#sangonomiya kokomi x you

[santsukii]

ᯓ✿ hold your breath

ˋ°•*⁀➷ my fav hydro characters + pining for you,, sobs,,,AND YES THE NO EYE CONTACT THING IN NILOUS IS A REAL THING I USED TO DO THEATER

ˋ°•*⁀➷ kamisato ayato, sangonomiya kokomi, nilou, furina x gn! reader

°˖➴ listening to: ハルカ - yoasobi

₊˚ fluffy shit, food mentions, friends to lovers for kokomi, technically unrequited love

as the bitter cold winter melts into a pleasant spring, the head of the kamisato clan found himself falling for you. the sakura bloomed once more as they always did as the days got a little warmer, but the dreamlike weather only seemed to remind him of you nowadays. ayato always considered himself to be somewhat of a loner behind closed doors, never truly able to confide much in any one person. yet, you just turned his whole world upside down the second you became a part of it.

on his lips was the pleasant taste of milk tea, a drink that preparing seems to remind ayato of you as well. the recipe you had given him that added a few ingredients was much better anyway, or maybe it was just because it was your recipe. it’s such a simple matter, but it’s one that meant the whole world. everything from your smile to your eyes set his heart on fire. it’s certainly a sight to see the trusted head of the kamisato clan hiding his blushing face when you’re around, becoming clumsy and nervous.

rumors spread like wildfire among socialites, that much is obvious. ayato just couldn’t help but wish the things whispered about you and him were true, it’s all the same meaningless gossip anyway. the world just wouldn’t have it that way, dooming his feelings to be left unexpressed unless he got the courage to confess for himself.

you were her best friend, someone who helped shoulder the burden of the stress of running a society. the divine priestess was a mess behind closed doors, but it adds up in the best way. holding your hand until hers falls off, kokomi wished she could just tell you that she loved you. yet, she didn’t want to ruin your relationship. the poor girl is already stressed enough without the worry of tarnishing the bond you had with her.

those three words she dreaded so much were such a waste of time when said time could be spent on much more important matters. you knew the hints she had been dropping, pretending not to believe the things she said. it’s only in that way she’s feeling so down lately, but nothing seems to change.

maybe she’d confess during a quiet nighttime walk on the beach. the sound of the crashing waves gave her strength to say the dreaded three words she wished she’d never have to say to someone who might not feel the same.

she nearly froze when she saw you in the crowd during one of her performances. beneath the colorful lights and melodic tune she moved her body to, she was just a girl helplessly in love. the world just fell away when she saw you standing there, watching intently. it’s a rule for performers to not make eye contact with anyone in the crowd so as to not break immersion, but she couldn’t help but look you in the eye as her smile grew.

nilou’s heart was pounding so fast it was as if it were barely beating at all. such beautiful colors swirling around her as she danced, the performer was so infatuated with the idea of you watching her that it felt as if you were the only person in the crowd. at least to her, you were the only one who mattered.

every breath she had taken, every second of her life had led to this moment. time had brought her heart to you, and nilou wouldn’t trade it for the world. just the way you looked at her had her mesmerized, something inescapable. not that she would mind even one bit.

furina de fontaine isn’t exactly one to hide her feelings. tea parties with the former god have always been fun, but more so now that she’s free to express herself. the bittersweet taste of tea in her mouth is familiar, reminiscent of the bittersweet love she feels for you. the sun’s rays beamed through the open window, letting in a refreshingly cool breeze that cut through the warm spring air.

just like sunshine, you were always there to brighten up her day. like the desserts she found herself enjoying, you were so sweet! you reminded furina of all her favorite things, so it would be absurd for her not to love you with her entire being. the only thing that didn’t make her think of you was the bitterness of the tea she drank. sometimes she enjoyed it without anything to sweeten it, the bitterness balancing out the sweet of her desserts.

her love for you wasn’t all sweet. sometimes she finds herself wishing she could tell you how she felt, but her low self esteem prevented it. what if you didn’t feel the same? what if you only thought of her as a friend?

[heiayen]

one day, i know that you will be there kokomi & gn!reader

summary: "it was nice. you wanted to talk to her, but… something was always stopping you. maybe it was the worry of ruining this– whatever it was. you couldn’t name it, but just simply being with someone was so special to you." of late afternoon hours, libraries and friendships.

tags: platonic, modern au, reader is implied to have health issues. the experience of simply existing in the same space and forming a friendship <3 in general a rather cozy and fluffy piece of work

notes: hello. yes this is a repost because i realized this post just doesn't show up in the tags. buuut yeah this is a gift for @k4saneterritory for @astronetwrk secret santa, sorry for the double tag but tumblr is being a little ass aaand yeah <3 have a good day everyone!!

In the late afternoon hours, the busy life of the library was starting to calm down. Students were packing their schoolbooks and notebooks, finishing studying for the day. Younger kids, leaving with a bunch of books in their hands after spending the past minutes checking every single book for the one to take home, yet not being able to pick just one. An older lady holding an old, romance book, finishing her conversation with the librarian. Everything was calming down, the late sun shining through the curtains, dust visible in the sunlight, the smell of old paper filling up your senses, as you walked inside.

You walked to your usual spot, deeper inside the library and next to a window, and sat down on the plush chair. You took your books from your bag, pencils, water, and snacks to keep you awake and opened the heavy textbook, preparing yourself for your own study session.

It was your little habit, of coming here two hours before the closing time and studying till evening, in the peacefulness of the library and its comfort. That, and…

You noticed that with you, another person was coming during late hours. She was taking her spot near you, always planting different books on the small table and reading them, just like you, until closing hours. 

It felt… nice. You didn’t know each other, only by your looks, by her books and your textbooks, only by the way you two were. Always a constant in your life, always something to look forward to every day. 

She had long, pinkish hair with light blue ends that reminded you of cotton candy. She wore glasses on a chain, always dressed nicely but comfortably, and so many of her things were themed after ocean and sea life. And so were her books. 

Some of them were about life deep, deep in the waters of oceans, and some were not– those books were usually… about history. History of medicine, of military strategies, you name it. And another some were simple novels, the ones you saw your classmates read in their free time.

She seemed interesting. She seemed nice. You two never spoke.

She wasn’t big on bringing any kind of snacks, unlike you (it… was a library after all.) usually opting on just bringing water. She was already there every time you came to the library and you were always leaving before her, twenty minutes before the closing time. 

It was nice. You wanted to talk to her, but… something was always stopping you. Maybe it was the worry of ruining this– whatever it was. You couldn’t name it, but just simply being with someone was so special to you.

It continued for quite a long time. Sun started to hide behind the horizon faster, fewer people were coming and spending their time, deciding to spend it in the warmth of their houses, the warm sunlight stopped shyly peeking through the curtains, hiding behind the gray clouds, letting rain knock on the windows. It was getting darker. One thing never changed.

You and that girl. 

(Somehow, you couldn’t help but think she looked like a mermaid if she was a human. It was the hair. The ocean motif everywhere. Her clothing. Maybe your sleep deprivation and tiredness from studying. The thought made you smile every time.)

It was nice. Really nice. A little comfort in your life that you needed so badly, somehow, a reminder that things weren’t so bad as you sometimes thought. 

You would pay everything and do anything for it to never change.

(Things did. Of course they did, because nothing in life lasts forever unchanged. But they changed for the better, you liked to think.)

It was terribly cold that day, probably the coldest day in the span of the last three weeks and, well, it was understandable because winter was already coming and of course weather was getting worse, but you still absolutely hated it.

You wished for warm weather to come back. Not only you had to wear fewer layers of clothing, but you were in general feeling better about your body and health and the cold, wind, and rain that was now greeting you everytime you left the school building was not helping you. A part of you wanted to stay at home, not go to the library and study preferring the warmth of your home, but you were going either way.

And to your surprise, the spot that was usually taken by the library mermaid (as you.. called her once, barely awake and full of dumb ideas) was empty.

You stared at it, feeling a pang of disappointment in your chest. 

It was still a literal miracle that she showed up daily for the three– almost four past months, one day wasn’t a big deal. Besides, the weather was terrible, so you understood her absence. Still, it did ruin your mood a little and yet you didn’t let it stop you from studying as always. 

Your teachers were giving you so much work, that you started to, jokingly, obviously, think about dropping it all and maybe taking a year-long holiday, somewhere on a sunny beach, away from the exams and tons of assignments. 

Not that you could. But you could always dream, that wasn’t yet banned.

You unpacked your stuff and took your usual place and you started studying. You weren’t feeling well, the pain and cold, still deep inside your bones were enough to distract you. You wanted to rest for a moment– you needed a rest to gather yourself up and continue studying, but this was not the comfort of your own bed, but a library. 

Instead, you decided to snack on the sweets you bought to keep you awake and continued to study. Writing notes down was easy, all you had to do was read the text, shorten it in your head, and write it down in your notebook.

You read the text for the first time. It barely made sense. You read it again, and it still made barely sense. You took a deep breath and gave it a third try, only to still not understand any of it.

You blinked. Looked around. With no one paying attention to you, you placed your arms on the table and placed your head on them, closing your eyes. A moment of rest surely would do you well, right? Maybe it wasn’t the smartest of you to take a library nap right after trying to wake yourself up with sweets– it kinda felt like going to sleep right after drinking coffee– but you couldn’t bring yourself to care about it.

A small nap wouldn’t hurt, you thought to yourself.

A small nap meant five or ten minutes at the maximum of rest, not a good hour of sleep on the uncomfortable chair, with your head twisted and back all curved, begging for back pains later.

(There was a saying about naps, something in your head told you. You couldn’t seem to remember it at that time.)

When you finally awoke, you looked around and were greeted by a pair of blue eyes, with the smallest specks of cotton candy pink and a small, a little nervous smile.

“Excuse me, but I saw that you were sleeping and I didn’t want to leave you alone…” Her voice was soft, light, and she sounded a little shy, and– somehow very how you imagined.

Right in front of you was sitting the very girl with whom, for the past weeks, you had been sharing your late afternoon study sessions.

Her name was Kokomi, you learned. She was a high school senior, just like you. She attended history and social science class, but also took interest in marine biology. She had been using her free time in the library as a way to unwind, relax after stressful times in school, and she liked reading. She noticed you sleeping and was worried about someone taking your stuff, so she quietly sat down on the second chair and decided to wait until you woke up, in the meantime reading one of the books she brought with her. 

She was soft-spoken. You noticed that she had earrings in the shape of fins, in similar colors to her hair, with the addition of soft purples. You noticed a granola bar next to your notebook, one that you didn’t bring with you. It was hers, she said, but thought you might want something to eat. 

You didn’t study anymore that day, no.

But you did the next day, with Kokomi waving to you the moment you appeared within her sight. You asked if she would like to sit with you and it surprised her, but after a moment she said yes and you didn’t really talk, just focusing on your own things and… simply enjoying each other company.

It was weird. Maybe, no, not weird. New. Something you weren’t yet used to. You were used to sitting alone, not having anyone to talk to but not feeling lonely, knowing that someone else was here with you, busy with their own life but always here. Now the said person was next to you and you weren’t alone anymore, you had someone next to you and even though it was awkward at first, you didn’t really know how to talk– and neither it seemed like any of you wanted to talk much, actually– you… enjoyed it. 

Simply being next to each other.

With time, you started to converse. About many things, really.

It started slowly with Kokomi seeming like someone who doesn’t really want to talk while relaxing and you respected it, of course you did, but sometimes you would notice something about her, maybe about her books or maybe her beautiful, pastel and ocean-themed phone case and sometimes, you would talk. Sometimes you wouldn’t, deciding to simply sit in silence.

With time, your conversations became longer. About your studies, your interests, about the food you liked– you learned Kokomi didn’t like seafood– about your plans for tomorrow, about her own plans, about her books and her favourite novels. You enjoyed talking with her, the friendship between you blooming with each day. You enjoyed simply spending time with her when neither of you had the energy to talk.

With time, she started to bring you some healthier snacks than the ones you would bring, after noticing that your health was… well, a rather fickle thing. She started to remind you to not overwork yourself and to drink and eat, because with a tired mind, you wouldn’t learn much. 

(Those were the words of her teacher, she said.)

With time, you learned to notice when she was feeling down and needed some time to herself. You never tried to start a conversation during these times, instead opting to sit in comfortable silence and let her recharge. 

With time, you exchanged phone numbers. At first, it was just to notice the other if one of you would get late or wouldn’t be able to come at all, with the weather getting colder and the sun setting down even faster. But you also started talking more in general, sending each other things you were interested in, and even planning hangouts outside the library when you both had time, energy and the weather was nice enough.

In no way you expected to become friends with Kokomi and in no way you could ever regret it. It was a friendship you held close to your heart, in the gentle embrace of your hands.

taglist: @ryuryuryuyurboat

[sangoqueenkoko]

SANGONOMIYA KOKOMI

illuminated coral palace

Fluff

(song linked^^ feel free to listen to it. linked because of the same title)

MAIN MASTERLIST | HYDRO MASTERLIST

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Summary: Trying to keep a relationship a secret is hard enough, but what about a relationship with the Divine Priestess of Watatsumi Island? Well...

Warnings? Nope! Apart from Kokomi favouritism.

sorry for the late publishing, i have been lacking motivation, and i have recently become mentally exhausted. This has been in my drafts since January 22nd (2023). Sorry.

Contains Gorou, and my wife since 2.1, Sangonomiya Kokomi of course!

Mentions characters above, as well as Traveller and Paimon.

Being in charge of an entire island is tiring, but the thing that is more tiring is keeping a relationship hidden from the public, even the closest of people. And that was the current situation for the current Divine Priestess, Sangonomiya Kokomi.

She currently sat at her desk in her private study in the illuminated coral palace, a peaceful and calm area where all of the island's affairs were at her fingertips. But as of late, she had been working herself sick, staying up late to the early hours of the next day, you knew it was not good for her. But now, as she sat at the desk, she looked outside the window, looking down at the town below, which is surrounded by waterfalls and local wildlife. The palace stood out from the entire island, looking over everything to ensure everything was in line.

With the number of affairs to do constantly piled up for her, she did not like the amount of stress that could make her sick. The thoughts clouded her mind. But it would soon be blown away as you walked into the study with a wicker basket on your arm containing things from the market. You were happy that no one in the town suspected who you were, as you would not be able to get anywhere without people crowding you from all directions. But there was only one person who knew who you really were.

"(Y/N), you're back" Kokomi smiled as she looked up to see you walk over, she stood up, and you did a small bow, "enough with the formalities, (Y/N), you don't have to do that every time we meet" she smiled again.

"But it's only good manners," you said simply with a shrug. You do have a point, Kokomi realised, as the amount of power and status she has, the people acknowledge and honour it, “and you deserve the praise of it all.”

“Oh” she blushed lightly, looking away to the side with her hands behind her back, “don’t flatter yourself.”

After she had finished her most recent work of affairs for the island, she cleared it off her desk and put your basket on top of it, it was about lunch time and you both needed to eat. It contained both of you favourite things. But no fish. No. No. No.

But small meetings like this definitely make you two appreciate each other. Like you would talk about the smallest of things in great detail. Or deep conversations about what you like love about each other. Or how much you love each other in general.

No matter how deep those conversations may be, the moment can easily be shattered by a knock at the door and then it opened practically immediately after.

“Her Excellency?!” Gorou exclaimed as he practically came running through the doorway, “oh! (Y/N)? I-I am so sorry if I interrupted something” he said with a bow, he knew there was something going on between you and Kokomi, but not in a relationship way, “but Her Excellency, Captain of Swordfish Two has arrived for the talks.”

“Excellent” Kokomi smiled, “I will be there in a moment.” Gorou bowed before he left the room again, quietly closing the door behind him.

Your beloved turned back to you, “I’m sorry, my Sango Pearl. But my duties call, I promise we will continue when I come back.”

After she left, you both hoped that Gorou didn’t suspect a thing. Even the traveller. But the traveller may have suspected something when you were brought up in a conversation one time.

But the traveller is busy a lot of the time, why would they think about this? Or, do they think about it at all?

By the Shrine, Kokomi, Traveller and Paimon walked back to the secret base after the peace talks.

“Thank you for everything. With your help, peace has been restored on Watatsumi Island once more” Kokomi smiled, it was obvious that the days activities had taken an effect on her, she looked very tired.

“How are you energy levels?” The traveller asked as they took her current appearance into account.

“Recovering, slowly but surely... I should be raring to go before too long” she replied, “Today was a reminder that I don't cope well in situations with lots of people. I've improved, but I still get nervous when more than a handful of people are involved. I think I might get Gorou to handle the negotiations next time...”

“You did an admirable job.”

“…do you think so?”

They both nodded.

Kokomi sighed, “to be honest, I'm still a long way off what's expected of a Divine Priestess. In the past, I was concerned only with winning the war, restoring peace, and making sure everyone could live a happy life.

But I realize now that wasn't going far enough. People have all kinds of aspirations, and just as many measures of happiness.

I have a long way to go. But that's okay. If I can't make the journey in one giant leap, I'll just have to settle for taking it one small step at a time...

In short… I still have some maturing to do. Hm.. could you.. stay here on Watatsumi Island for a while longer? To keep me company until (Y/N) comes back. I’ve missed them today.” She leaned against her hand with a small smile.

She seemed happy and relieved when she thought and mentioned your name.

There is when the other two had their suspicions.

Who’s to say she wants to make you her wife/husband someday? 👀

I suggest keeping your eye out.

[enamation]

time for a throwback on the most liked posts on my account ~

whatever you do , dont think about . . ( hydro edition )

dont think about having sweets with furina , playfully rolling your eyes at her antics .

dont think about holding neuvillette as you stared at the rain outside the window , watching it calm down .

dont think about cheering for nilou the loudest , as she fails to contain her smile as she continues to twirl .

dont think about tartaglia returning home to you with a scar on his cheek , declining your offer to patch him up as he embraces you .

more utc !

dont think about going into battle with yelan , meeting her confident gaze as the attacks begin .

dont think about coming home being exhausted after a long day , your bodys energy returning as you hear barbara singing in the other room .

dont think about how candace refuses to let you give up on yourself , softly feeding you words of encouragement .

dont think about staring at yourself in the mirror as ayato helps you put on the new necklace he bought for you , complimenting how the gems match your eyes .

dont think about mona bashfully apologizing to you while eating the dinner you bought for her .

dont think about taking walks with kokomi , being the fresh air she needs after the stress of leading the resistance .

dont think about buying books with xingqiu , the both of you picking out books that remind you of the other .

and dont let me catch you thinking about how they complete you .

© enamation 2024

[megistusdiary]

siren kokomi.. 🤞

THIS WAS FROM MONTHS AGO, BUT I KEPT IT AND ANON IF YOU SEE THIS IM SORRY!!!

anyways!

kokomi would be the prettiest siren. almost like a mermaid with her beautiful pastel pink hair, pearls embedded in her skin. such a beautiful voice when she sits on the rocks and sings for lost ships. pretty pink lips hiding razor sharp fangs.

she is the devil in disguise.

we can pretend you are a sailor, a pretty one. she's not used to seeing such a cute woman out at sea!! she secretly swims closer to your boat, luring the captain towards her just to sink your boat, taking you to her little cave.

she sings to soothe you, running webbed fingers down your neck and back, cheek pressed atop your head.

she'll lure more people in with her melodies, but she no longer has any interest in them. she steals their jewelry and fancy things to give to you as gifts.

oh! when you accept her presents, she's absolutely delighted. why, you're accepting her offer of courtship, and you want to be mates!

good luck with mating season with your new siren gf

[mangogo2003]

genshin women doing paperwork, yet you’re being impatient. !-smut , transfem , more?

(first time writing soso sorry if it sounds bad.)

Jean

Jean is a busy woman, she likes to get work done early, but somebody was too needy..

“jean…please..” you whined , while grinding up and down on her bulge. “ I need you inside me” Jean looked down on you while covering half of her face.

“I just need to finish these paperworks..I’m almost done.”

“please…I’ve been waiting too long.” you grabbed her hand and placed it on your breast, showing her what you need. Jean removed her hand , blushing. “Cant you wait just a bit?” You’re getting slightly irritated , you yank her pants down , and her cock lands on your stomach as her tip is poking your bellybutton. “wait…y/n I still have a lot to do..” Jean softly grunts as you move your panties to the side and rub her tip against your cunt. you groan when you fully slide in. “n-ngh…Jean..”

“tch…you impatient girl…”

she grabs your hips as she starts thrusting into you harshly, making you yelp. Jean lifts you up and slams you against her desk while thrusting deeply. “a-angh! slow down..!” you try to push her away but she grabs both of your wrists and keeps it above your head. “Jean..!” She angles her hips and slams into you. “y-y/n…” you feel her cock throbbing inside you as she comes inside you, not pulling out until she completely fills you up.

Ningguang

Ningguang doesn’t like to be interrupted during her work time. but you were begging for her attention.

“mmnh..nwinggwuang…” you look up at Ningguang desperately as you’re sucking her off. She caresses your face as she moves her hand to the back of your head. “ngh..” she grabs a fistful on your hair and shoves her cock further into your mouth. You widened your eyes as you whimper. “m-mmh!” youre eyes start to tear up , you could feel her tip poking the back of your throat. you grip into her thighs , letting her know it’s too much. “you can take it, vying for my attention like the slut you are..” Ningguang thrusts her hips further into your mouth as your tears start to run down your cheek, she grunts as she cums in your mouth. You can feel her cum running down your throat. she pulls out as your spit is all over her cock. “ugh…”

“seems to me this isn’t enough.”

Kokomi

kokomi just wants to get the work done. Yet somebody is ticking her off.

“a-angh! kokomi….”, she thrusts into you once again. “be quiet y/n, I’m trying to get work here done.”

you try to be quiet, but you’re getting impatient with kokomis cock inside you throbbing. “kokomi please…” Kokomi shoves both fingers in your mouth , shutting you up.

“did I not make it clear?” “k-Kokomi..” you whine , gagging on her fingers. Kokomi lifts you off her lap and bends you over, slaming into you deeply. One hand is on your waist and the other is on your head. She grabs your hair and yanks you up , “I told you to wait , yet those words don’t fit in your head.” “kokomi! wait..!” she slams into you again making you squirt all over. “so messy y/n…” her last thrust makes her come all inside you, until it’s dripping down your leg.

(yikes…feedback pls😢)

[rezeulaz]

OLD MONEY

kamisato ayato x fem!reader | genshin smau

➢ PLOT: both coming from the two noble families of inazuma, your fate of being married to someone was bound to happen centuries ago. in order to honor the clan, you had the obligation to marry a kamisato, not just any kamisato. the head of the kamisato clan—kamisato ayato.

➢ GENRE: strangers to lovers, arranged marriage, modern au, slight slow burn.

➢ STATUS: [ 04. 08. 23 ] ; on-going.

➢ TAGLIST: open (send an ask or a reply to be added !)

PROFILES: raiden’s camarilla | kamisato’s cabal

SEASON 1:

episode 1- stood up?

episode 2- delighted to make your acquaintance

episode 3- don’t take me for a fool

episode 4- nepo baby

episode 5- she want you fr

episode 6- can i have a hug?

episode 7- official announcement

episode 8- butterflies for fiancé

episode 9- you are you, i am me

episode 10- the wedding

episode 10.5- i loved her

episode 11- time is the ultimate truth teller

taglist (closed): @ivermouth @cypressmoons @xerafr @aixaingela @ayatoq @siasseltzers @qwnelisa @yuellii @yuusishi @whaloreos @seikaitoshi @eternal-dokja @yunicide @thelonelyarchon @pancakesyrupthief @luchiet @boywxonder @matchablossomsss @teacute

[wes-laye]

No thoughts head empty except for more mermaid business but this time with my fave doggy general and divine priestess

[contentloadingandstuff]

Parenting Headcanons - Sangonomiya Kokomi & Kuki Shinobu

A/N: That cat gif? It's very nice.

When it comes to motherhood, Kokomi is patient. Having children is the crowning achievement of a relationship for her, so she will put the majority of her strength towards building a healthy environment for them to grow up in - that means ensuring your love is unbreakable, and that Watatsumi Island is peaceful and prosperous. 

For the priestess leader, marriage is good for her perception in the eyes of her subjects. Having children will no doubt further improve upon her image - Inazuma's society values family first and foremost, after all. An heir of her and your blood would surely make for a worthy successor of her title. 

All of it doesn't mean that Kokomi sees her little one as a political asset, however. Her desire to be a mother was there ever since she was just a child, and she sees motherhood as a natural final step, and a great honor. 

The means of conception aren't anything unusual - Kokomi will just ask you to stop using protection, as well as initiate sex more frequently. It might take some time, as there is no guarantee that the first attempt will be a success, but don't worry. Kokomi will support you all the way through. Patience is key. 

A boy or a girl? Kokomi considered this problem carefully, but in the end, she just shrugged. As long as they are healthy, she will be happy with either. 

The priestess won't publicly announce her pregnancy, as the news will spread the moment her stomach grows in size. As the leader, she has more than enough eyes on her at all times. When the people notice, Kokomi will be absolutely adored as an excellent leader and future mother, for sure! 

Without a doubt, the first to find out would be Gorou. His Inu senses will pick up the heartbeat of the baby once it is present. One day during a meeting, Kokomi will see Gorou freeze. She'll ask him if anything is wrong, but he won't reply, his ears and eyes focused on her belly. Once his brain connects the dots, his tail will wag aggressively and Gorou will certainly fail to contain his excitement. Even after the initial outburst of joy fades away, the general will smile and move the tail each time he sees Kokomi and hears her baby. Without a doubt, Gorou will act on his desire to protect those he holds in high regard and help her with whatever she might need. 

Kokomi will make use of his proposals and hand him the executive power on Watatsumi Island for a few years after her first trimester. He proved to be a capable manager during her leave for Sumeru. Kokomi will still participate in planning and decision making, but will avoid exerting herself. Stress is bad for your bundle of joy, after all. 

She will sleep and nap a lot. After such a long period of working herself down to the bone, that rest is more than deserved. Even if Kokomi won't insist or bother you about joining her, she will, shyly, make her desire known. Being held is fantastic on its own, but pregnancy sprinkles even more love on cuddles. 

Kokomi will use her time to prepare everything for the child (or children if the gods will bless her). The room, the crib, the toys, the clothes… she will make sure that everything is in its place. 

There will be many visitors, seeing as Kokomi has a great deal of connections. The most frequent ones will surely be The Crux. Beidou and Kazuha will bring you and Kokomi plenty of useful things as well as neat little baubles or trinkets for the kid to play with. Even if a little awkwardly, Sara will also meet with you as an act of political goodwill. As well as the Tengu General, Yae Miko will surely pay a visit to her Watatsumi counterpart. 

Since Kokomi has access to the absolute best healthcare, both she and her child will come out of labor unscathed. 

Her professional diligence will carry over to her motherly side. No matter how exhausting the situation becomes, no matter how much work you have to put in, Kokomi will always strive to do more for her child. Even despite the obvious option to leave a good part of the work to her maids, Kokomi will insist on taking care of her little ones herself - with your help, of course. Parenting is a joint effort, but also a bonding experience. 

As unpleasant as she finds that part, Kokomi will not hesitate to establish rules and teach them to behave. If she can't, she will ask you for help. Kokomi has a plan, as always. 

But even the strategist will get tired eventually. Although you can handle them with great success, some time away from your offspring is always welcome, and will usually be spent sleeping or relaxing in other ways. As you and Kokomi recover, Gorou will gladly step up to offer support. Physical exercise is the name of the game here - running, playing tag, archery, sparring (adjusted to their age and capability of course - sticks are good weapons too) or various ball games with the soldiers will keep the kid entertained. 

And, let's be honest here. What kid wouldn't like to play with a doggie general? 

Supported by you, her people and her adiutant, Kokomi will be a kind and caring mother. 10/10.

Shinobu is renowned for being meticulous when it comes to her dreams. With parenthood being one of her long-time goals, it's obvious she approaches it with diligence and care. 

Her parents, especially her mother, weren't very supportive of her life choices. The desire to outdo one's parents is natural, and especially strong with her. No matter the cost, Shinobu wants to guarantee that her children will have freedom and every ounce of support she could muster. Whoever and however many they are. 

As soon as she knew that both of you were willing to go further with the relationship and have children, she started her preparations. 

First, Shinobu began researching everything about pregnancy - from the conception right to the moment of childbirth. Her first step was practicing her pelvic floor muscles. Strengthening them makes childbirth easier, reduces the many discomforts of pregnancy and has plenty of use in the bedroom. Those exercises aren't that demanding, and can be fun to do - especially when you're there to help out… 

Once the decision is made, Shinobu will start working hard on her health - and will encourage you to do so as well. 

Aside from the obvious healthy diet, lots of physical activity and the avoidance of alcohol and caffeine, Shinobu will track her cycles to pinpoint the best moments for trying for a child. She will start taking the appropriate vitamins to ensure the baby develops properly long before conception. Not only are those steps beneficial for her health, but they also allow the idea of being a mother to sink in and cement in her mind. Each day, she grows more excited at the thought. 

It's a joint effort, so she'll make sure you're in top condition too. You'll do many of the things she does, like stay away from drugs and keep active. On top of that, Shinobu will recommend many things that could improve your chances, like avoiding very hot baths, tight underwear and - most important of all - lots of sex. 

It's no surprise then that the conception will be a matter of one or two times. Even if, despite your best efforts, she won't get pregnant right away, she will be patient and supportive for as long as it takes. 

Itto won't get the message for as long as possible. Shinobu values her privacy, and she knows that if he heard, the matter would become public in no time. But when he does find out, he will be ecstatic. A little bro to help him in his antics and to take on adventures? Count him in! 

Shinobu will keep up her healthy lifestyle throughout the pregnancy, making sure to get lots of rest, drink water and do some light back exercises, as well as frequently visit the doctor's office. Even if it's in the far future, she will also research the local kindergartens and schools - what opinions they have, what programme, how far they are, how does the average day look like - everything there is to know. 

Enough said, the room for the child will be fashioned long before they arrive in the world, in great part by the One And Oni. He and the boys will make the crib, put up decorations and gather lots of toys they acquired through their antics. Even if it will be hard to part with them for the Numero Uno, he believes it's a noble cause. 

Her body will recover quite rapidly, thanks to her tip-top condition, with the baby being just as healthy as their mother. 

She is a freelancer, which grants her a lot of free time. It's free only by name, however - motherhood, life's final exam, takes much more effort than any test she was met with, and she wants to pass with flying colors. That said, it may be a good time to start looking for a more permanent job - your spendings will grow extensively very soon. With her skills and work ethic, most employers will fight over her. 

Itto will bungee at every opportunity to care for your child. No matter how troublesome it becomes, he will approach it with a very unusual dose of patience and maturity. His ideas will also get much less problematic, as getting in trouble with the law would be a bad example for the little guy (or gal). Seriously - it's as if he was the father… 

That said, Shinobu doesn't complain. Not at all. 

Diligent and meticulous as ever, Shinobu will shape up to be a shining example of a mother. 10/10.

Thanks for reading!

[cosmichorrorsarestillnicerthanme]

Ecrin De Literature Holiday Gift

@stellar-skyy

A pleasure to make your acquaintance, I do hope you enjoy this gift of mine.

NOW! I EISH YOU A GRAND AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!

Layla leaned against you as the fire crackled and your heartbeat soothed her frayed nerves.

Finally… She was on winter break…

A respite from the constant grind on her mind and body that was her work.

Now, she can have some small bits of Rest and Relaxation.

She had everything she needed for it.

A nice soothing sound, a warm room, blankets, and her favorite meal in her belly.

Layla yawned, the many factors she had just listed and her own overworked mind and body leading her to become more and more drowsy with each passing second.

“Hey…” Layla muttered.

“Yeah?” you quietly responded.

“Can we stay home tomorrow… just… doing this? Just, staying like this?” Layla asked.

“Of course we can, I would love nothing more than to do so.” You responded to her, placing your hand on her head and running it through her hair.

Furina watched you intently from her seat across from you at the dinner table.

Or it would be more accurate she watched you as if she was a cat and you were the most interesting thing in the world.

This is how she looked at you all day, every day.

Furina knew that she was completely infatuated with you.

And tomorrow, on the last day of the holidays, would be when she sprung her plan.

A plan involving the little black box in her dresser.

However, she needed this to be perfect, so she needed to be smooth about it.

“Hey, you want to go out to see the marriage courts with me tomorrow?” Furina asked.

In response to this, Furina berated herself by yelling “Smooth as goddamned sandpaper!!!” in her head.

You swallowed the last of your food before speaking.

“Sure, I would love to go out with you. Also, Yes, I will marry you.”

Furina lost all sense of composure at this, and began a weak attempt to cover up her plan which seemed to have been instantly figured out.

“Furina, my lovely, lovely, wife. We share a dresser, a room, and a house. Do you really think that you could hide an engagement ring box under my clothes and I wouldn’t notice?” You asked Furina, calling her wife as naturally as if you were breathing air.

This, of course, made Furina even more of a mess.

Kokomi felt antsy.

She had been forced to take a day off.

True, it was a day off with you but the lady Sangonomiya had grown accustomed to the war time workload.

Stacks of paper to the roof, couriers running into her office, reports being sent for her to read, and the writing of speeches to boost morale.

“Kokomi, relax.” you told her as you hung the decorations.

“Wha- I am relaxed!” Kokomi stated with a pout, lying through her teeth.

“Love, I can hear the gears turning in your head. You are more tense than that Kujou General right now.” you stated in response to her atrocious lie.

“I- I- *Sigh* I can’t hide anything from you can I?” Kokomi asked as she allowed her shoulders to slouch.

“No, you can not. Also, can you come here real quick?” you asked of the great priestess of Watatsumi who quickly complied.

“What is it that you require?” Kokomi asked as she walked next to you.

“Would you please look upwards?” you asked your love.

And above your heads, was a single sprig of mistletoe.

[fairykazu]

what romantic book trope represents your relationship with them ft. liyue, sumeru & inazuma cast ୧ ‧₊˚

masterlist

soulmates: emotional, connected, always "us" not one or the other, interwined so deeply you don't know the beginning or the end, "isn't it just so pretty to think / all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?" (invisible string - taylor swift) and forever saving a spot for you

kokomi, kazuha, ningguang & wanderer

friends to lovers: playful, adventurous, understanding, falling in love with who they are before how they make you feel, sleepovers every night, "but when our fingers interlock / can't deny, can't deny you're worth it" (still into you - paramore) and when you're not looking at them, they're always looking at you.

ayaka, yoimiya, xiao & hutao

enemies to lovers: guarded, angry, stubborn, "you drive me insane" to "you drive me insane", ripping hair out because of the thought of them but you can't imagine being without them, "cause i like to love, to love, to love, to love you / i hate to hate, to hate, to hate, to hate you" (let the light in - lana del rey), giggling in the middle of unnecessary arguments and make out makeups tangled within each other until the frustration is no longer.

sara, childe, yelan & dehya

childhood sweethearts: growing up but never growing old, childish, innocent, honest, "i always knew it was you.. no one else felt right" and the one to accept and held every part of you before you knew what there was to accept.

thoma, childe, ganyu & kaveh

[kormiato]

hi can u do one where how they would react when reader takes off rheir shirt and it reveals like a hella fit body w abs also inazuma girls(fem please<3)

Hi! Ofc I can, I'd love to! Hope you'll be satisfied! (Btw I was a little confused because you didn't mention which specific characters you want to see, but that's okay, I think.) Also if you want me to do part 2 with other characters, you can just ask and, if that's not too much trouble, please, mention which ones characters you want to see. <3 (Sorry for long wait, I was sick and then was busy with school, haha... Also sorry for any mistakes in text.)

Inazuma girls reacting on you taking off your shirt revealing a fit body (F! Reader)

Characters: Ei, Yae Miko, Sangonomiya Kokomi.

Ei

You always liked how Ei is when she's fighting. So strong and powerful, so elegant and fast, so serious and determined. She was incredible, to be honest. You admired her everytime when you asked her to show some of her training. You always sit on the floor not too far away but to be in a safe zone and look. Your elegant and soft Ei was turning into a merciless soldier, focusing on her battle with a puppet because only Raiden Shogun is able to keep up with her destructive rhythmic pace.

They fight for hours before Ei hops back raising her sword and says "Enough for now." and Shogun nods before leave. Then Ei always approaches you and sits down near you with a light smile on her face when she notices your adored gaze. She listens to your excitement about how awesome she was back there and tells you stories from her past.

That day was exact the same. But today you wanted to do something. And the thought itself was making you squirm on the floor in anticipation of the end of the training.

When the training was over, Ei sat down near you and sligtly smiled as she saw your smile. "That was SO cool, Ei!" you said. "Can you teach me something of that?" that slightly startled Ei. You? Wish to train? You was so sweet, so fragile in her eyes, she wanted to protect you from all the evil. But yet, she wants you to be happy, so your wish is her command. "Okay, if you want so," she said, making you jump out of excitement. She stood up with you. "Let's see how skillful you are first, alright? I won't be too hard on you." Ei said with the sword in her hand as she waits for you to take one of the swords in the room.

But what she didn't expect is for you to take your shirt off. Her eyes got a little wider as she didn't know the purpose of it. Her eyes wandered along your torso, abs. White crop top looks good on your surprisingly fit body. Ei could feel the heat on her cheeks as you throwed your shirt on your seat spot and started limbering up. Wow. You looked pretty much stronger now and less fragile than she thought before. Your little smile was sweet as always, but now more determined, confident.

As you done preparing for the little sparring, you grabbed one of the swords and took a fighting stand in front of Ei. She, on the other hand, shook her head to stop staring at you because, Dear Archons, you really looked surprisingly beautiful and strong. And if there's something that Ei likes in human, it's strength and determination. And you looked pretty determined and excited.

Let's just say that the training went very calm and relaxed and after this Ei sat down and asked about where you learned to fight and get that fit body. No naughty intentions, she really is just curious.

Yae Miko

It was a pretty busy day for the shrine, everyone was busy with something: cleaning, helping people that was coming from time to time. You came to visit Yae and you really didn't know why you was with Yae Miko in one of the shrine's rooms, but one look at her was enough for you to know that she's up for no good. She just suddenly took your hand once she saw you and led you in the shrine without greeting or even explanation. And now she stood up in front of you with her usual playful and sly smirk. You looked like a bunny, cornered by a fox. Her hands were behind her back, she clearly holds something in them. "Um... Miko? What are you up to now?" you asked, making her playful smirk get wider as she let out a soft chuckle, looking right into your eyes.

And then she hands you folded clothes. And suddenly you realized what she wants. She wanted you to help her in the shrine, because they were running out of free hands. You let out soft "Oh..." that made her giggle. "Well? Are you up to it?" Miko asked, raising her eyebrow. You only laughed light heartedly and nodded. "Fine, I'll help." You took the clothes and turned your back to her to change your clothes.

As you took your shirt off, Miko hums with playful surprise and that makes you turn to face her with a raised eyebrow in a silent question. Yae smiled slyly with a soft chuckle as her eyes admired your form as you stood there in your bra. "Something's wrong?" you asked. Yae shook her head with a smile. "Nothing. I just didn't expect my little flower to look so strong and beautiful. You look pretty amazing," she says with a slight sparkle in her eyes, and her words made you blush slightly as you quickly turned around and continued changing your clothes. Your blush didn't go unnoticed by Yae Miko and that made her laugh in amusement. "Clearly precious little flower. Guess I'll need to watch closely so no one will try to take you away from me because of how adorable and stunning you are." She adds with a sly smirk.

All the time you walked on the territory of the shrine, you always could feel her looking at you. But at least no one bothered you or made you uncomfortable.

Sangonomiya Kokomi

Kokomi was coming home pretty tired last few days. You was understanding, she has a lot of work to do everyday, but you still hated to see your beloved in such state. So you took care of her every single day when she was like this: cooking her favorite meal, preparing a hot bath for her or giving her a massage as she falls asleep from your loving and gentle touch that never failed to make her worries and troubles melt away and just feel safe, relaxed and at home.

But today she managed to take a little day off to just relax and spend some more time with you. Finally, you had a pleasure of seeing her face instead of empty side of the bed when you woke up. She was sleeping peacefully, her lips slightly parted as her breathing slow and calm. You looked at her for a couple of minutes before standing up to cook her a breakfast. You already got whole day planned for both of you, you wanted it to be lazy day, but still fun and interesting.

After both of you ate your breakfast, you decided to watch some TV and after whole day filled with cuddles, movies and eating snacks, you asked Kokomi if she wants to go and swim a little, and you was ecstatic when she agreed. You both grabbed your swimsuits (you also grabbed your sword, because it can be unsafe and you will always make sure to protect your precious girl) and after some time you both was on the shore.

You was happy to see Kokomi smiling because the place was quiet and so beautiful.

While she was admiring the view, you decided to take your casual clothes off, because you both put on your swimsuits under your clothes before heading out to this place. (sorry, I really rarely go to swim even at the summertime, so this can be quite unlogical)

When Kokomi turned to face you, her jaw dropped. You was standing in your swim suit, and damn your body looked pretty fit and strong. You looked like her own bodyguard now, not like her girlfriend. She looked you up and down, her face getting pretty red.

"Wow, my lovely, you look beautiful." Kokomi muttered, looking to the side, feeling a little flustered now. You only giggled, standing a little closer to her and leaving soft kiss on her forehead. "Thanks, Kokomi. Now let's have fun and swim, shall we?" You said gently. Kokomi nodded and took off her own casual clothes, standing in her swim suit as well. You gently took her hand in yours and then started running towards the water, making her laugh and laughing along. It was pretty memorible day off for both you and Kokomi.

(Kokomi deserves the best of cuddles and comfort, she's so pretty, omg...)

[cythiraeth]

Hello, how are you? 😁 May I please request "mornings with them" ficlets with Kokomi and Ayaka? (Gn!reader, pls)

slept tight? - i. e. mornings with genshin women

✧ ─ ⌑ pairing: gn!reader x ayaka, kokomi (separate)

✧ ─ ⌑ short summary: a description and an example of mornings with our lovely girls! how do they wake you up or behave after sleep? let's find out!

✧ ─ ⌑ about the work: lowercase, fluff, established relationships

✧ ─ ⌑ notes: hi anon, thank you so much for this request, it was a lot of fun to write and i hope that you will like it! i'm doing well recently and i'm definitely looking forward to any new requests if anyone comes up with them ;3 have a nice day!

✧ ─ ⌑ word count: 1 k in total

sangonimiya kokomi

most of the time she gets out of bed much earlier than you do, due to her work and the daily routine she usually follows. she kisses you on the forehead, covers you with a blanket if you have messed up the bedding in your sleep and quietly leaves the room, leaving you to get as much sleep as you need. but there are days when things are a little different!

the quiet rustle of silky fabric was the first sound to greet your ears in the morning. with your eyes closed, covered by a soft blanket, you mumbled uncertain words, still caught somewhere between dreams and reality. 

"'oh, i woke you? excuse me," kokomi's voice was sleepy and a little hoarse, but even with your eyes closed you could sense that she wasn't lying next to you in bed.

"wait, what time is it?" you lifted your head and blinked quickly to clear your blurred vision. kokomi had already gotten up from the bed and was in the middle of making up her part of your shared bed. her body was barely visible due to the lack of sunlight in the room, so it must have been early, but you could see the outline of her messy hair, a truly extraordinary sight considering her usually immaculate appearance. but in your eyes, in this state, she looked even more beautiful, more real and natural. 

she chuckled softly at your sleepy posture and covered her mouth with her hand, but she answered your question, "it's 6 am, as usual when i wake up".

"no, no, no, not today!" you laughed and crawled wobbly to her side of the bed. she was still standing close enough for you to grab her arm with your hand and pull her closer, "today is your day off, i won't let you out of bed until at least ten!" 

she fell onto the bed, almost on top of you as you both started to giggle, your arms tangled and all the bedding she had just fixed was a complete mess again. you really wanted her to rest more, as lately it seemed that she was overworking herself... being a divine priestess was certainly a demanding job, and even a person as qualified as kokomi deserved a few more hours of sleep from time to time! In this sequence of mornings that had been rather quick, with only a few kisses between the two of you, you just had to steal one that was slower and more tender. 

you held her close to your chest, stroking her hair and untangling it with your fingers. although she was a little hesitant at first, she soon realised that this way of starting her day could be much better and more pleasant than she could have expected. the chirping of the birds outside the window, accompanied by your soft breathing and your gentle touch, made her loosen up and close her eyes.

she wrapped her arms around you and nestled her face against your neck as you planted a kiss on the top of her head, her soft hair touching your lips. 

"maybe you were right this time," she murmured into your neck with a smile, "this has made my morning much better.”

kamisato ayaka

ayaka is also usually the first to wake up but unlike kokomi, she loves to wake you up herself! she loves the thought of being the first and the last thing you see throughout the day. sometimes when she's in a more playful mood she'll pull your blanket and tease you a little, sometimes she'll slowly kiss your neck and peck your jaw before reaching your lips, sometimes you'll be woken by a tempting smell of breakfast she's got from thoma. you never know!

"good morning, my love," ayaka whispered into your ear as she hovered over you. her blue, loose hair fell down on either side of her head, tickling your cheeks. a lovely smile that adorned her lips made you smile too, unconsciously, even if you only opened your eyes. 

"mornin-" you couldn't finish because of the yawn that escaped your lips. ayaka chuckled at the sound and put her hand lightly on your lips until you stopped yawning. 

"i've let you sleep a little longer today, my sleeper," she said, shifting her position to lay on her side next to you, "but it's time to wake up," she added in a softer voice, reaching out with her warm hand to stroke your cheek. 

you closed your eyes again, enjoying her gentle touch. you were still not fully awake, so you barely understood what she was saying, but just hearing her voice was enough to make you feel relaxed. her actions did not quite fulfil their original purpose of waking you up, but they had the opposite effect. her voice was so calming, how could you not want to fall asleep again in her arms?

"hey! you're not sleeping, are you?" she asked after noticing that you had drifted away a little too far, resting her chin on her hand to get a better view of you. you just smiled, not opening your eyes, but quickly wrapping your arms around her chest and pulling her closer to you, locking her in a tight embrace. 

"oh no, we definitely are sleeping," you mumbled, curling up and moving your head closer to her neck, taking in the scent of shampoo that was all over her hair. she sighed softly, not in annoyance but more in something like amusement. maybe she had planned this all along? you didn't really waste your time with that thought, because what was more important was that she finally stopped resisting and returned the hug.

"okay, but just a few more minutes..." she giggled as you subtly brushed your lips against her skin, catching it several times with your teeth before properly kissing her neck "be careful not to leave any marks there, please," she whispered in response to your more eager kisses, but you weren't sure if this was a request that could be granted...

⌞⌑ cythiraeth - 31.08.2023. please, do not copy, claim as yours or share outside tumblr! ⌑⌝

[loverboy-cc]

Fish out of water

Kinktober bonus no. 3

Pairing: kokomi/gn reader

AN: I’m just kinda rambling abt eating out the pretty fish lady.

Kinktober masterlist

she’s whiny as hell during sex but esp when you eat her out.

Let her lay back and mindlessly hump your face while you suck on her clit and she’ll fall apart.

I don’t think she likes being fingered while you eat her out. Not bc it doesn’t feel good, it does, she just prefers taking it nice and slow. And it takes way longer for her to cum if you’re not fingering her.

Kokomi bordered on godly in her current state. Her face flushed and mouth agape as she rolls her hips against your mouth. The smooth skin of her thighs holding your head in place as you licked eagerly at her slit. Her sticky release coating your mouth and chin as you push her towards her next orgasm. Your hands on her were gentle as they always were, a stark contrast to the vigour with which you were eating her out.

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Taglist: @yarnnerdally • @starrry-angel • @yeonpm

Wanna be added? Send me an ask off anon and lmk if you want to be on the sfw only list!

[serenelia]

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Content includes: SFW, mentions of fire and explosion, pair of Kokomi and reader (who is named as "the scholar" in this fanfic), use of non binary pronouns.

Scroll away if you do not entertain fanfics of Kokomi, slow burn, and a multi-chapter series. next part

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In the southern side of the ethereal island of Watatsumi, home to the faithful followers of the deceased god, Orobashi, where the hushed steps of the roaming scholar are lost amidst the ruffle of the trees, its colorful environment proving to be a raring view amongst the people who have yearned to visit, the lush pink grass taking sprouts in the ground along with the miniature flowers, nuzzling itself to its own kind in a comfortable embrace, tended carefully by the crashing waves of the endless surrounding sea, a constant looming threat to the vulnerability of the island, the residents offer tender smiles as if to appease its ever-changing emotional state. The delicate graze of the wind against their skin sends an unwarranted chill to their spine, a reminder of the lack of layers worn, free from the uniform provided by the Akademiya, only to be proven uncomfortable with its absence.

The moon reflects a soft glow on the horizon, and only the dim light provided by the numbered street lamps allows the scholar to navigate their way towards the designated area for departure. It’s undeniable that their stay here has been a memorable one, if one excludes their main reason for travel is the gathering of participants. Yet they could only wish to prolong their stay; any effort made to fulfill it will only brand them as a fool for believing the pathetic excuse of “stress” will cause any form of sympathy to take root in the professor’s heart. The deadline of their research is nearing, being the perfectionist of a scholar they are, their attention is wholly focused on completing the assigned tasked. Any desire they possess will always be placed at the bottom.

Despite being limited, it has proven to be a sensible use of time to break free from the clutches of the scorching weather of Sumeru. No matter how temporary, being void of the irritable faces from their class does well for their health. The scholar hums at the thought, their humor crowned to be of taste by their own self.

As the miscellaneous voices of the resident’s echo throughout their mind, so does the inexhaustible confession of love conserved by said people towards their home. Any question they had voiced brought forth such feelings into their answer; it rings continuously in their mind, a memorable point to be made in the final results of their survey.

They gaze out into the waves below; the crunch of grass beneath their feet, followed by a pitter-patter of water, causes a shift in their gaze and lands on their shoe, now containing a sparse stain. The soil, although beautiful in color, was almost the opposite in terms of conditions. It’s waterlogged. In hindsight, it appears to be a momentary issue born from the recent cries of the sky; the questions were unnecessary, and the rationalization was obvious by itself.

How wrong everyone was to declare such.

Perhaps the old behavior in their previous Darshan is simply influencing them once again; they weren’t alien to other subjects of research, thus why they somehow were able to cover a topic about the elements affecting domains to the governance in Inazuma. That, however, does not validate their undying curiosity for the plant life in Watatsumi.

And before they knew it, the scholar’s heart thrummed with excitement as they humored themselves with a glimpse of its possible chemical composition, overriding the previous rush concerning their destination, now tucked away at a corner in their mind.

The rapid pace in their walking turns into slow strides. With a hand to their chin, they spot a peculiar-looking state of land; holes are evenly distributed along the ground; a scarcely made cross wearing a blue piece of clothing and a straw hat stands at the far side; they blink. Was this supposed to be a farm land of some sort? Realization, together with mild surprise, fades into a wry frown, it brings them to stop moving completely in order to evaluate the poor use of the land. A simple touch of their hand brought it to its doom; not a single shred of activity to be found.

The rotting corpses of the vegetables were all drained of color; an awful stench fills the air if they as much as make an attempt to venture further inside, preventing them from satisfying their wish to evaluate the work done. Afar, not much was fit for judgement, apart from the obvious signs of pre-existing edits of the human hand, which were the reason for its pitiful state. The economic impact of the island was never something that troubled the residents; any consideration in advancing such is unconsidered, partly because of the ill-conditioned land they possess and finding the prices and value of the special sango pearls produced by the island enough to supply.

So why engage in the half-baked farm? An attempt to broaden their resources and fit themselves the title of independence that served no purpose at the end? Further houses make a stable town if, that is, they have seen the foundations of the houses built, suitable for the area right above the village. A deafening crash of the water made them reconsider; perhaps it is unfit for the uncertainty the sea holds.

One of the things the island considers itself high in is quality presentation, supported by the boastful voices of the people. It’s a wonder why this common choice of a location for leisure walks remains to contradict the magnificence Watatsumi constantly emits.

The similar case in Tatarasuna flashes in their mind upon further speculation. The scholar couldn’t resist the sigh that escapes their mouth; a scowl firmly forms on their face at the obvious answer.

Another scholar had chosen Watatsumi Island as their research point—research or thesis? They hardly care. It wasn’t particularly an odd choice, in fact, they’ve recalled a group of their kind discussing it before. The decision to leave this mess brings a sour taste to their mouth.

That is to say, it is merely a speculation; nothing can be dictated holding a tone of sincerity if other factors aren’t considered. The probability of it being true wouldn’t be surprising at the least, much like the other events when the scholar’s intuition and logic prove them to be a trustworthy source of reference.

They shake their head; it’s important to be reminded of their departure as the desire to investigation resurfaces. The precautionary decision of advancing their items ahead and their leave at the temporary residence they resided in do wonders for the distractible scholar; the formerly mentioned rush is a byproduct from their previous experiences.

It dawns on them the calculation of the remaining ground they have to cover in order to arrive, the destination becoming more further than they initiated, if one considers their limited attention span. A simple, unkempt flower entertains them greatly, especially now that the very place they stand on is undeniable in its beauty.

The scholar’s attention swiftly maneuvers itself onto the neglected scene presented beyond the occasional jellyfish-shaped bubbles rising from the grass and the luscious bushes that hide the magnificent view of the famous shrine, which stood in the middle of the island to gloat its dominion over all. The eerie quietness of it all effectively produces dopamine within the harassed mind of the scholar.

A sense of longing tugs at their heart at the sight, a rare feeling to be felt if one were residing in the cramped rooms of the Akademiya, yet nothing can be done except tear their eyes away and resume the journey.

The exceptional sensation of relaxation causes Kokomi to heave a euphoric sigh of relief at the sound of her bones cracking upon stretching her fatigued arms. The lack of warmth on the wooden chair prevents the experience from gaining her an extra energy point even at the hidden cove of her own, shouldering the peace and solitude of the esteemed Divine Priestess away from prying eyes that demand attention.

The day had drained her of energy—a remarkable amount at that. Her previous strategy of retreat inside the imagination the books on military prowess provide displayed ineffectiveness, much to her dismay. A carefully taken nap would recharge her significantly; only the continued onslaught of scheduled meetings and scripted directives plaguing her delayed her rest. Even so, being the master tactician she naturally is, her previous self had anticipated problems like this and readily prepared another way to ease her nerves.

Hence why she finds herself in front of the ocean after making multiple detours in order to escape the residents, the darkness of the night, and the bustle of soldiers aiding the tired girl. With her head held high as the refreshing air tickles her skin, the tension previously in her shoulder’s melts away along with the exhale let out to resonate with the wind.

As if sensing the Priestess’ distress, the waves offer comfort through its gentle caress to her ankles at her approach, inviting her in subtly. In a hidden rush, Kokomi takes careful steps into the cold water until she has fully submerged herself, accustomed to the temperature. The recognizable drop in gravity as her lungs grow accustomed to entering another world, just after trespassing the fine line above forged by the gentle waves, does she gaze upon the flamboyant environment hidden under the blue blanket it grows in.

            A wealth of rocks and corals sprout in different widths and lengths from the sandy ocean floor; the grass is no different from the appearance in her home; on the contrary, most of it is pigmented in the pastel pink and streaks of purple that paint her island. It’s bustling with activity; a hurricane of fish filled with its own breed leave no holes as to escape the lingering predators; an unsuspecting alga begun to cover the cracks of the broken home of a colony even at the expense of it swallowed by; sharks circling one another to assert dominance over a freshly caught prey; a squid stretching out its tentacles to capture an escaping crab, hidden in its shell; the shaky lines formed on the floor made home by the rays hiding beneath; as the current pulls a couple of them along with her; a few oysters retreat in their perspective shells at her passing, threatened by a larger body floating by.

Every aspect of the lively ocean does good to bring a smile to the Priestess’ face. The conflict over the failed attempt at negotiation for further opportunities for her homeland pales in comparison upon seeing and realizing how little it all appears to be in the face of the broad ocean. A sense of infatuation warms her chest. It’s always a wonder to be reminded of how much clarity the ocean holds, how insignificant everything seems to be if she were to take a moment to step back from her title and appreciate a brief yet enamoring moment of serenity.

            Kokomi swims further out until she reaches nearly the edge of her island. A couple of fish who were familiar with her have followed her into the murky depths, where the numbing cold of the water transforms into a chill in her marrow. A few had left, not without a reason to.

A group of them had begun to swarm around her after she pressed her knees against her chest, closing her eyes and focusing on the cold embrace the ocean comforted her with. She sneaks a peek at them, noting how similar yet different they all are.

Every one of these small beings all have their own intimate lives, just as any living being does; a direction walked by their own, each with a will to follow. A will that must be respected, no matter how insignificant it seems, as no matter how much people fixate about their own dilemmas, nothing in this world is truly eternal.

She holds a hand out, met by a certain number of fish whirling away in a panic; the ones who stayed only humored her hand briefly before swimming by her again.

Only the will and aspirations of humanity can withstand the erosion of time.

Something massive looms over her head in that moment, blocking the little light shined by the moon and causing a sudden shift in the water, raising the alarm of every fish near her and including her as well, only for her to dismiss it just as quickly at the realization it was merely a whale. It lets out a bellowing moan, and Kokomi smiles. It’s fascinating to her to think that so much is hidden, a language limited to the creatures, one that humans could only wish to understand, is completely available at all times, yet it remains to be a mystery. It holds information crucial to giving meaning to endless questions, even to irrelevant ones.

But then again, is any knowledge irrelevant?

In the thick of the cold and deeps depths of the ocean, a distant, muffled sound piques Kokomi. She was careful in turning her head to the origin of the sound; it’s peculiar, it most definitely doesn’t belong to any sea creature, and it’s unlikely for any monster to venture this far out into the ocean.

            She kicks her feet and floats upwards, her company following shortly until most of them take an interest in the larger mammal; no other fish was willing to accompany her once she was near the surface. The indistinguishable sound grew louder and clearer, taking the familiar form of human voices, making a ruckus. It was only then that she had noticed the ship entering the territory of Watatsumi; the larger body of the whale had blocked her vision from ever noticing it.

She wasn’t daring enough to make an appearance outside of the water, so she settles just far enough to make no clear reflection yet provide herself a view of the crewmen aboard along with the ship itself. It’s shape and the banner it holds are the ones built in Inazuma, though smaller than most boats she normally sees ashore, lit by small lanterns. Only the crew onboard seem to wear colorful outfits, with nothing to cover their stomach area, a particular uniform she has no knowledge about, and a closer inspection would be unwise.

            The possibility of the Fatui making an attempt to regain influence over Watatsumi Island seems plausible enough, taking into consideration the limited knowledge they had over the supplies they had given for free and a desperate time it was. This was quickly refuted, however, as it was unlikely. The defense deployed by her General was effective against their agents posted previously.

Targeting their island repeatedly would present itself as a desperate move for the island’s natural resources, that being mostly their renowned sango pearls, she finds it hard to believe it would validate the stain in their image after.

            But before she is able to ponder more, the volume of the men has increased, panic-stricken by the sounds of it. By what? She couldn’t pinpoint. And so, she focuses intensely on the possible words being conveyed with the best of her ability, only able to make out a string of shrieks and a few mentions of sharks and shoot.

It dawns on her a moment too late, and a loud groan rings loudly in her ears before she can register anything else. Her hands went to cover her ears, eyeing the ship with furrowed brows. She will not tolerate any disrespect to the sea creatures she so adores!

            She was quick to resurface herself, not paying any attention to the cold breeze that greets her. The hydro vision gifted to her by the Greater Beings glows on her chest upon activation. Kokomi steadies herself on the surface of the water, taking a glance at the whale from before as a flash of light whooshes by to her horror.

Another much louder groan was elected by the whale, spots of blood colored the natural blue of the sea, an arrow’s burnt tip stuck out from it, fueling the rage felt by the Priestess.

            She strides towards the ship, raising her hand, “Halt-!”

Suddenly, a fire-tipped arrow lodges itself on the delicate wood of the ship, and it erupts in flames, causing screams of terror that are not excluded to the people on board. Kokomi made a dash towards the fire, growing worse and absorbing the entire ship in the few seconds it took for her to robe herself in her ceremonial garment. Cold sweat drips down her back as her steps grow more desperate to reach it.

            From a distance, she can see most of the people jumping down on the other side of the ship, while others try to extinguish the fire swallowing the ship or find some items to salvage.

Dread fills her like never before. “Get off! Get off the ship and jump in the water!”

Kokomi yells, to her best effort, short instructions to get them to safety, but it fell on deaf ears from an explosion on the side of the ship, breaking it in half. Silhouettes of men are flung out high in the air before ending up crashing into the ocean. She was only able to save a few with help from her jellyfish summons, softening their land.

            She takes them further away from the ticking ship and nearer to shore; it will be a lengthy journey, though the act of healing them now would drain her of much energy to maintain her robe, so she held back on the idea, choosing a selected few of the critically injured to give ample treatment for now.

Her eyes are easily directed to the queer clothing of the amateur sailors; a variety of white, red, black, and grey are distributed among their clothing. It is a light yet durable fabric, seemingly suited for an arid climate. A shared trait among them, no matter the gender, is a red band covering their eyes.

            They seem to originate from a distant region, a far cry from the isolated region of Inazuma. Yet for what purpose is their arrival at such a late time?

The ship fully explodes in the background, snapping her out of her thoughts for the moment. She’s sure this will alert the soldiers already, especially her capable General; it’s only a matter of time before her questions will be answered.

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3k words and made in a matter of 3 weeks... The title was on purpose btw. Working on the next chapter as we speak, I hope I can finish it before school pulls me back in. Hope you enjoyed reading it. Any form of support keeps me motivated, so don't be shy in spamming if you wish.

[sapphiresgarden]

ok but modern au and taking kokomi on night rides around the coasy while listening to the playlist you made together <33 AUGHHH its been all i can think of lately

i'll commit crimes for this to happen to me AHAHZJSJJ it took me a little to get to this ask, i wasn't feeling the best physically 💔

but yes, it's a beautiful thought, isn't it?? the music isn't loud, enough to fill out the background and create a rather special atmosphere. the melodies are light, confessions of your love for each other hidden between the lyrics. you would do a lot to keep the moment frozen in time, not worry about anything else.

i think the songs are a mix of chill, cozy songs and of prettiest love songs you two could find. a perfect playlist for night rides! setting the mood, being the background for you hushed conversations. at one point you swear you can hear kokomi hum one of the songs, shyly. and you don't hesitate to sing the lyrics outloud, to give her confidence.

it doesn't matter if your singing voice is beautiful and you are a great singer, or you hardly can sing without sounding like a dying duck. no, no, your own singing was still gladly appreciated and soon, you could hear her voice grow in volume.

sometimes, it's just the music, you, and her. she is looking through the car window, watching the world outside her despite the darkness of the night, maybe she's leaning her head on the window, her eyelids dropping. maybe she's just looking at you, adoration in her eyes. whatever it is, you still can't help yourself and take her hand for a moment, gently squeeze it in a quiet confession of your love.