#ayato x gn reader

[nariism]

ink to paper — k. ayato

mutual/oblivious pining + "don't look at me that way."

synopsis. yes, he thinks. what would he do without you? well, his schedule would be a mess, for one. and he wouldn't know how to cut bunny ears into his apples, either.

wc. ~1.2k

— for @kruinka and @ph-xntasy / @yuellii 🫶 | event masterlist ✉️

You've cut his apples into petit rabbits today.

The ink at the end of Ayato's brush has soaked through his page at least three times since he started scribing, big globs of black ruining what could have been a beautiful sequence. And the culprits for distracting him taunt him with their little red ears.

In fact, they've been sitting for so long that the flesh of the fruit is starting to brown. How long has he been unproductively glancing up and down between his paper and his breakfast? 

He had told you that they were in season as a passing comment the last time he saw you—nothing more than a throwaway line to make conversation. Yet here you are, showing up at his table with a tray of his usual breakfast and something extra. Something hand-crafted and too cute for him to even fathom putting into his mouth.

It seemed that you had a special place in your memory for him. He could bring up the smallest wish and it would show up on his desk the next day.

It was your job to know him inside and out, after all. Your sole duty as his scheduler. Even so, you made time to do things outside of your job description if only to please him. You always looked so happy to see him, too. He's starting to wonder if you have a crush on him.

He glances at his clock. While he is busy with work, what harm would a few minutes do if he were to be a little distracted?

Kamisato Ayato cannot cook.

He remembers fondly the only time he had ever demonstrated his kitchen skills to you. After unpacking his favourite tempura from Uyuu restaurant, he proceeded to line the shrimp up on a plate and decorate it.

You found humour in his apparent lack of expertise in the kitchen, chalking it up to his spoiled upbringing. He hadn't believed you then, thinking that you were being too harsh as well as too distracted by the melody of your laugh to bother dwelling on it. But now he's here, trying to do something as simple as cutting apples and failing miserably.

What spurred him on to do this in the first place is beyond him. Maybe he thought that the smile on your face when you saw his efforts would be worth all the trouble, or perhaps he was seeking your approval since he admired your ever-growing list of skills.

From servant to sparring partner to cook to personal scheduler, you were quickly making yourself a regular part of his day. He envied your adaptability, having little opportunity as a noble to try.

He figured this would be a chance to start. To learn, if it were to make you happy or proud.

Oh dear. Who knew cutting apples was such a daunting task?

Ayato thought this would be simple—cut some apples into cute shapes, make you smile, perhaps keep you around a bit longer to discuss it than you would usually stay. (Lately, he's been craving to hear your voice more and more.)

But this blade is tiny, unlike his hefty sword. It's too nimble for his fingers, and he's sure he has nicked himself at least a dozen times by now.

If you were here, you'd probably scold him for being so careless. And you'd set aside time in your busy day to help him, he's sure. It's in your nature to be kind which makes him miss you all the more.

Just as he's about to give up and call it quits, the door slides open.

Archons. He's been so engrossed in his woes that he had forgotten it was almost time for your scheduled meeting to go over his other plans for the week.

The scraps of peel and sloppily shaped apple slices are so incriminating that he doesn't even bother hiding it. You both stare at each other from across the table, completely unblinking and still.

"Um..." You strain out, clearly attempting to hide your amusement. "Hello."

He coughs awkwardly, placing down the paring knife and trying to uphold as much dignity as he possibly can.

"Hello," he greets, unable to meet your gaze anymore. "My apologies. Our meeting slipped my mind."

You gently pluck a rabbit from the plate, rotating it around in your fingers to get a better look. They're sloppy, for sure, with jagged edges and tiny slits where you know his knife slipped. And they don't even resemble anything remotely close to rabbits in the first place, more like blocky V-shaped thingamabobs.

You glance up and down between the rabbit and the man behind it, who looks strangely flustered considering his usually calm temperament.

"Don't look at me that way," he says quietly, wooden end of the blade gently knocking against the table as he deflates.

"Are these... bunnies?" You ask him in bewilderment.

"They are... supposed to be rabbits, yes."

Complete silence fills the room until Ayato feels as if he can't breathe. Coupled with the way your eyes are scrutinizing his attempts, he wants nothing more than to melt away.

And then you laugh. You can't stop laughing, it seems. Doubled over onto the table and fighting for air between giggles.

He can't help the softening of his expression, the warmth in his chest. If this is all it took to get you to smile like that, then who cares how embarrassing it is that he can't even cut fruit correctly?

You round the table, plopping down next to him. Oh no. He can't control his racing heart when you're leaning in so close to him, so close that he can feel the rumble of your laughter in his own body.

With your shoulders pressed together, body resting comfortably against his, you take the blade and slice of apple from his hands.

"I'll show you how," you offer. He watches intently as you make the first shallow slits through the peel, then gently slide the knife across the top. Too busy admiring your skillful hands, he almost instantly blurts out:

"Can you please show me again?"

You look at him funny, brows pinched but a smile still seeping across your face. You show him another time, expertly cutting another slice. And another. And another.

Unconsciously, or perhaps following the quiet voice in his heart, his head falls atop yours. You sink into him, allowing him to rest against you without complaint.

"Hm, am I your personal comforter now?"

"I suppose you are."

"You know, if you actually pay attention you might be able to make your own breakfast."

"Mm..." He hums when your hands don't stop moving despite your words. Instead, you laugh again. And again, there's the ever familiar thrum of his heart.

"Oh, dear Commissioner. What would you do without me?"

Yes, he thinks. What would he do without you?

Well, his schedule would be a mess, for one. He's far too busy to keep track of it all on top of his other work. And he wouldn't know how to cut bunny ears into his apples, either.

He would rather you keep him company anyway, bunnies and all.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

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[writing-in-glitter-pen]

Genshin Men and Love Languages ♡

Our boys are just head over heels for their darling! They can’t help themselves but express their love for you any chance they get—feeling satisfied and comforted by showering you with all the affection they have. But in what language do they show this affection?

Diluc, Kaeya, Ayato, Thoma x gn!reader II comfort, fluff

Content warnings: stress-habits like eyebrow plucking and nail biting (Diluc), insecurity/shame (Kaeya), play-hitting (Thoma), Thoma calling you pumpkin (Thoma).

Diluc thinks his love language is gift-giving (because he has a budget the size of a whale to spend on spoiling his lover), but it’s actually physical touch! Being the withdrawn and guarded man he is, he’s not used to physical contact with anyone, so he was never able to discover this integral part of himself until you wandered into his heart. When he first fell in love with you, despite his natural reservations, he’d find himself subconsciously reaching out to you. When he’d pour your wine as you sat at his bar counter, he’d lightly brush his pinkie against yours as you held your glass out to him. Even a gentle brush like this was enough to send his mind spinning and heart thundering out of his chest! Once you two began officially dating, he found himself losing all control when it came to touching you. No matter where you two were, he always had to have a hand on you. On the small of your back, holding your delicate hand in his, even a large palm around the back of your neck—his thumb rubbing circles on the base of your scalp. He had to admit, the last one was his favorite. He could never be comfortable with PDA, so that was about the extent of his touches in public. But in private? He’s insatiable. He often, bashfully, asks you to sit on his lap while he works; your arms around his shoulders and head resting in the crook of his neck. He finds your embrace limits the stress he feels when weathering his paperwork. It makes the workload fly by, with him being able to press gentle kisses to your forehead or rub your back comfortingly instead of engaging in harmful stress-habits like plucking at his eyebrows or biting his nails. He also didn’t expect to love kissing you as much as he did. Before you, he always believed kissing to be a flavorless exchange. He didn’t understand exactly why people did it. Until the first time you leaned up and brushed your soft lips against his. You turned his world upside down. Now, any time he got you by yourself, he’d pull you in for a rough kiss—like he’d been holding his breath until he could get his lips on yours again. And at home? It doesn’t matter if you’re getting dressed, reading, bathing, eating, he finds somewhere to put his lips. He likes kissing from your knuckles all the way up to your shoulder and back down again—this way you have another arm free to continue with your prior task. On paper, this is very considerate of him. But in practice? How does he expect you to focus when he’s basically devouring you!!! He most needs your touch after he comes home from a night of protecting Mondstadt. He finds you asleep in bed, and after a much-needed shower, he’d join you—pulling you onto his chest so that your weight would press down on him. He found this position to be the perfect relief—equal parts grounding and loving. Much to his surprise, after you entered his life, he found he felt safest when you were in his embrace.

Kaeya’s love language is words of affirmation! His silver tongue uniquely equips him with the ability to utter the exact words you need to hear for comfort in any given moment. You’ll never lose confidence around him, for he never fails to be your sweet cheerleader. Your ears are his favorite workstation, with labor he is (for once) eager and proud to shoulder. He gently brushes his lips against them as he whispers into them, kissing the space behind them after each reassurance and praise he utters. What’s so sweet about your dynamic as a couple is, your words of affirmation flow both ways. Despite the confident airs he typically puts on for others, Kaeya is actually quite insecure. He feels like he constantly needs to perform for other’s approval—that if he were to be his authentic self, he would lose the favor of others, that he would be rejected or ostracized. It is extremely healing for him when you praise him for the qualities he typically hides from the public—the parts of himself he feels others wouldn’t accept. When you kiss the eye that’s typically hidden behind his eyepatch, telling him you find it beautiful, that he wouldn’t be your Kaeya without it, it brings light to his soul. When you catch him with his morning bed head, his eyes puffy and morning shadow along his jaw, and you wrap your arms around him—telling him how much you love him and think he looks adorable all comfortable and sleepy, he wants to stay in bed with you forever. He feels safe under your gaze, while he feels pressure to look a certain way under the gaze of others. You assure him that you’ll love him in any form he takes, so your home is a breath of fresh air where he is free to be himself. Most of all, your words affirming how much you love him for who he is are the most precious to him. When you tell him that he doesn’t need to feel ashamed of where he came from, that you love him past, present and future, that the person he is his choice and you love him for it, he feels seen. He feels seen and he feels safe. You know. You know everything. And you love him not despite it, but for it. He had never expected such a person would ever enter his life, and now that you have, his once cold world has become so much warmer.

It’s ironic that Ayato’s love language is quality time, since his position as the Yashiro Commissioner leaves him with very little time for anything other than work. 48 hour work days are normal for him—with about 15 minutes of sleep separating them. However, his lack of time is what makes his appreciation for quality time so much deeper. Of course, he makes sure you are well taken care of with gifts and services he has ordered for you, but you find his most intense love in the free five minutes in his schedule he dedicates solely to you. He tries not to go too long without seeing you, work sometimes getting in the way of that, but whenever you visit him, even when it’s in the middle of a brutal work day, his attention is all yours. You stop in at his office whenever you miss him and his quill hits the desk before you even cross the threshold of the door. Sometimes you need a hug and a kiss, sometimes you ask him for something you require, but most of the time, you simply sit on his desk for a few minutes—just wanting to talk about your day as he comfortingly rests his hand on your thigh, drawing circles on it with his thumb. These moments of reprieve you give him in the midst of an ocean of responsibility are priceless to him; he doesn’t know where he would be without you there to recharge him with your presence. Any chance he gets to have you with him, he jumps at, showing you that, despite his other duties, you will always come first—for you are the most fulfilling responsibility he is honored to shoulder.

Thoma’s love language is acts of service. His job as a housekeeper means he spends all day taking care of people, and he does so because he really does love them! Not only does Thoma have the biggest heart that holds a tenderness for everyone, but the duo are his closest companions. So if he already takes such amazing care of his friends or even strangers, imagine how well he’s going to take care of you! Every day when he returns home, you have to physically restrain him from doing everything under the sun to please you. He doesn’t even let you get up from the couch to greet him. “Hold it!!” he yells, rushing over to where you sit instead and sliding his hands around your waist to gift you a soft kiss. When you whine and squirm in his grip, miffed that he fooled you into letting him do all the work for his welcome home, he pinches your blushing cheeks and lets out that boyish laugh that never fails to melt your heart. How can you stay mad at your adorable lover? He was just too good at escaping punishment. His services don’t end there. After you two moved in together, he quickly discovered that you wouldn’t just take his tending to you lying down, and that he had to tell little white lies to escape your detection. He’ll tell you he’s just going to wash his face after work, but really he’ll run you a warm bath. It’s only after the tub is full and you’ve been lured into the bathroom that you discover you’ve been conned. You’ll huff and tell him that he can just take the bath he ran himself! Only for him to counter that he already took a bath at the Kamisato Estate before he came home. Point Thoma. After he gets you into the bath, he has at least half an hour to make dinner for you before you get wise. When you exit the bathroom in the fluffy robe he fetched for you, seeing the feast he threw together in so little time, you immediately grab and lightly hit his arm in punishment. “Thoma!!! I could’ve helped!!!”. “But I wanted to do it for you, pumpkin!”. No matter how much you scorn him for pampering you, your anger only draws a laugh from him. If you get really upset at him, shaking a finger at him and telling him off, his laughter will grow tenfold; his signature crooked grin adorns his face as he grabs a hold of the hands you use as weapons and nuzzle his nose to yours. You’re no match for him, so all you can do is sigh and accept how he spoils you!

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[versadies]

EPILOGUE || FOREVERMORE

SYNOPSIS (of chapter). in which it's been three months since your trip to mondstadt.

SYNOPSIS (of series). breaking up with your first love was heartbreaking, but not as heartbreaking as getting invited to his wedding after years of not seeing him. that is, until things seem to be easier when you encounter a certain guest, who could end up becoming more than just a blooming friend to you (or not).

CHARACTERS. diluc ragnvindr, kamisato ayato, and thoma (w/ gn!reader)

CONTENT. fluff/slight-angst, grammar errors (?), cheesy scenes, second-hand embarrassment (?), possible errors in general.

WORD COUNT. 3.5k words

LINKS. EVERMORE MASTERLIST \ MAIN MASTERLIST \ EVERMORE SURVEY

POST-SCRIPT. the end is finally here!! hopefully the ending is satisfying and fulfilling, i've done all i can to make sure it brings the entire series together and give reader the happiness they deserve. if you wish to know fun facts about the series, stay until the end!!

PREVIOUS

3 MONTHS LATER AFTER THE WEDDING.

DECEMBER 11, 2022

It’s been a while since you’ve last visited Mondstadt. 

You find yourself sitting on a bar stool with your drink in hand, wearing a formal outfit suited for an occasion that can happen to someone for once-in-a-lifetime: a wedding. 

True to both you and Diluc’s words, you kept in touch with one another as you two remained friends after your departure from Mondstadt. Though you’re both busy from your work schedules, the two of you make the most of your conversations through sending pictures of food, places, and even your friends – your particular favorite being a picture of his pet bird, Vanessa – in your messages. 

It’s safe to say things are well, and you’re more than happy with the couple’s wedding despite your heartbreak before. 

You mindlessly look around the reception venue with a smile on your face, paying no mind to the conversations between loud guests who are either talking about 1) the newly wedded couple, or 2) the recent buzz of the continent regarding a certain corrupted CEO.

Two months after the wedding of Ayato and Chisato, Shinsuke was suddenly arrested thanks to the newly-wedded couple, who exposed him with numerous charges that shocked the entire public and media.

“Did you hear? Hiiragi Shinsuke has been arrested for his crimes!”

“I know! It’s shocking to hear that it took him this long to be behind bars, and to think that it’s all thanks to his daughter and her husband...” 

“Didn’t they work with that young detective that’s been the buzz of Inazuma’s police force? What’s that detective’s name again?”

“I believe it’s Shikanoin. Apparently he’s been investigating Hiiragi for a long time now!” 

You muted out people’s chattering about Shinsuke, taking a sip of your drink. You’re honestly just glad that he’s finally behind bars now, and you won’t have to worry about him for a long, long tim–

“( Name )! How are you?” You flinch when you hear a particular voice that you haven’t heard for a few months now. When you turn around, you spot Venti coming towards you happily with a skip of his steps.

“Venti!” You greeted him happily, putting your glass down before standing up to come towards him, spreading your arms for a friendly hug. “I’ve been well, thank you. How about you? It’s been a while!” 

Venti giggles, wrapping his arms around you for a warm friendly hug. “I’m doing well, especially with free drinks and free food around!” He cheers. His flushed cheeks and drowsy look is enough for you to know that he’s as drunk as can be. Classic Venti…

“I can tell.” You respond with a laugh, before helping him sit on one of the bar stools that’s next to yours on the left. “You should take a break from all that drinking, your hangover will be the death of you tomorrow.” 

“You’re right.. I should be ready for later..!” Venti hiccups. “How’s Zhongli, by the way? Did he go with you as your plus one again?” 

You shake your head in response. “He’s okay, but no, he’s not with me for this trip.” You replied. “I didn’t bring anyone with me since it wasn’t mentioned in the wedding card.”

“Well then, I guess you’re stuck with me!” He giggles, before ordering the bartender another glass once again, much to both your dismay and the bartender’s. 

As Venti indulges himself with the free drinks while sharing interesting things about Mondstadt, you couldn’t help but glance at the direction of where Diluc and Jean are, who are both chatting quietly to one another as they eat their meals at their table.

It didn’t take long before Diluc felt your stare, and noticed your presence. 

You couldn’t help but smile at him with a wave, to which he responds with an acknowledged nod, slightly smiling towards you before his attention is taken by another guest who came to congratulate the newly-wedded couple.

Your attention is eventually taken as well by another person, who suddenly seated himself right next to you on your right. 

“Thoma!” You gasp in surprise, not expecting to see the blonde-haired man.

Thoma flashes you a smile as he chuckles. “Hello to you too as well, ( Name ). Guess you didn’t expect me to be here, huh?” 

“Of course not, you gave me a heart attack! I didn’t know you were invited!” You exclaim with a smile. You couldn’t help but take note of how neat he looks, wearing a tuxedo with his hair fixed instead of his usual messy hairdo that you’ve grown used to. 

“I didn’t think I’d be invited either until Ayato persuaded me to come to the wedding on his behalf. I’m sure you know how busy Inazuma has been since the… arrest.” He explains, scratching the back of his head with a cheeky grin. 

You nod in understanding, your smile becoming a little strained at the mention of the arrest of Shinsuke. “I’m very aware. Almost everyone’s talking about it here, surprisingly.” 

The blonde man takes note of your strained smile, and he decides to quickly change topics in a jiffy. “How’s your trip here? Did you bring anyone with you?” He asks curiously. 

You lean on the bar counter, though your drink (as well as Venti, who’s still busy with his drinks) is left forgotten. “My trip’s been amazing. I didn’t bring anyone with me though. How about you?” 

Thoma shrugs. “I didn’t bring anyone either. Though if I could, I would’ve brought Taroumaru.” 

“Aw, I miss Taroumaru!” You cooed. You immediately thought about Inazuma once again, becoming more homesick than you thought you’d be. “How’s the little guy? I heard he’s been the talk of the town. He’s getting really famous on the Internet, isn’t he?” 

Thoma chuckles in response, his cheeks turning slightly red. “Yeah.. I honestly didn’t think he’d get famous. There was an idol who came to visit the café and took a picture of him, which was how he got everyone’s love.” 

You nodded slowly, still smiling. “So I suppose business is booming then? I’m sure a lot of people must be wanting to meet Taroumaru.” 

“Oh if only you see how busy it’s been. If it weren’t for the staff my mom and I hired, I wouldn’t be able to come to the wedding in the first place!” He comments.

As you continue to listen to Thoma talking about people in Inazuma, you couldn’t help but miss Inazuma even more. You honestly couldn’t wait to come back. 

“How about you? How’s Liyue been lately after your trip?” Your friend suddenly asks, causing you to wake up from your thoughts. 

You cleared your throat. “Oh, same as always. Though,” You straighten your posture, clearing your throat, “I’ve thought about coming back to Inazuma after what happened.” 

Thoma was taken back by surprise from your words, his eyes brightened. “R-Really?” 

You hummed, your smile growing from his excitement. “Really.” 

The man before you didn’t know what to say, stunned from such good news. “This..." He couldn’t help but let out a laugh, obviously ecstatic from the news as his eyes brightens instantly. "This is amazing news! You have to let me know when your flight is then. I can pick you up from the airport and we can go wherever you want and–”

“Woah, woah, slow down!” You couldn’t help but laugh as well, finding his excitement infectious and amusing. “I haven’t even booked anything yet, let alone ask for a transfer in my job.”  

“O-Oh!” His cheeks turn red instantly in embarrassment. “R-Right.. My bad, I-I was getting too excited.” He stammers, clearing his throat as he fixes his suit tie. “When do you think you’ll come back?” 

You shrug in response. “I’m thinking of.. Maybe after New Year’s Day. It’ll take a while since well.. It’s hard to move to another country, you know?”

He nodded quickly. “Ah yes, of course. I totally understand! You should take your time.” He says in agreement. “Just… Let me know when you’re coming back. I missed you, you know?” 

You couldn’t help but feel your cheeks warming up from his words. Thoma was never the type to confess something so affectionate, but perhaps the drinks are getting the best of both of you…

The blonde man was quick to realize what he said though, as he instantly stiffens and starts stumbling on his words. “I-I mean, I-I’m not the only one who misses you– since everyone misses you, i-including me..!” 

“Y-Yeah, I get it. E-Especially since it’s been a long time since I’ve left Inazuma.” You stumbled as well, your cheeks warming even more from the awkward situation that the both of you brought yourself into. “I-If anything, I missed you guys too..!” 

Yeah, the drinks are definitely getting the best of both of you. 

The two of you couldn’t help but laugh once again from the embarrassment, causing the tense and awkward atmosphere to dissipate. 

“Well that was awkward.” He commented, smiling from ear-to-ear.

“No doubt.” You responded, still laughing as you held your stomach. 

As the both of you try to catch your breaths after laughing, Thoma decides to get himself a drink as well as another one for you. “Let’s drink to celebrate your upcoming return then. On me, of course.” 

You snorted. “Thoma, the drinks are free. We’re in a wedding, remember?” 

He blushes once again. “A-Ah.. Right.” 

–

As you walk out of the elevator, you head towards your hotel room with Thoma in tow. 

Long after the wedding finally ended, you decided to take your leave and hit the bed to sleep for the night, wanting nothing more than to lie down on the comfortable sheets of the bed as you snore away. 

To your surprise, Thoma decides to make sure you come back to your room in one piece and escort you back to your room given that the both of you are a little intoxicated.

“You know, you don’t have to come with me. I can go back to the room on my own.” You said reassuringly, noticing how close your hotel room is getting.

“We’re here anyway, so you’re stuck with me now.” He comments, insisting even more as he walks by your side. “Besides, I’m actually staying in the same hotel as you. Though, I’m three floors above.” 

You relax instantly from his words, no longer finding the energy to say otherwise. “Oh, that’s good then.” You stumble around and try to find your keycard, pulling it out from your pocket as the two of you arrive to your room.

“Thanks again, Thoma. I’m glad you had kept me company at the wedding– and for helping me taking care of Venti.” You chuckled, letting your door scan your keycard. 

He smiles, nodding in acknowledgement. “Of course. It’s the least I can do since you’ve given me a good time at the wedding.” 

You smiled in response, and turned around to enter your room that's now opened, but before you could enter, he stopped you for a moment. 

“Wait.” 

“Hm?” You turn to look at him in confusion and in curiosity. “Is something wrong?” 

He shakes his head. “N-No, of course not. It’s just…”

The two of you fell awkwardly silent. 

“...I won’t be here tomorrow, so you won’t see me until you return to Inazuma.” He confesses. “So… If you ever decide on whether you’d visit, move in, or whatever, I’m one call away. Just let me know when you come and visit.” So I can be the first to greet you.

You smiled cheekily. “So you really did miss me, huh?”

He blushes once again. “Can you blame me..?” There’s no one I love but you. 

You then pat his shoulder. “...I’ll call you as soon as I get the date. Just promise me you’ll be by the airport with some cardboard that has my name.” You teased. 

He nodded eagerly. “I’ll make sure it’ll have ‘Welcome back from the Asylum’ on it.” He says, teasing you back. 

“Oh I’d like to see you try!” You laugh, lightly slapping his shoulder as he grins.

“...See you next time, ( Name ).” 

“See you next time, Thoma.” 

You took a few steps to your room and finally closed the door, the last face you saw was Thoma’s flushed face. 

As soon as he’s alone in the quiet hallways of the hotel floor, he lets out a sigh. 

This time.. This time I’ll shoot my shot.

.

.

.

“What are you thinking about, Thoma?” 

The blonde-haired man blinks a few times as he finds himself back in the familiar surroundings of Komore Cafe. 

“Ah, sorry.. I-I was just thinking about something.” Thoma says with a cheeky grin, looking at your direction as you sit by the stools that’s by the counter. “How long have you been watching me?” He asks. 

You smiled cheekily. “Long enough for me to be reminded of how handsome you look.” You responded teasingly with a chuckle.

“Oh really? Am I really that dashing?” He asks, jokingly posing like a model as it causes you to laugh. 

“Very much, but not as much as my guy Taroumaru here.” You pet the Shiba Inu, who makes a “woof!” noise as he happily encourages your affection. 

Thoma dramatically puts a hand on his chest. “You wound me. I’d never thought my own spouse would choose Taroumaru over me! Where is the loyalty?” 

The two of you broke into laughter, amused by each other’s antics.

It’s been almost two years since the time when you two visited Diluc and Jean’s wedding. True to your word, you return to Inazuma a few months after your trip to Mondstadt, officially residing in your homeland instead of Liyue. Thoma has been with you since you returned, and he has been nothing but helpful to you as the two of you make up for the lost time.

It took a while before you eventually started gaining feelings for him, which then eventually led to the two of you in a committed and happy relationship for the past three months. It’s safe to say that you’ve never been happier than ever, and you’re grateful for someone like Thoma to be by your side for so long. 

And he’s grateful that his dream finally came true, happy that he has the honor of being yours, and you being his. He couldn’t imagine anything better than what he has now. 

Unfortunately, the sweet moment between you both ended abruptly when your watch started ringing, reminding you of the time. 

“Ah shoot, I gotta go. Miko’s going to kill me if I end up late.” You said, grabbing your bag and drink before kissing Thoma’s cheek and pet Taroumaru one last time. “Thanks for the drink, by the way.” 

“Anything for you. Stay safe!” Your boyfriend tells you, watching as you run out of the cafe like the wind, leaving him alone with Taroumaru.

As soon as you’re gone, he lets out a dreamy sigh. 

“Come, Taroumaru, it’s time to work.” He spoke to the Shiba Inu, petting his head before heading towards the sign of his café to flip it. 

There’s nothing more to life than spending the rest of his days with you, and he’s more than content with the life he has with you.

It’s safe to say that the same goes with you. 

PREVIOUS.

DAN'S NOTE.

Thank you guys so much for reading Evermore! I honestly have never thought I’d finished this from the very start, and yet here I am, and it’s all thanks to all of you who have spread your love and opinions on this series.

It was truly an honor to write this piece. It really makes me happy to see a lot of you guys commenting on each chapter, sending asks about how much you love Evermore and spit on Ayato as well as Shinsuke, and overall just you guys being interested in something I put my heart and soul to! 

As someone who never once experienced having a lover nor went through a breakup, it’s quite tough for me to write about it in this series since I want the experiences to feel somewhat real, or better yet, not too cliche than it already is. 

Of course, I also want this series to be somewhat a lesson to my dear readers, to those who need to let it all out, to those whose hearts are broken, to those who just need an escape from reality once in a while, and overall to everyone. I hope that whatever you guys are going through, you will get through it! If you can go through a breakup and deal with Shinsuke’s existence in this fic, then you can surely go through anything!

Since I’ve already expressed what I need to express in the previous chapter, I decided to drop some fun facts and trivia here!

This series was made out of spite because of how I lost the 50/50 to Keqing in Ayato’s first released banner on my first 10 pulls and wanted to make him suffer. Fortunately enough, writing this series seems enough to make him come home 80 pulls later b4 his banner ended! 

I also wanted to write a story that’s based on my number one favorite Taylor Swift song from one of my favorite albums of hers: right where you left me! This song is one of the most relatable songs I’ve ever listened to ever since I first heard it in 2021, and it’s been stuck with me to this day as of 2024 (can you believe it? It’s been almost 4 years!) 

And fun fact, I found out that the evermore album was released on my birthday (December 11), so it feels right that I made the series inspired by the album <3 !

The following are some fun facts from my drafts:

Diluc's arranged spouse was supposed to be Donna, but I unfortunately didn’t make that happen since the way Donna would treat the situation wouldn’t be the same way as what Jean would do. 

Thoma wasn’t actually supposed to be a male lead until I started planning for the no body no crime part. I don’t know what made me assign Thoma as the second male lead, but when I did, I didn’t like how my series will be another “second male lead who has no chance with the main lead” so I made him the person the reader actually ends up with in the epilogue soon after!

– below are things that i’ve scraped from this series ! –

Before I started planning each chapter, Diluc was originally supposed to be the reader's plus one. The plot involves how the reader asks Diluc, reader’s friend since college, to be their plus one since he lives in Mondstadt and he reluctantly agrees, and throughout the wedding trip, they slowly fall in love with each other. 

It was such a good plot too if you saw the details I wrote for it ! But I scrapped it off because the plot would’ve been really long, and I want the series to focus on the story of reader finally and properly moving on from their breakup with their first love, Ayato. I’m aware that I could’ve followed this plot while reader moves on with Ayato, but again, I feel like it just wasn't it for me. though who knows, i might make a one-shot fic of it ;)

Another fun fact is there was supposed to be a second part series after Evermore that’s called Folklore and it ends with you dating Kaeya. 

in this series, you first meet Kaeya during Diluc’s wedding and spend time with him. Sure enough, you hate that guy, but you had no choice but to spend time with him throughout your stay in Mondstadt since he’s such a great tour guide. 

You were glad that you’re finally back to Liyue and not be able to see that playboy anymore, so consider yourself shocked when you waltzed into your office and saw him. 

Turns out, the reason why he’s always spending time with you in Mondstadt is not because of how he wants to guide you around mondstadt, but because he wants to get to know the person he’ll be working with in Liyue! 

So yes, this is somewhat an enemies to lovers + office romance story, and unlike Diluc and Ayato, this guy has no chance in getting into arranged marriages and immediately shoots his shot with you ;> !

Extra note: Dainsleif was supposed to be in folklore series as the second male lead hehe 

I was really looking forward to writing this series until chapter thirteen happened. If I have to be real honest, I was disappointed with myself for what happened, and I was afraid that you guys will be even more disappointed with me if i make another series, so i immediately scrapped it off :(( 

But to clarify more, even if chapter thirteen went well, I would’ve still scrapped it off since – as you know, I have a health issue that caused my big hiatus – and I’m afraid that I wouldn’t be able to finish the second series at all, let alone start it.

Instead of that, I decided to just make it into one of the epilogues of what could’ve been! Feel free to check the folklore epilogue once it’s out! 

I think I can reveal more information with the Q&A from my evermore survey, so while I’m compiling your questions, feel free to ask more right away! 

That's all for this series. Once again, thank you so so so much for giving me the pleasure of writing this fic. I might not make a series soon, but if I ever have the luxury of time, I hope you guys will be there to read it.

Thank you!

Sincerely, your penpal, Dan xoxo

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GENSHIN MEN & BEING YOUR COLLEGE CLASSMATE .

characters. xiao diluc kaeya childe ayato alhaitham kaveh scara x gn!reader genre. romantic fluff. an. some professors, some students!!! come n see my headcanons hehe . | please reblog!! im getting back into writing and reblogs with tags and comments will make me want to write more :D

xiao

a history major. specifically in liyue studies – sometimes he corrects the professor. "were you there in (time period), xiao? do you want to say something about it?" the professor asks sarcastically. the whole class is shocked when xiao nods and takes over the class. the professor has nothing else to say. of course, after class — it’s a little hard to get xiao to agree to tutor you — why should he spend his time teaching someone who doesn’t give their 100% in class? it’s only when you bring up the point that your professor sucks that he agrees. and maybe, just maybe after all that time the two of you spend together… maybe something will happen?

diluc

business major, but does a double degree with political science. he's a force to be reckoned with in class, often standing his point with ease and with the obstinacy of a mule – especially when it's something that he holds close to his heart. the first time you fell in love with diluc was when he had passionately entered a debate regarding mondstadt and snezhnaya's diplomatic situation. for a man of few words, diluc's speech can turn heads – even yours. you did well, for your first debate, you tease. he barks a laugh and turns back to his laptop.

kaeya

fashion major... he comes to class in the most immaculate outfits. some might say he looks goofy, but that's just his thing! nothing looks goofy on him and he can absolutely pull off everything. he's definitely the class flirt, using measuring tape to pull the ones he's set his eyes upon closer. you roll his eyes as his tablemate, often trying to focus on your own creations – but how can you focus when he looks like... that? measuring tape around his neck, pencil held sticking out of his mouth and his hair covering his eyes. he may not have been objectively attractive at that point in time, but there's something about him that makes him so fascinating.

childe

childe is a occupational therapy major, with a minor in social science! he has a heart for the people and he wants to do his best to serve them ... although his ways of "serving" can look quite different sometimes. he lives, breathes, eats and drinks fitness and maybe half of his body mass lies in the protein powder he takes every morning. he's buff, but he's definitely a sweetheart – and a heartthrob, in his major. he's happy to help people out, just that... ah, his group of friends may not exactly seem the friendliest around. childe is different from his friends, though; give him a chance! he's plotting so many ways to ask you out.

ayato

ayato is definitely a business major! just like diluc, he does a double degree – his secondary major is international relations. after stepping up as the CEO of the kamisato company ( at age 20?! ), ayato had decided to take his studies further. ayato is definitely an overachiever and he was turned down from taking another sociology course because he had gone over the amount of credits needed for the next four years. the thing about ayato is that he isn't exactly the most approachable or the friendliest – or so you think. no one approaches him for him for him, but everyone knows that he's the most reliable one around. perhaps you'd like to be the first to make a move?

alhaitham

linguistics ( obviously! ) and also a social science student. he's the senior that everyone is entranced by – he's absolutely fascinating. there's something about his aloofness and yet an ability to connect to people he wants to reach out to that makes him so ... interesting. alhaitham is a man of little words, which means that whenever he opens his mouth – everyone will listen. alhaitham is definitely the classmate you envy; his life always looks so put together! when you ask him to tutor you, he says nothing else except for the date, time, and location. but he is there at the date, time, and location – and that's what matters.

kaveh

he's definitely the struggling, caffeine filled architecture major. he burns his wallet buying ice cream sticks and cardboard each week, and his hands are almost always full with his materials. honestly, at some point, kaveh had almost set his mind on dropping out – until you had convinced him to stay. it took a long walk and a trip to the nearest art store to remind him of why he had chosen architecture in the first place – and it's safe to say that kaveh had fallen head over heels for you after that. you're his safe place in a course so exhausting.

scara

a dropout definitely a media student! scara takes no shits from his clients, but that's part of his brand. he's the brooding guy at the back of the class, with his signature hoodie – it's one of the seven mysteries of teyvat university; of how he and childe are best friends. grumpy black cat and sunshine orange cat. scara doesn't enjoy interacting with anyone. at most, he talks to you when he needs to, because of the seating arrangement. there are rumours surrounding him, saying that he was kicked out of the law school because of his affiliation with... certain people, rendering his reputation hopeless. nevertheless, you treat him as you would with anyone else – and maybe, just maybe: that wins you a spot in his heart.

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[witch-hazels-musings]

love professed

warning: sfw, fluff (kissing) | premise: how they hold your face when they kiss you & what their lips feel like (headcannons) 

includes: albedo, alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, childe, diluc, itto, kaeya, kazuha, kaveh, thoma, scara, tignari, xiao, zhongli 

character x gn reader |  anthology

how they hold your face when kissing -- 

cheek, jaw, etc. with one or both hands

thoma, itto, zhongli, kaveh, diluc, kaeya, albedo 

he wants to hold you in his hands, each palm against your face is a way to protect you, shield you from everything else. this touch is an overwhelming reflection of his love for you

one hand or two its all the same -- it can be fun, filled with laughter as he draws you in or tender, reverence surrounding you as your lips collide - quick or lengthy, he doesn’t care; each and every one are perfect 

the back of your head 

diluc, kazuha, alhaitham, thoma, childe, kaeya

he can’t stop himself - not when it comes to you. his hand slides to the back of your head sending shivers up his arm as he pulls you toward him. he doesn’t want you to leave - not yet, not when he’s finally found you

he likes to see your face, eyes closed, waiting, as his fingers push against your head, as his free hand finds the bend in your back or your bottom lip as you breathe to steady yourself. he hovers, completely smitten until he can’t wait any longer 

your chin 

childe, scara, ayato, kaeya, baizhu, diluc

it makes his heart pound. from the snarky shake he gives you as he grips your chin, pushes your cheeks together to make your lips pucker, to the surprise in your eyes when he lifts, pushes your face up so he can look at you - all of you - don’t hide from him

his smile is missed when you close your eyes but he’s sure you can feel it when he presses his lips to yours - can you also feel his undying love flowing through his fingers and into your skin? can you feel him --- 

your hand, rest against your forehead

albedo, xiao, tighnari, zhongli, thoma

he’s reserved. making sure this moment is accepted, private - he won’t kiss you in public, but if he does the fingers he wraps around your hand are a request. a ‘if you’ll have me,’ sort of plea as he waits for your reply with a squeeze of your hand

the touch of his forehead to yours is a pull of courage. wanting to feel you, be grounded by you before he tilts his head to make the connection - one he never imagine he’d find in his long, solitary 

how their lips feel --

full, chapped, but so warm

diluc, childe, itto, kazuha

his kiss is overpowering. heavy, impatience laced with every press of his lips to your own. you can’t breathe but you don’t mind - you part your lips and welcome him in. you have know idea the affect it has on him. he seems demanding, pulling your close, pressing in harder; it’s your fault he’s become incoherent at the taste 

each kiss feels hot against your lips. his are dry; from being outside and taking little time to care for his own needs, but the texture makes your body shiver - he asks for another, and another, each time his lips grow warmer, gentler as if they are adjusting to not hurt you, as if they are being hydrated by you. he’s carnivorous and you are his first, last, and every meal 

slender, posh and cool to the touch 

kaeya, alhaitham, ayato, baizhu, zhongli

there’s an alluring, amorous sensation when you kiss him. the sudden touch of cool as if you are being kissed by the dew the of morning - calm, mysterious, rejuvenating. there’s caution in the connection but only for a second - a curious pause before diving in. he’s got experience but doesn’t mind letting you catch up 

his lips have a hint of a smirk - even when his face is relaxed. they are firm, fine - making you question if he kissed you at all. you’ll pull away to see if he’s mocking you only to find his eyes glassy and greedy, begging you to return for more. and you do because those icy lips feel like velvet and you yearn to be shaped by them 

narrow, firm, and a bit clumsy 

xiao, scaramouche, tighnari

his kisses a laced with hesitancy. they are hard, helpless as they connect with yours until the innocent kiss turns into an impatient and insatiable one - you’ve invited him in, offered an invitation he struggles to refuse. after all this time alone -- what have you done to him? 

his lips feel wet; at times you wonder if he’s tucked them in but as the kiss goes on they become more prominent - searching, seeking as if he’s lost in the dark unsure where you’ve gone. you cup his face and he steadies. these kisses are stubborn, starving, that when you break away he’s breathless and you can’t help but go back in; unsatisfied 

soft, warm, helplessly thoughtful 

thoma, albedo, kaveh

kissable, these lips are that and more. loveable connections that make your heart pound, skin burn. gentle kisses that leave you giddy and greedy. like the setting sun, you run toward the horizon knowing that once you catch it you’ll feel alive again - he’s pliable - but, as he opens his eyes to check in, take stock in what's in front of him, he realizes ... so are you 

its like kissing a ‘just out of the oven’ loaf of bread. sweet and savory; the heat spreads from your lips until it reaches your ears. there’s something tantalizing about him, the taste of him, you lean in for more and he catches you. these lips are proficient, provocative, moving exactly the way you need them too until the two of you break away and fall into a fit of embarrassed laughter - these lips have never known such joy 

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[locketsvault]

「 AYATO RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS 」

pairing: ayato kirishima x gender neutral reader

tags: gender neutral reader, human reader, relationship headcanons and scenarios, sfw relationship headcanons, nsfw relationship headcanons

warnings: angst warning for our emo boy, canon gore, nsfw content in the second half of this post, it will be marked so you can skip if uncomfortable! aged up ayato when I get to nsfw content. sexual words used in the nsfw part. not proof read.

request: hii! if it’s not too much could you write something with ayato (tokyo ghoul)? nsfw or sfw, up to you! I’m dying for ayato content ahaha ;; thank youu! (original request found here.)

word count: 1.5k

a/n: I said this in the original request post but I’ll say it here too. I’m very rusty with the plot of tokyo ghoul so forgive me if he’s ooc! I’m also anime only since I’ve been having a hard time reading the manga, though I do know what happens in the manga vs the anime. (If anyone wants me to write a proper fic on how you guys met just ask, I’d honestly love to).

// how the relationship started ⌇˚.༄

⮑ The first time you two met you were walking home from school and got attacked by a rogue ghoul. This ghoul was hunting in a no hunt zone, and you just to happened to be his prey. Ayato was surveying the area when he heard you scream and smelled human blood. Knowing who’s hunting ground it was and that it was probably the rogue ghoul he went over to see what was going on. He was surprised to see that you were fighting back, despite being hold down by the ghouls kagune and seriously injured. You actually managed to injure the ghoul too.

⮑ He took care of the ghoul trying to kill you. While half conscious you heard him mock the guy for hunting in an area with a high count of aogiri members, before tearing his head off. Right after he did you passed out from blood loss. Usually Ayato would’ve killed you or just left you to bleed out, but something about you refusing to give up struck a cord with him. So he sneakily dropped you off at the emergency room and left.

⮑ Next time you guys meet is months later, you recovered fully from the attack, only having scars to show your survival. You were sitting at a coffee shop as the sun set, as a familiar blue haired boy walked inside. At first he didn’t recognize you, and after feeling your gaze on him for a while he turns to yell at you. But suddenly the memories hit him, and he notices that your look is anything but malicious. He decided to bite back his tongue.

⮑ You two would constantly run into each other at that coffee shop. You always have him a genuine smile or silent greeting as he walked by. He found you very peculiar, how you weren’t afraid of him even though he knew damn well you knew he was a ghoul. You didn’t seem uncomfortable around his friends too, and he could tell you knew they were ghouls too.

⮑ You approached him first, having memorized his order. You gave him his coffee one of the times he came in, and thanked him for saving your life. He ofc made a negative quip about how he could care less if you died or not, but you didn’t seem to care. You intrigued him even more. So he told himself he’d give you some of his time. He’d always come to hang out with you, and without realizing it he started falling for you. He hated it.

⮑ He started pushing you away and ignoring you. He stopped showing up to the coffee shop, but he couldn’t help but watch you from afar to make sure you’re safe. One night though you get attacked again when he’s patrolling. And he absolutely loses it. He tears the other ghoul to pieces like a feral animal. He almost hurts you when you walk over to try to comfort him, he’s that crazy.

⮑ He genuinely expected you to be horrified or find him disgusting. Instead you start crying and cup his bloody cheek. His kagune is fully out, his ghoul eyes bright and burning into you, his hair absolutely disheveled. Yet you didn’t seem to care. After you cupped his cheek he could feel his heart pounding, and he slowly started to calm down.

⮑ He let his head fall into your neck as you proceed to hug him, telling him it’s okay over and over. He buried his face into your neck, taking in your scent. He was surprised when he realized the desire he felt over your scent was something quite different than he was used to. He unconsciously started nipping at your neck and scenting you, hoping to protect you as tears streamed down his face.

⮑ That night you two finally come clean about your feelings. And he, reluctantly after lots of reassurance, decides he wants to try being in a relationship with you.

// sfw relationship headcanons ⌇˚.༄

⮑ At the start of your relationship he was very distant and awkward. He wasn’t used to affection and had never been in a committed relationship before.

⮑ He has a habit of stalking you, but not because he doesn’t trust you, he’s just that scared of losing you. You ofc know he does this and you let him, he’s your little protector.

⮑ In front of everyone else he’s an absolute brat, he misbehaves left and right and is very dangerous and powerful. But with you he’s an absolute puppy. Just one touch and he folds.

⮑ You’re the reason he’s able to keep it together as much as he does. You’re always there for him no matter what. Your arms are always open waiting for him when he comes home.

⮑ Speaking of home you two secretly live together once you move out of your parents house. He keeps your relationship as much of a secret as possible. But you don’t mind.

⮑ He panicked the first time you saw him eat leftovers at home. Knowing he eats humans is one thing, seeing it is another. He was scared you’d be uncomfortable or say something inappropriate. So he puffed up like a porcupine ready to defend himself. Instead, you reassured him it was okay. Surprisingly you sat down with him and started eating as well.

⮑ Now though if he eats he will sit next to you nonchalantly and sometimes rest his head in your shoulder as he does. You make him feel that safe.

⮑ He confides in you about his familial issues and all about his big sister. You do your best to help him talk better with Touka, it’s not easy though.

⮑ He’s actually very affectionate when he opens up. He loves hugging and holding you, along with giving you kisses. He tends to greet you with forehead kisses, it’s nice. :>

⮑ He’s pretty good with keeping you up to date on what’s going on in the ghoul world, and you help him with navigating the world as a human.

⮑ You balance each other very well.

// nsfw relationship headcanons ⌇˚.༄

⮑ Ghoul smut, yippee.

⮑ I think we can all agree on the ghouls and pheromones and instincts and stuff like that. I’ve actually read a bunch of stuff on ghouls on this app but it’s been months and I can’t remember so forgive me.

⮑ He’s very very verryyyy possessive. Even from the start.

⮑ He won’t act on it though, he’s not ready and doesn’t want to scare you off. But boy does he get the urge all the time.

⮑ Blood kink. He loves to taste you on his lips. Biting kink too. He will leave marks, and they’ll almost always be enough to draw blood. With consent ofc.

⮑ He actually almost lost control over himself the first time you two made out.

⮑ I should probably mention you turn him on fast. Your smile, your scent, your body language. All of it gets under his skin.

⮑ Your first sexual encounter with Ayato was in an alleyway actually. It was night time, he was walking you to your shared apartment. Somehow, you ended up pressed against the wall, holding onto your boyfriend as his fingers worked magic on you. You desperately tried to stay silent since you were in public but you struggled. Even if he had little to no prior experience he’s naturally talented and knows exactly how you work.

⮑ Your first intercourse was actually kind of sweet. It was when you first moved into your apartment, your building had rooftop access. So you two camped out on the roof to watch the stars. It started off with hand holding and innocent kisses, yet somehow he ended up between your legs pounding into you.

⮑ He prefers doing the work and being dominant when it comes to sexual activity. But sometimes he will let you on top. He can’t resist the sight of you riding him.

⮑ He’s very touchy, his hands are always all over you. No matter the position you can feel his hand sliding up your inner thighs or sides.

⮑ The first time you asked him to fuck you as a ghoul he was hesitant, worried you’d be scared. He was shocked instead when you came hard the first time. He will usually let his eyes show, but sometimes he will let out his kagune too upon request.

⮑ Ayato is average length and thick, and he knows how to use it. He loves his cock, I’m sorry but he does. He loves when you try to stroke him off, or when you get down on your knees for him instead. But most of all he loves the look on your face when he makes you cum with it.

⮑ Ghouls have extra strength so he has to be careful with you, there are definitely some times where he’s accidentally hurt you while learning your limits.

⮑ He doesn’t use protection. He knows you’re both clean, and if you’re afab since you’re human he honestly believes he can’t knock you up. That being said though, he loves breeding you.

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[zushikiss]

voicelines about you

summary ; self explanatory title, their voicelines about you

warnings ; reader is implied to be non-mortal/adepti in xiao's, reader is not traveller, use of petnames [ dearest, annoying insect 😭 ]

pairings ; xiao, ayato, scaramouche

notes ; i've been seeing this a lot and i can't sleep so why not try :D 3 for scara cause i love my baby boy

─ XIAO

about relationship ;

"..traveller what makes you ask a question like that? curious about my personal life? tch you should worry about yours instead of trying to find out about mine, but if you really must know. i'm married."

about y/n ;

"seriously traveller? now where did you hear about this? zhongli..? ah, i forgot he goes by that name now- anyways, y/n is my spouse, for 500 years now. she resides with zhongli in liyue harbor.. why? i want them to be safe while i protect liyue."

─ AYATO

about evening walks ;

"good evening, traveller. care to join me for a walk? hm? of course i have time, traveller. my partner is quite fond of the evening breeze and so i always leave an hour free of my schedule every night to accompany my dearest in their nightly walks."

about y/n ;

"well aren't you a curious one? y/n is my significant other, they always remind me to take care of myself and most the time they take care of me when i'm too emerged in my paperworks, they make sure i always eat on time and that i have proper hygiene, i treasure them, traveller. exactly why i have plans on being wed to them.. what? you didn't hear anything."

─ SCARAMOUCHE

about art - painting ;

"painting is nothing but another hobby nahida is forcing me onto, that's it. do i like it? i guess it's more tolerable than the other things she asks me to do, though i often find myself painting the same thing over and over again. what? i often paint my lover, of course."

about y/n - first move ;

"not only are you asking about my personal life, you want specific answers as well? ugh you are being insufferable, slowly. well y/n made the first move, talking to me at the akademiya and always checking up on me, i found it.. what's the word? endearing, i always feel a strange feeling around them, how weird.."

about y/n - relationship ;

"...i guess i could entertain your question if you promise to keep your mouth shut. as you already know, y/n approached me first and they reminded me of an annoying insect, at first! but that annoying insect won't leave. but i grew to soon love that annoying insect, now it's my job to make sure the annoying insect won't leave."

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[jhuzen]

Hey hey heyyy! new fave author that's you! i'm not really sure if you're taking requests but the ask box is open but you can just delete this if you arent :")

sooooooo bear with me but i need to heal with your angst fic. you write so well and i think you can pull this off because idk if its just me but sometimes the reader is giving off dom vibes. so again if you're comfortable may i pls request for a reader that just makes our tall genshin men feel smol? that's all pls and thank you <3

the shivers [gn/m.reader]

big-brained anon. i will call you primordial anon for being the first one! i was just about to finish the inazuma ver. of workload and i’m vvvv happy that i got this! yes, i will take requests, but i have yet to make some rules, but trust me this one, i can definitely do and hopefully do some justice. i’m not sure which tall genshin men you wanted, so i played it safe and called upon all of the playable tall men ;-; i hope whoever you’re looking for is in here. gn/m reader as always (also it’s cute that you think the reader radiates dom energy wwwww)

dark and suggestive content so please be warned ehe. dom reader with tall playable men ft. diluc, kaeya, childe, zhongli, ayato, thoma, itto, and alhaitham. also pls excuse my manners on alhaitham’s, yours truly lost the 50/50 and i am taking it out on him 😔

Alhaitham

Agony. Pure agony gnawed somewhere within Alhaitham’s unbelievably still human heart. It throbbed with want and ached for your attention, but you simply weren’t a mind reader (or maybe you were, but somehow magically, you suddenly couldn’t read his pain at the moment). His eyes narrowed as you conversed with the juniors that sought you out from left to right — you were an alumni in Akademiya of course, a popular one at that and as the professors sang your praises, the scholars couldn’t help but take chance.

You were far more approachable than the current scribe after all. It’s only logical that the students would flock you and that alone could barely get a rise out of him. However, this one calls for a special circumstance — an outlier, if you will.

And as his gaze burned at the sight, he still couldn’t fathom how you couldn’t feel his silent wanting, he’d even dare as to say he was brooding at this point, deprived of your attention that you often promised he has.

All because of a previous classmate of yours.

You felt it alright, the uncomfortable heavy feeling at the back of your head. And you’re wont to the realization that it may have been your dearly beloved Alhaitham, him and his impatience growing by the second. And you could feel the exasperation that brewed inside him, boiling like a dormant magma suddenly growing active, but there was a little devil on your shoulder, urging you to be a little bit more mean to him, and continued to talk to Tighnari.

Your companion wasn’t any dumber, in fact, he was the first one to feel the heated stare directed in your direction. And while he expressed his adamance in leaving to cease the Akademiya lunatic’s jealousy, the knowing mirth in your eyes asked him to stay a little longer. To aid you in your little game.

“You ought to pay attention to him,” the forest ranger laughed a little, feeling the tiniest bit of pity towards the infamous coolheaded scribe, now left at your mercy. Tighnari, being one of your best mates in your years in Akademiya also had to succumb into your ruthlessness. Truly, you and Alhaitham were a match made in abyss for putting up with each other’s antics. “I could already feel my spine crawling with dread.”

“Indulge me with just a few more minutes, my good friend. I did truly miss you after all — what with my work often moving and you barely coming in the city when I am home,” you laughed a little and Tighnari only shot you a disapproving look at your stalling.

“Come and visit then. If I remember right, you promised Collei some trinkets from your trip in Mondstadt.”

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved at Tighnari as the hybrid finally left your clutches with an equally mediocre enthusiasm. And finally, you spun on your heel, excusing yourself for awhile from the scholars who were most likely hoping to hold an audience with you.

You walked back to the secluded area, far from the prying eyes (though you didn’t mind if there were onlookers, a little humiliation is always fun). Alhaitham’s eyes were trained back on the book, though you figured his attention was miles away from the texts and still is fixated on your presence.

Sliding the books out of Alhaitham’s way, you finally sat on the table and gently grabbed his chin, a soft gaze from you was all it took for the man to melt. He subtly leaned into your touch and you relished in the fact as he breathed in the scent of cologne that you would always dab on your wrist, inhaling your scent like a drug, “You needn’t be so jealous, love. I’m always here and I could never betray your trust. To simply do so would be the death of me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh? Is that so? I must be projecting then. Perhaps because of that one little girl that thought you were up for grabs.” Your words had Alhaitham immediately stiffening under your touch as he finally abandoned the book, hands grabbing onto your thighs so tightly — a silent apology that he somehow forgot.

But you yearned for a verbal apology, you wanted to hear the remorse in his voice even if you had to pull it out of him in sobs and soft moans. Alas, you were much too impatient as your hand on his chin shifted, now grasping his cheeks and squishing them together.

Through his forced puckered lips, he mumbled out a muffled apology, “M’s’rry…”

A laugh tore away from your throat, “I know you are.” You leaned down, pressing a kiss to those soft lips of his before dauntingly sticking out your tongue and giving a rather carnal lick afterwards, effectively wetting his lips.

Your vice grip in his cheeks was nothing against his quiet whimper of plea as you devoured his still puckered lips with your fervent licks and mildly aggressive nips, uncaring whether or not the skin of his lips broke and bled. And even then, Alhaitham was sure you absolutely enjoyed the taste of the metallic iron as long as it was his. And nothing could get him going more knowing that despite the toying you did with him, the way you seemed mean at times and absolutely refused to acknowledge him, you were wrapped around his finger.

A soft groan left your lips when he squeezed your thighs with much force — and while that could have been a cue for something else entirely, you had enough awareness not to take him there and then and opted to pull away with a conniving grin.

Quiet pants left Alhaitham’s lightly swollen lips, completely red and absolutely drenched in your saliva. You only gave him one more smile before reaching out to wipe away the drooling mess you’ve made on your beloved scribe.

“Thank you for that quick snack break. I ought to entertain more research questions. The Amurta scholars these days are so jovial! It gets my heart pumping to see their cute eager faces. I’ll see you later, love.”

And this time, Alhaitham let you go with little to no protest, feeling that he himself was also fulfilled for the moment.

𐂂

Ayato

Impatience flooded through Ayato’s system as he continued to keep up the facade in front of the other commissioners. He was far from an exquisite mood as he continued to listen to the ludicrous suggestions of his fellow politicians. He has seen children pitch better ideas on how to catch a tanuki when he walked the streets of Inazuma City with you a couple of days before.

And speaking of which, you were the love hidden behind closed doors. The darling jewel of the Kamisato clan — a nobleman from the faraway lands of your proud nation. Only Celestia knows how such an important figure such as yourself ended up in the doorstep of the Kamisato household. But only his sister and trusted keeper would know how a prolific man such as Ayato end up in your strong and caring arms.

The thought of you suddenly had Ayato feeling weak in the knees, doing who knows what — and he dreaded to see you lonely, and in desperate need of company. Ayaka was often out and about, handling the surface affairs, and Thoma was much too busy with the upkeep of the teashop when he’s not in duty as a housekeeper and your companion. He dreaded the thought of you emerging from the household and suddenly being seen by the rest without his approval — his secret love.

He bore through the absolutely god-awful meeting with the mere thought of you keeping him sane through this absolutely maddening (important) boredom.

While Ayato was preoccupied with unrestrained concern for your wellbeing, you weren’t all too bothered with being left in the deafening silence of the Kamisato household; as a matter of fact, you reveled in the tranquility your beloved’s home have offered you. You took care of everything like a good spouse, taking off some labor from Thoma and even learned a few hobbies you can teach Ayaka.

You were much too independent to be helpless. You liked to move and surprise people with the extent of your prowess. It was enticing to see their surprised reactions, throwing people off guard was a pastime you could never hope to give up.

Perhaps it was why you loved Ayato all the more. His reaction could never be beaten by any other person. Especially when it dawned on him that he too can be outsmarted and overpowered, to be underneath someone and to feel what it’s like to relinquish control. Not politically though, you could never take that from him. Otherwise, he’s all in your hands.

And none was all different when Ayato finally arrived home, a breathtaking yet cheeky smile plastered on his flawless face. His voice reverberated through the house as he entered, laced with eagerness as he stepped on the tatami floors as he made his way to where you are. And unsurprisingly, you were by the engawa, indulging the serenity of the place.

“Welcome home, lovely,” your voice already had him growing weak, almost missing a step as he sat behind you, arms already lacing around your sturdy shoulders. He inhaled your scent fresh and sweet, only fueling his intoxication. “How was work?”

“Long and tiring. I abhorred the time wasted not being with you,” you could feel Ayato‘s pout against the nape of your neck and laughed. You indulged him and his nuzzling against your skin, letting him go through all kinds of euphoria. You licked up every single attention he gave you and Ayato was no different as he continued to take advantage of what little control he has in this moment.

“It’s not all so bad. It‘s not like I’m going anywhere.” Your words quickly reeled Ayato in as desperation seeped through his veins — a desperation for you to make good on your promise and to never, ever break it. Hah. Like you were even foolish enough to do so. “I should hope that I can hold you on the same promise?”

Your tone made it out a suggestion but Ayato shivered at the thinly veiled threat — knowing that he can’t escape your grasp ever. That he’s shackled so lovingly within you; a promise of raw love that only you and him can enjoy and no one else. Of course, he wouldn’t have it any other way. He submitted into your touch as you turned around and swiftly pulled him into your lap.

“Absolutely ravishing,” Ayato’s breath hitched at your compliment. He’s heard people sing their praise to him in a hundred words, but all you had to do was speak and he’s already so, so weak, completely under your mercy. His hands made its way to your shoulders to gain some grounding, a footing in this world with all the haze your words injected into his mind.

Ayato’s smile was lazy, eyes half-lidded as he leaned in to steal a kiss you’ve been cruelly depriving him of since his arrival, and you were quick to reciprocate. He almost fell out of your lap when your hands gripped his hips tightly, oh so possessively, and he could only imagine the marks you’d leave if he wasn’t wearing his layered uniform at work.

Pulling away from the kiss, he left one more peck, “You’re doing my head in, y’know? Take some responsibility.”

You wouldn’t have been Ayato’s beloved if you did otherwise.

The wooden floorboards creaked as you shifted, rocking forward further with a hand on the back of Ayato’s head as you laid him down. Ayato had to stifle a quiet whine as your lips found themselves attached on his chin, considering that his clothes left so little room for an opening in his neck. He quivered as your lips moved further up, just on the side of his bottom lip where his beauty mark was. Archons, he’s never felt so defenseless as he did with you.

Alas, you were a tease and soon left him alone as you sat up, his legs immediately wrapping around your waist to pull you back in as he flashed you a sly grin, “What say we bless the stars tonight with a show?”

You scoffed with a smile, “No, thank you. I’d get jealous.”

The Yashiro commissioner was purring in delight.

𐂂

Diluc

Reluctance was a feeling that Diluc should have expected and prepared for, only for him to do the exact opposite of it. Instead, he was blindsided and only has himself to blame. Though, quite frankly, he’d rather have you take responsibility instead.

He was never one for conversations and actively avoided them as much as possible unless it was a talk about business. Diluc could never find himself engage into a mindless chatter, and often kept to himself. Though, granted he has the traveler to thank for keeping him company and prying him open at times, but other than that, his interactions with people are limited to the staff of his winery and the tavern, sometimes with Kaeya, and on certain nights when he’s bartending, he’d make the effort to speak to kick out a drunkard bard out of the tavern.

All of that however boiled down into nothing in comparison to the hurricane that was you. None of his experiences (if one could even call it that) could have prepared him for the situations that you would put him in. They were so unbearable, and often times it leaves him completely exasperated at your antics.

But even so, he’s willing to bear it all if it meant he could be with you. Diluc would go through the most compromising positions you would put him in if it meant he could gain even an inkling of approval from you. And it may just be his brain trying to comfort him, but he does feel significantly more lax in the company of others ever since you became a part of his peaceful life.

All of a sudden, he’s holding up better in mundane talks and people noticed. The patrons of his tavern were all flabbergasted to see that the air around Diluc has cleared and that it doesn’t feel like a chore to him to even talk to them. Even the traveler and their emergency food noticed that there was a different feel to Diluc upon their return to Mondstadt to fulfill some commissions. Adelinde could not be any prouder for her master as he indulged those small talks.

If only she knew why.

Case in point — Diluc has gotten better in socializing because of you. Only because anything seems far easier than being subjected into your shameless cruelty.

A quiet wail left the Darknight hero’s quivering lips as his back collided against the walls of your shared bedroom. The hurricane that ruthlessly terrorized his otherwise peaceful and dull life was you — relentless and absolutely merciless. All logic from his mind slowly went down the drain as you ruthlessly devoured him, like a lion forced into fasting feeding on a gazelle; you went in for the kill.

Your lips left no room in his neck as you enjoyed your feast. Much like that ridiculously gruesome analogy, you were just as deprived, forced into being a good partner for your beloved Diluc as he went on with a week filled with nothing but conducting business for the winery as well as doing his duties as the protector of Mondstadt while its occupants fall into a collective slumber.

Not like you were any better though — you were also just as busy, collecting research samples for your investigative partner, Albedo. And all of that resulted into missed quality times, as you were often away before Diluc could wake up and you were already asleep before he could come home. It was ridiculous.

But freedom was a theme that Mondstadt upheld and suddenly, there was free time. A sliver of chance where Diluc came home earlier and you went home a little later, only crossing paths on the way to the winery. And all that eventually led to your ferocious and undeterred expression of love.

Diluc could already see the glimmering stars as he tilted his head up to leave more room in his neck, eyes screwed shut to keep his mind off of the embarrassing position he’s in — held up against the wall by you, barely supported by anything but the wall behind him and your hands that gripped on his thighs when you lifted his legs up.

“Have you any idea how much I’ve longed for a chance to even breathe you in?” Your harmless growl against the skin of his neck was enough to send him into a spiral of embarrassment and pride. He never had much chance to feel someone’s incredible want for him until the day you came along and Diluc soon found that this was a feeling he could never let go of.

Alas, your question, rhetoric or not, was left unanswered when all of the experience he’s had in conversing with others left his pretty little mind. Just the feeling of your possessive hands grip onto his skin so tightly had him forgetting the every alphabet in Teyvat’s language. Short ragged breathing left Diluc’s lips and he finally opened his eyes when he felt you pull away, granting his neck to see the light.

Vicious and angry marks are bound to decorate his skin by the looks of it and he was no better than you — completely drowned in excitement and thrill.

You could see the wanton need in his eyes, now completely glossed over with a haze that looks all too familiar, you could even say that the feeling’s an old friend of yours — what with you being completely insatiable. That is until Diluc came into your peripherals and suddenly you had the urge to drag him where you are; and ever the pliant gentleman this man is, he quickly caved, only to realize just how ruthless you are.

Even so, it’s not completely unwelcome. Diluc’s mind muses as you dove back in, this time with an urge to leave him breathless for a much different reason.

𐂂

Itto

Excitement was not so much of a stranger in the company of Itto. He was always so exuberant, even to the point of it placing him in trouble under the Tenryou commission. And while the gang cheered him on (other than the reliable and trustworthy Shinobu), it still is, at the end of the day, nothing but trouble.

However, beyond that, the only thing that Itto could get consumed in excitement without getting in trouble are his ramblings about you. To say that he was your biggest fan would be an understatement, and just when people have started to think that no one could be prouder of Arataki Itto than himself, the moment your name leaves his mouth, no one else is escaping the plethora of praises he has for you.

You were his pride and joy and to be able to have you as his was nothing short of a miracle — well, not so much, considering that surely no one can resist Itto’s irresistible charms. And as he boasted about you and how you were all over him, people can only accept the fate they subjected themselves into. The usual victims of his rambling could just as easily ace a test that was all about you. People knew of the things you favored and the ones that didn’t, the things that can get you to stop doing what you are doing just to indulge yourself.

And you let them. You figured there was no harm done in Itto blabbing away who you are. Really, people knew you but you rarely ever showed yourself around them, being one of the work types in contrast to your partner’s easy going life. And besides, it was nothing short of amusing to see people’s faces when they finally catch a glimpse of the Itto’s priceless jewel that is you and you’d often hear people comment offhandedly about Itto’s words not even doing you justice.

You enjoyed those moments — the praises that you hear from left to right were welcomed with a captivating and grateful smile from yours.

But all that pales in comparison to the feeling you get when you praise your beloved, watching him completely fall apart in your arms as your honeyed whispers filled with promises of love and sin get him going.

“And then I managed to pick the biggest onikabuto! And when I got to duel I almost won!” Itto faltered a little as the realization dawned on him that it was yet another loss in his books. Fortunately, he quickly recovered, “N-Not that I didn’t lose because I suck! I let those kids have a taste of victory!”

“Hoh? Like before?” You entertained Itto’s whims as you continued to cut slices into the apples that his gang had managed to procure on their adventuring in the outskirts of Inazuma. “How generous. I could only hope to see the glee in those children’s eyes.”

Itto jumped up from his seat and headed over to you, arms snaking around your hips with his chin resting on your shoulder. You picked up a slice and fed it to the oni, who so gladly obliged your little act of service. In any case, someone could mistake the dynamics of your relationship with someone if they were to see just how docile you are and how well-behaved Itto seems to be.

But much like your job, you liked to work behind closed doors and you were far more appreciative with your own work when it’s only seen by your own eyes.

You swiftly turned around, still encased with Itto’s strong arms with an apple in hand. But such an innocent gesture can only be deciphered as deceiving, especially with the way your eyes glinted. It was dangerous and sharp, on the prowl like a hungry predator, and in this case, Itto was always subjected into the role of a prey. Still, with Itto’s lack of awareness, he can only give you a beaming smile, so filled with sweet innocence and… stupidity. Something you can appreciate more as this man’s sole corruptor.

“Just hearing you being such a nice oni to those children…” your voice shifted and even with Itto’s constant naïveté, he can hear the seductive danger behind your words. “You must’ve been a very good boy, huh?”

He quickly perked up, unable to resist your words. He almost felt his knees buckle — and he would’ve given out had you not been holding him up well. Wait, since when were you the one in charge? He was the one who had a grip on you earlier.

Without even so much of an effort, you spun him around, now the one trapped between the kitchen counter and your body. It must’ve been the Inazuman summer heat that suddenly set him ablaze — you flashed him a small smile that he could never recover from, so approving yet so domineering; all Itto could think about now is how he can draw out more praises from your sweet lips.

Lucky for him, you feeling relatively charitable that day. You brought up the apple slice against his lips, prying them open and watched with amusement as he opened his mouth willingly, obedient and pliant, like a dog. You leaned in, attaching your lips to the apple halfway through his bite and gazed at him, sultry and still so collected. Itto could only swallow dryly at the proximity and— oh, since when did you have such a vice grip on his bare waist?

Itto could feel himself squirm a little and look away, and you followed, not even letting him get a breathing room. You nudged the apple slice into his mouth still with that small smile that hid a lot of harmless malice, taking delight in the oni’s sudden subservience.

“What a good oni you are,” you repeated and Itto could do nothing but absorb every praise you’d give. “My good boy.”

He’s been such a good boy, right? Rarely any jail time for him. Surely you can reward him with something more palpable?

𐂂

Kaeya

Remorse was something Kaeya thought he would feel the moment he kisses his bachelor life goodbye. Admittedly, the situation with getting in a relationship with was a very rocky path he took on. It was a mess and even Kaeya could not smooth talk his way out of that kind of argument. It was an unhealthy push and pull, he wanted you so bad was much too terrified. He has other commitments and he has a mission to carry on his back.

But ever the benevolent person you are, you managed to put up with the highs and the lows of the infamous cavalry captain, letting him off to disappear for days only to come back in your arms, looking like a kicked puppy. Somehow you knew that even with his emotional availability, his constant flirting with others, you knew that even without the promise of his commitment, he would always, always come back to you.

And each time, you would receive him happily in your arms.

The moment that finally, Kaeya was somehow able to comfort or gaslight himself into thinking that a commitment to the real thing was miles better than him having to spend time with strangers, pretending that it was you underneath him. And boy was it a treat.

What Kaeya thought would be something he would entirely regret, turned into something far better (or worse) for him. You were the epitome of the alcohol he would spend mora on, the intoxicating heat that gets him all too feverish. You kept up with him like you did back when he would push and pull against you. His teasings quickly shut down by your quick mouth and sharp wit.

But he didn’t expect the way you were instantly able to subvert his expectations the night he decided to finally bed you. You took him with the dominance that he was sure rifthounds would cower from and he had to risk a day of being late in his position for the very first time in his otherwise clean career.

Within the few months, you’ve managed to embed yourself into his life like a poison, further dragging him down into something he can only see getting close to what seems to be an obsession. He was, by all means, addicted to your touch, the way you leave him breathless, and the way that absolutely no one knows the things you can do behind that innocent smile. Because you were a homemaker, the kind of person parents would recommend their sons and daughters to get married to.

It really was always the quiet ones.

However, you did not come without any risk. Kaeya was an important figure in Mondstadt, and more or less, he worried about your safety. Though it was not the usual safety issues that he has to deal with. Homemaker or not, he knew you can hold on your own with your vision. Though it was more on the fact that he had to keep the relationship a secret that you were in danger — as far as everyone was concerned, you were not taken.

And people sure did show their interest the moment you headed out to the tavern. He was supposed to have a quiet drink with you and enjoy your presence outside your lovely home for once.

“Oh, you absolute charmer!” One of the women by your side laughed loudly. She gave you a playful shove, and as someone who has been the one to receive and give such a tactic, Kaeya already knew her intentions with you. “It’s honestly a miracle of sorts that you’re still unwed!”

Kaeya had to intervene before any of the you-deprived people made a move. He entered the space and everyone parted out of respect. You only gave him a beaming smile that left him invigorated, “Ah! Captain Kaeya! What an honor!”

“Hoho~ the fabled Mondstadt’s homemaker heading out for drinks? How fascinating. Care to have a drink with me? I have much to ask of you.” It was a silent plea behind his words, and you weren’t always so mean to him hence your obedience, letting him lead you up into the far less populated second floor.

“Have you learned that there’s a way to see how well someone can kiss?” You were quick to bring up and Kaeya just had to know. He pulled you in by the waist, knowing that he’s safe from the prying eyes (and even if there were, he wouldn’t mind them seeing).

“Oh is that so? Pray tell what that might be, hm?”

“Apparently if you can tie a cherry step into a knot, it means that you’re an expert at it! And,” you paused, a hand digging into your pocket as you showed Kaeya what seems to be knotted stem, “Looks like I passed the test?”

Kaeya and his teasing nature couldn’t help but prod further, “Hoh? But shouldn’t I be the judge of that? Not some stem. Matter of fact, did you just do that to prove yourself… or to impress others?”

A mischievous mirth lit up in your eyes that usually gleamed of innocence and Kaeya was over the moon at hitting the jackpot. You wasted no second as you bent down, one knee already pressing up against his lower region and he had to stifle a quiet groan at the sensation. Truly, the grip you had in him was absolutely maddening.

With a grin, you tilted his head up, adoring the way his eye closed in anticipation. And to his surprise, he could only feel something rub up against his closed eye, as you gave it a generous lick, like a dog oh so happy to see his owner. But Kaeya had to wonder… just who was the owner in this relationship… surely even with the way you’re acting you would know…

You gave him a peck on the lips and Kaeya almost lost it when he could smell his favorite wine on you, “I may have to control myself for now, dearest. While it thrills me so, I believe you have a reputation to uphold.”

Kaeya could care less now, with eyes clouded with lust, he could only tug into your trousers with a lazy smirk, “Are you certain about that?”

The look in your hungry eyes said no.

𐂂

Tartaglia

Cruel — other than his loving family back in Snezhnaya, that was what people would initially regard him as if they were to know of his status as the eleventh harbinger of the Fatui. Should people look past his boyish charms and friendly smile, they would’ve known how utterly devious Childe could be. And that was something he took pride on, he loved the fear he instilled in his enemies and his time down in abyss only further exacerbated the carnal urge to come out on top.

He has his reasons though — considering that he was the youngest among the lineup of the Tsarita’s harbingers. He has to prove his spot, and if being merciless was the way to go through it all, then he would gladly do so with little to no complaints.

Alas, he was a competitive fellow too. Almost everything is a challenge to him; one he would take on with gusto and flawlessness; essentially what his trademark is meant to be. But even he was sure that he could not compare to the likes of you.

Especially in cruelty.

His very endeared partner, you, hailing from nowhere, you suddenly became a sought after figure under the Cryo Archon’s kingdom. Admiration could not even come close to Childe’s feelings whenever you would grant him a few seconds of your time to show up. But now that he has you as his beloved sweetheart, none could pry him away from you. And admittedly, he even became far more hesitant in heeding the Tsarita’s orders should he be parted from you on missions.

He says you’re his sweetheart, but even Childe knows better. It was you who turned him into a subservient sweetheart, pliant and soft under your mean gaze, almost begging to be around you for even just one second. And you were sure that he’d have gone mad in ecstasy if you starved him with only your blood to offer for his sustenance. Hence the ecstatic look on your beloved harbinger was nothing short of adorable when the Tsarita had let you accompany him to Liyue.

However, your cruelty knows no bounds; and Childe learned that the hard way.

Or perhaps, he was still learning as he watched you completely ignore him since your arrival in Liyue, opting to dote on his subordinates instead, which greatly infuriated him beyond reason. You promised! You promised that only he could have your attention within your stay, and that you would make up for the time he headed back home only to hear that you were in Fontaine, holding an audience with the Chief Justice of the nation. But you weren’t making good on it in the slightest bit.

If only he knew that your cruelty was a process to be had. That your cruelty in itself was a form of sickening kindness, a way for him to need you more, to realize that he can’t have it any better after you… not like there was ever a need to convince him anyway.

And as the night finally fell, a moody Childe faced you as soon as you returned home from your little outing with the Liyue Qixing (whom you’ve made a promise to have a deal with in the near future). There was a cute pout in his lovely face and you couldn’t help but huff out a laugh in amusement, watching his normally blank eyes emit such ferocious jealousy.

“Careful dear, any more of that and you’ll be having wrinkles.” Your laugh was quick to pull him out of his brooding, finding it hard to stay mad now that finally, you were talking to him.

Childe felt like a child deprived of any form of love as he made a mad dash towards you who barely left the doorway and engulfed you in a hug, tight and absolutely refused to let go. If he were only more aware, he would’ve seen the pleased devious smile on your face before prying him away from you, resorting into a disapproving frown from your partner.

“You owe me this much, y’know? You—” Not even before he could make his proper argument, Childe already found himself getting pulled back in, a grip around his waist with one arm while the other caressed his cheek.

“I owe you?” Your mirthless laugh sends shivers down his spine and as your gloved hands linger down from his cheek down to the skin of his neck, Childe could only whimper in a poorly concealed excitement. “Dear, I owe you absolutely nothing.” You spat and the harbinger took it with open arms.

He was quick to be reduced into a speechless man as your eyes switched from something loving to something far more dangerous and addicting. Childe could feel himself stiffen in anticipation as your fingers lingered around his neck, tracing his Adam’s apple with a thinly veiled threat.

“I owe you nothing, you lowly harbinger. In fact, I’d like to raise a complaint, yes?” His throat bobbed at your cruel look. “The one night we spent on the ship, it was in rather poor taste. Matter of fact, I despised it. You performed so poorly, I had to finish myself off with someone else.”

It was a lie you both knew, but the thought of you with someone else already had Childe gripping against the lapels of your suit, in complete desperation to prove himself once more. “N-No, wait, I can…”

Your sneer was thrilling as it was arousing for Childe, and the mere thought that this would be the determinant of his life with you that was hanging by a thread was enough to get him going. Childe wasted no time to press up against you, in need to do better than his less than stellar performance.

Your lips ghosted over his trembling ones with a smirk. You absolutely loved your little harbinger.

𐂂

Thoma

Guilt flooded through Thoma’s heart as set his course on breaking another poor hopeful maiden’s heart. By all means, Thoma may be unassuming, but it was something already disproven by the many confessions he would receive on the daily. He was Inazuma’s fixer, and was quite popular around neighborhood, not only as the trusted keeper of the renonwed Kamisato siblings, but also as the reliable man that anyone could go to.

And who was anyone to argue? He really did know how to aid people, so much so that the prettiest maidens ought to take him for themselves, finding his abilities endearing, and that while he was no Kamisato, he still is one of the most attractive men in the nation. Often times he does find himself to be the butt of teasing from Ayato and the pitiful smiles that Ayaka would give him.

While one would think it shouldn’t even be that big of a deal, it was more of the fact that there was an existing reason for all of this turmoil. And that just happened to be his dearly beloved fiancé, you. Alas, Thoma never had the guts to tell most people about the love that you and him shared, but rest assured he was not trying to hide you. It’s more of the prejudiced notion of him being a mere housekeeper suddenly about to get married to an important figure like you in Teyvat.

People were conservative in their views, and rarely do they find it amusing when someone of high status hopes to get married to someone who is beneath them.

Thoma hated it so, but he was doing this more for you. He has heard of the extremes Ayato has to go through to keep the Kamisato name alive. And while you haven’t experienced the same thing, Thoma wasn’t going to be the first reason for you to suffer the same fate as his boss — hence his resignation to absolute secrecy.

You, however, did not mind. Sure, you were placed on a pedestal just because of your influence stretching across all nations, but even a small uproar about your marriage to Thoma was nothing in comparison to your gigantic business, in fact, your underground organization can quash any hushed whispers from every corner of this world. But you respected Thoma’s effort and found them quite endearing, him going through all those lengths just for your sake. Nothing could get you going more than an honest and loyal man like him.

What you didn’t appreciate however, was the scene before. You’ve officially arrived back home in Inazuma, dressed in your finest robes as you were hoping to surprise your beloved fiancé — only to be greeted with a less than pleasant sight of a woman nearly convulsing in embarrassment as she spilled her heart out to who was meant to be yours.

Thoma had to learn the hard way. You ought to teach him a lesson. And that was certainly a promise you would make good on.

Thoma’s house was nothing short of comfortable and cozy, far more humble than the grand castle that awaits him as soon as he marries you. And while the luxury it brought was absolutely divine, Thoma could only argue that his home is where you are. It didn’t matter where, as long as you were in it, Thoma can live in peace.

And nothing could justify the absolute happiness in Thoma’s once he saw you by the stove, cooking something. You… you were here! With him again! His home has finally returned.

Oh if only knew just how much guilt would pool in his little heart once you get on with the punishment.

Tiny gasps escaped from Thoma’s lips, quiet murmurs of pleas for you to slow down, to let him breathe and ask why the sudden aggression. He had never expected you to be so rough. Your presence could be intimidating (even to him in your first meet), but you were far more gentle than this beastly rendition of yourself.

Despite his begging, you heeded so little of his words and pursued even harder, fingers intertwining on the chain of his dog tag, where his engagement ring was. No wonder that woman didn’t take a hint.

“P-Please, dear— let me—!”

“Was this some kind of joke?” Thoma should be scared, he knows, but the way your lips pulled into a mean snarl had him squirming in a far more pleasurable way. He shrank under your gaze as you tugged into the ring. “You are my fiancé — and I was just about ready to forgive you for even entertaining that scag when I realized your ring wasn’t on your finger.”

Thoma’s eyes widened at your words. Never have you expressed such distaste and jealousy towards him before, sure, you were territorial, but at the very least you were not an unreasonably jealous partner. It only served as a surprise when he realized that he was barely fighting this side of you, finding himself pressing further into you, to appease you.

The sigh of disappointment that left your system was the straw that broke the camel’s back as he quickly threw his arms around your neck, pulling you close as he murmured his apologies. He couldn’t bear to see you like this and to see you so disappointed in him… he might as well leave this plane of existence.

However, you quickly dismissed his apologies, “Let me make it up to you dear,” you muttered against his neck, already ready to nip at his creamy skin. “I’ll make sure no one ever makes the mistake of approaching you ever.”

Needless to say, the angry bright red marks on his neck never left under your surveillance and vigorous reapplication until Thoma drills the fact that he was yours into his head for good.

𐂂

Zhongli

Submission is a concept that Zhongli as Morax could never hope to entertain. He was the domineering figure in Liyue, being its god and everything. His position towered over his fellow adepti and ruled over every being that stepped in his nation with an iron fist. Zhongli would even go as far as to admitting that he was a brute at times, resorting into bouts of possessiveness over what was his. Only that, he can blame on his dragon characteristics.

However among all the people that hailed him up until his death, there was one that he just couldn’t particularly figure out. That thing being you — a puzzle piece that he couldn’t figure out. You were the physical embodiment of the rock that trips any unfortunate mortal in their path.

There was just something with the way you held yourself with your decadent nature that was sure to allure people from left to right. You carried yourself so lightly with an air of innocence yet every move you made was no doubt calculated, precise, and hypnotically seductive, luring him in like a sweet poison.

And as the years went by, he had worked tirelessly to close the gap that you yourself have made him aware of. He found it utterly laughable — the fact that he, the one who lords over everyone, making a conscious effort to get close to you. In fact, he was even sure it was you that compelled him to do so, forcing him into your space like a vortex that only has the intention of drawing him in and swallowing him whole.

Truly, Morax was worth his salt — considering that he was correct about his assumptions.

Zhongli sat with you in the comfort of his favored restaurant, opening his eyes after relishing in the tea that was served only to see your unabashed staring. He lightly bristled, surprised at your undivided attention. Even with the times you and him have spent together, nothing could best that gaze of yours — something that Zhongli felt proud in holding the distinction of having. No one has ever seen you look at someone like the way you looked at him, and it was something that the former Geo Archon took pride in.

“Something on your mind, darling?” He asked, hoping to pry open those chaotic thoughts of yours.

Still with that cloying smile of yours that he so loved to look at you, reached a hand to thumb at the corner of his lips, “Just you.” You laughed as you felt him stiffen under your touch. Zhongli truly was a treat for you to indulge and one you can never let go of.

He was your precious little dragon, unknowingly obsessive and possessive and so painfully subservient under your touch. You so loved to toy with him most of the time, but even then, you couldn’t erase the fact that he has you wrapped around him just as much he does to you.

Zhongli could feel his breath hitch as your gentle hands slowly pried his mouth open, and he, without question abided. You were still an enigma to him, still completely unaware of how much you’ve trapped him within your hold, with no hopes of escaping (not like he has wanted to). And as your fingertips brushed against his soft lips, he was much too distracted when a carnal desire glinted through your eyes.

The former god had to thank the bustling busybodies of Liyue harbor for covering up the absolute debauchery you had subjected yourself and him into — by the small gap between shops, dark enough from the shadow in between, you had pushed Zhongli into it with a look of desire on your face.

It must’ve been because he sought you out and that he was used to being the one who has to keep up with you, but there was something so delicious in the way he always craved for your touch. You weren’t even so scarce with it either, as every time he demanded, you obliged. Oh how foolish he was to think that he was the one with control — unable to realize the mere fact that with every touch that leaves him breathless is a poison the continues to corrupt him from the inside out.

Suddenly, every touch of yours was not enough — that he needed so much more, and all of it can be proven with the way Zhongli had desperately pulled you into him. He was filled to the brim with the need and want and you did not withhold any of it.

He was left gasping as you fondled him through his work clothes, lips attached to his neck that left one too many marks.

“Darling, please…” his pleas came out in a form of a breathy whimper and you had to be cruel.

“Oh? Look at you, so absolutely ruined, my lord.” Your jabs went straight the heat that pooled into his stomach, suddenly taken aback by your sudden coyness. It was taking him back to all those centuries that past when you and him were young and stupid.

Zhongli gripped onto your shoulders, uncaring whether or not he too had wrinkled your suit. A pleading look flashed through his eyes, much to your elation. But you continued to toy with him, somehow after being spoiled rotten, even the wisest consultant of Liyue could not resist the feeling of impatience that painfully ate away at him.

“How do you think your other adepti friends would say at the sight of their dear old Morax… so pitifully in need of his beloved’s touch?” Your words sent shivers down to his spine. You just took away his demands for your touch and now you’re depriving him of the praises you would sing to him so sweetly every time? How cruel!

A whimper escaped from his trembling lips, “It’s not… it’s not pitiful…” He tries to fight and justify but even then he knew it was a futile attempt.

Your hands that gripped his waist tightened and he fought the urge to grant you that sweet delectable sound of pleasure out of revenge, “I find that very hard to believe.” You weren’t even trying as you drew out what you wanted from him with one more forceful squeeze against his supple flesh.

His head quickly fell into your shoulder and you can slowly see the disappearance of the feared warrior god as Zhongli begged for your touch, “Please… don’t deprive me of this… you’re all I need and have…”

A huff of amusement left your system as you tipped his head up by the chin, you leaned in, giving him one tiny peck that elicited yet another soft whine and licked his lips, watching them glisten with your saliva.

“Right you are dear… I’m all you have and that’s all you’ll ever need.”

#lmao not me realizing i have a thing for tongues after writing this #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #alhaitham x male reader #alhaitham x gn reader #ayato x male reader #ayato x gn reader #diluc x male reader #diluc x gn reader #itto x male reader #itto x gn reader #kaeya x male reader #kaeya x gn reader #childe x male reader #childe x gn reader #thoma x male reader #thoma x gn reader #zhongli x male reader #zhongli x gn reader #dom reader #jhuzen’s stupid scenarios

[i-dance-with-the-wind]

Tighnari, Ayato & Xingqiu cuddle headcanons x gn!reader

genre: fluff

characters: tighnari, ayato, xingqiu, gn!reader

warnings: bad english

•can be both big spoon and little spoon

•if you're feeling down, he'll pull you into his chest and comfort you!

•rubbing circles on your back and just being cute <3

•he'll also let you pet his ears

•and his tail is just super fluffy!

•but okay, if he's feeling down then he'll come to you and you'll have to stroke his hair while he's clinging to your chest

•i bet he's using something to make his hair softer

•he's a big spoon

•let you lie your head in his lap while he's reading

•won't cuddle in public

•but when two are alone >>>

•he's basically clinging to you

•well, he makes you cling to him

•teasing!!

•loooots of teasing

•in public, at home, doesn't matter as long as he's able to see your flustered face •also really enjoys reading to you while you two are cuddling

•big spoon

•and he's such a big tease

•literally every action of him is teasing

•he just loves seeing your flushed face

•makes you sit in his lap while he's working

•when your shorter than him it's even better!

•always needs to have you around

•expect spicy hugs that may turn into a make out session

•loves to spend all his free time with you since he works a looot

#genshin x gender neutral reader #tighnari x reader #tighnari x gender neutral reader #tighnari x you #xingqiu x reader #xingqiu x gender neutral reader #xingqiu x you #genshin tighnari x reader #genshin xingqiu x reader #ayato x reader #ayato x gender neutral reader #ayato x gn reader #ayato x you #kamisato ayato x you #kamisato ayato x reader #genshin ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x reader cuddles #xingqiu x reader cuddles #tighnari x reader cuddles #genshin x reader cuddles #genshin x reader headcanons #genshin x reader fluff #ayato x reader fluff #tighnari x reader fluff #xingqiu x reader fluff

[dat-bruv-person]

༉‧₊˚. not your average ayato arranged marriage trope.

a/n: so you know those ayato fics where you guys get in an arranged marriage but you live him and he doesn't live you back? Yeah... this is one of those but MY way. (My way or the highway)

gn!reader, poc!reader friendly <3 reader has a dendro and electro vision.

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

So, the story starts with you. This whole thing started because you wanted more money and power and status, because who doesn't? Now, what sets you apart from the other clans is that you care for your workers and pay them well, so naturally, your reputation is very high in Inazuma. However... money is the reason we exist! Everybody knows it, it's a fact - kiss kiss <3 Now, which other clan in Inazuma has a handsome, rich and highly respected leader? I know! The Yashiro Commission, or the Kamisato Clan. After a few talks, papers were signed and arrangements were made for you guys to be wed.

Ayato was only doing this because a lot of other suitors were on his sister's heels, and he cared too much about her to just let her be thrown away. So, he signed the marriage contract with no feelings for you. We all know why you signed, gold digger, so everything is in place.

The first date was... interesting. You both arrived, looking very attractive, and stood there. Awkwardly. Now, don't get me wrong, you are a wise and powerful person, your dendro vision is very strong when used simultaneously with your electro vision, and Ayato is no doubt a dangerous person with a chilling smile, yet you two just plastered your fake smiles on your faces and kissed each other on the cheek. A long day was ahead, discussing how your clans would be linked, a dinner date, more discussing, brunch, even more discussing, and then going home. It seemed more like a school day rather than an outing. Nevertheless, date 1 was completed.

Date 2: a stroll by the docks, hand in hand. You turned out to be very good at being a fake ass bitch/bastard because even Ayato believed that you were truly in love with him for a second or two. Poor him. His poker face remained, though, never cracking.

Along the way, you two had a little run-in, shall we phrase it that way, and a gang of nobushis were surrounding a small girl. Ayato simply... looked the other way. First of all, how dare he? A small, helpless girl was in danger, and he just decides to... ignore it? Rich people sometimes. You hastily stepped in and wielded your weapon with grace yet brutally slayed the nobushi. Oh, how overjoyed the little girl was that you were there to save her! She clung to you and cried, her parents were dead, they were gone forever! You didn't mind Mr Kamisato telling you that this is unprofessional and you should just leave her so that the Tenryou Commission can take care of her, you decided to take her back home with you.

Despite the interruption, you two carried on your... I don't even know what to call it anymore. You just hated him with your whole heart. How do have the audacity to tell someone not to save a child, call it unprofessional to her face, and side-eye you the entire walk back? Honestly. It's for the money, you told yourself - it's for the money.

3rd date: everything just falls apart. There's you and him throwing passive-aggressive comments at each other, you winning the argument and muttering the slyest little insults known to man at him, and there's Ayaka, who accidentally asked if the little girl was yours and Ayato's. She did have your skin tone, and her face did resemble the latter, having pretty, long, blue hair - anyone could've made that mistake! But, here we are. You: disgusted with the man sitting in front of you, and Ayato: quite displeased with you. There was still hope, you got your benefits, a daughter that isn't actually yours but you loved her nonetheless, and a nice house. Amazing.

Fast-forward to the present; you've been married to Ayato for 2 years now and every day he comes home tired and not wanting to talk to anyone. Fair enough, everyone has their bad days, but this was more than that. He just seemed... bored. Your life with him wasn't your favourite thing about being a part of the Clan, but your daughter - Aarya - and all the extra money you got were keeping you sane. So, you smiled to yourself.

Life was okay.

#ainsley writes #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact angst #genshin angst #genshin x black reader #genshin x poc!reader #genshin x gn reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #ayato x gn reader #ayato x gender neutral reader #ayato x reader #ayato kamisato #kamisato ayato #ayato angst #could you tell how much of a silly goofy mood i was in

[patxhwrk]

Could I ask Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Tartaglia, Zhongli, Ayato, and Thoma reacting to the reader nervously confessing their feelings for them?

The amount i related to the reader's awkward nervousness was so fucking embarassing i had to scream in my pillow for a moment

Some of these may not be nervous, but i completely forgot about that part when writing it

Its been like months since this was in my drafts lmao

-ˋˏ✄— Ways to say I Love You !

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: Nervously Confessing to Genshin Men !

Characters: Albedo, Diluc Ragnvindr, Kaeya Alberich, Kamisato Ayato, Tartaglia, Thoma, Zhongli

Pronouns: they/them

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Albedo | Kreideprinz

"Are you sure you wont get cold?"

"Don't worry about me, too much, Y/n. I'm used to Dragonspine, it will be fine."

"Fine, but don't take too long, Klee misses you too quickly!"

With a chuckle, Albedo turned towards his friend, who smiled at him.

"So you're saying you don't miss me at all?"

"I didn't say that. I said Klee misses you sooner than I do."

Albedo smiled at them. "So you miss me too?"

"Of course I miss you, Albedo! Sometimes I even worry if you'd get sick, your camp is always so cold even with the fires."

The thought of Y/n worrying about him made him smile, and Albedo only shook his head as he straightened out his coat.

"Don't worry, Y/n. I can't get sick, you should know that."

Y/n pouted, crossing their arms as they sighed.

"I know... But, if you ever got sick, I'll still take care of you."

Albedo arched a brow, his smile growing fond.

"Oh? Will you now?"

Face darkening, Y/n scoffed at him.

"Wipe that smile off your face, don't you have an expedition to get to?"

Light laughter filled the air as Albedo chuckled, turning to leave with a final wave to them.

Oh, how he couldn't wait for the expedition to end.

─𖠄࿐

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ Diluc Ragnvindr | The Dark Side of Dawn

"Evening, master Diluc!"

The night was cold outside the walls of Mondstadt. There the Dark knight hero stood, blazing red hair flowing like a flame in the wind as he perched on a tree.

Below him, with an apple in hand, was Y/n. They gave him a bright smile before taking a large bite out of the juicy fruit. "Y'know, if I didn't pay attention well enough, I would have considered you a bird, master Diluc!"

Jumping down from the tree, Diluc sighed. "I told you, outside the cavern, you may call me just Diluc. No need for formalities, Y/n."

"Aww, alrighty."

"What are you doing out this hour?"

Y/n hummed, leaning against the tree, munching silently on the apple as they recalled the moments prior.

"Well, I couldn't sleep, so I thought I'd go for a walk outside."

"Y/n, it's dangerous out here."

"Yeah, well," they trailed off, a distant look in their eye. "I had a pretty bad dream."

"Oh," was all Diluc said, before a moment passed and he spoke again. "Would...would you like to talk?"

They shook their head no, and Diluc nodded in understanding.

"Well, you better take care of yourself out here, Y/n. Especially if you're out to clear your thoughts."

Nodding their head, Diluc waved one last time before slowly walking away.

"Take care of yourself, too, Dark knight hero."

Diluc paused in his steps, turning to look back at Y/n, who remained leaning on the tree. Their eyes remained on the apple, but they glanced at Diluc one last time with a shy smile before walking back towards the city.

"How ever will I feel safe if you're not there?"

Watching their retrieving figure, Diluc only smiled with a scoff before shaking his head and continuing on his nightly duties.

─𖠄࿐

Kaeya Alberich | Frostwind Swordsman

A knock echoed in his office, and Kaeya peeked up from his mountain of paperwork. Usually he had little, but those pesky hilichurs were more annoying than usual.

"Come in," he called out, letting himself slouch back in his seat for a moment of rest.

"Captain," a voice, familiar and nice and comforting. "How do you fare?"

"Aha, no need to be so formal, Y/n. We're friends, aren't we?"

"Sorry, workplace habit, I guess."

"It's quite alright. Come, take a seat."

And so they did, across Kaeya's desk.

"Now, what did you need? Or are you just here to visit me?" A teasing smirk stretched his lips, but Y/n didn't miss the heavy bags in his eyes.

"Have you been taking care of yourself?" They asked, straight to the point.

"Well, I guess I didn't quite get enough sleep this past few nights."

"Kaeya..."

"Haha, don't give me that look. You know well how demanding Knights of Favonious work is."

"You can always ask Jean for a break."

"Now, now, no need to put more work on the Acting Grandmaster's shoulders. Why is it such a problem, anyways?"

They coughed, looking away, a nervous look in their darkening face.

Kaeya raised a brow.

"I... I care about you, Kae."

Silence danced in the office for a second.

Just a second.

"Oh? What's this? Dear little Y/n cares about me? How sweet," he teased, though he couldn't deny the beating of his chest.

"You know what I mean." A light hearted scowl danced on their face, and Kaeya only laughed.

"Well, perhaps I could take a break, if it means easing you even for a little."

─𖠄࿐

Kamisato Ayato | Pillar of Fortitude

Work piled up on his desk, loads of sleepless nights bagging under his eyes.

He was a Kamisato, after all. The Yashiro Commissioner everyone expects to have everything done by the minute.

"Ayato?"

All except patient little Y/n.

"Ayato, take a break, it's late."

"Just a few more papers left."

Y/n never rushed him, always patient, always waiting.

Sitting across him, on the plush pillows on the floor of his office, Y/n glanced at his paperwork before yawning.

"No need to wait for me, Y/n, it's already late."

"But Ayato, you've been working non stop. C'mon, just rest already."

The worried glance they spared him made Ayato pause for a moment.

"Forgive me, but I must finish this. Why don't you head to bed? I can deal with a few more hours awake."

"Ayato..."

Glancing back towards them, Ayato gave a soft, tired smile.

"I'll wait until you finish," they said unhesitantly, and Ayato paused.

"Y/n, dear—"

"The bed's colder without you, after all..."

They looked away bashfully, but the moonlight peeking through the open window made it clear that their face was darkening.

A moment passed, before Ayato chuckled.

"Alright, then."

He stood, and lend a hand towards them.

"Let's head to bed then, darling."

─𖠄࿐

Tartaglia | Childe

"Haha—Ow!"

"Stop laughing, idiot!"

"Sorry, sorry, haha—"

Tightening the bandages once again, Childe winced in pain. "You can stop hurting me, now."

"You're only getting hurt because of the wounds you caused."

"C'mon now, no need to be so harsh. My heart is aching, Y/n," he groaned out, leaning back against the wall.

Rolling their eyes, Y/n failed to find the fond smile that graced their lips. "I hope it aches enough for you to get a heart attack."

"Oh, you wound me! How hurtful! Woe is I! Woe is—Ow!"

"Oh, sorry, did that hurt?"

Childe scoffed at their sarcastic remark, sighing dramatically.

"Seriously, you need to take better care of yourself. What are you going to do without me?"

"Probably be dead in a ditch somewhere. How can I ever live without your touch as you caress my wounded face in your soft, loving han—"

"Alright, that's enough."

Peeking down at Y/n, Childe gave a sly smile at their darkening face. "Oh, but dearest Y/n—"

"Ajax, I'm serious."

Holding his face gently with both hands, Y/n stared at his ocean blue eyes.

The worried glance they gave him made him stop completely, eyes meeting theirs.

"Please, Ajax. Watch over yourself. I worry about you."

Blinking for a moment, Childe smiled softer than he ever had. Raising his hands to cup theirs, he turned his head and pecked their palm.

"Don't you worry too much, darling. I promise I'd watch over myself, for you."

─𖠄࿐

Thoma | Protector from Afar

Thoma danced around the Kamisato estate, sweeping the dust away in a silent rythm. The sun had been high up, and he decided it was too good of a day to procastinate.

Y/n stood off to the side, watching him move out and about.

"You work too much, Thoma," they said, which promptly stopped him from working.

"No need to worry, Y/n. It's a great morning, I'll just get my chores done with early." He smiled, so carefree and happy.

He was always so happy, working in the Kamisato estate.

Y/n worried about him sometimes.

"I won't take too long, I promise!"

Sighing, they shok their head, but smiled fondly nonetheless.

Thoma was too much of a workaholic.

And maybe Y/n admired him for that

"Don't overwork yourself, Thoma. Please."

Turning towards his partner, Thoma smiled gently, knowing that they truly cared for him.

"I promise you, I won't."

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Zhongli | Vago Mundo

"Zhongli, it's great to see you again." Sitting across him, holding a hot cup of tea, Y/n smiled at the former archon.

"How are you these days?"

"Ah, everything has been lovely. Being a mortal allows me to interact with the people of Liyue in a casual manner, and I find it relaxing."

"Indeed it is."

A comforting wave of silence washed over them, as they enjoyed their tea.

"I wish we could spend more time like this. In the peacefulness of Liyue, as people rush to and fro."

"Indeed." Nodded Zhongli. "It is quite unfortunate that your field of work takes up too much time."

"I'll try to visit more, Zhongli."

He smiled at them. "I appreciate it, Y/n."

The bustling of Liyue streets filled their ears as they idly chattered over their cup of tea.

Times like were what they cherished the most.

—PATCHWRK!

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When You’re Kamisato Ayato’s Sweetheart— Headcannons ♡

I wrote a little fic after the headcannons! Ayato x gn!reader ♡ I cannot stress this enough Ayato is an intense dude in his discription but otherwise the fic is very sweet fluffy stuff you're gonna love it trust me.

Content warnings: Cursing lol. There is a small mention of blood and disposal of bodies---Shuumatsuban stuff. Also mention of blinding oneself in a hyperbolic context. Otherwise it's a very fluffy fic! Let me know if I should add any more warnings!

Ok so Ayato is the overworked head of the Kamisato clan. One would think he has absolutely ZERO time for a partner and would opt for an arranged marriage with some heiress or noblewoman in order to “fulfill his duties as the Yashiro Commissioner”.

”FUCK THAT”, I headcannon.

Even though Ayato is beyond committed to his duties, he is also extremely heartful. Everything he does, although it seems like a grab for power, is fueled by devotion to those he loves. And the love he feels is the hearth that sets fire to his soul and keeps him pushing through every stack of paperwork, every meeting that drones on, every all-nighter and treaty and public presence.

And he just so happens to fall in love with you.

Not only that, but I’ve seen a lot of content displaying Ayato as a neglectful partner; too consumed by his duties to pay attention to his relationship—despite how much he adores you. And like, yeah, I guess any person with that much on their plate would experience the pitfall of unintentionally ignoring their partner in lieu of their duties.

But Ayato isn't just any person.

He's the head of the fucking Yashiro Commission.

This man has work up the wazoo but he gets it done. He constantly takes on more and more but it’s never too much for him to weather. He handles it. And guess what? You factor into that.

I think his partner would be so pampered by him, their whims and needs constantly met with zero delay, nothing they could ask for is too much, to the point where they are just desensitized to the laborious nature of the estate.

I see his darling partner wandering into his office during an extremely important meeting with some foreign powers or opposing clan heads because they need their hubbby to help them with a jar they just can’t get open. Obviously, they are pursued by various staff and/or Thoma scuttling about. The staff are running into walls and whisper-yelling in an attempt to catch her/him/them and prevent the well-meaning and hungry partner from interrupting the commissioner’s meeting. Only for Ayato to be across the room in a fraction of a heartbeat once his partner slides open the door; not only opening the jar for them but giving his partner a sweet forehead kiss as well.

The staff are frantically wiping sweat from their foreheads and clutching their palpitating hearts from the panic The Commissioner's Darling caused.

Here’s your fanfic:

It came as a shock to not only the nobility, but everyone in Inazuma when the Yashiro Commissioner announced his newfound public relationship. A relationship with…a commoner? No. A relationship with a commoner of Inazuma would be much more acceptable. With an outlander. What was he thinking? This scandal was a dash on the Commissioner's reputation. A dash that reflects poorly not only on him, but on his clan as a whole. Threatening the political influence and overall power of the Yashiro Commission.

It’s not that Ayato didn’t know this or didn’t care. Every political move made by him was beyond calculated—it was hand-designed and enacted by destiny itself. But…he had an undeniable weak point.

Despite his elegant appearance, despite his agreeable manner of speech and inherent persuasiveness, the Yashiro Commissioner was a man of steel. His ability to focus on his work, his efficiently, could not even be rivaled by that of an ancient scholar. The work of a hermit that has spent a hundred years crouched over a scroll could not only be matched by Ayato in a half an hour but also come out better. Beyond that, the multi-dimensional way of thinking he possessed that enabled him to checkmate any opposition in mere minutes was, frankly, terrifying. Countless bodies have been disposed of in the sea behind the Kamisato estate, not by his own hand, but by the hands of the Shuumatsuban at his order. Though, Ayato has never and would never hesitate to cut down anyone who stood in his way. It was just that it was easier to talk his way through a problem, or to not get his hands dirty with blood he would have to wash off later.

One would think he spilt blood and ran his brain power into the ground in the pursuit of political power or the desire to maintain it. No. Inazuma paled in comparison to the loyalty that Ayato used to drag himself forward through each and every day--he did it all and would do anything to protect his precious family.

When you wandered into his path and into his heart, you became a part of that mantra.

Not only did he endlessly and tirelessly labor to protect his last blood relative and his family name, but you too. An outlander whose smile shimmered in his eyes, who gifted him the experience of his heart thumping with romance in his chest for the first time in his laborious life.

So archons help any poor soul that stands in the way of him keeping you. And he would sooner blind himself then let a single one of your needs be delayed by a fraction of a second.

This sounds intense. Ayato is an intense man. But his devotion to you is exemplified in much more passive, much sweeter and innocent ways.

You never feel lonely wandering the expanse of the estate. You are always accompanied or entertained by Thoma, Ayaka, or any friend you desire to host—despite Ayato’s retainers insisting that you introducing outsiders to the inner workings of the Yashiro Commission was a serious security threat.

When you find yourself feeling hungry while wandering the streets of Inazuma City, with the mora in your pouch being just short of enough to pay for a snack at a nearby booth, Thoma just so happens to run into you with a massive pouch of mora at his side---insisting on treating you to an expensive lunch at your favorite restaurant. Unbeknownst to you, your meal was fully expensed by your lover, who had sent Thoma to you with the bag of mora and detailed instructions on how to treat you after having recieved an update from the Shuumatsuban about your lack of funds (sorry for the spying but Ayato has access to an extensive network of informants around Inazuma---a service he has been leveraging for years. You think he wouldn’t exploit this highly classified agency if it meant a smile gracing your face? Yeah, right.). He also instructs Thoma to, following your lunch, drag you if he must into multiple clothing, jewelry and candy shops. “Don’t come back until there is not a single coin in that pouch.”, being The Commissioner’s deliberate order.

And don’t get me started on what happens if you ask something of him yourself. Ayato has never said no to you once. And he never will. He’s just too weak when met with your sweet voice, your big puppy dog eyes, your pleading words. You don’t have to grovel. You don’t even have to say please. If you ask something of him, he will stop at nothing to ensure it is done. And he won’t let you see a single bead of sweat or hint of exertion while he does it.

You’re unable to sleep, tossing and turning in your otherwise empty bed. You should never have trouble sleeping---the soft sheets, plush duvet, and at least three mattress pads promising you a comfortable rest every night. But you can’t help desiring the company of your lover. So you sneak into Ayato’s office. At this ungodly hour, he is still engrossed in his work; filling out documents and writing letters that must be sent out by the time the sun rises. He will prolong entering his bed for as long as work asks it of him. But if you ask him to come to bed? In that sleepy, small and lovestruck voice of yours? He is holding you close and tight under the covers, like you're a battery charging him with life, while whispering sweet reassurances into your ear and nuzzling into your neck until your breathing slows to a light snore. It is only then, when you are fast asleep, that he slips back out of bed and returns to the drudgery of his workload—not a wink of rest gracing his eyes. He doesn’t need it. As long as you are safe and happy and cared for, he can work until his death and then some.

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CHAPTER SEVEN || DOROTHEA

SYPNOSIS (of chapter). in which conversations are all you need for this joint bachelor party.

SYPNOSIS (of series). breaking up with your first love was heartbreaking, but not as heartbreaking as getting invited to his wedding after years of not seeing him. that is, until things seem to be easier when you encounter a certain guest, who could end up being more than just a blooming friend to you.

CHARACTERS. kamisato ayato, diluc ragnvindr (w/ gn!reader)

CONTENT. angst/fluff, modern!au, ooc ayato (?), mentions of breakup, crying, minor character death, mentions of car accidents, not proofread

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POST-SCRIPT. i'm not sure if ill be able to post anything next week due to my last exam week, but i promise you guys that i'll start posting frequently once my school ends next month :DD

You don’t feel like you want to attend the joint bachelor party anymore. 

Ever since Ayato talked to you by the elevator, you felt like you just wanted a time of peace for today and not face him again, your head still in shambles from what you discovered. 

Arranged marriages.. How depressing.. 

What’s worse is that Chisato, Ayato’s fiancee and future wife, isn’t probably aware of how you’re Ayato’s ex who has come to his wedding, making you wonder and dread just how the poor woman reacts when she finds out.

The last thing you need right now is for things to get worse if people knew about you and Ayato’s past relationship and misunderstood things.

“Welcome, ( Name ) and Mr. Zhongli!” Thoma greeted you two as you entered the Grand Goth Hotel’s function room, you feel amazed by how the room turned out. Thoma really outdid himself in decorating the place, it’s even more magnificent than the hotel’s lobby area.

It’s as if the room is the “night version” of the lobby, with some furnitures and setups glowing beautifully in blue, the roof looking as if there’s stars on them, beautiful flowers made of washi papers displayed by the center of all the tables, chandeliers that are crystal instead of gold, round tables around the room with the wedding couple’s being in the center of it all, everything in the party is definitely praise-worthy and enough for the Kamisato family. 

“This place is really amazing, I’m impressed by you, Thoma.” You complimented, too awestruck by the party’s aesthetic to notice the way the blonde-haired man’s face flushes red, flustered by your praise. 

“I-I’m glad you like it, ( Name )! I made sure your table is somewhere near the buffet and bar area since I know you’d definitely try to go and get the food often, you can find your seat by the names displayed around the tables.” He spoke, pointing at where your table assumedly is. 

Your eyes sparkle. “You’re truly an angel sent from Celestia, Thoma.” You then look at Zhongli, who’s simply watching your interaction with Thoma silently. “Shall we go then, Zhongli?” You ask. 

He nods immediately, giving you an encouraging smile. “We shall.” 

You look back at Thoma. “We’ll be going then, we don’t want to disrupt you from greeting the next guests.” You said with a small bow. 

The blonde-haired man nods in understanding. “I understand, you can find me if there’s anything you want, I’d be happy to help.” Thoma spoke enthusiastically with a thumbs up. 

“Alright, see you then Thoma.” 

As you and Zhongli are on your way towards your respective tables, your eyes immediately land on the foods displayed by the buffet area. The table was long, filled with countless foods from Mondstadt, Liyue, and Inazuma, waiting to be feast upon by the guests as servers were stationed nearby to serve them. 

Your mouth waters at the sight of the delicious meals that you miss from Inazuma. 

Soon I’ll have that food in my mouth, you thought to yourself excitedly before you started scanning the names displayed on the tables in hopes of looking for yours and Zhongli.

Thankfully, it didn’t take long to find your table thanks to Zhongli, who instantly pulls your chair for you to sit on, to which you oblige with a quiet “thank you.”

As you seated, you couldn’t help but look at the others displayed on your table, curious to know who would be the guests that’ll be seating beside you and your plus one. 

Your eyes widens when you saw one particular name you haven’t seen in ages–

“Who knew Kamisato Ayato would have the balls to invite his ex to his wedding?” 

What on earth is he doing here?! You thought, turning around on your seat to see the one person you never thought you’d see anymore.

“...Scaramouche?!” You cried out, standing up immediately as your smile became wide. “Oh wow, it is you!” 

Scaramouche rolls his eyes. “Yes, yes. No need to yell my name out loud, I don’t want my sister to know that I’m here, she’ll probably scold me for using the wedding as an excuse to ditch my work.” He slightly opens his arms as an invitation as he speaks, and you instantly hug him excitedly. Despite his rude attitude, the man was sort of tolerable and not as bad as people painted him out to be. 

“I can’t believe you’re actually here! What brings you to Ayato’s wedding?” You asked, breaking away from the short hug you and Scaramouche had. 

Besides Thoma, Ei was another childhood friend of yours. Thanks to her, you managed to meet Scaramouche, the youngest sibling in the Shogun family and is one year younger than you and Ei. 

Despite knowing Ei for so long, you weren’t exactly considered as friends with her brother (but not enemies either) until college whereas the both of you became close after seeing Scaramouche in an… interesting predicament. 

“He didn’t invite me if that’s what you’re wondering,” He spoke, causing you to laugh lightheartedly. “I was only dragged here by my colleague. He begged me to come because he didn’t want to look like a loner.”

Before you could question who his colleague is, another voice chimes into your conversation. 

“Is that what you’ve been telling others when they ask why you’re here?!” Your eyes widens when you noticed Tartaglia – the ginger-haired man who gave Zhongli breakfast – walking towards you and Scaramouche. “I only invited you because I couldn’t think of anyone at work who isn’t busy. Don’t flatter yourself, little guy.” 

You watched in amusement as Tartaglia wrapped his arm around Scaramouche’s neck and ruffled his hair, causing Scaramouche to groan and try to get away from the taller man’s grip in irritation. “Do that again and I’ll leave before the wedding, loner.”

“Hello, Childe.” Zhongli greeted, causing Tartaglia to look at your plus one in surprise. 

“Ah, Mr. Zhongli! I didn’t think we’d be at the same table.” Tartaglia commented. enthusiastically before letting go of Scaramouche, who immediately started glaring towards his colleague while fixing his hair. “I also didn’t expect Scaramouche to know your friend. ( Name ) was it?” 

You nodded in response, bowing politely at the man. “That’s my name. I’ve heard about you from Zhongli, I’m glad he made a new friend from this trip.” 

He smiles, eyeing towards your friend’s direction all the while he and Scaramouche sat down on their seats – with Scaramouche beside you. “Well, you can say that I, uh, have heard of him from a mutual friend of his. He’s quite impressive, I would’ve hired him in my company if he didn’t have a job.” 

Soon after Tartaglia’s comment, the last two guests who are on the same table as yours arrived. 

“My, my, and here I thought Ei’s dearest brother hated events.” Miko comments as she and Ei stand near their seats, causing you to wave at them. “How did a rascal like you manage to get to the wedding?” 

Scaramouche scoffs. “Mind your business, woman.” 

The pink-haired woman giggled, pulling her and Ei’s chairs before sitting down. “You still never learned, haven’t I told you to respect your seniors?” She playfully teased. 

“You’re no longer a Student Council officer, what’s the point?” 

“The point is that I’m still older than you!”

“One year older. It’s not like you’re an old lady.”

“Aww, how flattering! You think I’m young?”

As Scaramouche and Miko continued bantering to one another while Tartaglia started talking to Zhongli, you couldn’t help but feel as if you’re being watched by someone. Is it Ayato again…? Please don’t tell me he’s going to try and talk to me.. You thought to yourself nervously.

You looked around the room to look for the groom, only to find the blue-haired man talking to some of his guests by their table, his back facing towards your direction. 

If it’s not him.. then who?

“( Name ), are you alright?” Ei spoke up, causing Scaramouche and Miko’s banter as well as Zhongli’s conversation with Tartaglia to falter for a moment and look at you when the purple-haired woman voices her concern. 

You blinked a few times before looking at them back with a surprised look. “O-Oh, I’m alright. I was just spacing out, that’s all.” You reassured, rubbing the back of your neck with a sheepish smile. 

They didn’t believe you, but they didn’t try to bring it up. “You should sleep more, ( Name ). Your sleep schedule sometimes worries me.” Ei spoke. 

Miko laughs. “Says the one who has the worst sleep schedule.” 

“This is not about me, Miko.” Ei spoke, looking away from Miko in embarrassment. 

You couldn’t help but snort a little. “Alright, I’ll try not to destroy my sleep schedule.” You said to Ei. 

Maybe I was just overthinking about it, You thought, trying not to think about the feeling of being watched. 

While waiting for the party and the buffet to start, you decided to have conversations with Ei and the others to pass time, excited to feast on the buffet. Throughout said conversations, you found out Scaramouche didn’t actually arrive at the wedding on the first day of the week and had only arrived just today, making sense as to why Tartaglia has been sitting alone on his table during breakfast.

Surprisingly, Zhongli once associated with the company Tartaglia and Scaramouche worked for for unknown reasons besides the fact that he had chatted with the CEO, who was known for her strong determination and cold personality. 

After many minutes had passed, the party began. 

“Good evening, welcome to the joint bachelor party!” Thoma spoke through the mic as everyone gave him an applause. “I would like to thank you all for joining the beautiful wedding between Kamisato Ayato and Hiiragi Chisato, we’re glad to have you here.” 

You eyed Ayato's table as Thoma continued his speech, only for your eyes to land on hers. 

Is Chisato… staring at you?

Your shoulders tenses up when you realize the bride’s eyes are on you, confused as to why she’s now paying attention to you. Did she find out? 

You then pretended you didn’t notice, looking back at where Thoma is while praying to Celestia above that she won’t do anything. 

“Now as you may know, most bachelor parties include games and even performances from others, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do!” He explains, causing some – especially Itto – to gasp in excitement. “Of course, everyone doesn’t have to participate if they don’t want to, that’s why we provided the buffet area and bar area for you guys to enjoy as you watch others participate in our games.” 

You smiled when you spotted Itto and Yoimiya giving each other bets on which one of them was going to win all the while Tartaglia removes his tuxedo jacket to participate as well. As much as you want to join at least one game, you want to eat more. 

As though Zhongli had read your mind, he suddenly asks you. “Are you going to the buffet now?” 

You nodded in response, standing up from your seat the moment a lot of people stood up as well to participate in the first game. “I’ll be quick, do you want me to get you anything from the buffet?” 

Before a word could slip from Zhongli’s mouth, Tartaglia interrupts the conversation. “Mr. Zhongli, we gotta bring you to the trivia game! You’ll definitely win since you’re like a walking encyclopedia, haha!” He said. 

“I’m afraid I’d like to pass on this on–”

“Oh and I forgot to mention, the game’s reward is 100k Mora!” Thoma spoke, the amount caused a few, if not all, to cheer loudly.

“...Perhaps it won’t hurt to join, Childe.” 

You snorted with laughter when you saw Zhongli removing his tuxedo jacket as well and placing it around his seat, walking side by side with Tartaglia towards the open space where the game takes place.

“Who knew the Kamisato and Hiiragi family would throw games.” Miko comments with an amused hum as she and Ei watch from their seats. 

You then look at Scaramouche, who’s currently uninterested in the event going on. “You don’t want to join?” You ask. 

Scaramouche scoffs. “As if. I’m only here out of courtesy for the sake of my family.” 

You don’t believe a word he said, remembering the time back then when you and Scaramouche got involved in a trivia night at a restaurant near the university, leading him to become competitive and win. It’s safe to say you weren’t surprised when you see his name – or his alias, rather–on the board of the trivia night every time you visit the restaurant, a sign that he’s been visiting for it. 

Still, you knew not to push him further, thinking that he decided to not participate for the sake of protecting his dignity. “Suit yourself. Do you want me to get you anything from the buffet?” 

Scaramouche shook his head in response, his eyes looking at where the game was. 

Without another question in mind, you decided to make a beeline to the buffet area, finding the urge to skip your steps in excitement as the aroma of your delicious native food grew stronger and stronger until you found yourself standing in front of the displayed food. 

“Good evening, Mx.! Which one would you like for the night?” The server asks with a polite smile. 

–

By the time you get your hands on the foods you like, you try to head back to the table and watch the game, only to stop your tracks when you catch a certain red-haired man serving drinks by the bar. 

Wow, they really got Diluc Ragnvindr to serve drinks for their joint party?! You thought in shock, grabbing a bite of your food before heading towards the bar area instead of your table, wanting to have a quick chat with the man. 

“Mr. Ragnvindr! Hey!” You greeted, causing Diluc to look away from his customers and look at your direction in surprise. 

“Oh, greetings Mx. ( Last Name ).” He greeted politely. “What would you like for tonight?”

“Any juice would do, please. I don’t think I’m in the mood for some alcohol.” You replied, sitting down on a stool as you placed your meal by the counter. “Mind if I stay here for a bit and chat?”

Diluc nods in response, turning around to start making your drink. “Go ahead. Don’t mind me working while you’re at it.” 

You took another bite of your food, humming in delight at the taste of your favorite food from your homeland. It’s been so long! 

“I didn’t know Mr. Kamisato hired you to be the bartender. How are you?” 

“I’m alright, to say the least,” He nods in acknowledgement towards a guest who ordered a drink. “How about you? Are you.. Feeling better?” He asks, referring to the time when you were crying in front of him in the elevator after feeling overwhelmed by Ayato and his father. 

You feel a bit embarrassed when you remember that. “I-I uh… I can manage.” You answered, shaking your thoughts away and hoping you’d forget about it.

He then serves you your drink, causing you to thank him gratefully and take a sip.

“This is one great beverage.” You complimented to change the topic, taking more sips of the drink. “Have you been working in the company for a long time?” 

Diluc started making another drink for the other guests. “Yes. I took over the company when I was 18 years old–”

You nearly choked on your drink. “18 years old?! That’s so young!” You exclaimed, only to cover your mouth when you realized how loud you were. 

You smiled apologetically to the guests beside you who looked at you strangely, looking back at Diluc and started speaking more quietly. “Seriously though, 18? I’m starting to respect you a lot more, Mr. Ragnvindr.” 

His mouth twitches up slightly. “Are you saying you didn’t respect me in the beginning?” 

“Well, you did bump into my shoulder back then and didn’t apologize – and may I add about the fact that your shoulders are so.. broad? It felt like a bowling ball hit me!” 

He stopped making the drink for a moment, taken back by your bold words. Meanwhile, a guest beside you tries to hide his laughter from your comment.

“Well,” Diluc spoke hesitantly, clearing his throat as he proceeded to continue making the drink, “what matters is that I’ve apologized properly, no?” 

You took another bite of your meal, nodding in agreement with a smile. “Of course.” 

He suddenly asks you a question himself, focused on pouring the finished drink on a glass. “What about you? Where do you work?” 

“In Liyue.” You answered quickly, watching as the guest took the glass from Diluc and thanked him. “I originally came from Inazuma but moved to Liyue because of it.”

“Do you miss your home?” 

“Everyday.” You glance at where the game is currently being held, quickly spotting Zhongli and your friends participating with determination around them. “Though it’s not like I desperately want to go there. I’m happy in Liyue.” 

“That’s good.” Another guest came by the bar and ordered a drink, causing Diluc to start making a drink once more. “It’s your turn to ask a question now.” He spoke. 

Somehow, one supposedly quick chat became a q&a conversation. 

There was an unspoken agreement between the both of you to not ask anything about your personal lives seeing how all of your questions aren’t related to something about it. Regardless, you still got to know more with the man. You found out he prefers juice more over alcohol, had a pet turtle but currently has a pet bird called Vanessa, and has traveled around the world – something that he was willing to indulge you with as you ask questions about the nations he visited. You’d like to admit that he was also funny despite it being unintentional. You honestly couldn’t believe you’re getting along with Diluc so well – it felt like you could talk to him for hours.

It didn’t take long before you realized your conversation with him lasted for a long time until there was no longer food on your plate. 

“I’ll be back to get more food, mind keeping an eye on my drink?” You ask, hopping off from the stool you were sitting on with your empty plate in hand as Diluc obliges to your request. You glance at where the next game is currently in, only to spot Itto and Miko having an eating competition much to your surprise. Are they having a rematch?!

You turned back and continued heading towards the buffet area, thinking of the next meals you can eat. Maybe I should try some  of Mondstadt’s food with a mix of Inazuma snacks as well.. You thought. 

“Welcome back, Mx.! What would you like this time?” The same server from before greeted you, and you smiled politely. 

“I’ll have the…” As you point out the foods you’d like on your plate for the server to give you, you couldn’t help but feel as if there’s someone watching you. Is it her again..?

When the server starts grabbing the food for you, you couldn’t help but glance at Chisato’s direction with worried eyes, shoulders tensing when you notice her eyes on you again. What does she want? Or is she just looking at the food in front of you? You aren’t too sure, but whatever it is, you couldn’t really investigate, knowing it would do nothing but embarrass yourself and make a scene. 

“Here it is. Enjoy eating, Mx.!” Your thoughts were instantly interrupted by the server, who seems to not notice your gaze in another direction. 

“Th..Thank you.” You said before walking back to the bar, your mind was purged with thoughts on why Chisato was staring at you. Unlike earlier, you couldn’t ignore your thoughts. This should be a coincidence, right?

You arrive in the bar just in time when the game ends, with Itto standing proudly with his prize as Miko watches from behind in amusement. Diluc was quick to notice your quick change of demeanor, causing him to slightly furrow his brows in confusion and worry. 

“Here’s your drink.” He spoke, placing your untouched drink in front of you as you sat down on your stool. “Did something happen?” 

“Ah, no. It’s nothing.” You were quick to respond to his question, covering up your conflicted look with a smile as you tried to think of an excuse. “I was just uh, bummed that the buffet ran out of a certain dish and are currently making them right now.” You lied. 

“I see…” Diluc hums in understanding, now wiping a glass. “No worries, I’m sure you’ll get the food once it’s finished. Would you like a refill on your drink, by the way?” 

You glance down at your drink, seeing how it’s almost empty. “Yes please.” Maybe I’m just overthinking about this… You thought to yourself, watching as the bartender fills up your drink with juice. 

The next hour felt like a blur. 

You continued talking to Diluc as usual all the while the games went on, taking turns in asking each other questions until nothing was left for you to ask. There were times when you almost spaced out from thinking about Chisato, but thankfully, Diluc made you wake up to reality. 

You then decided to go to the bathroom nearby, hopping off from your seat once more. “I’ll go to the bathroom for a while, I’ll leave these with you, if that’s alright.” You said.

He nods in response. “Of course. Take your time as long as you need it.” 

Without another word, you went off to find the bathroom, heading out to the doors that led you to the hallway that contains the bathroom, kitchen, storage room, and the terrace. Despite being a bit far from where the venue is, the sound of Thoma’s voice could still be heard. It seems that the games have finally ended and the performances would be next to be in the spotlight. 

When you finally found the bathroom, you immediately opened it and went in. 

After a few minutes, you finished your business and walked out from the comfort room, feeling refreshed and ready to go back to the venue. You wondered if Diluc would ever be able to go off from his shift and watch the upcoming performances with you–

What am I thinking? You thought, furrowing your eyebrows to yourself. It’s not like something would come out from hanging out with someone like Diluc after the wedding. You’re pretty sure he’s a super busy person and only had the luxury of time to talk to someone like you, an unimportant person with no company nor fortune–

You stopped your tracks when you heard the sounds of a woman sobbing.

You realized you’re near the terrace, causing you to assume that the woman who’s sobbing is there crying for reasons that you can’t pry on. How pitiful, you thought with a concerned frown. 

When you glance at the woman, your eyes widen at the familiar figure of Ayato’s future wife. 

…Why is a bride crying at a supposedly happy occasion?

You didn’t have to think deeply on that answer, swallowing the lump down your throat. There’s no way that she doesn’t know about you and Ayato now. 

You aren’t sure if you should come to the woman and offer her your unused handkerchief or not. If you wouldn’t, your conscience would’ve eaten you alive. If you would, you’d have the possibility of embarrassing yourself or making Chisato angry due to you not minding your business–

“Mx. ( Last Name )?” You flinched in surprise when you heard the bride’s voice, causing you to look at her with wide eyes. 

Chisato stood by the rails, staring at you with the same expression as you as well. “I.. uh..” She spoke, unsure what to say to you as she tried to wipe her overflowing tears away. 

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to catch you off-guard, Ms. Hiiragi.” You spoke, bowing politely. 

“N-No, it’s alright,” She spoke softly with a sniff. “It’s my fault for crying in such a public space, I didn’t mean to be a burden for anyone – let alone my guest.” 

You shook your head reassuringly. “There’s no need to apologize, and you’re not a burden to me that’s for sure.” You suddenly took a few steps forward towards the bride, offering her your untouched handkerchief that you brought out from your pocket. “Here, you can use this to wipe your tears away.” 

Chisato hesitated for a moment before letting out a soft sigh in defeat, shyly grabbing it from your hand. “Thank you…” 

You smiled politely in response, deciding that you should leave her alone and go back to the bar–

However, you stopped yourself from walking out, not when you heard her speaking once more. “Could you…” She stops talking for a moment, as if she now wants to take it back. “Could you answer me something, if you don’t mind…?” 

Your shoulders tenses. 

“...I don’t mind…” 

Silence fell between the two of you for a few seconds, the sounds of the music from the venue was the only thing that was heard besides the busy streets outside the hotel. 

Chisato inhales sharply. “Are you and Ayato together?” 

You processed the question, swallowing the lump down your throat. “...Back then in college.” 

Too scared to look at the woman in her eyes, you turned around and closed the doors behind you, not wanting anyone to hear what you know will be a long conversation. 

“Before… Before my relationship with him?” Chisato asks, her tone sounded fearful, as if she’ll hear something she doesn’t want to hear. 

You nodded in response, slowly turning back from the doors to her direction. “Don’t worry, he didn’t have an affair behind your back at all. We broke up months ago before you announced your relationship with him publicly.” 

“…Why?” 

“...” You hesitated for a moment, unsure whether or not it’s best that you should tell her. What would happen if you were to tell her about Ayato leaving you because of the arranged marriage? Does she even know it’s an arranged marriage?

You didn’t have to ask to find that out. 

“Is it because… of our marriage?” Chisato asks, her voice shaking. 

Your silence was all she needed to know.

She lets out a shaky breath, and you close your eyes shut in fear that she’ll react badly. 

Much to your surprise, you only felt warmth wrapped around you. 

“I’m sorry.” She sobbed, and you realized she’s hugging you. “I’m so sorry– I.. This is all my fault. I didn’t know – I-I swear, I didn’t!” 

You didn’t know what to do as the bride continued to cry, hesitating to hug her back. 

Why is she sorry..? If anything, you feel like you should be the one to apologize for ruining her wedding. 

You could feel her shaking. “If I had known earlier, I would’ve tried to break the engagement off! No wonder why Ayato always looked so miserable.” She spoke.

“It’s.. It’s alright, Ms. Hiiragi. It’s all in the past, it’s not your fault.” You reassured the woman, slowly patting her back awkwardly. You honestly hope no one who’d walk past the terrace would eavesdrop on your conversation. 

She shakes her head. “No, it’s not alright. You could’ve been the one marrying Ayato instead and he could’ve been happier with you than with me, you deserve better tha–”

“It’s okay, Ms. Hiiragi,” You said softly. “If.. If anything, I don’t love him anymore.” 

The bride was speechless, sniffing quietly. You took this as your chance to continue talking more. “Yes.. I was deeply heartbroken, but I’m slowly moving on now. I don’t think I want to ruin that, let alone ruin someone’s wedding, so it’s okay. I’ll be alright.” 

The woman continues to wipe her tears away. “Still.. Even when you’re okay, Ayato isn’t.” She whispers. “If I could, I could cancel the wedding right away – but my father is… not someone who can be easily convinced.” 

You frowned. “Your father..?” 

“He’s the reason why this engagement happened in the first place.” Chisato explains. “Between me and you, I only accepted it for the sake of my family’s business, and I eventually fell in love with Ayato.” 

Seeing the way her eyes soften, you couldn’t help but be reminded of your old self. “Do you love him a lot?” 

She nodded. “With all of my heart. I haven’t told anyone about this but.. He reminds me of my old lover. His name was Kamaji.” 

Your eyes widen. Is she talking about Kujou Kamaji? Isn’t he Sara’s broth–

Oh.

Oh.

Chisato notices the way your face morphed into shock, thinking that you knew who she was talking about. “You may have heard of him from a friend of yours – Kujou Sara, right?” She asks. 

You nodded, sympathy flashes in your eyes. “...My condolences.” 

The death of the supposed heir of the Kujou Company was not unheard of in Inazuma thanks to the news. He was unfortunately involved with a car accident when he was on his way somewhere, causing him to pass away from blood loss. Due to this, the Kujou Company had crumbled for a month, with Kamaji and Sara’s father falling into depression that his son had passed away and had no choice but to give his company to his adopted daughter, Sara. Eventually, he came to accept that Sara is a great CEO with how she managed to quickly bring the business back to its prosperity in such a short time. 

She lets go of the hug between the two of you, wiping off the last of her tears from her face. “I thought I’d never fall in love again after his death, but then Ayato came and… I couldn’t help but be reminded of him.”

She then quickly clarifies, “O-Of course, I love Ayato as himself and not because I see Kamaji in him. I just… feel happy that I get to meet someone as kind as Ayato and be happy, just like what Kamaji wanted.” She inhales sharply. “But I feel so hopeless with this situation and I don’t know what to do.” 

You think of a response silently. As much as you’re aware of the fact that you’re most likely the only person Chisato could talk to about her and Ayato’s now complicated relationship, you knew you can’t do anything.

“I can’t be of help to you,” You spoke honestly. “I can answer your questions, but I can’t speak for Ayato entirely. Your best shot is to just have a heart-to-heart conversation  with him. He has to move on eventually.” 

She listened to your words intently. “You’re right..” She glances at where the venue is. “If I really can’t stop the wedding myself, then I might as well make sure to be there for Ayato when he needs it.”

She then looks back at you with a grateful look on her face. “Thank you for this. I.. I feel better now.” 

“What are you going to do now?” You ask.

“I’m not sure,” She said hesitantly, “I suppose I have no choice but to continue the wedding, seeing how there’s no hope for anyone to stop it, but I’m really sorry that this happened to you and Ayato.” 

“It’s alright.” You reassured her once more, smiling in sadness. “I wish you and Ayato happiness in your marriage.” 

Chisato then hugs you once more, causing you to feel taken back by surprise. 

“I wish you happiness too, ( Name ).” She wishes. “I’ll try my best to be there for Ayato.” 

You aren’t sure what made you feel overwhelmed, was it because of how understanding Chisato is despite having the right to be angry? The fact that you no longer have any worries about this wedding anymore? Or was it the fact that you didn’t know you needed a hug so much until now?

Whatever it was, it made you feel something that you’ve always wanted to do. 

It’s time for me to be happy again. 

–

What’s taking them so long? Diluc wonders as he constantly glances around the venue room to look for the familiar sight of you amongst the crowds, only to see nothing at all. 

He has to admit, you’re one interesting company to be with. The both of you instantly clicked and much to his surprise, he didn’t even know an hour had passed during your conversation until he checked his watch after you left to get your second meal. Your conversation honestly felt like he was talking to an old friend after not meeting with them for so long – he wouldn’t be surprised if you two knew each other back when you’re kids.

He hears someone clearing his throat nearby, causing the bartender to turn around and look at who he assumes to be another guest who’d like a drink–

“Lovely evening, Mr. Ragnvindr.” Ayato spoke, bringing his glass on top of the counter. “How’s the bar so far? Is everyone enjoying the drinks, I hope?” 

Diluc hums in response. “Fortunately, yes.” Seeing how the glass Ayato is holding is empty, the bartender asks him. “What would you like for tonight, Mr. Kamisato?” 

“Your best wine, please.” He answers, and Diluc could instantly tell the way the atmosphere around them changes. “I’d also like for you to answer my question.” 

The bartender furrows his eyebrows. “...Alright.” 

It took Ayato a few seconds to ask his question, looking straight at Diluc’s eyes with a blank look on his face. “How do you feel towards Mx. ( Last Name )?” 

The bartender didn’t expect him to ask such a thing. What the hell does he mean by that?

“..Pardon?” Diluc asks. 

Ayato’s face remained the same. “What’s your feelings with Mx. ( Last Name )?” 

The red-haired man slowly brings out the best bottle of wine from the mini-fridge beneath the counter before he proceeds to pour it in Ayato’s glass, clearing his throat. “I’ll admit, I enjoyed talking with Mx. ( Last Name ). However, there’s nothing serious going on between us.” He answered vaguely. 

The groom continues to silently stare down at his glass that’s now filled with his drink, taking in on the bartender’s answer to his question.

“...I see.” Ayato said, his smile appearing. “I hope that’ll continue, Mr. Ragnvindr.” 

Diluc raises an eyebrow, letting the other man proceed to talk more. “I know you, Mr. Ragnvindr. Your background is quite interesting, don’t you think?” He adds. 

“With all due respect, you don’t know me completely, Mr. Kamisato.” 

“Not completely at least,” Ayato agrees. “But I know you enough to know that you should leave Mx. ( Last Name ) alone.” 

“Oh? And what part of my background is enough for me to leave them alone?” 

“You know what I’m talking about, Mr. Ragnvindr.” Ayato glances around the venue cautiously before looking at Diluc once more. “Haven’t you noticed that the wind is going strong(1) nowadays?” 

Diluc’s face instantly drops from his words, knowing what the groom meant as he glances around the venue as well. Truth to what he said, there were a few people glancing towards his way with caution and questionable stares.

Ayato hops off from his stool, grabbing his glass. “I’m sure you’re aware of my relationship with Mx. ( Last Name ) back then, but even though we’re no longer acquainted with one another, I still worry for their sake.” He then took a sip. “Feel free to continue being with Mx. ( Last Name ), but I do hope your relationship with them will remain as friends and nothing more, unless you intend to hurt them.” 

The other man stayed silent, watching as the groom took his leave.

…Maybe he’s right, Diluc thought to himself, putting back the wine bottle in the mini-fridge. But it’s up for Mx. ( Last Name ) to decide if they want to continue chatting with me. We’re just friends after all. 

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He wonders why he feels so hurt at that thought.

DAN’S NOTES !

“Haven’t you noticed that the wind is going strong(1) nowadays?” — idk if theres smthn like this in google since i made this up, but this quote basically means there are rumors around, meaning that there’s been a rumor about you and diluc.

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warnings – none. characters – zhongli, xiao, ayato, kazuha, childe, diluc x gn!reader. genre – romantic fluff. a/n – domestic boys!! | please reblog!! it rly helps a starter blog like me ><

[zhongli. | 钟离]

— zhongli loves waking up before you — he takes the time to go on a walk — and he also makes tea while talking in the sunrise #girlboss — honestly zhongli is… so productive while you’re asleep…  — also will cook breakfast for the two of you before he makes his way back to your shared bedroom — “good morning, dear. i’ve prepared breakfast for us- hey, no more five minutes. you’ve slept in for almost three hours already. come on.”  — but he feels your hand tugging at the hem of his white nightshirt and he allows himself to be pulled back into bed :”) — the food will get cold, he thinks.. — but it’s alright. he doesn’t mind bc he’s spending time with you :) <3

[xiao. | 魈]

— the yaksha takes care of you when you’re sick — 100% will feed you almond tofu as a “sick meal” and an “every day meal” — also enjoys hugging you to sleep — xiao doesn’t cuddle but he will fall asleep with you hands intertwined <3  — will let you heal him (if you main a healer) and he won’t wince or anything  —  absolutely loves to stroke your hair as you fall asleep against him — lets you sleep in because he knows you overwork — anyways please take care of yourself u lil shits

[k. ayato. | 神里綾人]

— will order the finest things from you — likes getting exotic presents ;)  — “a bundle of silk flowers for his exellence’s partner”  — he also likes watching the smile on ur face hehheeh — will bring you to festivals as your escort ;)  — ALSO buys you bubble tea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! — he loves it when he comes home after work and you just jump into his arms — cuddle bear i swear <: 

[k. kazuha | 楓原万葉]

— stays up at night waiting for you to come home — also loves to bring u to the alcor and go to the birds nest!! you can see liyue and inazuma its so pretty — WILL WRITE SONGS FOR YOU/$&:;$&:&;&;&&; — i am a firm believer that he can cook — like fish? he likes cooking fish — yeah he’d cook fish for you :) <3  — i like the idea of cuddling with him and resting your cheek against his :,)  — HES SO CUTE he would hold ur hand when u guys cuddle

[childe.]

— an absolute snuggle bear — wakes you up when your alarm goes off and you didn’t hear it — also really enjoys baking with you — HE’S SO CUTE pls he would purposely put flour on you because he thinks your reaction is cute — licks frosting off your cheek — brings his siblings over sometimes because he loves seeing them interact with you and vice versa!!!!!!! — teucer loves sitting on your lap btw — childe will FIGHT for the seat on your lap — even though hes physically bigger than you

[diluc.]

— diluc piano player agenda SO TRUE!!!!!!! — he LOVES after-dinners — you sit at the lovely armchair by the fireplace while he enchants melodies on his instrument — ALSO WILL MAKE YOU TEA SO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DRINK  — he is so cute. so very cute. oh dear — he loves (if your hair is long enough) braiding and combing your hair through before bed — also loves cuddling you to sleep  — tells you stories of past adventures if you can’t sleep

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warning: slight angst:comfort | sfw | sharing a bed | pre-relationship | reader has anxiety in the middle of the night and asks to share a bed with character

includes: Ayato, Alhaitham, Childe, Diluc, Keaya, Thoma, Zhongli

character x gn reader | headcannon + short narrative |  anthology

“We’ll have to stop here for the night,” he said as you followed him into the small inn. It appeared well-kept, even if it was tucked away in the rural landscape off the beaten path. Perhaps he felt this was safer, you were trying to stay off the beaten path after all. 

The host lead you back to the room and you wondered how you got here in the first place. The request did say you’d be working with someone, but you never expected it to be him ... and you especially never expected to have to sleep in the same room with him because, of course, the inn didn’t have enough for the both of you.

When the door opened you held your breath. This was certain to be one of those, ‘sharing the same bed,’ situations, but you weren’t ready for that. Not at all, nope, not ready for ... 

“Here’s your room,” the host said, bowing as passed by to enter the room, “two beds as requested.” 

... oh ... 

... that’s good then ...

“Thank you,” he said, arm extended between you and the host as you stepped past. He was ready to close the door but stayed cordial until the very end. When it was just the two of you, your heart was beating faster, you weren’t sure what to do so you just stood there. “Take the bed furthest from the door.” 

“... okay,” you agreed but felt locked in place. This was going to be a long night.

Ayato

You could hear Ayato asking for several things from the host but his voice was washed out. impossible to understand through the thumping in your ears - your hand moved to your chest, pushing hard against your sternum to steady your overactive heart 

“i’ve ordered everything they have, do make sure you eat some once it arrives,” he hummed as he passed by you, scanning the room. his face didn’t show any expression, but you couldn’t imagine this would be good enough for him - why did he pick this place to begin with? “come, let’s withdraw,” he said but you didn’t move 

after the gluttonous meal, you contemplated what was coming next - you desperately wanted to clean up, but should you let him go first, would it be improper to offer? you’d only ever been in a room with him when his attendant was there, Thoma, or his sister needed your assistance. you’d grown rather close to the Kamisatos but this - this was too close even for you 

Ayato on the other hand didn’t seem bothered by the situation. He was just as relaxed as you’d ever seen him, even taking the initiative to get comfortable while you wondered if you should put more clothes on - what was the right thing to do - you were starting to feel sick 

he excused himself and you took the opportunity to retire to bed in the hopes that you could fast-forward time and silence the pain in your chest 

You woke up so suddenly. Like a clap of thunder every inch in your body crashed into alertness. Hot lungs took in air, an unsteady heartbeat pushed energized blood through your limbs. You rolled onto your back hoping the pressure of the world would calm it all down but it only made it worse. Thoughts ran through your mind so quickly you couldn’t process it all, not even when your stinging eyes looked toward a soft light and fell upon a bent over Ayato scanning something you couldn’t make out. 

“ ... A-ayato?” you croaked, confusion laced in your voice. Was this still a dream? 

He lifted his head to look at you but you couldn’t make out the expression on his face. He seemed surprised to hear his name but also unaffected at the same time. “Hello,” he hummed. 

You sat up only to find your hands were trembling, a hot shiver running up your arms making you shake. You weren’t cold, in fact you could feel the sweat cling to your chest and lower back, but you shuddered anyway. Worry climbed up your chest, tightened around your sternum so you pressed against it to alleviate the pressure. You clenched your draw and tried to take in several deep breaths without much success. Ayato was staring at you, you could sense his eyes, but you couldn’t look at him. 

This had to be a dream, a bad one. 

“Why don’t you join me,” Ayato proposed, catching you off guard. 

You looked at him and tried to breath some more before answering, “what?

“You’re more than welcome to take up the place at my side,” he explained.

“... I-I’m okay.” 

“No need to be timid. It’s apparent you are experiencing distress. I have seen it before.” His eyes narrowed but the corner of his lips curled upward. Was his statement general, or was it pointed. This wasn’t the first panic attack you caught early on. Normally you’d excuse yourself if you were in public, try to find a more secluded space to steady yourself. A few had occurred when you were visiting the Kamisato estate but you were alone ... weren’t you? “I believe it will be easier for you to return to ease at my side. Of course, I’d order you but seeing as you’re not one of my attendants ...” He trailed off as if the notion was distasteful, his eyes drifting to the bed before returning to you. 

The sharpness of his gaze pierced you. Honestly, it would be easier to relax next to someone. Your friends often gave you their hand to help steady your spinning irrationalities so, there wasn’t any harm in taking him up on his offer ... right? 

“... if you’re alright with it,” you restated hoping for an affirmation, hand still gripping the center of your shirt as if that would give you more room to breathe. 

“I’ve extended the offer, I’m not one to go back on my word.” 

“Yeah,” you hesitated, but seeing as this would take a while to dissipated anyway it would be better to not have the man you were attracted too stare at you until you submitted to his request, “Okay, but I’ll just sit on the edge.” 

Slowly, you made your way out from the covers so you could crawl onto Ayato’s bed. He was sitting in the middle, one leg up and bent while the other rested against the plush mattress. His clothes covered most of him except for the large gap in the center of his chest. You were sure that was on purpose. 

It took you a minute, but you finally settled near him. His fingers could touch your leg if they really wanted so you moved to give him more space. “Is this okay?” you asked, shifting on the pillow against your back and glancing at him from the corner of your eyes. You felt the need to keep your head lowered out of respect. 

“It is,” he commented, a soft smile on his lips. You nodded and tried to relax. 

In an attempt to focus, you closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the headrest. The hard wood dug into you so you adjusted until it was comfortable. Slow, shaky breaths passed through you. Your fingers pushed, tapped, massaged your chest to work out the anxiety. It was likely you’d get a bruise. To give your arm a break, you switched to your right hand and let your left fall to the bed, palm up. 

Another deep breath, the sound of a scratching pen against paper, wood creaking. warmth

Another breath, soft fingers lacing into your own, a gentle pressure, reassurance. comfort

Another breath, head lulling to the side, body jerking as the tug of sleep pulled at your limbs, weight leaving your chest 

Another breath. sleep -- finally 

Ayato flipped the page, eyes scanning the words and trying not to frown. The report was annoying, if they had just done what he told them days ago this problem wouldn’t even be on his plate. He picked up his pen to jot down another irritated solution when something pushed against his side. 

He glanced to his right and found a head resting against his shoulder, the owners face was relaxed as they breathed deeply. The hand in their lap twitched but otherwise didn’t move. He must have been so lost in thought that he didn’t realize you were falling asleep but he didn’t mind, it was his plan to begin with after all. 

Careful not to get ink on the bed, he placed the pen in between the pages of his carefully organized notebook so he could grab the robe resting beside him. He didn’t like sleeping in much to begin with but because he wasn’t alone, he had to accommodate to what was proper. It took him a few tries, but soon the fabric rested over your legs and waist. 

When he was done, you adjusted your head on his shoulder making him worry he had woken you up but you settled quickly, swallowing and making a soft hum before returning to slow, steady breaths. He held in a chuckle but couldn’t stop himself from running his fingers over your ear. 

I guess I got my way after all, he thought, thinking back to the conversation he had with the inn owner. If it had been up to him, this would have been the only option but, ah, it worked out in his favor in the end. 

With renewed energy, Ayato picked up the pen and scribbled down his thoughts while, in his other hand, he held his one and only weakness. 

--

Alhaitham

Alhaitham closed the door and moved past you as if you weren’t even there. You watched as he scanned the room before walking over to the bed in front of you and taking a seat. His long legs crossed so he could work himself out of his muddied boots, “are you going to just stand there?” he asked you, eyes focused on his shoes, hair falling around his face. for a moment, you wondered if it would be better to sleep outside. “I’ll shower first,” he commented, leaving you alone in the room contemplating your life while the sounds of water drifted from under the door 

when he was finished, you practically pushed past him so as to avoid seeing his, ‘just out of the shower’ look. you weren’t sure how long you stood there with the water running while you gripped the counter and tried to calm the irrational thoughts bubbling in your chest, but eventually you made it into the shower to clean up

in most peoples world, this would be a dream come true but, for you, it was a nightmare, a torture. luckily it was only for tonight - anymore and you would fade away into existence

when you exited the washroom you froze at the sight of him standing there, shirtless, by the side of his bed. he twisted his neck to look at you and when his eyes met yours, you rushed away, shoved your old clothes in your bag, crawled under the sheets and gave a very curt, “goodnight” before hiding and praying sleep would take you soon

Out of all the nights to be restless, this was not the one. The bed cried out every time you turned to the other side, the sheets scraped against themselves as you shifted, moved, repositioned to find something more comfortable. Your normal sleeping position was compromised - your legs tingled when you laid on your back so you turned to your side only to find your hips unhappy with the weight. You twisted your body but your shoulders sent pains down your arm. There was no reason for any of this but it appeared your body had it out for you. 

Frustrated, you let out a sigh and tried to fall sleep for the tenth time. Except now, on top of all your other problems, you were starting to get anxious. Tomorrow was important and you needed rest but every passing minute you couldn’t drift away made your mind run down all the possible bad outcomes you were likely to encounter. 

Overthinker? But, you always think of everything, I wish I had your brain -- you could hear the narrow-minded complements speckle every blinding thought and swore the next time someone told you that they’d hear about it from your fist. 

You turned on your side and wondered if you should open the window. 

Something tugged at your sheets but before you could investigate, the bed dipped and you slid toward the middle. Panicked, you shot up only to find a body settling down next to you. There was only one other person in the room so it had to be -- by the archons it was ... !

“Alhaitham!?” you shouted in a loud whisper, careful to not make too much noise to wake your neighbors. “What are you doing?” 

“That’s a rhetorical question I’m guessing,” he answered with zero amusement in his voice. You twisted even more toward him, unsure if he was facing you or not. 

“No. I’m serious ... what are you doing?” 

He sighed but stopped moving, “Huh, I was under the impression you were anxious. Perhaps my terminal malfunctioned.” Alhaitham lifted his arm and you heard the sheets move as he fiddled with his ear piece. You would have expected him to take it off while he slept. “Ah, well if that’s the case then.” The bed creaked as he rose to get out. Something inside of you reacted and before you knew it, you were moving. 

“W-wait,” you held onto his arm, hands shaking more than they should be. “Don’t ---” don’t go, you wanted to say but were too nervous to finish the sentence. The pressure in your chest strained against your pounding heart, your cheeks were so warm and you were glad for the darkness to hide the desperate, embarrassed expression on your face. 

You’d known your feelings for him for a while but did your best to keep them hidden. Alhaitham was an attractive man, he was certain to have plenty of more acceptable suitors than you. In your fantasies you imagined him choosing you over all the rest, but in reality ... 

There was no way ... he would stay if you asked him ...

“Not yet,” you ended up confessing, head drooping toward the bed, hair brushing against his arm without meaning too. He didn’t say anything, and for a moment he didn’t move, but eventually you could feel him adjust until he was laying on his back. So you moved to follow him, resting on your side, facing him. “Just until I fall asleep. I think -- I think it’ll help,” you mumbled. 

“Fine.” 

You bit your lip in the hopes it would overpower the mixed feelings in your chest. The anxiety, the worry, the happiness and the guilt. You were using him in your own way and that didn’t sit well with you, even if you kept reminding yourself that he offered himself first. Why would he do that? The question kept rolling around in your mind until it sounded like a broken record. 

Eventually you felt the weight of your eyes grow heavier and heavier until they could no longer stay open. You could hear the steady rise and fall of his breaths, matched them with your own and let the elusive grasp of sleep finally take you. 

--

Alhaitham wasn’t sure when he fell asleep. He didn’t intend to but it took so long for you to pass out that his own rest caught up with him. 

What surprised him more than waking up in your bed was the way he did so. He wasn’t keen on prolonged physical contact, so why was his arm draped over your waist, why was his arm under your head so his chest could be flush against your back? Why was he breathing in your scent as if you were a book he couldn’t stop reading? And why, why did he not want to let go. 

You moved but didn’t wake and he, confusedly, wondered why that made him happy. 

--

Childe

Childe seemed to be having more fun than you were. his energy bounced off the walls and you hoped it would overshadow the growing pit in your chest. For the longest time you’d had a crush on Tartaglia - the way he held his head up, the confidence he had, the charm - it swallowed you up until no one else could compare anymore. it was him or no one. 

he was so calm, so at ease that it hurt. no matter how strong your mask was, no matter how much you wanted to admit it, you were miserable and his indifference to the situation made it worse 

i guess he really doesn’t see me, you thought as you cleaned yourself up in the small washroom. archons, why did that hurt so much 

when you told him you’d be going to bed he seemed disappointed by the news but adjusted so quickly you thought you’d made it all up. he watched you slip under the covers as he stood by the window and though you were sure it was nothing, you couldn’t help but notice how he kept his eyes on you until you turned away from him and slipped into a restless sleep 

You awoke with a sense of dread. Like there was an alarm blaring in the distance you couldn’t place. Your heart was racing, stomach turning, beads of sweat ran down your spine. Something was wrong but when you scanned the dark room, listened for danger, you couldn’t find any. 

Somehow through the fog, you had the rational thought, ‘this is just anxiety,’ a thing you’d experienced many times before. Though, it had been so long since you panicked in the middle of the night you were sure you’d gotten over it. If they were anything like before, you were in for a long and restless one. Sighing, you turned to your side. Curled into a ball to squeeze your body and, hopefully, return your nerves to their steady state. You closed your eyes while strange flashes of light pried them back open again. One more time, but your overactive brain sent terrifying images as if to taunt you. A soft sob creeped out of your throat so you pulled the blankets tighter to muffle any more. 

You weren’t sure how long you stayed this way, wrapped in thin sheets, blanketed by an unfamiliar darkness, waiting for sleep to find its way to you. It felt like an eternity and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

Spurred on by desperation, you flung them away so you could crawl off the bed and head to the sleeping man next to you. Childe’s soft snoring drew you toward him; you bumped into the corner of his bed and froze. Was this really the best thing to do? To ask your companion to wake up and help you - ‘how selfish,’ you thought. 

You wrung your hands together, bit the inside of your lip and contemplated your next moves. If you crawled up next to him, would he think you were being to forward? If you didn’t, would you get any sleep? You were conflicted, but it seemed one was winning out over the other as you slowly made your way to the edge of the bed, hand extended to touch the sleeping fatui.

You trembled, “Childe ...” but after a moment of silence, you took it all back. Spinning on your heels, you made a leap for your own bed only to be stopped by a hot hand as it gripped your wrist. Twisting back violently, you stumbled toward him. It was dark, but you could see his eyes pierce through the shadows. He looked terrifying so you tried to pull away. “I-It’s me ...” you whispered and pushed against the tightening fingers around your arm. “It’s me ...” 

Childe’s grip loosened, the creak of the bed told you he was moving even if you had a hard time seeing it. When he spoke, you heard his questioning tone wrapped around your name. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up,” you lied. There was a warmth rippling off him that drew you in. Your eyes felt heavier than before. 

“What’s --?” he mumbled, and pulled you closer to him. Even as he adjusted, he didn’t let you go. 

There was no way you could tell him the truth, he’d absolutely make fun of you. So, instead, you made up a plausible lie, “I thought I heard something and ... um .. wanted to check on you.” 

perfect

Childe didn’t respond, but he didn’t let go either. You wished you could see his face, could assess what he was thinking. Maybe then you could know how best to respond. 

“There’s nothing --” you began in his place, “I checked and everything’s okay so, um, let’s just go back to be- wait, what are you --?” Your body pitched forward, Childe pulled on your arm so hard it made you fall into the bed. A blast of his scent rushed around you making you gasp. He tugged again and before you knew it, you were flush against him, “Ch-Childe--” you didn’t know whether to be shocked, confused, excited. All you knew was your heart was racing and your skin felt so hot you wanted to peel it off. 

“Better,” he mumbled again, his lips pressing against the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you. Was he still ... asleep? 

You pushed against his bare chest, moved your legs but jumped when they touched his. This was so close ... too close ... 

“I --” 

“I’ll keep ...” he whispered, making you freeze and look up at his shadowy jawline, “the nightmares away--” it was like he breathed into the words, as if he’d said them many times before. His arm pushed against your head as he slid it further under the pillow, his hand went slack against your back and soon his steady breathing filled the room. 

Your heart was still pounding but the anxiety you felt before was definitely gone. At least, for now. So, you laid there, wrapped in his arms trying to steady yourself. It was comforting being surrounded by him, nestled against his chest, draped in the sheets that held his warmth. You’d dreamed of this, wondered what it felt like but now you were living it and it was more than you could have ever wished for. Of course, you were sure he thought you were one of his siblings - a child who seeks out their protective brother after a bad dream. It stung your heart a bit, but you couldn’t find the strength to pull away from this misunderstanding.  

Your head started to feel heavy, your fingers twitched against his skin. Instinctually you pressed your forehead against his collar bone, breathed in rhythm to his. 

Inhale -- exhale -- inhale -- exhale -- 

Try to wake up before him ... you told yourself before your eyes closed and the world went still. 

--

Childe felt hot, really hot, and heavy. His fingers tingled, shoulder felt tense as if it hadn’t moved all night long. He breathed in and became overwhelmed by a scent he’d only caught in passing waves. When his eyes opened, he could see the strip of sun creep through the shades. It was blurry so he moved his hand to rub them only to feel something soft tickle the edge of his arm. 

“Wha--” his words caught in his throat when he saw you pressed against him. Confusion washing across his face, he looked at your bed then back down to his which answered none of the burning questions in his mind. Last night you were over there, he was very well aware of the fact, but now you were here, sleeping beside him. His heart began to pound, he shifted so you wouldn’t accidently hear it but that only made you stir and move closer. He thought about what to do next, wondered if he should try to slip away from you but as his eyes scanned your face, as they landed on your parted lips, his mind went foggy. 

He took this job when he heard you were the one who accepted, actually he stole it from the real owner out of jealousy, worry. If anyone was going to be spending their time with you, it was him. He didn’t expect this particular turn of events though. Childe wasn’t complaining but he most certainly was praising himself for yesterday’s actions because the thought of anyone else holding you, being able to see you so vulnerable -- if anyone else had slept beside you he wouldn’t have been able to take it. 

I guess I can sleep in a bit longer, he thought and placed his hand against your back, relishing the sleepy hum you rewarded him with. 

--

Diluc

For so long you wanted to be alone with him, to talk to him without interruptions, to get to know him, but this was too much. too much to find out you’d be working with him on your own, too much to walk beside him in silence because you were too afraid to strike up a conversation, too much to be stuck in a room with him - especially knowing your feelings only went one way -- it was too much, so you bit the inside of your cheek to hold it in 

Diluc carefully examined the room while you stood there, fidgeting, uncertain if you should help him or not. The room was small, with a washroom you desperately wanted to use but were terrified to. Already you could feel your anxiety spike 

He instructed you to freshen up first so you did, even if it felt like you were going through the motions. Diluc was on the other side of the wall - you were hyper aware of that fact, but just as overwhelming as it was when you cleaned up, it was even worse when he did. “how unfair,” you mumbled to yourself as you dried your hair on the fresh towel 

nervous, you figured it would be better to feign sleep instead of be awake and watch him emerge ... yeah that seemed like too much

so, you fell asleep but that didn’t last very long ... 

You weren’t sure what time it was when you woke up. The sun had set, the lights were off, and you could hear the quiet of the night blanket the room. It was still - too still. 

Turning on your back you tried to go back to sleep but found it difficult. Something outside bumped into the window making you to jerk. You turned onto your side and curled into a ball. Closing your eyes made your heart race so you opened them only to be greeted by the still darkness. You took several deep breaths to still your racing heart, to slow the speeding thoughts in your head but it hardly helped. You knew what was happening, sleep wouldn’t find you now. 

The anxiety rippling through you forced you to sit up. If you were alone, you could find something to distract yourself but you weren’t alone, and that made it worse. You wanted to move, wanted to walk around the room but didn’t want to wake up the sleeping man next to you. So you sat at the edge of your bed, leg bouncing uncontrollably, contemplating in your anxiety, ‘what do I do?’  

A soft creak from in front of you caught your attention. When you heard your name, you froze. It came again, so you answered, “mmmhm.” 

“What’s wrong? Are you alright?” Diluc’s voice was cracked, groggy from sleep. You felt unbelievably guilty for waking him up. 

Should you be truthful or should you lie and hope you could ease your nerves on your own. You’d done it before, but now it was laced with guilt and shame - not a good combination. The bed creaked again, Diluc’s shadow grew in size but you still couldn’t make him out in the darkness. 

“y/n?” 

“I ... I can’t sleep,” you confessed, defeated. 

“Was it a nightmare?” 

“... no ... I just ...” I can’t get my mind to settle down. There was no way you could tell him that. Diluc had real problems to worry about, real nightmares, and here you were, plagued by nothing. You wanted to cry. How childish could you really be? “I’m being a burden," you lamented under your breath.

You could hear Diluc shift. It sounded like he got out of his bed which made you hate yourself even more for waking him up over this. In the dark you saw his shadow move around the room until the familiar creak of the bed returned just before a warm glow of light washed over you.

You looked toward it, making eye contact with the man who held your everything. "Come here," Diluc said, his hand extended toward you. The light illuminated his broad shoulders, seeping beautifully into his untied hair as it sprawled over his chest. He was wearing a black shirt and black pants but nothing else. You were glad for it because you were certain he was the type to sleep in very little clothing. Nevertheless, your heart clenched at the sight of him sitting on the bed, offering for you to join him.

"Diluc, I ..."

"It's just sleep." He was right, but somehow those words hurt more than you imagined. "Tomorrow will prove difficult if you aren't well rested, and you cannot sleep the way you are now."

“I don’t want to impose.” 

“I’ve offered.” 

Shaking your head, you spoke in a whisper, "I don't want you to think I'm ..."

"I don't.” You looked back at him, realizing he knew what you were implying. You feared he would be disgusted by the thought, or uncomfortable at the very least. Diluc Ragnvindr didn’t willingly touch people; wasn’t fond of that type of contact so to put him in this position, you felt ashamed. However, the expression on his face was kind, understanding. He didn’t look annoyed or irritated, he just looked at you with those eyes, those eyes that were hiding something you couldn’t quiet make out. "It's just sleep." He said again. 

You wished your anxiety hadn't appeared. Wished you could fade away and hide, but none of that was going happen. You were so exhausted, "just sleep," you repeated as you stood up from your bed and made your way toward his. The edge was the first hurdle you had to overcome, the first step to see if he would back out at the last minute. When he didn’t, when he pulled the sheets back for you, you crawled beneath them. He lifted the sheets higher, making it easy for you, but stayed on top himself. "Do you want a blanket?" you asked upon noticing.

"I'll be fine," he reassured you, his arm moving to drape over your shoulders as you settled next to him. "Are you ..."

"Comfortable? yeah."

"Good," he coughed and crossed his legs.

You were engulfed by him. The weight of him with his arm draped over your shoulders, the heat pouring off him in waves, the proximity of his legs to your own. You’d stood beside him, but never this close. It was hard to breathe. 

“You’re ... warm,” you mused, tucking the sheet under your arms so your hands could rest on your chest. 

“I’ve been told,” he reached toward the light and turned it off with a soft click. Darkness came rushing back and though you weren’t sure why, you jumped. “I can leave it on.” 

“No, it’s okay. I guess I’m just jumpy.” 

“Mmm,” Diluc went quiet so you followed his lead. What was there to talk about anyway? Everything you thought of seemed so silly, so unnecessary. You wished it were easier to talk to him. 

“... thank you for this. It’s helping,” you added after a long silence. It was true you felt more collected, more at ease. His breathing was steady so you met his pace, his heart was distant but you could hear it in the stillness of the night. Everything slowed and you were close behind. “... feel safe ...” you mumbled before drifting to sleep.

--

Diluc’s chest felt heavy. He opened his eyes, squinting at the bright sunlight peeking through the shades. He shifted, moved to push the sheets off his body when he ran into something more solid and when he looked to find out what, memories of the night came rushing back to him. 

The worry that gripped him when he found you sitting on the edge of the bed, the hesitation he felt when he invited you to his own. Would you accept him, would you believe him to be to forward - how surprised he was to find you were having the same thoughts. He could hear the soft sounds of your breath and it drew him back to the words you uttered before sleep took you - how unfair were you to affirm what he desperately wanted to be for you. A security, a safety, a place for you to be at ease. 

Diluc took in this sight. Your hand on his chest, arm crossed over him so you could rest your head near his neck. The soft tickle of your hair brushing against his jaw, the closeness of your body as you held onto him. Of course, he couldn’t stay this way - he needed to get up but by the archons he didn’t want to. 

With a sigh and a clench jaw, he slipped away from you and never felt so cold. 

It was just sleep. That’s what he told himself but his heart didn’t know the difference and now that he’d experienced holding you in his arms, how was he ever going to return to normal. 

--

Kaeya

He said you could have the bed furthest away from the door but that didn’t stop him from trying to convince you to share his. even with all your protesting, he continued to tease you until the only reprieve you found was in the small washroom with the door closed 

as the night drew on, you felt more and more nervous. you’d only ever slept in the same room as your dearest friends - this was too much, too stressful, and, to make it worse, Kaeya didn’t seem to be effected at all

you were warned, cautioned not to fall for someone like him. he was a master at shapeshifting his emotions to his advantage, an expert at manipulating those around him so he could get what he needed - you knew this, but you also knew his kindness, his worry, his willingness to help other succeed, to grow, and to believe in themselves - he did all those things for you and because of that, you fell for him ... 

how stupid ... 

luckily you only had to spend one night here ...

all you had to do was sleep - that’s all you had to do ... 

You jumped awake, heart pounding, a cold sweat running down your back. Was it a noise that woke up you? A nightmare? You couldn’t remember having any, but something caused your body to stir and now it was on high alert. Every sound, every sensation was amplified until it was deafening. It was hard to breathe so you sat up to take in shaky, uneasy breaths. 

Twisting your neck, you saw Kaeya still asleep in his bed. His head turned so you couldn’t see his face, but his hand was exposed. Even in the dim light you could see it rise and fall so whatever startled you awake was all in your head. Great. 

Carefully, you crawled out of bed and made your way to the bathroom. You were careful not to turn on the light until the door was closed; perhaps a splash of cool water would calm you down. 

It didn’t.

“You just have to go back to sleep,” you whispered to yourself. Just settle down again and breathe slowly, but when you made your way back to the bed, slipping under the cool sheets and resting your head, you found that task impossible. Your mind was on overdrive, your body racing to keep up. Even when you tried to stretch to relieve the tension it was impossible to slow down. 

Frustrated, you covered your eyes with your hand only to throw it off again when the bright lights in your mind started to overwhelm you. You were spiraling and all you could hear was the same phrase, ‘don’t be shy about crawling into bed with me later.’ 

Kaeya’s joke swirled in your head like a taunt. He threw it out as a joke but right now you were wondering if it would help. At this point you’d tried everything else. It couldn’t hurt ... right? 

Biting your lip, you slipped out of bed and stood beside his. You rocked back and forth, clenched your hand, turned to look back at your own empty bed, wondering if you just tried again could you calm down yourself. Your mind was screaming and you just wanted it to quiet down. So, with trembling hands, you pulled at the sheets and slid into bed with Kaeya. 

At first he didn’t move, but as the bed dipped he awoke and you apologized as soon as he did. “I’m sorry,” you whimpered, embarrassed.

“y/n?” he questioned, taken aback by your sudden closeness. You stayed on the edge of the bed but still felt his heat from under the sheets, felt his hand as he reached to touch your arm and confirm you were doing what he thought you were doing. Apparently the flirtatious Calvary Captain was capable of becoming speechless.  

“I won’t get closer than this,” you started to explain as you pulled one of the pillows more around your face in an attempt to hide. “I just ... you said I could ...” nothing seemed to be the right thing to say so you gave up, “please.” 

You waited for a tease, waited for a denial, waited for the negative consequences of your actions to appear but they never came. Kaeya didn’t ask you to leave, didn’t become disgusted by your sudden presence. Instead, he said nothing. Absolutely nothing. 

Kaeya turned onto his side so he could face you, his hand resting in the space between. In the dim light you could make out the silhouette of his arm, his shoulder. What kind of expression did he have, you wondered. 

Your heart began to settle but not much. The anxiety was still there even if it was replaced, only slightly, by the knowledge that you were laying next to him. The man you loved. Your body heat up so you pulled your arm out from under the covers, bumping into Kaeya’s hand. “S-sorry,” you apologized and pulled it closer to you. 

This was such a terrible idea, you thought to yourself. 

You were about to retract everything you did, even if it would mean Kaeya was sure to tease you about it the next day but before you could make a move, cool fingers caressed the back of your palm until they slid over and pulled your hand back to the middle of the bed. You went stiff, opened your mouth to question his actions but paused when you felt the slow, soothing caresses of his thumb against your fingers. For a moment you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t understand what was happening. After a short while you found yourself breathing with the movement. Slow, steady breaths in and out. 

A cool wave washed over you, calmness spread across your chest until the burning tightness became a dull, hardly noticeable thump. You relaxed, moved closer to the source of your comfort and let sleep take you. 

--

Kaeya’s dreams were filled with images of you, acts that he could only imagine in the confines of his mind. To him, sleeping was bittersweet - a way to have what he wanted if only in fleeting waves. 

This time his dreams felt even more intense than normal. A warmth covered him, pleasant scents made it all so much more real. He fought against waking up, but, as he always does, he lost. 

However, as his senses started to return and his body began to move, he found it uncharacteristically difficult. Furrowing his brows, he looked down to examine himself only to find the top of an unexpected head resting on his chest. He shifted to get a better look but in the back of his mind, and the desire of his heart, he knew it was you. 

Your hand rested on his stomach, the other pressed against his side. When did you get here? A dream resurfaced in his mind of you crawling into his bed but .. that was just a a dream ... it was just a ... 

Your face scrunched, a soft groan burned his ears before you relaxed with a smile touching your lips. Kaeya’s fingers hovered over your hand, sensing the warmth coming off them. This was real - that dream was real! 

Nervously, he let his hand rest against yours while he gazed up at the celling hoping beyond hope time would freeze. Just this once. 

--

Thoma

you glanced back but returned your gaze to the ground as soon as Thoma turned around. He seemed hesitant, nervous? but maybe that was just your own feelings clouding your judgement

Thoma meant so much to you - not just as a friend, but someone who you trusted completely, loved unabashedly, wished the world for - but your feelings for him were all your own and though you wanted more, you’d rather have him be your friend than not at all. so, you kept those thoughts to yourself, even when they bubbled to the surface or threatened to spill off the tip of your tongue - you locked them away, it was safer that way

It didn’t take him long to put on the sunshine and try to reassure you, try to make light of the situation with that positive spin. it was nice of him, as always 

after the two of you got cleaned up - though you couldn’t work up the nerve to do much more than wipe off the dirt and change your clothes - you had a small dinner with Thoma - he on his bed and you on your own - before turning in for an unexpectedly restless sleep 

Pressure woke up up, an uncomfortable, heavy, tight pressure that stole your breath away. You sat up to breathe but it didn’t help. The dark, oppressive, unfamiliar room set your senses on high alert and made you imagine things that weren’t really there. A noise crept out from the corner and you shot your head toward it. Shadows spread across the wall. You couldn’t make out if anything was there and that made your hands shake. You wanted to investigate but something seemed off. Fear gripped your legs, made it hard to breathe. Something was wrong --- 

“... thoma ...” you called out, voice strangled. A shadow moved across the floor, capturing you. “T-Thoma--!” you cried out again and suddenly a hand touched your shoulder. 

Thoma spoke your name with worry laced around every letter, “you okay?” he asked, breathless. 

“I think -- the corner,” you tried to explain as you leaned further into his touch. It took less than a second for light to flood the room and for you to see there was nothing there. Your mind was playing tricks on you at the worst possible time. “I swear something was there ...” you whispered, embarrassment slowly replacing the fear once gripping you. 

You watched Thoma examine the space but found nothing. He was thorough, sliding his hands over the wall and checking the windows to see if they had been recently opened. “I can’t find anything,” he reassured you but it felt more like a dig than anything else. 

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, hiding your face in your hands and hoping tears didn’t make their way to the surface. It was so humiliating, you wanted to disappear. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” Thoma’s voice drifted closer to you. A pair of warm hands touched the back of you own but you didn’t let them fall. “Our minds play tricks on us sometimes, but there’s nothing to worry about. See?” He tugged on your fingers so you pulled them away, just a little, to see what Thoma was motioning too. “Nothing at all. You’re safe,” he assured you with a smile as he pushed back the strands of hair falling against your face. 

You nodded but couldn’t help but stare at the corner behind him. It wasn’t just what you saw, you felt it. Even though he checked it out, there was little hope you’d fall back asleep tonight. 

“I’ve got an idea,” he said, interrupting your thoughts. You tracked his movements through the room but found yourself looking back at the corner over and over again. You were distracted when Thoma returned, but instead of reappearing where you thought it would, the bed creaked behind you as he slid under the sheets. 

“T-Tho--??” 

“I’m sure you’re still on edge. I hope you don’t mind - I mean ... I don’t want to be too forward, but I thought you’d sleep easier if I, well --” his voice trailed off and you swore his cheeks flushed pink, “Maybe this was a bad idea after all, haha,” he rubbed the back of his head, eyes closing as he tilted his head to the side. “Yeah, I’ll --” 

“No!” You shouted, surprising even yourself how loud you got. Thoma paused but his cheeks continued deepen in color. “I mean,” now you were feeling hot, “y-you can stay. Please stay,” you flashed your eyes up at him before looking back at your fingers. Was it possible to accidently break your own bones just from squeezing them? 

Thoma cleared his throat, unsure where to look. Nodding in confirmation, he slid further under the covers while you did the same. It was difficult, but you turned your back to the corner so you could look at Thoma. For a while neither of your said anything, moved. When you made eye contact, Thoma smiled before looking elsewhere. 

“Should I - ahem - turn off the light?” he asked, hand reaching backward toward the small lamp. When you responded, he twisted to better reach the light and after a soft *click* the room when dark again. You felt the bed dip, heard it creak as he adjusted and though it was dark, you could make out the edge of him. 

The room was so quiet. The moving wood sounded like it was screaming compared to before. The unease in your chest began to return and you wondered if, even with him here, would you manage to fall asleep. 

“Um --” Thoma’s voice cut through the night like the strike of a match, “Here. You can hold onto my hand if you need to,” he explained. Though you couldn’t see it, you knew exactly where to find it. It was intimidating, the thought of touching him, you braved yourself to take it. 

“T-Thanks.” 

“No problem,” he replied, his fingers tapping against your own before relaxing. It was as if he weren’t sure if he should close them or not, so he didn’t. 

You focused on the pulsating warmth from his palm, felt the connection between his heart and your own until your eyes became heavy and the darkness behind you felt less intense. At first you thought you’d never fall asleep but now you were fighting against it so you could live just a little longer holding Thoma’s hand. 

Tomorrow the two of you would have something to talk about - as long as you were brave.

--

Zhongli

You stood quietly by Zhongli as he bowed to the host before closing the door. When he turned to see inspect the room, respectfully he offered the bed the furthest from the door; of course you couldn’t object - you couldn’t really do anything other than shuffle around the space while he got settled 

he seemed so comfortable, so unaffected by the situation. slowly he started to remove his coat and over-vest, placing them neatly on the back of the chair, rolling his beige sleeves up his toned arms. you nervously looked away and excused yourself to the small washroom to catch your breath 

when you returned, clothes changed, you saw him sitting at the table, head tilted slightly as he jotted down notes in his book. it reminded you of the times you’d visited him while he was working - perhaps if you tried hard enough you could imagine this was just one of those situations except this time the two of you were on the road ... alone ... at night ... 

yup - you definitely weren’t going to get any sleep 

You tossed and turned, unable to get comfortable enough to fall back asleep. Inside your chest a war was raging on. A battle over your heart and breath with you fighting back against it. If you could, you would have screamed into the pillow in frustration, but that would have woken up the sleeping man in the bed next to you. If Zhongli had gotten another room, or if you had been alone in the first place, you could handle this in the ways you normally would. Of course, you weren’t annoyed that Zhongli was with you - his company was perfect, what you wanted, but right now it seemed like a horrible trick someone was playing on you. 

You turned onto your back and sighed. 

Reaching your limit, you slipped out of the bed and tried to refresh yourself in the washroom with little success. The clock was ticking but you swore it stopped hours ago. You splashed water on your face before giving up and trying, for the fourth time, to fall back asleep. 

When you opened the door you were surprised to see Zhongli sitting up, the lamp next to him humming in a soft, orange glow, illuminating his face. Startled, you quickly closed the door behind you as if someone were still in there. 

“I’m sorry, did I wake you up?” You apologized, hand resting on the doorknob and your palm pushing against the wood to ensure the door closed with little to no sound. 

“Are you alright?” he started, not answering your initial question, “I could sense you were restless.” His eyes calmly gazed at you, even after just waking up he looked as regal as ever. 

“Wow, you really are perceptive,” you let out a amused sigh. Even if you wanted to lie there was no way you could now. Tugging at your thumb, you told him the truth even if though you played it off as nothing, “I can’t sleep, but it’s alright. I’ll go on a walk or something-” 

“It’s the middle of the night.” 

“Yeah, it’s alright.” 

Zhongli got out of bed with ease. Before you knew it he was by your side, towering over you. It didn’t matter how tall anyone was, Zhongli was always taller. You took a step back but there was no where to go. 

“There are benefits to walking, it eases the mind and relaxes the body,” he started, voice slow, calm, ethereal, “however, it is unwise to do so in unfamiliar territory. I will accompany you.” 

“Oh no!” Throwing up your hands you waved him off but he was already moving toward his belongings. This was too much, you were putting too much on his shoulders. Without thinking, you rushed toward him and grabbed his wrist to hold him still, “You don’t have to do that.” 

“I do not mind,” 

“yes but ... I do ...” He stopped and turned to you, an eyebrow raised. “Let’s not go for a walk, okay.” 

“If it will help aid in your rest then I will -” 

“Zhongli, please.” You tilted your head to plead with him. Honestly, you didn’t want to go on a walk, you just wanted to sleep but how were you going to explain that to him.

“Hmm,” he contemplated the situation, wrapping his finger around his chin as he scanned the room. “How then would you feel about talking through your worries?” 

“... huh?” 

“If there is something plaguing your mind, I will listen,” he start to walk so you released him, eyes tracking him until he settled on one side of his assigned bed. “Please, sit,” he indicated with a wave of his hand at the empty spot next to him. 

“Oh - I couldn’t ...” 

“I insist. Feel free to discuss with me anything of importance.” His gaze never wavered, nor would his intention. 

“You aren’t going to let this go, huh ...” you mumbled, rubbing your face with your hands. It couldn’t hurt, Zhongli was an excellent listener and he always made a point to offer his ear when you needed it so why was this any different. 

Because you were going to be sitting in the same bed -- duh. 

“Okay,” you relented and made your way to the empty side. 

The bed was the exact same as yours, except for the fact that one of the most attractive men in all of Teyvat was sitting on it. Your heart skipped a beat when you glanced at him so it was better to focus on your bent leg and let the other sway back and forth as it dangled off the side. 

You weren’t sure where to start. Honestly there wasn’t any place to start other than letting him know you were feeling anxious for no reason. It happened sometimes - you just had to work through it. Zhongli just sat there, listening while you settled into the bed without thinking and let your words flow without abandon. After a while, it was starting to get difficult to follow your own train of thought. Every few words were interrupted by a yawn, your eyes watered and felt heavier the longer you kept them open. You shivered and glanced back at your bed. 

Zhongli filled in the empty space with his voice. Asked questions you could hardly answer anymore, discussed the complexities of your worries with reverence and poise. You nodded, let your head fall toward him and floated on the sound of his voice until, without warning, you drifted away from him. 

--

Zhongli stopped talking but only because you stopped listening. He wasn’t sure when, but it didn’t matter much to him - you were asleep and that reassured his weary heart. 

Truthfully, he wasn’t planning on taking action. His heart heard you struggling but the nature of your relationship wouldn’t allow him to reach out for you. It wouldn’t have been proper, wouldn’t have been in your best interest. It wasn’t until you slipped into the washroom and he heard your soft sobs that he put his reservations to the side - his heart had developed a terrible weakness. 

It would have been the better move to carry you back to your own bed, to return you to the solitary sheets he couldn't touch, but he couldn’t do it. Longing and restraint tore at each other in his chest as he watched you sleep beside him. You looked so peaceful, and he desperately wanted to protect that. 

In the end, one had to win. 

Since breaking away from his immortal thread, he had changed considerably. The separation he was able to cultivate between his world and the mortal one was always so clear, but now - now, as he placed a loose blanket over you, moved closer to watch you, that wall blurred and drifted like mist over his skin. 

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★Are You Cold?★

❅You’re cold and they’re right next to you❅

Characters: Albedo, Ayato, Childe, Alhaitham, Cyno, Xiao, Zhongli x G/N reader

Gender neutral! Take it anyway you prefer but this is just purely fluff or some crack (parts of it)

Enjoy <3

★ ____________________ ★

Albedo:

❅ doesn’t notice your shivering and shaking for at least five minutes

❅ Once he did, you bet he’ll immediately build a fire or something to warm you up just as quickly. After all, he wouldn’t be a big fan of getting you sick on his watch, right?

❅ Will stuff you with his cooking until you’ve stopped shaking altogether. He says it’s good for the cold. He is correct.

❅ Will also pause his experiments just to hold your hand to try to warm them up. Unfortunately, though, he’s just as cold so you end up trying to warm HIS hand up

“Is this helping?”

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Ayato:

❅ If you truly know him, he’ll throw in a few teasing remarks.

❅ “What’s wrong, darling?” he asks in a pseudo worry tone.

❅ Jail this man. He’s making fun of you for your few layers while he has a whole SUIT and layers underneath.

❅ He’ll spare you his overcoat if you look like a sad puppy long enough

❅ WILL take care of you. Unjail him now he deserves it

“You look so adorable right now. Hm? Me? I’m not cold in the slightest.”

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Childe:

❅ “What’s wrong? Can’t handle the freezing temperatures of snezhnya?” He says, while being dressed layers while you were under prepared for the visit to his homeland

❅ Of course, he told you to layer up but the way he joyfully explained how his homeland looked like, made you think it was santa’s workshop or something

❅ He’ll discard a few of his layers of coats to wrap around your shaking body

❅ After you two find a warm place to stay, he will endlessly tease you about it

“You should’ve listened to me. Now look, your nose is as red as a jueyun chili!”

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Alhaitham

❅ Seriously? Does he even notice you at this point?

❅ You’ve been sitting next to him, shivering because of the air conditioning inside the Akademiya for at least 20 minutes and he still has his head in his book

❅ You’re debating on leaving your spot until he suddenly looks up at you

❅ His eyes are wide. And I mean WIDE. How long have you’ve been shivering for?

❅ He gets up and takes you outside where you’re instantly warmed up

❅ He’s embarrassed but hides it well

“...You could had said something...”

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Cyno:

❅ Imagine this: both of you travel to dragonspine for a little...adventure?

❅ He insists on just a thin robe and nothing more to keep out the harsh winds of dragonspine

❅ Now he’s the one shaking and pleading for you two to head back

❅ You gave in cause he kept bothering you about the cold and you eventually had to hug him the whole journey back

❅ When he’s out of dragonspine, though, he steals your coat and tells you terrible jokes about snow on the way back to sumeru

“Hey wait up. Snow down, y/n.”

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Xiao:

❅ It was a particularly cold night in Liyue and of course you were just hanging out with Xiao on top of the roof of WangShu Inn

❅ You started to shiver and he did notice. Right away, actually

❅ He couldn’t really confront you because he was shy. So he avoided your shivering for a bit longer until your teeth started chattering

❅ Finally, he disappeared and appeared again with a blanket (that he totally didn’t take from a sleeping traveler in the Inn)

❅ When you don’t take the blanket, he obviously wraps it around you himself. Use your hands reader (ㆆ_ㆆ).

❅ Does a good job. You look like one of those burritos now but you’re comfy and it makes Xiao happy <3

“...Hmph. Mortals and their intolerance to the cold.”

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Zhongli:

❅ Ah. What a gentleman.

❅ 13/10 would offer you his coat the millisecond you look cold

❅ Is he cold himself? Probably. But your needs come first!

❅ Brews you a hot cup of tea and goes on with his day until you forget that you’re shivering

❅ Works every time.

“I’m pleased to know you have an adoration for my voice; but please, drink up. You’ll get cold again.”

★ ____________________ ★

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