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pearlywritings · 2 years ago

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Sometimes the name doesn't matter

synopsis: sometimes it matters that you are his wife.

pairings: Alhaitham, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya x fem!reader (separately)

tw: fluff, established relationship, a little bit of bullying, a bit of unwelcome drunk flirting, characters are whipped for their wives

word count: 5.4k+ words

a/n: part 2 and part 3 can be read here!

Alhaitham

Your husband is… Truly something. Honestly, that's the best way to describe this epitome of nonchalance, smugness and sarcasm, sprinkled with sharp glares and served with a smartass sauce. No one would be able to swallow such a nasty pill, yet you somehow managed. But that's what doctors say, right? The medicine might be bitter, but it'll get better. And it did.

Hard to believe, but the Akademiya's Scribe is enamored by you - it took time to realize, many interactions for him to see that you do not rise annoyance in him, multiple times sharing the eye contact and hundreds of hours being your interlocutor to cognize the beauty of you, but when he fell - he fell hard, and the realization didn't make him feel repulsed. On the contrary, it brought him inexplicable peace, and, being an efficient and straightforward man he is, Alhaitham faced you the very next day and asked out on a date.

The rest is history. You dated, you moved in, you got married - the sequence your husband perfected in its briefness to be over with quickly anytime his colleagues or anyone asked about you and your relationship. You, of course, would give a more detailed summary to your friends, speaking of him so tenderly, always witnessing the same reaction - disbelief. And you get it where they come from - after all, your partner is known to not be the most cordial person. He prefers it that way though - he is bothered much less and can dedicate that free time to his lovely wife.

He makes it a point to not leave the house unnecessarily early, just exactly enough to get to his office on time, and same with finishing his work, bluntly rejecting anyone who tries to approach him with stuff. This way he doesn’t waste a second with you, quite on contrary, sometimes a couple of hours can be added, if you visit him during the afternoon to go grab lunch together, or enjoy the one you brought with you, and then rest somewhere in a private spot with your head on his shoulder, holding a bigger hand that is resting on your thigh, while his other one is occupied with a book. This is enough to power you both up to push through the rest of the day, and Alhaitham really appreciates it, never failing to give you a kiss on the lips and murmuring the soft words of reassurance, before parting your ways till the evening.

Today is one of those days when you find yourself in the House of Daena with a home-cooked lunch neatly wrapped and warm in your hands. A couple of librarians greet you on the way, knowing perfectly well who you are, and you smile at them. One older woman, who’s always been fond of your character, informs you that Alhaitham hasn’t left the Grand Sage’s office since the moment he arrived, and you thank her for going out of her way to reassure you that you will not need to search for him.

There’s another exchange of greetings at the bottom of an elevator and just seconds later you start ascending to the above of the huge library. The quiet whirling of mechanisms is calming and you hum softly to yourself, imagining that tender look in those light turquoise eyes, a rare shine in orange-ringed yellow pupils and a slight pull of thin lips upon seeing your figure and catching a whiff of food you brought. A content sigh escapes your chest and you prepare to soon step off the huge round platform.

But instead of catching a glimpse of your husband, you are met with sharp black eyes, staring at you and a scowl present on the face of a person you don't believe you've seen before, at least not long enough to remember. You blink in surprise, eyes darting to look at the man from head to toe - he is wearing the Akademiya’s robes, but there is no indicator to which Darshan he belongs to. A Matra perhaps? But you are used to seeing a completely different face of a scholar Alhaitham appointed as his secretary for the period of time he’d fulfill the role of an Acting Grand Sage. Panah has soft brown eyes, always nodding to you in a greeting and leaving upon your arrival if it is lunch time and his boss doesn’t instruct him to stay and carry on with his job, not minding you two.

This one practically glares at you, arms crossed and posture intimidating. You simply tilt your head in question, waiting for him to say something.

“Who allowed you to enter?”

The tone of his voice is pretty rude, and the gruff voice doesn't add grace to it. You are not one to judge someone by their looks - your husband is the proof of that, so you decide to brush it off and simply answer.

"Shohre of course, as usual."

“...as usual?” His brows furrow, and you get even more confused with the question. Is your husband having some kind of an impromptu inspection? He didn’t tell you anything about it in the morning, and since the Akasha got turned off, there is no simple way to warn you of it.

"Is Alhaitham holding any meeting, perhaps?" You try, knowing it's absurd since he doesn't love his sweet lunch time being interrupted, but right now it's hard to find an explanation for this hostile-acting man's actions.

"You have so little respect for the Acting Great Sage?"

This time the booming edge in his words makes an echo in a pretty vast space and almost makes you flinch. The situation is escalating pretty quickly.

"Sir, I don't know who you are, but I do not believe I ever deserved such treatment from you. Would you be so kind to explain what's going on or at least let me see the Acting Great Sage-"

That must've sounded kind of sarcastic, because the man looks like he is ready to fume akin to a kettle.

"Who even are you!? Who do you think you are? Demanding a meeting like that - you must know his schedule is packed, so don't you assume that your pretty face would get you through-"

"Jahan, what is going on?" The "Jahan" shuts instantly upon hearing a deep, dripping with authority voice behind him. Your face instantly brightens when you spot the tall man approaching you two with his arms crossed and the most nonchalant expression etched in his features.

“We have an intruder, Sir.”

What in the Archon’s name- This is becoming ridiculous.

"An intruder?" He lifts his brow and glances at you, gaze lingering just for a few seconds longer. Then it returns to his subordinate. "I don't see one here."

"This woman," you move just in time not to have his index finger directly point you right in your face, "came here without prior appointment, not stating her purpose, not even stating her name!"

"Is that so?" You almost snort at how little Alhaitham cares for what this man has for an explanation, instead moving directly to you and taking a heavy lunch boxes from your hands, allowing your shoulders and arms to drop in relief.

“Her name is of no matter. All you need to know is that she is my wife.”

The room falls silent. The man stares at his boss with eyes so wide, you worry they’d pop out of his sockets. Your husband though doesn’t show any reaction to the stunned look on the man’s face, balancing all the containers in one hand, offering you the other, which you take with a smile.

"S-she what?"

"My wife. And she, along with the necessary descriptions, is literally the only person on the list of the people who are free to come and leave whenever. On the list Panah passed to you along with other instructions before taking his sick leave. Did you even skip through those?"

The tone of your husband is cold with a mocking edge, rubbing his subordinate’s incompetence in his face, and you don't need to look at the man to sense his panic.

"I-I, no of course I thoroughly looked through every single one, but I do not remember such paper, it must've been lost along the process-"

"It doesn't matter. Now you are aware. But there is one more thing you need to learn about my wife visiting."

"Yes, Sir?"

"You leave the moment she enters."

There is a momentary pause (you know Alhaitham is rolling his eyes inwardly at how slowly the notion seems to reach him), before Jahan snaps out of his stupor, slightly bows, mumbling something and quickly walks off to the elevator.

Not even waiting for the mechanism to start, your husband tugs on your hand and you take the hint, following him to the sofas and a table.

"What an imbecile," is murmured in annoyance and you finally chuckle, covering your mouth with a hand.

Your husband is truly something, but one thing is absolutely certain - his wife is the only person that really worths his nerves and time.

Ayato

Kamisato Ayato is a character of many admirable traits and worth-mentioning accomplishments, a great leader, an amazing big brother, a boss held in high regard, and a loving husband of three years to you. This last, but not the least, is Commissioner's favorite, and he makes sure to show it every opportunity present in his individual mischievous way.

You know he gets away with a lot of things, and for numerous reasons, ranging from being the head of the Yashiro Commission, to him being pretty unknown by face among the commoners due to Ayaka handling all the public affairs. This one in particular is harmless, but there is that little thing which drives you up the wall - he does it only when you are present, leaving you very flustered and with a fast beating heart.

"My name? Oh, I am a husband. This gorgeous woman's husband."

"Lord Kamisato? No need to be so formal with me, just call me her husband."

"'Kamisato Ayato' and all my titles are so long to write down, can't I sign it with 'Y/n's hubby' instead?"

"Kamisato Y/n's husband. That's who I am."

"Ayaka, have you forgotten? No more calling me 'big brother', only 'Y/n's husband- Stop laughing, I am serious!"

The last one is literally happening right before your eyes, with the younger sibling hiding her smile and suppressing her giggles behind her intricately decorated fan, as the older one has taken his glove off, wiggling his fingers to show the glistening golden band wrapped around one of them. You, on the other hand, are trying to cover your heated face with a stack of papers you picked when Ayaka entered the office and addressed her big brother as, well, big brother. Peeking above the filled with reports sheets you catch a sly smile playing on Ayato's lips, while his usually piercing eyes reflect the special kind of adoration he holds for you.

You know why he is doing this - the man fought hard for your heart and then hand in marriage, and since it is now a reality, he absolutely keens on that "I am your husband" notion. Sometimes it's a perfect ice breaker in introducing you two to new people, sometimes it's a reason for an eye roll (yours as well), at times it puts people in stupor which Ayato uses to his advantage, but there is always only one initial thought behind every single one of them - showing the world he is proud to be your partner with a label "husband" on it.

And this sentiment is fully returned! However you never had an opportunity to do the same - he always beats you to it, and leaves bashful long enough for the moment to become wasted. You know you can always talk it through with him and he’d be more than happy to give you a chance, but, after all these times he left you speechless, it’s simply a matter of pride to pay him back. Besides… You really-really want to see his reaction if you told someone important those words.

That you are his wife.

You hear a soft knock on the living room’s door where you and Ayato are sitting next to each other at one side of the low table.

“Lord and Lady Kamisato, the guests have arrived.”

“Wonderful, please let them in.”

The man notices your elation upon hearing those words and smiles to himself - your friends from another nation, whom you haven’t seen properly in ages, finally managed to reach the coasts of Inazuma and seek a meeting to reconnect with you and also meet your mysterious husband you’ve written and praised so much in your letters.

The scene is heartwarming. Two girls around your age are tightly hugging you with excited squeals while the man that came in together with them, patiently waits to be introduced. Ayato follows his example, watching your grinning face, filing away every single detail about it - the sparkles in your eyes, the rosiness of your cheeks, that adorable wrinkling of your nose when the girls say something cheesy, and the pure happiness written all over your visage.

“Oh, Y/n, it’s so nice to see you again after so long! So much happened…”

“Yes! We totally should discuss every single event! But I offer to start by introducing us and our husbands.”

“One of you got married?” You ask surprised. “I know that only one of you got recently engaged-”

“Me! But the wedding is so soon, that I already call him my husband, hehe. Oh, we brought the wedding invitation for you and your husband as well, I hope you two will make it!”

“Girls, girls, let’s calm down,” you laugh, pausing them and gesturing to the two men silently observing you - both pairs of eyes shining with admiration. “Ayato, my dear, I want you to meet my friends I’ve told you so much about…”

Your husband hears familiar names, ones he’s remembered long ago, and nods in recognition, offering each a kiss on the back of their hand.

“It’s a pleasure to meet people my beloved holds in high regard.”

“Likewise,” they giggle, giving you teasing looks about how gentlemanly your spouse is, and you roll your eyes, but a smile tugging on your lips doesn’t go unnoticed.

“And I’ll take an opportunity to introduce our companion,” one of the women says, stepping closer to her fiance and offering everyone his name and a slight description of his field of work, to which Ayato hums with interest.

“And these,” your other friend gestures to you and your husband, “are Kamisato Ayato and-”

“Wife.”

Everyone falls silent and looks at you with confusion. You yourself are stunned, eyes slightly widened and heart skipping a beat. The word really just flew out of your mouth faster when you could think about it.

“Excuse me?” Your friend gapes at you, and suddenly it clicks. This spontaneous reaction, caused by your unspoken desire, presents you with a perfect opportunity. You finally can get “revenge” on your husband.

“That’s what I said, sweety,” with a smirk and boosting confidence you glance at Ayato and meet his lilac eyes, staring at you with a hint of amusement. “I am this marvelous man’s wife. You know, 'Kamisato Y/n' is way too long to pronounce. So, maybe just a wife instead?”

The silence reigns again, with the three of your guests clearly being in stupor and your husband observing you with an unreadable expression. But suddenly he laughs. Joyfully and sincerely, it plucks on the strings of your crazily beating heart. Instantly there are arms wrapping around your waist and lips pressed against your temple, and you can feel the smile he hides in your hair.

“Yes, that’s right… This remarkable woman is my wife. Most incredible and lovely wife.”

Turning your head slightly you manage to catch a soft blush dusting his porcelain skin, before he faces away from you. Oh Archons, he loves it and he is bashful!

As you fully turn in his embrace and start teasing him, loud enough for only the man to hear (you are not that cruel to embarrass him in front of people), your guests' existence is forgotten for a moment. Both girls sigh and look at the completely lost man, whose hand his future wife takes and rubs a thumb over his knuckles.

“Ah… Please, don’t mind that. She always had a strange sense of humor, and it seems that her husband only enabled it.”

That is true, but you look genuinely happy, so they can bear a week of occasional cringing.

Diluc

The annual harvest celebration has been a tradition in the Ragnvindr family for as long as the Dawn Winery existed. When Master Crepus was alive, it was hosted in the grand mansion with spacious halls and intricately decorated staircases, the one Diluc used to call his home. Guests would gather, wine bars would be uncorked and red liquid fill dozens of glasses, as he and Kaeya would curiously watch the adults interact, sneaking out of their rooms to spy from the hiding spots they knew so well.

But not anymore. Gone were the days of careless happiness he calls the past now, gone his father, gone the mansion, and gone his desire for active social interaction. It's been some years since his return and the sale of the mansion in attempts to run away from said past. The celebration came to a stop for as long as he was gone and then while he tended to re-establishing the business after arrival.

The Dawn Winery, despite all the maids and winemakers, would become so quiet. And it's not like he stayed there for long too - he was always somewhere, preoccupied by something.

That is until his life was shaken and turned upside down, and all by the hands of one single person. The person, who brought light back to his dark crimson eyes, who made him stop and think about how he can not just exist, but live, and happily so, waiting for every opportunity possible to be in the loving presence; the person who brought out that part of him he buried deep down in his graveyard of a soul, and gave it freedom to be again. The home actually started feeling like one, not a building he had a study and a bedroom in, but a place he could share with another, basking in the long-forgotten sensations, having his heart dance jigs and face soften in a tender gaze.

Many changes occurred, and, with some encouragement, he decided to bring back the tradition his father held in high regard, with only his sons' birthdays being more important to the late wine master.

The Winery is not as big as the family mansion used to be, but it is still enough space, with some of the furniture moved and the floor cleared, it can host many people. Besides, there is always a lovely outside with benches, and tables, and chairs, and it seems that Barbatos is kind to you, sending delightful weather as his gift.

Diluc is not a fan of social gatherings, however, he couldn't help but feel giddy when Adelinde exclaimed in elation at the prospect, be rather content when he saw happy smiles of the citizens - it's been a while since any proper celebration, and the monster rampage last month has been keeping everyone in a gloomy mood, and most importantly - he couldn't betray the trust and confidence his wife put into him.

…right. His wife. The ending to his reputation of the most eligible bachelor (not like he ever cared for the title), and the talk of the town for the past couple of weeks. Diluc Ragnvindr is a rather private man, and upon mutual agreement the wedding was private as well, with only few attending, and those few knew how to keep their mouths shut till the right time came. Or not, since one Cavalry Captain loves getting on the redhead's nerves and spilling some beans to the people who are willing to listen, and then not saying another word to create an intrigue.

So yes, this celebration is also a way to finally introduce the owner of the Dawn Winery's wife to the public, and put an end to all the speculations and maybe seal some lips that spew hatred towards the 'lucky woman', and there are a number of those.

You haven't been taking your eyes off the small group of nobles, standing almost in the middle of the first floor hall, loudly discussing the matter, inevitably drawing the attention of the ones not involved in the conversation, but standing rather close to them.

"I am telling you, she must be some dirty little thing, seducing our poor Master Diluc," the raven-haired tall man claims, elegantly holding a glass of dandelion wine in his long fingers. With his white and black clothes he reminds you of a dalmatian. Barking is almost identical too.

"You are right! She must be some commoner, too ashamed to show her face. If she was of a noble origin, the wedding would be grand and public," ah, and this bear-like looking man… you remember him - he was very active in trying to arrange a marriage of a very uninterested Diluc and his 17-year old daughter. You almost grimace at the thought.

"Oh yes! And we all know, that such well-known and ancient family as Ragnvindrs ought to have one of the noble daughters getting married into it," it is the first time you see this dramatically dressed woman, but even so you would've doubled in boisterous laughter if not the pretty dress Adelinde helped you lace an hour ago, that could potentially be ruined with the drink in your own glass.

You will yourself to tune them off for a moment and check on other guests. It quickly becomes clear that this conversation makes them uncomfortable. Some manage to entertain you though, by making fun of those nobles, parodying the pompous manner of their talking and snickering at that.

Nevertheless, one shall put an end to this idiocy.

"Afternoon, good sirs and ma'ams," the group direct their gazes at you, approaching them with a polite smile and a glass absent from your hand. "I've caught pieces of your conversation earlier, and couldn't help, but feel concerned."

The derogatory gaze the woman throws your way doesn't go unnoticed, but you simply choose to ignore it.

"Is that so?" The 'Dalmatian' hums, as if condescendingly. "Are you worried about Master Diluc as well, young lady? Such compassion is admirable."

"Oh, I hardly worry about Diluc," some eyes widen at your lack of his title acknowledgement, but you once again ignore it. "I am concerned about you. You know it's bad manners to berate a person in their own house? I'd really advise you to stop talking, especially about the matter you seem to know nothing about. Not to make bigger fools of yourselves at least."

"How dare you-" the woman you haven't heard talking before, but saw her nodding a lot, with those huge feathers in her hair waving with each tilt of her head, starts gasping because of your 'insult'. "How dare you speak to us like that! A servant must stay silent until asked to open their mouth!"

"I am not a servant here, nor anywhere else," the assumption doesn't surprise you, since all the maids were allowed to wear pretty outfits even while doing their job - after all it was a celebration honoring them as well, they help the Winery keep running.

"When who in the Archon's name are you-?"

"Y/n Ragnvindr," a deep soothing voice rings behind you, so loud and clear, that it immediately shuts all the sounds in the room.

Your lips curl in a wider smile, all the while holding the bewildered gaze of the woman who decided to pick a fight with you.

"Yes, dear?" His chest is now against your back and a hand, clad in a white glove, reaches for yours. "Are you done with welcoming our partners from Liyue?"

"Of course," the back of your hand is brought to his lips to leave a chaste kiss there, and only then you turn your head and catch a dangerous glint in those blood-colored eyes. He is pissed, but neutral face hardly betrays him. "I see we have a problem here."

"Mhm," you hum, not letting go of his hand and looking back at the tensed individuals, who were bad-mouthing you just minutes ago. "It surely isn't how we planned to reveal our marriage, but the situation called for it, I suppose."

"L-lady Ragnvindr, we didn't know-"

"Can these people be escorted out?" Your question interrupts her harshly, making her flinch. "They disturb other guests, and clearly do not know basic rules of respect."

"My dear wife," you can practically feel menace radiating off of his body, and voice dripping with smugness, "no need to ask me. That's your house as much as it's mine, and you contributed so much into organizing this event. So don't be shy to make your own decision."

"Well then," your smile gets even sweeter, contrary to your eyes that burn holes in their distasteful figures, "Get out."

Kaeya

"Hey pretty tits, hic! Argh, you come here often?"

You wouldn't think that a question like this was addressed to you, if the heavily smelling of alcohol man wasn't occupying the bar stool to your right, leaning forward in your direction. You slightly turn your head and suspiciously watch the swinging glass in his trembling hand, half full and threatening to spill the dark liquid. He really had too much tonight.

"...was that supposed to be a compliment?"

Leaning back to avoid any unfortunate outcome, you give him an unamused look, finished with an arched brow. From the corner of your eye you can't help but notice Charles staring at the man. It is nice to know your good acquaintance doesn't ignore the possible trouble a drunkard can cause another customer.

But you can handle it.

"It was!" He exclaims so happily, childishly proud that you acknowledged the fact. Should you tell him he sucks at it? And that there is only one man whose drunk flirty compliments you'll ever accept, and even in a state like that he would manage to be good, putting a smile on your face? Right now though, the urge to grimace is stronger.

"...thanks," I suppose?. "And yes, I come here often to spend the evening with my partner."

At that his face visibly falls and you turn away, assuming it is enough to cut the conversation short, and concentrate on savoring your first drink of the evening. You ordered it while waiting for one particular Cavalry Captain, and even though it's not strange for him to come later due to astronomically fast piling up paperwork, today he seems to be particularly busy. Maybe you should purchase a bottle and come to his quarters?

Just before you could do just that, there is a hand sliding over your right hip and a hot breath caressing the shell of your ear. You don't even flinch or freeze, recognizing the alluring presence immediately and leaning back into the firmness of his chest.

"You are late, Kaeya."

A soft chuckle and a kiss to the temple make it pretty clear that the azure-haired man cracked your fake rebuke on the spot, knowing that you are not one bit angry at him, but actually really happy to finally have him here.

"I apologize, princess," another kiss, this time to your cheek, "work's been a bit tough. But I am glad to finally be here with my woman."

"Youuurr?"

Ah, you completely forgot about the drunkard to your right.

Turning to look at Kaeya's reaction, you are stricken by the star-shaped pupil gazing right at you - he hasn't even glanced in the other man's direction, instead fixated on you completely. And that is making wonders to your poor heart.

"Who's that, snowflake?" His tone holds curiosity, but you know your lover, and you know when he is ready to be an ass. You shouldn't encourage this, however…

You'd love to see Kaeya Alberich tell the suitor off for you.

"No idea. But he said I have pretty tits."

He hums at that.

"True, but I would've aimed for that delicious butt. I am a simple man, after all."

You barely slap his hand in time, not nearly as drunk to start touching each other right here and right now. At your jab in his ribs he simply laughs heartily, settling his palm back onto your hip and momentarily redirecting his attention to the troublemaker who's been staring at you two throughout the whole exchange.

"You are not from here, are you?"

Only when your lover says that, do you decide to take in the other man's appearance. Indeed, if you were to look longer at him (not like you were interested) it would be easy to guess Fontaine as his land of origin.

"And what?" He straightens his back and puffs his chest as if trying to intimidate. What a rooster. "Does it prevent me from pursuing a pretty woman from another region?"

Oh, so now it's not simply one flirting remark, but a full-blown pursuit? How troublesome.

"Oh no, no, of course not," honey is dripping off those pretty lips, pulled into a smirk. "It's just that otherwise you'd know it's a bad tone to hit on someone's ex-girlfriend."

Confusion appears on the pursuer's face and you look inquiringly at Kaeya as well. The only answer you get is a wink and a mouthed request to order him a drink. Still perplexed, you nevertheless turn to Charles and ask him to make the Cavalry Captain the usual.

Meanwhile the man pulls his thoughts together.

"It's stupid! If she is your ex, then how does it not give me the right to date her? Ridiculous. Why do you even hold her like that!?"

The shouting gathers attention from other patrons - some were invested almost from the beginning, seeing how that unknown man tried to make a move on you, and snickering behind their mugs of alcohol at his unawareness of your relationship.

And Kaeya is all for the show. Many eyes watch as an elegant hand wraps around the glass of his favorite drink and brings it to the silent lips. It feels like everyone stopped breathing and the silence is pressuring, like a string ready to snap and reveal some shocking truth. You, on the other hand, roll your eyes at the male's love for theatrics and put an elbow onto the counter and lean your cheek into your open palm. This is going to be crushing, you almost feel sorry for the guy.

When the Cavalry Captain takes the third sip and sighs in delight - then, and only then, - he looks dead into the other man's eyes, so oppressively that he shrinks under the weight of this cold gaze.

"Maybe because she is my wife?"

If it was physically possible, the drunkard's jaw would hit the floor. The glass, he's been holding just seconds ago, however, follows its destiny, breaking from the impact with floorboards and ruining the prolonged silence and earning a grunt from the barman.

"S-she's what?"

"His wife," you raise your hand and show the ring, getting quite tired and wanting to save at least some of this man's dignity. "So, if you could, please, let us two have our date night. Uninterrupted."

Finally it seems to have him sobered up a little and he starts profusely apologizing to you, to Kaeya, to Charles, to Barbatos and Focalors, while digging his porch with mora out to pay for his drinks and minor damage he caused.

When he stumbles outside and the other patrons stop following the drama, you turn to a contently sipping on his wine Kaeya, who is excelling the nastiest grin on his face.

"Ex-girlfriend? Seriously? That's how you call your wife now?"

"Well, technically I am not wrong, right? Since you are not my girlfriend anymore," he shrugs his shoulders, finishing the last few gulps and putting the glass back onto the counter.

"Then the next time we meet new people I will introduce you as my ex-boyfriend. What? Technically you are," having his own words being thrown into his face makes Kaeya laugh, and he hugs you tightly, kissing the corner of your mouth.

"Deal. But only once, to make it even. I enjoy being called your husband way more."

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yzashaven · 1 year ago

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him breaking you. and i don't mean like physically breaking you or something, but mentally breaking you through senseless fucking. mindfuck kinda shit. could be corruption too? a good girl x bad boy trope is perfect for these. he wouldn't necessarily force you into anything but would "convince" you into it. slowly and gently breaking you until you go from an innocent girl to a cockhungry whore for him and him only. that you can't live without his touch, his cock, his cum inside you. and would even make you say that you belong to him. and he enjoys every bit of itㅡ from the way you denied it at first, started giving in, to the begging and pleading for him to keep giving you more and more, to paint your insides white with his cum, taking in every single drop deep within you. fucking you harder and faster only to deny you :( he loves to rile you up with the endless teasing, having you lose your mind from the lack of release. hours of him fucking you dumb until your brain doesn't function properly, all your thoughts contain him and the things he'd do to your body. he loves what he made out of you.

scaramouche, childe, dottore, heizou, ayato, itto, xiao, kaeya, albedo, alhaitham, kaveh, cyno, abyss!aether, dainsleif ♡

#☾★ 3am thoughts »#genshin smut #scaramouche smut #childe smut #tartaglia smut #dottore smut #heizou smut #ayato smut #itto smut #xiao smut #kaeya smut #albedo smut #alhaitham smut #kaveh smut #cyno smut #aether smut #dainsleif smut #fem!reader

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jinkicake · 2 years ago

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Forced / Arranged Marriage Trope

Diluc, Ayato, Pierro, Zhongli x Reader

A/N: this took me ages to write (cough cough ayato) and even longer to edit but i dont care i love this trope... i hope you like it too </3 i love mean m3n! the whole ‘oh i dont think he loves me but he actually does’ is so fun.... so fun

fem!reader bc I like the use of ‘wife’

WC - 3.3k

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Diluc R.

“Where is my wife?”

The echo of Diluc’s demanding tone as he enters the Winery almost makes Adelinde flinch. From all her years of caring for the young owner, she knows too well what a sensitive spot you are for the man. The head maid tends to keep a watchful eye on you both out of the kindness in her own heart even when you and Diluc are in somewhat of a quarrel.

“In your study,” Adelinde doesn’t look at Diluc as she continues to dust a lamp, she works diligently but keeps her ears sharp all the same. Nothing ever slips out from under her nose.

A gentle smile appears on her lips as Diluc passes her and heads straight for the large doors of his office.

“Where were you?” Diluc’s anger is something you’ve come accustomed to lately. Over the course of your relationship from mere acquaintances to forced husband and wife, you’ve never noticed how well you manage to step on his toes.

“Where was I?” You repeat while continuing to flip through one of the romance novels Jean recommended to you. Your husband came in at such an awful time, right in the middle of a scene full of tension and declarations of love. A quiet sigh leaves your lips as you close the book in hopes of picking it up again later.

“We have an arrangement at six o’clock in front of the gates every day,” Diluc does little to hide his frustrations, that much is clear to you as you finally run your eyes over his tensed form. He stands tall in front of you on the opposite side of the desk, his large arms flexed from where they’re crossed over his broad chest. “have you forgotten?”

No, you have not.

Today of all days, you wanted to have a few extra minutes to yourself so you left work early and practically ran home. It’s not that you didn’t want your husband to accompany you like he does most days but, you really wanted to finish your new novel in peace. You never imagined that Diluc would care this much about your absence.

“It appears to have slipped my mind,” You try to give him a kind smile, an innocent gesture but Diluc knows you too well. He sighs before pinching the bridge of his nose in an attempt to ease the headache that is forming.

“I thought something had happened to you,” His outburst surprises you but, you don’t let it show on your face. Diluc’s protectiveness is something you’ve always been aware of yet it manages to catch you off guard every time. As time goes on, you think you’ll start to become more accustomed to it. “you know of the dangers that lurk out there.”

“I am capable enough to make it home by myself, Master Diluc,” You reach for your book again but Diluc is quick to clasp his hand over your own, he pins your wrist down against his wooden desk and tries to keep the anger in his eyes leveled with his fiery hair.

“I told you not to call me that,” There’s a slight defeat in his voice, one that almost makes you feel guilty for teasing him. He hates it. The name makes him sound like a stranger to you, it makes him think that you don’t see him in the same light. Diluc always hoped that you would return a mere flicker of affection in the candle that is his love for you. However, he doesn’t like to fool himself. “do not leave me waiting tomorrow. I will pick you up at six o’clock.”

“Alright,” You sigh and gently place your chin on your palm, elbow resting against his large desk. Diluc looks you over with hard eyes as if he is mentally contemplating his next move. You expected him to head straight for the door and leave, to start the same nightly tasks he always runs off to when he drops you off at home. He doesn’t.

Instead, the winery owner takes a step closer to you and grits his teeth. He bends down with little hesitation and places a harsh kiss on your cheekbone before leaving the study with a soft click of the door. His affection catches you off guard, causing your heart to thump in your chest.

Every day he wins your heart over a little more.

By the time Adelinde pokes her head in a few minutes later, you’re still not sure if you have wiped the surprise off of your face. The head maid gives you a gentle smile as she pretends to dust a book, offering a piece of advice and a grim reminder.

“Lady (Y/N), please try to understand where he is coming from. If something were to happen to you, Master Diluc would lose his family all over again.”

K. Ayato

“Your marriage cannot fail.”

There were many rules and guidelines set for you and the Yashiro Commissioner on the premise of your alliance. Above all, you were sworn to protect the name of the Tri-Commission. The two of you are to maintain the facade of a happy marriage in the face of the Narukami population and the entirety of Inazuma.

The rule itself is very simple but, places an uncomfortable weight on your shoulders. You fear that you’ll one day be crushed by the severity of the situation.

At least, your husband tries his best with you.

“Are you retiring for the evening, dear?” In passing, Ayato stops you as he heads for his office. He offers you a kind smile and a delicate brush of his fingertips against your elbow. You nearly shiver at the contact over the material of your clothes.

“I am. Will you be joining me?” Eight months of being married to him and you have learned not to expect anything. It prevents the bitter heartache that forms every time his face slightly drops and his ounce of affection for you reverts back into professionalism.

“Forgive me but, I will not. I need to finish reviewing a proposal from the Kanjou Commission.” His hand leaves your arm and falls pitifully back to his side. It’s as if the mere thought of being a husband closes him off to you.

“I see.” You know how he despises small talk and would just rather get to the point so you ultimately end the interaction for him. There is no fight coming from your side, no fit that is thrown, you simply continue on with your life.

“Good night.” As Ayato leans down and gently kisses your cheek, he firmly holds onto your bicep with a soft squeeze. It’s a flash of love that leaves your cheeks warm and your heart fluttering as he excuses himself and makes his way toward his office.

No matter how much you want to believe in him, you can’t help but think that everything is all for show.

Sleep doesn’t come easy for you that night, it never does when you’re set to spend it alone. The utter silence of the bedroom causes your boredom to hit an all-time high as you stupidly decide to seek out your husband.

Hours ago you were mentally cursing his existence while simultaneously bathing in his affections and now, you’re reaching out for him again.

Do you want him or not? Do you love him or hate him?

You really don’t know.

“Wife, you’re still awake.” It takes Ayato a few moments to greet you after you enter his office. The quiet noise of his door sliding shut pulls him away from his work for the briefest moment as his blue eyes glance over your body. Ultimately, he looks back down at his paper and then attempts to organize his thoughts and desk by neatly stacking the scrolls. “Are you having trouble sleeping?”

Ayato holds his hand out to you and you hesitantly place your fingers against his own. He takes the inch you give him and turns it into a mile as he tugs you toward him.

You kneel beside him now and through the force of his pull, you begin to lean against his shoulder. Under his touch, you become stiff and it causes your husband to laugh.

Your head starts to hurt at trying to read him.

“You confuse me,” You whisper as Ayato cups your cheek, despite how you keep your eyes glued to his table, he has no problem selfishly forcing you to look at him.

“I confuse you?” He repeats and slightly tilts his head while looking you over, like this his face is inches away from yours. “How can I possibly make myself clear to you?” His quiet murmurs don’t distract you from the way he’s lowering his face. You stop him before he can get any closer.

“That is what I mean, if you touch me so easily I will misunderstand your feelings.” You attempt to move from the tight grip he has on you but, you can’t get free. “Don’t kiss me if you don’t love me.”

Ayato merely hums and loosens his grip on your shoulder. At the chance to put some much-needed space between the two of you, you ultimately fall back against the floor. Your husband follows quickly and once again latches onto you as he places his arms on either side of your head.

His soft lips hover over your ear, brushing along your cheek before he places a soft peck on your jaw.

“I kiss you,” He watches your every move as his hand cups your cheek. The slight of you nervously squirming does more to him than he cares to admit. “because I love you.”

Pierro

“Enough with the unnecessary dramatics.” Scolding you is something of second nature to the first of the eleven Fatui harbingers. He picks you apart and molds you into the perfect shape until that shape no longer holds any value to him. When he finds a flaw, Pierro starts all over again. “Crafting when there is work to be done, have you no shame?”

For as cruel as he acts, your husband is utterly obsessed with you.

He glares down at you, and at the ceramic flower pot you poured your heart and soul into creating for him, with hostility in his eyes. Your caring hands shaped a perfectly sized holder, one in perfect condition and your husband will be sure to put it on display within his office. It will be perfect on his desk and when he misses your companionship, he will be sure to look at it and remember the fondness he holds for you.

Even if you hate him all the same.

“What work do you expect a lonely housewife to be doing?” The fire in your eyes rivals the flames that once burned his nation to the ground. Despite the fight in your soul, Pierro will have no trouble shaping you back into order. You grit your teeth at him, nearly barring your anger and the harbinger finally puts his paperwork down to look at you.

You’ll never understand him and he’ll never understand you.

All this started because you wanted to give him a stupid gift that you now deeply regret. You thought that if an ounce of kindness could touch his heart then maybe he would show a drop of affection, a mere plop of something that isn’t disappointment towards you.

“I expect you to keep this house in order.” His voice is hard, set in stone, as he shifts his shoulders back to sit up even straighter in his head chair. “You can’t possibly be doing that when you are distracted by irrelevant tasks.”

“You are a stupid old man,” Your glare is fierce as you curse him and mentally curse the Tsaritsa for setting your fate. This is a loveless marriage, a misalliance. How could she have done this to you?

Pierro’s eyes narrow towards you as he waits for you to finish your tantrum, it ends with a loud slam of his office door. You have, no doubt, retreated to the room you call your ‘own’ despite being forced to share a room with him. The man would lock your door if he could, to keep you out of your room and instead by his side. But, above everything, your husband does deeply care about you and tries to respect your space.

His affection has since grown for you after he met you, months before he lifted the veil off of your face during your marriage ceremony. Only the Tsaritsa could have blessed him with such a gift, a treasure that he will be sure to spoil until the end of his days.

No matter how strongly you fight him, how much you resist, his love will never dull. If only his feelings were strong enough to get through to you.

Later in the evening, Pierro finds you again. He discovers you curled up under your blankets, a pillow hugged to your chest and another pressed against your back. He has no issue ripping the pillow away from you as if the offending piece of furniture was daring to hide you from him. There’s little struggle in the way he picks you up in his arms, scooping his large forearms under your thighs and back to hold you against his chest.

He doesn’t blink as he walks past stationed Fatui subordinates to your shared bedroom, he doesn’t even flinch when you jolt awake and then sulk in his arms. Without a fight, you let him place you on the right side of the bed before he heads toward the door and locks it.

While Pierro gets rid of his daily attire, you choose to glare at the duvet. Your frustrations don’t last long when you catch onto his armor now painting the floor. The sensual drop of each article catches your attention quickly and you don’t hide the way you stare. Anger be damned, you want him.

Your husband has to pretend not to notice your lustful gaze. Somewhere in his chest, his pride surges at the way your eyes run over his tanned skin. He teases you and takes his time with finding his spare clothes for sleep.

But before the harbinger can even think about getting into bed, you’re already behind him and wrapping your arms around his thick waist. You don’t shy away from your affections as you press your face into his muscular back and dip your hands down towards the front of his pants.

It’s as if the beloved and feared Tsaritsa knew exactly what she was doing when she paired the two of you together. Through love and hate, she made the perfect match.

Zhongli

“Please get those glaze lilies out of my sight.” The beautiful flower, delicate and pure, reminds you of all the things you are not. You can’t stand to see them paraded in a vase, decorated by your husband as he tends to the flowers more than he has ever tended to you.

Zhongli freezes at the harsh tone coming from your lips, he turns to you slowly with confusion etched into his features. His hand which was once gently holding onto the petal of the flower falls to his side.

“I don’t understand.” Although he tries to read you and figure out where you are coming from, he simply can’t.

“I am tired of those flowers and I hate looking at them.” Resentment pours out of you in buckets, years and years of self-hatred boils over at the mere glance of a petal. You accepted that you would be stuck in a loveless marriage the second the Adepti arranged this misalliance. In their eyes, and all the eyes of the archons, you are nothing more than a tool. Almighty Morax needs to produce offspring, who better to satisfy him than a healthy human?

But, much to your relief (and despair), you’ve never once spent the night with the man yet. Not in all seven years of your marriage have either of you gotten as close as a kiss. There must be another in his heart, someone he cares for but could never have, you’re sure of it.

From the beginning, you accepted that he would never love you or cherish you the way you secretly wish that he would but, that doesn’t mean you can stand to watch how he fawns over fucking glaze lilies.

“Where is this hostility coming from?” Zhongli rises from the floor, from where he was on his knees tending to his beloved bouquet. Anger courses through your veins and causes the tips of your fingers to shake. How could you ever explain it to him?

“Are you married to those flowers?” Your question makes the archon tilt his head before he glances back at the large vase.

“I am not.”

“Then why do you touch them more than you touch me?” Through your frustrations, you missed the slight widening of your husband’s eyes. For a mere second, he finally got through to you. “You love those flowers more than you love me!”

If you’re getting this upset because of him, feeling jealousy and envy to the point that it nearly swallows you whole because of him-

“Does this mean that you have feelings for me?” Zhongli calmly looks you over but, he is anything but calm on the inside. Nothing about him right now is rational as he mentally fights back the primal need to have you. He has adored you since the second he laid eyes on you, not that you would ever notice.

You look absolutely revolted by his question and you try to swat it away with the back of your hand.

“What?” Nothing about you is prepared for this situation or the way Morax is closing in on you. For each step that your husband takes, you take a step away from him until your back hits the window built into your wall. Zhongli towers over you and braces some of his weight on his hands placed on either side of your head.

“Do you love me, wife?” He shifts his head forward, tilting his face down so that his hair covers his eyes. You hold your breath. His sharp nose runs along your jaw before guiding your head to tilt back. “Do you acknowledge me as your husband, finally?”

You place your hands flat on his chest to try and push him away but try as you might, Morax does not budge.

“W-Why would I love you? You don’t even love me?” Your scoff and lies do little to hide how fast your heart is racing, to hide the flustered state you are in.

“I don’t love you?” He murmurs before his fingers come up to cup your jaw. “You were the one who picked those flowers for our wedding, it is through my love and my love alone that they’ve been preserved for so long.”

“Your love for another.” You confirm with hard eyes and the sight, along with your answer, makes Zhongli click his jaw. He tightly presses his lips together before letting out a quiet and defeated sigh.

“My love for you.” At long last, the truth is out. The secret Zhongli has cultivated and tended to for years is revealed because of your childish outburst. “Don’t you understand?”

You can’t form any words back as all you do is gape at him like a fish out of water. Zhongli takes the matter into his hands furthermore. His fingers tilt your chin up and force you to look up at him. There’s nothing but pure adoration in his bright eyes.

“If I may, allow me to show you, dear wife.”

#diluc ragnvindr x reader #Kamisato Ayato x reader #pierro x reader #zhongli x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #ayato x reader #pierro x you #zhongli x you #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin x female reader #diluc x fem!reader #ayato x fem!reader #pierro x fem!reader #zhongli x female reader #sad another idea I loved writing and then hated when I read it back LMAO

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ventitititi · 1 year ago

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Bath sex pt.3

Because I'm feeling like headcanons, and these are fun! :>

Ayato, kazuha, gorou

Tw/cw: nsfw content, afab!reader, gn!pronouns, creampie

Ayato

🌱. LISTEN. This mans bath is no joke, i swear. He has the biggest tub, so its comfy for both of you together, and he's got all the best bath products. You, my dear, are having the bath of a lifetime

🌱. 100% will indulge himself in some tea and unwind with you in the tub, if you're at all interested that is. He's got back up plans, if you wanted something a little more... Intimate

🌱. Will have you leaned against his chest as he works his fingers in you, his lips brushing against your ear as he watches, whispering his thoughts for you to hear, "my... Look at how your pussy swallows my fingers, hm? Lovely, isn't it... Such a good little hole."

🌱. If it does get into straight up fucking in the tub, it's large yes but i imagine he'd want to admire the view of you riding him, his hands guiding your hips as he leans back to take it in, a thumb finding your clit as he smirks at you knowingly...

Kazuha

🌱. Our dearest poet would take his time in the bath, regardless of if it's cramped or not. If you're lucky enough to be in inazuma though, it's likely you'll be in a hot spring.

🌱. He'll be thorough in his loving of you, if you find yourself taking a bath together. His fingers would trace over your skin, and between loving kisses he'd breathe out poetry he'd written for you

🌱. Overall, very soft and gentle. His hips would be rocking into you slowly yet firmly from behind, his lips kissing across your shoulder blades, a faint smile across his lips as he whispers, "you're moans might be my favorite form of prose, love."

🌱. Definitely makes sure you're feeling good, too. A hand reaching down to gently circle your clit, the hot spring waters only serving to make the motions easier. Likely due to the nature of hot springs, the sounds you two make would also carry quite well (aka, you're loud and for a distance.)

Gorou

🌱. Our general! He'd be quite needy with you in the bath, probably having run it as a way to clean up from your earlier rounds... Unfortunately, seeing you exposed and dripping with water has him worked up again .

🌱. His bath is likely nothing luxurious, a little cramped even when its split between the two of you, but he's absolutely determined to make it work! He'll take his time finding whatever position is most comfortable for you both

🌱. Once he's satisfied with that though.... He's pounding away at you, whimpering softly and oh so needy, desperate to make you cum first as he fingers at your clit

🌱. If he succeeds in his goal of making you cum, he'll become even needier before reaching his own peak, biting down on his lip or your skin to try and silence his sounds as he cums inside of you<3 so much for getting cleaned up...

#genshin x reader #genshin smut #: ̗̀➛whiskey in a teacupೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #ayato x reader #ayato smut #ayato x reader smut #kazuha x reader #kazuha x reader smut #kazuha smut #gorou x reader #gorou smut #gorou x reader smut #fem!reader

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dxrlingx · 7 months ago

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Im Cryin' While Im Cummin'

NSFW!

Warnings: AFAB!reader, sub!reader, PERVERT!ayato, School president!ayato, squirting, semi-public sex, overstimulation, fingering, dacryphilia, cunnilingus, penetration. MDNI.

Perv!President ayato, who you manage to catch his eye, now obsessed and head over heels for you. Taking you on a stroll around the school garden, getting you out of trouble, making you have lunch with him in the headquarters and helping you with your studies just so he could get a room inside your little heart.

Perv!President ayato, who immediately gets hard in his pants as the wind blew through your skirt, revealing the cute pink panties you wore. Excusing himself as he ran to the bathroom, palming and stroking his cock as he desperately imagining it as your hands instead.

Perv!President ayato, who finally had enough and took you right there and then on the couch of the headquarters, not caring if the people walking by will hear the delicious noises you made as he refused to let you keep quiet; shoving two of his fingers inside you, lapping on your cunt like a starved man as he made you squirt on his face, happily drinking it up like it was finest wine in existence.

Perv!President ayato, who became moody and cranky, often snapping at his perks and his usual calm and collected demeanor gone, why? Because you decided to run off the other day after he made you squirt, he watched dumbfounded as you hurried off in embarrassment, leaving him hot and bothered as well as confused and frustrated.

Perv!President ayato, who can't stand you ignoring him, slowing going crazy day by day without spending time with you. But need not worry, he finally caught you, shoving you inside the janitor's closet, a smirk displayed on his lips as he listens to you confess the reason why you were avoiding him as he lifted you up, pushing your little panties aside.

Perv!President ayato, who rams his meaty cock into your squelching pussy like there's no tomorrow, fuck, this is all he needed. His movements became faster when he took a look at your teary face, hand holding onto his shoulder for dear life as you tried your best to keep quiet. Your back arched, eyes rolling back as the knot in your stomach finally snapped, moaning at the feeling of ayato's warm seed filling your womb at the same time.

Perv!President ayato, who begins to move his hips once again, chuckling darkly as he hears your pleas for a break, only for you to whimper and moan out in pleasure as your sensitive walls twitched around his cock. Let's hope the janitor is REALLY busy...

#genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact #smut #sub reader #fem reader #afab reader #kamisato ayato #ayato x reader #genshin ayato #ayato smut #student reader #genshin imagines #genshin x you #adult human female #female reader

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anantaru · 1 year ago

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"keep your hands on the headboard."

ayato commands with his doughy lips curved into a unhurried smirk, back to back with a strong voice tranquillizing the synapses of your brain, the essence of his movements going beyond a single thread when he curls his fingers around your hips.

his hands were caressing the plush of your ass and your warm skin, and although his hold on you might've been strong— in a way it felt needful and almost, touch starved, it immediately discards of almost all the pressure and gave you enough room to breathe and relax around him in such position— on all fours, knees digging into the mattress while your hands were located against the headboard, as he told you all sweet and collected, to hold yourself in place when ayato fucks your little brain out.

his hand connects with his hammering shaft, fisting it tenderly in his palm while watching your body awaiting him with hooded, grateful eyes, and ayato doesn't like to leave you waiting, or well, he had a special place in his heart when it came down to teasing you until he can see subtle evidences of tears concealing clear sight, always taking his very sweet time until you're sobbing out endlessly whenever he wants you to, more so needs you to in order to give him the motivation to make you cum.

yet this time was unlike others, call it either him being way too horny tonight or too touch starved, curtesy of working nonstop, but the yashiro commissioner couldn't be bothered with proper foreplay nor teasing you on this eventful night, not when his cock was resting hard and heavy against his hand.

ayato starts slow now, stay content, stretching you open with his cock head.

while he tells you; "come here."

and with his brows knitted together, he inserts himself, pleasure swirling into the tight contraction of your stomach as his head lolls back blissfully when your walls gnaw down on his length, his eyes now stricken with liquid lust as he pumps himself into your wet warmth.

ayato was inhaling your maddening scent the second he drapes himself over your entire body, hiding his face in your back and drinking up the dreamy look of your trembling body holding itself up on all fours— whilst he sets out a consistent and pitiless pace on your pussy, drilling his cock into your cunt with an unforgiving force of pushes as he wallows in your relentless hiccups and mewls.

his rutting faster, more desperate, one hand snaking down to your pinching clit as he flicks his fingers over the sloppy, wet flesh in slowed circles— "I'll never get used to this.." he admits bluntly, teeth gritted with a singular task in making you release first, his cock thrusting in and out with squelching noises emerging from behind.

and ayato draws himself so far up inside, as was possible for you to take, brushing his pointer finger on your sensitive nub while speaking in a ruptured tone, "never getting used to you."

#fem! reader #ayato smut #genshin smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact smut #ayato x reader

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shuusocks · 2 months ago

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Kinktober 2024: Sakamaki ver. <3

Shu Sakamaki, Reiji Sakamaki, Ayato Sakamaki, Kanato Sakamaki, Laito Sakamaki, Subaru Sakamaki x f!reader

(I know this post is a little late, sue me).

Content warning: 18+ themes, explicit mentions of sexual activity 🤺

Shu Sakamaki:

Size kink, slow sex, teasing, cockwarming.

➤ "01:14 am

The clock, placed on your bedside table, reads the time. But time is just a mere illusion to you and Shu right now.

You gasp as you feel his thick girth enter you slowly, inch by inch. Shu’s larger frame hovering over you. Small, breathy whines escape your throat due to the burning, stretching sensation of your cunt.

“Shuu- arghh~” You moan, tilting your head back and clinging onto his broad shoulders. His muscles tensing up from the pleasure. You feel yourself clench at the overwhelming feeling of being so full of him. Shu’s breathing audibly shudders.

“Don’t do that, sweetheart” His voice is deep and raspy, whispering directly into your ear as he starts to slowly pull out and then push himself all the way back in.

Your eyes roll back as you let out a moan and dig your nails into his back.

“Y-you’re too de..eeeep” You manage to whimper out, feeling him reach the deepest parts of you.

His large hands sneak around your waist and under the shirt you were wearing. Slowly going up your body, making sure to explore every inch of you. His lips instinctively find your neck and leave a trail of wet, sloppy kisses. You were sure some of them left bruises.

He lets out a husky laugh and halts his movements completely, leaving himself inserted all the way into you. You could practically feel him in your stomach.

“Don’t tell me you can’t take it?” Shu whispers, his hot breath lingering on your sore neck.

One of his hands goes down onto your stomach as he gently presses your abdomen. You let out a high pitched whine as you feel all the juices, mixed inside of you, leak through the gaps and down onto the sheets."

Reiji Sakamaki:

Brat taming, orgasm denial, edging.

➤ "The always empty and silent hallways of the Sakamaki manor, tonight, echoed with fast and vicious slapping noises, coming from Reiji's lab.

You were bent over on the desk. Your legs spread, hands tied over your head.

“I’ll be a- a goo~aghh~ood girl I swear” You barely manage to choke out due to Reiji’s deep and rough pounding from behind. His fist full of your hair, forcibly tilting your head back, the other hand holding your hip tightly, leaving dark marks.

“A little too late for that don’t you think?” He menacingly whispers into your ear, his jaw tightly clenched as you feel a sharp sting on your ass.

You hate to admit but the spank pushed you over the edge, even if it was supposed to be a punishment.

You tighten around Reiji’s length, signaling you're about to reach your climax. The small action makes him inhale sharply and land another smack on your butt, stopping his movements completely, still driven deep inside you.

“Disobeying, acting out AND cumming without my permission?” His tone is demanding yet with a hint of mockery.

You whine at the broken orgasm. All the pleasure suddenly leaves your body and only the stinging sensation on your ass remains.

“P-please- I-I’m sorry” Is all you can whimper out, your head still forcibly tilted back and the drool running down your neck, before Reiji suddenly pulls out and slams back into you again mercilessly. You feel your juices running down your thighs as you’re trying to hold on to your remaining senses.

“Did the cat get your tongue?” Reiji asks his breathing unsteady as he feels you coming closer to another climax. He sneers, knowing he won’t let you get off the hook that easily. After all, the night has just begun."

Ayato Sakamaki:

Overstimulation, squirting, degradation.

➤ "Tears were running down your reddened cheeks as your fourth orgasm hit you like a wave. Your head hit the wall as your knees buckled, threatening to give out underneath you.

You were pressed against the wall, Ayato holding one of your legs up for better access, as he was fucking into you. His other hand groping your breasts, occasionally pinching your hardened bud.

“Ngh~ You’re being such a slut for me” He whispers directly into your ear. Ayato suddenly increases his pace, feeling you clench around him.

“A-Ayato I-” You gasp at the increased speed of his thrust, quickly wrapping your hands around his neck, stabilizing yourself and pulling him closer to you at the same time. You pray not to pass out or have your body collapse due to the overwhelming pleasure.

You feel another climax quickly approaching you but this time it feels a little different.

“I feel w-weird Ayaaa-ato” You manage to form a somewhat coherent sentence. Ayato almost instantly catches on what's happening and what sensation you are feeling.

“Is that so?” He coos, his hot breath lingering on your skin as his hand slowly travels down your body, landing directly on your swollen clit.

“Let’s see how much of a whore you really can be.” Before you know it, Ayato starts to rub your bud vigorously, almost instantly bringing you to yet another orgasm.

However, this time as you came, liquid squirted out of you, drenching your and Ayato’s abdomens. Your eyes roll back as your legs finally give out on you and you almost fall to the ground.

Ayato quickly catches you, his breathing heavy and unstable.

“You were so eager to cum earlier and now you can’t handle it?��"

Kanato Sakamaki:

Pegging, f!reader dom.

➤ "You stood on your knees in front of Kanato who was on all fours, his back turned to you. One of your hands was running up and down his naked back, while the other one was lubing up the silicone strap on.

You lean down, pressing your chest on his back as you reach his ears.

“Are you ready?” You whisper, the toy prodding at his hole. Kanato lets out a barely audible swear as his breathing intensifies and he nods his head.

You just smirk, accidentally letting out a small giggle before slowly pushing in the dildo and bottoming out after a few seconds.

Kanato gasps as his fists clench. You let him adjust for a few moments, gently rubbing his back, his neck, reaching his hair and lightly tugging on it.

“Move…” He manages to mutter through his tightly gritted teeth.

“What was that?”

“...Please”

“Good boy” You slowly begin to move as you see all his muscles tensing up with each thrust. As your pace increases slightly, one of your hands travels from his waist to his neck, pulling his body up so he’s left standing on his knees while the other one grips his shaft, lightly stroking it, causing pleasure from both sides.

Kanato gasps as his body shudders and his breathing gets uneven.

“D-Don’t stop please-” He stutters out as his head cranks back and his cock twitches in your hand, signaling he’s near the edge.

Your lips find his neck as you leave a trail of small kisses along the side, going up to his nape.

“Hm? Close already? And here I thought you’d hold out for much longer.” Your teasing tone, your hot lingering breath on his neck made him lose his composure almost instantly."

Laito Sakamaki:

Riding, body worship.

➤ "“Ahhh~ Just like that, don’t stop, bitch chan” Laito's head is tilted back, his adam's apple bobbing slightly as he tries to catch his breath.

You’re on top of him, taking his length in, like the good girl that you are. Your hands are tightly gripping his shoulders, trying to keep your movements steady and deep.

His hands move from your hips, up to your waist, finally reaching your breasts after a few moments.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this” He whispers as he looks back at you again and plays with your bouncing tits, taking one of the hardened buds in his mouth and lightly tugging on it.

Your movements falter at the pleasure as Laito helps you move again, his hands falling back down to your hips as he rocks you back and forth on his length.

You wrap your hands around his neck and bring his face closer. Laito’s lips travel down to your jaw, then to your neck leaving a trail of kisses and bite marks along the way.

The wet slapping sound echoes in the room. Laito’s hands wrap all the way around you as he brings you even closer to his body. His fingers start gently grazing your back just when his lips finally detach from your neck.

“You’re doing so so good for me, baby. Let me show you just how much I love you.” Laito’s lips capture yours as his movements increase. He swallows your shaky, soft moans, letting his tongue explore every inch of your mouth.

You feel your thighs burn, but your senses are so enveloped in pleasure, that all you can do is chase your approaching climax."

Subaru Sakamaki:

Hate, jealous sex (consensual), possessive markings.

➤ "You absolutely love when Subaru gets jealous. When all the possessiveness, all the anger comes out and he takes it out on you.

You were laid down on your back as Subaru was mercilessly pounding into you, positioned in between your legs. With each thrust driving his length up deeper and deeper inside of you.

With your tongue out, all you could do is moan and drool like a bitch in heat. His hands left dark marks around your waist and your hips from how tightly he’s holding onto you.

The state of your neck was like nothing you’ve ever seen before. All marked up and bruised with bites, hickeys, scratches.

“Are these enough for others to see that you’re mine?” Subaru gritted through his clenched jaw, right into your ear as one of his hands found its way to your neck. Without stopping his thrusting, Subaru wrapped his palm almost all the way around your neck and squeezed. Not too tight but only to make sure you understood who you belonged to.

From having your senses sharpened due to the lack of oxygen, all you could do is nod. The pleasure of his cock hitting your sweet spot, making you see stars and unable to focus on his words, made Subaru more frustrated.

“Answer” He almost growled, stopping his movements completely.

You whine out at the sudden lack of pleasure as you manage to choke out a few words, hoping you’ll satisfy Subaru.

“Y-Yee-es. I’m yours…please.” The pathetic little whimper made him start thrusting again this time a little slower but still ramming himself deep inside of you.

“That’s right” He says breathlessly. Speeding up his movements once more and dragging the hand that was on your neck to your collarbones.

“You’re mine.”"

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𝐈'𝐌 𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋! 𝐂𝐇. 𝟏𝟑

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟑 : 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : You manage to escape with Kazuha. When Yae Miko finds you outside of the Grand Narukami Shrine, she seems to perceive your existence as something beyond the realm of possibility.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : Ayaka, Ayato, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Thoma, Tomo, Yoimiya

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : Romance, humour, isekai, transmigration, reverse harem

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : N/A

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : No way, an update from me? Anyway hi y'all :D

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟐

Tap...

(Y/n)'s eyelids flew open as she awoke to the sound of approaching footsteps. Without getting up, she slowly turned her head just enough to catch a glimpse of a woman with long pink hair, the soft hue of her tresses reminding the heiress of the sakura blooms scattered around Narukami during spring.

"Food for the prisoners," the woman said as she slightly extended her arms towards the guard.

(Y/n)'s eyes lingered on the servant as she watched the guard examine the tray of food and water that was going to be served to her and Kazuha; when the woman's gaze suddenly shifted to meet hers, (y/n) quickly looked away, hoping that she didn't notice her awake. She laid as still as she could with bated breath when she heard the cell door unlock, and subconsciously pulled Kazuha closer in a protective embrace.

The maid entered the cell and knelt down to carefully place the metal tray on the floor beside (y/n). She didn't move from her position for a few seconds before her soft whisper brushed past the heiress' ear, carrying with it a hopeful cadence.

"Should you wish to see the moon," she began, "he will find you."

... He?

Her cryptic words perplexed (y/n), and her eyes darted around the darkness as she tried to decipher the hidden meaning of the maid's words. The sound of the cell door slamming shut halted her train of thoughts, the receding footsteps telling her that the maid had finally left. Loosening her grip on Kazuha, (y/n) retracted her arms and slowly propped her upper body up on her elbows. She eyed the tray cautiously for a few seconds and then dragged it closer by the edge, causing a sharp scraping sound to resound through the small space. She then picked up the cup of water and sniffed it, took a sip, before deeming it safe enough to drink. Turning to Kazuha, (y/n) gently shook his shoulder, making him stir awake with a soft groan.

"Kazuha, you need to hydrate yourself," she murmured, wrapping her left arm around his shoulders. Being mindful of the wound on his back, she carefully lifted his upper body and brought the edge of the cup towards his lips. He slowly drank the water and when he turned his head away, (y/n) downed the rest of the contents, quenching her own thirst.

With a muted sigh, she laid Kazuha on his stomach again before sitting back on her knees.

Escaping from this prison was her top priority; she wasn't sure if Kazuha could hold out until somebody saves them, and she certainly wasn't about to risk waiting around for someone to when his life was literally in her hands.

But how will they escape?

As if the world knew of her plight, slivers of sunlight filtered inside the cell and from the corner of her eye, something glinted. Turning her head, she spotted a slender silver object about the length of her hand in a corner. Curious, she quietly crawled over and found a metal hook. A loud, drawn-out yawn and the soft jingle of keys drew her attention to the guard; eyeing the keys and then looking at the hook once more, an idea popped into her head.

It's risky but worth trying.

(Y/n) patiently waited until midnight. As she peered up at the guard's sleepy expression from where she's kneeling, she softly hummed a lullaby she remembered. With the metal hook in hand, she extended her arm through the bars of the cell and carefully reached for the keys hanging by the guard's hip. A bead of cold sweat rolled down her forehead, her arm shaking slightly when she successfully hooked onto the keys' ring. Slowly, she began to retract her arm-

"Urgh..."

Her breath hitched in her throat and she paused when the guard stirred. She analysed his expression with wide eyes before letting out a bated breath, realising that he hasn't woken up... yet. As she continued to hum, she finally brought the keys over to her side. With a triumphant smile, she quickly and silently unlocked the cell door, allowing it to swing open without alerting the guard. Her gaze then fell on Kazuha who appeared to be semi-conscious; crouching to his level, she gingerly lifted him off the straw bedding and wrapped his arm around her neck before standing up with him.

"(Y/n)...?" he mumbled, opening his eyes halfway.

Stepping out to freedom, (y/n) whispered to him, "Don't worry. We're both getting out of here alive."

❀

"THEY WENT THIS WAY!"

The thudding of hooves resonated across Chinju Forest as (y/n) attempted to lose her pursuers. With Kazuha securely tucked between her arms, she urged the horse she had managed to steal from an unsuspecting merchant earlier to go faster, uncaring of the stray branches catching onto her skin and weaving red lines on her cheeks. She had no destination in mind, spurred on by the single thought of escaping somewhere safe.

An arrow suddenly whistled behind her and struck the horse's rear, throwing it off balance. Coiling her arms around Kazuha instinctively, she then landed on her back, cushioning his fall. She wheezed, feeling the air knocked out of her lungs, and laid still for a moment to catch her breath.

"H-hold on, Kazuha. Hold on..." she muttered, sitting up. Hearing heavy footfalls heading in their direction, she scrambled to stand up only to stumble back when an arrow lodged itself on the ground beside her feet. A sharp whistle followed and before her mind could process what was happening, she felt herself being pulled to the ground as someone moved on top of her. The dull thud of an arrow landing on something made her look up, and her pupils dilated.

"No... No, no, no, no- Kazuha, why would you-?" (y/n) asked, shakily raising her hands.

Clenching his jaw, Kazuha remained in position as he gazed at her. Despite his injuries, the feeling of her hands on his face soothed the pain racking his whole body, and he gave her a weak smile.

"I... promised myself to protect you..." he quietly replied, his eyes never leaving hers.

(Y/n) didn't have any time to react as she heard the shouts of their pursuers drawing near. Sliding out from underneath Kazuha, she tried to pull him up when a samurai suddenly emerged from shadows, illuminated by the moonlight peeking through the gaps between the leaves above. Kazuha grunted, realising that he won't have enough time to draw his sword to block the incoming attack, and immediately hugged her with the intention of shielding her with his body once more.

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. As the samurai's blade came slicing down, a shadow jumped in between them and blocked his sword. The echoing splash of water caught (y/n)'s attention, and over Kazuha's shoulder, she spotted an unfamiliar man with light blue hair tied in a low ponytail.

Who...?

"Go," the man spoke, snapping her out of her thoughts, "I'll buy you time to escape."

Although she was puzzled as to why the stranger was helping her, she decided not to waste this opportunity and quickly shifted Kazuha's position so that he was leaning against her. Keeping a secure grip around his torso, she then draped one of his arms over her shoulder before tottering away as fast as she could.

He waited until he could no longer sense (y/n) and Kazuha, and proceeded to summon his water blades. His moonlit eyes stared at the men before him with contempt; he abruptly swung an arm to his side, throwing a water arrow that struck a samurai trying to sneak up on him right in the solar plexus.

"None of you will escape Mikazuki's revenge tonight," he uttered. Without another word, he lunged towards them.

❀

(Y/n) carefully laid Kazuha on his side against the cave wall. She was forced to find shelter when it started pouring and luckily came across a small cave on the way up to the Grand Narukami Shrine. She let out a muted sigh, hearing the rain get heavier; as she turned her head to the cave's opening, a flash of lightning lit up the sky, and it was followed by the rumbling thunder.

"Where do we go now...?" she whispered to herself. She couldn't possibly go home in this state, especially knowing that Tatsuya has eyes and ears in her home. Going to the Kamisato Estate wasn't an option either as she couldn't risk getting Ayaka and Thoma involved in her clan's issues, and going to Yoimiya for help would have been a viable option if Naganohara Fireworks wasn't all the way in Inazuma City.

"(Y/n)..."

(Y/n) was drawn back to reality when Kazuha hoarsely called out to her. Eyes flickering back to him, she shuffled closer.

"Kazuha? How are you feeling?" she softly asked, eyeing the arrow sticking out of his back. She knew better than to pull it out as the arrowhead was the only thing applying pressure to his wound. Grabbing the shaft of the arrow, she then broke off a part of it so the arrow wouldn't shift around.

"Cold..." Kazuha mumbled, making her eyes widen. She immediately pressed her palm against his forehead and discovered that he was burning up. Chills... Fever... Those are the severe symptoms of an infected wound, with the infection having spread beyond the wound site.

As panic began to settle in, she threw another question at him, "Are you feeling nauseous?"

He shook his head, but that did nothing to alleviate her stress. Letting out a distressed sigh, she allowed her head to fall on his shoulder.

"Why... Why choose this obvious path to death instead of choosing to live...?" she whispered, feeling her eyes burn with tears, "I can't... I don't want to lose you..."

Lightning flashed in the sky. For some reason, it looked brighter than before... (Y/n) jolted when the thunderous symphony shook the earth, and when she directed her gaze to the cave's entrance, there was a crackling, purple Vision. She stared at the glowing Vision, her jaw going slightly slack. She could hardly believe her eyes; was she really experiencing the pivotal moment of receiving a Vision?

But why Electro?

Was it because she's different? Or... was it because her beliefs have been shaken?

Rising to her feet, she left Kazuha's side and cautiously reached for the Electro Vision. The moment her fingertip touched it, a series of moving images flashed through her mind.

The villainess standing before Tenshukaku, challenging the Raiden Shogun to a duel.

The defeated villainess kneeling before the Raiden Shogun, desperately reaching out for the Hydro Vision being taken from her.

A distressed Sara standing in front of a frowning Yae Miko, clutching an empty Vision in her hand.

With a loud gasp, (y/n) stumbled backwards, holding the Electro Vision against her chest whilst heaving.

What did she just witness?

The more she tried to make sense of the visions, the crazier they seemed to her. What she witnessed was clearly during the time of the Vision Hunt Decree, which was still months away... She closed her eyes briefly. She'll think about those strange visions later and focus on getting herself out of her plight. When she returned to where Kazuha was resting, he suddenly grabbed her hips before pulling her against him. She squeaked in surprise and soon realised that he was searching for warmth. Biting her bottom lip, she pushed her embarrassment aside and hesitantly untied her obi. She then loosened her kimono, sliding her arms out of the sleeves and allowing the top part to bunch around her waist. Kazuha instinctively buried his face in her chest, mumbling about how warm it was.

Sighing, (y/n) brought her arms around his head and carded her fingers through his tresses, hoping that he'd remember none of this later.

The following morning, (y/n) decided to go to the Grand Narukami Shrine. Objectively speaking, it was the best place to hide as it's a sacred place, and the shrine maidens serving there are more likely to help them, especially since Kazuha's wounded. After redressing herself, she made sure that Kazuha was well enough to move around before beginning their arduous trek to the peak of Mt. Yougou.

Every step she took up the stairs felt heavy, as if there were lead weights attached to her limbs. Having not eaten or rested properly since yesterday, (y/n) was surprised that she's able to last this long. The morning sun beat down on her from above, causing beads of sweat to dot her forehead; even when she's on the verge of collapsing, she did not succumb to her exhaustion until they both reached the torii lining the path up to the shrine. As the world around her spun, she finally collapsed on the ground with Kazuha.

Ears picking up on the odd sound below, Shinobu peered over the edge of the mountain peak, her sharp purple hues scanning the area for the source. Itto, noticing her abrupt behaviour, sauntered over to see what she was looking at.

"What are you tryna find?" he asked, an eyebrow quirking quizzically.

"I heard something," she replied, gaze finally locking on a mop of (h/c) hair, "Is that..." Eyes widening in alarm, she immediately jumped down a level, surprising the oni, and was shocked to find two wounded people. "Hey, call for a shrine maiden and get down here! These two need medical attention immediately!"

"Wh-what? Okay, gimme a minute-!" Itto didn't know what was happening, but he trusted Shinobu enough to immediately act upon her instructions. After calling over the first shrine maiden he found, he rushed down to where Shinobu was with her in tow.

"L-Lady Guuji!" Shinobu exclaimed, having not expected him to bring the head shrine maiden here.

Yae Miko let out a dramatic sigh. "This better be an actual emergency-" She suddenly faltered, her eyes widening when they landed on (y/n). "... Impossible."

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏𝟒

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quimichi · 7 months ago

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-ˏˋ . . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ CRUSH HDCS ࿐ྂ Pt. 1.....

WARNING: × pure fluff in my opinion

SUMMARY: just some idiots with a crush...you :)

CHARACTERS: Aether, Albedo, Al-haitham, Amber, Arlecchino, Ayaka, Ayato & Baizhu x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.537

AETHER

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Paimon is so done with his constant ranting and crying about you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 She had to stop herself from telling you so often like "Just PLEASE date him already" because she couldn't just fall into her besties back like that

ᯓᡣ𐭩 you would think he doesn't really like you cause he's all quite. Wrong, he actually jusz tries to cope with his rising heat and nervousness around you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 did he once tell you that you smell nice even tho you were sweating lile a sinner in church? Yes

ᯓᡣ𐭩 did he also tell you that you look a bit different and like you haven't slept good after a haircut?...yes

ᯓᡣ𐭩 listen, he was concerned for you-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 everything was so embarrassing for him he thought you hate him now--- well, you didn't. Its hard not to find this weird and awkward ball of sunshine nice

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he also helps you out a lot, no matter whats the issue he's ready to help. And Paimon is the third wheel

ᯓᡣ𐭩 sometimes when he's nervous and talks to you he like suddenly needs to swallow down spit cause it gets stuck in his throat?? Idk how to explain it but i have this issue lol and its so hard to cover up the swallowing cause then people know youre nervous-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 literally once walked into a wall because he was looking at you. Luckily no one saw...except Paimon--she won't let him forget that ever

ᯓᡣ𐭩 speaking of Paimon, bro literally asked her for advice, and she was useful? Hey, look. Shes more than just emergency food-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she was like, "If you truly love someone, you cook them something good! Love goes through the stomach!"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 and thats why he desperately cooks for you every day---just put Paimon out of her misery and kiss him already

ALBEDO

ᯓᡣ𐭩 has no idea how and why it happened but he won't complain, you are pretty so-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 kinda takes it as an opportunity to study love a bit lol. Its not like he's dumb, far from that, he knows what hes feeling and why he feels attracted to you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 but somehow he can't tell you, words fail him to explain why although he knows

ᯓᡣ𐭩 is confused and is irritated lol

ᯓᡣ𐭩 did tell Succrose about it and my girl can hardly keep secrets-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 oh and like around a week after he noticed his crush on you he confessed

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he's pretty blunt and honest, straightforward if you will.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 there's honestly not much to say, he knows he likes you, also probably knows it's mutual, logic conclusion would be that he confesses so you two can consider a relationship after some time

ᯓᡣ𐭩 easy??? Like what's not to get???

AL-HAITHAM

ᯓᡣ𐭩 the strongest feeling he ever had for someone else was a book character-and that's also pretty rare cause he doesn't read fiction he only reads facts-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 treats you normally with a sprinkle of kindness

ᯓᡣ𐭩 you don't notice, no one would notice. Good for Al-Haitham cause ew what if people realize hes just a regular human being?? Can't have that

ᯓᡣ𐭩 would tell you to take breaks and eat an apple or other fruits in those breaks so you can concentrate better afterwards. Oh and take a breath of fresh air

ᯓᡣ𐭩 keeps the bitch face on. Only drops it when you're not looking.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 finds it incredibly cute when you play with your hair or bite your lip. Your concentration is adorable...

ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you read like him, he would consider reading one of your favorite books, even if it's stupid and not his thing at all. He wants a good reason to talk to you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 has no idea how to get out of the "I'm so fucking cool" bs to actually get closer to you without seeming cringe or needy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 feelings aren't his thing but hey, he trys. Just pay more attention and maybe you make it easier for him by doing the first step

AMBER

ᯓᡣ𐭩 nah cause she's so honest about it-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 probably all Mondstadt and their granny's know that Amber has a crush on you, except for you....dumbass

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she always asks you if you wanna join her on god knows what adventures

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she also always packs lunch for you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 like i said, she is pretty vocal about it and shows it quite well that she has an interest in you....and youre just brushing it off as kindness

ᯓᡣ𐭩 always ready to help! And she doesn't even need a thank you. Helping you is enough to make her happy, seeing your relieved is all she needs.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 gifts you flowers on a regular basis because they're just as pretty as you ♡

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she's so straightforward about her crush on you it's insane. People think she's dating you already, well wrong--

ᯓᡣ𐭩 big talk and actions but when it comes to beinh very vocal about her feelings she shuts down-she would stutter and blush not knowing what to say-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 like, pls stop being so oblivious to her attempts and just tell her you like her--then she'll confess too!

ARLECCHINO

ᯓᡣ𐭩 look, she's a busy woman (father), she doesn't have time for stupid crushes. She'll either tell you immediately once she figured it out, or just waits till the feelings disappear over time.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 why? If she is uncertain that this would work out with a fatui harbinger, then she wouldn't confess at all. You won't notice a thing.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 but if she does feel like it could work out, maybe not immediately because you need time...and yeah maybe she needs to know a 100% too, she would court you (??)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 presenting you the finest things from all nations. Also giving you ifts from your home region cause...well maybe you miss it? And if you're from Fontaine she gives you only the most expensive shit hidden from all normal ordinary people-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she sneaks her way in your heart ngl-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 and if she ever sees you with one of the things she gave you, she would make sure others know. Who knows who might have an interest in you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 would also make some space in her schedule just for you. Lets you know too. No, not to make you feel bad, nahhh. She wants you to know how important you are to her.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 and that she will always have time for you no matter what.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 she's kinda advertising herself. "Look, I'm the baddest bitch around."

AYAKA

ᯓᡣ𐭩 also makes space in her very busy schedule just for you. And if she can't find the time so you both can be alone, she takes you with her to her appointments and everything.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 wants her brothers 'ok' for it all. She wouldn't feel quite comfy if Ayato wouldn't like you. Thomas opinion is also very important to her.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 if she every plays this weird cooking game with you, she trys to make it tame. She doesn't want you too disgusted or near throwing up cause then she'd feel bad

ᯓᡣ𐭩 and also trys cooking for you normally. She trys ok, she's getting better and better. Takes this as an excuse to cook your favorite meals.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 dances with you! She's shy about it but she does. Ayaka teaches you her favorite dances and moves, and would get quite close to you by doing this...plus for her

ᯓᡣ𐭩 but besides this she's very shy about her crush on you and won't admit it very fast. Even after months she wouldn't dare say a word about it to you or hint anything to drastic.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 tbh, it has to be you who would need to make the first step lol

AYATO

ᯓᡣ𐭩 very obvious...I mean...he gives you flowers, jewelry, new clothes. He takes you to events or dinners, important meetings. Lets you stay in the Kamisato estate for free. Bitch you even have your own room??

ᯓᡣ𐭩 ITS SO OBVIOUS

ᯓᡣ𐭩 i can't tell you more, except, just...just talk with him about it. Confront him and say, "yes" that's all he wants to hear from you.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 and see you happy ofc

BAIZHU

ᯓᡣ𐭩 if Chansheng can keep her mouth shut he wouldn't tell you at all. Or at least not so fast.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 if you know, you know. Baizhus story is...something. i won't spoiler tho

ᯓᡣ𐭩 because of that he needs to be very sure about it all. He can't just jump into something that might not work out at all or have no future in the beginning.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he would show his interest with nice little gestures. Giving you medicine for free, helping your loved ones when sick also for free, smiling just a bit more at you or teaching you about herbs and all.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 he's very gentle with you, scared he might break you. In truth it's actually him who would break--

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Qiqi would notice, she's a smart girl ofc she would. Yeah she knew you two were a thing before you two knew lol

ᯓᡣ𐭩 oh yeah and Changsheng blew it all-

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Your hands wouldn't shake so much if you wouldn't love her"

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xxspringmelodyxx · 6 months ago

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𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝑀𝑒~

𝑨𝒚𝒂𝒕𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒐 𝒙 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 (𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕)

⊱ 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔! 𝑾𝒆'𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒕. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒚𝒂𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚, 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏. 𝑵𝒐𝒘, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆. 𝑬𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚! ⊰ 𝒘𝒄: 3.7𝒌

✩⁺₊✩☽⋆Warnings: Swearing, angst, sad, sad, sad⋆☾✩⁺₊✩

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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I looked ahead, forcing a smile as I prepared to meet the woman who had captured Ayato’s heart. As I continued towards Ayato's place, my steps grew heavier, each one a painful reminder of what I was about to face. The air seemed thicker, my breath shallow as if my lungs couldn’t expand fully. Suddenly, I stopped in my tracks, my heart feeling as if it had been ripped apart.

From a distance, I saw the man I deeply loved kissing another woman. Not just any woman, but the renowned Kanaka. She is the heir to a powerful merchant family known for their extensive trade networks and influence in high society. She manages the family business with an iron fist, excelling in negotiations and strategic alliances. Every aspect of her life seemed to be polished and perfected, making her appear as the ideal partner for him.

My chest tightened as they gazed lovingly at each other. The world around me blurred, the vibrant summer day turning dull and lifeless. I wanted to be angry at her, to hate everything about her—but I couldn’t. It wasn’t her fault Ayato fell for her. To him, I was just a childhood friend, nothing more.

Besides, Kanaka was a high-class, elegant woman with a sharp intellect and a commanding presence. She exuded grace and sophistication, always dressed in luxurious attire that reflected her prestigious background. She spoke with a confidence that demanded attention, her every move calculated to perfection. Again, perfect for someone like Ayato.

When I finally reached them, Ayato’s eyes lit up and he instantly came to greet me. “Y/N, you made it. I hope the walk wasn’t too much,” he said, his voice a soothing melody that always managed to calm my nerves. I chuckled, trying to hide the ache in my heart. Truthfully, it was a long walk—almost ten miles from where I was. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. Though, meeting halfway next time would be nice,” I replied, making him laugh.

“I apologize for making you walk all this way. I thought it would be a good time for you to meet my girlfriend since she’s in the city. You never know when she’ll be off on another business meeting,” he said, wrapping his arm around Kanaka. She smiled sweetly at Ayato, placing her hand on his chest, her fingers lightly tracing circles as if she owned him.

I shifted uncomfortably, the tension in the air thickening. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Kanaka. How long have you known Ayato?” I asked, trying to make small talk. Before she answered, I thought I saw a slight glare, but maybe it was just in my head. “Oh, we’ve known each other for about a year, but we’ve been together for almost six months,” she responded, her voice smooth and unwavering. I nodded, forcing a smile.

“Well, you’re very lucky, and Ayato is too. He’s dating the legendary Kanaka we’ve all heard about,” I said, praising her. She smiled, moving closer to Ayato. “Yes, we’re both very lucky. I’m glad I got my hands on him before anyone else could,” she said, eyeing me up and down, her gaze piercing through my facade.

An awkward silence followed, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily between us. “Well then, I’m a bit thirsty. Shall we have some tea? I’ll ask Thoma to make it,” Ayato said, making my eyes light up. It would be nice to see Thoma again. It’s been a while since we last talked. Plus, it would distract me from the current situation. “I would love that,” I said, making Ayato smile. “Great, you two get to know each other while I help Thoma with the tea,” he said, walking away into his home.

I looked at Kanaka with a smile, trying to be friendly. “So, Kanaka, what brought you back he—” “Cut the small talk. You don’t need to pretend to be friends with me,” she said, catching me off guard. Her voice was sharp, each word laced with underlying hostility. “What?” I asked, hoping I misheard.

“I know how you feel about Ayato. I know about your silly love for him, but I want you away from him. I don’t want to see you near him after today, understood?” she said, making my frustration grow. “Listen, I’ve been best friends with Ayato since we were kids. You don’t get to tell me what I can and can’t do with him. Besides, I don’t think he’d like the way you’re talking to me.”

“Oh, you won’t tell him,” she said confidently, her smirk widening. “And why not? Enlighten me,” I said, my anger rising. “Because if you do, this…” she said, holding up a necklace that was very important to me. It was my mother's. She gave it to me before she passed away. My breath caught in my throat. “How did you—” “I found it on Ayato's desk. He told me it was yours and that you accidentally left it when you last visited.” “You wouldn’t dare—” “Oh, but I would. Having you around Ayato makes it difficult for me to accomplish my mission,” Kanaka said with a sly smile. “What mission? What are you planning?” I demanded, confusion and anger boiling within me.

She smirked, circling me like a predator, her eyes never leaving mine. “Ayato is a wealthy man, and his money allows me to do as I please. His high status will elevate my position even further. I can access places and influence decisions that were previously out of reach,” she explained, her tone dripping with ambition. “So you’re just using him for his money and status? But you already have wealth and influence!” I exclaimed, baffled by her greed.

“True, but Ayato’s connections and the additional power I gain through him can open doors even my family’s influence cannot. It’s not just about wealth, it’s about absolute control and domination. I want to be untouchable,” she replied, her eyes gleaming with a cold, ruthless determination. “You're terrible! Wait until I—” “Until you what? Tell him everything I just told you? Why would you do that when you know the only thing left from your mother is in danger of being destroyed?” she taunted, holding up the precious necklace.

I fell silent, my mind racing to find a way to stop her. Instinctively, I lunged at her to grab my necklace. She swiftly tripped me, sending me to the ground. Pain shot through my knees, but I got back up and punched her, desperate to make her let go. We struggled fiercely, yanking on the necklace. “Give it back, you crazy bitch!” I yelled, my voice filled with rage and desperation.

Suddenly, a voice I dreaded hearing rang out. “What is going on here?!” Ayato yelled. We both looked up at him. Kanaka pushed me off her and ran to Ayato, crying fake tears. “Ayato, my love. I was just trying to talk, but she attacked me,” she said, showing him her black eye. “Are you kidding me? Ayato, she’s lying! She’s using you for your wealth. She even threatened to destroy something very important to me so that I wouldn’t tell you!” I retorted. He glared at me, confused and hurt. “How could you hurt her, Y/N? She was just trying to talk to you!” he raised his voice. “Ayato, you can’t seriously believe her—”

“I believe every word. Why would she lie to me?” he said naively. I stared in disbelief. “Ayato, I—” “Enough! You’ve done enough. I thought you’d be happy for me finding someone who loves me. Someone I truly love. But I guess not,” he said with disappointment. “I think it’s best if you leave,” he said, turning away and tending to Kanaka. I looked at her and saw her smirking at me while Ayato hugged her. “Fine.” I said, turning away. “And don’t worry, you won’t hear from me again,” I muttered. Kanaka smirked as she watched me leave, happy to have rid herself of me. “Come on, love. Let’s get you some ice,” Ayato cooed at Kanaka.

Thoma saw everything, shocked at Ayato’s outburst. How could he not believe you? You’ve known each other for years, yet he trusts the girl he’s only known for a year?

He followed me to a small park, watching as I collapsed to the ground, my knees pulled to my chest. He knew he needed to help, and so he ran up to me. Placing his hand on my shoulder, he made me look up at him. “Thoma…What are you doing here?” I asked, my tear-stained face breaking his heart. He knelt beside me, his presence a comforting anchor. “Y/N…” was all he said, understanding what had really happened. My eyes filled with tears again as I hugged him. He hugged me tightly, offering solace in the midst of my heartbreak.

“He didn’t believe me…after all these years…” I sobbed, the weight of betrayal heavy on my heart. Thoma rubbed my back, pained by my distress. “I know…I don’t understand what went through his head. But I want you to know that I believe you,” he said, making me look up. “You do? Why?” I asked, seeking reassurance. “

Because I trust you. Plus, I remember you crying over a dead butterfly because you accidentally stepped on it. I knew then it was almost impossible for you to hurt someone unless they deserved it,” he said, emitting a half-hearted laugh from me. “That butterfly probably had a family!” I retorted, seeing Thoma smile. “There's that smile.” He said happily, sitting down beside me. We watched the sky, admiring its beauty in silence. That was until Thoma decided to ask me a question.

“May I ask…why did you punch Kanaka?” I sighed, my body deflating, “It was because she stole something from me,” I admitted. He looked at me, encouraging me to continue. “She took my necklace…the one my mother gave me before she…you know.”

“What?! Why did she have that in the first place?” he asked, his voice tinged with anger. “I accidentally left it on Ayato’s desk last time I was here. Now she’s threatening to destroy it if I get close to Ayato. I can’t even see him anymore,” I explained, my voice trembling. Thoma, usually calm, looked visibly angry. He cared deeply about those close to him and couldn’t stand seeing them hurt or threatened. He stood up, ready to march back.

“Where are you going?” I asked. “I’m going to settle this once and for all. You don’t deserve this, especially after all you’ve done for Ayato,” he said firmly. I quickly ran up to him. “No! Stop, Thoma!” I said, pushing him down. “Y/N, let me go teach Ayato and that woman a lesson,” he said, surprising me with his anger. “No! If you do, she’ll destroy the only thing I have left of my mother,” I pleaded, my voice breaking.

“Please, Thoma. She’s already taken Ayato from me…don’t let her take the other thing I love,” I begged, making him frown. “Fine. But only because I hate seeing you hurt. But if she does anything else to you, it’s game over,” he warned. “When did you become so fierce?” I asked with a small smile. “When someone I care about is being threatened,” he said, making me smile.

We both got up and dusted ourselves off. “Well, no matter what Ayato says, I still want to see you. It would be boring if I didn’t. I’ll even teach you some of my cooking tricks…and maybe how to make my amazing tea,” he said, making my eyes light up. “Really?”

“Of course! It’s about time you learned,” he said, making me smile. “I would love that! But I’ll only go there for you. I can’t be anywhere near Ayato or that necklace is gone. In the meantime, I have to figure out how to get it back,” I said, making him nod.

“Well, I better head back. Meet me whenever you’re ready. But make sure it’s soon. I don’t want to worry about whether you’re coming if you take too long,” he joked, making me smile. “Don’t worry, I’ll be there soon. For now, I’m going home to figure some things out. Talk to you later, Thoma.” “Bye, Y/n. I’ll see you soon!” he replied, watching me disappear.

A few months passed, and Ayato found himself desperately missing you. After the argument, the void your absence created quickly became evident to him. Almost a week after the incident, he spotted you approaching. Ready to greet you with a warm hug, his confusion grew when you walked past him without so much as a glance. Initially, he thought you were simply in a hurry, but it became clear this wasn’t the case when it happened every time you visited. What stung the most was seeing you always heading to Thoma. He watched as you and Thoma laughed and smiled together, a sight that fueled his jealousy.

Ayato made several attempts to talk to you, but each one was met with curt replies. “Hey Y/N, how are you?” he asked, hoping to start a conversation. “Fine,” you said, quickly walking away. “Are you doing anything today?” he inquired. “Busy helping Thoma.” “Wanna go for a walk?” “Not now.” No matter what he tried, you remained distant, and each rejection tightened the ache in his chest. Months had passed, and it was like this every time you visited. It was driving him insane.

Today was no different. He sat with Kanaka, his eyes fixed on you as you happily chatted with Thoma, your smile brighter than the sun. Why were you acting this way? Was it because of the argument? Kanaka was talking beside him, but Ayato’s focus was entirely on you. He watched closely, his jealousy spiking every time Thoma hugged you, whispered in your ear, or laughed with you. But why did he feel this way? You were single, and he had Kanaka. He shouldn’t be acting like this. Then why did sadness and jealousy twist in his heart every time he saw you with Thoma? He had Kanaka…that should be enough, right?

Ayato’s eyes widened as a familiar, yet long-suppressed, feeling began to stir within him–his feelings for you were resurfacing. He had convinced himself that those emotions were buried deep, rendered inert by time and circumstance. But as he glanced at Kanaka, who was engrossed in her conversation about commissions, his gaze inevitably drifted back to you.

He couldn’t help but notice the brightness of your smile, the sparkle in your eyes as you talked to Thoma. It struck him how much he missed the way you used to look at him like that, how much he longed to hear your voice again. Lost in his thoughts, he unknowingly tightened his grip on his tea glass until it shattered, the sharp sound jolting everyone around. In that moment, his eyes met yours. He saw your beautiful eyes, but the brief relief he felt quickly dissipated as he noticed the light in them had faded, replaced by a profound sadness.

“My dear! Are you alright?” Kanaka asked, but he remained silent. The two of you stared at each other, waiting for someone to break the silence. Unfortunately, it was you who looked away first. He heard Kanaka grumble when she saw the two of you staring at each other.

Odd.

Suddenly, Ayato saw you stand up and thank Thoma. As you turned to leave, something inside him snapped. He couldn’t let you walk away again. Not this time. “Y/N!” he called out, his voice louder than he intended. You stopped but didn’t turn towards him. “Why don’t you come here and join me for some tea? I know it’s your favorite,” he said, a hint of desperation in his tone. “No thanks. I’ve got to go—”

“Yeah, besides, you don’t need her, darling. You can talk to me,” Kanaka interrupted, causing you to glare at her.

“Y/N, please—” “I said no. I’m leaving. Goodbye, Thoma.”

That’s when Ayato’s frustration boiled over. “Thoma this, Thoma that. Hello, Thoma! Goodbye, Thoma! I’m sick of you saying his name! What about me?” he shouted, his voice thick with frustration and hurt. You wrapped your arms around yourself, feeling the sting of his words. The truth was, this hurt you as much as it hurt him. You desperately wanted to make amends with the man you loved…but he chose her over you. And you couldn’t risk losing your necklace, not after losing the most important thing in your life.

“Oh, now you’re not gonna speak to me again? Great. Go ahead, ignore me then. I’ve never seen you act this way before, and quite frankly, I don’t care for it,” Ayato said, his frustration pushing you over the edge. You turned around, eyes blazing with anger. “You don’t get to speak to me like a child! Not after how you treated me during our fight!” you yelled back. “You’re still on about that? That was months ago! Get over it!” he shouted.

“Get over it? How am I supposed to just get over someone who I thought was my best friend—no, the love of my life—believe some girl he barely knows over me! You know the girl who has always been there for you since day one!” you shouted, not realizing you had just confessed to him. His eyes widened at your words. You… loved him? Suddenly, he felt his heart flutter in ways Kanaka never could make it. Kanaka looked furious.

You continued, “Ever since the incident with your parents, I’ve been there for you. I made sure you had someone to sleep next to when you were afraid, I lent you my shoulder to cry on when you needed it, I gave up my happiness for you so you could be happy with this… woman you call your girlfriend!”

“Y/N…” he started, but you cut him off. “But even after all that, it still wasn’t enough for you. I will never be enough for you. I can’t compete with her beauty, her knowledge, her strength—everything! She will always have the upper hand.” Did you really think you were nothing compared to Kanaka? Oh how wrong you were. In his mind, no one could compare to you. Everything about you was unique and special to him.

“Y/N, you’ve got it all wrong—”

“But one thing is for sure. I have more love for you than she ever will. And if you think I enjoy ignoring you, then you don’t know me at all because I’ve been dreading it!” “Then why are you doing it?” he asked, desperate for an answer. “Tell me why!” “Because you chose her over me! And if I get close to you, that necklace she has will be destroyed! I already lost you; I can’t lose that too!” you yelled, making him look down at Kanaka.

For the first time, he saw the malice in her eyes. She grabbed the necklace and held it high. “No! Stop!” you cried, trying to run towards her. “Ah, ah, ah! One more step and this is gone!” she shouted. “You will walk away, and once you’re gone, I’ll send it to you. But I don’t want you around Ayato anymore. Is that clear?” she demanded, making Ayato furious. “Now wait just a second. Y/N will not—”

“Fine,” you interrupted, making him look at you in disbelief. “If I leave Ayato for good, you promise to give me the necklace back?” you asked. “You can’t be serious, Y/N. You’d leave me just for your necklace?” he asked, heartbroken. “I have no other choice. You made your decision; now I have to deal with the consequences,” you replied, your voice cold. “Y/N, stop. I don’t like hearing you say that—”

“I don’t care, Ayato. We’re done. It’s over. When you chose her over me, all my feelings for you vanished,” you lied. “You don’t mean that—” “Oh, I mean every word,” you said, glaring at Kanaka. “I’m leaving. That necklace better be at my place within a week,” you demanded, turning to leave. Kanaka smirked and let go of the necklace, letting it fall.

Ayato, Thoma, and you watched as it fell. Ayato suddenly pushed Kanaka away and ran towards it, but it was too late. The delicate necklace shattered on the hard floor. You cried out, scrambling to gather the pieces, tears streaming down your face. “Guards! Seize this woman!” Ayato yelled. A group of large men grabbed Kanaka.

“What!? You can’t do this! I am Kanaka!” she screamed, but they ignored her and threw her out of Ayato’s home. He looked down at your broken figure, his heart aching. He knew how important that necklace was to you, and it was his fault it broke. He heard you sniffle and tried to kneel down to help, but you pushed him away with hatred in your eyes. “Go away! Just get away from me! I don’t want to be around you, and I don’t want your help! You’ve done enough damage!” you yelled, your voice breaking.

“Y/N, I just—”

“No! Stop talking!” you screamed, rising to your feet, the broken pieces still in your hand. You started to walk out. Ayato felt tears well up in his eyes. “Y/N! Come back—”

“I never want to see you again! It would be best if you just disappeared from my life,” you said, slamming the gate shut as you left. Ayato’s tears fell as he knelt to the ground, a severe pain in his heart. “Y/N…I-I’m so sorry…” he whispered, realizing he had lost the true love of his life.

┗━━━━━━⊱ 𝑷𝒕. 𝑰𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏 <3333 ⊰━━━━━━┛

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pearlywritings · 1 year ago

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In father's embrace

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

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

tw: fluff, established relationship, mentions of pregnancy

word count: 7.2k words

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

Ayato

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Princess, where is your brother?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thoma

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

PAPA IS THE VERY BEST

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

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

Alhaitham and Kaveh

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

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

Alhaitham

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Look, that’s the Scribe’s wife!”

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

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

“And I have questions why mine was declined!”

“I need his signature on my thesis papers!”

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

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

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

“You can’t be so cruel!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kaveh

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Daaaaaaaad!"

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

"But mama says I am pretty like you."

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

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

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

"Alright then, let me escort you downstairs."

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

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

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

He should take you on a date later this week.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I love you too.”

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

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

Tighnari

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Four tails move a little, kids clearly delighted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, daddy…"

"Yeah.."

"Mhm…"

"Sure, dad…"

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

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-AVENOIR Featuring Ayato

Meaning: The desire that memory could flow backward

Word Count: 2.26k~

Description: Your marriage to Ayato is wonderful. There’s only one thing missing; children. But Ayato thinks he could fix that

Edited By: @pretty-princess-peach

You had been in town with Ayato for only half an hour now, and your husband had already, as always, taken every opportunity he could find to spend money on you. You mention that a certain snack looks good? Suddenly, you’re eating it. You mention that a necklace looks pretty? Now it’s packaged up in your hands. You look at a book too long? Now you’re holding that as well.

However, the most inconvenient gift you would receive was whenever you would stare at someone’s kimono with a certain look in your eyes, and before you knew it, you were standing outside of Ogura textiles and kimonos looking for the fabric you had noticed or whatever style you had liked.

Ayato wasn’t always the best with words, especially in public. He maintained his position as the yashiro commissioner to a fault, and he could be just a little bit…reserved. He still expressed his affection for you as best he could, of course. However, that was mainly with many gifts and little affectionate touches, rather than with mushy phrases.

The very first time Ayato had told you that he loved you, it was frankly magical. The two of you had been having a simple dinner at his home, and he had spent almost the entire meal just watching you and contemplating whether or not he should say it. Eventually, you had asked why he hadn’t touched his food yet, and he assured you he was just fine and simply had something on his mind. Naturally, you were curious, so you asked him, hoping to be helpful in whatever way you could. However, when he said the words, “I was just thinking about how much I love you,” with a calm smile and no hint of self doubt, you felt as though you were about to burst with joy. You had been confident that you were in love with him for some time now, but not wanting to scare him off, you had kept it to yourself. You had almost expected that, with the way he was, he might never say it. But clearly, you were quite incorrect. You had immediately closed the distance between the two of you, maneuvering around the table and into his lap the second you recovered from the shock and amazement. He was initially unsure of what to do because he was never very physically affectionate in any remotely public place; however, this time, he got over his discomfort in record time due to the joy he felt from hearing you repeat over and over how you loved him too.

The next time Ayato had shocked you with his lovely words was when he had proposed to you. In all honesty, it was more the proposal that was a shock more than the lovely words but you couldn’t exactly say you were expecting to hear him tell you just how much he loves you in a place as public as the festival that has been being held on Amakane island. Granted, the two of you were alone at the tip of the island under the beautiful sakura tree and mostly away from the crowd, but the second people saw Kamisato Ayato down on one knee they began to gather around. However, that hadn’t stopped him. He had delivered a beautiful little speech and presented you with the most beautiful ring you had ever seen.

Not long after he had proposed, the two of you had gotten married. The ceremony was quite grand and certainly befitting of the yashiro commissioner. You had always been somewhat shy, so being the center of such a huge event was quite difficult to handle. Although, thankfully for you, Ayato had been there for you through it all. When you had forgotten what came next in your vows, he had mouthed the words for you, and when you had started getting scared when you entered the reception and everyone had begun crowding around you, he had immediately made up some excuse as to why he needed to be with his wife alone for a moment, just to give you some space. You loved him with your whole being, and he loved you with all of his.

The two of you made your way to the Kamisato estate. However, the second you stepped past the gate, you were attacked by three little kids who seemed intent on getting the two of you to play with them. Thoma ran out after the kids, clearly trying to wrangle them but failing miserably.

As it turned out, Ayato and Ayaka’s aunt and uncle had come by to visit, bringing their three young children. Their uncle was Ayato’s Mother’s much younger brother, so naturally, their cousins would be younger than them. You had assumed that when Ayato had talked to you about his family, but you didn’t expect them to be this much younger. However, you took it all in stride. You handed the gifts your husband had bought you to Thoma and offered to watch the three kids for a little bit while he got things sorted for the Kamisatos to visit.

You enjoyed playing with the kids, and they seemed to absolutely adore you. You chased them around the best that you could, considering the kimono that you were wearing. You told them stories, and you even braided the girl’s hair while her two brothers pretended to sword fight with sticks.

Ayato felt something stir within him as he watched you play with the kids. He had always been confident that you would make an excellent mother, and having kids was something you both were excited about. However, the timing just never seemed right. But how about now? He couldn’t think of any reason not to. Ayato couldn’t help but allow his mind to stay captive to that thought while he went about the remainder of his day.

That night after the visiting was over and dinner had been eaten, you and your husband were headed back to your shared room for the night. Both of you had drunk a little too much at dinner, encouraged by your husband's aunt and uncle, and you were now holding tightly onto Ayato’s arm as you stumbled down the hall. Ayato was definitely handling his spirits better than you, but you could tell by his flushed face and slightly slurred speech that he was affected by it as well.

At your husband’s insistence, you did your best to go through your nighttime routine, but the both of you were a little… distracted. You had semi-successfully washed your face and were now staring down the prospect of taking off your kimono. Ayato walked out of the bathroom, and you were immediately distracted by the half naked man approaching you. You couldn’t help but run your eyes over his toned body, and you had to fight the urge to walk over to him and run your tongue up his abs.

Suddenly(Read: not so suddenly) he was in front of you, lightly tapping a fist on your forehead.

“Knock, knock, anyone home?”

You smiled and looked up at him.

“Hmm?”

He let out an airy laugh and returned your smile.

“I said, ‘Do you want help taking that off?’”

You took a moment to process his words before nodding. He untied your obi and undid your other belts before sliding the fabric off of you. He took a moment to stare at your body as you adjusted to the cold air.

You both simply gazed at each other’s bodies until Ayato leaned down, rested his hands on your hips, and kissed you. It started out slow and soft, but it only grew increasingly more passionate as the seconds passed. He pulled away from the kiss.

“Get on the bed.”

His voice was commanding and low. So, naturally, you giggled and jumped onto the bed, maneuvering to lay on your back. Ayato climbed over top of you and joined your lips once again. As you kissed, he sat you up slightly so he could toss your bra somewhere else in the room and finally feel your tits. He continued to kiss you as he let his hands wander. Naturally, you did the same. You ran your fingers down his abs and the muscles flexing in his back.

Ayato broke the kiss once again, kissing down your neck and making his way to close his lips around your nipple as he used his hand to play with the other. He drew squeaks and moans from you, alternating his attention and using his tongue oh so deliciously.

From there, he kissed slowly down your stomach until he was running his tongue up your slit. When you felt his tongue on you, you couldn’t stop your hands from finding purchase in his perfect hair. Ayato moaned at the feeling of you pulling at his hair, and you felt like you would simply melt at any given moment. Everything felt so delicious, especially with the state you were in.

Your husband began to slowly push two of his lithe fingers inside of you. He pumped them in and out as he continued to play with your clit. You felt like you were in heaven with how perfect everything was, just you and your dear husband being drunk and in love.

Everything was beginning to overwhelm you, and you felt an orgasm beginning to build inside of you.

“Ayato, ‘m gonna cum!”

Wordlessly, Ayato continued his ministrations until finally you were tipping over the edge. You came with a high pitched moan, desperately gripping your husband’s hair. He gently carried you through your orgasm until you were beginning to whine from overstimulation.

Finally, he relented and sat back on his knees, licking his lips before wiping off his face with the back of his hand, making you blush and let out a drunken giggle as you both came back down to earth.

“I wanna feel you in me…”

Ayato smiled and leaned in to plant a quick kiss on your lips. He wiggled down and stood up at the end of the bed. He maintained eye contact with you while he undid his belt and slid off his pants. You couldn’t stop the giggle that bubbled up inside of you or the smile that was stuck on your face.

Your husband climbed back over top of you, sliding his hands up the backs of your thighs and pushing them back until your knees were above your shoulders, your ankles hanging over his. He positioned himself at your entrance before beginning to slide inside of you.

“Mmm, feels so good, Ayato!”

He bottomed out inside of you before pausing for a moment to allow you to adjust to his size. After a few moments he began to thrust in and out of you. You let the sensation overtake you and moans flow from your mouth.

You felt Ayato’s fingers slide up your palms to intertwine with your own, and you held his hand tightly, wanting to be as close as possible to your husband. He connected his lips to yours, swallowing up your moans. The both of you kissed and held each other as Ayato continued to fill you up.

Ayato pulled back from the kiss, needing to take a breath. He pulled one of his hands from yours to brace it against the headboard.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so perfect.”

Ayato was doing his best to focus, but he kept finding himself being overtaken by an urge to fill you up and give you both a child. He continued to fuck in and out at an increasingly fast pace, and you were all but melting beneath him, babbling out pleases and mores. He looked into your eyes, and the love and trust he saw reflected back at him made him know for sure, now was the time.

“Do you want me to make you a mommy, baby? Hmm? Want me to fill you up with my cum?”

The thought made your mind wild. All you wanted was his cum to fill up your pretty pussy.

“Please! Wanna make you a daddy!”

With that, his mind was set. He fucked you fast and deep. He wanted this more than anything right now. You could feel yourself approaching your end with how good he was fucking you, and you pulled him in for another kiss. You both stayed connected until you were tipping over the edge and letting out a high pitched moan, uncaring if anyone else could hear you.

You clung desperately to your husband as he worked towards his own orgasm, the overstimulation almost being too much for you. But Ayato whispered gentle words of encouragement and praise to bring you through it gently enough. Finally, he was getting close. His rhythm became progressively more irregular and rushed until he was finally cumming inside of you.

Both of you stayed still for a few minutes, unmoving and silent, recovering from the experience. A giggle broke the silence when you realized what the two of you had decided.

“Are we gonna be parents?”

Your words slurred together but Ayato understood you perfectly.

“Yes, my love.”

You sighed contentedly and let your body fully relax. Ayato pulled himself out of you and got a cloth to clean you both up. He climbed into bed beside you, kissed you gently on the lips, and closed his eyes.

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