#teyvat metropolis

[findyourrp]

In the bustling metropolis called Teyvat City, there's a place called Penacony District, a paradise where adults can indulge in a night of reverie and mature entertainment. Following the lively jazz performances, you can find a myriad of delectable eateries, pubs, love motels, and casinos. There's something for everyone's vice in Penacony, but more so than gambling and drinking, the district is known for its central focus on adult entertainment. Here, all kinds of sex work are legal, and the district boasts a proud community of D/s lifestyle enthusiasts coming from all over the region. Whether you're an experienced player, a sex worker, or just someone curious, there's an open door waiting for you at Penacony.

But be careful, as all that glitters isn't gold. With such lax enforcements on the law, the district is also a breeding ground for seedy activity. Locals say that once the "Moment of Golden Hour" passes and a deep night stalks the streets, you should be more wary of who's indulging your vices.

𝙍𝙊𝙔𝘼𝙇 𝙁𝙇𝙐𝙎𝙃 is a 20+ Genshin Impact and Honkai: Star Rail RP set in a semi-futuristic era. Due to its heavy emphasis on BDSM culture and omegaverse elements, we advise you do not join if you are not particularly fond of NSFW settings and themes. We are also a literate to advanced literate writing 0community with regular activity checks and an auditioning system in place for applications.

🃏 Newly established server with lots of canon characters open!

🃏 Modern/Semi-futuristic AU with world-building opportunities

🃏 Literate to advanced literate writing standards with both paragraph and text-style chatting available between characters

🃏 Accepting of problematic and possibly triggering themes in RP

🃏 Hosts both the casts of Honkai: Star Rail and Genshin Impact; knowledge of both lores is not needed!

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[atheliasnotebook]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do Kazuha, Xiao, & Thoma (separate)x fem reader where they‘re cuddling and the reader falls asleep and they just admire the reader for a bit? Thanks in advance!

Dozy Admirations

Kaedehara Kazuha x fem reader Xiao x gender-neutral reader Thoma x fem-dressed reader

TAGS: fluff, comfort (teyvat metro)

Sleepy time means cuddly time.

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Kazuha 💨

Honestly, you and Kazuha would be sitting down. Kazuha might have been cuddling up on a couch in his most comfortable hoodie—with you nestled carefully between his legs. he’s reading you his poetry collection, carefully picking up his pen and paper before piping up:

“Hey, ______… what should the theme of this piece be abou��“

And he sits there… gazing and admiring the way your hair has swept up and brushed over your face and shoulders. For a second, Kazuha notices your ruffled and rather loose clothing. Yet, he sighs and smiles, taking in the peaceful look of your sleeping self. He doesn’t feel flustered, per say—but he’s definitely taken aback. In one sense, he is worried. Wondering “Is she sleeping well” or “Did something at the academy happen today?”

But on the other hand… he can’t help but just look at you. Eyes wandering to every part of your body—not in any lustful or longing manner. He takes note of the folds of your oversized shirt… and the way your hand was gently up, resting on his chest as you lay on your side.

And he kisses you gently, pulling you closer with a blanket over the both of you.

“Sweet dreams, sunshine.”

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Xiao 🗡

Alright, now Xiao and you have agreed that a lot of touchy-feely stuff isn’t really his sort of thing. And you know what—you think that’s fine. But every so often when you’re alone, you’ll gradually brush your hand against his more often… and after a couple of days, Xiao would have gotten used to the immediate instinct of wanting to grab your hand.

Funny, the first time he did, he accidentally grabbed your hand as if he was going to disarm you, and recoiled back in so much guilt. You were fine, really! Since your job conditions cause you to undergo intense training of sorts, you’re used to a strong grip. But Xiao curled up in a ball in layers of blankets just mumbling:

“No… please don’t get any closer.”

And yet, the only thing you did was pull him closer, saying that everything was alright. Still being fresh in your relationship, for him to get used to being touched and physically affectionate is a lot to take in. So, one day, you were both on the couch—laying your head in his lap as you both are talking about your day at work—your eyes so happened to catch the better of you that evening when he was home early.

“It was peaceful…” he sighs and grumbles. “Until that guy that always hangs out with my boss was—“

And then he noticed you had stopped breathing for just a second, internally panicking and almost abruptly moving to hoist you up. And after hearing your shuddering breath, followed by a relaxed smile and hug around your shared blanket. He sighed a breath of relief, smiling… reaching out his hand to caress your face.

At that point, he never felt how soft you really were. sure, you shared a bed but… never really cuddled together. You giggled in your sleep as You felt something warm yet some coarse and calloused brush against your face. Xiao imagines that you were dreaming of something happy at that moment, despite how you had just fallen asleep a couple minutes ago.

Xiao, with another hand—afraid to wake you up, pulls the blanket closer and adjusts his legs so your neck wouldn’t be sore when you awakened. and holding one of your hands, taking only a couple of fingers and holding them in yours, says:

“Sleep well… thank you… for listening,” he smiles, closing his eyes and trying to embrace the warmth, attempting to fall asleep to the sound of your receding breath.

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Thoma 🍲

You are the Kamisato’s best friend! You love Ayaka and Ayato’s company, and study plus hang out with them outside of school when they’re not tending to their family matters. More importantly, after Ayato figured out that you had the biggest crush on his butler, he laughed and offered to hook you both up. Even if you felt embarrassed, he would tell Thoma in secret anyways—who ended up being extremely flattered and blushed like a mess! He… really liked when you visited. You laughed loud all the time, but he always found himself laughing somewhat boisterously when with you.

In the end… it just kind of ended up naturally like that. Now, you hang out with the Kamisato’s and Thoma every few days, and on Sundays interchangeably with them. One day, Thoma had some things to take care of in the house—but it wasn’t of utmost importance that they were concerned about disclosing the minor details with you.

So you came to visit, and Thoma had just finished placing a new vase of flowers on the pedestal at the foot of the railing of the stairs.

“Oh, hey ______!” he’s happy that he doesn’t have to be so formal with you, as with other guests. he pats down his pockets before running up to you and sweeping you up in a tight huh, spinning you around.

“Miss me?” he asks in such a teasing way. Of course, you do! What a stupid question. “I’m sorry to tell you, but I’ve got to finish up some final things—hey, you can join us—buuuuuuut there are some of your favorite biscuit cookies on the table in the living room~”

And with that, you were off in your separate directions. And you sat on the plush and fancy blue couches, snacking on the biscuit cookies with some fresh tea made by Thoma. Was he… expecting you? Was he anticipating that you would…

Never mind that, those were some good cookies. Best sweets you’ve had in a long time. Ever since exams, you just haven’t taken the time to eat better than you were currently. You laid your head on the armrest, thinking that it would be comfortable… before settling regularly into the mass of the furniture. Closing your eyes, you didn’t even realize how fast you’d fallen asleep.

Thoma, after about twenty minutes, comes in and sees that you’re not there...

“______, I’m finished wi—“ he starts to say before coming to the couches, noticing that you’re asleep. Immediately, he takes the remaining plate of biscuit cookies and teapot and sets them off to the side, before crouching down and just… looking at your face.

He thinks you’re gorgeous��� oh boy. he… wow. Your hair is... so pretty. Looks so soft... and luscious... and long. Your skirt is running up, too...

Without looking and taking his eyes from your relaxed lashes, he gently pulls your skirt down and takes a folded throw blanket, putting it over you and nestling himself between the armrest and you so he can place a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“Exams were hard on you, weren’t they…” he sighs, saddened at how he couldn’t be with you for so long. “Rest well…” he mumbles, sitting and thinking about what food to make you when you awaken.

[frogchiro]

I NEED MORE STRAY CHILDE AND CAT READER

YOU ASK AND I SHALL DELIVER (also i'm turning this into a possible lil threesome bc i need and i have 0 selfcontrol ;;)

fem!reader, hybrids, suggestive content, love triangle, age gap but reader is explicitly stated to be an adult, implied chubby reader, jealousy and feels, a tiny bit of angst?? but it's woven in between fluff so it's okay </3 also my terrible grammar

okay soooo...i was thinking about a kinda 'lady and the tramp' scenario but with a little twist? where you, the prized kitty girl, belong to an incredibly wealthy snezhnayan noblewoman. she is already on the older side, she never married or had kids and while living a lavish life full of extravagant banquets, travels across teyvat, meeting the most interesting people, sometimes it does get lonely in a big mansion you know? sure there are the servants and many other people who'd be more than willing to converse with her but a jumpy mousy handmaiden or some boring sycophantic dignitary or two can only do so much to be considered 'good' company.

after much thinking and careful consideration, the woman decided on buying a cat hybrid. the hybrid breeding business was booming all over teyvat, it basically became a staple for the wealthy to buy hybrids, dress them up like the most beautiful porcelain dolls and flaunting them on various official occasions like banquets or balls.

there was a large variety of well bred hybrids, all from most perfect and long lineages that would put the family histories of most noble houses to shame. from bunnies through sables, foxes, peacocks up to horse hybrids but it still wasn't perfect, all of them were boring; well, until she met you. a catgirl with fluffy shiny (h/c) fur combed and groomed to perfection, pointy ears standing high and proud and a lovely fluffy tail swishing as if annoyed by the disturbance behind you. from the second she saw you, she knew that you were the one that would keep her company. you were a cute young thing, just over 16 years old and the perfect combination of politeness, shyness and sassyness, not overly clingy and desperate to be bought but also not rude or hissy. yes, you'd be perfect.

and so began your new life with your new owner in a completely new environment. sure, you'd miss the facility where you grew up in but you were also excited what your future would hold for you and judging by the lady who bought you, you'd never have to worry about anything anymore.

a few years passed in bliss. you were now just over 20 and you really grew into your new life. ever since the nice lady brought you into your new home or rather a small palace, you lived a life of luxury as the favorite (and only!) pet of her ladyship. you had your own room, own bed stuffed to the brim with pillows and topped off with a silky see-through canopy, all designed in a lovely and tasteful (f/c) palette. you even had a personal chef and groomer! after all the favorite kitty of the household had to eat the best food and have her fur shiny and not a single tangle in sight; yes, life was calm and perfect for you.

well...at least until someone barged in at full speed. it was a ginger stray cat hybrid who called himself childe, ajax for friends which he insisted on becoming with you. stray hybrids weren't a rare sight to be honest, especially in a big metropolis like the capital city of snezhnaya, but they usually kept to the more shady parts of the town, scavenging the dark alleys and slums for scraps so it was quite a fright when suddenly a big, rough looking stray jumped over the fence and right next to the spot where you were sunning!

after hissing and yowling up a storm you realized that childe had no real ill intentions but you were still miffed about the situation, why was he here? how the hell did he even get here?

after a sheepish explanation from the scarred hybrid that he was just scavenging the area for food and he got wind of a new smell he just couldn't resist and had to check out the source! he really didn't expect for you to be the source and before he could retreat he slipped and fell into your garden and here he was...ta-daaa!

you didn't really buy it, the ginger cat literally spelled trouble by just looking at him but you kinda felt a little pity on him; he was a stray for gods know how long and while he was well build and very big, judging by the growl in his belly he didn't eat for a very long time.

just because you were a 'high-born' and belonging into a aristocratic family didn't mean you were cruel or heartless so you told the man to wait here for you as you sneaked into the kitchens and loaded a cloth full of different kinds of meats, cheeses and fruit and brought them back to him to eat. your heart squeezed painfully at the wide eyes of the stray as you gave him the wrapped cloth and wished him well, telling him not the eat trash anymore and if he were hungry then to just come here and you'll give him food.

and so started the quite unlikely friendship between you and the big stray, ajax, and you had to admit that the once seemingly meek and sheepish cat was actually the biggest troublemaker you ever saw! as your friendship progressed his true colors shone through and gave him an entirely new but lovable personality. ajax was funny, smart, cunning and a major flirt, often teasing you and making moves on you, then laughing boisterously when you flushed and hissed at him with your ears pulled flat against your head.

he even showed you his den! after weeks of convincing you to give into his pleas of sneaking out for the night because 'he wanted to show you something' you finally gave into his pleads and went with him, anxious to be away from your safe mansion but also excited for the new possible adventure.

what ajax hyped up to be his 'incredibly cool and super comfy den' was actually an old abandoned barn on the outskirts of the town. you weren't really impressed and by the look of your sour expression childe sweated a little but pulled you after him while promising that it looks much better on the inside...it really didn't but at least the attic of the barn was kept well enough and judging by the neat circle of old blankets, furs and pillows this was where the hybrid made his den and to be honest....it really was comfy.

you began to sneak out almost every night to meet childe at his barn, at least it gave you the privacy and you didn't have to worry about any patrolling guards or stray servants busting your secret friend.

soon the old barn became your second home and the circle of old raggedy blankets and pillows your new bed. it was quite liberating in some way to roll around in the nest with ajax, the catboy nothing but accommodating and happy to have you here with him. he loved to see you smile and purr up a storm when your were rolling around and nuzzling the blankets simultaneously leaving your delicious scent all over his place which often led to...some unsavory activities after you left.

but could you really blame him?! how can he not rub his cock and cum all over himself when he has the image of your perfect soft body burned into his brain and various sinful thoughts are occupying his mind the second he gets a whiff of your scent.

it will always be a secret but his favorite fantasy is of you abandoning your life at the mansion and have you run away with him. the thought of having you here with him at all times, hunting and providing for you, returning after each successful hunt to you as you smile and lick his cheek, the tiny mewls of your kitties the only noise in the otherwise silent barn besides the cracking fire in the rundown hearth and your loud purrs.

but this is all it will ever be, a fantasy. he couldn't possibly ever ask you of such a thing, such a sacrifice to satisfy his selfish desires especially after all the things you did for him. he knew painfully well that you are way out of his league, basically a princess to his tramp self; but that didn't mean he still couldn't cherish you and every moment he shared with you! yes, he was content with what he had. everything was perfect....until it wasn't.

while your lady didn't exactly know the details of where her prized catgirl went off to, she had the vague idea that you were...disappearing for the nights and coming back ruffled and dirty like some common stray and it got her thinking...what if you were lonely? what if you were just seeking out the presence of another hybrid? it wouldn't surprise her really, after all she was the one to buy you in the first place to quell her own loneliness so how could she be so selfish and possibly neglect the feelings of her favorite girl! and she knew just the perfect resolution for the issue...

imagine your surprise when one beautiful winter morning when you came down into the salon stretching and yawning to check out the noises that seemed to go on since the early hours only to notice your lady sitting on the recliner with a...hybrid standing right next to her.

you wouldn't lie when you said that you almost turned on your heel and made a beeline back to your room and hide under the various blankets of your nest. this hybrid...this...monster wasn't something you ever saw, even in childe.

the cat hybrid appeared to be older, much older than you with long flowing and well kept white hair topped with two pointy white ears and a neat beard. the man was tall, so very tall, and broad; his thick chest and arms partially covered by the fur coat he was wearing, but the most prominent feature of his were his piercing gray eyes. the slitted pupils looking almost like tiny diamonds inside his eyes when his stone cold gaze zeroed on your figure and you suddenly felt so tiny and exposed in your nightgown and see-through robe; your tail swishing anxiously behind you as the man glowered down on you.

finally after what felt like an eternity, your lady noticed you and beamed, jumping up from her seat and inviting you over to introduce the mysterious man.

his name was apparently pierro and he was the new cat hybrid your lady bought in order for you to no longer be lonely, plus judging by his sheer size he could also be your protector.

while your lady was happily rambling and telling you all about the process and all the benefits of pierro being here all you could do was stay quiet, ears pinned flat to your head as you and the big man had a staredown with you quickly loosing. you just didn't understand it! it was all a big misunderstanding! you weren't 'lonely' at all but on the other hand you guessed you got a little careless and sloppy about sneaking out to meet with childe. getting a bit too comfortable was a big mistake and you could understand it coming off as 'feeling lonely' to your lady, she probably was thinking that you were sneaking out to search for other cat people and now you were stuck with the older hybrid. maybe it wouldn't be so bad? after all, pierro looks like he's an older hybrid even for your extended lifespans, plus he doesn't really look like the type to chase you around and play or bother you, if anything he was looking at you like you're the one to bother him in your own damn house! ultimately there was nothing you could do anymore, pierro was here already and it looked like he was staying so you guessed you just had to suck it up for a bit and hold off on meeting with childe for the time being.

and so pierro stayed in the mansion for good. a few weeks passed already and honestly? it was better than you expected! just like you previously presumed pierro didn't bother you or even try to interact with you, most times keeping just to himself doing gods know what and yet you felt his constant presence, like a phantom lingering around you and keeping a keen eye on you.

even with this strange feeling you came around, breaking the invisible wall and actually trying to get pierro to at least like you a little bit which, to your great surprise, wasn't difficult at all.

the big cat hybrid was actually very pleasant to be around; he was mostly either reading something or lounging around on a recliner or next to one of the enormous fireplaces in the mansion and it provided a perfect opportunity to get to know each other. he had a very deep, rough and rumbling voice that send pleasant shivers down your spine any time you heard it, plus he seemed to naturally run hot so lounging next to him in front of the fire during a cold winter night proved to be a wonderful experience, his deep rumbling purrs vibrating and lulling you to sleep.

he even started to slowly allow himself to become more 'touchy' with you! at first it were just short and stiff nuzzles, just to acknowledge your existence, then it slowly evolved into more lingering touches, insistently rubbing his head against yours, grooming your fur with his tongue, wrapping his tail around yours and even full on spooning you when lounging on a fur rug. the ultimate sign of trust was when one night pierro invited you to his chamber to climb into his nest to cuddle and bond and you won't lie when you say you felt a hot tingle in your lower belly when you climbed into the enormous wonderfully soft nest that was drenched in his scent and you felt the man slowly rub his cheek upwards from the base of your tail to your shoulders and bit down softly, his huge fangs oh so gently clamping down on the back of your neck as he slowly pulled your back snugly to his broad hairy chest and laid down with you, his teeth still holding you.

the gesture was an incredibly intimate one, reserved only for mates but it made you feel all giddy and tingly inside, quiet purrs from deep within your chest mixing with pierro's rumbles and combined with the cracking fire from the heart it made for a wonderfully cozy and intimate soundscape.

you let pierro take care of you, his teeth finally letting loose of your neck to gently lick it with his rough tongue and growling lowly when he felt your hips shift under his, pulling you even closer and crushing you against his chest. his darling little kitten seemed to finally be relaxed in his presence, something he longed for from the very beginning when his new owner introduced you to each other. you finally stopped to sneak out so much the more open you became with each other and you no longer smelt like that wretched stray, childe.

pierro growled under his breath at even the thought of that tramp getting close to you and thinking he'd have any chance with you while you had him. instead he continued to lick you, down from your neck and towards your delicious full breasts feeling particulary naughty and sneaking a quick suck or two to your nipples, an answering delighted mewl from you all he needed to know.

now that the stray was out of the picture he had you all to himself and soon he'd mate you. while her ladyship was sometimes annoying him he had to begrudgingly thank her for bringing you two together although perhaps not in the way she thought. maybe you will present her with a nice healthy litter of well bred kittens next year with him as the proud father? who knows; for now though he had a needy kitty to take care of and the night was just starting~

unbeknownst to either of you, a pair of deep blue eyes was glaring at you from the balcony of the room. childe was furious, basically fuming from the inside but not at you, no, never at you, but at pierro for even thinking of trying to take you from him and at himself for allowing this to happen.

a few weeks back when pierro was just brought into the mansion you did warn childe that you'll be unable to sneak out as often as previously due to your lady bringing another hybrid into the household and to avoid suspicion you had to drastically cut down on your time together. at first he thought it wouldn't really bother him, he was a stray and used to being alone, but after so many weeks of having you so close, keeping him company and just simply being there for him made him feel dangerously attached to you and the knowledge that you had to stay away from him for an indefinite amount of time made him feel miserable and to add salt to the wound you now shared a space with another hybrid, pierro, out of everyone.

he vaguely knew the hybrid before; tall and broad in statue, stone cold exterior, a permanent scowl on his face that never seemed to wither. according to rumors the old hybrid had a lineage that reached as far as back to the ancient khaen'rhian people, due to that (and from what childe was aware) pierro couldn't be technically owned by someone, he was always just...there. so it had him baffled when he saw the man strolling through the gardens, his piercing diamond pupils turning into slits when they zeroed on him and made a face that could be only described as 'disgusted pity'. childe then pulled his ears back, the fur on his back standing on ends and was ready to pounce on him but retreated last second when he saw your soft body coming up from behind pierro and rubbing affectionately up against him. the ginger hybrid would lie when he said that his jaw almost hit the floor when he witnessed the scene and his blood boiled at the disgustingly smug look on pierro's face when he wrapped his long fluffy tail around you and returned your gesture before turning you around and walking away from him place of hiding like he was some afterthought you shouldn't be bothered with.

seeing you with the big hybrid, pierro, was like putting salt in the wound that he created for himself. why couldn't he confessed to you earlier? was he really such a coward that he couldn't even express his love for the girl of his dreams? and now he had to watch you being all lovely and cozy with the big male while he was left standing high and dry, plus he just knew that the white haired hybrid would rub his triumph all over his face the next chance he got.

'but just you wait', childe thought with a bitter scowl. it was just the beginning as sooner the abyss would freeze over than childe would admit defeat. you'd become his mate and he'd win your heart.

just you wait

[teyvatmetropolita]

IN THE HEART OF WILDS OF PANGAEA lies the lone city of Teyvat. A sprawling metropolis, teeming with intelligent life, the only sign of modern civilization in this great world. While the city's population is predominantly human, adepti and man alike have learned to live together in harmony. As a result, it's not unnatural to see the occasional adeptus roaming the city streets with talons, hooved or paw-like feet, even approaching other people if need be. Banded together in a single megalopolis, fantasy and science merge in harmony.

Teyvat Metropolita is a modern fantasy AU, discord-based literate RP server that aims to capture the magic of Teyvat in a more modernized setting. Visions, the Archons, and much of the lore remains unchanged, spiffed up here and there to fit in with the highly advanced metropolis setting.

We’ve got many features to look forward to, including but not limited to:

↪ Events to keep the roleplay fresh, from festivals to leyline disorders to weather warnings to game nights to local parties!

↪ Texting channels, including group chat, ask channels, social media, a bulletin board, and more!

↪ Expansive lore! Because people just couldn’t get enough of that one pizzeria.

↪ Many available characters! We just opened, after all.

↪ Tupperbox! For the sake of easy organization.

↪ A laid back, casual atmosphere! There might be some overarching plot here and there but ultimately we want this to be fun for everyone.

We’d love to see you start your journey today with an application! (Or reserve if that tickles your fancy.) Invite links will be DMed to applicants once they’ve been accepted. Muns must be over the age of 18 to apply. See description or open blog for navigation.

CURRENT EVENT: Windtrace

[paintalyx]

if i knew that someone would be as enthusiastic about this as i was, i would have probably done a spell check before posting that oh my god. guess i'll have to learn how to live with the mistakes of my past somehow (;v; )

(your additions are all absoloutely amazing, by the way!!)

first things first: i'm so sorry i forgot about water and earth, it's been a hot minute since i was obsessed with persona

some of your part time jobs could be helping xiangling in the wanmin restaurant (her social link unlocks better consumables and buffs) and working as a waiter/waitress in angel's share (you can often find diluc there after school)

it goes without saying that you should be able to date some of your social links regardless of gender, but i really like the matchmaking suggestion!! (perhaps it could be something optional to do in new game plus)

your story starts when your sibling suddenly disappears and the protag turns into an amateur detective to find them. a series of trails leads them to the metropolis called teyvat, where you transfer at the beginning of the year

there would be a couple of different schools in teyvat, so mondstadt's characters would all go to the same senior high school with you to achieve that "everyone knows everyone" effect (the school's facility also doubles as a junior high), but liyue characters you have to meet in different ways

while i'd still keep albedo as a seller because someone has to fill that role, i absoloutely adore the suggestion that some characters you'll have to recruit yourself (namely xiao)

now couple of social link story ideas: jean's is about her learning to accept her limits and letting herself relax (similar to makoto, she'd be struggling to live up to her mother's/family legacy aside from being a natural perfectionist), diluc's would be about moving on from his father's death and getting over his grudge against the knights (perhaps even rejoining them by the end), you follow sucrose as she learns how to stand up to herself and be more confident in her skills, you'd be helping albedo either with his experiments or abyss research as he gradually opens up to you (the link ends with him making a huge breakthrough and you also get to babysit klee with him on at least one occasion), you learn why lisa transferred schools last year... etc.

i didn't dwell on tartaglia too much, but i think that his shadow would look similar to foul legacy and it would be a boss that you fight near the end of the game. to compensate for this, his social link only has five ranks

don't get me wrong, you'd meet him as soon as your first week because him and the protag are the only two transfer students, but you wouldn't see him in abyss until a little later (when you find out that he works for a rival organisation called "fatui")

venti is rooming next to the protag for the sake of convenience; he's one of the characters who deliver exposition and he guides you through the tutorial

i thought that nameless bard would come into play as a part of a group that was clearing the abyss a long time before your story starts; during the tutorial, venti hints that you can't afford to die in the abyss, but we discover how he knows that particular piece of information only midway through his social link (perhaps he was originally a shadow similarly to teddie)

what if... genshin impact persona au...

bear with me, there are like five videogames in total that i've ever been obsessed with and these two are among them and the mechanics fit together surprisingly nicely (this is all i have for now but i might elaborate more in the future)

similarly to p3, you can still chose aether or lumine as the protag; they have different starter personas, as well as slightly different choice options and character interactions

it's the reverse of p3; lumine is the quiet, reserved and elegant, kind of mysterious as the protagonist, while aether sounds more upbeat and energetic and he's more likely to jump into action

paimon is igor's assistant in the velvet room

dainsleif could be there as well, but he'd either perform a different task than paimon (think marie from p4) or have an occasional cameo or be a lumine-only option like theodore

visions get swapped out for inheritance types depending on their element/elemental skill/burst effects

persona franchise ready has physical, fire, ice, wind and electricity (those are self-explanatory), but a healer like barbara or even noelle would absoloutely need to have bless type skills

since genshin has only five types of weapons, some characters would have to swap out (someone like jean would look absolutely stunning with a rapier and i stand by it)

first mission team could consist either of starter characters (protag, kaeya, lisa, amber) or prologue quest characters (protag, diluc, jean, venti); either way, dvalin is the main shadow there

i'm leaning towards the latter because, personal bias aside, i see lisa, sucrose and albedo as confidants who sell you stuff like medicine and weapons (think iwai and takemi)

characters i see as definite party members are amber, jean, kaeya, diluc, eula and mona (because mona would make the best navi ever, fight me)

other potential party members are venti, lisa, albedo, xiao, zhongli, rosaria, keqing, ganyu and beidou (some of these characters could easily pull off noncombat roles, some i can't quite picture working alongside mondstadt's characters and some don't have story quests yet)

i'm thinking that tartaglia should get his own shadow boss batlle and persona as well because??? c'mon, he could easily blend into p5's cast! he even has a mask!!! (oh, and he's definitely the shady foreign transfer student)

characters who didn't make cut for persona havers would still be relevant as social links

venti is the token link that levels up as the story progresses, as well as the token nonhuman character (perhaps zhongli would be one as well, except his revelation comes like mid-story)

personas are named after deities maybe??

similarly to p5, we get characters change outfits once they step into abyss, which is this au's equivalent of metaverse/tartarus/midnight channel

knights of favonius could be something similar to s.e.e.s (diluc is still a former member)

[atheliasnotebook]

hey, I really like your writing and saw that your requests are open(if I was looking at the right thing), so i was wondering if I could request a comfort drabble with Diluc for my friend? she's been struggling to keep up with her schoolwork(she does school online) and has been very stressed about it to the point of getting barely any sleep, and her family isn't helping or even trying to help, in fact they're making it worse and blaming her for her state. tysm in advance <3

breakfast is ready

pairing: diluc ragnvindr x reader

tags: angst (to) comfort, teyvat metro au

author’s note: I have not proofread this at all. Like, at all. I just saw the request and had some free time. I hope this enlightens your friend dear anon :) I know how it feels. Virtual school killed me too, and I needed to relearn topics for the SBAC testing today (and on Thursday).

it’s tiring. exhausting, even. you know—the constant smile to try and pretend that everything is fine. that smile where you feel it creeping in your teeth as it droops on your skin, you know, the one that makes it feel like you’re breaking apart with each word that falls from your lips.

and on top of that, your parents. your god damn parents, where—regardless of the relationship between you and them—they believe you are the laziest person for just being in the comfort of your room as you work on the assignments provided through your virtual academic courses. curse that writer’s block. curse that artist’s block. hell, curse all that unmotivation… and yet, you can’t do anything about it.

it’s hard to do school alone. but it’s alright—at least diluc, your neighbor that you’ve known ever since you were children, understands and guides you on the topics that you’re lost on. the president of your class in high school—always so popular with the ladies for being such a dashing man who was in charge of the esteemed company known as Ragnvindr Spirits, produced at the Dawn Winery down in the suburban areas of the Mondstadt District of the Metropolis.

oh, how enjoyable it is to pay a visit to dear diluc in the early hours of the weekend morning—of whom is alone at the house when you come ringing the doorbell. ah, he looks as refined and comfortable as ever.

“oh, hello (y/n), it’s been quite a while since we’ve last seen each other. please, feel free to take a step inside.”

you welcome yourself swiftly inside. no need for formalities now, but it seems as your handsome neighbor has grown up past his days of running around with kaeya and you with sticks in hands and pretending to play cops and robbers, pirates, or some other children’s game from the distant past.

you walk in, slipping off your shoes at the front door and gliding across the tile floor. once you enter the chambers of the general living space, you place the notebooks and other binders you’re carrying on the glass table carefully, making sure not to bump the arrangement of Italian Whites and other roses in a vase before throwing yourself onto the couch and curling up in the throw blankets.

strange. it was set out, but this time, Elzer, Adeline, nor any of the usual house attendants were present. your gaze wandered to the nearby entrances of the hallway for the guest rooms and the entrance to the dining area, where you constantly peered down the corridors to find someone that wasn’t… just diluc. of course, you’re not opposed to it just being you and your childhood friend. or rather, your your childhood friend who happened to be considered closer to a crush (maybe even a lover).

it was strange. the house, which always smells clean and pleasant, is filled with smell of fragrant meats and other scents… fresh bread? perhaps even something sweet that also lingers about the air as well…

“something is wrong,” he sighs, sitting down next to you—curled up in the warm blankets and looking to your notes, flipping through your small notepad as well—and reading the topics you desired to review with him. he mutters to himself quietly, feeling his heart tinge with a bitter pinch of sorrow. why is he playing stupid? he knew something was wrong the moment you walked through the door. the way you slumped your shoulders over and looked down at the floor as you wore a sweater with sleeves that run longer than your arms. the countenance of your face droops and outlines the bags under your eyes. “have you been sleeping well?”

what kind of question is that? of course you haven’t. and normally, you would answer him verbally, but all that you can do is shake your head no. it’s too tiring to say words. after all—everytime you have, your parents have remarked you as a lazy, unwilling, unmotivated, undriven disappointment of a child.

diluc creases his eyes—his eyebrows drooping as he scoots closer. why did he ask if your were sleeping well? he already knew the answer from how you’re curled up and don’t say a word to him, and the sudden visit after just a month and a half of never showing up or talking to him. you would… always talk to him… but nonetheless, regardless of how wounded he was from this thought that you didn’t let him know how much pain you felt, he clenched his fists together and cracked his bones, before relaxing and leaning on the back of the couch.

“are you okay?”

oh man, the blessing to hear those words from someone who actually cares. it hurts… damn, why is it so painful? and why are you happy even though the strands and threads that hold your heart together are thinning and barely holding together?

you’re crying before you even realize you are. it’s more of an instinctive choke, where diluc becomes worried and immediately pulls you in for a tight hug. how uncharacteristic for such a stoic man… he’s better with reassuring you with words. yet, more importantly, the embrace is comforting. not tight to where it feels suffocating, but feels firm enough to convey that he’s never going go let you go until you do first.

and poor diluc is wracked by such a sight. his exterior composure is quite impressive, but where his soul remains, he wishes to hold and comfort you—and be the only one who can do that, since your parents don’t seem to want to be that comfort for any reason.

“cry all you want,” he whispers as he readjusts you, resting your head in the nape of his neck. “i will always be here for you, my darling (y/n).”

darling? who? it takes you a second to just listen and mentally do a double take. ah, for how long has he wanted to say that to you, he can no longer remember. yet, the confession feels… actually, you’re not sure how to react to the initial confession. your sobbing stops for just a second, and you breathe in before exhaling halfway through your nose—and proceeding to exhale the rest through your mouth due to congested sniffles.

“i’ll be…” he smiles, wiping the tears away and caressing your cheek with his right hand. “i’ll help you once you are ready.”

his heart is practically beating out of his chest. in fact, he can hear both heartbeats from the only two people in the house, holding them in his hands practically. but he… finds a smile. it’s not that he was afraid to tell you, it’s that he was afraid that the time wasn’t right.

“once you’re… done crying—“ he continues, pulling you in closer and more comfortably. “come eat with me. it’s been a while since we’ve had a meal—and at that, one together. you can cry, and once you’re feeling a little better, we can eat and drink some water—and i can help you with the topics you don’t understand. does that sound… like a plan?”

you nod your head.

“i’ll provide you with whatever you need until you feel like you’re alive again. until then, shall you seek comfort after your tears, breakfast is ready when you are.”

[atheliasnotebook]

(Idk if I’m aloud to request still, sorry in advance if I can’t) can I request a Kazuha enemies to lovers? The ending is up to you <3

The Series of Written Apologies (Part 1/4)

pairing: kaedehara kazuha x gender neutral reader

tags: major story spoilers, angst to fluff

enemies to lovers, minor slow burn

author note: im so sorry this is what processed through my brain when i thought enemies to lovers T-T forgive me

Why bother with books? Why bother with intelligence? You believed that musing about poetic verses and other artistic things is what makes the world so boring. Of course, it's hard to remember the exact reason for your antics and reasoning now that you're out of high school and well into adulthood.

You teased the Kaedehara boy so much about it. Yet, you still stayed far, and so close at the same time. Back in that time, he would simply brush off your comments and smile as you looked at him with a smug sort of scorn. However, your high school years weren't so kind to both of you, but now as you meet his fiery ruby eyes tucked behind silver glasses, he looks at you with disgust and anger; whilst you, on the contrary, seek his forgiveness.

DAY 3027, LETTER 128

To Kaedehara Kazuha, I’m sorry for missing your birthday, not that you would have wanted to celebrate it with me, out of all people. I would have taken you out to that park with the pretty maple leaf trees that you always like. if you sang me songs, played me music, read my poetry, I wouldn’t care. I just want my time with you again...

It doesn’t matter though, the way you looked me in the eyes about 20 years ago will never leave me. I know, maybe some things I teased you about were a little far, but you should have just told me to stop. “what happened?” is all I wonder. I know it’s been years since that happened. maybe you’ve forgotten about me now, or better and worse yet, you still think about me like how I think about you.

All I want to do is apologize to your face. I’ll continue to search for you.

Signed, ______

You had folded this letter once again, pulling out one of your desk drawers and taking a cookie tin from the top, tucking it on top among the stacks of other letters that you had written to him. And as you close this tin that’s stacked on top of about eight, maybe nine other ones (four side-by-side), the familiar feeling of relief sweeps your nerves. Maybe he would forgive you if he saw the other 100 or something letters you wrote. maybe he would forgive you if you and he had sat down together—talked about what happened to his best friend, who was your best rival. But never mind that. You had to get some work down for your new research report for your co-worker—she’s been dying to get it for ages and peer review it since she’s been looking for something to do ever since her boss put her on review duty for missing class for an entire week.

You packed up your things, putting on some socks and your favorite shoes to go with, along with a long coat in honor of the late fall/early winter season. Why not take a walk to write at the Komore Teahouse? Maybe you could think about your late middle school days for the thousandth time—when you and Kazuha were somewhat friends. you see, moving on is difficult. ever since kazuha expressed such anger towards a person, you’ve always sat on it. More importantly, why did that person have to be you? Sure, maybe you took jabs at him for always being a bit of a nerd, but you never actually meant any harm. with every step, your heart seems to stay numb to that feeling of longing. You missed him.

More than anything, you missed him.

But the question that still remains is—do you miss him because you also miss Tomo? Or do you miss him because you were in love with him, and just didn’t realize it? Pangs of heartache left your heart wanting friends to spend time with like you did when you were in high school. The twins, Aether and Lumine, Albedo, Yoimiya, Gorou, Kokomi—what happened to them? Of course, you had to give it to Kokomi, she’s always busy doing her management stuff. Gorou? he’s teaching the kids how to fight—while you, on the other hand, are fighting your own mental battles. Yoimiya is probably testing out some sort of explosives somewhere, while Albedo is performing another experiment. You can’t just bother them and ask for their advice—their lives are busy enough… why burden them more?

Kazuha.

Kaedehara Kazuha.

Oh, how sweet his name feels as you mouth his name silently while fallen leaves carry on the wind. You almost feel pathetic, being so sentimental about someone you felt like you were always mean to.

[...]

“Kazuha—what are you reading? ‘How to Romance for Morons?’” you teased, crossing your arms as you peered over at the words on his page.

Kazuha just flipped a page, acknowledging your remark with a smile.

“Pffttt—you don’t attract anyone in this school, how would you even expect me to fall for you?”

“Do not raise your hopes, ______, desperation does not necessarily lead to fulfillment.”

“One, I am not desperate—and two, I don’t need any sort of fulfillment, especially romantic involving the likes of you.”

“Well..." he begins, "... judging by the look on your face, it seems as though—“

You clear your throat. “A-anyways—“

“Are you going to bring up your next fencing match results?”

“Y-yes, as a matter of fact—this time, I get to face off against Tomo!”

“Tomo?” Kazuha asks as he bookmarks the page and closes his book. “And do tell me why he is choosing to help you, I am quite curious.”

“That—“ you said as you leaned in close to his face before backing away. “—is none of your business, nerd.”

Kazuha smiles. “It is my business if you want me to list out all the mistakes you made at last practice.”

God, you knew your face was flushing. It was so ungodly apparent to the point where you’d actually rather read a book at that time than have to look at that Kaedehara boy’s face, with his stupid eyes and old-looking hair…

“And what are you going to do, get a career in writing lies and going to pointless interviews?”

“Well, I believe that it is better than spending my time doing nothing… unlike a certain someone I know,” Kazuha replies with a smirk before closing his book, packing it in his satchel, and slinging it across his shoulder.

[...]

It wasn’t like bullying, more like playful jabs. And yet, the stabbing that you feel in the pit of your stomach says otherwise. After all, you never know what could affect someone and what couldn’t.

Unaware before. Overthinking now.

Don't think about this now, you thought. there are more important things to worry about as it is.

As you come to creep up around the corner of the Crux Café, you wouldn’t have expected to see the same silver, maple-touched boy from your high school days in a gray apron and glasses, cleaning a counter.

You tried to speak. even though it was only you two in the immediate vicinity—and even though you wanted to apologize, waves of shock and fear passed over you. With only a chair and a few tables being the only space between you besides the counter, eye contact—added with a touch of anxiety, was the perfect recipe for instant regret.

You mouthed words. You stuttered. How could you be so stupid at this moment? You have it, just seize the opportunity!

“K-Kazuha, I-I—“

“We’re closed.”

He simply looks at you with defiant burning eyes of hatred.

“B-but—“

“Do not show your face here ever again—next time you do, i will not hesitate to—“

And both of you turn to see a curtain flip from behind the counter, and two other familiar figures emerge—one from childhood, another from family.

author's note: tysm for reading! im not really sure how to tag this time around and how my writing is, but i hope that with this blog, that i can improve my skills at writing romance! let me know what you think of my stuff either in comments/inbox! ❤️

[atheliasnotebook]

YOOO!

REQUESTING SOME MODERN AU! GOROU X READER<3

kazuha teases gorou so much about his crush on the reader that gorou ends up flirting with her and once he gets home he realizes what he did and aagehebej im sure u can do the rest <3

sometimes he…

pairing: gorou x reader both of you are students at an academy set between the districts of liyue, mondstadt, and inazuma named the "teyvat district academy

tags: (minor) angst (to) fluff, confession, teyvat metro au

sometimes he just stares at your back in the middle of class. he can’t help it—he was forced to sit behind you. but it’s fine—even if you were taller than him, he… didn’t really mind.

sometimes he passed by you in the halls, where he would be walking with Kokomi and Kazuha, and he would see you carrying an unreasonable stack of papers back to the teacher’s lounge—and he says to both of his best friends that he promised to help out a friend. the two of them watch him run off, his tail wagging helplessly and knowing that he’s head over heels infatuated with you.

and Gorou, who knows that you used to be interested in the men (whether it be the retainer or the head) of the Kamisato family. he knows that he didn’t stand a chance.

but little did he know that Kazuha, voted as one of the “Most Likely to Become a Poet” in your school’s yearbook—was actually trying to set both you and him up. albeit, he gave up on trying to confess to you a long time ago—but Kazu believes that if love is love, boundaries shan’t stop a person. and so, you adored and loved one of the cutest and all-time favorite students in school, while he abandoned and forgotten the idea of loving you, and thought of you as a great friend instead.

and he made himself believe that it was only friendship as well. but… his actions tell everyone otherwise. you see—people are curious if the vice president has a crush on anyone. everyone can tell how well Bennett and Fischl’s chemistry is, along with the relationship between the two men of the Kamisato family (of whom, to you—seem to have much more going on then what is actually displayed). but Gorou? he’s so busy—does he ever have time?

nonetheless, as he continues to help you when he has the chance, and spend both before and after school with you—he manages to fall weak to your charms and end up happily wagging his tail and perking up his ears—along with a sweet smile painted over his face with a dusting of pink on his cheeks. Kazu thinks that you both are adorable, however—one fact stands: he is god awfully oblivious to both you, and most of all… himself.

so, there’s this one time after the last class before the weekend in the winter where he’s wrapped himself up in a scarf that you made him for the holidays (in his favorite colors). he puts it away during classes, so when he took it out—the first one to take notice other than Kokomi, was none other than Kazuha himself. Kazu and Gorou had the same class, while you and Kokomi were in separate classes. you packed up your things hastily, walking down the hallway and up the stairs to walk home with Gorou—who also happens to be your neighbor.

“general!” Kazuha calls out his nickname for his friend just as he’s packing up and taking out his scarf. you were there with the boy of your dreams as the reknown poet called forth his compatriot.

“ah, yes kazuha? is there something you need help with?” Gorou asks as he takes out the scarf and wraps it around his neck.

“nothing,” Kazu smirks. “I just noticed your scarf… who is it from?”

“it’s from (y/n)! they actually made it themselves!”

“oh, is that so~?” kazu grins and chuckles to himself. “it’s such a pleasant surprise to find you wearing such a present from your lover.” and kazu is fully aware how much he’s teasing gorou—along with you, who’s blushing so much watching from the classroom doors.

“kazuhaaa! you know they don’t—“ he says, being interrupted by the other.

“winter is almost over—and with the falling snow that dances upon the gently-iced flowerbeds, your chances dwindle just as much as the days approach toward spring do—“

“kazuha, what do you—“

“picture this image, general—you are walking along the gardens in both the Inazuma and Liyue districts of Teyvat, specifically the Ritou Botanical Gardens—invited by the person made for you, bound to you by the strings of fate… (y/n)—“

“k-kazuha!” the dog-boy is visibly blushing. “i-it’s not like that, i…” and you’re blushing too, smiling and deciding in that moment to let gorou’s suffering end.

“gorou!” you call, a smile on your face as your cheeks are slightly pink.

“a-ah! (y-y/n), we were just—“

“talking about the weather, how lovely it would be for indoor studying,” kazu interrupts, winking and turning around to retrieve his own bag.

“(y/n), let’s just go—!” gorou drags you along by the hand, clearly flustered and embarrassed.

“gorou—is something the matter?” you’re playing dumb. hilariously dumb, hoping the flustered puppy doesn’t catch on.

“nothing at all! don’t worry about a thing, kazuha is just musing and rambling again…”

“well, i ramble just as much as he does, if i’m going to be honest…”

“yeah, but the difference between you and him is that i’m really happy when you ramble. you talking makes me smile and—“ gorou realizes what he just said.

“and i think you make me really happy. happier than i normally am.”

sometimes he’s angry—and that’s when someone decides to bring harm to you or Kazuha. and sometimes he’s flustered, thanks to you and Kazuha. and sometimes he regrets things that he says, but… this time, just like how his poetic companion spoke of the dancing snowflakes on the winter landscape—he wishes to dance with you throughout the snow, and maybe even the rest of the seasons.

he blushes, keeps stammering in his sentences before he inhales in, walking out of the building with you and nervously taking your hand in his, shaking and trembling with anxiety and yet, a smile on his face.

“(y/n)? w-would you be interested in… g-going out to the Ritou Botanical Gardens with me…?” he asks, and you smile and nod excitedly. man, he really owes the poet a favor for this one.

[atheliasnotebook]

gorou x female reader where theyre at a after-war meeting thing w kokomi,kazuha and the traveler and the reader accidentally brushes against gorous hand and they miraculously hold hands (BLUSHING SM)

so kazuha is like rlly confused and he tries seeing whats wrong until he notices them being all loveydovey and he pretends to gag.

and when everyone notices whats happening the readers pyro vision starts sparking in embarrassment!!

the rocks, the winds, and a spark

pairing: gorou x reader

tags: fluff, teyvat metro au note: semi-ooc kazuha & minor story spoilers

author's note: sorry it's so short anon ;; this is really cute man, sorry i’m not fully fulfilling the request of a female reader, there’s so much to imagine hrnghr and im like losing my mind due to my sickness it honestly might be Omicron :(

after the turf war between the Sangonomiya Clan and the Tenshukaku Gang, between the leader of the Sangonomiya’s—Kokomi, and the second-in-command of the Tenshukaku—Kujou Sara, leading these negotiations to stop all the gang violence, you were requested to accompany as an honorary mediator, staying mostly on the side of the Sango’s.

it was hard to say no for multiple reasons—the first being that Kokomi was so nice to you, hiding and taking care of you when you were on the run from the Tenshu’s for challenging Ei’s position for the boss—but the second reason being that you couldn’t help but find the first-hand man of Koko’s clan to be so… charming. i mean—just look at him—his hair is a little disheveled half the time, but that’s where the charm is! and he tucks his oversized shirt halfway in his black cargo pants… it’s all an organized sort of messy—save for the black and red hoodie he likes to wear as well. for special jobs outside of the turf between the Narukami and Watatsumi sectors of the Inazuma District, he goes out with a suit and tie, along with gelled hair—you tend to see him walking out sometimes as he casually waves goodbye to you.

and god, you’re going crazy over the fact that’s he is standing right. next. to. you. he’s in his regular street clothing, as per the tradition of negotiation—but the both of you are well aware that if any of the lackeys slip up, the settlements are off—and an ultimate gang war with the leader and second-in-command will go down in the history of gang legends. Kazuha, who is standing on the side of the Sango’s, watching you and Gorou awkwardly stand next to one another—you, twiddling in anticipation—and Gorou, who is fixated on the negotiations, eyes flipping between every member to make sure that nobody steps out of line, his ears ever so slightly twitching to hear what’s going on in the back. and your hand—which is so close to his—is taken into his grasp as he holds his breath in anticipation. Kazu is confused until he sees you madly blushing, and he whispers under his breath, “ah, i see how it is now…”

“be careful, there may be danger awaiting us—“ he whispers—his eyes looking towards the back of his clan’s side, and turning back towards you. “woah, hey—are you okay? you’re looking flushed… i can get you to—”

“no—it’s okay… don’t worry—“ you reassure him, blushing furiously in embarrassment and nervousness. butterflies flutter about your stomach and invisibly dance on your shoulders as you whisper back. you can feel the charm on your necklace chain flicker and spark bright shades of reds—and both Kujou and Koko turn to you.

“it’s nothing—please continue—“ you say as you hear his obviously loud chuckling from Kazuha sitting up on a windowsill. at this point, everyone is looking towards you—some of the older members chuckling, while others seem to be a little too on edge and confused.

Gorou walks over to whisper something in his boss’ ear, and she gives a nod—looking to you and smiling with a wink. you blush even more; stammering and slowly falling weak.

“pardon me, but my first-hand-man is going to take our honorary guest back for some medicinal remedies—we can still continue the negotiations, or save them for another time,” she says, standing and crossing her arms, adjusting her coat.

“let us continue, let that fugitive of yours stand in for your first-hand,” she replies, also standing and nodding in the direction of Kazuha.

Kokomi gestures for Kazuha to come down, and you watch as he swiftly slides down walls to come stand beside this beautifully pink-haired girlboss. Gorou sweeps you up, seeing you become a little shaky in your knees, afraid that you might collapse for some reason or another. you blush even more so, as Kazuha smirks in your direction—giving him an angry and flustered glare his way.

you can only think about how cutely oblivious this boy is, his ears drooping in concern, only wanting the best for you. he’s not too sure why you’re feeling this way—but based on the assessment of your condition, he firmly believes that he should help you. god damn—you’ll never hear the end of this from Kazuha and Kokomi…

“we’ll get you some water once we’re at my house, alright? just hang tight,” he firmly states as he pulls you closer while carrying you in his arms.

[atheliasnotebook]

Falling Leaves

pairing: kaedehara kazuha x gender neutral reader

tags: first post, fluff, confession, teyvat metropolis au

Autumn in the Liyue district of Teyvat is more attractive than any other part of the city. After all, there is something about the way the orange lights blended perfectly to make the barista at the Crux Café look even more gentle and beautiful.

WEEKLY AGENDA

MONDAY: study, attend class

TUESDAY: study, work…

WEDNESDAY: work, studying (at café(?))

THURSDAY: work café again (☕️ time.)

FRIDAY: work sleep/date night (if I even find one)

You’re aware of how much you hate your schedule, almost as much as the next person. Sleeping barely enough, going to your job on off days when you’re not going to class and studying in your free time.

The boss never gives you time off, and knowing yourself, most likely, you were just minding your own business—but your boss decides it’s more entertaining for you to take their hours than theirs. Nowadays, gas is expensive—and deliveries are just exhausting. sitting in traffic, getting tips for delivering food, and then having your boss get a little too mad at how much you’re earning. Additionally at a free price; you can also receive 8/10 shitty customer remarks a day for the low price of your mental sanity.

But alas, Wednesday has come—no work (at least, hopefully), and no classes, but now, it is time to study. Normally you study in the confine known as your apartment, however, your roommate has temporarily kicked you out in order to either party, invite “friends” over, or drink ungodly amounts of alcohol—of which generally fall into the same category more or so less.

And so, to the cafe it is, specifically—The Crux Café which is well known for the yearly rotation of drink specials made from all across the world. Those who want to work at Crux are able to participate, of course—it is open to all people that have some sort of record as a barista. and speaking of that yearly rotation—the competition was actually being held the day that you had walked in.

If you knew that the competition was being held, you would have probably gone out to study somewhere near the harbor. The café was god awfully loud, before a booming and almost commanding-sounding voice erupted over the establishment.

“Welcome baristas—let’s lay down a few rules…”

A woman in an eyepatch and prosthetic leg, dressed in all sorts of purple, white and brown robes starts to explain. not enough for you to care to listen to the rules as well, but out of the corner of your eye peeks a ponytailed silver-haired man, simply observing the crowd of baristas here for the competition.

Red highlights in his hair, a white collared shirt, and an apron, with a black belt and a chain with a maple-lead keychain looped through his black jean belt loops. Something about the way his crimson eyes were a piercing gaze that seemed so gentle, observant, and yet—so mysterious. Working customer service has accustomed you to observing the natures of people, and you utilize such to get the most out of your work, but when you look at the man who is just barely taller than you by a couple of inches, you can’t help but feel almost defeated by how unreadable he is.

And as you stare at him for the next few or so minutes—laptop open and eyes scanning him up and down, you don’t seem to realize that he too was staring at you from just the corner from behind the counter. You blush out of embarrassment, but, in return, he pays back a sweet smile filled with all sorts of different emotions.

And maybe it’s just the lights of the café that make him look like an actual force of nature—or maybe it’s just his smile. Perhaps it’s the way how he kindly and humbly interacts with everyone, utilizing rather old-fashioned language for the modern time… or maybe it’s the fact that he comes over to you, holding a white coaster and mug in one hand, and some paper and pen in the other, while gently curving his lips into a grin.

“Hello… is… this for me? I didn’t order this—“

“It’s on the house.”

You start to scan the café, attempting to try and find the person who bought you this beverage.

“You have no need to worry. After all, I was the one who made the drink for you.”

“W-well… thank you… mister…?” you ask, attempting to look for a name tag or something you can call him by.

“Kaedehara Kazuha—but Kazuha will do. and there isn’t a need to be so formal.”

“Thank you… Kazuha, is there anything I can do to pay you back?”

“Then perhaps we could go out for some pastries tomorrow... if you are insistent on trying to pay me back?”

Autumn had never felt warmer in such a lifetime.

[atheliasnotebook]

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[atheliasnotebook]

im dead on this app i need help

wanna write gorou+reader, but what’s his profession???

- martial arts instructor

what a good teacher. self defense classes maybe?

- police officer/security guard

is this now an enemies to lovers plot???

- actor(???)

like bro just imagine kokomi as his makeup artist/manager tho id want to see all those films

pls help im dying to write gorouxreader

[atheliasnotebook]

honeydewed reaffirmations

character(s): tighnari, kaeya, diluc, childe, heizou, kazuha, albedo (bonus: thoma ft. the kamisato family)

⭐ note: reader is gender neutral unless specified otherwise! ⭐

tags: fluff, comfort, teyvat metro au, fun facts about common ailments (don't worry, they're just common things, they aren't described in horribly gross details),

warnings: mentions or minor display of blood (childe, kazuha), pet name: "baby" (childe), pet name: "lovey" (kazuha), story spoiler that's been alternated to fit the teyvat metropolis au (kazuha), pet name: "pumpkin" (albedo), pet name: "babe" (thoma)

author’s note: guys i've been suffering the past month with infections and colds, and in the month that I've descended several layers of pain as if they were the circles of hell, I've officially become a certified heizou simp. god, it's so clear who I clearly favorite more than the other in this post...

it's that time of year when everyone falls ill (despite the care that they give to their bodies). so, how does your boyfriend for you in such dark times?

🌳 tighnari [acute otitis externa] (infection in outer ear canal)

"and what did i say about using q-tips everyday?" the fox says reprimandingly in a soft tone and disappointedly sighs with drooping ears as he pats down on his bed, pointing to your head before pointing to the pillow.

you couldn't help it. for the past few days, it felt really good to scratch those itches at the very start of your earhole every so often. and sometimes you scratched it too hard, so you took another one of those cursed white cotton-tipped sticks and wet it with water—only to dive back in and "soothe" the pain. and eventually, you decided to scratch deeper into your ear, but not more than 3 centimeters in.

little did you know that not only would you heavily irritate your ear's canals by doing that, but allow any outside bacteria to say "hey, that part of (y/n)'s body is looking extra scrumptious today..." for the most part, 'nari noted that it's not good to use q-tips every day, and in general, never at all. all it really does is push your earwax further down your ear. sure, feels nice—but it's more harm than good.

your ear is on goddamn fire. your earlobe is comparable to the color of the packaging on a red bottle of painkillers resting atop the bedside table, and you swear that the pressure building in your ears will make your head explode. understanding the gestures of tighnari, a well-known pharmacist in the sumeru district of teyvat metropolis, you lay on your side and adjust your head on the memory foam pillow in his apartment. trying not to focus on the pain, and rather, on the fox-fellow's question, you answer with the acknowledgment that you, in fact, shouldn't have used so many or scratched at your ear with them.

the pharmacist pulls out a tiny bottle of eardrops, which he holds with only his pointer finger and his thumb as he quickly unscrews the cap.

"i made this prescription with the orders given by your doctor. it's not going to burn, but it may feel like your ear is going through a freezer. you will need to lay with it in your ear for quite a few minutes..." 'nari explains while scooting closer as he adjusts his grip and leans forth, with one hand on the bottle and the other resting near your face on the sheets.

"hold still for me. if it makes you feel any better, you can hold my hand."

crying from the headache, you close your eyes and sniffle as you embrace the cold droplets of medicine running down your ear canal and filling up the crevices of infection. for just a second, everything in your body feels just as cold as the droplets, and you're startled by how chilly it feels—you grip 'nari's hand for some support. although you can't see him through closed eyes, his fluffy ears droop slightly as he wrinkles his brows, just wishing for you to be in the least amount of pain possible.

"you're doing great," he nods, smiling and sighing with creased eyebrows as he wiped your tears away—while finally pressing a kiss to your forehead and caressing the top of your head with his thumb. "just make sure to heed my advice next time, and let me know if anything else begins to hurt, alright?"

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❄️ kaeya alberich [pyrexia] (fever (due to exhaustion))

he with sigh and chuckles. "you always complain how my hands are freezing whenever you want to hold them—but now you're begging for me to rest one on your head as if I'm some sort of deity?"

you groan out, weakly flailing a hand out in the direction of kaeya's voice to search for his hand in the darkness of your closed gaze. you're not in the mood for kaeya's ever-so-teasingly and slightly sly comments, and just want everything to be closer to the apex of human homeostasis. everything hurts. why is the world so mean? why is your work so mean? even kaeya is a little salty that they're giving you tasks with such harsh and quickly-upcoming deadlines while you're sick. everything feels too hot, even when you've got only one thin blanket draped over your body. mumbling out a few words, you can only express your desire for something cold.

"you can use my hand as a cooling pad..." he begins to explain with a chuckle, "... only if you can promise to stop staying up late working and drink water instead of drinking coffee or those energy drinks from the convenience store down the block."

while you groan in defeat, disappointment, and understanding, kaeya stands up to wash his hands in the bathroom sink of your master bedroom, quickly drying off his hands with a towel as he takes his seat once again on the same wooden stool that he just rose from.

"work can wait. that's why you have co-workers to help you when you're not there—" he reassures, cracking his hand before gently resting the back of his palm on your forehead to simply check your temperature, before, rotating it to cusp over the entire surface gently with his fingers. you melt in the freezing temperature of his body heat.

although you don't know what he looks like, you can feel the cloth of his loose lounge shirt tickle your wrist as he decides to readjust from the stool to sit on the bed right by you. you smile weakly at the touch and sound of the creaking frame, and he too reciprocates unknowingly to you. although he is cocky, he does it because he loves you. although it pains him slightly to see you in such a state, he puts the fact that you need to prioritize your health above anything else.

"make sure to let me know if my hand only ends up making you feel warmer. we don't want you to literally become a baked potato, now, do we?"

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🔥 diluc ragnvindr [myalgia] (muscle pain)

"come on, sit up. let's see... hmmm... did you injure yourself again carrying something, or did you fall asleep in an awkward position?"

whatever your answer is, if it is one of the two propositions from above—diluc would respond with:

"you know, if you keep doing that, you'll end up with worse posture than those wavy balloon men at the gas station," and then proceed to immediately come over and press his warm hands against the skin for 20 seconds to a minute before digging his thumbs and rubbing them in circles just the right amount into your skin to provide some sort of relief.

if it's not, whether it be stiffness in the neck from a hunch, soreness in the shoulders from awful posture, cramps from a period, diluc will always say:

"tell me where it hurts, then."

nope, not even a question of "where does it hurt," just a commandment and promise that he will do everything in his power to make you feel better. when your muscles ache that bad, he'll bring over a bucket of hot water and some small and smooth rags to drape over your affected area(s). diluc, although he's not a man for active conversation, can still analyze pain points from just a glance with you. there have many times when you just haven't complained about the problem, but he has taken note of the problem and mutters how much he doesn't want to keep seeing you in pain like this. being one of the richest men in the entire district (and is one of the most affluent in the city) has its perks, so he's thinking about finding one of the best people in the city to come and give you a diagnosis while hiring someone else to temporarily soothe the pain.

"i've yet to find a standby masseuse to treat you when I'm working. how about calling up...—what? you don't want a masseuse...?" he asks, tilting his head confusedly as he works his way into your muscles.

"... fine," he sighs, pulling you slightly closer to him and kissing your cheek. "but I can only massage you in the mornings and late evenings due to work. if your soreness becomes a problem during the high noon, so I can fetch an attendant to come and assist you."

"you have to let me know... can you do that for me?" he shudders, taking his arms and wrapping them around your waist while resting his head gently on your shoulder. "i trust you," he begins, his gaze fluttering to yours. "—but i cherish you too dearly to let you suffer with this hardship on your own."

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🐳 childe [minor abrasion] (accidental arm scrape)

"how did you manage your scrape your arm like this?" he asks, chuckling as he takes a gander at the underside of your arm—which trickles a stream or two of blood and bears some scraped skin that parts to the sides. "don't tell me you got into a battle with the table, now."

you shrug and shudder when he gently presses his thumb on the edges of your inflamed skin. again with the sly ass comments. in your defense, cleaning the dining room table shouldn't be that hard, but you tripped on accident and scraped your entire arm on the corner of the mahogany furniture piece. it stings a bit, but it isn't too deep in, thankfully. with care, he takes your other hand and replaces it with his—which is the one propping up your arm in midair.

"go take a seat on the couch while I go grab some bandages," he states before heading down to the hallway's bathroom. you oblige to his orders, adjusting your arm so your blood doesn't drip all over the floor as you approach the soft cushions in the living room.

ten seconds pass, and you hear the soft and nimble footsteps of childe's stride getting louder, looking at his white and gray-toed cloth socks contrast with the polished wooden floors of your cozy home. taking in the scent of his cologne, your eyes drag from the floor up to his hands carefully unwrapped a tiny alcohol towelette.

"it shouldn't get infected that easily, but it's better to be safe than sorry. grip my arm if it the pain is too much," he says, carefully dabbing at the edges to clean the dried red rivulets on opposite sides of your arm.

it doesn't hurt, and yes—you were cleaning to clear your mind before attempting to search for a newfound inspiration. after a few seconds of ajax occasionally pecking you on the wrist as he wipes, he inches slightly closer to the wound, focused on his handiwork rather than how your nails dig into his arm.

"i know it stings, baby. after i'm done bandaging you, I'll give you as many kisses as you want, sound like a deal?"

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🔎 shikanoin heizou [acute tussis] (coughing)

"oh my... that cough of yours is getting heavier by the day—you remembered to wear a jacket on our tour with the general at watatsumi, didn't you?"

nope. in fact, you did not bring a jacket. in fact, you're so used to the hot desert-like weather in the sumeru hiking area that you still feel like everything is always too warm in the fall—you just happened to forget to bring your coat on the one day you left from taking private investigation jobs near the city. curse the city weather for actually being on time. damn the water making everything cold. watatsumi park is so pretty, but you swear, getting sick like this is a hindrance to the agency, considering how being heizou's partner literally doubles and lessens the load for incoming cases. sure, maybe your co-workers are slightly happy that they'll actually get a chance to take a case before you and mister no. 1 detective do, but they still show an ounce of sympathy for your declining health.

although you are an investigator, most of your work is closer to a lawyer than an actual detective—a perfect match for the tenryou forces. it's a job that can doesn't require a lot of adventuring that may risk your health, and lets you help people in your own sort of way at the front.

your gaze drops to the floor with an awkward chuckle, following with a negative reply to heizou that you forgot to bring something warm. he sighs, clicking his tongue and creasing his eyebrows with a head shake.

"you may have done outstanding in your most recent court trial, however, you must not disregard your own body in spite of your achievements."

he sighs, pushing in a stray chair to the white marbled island counter while taking a small, plastic box out of the fridge with colored orange-beigesque paste inside—on the front, reading "miso paste."

"i'll get the water boiling so i can make some soup for the both of us. in the meantime, i will go grab a bunch of warm blankets so you can curl up on the couch and relax. if you want cough medicine, it's in the fridge. i recall how you didn't like the naku weed flavor from last time, so instead, i bought another bottle of a different flavor that i thought you might like at a shop in ritou."

the detective's ever-so-observant, as always. not even three days after you've returned, he's made sure to prepare some remedies so you feel like you can take on the world, like he knows you can do. he holds the stove dial for a second, listening to the ticking of the burner before rotating it just a smidge.

"when you feel as though your health is improving, we can go eat wherever you wish to celebrate of our accomplishments."

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🍃 kaedehara kazuha [orthocoronavirinae] (covid-19)

"please stay in bed," he mutters, approaching with a baby blue facemask covering half his face and a bowl—black on the outside, and red on the inside, all with an inversely-colored spoon to ladle your soup with.

he only says this since you tried to get up. your body feels heavy, and kazuha can tell just by the way you take off the blankets and walk like an old grandparent. it's like the world decided to take 250% of your body weight and split it between two invisible boxes, and then balance them on your shoulders. everything feels like a cold, but worse. but not worse than pneumonia kind of bad. sure, you're hacking up a congestion storm, sniffling as though you got out of the worst rain weather imaginable, and shaking like you've stepped off of dragonspine, but at least you're not whooping up any blood.

"you need not worry, lovey, please—lay down. i have called up your company and have already reported that you have covid. with the new work law in our district, they are granting you an extended paid sick leave," he explains, pulling up a tv tray and propping it up over your lap.

carefully, he blows on the soup through his mask (like a silly goose) and sets it down on a stone coaster. it smells slightly salty, but doesn't quite have that gentle scent like miso does. it's light, and has a couple of tiny seaweed squares soaked in the soup. chicken broth, perhaps? if you like eggs, the entire soup blankets ropes of the fluffily-stirred ingredient.

kazuha's love language is through his gestures. when he was homeless after escaping from the tenryou police for a crime he didn't commit, he developed a more profound sense for appreciating the small gestures for others. although he had no home, strangers in smaller towns or standalone homes were more than happy to house the wandering fellow for a night from the storming rain. he loved all things about nature; however, it's much more difficult to appreciate the natural world in drenched clothes. so, thanks to that, he chooses now to reciprocate even the smallest things for you. started off with you kissing him on the cheek, and eventually, he would give you one back. if you brought him food one day, he'd bring your favorite dessert the next day on his way home from work.

and lately, you've been worrying yourself sick over your co-workers and the most recent project results that you must have not paid any mind to your coughing teammate in the elevator, even after they reported their illness. and more importantly, how does kazuha even remember the cell # and extension to contact your supervisor? you complain sometimes about how much work your boss (yae miko) is giving you, whether it's about marketing and calculations, printing, writing, or even cover art.

you smile, nodding and whispering a "thank you" before sinking the spoon beneath the food's surface. you watch the edges flow in (and if you like it, the fluffy egg strands) with a seaweed square. kazuha smiles back, takes his two fingers and presses them over his lips—kissing them before gently touching your cheek with the same digits. you giggle at the caution of his action, but also at his magnanimous gestures.

"hm? was giving you an 'indirect' kiss like that too goofy for you? if that happens to be true, I shall depart for just a moment to go grab you a small bowl of rice and the little mini-projector so we can watch some anime together, is there anything else you want?"

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⚗️ albedo [hemicrania] (migraine)

"hello, uh, it's me, pumpkin—" he mutters, quietly creaking the door open.

you whimper loudly at the blinding light that meets you, even when your eyes are shut tightly trying to try and rid of this stupid migraine that pounds at your head. this is your first time getting one in years—so why does it come to bite you in the ass on your only free day?

"i had no knowledge of what would be better for you... so, logically, i brought a couple of medicinal pills, along with an ice pack—which one would you like?"

"both," you curtly reply, wanting to cry from the pain. but actively draining your body of any water—especially from your eyeholes—would merely obliterate whatever sanity and pain tolerance you currently have left.

you hear his boots quietly across the floor, knowing that he's getting closer just from hearing the rustling of his soles up against the rug beside your side of the bed. although you can tell that he's right next to you, he places the back of his palm on your head, lifting and setting something glass on your bedside cabinet.

he hums observantly. quietly, he mumbles: "how much does it hurt?"

where do you even start? you can't even think, but if you were able to put it into words—it's like having awful tv static assaulting your eyeballs while you're getting slapped across the face repeatedly. why does your brain have to be "asleep," and not... like... your leg, or something?

"too much to even give a response, huh?" he asks, sighing sadly as he gets on his knees to kiss you on the forehead, before gently retracting back. "that's quite alright, then."

desensitized to other sensory effects, he whispers gently in your ear.

"let me know when you wish to take your medicine," he remarks, removing his hand as he puts the soft and icy jello-consistency receptacle atop your head. "squeeze or tap my hand, and I will be more than happy to help you take it, if needed."

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🧹 thoma ft. the kamisatos [syncope] (passing out/fainting) {dedicated to @mako-yaki}

"hey, uh, babe? you look like you're drifting in and out of sleep every other few seconds... do you want to take a break real quick?"

being a port worker is hard.

seriously, like, it's fall coming onto winter—and everyone's dressed too warmly. how is everyone gone? seven team members, and you are the only one left for commission. thoma and you are the only ones around. but... good thing you're with your boyfriend. you wouldn't have minded being alone, but knowing yourself—you would simply just be complaining the entire time. although he's on official business to check the quality of the newest shipment for Inazuma's winter festival has been shipped, you still smile despite your fatigue. you feel like falling, but your head feels lighter than air. why does the sky look brighter, but your hands look darker... whatever, you just need to hold out for another hour, and then you can take your off-days to sleep.

"uhm... earth to (y/n), are you feeling okay?—" he'd ask, before watching you drop your clipboard and collapse in the middle of the dock.

-//-

opportunely and untimely at the same time, it seems as though ayato and ayaka were coming in together from their separate businesses from different locations. as they spotted thoma, ayato spotted your swaying figure and how you kept shaking your head vigorously over and over (it was mostly to wake yourself up, but it seemed to prove otherwise).

ayato cocks an eyebrow in confusion.

"what are (y/n) and thoma talking about? is it about our request for mister zhenyu and calx's presence at the upcoming festival?"

ayato shakes his head, crossing his arms as his pure-refrigerator white coattails flap in the gentle sea breeze. "no, i asked thoma to check on the newest shipment of butter crab for tomorrow's feast. from the last time i heard, i put him in such a tight 'pickle' that not only could he buy any crab anywhere, but he also went hunting for the crab himself."

ayaka laughs as she folds her fan in, her eyelids closing as her lashes flutter, and her complexion flushes a very light pink.

"oh, you know him brother—as he says..." ayaka says, raising her hand and pretending to gesture a strong arm. "'if there's a will, there's a way!'"

"yes, he is quite the... character..." ayato remarks, keeping his eyes on your body, which sways ever so slightly. "ayaka, why does (y/n) look like they're about to fall over—" he inquires just a second too late as ayaka.

"babe!" thoma ignores your clipboard, but catches you on your descent down to the splintery wooden bolsters of planks, cushioning your fall carefully as he quickly hoists you into his arms.

ayaka stops in her tracks, while ayato comes running over, swiftly picking up the clipboard. he scans over it in a flash—questioning why all your team members have called out for the past week. ayato, flashing thoma a swift glance, checks your vitals without taking a second to interrogate or ask any questions. your heartbeat seems normal, but taking your palm in his hand, he feels a bead of your sweat trickle down his pointer finger. waiting about ten seconds, ayato huffs a breath and sighs a bit of relief.

"get them to the international trade association's guest room immediately. I'll be off to have a word with the harbormaster right now," he orders, nodding in unison with thoma, who resupports your weight while picking up his pace. as they run, thoma looks to ayaka. "milady, could you run ahead and let kurisu know that we're coming? prepare a couple of towels and fetch some extra pillows too."

"right!" ayaka says, speeding off in the direction of the trade association, while ayato speedwalks towards the ritou goods warehouse.

thoma, heart racing, and adrenaline rushing through his veins like the incoming afternoon tide, mutters through hasty breaths: "you'll be okay soon, (y/n)..."

[ ... ]

"hey..." you hear in your quivering consciousness from what seems to be a worried lady. everything's black... you probably should have paid more attention to your condition.

"shhh, don't be so loud... don't... them to wake..." you also hear, a familiar deep timbre resonating in a mixed quiet reminding whisper.

you groan, letting your eyes flicker shut and open for a couple of seconds, absorbing the time to blink. everything's so bright... and everything feels so soft... dazed, you note the light blue blob darker blue-headed blob dressed in white... pink, and bluer splotches painted among a brown and tatami-green backdrop, alongside a red, black, and white blob with what looks like low-resolution blurry hayneedles for hair.

"hello, (y/n)? how are you feeling?" you hear a female's voice pipe up. she shudders in the tone of her voice as she carefully holds your left hand in a soft towel.

"... who is that?"

"that's ayaka, babe. i'm thoma, and her older brother—ayato—is also here."

"... sorry, yeah... i knew that. i'm just... dizzy..."

ayato props a hand behind your back, and you realize that your feet and head are slightly higher than your torso. helping you up with careful deliberation, he smiles as he holds out a glass of water. "drink a little bit of water if you're going to keep talking."

carefully tilting the glass, you part your lips to slowly take in at least half the glass. hot meeting cold feels like heaven settling within your body.

"don't be sorry about something like this, we all care a lot for you! we're going to stay here until you are in a better condition to return home."

"i got your supervisor to suspend your activities for the next two weeks. hehe, they too will be suspended from their duties for the next two weeks."

"(y/n), we all want the best for you, so just let us know if you need anything," ayaka remarks, smiling as she watches thoma caressing your cheek to her right.

"please don't overwork yourself like this until you break. if you don't tell me next time, you'll break my heart."