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affableramen · 1 month ago

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i’m the anon who sent the ask for first time in bed. by that i mean it’s the first time they go to sleep together and how they react to this. it can be fluffy or suggestive!

Hi you didn’t specify which genshin men you would like, so I made by my choice. I apologise if you don’t see your favourite here, I unfortunately can’t read minds

FIRST TIME GETTING TO SHARE THE BED WITH GENSHIN MEN

|| Ayato, Wriothesley & Lone edition ||

Ayato

It was your first time sleeping in the same bed with Ayato. By common choice, it was your apartment that you used for the sleep in, at least this time. Your bedroom was not as big as in Ayato’s suite but once he stepped in you noticed how quickly his gaze softened, – that was a moment you realised that he was subconsciously satisfied with your room and liked the vibe on the whole.

“Are you a cuddly type?”

“Not really. I prefer to avoid unnecessary touch when possible.”

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, ready to indulge into sleep time along with your boyfriend, however Ayato was still wearing his suit, as if he was hesitant to proceed to lie down. To be frank you were not completely sure if he’d like that idea, as he was a very experienced man and he probably expected to proceed deeper than simply sleeping together. A part of you believed that he was decent enough to not let such thoughts occupy his mind too much.

“It’s our first time sleeping in the same bed. Do you have any requests from me? Like you could be a light sleeper etc.”, you asked him, looking forward for him to join you while he was undoing his expensive-looking cufflinks.

“I am a light sleeper, yes”, he responded, unnoticeably caught up perplexed at your correct remark. “I also prefer to be in complete darkness while asleep. I cannot stand a single hint of light, it irritates me”, his face expressed disgust and arrogance for a mere moment before he quickly adjusted himself and asked in a less hostile manner: “Should you have any requests?”

“Not at all. I guess we’re good to go. Why don’t you change into pyjamas?”

“One second”, Ayato excused himself to the bathroom to change his formal clothes into complete night wear. It didn't take him a lot, and he emerged in the bedroom as soon as possible. When you saw him first it was an unbelievable display. The man who’d do everything in a sleek suit was a complete opposite sight right now. It was as ridiculous as it was refreshing.

You looked at him clothed in a silver silk pyjamas set and smiled, you almost laughed outloud.

“For a person who’s only seen you in corporate suits, that’s a refreshing change. I’d only imagine you wear something cozy, and now I can see it with my own eyes.”

“Cozy”, he scoffed and got closer to the bed, his hands so restless as if he tried to cover his body. As if the sight of him without his sleek fashion was something indecent. “Do you like cozy?”

“I think it looks good on you”, you pushed the blanket to the side, inviting him carefully. “Come here.”

The commissioner looked you in the eyes as if searching for a double consent before he finally got under the duvet with you. He took the position to your left, but didn't move an inch before you allowed it. You extended your hand and gently turned off the lights. There appeared an inconvenient silence.

“Are you comfortable? We’ve never shared intimacy, yet you agreed to sleeping in. In my apartment. It could be dangerous for the both of us.”

“Usually when I’m in bed with a woman it is for an entirely different purpose. However, you’re an entirely different person, too”, he looked down at your hand before grasping it carefully, not causing you even slight pain. “My intentions are pure. Allow me to hold you while we rest.” You nodded, and slowly and carefully he pulled you closer so that his chest would hit your back. It made you smile to yourself subconsciously, and your expression went cocky. His presence was not just tolerable, it was pleasant in fact. He was a tall man with slim body type and you could almost feel his bones when you held his hand. But despite his bony physique once he wrapped the blanket around the both of you, he provided you unexpected warmth. Yes, even such an icy old businessman had been able to melt himself for you.

“He said he’s not a cuddly type. Who could think that the Yashiro Commissioner was such a softie underneath.”

He gave your arm a light squeeze before settling his own hand comfortably around your waist, not eager to share you with anyone else, as if asserting his ‘ownership’ of you.

“I only cross my boundaries for you. To be frank, I quite enjoy being so close to you, even though I was a bit skeptical from the start.”

You could feel his smile on you, which was definitely much more cunning and cocky than yours right now. Ayato’s breath was warm against your neck, before you decided to turn around and face him, your fingers caressing his hair. You heard his breath hitch at that moment yet he didn't move away. He froze in place, allowing you to cuddle him the way you saw it, despite him always being the one in control. Ayato showed vulnerability once he’s gotten into bed with you, even if for such pure reason as sleeping. As he was taller, your breath would tickle his neck while you snuggled him. After some time, Ayato pulled his arm around your waist at last, even though your position, face-to-face, was quite personal.

In the middle of the night you were restless and you woke up to drink a glass of water. Your mood lightened up when you saw that the cunning, extremely arrogant and calculating leader was still in your bed. He did not run away and remained completely still, his hand subconsciously reaching to you even in his sleep.

Wriothesley

“Hope you haven't forgotten to bring your tooth brush”, you say as Wriothesley enters your place with a backpack on his shoulder. He is certainly not a dude who suffers from financial hardship but his reaction to your house is not as frustrated as you thought it’d be. His house by any means is more comfortable and spacious than yours so you had a reason to expect his disappointment or at least slight displeasure. However upon entering your corridor Wriothesley only chuckles lightly “Nice place you got here. Can I just drop it here?”

“No, take it to the bedroom”, Wriothesley looks at you with shock. Seriously, you would trust him to drop his belongings in your room?

“It’s alright, trust me. Come upstairs with me.”

It is already quite a late hour when he arrives, and the both of you logically feel sleepy. Each one of you are a full time employee and your job takes its toll on you. Tonight is the first time when you’ll allow your boyfriend in the same bed with you. You were stirring in anticipation for this day for weeks, as the both of you thoroughly planned it. Luckily, Wriothesley did not forget to grab his tooth brush and pyjamas. Although you know his like for sleeping with naked chest, he shows incredible politeness and sensibility tonight by putting on a whole set of pyjamas. His muscular top cannot escape your curiousity as you watch him change carefully, his muscles flexing softly. Your eyes rake over his form, his chest and shoulders as he puts on his azure pyjama shirt. When he starts changing the bottoms you turn away, smiling to yourself. Naughty, you think, of me, to watch him undress like that. Should’ve asked him to change in the bathroom.

When Wriothesley is done changing he clears his throat,

“So, you ready? I’m getting really sleepy here.”

You can’t lie and say you don’t want to sleep, too. You point your palm at the bed, inviting him into the softness of sheets. Wriothesley lets you get in first to take the comfortable position and establish your boundaries before letting himself settle.

His strong, ex-inmate body presses against the matress, sinking into the sheets with you and taking the place on your right. Your bed feels no longer empty and lonely.

“What do you usually do before bed?” You ask him, spontaneously, absolutely sincerely wanting to make a conversation flow naturally. The silence is insufferable and it’s irritating you. When you are with him, you don't want to keep your mouth shut, you want to talk, and to listen. Wriothesley gives it a thought for a moment.

“Usually I have a cup of herbal tea before bed. It adjusts your sleep, helps your body and mind to relax. Why, you’d like to indulge my habits?”

Yes, archons, of course you’d like him to to share his habits with you. That’s what happens when you strive to be closer with someone. And him being your boyfriend, not just a rooommate, only justifies this desire.

“I have a citrus melissa tea if that would suffice?”

Wriothesley’s eyes widen but his voice remains flat. His expressions are always like that – internally he’s impressed but never showing the open vulnerability.

“Yes, that’s a brilliant idea I assume. Do you want me to come with you?”

“No”, you mean, yes, but… making him get up from the bed and experience embarrassment as he realises how red you’ve become by being so intimately close to him for the first time? No, never. “I’ll make it quick. You just relax here.”

“’kay”, he smirks to himself. This sharp-minded man definitely senses your actual reason to making him stay in bed.

Your hands shake slightly when you brew the tea, firstly for him and then for yourself. You choose a minimalistic white cup for him which is by size bigger than yours. As Wriothesley is an infamous tea addict, you want to serve him the best and as generous as possible. There you go, placing the mugs on the tray with napkins and spoons and taking it upstairs. When you kick the bedroom door with your leg, Wriothesley’s already holding a book he probably grabbed from your bedside table.

“Detective stories? Romance intrigues? Interesting. You like this kind of stuff?”

You place the tray on the table and snatch the book from his hand.

“That’s what’s popular in Fontaine. That’s what everyone reads.”

“But you, do you like it?”

His inquiry makes you question your beliefs.

“In a way yes, it’s scandalous and offensive, and I love stimulating my nervous system”, you offer him the mug. “Here’s our sleep time tea.”

“Thank you.”

You carefully take your place back into the bed with Wriothesley and sip your tea. The room is complete tranquility, with you and Wriothesley enjoying your evening conveniently in pyjamas.

Once the mugs are emptied and sweet tea has filled your stomachs, you place them back on the table. It’s time to actually sleep and you switch off the lights.

“Well? Good night now I guess.”

“Do you wanna cuddle?” The words escape your mou faster than you could think of them. Wriothesley answers a subtle smile, hinting at having waited for you to offer that. You are the one to mention it, but he’s the one to start. Wriothesley carefully wraps his big calloused hands around your waist. His touch is firm but not pressuring at all. As if asking for your permission he first runs his hand over your back, caressing before actually moving closer, until the two of you are flush against each other.

“How do you feel? Alright?”

“Yes.”

As soon as you approve, your response serves motivation for Wriothesley to pull you even closer, making you a small spoon to him and actually cuddling you. It is wrong to assume that Wriothesley is not embarrassed or shy at all having you pressed so close to him. His breathings and careful, slow movements prove that he is agitated too and does his best to not ruin your expectations and comfort. Deliberately, he wraps his arms around you fully and keeps you warm, not a single thing occupying his mind right now except for you, while you slowly fall asleep to the beating of his heart and distant clock ticking.

Pantalone

With a borderline soft smile Pantalone walks out of the shower and looks at you. He smells like heavenly musk and mint toothpaste, delivering a mix of impossible. A dark navy satin gown hugs to his body loosely. His skinny complexion is of course the cause of it. You can’t help but notice the sharp outline of his shoulders and his hands – bare and calloused, subjected to eczema, but still looking incredibly tender.

“Are you sure you’ll be comfortable staying a night with me? After all, I’m a man.”

His clarification makes you smile — careful, isn’t he? Setting a slow pace is certainly one way to maintain a positive vibe between you two.

Once getting into the bed sheets where you welcome him with a soft smile, Pantalone relaxes and lets out a soft exhale. He takes his glasses off and puts them into the case on the bedside table.

“Good. Please, make yourself comfortable.” You wait for Pantalone to pull on the blanket, but he seems to be waiting too. The both of you freeze there, in the bed, expecting one another to make a move. Pantalone realises how inconvenient and inconsiderate the situation is and his smirk turns into a wide smile.

“This is so silly of me, isn’t it?” He finally grips onto the blanket and pulls it, the fuzzy warm thing coats you both smoothly.

You notice the way Pantalone stares you up and down, not in a weird way, but rather studying your face again and again. He has seen you so many times, yet now you seem different up close to him in this intimate moment.

You clear your throat:

“Do you cuddle?”

“Cuddling?” His smile falters only for a moment, the wheels in his head are turning. “I assume so, only if you’d like that.” Something about his answer remains unspoken. Letting someone so intimately close not only to the body but to his soul is apparently a burden. Kisses and hugs after all are much different than a one night stand with a gorgeous rich woman he doesn’t love.

“I’d very much like that.”

Pantalone nods, as if accepting his fate he snuggles closer to you and says firmly:

“Wrap your arms around my waist.” You do exactly that, wrapping your arms around his what seems to be quite thin waist, even though covered in a robe. The robe however does not hide the fragility of his body.

Pantalone relaxes into the mattress and attempts to get into a more lying-like position, all before you notice something.

“You have toothpaste on your face.”

“Toothpaste? On my face?” Visibly startled and embarrased, he who is used to always take care of his appearance to the highest standard, immediately roams over his face with his fingers trying to find the spot but ends up smearing it. Seeing the helpless Harbinger failing at finding the toothpaste spread on his cheek, you bring your thumb to his face and wipe it properly. Certainly not expecting your touch, Pantalone tenses up a bit but lets you finish the task. Once you clean it with your delicate touch you slowly lower you hand to run down his shoulders.

“Are we ready to sleep?” you ask, your hand lingering on his robe, embracing the warmth coming from his body. Pantalone chuckles, still covering his previous embarrasment and responds softly:

“If you find yourself completely comfortable, then we shall sleep”, his face once again loses his smirk as he pulls on you slowly and gently to keep you flush and pressed to his chest, with no visible ulterior motive however. His touch is so gentle it is almost innoticeable, yet he manages to guide you closely to him. He looks into your eyes for a few moments before murmuring simply “Good night” and shutting his eyes.

During the sleep however he tosses and turns his body so that the big spoon role averts to you naturally.

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sfznyxio · 7 months ago

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-ˋˏ WITHIN THESE CASTLE WALLS ˎˊ

SYNOPSIS. saving twins from getting killed who turn out to be rulers of the celestia kingdom isn’t part of the plan. neither is being instated as a member of the royal guard as their gratitude. with the alarming increase of assassinations, you’re wary of everyone in the castle. who is your ally or enemy, or who will be the one to capture your heart?

CHARACTERS. albedo, arataki itto, dainsleif, diluc, eula, jean, kaedehara kazuha, kaeya, kamisato ayato, sangonomiya kokomi, tartaglia, thoma, xiao, zhongli

CONTENT. gn!reader. royal au. fluff. 1.3k words. rewrite of within these castle walls [i] at my old main blog @/verxsyon. inspired by fire emblem: three houses. mentions of assassination attempts which many of them failed. assassination attempt (tartaglia). seduction (sangonomiya kokomi).

VERA. can't believe it's been two years since i wrote wtcw. time flies by really fast. i miss this series so much. will i rewrite for the other parts? no, because respectfully, they suck oof. initially, wtcw was supposed to be one part so here it is lol.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. ALBEDO

a noble descended from a lineage of alchemists. albedo prefers to stay at home to tend to his research and to avoid social interactions. in spite of believing that relationships are bothersome, he’s only interested in you. as an attempt to create a friendship, he brings you flowers which one of his books suggested. he becomes self-conscious that his efforts may not be sufficient, you appear happy when thanking him and complimenting his thoughtfulness. for a split second, an awkward smile graces upon his lips.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. ARATAKI ITTO

a mercenary of oni blood. infamous in his hometown for causing trouble with the authorities with his gang. itto is a popular figure because of his “dashing” looks and abrasiveness. his overconfidence is one reason why you can’t stand him. you never met someone this unbearable. he always disturbs your training by challenging you to a duel, lots of them. comes determined to win the match, but loses every single time. perhaps you’ll indulge him once more, just to see what happens when he finally will be victorious.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. DAINSLEIF

captain of the royal guard and royal advisor to the throne. assassination threats have been circulating throughout the kingdom, so he constantly puts his guard up even though you saved the twins. it’s the fact that they trust a complete stranger with battle experience who can kill them any time. nevertheless, he takes you under his wing in accordance with their wishes. his paranoia is understandable, but you believe he’s too harsh on you. he assigns you extra work to prove your worth as an asset. you hope you’ll survive the initiation process.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. DILUC

head of house ragnvindr, tycoons of the wine industry. everyone swoons over the flame-haired man. one of the girls at the flower shop can’t stop talking about diluc like a knight in shining armor. your opinion of him is that you don’t get the hype. politics are supposedly not that important to him, but it’s a whole different story when the royal guard is involved, opposing their operations. it’s suspicious that his comments align with a vigilante who wears a ridiculous costume at night. for sure, you think he deserves respect to protect the place called home.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. EULA

exiled daughter of house lawrence, the clan with a tarnished reputation. the twins are gracious enough to grant eula a position of a royal soldier, upsetting the majority of citizens. you admire her dissociation with her clan’s history, wishing everyone sees her past that. she doesn’t deserve hate for something that is beyond her control. you want to befriend her, but her sense of humor is unique in a way that it kind of gives you chills down your spine. if it makes you feel any better, she likes you for seeing her as herself.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. JEAN

head of house gunnhildr. jean dedicates her life to serve the kingdom, to the point where she tends to overwork. more worried about the state of the state more than her own health, she doesn’t know how to reconnect with her younger sister and what romance feels like out of the romance novels she reads. as someone who spends most of their life in one place, you sympathize with her, therefore offering to solve her dilemma. after all, both of you need breaks from interfering with assassinations. she is confused as to why she feels warm when you’re around.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. KAEDEHARA KAZUHA

a former refugee from an insular empire. upon entering the kingdom a few years ago, kazuha was thought to be an assassin which he of course got arrested for, but was pardoned and given the option to live here and serve the crown. in the present, he patrols the seas to fend off intruders. at the end of the shift, he disappears from his crew just to find you. his captain knows that he is smitten with the soldier who was trained as a mercenary. the poems he recites at sea are essentially confession letters in hopes to make you his one day.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. KAEYA

a fellow royal soldier adopted into house ragnvindr. the elderly consider kaeya like their own grandson, but he is so far from angelic. he misleads patrollers to another direction of the crimes and dodges your questions regarding his whereabouts. the citizens might be involved in his antics, avoiding eye contact with you whenever you mention him. apparently, you’re dense, failing to notice the signs of him trying to make a move on you. he’s been doing those things to make you pay attention to him and have you all to himself in private.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. KAMISATO AYATO

head of house kamisato. responsible for managing external affairs, ayato is required to travel, always away for business. although it’s said he goes on trips most of the time, his appearance is a mystery. rumored to be tall with blue hair and a mole near his mouth, everyone joins in the hunt to find him at the royal party, sending his sister and retainer in a frenzy to protect his identity. your dance partner fits the description to a t. when the guests discover that you were dancing with the commissioner, your partner kisses your hand and whisks away into the night.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. SANGONOMIYA KOKOMI

head of house sangonomiya. kokomi is also its military strategist. having the ability to foresee the tactics and its outcomes of another army, she is a force to be reckoned with and a valuable ally to the crown. you had the pleasure of being invited to her guest room, where she was waiting for you in an extremely thin nightgown. not the type to show emotions, it’s rare to see her amused, and she beckons you to come inside. not only is she well-versed in the art of war, she’s surprisingly an expert in the art of seduction as well.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. TARTAGLIA

a diplomat from a neighboring kingdom, or so he claims to be. there is something about childe that sets him apart from the other diplomats who visited the kingdom. your first encounter with him is not pleasant. a mutual distrust forms between the two of you, yet the space you both share is tense. one night with crazed eyes and a knife at your neck, he reveals that he was assigned to assassinate the twins. you’re in the way, but oddly enough, he doesn’t want to hurt you. it seems like he’s doing this against his will, or it’s the tension talking.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. THOMA

retainer of house kamisato. thoma is a fan favorite among the royal staff by being the type of servant they needed. honestly, you don’t like him. but you don’t dislike him either. the epitome of perfection, but too perfect for your taste. he’s also too nice for his own good, hearing him apologize things he isn’t at fault for and saying yes to all requests from the staff. as he serves a clan full of swordsmen, he knows how to fight. so when you unleash a surprise attack on him, he doesn’t retaliate. it reminds him of a similar incident in the past that changed his life for the worse.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. XIAO

a deity sworn to protect the kingdom centuries ago as a promise to one draconic god. xiao finds humans strange, but you’re even stranger, as a child who fought against a beast by yourself in the forest, accidentally fulfilling a commission for a mercenary group who struggled to kill it for months. he despises crowds, but decides to pose as a royal soldier to meet you. when you encounter a dangerous creature during your patrol, he comes to your rescue. then he whispers into your ear to call his name in times of desperation before disappearing into thin air.

𝄞༉‧₊˚. ZHONGLI

a knowledgeable historian. zhongli is friendly and enjoys having casual conversations over tea. there isn’t anyone within the castle who has not been invited to his corner of the library. you have been there as a regular you already lost count. from those meetings, you track his mesmerizing amber eyes. you swear that you’ve seen them in some history books of a draconic deity who once presided over this kingdom. it’s impossible, as higher beings perished during the cataclysm, but the glint in his eyes says otherwise.

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endursent · 2 months ago

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From Duty to Dawn

【 content; kamisato ayato x retainer!reader , established relationship , mild suggestiveness , hurt / comfort , some angst , political landscape , poisoning , forbidden (and secret) relationship , gn!reader 】

【 summary; Ayato dislikes attending political banquets and events—but there are times that he must show face for once. You accompany him as his personal retainer and guard, of course, yet have to act accordingly under the eyes of the political nobility and lordlings... not so much as a touch is appropriate. You must act as if you are nothing more than a servant to him, and it is an act you are very used to and practiced at.

The Inazuman nobility are no strangers to assassins and deep plots, least of all Ayato himself—and you are used to being a preventative step, stopping such attempts from reaching your lord (and beloved). Though you aren't used to being caught in the crossfire of it, consuming a compromised cup meant for him. 】

【 note; experimenting with some retainer!reader that i kind of have an idea for a multi-chapter story... feeling for it a little, consider it a taste. 】

【 word count; 7.756 | read on ao3 | masterlist 】

His skin is soft and cool under your fingertips, you brush a strand of hair from his forehead and watch movement occur behind his closed eyelids. A halo of moonlight casts against his cheek, shining from outside a partially open window allowing fresh air inside the wide room.

“Mmnh… am I disturbing your rest?” Ayato’s voice is heavy with sleep as his lashes flutter slightly and his eyes lazily open halfway. His gaze finds yours leaning above him, he doesn’t look to the moon to see if dawn is approaching, eyes fixed on your face as if it were far more interesting.

You hum, thumb gliding over his jaw and touching a tangled lock of hair falling down to his neck. “Should that not be my question? I was awake before you.”

His hand rises from under the thick cover, Ayato’s palm is warm despite the cool skin of his cheek and jaw, his touch gentle and fingertips soft. “Perhaps… but it seems to me that I may have distracted you.”

“You are rather distracting,” you agree as he lifts your palm to his lips, a chaste kiss placed upon your skin. Sleepy and dishevelled like this… how can you not touch his face? You’re hardly holding back from leaning down and giving him a proper kiss. But perhaps that’s not very productive when you both should be sleeping.

A smile tugs at Ayato’s lips and his half-lidded eyes crease only slightly. “Is that so?”

You raise an eyebrow down at him, leaning on your side and elbow to the futon—mostly to get a better vantage point to stare at him as he sleeps. Very normal (for you). “Mhm, now, go back to sleep,” your hand moves from his as you use your fingers to close his eyelids again. “Important meeting to be had in the morning, lords need a healthy sleep schedule.”

Making no move to take your hand from his eyes, a soft huff of amusement leaves his chest. “I am hardly on my feet all day,” Ayato makes a weak argument, these small moments of bedside chatter are scarce and short—can he be blamed for desiring to extend this chance? “Perhaps I will be further inclined with a more convincing reward.”

Your eyebrows raise. “Reward? Excitement won’t put you to sleep.” Despite your reluctance to indulge in whatever “reward” he deems himself worthy of, you tilt your head slightly, inclined in curiosity.

“A kiss, nothing more,” he says innocently, eyes practically shining as he gazes up at you. “On the lips?”

“How demanding,” you mumble, before leaning down and giving him what he wants—never has it been your strength to deny him anything… to a healthy extent. His lips are soft and well moist, as if he had quickly licked them after you closed your eyes. It’s a short peck, nothing to get him excited for—then you’d never fall back asleep. “There, is that—”

Clearly unsatisfied, Ayato’s hand reaches behind your head, curling at your nape as he pulls you back down—your elbow nearly slips but you manage to catch yourself by setting a hand down beside his head, ensuring you don’t crush your body to his so suddenly. The second touch of your lips is greedier, he holds the kiss for a few more seconds before his tongue touches your mouth—at which point you tug your head back a little and slip your hand between your faces, palm over his lips.

With a pout, you stare down at him with an unimpressed expression. “A kiss?”

His voice is muffled below your hand, but you can feel his smile. “My apologies, I couldn’t resist.”

You click your tongue, removing your hand from his mouth and wiping it on your clothes. “My lord should learn some discipline,” your tone is both scolding and mild, not a true fire beneath your tone. “Perhaps he should go without for a while.”

“My retainer would not be so cruel as to defy me the essence of life?” a smile tugs at his lips as you move back to where you were before he tugged you over, fingers covering your mouth as you yawn. “I wouldn’t have the strength to go on.”

“Essence of life? What have you been reading to find such lines? The only essence of life you consume is the finite supply of milk tea produced in the next three countries over,” you huff a laugh and lie back down beside him, tugging the covers back up to your shoulder. “We have much to do tomorrow, go to sleep.”

Ayato hums, scooting closer as you close your eyes, he snakes his arms around you and tugs you into himself, your face squishing into his chest—the front flaps of his robe are loose, opening like a maw to allow your cheek to be pressed to his skin. “Ayato…” you grumble against him, trying to shift to get more comfortable, ending up with setting a leg over his waist and arms in a somewhat awkward, but kind of comfortable position—you hope they won’t give you pins and needles in the middle of the night.

“It’s been too long since I had you here, let me keep you close for the night,” his words are low and quieter than before, undoubtedly he’s gotten comfortable and already starting to slow his breath for sleep. “You can turn around if you wish.”

“... no, this is fine,” you don’t move, while it might be more comfortable, he is right—it’s been many nights since you slept with him like this. As spring approaches the Yashiro commission gets more busy preparing for said spring, as well as summer, the real behemoth of Tasks-Need-To-Be-Done-Before-These-Months.

The sleep the two of you slip into is peaceful and serene, the cicadas haven’t emerged yet, and the partially open windows a comfortably cool breeze to slip through, ensuring neither of you feel too warm against each other.

As always, you wake far before Ayato does—fetching the freshly prepared clothes for the day, checking the day’s schedule with the general staff—though Thoma usually oversees the housekeeping schedule and staff, so you only check in with him to make sure everything is going smoothly. After doing the rounds and finally going to the kitchen to take the prepared tray of tea, you headed back to Ayato’s bedchambers… which is a mild way to put it, when his room, a general living and tea room attached to it as well as his private wash chambers span a good corner of the estate.

Sliding the door shut behind you, Ayato is already awake—it’s not very often that you have to rouse him yourself—and has freshened up. “Good morning,” you greet as you set the tray on the low table by the wall, raising the pot to pour some tea into a cup for him. “You mentioned the other day that this blend from Yashiori was refreshing, perhaps it’s good for mornings.”

He approaches you and accepts the offered cup, taking a small whiff of it as you set the pot down. Ayato takes a lingering sip and considers the taste for a moment before speaking. “Hm… refreshing, yes. Though, I do prefer my usual,” he takes another sip before setting it aside. “It is good.”

“I will inform the kitchens,” you nod and stand to find the folded fabrics you brought earlier. Sunlight filters through the paper walls, casting the room in a comfortable hue that nearly covers the white fabrics in your hands yellow. “Will you wear primarily white or blue tonight?”

“Blue, I wore white too many times in recent meetings,” Ayato muses as he fishes for some socks in a cabinet. He doesn’t care much for public appearances or gatherings, but he was officially invited along with the other Tri-Commissioners to celebrate a smooth winter and the coming of spring—he will stop by for a few hours at most and retire early; they at least expect him to show his face. Unfortunately. He could be doing far more productive things elsewhere.

With a sound of affirmation, you set the blue robes up to hang over the rack made for them. Your hands smoothe the fabrics out and ensure there’s no creases while you hear shuffling behind you, no doubt Ayato getting ready—at least, as far as he gets. You hear your name said behind you. “Ah, could you give me a hand?”

Setting the accessories of the outfit aside, you move around the futon laying on the floor to help Ayato with the layers of his clothes, though he can easily set most of it together, his undershirts are tied slightly behind him. “There,” you hum as you tie the knot and step back to reach for some of the accessories of his current outfit—your own clothes are rather simple compared to his, but his position demands more… grandeur than yours does.

As you help him with the finishing touches and ropes, Ayato gives you a smile. “I assume you’ve completed your duties for the morning, why don’t you join me for breakfast? We can discuss the day’s events while I go over a few reports that need oversight before noon.”

You wrack your brain for a few seconds—while you would love to agree immediately, you don’t recall if there’s anything of import that you’re supposed to do in the next hour… it’s best to consider it regardless. “I am not busy,” you say as you finalise the last accessory on his right arm. “I’ll bring it to your study when it’s ready, from what I saw in the kitchens earlier, it’s within the next ten minutes.”

“Wonderful, I’ll have settled by then.”

Thinking he was done and ready, you move to finalise his robe on the rack when a hand encircles your wrist, stopping you in your tracks. “Ah, I received no good morning kiss before you departed,” Ayato is smiling when you look back at him, eyes lightly crinkled in mirth.

“You did receive one, you were merely fast asleep,” you huff. He’s so greedy for attention for someone who is supposed to be subtle about it.

He inclines his head, his smile remaining as he pulls you closer. “It can hardly count if I wasn’t awake, no?” Ayato’s hand turns and loosens its grip, sliding towards your palm to hold your hand instead as he raises your knuckle to his lips. “Hm, please?” The tickle of his lips against your skin, and the glint in his eyes are hard to resist at once. “If only my puppy had a real tail, would it be wagging right now?”

This guy… you want to pinch his cheeks and really show him what happens if he ticks you off, but you don’t—he’ll enjoy the retaliation. “Tch, don’t you have reports to read? Or papers to sign?”

Exhaling in mock disappointment, Ayato lets go of your hand and fixes his sleeve. “Of course, I have not forgotten… my dear retainer seems to not allow me to do so.”

It’s a whole ritual to help Ayato put on his more formal robes, each layer is tugged and laid over the other in a careful manner and your practiced hands do so with little hesitation. He stays still as always, waiting patiently as you finalise the ornaments and accessories that complete the look—sometimes you wonder how he walks around in such a heavy outfit.

The trip to Inazuma City takes half the day, and thus you didn’t have much time to enjoy the breakfast Ayato insisted you share, there was much to finish before departing—and so you had scooped your breakfast in your mouth so quickly he had inquired whether your stomach wouldn’t reject it.

… and you didn’t exactly feel great during the ride here, it seems your stomach was a bit upset at you—but you just had to live with some discomfort.

The celebrations are held in a large hall made for such things not far from the Tenshukaku—the Shogun herself won’t be attending, but that’s neither surprising nor expected, and might even be… rather awkward. You’ve never met her yourself, and you’re unsure if you would want that first meeting to be surrounded by soon-to-be tipsy and bordering drunk nobles and vassals.

The venue is beautifully decorated, lanterns lit with decorative papers that set a subtle pink hue over the room, the branches hanging overhead as you enter the large hall haven’t bloomed yet, but in a matter of a few weeks they would become lovely. The celebration is held a little earlier this year, due to some changes in trade and an expansion of Ritou’s port, the petals would usually have at least peeked out a little.

It’s surprisingly well organised and set up, considering the Tenryou Commission practically demanded they take care of it this year… the Yashiro Commission is the most practiced for these types of affairs—but they’ve truly outdone themselves.

You accompany Ayato inside, taking your place at his southeast, as custom dictates—and follow only a couple of steps behind. He is stopped by every single noble the two of you pass, and you stand nearby in silence… and mild annoyance. There’s no burden to yourself, but you know how much Ayato dislikes the theatrics, the impossible perfection expected of one another in manners, interaction and even appearance. And an unhappy Ayato (beneath a perfectly crafted, polite smile), makes an unhappy, shadowing retainer.

There’s few that greet you, the most is a nod between retainers as their lords meet and giving a respectful bow to those of an appropriate station.

Long rows of tables have been laid out, plush cushions set in preparation as attendants moved about to ready the meals while the nobles socialised. At the head were three cushions with a back for the Tri-Commissioners, while all other seats were bare cushions… for a moment you envied Ayato for having something for his back, unless you consciously keep your posture straight and poised, you always end up hunching like some kind of floor-demon.

There’s a benefit for being both Ayato’s retainer and guard—you get to sit as close to him as possible, though not always as close as you’d like… there’s quite a few seats between you, and you are allowed to partake in the meal of the night.

The chatter of the hall grows louder the longer people remain inside, the doors have been slid open to reveal the gardens beyond the hall, but braziers have been lit to keep the space warm—there’s still quite an early-spring chill in the air, especially as evening darkens the skies. You follow Ayato to his spot overlooking the hall furthest from the doors, you lean down to whisper to him. “I will retreat to my own seat then.”

Ayato hums in acknowledgement. “Of course. I will signal you,” he replies without turning his head.

Satisfied, you make your way down past the nobles and vassals sitting closer to the Commissioners until you find your seat at the lower level. Enough to be within eyesight of your lord and most of the hall, and with your back to the cool outside of the room. The food presented is wonderful—the shoots are perfect as you scoop them into your mouth, almost forgetting to pay attention before catching yourself. The meals will be lovely tonight, but you shouldn’t forget why you’re here.

Straightening a bit—as you had started to slouch over the food in your interest and focus, you eyeball Ayato’s plate. He has already finished the small portion that was brought out as the first round of dishes, seeming to answer a question proposed to him from the sidelined table of lords on his right.

Momentarily, as his mouth moves—though you’re too far away to hear his voice—Ayato’s eyes shift and meet yours. You don’t make much movement, holding his gaze in case he was trying to tell you something… but none of his usual signs follow, and then he looks away.

Hahh… putting you on edge by looking into your eyes—can’t Ayato try and behave like a normal lord for a night? It wouldn’t kill him to follow some rules and procedures. He can be teasing and sly once you’re not in this particular environment.

The night goes on and more dishes are served, you shift your position slightly to rest your knees as some other have along the evening but are prepared to shoot back into position if needed. Your belly is overfull with food already, so you mostly indulge in the vegetables on your plate before starting the more heavy bites. You thought you had just started feeling better from earlier today… and here you are, scooping meal after meal down—it wouldn’t do to leave behind a full plate.

Ignoring as the attendants of the attendance hall take your empty plate, you prepare for the main course—the fourth out of five for this gathering.

But as the fresh plates are laid out and you thank the attendant next to you that gives you a clear pair of chopsticks, you notice movement in the corner of your eyes. Ayato raised his arm to fix his hair from his face with a slightly exaggerated flourish of his long sleeve, violet eyes staring directly at you—a call for attention.

He tilts his head to his cup, and you move after grabbing one of the cups by your plate. Staying low as you cross around the tables, you come up behind Ayato, leaning close to him so that he can whisper to you. “Take my sake,” he utters, lifting the cup to you.

Ayato doesn’t enjoy sake served hot, lukewarm is tolerable, but he’s not a fan of hot or warm beverages in general. You set your own cup by his hand, a tea that has cooled down—perhaps a bit more than can be acceptable to offer a lord, but Ayato takes it either way.

While such a high-ranking guest’s preferences would usually be catered to, Ayato doesn’t very much like discussing his preferences with those outside of his household… and he also just likes to give you whatever he doesn’t want, whether you like it or not.

“Of course,” you take his drink from his offered hands and move back to your seat. You’re thankfully not the only retainer that has stood up to attend to their master tonight, not that you’d let that thought stop you from tending to Ayato’s needs.

Sitting back down, you gulp down the sake while it’s hot before starting on the main meal. Perhaps having some sake will clear out some room in your stomach for the last two courses, the final one will likely be small anyway.

Chatter surrounds you, but you’ve been tuning it out most of the night—the Kamisato estate is rather far from the outskirts of the city, and thus you don’t exactly have close relations or friends with other retainers or servants of clans outside the Kamisato. No one addresses you in particular either, so you can mostly eat in peace and keep your attention where it’s required.

The food tastes okay—you expected the salt grilled prawn to have more of a taste than it does, all the foods have been rather surprising so far, surely the main dish isn’t the one to disappoint?

You feel kind of bad for thinking that while the prawn is just staring back up at you.

A voice next to you says your name that you snap out of your staring contest with the prawn on your plate—you didn’t even realise you were staring at it so intensely. Raising your head, you see the man next to you staring at you. “Ah, you were being addressed…”

There’s an attendant behind you, squatting down to not stand over you. “My apologies, you simply seemed uncomfortable, would you like me to bring you some water?”

Uncomfortable? You don’t feel uncomfortable—not much at least, maybe your tongue stings a little, but that might just be the salt off the prawn. “Oh… I’m sorry. Yes, thank you,” you take the empty sake cup and hold it to the woman as she tilts the water-filled flask to your cup. The bows and leaves, and the man next to you has turned back to his former conversations.

Had the attendant been calling for your attention? You didn’t hear her at all.

Raising your eyes towards Ayato again, you find him staring at you—it’s almost enough to knock attention back into you and straighten your back, almost. You sip the water in your cup slowly, but the cool water doesn’t parch the dryness in your throat, if anything, it stings your tongue—like ice on an open wound.

Your expression pinches, the numbing pins that follow spreading out your jaw and to your ears.

Across the room, Ayato is still staring at your face—he knows you like the back of his hand, better even… and there’s something wrong about the way your hand trembles as you lower your empty cup of water. He watches you subtly, pretending to focus on his meal as his eyes follow the furrow of your brow and discomfort in your eyes.

He can’t just stand up and approach you to ask whether you’re alright, nor does he want to bring attention to you—in the case it’s nothing more than a swallowed wrong sip… but something tugs at his nerves that something is wrong. Ayato is well-versed in preventative measures, and he ensures every corner is secure before he sets foot into a room that isn’t within his own home—had he missed a step?

His mind suddenly fills with thoughts and a step-to-step recollection of the earlier day—the moment the two of you left the estate and made for the city and to this moment. Nowhere had he suspected anything amiss, nor seen any signs that would send alarm bells in his mind.

But he cannot simply sit and wait until you show whether something is amiss or not—you might be his retainer and guard, but he would never have you lunge yourself onto a blade for him.

Your ears ache, and you feel nauseous, the entire room feels as if every single person is staring at you, but you can’t seem to tell their faces apart. You rub your eyes and shake your head to try and clear your thoughts, but it only invites a dizzying spin of the room with the turn of your head.

Your tongue still stings, the zapping pain that shot towards your ears is pricking down your throat now—there must something have been in the drinks you consumed, but your mind struggles to follow your instincts and as you shift to turn around, your hand misses the table where you attempted to lay it to assist with standing. You don’t have the balance to graciously save yourself, and you almost tumble into the man next to you, who turns around in bewilderment of practically getting body-checked.

Voices now form around you, louder than before—aimed at you. You apologise hurriedly, but your tongue doesn’t move and your words sound like the groans of a ghost. Hands steady you as the repeated sounds of what sounds like your name, or a formal kind of address fill your ears, and brain, and eyes—and you can’t focus on the blend of faces that all look like half-cooked seaweed in front of your eyes, or is that the back of someone’s head?

It hurts to breathe, every drag of your breath is painful, it hurts to keep your eyes open, to move your tongue—it hurts—fuck, it hurts so much—

The room turns on its head as blood spills from your lips, not in a wave or splatter—a single line mixed with drool that drips down from your chin and onto your chest. Attendants rush to move out of the way as half the sitting retainers and guards rush towards you, the hurry and chaos is enough to make you want to puke, but you doubt anything so wet would appear in your dry throat as is begins to burn, as if you swallowed something searing hot.

Ayato stands to his feet, striding across the room quickly without running as he shoulders his way past the crowd of people. He had been weighing his options on how to pull you away quietly without raising attention… before you decided to stand up on your own and crumpled onto the person next to you. As soon as you missed your grip on the table and your dazed eyes didn’t react, his heart had beat twice in place of one.

Getting to you was a fight and a half until the people blocking his way saw who it was that was trying to push past them. Your expression was pained, but your eyes were half-lidded and unresponsive to the movements before it, blood slipping from the corner of your mouth as your breaths heaved with great strain.

“What the hells happened to them?!!” “Hey! Wake up!” “Call for healers!”

Shouts and calls bounced back and forth in the wide hall, but Ayato’s attention was on your face—he finally reached your side and knelt down where someone had laid you on your side in case you would suddenly throw up. He says your name quietly—far too quiet to be heard beneath the shouting of the people standing above you. He longs to take your cheek and wipe the blood and spit from your skin, but such gentle gestures have no explanation between a lord and retainer.

“Look at me,” Ayato’s words are demanding, but his tone isn’t. If he can’t physically turn your face, he wants you to do it. He says your name, but there’s no reaction from you as the crowd parts for healers to fill their place, robes sickeningly white and pristine as they kneel down to examine you.

He watches their movements closely, but there’s little he can do—you’ve been poisoned. Such attempts at assassination are not few nor far between in a political landscape such as this, and Ayato could not count it on one hand the number of times he has refused or tossed out a compromised cup. He would recognise it anywhere—but how?

His usually carefully crafted measures of avoiding assassinations did not prevent this—the food is all supposed to be tested and carefully crafted before it’s served, no celebration that hosts all three Tri-Commissioners and several other nobles can afford to take half-measures, and it seems he is the fool for assuming the Tenryou Commission would take every step as seriously as they should, no matter how small.

Ayato longs to take your trembling hand—it hasn’t stopped shaking since you put your cup down, he wishes he could place your head on his lap and reassure you, whether you could hear him or not. The pained breaths leaving your lips sound like the groans of a dead man, every drag of air through your pained throat tying a tighter vice around his heart.

The healers pry open your mouth and eyelids, staring into them for answers as they feel for your pulse as well. Their mutterings fly by as Ayato’s hands clench on his lap, holding himself back. “—bleeding from the tongue and throat—” “—temperature dropping too fast—” “—pulse is too erratic—”

He can’t sit there anymore. “What has to be done?” Ayato’s voice silences their mutterings, every second you simply lay there, dying, gasping, is a second his nerves are trying to escape his body through his fingertips.

“Take them to a side room, we must determine what occu—”

“They were poisoned,” Ayato cuts the poor healer off halfway through their sentence, his tone bereft of patience. “Determine the root, I will find the cure.”

“O-of course, quickly now!” the same healer nods as the three raise you into their arms carefully. Mutters and conversation rumble among onlookers, the sudden chaos of someone dropping down could of course only mean one thing, and it’s ripe for speculation and rumours.

Ayato ignores them as he stands, but hasn’t made a step to follow the healers taking you away when Chisato suddenly appears by his side, her eyes wide and hands close to her chest. “What an awful sight—are you alright, Kamisato-san?”

He’d rather not keep up appearances and stay from your side too long… “My apologies for the commotion, I must ensure my retainer is alright,” Ayato was about to turn and leave the hall when he spotted Kamaji speaking hurriedly with his two retainers, waving one away as the second was nodding to whatever he was saying.

“Ah, do me a favour, my lady. Please try and find the employee list for me, if you could,” Ayato says to her, inclining his head only a little before turning and leaving the attendance hall without waiting for her response, or seeing her reaction. It would speed the process up for him if she would do it, but whether she accepts such a bold request from him is another matter.

The healers are already hard at work by the time he arrives, they’ve taken a blood sample, and called for a higher ranked healer who happens to have a vision on her hip. Ayato approaches the futon you’ve been laid out on and looks to the main healer. “Has there been any progress?”

You look awful, and still pained—Ayato wishes you had lost consciousness from the pain already, if only to spare you the agony… or perhaps himself, from having to watch it.

“The poison is a fast-acting one, but it does not spread as fast as it harms, nothing has reached or damaged any organs,” the woman speaks, her hand hovers over your chest—the flaps of your outfit pulled open for them to examine the skin and feel for your heart—and a faint glow emits from her palm. Immediately, your body jerks and a pained cry leaves your throat that makes Ayato nearly jump at attention.

“What is it?” he asks hurriedly, eyes flickering between your face and the healer beside you.

The woman retreats her hand. “It seems to have a burning reaction, perhaps a foreign herb—the bout of pain was from my pyro vision searching their body, it creates a warm feeling that seems to be unwelcome in the state they are in now.”

It’s a delicate situation—and if the plant used for the poison is foreign, it will add difficulty to find a suitable antidote… but it can also help narrow the perpetrator down. Though his desire to find the ones responsible for this are great—his desire to see your eyes open and focused again are greater. Thankfully, Ayato works well under pressure.

He glances towards a healer as they approach with a jug full of water to set aside. “We shall begin a simple preventative process,” he says, bowing his head at Ayato’s stare. They hurriedly set your body on its side again, it’s only been ten to fifteen minutes since you consumed the poison—and thus if they can make you empty your stomach, it could toss out a large part of the poison that hasn’t been digested.

Ayato doesn’t look away as vile tea is poured down your throat, it’s foul enough to make anyone immediately vomit. As half-digested food spills from your lips, tinted with blood and bile, it’s clear whatever poison was used is utterly colourless as there’s no strange discolouration in the contents, nothing unusual at least.

He takes a breath to reel in the frustrations searing the inside of his belly, to not let them overcome him—Ayato must have you stable, and a plan set out to locate the perpetrators before he can even consider allowing himself to feel.

After vomiting two more times, the healers let you rest for a minute or two—not that you recognise the time frame nor what is happening anyway—before practically pouring cup after cup down your throat, lighting incense beneath your nose so that you swallow as much of it as possible to dilute whatever poison still lines your stomach and throat.

If you’re lucky… they’ve acted quickly enough that more won’t be necessary, but Ayato won’t take the chance.

A healer from the side approaches Ayato where he stands and stares, eyes unblinking as he watches everything that’s happening to your poor body—he failed to prevent this, and thus he cannot be permitted to look away. “Kamisato-sama…” the healer calls to him quietly, and it snaps Ayato from his thoughtless gaze. “The ingredient itself that was used is unknown—likely foreign to Inazuma… but it shares similar components to dendrobium when ground and strained with strong alcohol, the symptoms are similar to that of the late Tanaka-sama’s death.”

If similar enough, the typical antidote commonly known should prove sufficient. Ayato didn’t bring many people with him to this gathering outside of himself and you, but the Shuumatsuban are never far. A simple step outside the room is enough to call for them. The Shuumatsuban would never enter or make themselves known in a public space such as this, if only because accusations would aim towards Ayato that he had assassins posted nearby for ill intentions. But at his call, a short woman wearing highly concealing clothing appears at his feet with her head bowed.

Sending her off with the orders to find the needed ingredients, Ayato lingers in the empty and quiet hallway for a time. He can do so little for you in the present moment that it tears him apart—he can only send for an antidote and pray it will prevent your untimely demise and departure from his side… there is a deep, consuming desire in his chest to be close to your side, to grasp your hand in his and feel your pulse beneath his own fingers.

Were it not for the damned ways of the Inazuman political landscape—were it not for the assumptions and social requirements that you be nothing more than a servant to him, disposable at worst and at arm’s length and best. Never to be allowed a simple touch or gentle caress be it not hidden behind concealing screens and behind solid walls.

Ayato runs a hand over his face, fingers rubbing at his eyes… of all the people in that room, it had to be you.

He hadn’t stopped and gathered his thoughts properly, rationality clawing from between bloated nerves, feeling as if they would explode at any moment so long as your eyes were unfocused and not fixed on him.

Going back to the scene would do him no good—undoubtedly the nobles and servants still whisper and discuss among themselves, and he would be bombarded with questions and assumptions, there's no space to think.

Thankfully, Ayato has an excellent memory… if he can just focus and think back. Was it from the food? Drink? The blood and space of damage was inside your mouth, it was consumed through there…

The memory of your trembling hand lowering the cup he had traded with you flashes in his mind and a sinking feeling tugged on his stomach just as it did churn with the beginnings of anger.

You had been drinking water when your hand shook… but the poison would not work so fast as to have such an effect immediately. It had to be from the sake—who would target you after all? Outside of being a respected servant of the Kamisato household, you had little else to your name.

The cup had been poisoned, meant for him… during the highlight of the feast, served with the main course. The thought of being the target of assassination does not shake him, but the thought—and reality—of you being caught in the crossfire does.

Ayato can’t stand being out in the hallway for longer, hopefully the Shuumatsuban will bring what he requested soon enough.

You had barely felt anything for a while, and though it was a nice change of pace… not feeling anything is both alarming and uncomfortable—you’re barely lucid enough to understand why you’re alarmed by it, you just know you are.

All you remember were hands touching you, hurried musings you couldn’t tell apart, and that your throat, mouth and eventually chest hurt so much you thought you might’ve been disembowelled.

Squinting your eyes open after wallowing in darkness for some time, you saw a familiar wooden ceiling… you’ve spent enough time in the estate’s infirmary wing to know the ceiling very well, as well as the scent of the flowers they decorate it with to cover up the smell of the medicines and gore that’s stuck to the floors and walls after generations of utilising it.

There’s no one around as you turn your head, you test your voice to be able to call out for someone later—you’re still a bit groggy to want to be poked at just yet—and find that the only sound that leaves you is a strained breath, but barely any sound.

You do feel rather thirsty.

Lying there for a while more hoping the heavy feeling in your body and head will dissipate at least somewhat, your wait amounts to nothing as you still feel as if there’s a whole horse sitting on you and refusing to budge.

You reach out and tug on the string to your left, a small chime hanging overhead to call for a healer—and you’re surprise with the speed (and force) that the door is slid open the moment your fingers touch the string. “Y-you’re awake! Please lower your arm!”

Doing as you’re told—not that you had much strength in it to hold it up like that for long—you blink a few times as Kanna hurried to you, and as you suspected… poking and prodding, she tilted your head up and poked at your throat. “Does this hurt?” “Do you feel this?” “Can you speak?” “Are you cold?”

She’s always a bit enthusiastic, but you feel that she should really know that a patient who just woke up should be spoken to… a bit more slowly. You attempt to reply to her, but make an incomprehensible sound—which prompts her to give you some water, finally.

After quenching your thirst and helping you sit up, the door slides open again and a slightly dishevelled looking Ayato stands there. His chest subtly rises and falls in a quicker rhythm than it should if he had simply walked here and he’s still holding a wet ink brush.

Kanna stands when he appears, giving a small bow. You were still a little disoriented as they exchange a quiet word and she leaves.

As you’re rubbing your eyes, Ayato slides the door closed and kneels down by you—four walls surround you, and only the head doctor of the estate as well as a handful of healers roam this side of the infirmary. You’ve barely croaked out a hello when Ayato’s hand touches your jaw, tilting your face towards him.

“You’ve… worried me,” he says slowly, as if there are a thousand words he must say, but had to push out one at a time. The muscles in his face pinch into an expression you’re not very familiar with. “How do you feel?”

“Not great,” you manage. Your eyes continue to stare at his pale expression, he seems paler than usual—the bags under his eyes are more prominent as well. “You… haven’t slept well…”

His lips part for a moment, before a small huff of laughter escapes him, lips tugging halfway upwards. “No, I haven’t. But you should hardly concern yourself with my health at this moment,” his hand on your face shifts slightly as you feel a pinch on your cheeks, he’s got your right cheek between his fingers. “You fool.”

“Ow—ow, stop… hey…” you try to tug your face out of his grip, but it just stings more and only your hand weakly prying at his own gets Ayato to loosen his grip. “Oww…” you rub your cheek, at least the sting distracts from the throbbing ache in your muscles.

“Have you not been taught to test your drinks before consuming them?” he continues to scold you—what are you being scolded for? He didn’t test his own either! “You…” Ayato sighs, sitting down onto your futon so that you have to shift your legs away a little to give him proper room. “The sake was poisoned, I was shortsighted—too relaxed.”

You didn’t say anything, but when you think back—it added up, the slowly growing discomforts and pains after drinking the hot sake… the temperature must have masked the off taste, you hadn’t even considered trying to smell a difference, considering the cup arrived at Ayato’s table.

“Who was it?” your hands clench on your lap, a pinching feeling of anger forming in your chest—someone had tried to poison Ayato, and nearly succeeded. You didn’t even care that it was you that took the fall in his place—if anything, you’re relieved.

Ayato’s eyes lower to your hands, and his palm lays over your left knuckle. “It’s handled. The perpetrators were discovered and hunted down. Details came come later, for now, you need rest,” he says, a firm look in his eyes—he knows that if he doesn’t practically tie you to the bed, you’ll try to be up on your feet again before you should be.

You huff at his answer, even if the situation wasn’t handled, he would still say it was—just so that you wouldn’t attempt to track them down yourself… not that you probably could in the next few days, or week. You haven’t even tried walking yet. “How long was I asleep?”

“Not long,” his voice softens again, thumb sliding over the waves of your knuckles as he speaks. “Less than a day, I had you moved here as soon as medicine was administered, I suspect most of your rest has been recovery sleep.”

Ah, not so long. That’s good… “I hope you didn’t worry for me too much.”

Ayato tilts his head, blue hair falling from behind his shoulder and over it. “Why not?”

“Ah… I do not like worrying you…?” your words come out as a question, you’re unsure exactly what to say. Wouldn’t it be natural for you not to worry him?

A small hum leaves his throat, and his hand rises to his chin. “Then… I hope you will work harder to stop worrying me in the future.”

“...?”

His hand lowers, and he begins counting on the finger on his other hand. “You must stop working further into the night than I do and rising before me as well, eat everything off your plate before rushing to the next awaiting task… hm, do not immediately put yourself in front of me at a hint of danger—” you feel like he’s reciting some sort of contract to you. “—and allow properly assigned tasters to examine my meals, not yourself. Perhaps also avoid bathing when I should be getting my tea—”

“A-Ayato…” the formalities forgo your mind in your haste to stop him. “I understand, please stop talking about it.”

He closes the hand he was counting with and a small smile touches his lips again—messing with you, as usual. Ayato shakes his head and inches closer, his hands brush against your cheeks as he cups them and leans his face close to yours… his forehead touches yours and you feel the warmth of his breath fan over your lips and chin. “You did not respond to me, when I asked it of you,” his voice is tight, and his thumb slides over the skin of your cheekbone as he speaks.

Unsure how to answer him, as you have no recollection of him demanding your attention, you simply close your eyes, the softness and warmth of his hands on your cheeks is comforting. Your eyes flutter open as his right hand slides down to your shoulder and draws you into his embrace, one arm encircling your back and the other laying its palm against the back of your head.

You stay still as he does, allowing him to slot his body against yours before you relax fully, allowing your forehead to rest against his shoulder as his hair tickles your face. “I’m glad you are safe,” he utters against your ear. “You really did worry me, I would rather not lose you, if I am allowed… even unconscious, you stole my attention at every minute of the day. I could hardly finish any work.”

Your own arms reach around his waist, a bit too tired to raise them properly. He’s holding you so tightly that you can feel his heart beating even through the layers of his clothes, you almost want to ask if he’s truly alright as his fingers tighten in the thin robes at your back. “Thank you for your care.”

Ayato shakes his head slightly, only to pull back a little—and dip his head towards yours, his lips finding yours easily. He’s soft and warm, and you worry your lips are too chapped for a kiss, but Ayato doesn’t care. Thinking he had just leaned down for a simple peck of assurance, you tilt your head back—but his hand behind your head tugs you towards him again.

You hold onto him for balance as he kisses you properly, a hungry tinge to his tongue as it brushes against your lips—but he doesn’t press it further, as if to only taste the surface of your mouth. You’re sure you have a bad breath anyway.

Finally allowing you free from his lips, he sets another small kiss to your cheek where he had pinched you. “No need to thank me,” Ayato says, the setting sun filters through the papers of the door leading to the engawa outside, the warm light settling against his skin and giving it the life he felt fill his chest at the sight of your waking, aware eyes. “You will always be by my side—death will have to pry you from my hands.”

#kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x you #ayato x reader #ayato x you #genshin impact x eader #genshin impact x you #kamisato ayato #ayato #genshin impact #genshin #my writing #hurt/comfort #angst #fics

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domxmarvel · 10 months ago

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Ayano/Ayato Aishi

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Pairing: Ayato Aishi x Female!Reader

Day after day there were notes in your locker,poems,love notes and small gifts. Earrings,a necklace and some other small things. But there was never a name,you never saw anyone put anything into your locker even when you spent hours watching and waiting. It was time for class,but as you picked up your books you saw a note on it. ‘Waiting for me,darling. Don’t worry you’ll see me soon’ You looked around,but you were completely alone. Later that day you were watching your locker again,this time being sneakier but you still hadn’t seen anyone. The bell rang and you made your way to class,finding another note on your desk. ‘You’ll have to be sneakier than that if you wanna catch me’

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You were walking to your locker when you bumped into someone,they fell to the ground. It was Ayato,he was in the class below you and you remembered bumping into him the first day of school. In fact the whole scene felt like deja vu.

“Sorry,here let me help you” Reaching your hand down to help him up.

“Thank you” his hand lingered in yours for a moment before he let go. As he walked away,you thought of something: was he the one sending the notes. Ayato seemed shy and never spoke much to anyone,he also seemed to avoid you in particular. Although you couldn't figure out why. To figure this out you'd need to find out if his handwriting matched the notes.

It was Friday morning and there was another note,this one however was unlike any other one. It wasn't the same paper,handwriting or style as the other ones. It simply said ‘meet me at the cherry blossom tree behind the school’. You knew what it meant,someone was looking to confess their feelings for you.

But after waiting for an hour,no one showed up and had enough. As you went to change your shoes you saw Ayato waiting there.

“Why are you here so late?”

“I had something that I needed to finish,and lost track of time. Since you're here,I could walk you home” His tone was confident,the exact opposite of what you expect. Like he was sure you'd let him walk you back. As you were walking you realized something,you never told him what direction to go. He knew the way and didn't even second guess or look around. He knew where he was going like he walked this path his whole life. You were getting an uneasy feeling about him,thankfully you soon reached your house. “Thank you for walking me back,I'll see you tomorrow” you quickly headed inside,peeking through the curtains to look at him. He just stood there,looking for a while before he left. There was something going on with him,he was definitely leaving the notes. It was very clear that he had some kind of crush on you. But was trying to build up the courage to tell you. That was it surely,he was probably just shy. You might have been too paranoid about the notes,but now they didn't seem to be a big deal.

#ayano aishi x reader #ayato aishi #ayato aishi x reader #ayato imagines #yandere kun x reader #yandere kun #yandere simulator senpai #yandere simulator #yandere sim #yandere fic

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aldryrththerainbowheart · 6 months ago

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And everywhere I look, Im reminded of him

Author is susitse.art and they're cool af definitely check them out

#ayato x reader #jason todd robin #jason todd fic #jason todd x you #jason todd #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #red hood x y/n

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makelemonade · 1 year ago

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HOW GENSHIN MEN FUCK

Characters; Most men of Genshin

Warnings; NSFW (18+), no mention of she/her but female chest is mentioned once, spanking, groping, rough and soft doms, overstimulation, edging, mention of tears , fucktoy, praise and degradation (everything doesn’t go into detail just mentions)

Notes; support me on kofi! link in pinned post❤️ please check pinned before requesting

They love being rough with you and watching you struggle, especially when you’re wishing that they’d let you cum but they keep edging you. Only when you beg, tears brimming, will they finally let you cum. Your arousal will go everywhere, and they’ll simply have a pleased smile on their face which then turns into a smirk.

“Can you do that again for me?”

- AYATO, CHILDE, Alhaitham, Pantalone, Kaeya, Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi, Wriothesly

They’re a soft dom 100% and are at your beck and call. Your pleasure is all they care about, but they love to get multiple orgasms out of you before finally fucking you into bliss. They’ll praise you like crazy and they won’t let you on top at all, they wanna do the work. With the amount of orgasms they get out of you, fucking you will make you 100% overstimulated and they don’t plan on stopping.

“So fucking good for me,”

- THOMA, Cyno, Tighnari, Albédo (?), Diluc, Zhongli, Kazuha, Venti, Heizou, Gorou, Kaveh, Aether

Will use you like an absolute fuck-toy. They probably love fucking you from behind, reaching up and groping your tits, spanking your ass; As long as they’re touching you. They’ll cum in you over and over again, not caring much about your own orgasm. He’ll make sure you have a bunch, but really he just wants to use you. Doesn’t mean he doesn’t have amazinf after care though. He knows he’s rough, may as well be great at after care.

“Such a good fucking slut,”

- (Can also be the people in the soft dom part of you ask them to be rough) AYATO, Neuvillete, Capitano, PIERRO, ITTO, Dainsleif

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aestherin · 2 months ago

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— the apartment you won't share with kamisato ayato

kamisato ayato x f!reader one-shot smau

NOTE: yall are requesting more ayato content soooo 😇 here y'all go hehe 💗 i love you all 💗 (writing this while taking a break from my readings <3)

#aestherin #ri.writes #kamisato ayato au #kamisato ayato x reader #ayato smau #genshin smau #ayato x reader #genshin x you #kamisato ayato smau #genshin au #genshin fics #genshin text #genshin social media au #ayato social media au #ayato x yn #kamisato ayato x yn #genshin x yn #genshin modern au

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ticklygiggles · 3 days ago

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Servant and partner | Thomato

Commissioned by @xsezzie

A/N: thank you so much for your support and I'm sorry for the looong wait (as always), I hope you enjoy this one! Also, kudos to my friendsies who helped me out with this one and beta read mwah I love y'all 💖

Summary: The Head of the Kamisato Clan doesn't know how to relax, but his loyal servant and partner is always there to help out!

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“Milady,” Thoma said softly, poking his head into the room where Ayaka and some others were playing Genius Invokation TCG. “Have you seen Milord lately, by any chance?”

Ayaka giggled behind her delicate hand at something Yoimiya said before she turned around to look at Thoma. “Ah, Thoma,” she said softly. “Now that you mentioned it, I haven't seen brother for a while now… I think he said he was going to his room for a moment after dinner.”

Aether chuckled as he carefully arranged three cards in his hand. “I bet he's doing his fair load of work,” he said, looking up at Thoma with a smirk. “The Head of the Kamisato Clan can't relax for even a second.”

Ayaka chuckled. “The traveler must be right, Thoma. Brother is probably locked in his room working. You know how he is.”

That was what Thoma feared. He sighed heavily, thanking them with a small nod and a smile before heading to Ayato's room... and his—ahem.

Kamisato Clan, Yashiro Commission, Shuumatsuban. Thoma was well aware that Ayato had a lot on his plate, sometimes even more than he could take, so he fervently insisted that he enjoy his free time when he had it, but every time, without exception, Ayato found an excuse, a little distraction so he could sneak off to finish some pending task or start something new he needed to get going.

Thoma had always admired his hard work and dedication… but he certainly never envied him for his need to be working all the time. Even though he enjoyed all his daily tasks, Thoma eagerly looked forward to his days off and any distraction from work that might arise.

But Ayato was different and Thoma knew he wasn't going to change overnight, but he would be there to make him enjoy his free time... whether he wanted it or not.

He swung the room door open forcefully, creating a pocket of air that sent papers flying all over the room. “Milord.”

Ayato visibly flinched at the sound of Thoma's voice. His shoulders tensed, as did his grip on the pen in his hand. He turned around slowly, trying to look calm, nonchalant, as he smiled sheepishly at Thoma.

“Thoma… were you looking for me?” He asked with feigned innocence and Thoma raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest after closing the door behind him.

“Milord… I'd like to know what are you doing locked in the room when you could be relaxing in the hot springs?" Thoma asked slowly, his tone a bit firmer than usual.

Ayato couldn't help but chuckle, finding his behavior endearing to say the least. “Thoma, I just need to finish up some reports and other stuff…” he explained calmly, standing up from the chair to pick up the papers that Thoma accidentally sent flying. “I'm sure those hot springs will not go anywhere, will they?” he asked with a smirk as he gathered the papers and placed them back on the desk.

Thoma huffed, rolling his eyes. “They will certainly not go anywhere, but your time here will definitely end,” he explained, approaching Ayato. “This servant will not allow his master to spend the rest of the night stuck in work.” He hooked one of his arms around Ayato's.

Ayato chuckled, looking up at Thoma with those sweet eyes he knew so very well Thoma couldn't resist. “What about my partner? Would he let me finish my work for the night?”

Thoma flushed brightly, huffing again. “Your partner is even more worried than your servant. Now, c'mon.” He pulled at Ayato's arm, gently trying to pry him off the chair. “Besides, your partner also wants to be with you in the hot springs, can't you indulge him?”

Ayato chuckled again, barely fazed by Thoma's small tugs on his arm. “Ah, is that so? I remember my partner having a lot of fun with an oni, a puppy, and a traveler last night,” he replied with a smirk, looking up at Thoma with a teasing glint in his eyes. “He certainly didn't think of me while playing around, did he?”

Thoma rolled his eyes one more time. “Nonsense, you said you'd come with me tonight,” he said, pulling at Ayato's arm again. “C'mon then, the hot springs are waiting for us.”

Ayato smiled, gently pulling his arm away, turning back to his work. “Tell them to wait a bit more, I need to finish this first.”

Thoma pouted, looking at Ayato intently as he returned to his work, almost completely ignoring Thoma, if not for his slightly labored breathing.

Thoma watched Ayato carefully. The head of the Kamisato Clan wore his kimono too loosely, almost falling off his shoulder, exposing his sharp collarbones and firm chest to Thoma's hungry eyes. His gaze slid down the valley between Ayato's ribs until it stopped at the small exposed part of his stomach.

Thoma sighed heavily for the umpteenth time. So this was how things would be, huh?

“Milord,” he said and Ayato responded with a soft hum. “Let's go to the hot springs together now.”

“We can go when I finish,” he answered calmly. “Or you can go without me, Thoma. I don't want you to miss the fun with everyone because of me.”

Thoma nearly threw a tantrum, but he held himself back very well. “Milord, if you don't stop working right now, I'm gonna make you.”

Ayato chuckled, reading over a report, Thoma supposed. “Oh, really? And how exactly are you planning to make- haa!” Ayato jolted when he felt a mischievous finger sliding down his side.

Thoma noticed Ayato's skin covering in goosebumps as he looked up at him, his expression serious. “Don't you dare,” he warned, but Thoma simply smirked.

“Let's get going, then!”

“I still need to finish- ah! Thoma! No- ahahaha!”

Oh he was so ticklish.

Thoma chuckled as his hands came in contact with Ayato's sides, making him giggle brightly as he squirmed on the chair, trying to catch Thoma’s hands and push them away, but Ayato has always been weak to tickling, once those giggles started to spill out, it was like like all his strength also started to escape from him.

Weak, slender and warm fingers wrapped around Thoma's wrists, stopping them in place as they tried to climb up towards Ayato's ribcage.

“Are you ready to go, Milord?” he asked with a bright smile, enjoying the sounds of Ayato's laughter more than he should.

Ayato stubbornly shook his head, kicking his legs out with a loud cackle when Thoma's fingers found his hip bones and pinched at them gently but firmly.

“AHAHAHA! THOHOMAHAHA!” Thoma always forgot how loud Ayato's laughter could get. It echoed through the whole room, ringing in Thoma's ears in a pleasant way. “N-Nohohot there! NOT THEHEHERE!” he begged, stomping his bare feet against the wooden floor.

“Not here?” Thoma asked with mischief in his voice. “I can stop, Milord… only if you promise you'll stop working!”

Ayato shook his head again and his laughter seemed to increase in volume when Thoma's agile fingers started to squeeze one of his thighs, his other hand still latched to one of Ayato's hips.

The Head of the Kamisato Clan leaned over the desk, and Thoma was kind enough to remove the report from under Ayato's face to prevent his skin from getting dirty with ink and the document from being ruined. Thoma was that good of a servant.

The blond leaned over Ayato's back, laughing softly in the other's ear, causing Ayato to let out a squeal, trying to hide his ear with his shoulder while laughing loudly, his weak hands trying to push Thoma's away from his most sensitive spots.

“Milord~?” he sang while Ayato's laughter became more desperate, frantic and impossibly louder, infecting Thoma who laughed with his cheeks reddening as much as Ayato's. “What do you think about visiting the hot springs with this faithful servant and lover?" he asked, pressing kisses behind Ayato's ear where it was also ticklish.

Ayato gasped, laughed, and squealed, tiny tears glistening on his eyelashes and a bit of drool dripping from the corner of his mouth. Thoma swallowed hard, Ayato looked ridiculously attractive even when he was a mess.

Thoma couldn't help but admire Ayato's beauty as if he wasn't destroying his hip and thigh, quickly finding the back of his knee and pinching the sensitive nerve there. Ayato kicked hard as a loud burst of laughter shook his body.

“Milord~” Thoma tried again, giggling to himself as Ayato giggled between those laughs when Thoma talked very close to his ear. “What is it gonna be?”

Ayato nodded, having a bit of a hard time catching his breath to speak. “FIHIHINE! I'll gohoho! Juhuhust STAHAHAP, PLEHEHEHASE!” he pleaded and Thoma did just that, chuckling as he kissed the side of Ayato's neck, making him shiver while he tried to catch his breath.

“Y-Yohohou’re a m-menace,” Ayato mumbled, breathing heavily and twitching slightly.

Thoma chuckled, rubbing Ayato's thighs as he spoke to his ear. “Is that so? I thought I was just a nice servant and lover!”

Ayato chuckled as well, lifting his head from the desk and looking back at Thoma with warmth eyes, his cheeks still flushed and his lips pulled in a smile. “Well… that's obvious.”

They both giggled softly, their noses nuzzling together, their lips brushing against each other's. Thoma suddenly on Ayato's lap and hands touching here and there… let's just say it was good that those hot springs weren't going anywhere because they were kind of busy at the moment.

#genshin impact #genshin impact tickling #kamisato ayato #thoma #thomato #ticklish!Ayato #tickle fic #mia's things #commissions #commission #mia's cafe

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elixrr · 1 year ago

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ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ ☆ ɢᴇɴꜱʜɪɴ ᴍᴇɴ

ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴡ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ʏᴏᴜ.

ꜰᴛ. Genshin men (via alphabet)

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ: Movie nights with the modern genshin boys <3

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: Headcanons! I love! Headcanons!! I'm writing this before I write for any other character so.. I hope I have enough tags available for everyone 💔💔

☆ ALBEDO ☆

— Albedo would usually watch something more educational, but when you're with him, he's open to most things. Usually, when the movie's not too dramatic or action based, he'll lean onto the arm of the couch and let you lean on him. It's basically the same when it's action based and/or dramatic, even with horror movies, because no matter how gorey it gets, Albedo would remain unphased. He'd let you hug him if need be, though.

Educational, though? Lay your head on his shoulder and fall asleep if you want, but he's taking notes.

☆ ALHAITHAM ☆

— Unphased by any movie, but amused by your reactions and/or commentary. He physically could not care less about the movie. Sometimes, it's interesting, but most of the time, his eyes are on you, his phone, or a book. He would only mildly care if it was My Little Pony or something, but other than that, he doesn't care. Alhaitham would only agree simply because you're cute when you're invested. Especially with horror films. When you're scared, he just loves to tease you.

He'd let you hold him most of the time, but when he feels a jumpscare coming up, he'll "leave for the bathroom," but just secretly watch your face when it comes up, internally laughing if you jump at the sight.

☆ AYATO ☆

— Please, he would be all over dramas. Ayato already loves watching people's faces as he pulls the strings, but to see other people do so and see the result of their actions with so much drama at detail? It's delightful and heavenly. He wouldn't be super straightforward with it, but he'll definitely chuckle or smile deviously when he sees a plan in action. Still, sometimes he'll turn his eyes away from the television and look at you, especially when you're invested.

Immediately, he'll tell you to put your arms around him and cuddle with him while you both watch the movie or series. It's a very comfortable way for him to enjoy the television tension, all the while enjoying and basking in your presence.

☆ BAIZHU ☆

— In all absolute, pure honesty, I don't know what he'd be into. Baizhu would definitely watch whatever you put on, but he'll probably like watching dramas or movies with some sort of injury or medical condition because he'll definitely make comments on the things that the character(s) do. He'd probably spontaneously sit down and turn on the TV to watch something he found interesting and then invite you to join him, though you'd probably invite yourself in anyway.

By the way, you'll probably fall asleep mid-movie, especially if it's a documentary, but that's because his voice is extra soothing when he makes comments. It sort of... puts you to sleep? Oh well. Nice voice :)

☆ BENNETT ☆

— He's so invested! It's adorable <3

Whenever Bennett hears the words "movie night," his reaction is akin to that of a dog's when they see a treat. He'll cheer, yipee, and then he'll hop onto the couch, excited for the movie and to snuggle up with you. He really liked action movies, and while he doesn't mind romance or dramas, he'd prefer if it was more intense.

Still, don't let him near horror movies. He'd absolutely crumble just watching one. Bennett would cling to you and nearly begin to cry when— of course, mid jumpscare, thunder strikes outside, and the lights go out. Good luck out there, because you'll have a terrified, teary Bennett clinging to your arm as you both try to find a way to fix the issue.

☆ CHILDE ☆

— I feel like... when Childe sees a cool move in an action movie, he would immediately tries to replicate it, but add 10x more pizazz. He would also critique how someone uses weapons or how someone fights. Other than that, he's just there to sit down, lay down, and hug his love to death! Childe would be very unphased when seeing any gore, heavy or not. But when he watches a Pixar of Disney film that's wholesome and has the most bittersweet, tearful ending, he might start crying. He'd play it cocky, acting like he doesn't care, but at the end, he'll go quiet because there's a little tear trickling down his cheek.

He'll never admit defeat, though. No way he's cried to these movies more than you have!

☆ CHONGYUN ☆

— He does enjoy movies, but he does explicitly ask that they're not on super interesting topics or that they're not too exciting. Otherwise, he'll literally lose himself. This also includes horror films that feature ghosts. Chongyun still remembers when he'd watch little childish cartoons as a kid, of course, before he started training to be an exorcist. He would watch simple little children's shows, and once his friends came over— only to see Chongyun running around and getting all ecstatic whenever he would answer a question right from the cartoon.

Once, you wanted to tease him, so you had Chongyun close his eyes as you selected one of his old favorites. He'll open his eyes to see the character that he once deemed as his superhero. Chongyun hasn't ever let you near the remote after that.

☆ CYNO ☆

— He's definitely going to sleep through movies. No matter how interesting or intense the plot is, Cyno will always fall asleep during the most important climaxes of the movie. He does his best to stay awake, but because of his job and because of his semi-lack of interest in the movie, he's drifting off anyway.

Sometimes, when you're watching a horror film with Cyno, he'll stay awake to comfort you, but on the occasion where he doesn't, have fun fending for yourself. He's not going to wake up 100% if you scream or yell, and the best part? Sometimes Cyno is awake, but he doesn't do anything because you're adorable when you cling to him.

☆ DILUC ☆

— He's chill with anything as long as it's not My Little Pony or any straightforward kids' movies. Actually, Diluc would probably find himself invested in Marvel movies or the batman series. Any action movie would have him sit up, rest his chin atop his hands, and stare intensely at the screen. Diluc nearly starts glaring at it, but you know that it's just his RBF. He would probably have you sit on his lap or something, either that or you just lean your entire body on him, and he'll sit there, unphased.

Also, if you ever watch a horror movie with him, rest assured, Diluc will pause the movie if you get too scared. He'll let you take a break for a bit, get some tea or hot cocoa, and then he'll resume. If you don't want to watch it anymore, he'll advise you to put on music and go into another room because he'd like to finish the movie.

☆ FREMINET ☆

— Freminet would love things from Pixar, Disney, any fantastic fairy-tale or wholesome story. He won't force you to watch if you don't want to, but if you're willing, he'd be so giddy inside. Freminet would never tell you, of course, but if you took your eyes off of the TV and looked at his face, his eyes would glow brighter than the screen.

He'd cuddle with you under blankets and watch the movie, but he'll also be holding Pers close to him when watching, and he'll probably give him a little (gentle) squeeze whenever there's a depressing point in the movie. Oh well, he'll have his best friend Pers and you, his lover, to be there by his side when things get sad. There'll be a happy ending to look forward to anyways, right?

☆ GOROU ☆

— He's really fine with anything, except for horror movies. Trust me, Gorou will lie all he can about his taste in movies, but you'll never miss how his eyes glow when something sweet or wholesome comes up. He doesn't mind action movies and dramas, but when a wholesome moment in the movie shows up, his excitement is parallel to that of a lonely dog finally seeing its owner again. Gorou would let you hold him, and he'd hold you too, and as long as you're into the movie and holding him close, he doesn't care what movie you two watch.

...Until a horror movie starts playing. He says he doesn't care; he swears it. Yet, no matter how many times he tries to convince you that he doesn't care, he'll always shriek at jumpscares. He'd jump at the slightest of scares but scream at bigger ones. Be careful and try not to let your ears explode!

☆ HEIZOU ☆

— True crime. Murder mysteries. Documentaries. No questions asked. Heizou would absolutely research movies and anything interesting when you announce movie night, and he'd find the most appealing thing to watch. If there's nothing interesting that day, which seldom ever happens, he'd just play something dramatic with a lot of action, and he'd hold you close while being super reactive about each scene.

Heizou would be such an English teacher about it. Anything remotely eye-catching or eyebrow-raising would be the highlight of the movie until the next interesting thing happens. If you don't mind, great! If you do, shut him up with kisses. It works every time. Sometimes, it works a little too much...

☆ ITTO ☆

— It's either he watches something super fantastical and wonderful with you, something that pumps him up with pure unicorn energy, or he watches something intriguing... and falls asleep halfway through the movie. Oh, and of course, Itto will always somehow manage to fall asleep on you, regardless of your height. It'd be nice to hold him, but he's too jumpy for that. He fiddles in his seat, gets loud and excited, and to be honest, you're probably all for it. If not, a quick lecture and a kiss will do the trick for a good five minutes or so.

Still, it's wholesome when Itto gets all melted and almost gushy when things get nice in the movie. He wouldn't like romances, but with something like a Pixar movie, he'd definitely start tearing up— albeit he would never admit that. It's also quite peaceful when he's asleep in your arms. You get to finish the movie while he's sound asleep, either on you or shoved to the side of the couch (lovingly).

Oh, also, don't watch horror movies with him. It's all he'll ever be able to think about for the next two weeks.

☆ KAEYA ☆

— Kaeya would watch the movie– he doesn't entirely care what movie, but he'll only watch it to wait for the perfect moments for flirting with / teasing you. That's if the movie isn't too interesting to him, but he likes having an excuse to see your flustered face. Kaeya enjoys seeing your eyes tear from the screen and find their way to him; it's extra amusing to watch.

But he still relishes in your presence. Though he may never show it, being around you makes him feel complete. Kaeya can be real around you, and he can finally let his guard down without a drink or two. He loves movie nights, as they're just an extra excuse to spend some time with you.

☆ KAVEH ☆

— He's such a romantic movie guy. Kaveh wouldn't be too into action-based movies, but he would absolutely love dramas. As long as the plot doesn't suck and it's dramatic— extra points if it's romantic— he will absolutely love it. When cuddling with you and holding you close, he'll be pointing out key information or anything intriguing that happens, or that is said. Something about the drama fuels him, and if he would allow himself to, he'd start kicking his feet around with pure excitement. But he'll control himself. For you.

Anyways, Kaveh and horror movies could go two ways. He'll be cocky at first for both ways, but he might end up terrified, screaming to terrifying things and clinging onto you in fear for his life. But there's the rare chance where he's so invested that he just looks possessed by the movie. He'll sit up straight with both hands on both legs, and he'll just stare blankly at the screen. It somewhat scares you, but he'll snap out of it if you say his name. Albeit he'll revert back to his usual self, terrified of everything after his mini trance.

☆ KAZUHA ☆

— He's so chill; it's unreal. Kazuha would be invested and whatnot, but he wouldn't be super surprised unless there's a huge plot twist. Quick note that he would genuinely be the best cuddler in this list, and if you don't want to be held / hold him, then that's okay, too! At some point, though, he'll let go of you and just watch the movie when it gets really intense, but you can hold him whenever that happens. Kazuha would also have a lot to say about... anything, really. He's big on commentary, but his voice is so soothing that you simply don't care.

Fair warning, though. Should there ever be a sad moment where a character loses their best friend, Kazuha may go quiet, depending on how sad the moment is. If it's dramatic, extra sorrowful, then he will absolutely stay silent until something else catches his mind.

☆ KUNI (WANDERER) ☆

— Kuni would make fun of your movie taste half of the time, especially if he finds them distasteful, so he'll usually pick the movies. He wouldn't automatically cuddle with you, though, and at most, he would let you rest your head on his shoulder, or he would let you hold his hand, but he would not move an INCH during those times. He would also be rather... stony faced when watching movies, except for times he'd gag at romantic scenes or complain about how there's too much gore.

If you fell asleep during a movie, Kuni would watch only a minute or so more to see if it catches his interest, but then he'll pause and turn off the TV to hold you close to him secretly. He thinks you're adorable, and he thinks the movie is irrelevant in comparison to just being with you.

☆ LYNEY ☆

— He'd watch most things, and he'll be extra open to movie genres, as long as he's with you. Lyney wouldn't mind if it bored him because he'll have you to hold and keep him company! What better than to be snuggling with your own lover than... watching a documentary on how paper is made. But whatever, he thinks, he'd take this over children's shows. Also, he'd be really expressive with whatever happens in the movies, like in dramas, he would be shocked at plot twists or suspension build-ups... he would also be quite scared and horror movies that he would find scary.

To be honest, Lyney wouldn't really find most horror movies scary, but when it's on a topic he's somewhat sensitive about, and especially when it's a psychological horror movie, he would be scarred for a few days. No more carefree magician Lyney for the time being, you'd suppose.

☆ NEUVILLETTE ☆

— It's hard to tell what he's into. Neuvillette could like court cases or mysteries, but maybe he would like to watch something that takes his mind off of work. You're well aware that Neuvillette seldom ever gets the chance for a break, so watching something wholesome might be up his alley for relaxing, especially with you. Just be sure he won't cry at super sad scenes; you might have to skim through the movie first. Otherwise, you'll get an upset lover instead of a relaxed one. By the way, he wouldn't, again, be too into horror movies. They're scary, maybe to you, but he's somehow unphased by the terror. He'd only feel for any lives lost at the hands of the antagonist(s).

Anyways, I can't see him being too into cuddles like other people would be, but he wouldn't mind hugs or hand-holding. He'd let you lean on his arm or shoulder if you're tall enough, and maybe when you do, you'll be lucky to feel his tense shoulders relax themselves for once.

☆ THOMA ☆

— Loves loves, loves commentary, but will quiet down when something big happens. Thoma would be expressive. He'll show he's shocked when he's shocked; he'll show his sorrow when there's sorrow. Funnily enough, he won't say much when something wholesome happens in the movie, but he'll definitely smile and/or chuckle at the sweetness.

Just beware: he likes theorizing with murder mysteries / horror movies. If Thoma feels like this or that is gonna happen, he might blurt it out loud. Or maybe if he thinks the ending will go like this or perhaps like that, then that will also be spoiled, too. If you like commentary, great! If you don't, politely kiss him on the cheek and make it known.

☆ TIGHNARI ☆

— He's so critical, it's everything. Unless Tighnari genuinely likes the movie, any flaws in the acting or in the plot that he finds, he will comment on. He almost lectures the screen on how to make the movie better and how to make the plot more effective / attractive for the viewers. He'll even throw in some sarcastic remarks here and there, but when it gets good, it gets good. If you like the movie, he'll shit on it just a little bit, but he won't really care or judge you for it. Just don't force him to watch something like Dora. Otherwise, he won't trust you on movie night selection for a while.

Tighnari isn't crazy about cuddles while watching because most of his attention is focused on the TV, but he doesn't mind romantic gestures like, say, holding his hands, or maybe even running your fingers through his tail, sometimes it gets him to quiet down and just watch the movie. It's soothing, you're soothing, the couch is soothing, and he isn't. Well, for watching movies he isn't.

☆ VENTI ☆

— He's drunk and watching Frozen with you, no questions asked. Venti would absolutely love childrens movies, not just because the plots are near harmless and easy to follow, but because there are usually songs and good sound tracks to them that he could sing along to, and with a breath that smells of wine and a heart full of passion, he will sing: “Let it goooo, let it gooo!! Can't hold it back anymoooore–”

Anyways, when Venti recovers from his fun little goofy private concert, he'll plop back down on the couch and just wrap his entire being around you. He'll hold you so tight, but it's Venti, so you don't mind too much. He'll say a few things here and there, express a few opinions and theories on the movie, but not too much. Just enough that you know he's paying attention to the movie and not just you, but not too much where he bombards you with a little detective hat on his head, and he starts analyzing everything. Not that you would mind, though... Right?

☆ WRIOTHESLEY ☆

— He seems like the type of person to watch things on criminal cases and whatnot, but honestly? Wriothesley's down for anything. He finally has a break, and he wants it to be spent well, so he'll watch whatever you want to watch with him, but he'll always give his second opinion before the actual selection. He doesn't care what genre to be honest, he's really only there because you're watching a movie with him and he gets a good hour or so of time to just cuddle with you while watching something. Just, if you want him to stay awake, listen to his opinions and select something that the both of you would enjoy. Also, don't fall asleep either because he may or may not fall asleep with you, too.

That fact alone is really sweet, considering the things he might have to hear as a prison guard. Wriothesley would hear the inmates sneer at him and insult him either to his face or behind his back, and having to go through that every day as a job can be rough every so often, so just being able to watch something nice with you in his arms is quite the refreshment.

☆ XIAO ☆

— He's not a big movie person, and he's already well picky enough, so be wise with picking movies! Don't watch horror movies with Xiao, but don't watch something too comical or dramatic. Something more mundane may suit him, strangely enough. He's not too big with romance, but something wholesome like a Hallmarks Christmas movie would bring the slightest and most subtle of smiles on his face. Your presence is honestly one of the biggest contributing factors, though.

Xiao would 100% enjoy the movie more if you're expressive. Not over the top where you jump out of the couch every five minutes, but as long as you're not stone faced and you find yourself smiling or tearing up at times, it makes things a little better for him. Your smile is infectious to him, anyway. So, key tip? Smile when something sweet happens, Xiao will glance from the TV to you and see your smile, and his heart will immediately swell with pure adoration.

☆ XINQIU ☆

— He always looks forward to movie night. Not just because he can watch movies and cool films with you, but because he's written and read so many romance novels that he's just trying his best to recreate them. Xinqiu would pick old romantic movies or (occasionally) horror movies whenever he felt like being smooth. Of course, horror movies seldom ever work out because one of you ends up jumping on the other, eyes filled with tears and lips trembling like there's no tomorrow.

It's fun, though. You know Xinqiu well enough that you automatically see through his plans whenever he picks out a movie. You enjoy messing around and "innocently" making him improvise the plan, catching him off guard when you make the first move or do more romantic gestures. Eventually, you'll just kiss him and say that you simply want to watch the movie with him normally, and he'll agree... for the most part.

☆ ZHONGLI ☆

— He's an oldie, old-fashioned with his way of holding you when you're both on the couch, watching whatever films pique your interests. Zhongli's willing to know more about how movies are now, so he'll usually let you pick the movies for the night, and he'll watch the nostalgic, old, heartwarming ones on his own so to not bore you. But if he finds out you're into them, then he'll let himself pick the movies occasionally, and he'll watch them with you. Still, he doesn't watch movies too often. He'd prefer to do things that involve more interaction, but movies can be quite nice.

It'd also be a great idea to not watch any horror movies with him because he's just... stoic. Throughout them. He'll comfort you if you're scared, but he'll wonder why people like horror movies when watching them. Unless it's based on real cases, then he'll be interested. Zhongli will be sure to hold you closer to them, though. It's nice for him to know that you're with him; you love him; you're safe here with him.

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