came out of his 'hiding spot', walking directly to you. You noticed him approaching but chose to ignore him still. In fact, you've noticed his presence in the middle of the fight, but decided not to call him out and see what he would do.
When he arrived, he just stood next to you in silence for a while, watching you. But when you still wouldn't acknowledge him, he decided to speak up.
"(Name)... I... I'm sorry..", he mumbled quietly. He felt embarrassed, not used to acting like the bigger person, but he was in the wrong here, so he had to do this, no matter what.
The words out of Kuni's mouth caught you by surprise, your head swirling around to look at him, finally.
Kunikuzushi didn't know what else to say right now, so he stayed silent, hoping you would understand how difficult this was for him right now.
"..I'm not weak.", you answered him quietly as well, fully facing him now, but your posture and tone seemed a bit more open and calmer now.
"..I know."
He may not be the best with words, but somehow, you always understood what he wanted to say, anyways. It has always been this way between you. It was one of the many things he loved so much about you.
And that's how it was this time, too. He quietly thanked the Gods when he pulled you into his arms again, holding you for the first time in what had felt like an eternity.
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Genshin Characters Apologizing After a Bad Fight
Characters: Diluc, Childe, Kaeya, Zhongli x Gn!reader
Type/genre: Bulleted headcanons, angst/hurt comfort?
Warnings: Curse words, probably not the healthiest coping mechanisms/apologies
Diluc
His apology comes out strained, as if the words are clinging to the back of his throat
His fists are clenched tight by his side. He prepares himself for you to yell, to scream at him
But you don’t even turn around to look at him
Diluc always saw you as his rock, his lighthouse in the stormy night, the one who keeps him steady as his duties of both vineyard owner and vigilante shake him back and forth like a ragdoll
But right now, it hits him for the first time how small your back is, how human you look
Has he been taking you for granted all this time?
When you don’t respond to his apology, he calls your name, and you finally turn around
His eyes widen when he sees the tears streaming down your face
His heart absolutely breaks. How could he have made you, his love, his everything, hurt this much?
Before either of you says anything, Diluc flies towards you, cradling your head gently in his arms, as if any slight pressure would cause you to break and shatter like glass
“How pathetic of me to make you cry. I’m so sorry.”
Childe
His heart could rival the weight of the world right now
Childe isn’t used to disappointing others. No, he’s always been the golden boy, the prodigy, the one who sets the bar and breaks it at the same time
So how come you are sitting with your back to him, refusing to say a word?
And why can’t he find it in himself to say something, anything, to make this better?
He is petty person, someone willing to drown an entire city rather than admit defeat. Any word of apology is almost impossible to force out of him.
Instead, he drops a book in front of you. It flips to a random page, and you can see the photos and names of people listed on it
Not unlike a cat bringing their owner a mouse, this was Childe’s form of an apology, even without the actual words being uttered.
“Choose any person from this book. I’ll bring you their head.”
Kaeya
His fingers are restless, constantly scratching the back of his hand or twisting each other
His jaw is clenched, shoulders slumped forwards as he refuses to look you in the eye
“I…I was wrong. I’m sorry.”
You knew that Kaeya had a hard time with apologizing—not because he was arrogant and thought he could do no wrong, but the emotional and physical toll it took on him was great
He often finds himself caught in a dilemma
On one hand, he has a difficult time admitting he is wrong as it forces him into a vulnerable position. To be wrong is shameful, an embarrassment.
On the other hand, he knows he fucked up. And he knows there are only a very few amount of fuck ups people let slide before they get fed up and leave.
And having you leave is not something he can afford
Kaeya’s seen this before. Faced again and again with abandonment, he knows a simple “I’m sorry” is not enough to make most people stay
But it is all he can offer
He prepares himself for the worst, but he was not prepared for the way you gently lifted his chin with your hands, a soft kiss melting away his fears
Zhongli
When you slam the door to your room, Zhongli doesn’t try to stop you
He doesn’t knock on your door, nor does he try to coax you out
He knows your type of anger—it’s like fire, and feeding premature apologies or sweet nothings would only fan the flames
So he sits outside your door until you’re ready to come out
Slips you snacks and books from under your door, in case you get hungry or bored in your anger
When you see the treats and novels slowly appear from under the door, you’re still fuming, but it’s difficult to be furious knowing your thoughtful lover is on the other side, not pushing you to calm down but trying to make you comfortable as you sit with your anger.
When you finally calm down enough to unlock the door and step outside, Zhongli is waiting
There is not a trace of annoyance on his face, but you can tell he relaxes a little from relief that you are willing to come speak with him again
Takes your hands in his, giving them a gentle squeeze as he apologizes for his behaviour earlier.
“Please accept my apology, my love. I never meant to hurt you.”
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Comfort ♡
#genshin impact#genshin fanart#alhaitham#kaveh#haikaveh#kavetham#narwe draws#i have become very attached to these 2 idiots#hurt/comfort is my jam
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i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you (and i)
summary: dating tip? just don't. for celebrities, romantic relationships are absolutely forbidden. the slightest hint of one could ruin your career. but are you even listening to the lecture? doubt it, 'cause you're doing the complete opposite. (alternatively, a celebrity au featuring secret relationships.)
→ featuring: childe, & ayato (you can really tell who my faves are)
→ warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, slight cursing, established relationship, mentions of alcohol and drinking, tension, actual cursing, unreliable reader pov, gender-neutral reader (i apologize if i missed things, i haven't proofread it yet)
→ a/n: so, hi! long time no see? i was pretty stressed with college and well, i'm back! i began writing this last year and finally got the courage to finish it. but here it is and i hope you enjoy it :> please let me know if you like it <3 it really makes my day!
credits to @dumplingsjinson for the prompts!
beware, lengthy post ahead!
more under the cut!
the debut.
“forbidden?” you repeat.
“absolutely forbidden!” your manager says. “a rookie with no fanbase? a scandal will ruin your reputation! you're absolutely forbidden from dating anyone.”
you sigh. he's being too overdramatic.
you will never be in a relationship, you're absolutely sure. how can you? with no time for yourself as it is, dating someone with the limited hours you already have sounds impractical.
besides, you're too busy training and practicing for auditions.
remembering it now, you want to laugh.
i told you so, your thoughts chastise.
god, you should've listened.
childe, the actor
“that's a wrap!” the director cheers.
your eyes glisten as you hold back tears. it's embarrassing, you think. so damn embarrassing.
you've been repeating the same kissing scene multiple times now. obviously, the director cheers for finally completing the take and not because you did a good job.
childe pats your back. “you did great,” he says, with a smile.
but you know the gesture so goddamn well. the same nonchalant cold grin he throws at everyone that he now directs at you? oh, he's angry alright.
for what reason? who knows. you're too busy wallowing in self-despair over how terrible your acting is.
the scene is supposedly simple. it involves the second lead, who happens to be you, confessing their love to the leading man, resulting to a spontaneous kiss.
yet, you're fumbling over the lines, acting so out of character, tripping over set, incorrectly initiating the kiss at awkward angles—the whole time-wasting squander.
“what's going on?” childe eventually asks, once he arrives at your shared apartment. his bag drops to the floor with a flop. “you're acting strange. the entire crew sees it, i see it, the director sees it—what if he decides to fire you? what will you do then?”
you swallow dryly. you left the set early hoping childe's hectic schedule prompted him to forget the whole issue. yet, here he is finally bringing up the conversation after what feels like a month's worth of tension.
as you sit on the sofa chair, your fingers massage the bridge of your nose. breathe in, breathe out. you repeat. don't cry. you try to calm yourself down as a sob tries to break through.
eight months, you've been a couple.
but, there are some things you're afraid to say.
each year, the biggest tabloid newspaper in the country releases an article on celebrity dating scandals. a month ago they released one single page article about a popular actor dating a newbie actress. it barely had any juicy details, just a simple paragraph of a somebody dating a nobody.
yet, it did not end well for them. and you're terrified; for when it could happen to you.
you imagine it. dozens of messages and multiple missed phone calls on your cell as your name becomes the next talk of the town. the headline reads: revealed! a nobody actress, the second-lead from the northland bank saga currently dates the nation's boyfriend, childe!
it terrifies you. you could lose your job. lose what you love doing the most. and you could get tossed aside like an old sweater under someone's bed, left to rot and decompose.
so, yes. you hesitated earlier at set because you don't want anyone to connect the dots. to look at the kiss between you two and notice something amiss. to speculate that there's more to your relationship than what meets the eye. to realize you look at him as more than a co-star. to see how much you're in love with him. to realize the both of you are dating.
“it's not easy.” you say, releasing a sigh.
two years you've been in the business. rookies barely get any roles as it is. being in a well-received rendition of an old romance drama is a once in a blue moon opportunity and you can't risk someone finding out about your relationship.
“camera shy? no—you've kissed heaps of actors for that school drama.”
you mumble, “two people aren't heaps of actors, tartaglia.”
“then what is the problem?”
childe saunters to where you sit. he leans towards you and presses his palm on the head of the sofa, trapping your body between his and the chair. childe's eyes meet yours and you instantly look away.
he knows you well enough to comprehend that look on your face. the way you hide your clammy hands behind you, the manner of your eyes staring only at your feet, how your body tucks itself into the corner of the seat.
“me?” childe whispers.
he places a hand under your jaw. his thumb softly pushes your chin upwards so your eyes meet his.
“why?” he pleads.
“you won't understand.”
“i will if you tell me,” he says, holding your gaze. seeing how you relentlessly persist on keeping your mouth shut, he shakes his head. “oh, please tell me.”
you hesitate. you tell him and then what?
you could say: hey, childe! i'm afraid of our relationship being discovered. i'll be hated by your fans. you'll be constantly drained by my crying and whining. your reputation would take a hit regardless of how popular you are and—and then he'll finally realize how exhausting and annoying it is being with you.
your self-deprecation loves to pull you deeper into its sapping embrace. you're nothing, it mouths. childe would dump you and find some other actor or actress to date. god. it would be so easy. with his popularity, good looks, and charming personality, he'd find a better and talented rising-star the moment he chucks you out the front door.
so, you shake your head firmly.
“tell me, please.” he whispers.
you cross your arms, and look away.
“are you sick?”
you shake your head.
“somebody hurting you on set?”
again, you shake your head.
childe pauses, “...do you have feelings for someone else?”
“no!”
“then what is the damn problem?”
“nothing!” you exasperate, furrowing your brows together.
childe takes your reluctance as distrust and it ignites his irritation. do you not trust him? is he that insignificant to you? what are you hiding? hell, did you fall for the main lead of the show, zhongli? or do you not love him anymore? god, he can feel himself suffocate in resentment.
is he so unimportant that you'd prefer to keep the problem to yourself? it makes his blood boil; how he'd do anything for you, but you'd rather keep it to yourself and suffer alone.
“tell me.” childe scowls as he watches your lips quiver.
you keep your mouth firmly shut.
“fine, hold your tongue.” he sneers, “i understand. i really do, baby. it's not about the cameras, the flashing lights, the audience.”
childe brushes his lips against yours, “you wouldn’t kiss me like that in public, though, would you?” he releases his hold on your chin and his sharp eyes meet yours. “it’s only behind closed doors when you care to act like we’re each other’s.”
with a hooded jacket in one hand and a face mask in another, childe swiftly leaves the apartment with a slam of a door.
leaving you alone with your wretched thoughts.
more under the cut!
despite walking out the flat hours ago, childe still reverberates jealousy and anger; pure envy at how normal you act around everyone else yet, around him you're too guarded; and angry at himself for saying those awful words to your face.
he smacks his forehead on the steering wheel. childe acknowledges how childish he's been acting. you aren't ready to talk, and he shouldn't be forcing you to speak out your difficulties.
surely, the stress is piling up on you. he knows the hours you've been working on set, memorizing lines, practicing moves—again, he thumps his head on the wheel.
stupid, he curses. control your damn temper next time.
he reaches for the box of blueberry cheesecake on the front passenger seat. subconsciously, he drove two hours (and back) to the bakery's main branch as its side branches were sold out of your favorite cake. and he knows how much you love the pastry.
however, his body slouches in the parked car outside the apartment. the long drive works miracles with his anger, but the courage to actually walk inside and apologize never comes.
the ding of a text draws his attention. ‘go inside and beg for forgiveness, brat.’ yoimiya, a fellow actress from the same company as him, says. the woman is always in the loop and well-informed.
a shiver goes down his spine. if you told yoimiya about the argument, he's absolutely sure you're furious. you'd only speak to her as a last-ditch effort; knowing her personality she'd pummel him to bits while you watch.
as a result, he stands inside the apartment, one hand knocking on your bedroom door. however, instead of tasting blood, he hears your stifled sobs. the abrupt sound convinces him to turn the knob and enter the room.
the illumination from the hallway brightens the bedroom, shining a bit of light on your face. you lay on the bed with your knees to your chest, with a blanket over your waist. your reddened cheeks and tear-stained eyes makes his stomach churn.
“please don't cry, baby.” childe cooes, kneeling by your bedside. he leans over you, his fingers gently grip your cheeks. “i'm so sorry.”
the sudden apology sprouts pools from your eyes. his thumbs brush the water off your face and softly says, “i shouldn't have said—please, don't cry. it's my fault for taking my anger out on you.”
“i'm afraid of losing you,” you whimper. “if they find out—oh god—they'll tear me apart. i'm nothing compared to you. i'd lose everything. i might even lose you—”
“never, i will never leave you. no matter what happens,” childe interjects.
you furrow your brows, sobbing. “i'm no one—too difficult,” you hiccup. “you'll throw me away. i'm too whiny and too draining. if they find out... you'll see all the comments about how ugly—”
“breathe, baby.” he settles himself on your bed and softly places you on his lap. “you're gorgeous. you're not draining, and frankly, you're cute when you whine.”
you bury your face into his neck and continue, “i'm serious, childe. you'll get exhausted. the articles will talk about you too!”
“articles, mhm. they're just articles.” he hums.
irritation begins to set in. was he this clueless? you release another sob, “they're not just articles. they'll nitpick every single thing you do! oh—look at this newbie getting together with childe. oh, they suck at acting! why is childe even—”
childe gently places his palm on your neck, coaxing you to meet his gaze. “are you talking about the tabloid from last month?”
you sigh, “what else am i talking about?” and instantly you sense his laughter resonate. “are you laughing?”
“you're adorable, baby.” he breathes, nuzzling his face on your neck.
“you're making fun of me! what the hell, childe?”
he releases a sigh, pausing his laughter. “the tabloids every month. they're paid. companies pay them to talk about their idols for publicity.”
your face contorts into confusion, “who would willingly—they talked about lumine all month because of the article! you know she's my favorite actress. why would they willingly put her on the spotlight like that?”
“publicity, baby.”
you shake your head, “it makes no sense.”
“oh, it does.” childe hums. “of course, they'd seek permission first. it boosted views for her drama, didn't it? lumine did say she got extra for the views and switched apartments.”
“yeah, wait—you knew this whole time and didn't bother to tell me?”
he chuckles, “that's what you get for keeping these things to yourself for a month.” he squeezes the bridge of your nose.
“you're terrible.”
“love you too, baby.” he teases, “and besides, if a tabloid threatened to do something—” his thumb gently traces the skin around your neck. “—i'll keep you safe.”
a soft smile graces your features. “...i'm just not ready for anyone to find out. yet, anyway.”
childe hums, “we'll do it on your terms, okay? whenever you're ready.”
“sure, i guess you can keep me for a while longer. until you throw me away and find the next rookie to—”
childe's soft laughter sparks a flutter in your stomach. he would never do such a thing. the moment he first laid his eyes on you on set, heard your beautiful laugh between takes, listened to your jokes while practicing lines, and god, seen your angelic smile? the things he would do to keep you as his.
“never.” a cheeky grin appears on his lips, “i'll take care of you.”
bonus: five years later
your phone rings. the vibration continues on and off, signaling multiple inbox messages. you swipe your phone to see texts from several of your close friends.
‘i know you told me you were okay with it, but i didn't think he'd try to do it so soon. i tried but he's too hardheaded.’ says yoimiya.
‘congratulations! when's the wedding? i'm kidding. don't kill childe.’ says thoma, an actor from your same company.
‘sorrows, sorrows, prayers.’ says venti, your current co-star.
you even receive a message from childe himself.
‘good morning, baby. i'm completely fault-free. simply honoring your wishes as a devoted fiancé should.’
attached to a message was a link to a video entitled: please don't kill me honey.
you click the link.
the video's blurry, as if taken by a cellphone. you recognize thoma as the person videoing the whole scene, as he turns the camera to face him before focusing it on a woman—seemingly a fan of childe. she wears merch from his most recent drama.
a fan goes on stage chosen by a random lottery draw. the said fan wins the chance to interview childe, who was the guest of the day for talk show, and ask one question.
the girl hastily walks on stage, holding a microphone given by staff.
“um. hello, childe!”
the audience screams as the huge video screen focuses on your lover's face. he waves a quick ‘hello’ and the crowd yells louder.
the girl hesitates, “are you dating anyone right now?”
childe twists the microphone in his hands. “hm? right now... i'm not dating anyone.”
the crows sighs in relief, utterly happy their favorite leading actor continues to be single.
but you see the outline of a smirk flashing on his face, and you instantly know there's a deeper meaning to that sentence. “but, it's difficult to say... since we're not really dating as of the moment.”
quietly, you hear the voice of yoimiya whispering, “don't do it.” the camera now focusing on her, trying to get herself on stage. thoma flips the camera around to face it on himself, waving a hello, apparently enjoying the drama. he then focuses the camera on the wide screen, featuring childe's face.
to add mayhem into the mix, childe continues, “i don't think being engaged to your partner falls under dating. we're way past that.”
the interview ends with the audience screaming their lungs out in disbelief, while childe's laugh resonates the whole auditorium.
ayato, company director
“oh, them?” ayato's steady gaze meet yours, pressing his lips in a tight-lipped smile. “they're a friend of mine.”
friend. it echoes in your mind, repeating incessantly. friend. friend. friend.
dread creeps into the pit of your stomach akin to a quick flick of a lighter. after all this time, your stomach lurches. is that all he thinks of you?
god, you need a drink.
the businessmen before you smile, prompting you to return the favor. subsequently, you humbly introduce yourself as just an ‘actor in the industry’. and they laugh. of course they do.
who wouldn't know you? a multi award-winning movie and television star with piles of nominations. so modest, they say. so kind, they praise. you grin, the smile not reaching your eyes, thanking them for their compliments.
but you're so accustomed to their fake smiles, ingenuine flattery, and sweet talk; you never truly know what's actually honest and real—eyes flickering to your azure-haired partner—no, who's honest and real.
you swallow the thought down.
as if aware of the invisible daggers thrown his way, ayato's gaze meets yours. his lips are pressed firmly together, eyes devoid of warmth.
not now, his expression conveys.
you narrow your own eyes, irritation burning through your corneas. as much as you want to start an argument in front of his investors, you agree to his silent insistence. after all it's his gala; one he's tirelessly prepared for over several months.
so you bite your tongue and smile: one honed by years of acting—fake yet strangely genuine.
it's not strong enough. you say, sipping wine with shaky hands. earlier, you left ayato to his fellow businessmen using the excuse of needing a bathroom break, a reason to which he obliged.
you stare at the elaborate party before you, wishing you could go home. the gala swiftly dissolved your social battery, aided by forced mingling and bitterness. a friend, your consciousness repeats. always a friend. so you sit on a chair by the wall, sipping drinks like water.
suddenly, the hairs of your neck stand on end. you sense his presence behind you, prompting a glance through your peripheral vision.
“careful, darling.” ayato's says, tone smooth yet laced with warning. “i'd rather not have you collapsing. your lovely face wouldn't compliment these filthy floors.”
you tense immediately, shoulders stiffening. “reverting back to pet names, i see?”
ayato's hand now rests on your shoulder, his thumb brushing your soft skin. “what seems to be the issue? i doubt it's due to the eight glasses of wine you've consumed in one sitting.”
you roll your tongue in your mouth, practicing the words. let's break up. you bite your tongue. let's see other people. besides, he wouldn't care would he? it's not as if he's been acknowledging you as someone he's been dating, has he? hiding your relationship from his business partners is one thing, but concealing it from closest friends? his family? that's an entirely different matter altogether.
a friend, he says to his business partners.
a star from the company, he answers to his closest friends.
a companion, he whispers to his family.
you're sick and tired of it. all of it.
raising the wineglass to your lips, you drown the drink in one go. you raise two fingers signaling the waiter for another drink.
ayato sighs and you think you feel his hand on your neck tighten, ever so slightly. “you've reached your limit with wine, dear.”
soon, the waiter arrives with three more glasses on his tray. ayato's disapproving glare compels the waiter to scurry across the ballroom floor, steering clear of you.
you click your tongue and begin, “who says so?”
“your fiancé,” he mutters, voice dripping with venom.
you immediately scoff. “sure. for your sake, i'll pretend you mentioned that earlier.”
before ayato could retort, the presence of another individual calls his attention; his younger sister, ayaka.
“brother, the sangonomiya heir's requesting your presence.”
he sighs, irritation etching his features. yet, you blink, catching a subtle shift in his expression—seemingly twisting from annoyance to something resembling relief at the mention of sangonomiya's name.
you swallow the bitter thought.
“watch them for me, could you? i'd rather not have them find a server willing to disobey my instructions and serve them a drink,” ayato whispers, his tone betraying a hint of tension that doesn't go unnoticed.
ayaka nods. her consent prompts the older brother to depart, heading towards the misty rose-pink heir who stands at the opposite side of the ballroom.
ayaka says the inevitable, “you should let him know it bothers you.”
“...i'm not sure what you're referring to.”
her gaze follows yours, observing the giggling and cheerful countenances of the kamisato and sangonomiya heirs. they seem to be enjoying their time together. as always, you remark.
“they're just close friends, you know.”
you click your tongue. “like how him and i are just friends?”
ayaka sighs, understanding your implication. “you know what i mean.”
sangonomiya's hand on your partner's shoulder elicits an exasperated sigh from you. “thoma told me they were to be married if i wasn't here.”
“the man always running his mouth—” she takes a calming breath before continuing, “—but brother's very fond of you. i'm his sister, i should know.”
“then how come after dating him for five years, he still calls me his friend.” you pause, a hand sliding into the right pocket of your outfit. you absentmindedly play with the engagement ring inside. “i'm his fiancé, aren't i?”
“he has his reasons. petty reasons.”
you bite your tongue. or he's embarrassed of you.
you met the kamisato company heir two years after your debut as an idol. as you shifted towards acting, you developed a close relationship with his sister, a seasoned actress from the same company. eventually, she became the bridge that strengthened the bond between the two of you.
you dedicated yourself nonstop, evolving from a rookie actor to a multiple-nominee and winning star; all in the pursuit of being able to openly show off your relationship with ayato without it tarnishing your reputation.
however, when you're prepared to finally reveal your relationship, he isn't.
and it leaves you wondering, is there someone else?
you mean, you're hesitant to doubt the love of your life. but considering he's kept your relationship a secret from everyone for years, it's obvious he's adept at keeping things hidden.
even from you.
and the thought sours your mood.
excusing yourself once more to use the restroom, using the premise of consuming ten glasses of wine, you bid adieu to your favorite kamisato (at the moment). you instead head towards a secluded balcony away from prying eyes.
you stare at the garden below. your eyes quickly blink back the tears threatening to fall. not now, you hiss. don't do this to me, not right now.
“i assumed you would have retreated to your room by this point.” his voice murmurs, unnervingly composed.
you turn around to see your partner holding a glass of wine. his features remain blank, inscrutable.
maybe it's because of all the wine you've been drinking. you can't seem to tell between what's real or not.
“what did you discuss with kokomi?”
“i wasn't aware you were both on a first name basis.”
“answer the question.”
he smiles, “business as always.”
you huff and wrap your hands around your arms. “of course. just business.”
ayato immediately picks up the anger in your tone. he lays his palm on your forearm, gently pulling you towards him. “look at me,” he pleads, with a subtle trace of irritation in his voice.
you turn to look at his face, eyes glaring.
“i felt your glares the entire night.” he begins.
you shrug, smiling innocently. “...what ever do you mean?”
“don't toy with me, darling.”
as he enunciates his answer, it's as if the final thread of your patience snaps. does he still continue to feign innocence and lie to your face?
last month he proposed and you were overjoyed. you then expected a shift in your relationship; the final unveiling of your engagement to the public. you gave him your permission, a definitive “i'm ready for everyone to know.”
yet thirty days later the engagement remains concealed leaving only a few of his friends (thoma) and a few family members (ayaka) knowing about your updated relationship.
if it was the ayato from two years ago, he would be delighted—ecstatic even—to reveal the truth. he might have used the gala today as an avenue to scream to the world, this person and i are in love.
but he didn't.
so the weight of your feelings began to drag you down; it almost feels suffocating in a way. as if a ribbon labeled, he's ashamed, tightly winds around your insides, intricately tying them all together into a sophisticated bow sowing distrust whispering; he's hiding something.
your suspicions, coupled with his frequent visits this month to the sangonomiya estate, fueled your frustration until it erupted. if only he ceased pretending innocent, perhaps you would able to smile through the whole facade.
if only he didn't ask.
“i'm not naive. if you developed feelings for kokomi then you shouldn't have proposed.” you snap. “was it out of pity? did you feel so damn guilty that you chose to go through with the engagement instead of being honest about your feelings?”
ayato furrows his brows, mouth tightening in anger. “what are you talking about? i discuss private affairs with kokomi. business affairs.”
you laugh; one infused with irritation and disbelief. “don't tell me then. keep your stupid secrets.”
“do you want me to jot down a damn list detailing every single thing i do in a day?” he growls. “i won't divulge company secrets just because you feel like throwing a tantrum.”
your hands drift to the tie around his neck, tugging the crooked tie straight. “no. go ahead and keep your secrets.” you pause and roll the words with your tongue, “you're clearly very good at keeping secrets. you’ve kept me—us—as a secret for so long, so of course you’d be good at keeping fucking secrets.”
anger flares across his face. “you desired our relationship to remain a secret, and i respected your wishes.” he sneers, “i wanted to let the damn world know how much i'm in love with you yet, it was the opposite of what you desired.”
ayato releases his grip on you and strides back into the ballroom, but he halts right at the door to the balcony. “so don't dictate when i should reveal the truth simply because you've grown sick and tired of keeping me as your dirty, little secret.”
he finally departs; and you stay, tears pooling, with a profound ache in your heart.
ayato waltzes around the room in a nonchalant dance; yes, good to see you. he lies. how's business? he couldn't care less. enjoy the party! no, he wants everyone in the damn room to feel his wrath.
although he yearns to set the entire ballroom ablaze, ending the party prematurely would be ill-manned of him. so, ayato continues being a gracious and honorable host.
but he feels hollow. he envisions himself freezing the entire room in an icy gust, everyone turning into statues. he wants to sprint back into your arms and plead for you to listen.
he doesn't understand what came over him. why he lost his temper like that. typically, he'd manage your outbursts with composure and understanding. what happened? he doesn't know.
he attributes his outburst to the mounting pressure. the chronic lack of sleep and continuous exhaustion coming from his title as heir. perhaps it's the truth gnawing his skin; despite his powerful position atop the company, it can easily be ripped away with the flick of a wrist.
instead of spending time with his fiancé—he doesn't know if he still deserves to call you that, you probably threw away his ring the second he left the balcony—yet here he is, engaged in conversations with business associates he cares little about.
“brother?” ayaka calls. she finds him leaning against a railing of stairs. “i closed off the gardens.”
ayato swallows. he last saw you sneaking towards the grounds. “they're still on the grass?”
“yes.”
“they'll catch a cold.”
“they will.”
he glances at his sister. “they think i'm unfaithful.”
“i know,” she says matter-of-factly. “have you offered them any evidence to convince them otherwise?”
ayato stays silent.
“i know you care about them, brother.” ayaka sighs, “however, surprising them with a specially crafted ring and being petty when your entire relationship is at stake may not be the wisest move.”
he sighs.
“most especially if they suspect that your frequent visits to the sangonomiya manor are fueled by romantic feelings for its heiress, and not for their own wedding ring.”
after a while, ayato spots you lying on the grass in a starfish formation, having finally swallowed his pride. his eyes glaze over your features: red eyes, cheeks marked with tear stains, and an exhausted expression.
“can we talk?” he begins.
you spare a quick glance before turning your attention back to the night sky. “there's not much to talk about.”
“i'm not cheating,” he asserts.
“i know.”
“do you know, or have you resigned yourself to not knowing?”
“hm,” you hum. “a part of me entertains the thought of you cheating. yet an even smaller part absolutely knows that if you were truly cheating, you'd be more discreet. who, in their right mind, would inform thoma that you visited her manor?”
he chuckles, a laughter-less sound escapes him. “i understand i've been secretive. you have every right to assume i'm up to something indecent. but i have my reasons.” ayato confesses, kneeling beside your body. he places his hand inside his suit pocket, pulling up a black small box.
you instantly sit up. “you're horrible,” you cough, eyes widening as he opens the box to show a ring. “this entire time you were—god.”
“i placed a special order,” he mumbles. “i visited each day to ensure it was flawless, right down to the smallest details.”
“i'm so sorry.”
“don't be, love.” he breathes, “you had your reasons, and i was insistent on keeping it a surprise.”
relief floods your features. “good,” you whisper before tears well in your eyes.
the sound of your sobs breaks his heart. he immediately wraps his arms around you, brushing his lips on your cheeks.
“i'm sorry, darling,” he murmurs, kissing the skin above your brow. “i'm sorry for worrying you.”
“goddamn sadistic,” you sob. “you knew i was freaking out, but you just watched!”
he grins, “i have to admit, you look cute when you're jealous.”
a groan escapes you. “don't make me throw away both rings.”
“is that so? i should've ordered twenty spares.”
“no.” you scold.
“oh? look at my darling, so jealous,” he smirks, nuzzling his face into your neck. you then feel his lips press into a straight line. “you're not something i would ever try to hide. i would never be ashamed of our relationship.”
you laugh, “prove it.”
your smile faces seeing the smirk on his face. in that exact moment, you know that kamisato ayato, the preposterous god in human flesh, plans to do something grand and explosive to prove you otherwise.
“do not.” you begin, “we've talked about this. you cannot—you absolutely will not bribe the government to declare our wedding date as a national holiday!”
bonus: ten minutes before the clash
“is it getting warm in here, or am i sensing the intense gaze of your loving fiancé on me?” kokomi laughs, sipping a glass of champagne.
ayato takes a peek, and he chuckles upon seeing your irritated and jealous expression. “they certainly are.”
“please do not involve me in your lovers' quarrels. everyone knows we're just close friends.”
“they do.”
“have you told them?”
“...it may have slipped past my mind.”
kokomi shakes her head. “sadistic.” she slips a black box into his palm. “clear it up. i do not want to be murdered by your future partner.”
ayato glances at you from across the room as you engage a conversation with his sister. “mhm, i could, but their jealous expression is too endearing.”
“sadistic,” she repeats. “absolutely sadistic.”
he chuckles.
“also, kazuha mentioned that you've been referring to them as your companion. correct that.” she continues, “and stop calling them your friend!”
“they asked me to when we started dating.”
she rolls her eyes. “you're so petty. stop trying to provoke them!”
“anyways, everyone knows we're engaged,” he corrects. “their whining face is the cutest.”
“sadistic.”
“kokomi?”
she tilts her head and hums, “yes?”
“ever wondered how much it costs to propose a national holiday?”
author’s note: lmao. so in this modern au ayato actually succeeds in turning your wedding date into a national holiday. the government actually appreciates his donation because a.) they always accept goodwilled (lmao) funds and b.) ayato's an important pillar to the gov and they don't want to upset him 'cause petty rich boy tantrums tilt the economy (how sadistic).
so, ayato's the heir of the company where you are employed at as an idol turned actor/actress. kokomi is the heiress to a big jewelry corporation. lmao they were both engaged together when they were like five but they instantly broke it off because well, they both threw five year old tantrums.
plus thoma telling you that they were to be engaged was just a fact he blurted out when you asked about kokomi (he manages to omit the five-year-old part because he's careless + he didn't think it matters because anyone can tell ayato's intensely in love with you)
#genshin x you#genshin x reader#genshin impact x gender neutral reader#genshin imagines#genshin impact x reader#tartaglia x reader#childe x you#childe x reader#ayato x reader#kamisato ayato x reader#ayato x you#genshin x gender neutral reader#genshin headcannons#genshin angst#genshin hurt/comfort#kamisato ayato#childe#tartaglia x you
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It hurts to let go
but sometimes it hurts more to hold on or: How they would break up with you.
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Summary: How they would break up with you.
Characters: Ayato, Zhongli, Diluc x (gn!) Reader (separate)
Warnings: Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, breakups, swearing
A/N: Wooo, I'm already back with new content because I started writing this in a daze yesterday and just finished it now!! Trying to finish a new chapter for my Diluc x Fatui! Reader fic this week as well still, I wanna write as much as I can before my exams so you have something fresh to read. Asks open if you need backrubs after reading this <//3 let me know what you think! :3
AYATO
You entered Komore Teahouse bubbling with anticipation. Ayato had asked you to come here today to meet him and how could you possibly ever refuse him?
You had barely been able to contain your excitement all day and before coming here you had even made a detour to one of his favorite food stalls in Hanamizaka to buy his favorite sakura mochi which you had neatly stashed away in your bag as a surprise for him now. You and Ayato had met each other about half a year ago in your kimono store when he had been looking for a new outfit for the local festival and despite not being able to make your relationship public yet, due to matters that concerned public affairs, you hoped that one day the moment would come and you'd finally be able to show everyone he belonged to you and vice versa. Your heart yearned for it to become a reality for the longest time already and maybe today was finally the day.
When you entered the small room and saw him sitting on the floor with a hot pot of tea on the table already you couldn’t help but smile. For the first time since you met him he wasn't busy with some sort of paperwork. He sometimes even had his retainers carry some ink and documents into the teahouse so he could work here, so today must truly be some special occasion
"Hi!", you whispered into the cozy atmosphere of the room, bubbling with anticipation. Ayato looked up at you but unlike usual, he didn’t smile, he didn't stand up to guide you to the table and press a kiss to your temple, instead he just motioned you to sit across from him at the table with an undecipherable expression on his face.
"Please sit."
You immediately knew from the way he was behaving that something was up and that it must be why he had asked you to come here today. You could feel how your heart painfully contracted and sunk to your stomach. The once cozy atmosphere of the room now suddenly felt gloomy and so heavy you’d be able to cut it if you would have a knife to do so.
When you attempted to grab his hand as you sat down, he immediately pulled it away and clawed both of his hands around his teacup instead.
“What is wrong, Ayato?”, you asked, your voice filled with concern.
“Do you want some tea?”, he tried to divert the topic. His usual soft spoken manner was nowhere to be found anymore and he was clearly attempting to avoid your gaze, by simply staring into his teacup.
“Ayato?”, you asked again, attempting to reach for his hand once more only for him to abruptly yank it away and knocking his cup of tea over in the process, spilling the hot liquid all over the table.
“I can’t do this!”, he yelled, carding through his hair in frustration with both of his hands.
“Do what?”
“Us.”
One word that struck like lightning. Your heart painfully contracted in your chest and you felt like all the air was sucked from your lungs. You felt like a ship in a tumultuous thunderstorm whose anchor was forcefully torn off from it by the crashing waves of reality, in turn being pulled into the dark depths of despair that lingered at the bottom of the ocean.
“You don’t mean that.”, you croaked after a brief silence and shook your head in disbelief, looking directly in his beautiful lavender eyes. If there had been a time where there was any emotion in his eyes in the past whenever he had looked at you, now it was all gone and all that remained was a dull expression that was devoid of any emotion. Your bottom lip started quivering and you wiped your eyes in frustration, attempting to stop the tears from falling but they did anyway, trailing warm, damp paths down your cheeks.
“I do.”
“Why?”, you cried.
“Our relationship would inevitably create problems for the Yashiro Commission and for our standing within the Shogunate, there are people who have seen us together already and the rumors are spreading. I-I cannot be with…”, he hesitated to speak out the last part of his sentence but you immediately knew what he wanted to say.
“A commoner.”, you finished his sentence for him and he replied with a defeated nod. You’ve always had a feeling that if anything was to get between you and Ayato it would be politics, which were inevitably present in his life, but the fact that you were a commoner, was not something you had ever considered to be a problem.
“So what? You thought you’d play with me for a little while and then throw me away like a kid that has had enough of his little toy?”, at this point you were screaming at him, tears violently rolling down your face both out of unbearable grief and anger towards the man sitting in front of you with that same, stupid, dead expression he has had the entire time you’ve been here today.
“Did you even love me? Or was I just your fun little side activity?”, you fumed.
“I did - and I still do.”, he muttered after a brief hesitation, looking down at his hands to try to avoid looking at you directly.
“Then why?!”
“I have sacrificed a lot to restore the reputation and standing of my family within the Shogunate and in Inazuma as a whole and I can’t risk destroying that by following through with the egoistic desires of my heart.”
Your mouth stood agape at his statement, letting out a huff, while more hot tears streamed down your face. You couldn’t believe this was how it was supposed to end.
“Do you ever think of anything but politics, Ayato? Think of yourself only for one goddamn time.”
“I can’t.”
You nodded in acceptance and got up from the table, taking out the box of sakura mochi you bought for him earlier and hurled them on the table.
“Farewell, Lord Kamisato.”
You turned around to allow your tears to flow freely and left the room as a stranger without another word or looking back.
Once you were gone he finally allowed himself to cry. His heart was heavy with regret and grief but he knew it was for the better, not for him but for his family. There was a part inside of him that screamed at him to chase after you, beg you to forgive him and come back to him, but he knew it would inevitably end in a disaster for his clan one day, so he has to lock the matters of his heart away forever no matter how desperately he longed to be with you. But after all - politics were a lonely game to play. And who knows, maybe he deserved it.
ZHONGLI
You had just arrived at the Wangsheng-Funeral-Parlor to pick up Zhongli from work because you had agreed to grab dinner together at the Third Round Knockout like every Friday. You were waiting on the bench in front of the Parlor when Hu Tao came out to lock up the Parlor for the day, waving at you enthusiastically when she spotted you on the bench . However, she was alone.
“What are you doing here?”, she wondered.
“I’m waiting for Zhongli, like every Friday.”
“Oh.”, she said, smiling awkwardly.
“Oh?”
“He went home early today. I even asked him if you were not going out today but he told me you agreed to skip dinner this Friday.”
He did what? And when did he intend to tell you about this? You could feel the anger welling up inside of your chest but you tried to swallow it and hid it behind a polite smile in front of Hu Tao, this was only between you and Zhongli and didn’t concern her.
“I must’ve forgotten about it out of habit.”, you replied. “I’ll be off then.”
Hu Tao waved you goodbye and you immediately headed for Zhongli’s house, with flames of anger boiling in the pit of your stomach and tears biting at the corners of your eyes out of frustration.
Once you had arrived you rang his doorbell a couple of times, waiting for him to open and immediately stomped past him into his living room once he had opened.
“When had you intended to tell me that we were not going out today?”, you spat with evident vitriol in your voice, not even making an effort to greet him first. “I waited in front of the Funeral Parlor for at least thirty minutes only to then be told by Hu Tao that you already left hours ago!”
“Forgive me.”, he quietly exclaimed, staring down at his hand, twisting the ring on his thumb.
“Do you have any intent to explain to me why you didn’t tell me? If you don’t feel well, or whatever the fuck is going on then you could’ve just opened your mouth. and it would’ve been no issue. This is not like you!”
He knew you were right, this wasn’t like him. There had been a contract between you and he had violated it - you didn't have to tell him, he knew it better than anyone.
“Please sit down for a minute.”, he said, pulling out a chair for you, his eyes showing evident sadness. “I think we need to talk.”
Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach and your chest suddenly felt constricted by the calm yet serious tone of his voice. You stared at the chair he had pulled out for you in shock, petrified on the spot you couldn't do anything but panic.
“What’s going on?”
Zhongli brushed over his face with both of his hands and exhaled a few times heavily as if he needed to mentally prepare himself for the words he was about to speak next.
“I think it’s for the best if we stop seeing each other.”, he said after a brief moment of silence. Fixating his amber eyes on yours that began to fill with tears. The initial anger you came here with had dissipated and was replaced by an indescribable emptiness that felt like your heart had been ripped out of your chest.
“Zhongli, I’m sorry… if it is because I was so angry when I arrived here I-… just, please.”, you pleaded, tears now uncontrollably rolling down your cheeks and blurring your vision.
“It has nothing to do with that, dearest. Forgive me. All I am able to tell you is that it is not your fault. It’s for your best.”, he walked towards you and cupped your trembling hands with his own ones before you forcefully yanked them away from him again.
“How would you know what is best for me? I don’t want to lose you…”, you sobbed.
“I just want you to be happy.”
It was true, you were his everything and all he ever wanted for you was to be happy and he knew he wouldn’t be able to give you that. He wouldn't be able to grow old with you together, he wouldn't be able to have you by his side forever and just the mere thought of it killed him on the inside. You deserved to be happy with someone who could give you all that and more, more than he would ever be able to give you, for he was a god and you were a mortal. Was it selfish of him to push away the one he loved the most, the one who gave him so much comfort when no one else could, just so you could live a fulfilled life with someone whose clock ticks the same as yours? You would eventually get over him, find someone new and learn to love again, maybe even have a family of your own - things he would never be able to give you. Maybe it was selfish, but it would be even more selfish if he kept you around only to save his own heart from bleeding, because in the end your life would just fly by in the blink of an eye for him whereas he would be your whole world. It didn't seem fair - you deserved better - and he wished he could tell you the whole truth about why you did.
Seeing you cry, with puffy eyes and damp cheeks, made his heart feel sore and he wished he would have never been so selfish as to allow himself into your life.
"I can't be happy without you.", you muttered through quiet sobs but ultimately accepted the fact that this is where your fairytale ended. You looked Zhongli deep in his amber irises for one last time, which too looked glossy, his eyebrows turned into and evident frown and turned around, leaving his house. Standing on his doorstep you turned around to get one last final look at him, ushering a final I love you into the evening breeze, before closing this chapter of your life forever.
And thus your contract had ended.
Zhongli wondered why fellow gods were always so fond of their immortality when all it had brought him was unimaginable loss and grief that he had to carry in his heart for all eternity. To him Immortality was a curse and you did not deserve to be the one to share this burden with him for the rest of your life.
DILUC
You woke up in the middle of the night, looking at the alarm clock on your nightstand showed it was 3:24 a.m. Shifting around on the bed you found the other side of it cold and empty, the side where Diluc was supposed to be right now but you were alone - again.
You kicked away your blanket and slipped into your morning gown, walking into the living room and kitchen of your apartment to check if Diluc was maybe still up doing something. But no matter where you looked you were alone, he had left yet again without a trace.
Slightly frustrated you decided it was no use heading back to bed now anyway, so you brewed yourself a fresh cup of tea in the kitchen and sat down on your sofa to read a book. You don’t know how much time passed when you heard someone unlock your front door but you assumed it must’ve been a couple of hours since the sun was already showing its first bright rays above the horizon.
Your anger had festered over the past couple of hours that you had sat in your living room, barely even being able to read the book in front of you, because your thoughts were just constantly spiraling around Diluc. Ever since you had found out about his little nighttime job you rarely ever had a peaceful night.
The man in question finally entered your living room and when he saw you sitting on the sofa his expression changed to the one of a child whose mother had caught them stealing candy out of the sweets jar in the kitchen before dinner. He looked at you knowingly, evident guilt painted on his face, knowing you were up already because he had been out again.
“Why are you already up?”
“Good morning to you, too, mister. Care to tell me where you were again? Did Mondstadt need you so desperately again that you had to go out all night again fending off monsters?”, you huffed.
“The Abyss Order–”
“–would overrun Mondstadt if it weren’t for you and the Knights are useless, bla bla. I get it.”
The silence that followed after your words was charged with your anger, his crimson eyes trained on you with guilt. He knew you were right but what else was he supposed to do?
“What do you expect me to do?”, he asked calmly.
“What do I expect you to do?”, you asked in disbelief, closing the book that had still been on your lap, slamming it on the coffee table in front of you. “I expect you to stop playing hero and finally prioritize yourself first. Prioritize me. Have you ever thought about the way I feel when you’re going out every night doing fuck-knows what?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t-”
“Of course you didn’t because all you ever think about is your precious Mondstadt. How could I even be so foolish to think I could compete with it? To think I’d stand a chance to possibly mean more to you than this goddamn city. I need you too, Diluc. But you are never there for me! Fuck, I didn’t even have a single night of proper sleep ever since I found out about your hero antics! You are gone every night!”
Every word you spoke stung in his heart but he kept quiet, enduring the thunderstorm of your rightful rage and wondered what he should do, what he could do to end the heartaches and sleepless nights he had been continually causing you, robbing you of your sleep, causing you distress and making you feel unappreciated. Even though the mere thought of it caused his heart to ache in his chest, he knew there was only one possible answer to this.
“Where are you going?”, you asked with uncertainty becoming evident in your voice as he walked past you into the bedroom. As you followed him you saw he had grabbed his bag and had opened the wardrobe, taking his clothes that he had stored here for when he had been staying over out of it and putting them in his bag.
“What are you doing?”
Panic started to well up inside of you. You hoped that your eyes were deceiving you and that what he was doing didn’t mean what you assumed it meant. The fact he kept silent and wasn’t even looking at you basically confirmed your assumptions and you could feel tears burning at the corners of your eyes and a lump forming in your throat. This is not what you had wanted and the fact that he was truly choosing this city over you hurt even more on top of it.
“Are you leaving me?”, you coaxed, tears flowing down your face, standing in the middle of the room completely petrified. He closed his bag and flung it over his shoulder, looking at you with a deep frown on his face before slowly nodding.
“It will be for your best, you deserve better than me.”
At that moment reality crashed over you like an avalanche, burying you under layers upon layers of icy grief. You regretted getting mad at him, regretted confronting him about his activities because you had just irreparably destroyed what you had. If you were given the opportunity to turn back the time right then and there you would - going back to bed after waking up, knowing Diluc would return to you in the morning and spending another day with him, but you took that away from yourself now.
Diluc looked at you with a lingering sadness on his face, heading for the frontdoor and neatly placing the spare key to your apartment, which you had given him so he could enter at will, on the key hooks beside your door. He looked back at your shaking form in the doorway to your bedroom, throwing you a regretful smile as he walked out into the cool morning air.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind him you weakly sunk to your knees on the carpet, letting your tears flow uncontrollably, sobbing loudly into your hands.
Mondstadt had won.
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affirming word.
your first argument with al haitham is one you are sure you’ll never forget. not because of his piercing words and the cold way he stares back at you, but because of his desperate reassurance. the soft way he held you as apologies were uttered, and the gentle way he cared for every tear you shed.
a/n: waah this is my first fic on this account !! cheers ^^
w/c: ~1.5k
warnings: not proof read (im lazy my bad) mentions of arguments, insecurities. hurt/comfort
al haitham has been in maybe, one relationship before this one, you gather. there’s a certain coarseness to the way he approaches love and being in love with you that bleeds with lack of experience. it is not a slight against him, in fact, you’d consider it the furthest from that. you are honored to have been so cherished by someone who claims to not have time for trivial things. if al haitham is good at one thing, beyond mathematics or research or memorization, it is making you feel like you are not and will never be “trivial” to him. he remembers every date, he recalls every small detail, and he does everything he can, even in his busy schedule to make time for you. because you are the one he chose, and you are beyond his preconceptions about the usefulness and reason for “falling in love,” or other trifling activities.
so, when he calls you just that -- useless and pointless and trivial, it stings. and it stings for more than an hour, after the silence has settled in your shared living space and dinner has gone cold. it stings every time he looks at you, unable to control his cold and calculating frustration. even by the time said frustration is no longer directed at you but at himself for getting caught up -- for the escalation to petty insults rather than progress towards a natural solution. even as you both stand up and say you’re sorry for hurting each other and promise to listen and care. you are still left stinging. you ache all over, even as you lie in bed with him, his warm arms pulling your form close as you both whisper declarations of retreat, compromise, and love. you close your eyes and take in his scent, woody, almost a bit musky and just a twinge reminiscent of a well kept library. you would find solace here, but you cannot help but ache. your eyes sting with salt and self-admonishment as you sleep, feeling as though the two of you are left further apart than you were before.
it’s been several days now. the sounds of the bustling streets and the near silence of the akademia’s halls do nothing to comfort your still stirring heart. you see al haitham every day, you tell him you love him every day (because you do, and you’ll be damned before the aftermath of a finished argument tells you that you do not). he echoes the same, but still you think
trivial? were you nothing but pointless and foolish? did your beloved boyfriend, in times of distress, think of you as the very things he swore not to make you feel you were? it hurts to feel distant from him, but you’re sure he hasn’t noticed. in fact, you think it’s better that he hasn’t noticed. he’s a busy, busy man. and, really, he shouldn't be worried about something as frivolous as the way you feel about a pain that’s passed silently for days. you’ll get over it, because you’ve already talked and you love him and that should be enough.
but you forget, that al haitham, while not a fool, is foolishly in love with you. he is a man that gets what he needs and what he wants and when there are obstacles in his path he devises clear plans to avoid them. the only thing he would readily admit to making mistakes over is you. you and your smile that lights up his entire world, you and the way you care for him and challenge his mind in the most electrifying way. you who holds him as he sinks into the depths of his mind, and you who promises him eternity, irrational as that may be. so when you distance yourself, drowning in your own hurt, al haitham is planning. your wounds are like aching scars on his back. prickling with pain and a reminder of his failing, not to himself, but his failing to provide you with the world as you deserve. he sits in his office, stiff and cautious. what on earth could it be that has sent you away from him? what sort of thorns have coated your heart and how should he cut through them to get to you?
you don’t think much of it, when you’re called into al haitham’s office today. you expect nothing more than an update about his findings. you’ll walk in, say hello, chat for a time until you realize you’ve veered off course and then you’ll depart with timid “i love you”s and you’ll stare into the silence as you hope for the short moment to lift your heart the way it had before it was wounded. you do not expect to see him staring anxiously at the door as you enter. you do not expect him to run a hand through his pretty gray hair and quietly ask you a question.
“could you lock the door?” you do, but you’re holding your breath. dread floods your veins and you cannot help but feel intimidated as he stands and approaches you. in an attempt to flee from your racing mind and heart, you change the subject.
“hi, dear. did you need something? i should have given you the report from—” you’re silenced by the worried look on his face. it’s a foreign expression, one where his shining, always focused eyes dart around you with a mixture of something like fear and hurt, and one where his built arms hang awkwardly at his sides as he figures out what to say first.
“there’s something wrong,” he starts. your breath hitches and you’re forced to break eye contact. al haitham frowns. “please don’t do that. please look at me.” the plea hurts your chest, but you can’t bring yourself to do just that. you try to wave it off.
“there’s nothing—” but the shake in your voice betrays you. he waits for you to open up. for you to take the first step, because your comfort is his priority, but you can tell with the tension in the air that he will cut through if you do not. al haitham gets what he needs, and what he needs more than life is your happiness. you’re sure of that now, as you look back at his expression, endlessly full of concern for you. you can’t bring yourself to lie anymore. “okay, maybe there is something.”
“may i inquire?” he says it so timidly you’d think he’s another person. you can’t stop yourself from sighing.
“i just… it’s stupid. i don’t think it’s worth making a big deal. i’ll be over it soon.” the deadpan look on his face says otherwise.
“you have been… apart from your usual self. for longer than three nights. i’m worried about you.” al haitham’s admission is shaking, but resolute. his soothing voice quakes just the slightest bit, but he refuses to back down. you cave at his look, just as you always do.
“i‘m just… still hurt. over what you said, when we argued? i didn’t want you to feel bad since we already moved on from the problem but i keep thinking about it and hearing it in my head. you called me trivial.” al haitham pauses, as if recounting the event. you continue. “i know you probably didn’t mean it, but i can’t help but think that maybe…”
“stop,” he says with a gentleness reserved only for you. he places his hands gently on your shoulders while silently asking for permission in his gaze to pull you close. you nod, and suddenly his hand is patting the back of your head softly, as if you’re the most cherished being in the universe itself.
“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” you feel your eyes welling up with tears as he holds you close and admits fault. he pulls away slightly, but only to dry your tears with his thumb.
“you are everything to me. and it was only foolish of me to have allowed things to progress to this point. i would move mountains and slay the worst of foes just to see you happy. i have taken away part of your smile, even for a second. and for that i am so sorry.”
there is a tenderness in his eyes. you couldn’t imagine a more beautiful expression if you tried, and it is then that you realize he is not used to wearing this expression. he is clumsy in the way he squeezes you, and although he is intelligent, he is also inept in maintaining his usual aloofness as he reassures you that you will never be a waste of his time. it is then too, that you notice the fear squandering his composure as he promises to love you for what may be the millionth time.
you relax and while you cry in his arms, you allow al haitham’s affirming word into your heart, never to be shaken again.
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A wish
art is platonic
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Do you think you could do some genshin characters reacting to you flinching during a fight? 👉🏻👈🏻 Im not picky with which characters as long as Childe is included
Flinching During an Argument, Genshin.
Part 1?
Masterlist
Characters: Childe, Diluc, Kaeya, Wanderer.
Warnings: Mentions of violence, misunderstandings, past abusive relationships, insecurities, yelling, blood (unrelated), potential harming.
Notes: There are some kinds of spoilers for The Wanderers but yeah >:). Sorry for not writing for a long time, there's been a lot of stressful things happening in my life right now but I'm trying to write more :). There will be more parts to this I just don't know when.
Childe (Tartaglia, Ajax)
The room which was usually filled with laughs and smiles now had a dark aura. Both occupants of the household argue with each other, in a fit of rage and hurt. "Ajax please just listen to me! I could've lost you!" You said, wiping the tears from your eyes, a shudder left your chest as your boyfriend's eyes darkened towards you. His boots took a step forward and he pointed his finger toward you.
"You always underestimate me!" A vein popped from his forehead, the air getting thick causing your heart to speed up. "Ajax I di-" He cut you off with a shout causing you to back up into the wall "No! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I SUFFERED THROUGH TO BE SEEN LIKE THAT"
He went to push the hair out of his eyes, his gloved hand swayed in front of your face causing you to cover your eyes, frightened of his next course of action. Your knees buckle slightly. Childe's movements came to a halt, and his annoyance quickly left, now filled with shock and pain.
"Dove... I-" he started to speak, his hands gently grabbing yours, delicately not to strike for negative emotions in you. As he moved your defense, he winced at your fear-struck face, tears he caused painting your skin. "I would never... ever harm you... I'm so- so sorry" He opened his arms slowly, trying not to frighten you, offering for you to hug him, and you pounced into his grasp. Small sobs emitted from your throat, "I'm sorry- I just don't want to -hic- lose you, and I-" your rambling was cut off by a small hush from the ginger.
"I would never leave you... I was being unreasonable, let's just drop it for now, come on I'll take you to the bedroom."
The rest of the day was filled with soft hums, and both of you enjoyed each other's presence. "My dove?" Tartaglia's voice was soft, you looked up to meet his eyes questioning him. "C'mon let's go to a restaurant.... let me treat you?" He said, well more of asked... still not knowing how much you were willing to do. "Of course.... let's go."
Diluc
Nothing was different from today than any other day, you went on commissions and came home to your loving husband. However, the crimson irises begged to differ. "You need to stop being so reckless! You've come home yet again with a new bloodied bandage!" His tone was deep, filled with irritation and worry. Though, that didn't do much but annoy you. "Luc, please listen to me, love. This is a part of working for the Guild!"
His eyes shot toward yours, pure frustration filling his pupils. "Every. Day." He started, his body slowly getting up from where he was sitting. "I. Have. To. See. You. Get. Hurt." His body was slightly in front of you, a two-foot gap in between your bodies. "EVERY. DAMN. DAY.!" His booming voice shook the air, causing you to flinch and stumble onto the ground.
A few seconds of silence went by until he kneeled to where you fell. "I am deeply sorry, I- it was never my intention to frighten you, my love." His eyes were filled with shame and insecurity, his gloved hand reached out to you slowly. You softly grabbed it allowing him to pull you up and into a hug, watching for your injuries. "I'm sor-" you started but your husband shushed you "No need dear, I must be the one to apologize. I was being rash, just promise me that you'll be more careful?"
You nodded softly and hugged his torso a bit tighter, the both of you stood in the common room for a while before he broke away from the embrace. "Why don't you let me re-bandage your injuries and then after we can go for a walk?"
As the day continued on, the well-known couple could be seen walking down the paths of the outskirts of Monstadt. Hand in hand, soft delicate smiles painting both of their features.
Kaeya
Sadly, petty arguments with Kaeya always happened, it was all fine though. None of it really went far, that is until now. The two of you were in his office at the KOF building, snapping at each other. Snarky comments and shouts were heard throughout the whole building, though no one dared to enter not even Lisa nor Jean.
"You are being unreasonable!" you shouted at the blue-haired male who only scoffed back, he stood from his seat and turned his back away from you. "For the last time, now listen real closely and get it through your more than thick skull." He slowly turned towards you, his deep frustrated tone quickly shutting you up. "She was NOT flirting with me, just because you're insecure does not mean you get to PROJECT your feelings on me nor the poor lady who was being nice."
His words made you wince, stepping back in shock as you look up into his eyes with hurt, no more than hurt..... betrayal "oh." Your head bobbed in a quick nod as you went to leave the room. "W-wait.... (y/n) shit... I didn't mean-" he chased after you. The people in the city watched in shock which only rubbed the salt more in your wound.
You finally made it to your home, your boyfriend rushing in behind you. No words were spoken, his strong arms yanked you into a hug as you sobbed into his chest. "I....... I am so so sorry snowflake......" your loud cries pulled at his heart strings. After gathering your emotions, you went to respond, feeling guilty for the situation. "You were ri-" his soft lips slammed onto yours, effectively stopping your words. "Don't even think about finishing that sentence."
The two of you made an executive decision to take some time off together in which Jean more than happily approved of. The two of you were now in the amazing city of Sumeru, sitting together in the Grand Bazaar. Your head laying on his soft shoulder as both of you watch the amazing dancers.
Wanderer (Kuni)
You and the umbrella hat male were walking down a trail in the outskirts of Gandharva Ville, when suddenly a random root appeared from nowhere, which caused your body to fling forward into the ground. The Wanderer turned around slightly shocked, he laughed slightly and swung his hand to help you up. But the sudden motion frightened you and caused you to cower backwards. "I'm sorry!" you yelped out while closing your eyes, preparing for the hit that would never come.
Kuni looked at you shocked, no words left his mouth, he was truly stunned at the scene in front of him. You soon opened your eyes and looked to the side embarrassed, "I- uh- sorry heh, that's embarrassing.... well lets uh continue." You stood up and brushed your pants off and walked past your "new" boyfriend, expecting him to follow you. Though his next words, stopped your movements.
"What......" he paused before slightly hanging his head in shame "I know I used to... treat you unfairly....... just know that I am trying to get better." he muttered before walking to you and gripping the back of your shirt. "I don't want to lose nor hurt the one I love...." he mumbled before he slowly and awkwardly hugged you from behind.
"I know you are trying.... don't think I've given up on you Ku.... I trust you."
Over time, the two of you slowly dropped your walls with each other, becoming closer than ever. He was a completely different person than the one you used to date. Same face..... same body.... same soul..... just different purpose.
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I hope this is good :), I love you guys... also dude why are genshin characters written so WELL gah damn!
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/38755392/chapters/101054991
Requested by: @poisedava
Prompt: Tortured for Information
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters involved: Scaramouche, Treasure Hoarders
Summary: Even the Sixth of the Harbingers can have off days like these.
It was embarrassing to see that Number Six of the Fatui Harbingers, known to be feared and respected amongst the Fatui, would succumb to a faction like the Treasure Hoarders.
Then again, getting thrown off a cliff at a non-lethal height and blacking out seems like a justifiable excuse to be in this situation in the first place, for literally any other person in the world that is.
He should've been more cautious when fighting, he was careless and look where he ended up because of it.
"Looky here boys, we got ourselves a big catch!" One of the Treasure Hoarders exclaimed as Scaramouche came to his senses, the blurry image of a potioneer specializing in Cryo appearing as his eyes adjusted.
"The Balladeer huh? Thought we'd get a bigger fight out of this pipsqueak!" Another one of them said, seemingly boasting about their victory over him.
Scaramouche scowled. How dare they insult him like that? He would teach these brutes a lesson if it weren't for the lingering ache in his body and the fact that he felt rope securing his hands behind his back, tied down to a chair. He couldn't feel where his Vision should be, likely having been taken off his person when he had been defeated.
"Ya think we can ransom this boy? He'd make us a whole lotta Mora for sure! The Fatui won't be able to resist getting their Harbinger back!"
Typical move for the Treasure Hoarders. Mora seems to be on their damn minds every single day of the week. Besides, there's no way he's sitting around helpless, not only would that likely damage his creditability as a Harbinger, but also because he's not giving these guys the satisfaction of exploiting him for cheap ways to make Mora.
"You know, why stop there? We have a Harbinger at our disposal. You know what that means, don't you boys?" A more feminine voice entered the area, as a woman wearing a hood and some Treasure Hoarder style clothing and an Anemo Vision hanging by her belt stopped in front of him with a devious smile as all the other Hoarders gave out a collective gasp. "What an honour it would be to tear out some information from your lips."
Scaramouche scoffed at her claim. "My lips won't say a thing."
"Going the hard way I see." The woman, who seems to be the leader of this batch of Treasure Hoarders, looked over her shoulder and snapped her fingers. "My hammer please."
Her lackeys agreed and ran off to find her weapon of choice as she herself leaned closer to him, close enough that it's considered uncomfortable.
"I'm giving you one chance to make this easy for both of us. Cooperation is better than seeing what I can do to those who disobey me."
Scaramouche honestly couldn't believe what this lady is saying, thinking that he, the Balladeer, would cower before her like a dog. He didn't get this position by mere chance.
"You have no idea who're you're dealing with, lowly scum."
"Got quite a mouth for someone who got recognized by the Tsaritsa herself." The lady smirked. "I'm going to have a great time breaking you apart while we await for hard earned Mora to come our way."
"Madam, here's your hammer. Do you want some elemental potions to splash onto this kid?" The other hoarders returned, the supposed muscleman of the group carrying a heavy looking and well crafted hammer over his shoulder. The potioneers were all too eager to give up their potions over to the woman, as if they were blindly loyal to her.
"Of course. Dinner will start early for you all once you finish a message for the Fatui that we have their oh so precious Harbinger. Allow me to have some fun first." The leader's sickeningly malicious grin grew as she took the potions into her arms given from the hoarders, watching as they ran off afterwards. She turned back to Scaramouche and placed the potions down on the ground, just near enough for her to grab, but far enough to prevent him from taking it himself, not that he could anyway.
"Now then, first question. How did you get the rank of Harbinger?" Twirling the hammer in her hands, the supposed leader demanded.
"What? You planning on joining the Fatui? They won't accept people like you." Scaramouche thought that she would want to know the very inner workings of the organization, not how to achieve his position. Then again, it does make sense for greedy and senseless people like the Treasure Hoarders.
"That's not my question."
Clicking her tongue, annoyed by his answer as her smirk turned into a frown she slammed the hammer down onto his leg as hard as she could, forcing out a hiss of pain from him, only muffled from him grinding his teeth against the sudden explosion of agony.
"So you're not immune to pain after all. Interesting." The woman tapped a finger to her lips in fascination and glee at managing to draw out a reaction from the Balladeer. "Now then, if you don't wish for me to do that again, then best answer the question, little boy."
"What did you just call me?"
"A little boy."
Again, because of his inability to give a satisfactory response, though he wasn't planning on giving her any information anyway, she brought the hammer down on his already hurt leg again, a more audible wince dragged out of him.
"I'm a very patient woman, little boy. We can be here all day if you wish to be uncooperative, and that's just sad...for you at least. I'm having the time of my life right now, but I do want some form of intel to come out of you to make this trip worthwhile."
"Dream on, not even one bit of information will come from me."
She stayed silent for a while before her frown turned upside down. "...you know, I've always wanted to see how Swirl reactions work inside a body. Luckily for me, I have a few elemental potions to try out."
This caught Scaramouche's attention, knowing full well of what elemental reactions can do in a person's body. His time in the Fatui taught him that and he certainly wasn't going to be a victim of such.
As the woman was putting down her hammer to pick up the potions, Scaramouche used his bound feet that are thankfully not tied to the chair to kick her away from the bottles, knocking her away and leaving the Electro user to kick the potions to the side, smashing them and spilling the elemental properties onto the ground. It wasn't much as he knew that the potioneers would definitely make more but it would provide him more time to find a way to escape from this embarrassing situation.
The Treasure Hoarder did not take it too lightly at seeing that the potions were effectively wasted this time around, as she got up with a hand clutching the side of her that was smacked with a look that could kill.
"You're going to regret that." She growled, her Vision resonating at her belt as she held her free palm up and a blast of harsh Anemo energy came from it, sending him and the chair tumbling to the ground from the blast.
"Information. Now." The woman towered over him as she pulled out a dagger that was besides her Vision, stabbing it into his cheek and creating a small wound in his skin, another hiss came from him.
"No." Scaramouche responded.
"Fine. Let's run an experiment: how much pain you'll be in when I insert some Anemo energy into your body?"
The woman places her palm onto the wound she made on his cheek, her Vision glowing.
The next thing that was heard was screams.
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If it's no bother the whole meeting family and sister being favoured ordeal but with Wanderer, Xiao, Childe and Tighnari please! Yummy comfort...🤤
Honestly.. I did my best with it, but I don't know if I'll do another addition to this from now on. It feels like I'm always writing the exact same thing, and I feel like it's getting boring and repetitive...
Let me know what you think about it, please, because I really don't know.
Characters Included: Wanderer; Xiao; Tighnari
Content: gender neutral reader; established relationship; reader has a sister; hurt/comfort; mention of past (child) abuse; mention of child neglect; insults; slight racism against Tighnari; not proofread yet
Word count: 3,7k words
Requested by: @ahtopoteyto
Enjoy everyone<3
Wanderer
When you suddenly hit him with the question of wether he wanted to meet your parents or not, he was confused and slightly shocked. From what he had gathered over the time you've been dating, you did not have a very good connection with your parents.
You never really talked about them or told him stories about your childhood. The first few times he asked you about them, he vividly remembers how your face became pale and you simply stating that you didn't want to talk about this. So he let it be, not bothering you with it anymore.
So for you to suddenly ask him this after months of not even mentioning anything related to this subject, he found it highly suspicious.
"Where's this coming from so suddenly?", he asks, taking your hand and sitting you down on the couch next to him. He can already tell how much it cost you to simply ask him that question.
"W-well... I just thought that maybe it's something you'd want. I mean.. normally, in relationships, you introduce your parnters to your parents. So, I thought, maybe we should do that, too..?"
You sounded so meek and unsure of yourself, he hated to see you like this. He may not know the full story about what happened between you and your parents, but if it made you that uncomfortable just talking about them, then that's all he needed to know. He would never knowingly put you through something horrible.
So, to reassure you, he circled his arms around you, pulling you against his chest while placing his chin on top of your head as he just held you like this. "Don't force yourself to do something you don't want to do. Our relationship isn't exactly normal anyways. I don't care about meeting your parents. You don't like them, that's enough for me to also dislike them."
That made you laugh a bit, and he also relaxed a bit, knowing that if that could make you laugh, you were already feeling a bit better.
"Even so.. I think you should know why I don't have contact with them anymore..", you quietly spoke after some time.
"Only if you want to tell me. You don't have to force yourself.", was his answer, but you insisted, finally wanting him to know, since you've already kept it to yourself for so long.
And so, you told him about all the things you went through when you were younger, still living with and depending on your parents. You told him how you were the oldest child of your parents, and for a while, everything was good. There were normal, loving and even spoiled you a bit as a child.
But when you were 6 years old, your parents decided to have a second child, and so, your sister was born when you were 7. And suddenly, it was like you didn't exist anymore.
Your parents focused all their love and attention towards your baby sister, leaving you to figure things out by yourself. They at least still provided food for you, but anything else you were left to your own devices.
By the time you were 12 years old, you were practically living by yourself, though you were still in your parents house. You were cooking your own meals, doing your own laundry, managing school stuff and all that your parents were supposed to do for you.
Your sister was only 5 years old, she was just a happy child and didn't know about the clear favouritism and neglect going on. She was just a sweet child that wanted to play with her sister. You couldn't hate her, since she didn't do anything wrong.
From time to time, you tried to get your parents attention, either with your grades or other achievements, but they always brushed you aside to focus on your sister, since they claimed she needed their attention more than you did.
It hurt, and you kept on trying and trying, until eventually, you realised that it had no sense and you just stopped. You knew that they would never love you like they did with your sister. So, as soon as you could, you started a part time job to save up some money, so you could leave when you needed to.
The older you and your sister got, the more she also became aware of the favouritism. Luckily, it didn't grow over her head, and she tried her best to get your mom and dad to focus on you, too. But they never did. Instead, your sister spent time with you, which you were really greatful for.
When the time came, you were old enough and had enough money saved, you left your home. You told no one, except for your sister. She was sad to see you leave, but she understood why you did it, and wished you the best of luck. Even to this day, you hold some sort of loose contact to her.
Your parents however? You haven't heard a word from them since you've left. You weren't even sure if they've noticed your dissapearance, if they even remembered that they had an older child. But you were glad, you didn't want anything to do with them in the first place.
While listening to your story, Wanderer felt himself get more and more angry on your behalf. How dare they treat their own child in such a way? What kind of a parent would do such a thing?
He was gritting his teeth, clenching his fists. He wanted so bad to make them pay for what they did to you. But then he focused back on you, still in his arms, sobbing as you were telling him your story. No matter how much you reassured him that you were fine, it was still affecting you.
So instead, he focused and channeled his anger into the love and worry he had for you. He tightend his hold around you, planting a soft kiss to the top of your head. "I'm sorry you had to live through something like that. But that's all in the past. You're here now, with me. You've achieved so much for yourself and by yourself, so you can be proud of you. And I'll be by your side for each and every step in the future. I won't let something like this ever happen to you again. And if you ever want me to pay your parents a little visit... let me know."
That last statement brought him a small hit to his side, but he merely laughed it off.
You'd always be his number one. Forever and always..
Xiao
Having an Adeptus as your boyfriend, the Guardian of Liyue himself at that, you tried to spend as much time with him as you possibly could. For you, that meant spending ever second of your free time in or around Wangshu Inn, sometimes even spending the night there despite having your own living place.
Xiao appreciated this gesture of yours. You knew that he liked the Inn as his place of operation, and you didn't want to force him into spending time at your place, when he would only be anxious the entire time. So it was a compromise you were willing to make.
Today was a nice summer day. You were dressed in soft clothing, allowing the occaisonal gust of wind to cool your skin down as you were standing on the top balcony of the Wangshu Inn, observing the scenery before you. Xiao was currently out somewhere, so you had decided to wait for him here.
While you were observing, leaning your body against the railing, you suddenly felt the presence of someone behind you. Before you could turn around, a pair of arms came around from behind you, encircling your body as his hands found purchase on the railing, next to yours.
You immediately recognized him, a smile spreading as you felt his body leaning against yours, his soft lips pressing against your exposed shoulder.
"You should be more careful. I wouldn't want you to lean to far over and falling to your death.", he mumbled, staying close to you, searching for the physical contact.
You loved how openly he showed his love and affection to you when it was just the two of you, no one else around to witness this soft moment of his. "I'm sure you'd catch me before anything could happen to me.", you reply, intertwining your hand with his.
"And you'd be absolutely right."
You smile but don't say anything more as you stay with him like this, enjoying the way his body feels against yours. If only this moment could last forever...
But alas, it didn't last nearly as long as you'd want it to. Soon enough, you could hear some shouting from below, coming from the reception. You heard the Boss Lady, Verr, call after someone. "Sir, please! You can't just barge up there!"
But whoever that man was, he just ignored her as both you and Xiao could hear the heavy footsteps coming up the stairs. With one last look at each other, you break apart to an appropriate distance, figuring that whoever this was was probably here to seek the help of the Adeptus.
However, as the man arrived at the top balcony, your breath got caught in your throat as you recognized the man standing in front of you.
His eyes found yours, and you saw a glimpse of something wash over his face that you couldn't quite name. Xiao also noticed this, choosing to remain silent for now, but closely watching both of you. He may not know who this man was, but it was obvious to him that you recognized him.
"Dad?", you then asked, still hoping that this was just some bad dream you'd wake up from any second now.
"(Name)! I finally found you! You weren't at home, so I've been searching everywhere for you."
The man, your father, made a step towards you, but as soon as he did, you also took a step back. The motion didn't go unnoticed by Xiao. You were clearly uncomfortable with your father being here, so he was preparing to step in the second things threatened to go out of control.
"What do you want?", you ask him, not wanting to spend any more time in this mans presence than you absolutely have to.
"What, a father can't visit his child?", he asked, letting out a chuckle, but everyone present could tell how fake it sounded.
"Just tell me what you want already."
Your father threw you a glare, but relented nonetheless. "Fine then. Your mother and I were hoping for a bit of financial aid from you. Your sister wants to study at the Academiya of Sumeru, but we lack the money to help her with that. We heard that you were doing pretty good for yourself, so, naturally, you'd help out your family a bit. Right?"
The last word sounded almost threatening, like refusing would cause you serious consequences. You knew that tone in your fathers voice all too well, having been "disciplined" by him most of your life if you ever dared refuse him.
This entire situation was almost laughable to you. You haven't had contact with either your parents or your sister in years, since you finally left their home for good. And now, after years of silence, they suddenly remember you, only to come crawling and begging for money. Which they plan to spend on your sister.
As it always was. It's always been her over you.
"..No.", you say after a few seconds of silence. Hearing your answer, your fathers forced smile drops and he stares at you, like he couldn't believe the word that just left your mouth.
"What did you say?", he asked, his voice ice cold and you flinched a bit, hiding a bit behind Xiao as you were still scared of this man, but you refused to subject yourself to him again.
"I said No. I'm not giving you any money."
Your response was hanging in the air for a bit, when suddenly, anger started to show on your fathers face and he then began lunging towards you, one arm raised as if to slap you.
"You ungrateful, little-!", he yelled and was about to take a swing at you, when suddenly, within the blink of an eye, he was laying on the floor, face pushed onto the ground, with Xiao standing over him, restraining your fathers hands.
"You will not put your hands on them. I won't allow it."
Your father was cursing and screaming, trying to escape the hold Xiao had him in. But the more he struggled, the more force Xiao put into holding him down, which only worsened the curses thrown at the both of you.
Witnessing this, the reality of what would have happened to you if Xiao wasn't there with you sank in, and you felt your knees giving out, sinking to the floor as tears subconsciously began to run down your cheeks.
Noticing this, Xiao quickly reassed the situation as he leaned down to your father. "Leave. And don't you dare ever come back. If I see or hear you bothering them ever again, I won't be so mercyful next time."
Then, he let go of your father and rushed to your side, checking in on you. Your father cursed some more as he finally got to his feet again and quickly left the scene, and hopefully, your life as well.
You on the other hand, were a mess right now. Tears running down, you were sobbing as you held onto Xiao like your life depended on him. He let it happen, soothingly running a hand along your back as he just held you, letting you cry it all out.
After you've calmed down again, he just has to talk about what just happened. "I take it this happened more than once to you?", he asked softly, referencing the moment your father tried to lay hands on you.
You couldn't say the words, so you just nodded as a response. Xiao felt anger rising in his chest, but he held it under control focusing on you, since you needed him right now.
"What else has he done to you?"
And so, with shaky breath and lots of pauses in between, you tell him about all the abuse and the clear favouritism of your sister you've been going through your entire childhood, up until the day you ran away from them for good.
Xiao was in shock that parents could do such a thing to their own child. And even if he wanted to go out and make them pay for their actions, there's nothing he could do. He was bound by a contract to protect the people of Liyue. He couldn't harm them. But he could protect you..
So, he takes you in his arms again, holding you close to him as he softly speaks into your ear. "I'm so sorry for everything that happened to you. From now on, you won't have to worry about them any longer. I'll protect you. From them and any other harm that tries to make their way to you."
And you knew that he meant every word he said. You knew that you could trust Xiao with everything, most importantly your life, and he'd guard it as his most treasured possession. With him by your side, you finally felt safe for the first time in your life...
Tighnari
Working as a Forest Ranger has always been a lifelong dream of yours. Doing so with the love of your life by your side was that dream actually coming true to you. Sometimes, you just stare at Tighnari, wondering what you did to get so lucky to have him as your partner. How you deserved him in the first place.
He always laughed a bit and softly reprimanded you, but he never did so with ill intent. When he did that, you could always see the genuine love he held for you in his eyes, clear as day.
When it came to your relationship, everything happened a bit slowly, as per Tighnari's request. Since his species only has one partner their entire life, he wants to make extra sure that this will work out.
You take your time with going on several dates, where he explains to you the basics of his kind, what to do and what not to do, with him and others of his kind. But nothing he told you ever scared you away from him. If anything, it made you fall for him even more.
Then came the day when he wanted you to meet his parents, before you were making things official with him. You were nervous to meet them, but luckily, his parents instantly took a liking to you, especially his mom. She was over the top with her sons choice in a partner and the both of them gave you two their blessings.
The day after, you finally made things official, telling everyone of your friends that you were dating, and everyone was congratulating you. Word also spread among the other Forest Rangers, and soon enough, you were also bombarded with congratulations from them, as well.
Life was going good, but there was one thing that Tighnari was still thinking about.
You've met his parents, but he's never once met yours. Matter of fact, you don't even talk about them all that much. He's asked you one or two questions about them, but he soon came to the conclusion that this wasn't a topic you were too fond to speak about.
He did ask you why that was, but when you only gave him vage answers and excuses, he dropped the topic, figuring that it wasn't too important anyways. The main issue was your relationship, not some outside opinion. He thought that you'd come around and tell him more once you felt ready to do so.
Unbeknownst to him, that day would arrive much sooner than he anticipated.
One day, as Tighnari was about to head out for one of his patrols, he noticed you standing at the entrance to Gandharva Ville that led to Sumeru City, talking to two figures he didn't recognize. He thought for a second before he decided to head over to see what was going on.
As he got closer, he began to pick up on some signs of distress coming from you, which already set him a bit off edge. Then, he picked up on the voices and realised that you were arguing with those two individuals. He didn't know what it was about, but that wasn't important.
".. you understand, (Name)? We only want the best for you, so-!"
"Excuse me. Is everything alright over here?", Tighnari interrupted the conversation, and as you turned around to him, he couldn't help but notice the relieved look on your face. He gave you a sympathetic look before turning back to the other two visitors, who looked upset at being interrupted so rudely.
"And who are you?", asked the man, while the woman nodded along with him. Before Tighnari could say anything, you were already at it.
"This is Tighnari, Leader of the Forest Rangers, and my boyfriend. Tighnari, those are my parents.", you said as you vaguely gestured with your hand between them.
Tighnari's eyes widened as he heard you introduce them. He cleared his throat before extending a hand to your parents. "It's nice to finally meet you."
However, instead of taking his hand, your father simply ignored him, while your mother looked at him for a second, before scoffing and focusing back on you. "Seriously, (Name)? You got involved with someone like him? You could do so much better for yourself.", your mother said, looking at Tighnari with disgust, specifically at his more animalistic features.
"..Excuse me?", Tighnari asked again, retracting his hand. He couldn't believe what he had just heard. When he looked back to you, he saw you gritting your teeth, yet when you spoke again, he heard the strain in your voice as you tried to remain polite with your parents.
"Like I already said, I'm happy with my life here. I'm happy with Tighnari. Nothing you do or say can change my mind about it."
"Quit being stupid already, (Name)! Now that your sister isn't taking over the family business anymore, we need you to come back and take over. We also found a suitable marriage candidate for you. If you would just-!"
"I said No!", you interrupted them again, this time however, all the politeness has left your tone.
"I know you only never bothered me about coming back till now, because you were betting on my sister to take over. You'd never force her to do the things you want her to do, but doing it to me is fine for you?
I'm done with that. I have my life here, doing what I always wanted to do, with the love of my life with me." To undermine your words, you stand next to Tighnari and take his hand in yours. The action fills him with pride, as well as the fact that you're standing up for him to your parents.
"So, you can either accept that fact, support me and still be a part of my life. Or, you can leave, and never bother any of us again."
You finish your little speech, your mother gasping at your words, but your father quickly takes her and ushers her away, leading them back to the city.
As the two walked away, you let out a deep breath, relief washing over you as they walked away. You were still holding onto Tighnari's hand when he spoke up again. "I take it that was why you didn't want me to meet them, am I right?"
"I'm so sorry about that. I know I should have told you, but I never wanted you to have to go through that. I already don't have a very good relationship with them, and I didn't want it to affect you, as well."
Hearing that, Tighnari smiled as he turned towards you to take you in his arms. "Thank you", he whispered into yours ear.
You nodded against him. You'd always stand up to your parents again, without another thought, if it meant you were doing it for him...
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