how genshin men acts when you two got stuck somewhere due to the rain !
contents ; gn reader | tbh idk where to put ayato
don’t worry, mans live for this moment. his face would scrunch up to a smug smile, as he pulls out a whole ass umbrella up his pocket. he does travel a lot, so definately he got everything with him. thank the archons for letting you two arrive home dry
albedo, dainsleif
he might not have an umbrella with him, but his cape/jacket works just fine. he would pull it up above his head, arm stretched out as the excess material would make a little room for you to fit in. with him above you, the two of you would run through the pour while splashing water at every step, your laughs splitting through the pittering sound of the rain
thoma, kaeya, ayato, kazuha
no capes, no umbrella, or even if he does have one, this man would take your hand and pulls you straight into the pour. a loud and satisfied laugh errupts from him when he gets you all soaked with a huge frown in your face. but you cant hate him for too long, cause he would take you running through the rain, hand in hand, kicking water to one another like little children
itto, childe
you two wait. i’m sorry, but you got no other way. he got no umbrella with him, and there’s no way he’s soaking his cape. he would treat you tea if accessible, or you two would just wait close to eachother till the rain stops
Heya! This is my first time writing for Dain, so I really hope he's not too out of character. And I apologize for making this quite angsty but I think it fits the prompt you gave me. Hope you like what I came up with. <3
Dainsleif + “memories”
All residents of Khaenri’ah have been cursed after the cataclysm. Most of them have turned into monsters, cursed to roam the lands without any memories about their past lives or their loved ones. His curse is to remember everything. No matter where he goes, no matter what he does, Dainsleif remembers. And in a sense, it’s not only a curse, but also a blessing – because even after all these years, he can be sure that he won’t forget you. It doesn’t matter how much time will pass, decades or even centuries, he will remember how it feels to kiss you or to hold you in his arms as you drift off to sleep.
A quiet sigh escapes his lips as he stares up at the sky that spans the land like a black canopy, adorned with thousands of stars. In the silence of the night, it’s easy to imagine you’re here with him, lying next to him in the grass. “The ground is way too uncomfortable to sleep,” you’d complain, and he’d suggest, “Rest your head on my shoulder, then.” And then, he’d wrap his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close to shield you from the wind that gently blows across the plain.
For a brief second, he even thinks he can smell your perfume in the breeze. A soft smile flashes over his face, and he closes his eyes. Even if it’s not real, it always brings him so much peace to think about you, to remember even the smallest details about you and your relationship that has always seemed too good to be true. He should’ve told you more often how much you meant to him.
“I love you.”
Just a whisper, and maybe it’s all in his head, but in this moment, Dainsleif hears your voice as clearly as if you were lying next to him, and he smiles again, although he knows he should stop clinging to the past. But how is he supposed to let you go when he’s so damn lonely all the time? When the only thing that can bring him even a smidgen of happiness is the ghost of you?
It’s irrational, he’s well aware of that, and it doesn’t help with his mission at all but he’s not ready to let you go. Maybe he will never be ready.
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hiii can i request ayato realizing hes fallling for reader? g/n please :D
so this is love?
ayato x g/n reader!
(and happy belated birthday ayato!)
and after a very. VERY. long break, i'm back! thank you so much for all your support, and thank you for 405 follows 🫶
"whats with that look on your face?"
thoma gently nudges his friend, ayato's, shoulder. he caught him staring at you. you were talking with your friends by the lockers, your laughter being heard even from where they both were.
"...what look?" ayato responds, not even bothering to look back at thoma.
"that look! when you're staring at the person you love! cut it out man, you look way too creepy.. i can practically see the hearts in your eyes!"
ayato's heart drops when he hears that word. love? sure, he's had some crushes before, but crushes are crushes. love? thats a different story.
but before he could deny it, he thought about every moment you had together. the look on your face when he gifted you flowers for valentines, insisting that you take it, a blush creeping onto your face as he chuckled.
how he'd get possessive whenever you recieved a love letter, or chocolates, and would always partner up with you for group projects. or how whenever you're feeling down, you're the first person he goes to-
yeah. maybe thoma does have a point.
ayato's arms cross, and smiles. he closes his eyes, claiming hes sleepy, when thoma damn well can see a blush form on his face. atleast he doesnt know how fast my heart is beating, he thinks.
he sighs and looks back at you. he needs to tell you. maybe over dinner, at the new restaurant that opened nearby. would the food there match your tastes? would you be more focused on the dinner or him?
husband!ayato who used to be always concentrated at work and now finds himself drifting off with a lovesick smile on his face.
husband!ayato who swears that he is a morning person, but somehow can’t get out of bed in the morning, clinging to your sleepy figure.
husband!ayato who loves to read to you especially at night, loving the way you softly snore once you drifted off to sleep.
husband!ayato who dislikes going out in every shape or form, yet he loves to go on walks with you, admiring the sakura trees while the two of you walk around with intertwined hands.
husband!ayato who is an incredibly dutiful partner and husband, doing everything and more to fulfill the vows he made to you.
husband!ayato who loves to spoil you in any way shape or form, willing to buy the entirety of teyvat for you if you asked.
husband!ayato who pays attention to many details, somehow picking up every interest you have or might develop — completely feeding into his desire to surprise you and keep you as happy as you can be, which he definitely succeeds in.
husband!ayato who notices immediately when you have a bad day, approaching you with a small smile and warm look on his face, offering to spend the entire day with you, doing the things you love; and don’t even bother asking him about his duties as he had already cleared out his schedule for you.
husband!ayato who loves to call you all sorts of sweet nicknames — “darling” and “my love” being his favorites for you.
husband!ayato who sometimes gets caught up at work, causing him to miss dinner with you at home.
husband!ayato who rushes back to you in shock once he realized it, panting as he opened the door to find you asleep on the couch.
husband!ayato who carries you to bed, giving you a peck on the forehead before whispering a sweet apology.
husband!ayato who hates upsetting you so he always makes it up right away, surprising you with endless amounts of affection, little gifts and most importantly — being suspiciously free of any kind of responsibility he usually has.
husband!ayato who is happier than ever now that he has you by his side and he would willingly give up every single bit of mora he has if you asked him to.
idk if you take requests but if you do can you do this one? this is kind of a random one but genshin boys saying ‘this is for you/this one’s for you’ before shooting the basket ball in the ring but completely miss. if you know what i mean
tysm and hope you have a nice day :)
a/n : thank you for the request anon! I’m not sure if they were purposely missed or it was accidental, I just did it accidental bc I couldn’t think of anything if they missed ♡
DON’T MEASURE MY LOVE WITH BASKETBALLS ੈ✩‧₊˚
summary: genshin boys saying 'this is for you/this one's for you' before throwing the basketball, but completely misses.
warnings; sfw, modern au, established relationship, gn reader,
aether, Thoma, tighnari, Gorou, dainsleif:
he's very embarrassed and red. literally cannot mask his emotions at all. Tries to catch your eye and telepathically say 'I'm sorry 😢’
Alhaitham, Diluc, zhongli, kaeya:
i think it would be hard to get him to miss (he's tall and got those muscles, yk?) but if he somehow does, literally stops in his tracks. like, literally just stands there and glares at the ball. oh, he knows gonna be in trouble.
Ayato, Kazuha, albedo, heizou:
Picks up the ball and throws it in (he's get it this time I promise) before probably facing you and winking saying something cheesy like 'I'd never miss for you, no matter how much times I fail'
Childe, itto, venti, kaveh:
walks to the edge of the court where you're sitting and gets down on his knees, begging (screaming) for your forgiveness. he's literally sobbing with no shame and everyone's staring at you. please forgive him, otherwise he'll be doing this until he gets dragged off.
Wanderer, Xiao, cyno
you were kinda expecting it... he's pretty short. rolls his eyes and starts yelling how this is stupid and how you believed him because how stupid you are...whatever. he's just very upset and embarrassed, okay? scared that you took it personally and thinks he's doesn't love you, but he does. just don't ask him to explain it by using basketballs.
warnings: fluff, gn!reader, nicknames, reader is being a bit too curious again :/
request: mai mai! imagine the genshin men's reaction to you saying "i love you" randomly. 🤭🤭🤭
ayato who gets caught off guard, he didn't expect you to proclaim such syrupy words. he chagrins, his cheeks turning into a lustrous tincture as he processes the unexpected words. his heart was tromping, he covers it up with a small smile, "how sweet of you, darling." he mutters, yet the hues that were painted on his cheeks never faded away. he was rendered speechless, his eyes aglow with surprise and delight at your compliment. he couldn't help but smile airily, and his heart beat faster as he basked in the moment. oh archons, how he cherished every single second with you, he had never felt more alive.
albedo who gently smiles upon hearing those three words. his head lifted up to face his love, his eyes meeting with yours. he wasn't abashed or flushed, instead he found it quite, cute. he felt a warmth swell in his chest as he embraced the words, feeling as though they were the only thing necessary to make him feel complete. his lips parted into a soft smile in response, hoping his feelings were conveyed in that simple gesture. "i love you too, dove." with a voice full of love and tenderness, his heart raced as he whispered those three words back to you. his feelings were so strong and genuine, they could not be contained. he may not have said much, but it was enough to convey the depth of his love for you.
kazuha who softly grins, his pearly whites dazzling. he embraces your hand in his, gently folding and twiddling with each finger. "my love for you is like this sea, never ending." he vocalizes, those 10 words were enough to make you cherubic and rosy. his words resonate in your heart, touching you in a way that cannot be put into words. you feel your love for him multiplying, swelling in your chest and bringing a smile to your face. billows of wind flew past the both of you, mitigation floated in the solace atmosphere, he looked into your eyes, and you know he meant it - his love is infinite, just like the ocean before you.
aether's face is hung low, crimson inches on his forehead. seems like those three words were still processing through his ears. his mellifluous gems meets yours, yet his expression was unchanged; he was still struggling to comprehend what had been said. his eyes became glassy and his mouth slightly agape. he was trying to find the right words, but nothing came out. he knew he couldn't bear to hear the answer and had to look away. "y-y/n, maybe not infront of paimon." he mumbled inaudibly. "what? paimon doesn't understand!" the little girl exclaimed, but it looked like neither of you wanted to answer her. but don't take him wrong! he loved you more than anything, but with a literal child in front of you, how dare you ask him such questions >:(
al haitham looks unimpressed, bored. almost like he didn't hear you. but truth is, his inner self is running abrack. totally out of control. his eyes were fixated on the pages of his book, eyebrows knitted together. but his mind was aware of those three oh-so-sweet words that came out of your pretty mouth. he was trying his hardest to keep his composure, but he couldn't help but feel a spark of inducement at hearing those three nubile words, his heart hastened, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he tried to fight back a smile, but the exultation was too much for him to bear. "was it by coincidence that those three words you just uttered had repeated in this book?" he questioned, a sly smirk was threating to show through the covers of his lips. "what three words?" you came back, turmoiled expressions were drawn onto your face. the viridescent-eyed male, at last let a sly grin to curve up on his face before muttering,"i love you."
xiao almost immediately turned his head towards you, his primitive eyes augmented. his pallid cheeks were masked with a merlot contrast, his lips were sundered. his appearance was almost amusing— to you at least. your soft giggles and chuckles filled the air, his eyebrows creased together as he cleared his throat, "you mortals find this despicable sentence funny?" he blurted out of embarrassment. his hindrance was palpable, as he quickly added, "i suppose you mortals have a pitiable sense of humour." his arms folded together as they were placed in front of his chest. "well, in that case..." he continued, his expression hardening, "let's see how funny you find this." before ramming his gelid lips against yours. checkmate.
ajax finds your statement cute, of course he would want his darling to feel the same way with him. he takes your hand in his stark larger ones, brushing your back before whispering into your ear, "why i feel the same way, darling." his airy breath washed over you like a calm breeze. a pompous smile spread over his face before he parted from you, gently chuckling at your sanguine mess. "i think you're too adorable for your own good. i can't help but want to keep you close," he teases as he pulls you closer to him. his eyes twinkle with amusement as he leans in to whisper softly, "you make me feel so alive."
scaramouche elevates an eyebrow as he blankly stares at you with a stoic expression. obviously, he is not amused. a deep sigh comes from him, letting you know he has no more tolerance for your antics. "is this a joke?" he questions, his voice dripping with sarcasm. a couple of blinks at him were enough to convince him that this wasn't a joke. "love, huh?" he says, his lips quirking up into a smirk. he glances at you, his eyes brightened with amusement. "well, I guess i should have seen this coming." he teases, "you're really going for it, aren't you? i guess i should be used to your wild ideas by now." he uttered before adding "don't worry idiot, i love you too." his sentences almost immediately send metarule hues to your cheeks, earning multiple chuckles from him. "don't worry idiot, i love you too." he won, better luck next time!
cyno was quite amused with your sudden declaration of love, for him of course. he conceals his eyes before letting out a soft sigh. he wasn't all red and blushy. instead, he was entertained, almost as if he had been expecting it. his lips quirked up into a small smile, his delectation was clear to see. "I guess this means we're getting married now, right?". yea, that earned him one slap.
Ⅰ. AYATO X GN!READER
ⅠⅠ. TAGS : fluff, kissing, established relationship/marriage, reader has low energy, physical touch
ⅠⅠⅠ. WC : 652 words
ⅠV. SYNOPSIS : missing ayato after he leaves for work far from the estate
english isn’t my first language, sorry !
V. A/N : hiii !! i was so busy w exams and the new semester and i wrote this fic for comfort help. anws enjoy !!
you don’t know if it was the overbearing work dumped on your shoulder or the, what you assumed were cold glances thrown at you by the workers from the estate. it was a gloomy day– far too gloomy that you think was why your mood went down.
it was common practice for you to be curled up in your sheets with a certain someone at this time during the weekends but, to your disappointment, you were met with the opposite. ayato’s fleeting peck and mumbling sorries about having to leave for work was the worst form of an alarm clock you could ever ask for. the feeling of the cold and soft pads of his fingertips brushing against your cheek whilst you were half asleep yet urging to hold onto him lingered on your skin even after he hurriedly left.
even hours later, thoma and ayaka picked up on your mood. either it was thoma who occasionally glances at you circling around the garden slowly letting out soft melodramatic sighs or ayaka who catches you staring at the empty seat at her brother’s desk and sitting on the stairs of the estate, staring at the droplets of rain hitting the ground.
“why is my energy so down,” you mumble softly. your head was resting against a desk that’s oh so familiar. ayaka quirks up and looks at your rather pitiful state. it’s not so common for anyone to see the yashiro commissioner’s partner practically sleep against his work desk depressingly. ayaka walks over to you and rubs your shoulders, “brother will be back soon. don’t worry [name]. meanwhile, you should eat– i wouldn’t want you to pass out randomly.. both thoma and ayato would have a heart attack.”
she tries her best to suppress her giggles but the feeling of her shaking hands against your shoulder makes you giggle alongside her. “i’ll be okay, i promise ayaka,” you responded and raised your head up from the cold table. she nods before excusing herself, “i’ll see you later. i need to meet yoimiya about an affair.” you could only muster up a grin and a nod before shutting your eyes after she left the estate.
a soft thud echoed throughout the empty estate. you drop your head back on the table and let out a heavy sigh. it was more than obvious that you missed ayato, archons, it hasn’t been past 24 hours and you feel as if you haven’t seen him for 5 years. many inazumans made comments about it before, especially elderly ladies who tease you both about clinging onto each other. you clear the thoughts in your head. it was the pitter-patter of the rain that calms you down for a bit– that gave you a moment to breathe for a bit.
“a mora for your thoughts ?” a voice pipes up from your left side. bastard. you abruptly bring your head up and whip it towards your left. your eyes meet the lilac ones of a blue-haired and pale skin man. “you’re cruel,” you mumble at the man. cruel for leaving for work far from the estate when you could barely register what happened, cruel for not telling you he was back— cruel for clouding your mind all day.
ayato lets out a chuckle and pulls you into his embrace. you struggle and attempt to hit his chest softly but he uses his free hand to wrap around your wrist lightly. he leans his head down to litter soft kisses on your face. “i’ve missed you too, dearest,” he mumbles against your forehead. you let out a huff of defeat and melted into your husband’s touch.
“my thoughts aren’t worth a mora by the way,” you quipped at him. ayato squeezes the plush skin of your waist and lets out a hum of contentment. “i’d give up all my wealth for it either way.”
[ Hello hello hellooooo, I was wondering if you could do hcs for Ayato x reader where the reader is constantly sleepy/sleep deprived and has a habit of falling asleep whenever, whether that be while standing up in the middle of a date or just straight up in the middle of battle ]
Word Count: 1.7k
Alhaitham Ver: Green Slumber
[Masterlist]
I nearly missed this if kofi didn't spam you with 10 emails. But thank you so much for the commission! I looked at it and almost didn't believe my eyes lol. Please let me know if I accidentally went under the word count.
If you see a sleeping figure slouched in the middle of the hallway, don't approach them and alert Lord Kamisato immediately. It's a saying that's been instilled into the estate and something every worker is told on their first day. Although the language used makes it sound like there's a dark secret that the Kamisato family is trying to hide. Perhaps a dangerous yokai or evil curse has been placed, and they don't want anyone to know? It would explain why Ayato has managed to rise and maintain his position as the Yahiro Commissioner despite being so young. Whispers and rumors bounce between the paper walls as people speculate just what this mysterious "sleeping figure" is and why Ayato alone can deal with the situation. Yet the answer is lackluster when they find out that it's just his lover who, once again, has fallen asleep standing up.
The image of the Yashiro Commissioner carrying a limp body in his arms is slowly becoming a regular occurrence and less of a cause for concern. The first couple of times, people rushed with medical supplies only to be met with a sharp eye and an equally scary smile for them to please quiet down lest they wake up the sleeping figure in his arms. Now people will quiet down once they recognize your hair and that it's you Ayato is carrying, and he offers them a nod of thanks. That's not to say the whispers stop because as soon as they see Ayato turns the corner, they're back to gossiping and gushing over how cute the image looks. The graceful and refined Yashiro Commissioner becomes a soft and kind family man as he cradles you back into a quiet room to sleep in. It doesn't matter how busy or stressed Ayato is, when someone alerts him that the "sleeping figure" has "returned", he'll politely excuse himself and leave. Any complaints are ignored that it would have to take the Shogun herself to make Ayato sit for a second longer. But only for a second.
You can't explain why you're constantly sleepy or why you will suddenly fall asleep whenever no matter the circumstances. Ayato likes to compare your sleepy nature to Sayu, but he does try his best to accommodate you despite his busy schedule. He knows that you get a bit insecure about your habit, so he tries not to draw too much attention to it when the moments happen. He remembers the early days when you and he were just acquaintances, and you fell asleep on him mid-sentence. The young Ayato has no idea what to do with someone who just fell asleep in the middle of a serious conversation that he thought you died from the pressure. It caused quite a commotion that Ayato still likes to bring up just to see you get embarrassed. But now, if you fall asleep mid-step, he'll easily scoop you up in his arms and carry on as if nothing has happened. If you happen to fall asleep mid-sentence, he'll gently lean you against his shoulder and continue your sentence. If anyone tries to ask why you've suddenly fallen asleep, he'll pretend that he has no idea what they're talking about. The person nestled into his side? What do you mean they fell asleep in the middle of eating? You must be mistaken because they've been asleep the entire time.
Due to your sleepy nature, you're constantly in a drowsy state. While Ayato finds you adorable, it also means you have absolutely no filter. Sometimes he thinks you do it on purpose because of how easily you can write off your mumbles as the aftermath of dreams. Saying the first thing that comes to mind only to pass out the next second and leaving him to deal with the embarrassing consequences. It doesn't help that Ayato is usually the first thing you see when you wake up, and regardless of how your eyelids droop halfway, he's pretty. Really pretty. It takes a clumsy hand to reach up, cup his cheek to pull him into a soft kiss, a remark that he's the prettiest person you've ever seen, before promptly passing out again. You aren't awake for the aftermath of a pink-faced Ayato desperately trying to reign in his racing heartbeat and Yae Miko snickering at him.
On the rare occasions that you're more awake and energized, you'll seek Ayato out yourself. It's always an endearing sight to see Ayato's usually calm demeanor turn elated when it's you that pops your head through the sliding door. Shyly asking if he wants to go out for lunch as if he'll say no to you of all people. Although Ayato is a person that does not like to show his face in public often, that doesn't mean he won't find any opportunity to take you out on these special days. Any concerns about his overbearing work are easily brushed aside. His work will be there when he returns. You, on the other hand, might not even be conscious enough to see the papers. He gets a huffy scoff and a gentle swat on the arm before you take his hand and pull your teasing man along. He ensures he has an arm wrapped around your waist, gently squeezing you into his side while you prattle on about how cute Taroumaru has gotten.
While Ayato and the staff have gotten used to your habits, that can't be said for everyone else. When you suddenly slump forward, quickly caught by Ayato's hand so you don't fall face-first into your food, Kiminami nearly passes out in fright that she might have accidentally killed Lord Kamisato's lover with her food. She has no idea if Ayato's smile and wave are a sign of reckoning and that is a signal that he's going to send someone to kill her later. It takes an hour, and even Thoma arrives to calm the poor girl that no, she didn't accidentally food poison anyone, and yes, this is a regular occurrence so please stop crying-
That's not to say every instance is funny. You are his lover and if there were numerous assassinations against him in the past and present, that means they'll eventually turn to you. Regardless if you're aware or not, he has his men trail after you silently to ensure your safety. So when Sayu nearly barrels into him to report that there's been a fight and you're in the middle of it, he can feel his blood turn cold as he rushes to the scene. His hand itching against the hilt of his sword as he follows Sayu into a clearing. Only to find you propped up against a spear, passed out in the aftermath of a battle unharmed. Like your body auto-piloted your slumbering self and parked itself directly in the middle of battle just to give him a heart attack. It takes a nudge at his leg from Sayu to snap him out of his stupor before he lets out a sigh that sounds older than him before he walks and collects you back into his arms. The comforting weight and warm body against his settle his heart just enough that he can think properly over his heartbeat. If his work doesn't kill him, you sure will.
Ayato stays behind the scenes for a reason. He knows your body can fall asleep at a drop of a hat regardless if your mind actually wants you to. There's a reason why you're not allowed in the kitchen regardless if Thoma is there with you. There's a reason why Ayato is the only one allowed to carry you back regardless if Ayaka finds you first. There is a reason why there is a rule set in place for no one to approach you. On one busy occasion, a stranger spotted you leaning against a wooden beam with papers for the Iradori festival in your hands. It made for a bit of a funny sight with how you managed to support yourself upright while also clutching flimsy papers was a mystery. But no one seemed to be waking you up and you were standing in the middle of the street. The stranger tries to call out to you but receives no reaction so he does the logical thing and reaches out to shake you awake. Too many things happen within the span of a few seconds. A male voice yells out for them to not touch you, the stranger's fingertips barely brushing against your shoulders before they're pushed to the ground.
When you first wake up, there are a couple of expectations you expect to see. Whether it be a ceiling, blankets, or the side of your pillow. It's always something constant that grounds you back into reality. Unfortunately the habit of falling asleep whenever your body feels like it has you waking up in unfamiliar places that your flight or fight instincts kick in before your mind even has time to see properly. So in order to combat this, Ayato has now become your constant. When you wake up to pale blue, you know you are safe. Yet when you wake up this time, it's too noisy and there's a stranger in front of you. So you do the first thing your mind registers and it's to run. Run to someone who has pale skin, light purple eyes, and pale blue hair. Thoma tries to call after you but when you don't turn around at his familiar voice, he lightly curses under his breath before turning towards the Kamisato estate.
It doesn't take long for Ayato to find you. He always seems to know where you are and he's always the first one you see. Pale blue hair contrasts the purple background with a kind smile to ease your heart back down to its regular pace. He can tell you're exhausted, more so than usual, as he tenderly brushes your hair out of your face. Fingers brushing aside the leaves and dirt that got tangled into the strands before dipping to rub circles into your back. Another hand comes under your knees and carefully lifts you up, tucking you under his chin as Ayato makes the trek back to the estate. The quiet command to sleep makes your eyelids droop again before finally closing peacefully. Your mind finally accepts it's safe again to sleep against pale blue.
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Diluc comforts a depressed reader after they overhear something they shouldn't have
Diluc x gn!reader
TW!! FEELINGS OF ANXIETY AND DEPRESSION, SELF DEPRICATING THOUGHTS
a/n- you guessed it! based off true events
i hate my writing in this im so tired omfg unedited bc its 1:30 and i want sleep
its 9 am now i just reread it and i literally hate it so much i had a certain idea in my head but for the life of me could not make it work in writing this post is not what i wanted at all 😭😭
"For real, they're just always so... down. Gloomy, I guess."
"Quick to irritation, as well! I don't know, they're just not the way they used to be."
"Quieter too. They seem so angry all the time. I can't say they're very enjoyable to be around anymore."
You listened to three of your "friends" agree on how you acted. You felt sick to your stomach. They had you completely mischaracterized.
Am I mean?
Angry?
Gloomy?
You'd been through some rough shit in your life. It had left you depressed, anxious, weary, and tired. You'd been like this for years now though. You sighed, feeling like someone had just kicked you. You began the trudge back to the Dawn Winery, trying not to let tears cloud your vision. For once, you hoped Diluc was working late at the tavern so he didn't have to see you like this.
Maybe he thinks of me the same way they do?
The thought made your blood run cold. You picked up the pace in your walking, just wanting to go home.
You practically ran through the door and slammed it behind you, rushing to you and Diluc's bedroom to try and calm down.
You closed the door behind you and leaned your back on it, sliding onto the floor.
You don't know how long you sat there, staring at the floor, trying to run through every possible solution in your head to fix this.
How can I make myself not seem so angry or gloomy?
You felt something shove against your back, making you gasp.
"What the- Y/n, what are you doing on the floor?"
"Nothing. I'm sorry."
You got up and moved to the bed, grabbing a book off your bedside table and pretending to read it.
"Nope. Not going to work. What is it, Y/n? What happened?"
He spoke softly, concern seeping into his normally monotone voice.
"I heard something I shouldn't have. And I fear it's true."
He sat on the bed beside you as you shakily recounted what had been said about you.
"Y/n, they don't know you well enough to make such... childish claims against you."
"I didn't mean to make them think I was angry. What if other people think the same thing?"
"Because you're quiet? I doubt it, love."
"N-no, apparently I seem gloomy."
"And you have every right to be gloomy."
"Huh?"
You looked up at him, unsure of what he meant. You lived a lavish life and had a wonderful boyfriend. What right to be gloomy is he talking about?
"People have said the same things about me. I'm rude, gloomy, no fun, in my own world. Maybe in some sense, they're right."
"Diluc, no, after what happened to you.. you don't have to be cheerful all the time."
"You explained my point, love. People like to talk, but they have no idea what things have torn you apart in the past. You're still picking up the pieces from your past. You don't need to recover instantly just because your circumstances have improved."
He paused for a moment, blinking back tears of his own. He took a deep breath and smiled at you, taking one of your hands in both of his.
"You also don't need to recover because lots of time has passed. If there's one thing I've learned best is that recovery is a cruel and winding road that can go on for ages. All you need to do right now is breathe. You don't owe anyone recovery, and you don't owe then an explanation, either."
The stray tears on your cheeks had turned into quiet sobs as Diluc pulled you into him, hugging you close.
"You don't always have to be strong, darling. Don't rush recovery for the sake of others, and certainly don't let those harsh words effect the way you act."
"Only if you promise to do the same thing." you said in a small voice.
He nodded, kissing the top of your head.
"Of course. As long as we have each other, the lingering words of bitter people won't get in our way."
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This is surely a nightmare.
You swore you could cry from the sheer feeling of dread alone.
'What the actual fuck is this? Why are we here? Hello? What is this? This is surely the wrong stop. I wanna scream. Why here oh my god?'
Even though you were still inside your manager's car, it was visible how gray the skies were. Rain wasn't present, at least not yet, but the clouds looked so heavy, as if they were carrying a heavy burden.
They looked just about ready to burst.
You found it laughable, how even the heavens above seemed to reflect how you were feeling.
Your manager took the liberty of opening your car door for you, mainly because you were taking too long. "Get off."
You looked up at her, holding tightly to your seatbelt and refusing to let go.
"I don't wanna get out."
"Why are we here in this haunting place anyway?" You forced a smile, which she returned with a suspicious one. "I told you, didn't I? The CEO of Cypressus wants to meet you."
"Here?"
"Why else would we be here?" She questioned back, now also removing your seatbelt for you. "If you don't get out, we would be late for our appointment. That's not a good impression to make for a VIP, [Name]."
"Why are we meeting at Ayato's family house?" You cried out.
"Oh, this is his house? I didn't know. I just followed the address their CEO gave me."
This is eerie. Something about this is not right. Why —
"Stop thinking. Clear your mind, we have someone to meet."
The immense friction between the ground and your shoes (caused by your manager literally dragging you) can be heard, aside from you and your companion's quick banters. Well, it was actually mostly you crying out questions and her attempting to make you shut up.
Going through the short path on the way to the estate's gate, you noticed that barely anything has changed. As expected, their residence was well-maintained. Given the amount of staff and resources they have, it would be even weirder if they did not manage to keep the estate in its pristine state.
The only difference between your previous visit and now?
No personnel of the Kamisato clan is on sight.
Perhaps they are all inside? Or all of them have day offs today? Or maybe they all decided to file a leave on the very same day? Maybe the CEO of that famous bubble tea shop rented out the whole place to meet you? Wait, is a family residence even available for rent —
"We're here," your manager stated as both of you arrived at the gate.
"I really don't wanna do this."
"You're just gonna talk."
"'You're'? You mean me? Not 'we'? Are you leaving me alone?" You were on the verge of crying. It wasn't that you were sad. It was out of nervousness. Thank Celestia that no matter what heavy emotion you feel, you tend to cry.
Sad? Crying. Anxious? Sobbing. Angry? In tears.
Amidst your internal chaos, your beloved manager simply shrugged. "He requested to talk to you personally, not me."
"And you obliged?"
"It's for your own good."
"You sound like my mother."
"You think I don't notice that you're stalling?" she eyed you. You then felt both hands on your shoulder, forcing you to face the estate that brought you so many memories all at once. A little push, and voila!
You're all alone now.
It was not until you heard the heavy sound of the gate shutting that you turned around. "What the fuck?! Manager?!"
"Best wishes!" She yelled from the other side. Best wishes? Really? It's not like she's sending me off to get married, right?
... Right?
You stayed as still as a stone for a few minutes. Was this place really deserted? And where the heck is Cypressus' CEO? Is he inside? Should you go inside? Do you even dare to enter?
You gave your wristwatch a glance and realized you're already a few minutes late beyond call time. Maybe you really should stop wasting time outside and go in.
You were only able to take a few steps along the stoned path before you heard the main door creak.
It was a sound that could be heard anywhere, and yet... this specific noise, in this very place... it made your heart drop.
What you saw was even worse.
You could've died.
Out came a tall, fine man in an all white outfit consisting of a simple button-down and slacks, still oh so refined as ever.
How many days has it been? Or maybe even weeks, since you last saw each other?
Your heart was confused.
Those enchanting lavender eyes of his remained on you. They were magnetic, yet repelling all the same. Magnetic in a sense that you want nothing to do but just run straight into his arms, because you missed him so damn much. Repelling, because at the same time, you also want to run away for fear of confrontation.
Fear of falling even deeper.
Fear of falling into the depths, until no return.
Your lips slightly parted. It was hard to breathe — this instance, this atmosphere, his presence. It was too much. Too much for your little brittle heart to handle.
"[Name]," he uttered.
Fuck. And now you heard his voice? You were surely on the road to damnation.
Meanwhile, you weren't aware, but the man in front of you was likewise, dying. Dying to get close, dying to touch you, hug you, kiss you.
Dying to be with you, again.
Ayato silently rejoiced that you did not run away immediately at the sight of him. He feared that once you saw him, you would instantly go away, far and out of his reach. Thank the archons she stayed.
As he made his way towards you, you stayed still. You didn't even know how you managed to keep the eye contact with him. And then you notice.
He is a remarkable actor, but you've seen his genuine smile plenty enough to know that everything he's outright expressing is feigned. His lips may display a slight curve, but his eyes... They never lie. In them were weariness, sadness... longing.
Ayato now stood directly in front of you. "Hey," his voice cracked. "I missed you."
"Hi," you forced out a smile too.
It was a long time of looking at each other in silence, with faux smiles plastered on. No one dared to make a noise, nor an action.
Until Ayato couldn't take it anymore and pulled you into a tight hug.
His head sunk on your shoulders. You could feel all of his weight on you, as if he was deliberately sharing with you how exhausted he was from everything. How spent he was, and how your appearance at his house today was his only saving grace in a long time.
You froze.
You felt him shift slightly — no, he was shaking.
"Love," desperation was evident in his voice. "I —"
Ayato couldn't even talk. The composure he tried so hard to muster while waiting for you crumbled, just like that. One glimpse of you, and he broke. Are you now thinking how pathetic he is? Do you despise him now? Of course you do. Why wouldn't —
He felt your fingers caress his hair.
A simple gesture. Yet when it was combined with so much pining, sorrow, and despair... he couldn't stop himself anymore from sobbing in your embrace.
His last attempt at faking collectedness was hiding himself even further into the crook of your neck.
"Why are you crying?" You spoke softly. "I should be the one doing that," you joked.
"I know." Ayato's voice was muffled. Despite the situation, you can't help thinking how cute he was like this. Of course, you definitely prefer him being his usual cool self over him being a broken mess.
But it was a wonder, getting to see him like this, and getting to experience a new side of him.
The two of you stayed like that for a while: him trying to hide his crying in your shoulder (although his faint noises ratted him out) and you continuing to run your fingers through the tufts of his hair.
It wasn't awkward at all, contrary to what one would expect. Rather, it was warm and comfortable, not until he pulled himself away.
Your eyes travelled down, together with him.
"I'm sorry," his voice was low as he looked up at you. Kamisato Ayato, the renowned celebrity, the man with sharp lavender eyes, the scheming man that you've grown to love, the man that you would put above everything, even yourself, just fell to his knees. Groveling. Pleading. Begging.
But what exactly was he sorry for? Weren't you the one who owes an apology? After all, you were the one who suddenly announced that you two 'broke up' — as if there was even really something going on — without even waiting a response from him.
Then you ghosted everyone.
So really, what was your darling actor sorry for?
He held your hands, eyes still on you. "For everything, love. For dragging you into this whole mess. For being an asshole. For being such a stupid fuck."
Ayato breathed.
"For being a damned coward who is afraid of rejection and can't even express his feelings genuinely that he urged you into entering a faking relationship with himself just so he can experience having one with you."
What?
"So please," he leaned his forehead against your thigh, now looking down. "Forgive me and let me fix everything."
"Ayato —"
"Let me fix everything, with me by your side. With us, together."
With that, he was forced to look up as you pulled him. Ayato was still holding your hand even after the change in position, refusing to let you go.
"Ayato." This time, it's you whose voice wavers. "We can't. You know we can't. At least I can't."
"[Name]," he whined. "Love, please."
You took in his appearance. He looked like a mess, everything about him was. His disheveled hair, his teary eyes, his inconsistent breathing.
And yet, you still found him flawless.
"You don't have to forgive me right away. Fuck, you can even torment me. I just want us to be like before, maybe even better," Ayato beseeched.
"I can't believe you still want me," you forced a laugh. "I left you. Announced a break up. I fucking ignored you. All without notice."
"And I deserved all of it."
"No you didn't! You treated me so, so right," tears were now seeping. "You were everything I could ever ask for, love. And what was I to you in return?"
You sobbed.
You hated how memories of everything flashed in your mind.
How he was the perfect fucking lover despite everything being fake, how he never slighted you at the very least, how unfair you were to him sometimes (most times), how he would do just about anything you want, how you kept steering away from him without a word, how unreasonable you were after seeing a single fucking tweet online.
How you left him hanging.
"I was someone who was swayed easily! I was unfair. I kept doubting you, even if I didn't have the right to. You were perfect, I was flawed. You —"
"I wasn't perfect. I know that. Because if I was, you wouldn't have to suffer like how you've been," Ayato frowned. He knew he was the one to blame, and yet... why were you blaming only yourself?
He does not like it when you talk that way about yourself. If you could see yourself through his eyes, he wonders, would you still look at yourself as someone so low and unworthy? He attempts to change the topic subtly. "We're both human. We aren't flawless. A perfect fucking match, [Name]. So why don't we just be with each other —"
"— but I hurt you!"
"And I don't give a fuck." He breathes. "Heck, I would even let you do it again — infinite times more if you wish. Pain me. Hurt me. Break my heart all you want — it's all yours, love."
"But for God's sake, [Name]... please don't leave me."
summary. when you’re burnt out, alhaitham is there for you, even though he’s just your roommate.
ft. alhaitham x y/n (no kaveh this time </3)
cw. modern!au, (optional: gifted kid) burnout
wc. 1.8k
notes. burnout sucks especially when you love academic validation :(( senioritis is coming for me soon and i’m trying to stay as motivated as possible to do work but even with college application results coming out well (i’m not letting digital footprint ruin anything for me but hey only 1 rejection and a deferral) i can feel that i’m losing energy to work on school. anyway a mid story for a mid feeling :((
on a tuesday night at 2am after a long day of work, alhaitham walked past your bedroom door. although it was dark, he could tell that your desk lamp was still on by the faint glow that shone from under the door. you had spent the past several days up this late working on some sort of project.
you looked miserable these days. your eyes were puffing, signifying that you had been crying recently and the bags under your eyes were so deep that he was certain that you had gotten an aggregate of an hour of sleep that week. during the rare times that you shared a meal together, you barely spoke and barely ate.
although school in general was a struggle, your major was significantly more demanding than the others. it wasn’t uncommon for you to stay up late working on an essay or finishing other homework, but this past week had been killing you and he could clearly tell.
however, he didn’t feel like it was his place to be saying anything to you. sure, you probably saw him more than your friends, especially since you were his roommate, but that didn’t mean the two of you were extremely close. other than the occasional grocery run together and conversations in the living room, you never spent much time together outside of the house.
but that night as he walked past your room, he heard sniffling. he paused, lifting his headphones to check if he heard correctly.
“i’m so tired of everything,” he heard you say from beyond the door, muffled by your sleeves.
he pursed his lips as he considered what he should do. on a normal day, he would have ignored it and gone to sleep since it was none of his business, but this time something was pulling on him to interfere, even if it was rude.
he took in a deep breath and knocked on your bedroom door.
“hey, are you in there?”
he heard nothing but silence on the other side of the door. then he heard some shuffling and the door clicked open.
as expected, you looked terrible. your eyes and cheeks were wet with tears and your nose was runny. your clothes and hair were disheveled and from beyond you, he could see several empty cups of coffee strewn all over your desk indicating that you were running on nothing but caffeine. your floor was covered in papers and pencils as if you had thrown them at the ground, perhaps out of a fit of anger.
“sorry, i must look like a mess right now,” you said, your voice thick, “but did you need something?”
haitham’s heart dropped after hearing your voice. he had never been so concerned for an almost stranger crying, but the tears threatening to spill over and the way your lips quivered slightly made him want to comfort you.
“i guess it would be stupid of me to ask if you’re alright.”
you gave him a small smile before looking at the ground. “it’s the thought that counts. but i’m sure you already know the answer. i know it’s a pigsty in here, but would you like to come inside?”
“if you don’t mind,” he responded as he stepped inside. besides there being a lot of stuff thrown around, it wasn’t nearly as bad as you made it out to be.
you ushered him onto the end of your bed and you sat beside him before letting out a long sigh.
“when did you start working today?” he turned to look at you.
you thought for a moment. “i woke up at around 6 this morning.”
“and went to sleep when?”
you went silent.
“i’m concerned for you. this isn’t healthy.”
“i know that, haitham. if i could, i would be sleeping from 9 to 6 everyday.”
he was confused. you were more than capable of finishing your work quickly and he had seen it done before. it was strange that you were even spending so much time on a project that he knew others had already finished a while ago.
“i’m just,” you started, “losing all my motivation. i don’t feel like doing anything. but the tuition is what’s preventing me from just dropping out entirely.”
you flopped onto the bed and covered your face.
“i don’t know what’s wrong with me. i used to love doing projects and writing essays for classes. but all of a sudden i just can’t do it anymore. i’m so tired.”
it was silent for a short moment as haitham considered what he should do. he knew that he was supposed to comfort someone in this kind of situation, but he didn’t want to cross a boundary that wasn’t meant to be crossed between roommates. despite this, he wanted to hold you in his arms in a way that wouldn’t be done between just roommates, even if it would make things awkward later.
he gently grabbed you and pulled you up so that you were in his arms. when he noticed that you were shaking from your sobs, he instinctively tightened his arms around you and stroked your head softly. you weren’t pushing him away, so he assumed he was making the right decision by doing this. with no comforting words to say, this was the most he could do for you.
after a long time, you finally pulled away from him, wiping your tears away.
“‘m sorry you had to see that,” you apologized although alhaitham was more sorry that he couldn’t do anything to help you. “i think that the lack of sleep has put my emotions into whack.”
he shook his head profusely. “i remember a friend of mine once saying that it’s important to release any kind of emotion you have.”
alhaitham followed your eyes as you stared up at the ceiling. “i’m not sure what it is. i feel like i’m such a disappointment. my grades are slipping at an exponential rate and i feel like i’ll never be able to catch up to them.”
he thought for a moment about what he could say to you. you got this and you’re doing great felt shallow and were probably very inconsiderate responses, even if he believed in them. asking you to take a break would be fruitless and telling you that your grades weren’t as important as your health would obviously not get through to you.
“do you want me to make you some food?”
you looked at his face for the first time in a while. it seemed that his offering was something that interested you. “what kind of food?”
“just some comfort food that my grandmother used to make for me. i could make some for you if you’d like? i’m not as good of a chef as she was, but i can replicate it pretty well.”
“well, i am actually kinda hungry,” you thought to yourself out loud. “i’d like to try your cooking! do you want me to help with anything?”
he shook his head in response. “just sit on the couch and try to relax. we can go back to your project after we eat, but take a break for the time being. i’ll help you with getting inspiration.”
you looked at him with wide eyes as you followed him out of the room and sat on the couch as he instructed.
“hey, why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden, though?” he heard you ask while he was getting some of the spices from the cabinet.
he paused mid-movement, hand frozen in the air. why was he being so nice to you? he knew he wasn’t a heartless person by nature, but he wasn’t very caring either, especially to someone who was just his roommate. he thought about your crying face and felt a literal pang in his heart. he didn’t even feel this way towards his friends (not that he had many).
“i’d rather see your face smiling than crying,” he finally responded simply.
you went quiet for a moment as if to try to take in what he said. “thank you. i don’t have many people i can turn to whenever i’m going through, i dunno, burnout or whatever. you were the first person who listened to me in a while.” he then heard you mumble something else afterwards.
“what was that? i didn’t catch the last part,” he said as he leaned around the corner to look into the living room.
you pursed your lips as if you didn’t want to say anything, but your eyes looked like they wanted to say it. you urged him to come closer and he set down the onion powder to sit next to you. you urged him again and he leaned in so that you could whisper into his ear.
“i said, it feels extra special since it’s you,” you said in a hushed voice before covering your face.
alhaitham froze again and started to feel heat creep up his neck and face. what a strange reaction to just nine words. however, you also seemed to be reacting similarly as you looked like you were about to die of embarrassment.
“you don’t have to reciprocate those feelings or anything,” you clarified. “it’s more than enough that you listened to me today and had to deal with everything.”
“but what if i do reciprocate those feelings?”
“what?”
“i said, what if i do reciprocate those feelings?”
you looked at alhaitham strangely. “well, i guess that would mean, uh, one of us asks each other out on a date or something. i don’t really know.”
“then would you like to have a dinner date with me right now?” he offered. his face was still very warm, but he was smirking regardless of it.
“wait.” you held up your hands in front of you. “wait, wait, wait. are you saying that you like me?”
he didn’t say anything but his expression remained the same.
“oh. well then, i guess i would like to go on a dinner date with you.”
alhaitham broke out into a smile. he never expected a confession would come out of a night like this. “we can go on a date after you go to sleep though. i wouldn’t want you falling asleep while eating dinner.” and he went back into the kitchen to put the finished dish into a bowl.
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