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hopefulceladon · 1 month

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rest for the weary | kamisato ayato x reader

summary: kamisato ayato, though a man of many talents, hardly knew the meaning of the word ‘relax’. you, on the other hand, really wished he did. pairing: kamisato ayato x reader word count: 2.1k notes: happy ayato day!!! it's not much but at least it's something.

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As twilight blanketed itself over the horizons that surrounded the confines of the Kamisato Estate, so, too, had the celebration held within the guarded walls of the property ceased.

It had hardly been a stuffy, bejeweled social gathering beheld in a decked-out estate like many of the commissioner’s birthdays of the past, no. It was a simplistic and warm gathering with his closest friends and family members, and felt much like an embrace. Much like a temporary safe haven away from life’s ceaseless trials. Much like how such an occasion ought to be commemorated.

There was, perhaps a part of you was afraid that the current party would be too dull for Ayato's tastes—your beloved was the clan head, after all, and he only deserved a party as sophisticated as his wide expanse of titles, didn't he?—but the small, genuine smile he wore the moment he saw you, Ayaka, and Thoma huddled around a small feast table had soon eased your concerns.

And, perhaps, at his reaction, something within you urged you to ponder if this was the kind of celebration he preferred after all.

But now that the humble festivities of the evening had concluded, and Ayato had excused himself away from the scene, it became ever apparent that his intention was to immediately throw himself back into the rhythm of what he deemed as normalcy, as if the very concept of relaxation was foreign to the well-versed commissioner.

And as you leaned against the doorframe of his study, you frowned at the familiar sight of your beloved sorting through his moderately cluttered desk, fervent in his search of the next stack of documents to work on, with his back slightly hunched and his shoulders tensed from the weariness that found an unwelcome home within his bones.

It took him a moment to recognize your presence, but his countenance had brightened once he finally met your gaze, as if your mere existence was much like a healing balm for his tired soul. Still, his brows quirked upright at the sight of you, as if his aforementioned healing balm had no reason to be standing before him at the hour that it was.

“Hm? My love, why are you not in bed yet?”

Even if the expression upon his face was courteous, you could still recognize the exhaustion that plagued him deep beneath his pretty violet eyes.

“I could ask you the same question, couldn't I?” you replied as you approached him and his desk, frowning further at the scattered leaflets that were splayed across its wooden surface. “Why are you working?”

“I’m simply catching up on the work I skipped earlier this afternoon. Another all-nighter is in the books, I suppose...”

His admission caught you off guard, and you stared at him, baffled.

“You were meant to relax today, weren't you? Something regarding, oh, goodness, I don’t know, your birthday?”

“Oh, please, you really need not remind me,” he began with a sigh. “Much as one would expect, the flow of my tasks and duties won’t simply put itself on hold just because its master happened to make it yet another cycle around the sun...”

“I understand, but you haven’t had a break in quite some time...”

Guilt had added a new splash of psychological color to accompany the fatigue that was already distinctly painted across his features, but his hands still remained ever busy with his paperwork.

“If the imminent needs of the clan cannot cease for one day, then neither shall I, I fear.”

His counterpoint was logical, you supposed, but his utter refusal to even consider himself at all caused your heart to ache. Though you knew far better than to engage in attempting to explain anything to someone so stubborn, much less someone whose job, more or less, was to debate and persuade others to agree with his stances, you persisted.

“You still can always just simply... attempt to rest?”

A brief flash of surprise flickered in his eyes at the abruptness of your response, but he simply hummed in response, waiting patiently for your explanation.

“One of your concerns is keeping your loved ones safe, isn’t it? But were we not all there, happily celebrating alongside you? Was it not lively with nearby retainers, all hoping to do something to serve you? Is that not proof that we're all safe and secure within the walls of the estate you oversee?”

“I... suppose, yes, but I fail to see how that's relevant to the argument against me dealing with late night paperwork?”

“It means that you succeeded in at least one of the goals that I know you must surely think of when you sit at this desk. And if you succeeded in that, then... shouldn't that be enough for you to put up the paperwork for at least tonight?”

“Mm. I do appreciate the insight, dear, but it's hardly ever that simple, and I’m sure you, of everyone, would know that to be so.”

Quickly, you realized your claim was losing its validity, but you, fortunately, were as persistent as he was.

“I know, but it should be enough to prove that the members of the clan aren't at risk of any sudden disaster...” your voice trailed off as you took a moment to reach for his free hand, gently grasping it in your own. “The world shall not end, nor shall the Kamisato Clan crash and burn to the ground, if you happen to take a night's respite, I think.”

At the sudden contact between your hand and Ayato’s, though his black leather glove blocked most of the sensation, he breathed in sharply. As a quick-thinking means to distract himself from whatever seemed to stir his troubled soul, he focused on readjusting his grip on the calligraphy pen that he held firmly between his other hand’s index finger and thumb.

“Hmph, tell that to the other commissioners, then, my love...”

“The other commissioners are not here to perceive nor judge your actions, my love ,” you replied, then paused to make a humorous production out of warily glancing around for ‘eavesdroppers’ before you whispered. “...nor do I quite care what they think, regardless. They're hardly the ones who must bear the weight of knowing the exhaustion you strive to conceal.”

Your honesty made Ayato chuckle, but your confession still caused his eyebrows to furrow.

“I cannot tell if it's from the charm of your words or from the weariness you claim I possess, but I suppose you're quite right,” he mused aloud before his eyes reclaimed their familiar, charming glimmer. “Though, I suppose if we wake up tomorrow to, say, a burnt down kitchen, I'll at least have someone to blame for lulling me into a false sense of security, hm?”

“Now, why would the kitchen burn down? You'd be absolutely nowhere near it.” you quickly retorted, unable to suppress the small giggle that snuck past the stoic front you had built and forged with concern.

Ayato let out a soft hum of amusement at your witty remark, tapping the stack of papers against his desk to even them out before laying them to rest. Moments later, he arose from his chair and drew you in closer with a gentle tug at your arms, the playful grin from moments prior still plastered on his face.

“Oh, has the silver melted off your tongue now that you believe you finally persuaded me?”

“Huh? It's hardly like that!” you protested.

You swore the cheeky bastard had smiled at the flash of panic in your eyes, before leaning down to briefly press his lips to your forehead.

“I know, dear, don't fret.”

Much like a switch had been suddenly flipped, the lighthearted atmosphere that lingered in the room allowed itself to be reformed into a far more serene state, aided by the ambience provided by both the steady raindrops that pattered against the shoji windows, and the flames that frolicked off of the wick of the burning candle that rested atop Ayato’s desk.

In response to his affectionate gesture, you took a step closer to wrap your arms around Ayato in return, reaching your one hand up to thread your fingers through his silky, pale blue hair, and leaving the other to rest against his cheek, all of which elicited a soft hum of contentment from Ayato’s lips.

“So, does this all really mean you’ll rest?”

“Oh dear... if that’s truly what you’ve concluded from this, I fear you’re sorely mistaken.” Ayato said as he leaned his cheek further into the palm of your hand, smiling at you tiredly.

You sighed at his response, feeling slightly disarmed by the charming sight he put on display.

“I’m sorry for being so persistent, it’s just that after all that you do for the clan, for... everyone, I just wish you'd consider yourself more often.”

“Ah, if I considered what I truly wanted more often, I fear we'd both be out of commission for at least a small while...”

As your face scrunched together in thought, your mind still too exhausted from the weight of your concern to decipher any potential meaning beneath his words, Ayato chuckled at the profound confusion his words had implanted within you, and he shook his head.

“Mm, nevermind that. Now, come here, dear.”

Without further notice, Ayato wrapped his lithe arms around you and enveloped you ever closer. The sudden force he used in pulling your body so abruptly flush to his own nearly caused you to stumble backwards, but quickly, he steadied you before you could make acquaintances with the floor by placing his palms against your hips.

At the sight of the surprise in your eyes, his hands immediately retreated out of fear he had breached any sort of boundary—oh , you had nearly asked him to put them back—and he simply let a hand idly rest upon the small of your back, holding you close to him as if you were made of a fragile glass that was all too eager to shatter.

“I really do hope you enjoyed today.” you murmured suddenly against the fabric of his lavender kimono, reaching your hand out so that it might rejoin with his, interlocking your fingers between the webbings of his own the very moment they reunited.

“As far as I'm aware, every day is enjoyable whenever I get to spend it with you.”

With your fondness growing ever intensified by the unspoken intimacy of the moment, your chest ached pleasantly at the tenderness that shone in his eyes as he lifted your intwined hands up to his lips, brushing them against the bumps of your knuckles ever so briefly.

Wordlessly, with an idea in mind to reciprocate, you reached behind yourself and gently pried his gloved hand away from your lower back.

While Ayato was deeply engrossed by your actions, at least enough to analyze your expressions with a curious gaze, he hadn't realized you had managed to cautiously slide his glove off his hand until the moment he felt your touch brush upon skin that he knew should've been covered by leather.

His breathing audibly faltered the moment your warm fingertips grazed against his surprisingly cold palm, unable to catch himself in time.

“My darling, I..." Ayato fought to speak coherently through a breathy whisper. Quickly, he cleared his throat and forced himself away from the tempting arms of the pleasant stupor your touch had thrown him into. “If this is the means you choose to convince me to relax, then... I suppose that we ought to retire to bed now, after all.”

“You mean your work can wait?”

“Perhaps it can, perhaps it cannot, but I must confess that at this very moment, any matters regarding paperwork are truly the furthest things from my mind...” Ayato admitted quietly, burying his forehead comfortably against the crossing that joined your neck and shoulder together.

“Then... what is on your mind?” you asked, still holding him close, still holding his freezing cold hand within your grasp. It really was hardly any wonder why he wore gloves all the time, it seemed.

“Merely the thought of being able to rest within the comfort of my beloved’s embrace for as long as the night shall allow us, if I’ll be so kindly permitted...”

As he lifted his head up from your shoulder, his gaze meeting yours, his weary eyes yearning for you to please at the very least answer his inquiry, you cracked a small smile at the rare sight of the vulnerability he usually kept under highly secured wraps.

“I think it would be my honor to kindly oblige.”

After all, only the heavens knew how strongly you longed for that, too.

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pochipop · 2 years

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＃ GENSHIN IMPACT !! ♡ — CARING FOR HIM WHEN HE FEELS UNWELL.

#. synopsis! — you care for him when he gets sick and is a bit too stubborn about it .

#. characters! — diluc, xiao, ayato .

#. warnings! — none .

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

#. others! — navigation & masterlist .

＃ DILUC !! ♡

That morning, Diluc had been showing early symptoms of being unwell. He had a harder time getting out of bed than he normally does, and even when he did manage to lug his body downstairs, he seemed lethargic and fatigued. Of course, you brought it up to him, but like the stubborn man he often is, he denied that anything was truly wrong and insisted to you that he "just needed to work it off." You didn't buy the excuse that he was just tired and hadn't gotten a night of proper rest. Sure, that might have been one part of it, but there was something larger at play: a bigger picture that you certainly weren't blind to.

Because you know Diluc Ragnvindr like the back of your hand.

He trudges in hours early, but once again brushes off your concern for him.

"I just need to lie down for a bit," he says, hands pressing feather-light against your shoulders as he brushes his lips past your temple.

His kiss is weak and does little to reassure you that everything is okay. A "bit" turns into hours, and by the time he wakes back up, the sun is close to setting and he's feeling both useless and delirious. Any attempts he could have made to get up and work through the night to make up for the lost hours are completely halted by you as you walk into the bedroom and find him sitting upright, legs hanging off the bed.

"Diluc, you should rest for a while longer," you tell him, walking over to press the flat of your hand against his forehead.

He's not as warm as he was earlier, but you still suspect that he has a low-grade fever. Lazily, he looks up at you through glassy eyes and mumbles something about being "fine."

"You're not fine," you answer sternly, "—you're sick. Working is only going to make it worse. Right now, you only need to focus on getting better. There's no point in putting more strain on your body like this."

"It's just a cold or something, nothing to worry about," Diluc once again attempts to brush your concerns away.

You smooth your fingers along his hair.

"If that's the case, then it should only take a bit of rest for you to feel better," you retort gently. "Take the day off tomorrow and let me take care of you."

He glances about the room, spotting a full glass of water on the nightstand beside the bed. He sees an extra blanket tangled in with the rest, —one you'd pulled from a closet somewhere in the manor to offer him extra warmth while he slept. It seemed to you that he truly needed it after he began shivering in his sleep, and you were right.

Still, Diluc hesitates.

The last thing he wants is to burden others, but with you. . . Well, simply put, having a day to heal from whatever's going on with you looking after him is almost too good a deal to pass up. And he's ashamed that he's so keen on taking it, but when you look at him with those puppy-dog eyes, he knows he doesn't stand a chance. You've been taking care of him this whole time, too. . .

"I might be contagious," he notes.

"Don't care," you answer with an amused smile, "—I'd rather be with you and catch whatever it is you have than leave you here to deal with it alone."

He sighs.

"Okay," he agrees, "thank you then. I'll take the day off to rest tomorrow, —but I'm going back the next day, alright?"

"Whatever you say, just lie back down. Your eyes look glazed and you still have a bit of a fever.”

You reach out to pull the covers over his body, but he weakly reaches up to capture your wrist in his loose grip. Despite sleeping for hours, his eyelids are obviously heavy, and the moment his head hits the pillow, he’s having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Still, he presses a faint kiss to your fingers and lets out a soft breath that ghosts against your digits.

“Thank you,” he says, although his voice is so soft you almost didn’t hear him. “I love you.”

A smile cracks at your lips, and you take your hand away from his loosening grip to brush a few loose strands of hair out of his face. Even like this, flushed and unwell, he’s a stunning man (both inside and out.) You lean in to kiss his forehead, feeling the slight heat of his lowering fever against your lips.

“I love you too,” you whisper softly in reply.

＃ XIAO !! ♡

You notice very quickly that Xiao doesn’t seem to be himself. Where you’ve always known him to be a nimble and agile individual, he seems to be weighed down by something unseen today; like he’s lugging around an extra heap of weight invisible to the both of your eyes. He’s less coordinated than he typically would be on any other occasion, and he seems a tad off balance as well.

When you bring it up lightly, he seems surprised that you’d even taken notice of it. Still, he shakes his head and insists that he’s fine; telling you he’s feeling alright. A part of you knows that’s a bit of a white lie on his part, but you don’t have the heart to call him out on it in the moment. Resigning yourself to simply watching over him for a bit, you don’t mention the way he barely picks at his fresh plate of almond tofu, and you somehow manage to keep your lips sealed when he rests his head against your shoulder for a bit, as if seeking your warmth out.

Seeing him stumble is the final straw for you though. It was like his legs simply gave out, weakening under him like the very ground had been rocked from side to side beneath his feet.

“I think you should come lie down,” you say, making sure to keep your voice low.

While you largely expected him to force his back straighter, keep his head up high, and insist that he didn’t need to do anything of the sort, —he’s surprisingly compliant. Xiao knows his body though, you suppose, and it’s hard to ignore the not-so-subtle tells that have become even more glaringly obvious as the day has gone by.

“Although I’m loath to admit it, you’re right,” he nods softly. “I can’t perform my duties like this.”

While that’s hardly the aspect you’re worried most about, if it gets him into bed, then it’ll do just fine. (For the time being, anyway.)

Xiao slinks home with you, choosing not to use anymore of his strength to move about at the speed of light. It takes longer, but it drains him a whole lot less. By the time you help him into bed, he’s hardly able to hold a coherent conversation. Your best guess is that all his recent responsibilities have begun to weigh too heavily on him, leaving him sluggish and exhausted. It would certainly make sense if that were the case.

“I apologize for. . .” Xiao pauses, either hesitating to finish the sentence or searching for the right words to say, “—for having been so feeble in front of you.”

You thread your fingers through his hair the way you know he likes, gently massaging at his scalp. He closes his eyes to feel the sensation better.

“Don’t apologize for that,” you tell him in a soft voice. “You don’t always have to be strong. When times like this come around, I’ll be here to share the weight. Promise.”

Xiao isn’t sure what to say in response, and his mind is pretty hazy from the fog covering his brain, but he lets himself melt under your touch (unabashedly so.) Whether he realizes it or not, he even leans into it, seeking it out; though you’re not sure if it’s just for the feeling, or if it’s comforting to him as well.

He hums, letting you know that he was listening. With a bit of rest, he’ll be fine. It’s definitely nothing serious. Even so, you watch over him while he sleeps, periodically checking his forehead just to make sure he hasn’t spiked a fever. That time never comes, thankfully. But when he’s lying there so peacefully, it’s easy to get lost in the way his lips part ever so slightly, —in the way he makes soft, cute little noises in his sleep. It’s easy to forget that this adorable, slumbering man in your bed is less of a man in his day-to-day life and more of a well-oiled machine that slits through monsters with ease and precision.

To you though, he’s just Xiao, —and sometimes, that’s all he really wants to be anyway.

＃ AYATO !! ♡

Though Ayato does his best not to let it show, you quickly realize that he’s a bit out of it today. Even so much as sitting behind his desk filling out commonplace paperwork that he sees and signs on the regular seems to be a daunting task for him, leaving him rubbing at his eyes until the skin around them has gone red. The tea you bring him around lunchtime goes completely untouched, which is a surefire sign that something isn’t right with him.

It was his favorite flavor, and yet he didn’t take a single sip. That alone told you everything you needed to know, —but if that wasn’t enough, Ayato also found himself dozing off at his desk. Such a thing is staggering coming from the likes of him, and the moment you enter his office to check on him and find him in such an uncomfortable looking position, you’re shaking his shoulder to wake him up.

“Ayato,” you say softly, waiting for his eyelids to peel back and reveal the glimmer of his irises.

When they do, his eyes are glazed over and perhaps a bit unfocused. Even for having just woken up, it was unusual, and you press the flat of your hand against his forehead to check his temperature.

“You’re a bit warm, but I’m not sure if it’s a fever,” you state. “Still, you should come rest in your room instead of sleeping in here. A pillow will be a lot more comfortable than your desk.”

He does his best to sit upright, but there’s a weakened slump to his posture that you suppose is only natural for his less than tip-top shape.

“I shouldn’t,” he shakes his head. “I appreciate your concern for me, my love, but there’s much that needs to be done today.”

He gestures to his desk, the one he’d been napping on fitfully just moments ago, where disorganized stacks of papers line the front edge. It’s always like this. You know how hard Ayato works, and you’re constantly in awe of his stamina for it, —but now definitely isn’t the time for him to be pushing his own limits, and that much is evident.

“I’m sure someone else could take care of these, no?” You question, cupping his cheek with your hand. “You’re flushed, and you didn’t touch your tea from earlier.”

His gaze falls on the undrunken milk tea and his expression drops into one of guilt.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes, “I must have forgotten and then dozed off. . .”

You shake your head, speaking up again to clarify your point.

“I don’t care so much about the drink itself, —it’s just not like you to not drink it,” you explain.

Ayato sighs: “I am feeling a little under the weather.”

His admission comes as no shock to you, but now that that’s out of the way, you simply hope he’ll lower his pride a bit and push his duties to the wayside for now. It’s best he not complete them in this state anyway, both for the integrity of the work itself, and for his own well being.

“You should come rest,” you suggest again.

It’s clear that he’s hesitant, but in the end, his ailing body wins out. Ayato is painfully tired, and all he really wants to do is sleep, and you were completely right when you mentioned that his bed would be worlds more comfortable than resting at his desk. From there, he’s compliant. You find someone else to take care of the paperwork, then return to Ayato’s side. He’s half-asleep by the time you slip in through the sliding entrance.

“Can I get you anything?” You ask, keeping your voice soft.

You take his relative temperature with your hand again, just to be sure.

“I’m alright,” he says, a small smile gracing his elegant features. “Thank you for looking after me.”

Brushing a few loose strands of hair out of his handsome face, you lean down to press a soft kiss to his forehead.

“Rest up, I’ll come check on you again in a bit.”

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aureliaporter · 9 months

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family dinner

summary: ayato ropes his long term partner into meeting his family

a/n: he would so do this and i would so slap him for it >:(

cw: gn!reader, like one curse word, meeting the family (ayaka, thoma), mention of yeeting ayato off the cliff his estate is on, clingy!ayato

OF ALL THE ways you were expecting today to go, it was most definitely not like this. but of course, part of ayato’s schedule had finally cleared up, so you suppose it couldn’t be helped.

“(y/n)? could i implore you to be a dear and pass me the salt?”

you shot a scowl at your partner, passing him the salt with a sarcastic, “but of course, my lord. would you like the pepper as well?”

“that would be much appreciated, darling.”

you stared at him, trying to convey how very frustrated you were with him at this moment, but he merely smiled cheerily at you. unbelievable. you passed the pepper as well with a sigh, quickly schooling your features into pleasant indifference as ayaka’s gaze passed to you, her asking about you and her brother’s relationship.

that’s right. instead of taking you on a date to celebrate his night off, or even a stroll or just a quiet dinner together, he had decided it was time you met his sister. which would’ve been completely fine, if he’d just told you beforehand.

so now, you were in awkward conversation with your boyfriend’s sister and his best friend, who had also been invited - but of course ayato had told him just what kind of dinner this was. a half fancy, half casual, completely awkward and stifling dinner. or maybe you were the only one feeling the nerves.

“so, how long have you two been dating?” thoma asked, eager to escape the silence. ayato glanced at you expectantly, as if to tell you to respond.

“oh? did you happen to forget?” you asked ayato, leaning your chin on your hand. “it hasn’t been that long, really-”

“we’ve been dating for a year and four months,” he cut off, pouting at you. his eyes were pleading, as if asking you to punish him for this later on instead of now. you sighed, relenting.

“yeah, a year and four - nearly five, actually - months. he asked me out during the irodori festival,” you said, offering your partner a small smile at the memory. you may want to toss him off the cliff his family estate sat on at the moment, but you still loved him.

“oh, that’s so sweet! how’d he do it?” ayaka asked, leaning forward a bit. you exchanged a glance with ayato, wondering if he wanted to tell the full story. he had ended up embarrassing himself quite badly during it, if you recalled correctly.

“well, i took them on a stroll away from the city, and we watched the star shower that happened on the last night, remember?” he said, smiling at you. “and then i asked them, and they said yes. and they haven’t gotten sick of me yet,” he added, chuckling and nudging you with his shoulder.

you pursed your lips to hold back a laugh, recalling a slightly different version of events. thoma noticed, raising his eyebrows. “oh? is lord kamisato withholding information?” he asked, an amused smile tugging his lips up.

a glare from ayato made thoma cover his smile with his hand, but you plowed on through. “of course he is. have you ever known him to give the full story?” you asked, chuckling softly. ayato’s eyes widened, realizing what you were about to do.

“(y/n), if you have any love for me, you won’t tell them,” he pleaded, holding your hand between both of his. “i’ll buy you boba for three weeks straight. i’ll cancel all my meetings for the next week.”

ayaka and thoma both started laughing lightly at his blatant attempt of bribery. you smirked at your boyfriend, taking one of his hands to kiss his knuckles teasingly.

“i don’t know, hun. i feel like thoma and ayaka deserve the truth, don’t you?” you asked, pressing your lips together to hold back a grin.

he groaned, thudding his head on your shoulder. “please, (y/n), don’t you love me? you can’t go around telling people about that.”

you merely giggled softly, patting his back. “well, your servants already know, don’t they? what’s the harm if two more people find out?”

“my ego will be harmed.”

“it’s far too big to begin with, dear brother,” ayaka chimed in, an amused smile tugging at her lips. “it could do with deflating.”

he shook his head, holding you tighter. “no, it doesn’t need that. my ego is perfect,” he grumbled. you saw thoma and ayaka shared a glance. the head of the kamisato clan is practically a child.

“alright, then i won’t tell them,” you said, trying to tug ayato off of you. “your secrets are safe with me, milord. happy?”

he perked up, pulling back from your shoulder only to tug you into a hug. if he had a tail, you swear you’d see it wagging. “very much so, my dearest. in fact, i think it’s time we retire, hm?” he said, pulling you up from the table - most likely not wanting to give you any chance to change your mind.

ayaka and thoma waved at you two as you left, ayato leading you outside to the garden. he didn’t say anything at first, but he slumped against you, leaning on you from behind and making you stagger underneath his weight.

“did you have to tease me like that?” he asked, his arms wrapped around your shoulders. you could hear the pout in his voice, biting your lip to keep yourself from smiling.

“i don’t know, did you have to keep the fact that i was officially meeting your sister a secret?”

he kept silent, his hold around your shoulders slipping to around your torso. “.. no. i’m sorry,” he said softly, his breath tickling your neck.

you sighed, raising a hand to pat his head. he practically melted into your touch, enjoying the feeling as your fingers danced over his hair. “it’s fine. but next time you pull shit like this, i’m going straight to miko and publishing the story of how exactly you asked me out.”

he whined, clinging tighter to you. “fine, fine. i won’t do it again. just don’t go to miko, please.”

you chuckled, tugging at his hair to get him to whine again, this time in slight pain. “i won’t, alright? truce?” you asked, offering your hand to shake his. he ignored it, nodding and squeezing you tighter. “alright, let go before you manage to cut off my circulation,” you said, attempting to wiggle out of his hold. he grumbled but released you in favor of looping your arm through his.

“shall we go for that stroll you wanted?” he offered, smiling softly at you. you nodded, letting him lead you out of the estate grounds and along the path, lit only by the moonlight.

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extra:

your combined laughter wound through the air as ayato tugged you along, a smile on his handsome face and his hair a mess from the wind. you tried to reach up to fix it for him, but he caught your hands, not caring for his current appearance and preferring to pull you along the beach. you both stumbled along, too caught up in each other and the star shower. then he was wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pointing to the sky. a gasp left your lips as you watched the millions of lights that whizzed through the sky towards the ground, mimicking rain. you didn’t even notice ayato moving behind you, stepping into the shallow water.

“(y/n),” he said softly, his voice calling your attention. you turned around, surprised to see him holding a small bouquet of flowers - small enough to fit in his sleeves.

“ayato?” you said, tone curious. what was with the flowers?

before he could say anything, he took a step forward, foot landing on a slippery rock and stumbling. you reached forward to help him, but before you could, he was landing in the water with a splash, clothes soaked, flowers hanging limply, and expression shocked.

“i..” he started, an embarrassed flush covering his face. you couldn’t help but chuckle, reaching down to help him up.

“ayato, i know you’ve a hydro vision, but that doesn’t mean you won’t get a cold. c’mon, let’s get you home,” you said, pulling him up and hurrying him back to the kamisato estate. when you attempted to leave, wanting him to rest and then to see him tomorrow, he merely clung to your wrist, pleading with you to stay. so you stayed until he was dry and in his nightclothes, the pair of you sitting on the edge of his bed.

“ayato, i should get going. you need to sleep, and there’s a lot of work with closing the irodori festival tomorrow,” you reasoned, looking up at him. he had been looking rather deep in thought ever since he’d fallen into the water, eyebrows constantly knit together. “ayato?”

he looked up, his expression now determined. “(y/n), i.. have something i’d like to ask. that i couldn’t ask earlier.”

you tilted your head at him, curiosity piquing. “alright. what’s up?”

he reached for your hands, holding them in his and brushing his thumbs over your knuckles. “(y/n), i.. i understand this may seem a bit.. out of the blue, but i have been thinking of this for a while. and i had it planned perfectly, to be honest. earlier, with the star shower, and the flowers, and the beach, and you.. and i was the only thing that wasn’t working right,” he said, sounding oddly self-depreciating for a moment.

“ayato..?” you started, worry painting your tone. “what are you getting at?”

he sighed, squeezing your hands. “(y/n), i.. i would be very happy if you’d do me the honor of courting me.”

silence wrapped around you two for a few seconds, you blinking at ayato as you attempted to form a response. eventually; “you do realize you could’ve just asked me on a date like anybody else.”

he shook his head, squeezing your hands again. “i wanted to be better than anybody else. but i messed that up, too.”

you sighed, tugging one of your hands out of his hold to cradle his cheek. “you’re an idiot,” you said, kissing his cheek. “i would’ve dated you if you sent thoma to ask me in your stead.”

“.. would you actually have?”

“no.”

“.. so we’re official?”

“yes. now go to bed. i don’t want you whining to me about how tired you are tomorrow.”

nevertheless, the pair of you ended up staying awake late into the night, talking until you both passed out. and when ayato whined to you the next morning, you merely passed him a cup of coffee, patting his head gently. who could hate a cutie like him?

ayato is my baby so i am implored to right fanfic about him. however its a slight crime i wrote for him before xiao since xiao is my forever bby but its okay its okay

anyways! hope you guys enjoyed once again! also holy shit im shocked at the love my last two got :0 thank you guys so much!! <3

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anantaru · 2 years

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𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 !

˖˚˳⊹ giving them the silent treatment feat. heizou : ayato : kaeya x gn! reader

˖˚˳⊹ genre: fluff

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

Oh boy, this cute cinnamon roll will surely think he did something wrong which resulted in you being pissed at him, so please tell him he isn't responsible for your state because Heizou will pounder about nothing else the whole day if you won't.

"(Y/n), do you still like me?" Heizou advances towards your face, lips inches away from one another and his warm breath coating your nose, "Because if you don't tell me, right now." He won't show you but he'd be genuinely worried that you'd leave him for good. His little vein which was located on his forehead almost popped from nervousness, eyebrows slightly twitching.

"I'm just having a bad day." a weak smile working it's way across your lips, your hand, slowly moving to his cold cheek and caressing it with your thumb, "I'm sorry for worrying you, Heizou."

Heizou may be heated in battle and may have his own anger issues to overcome but when it comes to you he tries his best to keep them in check. He'll nod slowly, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles softly, one - two - three - four times, his eyes fluttering open to catch your gaze. "I'm sorry, I thought I did something wrong."

This little sentence will result in you laughing faintly, in all honesty he was too cute for his own good, the amount of love and adoration he contained in his heart was only for you, and you to feel and absorb.

His calloused hand, placed behind your head to push you against his torso rather aggressively, not letting you go anytime soon, "Are you comfortable?" His question faint, almost a whisper as he asked you on how you felt against him, "I am, thank you."

You propped your chin on his chest and glanced up at Heizou with a smile, he returned it eagerly, his soul pouring with love and affection that cascaded through your whole being, energy setting free, resulting in you feeling better in a heart beat.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

Our dear Yashiro commissioner here is going to be slightly irritated at first ,,, like why are you giving him the silent treatment? Did he do something wrong or did you have a bad day? What kind of boyfriend would he be if he'd let his s/o remain in such state, right?

You guys were currently laying on his comfy bed, listening to Aysto telling you about his doings of the day but something wasn't right, you weren't acting like your normal self today and Ayato of course, noticed that. Whenever he noted something to you about his day, the only thing you did in return was smile at him rather broken, leaving his questions unanswered, Ayato knew he must do something so you'll feel better.

To be honest with you, Ayato‘s personality is one of a protective kind (as we all know by now), always sacrificing himself for his loved ones. Of course, this would reflect on how he handled you whenever you were mad or just simply had a bad day. Not to mention that his observant nature would leave you unable to keep anything from him anyways.

He'd move towards your frame, kissing your warm cheek adoringly, "(Y/n), can you smile for me, please?" with his pouty face in full view, because it breaks his heart to see you like this so Ayato tries his best to comfort you, and yet still, his smile not fading a bit.

You'll move your head to glance at his beautiful features, eyes slightly blurry and your lips carved into a shy smile, "I'm sorry, I'm just having a bad day today." but that's okay, Ayato fully understood. He'll ask you if you want to remain alone for a while or if you want him to comfort you.

You'll move towards his warm body, your head resting on his chest as you listened to his faint heart beat, it somewhat comforted you deeply. Ayato looped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest as he kissed your forehead with his warm lips, "It's okay, (y/n), everything is okay."

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗔

You weren't someone who would truly be easy to anger, or let me phrase that a bit better, someone who wouldn't get angry for minor things. Truth be told, you didn't mind his prideful and stubborn demeanour all that much. Yet, when your boyfriend, Kaeya, noticed you being a bit too closed off or maybe where you ignoring him in any way? No, it couldn't be, right? Who would dare to ignore him anyway.

"(Y/n)." he gave your shoulder a little poke as he seated himself next to you on the couch, observing your face and features as he watched you skimming through a book. You've had enough of his constant bailing on you whenever you both had something planned, sure, stuff can always come up but at some point it was simply enough and you couldn't be bothered anymore. Naturally, you didn't give him any response and just proceeded to act as if you were interested in the pages before you.

When Kaeya realizes you're mad at him, he would notice the small changes in your body language that you express from a slight frown on your face or your tensed up body, trying your best to ignore your boyfriend as good as possible. "Hey (y/n), I'm sorry, okay?" Kaeya moved closer to find himself next to your frame, his face inches away from your own as you didn't bat him one single glance.

Kaeya softly brushes his knuckles over your cheek, you whipped your head in the other direction to get away from his touch and that's when it hit him. Something our cavalry captain hates the most is him being ignored, his eyebrows suddenly twitching as he clicks his tongue in an annoying tone. "Are you playing hard to get now?"

"Pff." is all you let out of your throat as Kaeya vigorously takes your chin in his hand and lifts it, forcing you to look him in the eyes. "Are you being serious, (y/n)?" Kaeya draws out each word, low and almost whispering, his thumb humming with energy as he caressed your chin with it, "I'm mad, don't act like you don't know that." you place your hand on top of his and pull it down, his eyes suddenly widening a bit as he realized just how sad you were and how your touch was so light and almost barely noticeable.

A low sigh escaping past his lips, "I'm sorry (y/n), I'm bad at this, fuck, but when I tell you I will make it up to you, I promise."

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keiyoomi · 9 months

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TITLE: PLUS ONE PAIRING: Kamisato Ayato x F!Reader DETAILS: CEO! AYATO X VP!READER ; ENEMIES TO LOVERS ; JEALOUS!AYATo ; SIBLING DYNAMIC (EMPTY THREATS, BASICALLY) SUMMARY: BEING INVITED IN A WEDDING IS SOMETHING THAT YOU'RE USED TO DO WITH AYATO. HOWEVER, DURING YOUR CLOSEST CLIENT'S BIRTHDAY, BOTH OF YOU RECEIVED AN INVITATION—AND BOTH OF YOU NEEDS A PLUS ONE.

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HIS PALE BLUE HAIR remained neat despite being buried under hundreds of paper documents that required his full attention. However, unlike him, the woman sitting right across his seat was already at their wits' end. For some reason, seeing you frustrated made his chest flutter.

"Why do we even have to check these documents like this? We don't live in 19th century or something!" you complained while reading the contents of the two files you were holding. "We could've worked on these things if only the imp allowed that upgrade we terribly needed! Oh, wait. I needed."

You finally looked up at him with her fiery eyes. Ayato was quick to avert his softening gaze back to the document in front of him. Knowing that you're mad at him made him want to tease you more.

"Come on, now, Y/N." He said, trying to de-escalate the situation. "It's not like this was the first time we do this."

Unfortunately, the current situation made you recall those days when the company was just established. Back then, there were only five people working together to achieve the goals of the company back then. Now, only the two of you remained in the company—plus several hundred other employees you've hired over a course of time.

"Can't you just approve the suggestion of the board? Surely, you don't find this situation favorable to your end either." Ayato tilted his head, fueling your annoyance further. "For goodness sake, Ayato. This is not efficient and environmental. Can you please let us work with all these files using some gadgets?"

"We could." Your eyes quickly brightened upon hearing a positive response from him. "But we might not be able to review each document thoroughly if we suddenly shift to a different mode of reviewing these files."

You're dying to pull your hair off. Oh, scratch that. You're dying to pull his hair off of his head, shave the remaining strands and sell it for some coins.

You were about to let your inner voice win, when there was a sudden knock from his door.

"Excuse me, Mr. Kamisato, Ms. L/N."

His secretary entered the office while holding two things in her hand. You briefly shut your eyes, praying that it wouldn't be something that would take up your remaining free time.

"Mr. Kotaro sent these invitation for the two of you along with a note."

You groaned before extending your hand towards her. She politely placed the rough invitation card before excusing herself.

"That asshole really got married ahead of you," you remarked while trying to figure out a way to open the invitation without ruining the wax seal that secures it. "Guess he really do have more charisma compared to you."

"It's not that," he murmured. "Anyway, he really said that we need to bring a plus one or we wouldn't be able to enter the wedding hall."

"Oh, really? That ass really want to rub it to our faces, huh?"

Ayato finally looked at your eyes. His light purple eyes used to captivate you every single time, but perhaps being around him for several years made you immune to his charms.

"So, who are you going to bring as your plus one?" he asked.

You tilted your head, trying to rack your brain if there's anyone in your life that you could bring as a plus one. So far, no one comes to mind.

"Who are you going to bring as a plus one? That's the question that's begging for answers." You can't allow him to know that the other possible partner you can bring to such event are the piling documents in your office and his office.

"I don't know. Can't we just go together, like usual?"

You raised your eyebrows.

"Would that even work if we both get invitations?" you asked. "Also, he specifically asked us to bring a plus one. Each. Maybe you could bring Ayaka as your plus one."

"No. She's busy."

"Oh, really? I never thought she'd be busy during her vacation?"

"Maybe we can just ask him to cut us some slack and let us go there as each other's plus ones?"

You shook your head. "Nah. I don't think he'd allow that. Plus, knowing that guy, he would definitely try to play like cupid again and pair me with some stupid looking guy who would try to put their hands on me like, ew... no."

Ayato placed the invitation right in front of him before clasping his fingers. "It's not like he would actually kick us out if we attend his wedding without any partners, right?"

"Or you can invite your secretary to the party."

"No. It's either you or no one."

You scoffed. "Anyway, I think I know who I'll be attending the wedding with," you said before going back to your seat.

"Who is the unlucky guy?" he asked.

"Definitely not you."

AYATO KEPT ON PESTERING YOU. For the past few weeks, he kept on barging into your office, asking for more information about your plus one to the upcoming wedding. However, his efforts were futile as you now know how to keep your lips sealed.

Eventually, he stopped asking.

"So, what are you wearing on that day?" he asked while not looking away from the file he was holding. "Are you going for a couple look with your plus one?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

Then, there was silence between the two of you. For some reason, you've noticed how his secretary no longer enters the office as often as she used to do.

"Are you firing your secretary? Don't you think it'll be a waste not to put her skills into good use?" you asked while dragging your chair closer to him.

"Aren't you firing your secretary for trying to get too close to you?" he fired back.

"Come on, Thoma is a great guy to work with. It's just that you kept on shutting him down whenever that guy tries to speak."

"Tch. What's so great about him?" he grumbled, earning a nudge from you. "So, will you bring him as your plus one?"

"Maybe I would, maybe I won't."

You could feel his burning gaze, but didn't allowed him to breakdown your walls. You need to keep your partner's identity a secret until tomorrow.

He'll finally figure out by tomorrow who you'll be coming with anyway. Might as well keep him on his toes until the day comes.

DAY OF THE WEDDING. FINALLY, THE DREADFUL DAY HAS ARRIVED. You had to wake up early to prepare yourself and your plus one for the event. Fortunately, there was enough time for you to prepare for the wedding and you were able to arrive at the venue before it begins.

Your partner began to sweat when he saw the amount of flowers outside the wedding hall. Some of them came from big companies, while others came from familiar names. He knew some of those people as well. and immediately recognized one name written on a sash.

"You didn't tell me that the brat is coming!" he whispered loudly while keeping his eyes on the sash. "I've never considered bashing your head on the curb, but I'd probably do that later," he threatened despite the cold sweat on his forehead.

You rolled your eyes before looking around, looking for a pale blue hair in the crowd. Ayato, for one, is not someone who would arrive late in a ceremony—even if the man of the day is someone he probably loathes more than anyone else.

"Shit, shit, they're coming!" you partner panicked before hiding behind you, attempting to look smaller than you are.

Before you know it, you were already looking up the familiar smug face of Kamisato Ayato.

"So, you came with... this man." His condescending voice made your partner briefly shudder in fear. "Care to introduce me to him?"

You pinch the back of your partner's hand, making him stand properly with a faint blush on his cheeks. "Ayato, Ayaka, meet my distant cousin—Aether. He looks weird, but he's probably safe to be around."

Ayato squinted his eyes, making Aether shake even more. "Hm..."

"Do something about that guy," Aether whispered to your ear before jumping out of his skin. "You scared... me—oh, shit."

"Miss Y/N," Ayaka began while covering the lower half of her face with fan. "Would you mind if I borrow your partner for a moment? I never thought that I'd see a familiar face in this place."

The smile on your face was slowly fading away, knowing that your last defense against Ayato's charm will be taken away from you.

"S-Sure. I mean, if he don't mind." You turned to your distant cousin, and knew that he would definitely come with her—for reasons he might not be able to share with you.

And so, you were left alone—once again—with Kamisato Ayato who was, coincidentally, wearing an attire that compliments your outfit.

"So, I guess this means that we'd have to enter the hall, together. Also, it's not like we're breaking any of his demands," he stated as he extended his hand in front of you. "May I escort you to the hall?"

"Of course," you responded while trying to keep your heart from leaping out of your chest.

You should've been immune to his advances, but looking at how he neatly tied his hair to the side while letting some strands of hair fall to his face while wearing his eyeglasses made your heart race once again.

He single-handedly destroyed the wall that surrounded your heart without even saying anything that would've made a normal person's heart flutter.

"We really should've just gave away one of the invitations in the first place," he whispered while guiding you to your designated seats. "It's not like Kotaro would even notice it."

"Oh, he definitely would. And I wouldn't hear the end of it," you replied before sitting on the chair.

"Care to tell me more about it?" he asked while leaning dangerously close to your face.

You squeaked, before covering your lips. Embarrassed, you look away from him and watched as other guests began to fill in the vacant seats inside the hall. One of them were your respective partners who were looking around the room.

"He—" Before you could even grab their attention, Ayato suddenly grabbed your arm and made you turn to him. Without a single word, he suddenly placed his soft lips against your before pulling away with a smile.

"Ayaka," he called his sister while keeping his arm behind your seat.

You touched your lips while still looking at the man who just stole a kiss from you.

What the hell?!

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blissfullyapillow · 2 years

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Genshin Impact

Ayato x gn reader

wc: 3,219

Notes: AHHHH my loving fervor for Ayato has only grown with time, fluff, a bit spicy at one point, a marriage proposal happens <3

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I roll over to get more comfortable as a yawn escapes my lips. I open my bleary eyes and allow myself a moment to wake up and for my vision to clear. I hear the soft pitter patter of the rain outside, and only one thought crosses my mind.

It’s going to be an endearing and long day today.

Everytime it rains, Ayato becomes very… clingy. And spoiled, but that’s nothing new. I don’t know what it is about the rain, but it’s as if it prompts Ayato to give into his inner desires. He becomes more affectionate than usual, which is actually hard to do, and he tends to stay by my side the entire day. While I have no qualms about this, the pile of work on his desk does.

Sometimes I succeed in getting him to tend to his duties before he comes running back into my arms for warm cuddles, but other days… not so much. At this point Thoma doesn’t even try to handle Ayato and leaves the task up to me, and Ayaka is no different. Whenever I run into Ayaka outside of Ayato’s private quarters she gives me a knowing look. Her look silently tells me that I have her deepest condolences for dealing with her clingy older brother. I chuckle to myself at the memory, knowing I’m in for a long day.

My eyes finally adjust and my vision is no longer blurry. I feel the fog of sleep slowly drift away. When I finally look at Ayato, who was soundly sleeping at my side, I’m met with a heart warming smile from my long term boyfriend.

His smile reflects his natural charm, and it causes my heart beat to quicken. “Good morning Ayato…” I mumble with a bashful smile on my face. Ayato chuckles at my bashfulness. He plants a gentle kiss against my lips and scooches closer to me. “Good morning my love, did you rest well?” Ayato asks me as he nuzzles his face in my neck. “Of course. Your hair tickles.” I giggle as I tell him.

Ayato hums thoughtfully but he continues his actions. I run a hand through his hair and admire the softness of it. “Your hair is so soft…” I murmur as I continue to play with it. “Of course it is. Did you not expect it to be?” Is Ayato’s smug response. I playfully smack his back and he laughs against my neck. He proceeds to place a handful of sweet kisses against my neck, and I shiver at the pleasant feeling of his soft lips against my skin.

“Isn’t it time for us to get ready for the day?” I softly ask. Ayato says nothing as he leans up to press an endearingly sweet kiss against my lips, tempting me to stay in bed with him and ignore our respective duties for the day. “Ayato stop, you're making me want to stay.” I whine. “Isn’t that the goal?” Ayato chuckles. I glare at Ayato in obvious disapproval. He gives me a radiant smile in return, and I can’t help but swoon as I admire his handsome features. His pale blue hair frames his elegant face beautifully, and I can feel my cheeks warm as I continue to admire him. Before Ayato can successfully execute his plan, I remove myself from his arms and attempt to get ready for the day.

Almost as if he predicted I would do this, he gracefully maneuvers my body so I end up back in bed with him, but this time our limbs are tangled together. There is no possible way I can get up now unless Ayato wills it, and I’m sure he planned this judging by the smug smirk that graces his lips. “Ayato.” I reprimand him with a stern voice. “You have tasks that need to get done, you know? We can cuddle all you want after-” Ayato successfully cuts me off by capturing my lips in his. I return the kiss briefly before I reluctantly pull away to scold him some more. I open my mouth to say something, but Ayato chases my lips in a frenzy and covers them again before a sound can escape. I blush as a soft moan of pleasure escapes me, and Ayato groans in response. Ayato continues to kiss me, and everytime I finally manage to break our kiss to get some much needed air he connects our lips yet again. Once Ayato’s satisfied I no longer intend to leave, he allows me to part from our loving kiss.

Ayato hums to himself in self satisfaction as he takes in my now disheveled appearance and flustered expression. “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.” He tells me in a gravely tone. As he lowers himself to press heart searing kisses against my collarbone, I hold onto the small thread of resistance I have left. “B-but your work will pile up and I know you’ll be whining about it later.” I weakly protest. Ayato tsks in disapproval at my words, and I feel a soft nip to my skin as Ayato teases a bit of my skin with his teeth. “Now, that’s not nice is it? You make it seem like I’m some spoiled brat who whines whenever I have to do something I don’t want to do, and we both know that isn’t true.” Ayato tells me with confidence and charm in his voice. We both know he’s lying and that’s exactly how it is, but we allow ourselves to be fooled by his charming words.

“Okay, but only five more minutes. Okay?” I whisper. I run my hands through his hair again, and I swear Ayato purrs. “Yes. Only five more minutes.” Ayato’s loving yet gentle whisper against my chest manages to successfully fool me into trusting his words. As I lose myself in the man called Kamisato Ayato, I pretend that it’ll only be five more minutes. Five more minutes before I leave his pleasant embrace. Five more minutes and I’ll pull away from his doting kisses that warm my heart. Five more minutes and-

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Five more minutes turned into two hours.

“Alright Ayato- I’m serious now!” I say. I realized just how much time has really passed when Thoma popped his head in to bring me back to reality. Ayato shooed him off, but I won’t allow myself to succumb to Ayato’s irresistible charm anymore. “Let’s go Ayato, it’s time to get to work.” I successfully remove myself from his embrace after some struggle, and I stand up in front of him. I take a stern stance and cross my arms as I wait for him to get up. “It’s too cold! Come back!” Ayato dramatically wails. “Oh my gosh you are such a big baby. How about this, I’ll sit with you while you fill out the paperwork on your desk, and-”

“Done.” Ayato says before I can even finish my sentence. With a sudden burst of energy and newfound motivation, Ayato gets up and gets himself ready for the day.

When he notices I’m just standing around, too shocked to say anything, he walks over to me and boops me on the nose. “Come on Y/n, don’t just stand around. There’s work to get done you know, and you’ve kept me captive here for two hours already. Honestly, you can be so clingy it’s ridiculous!” Ayato chastises me with the most smug grin on his face. I don’t know whether to laugh at his audacity or smack him, so I settle for letting an aghast laugh slip from my lips. Ayato gracefully presses a quick kiss against my nose before returning to the task at hand. That kiss conveys how grateful he truly is to me, and how much he appreciates me for putting up with his shenanigans. Once I catch his eye again, I blow Ayato an equally grateful kiss back before I turn around and get myself ready for the day.

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“Come here, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.” Ayato cheerfully tells me. He pats his lap before he expectantly waits for me to sit on it. I giggle at his cute yet childish behavior, but I don’t give in that easily. “What if I don’t?” I tease him. Ayato gives me the cutest pout I have ever seen as he continues to silently wait for me to sit on his lap.

I can see the dog ears and wagging tail if I squint.

I internally swoon at the adorable sight in front of me, but I make sure not to convey it on my face as I sit on the spot Ayato has reserved for me and me alone.

“That’s more like it.” Ayato teases against my ear. He presses a scorching kiss against it afterwards, and he rubs his hands up and down my sides. I squirm a bit on his lap and he takes a sharp intake of breath. “Hey now, don’t distract me. You’ve finally convinced me to work, haven’t you?” Ayato gruffly whispers against my ear. He starts to nibble on it and I’m sure my face is on fire. “Ayato please-” I whine. I don’t know if I can rope him back into doing work if we go down this path. I can feel how fast Ayato’s heartbeat is, and when I look into his eyes I can see all the love he holds for me in them. “Archons, that was so cute.” Ayato swoons at my desperate tone. “Fine, since you asked so nicely…” Ayato hums to himself as a smile engulfs his face. He leans his chest against my back as he finally begins to work on reducing the amount of papers he needs to review and sign.

Thank the archons.

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A few hours pass as Ayato dutifully works. I take pleasure in the small reactions Ayato gives as he works, the grunts he makes as he squints at the words written on the parchment, glaring at the words as if they’re alien. The way he clicks his tongue when he reads something he regards as utterly incredulous to even consider suggesting. The satisfied noise he makes when he reads a well written proposal. As the pile slowly thins out and Ayato finishes signing the few papers that remain, I decide to tease him a bit. I adjust my position on his lap, and I relish the sharp intake of breath I hear behind me. “Don’t start something you can’t finish Y/n. I’m almost done.” The tone Ayato uses is dangerous and I love the way it makes my spine tingle.

I adjust my position again, and Ayato places a firm hand against my hip. He nips my ear in a less than playful way as a warning, and I yelp. I feel the chuckle he lets out as he continues to read the words in front of him, but I can tell he’s getting a bit... distracted. He begins to rub soothing circles into my skin with his thumb, using the hand he has positioned on my hip.

As he signs the paper, I press myself down into his growing erection. Ayato’s hand sharply stops moving, and his quill falls from his hand. The moan he lets out as a result of my actions causes my cheeks to heat up tremendously. It’s quiet for a moment and Ayato rests his forehead against my shoulder. “Y/n…” Ayato warns. “What? Does that feel good?” I tease Ayato in a seductive voice. I giggle at the groan Ayato gives in reply, clearly willing himself to hold back and not give in to my alluring words. Ayato squeezes the hand he has against my hip so hard it's borderline painful, but not enough to warrant me saying anything.

Ayato suddenly stops squeezing and soothingly rubs the tension that built there away. He takes a moment to collect himself, inhaling and exhaling as he takes a few deep breaths. I turn my head to watch him. His eyes are closed with a noticeable redness tinting his cheeks. He’s really let down his guard now.

Before he can put his gaurd up again, I swivel around and engage him in a passionate kiss. Ayato groans in bliss, and for a moment he hesitates to return the intensity of my kiss. I smirk against his lips and begin to grind myself against him, and that’s when Ayato finally loses the battle against himself.

Ayato carelessly moves all the papers off the desk he was using to work, and he roughly places me on top of it. “Y/n, I warned you not to start something you can’t finish.” Ayato’s voice is rough and I can feel my toes curl in anticipation. “Are you willing to take responsibility for delaying my work?” I stare deeply into Ayato’s eyes before I breathlessly whisper, “Yes.”

That’s all Ayato needed to hear before he continued our intense kiss from before, this time allowing his hands to explore my body as well. I know I shouldn’t be distracting him this much, especially since it took me so long just to get him out of bed, but the way his lips feel against mine… accompanied by the beautiful moans he lets out…

I convince myself that it’s all worth the distraction.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ♡　*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Ayato doesn’t finish the rest of the paperwork until an hour later. Thoma comes back to check on us just as Ayato finishes signing the last paper. Thoma leans against the wall with his arms crossed and a look of disapproval on his face. “So, who distracted who this time?” Thoma knowingly asks. “Ayato.” I deceivingly tell Thoma without a hint of hesitation. “No, it was Y/n!” Ayato is quick to retort.

I begin to laugh since I know Thoma can tell just who distracted who by the look on his face. Thoma only sighs in endearment as Ayato and I giggle with each other at our own bickering. “Alright then. Lucky for you two, milady- I mean- lady Ayaka took care of your other duties for the day Ayato. She knows how… clingy… you can be when it rains. As do the rest of us.” Thoma chuckles to himself as he gives me a knowing wink. I giggle at our mutual understanding, and Ayato whines into my shoulder. “Don’t be like that, you two.” Ayato mumbles in disapproval. “Aww, you poor baby.” I coo. I place a kiss against Ayato’s cheek once he raises his head to look at me.

“Hehe.” Ayato giggles as I place kisses all over his face. I hear Thoma sigh from the other side of the room, but when I turn my head to glance at him he has a soft and endearing look on his face. He seems happy for us, especially Ayato. “Alright you lovebirds, I’ll leave you two be. See you both tomorrow!” Thoma gleefully says. Ayato and I both happily see Thoma off before we’re alone once again.

“Now, are you ready to return to your quarters and cuddle the rest of the day away?” I knowingly ask Ayato. Ayato places a few kisses against my neck before he murmurs his agreement. I smile to myself and allow Ayato to lift me off of his lap, only to offer me his hand once he’s standing in front of me. I graciously accept his hand, and as he lifts me up to stand next to him I lovingly stare into his eyes. I wrap myself around one of his arms, and I admire the blush on his cheeks. As we make our way back to his quarters, I chuckle to myself when I think about the other rainy days we’ve spent in a similar manner. Ayato works very hard everyday most days, so he deserves the occasional day to be clingy and relax a bit. That’s why Ayaka and Thoma don’t mind helping him out a bit more on days like these, and why it’s hard for me to resist his sweet charm that convinces me to take a lazy day with him.

“What’s making those beautiful lips of yours smile like that?” Ayato chuckles along with me as he asks. “Oh, nothing. I’m just looking forward to days like these in the future.” I reply. Ayato hums thoughtfully in reply, and suddenly he stops walking. I glance at him in confusion, and he gently gets me to release his arm. “As am I.” Ayato gingerly tells me as he turns to face me. Ayato slowly lowers himself down in front of me, and he presses a tender kiss against the back of my hand.

Why is he kneeling in front of me like that? I blush at the sweet action and admire the way Ayato gently rubs soothing circles into the hand he holds in his. “Knowing I can wake up everyday with you by my side fills me with great joy Y/n. It’s been such a pleasure to spend everyday by your side, and even on the days we’re both so busy we hardly interact, my heart swells with pride when I walk into my private quarters to see you waiting for me. You never fail to bring a smile to my face and ease the stress of the day away, and I appreciate how patient you can be with my… playful demeanor.” Ayato thoughtfully pauses for a moment, a blush enveloping his cheeks as he refuses to acknowledge just how spoiled he can act at times. “I truly love you and want to spend the rest of my life with you, so… if you may have me…”

I feel my heart stop beating as I watch Ayato pull out a small box from his long sleeves. I’ve seen him pull boba out from there and decided long ago that it was best to stop questioning it. He never gives me a straight answer on how he stores boba there. For some reason seeing that small box is more shocking to me than seeing boba come out from his sleeve. “A-Ayato- are you…” I gasp as Ayato wordlessly opens the box to reveal a beautiful ring, his face conveying how much love and adoration he holds for me as he stares into my eyes.

“Y/n, will you grant me the honor of being your loving husband, ‘til death do us part?” Ayato earnestly asks me. I try not to let out a sob as tears of unadulterated joy roll down my cheeks. “Yes! Yes of course, Ayato! You're granting me the honor of being your loving wife!” I joyfully exclaim. Ayato chuckles happily at my response, and he places the ring on my finger. He moves to stand up, but before he can I happily leap into his arms.

We end up in a laughing heap on the floor. “Y/n!” Ayato pretends to scold me but he’s too busy smiling and laughing along with me, unshed tears of joy on his beautiful lashes. As my lips meet Ayato’s halfway in a loving embrace, I smile into the kiss knowing I have more than just clingy rainy days with him to look forward to.

I love and adore my spoiled, clingy fiancé. Very much.

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ruanais · 5 months

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FOR AFFECTION IS SWEETER THAN ANYTHING-☆

ORDER☆ made by @ciarchivez; hello, rua !!!!! i saw you wanted to write so... pls... write... ayato... plz... 😞🙏🙏🙏💗💗💗

RECIPE; Hmm..what are Kamisato Ayato’s love languages?? :0 ooo! you’re his lover?? come on darling, spill the tea! how does the head of the Kamisato clan show his adoration for you?

☆FROSTING; f! reader, noble reader, reader is engaged to ayato :0 lovesick ayato, ayato appears in near end, chisato is reader’s close friend, uh. they’re all teasing reader btw </3 and apologised for my bad writing jiji :( also. the five love languages are included!

NOT PROOFREAD English is not my first language and idk Japanese that well so sorry if I made any mistakes </3 words are reused quite often due to my bad English :(( first time writing ayato LOL-

“LADY L/N, how does your fiancé show his love for you?” a noble lady asked, a mischievous smile formed on her face as she turned to you.

“a-ah? well..hm…there’s quite a lot.” you placed a finger onto your lips, “oh my! do tell us!” the nobles chattered like robins, their heads nodding as they agreed.

“ahahaha, of course! ahem. well, how would you like me to begin?” you asked, tilting your head to the side.

“hm..maybe tell us about all five of the love languages? rate them from 0-100% of how and which one he uses.” Chisato suggested, drinking her cup of tea.

“that’s a good idea! thank you Hiiragi-san. now.” you cleared your throat, “let me begin.”

❄️ -> QUALITY TIME; 60%

definition; time in which one's child, partner, or other loved person receives one's undivided attention, in such a way as to strengthen the relationship.

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ayato is a fairly busy man as all of Inazuma knows. but somehow, he always seems to have time for you and only you.

he also tends to be clingy. calling you to his office to do whatever you’re doing while he’s working on his massive piles of paperwork. or maybe taking whatever chance he has to spend time with you.

he also likes it when you feed him snacks and etc!! it’s quite a nice thing that you two have :3

❄️ -> GIFT GIVING; 90%

definition; something given voluntarily without payment in return, as to show favor toward someone, honor an occasion, or make a gesture of assistance; present.

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oh my, you have to agree one of the Yashiro’s Commissioner’s main love languages are gifts :0

everyday, you’re constantly showered with pretty flowers from either Mondstadt, Fontaine, Sumeru, etc. or either you’re gifted with a cup of bubble tea, basically anything he could get his hands on for the day!

on special occasions though…you can definitely say he goes all out! giving you rare and expensive items to basically anything you want!

safe to say, many of the servants in the estate gossip about you taking advantage of him. well…used to. that is. until ayato found out and fired them :3

❄️ -> ACTS OF SERVICE 20%

definition; a language that can best be described as doing something for your partner that you know they would like.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ oooh well, acts of service are definitely!! not what he prefers! he might do a massage or make you tea, other than that? nope!

most likely, you’re the one doing that :D ayato is extremely busy almost all the time so he wouldn’t even get the chance to do it even if he wanted to -_-

although you have to say, he really appreciates it if you help him with his workload!

❄️ -> WORDS OF AFFIRMATION 50%

definition; any spoken or written words that confirm, support, uplift, and empathize with another person in a positive manner.

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

this is more of a half and half since while he does do it, it’s not as often as you think.

yes, kamisato ayato definitely smooth talks wayy too much. but, for you, his fiancé, he wants to keep his words genuine. so even though they don’t come often, he throws them in your way every once in a while!! :D

okay. he does smooth talk to you. but. it’s only for him to skip his workload (to buy his beloved bubble tea ig hehe) ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

❄️ -> PHYSICAL TOUCH 100%

definition; expressing and receiving affection through touch, physical closeness, and other forms of physical connection

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okok. this man. when it comes to physical touch. is like a koala. he is most certainly sticking to your side at all times >:/ (he’s touch starved :(

if you’re in the same room with him, you’re either: holding hands, cuddling, or just sitting on his lap (okay. this is innocent yall. :( mightttttt write something suggestive tho-)

and when you’re in bed, he’s embracing you till morning and when he’s free (such a rare occurrence) he’s gonna not let you go </3)

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“oh my! who would have thought that Kamisato-san would be so romantic?!” the ladies gushed as you turn pink, face buried in your hands.

“i agree, kamisato-san truly is a romantic.” chisato laughed, hand on your shoulder. “that truly is something to talk about for quite a while.”

“I-I regret telling you guys now…” you trailed off, “oh nonono! i truly wish my husband is like that! Haha~“ a young woman in her mid-twenties chuckled.

“ahh! you’re so right Saito-san! if only my lover could be this loving..” another girl named sumire spoke up.

“Ahaha, as much as I would like to continue hearing wonderful conversation about me, I’m afraid that our darling Kamisato-san to-be is going to die of pure embarrassment soon.” a new voice joins into the conversation and you all look up in shock to see ayato with a closed eye smile, a pretty bouquet in his hands.

“A-ayato?!” You shriek both in surprise and embarrassment, standing up from your seated position immediately.

“hello darling.” ayato opens his eyes to stare at you. “It seems like you all had quite the pleasant time I see. Thank you for hosting Hiiragi-san.”

He bows slightly as thanks to chisato, “although I’m afraid that I have to take my lover back to the estate now.”

“Ahaha, I understand. I shall escort you to the door?” chisato asks, a polite smile appeared on her face.

“thank you. I greatly appreciate the gesture.” He smiles back as he takes your arm. “let’s go back, shall we love?”

“a-ah. Okay. um. thank you for this wonderful time. I hope we can all meet each other soon again.” you said gratefully, your heartbeat slowly calming down.

“well? let’s go then.” ayato gently tugs you to the door as chisato leads the way. when you arrive to the enterance of the Hiiragi Estate, chisato gestures you to come closer.

when you comply, she whispers in your ear: “if he ever makes you upset, feel very welcome to tell me. but I do have a feeling that he treats you very well so let’s hope that never happens, yes?”

you nod in response. “thank you hiiragi-san” you whisper back as ayato stares at you two with a amused chuckle.

“Well then, I hope to see you again, L/n-san.” She says out loud this time. before waving goodbye and heads back to join the small group.

“..why did you have to sneak up on me like that?” You suddenly turn to ayato, “you scared the living daylights out of me!”

“ahahaha, but you had a great time gossiping about me, no?” he takes your hand into his, playing the with ring he gave you.

“that wasn’t gossiping love. I was just sharing facts.” You huff, a pout on your face.

“alright, alright. anyways, this is for you.” He said, giving you the bouquet of flowers. “I hope you forgive me for this little incident?”

“…alright then.” you take his hand and start to head towards his favourite bubble tea stand.

“this time, it’s my treat, alright? Ayato?”

“of course, Darling.”

Rua’s notes; okay. This is flopping :/ help I’m so sorry jiji :(

ruanais-do not repost, translate or use!! reblogs are very appreciated!!!

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yuellii · 7 months

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PLEASE ( DON’T ) BE MY WINGWOMAN !

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 his female best friend tries to help him win your love, but knowing her, it all goes wrong

feat. lyney, neuvillette, ayato ( separate )

note. gn reader, features : lynette, furina, ayaka. hello i am officially back and also officially 21 !! :]

LYNEY.

“Oh, woe is me! Please assist, my dearest sister!” The magician sat sprawled atop the couch quite dramatically, backhand over his forehead feigning feverish feelings. “Whatever shall I do when the God of Romance is plotting against a hopeless romantic, such as I?”

“What’s wrong this time?” By contrast, his sister’s voice proved no fluctuations, tone lacking the honeyed sound he needed for sympathy. Instead of catering to his sorrows, she instead sipped lightly at her tea, for it was far more relaxing than her brother’s ‘woes.’

Still, Lyney sighed. “The love of my life—my soulmate!” he cried out. “How should I win the affections of my other half, when I can’t even grasp the scale of romantic favor?”

“Desserts.”

Lyney sat up. “I beg your pardon?”

“Give desserts,” Lynette shrugged. “Everyone likes desserts.” This reasoning totally made the most sense to her.

She watched as Lyney started at her blankly for just a moment, and then he inhaled sharply. “So I should… use desserts as my gift…” With each passing word, Lynette watched as a staggering excitement in his voice grew tenfold. “And then, if I keep giving their favorite treats”—Lyney gasped—“they’ll start to associate the sweetness with me! Oh, Lynette, you’re a genius!”

Lynette blinked at him. That strategy explanation was not what she said at all, but whatever. Not her problem.

But when Lyney dragged her by the hand to go purchase desserts, and then forced her to sit down at the cafe just to watch him gift treats to you, then maybe it was her problem.

“A very special dessert!” he presented, and Lynette sat with disinterest as she watched your eyes light up at his cheap old appearance trick. “For a very special person.” And now came her own eye roll—caused by the way Lyney giggled to himself at the end of his own sentence.

Maybe it was charming ( but personally Lynette didn’t see the appeal ), because there was a sparkle that appeared in your eyes in admiration of him. And suddenly, Lynette didn’t understand why he was trying to win your love at all, because it’s clear to her that he’s already won it.

“This is for me?” she heard you say. “This is actually my favorite! Oh, Lyney, you shouldn’t have!”

“Don’t even worry,” she watched Lyney wave off. “It was given to me for free at the shop”—Huh?—“and I have no space for it”—What was he…?—“so I thought you might like it!”

Lynette blinked to herself. Then she blinked to herself again. And then one more time, and now Lyney was back to her spot with you no longer in sight. “How did I do?” Lyney excitedly questioned her. “A good start, right? Step one of your idea to get my crush to become obsessed with me is complete!”

Okay first of all, that was literally not her idea, but maybe she should’ve communicated it better. And second, “Why did you lie? That dessert wasn’t free—You specifically bought it to give to them.”

Lyney immediately raised a finger with that confident smirk of his. “Because, my dear sister,” he began, “it’s called playing hard to get.”

If she could sigh, she would. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am! And I’m taking this game very seriously, too. Do you know how hard it is to keep my cool when I’m around the love of my life?!”

“Playing hard to get just makes it harder to get someone, Lyney. They might lose interest and move on.” But still, Lyney insisted. And still, Lynette just silently rolled her eyes.

The next time this happened was literally only a day later. So much for playing “hard to get,” she supposes. Perhaps Lyney didn’t quite fully understand the scope of how suspicious it was to offer you another “free dessert” only a day later. Or, he was just so lovestruck he absolutely could not wait to talk to you again.

Lynette decided the answer to be the latter option.

And once again, he claimed not to buy this dessert on his own, and Lynette did not miss the obvious eyebrow raise you gave her brother this time. You were still grateful since it was your favorite, of course, but it was rather clear you were beginning to question this. Lynette sighed to herself.

“Lynette!” Lyney called excitedly once he left you. “Oh, dear sister, did you see it this time? She stayed with me a bit longer—grabbing the plate much more slowly. She must have been at the start of falling in love with—!” Lyney stopped when he saw the empty seat. “Uh, Lynette?”

Farther away, you suddenly yelped in surprise, almost dropping the plated dessert in your hands.

“Sorry,” Lynette mumbled. Oops, she didn’t mean to scare you. But… maybe appearing in your field of sighs so suddenly once you turned a corner and coming from a darkened alleyway was not the most subtle.

“It’s alright,” you brushed of. “Oh, you must be Lynette, right? Lyney’s sister!”

“Correct.” Ah, how would she bring this up? She was never really the best with words… And definitely not when she had to use a lot of them. “Um, my brother,” she started. “Don’t mind him being weird.”

At the mention of her brother being weird ( perhaps she should defend him, but whatever, he was being weird. ), you seemed to relax. “Yeah…” you trailed off. “He’s been giving me these desserts lately—didn’t seem too coincidental that he keeps getting them for ‘free’… Especially since they’re, um, not even having a promotion right now.”

Again, if Lynette could wack her brother on the head right now, she would.

“He likes you.”

The sudden shock on your face tells Lynette that maybe she shouldn’t have said that so bluntly. Or that she shouldn’t have said that. At all.

“You’re a very dear friend to him,” she correct. Oh, wait, but she didn’t want to completely shut off the idea of romance. Correct it again, quick. “Or, very dear person… Yeah.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, probably trying to process the amount of confessions and corrections she just shot at you. Archons, you probably thought her and her brother were so weird. Unfortunately, she couldn’t blame you.

“Thanks, Lynette,” you said, and she noticed your feet shift to walk away. “Actually, I think I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

Well, Lyney certainly hoped you would. She just silently watched as you walked off. But she wasn’t worried, no. As long as you spoke of this “next time,” Lynette was sure her brother would eventually succeed with you, even if he was being weird at this game.

NEUVILLETTE.

The thing that gets Furina the most excited—absolutely elated, much shown in the way she kicks her feet and patters her fingers—is the fact that her dear Iudex has no idea he’s so in love with you.

To not only her, but also the rest of Fontaine, word is quick to spread with the simple way his feet always end up turned in your direction, or how lips curve a slight upwards motion when he speaks to you. Or, the way his feelings of admiration brings out the colors in his eyes, and the shyer tone in which he laughs along with you.

And Furina, being the bestest of friends she certainly is, only wants what’s best for the Chief Justice, truly! It’s such a downer seeing him be a quiet, unsociable, hard-to-get-along-with loner all the time. And so, the moment she catches wind of his feelings, she is more than quick to come up with a way to loop the two of you together.

She pats herself in the back. She’s confident that he’ll totally thank her for all her efforts later.

This confidence still yet remains even when she has you standing up nervously on trial, wide eyes a bit scared to be accused of a crime by the Hydro Archon herself. And Neuvillette atop his seat looks exasperated, much so in a way the audience is always eyeing him with fluttering eyes and chattering whispers—because the Iudex is looking at you with such a public display of concern that he has never been known to show another on trial.

Oh, she could already see the Steambird’s morning headlines! Chief Justice Neuvillette casts eyefuls of worry towards the accused?! Or, The Iudex’s rumored lover: Accused by Lady Furina?! —Oh, oh! She was so excited!

Amidst her internal giggles was when Neuvillette’s cane came hammered down on the wooden floor of his balcony seat, silencing every voice in the Opera Epiclese. “Furina,” his voice scatters as firm as ever, though the Archon could some people gasp to themselves—Ah, she could always trust her people to spot even the slightest difference in his voice; He was clearly angrier today! “I believe you have some explaining to do.”

“Is it not obvious, my dear Iudex?” she loudly proclaimed as if acting in a performance. Her voice was playful and teasing as always, and she could tell Neuvillette was much more annoyed by it than usual today. “I am pressing charges against a darling citizen, yet a criminal over here…!”

And that was when she threw the back of her hand over her forehead for dramatic effect, making you only more nervous upon your stand. Such an increase in your fear was clearly noticeable to the Iudex, of course, as he immediately spoke to silence the Archon accusing you.

“And what would those charges entail, Furina?”

There was a sudden glare in his eyes, almost threatening. But oh well, nothing he could do—She knew he would stick by the law and allow her to make her claim anyways. This was so easy, she could almost laugh to herself!

“For…”

Oh, celebration was already at the back of her mind!

“Murder!”

…Holy shit. Oh Archons. She was supposed to say theft. “Theft,” for stealing Neuvillette’s heart. But instead she slipped up and said murder.

Oh, she can’t take that back now. But… But no worries! She was the beloved Archon that had absolutely no issues performing for her people—ergo, she could totally come up with a new plan! Certainly, a single-word slip-up will surely not mess up her entire pickup line here.

“Yes, you heard me,” she played along, hands balling to fists and dramatically sitting at her hips. “Murder!”

“Furina!” Neuvillette silenced from his place below on the podium. Never before has she seen his facial expression this angered. There was a furrow between his brows that betrayed his usually calm and emotionless look—and aw, she thought it was so romantic for him to show these emotions so outwardly just for you! The audience must love his display of passion right now—all to defend your honor! “What is the meaning of this?” his voice boomed.

Furina cleared her throat. “Murder…” she began to make her case against you. You, who looked up at her so fearfully. She almost felt bad. “For… For breathing…!” Wait, that’s not what she meant. “No, no, like murder… of breath— of my breath— no, of Neuvillette’s breath, I mean—” Okay, at this point, she just needed to spit something out. And that was when she raised a finger, pointing it accusingly down at you and making her claim: “You killed Neuvillette!”

The next instance was filled with a silence so deafeningly powerful that she felt her own stomach churn and her knees grow shaky. Well, this was definitely an embarrassment she hopes to never feel again.

Surely, this silence wasn’t awkward enough for her land the finishing blow…?

“Like, you stole his breath away…” she tried. “So you technically killed him.”

Okay maybe it was time for her to shut up.

Neuvillette’s face; oh, he looked absolutely furious. This was not the picture-perfect sight of cherry tomato blushing she was hoping for here. And you: a horror-stricken disbelief. Your mind looked like it was racing to comprehend both being charged with such a serious crime, and having the Chief Justice just randomly outed in public for… having a crush on you…?

Meanwhile Furina stood still in her usual place, just about ready to curl up and die from her failed attempt at a love confession. But before that, perhaps Celestia heard her prayers.

The audience pretty much erupted in girlish screams and whispers—all those watchful citizens of Fontaine who treated your relationship with Neuvillette like the hottest topic of the century, like the storybook romance they were reading obsessively. And now, Furina watched—watched as your expression contorted to slow realization that maybe your Archon wasn’t exactly lying about Neuvillette’s feelings, and that maybe almost the entire nation was already romanticizing you two.

And then, there: that was when Furina watched as your face blew up an expression of pure embarrassment, all the fear being completely wiped away. Then Furina could almost die when she turned her gaze to Neuvillette—who was still watching you very intently—and how the ends of his ears turned a blushing red.

Oh, this view was priceless. Once again, perfect Focalors saves the day!

KAMISATO AYATO.

Thoma clicked his tongue. “Tall and awkward.” He squinted his eyes. “Practically unrecognizable in Inazuma despite your status.” Then, he tilted his head. “Absolutely terrible at small talk.”

Finally, Thoma nodded his head. “Yep, you don’t have a chance, my Lord.”

Thoma yelped as a paper fan hit his shoulder, and that was when Ayaka slid at the seat next to him. He made a quick apology to her, but when Ayaka looked across the table, she saw how her older brother didn’t seem quite phased at Thoma’s mean evaluation at all.

Instead, he seemed to be really considering what was told to him.

“Oh, brother,” Ayaka caught his attention. “Don’t listen to Thoma, he was only being mean. Personally, I think you have a good chance at winning this date!”

“No, no, Thoma might be right,” Ayato pondered. Aw, Ayaka didnt like it when he doubted himself. “All of those traits may make this date go horribly wrong—I might end up appearing as undesirable…”

Ayaka frowned. She may not have a love life of her own, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t watching her brother’s love life like an Inazuman drama act or like a romantic storybook. And the fact that Ayato has downright fallen tremendously hard for you—who Ayaka also loved dearly, and who she admired so much—makes her pray to the Archons every night for your relationship to set sail.

So Ayato scoring this first date with you was already a big deal on its own. Only… He wasn’t quite sure what date plan would make him the most appealing man to be courting you.

Of course, who else could he turn to, other than his darling best friend and sister? Ayaka certainly had no expertise in this, but if there was one thing…

“Brother, please take this!” Across the table, she shoved a stack of just a few papers, slightly faded and lightly wrinkled, into his hands. He blinked in surprise at them for a moment before squinting at the rushed handwriting that clearly did not belong to his sister. “The Traveler gave this to me; It’s a recipe for a pizza dish from Mondstadt!

And that was how she ended up here, watching with Thoma from the sidelines of the estate as Ayato gives you the friendliest smile can force upon himself as he offers to make the both of you food. Now, the last time Ayaka tried this, she blew up the oven with the Traveler in earshot. But surely, she knew her brother had much better survival skills than she did, and there was no way he would ruin a perfectly easy pizza recipe.

But then Thoma almost burst out laughing from their secluded hiding spot, and that was when she noticed her brother bringing out not one, but instead two platters of pizza. A rather odd aroma in the air. Oh.

“I thought we’d spice things up!” they heard Ayato say to you, clasping his gloved hands together and regaining his weird, excited smile and that equally weird, excited tone in his voice. Oh brother… “One pizza is normal, and the other pizza has random toppings I threw on it—as a taste test!”

And when he set the two down, it was… quite interesting. One was a normal mushroom pizza, cooked based on Traveler’s recipe: Ayato certainly made it much better than Ayaka could’ve attempted. But the second pizza was topped with a rather colorful palette: lavender melons, sea grass, and what looked like Sea Ganoderma. Ayaka and Thoma already found themselves gagging at the smell.

When Ayaka glanced at her blonde companion, he was furiously shaking his head at her, running a thumb straight across his throat as if saying “It’s over for him.” And honestly, Ayaka might have to agree this time. Maybe she should’ve never given him that pizza recipe or that cooking idea.

“A ‘taste test’…” you echoed. The two eavesdroppers heard shifts from your side do the table, meaning you reached forward to grab a slice—they quite obviously guessed you picked the regular mushroom pizza. “The host should go first, don’t you think?”

Oh? Did that mean you were interested in this game of two after all? Ayaka’s eyes practically lit up—She was so excited for her brother!

“I’ll take up that offer of yours,” Ayato chuckled lowly. And with no gag or hesitance at all, he takes a large bite with a whole unsavory mixture of the ingredients entering the cave of his mouth. “Mm, not bad at all.”

You were visibly surprised by his calmness, now reaching out to grab a slice of your own and biting it just as he did.

But almost immediately, that bite was spat right back out onto a napkin at the mere taste of this weird concoction. “Bleh, Lord Commissioner! How did you manage to eat a whole slice?!”

The first thing Ayaka and Thoma noticed: The way you said this was amidst laughter. You were laughing, and it even sounded like you were smiling. Because whenever Ayato tried this sort of gross mixing method with Thoma or Ayaka, they would also say the same line of disgust, but in an unfavorable way. But, no—You sounded genuinely lighthearted?

The second thing Ayaka and Thoma noticed ( from even the slightest of peeks ): The big, bona fide grin on Ayato’s face at your reaction. Oh, he was absolutely eating this up, as no one ever showed a positive reaction to his weird little hobby before. And of course, being partnered with the fact he was ( not-so ) secretly in love with you, only made it so much better for him.

“It was alright, I’d say!” he spoke excitedly, a hint of an uncontrollable laughter and uncontrollable smile laced in his voice. “It had the most memorable texture, and the taste felt like I was in touch with mother nature.”

You only scoffed at him in a joking manner, “None of those ‘compliments’ of yours weren’t inherently positive, Commissioner.”

To that, he gave you another big grin before silently reaching to eat yet another slice of this suspicious pizza. Well, Ayaka supposed her brother’s weirdness landing a perfect date with you, after all. And then she pat herself on the back—because maybe, giving him that recipe was the best mistake she could make.

// not proofread ;; THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNIER THAN INTENDED. BUT IM BAD AT BEING FUNNY :(

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gap moe w/ ayato

gap moe refers to the contrast between a surface personality and the more vulnerable inner side. (part 2)

part 1

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In father's embrace

synopsis: Genshin men as dads and what your family dynamic is like.

pairings: Ayato, Thoma, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Tighnari x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, mentions of pregnancy

word count: 7.2k words

a/n: I really wanted to write Diluc and Kaeya, but realized that I can't create something new since I already have a family AU with them. Here's the materlist's link if you are interested! Also you can find the HSR version of this here!

Ayato

This man is a dad of twins - a boy and a girl. Both babies took more in their mom’s appearance, but have his soft violet eyes and honestly? This man adores you, his wife, so when he sees your kids develop more and more of your features as they grow - his heart can’t be fuller.

He is a fun and patient dad - he will teach them anything they ask him to, and offer guidance, yet still leaving space for them to learn some on their own. He also enjoys when they sneak into his study during his working hours (because mom decided to take a nap, and Thoma went out grocery shopping, and they are so-so boooooored), letting them wander around the room for the nth time, touching all the trophies and scrolls he has there (all the things that could be of danger were long removed), and when they eventually feel sleepy, crawl closer to him to nap, resting their heads on his thighs while he stays in his kneeling position, writing.

Even if they look a lot like you, it’s so easy to tell that they are his kids - the mischief babbling in their little bodies is untamable for the longest time, and Ayato loves it. Sure, sometimes it is a headache, and mostly for you, but at least they didn’t develop strange tastes in food like their father. More than once they used their similar looks to play pranks on the staff members or their parents, dressing in each other’s clothes and going about their day like that. What does their father think of it? Two words - “promising” and “entertaining”.

They are also their aunt’s absolute delight. Ayaka adores them, showering the two with gifts and attention. And even though she and Ayato are not twins like her niece and nephew - she still feels warmly nostalgic whenever she witnesses their interactions.

Best aunt - thanks to her Vision the twins experienced the joy of ice skating, lessons of etiquette became more fun (though still effective), more days off were granted to her brother to spend time with his family (she practically started stealing his paperwork at some point to fulfill it on her own). She and Thoma are making your life so much easier and for the first time Ayato truly feels at peace and like he is living his life at its fullest. The quiet rooms of the Kamisato Estate are finally filled with joyous laughter and summer warm happiness - his kids are bringing back the light to the gloomily strict atmosphere of the family house.

But sometimes the two only add the workload to his plate in the most wild ways possible.

Ayato closely observes one of his kids - presumably the son - as both the parent and the child are sitting in the room dedicated to the twins’ studying. They have the best tutors Inazuma could provide and both showed exceptional results in all their classes. Even if one of them failed an examination on the first try - the second one was always a success. That was until you walked in on your daughter rewriting her history test, only to discover your son in her place, with his sister’s clothes and blue locks tied in her manner. And that’s when the truth came to light.

Honestly it was no surprise their teachers never suspected anything - only four people could tell the twins apart easily - you, Ayato, Ayaka and Thoma, though the latter had trouble with that occasionally, and your children made sure to speak as similar as possible once the idea of replacing each other appeared. Of which you also learned that day Ayato and you sat them down and urged to tell you everything. The scolding about cheating from you and a lecture from Ayato on the topic of how important it is to do as good as you can on your own were provided, but in the end you just hugged them and said that you do not expect them to be perfect in everything, which left the kids relieved.

But from then on Ayato has been in charge of supervising the twins during their exam retakes. Just like today.

“Public diplomacy, national security, diplomatic etiquette, hm…” the head of the Kamisato clan skips across the paper with questions the tutor gave him beforehand on the latest topic of international relationships. He notices how his child doesn’t fidget and doesn’t even let the eyes run across the room - the straight posture and neutral expression etched on a thirteen-year old’s face is admirable. But he does note the uncharacteristic stiffness. Along with another major thing.

“Princess, where is your brother?”

Eyes widen slightly, but that’s enough to prove that he is correct. He watches his daughter hesitate for a moment, though there is no doubt in his mind that neither of his children would ever lie to him or their mother. And the defeated sigh shows as much.

“Sorry, father,” the girl lowers her gaze in apology. Fishing a hairpin from behind her brother’s kimono lapel, she makes quick work of collecting her hair. Then she looks into his eyes again.

“He is in my room, pretending to be me and probably stressing. Before you ask why we decided to switch - he begged me to.” “Oh?” Ayato puts the papers to the side and rests his chin on an open palm. “Could you please elaborate?” “Remember how we went to the Kujo residence for a playdate?” Her father hums, already getting a vague understanding of what’s going on. “And when we accidentally overheard how the oldest son was being scolded by his father for not doing enough in his studies. And brother got it into his head that if he keeps failing not once but more times, you are going to be disappointed in him. I know he studied for this retake, I helped him with that, but at the last moment he got anxious, and, well, here I am. Like all those years ago.”

“I see,” the man in front of her nods, and she doesn’t see any negative emotion painted on his face. Quite the contrary, he smiles.

“Be a dear, go get your brother and come back together. Change the clothes though. Oh, and tell him I am not mad, okay?” “Okay, father,” she mirrors his smile and relief flashes in her eyes - the girl truly cares for her twin, and that warms Ayato’s heart.

When half an hour later both arrive there is already a table served with tea and sweets, and the head of the Kamisato family immediately invites them to take their seats. His daughter looks calm, which can’t be said about his son - the boy has the most miserable look on his face, holding onto his sister’s hand and staring at the surface of the tea in his cup. Ayato decides to speak first.

“Kujo family is the last people one should take as an example,” his firm, yet reassuring tone makes his son glance at him. “Sure, they are respected, but their methods are too old-fashioned, and the way they treat their children is no good. Do you understand, little blossoms?”

They nod and even if Ayato doesn’t see it, he knows they squeeze each other’s hand.

“You better do, because neither me nor your mother will ever push you to the point of devastation. In studies as well,” the boy bites his lip. “I am serious. I will not be disappointed in either of you if you have to retake one test again and again. Striking for perfection is a good goal, but not when you torture yourself physically and emotionally to achieve it.”

“But father…” his son lifts his eyes and stares right into Ayato’s and it shoots right through his chest how vulnerable the kid looks. “You are perfect. And I don’t want to let you down…” “Me? Perfect? Oh, dear,” the man can’t hold a light laugh back. “Ask your mother and she’ll prove you so wrong, trust me. And none of you is letting me down - you should be proud of yourselves. At such young age you both show bright talents and knowledge - and it’s okay if it’s not the case for every possible field of studies. This is general education, later you’ll get more practice to catch up, or concentrate on your strongest abilities. Listen,” he addresses his son specifically, and the boy cocks his head to the side a little, “be more confident and trust your sister if she insists you are doing well. Don’t be afraid to ask questions and come to me if you feel unsure, alright?”

The boy glances down, letting the words sink in, and Ayato patiently waits. In his mind he admits that it's his oversight - he should've noticed earlier that one of his kids has been struggling. Now he will make sure to change that.

Eventually his son deeply sighs and looks at the adult in front of him with trust reflecting in those pretty eyes.

“Alright,” he nods with a small smile lifting the corners of his lips. Slowly standing up and letting go of his twin’s hand, he rounds the table and steps right into Ayato’s outstretched arms, wrapping his own around the man’s neck.

“Thank you, father,” he whispers right before burying his face into haori-clad shoulder. “I love you so much.”

And the man smiles, whispering those words back and soothingly patting his back, as the daughter shows him thumbs up with the tenderest look in her eyes.

Thoma

This man is such a sweet dad - nearly cried, when your first child, a girl, was delivered. Same was when a couple years later the son was born too.

Juggling his work and caring for his kids was never an issue for him. A big part of it was played by the Kamisato couple, who allowed him to bring first his daughter and then his son to work, when each of them was old enough. Which, most likely, was what prompted the Kamisatos to have their own kids - one day years ago you and Thoma wanted to have a date night - one you haven't had in a while - and Ayato's wife offered to watch your little baby girl. Does it need to be mentioned she wanted her own kids after that?

Thoma's kids are taught to be polite and respectful, but not overly reserved and quiet, no - in your own house the man would literally let them destroy the kitchen in attempts to bake something as an experiment and then turn cleaning it up into a fun game of three, or four, if you decide to join.

He is that kind of dad, who constantly falls asleep with both kids nestled on his chest and his arms wrapped around them, with a book of tales either lying on his stomach or abandoned on the floor. You literally mastered your technique of waking him up without stirring the kids, so you could bring the two to their rooms.

Your kids love walks, whether it’s in the city or admiring the scenery near the Kamisato Estate. When it’s in the city though, the four of you attract attention without a fail. Especially elders, who coo at the image of Thoma holding his daughter’s hand and you cradling your little boy to your chest. You are literally showered in little gifts and are offered many discounts, because everyone adores and respects your family. At some point for a short period of time a rumor was running around Inazuma City, that if you get to see all four members of the Kamisato retainer’s family, luck is going to follow you through the day. Thoma had to ensure it came to an end, wanting to keep you three safe and not being followed around in your leisure time.

To summarize it’s needless to say that this man is a natural when it comes to being a father. He already aced being a great husband, you never had any doubt that the same would be true about becoming a dad. And it brings you so much joy that your kids are aware of it.

Making your husband's lunch is an essential part of your morning routine. Sure, the Kamisato Estate provides its workers with meals and breaks, but knowing how much Thoma loves your home-cooked meals, you'll never refuse him this pleasure.

On days like today you pack two more lunches, for your kids - yesterday they expressed their desire to go and help their dad. But you are more than aware of the plan they've had in their mind for the longest time. That's why you turn a blind eye and chop fruits particularly loudly, when you ten- and four-year olds sneak into the kitchen and hide something in the wrapper of an already packed lunch.

And when they were leaving and every member of your family gave you kisses, you couldn’t help but notice the decreased stack of small papers you have in the hall to make notes.

Maybe next time, you’ll ask your kids to join.

Thoma bringing his kids to work is always a pleasant surprise to the Estate’s staff. Even the guards by the gates can’t keep their composure, when the girl cheerfully greets them, wishing a good day, and the boy softly chirps a little “hi” and shyly waves his hand at them. Next person they always meet is Furuta - and the old lady adores their greeting ritual and is the one who looks after the fellow housekeeper’s kids when they help or play outside. But if usually the woman just makes small compliments to the children and chides Thoma for not bringing them over more, today his daughter breaks the routine - she suddenly lets go of his hand and quickly runs to her father’s colleague and asks her to speak in the corner. A bit stunned, the blonde watches the two move farther and start quietly talking. The boy in his arms curiously watches them and then, as if realizing something claps his hands.

“What is it, cookie?” But the only answer he receives is merry giggling.

The next strange thing happens, when the three of them arrive in his room - kids, looking as suspicious as possible, start making excuses to go and play first, though they usually insist on following him around unless they get bored, and as they disappear behind the door with his daughter’s bag - Master Ayato requests his visit.

Getting out of his office only an hour later, Thoma has to rush to his duties, realizing that he’ll have to speed up if he wants to finish everything the blue-haired man has just told him to do. He even handed him a list with tasks, which never happened. What’s going on?

Not finding the children in his room, he decides to start without them, assuming they'll join him later. Okay, what’s the first thing on the list… Check all the chairs. Alright…

Luckily this piece of furniture isn’t numerous in the residence, giving the culture of Inazuma, and Thoma knows perfectly every single room where he can find them. What he wasn’t expecting to find is the folded papers on the seats of some of those. Upon unfolding each revealed a single letter. Strange… Well, at least the chairs themselves are in the required condition.

Tucking the papers in his pocket and fishing the list out of the other one, the man checks his next destination. Check all the bushes around the main building. Blinking, he looks again. No, the handwriting is definitely his master’s, but the contents? In his style, but why so sudden?

Following every single point, Thoma manages to find in total 13 papers with letters on it, before the list stops being weird and advises the housekeeper to dedicate the time before lunch to his common responsibilities. Which he, with an exhale of relief, proceeds to fulfill.

When the time for lunch rolls around, kids, as if magically, reappear at his side and innocently smile at him, asking how he spent his time. He promises to tell them over lunch.

Lunch, that brings him four more pieces of paper. And suddenly, both kids are not that interested in food.

“Make a phrase, make a phrase!” His daughter chants, holding her brother in her lap, and the little boy claps his hands, chanting ‘make! make!’. Already realizing that all of this was their meticulously crafted plan (to participate in which they managed to convince quite a few people), Thoma doesn’t oppose, putting all the papers on the table in front of him.

S V E E T S I R H E Y B T

And A P A P which he got from his lunch.

“The” is guessed immediately. “Is” as well. When he reaches for the “A P A P” to add it to the pile, the girl suddenly lunges forward, putting her hand on top of it and shaking her head. Alright, not yet.

S V E E T R Y B is left. Okay, maybe “very” and… “best”!

Moving the pieces around in utter concentration, the man puts the words in the right order. And only then the ten-year old lifts her hand. With a baited breath he moves the four remaining pieces a little more and his heart skips a beat, and the summer-green eyes widen.

PAPA IS THE VERY BEST

“Surprise!” The girl beams with the widest smile, hugging her brother. “We wrote it together! See how some of the letters are clumsy? He did it!” She proudly looks at the boy, gently ruffling his hair. “Recently he was trying to learn how to write! You are the first one who sees it, even mom didn’t! And we chose this phrase, because- dad, are you crying?”

Warm silent tears are indeed running down his cheeks and the man nods, not trusting his voice. A whirlwind of emotions overtakes him, making it a little hard to formulate his thoughts, but he reacts immediately when his kids rush to him, opening his arms and catching them in a tight embrace. He'll tell them how touched he is, he'll praise them, he'll declare his love for them again and again. A tiny bit later. Now he just needs to hold them and hear that he, for real, "is the very best papa".

Alhaitham and Kaveh

Listen, just LISTEN - imagine these men’s pure shock when their wives surprise them over a double date at Kaveh’s house with their pregnancies. Like, AT THE SAME TIME. Kaveh is gaping at his woman, but Alhaitham is no better - a glass with wine frozen in air in the middle of his attempt to put it back on the table as his eyes are not blinking, glued to his spouse. The blonde would be the first one to break from his stupor and tightly hug his wife, kissing all over her face all laughter and little jumping in place, while his junior would finally put the glass down and beckon his woman onto his lap and bury his face in her neck with arms around her body, quietly thanking her for amazing news.

The kids are not even formed in the women’s stomachs, but they already have a story to share.

Alhaitham

Despite not giving the impression the man likes the idea of being a father to a child together with you, his beloved. Of course the pregnancy was planned, but even he couldn’t predict the possibility of you and his friend’s wife being pregnant at the same time. Though he does find it a little amusing and can’t lie to himself that watching you and your female friend discuss the nursery designs, the clothes, the gender, the two babies becoming akin to siblings warms his heart.

He always loved quiet evenings with you, but later, as your bump got more and more prominent, he finds himself craving your back pressed to his chest and his palms cradling your rounding stomach. He talks to his kid in there, reads them books and soothes, when they are restless and don’t let you sleep that well. And that’s how early on you understood who’s going to be the one putting your newborn to sleep, because your persuasions didn’t work that well.

And your husband doesn’t mind. He actually loves cradling his daughter - yes, it’s a little girl! - to his chest and lull her to sleep - it gives him an unimaginable sense of fulfillment.

As your little wonder grows older, Kaveh can’t help but comment how similar her scowl is to her father’s - combined with the annoyed sharp glare of the eyes she also got from him. But that’s only when she is being capricious. Most of the time she is calm and sporting your sweet smile, voice soft and eyes lacking the mentioned above sharpness.

By the way, she is older than Kaveh’s kid, which makes the Scribe just a little bit smug.

Alhaitham is all too happy to be the one educating her. He makes sure to balance her time spending with him and her time spending with you, encouraging her to engage in your hobbies and have a mother-daughter time. But the most he loves the time the three of you spend together - be it as simple as grocery shopping, having a meal together or cuddling in the evening, or going on whole little expeditions, because his girl wants to explore something on the topic she is currently interested in.

Oh, and he is so biased when it comes to her. There is only one non-scholar kid in all of Sumeru who has her own personal access to the House of Daena, research laboratories, research data and the Scribe’s office at any working hour - and that’s your daughter.

“Look, that’s the Scribe’s wife!”

Taken aback, you stop in your way when at least a dozen students surround you. Raising an eyebrow you survey their faces thoughtfully, noting that they seem to be quite desperate. But even before you can open your mouth they interrupt.

“Tell him to let us in! We have applications to submit!”

“And I have questions why mine was declined!”

“I need his signature on my thesis papers!”

“He locked himself inside with your daughter and said not to disturb their nap! Unbelievable-”

“And how exactly can I help?” You cut through the cacophony of their voices. Students look at you as if you’ve just grown a second head.

“...you are his wife? You can influence him.” “First of all, demanding something from a person you barely know is simply rude,” you narrow your eyes and a chill runs down some of the spines - for a moment you looked just like your husband. “Secondly, I am not involved in his work and I don’t plan to. Now, please, step aside.”

“You can’t be so cruel!”

“Oh, and you can? Let me guess, at least half of you missed deadlines, a small portion made mistakes again and the rest are not in an urgent need to see my husband, but decided to stick with others in hopes that getting to him right now will work?”

Leaving them stunned by your easy guess, you finally push your way through, holding a box with food you brought for lunch close to your chest. Once in front of the door you don’t even have the time to raise a fist for knocking, because the door unlocks and opens, revealing the tall man behind it.

Silently and quickly you step inside and the door shuts again, the key turns in the lock and then is thrown on the nearest table. The office meets you with welcomed tranquility, and dimmed lights are a nice contrast to the blindingly white walls of the Akademiya.

“So, you heard everything? They said you were napping,” you question his guess of when to open the door to let you in. Alhaitham rolls his eyes, glaring at the hindrance you left behind the door, and then takes the box from you.

“I was, but since I lent my earpieces I could hear the commotion in the corridor,” with his free hand he takes yours and leads you further into the room. There, on the sofa, you spot your daughter - wearing her dad’s device and napping, curled under his cape.

“Oh Dendro Archon, she is so adorable,” you coo in awe. “Look how big your things are on her!”

“She demanded I take a break and sit with her,” the Scribe hums, putting the food on the table and then locking both of his arms around you in an embrace. “But the more she was reading to me while sitting at my side, the sleepier she was getting, so we decided to nap.”

You listen to him, while observing your precious girl. She seems serene and content, holding onto the gold-embroidered piece of fabric, surely containing her father’s soothing scent. The earpieces are adjusted to hold onto her head and in silence you can even catch the faintest sounds of a melody. Ah, if only you had a Kamera with you…

“Let’s get her her own earpieces and cape.”

“The cape is unnecessary, but I did consider the device. I could make her her own, especially since she’s been complaining about having hard times to concentrate while she is at the Akademiya.” “But with the cape she’d be just like you!”

“Am I alone not enough for you already?” Light turquoise eyes are hard to read, but you manage to catch a shadow of amusement.

“But matching outfits are charming! Like, remember the last time we’ve been to Kaveh’s? The whole family had matching robes!”

“Then you’ll have to dress like me too.”

“If I am to get an intricate cape and a device to block the sounds of you huffing - I don’t mind.”

Alhaitham huffs. Then stops, realizing he’s just done what you were accusing him of, and you can’t help but laugh.

“Kidding, kidding. Let’s discuss it over lunch. Can you wake her while I am setting the table?”

Your husband nods and, receiving a quick peck to his cheek, releases you from his hold, stepping closer to the sofa.

As you busy yourself with the food, you occasionally glance at the two from the corner of your eye, absolutely swooning over how gently Alhaitham takes the earpieces off, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear, softly murmurs her name and coaxes her from sleep with the news that mommy came and brought delicious food with her. And when two sets of identical eyes look at you tenderly, a loving smile lights up your face.

Kaveh

Can you see this man sticking his finger in Alhaitham's direction and declaring that his kid is going to be senior to his friend's? Because I can. (Too bad he was wrong).

As well as I can see this man accidentally becoming supportive not only of you but the other man's family as well - and drawing the blueprints for both nurseries is probably only the beginning (but you were the only one whose every suggestion he took without arguing).

From day one his mind is set on being the best dad for your baby, just like he is the best husband to you. He reads books, seeks advice in Bimarstan, even writes letters to his mother in hopes she'll share her experience, that could help you. Though when it comes to shopping for your yet unborn baby, you have to physically restrain him from buying every single cute plushie or onesie he sees.

When your daughter is born though, it's getting harder, because your own desire to spoil this golden-haired angel is unmeasurable. Maybe it's because she looks so much like your husband and you are projecting your need to shower him in love and affection and give everything you possibly can, but by the end of the day you just simply love her very much.

Kaveh adores doing anything creative with his daughter. She wants a mosaic in a frame on her wall? They'll put it from the little tiles together and Kaveh would hold her in his arms so she could hang it. She wants a dollhouse? They'll spend the time drawing the draft and picking colors and materials for EVERYTHING. And then he'll be building it, while she crafts little furniture. And it doesn't matter if she did it too small or too big - papa will help her adjust it.

But even so, Kaveh doesn't expect his daughter to be some genius or follow in his steps. No, he knows he'll love her even if she stops sharing the creative approach with him. He knows better than anyone how crushing it is to have everyone's expectations to loom over you and predatory gazes watch tirelessly, anticipating the moment you fail. He gives a vow to himself, to you, to your girl, that he will be there no matter what.

Matching. Outfits. You own so many it's almost worrisome. But your daughter loves them. There were a couple occasions when she drew her own designs for the three of you and you had it tailored, which left her absolutely ecstatic.

On that note, you believe Kaveh's (tiny) fear that she'll lose interest in creativity is going to be short-lived - especially after your visit to Fontaine to let your daughter meet her granny, which the girl spent with wide open eyes and mouth, absorbing everything around her to use it later.

Also having your daughter earned you a heavy supporter in moments when Kaveh starts to overwork. He can't resist the charm of both of his girls and is easily swayed to the nearest sofa/bed to cuddle and share lots of kisses. All his life he has been the anchor for others - now he has two people to be that for him.

Kaveh is easily spooked by sudden noises, and your eleven-year old daughter knows that. That's why she makes sure to tap her feet loud enough to hear their approach through the door of his study. Balancing a small tray with a cup of tea and your special dessert in one hand, she lifts the other to gently knock on the door.

"Come in, baby!" Reaching higher she pulls the handle.

The floor littered with crumpled papers isn't a new sight to her, just as her father's hunched back over the properly lit table. But when the door closes, the architect immediately puts the pencil down and turns around, giving her a big smile.

"Hi, sweety," he is beaming, seeing her adorable face and a growing smile, complementing those precious twinkles in her eyes.

"Hi, papa!" She chirps like a little birdie - her actual nickname - and Kaveh nearly drops his head in his palms and cries. How can he be a father to someone so tender?

"Mama said you are working and made you something! I helped," she lifts the tray, showing him what she has. "We hope you will like it."

Oh, he definitely will, he doesn't doubt it. Carefully wrapping his fingers around the edges, the man takes his late afternoon snack and brings it closer to his face, inhaling the sweet smell of the desert and a soothing aroma of the tea.

"Thank you, little birdie," he puts the tray aside and bends lower to wrap his arms around her and smooch her cheek. "You and mama are the best."

"Hehe, we know," she giggles. "You are the best too."

"Awww," Kaveh can't help but nuzzle against her cheek, gaining another giggle and a cute scrunch of her nose.

"Daaaaaaaad!"

"Sorry, sorry, baby, you are just so adorable. Just like your mama."

"But mama says I am pretty like you."

"Both can work together," he assures her, but a soft blush covers his cheeks. No matter how many years have passed, he still gets shy whenever his wife uses "pretty" to describe him.

"Okay!" She simply agrees, giving him a big hug. "Sorry, but I should be going now. Mama wants to go grocery shopping and I want to help her."

Now that she says this, Kaveh pays closer attention to her outfit - the white sundress with pink roses is definitely not something she'll wear at home.

"Alright then, let me escort you downstairs."

Standing up, he easily hoists her in his arms and lets her perch on his left one, as her arms wrap around his neck.

When they reach the hall, the girl has managed to make two braids in his hair, now twisting them around each other. Kaveh finds both her and your obsession with touching his hair amusing, but sometimes it feels nice and relaxing. And you did put him to sleep by scratching his head on multiple occasions.

You, who are standing in front of the mirror, and even witnessing just your profile, the architect is in love all over again.

He should take you on a date later this week.

"Well, I definitely wouldn't mind that," you chuckle, turning to face him and offering your most teasing smile. Ah, he said the date part out loud, didn't he? "But right now I need to go and take care of our dinner's ingredients."

Your husband nods in understanding and puts your daughter down, dusting the skirt of her dress and making sure everything is intact. Getting a quick peck on the nose, he gives her one on the forehead and straightens up to immediately welcome you into his embrace and share a soft kiss.

“Be sure to take a break and enjoy the snack we made for you. And I mean it when I say taking a break. We all remember how you spilled your morning coffee over the blueprint and had to redraw everything again. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”

A wild shiver runs down Kaveh’s spine and he feverishly shakes his head. No, if there is one thing he is certain in it’s hating the repetition of this.

“You don’t have to remind me,” his heavy sigh ghosts over your skin. “And it won’t happen again.”

“I believe in you!” You cheer joyfully and it warms his heart.

“I believe in papa too!” Your daughter throws her fists in the air. “Papa can do anything!”

“Of course he can,” you gently nudge her back, ushering her to the front door. “See you soon, Kaveh. We love you.”

“I love you too.”

Waving at your leaving figures he waits until you shut the door and stick the key in the lock, before smiling to himself and returning to his study.

The tea got a little cold and the dessert’s top melted just a tiny bit, but both are still incredibly delicious. Leaning back in an armchair with a plate resting on his knee and a cup wrapped in his hands, the man feels happily at ease and two precious girls are the reason why.

Tighnari

Frankly, I don't think Tighnari has ever given much thought to becoming a dad, let alone settling down with someone. But taking care of Collei, becoming her mentor, stepping so close to becoming a parental figure, probably played its role as well.

Biggest part, of course, was you - another pretty fennec hybrid, who, due to the same biological background, could share a lot of things with him that the man couldn't and honestly didn't want to bother explaining to others, he sure has other things to fulfill.

It took years of courting from both sides, but eventually, you two settled down together, content with each other as a partner. When the talk of kids happened, the forest ranger was hesitant - he knows he can handle a kid, he can handle ten if required thanks to his immense patience and love for teaching, but since you were different from humans, the man was aware that you could be carrying more than three babies at one time. Even if your body is built to handle it by evolution, he still didn't want to make you go through with so much. Initially. However when you looked so hopeful to have a family with your beloved, swore it's going to be just one time and then you'll keep using protection like before, he was convinced and actually quite excited.

So much nuzzling during your pregnancy. So much nuzzling when the babies are born - three beautiful boys and one girl, with the prettiest fluffy tails and ears of yours or his fur. He immediately jumped to being a father, without any complaint taking care of your kids, while you were recovering. He adores them so much, but at times hardly manages to keep an eye on all four - good thing you moved into a bigger house that is closer to the ground, because little explorers did try to escape outside on multiple occasions.

What gets Tighnari's heart burst like fireworks though? Spotting you napping with all of your babies huddled in your embrace, body practically curled around them and a tail resting on top. The first time it happened - maybe a couple of weeks after you gave birth to them - Tighnari left you alone with the kids to do an examination on the work of forest rangers in his absence, and when he returned back - he nearly collapsed from how adorable the five of you looked. Definitely joined.

From their early age he taught his kids everything about the forest so they would be prepared, and, even he won't ever admit it, it stirred something in his chest when they looked up at him with wonder and fascination in their gleaming eyes. They were also taught to be independent, but at the same time to work as a team, and they are so good at that.

The circle of four is absolutely perfect. Little hands are swift and precise, and the absolute concentration is written on the seven-year olds adorable faces. You and Tighnari even stopped your own grooming of each other’s tails to observe your kids’ routine of doing the same thing, but among themselves.

With four pillows on the floor they once again made themselves comfortable, just like every evening, equipped with different kinds of brushes and safe oils.

You put your chin onto Tighnari's shoulder, still holding his tail in your lap, with yours resting under his palm, and make a soft sound, loud enough for him to recognize and not alert the kids. Your husband nods, purring in response and rubbing his cheek against your temple.

"They are so adorable, 'nari," you sigh, watching the four being so absorbed with their task that they don't even talk. The male couldn't agree more, lifting the corners of his mouth in a smile and then picking another brush to get busy with the tip of your tail.

"They absolutely got it from you, my dear. And did you notice how much progress they've made in the fur-caring routine?"

Tighnari doesn't see that, but you, still staring forward at your kids, clearly see how four pairs of ears prick up. How cute, someone wants the praise.

"That they did. And I don't know about you, but at the age of 7 I didn't even know that the fur has to be clean and taken care of anyhow. I guess, I never gave it much thought when my mom did it for me. Our little ones are so independent."

Four tails move a little, kids clearly delighted.

"You are right, they are," Tighnari hums, running his fingers through your now well-groomed fur, and your children hold their chins up proudly. "If only this independence didn't extend to trying to escape to the forest on their own against all of my warnings."

Inhumane eyes glare at the frozen bodies of the "explorers" in question, making them lower their gaze and pick up from where they stopped their routine. Oh, they know what they've done.

You can only sigh, fully understanding your husband's concerns, and finish tending to his tail.

Next is the balm you generously scoop onto your palm to rub into the rough texture of your fox-like pads. When you do the same for Tighnari, receiving a tender kiss to your nose, and then to each of your babies, as they walk to you one by one, still with guilty, pouty, but adorable faces, while your husband is putting away all the tools and products.

Soon your bed is occupied with all of your kids, snuggling to your sitting body and drowsily asking to sleep with you two tonight. Even the thought of making a dozen more steps to their own rooms is killing the last energy in them - the routine has an incredible side effect: they immediately become sleepy when they are done and you don't have much trouble with putting them to bed.

Especially when the bed is right here. The bed that became a large one not even a couple of months along their lives, because this has been a common occurrence.

"Mommy, daddy, can we sleep with you tonight, please?" Your daughter lifts her pleading eyes at you, being the one who managed to directly slide into your lap and into your embrace. Three boys, attached to your sides silently lift their eyes too, pouting in attempts to break your resolve. Which wasn't here in the first place.

"What'd you say, 'nari?" Chuckling, you look at your husband climbing onto the bed to join the five of you.

"Weren't we just discussing their independence? They can surely walk to their rooms. Come on, babies, back to your beds."

"Noooooooooo," their hold on you immediately becomes a death grip. "We want to stay with you!"

"Kids, I can't breathe-" you gasp from the crushing hug of at least two pairs of arms squeezing your middle.

"We want to stay, we want to stay, we want to stay!"

"That's what you should've told yourselves earlier this morning when you decided to get to the river with spinocrocodiles. That you want to stay. Home. Until I or your mother could go on a walk with you outside the village."

At his strict tone and at the reminder of them nearly losing their tails this morning to the sharp jaws of wild animals, four little foxes lower their eyes, ashamed. But they do relax their hold around you.

Tighnari sighs, rubbing his temples and contemplating when he's going to get his first gray hairs.

"Okay, I'll let you sleep with us tonight, BUT," he slightly raises his voice to emphasize, especially since the four immediately got in high spirits, "if something like this happens again - you are losing this privilege for a week. Are we clear?"

"Yes, daddy…"

"Yeah.."

"Mhm…"

"Sure, dad…"

And that's the only confirmation Tighnari needs before lifting the covers, because no matter how restless and disastrous your children can be - he has almost as hard a time as you do telling them "no".

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kzpearce · 1 year

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A LOST KID CALLED YOUR BOYFRIEND “ DADDY ” !!

ft. k. ayato, alhaitham, tartaglia, heizou, k. kazuha, scaramouche, tighnari, diluc, kaveh.

note. no pronouns mentioned (but quite focused with female reader. worry not, it's not obv tho hopefully). quite suggestive to childe and heizou.

your fav characs might be here in part two!

author's note. i posted this two or three days ago but i got shadow banned for some reason (maybe i had too tags?) i don't know how tumblr algorithm works because i'm quite new here ;( anyway i hope you enjoy this !! additional note; this was inspired from a specific event of tears of themis where this little girl was lost and called the four men their "daddy" !!

— kamisato ayato.

“hi sweetie,” the child opened her arms as she ran towards your boyfriend with a huge smile on her face. ayato hefted her with a sweet smile on his face (you were frowning, but you couldn’t help your stomach explode with butterflies).

“everything makes sense when a ‘single’ man is so hardworking.” you rolled your eyes as you whispered sarcastically (ayato managed to hear you though).

“this is our baby,” he whispered to you with a wink, planting a quick kiss on your cheek.

“are you lost, baby girl?” ayato asked the little girl like he didn’t do anything that made your face turn into a tomato.

your boyfriend can be a very great father to your future children one day.

— alhaitham.

both of your eyes widened when you saw the little girl hugging your boyfriend with a smile on her lips. the little girl kissed your boyfriend’s cheek multiple times, she looked very happy to see her dad.

you bit your lower lip, preventing yourself from laughing too hard when you saw alhaitham’s priceless look. however, it was becoming a hard task to do, hence you covered your mouth with your hand. “i’m not informed, alhaitham.”

“i’m not a big fan of kids unless it’s ours,” he remarked.

you laughed (ignoring the fact he might want to have kids with you), “help the child, haitham!”

— tartaglia.

ajax started hugging the little girl with love too. you rapidly blink at the sight, questioning if he was really the father of the child or someone close..?

“not mine, baby.” he grinned as if he read the thought running in your mind. “the guardian or parents must be here somewhere.”

you and ajax didn’t really think nor talk about it until the child’s mother was found not too long after. your eyebrows furrowed to childe, waiting for him to answer the questions you wanted to hear. however, he just shrugged yet with a mischievous smirk curved on his lips.

“too bad. it would be hot if you were the one who called me daddy though.”

“archons, ajax!”

— heizou.

“the kid must have had a traumatic experience, and it seemed like i looked like her father,” heizou thought thoroughly.

“yeah, yeah, hot detective.” you rolled your eyes with a grin. “what if it was really your child?”

heizou shrugged. “you haven’t even felt how big my-”

“okay, shut up, you dirty ass gross.”

he laughed his ass off.

— kaedehara kazuha.

“who would’ve thought that you’ll have a child, kazu.” you blinked while watching him. the child gave kazuha quite a lot of affection. she must have been missing her father to be this clingy to kazuha.

“impossible. i’ve never been in love before, until you.” kazuha sighed. his eyes stare at the girl who had been resting in his embrace with a smile on her lips. he made sure she’s comfortable, thus kazuha was swaying her gently.

you watched them; the sight of kazuha taking care of a kid made you feel assured. you somehow saw a future with him.

“i’ve also never been jealous of a kid until now.” you rolled your eyes playfully while pouting.

kazuha chuckled, “my sweet dove, take it easy. you’ll be spoiled later with my affection.”

oh, he’s such a sweet angel.

— scaramouche (wanderer).

he rolled his eyes, exhaling through his nose after the kid ran to him with a smile on her face. you wanted to maintain your composure and tried not to laugh when he can’t disregard the poor girl off him.

“can she just get off me?” he whispered like praying to the gods.

“you’ll be a bad father for our future children, kuni.” you smirked.

“is this even our child?” scaramouche barked.

you shrugged, unable to wipe the grin off your face. “maybe?” you teased.

he glared at you.

“i’m just joking. but treat her like our child.” you winked.

scara had decided to give up with a sigh. he lowered himself until he reached the child’s height. “here,” scara said, handing a candy to her. you could see the happiness in the little girl’s eyes. “we’ll find your brother soon, okay?”

no words can explain how hard you fell in love with him after you saw what you saw.

— tighnari.

“we... don’t have a child, right?” tighnari asked, confused. he carried the child in his arms nonetheless.

you shake your head, “maybe you do have with someone else?”

“i can’t do that to you, (y/n).” he slightly frowned.

you grinned, “let’s help her then,” you kissed tighnari’s cheek.

“why not on the lips?” he questioned. “are you mad?”

“there’s a kid, tighnari.”

“kiss me,” he whispered as he covered the little girl’s eyes with his hand.

you obliged with a smile on your lips, pressing your lips on his.

— diluc.

“you have a child?” you tilt your head in confusion. “so unlikely of you.”

“i would stop running the dawn winery first before i shoot my sperm in someone else’s womb.”

your jaw dropped. ignoring his dirty mouth, you focused on his word someone else’s. “so there’s someone else?”

“no,” diluc shook his head, staring at you with a slight grin on his lips.

“how would i know you’re telling the truth?” you asked, challenging him.

“it’s going to be your choice to believe me or not,” he shrugged. “but just so you know, i would pass the ownership of dawn winery later tonight if you want me to.”

you kissed him, “of course i believe you.”

— kaveh.

“let’s adopt her?” kaveh grinned after he hugged the lost girl.

“you fool, that’s someone else’s child. unless it’s really your child?” you playfully glared at him.

“it’s not mine, but we can make it ours.” he smiled.

“kaveh, she’s lost.” kaveh grabbed her little hand. “would you hold their hand for me too, sweet girl?”

your eyes widened at his request to the little girl. the little girl nodded and held your hand together with his. she was between you and kaveh, holding your hands with hers. the three of you looked like a family.

“are you hesitating now?” kaveh smirked.

i'm sorry if this is quite short to some! i'll still think if i should decided to make another part for the other characters or make a new one!

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angelltheninth · 1 year

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Genshin Men + Walking In on Them Changing

Pairing: Kaeya, Diluc, Itto, Thoma, Ayato, Childe, Pantalone, Dottore, Pierro, Zhongli x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, flirting, teasing, grinding, kiss marks, playful possessiveness

A/N: You'd get a lot of eye can candy that's for sure.

Kaeya is fine with you watching, in fact you can help him tie his hair just how he likes it. Knows that you like it when you see his hair falling over his naked back but unfortunately he can't be running around shirtless for your pleasure. The only time he can is in the comfort of your own home.

Diluc gets pretty flustered when you walk in on him in the middle of pulling his pants up. Ignore everything else that's happening down there, he just needs to get to work. It's only a little uncomfortable, just let him zip up and then you can go to work. Or... you can get down on your knees, that works too. But make it fast.

Itto would flex just for you and invite you closer, not knowing that once you got your hands on him you would trace them down his marks, making the oni shiver from the soft yet teasing touch. Lucky for you its still pretty early in the morning so he can give you a little more of his time, kissing letting you leave your lipstick on his pecks.

Thoma tries to cover up with little success. He's holding his shirt in front of him awkwardly, eyes looking away before slowly pulling his tight shirt over his head. He should have locked the door shouldn't he? Nothing he can do about it now, just needs to try to get through the day pretending like he didn't notice how you looked at him.

Ayato wonders why there was no one guarding the door. Maybe they let you slip by because they know you're his betrothed. Regardless he's acting calm about this, you're the flustered one here, turning face to stop your eyes from wondering his body too much. He finds your reactions cute. How will you act when he's fully naked though?

Childe beckons you into the room, not paying any mind to his half dressed state. You know if its bothering you much, you could make it even. Well it only seemed fair to suggest. His hand are already around your hips as he pulls you into a kiss, pushing you back until you're sitting on the bed with your legs spread on his sides to have fun.

Pantalone isn't bothered by you walking into his room while he's changing his clothes. He smiles at you and gives you a little peck on the lips before you can walk out. There's no need to be embaressed, you've seen him in much less then this just last night, its really an overreaction on your part, but a cute one.

Dottore admires the marks you left on his back last night when you enter his room. Just in time, he was just about to ask for you. These marks are nice and all but you passed out before you gave him the chance to get even with you. You don't have to take off all your clothes, just sit on the table and he'll take care of the rest.

Pierro pays you no mind as you enter and wrap your arms around him, kissing his back and as he changes. It feels nice to have something so domestic in the midst of his work with the Fatui. If only he could have more moments like this with you. Maybe some day, for now you'll have to be happy with a few minutes of kissing.

Zhongli doesn't understand why you're getting so flustered about seeing him half naked. He's your lover, there are no secrets between you two so you can look at him all you want. You can touch too but don't blame him if he touches you back, its been a very long time since he's had such a cute and adoring lover.

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ashhh-14 · 7 months

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Tropes? Tropes but make it good

Characters- Diluc, Kaeya, Bennett, Albedo, Razor, Venti, Zhongli, Xiao, Baizhu, Xingqui, Chongyun, Tartaglia, Heizou, Ayato, Gorou, Thoma, Itto, Scaramouce, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Cyno, Tighnari, Neuvillette, Lyney, Wriothesley, Freminet,

Warning- suggestive in chongyun's (dw he's aged up here bubs)

Note- All characters are aged, a dot '.' Meaning scene change , font meaning past memory.

A/n- hope you enjoy!

Baizhu

Doctor patient dynamic

Gentle hands rubbing your back constantly as your coughing fit seemed endless once again. "I-I don't think I'll be able to watch the next lantern right with you like I promised doctor Baizhu." You smiled through the pain, the said man sighing, "Stop doubting my abilities as a Doctor (Y/n). You'll get better." Running his hand through your hair as you layed down, exhaustion making your eyes droop close. "I'll make sure of it, my Little Violet."

Kaveh

Childhood friends to lovers

"Look what I made!" He looked up as you placed something on his head, one hand coming up to touch it, " A flower crown?" "Mhm. Just for you!" He blushed.

"I got you something Kaveh~" He turned to you from where he was writing his thesis, "(Y/n) how many times do I have to say you don't have to buy me art supplies. Um let me buy you lunch as repayment." He looked into your eyes with a gentle gaze as you hopped on the desk beside his papers, placing a box. "Too bad. I already made some for the both of us." "(Y/-" his words got cut short as you gently placed your finger on his lips, "shush Kaveh."

Al haitham

Academic rivals to lovers

"Ugh not again." You muttered under your breath as you looked at the list of top scorers. "Try harder. Maybe you'll be able to get a little better if you work on your gold fish attention span." A voice came as someone passed by, knowing very well who this person was as you sighed in irritation.

Soft clicks of shoes were the only echos in the house of daena as Al haitham made his way towards a bookshelf, his eyes falling onto a figure. He placed his book on the table gently, rounding the table, he placed the pen down from your hand as he placed his cloak on your shoulders, covering you to keep you warm as he pushed the hair away from your face. "Stop pushing yourself so hard."

Wanderer

Grumpy x Sunshine

"Oh c'mon would it kill you to come with me?" You pleaded as your partner kept ignoring your request, "There's no point in me going with you-" "I think you should go with them. It'll broaden your spectrum and give you a new way of looking at things." A gentle voice came as your eyes sparkled at the person. "See?! Even Lesser Lord Kusunali agrees with me!" "NOT YOU TOO " He yelled, grumbling. You pout, crossing your arms over your chest as you stood up, "I'll be leaving Lord Kusunali, since he doesn't want to go, I'll go and ask Cyno. I heard there's a new card back released there too, he'll be happy to come with me." Nahida blinked up at you as you started walking, observing how your frown turned into a sly smirk as soon as a hand gripped your wrist. "Not happening. I'm coming with you."

Cyno

Co workers to lovers

"Hmm how long do you think this water will last us here Cyno?" You eyed the big bag of water in your hand as you kept walking on the flaming sand in the middle of the desert, "It should last us till tonight. Don't worry, there's a village nearby, we can restock our supplies and get some well desserved rest." You looked at Cyno, unamused "Get it? It's because we're in a dese-" For the first time he cut himself from his explanation, you sighing as if the heavens saved you as he told you to stay put, going to converse with a group of eremites that were closeby. You took a seat in the shade of a giant rock. 'Wait, why is he coming back with a-' "Get on it. Your feet aren't used to the hot sand of the desert, they're already red from the external temperature, it'd be bad if they get blisters. I borrowed us this Sumpter Beast, we'll return this on our way back." Your face started getting warmer, whether it was because of the temperature of desert or your general Mahamatra, you didn't know.

Tighnari

Student teacher dynamic

"Ow!" A book came in contact with your head as you sat on the chair listening to your master's unending lecture. "So the next time I see you head into a withering zone all on your own, I'll be cutting down your sweets that you love so much." Your eyes widened at that, not your sweets! "What did my sweets ever do to you! Plus, I had it covered in the whithering zone!" Smack "Ouch! Stop hitting me-!" Your breath got caught in your throat as Tighnari placed his book under your chin, tilting it upwards as he brought his face close to yours, looking into your eyes, "Next time you won't be doing something so reckless. Okay my Lotus?"

Heizou

Undercover agent(you) to lovers

[ (C/n) -> cover name]

"I'm so sorry I wasn't looking where I was going!" You apologised to the young looking male. "Oh it's totally fine. Don't worry about it" He smiled, asking what your name was. "(C/n)" You replied, your smile widening when he asked if you'd like to go get a cup of coffee with him.

"Can you actually be serious for once Heizou?" You rolled your eyes as you kept walking through Chinju forest, sighing at your companion's carefree nature. He chuckled, " You want me to be serious huh?" You nodded," yes! It'd be- wa-!" Your sentence was cut off as your back hit a tree bark, your eyes leveling with none other than Heizou's himself. You shifted as he gazed at you in silence, noticing how he got much closer as each moment passed. His lips barely apart from your ear, he whispered, "Is this serious enough for you?.....(Y/n)."

Xiao

Eternal acquaintances to lovers

"You guys just loveee drawing on his face while he's sleeping don't you" you chuckled, feeling the cool breeze as other 4 yakshas drew little shapes on the face of the one sleeping. "Oh you know his expression is priceless whenever he finds out what we did!" Bosacius laughed.

"Do you ever know when to take a break?!" You were used to scolding him, and he was used to hearing it. A little too used to it. "Don't you smile when I'm here telling you to take care of yourself!"

Your eyes opened slowly, sounds of fireworks and a hand stroking your hair waking you up. You rubbed the haze out of your eyes, "Did they already start?" You pushed yourself up from what you thought to be ground, but lifting your head up you realised it was, "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-" He shushed you, gazing down at you gently as his thumb stroked your cheek. Your face grew warm as you sat up to avoid his stare, only to be turned around, feeling his head on your shoulder, his breath on your neck sending shivers down your spine. "S-Shouldn't you watch the fireworks as well?" You stuttered out, not able to focus on the display yourself. He just sighed, tightening his grip around you.

Zhongli

Newly shifted neighbours to lovers

He was in the middle of pouring himself some freshly brewed tea when a knock landed on his door. Your head tilted upwards to look at the tall male. You didn't know what you expected your neighbour to look like but you certainly didn't think of this. He looked... ethereal. "Umm I just shifted here and please take this." You handed him a paper bag. He looked at it and then at you, smiling, "Grace me with your company over some tea?"

"You really don't have to stay up this late for me." You said apologetically to the man sitting beside you, helping you with your thesis you had to write last minute. "It's totally okay. So as I was saying, this part of Liyue------" this went on for hours until he saw you rubbing your eyes. He chuckled," Is Liyue's history that boring?" "Wha- no of course not! It's interesting. I've never thought Liyue had so much to it." You smiled. A large hand came up to cup your cheek, making you look at him, and suddenly you realised how close you two were sitting for all this time. "Sleep's evident in your eyes" he noted as your eyes became hazy with sleep, "I'll take you to bed. My little dove."

Albedo

Klee's babysitter to lovers

"Klee no bombing the fishes again!!" You said to the little girl, so done with her shenanigans for this week. The little girl pouted, looking down until an idea popped into her head, "Lets go see Albedo then!" She smiled.

The little ball of sunshine was sleeping peacefully in the corner of Albedo's lab wrapped in two blankets while you laid beside her, trying to fall asleep as well because you had nothing to do and there was nothing Albedo needed help with, but the cold was making it too difficult. Were you actually jealous of a little girl's pyro vision? Absolutely not. You don't know when you fell asleep, or rather, passed out.

'Oh. They're both sleeping peacefully.' He walked up to the two of you, quickly noting how your face looked a little pale. His fingertips touched your skin 'Cold' he thought.

The little girl was the first one awake," Albedo! I had this dre-" she cut herself short when she noticed her brother sleeping too...while holding you close to his chest. "Maybe Klee should sleep some more~!"

Razor

Pack members to lovers

The chase of two little pups continued in wolvendom until they reached Andreas, where they started their chase back to their destination, their minds on the piece of juicy meat the winner will get.

Some things never really change, like you and Razor having a game of chase. The difference is, however, he's chasing you this time and you two's size differences now that you've all grown up. You landed on the ground with a soft thud, your back hitting the soft grass as you saw Razor on top of you, his skin glistening in sweat as he gave you a cheery smile, "I won again (n/n)!" You playfully rolled your eyes, "Yeah yeah I get you're faster than m- eep-! Razor-!" You giggled, trying to move away as he started licking your face and neck. His hands tightened around your wrists," No running far anymore" He whined.

Chongyun

Strangers to lovers

"But I asked for that popsicle first!"

"And I saw it first!"

"I'm their regular customer!"

"Not like I have them once a year!"

You bit off a little chunk of Chongun's icy popsicle," Hey what did I say about no having my popsicle!" You laughed, getting closer to him all of a sudden," Well if you don't want to share this popsicle, I can always make do with the other one you have~" thump

Yes he fainted.

Diluc

[Childhood known] Bartender-owner relationship to lovers

"If you'd like, you can work at my tavern. I can use the help and you can use the money." A kind offer he made to his childhood neighbour when you came back from sumeru and needed a job, not wanting to stay away from your homeland.

A soft cry left your lips when a broken glass shard pricked your hand, you continued picking up the glass pieces the customer accidentally broke, ignoring the bleeding hand 'I'd have to mop the floor anyway.' A strong yet gentle grip pulled you up and towards the sink to wash and dress your wound, "Why'd you ignore it?" You bit your lip, not knowing how to answer. "Be careful next time." He sighed.

The number of people were relatively less today, maybe because of the windbloom festival, giving you an opportunity to relax and unwind with a drink yourself. The door opened as you turned your head to see who it was. "Ah master Diluc! Let me go get you some grape juice-" You were about to stand up when two arms caged you against the counter, leaning towards you," Stop calling me that. It's Diluc for you. Just Diluc."

Ajax

Contract marriage

'To stay with party A's family and take care of party A's siblings, treat A like a husband in front of A's family. The contract shall last for three years.'

Signed, (Y/n)

It's been 2 years since you signed that contract, staying with Childe's family wasn't bad, they all treated you very nicely and that a corner of your heart knew that your family was now out of bankruptcy because of this, you were content....for the most part anyway.

"Look who's home~!" A very excited Childe emerged through the main door, his servants taking away the bags he was carrying as he picked up Teucer. "I brought you Mr. Cyclopes figurine Teucer!" You smiled to yourself as you watched each of his sibling hug their older brother, used to watching the scene from afar at this point. What you didn't expect was him making his way up to you, his height towering over yours as you looked up at him confused, your face flushing as he pulled you closer to him by your waist, kissing your forehead, "How have you been my love?"

"G-Good." You stuttered out. All his siblings left the living room to give you two some privacy, happy to see the sight. He brushed the strands away from your face, looking into your eyes," Sorry about that. But I missed you. I don't know why, maybe because I look forward to seeing you now." Your eyes widened, "And... I want to take you with me the next time I leave. If you'll join me."

'Because It's not just a contract to me anymore (Y/n).' He thought.

Xingqui

Library crushes to lovers

Your eyes peeked over the book to look at the blue haired male, quickly hiding behind it again as his eyes fell on you. "Oh god please tell me he didn't see me." You muttered to yourself.

"The realm of humans was known as the Zhongzhou, while the gods reside in Shenxiao. At the end of-------" he kept explaining the plot of his favourite book, not like you weren't listening, but half your focus was on looking at him.

"Umm (Y/n). There's this new book shop that opened in north Liyue. Will you join me tomorrow?" Both your faces were warm when he said the words as you nodded shyly.

Itto

Oni dynamic

"Haha I won again! Take that (Y/n)!" The little oni jumped up as he came out victorious again. "Alright alright no need to rub it in the face Mr. Onikabuto."

"Do you really have to leave (Y/n)?" You nodded as tears pricked your eyes, hearing the sad tone from your oni friend who you've always heard cheery no matter the situation.

"As my great partner (Y/n) came back after years of staying in Natlan, they'll be joining the one and oni Arataki gang! Isn't that great!?" The said oni swung an arm around your shoulder as you ducked, "Your arm's heavy Itto!" "Of course it is I'm an Oni you know! You don't expect me to weigh like a twing do you?" He wiggled his eyebrows. "But boss should we trust them? I mean-" "Well of course! I know (Y/n) for agesss do you think I'll take just anyone into the great Arataki gang huh!?" He pointed smugly to himself as you sighed. Yup, he'll never change, and you won't have him any other way.

Kamisato ayato

Arrange marriage

Your eyes faced the floor of komore teahouse during the whole conversation of your father and the head of Kamisato Clan, accompanied with his sister and their most trusted servant. You saw the two Clan heads shaking hands from the corner of your eyes, knowing everything is sealed. You never even saw what your to-be husband looked like.

"Wouldn't you look at me even now (Y/n)?" Gentle voice of your soon to-be husband spoke as he held both your hands in his significantly bigger ones as the priest made preparations to start the wedding rituals. You swallowed nervously as you slowly looked up, your eyes falling on the mesmerizing lilac ones.

An arm wrapped around your waist from behind while the other one took away the hairbrush in your hand, placing it on the dresser as kisses were placed on your neck," My gorgeous wife." You closed your eyes, leaning your head back against his shoulder," Says the man who gave that word a meaning."

Bennett

Adventurer-medic to lovers

"Yup, bad luck again." You sighed as you bandaged his knee again. "I'm sorry (Y/n), for troubling you so much. I try to be careful but..." he rubbed the back of his head. "I know Benny, not your fault, just your luck." He nodded, giving you a thumbs up and a cheery smile as you finished bandaging his wound. "Butttt" you intergected when he was about to say something, "Nothing some tasty Chicken-Mushroom Skewers can't solve!" His eyes started sparkling the moment you said those words, making you giggle. "Yay let's go!"

Kazuha

Crew mates to lovers

"Wait up please!" You yelled to the ship that was about to leave the docks of Inazuma. You ran as fast as you could against the wooden planks 'Bad day to be wearing a Kimono damn it.' Apparently your voice wasn't loud enough for the Captain of The Crux to hear and your heart already started grimacing the loss of boarding the ship just a foot away as it started leaving. A sudden gust of wind lifted you up as your eyes closed shut in terror, the next time you opened them, you were on the ship, with nothing but a maple leaf in your hand.

You were leaning against the railing of the ship, looking at the vast ocean in fasination until a strong gust of wind passed, swaying your footing, almost tumbling you over but a hand to your wrist pulled you back just in time before it could happen. Your breath was caught in the throat due to the event, and because of the stranger with platinum hair and ruby eyes that saved your life. He was.... breathtaking. "Careful, the wind can be flickering unexpectedly once in a while. It's a vast ocean after all." He smiled.

Venti

Troublemaker and muse

You raised an eyebrow as your beer fell off the table, a person climbing on it instead. You looked up to see who it was, silently grimacing over your spilled beer. "Are you gonna pay for my beer or not" you said looking up at him while he ran his fingers along the lyre, "I'll pay you back with my wonderful performance~!" You sighed in irritation.

Your form busted through the tavern's door in the middle of the night, scanning over your surroundings before your eyes landed on the mop of green you were looking for. You swiftly made your way over, carrying the windy bard over your shoulder like a potato sack as you slid a pouch of mora in master Diluc's direction with an apologetic smile. "Put me downnnn I wanna kiss you!!" He whined on your shoulder as your face matched Master Diluc's hair.

Thoma

Ayaka's best friend

"Here let me help you with that." He took the heavy looking bags from your hand just as you entered the Kamisato estate. "Ah thank you Thoma." You smiled at him.

"I'm also inviting (Y/n)." Ayaka spoke to her brother over supper and Thoma couldn't help but chime in," If they're coming, It'd be great if I can make their favourite dish." Ayaka and Ayato gave each other knowing looks as Thoma looked between them, confused, "Did I say something wrong?"

"I'm sure (Y/n) could use some help for this event. I hand this task to you Thoma." Said Ayaka as she gently pushed him into a room and slid the door closed so he couldn't escape. "Thoma it's you-!" You squeaked, surprised by the sudden entrance. "Y-Yes Lady (Y/n). Lady Ayaka said I should help you if you were to face any difficulties. So do you need any assistance?" He scratched the back of his head. Your eyes fell onto the kimono belt in your head and then at him, your cheeks warming, "N-No it's fine." He wordlessly came towards you, taking the fabric from your hand, silently waiting for you to turn around as permission. You did, your breath getting caught in your throat as you felt his hands do their work, his hot breath hitting the back of your neck. A few moments passed, your head becoming lightheaded with each second until he did the final knot, whispering in your ear, "It's done, my princess."

Gorou

Subordinates to lovers

"Bear with it" you said as you poured the disinfectant over your commander's bleeding gash. He suppressed a hiss as you blowed on the wound in hopes to make it feel less burning. "Can you be more careful Gorou? There was no reason for you to come in front of me to stop that arrow!" You glared at him. "Your mother entrusted you to me (Y/n)" he tried reasoning. "As if Lady Kokomi didn't tell me to bring you back safe and sound!" He just chuckled at that.

You were laying down on the make shift infirmary's bed when a very happy Gorou emerged through the door, out of breath as if he ran all this way (yes he did) "(Y/n)! We did it! The war's over!" He ran over to you and hugged you tightly, you noticing how his tail was swaying back and forth. You chuckled. "I'm so happy (Y/n)! I can finally ask your mother for your hand in marri-" Your eyes widened.

"Oh god i shouldn't have said it like that- (Y/n)? (Y/n)?! Oh god don't faint-!"

Mhm, franatic Gorou is pretty cutee~

Kaeya

Fake dating

"Oh~, who is this pretty person beside you Kaeya?" Lisa ask, intrigued. "My partner." Kaeya smiled.

That was five months ago.

You two sawyed from side to side to the silent beat of the music as you looked at him, "So when is your 'target' arriving Kaeya? It's been 4 hours." "Oh don't worry. He'll be here soon enough. My brother can be a little late. He is returning to Mondstadt after months after all." He replied, looking into your eyes just as the venue's door opened to reveal the said man. In the blink of an eye, Kaeya's face was buried in the crook of your neck, " The hell are you doing?!" You whisper yelled at the man, not knowing what he was up to now. If you knew something about Kaeya, it was his unpredictable mind. "Just making sure my brother believes this of course. He has very keen eyes for lies you see. I want to prove to him that I can infact find an adequate partner for myself." "You sure it's not because of that 5 dozen wine bottles he put at stake." "That's just an added bonus!" He smirked as he rose up to his full height, taking your chin in between his finger and thumb, bringing your face closer to his, " Plus, Who knows? I might actually persue it to make it real."

Neuvillette

Second chance [mates][immortal reader- non specified species]

"I'll wait for you" said the man you loved so dearly with a solemn look in his eyes. "Don't" was all you said before you departed to the underworld, having not done anything wrong yet having no choice.

A hundred years passed since your own lover sealed your verdict, your heart wrenching with pain each time you think of it. 'He had his reasons. It's for the sake of fontaine.' Your heart longed for the hydro dragon, but you've made your heart think that 'He must have wanted this.'

The day finally came when you reached the surface again, and what you didn't expect was to see him waiting at the entrance. "Neuvillette...." You whispered, your eyes trying to drink back the tears they started producing on their own. The said man walked towards you in slow strides, his mind detached from his surroundings except you. Strong arms engulfed you in a delicate embrace, cradling you against his chest as if you were made of porcelain. And as much as your mind told you to pull away, your hands only gripped him tighter, crying against him. A few moments passed when you looked up at him, " Where's your partner?" Your heart broke as you asked that question, but you needed to know. "Right in front of me." He whispered. It was hard for you to believe him, you expected him to move on. "Did you forget.." he started, his lips placing a delicate kiss on the corner of your lips," That dragons mate for life?"

Wriothesley

Classic Husband x Wife

As soon as you stepped foot into your husband's office, the door being shut behind you, you heard fumbling noise. You made your way up the rounded stairs, crossing your arms over your chest as you made your way over to him, "Don't tell me you're drinking tea again Wriothesley." You narrowed your eyes at him. "No of course not. Why would I drink more when you set a boundary of 7 per day" he chuckled. "Oh?" You raised an eyebrow, leaning against his desk as you wiped the corner of his lips," What's this then?" You showed him the sugar powder on your fingertip. He chuckled nervously, "You see-"

Gentle kisses across your face is what woke you up, your hand tightening against the fabric....wait. You looked up and around you, realising you're in Wriothesley's office and in his lap, clutching onto his shirt. He softly kissed your forehead," Morning sunshine. Ready to go to the surface today?"

Lyney

Opposites attract

"Well someone looks a little out of it on a fine day like this." Your footsteps came to a halt as a guy stopped in front of you. His hand came up and passed by the side of your hair," Let me make it a little better" he chuckled as he pulled a rose 'out of your hair.' It was pretty, you thought taking it from him and giving him a small smile,"Thank you."

You pulled him along with you by his ear gently while he tried keeping up with your pace," I was just entertaining them!" He reasoned as you continued walking," You were clearly still there when they told you they didn't wanna see your tricks." "But it looked like they could use some help!" He whined. "Not everyone deserves you lifting up their spirits Lyney." You sighed. "Well, I can always lift your spirits up. If you know what I mean." Bonk

Freminet

Fated divers

Your hands splashed the water around you as oxygen depleted at a fast rate from your body, you tried tugging on the vines tightly wrapped around your foot in hopes to break them but they won't let up. You extended your arms up in an attempt to swim back to the surface but it was becoming harder by the second. It wasn't long before black dots started covering your vision and you started sinking further down.

Your eyes open with a start, the endless water still surrounding you but there was a stranger, with his lips on yours.

"Hey there Freminet~!"

"Oh hi (Y/n)" he gave you a small smile, looking up from where he was tinkering with clockwork. "I got you Seabird Sojourn!" You smiled as you sat beside him, looking closely at the details of his doing. You took his hand into yours, making his freckled cheeks blush a pink hue," Let's eat first before it gets cold."

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