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ticklystuff · 10 months ago

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Feather Weather

a/n: i had a silly little idea last year and decided to run with it

wc: ~1.8k

summary: ayato knits a sweater for thoma out of the goodness of his heart

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"Go on, open it."

Thoma held the box in his hand, looking warily between the unopened parcel and his lord standing in front of him. Gifts from Ayato were always the.. special kind that often resulted in humiliation of some form, usually nothing more than the playful sort, yet were common enough to condition Thoma that keeping his guard up around this particular Kamisato was more than necessary. The seemingly innocent smile that Ayato wore well was no longer enough to fool Thoma at this point.

"What's wrong?" His expression morphed into one of genuine curiosity, yet Thoma knew better, his ears tuned to pick out the traces of mischief often laced into Ayato's voice.

Surprisingly, his voice was clean.

"You know exactly why!" He said after moments of hesitation, prompting an amused chuckle from his lord.

"I'm curious as to what you think could possibly be inside the box," Ayato mused with a delighted glint in his eyes, clearly reveling in the apprehension.

"Anything!" Thoma huffed with a pout. "You manage to turn anything into a prank!"

"You flatter me."

"M'lord, please," came the usual sigh of dismay, contrasting the comical giggles that escaped Ayato's mouth. "I'm not going on anymore boba runs for you if this is something bad."

"Alright, alright," Ayato shook his head, heeding the warning, "I assure you that there's nothing wrong with the gift."

Thoma raised an eyebrow, reading Ayato's voice for the inevitable lie. "You promise?"

"I promise." Ayato proceeded to place a palm to his own heart, ending the gesture with a firm nod. "It was made with love, of course."

"Or demonic ambition."

"And love," Ayato tacked on, flashing a wink that Thoma could only respond with an eye roll.

Despite his suspicions, the package itself lacked hints of ulterior motives. The blue ribbons with silver trimmings were held together over the beige gift box in the form of an awkward bow, handiwork that could belong to none other than Ayato himself. Arts and crafts were not exactly his forte, indicating that Ayato had a direct hand with the package, which only served to further keep Thoma on edge.

Glancing at the parcel with hesitation, Thoma lifted the box and gave it a gentle shake, straining his ears as he repeated the motion twice more. Whatever was inside didn't create much force from the inside, barely tapping against the inner walls of the box. Clothes, maybe?

His fingers pinched at the ends of the ribbons, tugging gently to let the thin piece of cloth fall away, revealing the white cardboard box underneath. Slowly, his fingers pushed at the top and Thoma braced himself for what might just jump out at him, but was pleasantly surprised at what looked to be a sweater. He lifted the sweater from the box, eyes gleaning over the warm orange threads as his fingers dug into the soft material. "Where'd you get this?" was all Thoma could murmur, taking in the sweater in awe.

"I made it myself, of course," Ayato said with pride. "Only crafted with the finest material during my trip to Fontaine. I ran into Chiori along the way and she guided me during the process."

"It looks amazing, m'lord!" Thoma gushed, eyes going over the sweater repeatedly. "Thank you, thank you so much! I-I'm going to wear it now, if that's alright!"

"It's yours, so do with it as you please," Ayato chuckled. "It's the perfect time for sweater weather, after all."

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The sweater was everything.

It perfectly fit his body without being too snug, allowing for plenty of wiggle room, it was of notably high quality with how the fabric felt delightful against his skin, it even smelled faintly of vanilla, but most importantly, it was warm. And what paired better with a snuggly sweater on a snowy day?

Candles.

Thoma hummed to himself as he sorted through the variety of candles he kept neatly arranged, eyes scanning the shelf for the perfect scent to match his mood. Cinnamon was a classic choice, or he could go with one of the newer ones Ayaka had brought home from Fontaine-

"Ack!"

The sudden feeling of arms wrapped around his waist interrupted his candle perusing, but his nerves were put at ease with the familiar sensation of another's cheek gently nuzzling the crook of his neck. All these years working under the Kamisatos, yet Ayato always managed to sneak around, flying under his nose.

"Enjoying the sweater, love?" Ayato's voice softly brushed against the skin of his neck, sending tingles down his spine.

Thoma could only reply with a simple "mhm" as he relaxed into Ayato's hold, sighing whenever Ayato nuzzled into his neck. Strange to be holding such an intimate moment in the Kamisato Estate's storage closet, but Thoma would take anything he could get, what with his lord always having his hands full, not to mention being pulled away for so long during his recent trip to Fontaine. The occasional kiss to his skin and the gentle caress of Ayato's fingers under his sweater were enough to make his brain stir, causing Thoma to—

Wait a moment....

Ayato's fingers.. under his sweater??

What- How did they get there? His hands repeatedly patted at his abdomen where Ayato's hands currently rested against his thin undershirt, protected by the fluffy material of his new sweater. Surely he would've noticed Ayato's sneaky hands slipper under the hem of his sweater, yet somehow they've managed to evade his watch.

"Something the matter?" His tone was innocent, yet there was that familiar artificial tinge to his lord's sickenly sweet voice.

Something was up.

"M'lord.." Thoma's voice tremored as it dawned that he most likely played into whatever the devil himself had planned.

Yet the sickly sweet gestures persisted, now with gentle but firm grip to undoubtedly keep Thoma in place the minute he attempted an escape. "The little holes in the sweater are so convenient," Ayato explained, perfectly reading Thoma's mind. "They make it so convenient for times like these."

"Holes?! Why does the sweater have holes?! Did you not have the budget for fabric?" Thoma couldn't even begin to wrap his head around what purpose this would serve, let alone how he never noticed such a detail, or lack thereof, in the first place. This would teach him to never get too excited over what should've been a harmless gift, archon forbid.

Ayato hummed in response, drumming his fingers against Thoma's torso that made the blond fidget. "Ah, you seem to be misunderstood," he sing-songed, his chin resting atop Thoma's shoulder. "It's an intended feature, of course. I can show you, if you'd like."

He was too afraid to ask, not that it mattered in the end.

"Wah- no! Nohoho! Whahahat are you dohohoing?!"

"Mm, is it not obvious?"

It was a rhetorical question, no doubt, yet there was a sliver of hope that Thoma himself was mistaken, only for those thoughts to be quickly dashed when Ayato's hands persisted, running up the length of Thoma's torso, each touch penetrating the thin material of his undershirt to make the blond squirm. His body twisted and squirmed in response, his own hands grasping uselessly at the other set currently messing with him, anything to escape whatever Ayato had planned.

"Isn't it excellent? A comfy sweater designed for easy access to tickle its wearer," Ayato expressed in low tone, bordering a whisper, though he made no attempt at masking the amusement in his voice.

"B-But you tihihickle mehehe all the tihihime!" Thoma managed through his snickers, squealing when one of Ayato's hands sneakily squeezed at one of his pecs.

"But this is more fun, no?"

"NOHOho!" The desperate cry was enough for Ayato to laugh alongside the giggly retainer, a contrasting mix to Thoma's own frantic laughter. He could just picture the smirk playing on his lips. "EheheheHAHA! Let gohoho! Stahahap!"

"Mmm, but I don't believe I can, even if I wanted to," Ayato remarked. "If you keep moving, my hands will be tangled up in the sweater. Best you do your best and sit still."

But he couldn't, not with how methodical the tickling was. Ayato wasn't the type to go in for the kill, as Thoma knew very well, often going through the bits and pieces in a more systemic way. A pinch to his side, tweaks to his ribs, finger drabbles along his underarms, even going so far to poke at his navel. Thoma could never get a read when he needed it the most, often distracted by Ayato's signature brand of teasing that somehow elevated the subtle pricks into something more unbearable, dissolving Thoma into helpless giggles the further his defenses broke down.

"And, y'know, why stop at sweaters?" Ayato pondered over Thoma's laughter. "Pants with slits at the hips, some modified tabis, maybe even just borrowing a crop top from the traveler."

The teases were enough to send Thoma over the edge, unable to protest once Ayato went down the list of clothing choices he could potentially threaten Thoma with. Laughter after laughter poured over, filling the small storage room with hapless shrieks as Ayato's hands made the most of the custom sweater and its unfortunate victim.

"HeheHAHA! No! Cohohome ohohon! Stahahap PLEAHAH-!"

Despite the menace Ayato often lived up to be, there was still the other side of the coin, the merciful part that knew not overburden his favorite tickle victim. Per routine, the tickling ebbed to a relaxed rhythm, still procuring giggles, while allowing Thoma more leeway to breathe, before his fingers came to steady stop, drumming along Thoma's torso once more as they awaited the blond's next action. Now, with the loosened grip, Thoma used the opportunity to quickly detach himself from Ayato before his lord could have a change of heart, allowing himself to catch his breath, ignoring the smug smirk that Ayato wore well.

"I'm fixing this sweater," Thoma finally exhaled.

"No! You absolutely cannot!" There was a genuine tinge of disappointment behind Ayato's voice, one that didn't commonly occur. "I put a lot of effort into making this."

"Yeah, a lot of effort for evil," Thoma snapped with a tilt of his head.

"It started out with love, I assure you," Ayato explained, shifting his eyes about. "I might have gotten sidetracked during the process, but I can make you a normal one, as long as you promise to keep this one.. and maybe occasionally wear it every once in a while."

Thoma opened his mouth to respond, only for a sigh to escape his lips at the ridiculous request, yet the puppy eyes Ayato flashed him practically forced him to reconsider. "Alright, alright."

"Fantastic!" Ayato's eyes lit up at the response.

"Uh-uh, but on one condition," Thoma tacked on, earning himself a curious glance. "I get to make you an identical piece. That way we'll be matching for sweater weather."

#thomato #thoma #ayato #genshin impact #tickling

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bleachbrainrotbro · 9 months ago

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Ayato flushed red for a moment, taking a second to process. He cleared his throat after a little bit of staring with his mouth slightly agape. “R-right, sorry. I believe it is best to find them before they harm anyone.” He nodded his head slightly. He almost immediately slipped back into work mode and calmed down. He could deal with the fluttering of his heart later. “Let’s catch them first?”

“Me?-“ his cheeks flushed barely. “Or the note?” He asked, attempting to recover his phlegmatic expression. He looked over the note and walked inside, gently picking it up.

“they left it here for us, so we might as well read it, since they were so kind…” he muttered. He opened the note and handed it to her, letting her read it first. “I don’t think they would do anything too drastic.”

#deputy-kuki-shinobu #ayato kamisato #//that’s okay same here lmaooo why I rp mainly male muses 😭

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cegantheayugipi · 2 years ago

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That Time I got Boba Boarded by the Yashiro Commissioner (Ayato x reader)

An Ayato x reader enemies to lovers smut oneshot

Word count: 5.4k

Summary: As a prominent figure in Inazuma, Kamisato Ayato has lived through many assassination attempts. When yours fails miserably and you end up being captured, your interrogation ends far differently from the previous ones Ayato had conducted.

Warnings: MINORS PLEASE DNI AS THIS IS A SMUT!!

Tags include: gratuitous smut, sex toys, bondage/mild BDSM, voyeurism, master/servant dynamics, use of boba during sex (hehe)

You were just waking up from a really, really good nap. As a matter of fact, you felt like it might have been the best sleep of your life. You groaned as you began to stretch out your limbs, only to realize that they were somehow restricted. You opened your eyes – but all you could see were faint specks of light through the weave of a dark fabric that covered them. Twisting your body slightly, you realized you were tied to a chair, your wrists and ankles bound to the furniture by some sort of rope.

“You’re finally awake…good.”

A voice echoed through the room, and although you couldn’t tell which direction it came from, you could immediately tell who it was.

The damn Yashiro commissioner, Kamisato Ayato.

“W-where have you taken me?” You shouted, your voice hoarse from disuse while being unconscious.

“Oh, my.” He mused, and the sound of footsteps scuffling across the ground told you he was approaching where you were sitting blindfolded and tied up. “You seem to misunderstand that you’re not in the position to be asking questions here.”

Your breath caught in your throat as you realized where exactly you had found yourself – tied up, in an unknown location, at the mercy of the man you had been sent to kill.

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Thinking back, you cursed the ones who sent you on such an absurd mission.

‘This will be easy.’

‘Look for the white robes and the blue hair.’

‘Reel him in, and go for the kill.’

You had been sent to assassinate one of the most prominent figures in Inazuma. They didn’t care how you did it – they just knew you were particularly effective amongst young men. With what little information you had been given and what was public knowledge about the Yashiro Commissioner, you went into this mission confidently…too confidently.

Most of the Commissioners, while intelligent, had little fighting prowess; you didn’t anticipate that the Yashiro Commissioner actually had the strength to back up his title. Usually the people you were tasked with sending to the devil were weak, stupid, or both. You could easily cozy up to them, flirt with them, then take their life before they could even realize what you were doing. Thus, the last thing you expected was to be outsmarted at your own game…

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“Here’s how things are going to work.” Kamisato Ayato spoke curtly, his tone sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re going to tell me who sent you, and I’ll see if I’m in a forgiving mood. If your information proves useful enough, I’ll be merciful and hand you over to the Tenryou Commission for punishment.”

A shiver went down your spine. Was the Tenryou Commission seen as merciful? You knew if you were handed over to them with the crime you were caught trying to commit, you would never see the light of day again.

“W-wait, I-”

“I’m going to ask you a question.” Ayato cuts you off, unwilling to let you contest anything. However, he paused and you heard a slurping sound…it sounded like he was drinking something through a straw. You tilted your head, confused why he would be taking a break from an interrogation to drink.

The slurping ended, and Ayato let out a sigh before finally continuing.

“Who do you work for?”

“I-I don’t know.” You stuttered, trying to answer as quickly as you could. “I just get sent the request through a third party and then I pick up the payment from a random location when I’m done but I don’t even do this a lot I just go for young men who are easy to seduce- ”

“Oh?” Ayato cut you off, and you could feel something press against the underside of your chin. He was using one hand to tilt your head upwards to face him, although all you could see through the blindfold was a shadow. “So you make a habit out of killing the men you fuck?”

“N-no, I mean…” You trailed off, realizing the Yashiro Commissioner was right. You’ve never slept with someone who you hadn’t later killed. And although you couldn’t see it, Ayato was smirking.

You heard a low rumble come from him – was he…laughing? Little did you know, your reaction to his question told him everything. Ayato was laughing at how pathetic you really were. You weren’t a sword for hire, you were a whore with a blade.

Ayato’s demeanor immediately became serious again.

“You’re going to tell me the names of everyone you work with.” He continued to question you.

“I-I don’t know any names-”

The finger on your chin transformed into a painfully tight grip as Ayato grabbed your jaw with one hand and tilted your head up until you were facing the ceiling. You tried to wrench your head away, but he was simply too strong. Your entire body was shocked as you felt something ice-cold pour over your face and down your nose, forcing you to cough and sputter as you tasted something sweet and syrupy in the back of your throat.

Ayato’s hand moved again, wrenching your mouth open to force whatever sweet drink this was down your throat. That was when you could feel soft pillowy pearls in your mouth, and you realized the Yashiro Commissioner was drinking fucking boba.

You sputtered and coughed as you choked on his drink, unable to close your mouth as you writhed beneath his iron grip. Ayato began to smile as he watched you choke on the boba pearls; Despite what he would say to anyone witnessing such an act, he appeared to be getting personal pleasure from this.

Even after he finished pouring the sweet drink all over your face, you continued to choke on the boba pearls. You tried to swallow them while simultaneously trying to get the milk tea out of your nose. Shuddering, you finally were able to breathe and speak properly.

“Fuck you, Kamisato Ayato!”

The blue-haired Yashiro Commissioner merely smirked.

“Is that a challenge?” Ayato quipped, and your eyes went wide beneath the blindfold.

Despite the situation, you somehow began to feel turned on. There was a heat that grew between your legs, and you wished your knees weren’t tied apart like this so you could at least rub your thighs together. It was strangely hot being tied up and blindfolded like this by one of Inazuma’s hottest men.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” You growled, ignoring the desire that began to build in your stomach.

“You’ve already failed once.” Ayato mused, “What makes you think you’ll ever succeed?”

You could feel a finger trail its way from your chin to down your neck and your sternum. It brushed across your chest, landing on one nipple. You let out an audible gasp as you realized nothing was between the finger and your sensitive skin.

“Where are my clothes?!” You exclaimed, alarmed yet somehow even more turned on. You felt the finger on your nipple turn into a painful pinch as Ayato rolled it between his thumb and forefinger.

“Ngh~!” Your pained whine came out far too much like a moan.

While the first hand was fixated on one breast, a second one came to land at the center of your stomach. It began to trail lower and lower, reaching your sensitive nether region, one finger running between your lips and picking up some of the slick that had started to pool between your thighs. Your cunt clenched at the realization you were wearing nothing down there either, and your drooling pussy had been on display for Ayato this whole time.

“Just as I expected.” Ayato chuckled. “You really are more like a whore for hire than an assassin. So turned on, and all I did was tie you up for questioning.”

Ayato’s wet fingers reached your mouth, and you didn’t bother to fight back. You willingly accepted his fingers as they pushed past your lips, and you swirled your tongue around them. The taste of the salty musk of your arousal mixed with traces of the sweet milky tea from the boba he had just poured into your mouth, making it feel like you were eating a dessert rather than eating your own cum.

When he finally withdrew his fingers from your mouth, you were out of breath. You panted as you tried to calm down the arousal that was making your pussy drool like nothing else.

“As much as I would like to play with you some more, I still have questions that need answering.” Ayato spoke sternly. Both hands left your body, and you had to suppress the whine of protest that threatened to escape your lips. “Although, I believe we can still have some fun while getting answers from you.”

“Huh?” You asked, confused and nervous about what he was saying. Interrogation usually meant torture. Was he really going to torture you and enjoy it?

That was when you felt something cold and smooth press against your lower lips. The arousal that had gathered there allowed it to slip into you easily, slowly parting your tender lips and entering your folds.

You let out a whine, attempting to push your hips towards whatever it was, but you seemed to be tied up in such a way that your entire body had little to no freedom to move.

As Ayato pushed the small ceramic egg into you, he watched as you writhed with pleasure. He smirked – once the egg was all the way inside of you, he pressed a button on a remote control and the egg began to vibrate loudly.

“Aaah~!” You moaned, your cunt clenching around the egg. It was wide enough to stretch you a little, but not long enough to completely fill you, leaving your entrance quivering and wanting more.

Then, you were surprised again as a blue glow began to fill the room. You could barely see it through your blindfold, so you knew something was coming, but you were still completely caught off guard as you felt something warm, wet, and slippery slide across your breasts.

“Wh-what is that?!” You whined, your voice shaking.

“It’s some technology from Fontaine. A vibrating egg that can be controlled remotely.” Ayato explained bluntly. You could feel the slimy tendrils slip around one breast, squeezing and pulling at one nipple.

“N-no, what’s that?” You panted, beginning to feel far too turned on for your own good.

“Ah.” Ayato nodded, although you couldn’t see it. “Some people have been granted elemental visions. Mine, as you surely know, grants me the gift of Hydro.”

Ayato paused, and you could feel a second tendril tighten around your other breast.

“And as I am certain you know, the power of water is its ability to take any shape.”

You gasped as you felt a third one slide down your lower stomach, reaching your clit. It tightened around your sensitive nib, rubbing and pulling at it, forcing gasps and moans out of you.

Knowing this was completely controlled by Ayato was almost enough to make you orgasm on the spot. The pressure was building and building, and your growing moans and quivering entrance told Ayato exactly what was happening.

The tendrils rubbing at your clit and nipples combined with the vibration deep within your pussy was far too much, sending you on a straight path over the edge of an orgasm, but Ayato didn’t want that.

Just as you thought you might finally cum, all movement stopped. The egg no longer vibrated and the Hydro tentacles fell so still you thought they must not even be there anymore. Your encroaching climax immediately faded away, your body shuddering at the loss of orgasm.

“No!” You exclaimed, struggling against your binds. “Why did you stop?”

“I want names.” Ayato spoke coldly.

“I-I told you, I don’t know anyone’s names! They keep me in the dark about that kind of stuff!”

“You’re going to give me names. Details. Descriptions.” Ayato continued. With a click, the egg came roaring back to life, the vibrations far stronger than before. The tendrils of Hydro snapped around your nipples and clit, pulling and dragging fiercely against your sensitive buds.

A scream left your lips – too fast, too fast.

Your climax returned faster than ever, building and building until-

As fast as the motions had started, they fell still once again. You let out a cry as once again, an orgasm was cruelly stolen from you.

“Please, please I’ll tell you everything!” You blubbered, straining against the binds that tied you to the chair.

“Go on.” Ayato spoke flatly.

“T-they send me a letter to my house with a request and the bounty value. Once I’m done, and word gets out that the target is dead, they send me a second one with a location where I’ll find the payment. It’s a different place each time, but I remember all of them so I can show you-”

“Not good enough.” Ayato cut you off. With a click, everything sprung to life again, just as aggressively as before.

Once again, you let out a shrill scream. Your eyes rolled back in your head as your orgasm approached even faster this time.

And once again, right at the precipice, your climax was stolen from you as everything fell still.

“No, no, no!” You cried, tears beginning to run down your face at the third orgasm stolen from you.

You were desperate for pleasure. You were desperate to be filled, to be fucked, to be bred. This was unbearable. You wished Ayato would just fuck you. Abuse you with his dick. Use you. Even if you were just going to be discarded afterwards, you craved him so badly.

“Tell me everything.” Ayato spoke lowly, eyeing the wetness that dripped from your blindfold.

“Please, Master Ayato I want your cock-”

A sharp strike across your face stunned you – but also turned you on. Your pussy clenched around the egg, although the device from Fontaine wasn’t moving anymore.

Ayato had slapped you, and it only turned you on even more.

“That wasn’t what I meant.” Ayato spoke coolly. “But if that’s really all you have left to say, you have to beg.”

You didn’t have any time to respond – the egg sprung back to life on full blast, the tendrils of Hydro tightening around your clit and nipples once again. You wailed, feeling your orgasm build and build once again, knowing it would all be rudely taken from you again.

Mere seconds later, everything slowed to a crawl. The egg was barely vibrating, and the Hydro tentacles massaged you delicately. You whined at the reduction in motion, but this was better than a complete loss of pleasure.

“I said beg.” Another sharp slap across your face brought you back to reality.

“M-master Ayato, I swear I’ll be good. I’ll please you so good. Just give me your cock, I want it so bad. I need it so bad.” You squirmed in your seat, blubbering, fat tears rolling down your face.

“Then prove it.”

With a sharp yank, your chair was tipped forward, until it reached an angle where your head was surely at waist-height. You didn’t know who was holding the chair – Ayato, the Hydro tentacles, or someone else – all thoughts left your body as the warm and soft tip of Ayato’s dick was pressed against your lips.

You opened your mouth, welcoming him in, and Ayato buried himself until your nose was pressed against the hair of his lower stomach. Your throat convulsed as you choked around his cock, the tip pressing painfully against the back of your throat. You began to shed tears as your throat constricted around his girth, unable to escape as Ayato dug both hands into your hair to keep your head pressed firmly at the base of his length.

Ayato savored the choking noises you were making; he loved the way your throat bulged as it took in all of him. He reached over and pulled your blindfold off, wanting to see the tears you would cry when he fucked your throat.

You blinked as the room suddenly became far too bright, your senses flooded as you glanced upwards to see a wall of toned stomach. At the top, the Yashiro Commissioner smirked down at you, his gaze almost sadistic.

Ayato finally began to move, setting a brutal pace. You wailed as your throat was abused over and over, but he didn’t seem to care at all as you choked and gagged painfully. Tears began to roll down your cheeks that you couldn’t help. Amidst his punishing thrusts, you glanced upwards again, realizing that Ayato was now grinning down at you. He was reveling in your pain.

And why did that only turn you on even more?

Your pussy clenched around the softly buzzing egg, and you realized you might actually finally orgasm from this.

Your cries began to turn into moans, mixing with your choking and gagging that reverberated against Ayato’s cock, seeming to milk his climax from him.

You were so close, so close to orgasm when Ayato pulled himself out of your mouth. You paused, wondering why he stopped so suddenly, when hot and sticky ropes of cum sprayed over your face and chest. You blinked, some of the cum managing to land in your eyelashes, then looked down to see your chest coated in white. That was when you realized your binds weren’t normal ropes or chains… They were neatly tied red ropes that cut across your body in seductive patterns, and you realized Ayato had tied you up in shibari from the beginning.

You looked up, seeing a drop of cum fall from the blushing tip of Ayato’s cock, staring at the beautiful colors and curves of his throbbing member.

All of these thoughts distracted you from your orgasm that ebbed away, and you realized a fifth one had been stolen from you. This was beginning to drive you insane.

“Master Ayato-” Your whines were cut short as you watched a glowing translucent tentacle slip down your stomach towards your drooling cunt. It pressed into you, exploring your sensitive walls, wrapping around and withdrawing the egg that was now completely dripping with your own wetness.

As soon as the egg was removed, Ayato’s hands worked quickly, uprighting the chair and changing the binds around your hips to slide them forwards towards the edge of the chair.

Once this was finished, he immediately lined up his cock with your entrance and buried himself inside you with no hesitation. Your pussy took him in readily thanks to the endless teasing it had received over the past hour. Still, the sudden intrusion stretched you, balancing a fine line between pleasure and pain. You felt so filled up, so stretched, your eyes rolled back in your head as you moaned.

“Ahhhhnn, so good~!” You cried, even though Ayato hadn’t started moving yet. You looked up at the Yashiro Commissioner’s face and saw a smirk begin to grow.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. You sure love being treated like this.” Ayato grinned menacingly, but you didn’t care. You just wanted to be fucked.

His thrusts started out even harder than before – that was when you realized he had been holding back when fucking your throat. His hips snapped against your ass, giving no thought or care that he was going to leave bruises. You wanted to arch your back, spread your legs, give him greater access to your core, but these bindings left you fixed where you sat. Yet somehow, the concept of being tied down in one place only turned you on further, your wetness making squelching noises as he pummelled into you over and over. He didn’t seem to care at all that he was shaking you so violently with each thrust that the chair was already beginning to bruise your skin where you made the most contact with it – your back, shoulders, and the plush of your ass.

Your moans came out garbled, unable to make words as Ayato fucked you silly. He didn’t seem to show any sign of stopping as you were sent careening over the edge of an orgasm, screaming as your cunt clenched around his cock. Despite how much you were squeezing him, Ayato continued, intending to fuck you through all of your orgasms until he was done with you. You had finally reached your release, but the way Ayato continued to move told you that this was nowhere near finished.

He enjoyed being slightly sadistic – he enjoyed teasing and hurting his partner until they couldn’t distinguish between pleasure and pain anymore – but that was nothing compared to what he was experiencing with you. He had never had someone who tried to kill him reduced to the point where they were begging him to fuck them. He wanted to ruin you, to watch you become a slave to his cock.

So now he intended to fuck you until he couldn’t continue anymore.

Ayato could feel another orgasm building up just thinking about how much you had begged for this – his thrusts, however, remained just the same as before, intending to punish you with his rhythm. When Ayato knew his orgasm couldn’t be held back anymore, he pulled out of you, painting your chest and stomach with ropes of white.

You whined at the lack of sensation, your pussy convulsing around nothing. Ayato stared down at it in amusement. The sight of your quivering and dripping cunt alone was enough to make him hard again. He lined back up at your entrance, burying himself inside of you once again.

“Please, ‘s too much…” You murmured, your eyes unfocused from being so overwhelmed by pleasure.

“You asked for this. You begged for this, remember?” Ayato spoke coldly, smirking, beginning his brutal thrusts again.

“Ngh, anh~!” Your mouth fell open, drool beginning to drip from it as your eyes rolled back in your head. “Too good, too good…”

Ayato continued his pace, reveling in the way he was making you fall apart at the seams. The noises his cock made as it pummeled into you filled the room, the squelching and slapping sounds reverberating against the walls.

“Waka, I brought the four orders of boba you reque-” The door stopped halfway open, Ayato’s blonde assistant pausing as he witnessed the scene before him.

Ayato’s interrogations were usually either boring or spectacularly violent. They never were anything like this… He stared at his boss who was balls deep in the poor naked assassin who he had caught red-handed. Ayato’s thrusts had fallen still, and you began to blink back to life, realizing that someone had walked into the room.

“Ah, thank you Thoma, you can set it over there.” Ayato raised one hand to point at the table on the other side of the room, speaking perfectly calmly despite being balls deep in the cunt of someone tied up in shibari and covered in cum.

“Yes, sir.” Thoma walked over and set the servings of boba down on the table.

You finally had the wits about you to speak up.

“What the fuck!?” You exclaimed, staring at the male assistant who seemed to be doing his best to ignore the scene he had walked into.

“On second thought, Thoma, bring me a cup.” Ayato spoke, holding one hand out as he ordered his retainer around.

“Yes, sir.” Thoma picked up one of the boba, handing it to the Yashiro Commissioner.

You watched in both awe and disgust as Ayato ripped open the top with his teeth. He grabbed your jaw with one hand and poured the boba all over your face with the other.

You choked and sputtered as the sweet liquid bombarded you once again, but couldn’t do much to resist as Ayato wrenched your mouth open to pour it down your throat.

This time, thankfully, you knew to hold your breath. However, you weren’t prepared to feel his soft and warm lips latch onto yours. His tongue invaded your mouth, scooping up the sweet boba pearls.

“Mmmh!” Your eyes went wide as you made a noise that bordered between protest and pleasure.

Ayato withdrew from the kiss, and you looked up to see him chewing on the boba that had just been in your mouth moments prior. He stared down at you, the milky tea running down your shoulders and torso, mixing with the cum from his previous releases.

“Hm.” He smirked, beginning to move his hips again to rut into your overused pussy.

“Aahn~” you moaned, your eyes going wide from the excessive stimulation.

“Uhm,” poor Thoma spoke up as he shifted in place, “I’ll take my leave now.”

“No.” Ayato responded sharply, his thrusts remaining just as quick and hard as he gave orders to his assistant. “You can watch.”

“Y-yes sir.” Thoma responded, his face turning pink.

You glanced over at the blonde assistant, your vision bouncing from how hard Ayato was shaking you with his thrusts. You gazes met for a moment, and his blush deepened. That was when your eyes shifted downwards to see a very obvious bulge in his pants.

Your eyes lingered for a moment too long, and Ayato wouldn’t let that slide. You felt fingers close around your neck, cutting off your supply of air.

“Look at me.” Ayato commanded, and you shifted to stare at his smug face through half-lidded eyes.

The lack of air supply somehow elevated your pleasure even more, your walls clenching tighter around his cock. Your eyes began to roll back in your head, your vision unfocusing as you tried your best to continue staring up at Ayato.

“Yes…good.” Ayato grunted as the lack of air sent stars into your vision.

It was too much…the relentless abuse of your cunt, the second pair of eyes fixed on your sex, the lack of air…you went careening over the edge of your climax as you convulsed around Ayato. He continued thrusting, prolonging your orgasm, your vision finally going dark as you passed out.

Thoma watched you go limp, worried for a moment that Ayato had simply choked you to death. However, Ayato quickly pulled out of you, releasing his grip on your neck as he let his climax spray over you in thick spurts. Thoma watched your chest rise and fall steadily with each breath, relieved that you were actually alive.

The Yashiro Commissioner walked over calmly, picking up a small towel and wiping himself clean. He put his pants and coat back on, checking his gloves before slipping them on as well. Thoma stared at his master, watching in awe as he effortlessly made himself look as if nothing lewd had ever happened.

“Nghh…” you groaned, finally coming back to your senses. Your eyes blinked open as you realized that everything that just happened wasn’t some insane dream.

“I’d like to make you an offer.” Ayato spoke up calmly. “Come work for me, and I’ll pay you double what you receive for murder.”

You gawked. You were sitting in front of him, naked and tied to a chair, having just been fucked out of your mind. How could Ayato be thinking about work? You simply stared at the blue-haired Commissioner.

“You can respond when you’re ready.” Ayato continued as he turned and walked towards the door. “I have a meeting to attend. Thoma, clean up our guest.”

Guest…? Weren’t you only just being interrogated hours prior?

“Yes, sir.” Thoma responded.

As Ayato reached the door, he turned around and took one last glance at you. Your skin was shiny with dried milk tea, sweat, and cum. Your pussy was swollen and gaping, strings of your cum dripping from your abused entrance onto the chair and the floor below you. Your cheeks were rosy and eyes hazy from the volumes of pleasure he had just put you through. Ayato thought you were beautiful like this. Your leaking entrance seemed like it was calling to him, begging for more punishment from his cock, but Ayato couldn’t indulge himself any longer – he couldn’t be late to this meeting.

As Ayato finally left the room, Thoma rushed towards you and began to work on the knots that bound you to the chair. You glanced down at his pants as you watched him work, noticing that he was just as hard as before.

Finally, the ropes had loosened enough and your exhausted body slumped forward onto Thoma.

“Easy, there.” Thoma murmured, carefully catching your limp body. He didn’t seem to care that his clothes were getting stained with the tea and cum that coated your skin. You felt your leg brush against his stiff member, making Thoma freeze for a second.

“Ngh… I’m sorry…” you murmured.

“N-no, it’s okay. Let’s get you cleaned up.” Thoma responded calmly.

“Do you… want me to help… you with it?” You spoke. Thoma leaned back to meet your gaze, his green eyes staring into yours as he immediately knew what you were talking about. You had just been overstimulated until you passed out… And you’re already offering to help get Thoma off? The blonde assistant began to understand why Ayato had made you such an incredible offer.

“L-let’s get you cleaned up first.”

~Two Days Later~

You were resting in the plush sheets of a large bed. You had been allowed to stay in a spacious yet modestly decorated bedroom in the Kamisato estate. What little furnishings the room did have, however, were exquisite. You had no idea how you went from criminal to guest, but the events that led you to this point had left you craving the Yashiro Commissioner. In the past two nights, you had woken up sweaty and out of breath from some sort of lewd dream, your underwear ruined from the dirty thoughts that ran wild in your head.

Of course, after only one night, you gave Ayato your response. You were more eager than anything to work for him. Working for him would mean being around him more, giving you more chances to feel his cock fill you, to have him fuck you until you cried, to have him choke you through your orgasm…

A soft knock on the door stirred you from your thoughts.

“It’s Thoma, may I come in?”

“Y-yes!” You responded, sitting up in bed. The door slowly opened to show the blonde wearing a black-and-white ruffled maid uniform. Your mouth dropped open, realizing this was a stark difference compared to the red jacket and pants you had last seen him in.

“I brought your uniform…” Thoma walked towards the bed, setting a large but lightweight box in front of you. A hint of pink dusted his cheeks as he noticed your reaction to what he was wearing.

You glanced down at the box, slowly lifting the lid to see a similar ruffled dress folded neatly inside.

“Is this… what all the Kamisato servants wear?” You questioned, staring down at the contents of the box. A dress, a headband, and… a garter?

“No, definitely not.” Thoma responded, waving his hands in front of him. “It’s just for Ayato’s…personal staff. You only wear this inside the estate, and change into your own clothes when you go outside for anything.”

“I…see.” You began to feel turned on merely by the thought of wearing this sort of outfit in front of Ayato.

“Oh, and one other thing.” Thoma cut in. “No underwear allowed.”

Your eyes widened as you watched Thoma lift the hem of his dress. He raised it just enough to see his upper thigh, where a small box with a tiny button was taped to the soft skin. A thin wire trailed from the box and up his inner thigh, and you immediately knew where it was going. As Thoma dropped the hem of his dress and you met his gaze, you couldn’t help the smile that began to grow on your face.

You were glad your plan to kill the Yashiro Commissioner went so wrong.

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witch-hazels-musings · 1 month ago

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Hi, Hazel! Could I have a Curse Ritual for Ayato with the cedar, hellebore, cinnamon, and angelite items please? >:3c Thank you! Looking forwarding to seeing the results, ehe!

Cedar (betrayal), Hellebore (anger, wrath), Cinnamon (love, prosperity), Angelite (gentleness, healing) Ayato x gn reader | Curse Ritual warning: angry ayato, reader is hurt (non-specific but not having a good time), its been a while so I hope this sounds like him (also this is kinda short - I'm sick T.T)

"Master. Master Kamisato, please wait-"

"Remove yourself from my path," Ayato's voice stilled the frantic bustle circling him, arms out as if to take away a perceived burden. Their eyes drifted to the body in his arms.

"Master, there is no need to take it upon yourself to handle these matters," the attendant appeasingly explained and took a step toward him. "Allow us to take th-"

"Withdrawl."

"Sir?"

"Step back," Ayato said but it came through as a warning as he slowly turned his attention to the bowing, trembling attendant. You groaned, whined. "I will not repeat myself," he added, violence flashing in his eyes.

The attendant looked at the others, each held their head dipped in deep respect. With reluctance, they returned to the shadow of the hall, Ayato's lingering on them until their position mirrored the other's subserviant acknowledgment.

Ayato continued down the hall, determination in every step. "Bring me a healer."

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You hurt. Everywhere. It hurt to move, to lay still, to turn your head and open your eyes. You moaned and felt something cool against your cheek.

"Pace yourself," the voice said. Ayato's voice. You turned into the sound. You heard footsteps and the world tilted. "Enter."

A mixture of shuffling feet, clanging metal, and rustling fabric filled your ears. You winced in pain, relaxing slightly when gentle fingers glided along the side of your head.

"Did you find them?" Ayato asked coldly.

"Our searches have come up empty, Master. Several scouts are still loo-"

"Did I not task you with apprehending those who have slighted the clan? I have no objection to finding another should my demands be too difficult for you."

There was a heavy pause. "N-No, Master. We just -"

"Just what?" The stillness of the room was filled by your ragged breathing. You shifted but the pressure made you regret it. "Here's a suggestion: do not return until you have satisfied the requirements of your mission. And when you do, keep them healthy for me."

"Y-yes, Master." Whoever they were, they were gone as quickly as they came, returning the room to an eerie silence.

Ayato ran his fingers through your hair, across your brow, and carefully turned your head. A wash of blooming flowers and cool water filled your nose. You wanted to reach out to it but found your arms too heavy.

"I was neglectful," Ayato said but his voice sounded distant, like he was somewhere in the garden behind shoji doors. "It was never my intention to allow you into this world, for you to be thrown into the undercurrents of petty power struggles. I was careless."

His touch was soothing. You mumbled - or at least you think you did.

Heat washed over your face so you opened your eyes as wide as you could and saw his blurry visage in them. His face, inches from your own, eyes closed, cheek glistening in the moonlight.

"Fret not. I will not make the mistake again."

"A-Ayato."

"I am here my love. I am here," Ayato whispered against your brow and kissed you tenderly until your eyes closed. And he waited. Waited until a healer arrived, sat, unmoving while they tended to your wounds, and still he waited. Waited until new of your attackers returned to him so he could show them what happens to those who betray the Kamisato clan.

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

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thebomb-thebird-andtheburntbitch · 1 month ago

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Wishing on Golden Stars [4]

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genre: isekai, slow burn, fluff, hurt/comfort, humor(?)

chapter warning(s)!!!: feelings of internal frustration, dashes of impostor syndrome, self-internal isolation, inazuma archon quest lore/situations slightly altered, while being archon quest centered this can be classified as a pretty emotional chapter gang

chapter w.count: 4.5k

a/n: honestly? writing this part while trying to be as accurate to the archon quest as possible was p a i n f u l. but we ball

Through the duration of the tasks Ayaka sent Aether on, your mood had been sour. Sometimes, when you were eating or when Thoma would offer you a snack, you’d brighten up for a just moment, but it would never last.

Both the Kamisato Lady and the housekeeper were at a loss.

They didn’t know what was wrong, how to fix it, or how to get you to open up about it to even attempt to try. Worse still is that they weren't completely unaccustomed to this type of behavior from you.

Sometimes, this would happen; you’d get lost in thought and shut yourself down. but never to this extent. They could only ever assume it had something to do with your home, but they had no idea where you even hail from. The only one who had even the slightest notion of your origins was Ayato because he forced it out of you on your second week there- even then, you were still so vague.

When word came back to the residence that Aether had completed the last of the three wishes tasked to him, you were quick to set up for his return to the estate. You stand with Ayaka when the blond had come inside. Thoma showing up behind him, offering a smile and a clap on the shoulder. You step into view of them, Ayaka following at your back as you lead her. She was finally seeing Aether face to face for the first time.

Ayaka speaks confidently to Aether, hoping that seeing the state of those who had their Vision’s confiscated would change his view on helping them fight back. You already know the outcome, so when Aether agrees to join the rebellion and work alongside the Yashiro Commission, you just nod silently. With him and Paimon now becoming one of Ayaka’s friends, she explains that you and Thoma were also her friends before you were members of her family’s staff. The use of the screen between the five of you would no longer be a requirement in the future.

The decision is made to move any further discussion to Komore Teahouse.

You and Thoma excuse yourselves from the room to keep watch, leaving the young lady and the Outworlder to speak in privacy.

Time continues to pass and after Aether goes through yet more errands for Ayaka, meets Yoimiya and encounters Kujou Sara after sneaking their way into a prison, finally they all return. Coming back once again to the teahouse named Komore.

“I see, so Kujou Sara stayed her hand. It appears she still has some honor to her.” Thoma muses, gazing out one of the windows in the private tearoom, a hand hovering just under his lips.

The conversation of the Vision Hunt Decree within the safety of the teahouse only added to your foul mood. The mention of Kujou Sara enforcing the decree under the unmovable will of the Shogun made you shutter. That woman being more active with the upcoming ceremony at the Omnipresent God statue made you constantly look over your shoulder.

Anytime you were outside you feel eyes that don't exist prick your skin like waves of teeth. What if someone noticed something off about you? What if the Shogun sees you, picks you out of the crowd, and orders for your arrest or worse executes you on the spot? You know she’d do it without so much as a second thought. You sometimes wish you didn’t have second-hand knowledge of future events. Your shoulders are stiff and sore from constant tension you cannot find a way to disperse.

“Perhaps a state of rest is in order. Thoma, what would you suggest?” Hearing Ayaka suggest even a slight break has your head perking up. The thought of just being able to relax for just a single moment was a tempting one. You’ve been high-strung ever since Aether arrived, so maybe if you were able to just pretend everything was fine even for a brief window of time…

“I’d say a celebratory feast is in order. Might I suggest an evening of hotpot together!” His sudden enthusiasm from serious to playing a game makes you curl your lips back from laughing out loud. An action that didn’t go unnoticed by both your long-standing companions who happen to also be your superiors in more than one fashion. Unknown by you, the small smile you curlled away had their eyes glistening. Thoma crosses his arms playfully, Ayaka slaps open her fan to cover her smile, and Paimon looks at Aether quizzically because... what?

“A hot pot game? What’s that? Well, as long as it has to do with eating…” Paimon muses, easily being swayed.

Of course, you know what this game is all about and the eventual outcome. Joining everyone at the table, the game begins and soon all sorts of ingredients were being thrown around- even the ones you had gathered. Round after round you take a bite, guess wrong, and pass it off onto the next person. You laughed each time Thoma took a bite, guessed correctly and then subsequently had to take a new round of questionable tastes onto his taste buds. Seeing his face twist and his hand cover his mouth as the color drains from his face with each ‘success’ makes all those around him laugh. Ayaka is pleased to see your spirit lighten up again, even if it’s at Thoma’s expense.

Yes, the Hot Pot Game was a fine idea, as long as you're willing to sacrifice your stomach for a round of laughter anyway.

Once the game concludes and Thoma declares himself the proud- and nauseous- winner of the Hot Pot Game, you all were given some leisure time until the next Yashiro+Rebelion secret convergence. It slips your mind until the day of, however, that Thoma would not be joining you. You feel foolish. So, so irreparably foolish.

“Just stay put, milady!” You hiss, trying to keep your composure in front of Ayaka. No matter how stressed you are, no matter the amount of so many invisible pins jabbing you all over your body feels, you shouldn't shout or snap at your employer’s younger sister who also happens to be a close friend. You start pacing, hands going over the sides of your head over and over again. Hair snags between your fingers and you feel the burning sensation of your fingernails against your scalp as they repeat their paths with each new pass through.

Ayaka has never seen you like this. with this behavior coupled with a missing Thoma, it was tying her stomach in knots.

Komore Teahouse was the best place for her to hide, to stay safe and you know it. Any second now, Aether would be coming through the door. All you had to do was wait for him. That’s it. Just wait. Tarumaru whines at your stress levels that are through the roof and Ayaka looks at him, worrying over his discomfort about your discomfort. The sliding of the entrance door catches your hyperaware senses from the back room you had urgently- but politely- moved Ayaka to. Your neck nearly swivels all the way around at the sound.

You twist your body on your heel, racing out of the room and slam yourself around the corner. Grabbing on the edge of the front desk to help guide your frantic tumbling, you rush Aether. Nearly tripping over your own feet to get to him. He grabs your arms on instinct, holding you up as Paimon shrieks at your urgence and how you scared the life out of her.

“You have to help…!” You gasp out. You twist your arms so that it’s no longer him holding onto you, but you gripping his biceps. Your grip was tight, desperate, and makes him wince. You had one hell of a grip. “It’s Thoma!” Ayaka rushes- as elegantly as her practice to stay the graceful Lady of Kamisato let her- and places her hand on the wall as she watched you panic. “It’s Thoma! There’s… there’s this ceremony the Shogun is preforming, and she needs 100 Visions confiscated under the Vision Hunt Decree. Thoma’s is the last one!”

While Ayaka had heard quick rumor of that being the case, and suspected as much with Thoma’s strange absence, hearing it from you made her mouth dry. She's never doubted you before, and dispite your mania, she wouldn't be starting now. That's why her belief in the situation makes her stomach sink so deeply. For a moment, she curls her hand that rests on the wall and wishes that her big brother were here.

You can't think straight. This isn't fair of you at all. Unloading all of that to Aether’s face and grabbing onto him like this, begging for help when you could barely explain the situation, all while still not considering yourself to really be his friend. You want to be so badly, but you can't. Not yet.

The gap between the you who played the Hot Pot Game together and the you of reality who only know him as the Traveler was something you still hadn’t found a way to come to terms with. The line was blurry, sure, but the nagging in your head- the type of guilt that came with knowing you used to control the Traveler- was eating you alive. Everything was just exploding in his face and it was so, so unfair to him. You feel so horribly, disguisting guilty; for the past, for reality cursing you to remember everything, for throwing all this on him when you know better.

You hope Aether forgives you for all your transgressions.

Instead of throwing you off, getting out of your grip, and asking for a real explanation with a more than earned glare in your direction, Aether simply accepts you and all your fear. His arms come and cup under your elbows, a way to steady you. Pushing you to stand straighter, look him in the eyes, and take a deep, silently breath as a way to help ground yourself. You blink, breathe with him, and blink again. Paimon comes to your side too, a hand on your shoulder rubbing it in small, soft, gently touches.

It's warm.

Slowly, gently, you unhook your fingers from around his biceps and wince at the crescent shapes left behind on his skin. Some appear red, like they were ready to break through his skin and bead out blood. Had you really been holding him that tightly?

You take a small, shaky step away from him, lowering your gaze, mind reeling at everything that you just did and bring a hand up to your forehead. Your eyes were wider than usual, going dry from lack of blinking. Were you going crazy?

You feel Ayaka come to your side, one hand on your back, the other on your arm. She was standing so close to you, you could smell the scene of frost on her clothes, and it felt like a comforting, cool hug. Just the thing you needed to calm down your overheating mind.

A deep breath, a shaky exhale. Another deep breath and a steadier exhale.

“I… I’m sorry about that. I don’t know what came over me,” you apologize quietly. Aether shakes his head and Paimon looks at your worriedly.

“You’re just scared,” the blond tells you. Scared? Yeah, you were. Or maybe that’s less than you feel. Mortified, overwhelmed? Burdened. That was more like it. And you couldn’t even say it. There is a heavy stone weight lodged in your throat. This sucks.

“Yeah,” Paimon agrees. “It’s normal to be scared when something bad happens.” You nod and Ayaka, not moving from her grounding position at your side, starts explaining more thoroughly than you did about the circumstances. When Aether promises to bring Thoma back, you look up towards him. Your mind was clearer now, not fully, but clear enough.

“Let me come with you,” you insist. Ayaka’s grip on your arm twitches. You look at her, gaze steady now. “I promise, I’ll be okay. As long as you stay here where it's safe, I can promise that much.” She doesn't want to let you go. Thoma was captured, her brother was gone, and now you, her best friend, wanted to leave too. You place your hand on her hand. “Please, Ayaka.” It wasn’t often you called her solely by name. She relents, and with haste, you're running all the way to the Statue of the Omnipresent God side by side with Aether.

When you arrive, a crowd is gathered and a choking sensation catches in your throat at the sight of Thoma, tied and restrained by two Tenryou soldiers. For the first time in two years since your arrivial in Teyvat, you're faced with the Almighty Shogun in all her overwhelming power. And she's standing in front of Thoma.

The moment the Almighty's arm raises, you grip Aether’s shoulder, pull him in front of you and the moment Thoma’s Vision clicks off his belt, you shove the blond. Getting the message, he takes action with a burst of electro energy. Snatching the Vision in his hand, he lands on the wooden planks and easily deals with the two guards that attempt to charge at him.

The moment Aether is instead the target of the Shogun, you also jump into action. You know what’s happening. The moment she strikes at the Traveler and his body disappears among a cloud of purple, electrifying mist; he’s in the Plane of Euthymia.

Shoving through the crowd, you race up to Thoma who has moved to try and slice his binds by one of the abandoned spears of the knocked down guards. He gasps at seeing you race up the wooden ramp. He has no idea what you were doing here too, but when you make it to him and grab the pole of the spear, he doesn’t scold you for putting yourself into danger like this. Instead, he’s thankful for the assist.

It felt like mere moments before the mist from before cleared, revealing an unconscious Aether laying on his back with the Shogun striding over to him. Ready to cut his life short and to an abrupt end. You watch as Paimon flies to his side, pleading for him to wake up by shaking his shoulder with fear in her small body. It’s Thoma who saves him, so it’s now or never!

Grinding your teeth enough to cramp your jaw, you tense as you yank the spear from the wooden ground and quickly use it to slice through Thoma’s restraints.

“Here!” You practically shove the spear into the Vision holder’s hands and he wastes no time in hurling it at the Shogun. Soon enough, with Aether colliding into Thoma from the backlash of the Shogun’s power, you help them both stand.

Your skin prickles when her eyes meet yours. There's a spark between you two, and not a good one. Her eyes narrow at you, and you choke shoving Thoma and Aether in front of you.

“Go go go,” you whisper more to yourself than anything in that moment. Making the jump from the platform to the ground, you don’t miss the order issues for all your arrests. Somehow, you all make it back to Komore Teahouse where Thoma decides it would be best for him to stay and lay low until it’s all blown over or the arrest issue is somehow rescinded.

You, on the other hand, have other plans. The moment Thoma expresses Aether’s next step to all of this would best be to go to Tatarasuna and rendezvous with the Resistant Group. The camp set up there that would eventually lead him towards Watatsumi and Kokomi’s allyship, you know you had to go with him. Staying in the capital city would be beyond stupid now that the Shogun had seen you. And if her glare was anything to go off of, she knew something about you was wrong.

Just like Aether.

“What?” Thoma looks at you like you had grown a second head. You possess a shadow over your eyes, a type of fear encases you like a second skin. “You don’t need to go all the way to a different island to hide. Just stay here with Lady Kamisato and me and you’ll be-”

“I really don’t know how to explain to you that I can’t afford that. I can’t risk exposing you. I can’t stay on Narukami.” You insist. “Look, I know how to get to Tatarasuma. I’ll be useful in guiding Aether there. I-I’ll be fine, just please..!”

Thoma looks at you; shaking shoulders, clutched hands and desperate pleas.

“Ayaka will worry,” he rarely speaks so softly, or chooses to ignore Ayaka’s position. “If you have to go, you need to leave right now, so you won’t even get to say goodbye.” It was a reach; one he was trying to use to guilt you into staying. A dirty trick, but you can't blame him. Regardless, you swallow the lump in your throat and shake your head.

“I’ll take whatever punishment she has for me after all this is over,” you tell him.

“You’ll come back,” he states. It's like he’s making you swear. You lift your head up to finally make eye contact with him one more time.

“I’ll come back.”

“That’s all well and good, but if you’re really coming along then Paimon thinks we should leave now!” Her voice was scared and rushed, and you understand her tone perfectly. You nod, and Aether does too. At least he didn’t protest against you coming along. Bidding a quick, guilty goodbye to Thoma, you race off with the blond boy and the white fairy.

“Aether,” you gain his attention one night. You both make it back to Watatsumi somehow. As well as relatively unscathed considering the hoops, battles, and problems you had to barrel your way through to get here. It was a very unprompted bonding experience, even if you had no battle experience and could only really evade and run while Aether did all the fighting. You were basically a human Paimon.

Sitting on one of the large, pink shells that stick out from the cliff side in front of the grand shrine of Watatsumi, your legs swing lazily as you lean back on your palms and look up at the stars. Aether beside you, has one of his legs propped up with the other hanging like yours. He was gazing out over the island, taking in the beauty of it.

“Yes?” He answers. The trip here was filled with chatter between him, Paimon and you and you feel a little proud at the fact he was willing to talk to you at all. Being out of the eye of the Almighty Shogun also helps ease your shoulders just a bit.

“You’re from a different world, right?” You ask, eyes staring straight up and not leaving the sky. You know that he doesn’t disclose a lot about himself to people. The Archons know- they can tell- but regular folks are a different story.

He keeps things he deems too important or risky to bring up to himself as much as he can. The Unknown God, the fact that pieces of his memories are missing, the reason for being stuck in Teyvat at all… it was all stuff he didn’t indulge to most. His silence was loud. You close your eyes, letting yourself lay back on the small tufts of grass behind you. “You don’t need to answer me if you don’t want to.”

You hear him shuffle and soon feel his body laying on the ground with you. You reopen your eyes and look back up at the stars. You trace the constellations Ayato had taught you and feel a small twang in your chest.

You wonder how he is and if he’s staying healthy. He had a tendency to overwork to the point of jeopardizing his health. You wonder if he’s far enough away that all this nonsense of Thoma being captured and you fleeing won’t make it to him before he gets back. He would surely scold you both for being careless.

“It’s complicated,” is the answer he graces you with. Not a yes, but not a no either. You weakly chuckle at him. That's exactly what you told Ayato all those years ago when he egged you on your home world.

“You know, I’m not from Teyvat either.” Aether’s head turns on the ground to look at you. His earring brushes over his cheek, tickling his skin. You feel somehow embarrassed admitting it, so you keep your eyes upward. “I’m from a place super far from here, that’s why I had to run with you all the way out here. The Shogun could very well kill me if she finds out I’m an Outworlder and that’s terrifying to me.” Raising your hand towards the sky, you continue. “It’s a world so different from this one and I don’t know how I got here”- your hand drops defeatedly onto your stomach- “and I honestly don’t think I’ll ever make it back home.”

“Are you lost then?” Aether asks. You shake your head, but it's not in denial. It’s in frustration; uncertainty.

“Yes, but no. I miss home for a lot of reasons, and being in Teyvat is so confusing and overwhelming sometimes because I-” you almost admit that you know what’s going to happen, but you quickly cut yourself off. “I’m not from here,” you save. “But then, I realize that I don’t hate being here. Thoma and Ayaka are so kind and warm to me. The Kamisato residence is a place I can work comfortably and even if some of the samurai have attitude problems, I can handle it. And Ayato-” you swallow a choke at saying his name. “He’s wonderful.”

You finally turn your head and look at the blond. He’s looking at you with such an understanding look that is causes you to tear up. You know Aether has developed so many bonds and friendships across Teyvat so far, and it’s only going to increase in number. You even have the perk of knowing that he himself probably has feelings for one of the several people he’s met, and it must be so conflicting for him. All he wants to do is find his sister, Lumine, and figure everything out. But, would he really be able to leave Teyvat behind? After all this is said and done, could he really take his sister's hand in his and just... leave?

“It’s tough, isn’t it?” You ask, a single tear running down the side of your face. He nods at you. His eyes are just as misty as yours, but you don't make a mention of it.

“Can… you tell me more about your world?” He requests. You don’t know why he does, but you relent easily to it nonetheless. You don’t tell him too much. Just about the cities and people and he accepts it all. You could’ve lied about everything for all he knew.

He talks too, not about what he’s keeping hidden from everyone else, but just enough to ease some of his burden from his shoulders. You’re happy Paimon isn’t around because hearing him unload on you might make her feel a like she wasn’t doing enough even though you know she was like an anchor to him. Without Paimon, Aether would be truly alone, but he wasn’t, and he appreciates her so much. It was heartwarming.

As you drift to sleep on the grass, under the stars with Aether beside you that night, you wonder if Ayato will be angry that you told Aether of your home before you ever spoke to him about it. Unless Aether blabs, you just won’t mention it to him and save yourself the headache.

When the war finally ends and Aether finally manages to get through to Ei, you breathe a sigh of relief as word reaches you at Watatsumi. You feel a giddiness rise back into your chest at the thought of returning back to the estate. Ayaka might yell at you and Thoma might make you do extra chores, but it’ll be worth it.

You were in the middle of working out your departure plans to return to Narukami when Aether comes running up to you without Paimon floating loyally behind him. With a smile, he takes your hands and explains that you don't have to worry about the Shogun hunting you down anymore.

“It’s complicated,” oh you’ve heard that before, “but she no longer holds any ill will towards those of us who are… different.” His grip on your hands grows tighter. “Her views on eternity are changing, so you can go back without worry now. I also may have talked to Yae Miko a little bit, and she’ll pull some string to keep her off your back.” There is was. The ever suave Lady Miko. Well, if anyone could talk some sense into Ei or the Shogun, it would be the familiar of the Archon you guess.

“I’m grateful,” you tell him. You squeak when he turns on his heel, not letting go of your hand and starts dragging you behind him. He’s rushing around so fast you don’t even get the chance to ask him where he’s taking you before you see an oncoming waypoint with Paimon waiting at it. She waves her small arms and when you’re all three at the teleport, the male twin wastes no time in using it.

With a rush of wind, feeling like you were in the clouds, before regrounding on familiar soil, you recognize the entrance to the Kamisato residence. Teleporting felt a lot more underwhelming than you thought it would. Aether, once again, takes charge and with his still firm grip on your hand, drags you in through the gate and up to the door where he then hauls you inside. Inside where Thoma and Ayaka were waiting for you.

Aether finally drops your hand as Ayaka, dismissing her status as well as her fan, rushes towards you. Throwing her arms around your neck, she sinks into your body as you stand there with your arms hovering over her sides. This was unexpected, but as soon as she tightened her grip, you easily hold her back with as much desperation.

“I’m so angry at you,” she tells you weakly. You chuckle. Thoma makes his way over, placing a hand on your head.

“I’m glad you made it back in one piece.”

“Yeah,” you tell him. Strange, you think.

When Ayaka finally pulls away from you and you’re able to see both of your closest friends in front of you again, it’s like a weight was lifted from you. Tears that you didn’t even try and stop wash down your cheeks and you let them. With one hand, you hide your eyes under your palm and with the other, you grab onto your shirt for something to ground you. You were so relieved. After so long, it finally felt like you…

“I’m home,” you choke. Ayaka just hugs you again, now just as teary eyed, as Thoma chuckles fondly towards you, moving the hand on your head back and forth like an older brother.

After so long, it finally felt like you were home.

a/n pt.2: look- when i say slow burn, i mean in the first four chapters, Ayato is in one o(╥﹏╥)o (i promise he's in the rest of the series) ((totally would not blame the masses if they skipped this chapter ngl its so messsyyyyy hnnggh))

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