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‘Till I Met You

I never knew what love was.

neuvillette x gn.reader

genre: angst (sorry if it’s bad, it’s my first time to write full on angst huhu 🥲)

Monsieur Neuvillette, The Chief Justice, The face of all the court of Fontaine.

Had no idea how to love.

Yes, he’s seen a copious amount of romantically involved couples in Fontaine every single day, but he rarely had the opportunity to participate in such humane activities.

For Neuvillette, all he knew how to love was the game of the court. His life, His purpose, to serve and bring justice to his fine nation.

But soon, Neuvillette would learn how to love,

With someone the court did not want him to have.

You. A subordinate of The Knave.

It was completely against his moral, to be loving someone on the other side, but his heart had been hammering in his chest ever since he’s laid his eyes on you.

He and you, you and him. Is all he could think about. Thinking about the what if’s, what if, you truly both loved each other? what if, you were both willing to leave your monotonous lives, just to love each other? what if, it would all be worth it?

Private. That is what your and Neuvillette’s relationship was bound upon. The privacy you both treasured, behind closed doors where status meant noting behind them. Where you could be your true selves behind them, not having a care what all the others would say.

Slow-burn. You both wanted to take your time. Don’t rush it, you’ve got all the time in the world, how blind you both were, blinded by the eyes of love.

Neuvillette now understands, why he never made an effort to have a relationship with mortals.

How could you do this? How could you betray him?

He’s given you all the love he could, was it not enough? Was it all going to slow for you? Did you want something more? Was he not enough for you? He would never know.

“Thank you, Neuvillette, for the 2 months, 5 days, 6 hours, and 47 minutes you’ve allowed me to love you.”

It rains. Rains continuously. For 2 months, 5 days, 6 hours, and 47 minutes.

That is how long he allowed himself to mourn, at the loss of you.

His greatest, and only love.

How different would it have been, if he never let you go?

This is what he contemplates, while sitting at the very top of his throne, judging the very person he’s been aching for.

fin.

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i'm super shy. i'm all nervous 'cause you're on my mind all the time, and i wanna tell you but i'm super shy [part2]

⋆❀ — includes: diluc, heizou, thoma, xiao x gn!reader

⋆❀ — content: fluff, gn! reader (mentions of skirts, makeup, and lipg loss with heizou), first degree burn with diluc, simping, pinning, one-sided attraction, not really one-sided attraction, some

⋆❀ — a/n: here is the second part of the super shy imagine, i hope you like it. if you have some ideas you can comment or send an ask. i tryed be just with everyone but sometimes the words flow more for some characters.

⋆❀ — psd: my asks are open.

part 1 [cyno, wanderer, kaeya, alhaitam] | part 2

I'm super shy, super shy But wait a minute while I make you mine, make you mine I'm all nervous 'cause you're on my mind all the time I wanna tell you but I'm super shy, super shy

⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚ xiao

the summer had unfolded great so far, the climate was nice, and and the clientele of wangshu inn radiated an affable spirit, some of them will tell you tales about their travels, their lifes, the most old would give you pieces of lice wisdom. and even some of tell would let you generous tips. so the summer job was being a success so far. if tell was only want thing that bother you, it is that you seem to have a singular thought remained unshakably lodged within your mind all the time. a silent young man residing on the inn's uppermost floor.

his precense had woven itself into the fabric of your thoughts, a constant wonder that refused to fade, as the days unfold, there is in you a compelling need to draw closer to xiao. the egnimatic presence of the wanshun inn that has ocupied your thoughts seems to beckong for understanding beyond mere silence. and you find yourself making little excuses, the cross ways, but there is a nervousness that doesn't let you talk more than a simple gretting, but every time your smile and say hi to him and he acknowledges you with a hum you heart skips at beat.

one day, your heart guides you to his balcony, bearing and offering: his favorite meal, meticulously prepared with care. you walk to him, your heart racing and your hands slightly trembling. but you go on, extending the dish to him. waiting for his reaction. as you observe him, chewing your lip nervously, trying to decipher something behind his always calm and stern face. its almost quickly, but there is a shift of surprise and puzzlement in his eyes, he doesn't say anything. though he doesn't reject the food. you give him a little dumb and shy smile, and take your leave trying to control your shaking limbs, and you hear him. his voice, a hushed tone. "what are you doing this?"

his eyes studies you, looking at you so profund, you smile to him more as you tell him "just wanted to do something nice" and you leave trying to look as if you are not running for the situation. xiao look at you as you leave him alone, with the plate of almond tofu in his hands. his heart making strange leaps.

xiao finds himself pondering about you in the quiet moments, he has percieved the looks on your eyes, he wonders why will you look at him like that, with those shining eyes, and the timid voice as you greet him everyday. it's as if you hold an anticipation, a quiet expectation, in the depths of your gaze. he's left to wonder, what prompts you to look at him with those shining eyes, as if you're anticipating something yet to come?

you are a very perplexing mortal, the intensity of your regard a mix between an earnestness and vulnerability, stirs ripples of intrigue in his quiet life. as he stands amist the serenity of the wangshu inn, he is drawn to the pretty enigma that is you.

the days continue to unfold, and the end of the summer marks the final days of your work. fueled by the beat of your heart. you find yourself again on the terrace where xiao often resides. anticipation fills your breath as you approach him. the last chance. tough you know he's noticed your presence, his gaze remains fixed ahead. taking a place a few metters to his side and looking to the landscape, you speak almost quietly "the summer is coming to an end" he remains in silence so you continue 'and my time here is also coming to and end". you share, attempting to weave a thread connecting your words, yet shyness clouds you when you feel his unwavering gaze over you. despite this you look at him and extend him a fistfull of bracelets you haven crafted during you free time in the summer. you smile to him trying to not look strange "for you, its an keepsake" he gives you a look that you can't decipher as he takes the bracelets and you smile to him showing him the ones in your arm. you don't want to lie to yourslef but you feel like he almost smile. and you are to turn away as his voice stops you.

he steps closer to you, taking your wrist gently almos afraid, his gaze fixed now in you and his quiet words take shape "if you ever find yourself in danger" he stops almost like thinking his next words "if you ever find yourself... if you ever need, need anything. just say my name" his eyes shine with a strange light his words almost as an unspoken oat 'just say my name and i'll be there in an instant". he speaks to give you a little grip and leave you alone, with a smile that doesn't seem to leave your face

And I wanna go out with you Where you wanna go? Find a lil' spot, just sit and talk Looking pretty, follow me You and I side by side

⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚ heizou

amid the familiar surroundings of your family's restaurant. the sounds of clicking pans and the aromas that fill the air. and yet, admitst the rush and the chaos, there's only one preoccupation that consumes your mind – him. and you feel that maybe you are going crazy. why are you losing your mind over a man?. heizou swirl your toughts and you feel almost powerless to the feelings that are growing on you.

to the entrainment of your family, ever since heizou began frequenting the restaurant. you who was a rare visitor, now frequently daily, assisting with serving the tables, and receiving the patrons. and as you go about your task, you catch yourself stealing glances towards the entrance, half-expecting to see him saunter in, as if summoned by your thoughts alone. It's absurd, really. Your heart flutters like an unbridled butterfly, your mind races with scenarios and conversations that have yet to happen. It's a symphony of anticipation that you're powerless to mute.

your family watches with bemusement, well aware of your newfound fascination. and the amusement of your family grows, at your spectacle of trying to catch heizou's eye. every day, the colors you choose are a touch more vibrant, the neckline a little more daring, the skirt a little more shorter, and you make up meticulously applying, rimel, gloss, and more. your mom always playfully asking when you're finally going to strike up a conversation with your "boyfriend," teasing that she wants to invite him over for dinner at home.

heizou indulges in his meals, almost always in his business. yet, beneath his seemingly absorbed exterior, it's obvious that the detective is absolutely aware of your growing fascination. while his attention might appear to be fixed on his food, a book or his papers, his eyes have a way of seeking you out, their fleeting glances holding a secret understanding. it's exiting, it's not really a mystery for him to solve but it's unfolding right under his nose.

that day was not so different you almost so shyly always stealing glances to him. you are not fooling anyone less him. you give him a dessert that he knows it's not even on the menu of the restaurant "treat of the house" is what you say. he arches and eyebrow, his lips curving into a knowing smile "are you attempting to sweeten me up?" your eyes open a lot and you shyly look at him "amm no? maybe yes? maybe no?" he let you be for the moment.

as the shift winds down and the patrons begin to thin out, heizou decides the time has come to delve more. he approaches you as you trend to a table, your eyes shine as he nears "you are so dreamy, i solved your mystery quite some time ago". surprise dances in your gaze, mingling with a tinge of self-consciousness "my mystery?" he nods, his smile playful "yes, so, how about we unravel another enigma together? how about a date?

the word hangs between you, your heartbeat quickens, caught in the gravity of his words. "a date?" a slow, knowing smile graces Heizou's lips, his tone gentle. "yes, i have a strong inkling about that."

You don't even know my name, do ya? You don't even know my name, do ya-a? More than anyone You don't even know my name, do ya

⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚ thoma

in the simple rhythm of life in inazuma, there was a constant revolt of unspoken emotionions, a constant beat, a flutter of attraction to seemed to have life of its own. days to you were spent in a usual pattern—work, home and the occasional outing—but amidst all that, you heart was entranced by a single figure. your mind seemed to belong to the know fixer of inazuma, your heart itself entrapped by him.

thoma, oh so handsome, kind and with a brightness that left you in awe. it was hard to you fathom that someone like him would ever cast a second glace in your direction. how could someone so captivating even spare a fleeting glance in your direction?. yes, he was amicable and always kind, but he was like that with everyone. yet your feelings expanded beyond mere attraction everytime he come to the flowershop you work in, but it was difficult to ignore the little pain in your heart, a bittersweetness. the flowers he purchased, flowers for "his lady" house.

moments of dejection visited you, as you were convinced he didn't even know your name. still, every time your paths crossed, or your eyes met, your heart would race, uncontrollably.

unbeknownst to you, thoma was indeed aware of you, the pretty lady of the flowers, he saw your presence, felt the nervous energy that surrounded you in his proximity. While it intrigued him, your shyness tugged at his heartstrings. he admired your smile, and theand he found himself contemplating the idea of engaging with you on a deeper level. as the day

the day draws to a gentle close. the flower shop, on the brink of closing for the day, as the last customer's footsteps fade, you're left with the comforting embrace of the familiar surroundings. yet a surprise awaits for you. thoma stands there, his presence like a breath of fresh air, unexpected and exhilarating. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of him, but you manage to compose yourself, offering him a warm and friendly greeting. as he mustered the courage to step forward, his curiosity dancing in his eyes.

"excuse me," he begins, a hint of bashfulness in his tone, "i feel like i should have heard your name before. i don't mean to be impolite, but could you tell me again?" thoma's voice is palpable, and his smile is as radiant as ever. As you share your name once more, he nods with a warmth that seems to light up the surroundings. "

"Thank you for refreshing my memory," he confesses, his gaze never once faltering from yours. "Hey, would you be interested in joining me for a meal? Allow me to treat you, of course." the offer is genuine, his intention clear,

I'm usually pretty talkative, what's wrong with me? I don't like that Something odd about you Yeah, you're special and you know it You're the top, babe

⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚ diluc

in the heart of bustling mondstadt, your quaint cafe-bakery stood. it might not have reached the peak of popularity, but it was a beginning to you and your dreams. little did you anticipe that the owner of the dawn winery would become a frquent visitor. master diluc claims of not having a sweet tooth didn't detter his visits to procure treats to his house staff.

each time his presence graced your café, your heart couldn't help but race at the mere sight of him. nervousness took a hold of you, making hard to keep your cool. tought you were known amongst your customers for your talkative and cheerful nature, something about diluc's presence managed to unravel your usual composure. your attempts at engaging him in conversation stumbled and faltered, showcasing your nerves more than you'd like. despite that, master diluc ever the gentleman, met your moments of awkwardness with calmness and kindness.

on a calm day at the cafe, the familiar chime of the entrance announced his arrival. diluc walk in. your heart raced in response, but you did your best to compose yourself and greet him warmly, hoping he didn't notice the subtle flutter in your chest. he request a selection of the new pastries for his staff. your mind racing to find a way to engage him in conversation, and with a mix of anxiety and determination, you offered to serve him a beverage. Your voice trembled slightly as you mentioned your latest coffee creation, promising it wasn't overly sweet.

unbeknownst to you, your bright eyes and the sparkle in your smile were the only things that diluc need to say yes to you. diluc agree to the offer, albeit the stipularion that the drink better not be too sweet. your eyes spark in genuine eximent and smile to him oh so sweet, and he could no help you would smile like that more often.

as he lean in the bar, observing you. his presence seemed to enchant you, making it hard for you to really focus on your work, and your distraction led to an unexpected mishap—a slight burn from the steaming nozzle. the sound of pain in your voice follows for the shater of the glass. and in a instant master diluc was at your side, concern in his handsome face. lost for a moment, you get back to downplay the accident, but he halts your protest in an instant.

"give me your hand," his firm tone resonated, his words carrying a touch of admonishment. caught in the intensity of his gaze, you hesitated for a moment before extending your injured hand towards him. his touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingers firm yet tender as he examined the burn on your skin. as he took you towards the sink, you found yourself lost in his stern presence. the cool water brought imediaty relief, as you look at him.

diluc's gaze was unwavering, as if he wanted to ensure that you were truly okay."You should be more careful," he said, his voice a mere whisper, his tone now softer, almost as if he was speaking to himself. "i'm sorry," you murmured softly, casting your gaze downward as you held your hand under the water.

he sighed gently, his gaze softening as he regarded you. "don't apologize. i just want to make sure you're okay," his voice carrying a soothing reassurance. He reached for the first aid kit, skillfully bandaging your hand as he spoke. the way his hands worked was gentle yet precise, and his proximity set your heart aflutter even as the tension in the room seemed to dissipate.

the sound of the entrance chime broke the spell, reminding you both of the outside world. diluc stepped back slightly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he nodded towards the new customers who had just entered. "I'll take care of them. You stay seated and rest," he said, his voice holding a note of finality. you found yourself obeying his words, watching as he effortlessly attended to the new customers. when he comes back to you, his gaze fixed in you "i think it would be wise to close for the day and let yourself rest," he suggested, his tone firm. despite you try to protest his resolute gaze silenced you, "okey master diluc" he nodded in approval and stepped back, allowing you to wrap things up.

the streets of mondstadt are quiet as he walks beside you. you tried to insist that it wasn't necessary, that you could manage on your own, but his gentle insistence won out. as you reach your doorstep, his usually composed expression seems to soften. his hand comes up to gently caress your cheek. "rest well. If you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out," you nood in response your voice soft "thank you master diluc".

his gaze held a hint of something more, a sentiment that seemed to linger unspoken between you "diluc" is his answer. before the words could find their way out. his hand reach your, taking the back of your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss over the bandage. and then, with a soft smile, he turned and walked away, leaving you with a mix of emotions that swirled within you long after he had disappeared from sight

⋆❀ — a/n: hello, i finish this, first time thinking of a story for certain characters, and I'm not 100% content with some ones, but writing is practice. i repete my ask are open if someone wants to give a suggestion for a story. i hope you enjoy this.

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[3:33 pm]

pairing: neuvillette x reader fluff, ~600 words

neuvillette doesn't think he's ever been in love.

sure, he knows what love is. he's read all about the emotion, thumbing through book after book in an effort to further understand one of the most complex human emotions that exist. but even though he's gone through the entire library, he still finds himself confused.

as the chief justice, he's also seen some of the worst that fontaine has to offer, and that includes crimes that have been driven by love. he thinks it's interesting, seeing how people let themselves get so overwhelmingly consumed by their emotions that they are driven to take such drastic actions. and all in the name of those they revere.

as a citizen of fontaine, neuvillette has also seen the brightness that love brings to people's lives. although he doesn't fully understand human emotions, observing it in his daily life does help.

he has seen a young mother pull her child onto her lap, a fond smile on her face as she gently wipes the crumbs from his mouth. he has seen the bashful looks exchanged by two teenagers as their pinkies interlock, blushes staining their cheeks as they stroll along the streets of the city. he has also seen the way a woman's face lights up as her husband approaches her, holding out a single marcotte and receiving a kiss in return as she plucks it from his hand.

most recently, neuvillette has seen it in you.

he sees it in the way you take the time to greet each melusine individually when you arrive at work each morning, occasionally bringing in treats you think they'd enjoy. he sees it in the way you come in early on heavier days, making sure that neuvillette's court records are neatly organized just the way he likes it before he even steps into his office. another thing that catches his attention is how you always go out of your way to help others in the office, oftentimes sacrificing your break or lunchtime in order to make someone else's day easier.

he thinks he feels his heart warm when he sees you lift a melusine to reach something on a high shelf.

neuvillette also wonders if some of your love is directed at him. he can't help but notice the way your eyes soften when you see him every morning, gazing after him as he makes sure to greet all the melusine. he pretends not to notice the way you duck your head bashfully when he approaches your desk, wishing you a merry morning before asking how your day has been so far. he averts his eyes from your trembling hands every time you set his teacup on his desk, choosing to take a sip and murmur his appreciation before you slip out of his office with a soft smile. the tea is always brewed to perfection, and he wonders if your attention to detail is just another way you show your affection. (It is.)

he finds himself noticing that the irregularities in his heartbeat only occur whenever you do any of the aforementioned things, and he wonders if he's finally feeling the emotion that has evaded him for so long. the next time you bring in his tea, neuvillette is quick to grab your wrist, gently preventing you from leaving as he asks you to join him for his afternoon break.

and as you take the seat across from him, sending him a shy grin as you grab a teacup for himself, he starts to believe that he might be falling in love for the first time in his life.

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[kalliyen]

Hii I saw your scaramouche streamer and I really liked it! Can I request a kazuha streamer fluff?

My No. 1 ❤️

Pairing: Streamer!Kaedehara Kazuha x GN!Reader

Featuring: Kaedehara Kazuha, Xiao & Shikanoin Heizou

Genre: Modern AU, Mutual pinning (their both down bad frfr), Extremely fluffy

Summary: being a big fan of one of your classmates who happens to be a streamer (and your crush) appears to have both its up’s and downs

Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them

Warning: probably cringe dude i haven’t written in so long

Disclaimer: ⚠️ ONLY A WORK OF FICTION!

When you found out your favorite streamer would be your classmate for your classic literature class in high school, you were both nervous and ecstatic.

Of course, you didn’t tell the man himself you were a big fan of his face work, but it didn’t matter.

You decided to get close to him cause why the heck not, am I right? Kazuha seemed like a very sweet guy in his streams so that must correlate into real life, no?

Well it did. And soon after you found yourself falling for the man more and more, not that you didn’t have a crush on him already watching his streams, you already admired him then but the infatuation just seemed to grow the by the minute.

Kazuha felt the same about you, he thought you were a very charming, attractive and helpful person. He wanted to make a move, but didn’t know how cause his friend, Xiao, a fellow streamer, insists that he has ‘Zero rizz’, which his fans beg to differ.

How was he going to ask you out?

Apparently in Kazuha’s big smooth brain, asking his chat was a good idea on how to get the person he likes.

If only he knew he already had you wrapped around his finger.

Without fail, you were watching the stream, because heaven forbid you miss one, it would actually crush your soul not to look at his beautiful face. (though you stare at him in class, he pretends not to noice but def does, shhh)

You have to admit, you were feeling a bit jealous who could this mystery person he’s been pinning on be, but you thought it be best not to pry into his private life like a good viewer.

One chatter decided to ask Kazuha to described what they look like to them, and Kazuha was more than happy to indulge his fans.

“Well…they have [e/c] eyes that I could get lost into for hours, soft hands that I brushed into once and swear I wanted to hold them forever, and a smile that just melts my heart….” he says with a dreamy sigh at the end.

His chat audibly cringes at how love sick he’s being right now, and even his friends Heizou and Xiao who were with him audibly made faces in disgust.

“What a loser, get outta here lover boy!” Heizou said with a grimace, while Xiao was still making faces of disgust, going as far as doing a fake vomit.

You could only smile to yourself, sure your felt your heart strings tug a bit but you were happy that Kazuha was happy. And that’s all that mattered to you.

Kazuha rolled his eyes which landed on his chat, and he read one message that said “You should probably tell them how you feel, you never know if they like you back until you try!”

He softly smiled and the chatter, thankful that they gave actual advice and not just mocked him into an oblivion.

Who could that faithful chatter be?

Kazuha decided to shoot his shot the next day, that’s how you know he meant business.

He planned it all out in his head last night, how he was gonna romantically tell you his feelings after classes, walk you home and maybe, if he’s lucky, a kiss or two will get involved.

Apparently that day, luck was not on his side. Or so he thought.

The whole day you were extremely busy, even in the classes you shared together you barely had the chance to talk to him, much less had the chance to romantically confess to you.

Truth is, you purposely kept yourself busy, looking at him just made your heart ache, you know that you had no business in his private life, but you couldn’t help but feel a little tug at your heart when you know the person he’s been pinning over couldn’t be you.

Eventually, Kazuha got tired of this cat and mouse game and decided to tell you head on how you made him feel. Whether you were busy or not.

Apparently he thought the time to confess with you was when you were both alone, in the classroom….cleaning.

You tried to get your work finished and over with so you don’t have to stay in his presence any longer, but he just found ways to keep you there with him.

You finally acknowledged his presence when he wouldn’t stop bumping his broom with yours.

“What is it Kazuha? I’m trying to finish my work here.” You say, a little irked at the man.

Now or never, Kazuha thought.

“Y/N, I want to tell you how i feel about you, specifically…You make me feel things i’ve never felt before, and you make my stomach erupt into a bunch of butterflies. What i’m trying to say is that…I really like you, and your personality…would you,,,,like to go out with me sometime?”

You stood there, stunned, he? liked you? you were the one he was talking about in his stream?

Kazuha took your silence as a bad sign and apologized, head tilted down in disappointment. You were quick to cup his cheeks and assure him that you like him as well, you were just surprised is all.

“Surprised? Why would you be surprised?” He asked confusedly blinking up at you through his long lashes.

“I didn’t expect the person you were taking about in your stream yesterday was me…” You said a sheepish look on your face.

That definitely caught the man’s attention, immediately looking up at you, face getting even redder if that was possible.

“Y-you, watch my streams?” “Yeah I really enjoy them! I guess I’m your No. 1 fan huh?”

“My No.1 fan huh…I like the sound of that..” He says, cupping your cheeks this time, confidence seeping into him.

He gave you a peck on the cheek, a peck on the forehead, and then a peck on the lips.

He was glad he took that chatters advice and shoot his shot.

[kawanari-deactivated20240502]

YANQING W/ A CRUSH DRABBLE

。note: i was watching the latest jing yuan trailer and suddenly had the burst of motivation to write a drabble about yanqing omgsuhsdkf he’s so precious

。tags: @mizu-san , @kalpas23 , @neauzi , @emingsscabbard , @mototoxoxo , @genshinfinatic , @hjjks , @xxuntamedxx

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⁀➷ pairing: yanqing x fem! reader

⁀➷ synopsis: you’re the daughter of the infamous Jing Yuan , and because your father was the general of the cloud knights , you happen to run into yanqing often — who’s around your age , and apparently developed a huge crush on you…

⁀➷ warnings: none , just fluff , keep in mind reader is around his age

IT WAS JUST ANOTHER REGULAR DAY for Yanqing. Train with Jing Yuan , have a break , then train again. Some say that this daily life would be such a bore for a lively boy , but he didn’t take notice of those sayings. He was going to become like Jing Yuan. Nobody was gonna tell him otherwise!

After his short break , Yanqing picked up his sword again and rushed back to where Jing Yuan was waiting- amidst the bamboo trees.

“ General , I’m back, ” he called , but his voice died out when he saw the general talking with you. You looked around his age , maybe , and the resemblance you bore with Jing Yuan was uncanny. You were stunning— even at a young age , your beauty didn’t get unnoticed by Yanqing. He immediately froze when both of you turned to look at him.

“ Ah , Yanqing. I assume you haven’t met my daughter before. Her name is [name]. ” Jing Yuan affectionately tousled your hair and you made a face.

“ Oh , err.. hi. ” his usually cheerful voice became a stutter , quickly stealing a glance at you that lasted mere seconds before he let out a quick string of incoherent excuses before rushing inside the training place. He could hear Jing Yuan’s chuckles , amused at his change of behavior , and your tiny protests that you haven’t even talked to him yet.

That was his first impression of you. He calmed himself down against the wooden walls of the place. He couldn’t forget how amazing and how pretty you were. But for Yanqing , he had never experienced emotions like this before - so he fell in a state of confusion and dismay- because unbeknownst to you , you were the cause of why his training faltered afterwards.

“ Yanqing , what’s up with you today? ”

Jing Yuan’s question made Yanqing look down , ashamed. He didn’t know why he was acting like this , either. All he knew was that whenever he trained with Jing Yuan , you kept intruding his thoughts.

But oh lord , he knew he would never be able to say that to the general.

“ I’m sorry , general. I’ll try to focus more. ”

“ Dad! I told you not to just stuff my clothes into some drawer! they’re all crinkled! ” you appeared from the bamboos , huffing angrily as you punch your father’s leg. Upon your appearance , Yanqing straightened up , trying to calm down his sudden rush of adrenaline while polishing his sword , double checking that it was clean and sharp.

“ General. ” he said , raising his sword towards Jing Yuan. Your curious eyes quickly turn into excitement as you squeal.

“ Hehe~! Yanqing is going to crush you , Dad. That’s what you get for making my clothes a mess! ” you said triumphantly , then beamed a sweet smile at Yanqing.

That smile was all it took for his cheeks to turn an evident shade of red , as he quickly looked away from you , trying to conceal his expression with his sleeve.

Jing Yuan raised one eyebrow , smirking at the two youngsters. “ Oh , really? Well , I’m not going down easily , either. ”

The rest of the afternoon became the longest sparring match between Yanqing and Jing Yuan , with you cheering for the young male to beat your dad up. Every time you cheered for him , and every time you grinned and told him to win , he felt his heart jump.

When it became dinner time, Jing Yuan dismissed Yanqing , telling him that he did an exceptional job in sparring today. However , the boy’s attention was all on you. He gazed after you as you disappeared into the bamboo trees with Jing Yuan , feeling his heart suddenly drop , and he would stay still for a long while , missing you already.

Sometimes , when he couldn’t control his feelings , Yanqing would hide behind the bamboo curtains just to catch another look at you as you happily eat dinner with your father. Most of the time , he had fast reflexes so he wouldn’t get caught , but sometimes , he couldn’t react in time- resulting in your eyes to meet.

His face turned red as a tomato - and he’s quick to hide himself behind the bamboo curtains , but his ponytail is still visible between the long trees. Your curious stare lingered at where he hid in , wondering what he was doing. Did he want to play with you? With a shrug you didn’t think that was the case. If he wanted to play , surely he would just tell you , right?

On the other side of the bamboo curtain , the young boy is clutching his heart , trying to steady his fluttering heartbeat.

This continued to happen— you would often catch Yanqing just lingering around your vicinity although he never talked to you first. So one day , you decided to ask him why he was behaving like this.

“ Why do you keep following me around? ” you cross your arms. “ If you wanted to talk , you could just come to me , y’know that? ”

“ … I’m sorry. ” he muttered. His eyes darted around you , avoiding eye contact.

“ If you hate me , you could just tell me that! ” you glare at him. “ I really , really want to talk with you! Why do you keep trying to avoid talking?! ”

Yanqing is more than heartbroken when he sees your pout. He realized he might have hurt you unintentionally. He sighed and fiddled with his sword handle.

“ I’m sorry , I didn’t mean to avoid you or anything… ”

“ Then don’t do that from now on! Understand? ” You extend your hand towards him.

“ Y-yeah. ” he slowly intertwined his hand with yours. His hands were bigger than your hands , and they were warm.

The very moment after your small hand left his , Yanqing practically ran away from you. You sighed. Oh well.. maybe he was still socially awkward , maybe he needed time to warm up with you. But he talked to your other friends just fine! It would probably take a while until he would finally be able to talk with you… you thought.

At the other end of the bamboo forest , the boy was staring at his hand , the one that clasped yours just moments before.

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[dark-night-hero]

Imagine it suddenly came into mind that Morax is the type of being, lover, that would not hesitate to sacrifice you for the sake of the world.

"You know I love you, right?" He spoke softly as if he wasn't looking down at you with an emotionless expression on your face.

"But not enough to choose me over the world?" You chuckle, "I mean, I do know I'm not special, but.." As your voice cracked, you unconsciously reach out and clench the fatal would on the side of your stomach caused by your lover's pole arm. "To have that slapped right in the face.." You smile as small and big cracks spread all over you as blood dripped down your mouth. "Unexpectedly hurts."

Imagine as he stood there across you, as you slowly start to form cracks all over your body. As you slowly start to disintegrate right across him with a bright yet sad smile on your face. You saw the way his amber iris were shaken. How tightly he was holding his pole arm and how blood dripped down all the way from his lips down to his chin as he bit down his lips. All to prevent himself from going after you.

Imagine, during your final moments, you took a step forward towards him. Feeling light as you tried to smile still, but as you do, take a step forward. Everything went back. At the same time, Morax unconsciously took a step forward upon seeing you went towards him, but as soon as you do. You're gone along the wind.

"If I do not kill you, I betray my nation. My nation is very dear to me."

"Dearer than I?"

"Yes love, dearer than you."

Imagine the way he dropped his weapon, hand unconsciously reaching out in the air, trying to grab at least a particle of yours, but it just slipped past his finger like a fine sand.

"Ah." He let out a sound as he took up. The sky looked dark and heavy, as if ready to cry any moment.

"I'm tired." Just like that, one drop of rain fell from the sky into the ground followed by another, and then another.

[ⓒdark-night-hero] 2023°

[ennelala-deactivated20240616]

how you get the girl ! — call me at midnight. (♡)

a genshin impact smau | scaramouche x fem!reader

“man, i can’t believe you had another fight with heizou. you guys seriously need to stop fighting like cats and dogs.” childe commented, walking scaramouche to the nurse’s office.

“it’s not my fault. he’s the one who keeps starting it.” scaramouche responds.

childe scoffs. “yeah, of course he did. over an apple juice? really?”

“shut the fuck up.” scaramouche rolls his eyes. “we both know this wasn’t about apple juice at all.”

childe sighs. “whatever you say. are you even going to do anything about it?”

“…”

“[name] i’m so sorryyyy!! i didn’t mean to, i swear!” hutao apologizes as she assists you in walking.

“yeah, yeah. of course you didn’t.” you reply lightheartedly.

hutao pouts, looking like she was about to cry. “i’m really sorry okay! i’ll even tell the dean it was all my fault!!”

what happened? well basically, hutao made you trip /purposely/ during lunchtime, and the bowl of your piping hot mushroom soup fell onto you, scraping your knee and burning your legs in the process.

you take a seat on a bed inside the nurse’s office as you wait for the nurse to attend to you.

“hutao. you are called in by the dean.” keqing says as she enters the room with a scowl on her face.

hutao gulps seeing the expression on the angry student council president’s face. “[name] my bff, do not worry for i will face the consequences of my actions!” hutao says as she leaves the room with keqing.

scaramouche walks down the hall, trying to find the nurse’s office. recalling the conversation he had with childe earlier.

“hey, are you sure you’ll be alright?” childe asks as he walks alongside him.

“yeah.” scaramouche replies.

“okay. i’ll meet you in the nurse’s office once we’re finished.” childe says as he joins diluc who’s going back to his class for a group presentation.

“this university is so big. where the fuck even is the nurse’s office anyway?.. i should have asked childe before he left.”

scaramouche checks the room through the windows to confirm that it’s the right one he’s supposed to go to. wait a second.. is that you? why are you here? why are you wincing in pain? did you get hurt? did someone do this to you? did someone hurt you?

you internally panic seeing scaramouche enter the room.

fuck. my hair is so messy. my clothes are dirty.. i probably smell like mushroom soup… why do we always meet unintentionally whenever i’m a mess?.. do the stars really hate me!?

i can’t face him right now.. maybe if i lower my head, he won’t know i’m here. i’ll just pretend i didn’t see him.

you shift from where you’re sitting, lowering your head towards your lap, fidgeting with the hem of your skirt to avoid making eye contact with him.

meanwhile, many thoughts were running through scaramouche's head.

shit. what should i do.. should i ask her if she’s alright.? but she’s clearly not alright.. why the fuck is the nurse not here? she should be tending [name] first! fuck the first come first serve policy! the soccer team can die for all i care.

the silence is so suffocating. maybe you should start a conversation with him? wait.. no! you said you were never making a move on him again. you had enough of being the one who always approaches him first. besides, you have a bet with your friend group! you wouldn’t want to lose two hundred would you? wait.. do you even have two hundred..? nevermind that! you can’t afford to lose the bet! no matter what! but it seems like he’s having a bad day. maybe just one more move on him and then you’ll stop, you know? then it’ll be the very last time! you swear! so—

“so.. what brings you here.?” scaramouche asks as he takes a seat on a bed beside yours. your thoughts being interrupted as you hear him speak.

your eyes widen. is he talking to me.? wait.. maybe he’s talking to someone else..? you look around you. there’s no one else in the section of the room except you two.

scaramouche becomes confused by your sudden action, still waiting for your answer.

“oh! do you mean—”

before you could finish, scaramouche shuts you up by interrupting you. “what i meant was, are you alright? did someone do this to you?” he replies.

shit. why did i just interrupt her? does she think i'm weird now? did i mess the whole thing up already.?

“oh.! haha..” you laugh awkwardly. “um.. funny story actually…”

“i’m so sorry! but it seems like we ran out of bandaids.” the nurse apologetically exclaims. “we had two full teams of soccer players that got cuts and scrapes everywhere earlier so!” the nurse explains.

“it’s fine. could you just clean it up?” scaramouche responds.

“of course! please wait a moment.” the nurse turns on her heel and walks away from the both of you, her silhouette gradually becoming smaller and smaller.

they ran out of bandaids? you can’t help but feel guilty knowing that the last remaining bandaids were used on your scraped knee when clearly, he needed it more. you rummage through your pockets hoping that it’s still there and..

“..here.” you say as you hold out your hand with sanrio bandaids in your palms. “i know the design isn’t really your type but.. you need to cover your injuries so they don’t get an infection.”

“..thank you.” he mumbles as he takes your offer.

you were taken aback by the sudden thanks. would you have heard it if it wasn’t so quiet? come to think of it.. it was always noisy in your class. maybe he was thankful for what you’ve been doing for him after all.

“you’re welcome!” you reply with a smile.

you both sat in a comfortable and a bit of an awkward silence with scaramouche recalling what childe asked earlier.

“are you even going to do anything about it?”

damn you childe.!

“actually..” scaramouche paused for a bit, looking into your eyes. “i’d like you to go out with me.” he says with a serious tone.

huh. did i hear that right?

“so sorry but could you repeat that?”

“i’d like you to go out with me.”

“one more time.”

“…”

“so.?”

“i’m really sorry! but it’s just too much for me to process! i can’t decide today!” you exclaim.

"ah. it's fine if you can't decide today, i can wait. and—"

“ms [last name], your friend is waiting for you in the lobby.” the nurse from the front desk calls, interrupting scaramouche.

“please tell her that i’ll be there in a second!” you reply. “sorry scara! but it looks like i have to go.” you say as you bow your head apologetically, preparing to rush out of the room.

“..wait.” before you could leave, scara grabs your wrist. "once you’ve decided, call me. here’s my number. if i don't respond right away i must be busy so, call me at midnight, that is when i get on most."

“[name]! i’m so glad you’re okay!” hutao says as she breathes a sigh of relief. keqing only glares at her.

“i won’t do anything to her if that’s what your here for! go away! shoo, shoo!!!” hutao exclaims, shooing away keqing with her hands.

keqing only crosses her arms. “see! this was why i couldn’t get you out!! she wouldn’t let me!!!” hutao exclaims.

you let out a small giggle. “keqing, i think i’ll be okay now.” you say with a smile. keqing hesitates for awhile before sighing. “alright..” she finally leaves the room.

you’ll have to thank her later for not letting hutao interrupt your conversation with scara.

“keqing is so scary! i wonder how lumine and ganyu manages to work with her everyday!” hutao complains as you both walk back to your classes. you let out a small giggle, the conversation you had with scaramouche almost slipping out of your head.

maybe if you had stayed a little longer, you would have seen a small blush forming on his face.

. . . ♡

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notes :: AFTER 69 YEARS, 2 weeks (of this sitting in my drafts) and 8 rewrites i finally got this out 😇 . i hope this made sense like it did in my head 😭 . pls bear wt me this is my first time writing word to word 🥹

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[kalliyen]

THATS SO CUTEEE AHIFKCKSKDKXKXKXKDKDKALS 🔥

[notpikaman]

welcome home

[kalliyen]

what in the absolute bafuckery is this shit

[majunju]

scrlm doodle dump

[kalliyen]

ahh we all love a down bad kuni to make our day better

[teapartyspilled-deactivated2024]

I have nice story idea for you, it’s mostly close to slice of life fic good for relieving stress or something similar, and you can go wild with ur imagination!

Allow me to tell you, so basically it’s Ayato x fem! Reader, was gonna be diluc but nah not his situation maybe another one anyway the reader’s family is a branch of kamisato but they were failing and family clan will end if they couldn’t find solution ayato proposed to marry ( Y/N ) in order to save the family if she agreed promising her anything she wants.

Having no other choice and pressured from her family y/n the eldest and only daughter agreed and of course she is terrified from marriage and in her first night with ayato in bed they were just going to sleep beside each other’s side of the bed she cried from stress and anxiety! because she was socially isolated the only men she ever talked to was her father and baby brother, Ayato being the gentleman he is takes all his time to get to know his wife and by time to his surprise he actually fell in love with her childish and innocent personality besides her cleverness plus on that he amuses by the fact that she have no Idea how sex works 😹 teasing her by throwing jokes here and there and y/n have no idea what he try to say. And thoma basically: MY LORD!!

Ps: Don’t answer it so no one steals it, if u like it I will know when you write it one day in future Xp or say it in blog? Idk haha

Note – I modified a little bit because I thought I would create 2 parts. Part 1 is the SFW part and part 2 (if people are interested) would be the NSFW part. I hope this meets your expectations, OP! ^^

Pairings – Ayato x f! Reader (Canon verse)

Warnings – arranged marriage, traditional roles, anxiety, fluff, kisses, sexual innuendos

Serendipity

As the head of the declining Yukihiro clan in Inazuma, you had grown accustomed to the quiet and empty halls of your family's estate. But today, the scene was drastically different. Retainers rushed back and forth, making sure every corner was immaculate, and servants were busy preparing a feast fit for a lord. You watched from a distance, hidden behind a shoji screen, as your parents, the current head of the Yukihiro clan, and your mother, made last-minute arrangements, their faces tense with worry. The Kamisato clan was a powerful and respected clan in Inazuma, and Ayato Kamisato himself was known for his high standards and busy schedule. His visit was a rare and significant event, and your parents were determined to show their loyalty and commitment to their lord.

As the oldest child of the Yukihiro clan, you were expected to participate in the preparations as well. But you couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that gripped you. The Yukihiro clan had been facing challenges in recent years, and your parents' efforts to maintain their status and influence had not been successful. The decline in support from other clans and the waning support of the people of Inazuma weighed heavily on your family.

As the time approached, tension hung in the air, and you could feel the pressure building. Your parents' anxiety was palpable, and they spared no expense in making sure every detail was perfect. The main hall was adorned with the finest silk banners, and the garden was meticulously groomed. Even the tea served was of the highest quality, specially procured for the occasion. Your heart pounded in anticipation as you stood with your parents and little brother in the main hall, waiting for Ayato Kamisato's arrival. The sound of footsteps echoed through the corridor, and your parents straightened their postures, ready to receive their esteemed guest. Ayato Kamisato entered the hall with a warm smile, his gentle gaze sweeping over the room, taking in every detail. He was dressed in a different attire, uncommon for clan heads. He was in a white collared coat with long flowing sleeves, dark blue lapels, and gold trimmings decorated with a number of embellishments worn over a light purple kimono and white pants. His attire exuded elegance and authority, but his presence was not imposing. Your father greeted him with a deep bow, and your mother followed suit, her movements graceful and respectful.

You stood behind them, feeling the weight of the moment. Ayato Kamisato's gaze fell upon you, and he offered you a kind smile before turning his attention back to your father. The meeting was formal and conducted with utmost decorum. Your father presented the gifts he had prepared, and Ayato Kamisato accepted them graciously. He expressed his appreciation for the Yukihiro clan's loyalty and praised their efforts in hosting him. He assured your father that the Kamisato clan valued their alliance and would continue to support them in their endeavors.

As the formalities of the meeting came to a close, your father looked anxious and ashamed as he addressed Ayato Kamisato. He spoke of the challenges and struggles that the Yukihiro clan had been facing, their declining support from other clans and the waning support of the people of Inazuma. He expressed his deep concern for the future of the Yukihiro clan and humbly requested Ayato's help in finding a solution.

Ayato listened attentively, his expression thoughtful as he took in your father's words. The remaining advisors of the clan also voiced their worries, their voices filled with concern as they spoke of the once-proud Yukihiro clan's uncertain future.

One of the clan advisors, an elderly man with a long white beard, stepped forward. "My Lord Kamisato," he said with a determined tone, "we have been discussing ways to strengthen our clan. We believe that a marriage alliance with the esteemed Kamisato clan would greatly benefit the Yukihiro clan."

You were taken aback by the boldness of the suggestion. Marrying into the Kamisato clan? It seemed almost unthinkable. You glanced at your little brother, who was listening intently beside you, and then back at Ayato Kamisato, who was deep in thought.

Ayato Kamisato raised a hand to silence the murmurs of surprise that had risen among the advisors. He furrowed his brow, considering the proposal. After a moment, he spoke, "A marriage alliance could indeed strengthen the bonds between our clans. It would signify a unified front and create a stronger foundation for both our clans to face challenges together."

Your father looked relieved, while your mother's eyes shone with hope. Your little brother, too young to fully understand the implications, looked eager. However, you were torn. On one hand, you understood the strategic benefits of such an alliance, but on the other hand, the thought of marrying into a clan as esteemed as the Kamisato clan was overwhelming.

One of the other advisors, a middle-aged woman with a stern expression, spoke up, "My Lord Kamisato, may I suggest that Yukihiro-sama's eldest child, who is of marriageable age, be considered for this alliance?"

You felt your heart skip a beat as all eyes turned towards you. You were not used to being the center of attention, and the thought of marrying someone you barely knew, from a clan as powerful as the Kamisato clan, was daunting. Marrying someone from the esteemed Kamisato clan? It seemed unthinkable to you. Yes, you were the oldest child of the clan, and your younger brother had just entered his teenage years, but the idea of such a union seemed far-fetched and almost absurd. The Kamisato clan was known for its power, influence, and high status in Inazuma.

Ayato Kamisato nodded, his kind gaze fixed on you. "I understand that this is a significant decision to make. Please take your time to consider it carefully. It is not a decision to be taken lightly."

You swallowed hard, feeling the weight of the moment. The room fell silent as you gathered your thoughts. The advisors and your family waited expectantly for your response. It was a decision that could shape the future of your clan and your own life. After a moment of hesitation, you took a deep breath and spoke with resolve, "I am honored by the Kamisato clan's proposal, my Lord Kamisato. I will give this alliance careful consideration and discuss it with my family."

Ayato Kamisato nodded, his smile warm and understanding. "Very well," he said. "I shall await your decision."

As the visitors left, your clan seemed to be in happy spirits. Your parents were chatting animatedly with the Kamisato clan's advisors, and your little brother was excitedly asking questions about the Kamisato clan's history and traditions. But your heart was heavy with the weight of the decision that lay before you.

You had always known that marriage was a part of your future. It was a responsibility that came with being the eldest child of your clan, and you had seen Lady Chisato and Lord Kujou Kamaji, who led lives similar to yours, find love and happiness in their marriage. You had hoped for a similar love story, a marriage based on mutual affection and respect. But now, with the proposal from the Kamisato clan, you were unsure.

As you tried to quietly withdraw to your room, your attendants, who had been present during the meeting, followed you, giggling and bubbling with excitement. Your attendants gathered around you, their voices rising in excitement as they discussed the potential alliance. "Oh, Lady Yukihiro, this is such a wonderful opportunity!" exclaimed one of them. "The Kamisato clan is so prestigious, and Lord Ayato Kamisato is such a noble and handsome man!"

"Yes, indeed," chimed in another attendant. "And think of the power and influence this alliance would bring to our clan. It's a perfect match!"

"Your family must be overjoyed," added another attendant. "They must be so proud of you for handling the situation with grace and poise."

Despite their cheerful chatter, you remained silent, deep in thought. Their words seemed distant as you grappled with your conflicting emotions.

Your attendants noticed your silence and exchanged concerned glances. "Lady Yukihiro, are you alright?" asked one of them, reaching out to touch your hand.

You looked up at them, your heart heavy with uncertainty. "I appreciate your kind words and support," you said softly. "But this decision is not easy for me. Marrying for political reasons, without knowing the person I will marry, goes against my own desires and beliefs about love and marriage."

Your attendants looked surprised, as if they hadn't considered your perspective before. "But Lady Yukihiro, this is a great opportunity for our clan," said one of them earnestly. "And Lord Ayato Kamisato is known to be a fair and honorable man. Perhaps love can come after marriage."

You nodded, acknowledging their points, but the uncertainty still gnawed at you. You couldn't ignore the fact that this decision would shape the course of your life, and you didn't want to enter into a loveless marriage.

"I need time to think and consider all aspects of this proposal," you said finally. "I appreciate your support, but please understand that this decision is not easy for me.”

Your attendants nodded solemnly, understanding the gravity of the situation. They left your room, leaving you alone once again. You sat in silence, deep in thought, as you grappled with the weight of the decision before you. Despite the happy spirits of your clan and the expectations of others, your heart remained heavy with uncertainty.

Your mother entered your room shortly after your attendants left, her presence commanding attention. She had always been a strong-willed woman, a reflection of the formidable leader she had been in her prime. She walked briskly towards you, her eyes bright with excitement. “My dear," she said with a smile, "this is a second chance for our clan to be reborn and restore its former glory. The alliance with the Kamisato clan is a golden opportunity that we cannot afford to miss."

You looked at your mother, a sense of reluctance evident in your eyes. "Mother, I understand the strategic benefits of the alliance, but I have my doubts about marrying someone I barely know.”

Your mother's expression softened, and she sat down next to you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I understand your concerns, my dear. But you must also consider the bigger picture. Your father is getting older, and his health is declining. He won't be able to rebuild the clan and secure its future. And your brother, Hikaru, while a very smart child, is not physically strong. He will need support in the future to lead the clan."

You frowned, feeling the weight of her words. Your younger brother, Hikaru, had always been sickly since he was born. He was intelligent and showed promise, but he lacked the physical strength required to be a strong leader. Your mother continued, "Having the backing of the Kamisato clan will not only secure your own future but also that of your brother. He will have the support he needs to lead our clan to prosperity."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you realized the weight of the decision before you. It was not just about your own desires, but the fate of your family and clan. You took a deep breath and nodded to your mother, indicating your understanding. You felt a sense of resignation wash over you. It seemed like you didn't have a choice anymore, and you knew that accepting the proposal from the Kamisato clan was the only way to secure the future of your family and clan. With a heavy heart, you finally conceded, saying, "I will accept the proposal, mother."

Your mother looked at you with a mixture of relief and pride. She embraced you tightly, reassuring you that you were making the right decision. "I know it's not what you had in mind, my dear," she said softly. "But remember, you will be a part of a good clan, and Lord Ayato Kamisato is known to be a fair and honorable man. I am sure you will find happiness in this alliance."

In the coming days, preparations for the alliance were set in motion, and the air was filled with excitement and anticipation. Your mother was busy making arrangements and discussing the details with the Kamisato clan. Your attendants were also bustling around, assisting with the preparations, but they kept a respectful distance, sensing your inner turmoil.

As the day of the alliance drew closer, you found yourself lost in deep thoughts. You couldn't shake off the feeling of uncertainty and fear of the unknown. But amidst all the chaos and apprehension, you found solace in the support of your family and clan. Your father, though weak in health, expressed his pride in your decision. Your brother, Hikaru, looked up to you with admiration.

As the preparations for the alliance with the Kamisato clan were in full swing, your mother took it upon herself to personally train you on how to be a lady of the house and fulfill your marital responsibilities. She patiently taught you about the customs and traditions of being a lady of the house.

One evening, as you sat in your room, your mother joined you, her demeanor serious yet compassionate. She held your hands and looked into your eyes with affection. "My dear," she began, "I know this is a lot to take in, but I want to talk to you about consummating the marriage on the night of the wedding."

You blushed and looked away, feeling shy and embarrassed. You were innocent and had no idea about the details of such intimate matters. Your mother gently reassured you, "It's alright, my dear. It's natural to feel scared and nervous. But I want you to understand that it's a part of married life, and you need to be prepared."

Taking a deep breath, your mother explained to you in a gentle yet frank manner about the physical aspect of consummating a marriage, the process of intimacy, and what to expect on your wedding night. She spoke about the pain that you might experience and the possibility of bleeding, but she assured you that it was normal and temporary. You listened attentively, feeling overwhelmed and scared. Your mother held your hands tightly, providing comfort and support. She encouraged you to be brave and assured you that you were not alone. "Remember, my dear," she said softly, "it's a new chapter in your life, and it may be challenging, but you are strong. Just lay there and let him do the work. It may be painful, but it will pass."

As the days passed and the date of the wedding approached, your fear about being vulnerable and naked in front of a stranger, who would soon be your husband, intensified. It became your biggest fear, overshadowing all the excitement and anticipation of the upcoming alliance. You found yourself becoming increasingly anxious, imagining scenarios of being exposed and feeling vulnerable in front of someone you barely knew. You worried about how you would feel being touched by a man you had not chosen for yourself, and the thought of the pain and bleeding that your mother had mentioned made you anxious. You tried to hide your fears from your family and attendants, putting on a brave face and going through the motions of the wedding preparations. But deep down, you were filled with anxiety and trepidation.

As the day of the wedding approached, the excitement in Inazuma grew palpable. The entire city seemed to be abuzz with anticipation, and it felt like the eyes of the entire nation were on you. Being a part of a traditional wedding in Inazuma was a big deal, and you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the attention and the grandeur of it all.

The ceremony took place in the Grand Narukami Shrine, adorned with intricate decorations and colorful flowers. The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of cherry blossoms, and the soft glow of lanterns added to the magical ambiance. As you stood before Lord Ayato Kamisato, you couldn't help but feel a mix of awe and nervousness. He looked regal in his ceremonial attire, and his presence commanded respect. The gathered guests, including dignitaries and nobles from all over Inazuma, watched with rapt attention. You could feel their eyes on you, and it made you feel both honored and self-conscious.

The rituals of the ceremony were rich in tradition and symbolism, and you followed them diligently, guided by the priests and elders. The sound of the ceremonial bells, the chanting of ancient prayers, and the graceful movements of the officiants created a sense of reverence and awe. You were swept up in the beauty and solemnity of the moment, but also acutely aware of the weight of the expectations placed upon you. As the ceremony concluded, you exchanged rings with Lord Ayato Kamisato, sealing your vows. The guests erupted in applause, and your heart swelled with emotions. Your family and friends congratulated you with beaming smiles, and your new husband looked at you with warmth and affection. You tried to smile, but your nerves were still on edge. Throughout the festivities that followed - the traditional dances, the feasts, and the celebratory rituals - you tried to be present in the moment, but the fear of consummating the marriage loomed large in your mind.

As the night approached, and you retired to your chambers with Lord Ayato, your anxiety peaked. You tried to keep up a brave facade, but your heart was pounding in your chest. The room was dimly lit by a single lantern, and the silence was heavy. Your mind was filled with thoughts and questions, and you couldn't shake off the feeling of being exposed and vulnerable. The fear of the pain and the unknown made your heart race, and you felt a lump in your throat. You knew that this was a part of married life, and you needed to be brave. But it was easier said than done. You couldn't shake off the feeling of being completely naked, both physically and emotionally without even knowing the person on an emotional level.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you lay on the soft futon, hugging yourself tightly. The fear and anxiety that had been building up all day finally reached its peak. Your heart pounded in your chest, and the minutes felt like hours as you lay there, waiting for Ayato to enter the room. When you finally heard him enter the room, your body tensed up. You could hear him walking around, placing things here and there, settling down for the night. The sound of his movements only added to your nervousness. Your mind raced with thoughts of what would happen next, and you found it hard to breathe. You wished you could turn back time and escape from the overwhelming situation.

Then, Ayato approached the lamp and turned it off, plunging the room into darkness. The only source of light now was the moonlight filtering in through the window. You could barely make out his silhouette in the dim light. "It's been a long day," Ayato said kindly, his voice breaking the silence. "I hope you can rest well in a new place."

Ayato settled down on his side of the futon. "If you need anything, just let me know," he said softly. "I will be here for you."

Ayato's presence beside you was comforting in its own way, but you were still unable to shake off the overwhelming anxiety that consumed you. As he drifted off to sleep, you felt a mix of relief and sadness. You were relieved that he didn't touch you tonight, but the tears of anxiety that you had been holding back began to escape. You closed your eyes, feeling the exhaustion from the day's rituals and ceremonies weighing heavily on you. The unfamiliar place, the newness of the situation, and the fear of the unknown all combined to create a whirlwind of emotions inside you. As you lay there in the darkness, you tried to focus on your breathing, willing yourself to relax. You felt Ayato's steady breathing beside you, and it somehow provided a small measure of comfort. You turned to your side, facing away from Ayato, and hugged yourself tightly. You knew that this was just the beginning of your journey with Ayato, and you hoped that with time, trust, and understanding, you would be able to navigate the complexities of marriage and find a sense of comfort and familiarity with him.

As the night passed and the first light of dawn peeked through the window, you stirred from your sleep, feeling groggy and disoriented. You blinked away the remnants of tears from your eyes, realizing that Ayato was already up and gone.

Panic set in as you glanced around the room, realizing that the sun was already rising and you had overslept. You cursed yourself inwardly, realizing that this was not the impression you wanted to make on your first morning as Ayato's wife.

You quickly swung your legs over the side of the futon and hurriedly got up, rushing to the door. Your chamber maids were waiting outside, looking slightly flustered as they saw you emerge from your room in a hurry.

"Good morning, my lady," one of them greeted you, trying to hide her surprise at your late awakening.

"I'm so sorry for oversleeping," you apologized, feeling a sense of embarrassment wash over you. "Please, help me get ready quickly."

The chamber maids immediately sprang into action, bustling around you, helping you wash and dress in a hurry. You tried to keep up with their brisk pace, feeling a sense of urgency to make up for your mistake. Your mind raced with thoughts of Ayato's expectations and how you had already started off on the wrong foot. As you looked at yourself in the mirror, you realized that you looked disheveled and rushed. Your hair was hastily pulled back into a messy bun, and your clothes were not as neatly arranged as you would have liked. You took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself, reminding yourself that you couldn't change what had already happened.

Once you were dressed, you quickly made your way to the main hall, where you knew Ayato and the other members of the household would be gathering for breakfast. You knew that your late arrival was noticeable and that it reflected poorly on you. Ayato was already seated at the head of the table, looking composed and unruffled. He glanced up as you approached, and you saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes, although he quickly masked it with a polite smile.

"Good morning, my lady," he greeted you, and you could sense a hint of amusement in his voice.

You bowed respectfully to him and took your seat, feeling self-conscious as you tried to hide your discomfort. “Good morning, my lord. I apologize for my tardiness.”

“Nonsense. I was planning to have breakfast sent to our chambers. I wasn’t expecting you to be awake so soon, given that yesterday’s events were… exhausting.” He smirked.

You didn’t understand as to why he was smirking and why the maids gave you a knowing look. The meal passed in a blur as you struggled to keep up with the conversation with Ayato’s retainers.

As breakfast came to an end, Ayato rose from his seat, signaling the end of the meal. "If you'll excuse me, I have some matters to attend to," he said, and you nodded, feeling a sense of disappointment that you hadn't been able to spend more time with him. “(Y/n)… Will you accompany me?”

You followed him as he walked out of the main hall and towards his study. As you walked beside him, you couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension. You were still feeling the weight of your earlier mistake in oversleeping, and you were determined to make up for it in any way you could. Once you reached Ayato's study, he gestured for you to enter before him. You stepped inside, and he followed, closing the door behind him. The room was filled with books and scrolls, and the atmosphere was quiet and serene. Ayato walked over to his desk and sat down, motioning for you to take a seat across from him.

He looked at you intently, his piercing gaze making you feel a little nervous. "So, (Y/n)," he said, his voice low and measured. "Tell me, what do you plan to do to make up for your late awakening this morning?"

You took a deep breath, gathering your thoughts. "My lord, I apologize again for my tardiness," you began, keeping your voice steady. "It was a mistake on my part, and I take full responsibility for it. I will ensure that it doesn't happen again in the future, and I will make every effort to be more punctual and attentive to my duties."

“My Lord!” You hear a voice behind you. “Don’t be incorrigible. She’s new and she doesn’t understand your homour.” You find Thoma standing behind you. “My lady, please excuse him. He’s just teasing you.” He smiles and bows in front of you. You were familiar with Thoma. He was quite popular for his resourcefulness and your attendees were particularly attracted to him. You glanced at Thoma, feeling a mix of relief and gratitude at his intervention. You hear your husband chuckle and your eyes are now fixated on him.

“Ah, Thoma.” He smiles. “If only you let me have a bit more fun.”

Thoma chuckles along with Ayato, and you couldn't help but smile at their banter. Ayato's teasing demeanor was starting to make more sense to you now, and you realized that it was his way of lightening the mood and making you feel at ease in his presence.

"I appreciate your sense of humor, my lord," you said, addressing Ayato. "I apologize for any misunderstanding earlier. I will make sure to familiarize myself with your sense of humor and not take it to heart."

Ayato's smirk softened into a warm smile, and he nodded in acknowledgement. "No need to apologize, (Y/n)," he said. "I can be quite mischievous at times, but I assure you, I have full faith in your abilities."

Thoma spoke up again, "Indeed, my lady, Lord Kamisato has a unique sense of humor that not everyone understands. But he values your dedication and commitment to your duties."

Ayato nodded in agreement with Thoma's words. "Indeed, Thoma is right," he said, his tone gentle. "Moving to a new household and adapting to its customs can take time, and I understand that. I don't want you to feel pressured or burdened by the expectations placed upon you, (Y/n)." He leaned forward slightly, his gaze sincere. "I want you to know that you are not alone in this. You have the support of the servants and my retainers, including Thoma here," he said, gesturing towards Thoma with a nod. "You are part of our family now, and anything that is mine is equally yours as well. Please feel free to ask for anything you need, and don't hesitate to seek assistance from anyone here."

You felt a sense of relief wash over you as Ayato spoke. His words were reassuring, and you could see genuine kindness in his eyes. You realized that he truly wanted you to feel comfortable and welcomed in his household.

"Thank you, my lord," you said, your voice filled with gratitude. "I appreciate your understanding and support. I will do my best to fulfill my duties and adapt to the household, and I will not hesitate to seek assistance when needed."

Ayato smiled warmly, his earlier teasing demeanor completely gone. "That's good to hear, (Y/n)," he said. "Remember, we are all here to support you. You are part of our family now, and I want you to feel at home here."

Thoma cleared his throat, catching Ayato's attention. "My lord, if I may interject," he said, "I believe Lady (Y/n) would benefit from a proper orientation and training on the daily routines and expectations of the household. Perhaps it would be best for your sister, Lady Ayaka to guide her and ensure she is well-prepared for her responsibilities."

Ayato nodded in agreement with Thoma's suggestion. "You're right, Thoma," he said. "Lady Ayaka would be the best person to guide (Y/n) and help her familiarize herself with our household's routines and expectations. She knows them well and can provide her with the necessary training."

Thoma smiled and bowed in acknowledgment. "Thank you, my lord," he said. "I will make sure to arrange a meeting between Lady Ayaka and Lady (Y/n) as soon as possible."

Ayato turned to you. "Would that be agreeable to you, (Y/n)?" he asked, his tone gentle. "I want to make sure you have all the support you need to succeed in your duties."

You nodded, feeling grateful for the offer. "Yes, my lord," you replied. "I would greatly appreciate Lady Ayaka's guidance.”

“It’s settled then.” Ayato grins. “Oh, one more thing (Y/n), please address me as Ayato. I am your husband, after all.”

As Ayato requested you to address him by his name, you felt a pang of reluctance. The idea of calling him by his name felt almost forbidden, and you found yourself struggling to say it without stumbling over your words. Ayato seemed to notice your hesitation and found amusement in your expressions. You took a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to say his name. "A-Aya... Ayato," you stammered, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment as you struggled.

Ayato chuckled softly, finding your nervousness endearing. "It's alright, (Y/n)," he said, a teasing glint in his eyes. "You can take your time. I won't bite."

You felt a mixture of embarrassment and amusement at Ayato's teasing. Despite your best efforts, you couldn't help but stammer and blush whenever you tried to say his name. It felt like a small challenge, and Ayato seemed to enjoy the lighthearted exchange.

"Ah, A-Ayato," you managed to say, though your voice still carried a hint of hesitation. You glanced at him, trying to gauge his reaction.

Ayato grinned, clearly entertained by your struggles. "Very good, (Y/n)," he said with a playful tone. "See, it's not so hard, is it?"

You couldn't help but smile, realizing that Ayato's teasing was all in good fun. While you were initially reluctant to use his name, you found yourself gradually getting more comfortable with it as Ayato encouraged you with his lighthearted manner.

"Th-thank you, Ayato," you said, feeling a sense of accomplishment for finally managing to say his name without stumbling over your words.

Thoma, who had been observing the exchange between you and Ayato, rolled his eyes playfully as he stepped forward. "My lord, I believe Lady (Y/n) has had enough teasing for her first day at the Kamisato estate," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice. "Perhaps we should let her settle in without further amusement at her expense."

Ayato grinned and nodded, seemingly relenting to Thoma's request. "Alright, alright," he said, his teasing tone replaced with a more serious one. "I'll lay off for now. But don't worry, (Y/n), I'm sure there will be plenty of time for more teasing in the future."

You couldn't help but chuckle, relieved that Ayato had taken Thoma's advice. Despite his teasing, you found yourself feeling more at ease with the light-hearted atmosphere at the Kamisato estate. Ayato's playful demeanor, along with Thoma's good-natured banter, made you realize that adapting to life here might not be as difficult as you initially thought.

"I appreciate that, my lord," you said with a smile, feeling grateful for the warm welcome you were receiving. "I'm looking forward to getting to know everyone and settling into my duties here." Despite the initial challenge of using Ayato's name, you were starting to feel more comfortable and welcomed at the Kamisato estate. With Ayato's kindness and Thoma's support, you were confident that you could adapt to your new life here with ease.

Over the next few weeks, Ayato made it a point to spend time with you, his new wife, and get to know you better. He was a perfect gentleman, showing you kindness and consideration in every interaction. He would often take you for walks in the beautiful gardens of the Kamisato estate, engaging in conversations about various topics to learn more about your interests and opinions. As you spent more time with Ayato, you were charmed by his wit, intelligence, and playful nature. He had a way of making you feel at ease with his lighthearted humor and teasing, although some of his jokes went over your head.

One day, Ayato took you for a horseback ride, and he couldn't resist making a cheeky comment. "Let me adjust you a bit, my dear," he said with a smirk as he adjusts you in front of him. "I wouldn't want to lose my precious cargo." He winked at you, causing you to blush and hold onto him a little tighter thinking he meant you as precious cargo.

Thoma, who happened to be nearby, overheard Ayato's comment and couldn't help but intervene. "My Lord!" he exclaimed, his face turning red.

Ayato chuckled, enjoying Thoma's reaction, and assured him that he meant no harm. "Relax, Thoma," Ayato said with a grin. "I'm just teasing my sweet, innocent wife here."

Thoma huffed, but he couldn't hide a small smile. He had never seen Ayato so smitten.

Ayato always paid attention to your needs. He discovered your love for flowers and often surprised you with bouquets of your favorite blooms. One day, he presented you with a bouquet of sunflowers, your absolute favorite. "Just like you, (Y/n)," he said with a genuine smile. "Always brightening up my day and making everything more beautiful."

You blushed, feeling touched by Ayato's sweet gesture. You couldn't help but see the sincere affection in his eyes, and you found yourself falling for him more and more with each passing day. As the weeks passed, Ayato and you grew closer, building a deep bond of love and trust. Your innocent and pure-hearted nature complemented Ayato's wit and charm, and together, you made a perfect match. Thoma, who had been initially wary of Ayato's teasing, came to accept and even appreciate the genuine affection and happiness that you brought to his Lord's life.

One day, Ayato surprised you with a visit to your family's estate. You hadn't been able to visit them for a while due to your responsibilities as the lady of the Kamisato clan, but you kept in touch with them through letters. You were overjoyed to see Ayato at your family's home, and he was warmly welcomed by your parents and brother. During the visit, Ayato showed his genuine interest in getting to know your family. He listened attentively to your father's stories and engaged in lively discussions with your mother about various topics. He even played traditional games with your brother, and it warmed your heart to see how well he got along with your family.

As you were preparing to leave, you noticed that your brother seemed a bit down. Ayato, ever observant, noticed it too and asked him if everything was alright. Your brother, who had always been like a best friend to you, confided in Ayato that he was sad to see you go. He missed you a lot and wished you could stay longer. Ayato, with his caring and empathetic nature, immediately came up with an idea.

"Well, (Y/n) did mention that she wanted to spend more time with her family," Ayato said, looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes. "How about Thoma and I head back to the Kamisato estate, and you stay here with your family for a few more days?"

Your heart swelled with affection for Ayato as you realized how much he cared about you and your happiness. You exchanged grateful glances with your brother, and he couldn't help but smile.

"You would do that for me, Ayato?" you asked, touched by his thoughtfulness.

"Of course, my dear," Ayato said with a warm smile. "Your happiness is my priority."

Your heart melted at Ayato's selfless gesture, and you were overwhelmed with gratitude and love for him. He truly was a remarkable man, and you felt incredibly fortunate to have him as your husband.

Over the next few days, you enjoyed spending quality time with your family, catching up on missed conversations and creating cherished memories. Your brother's spirits lifted, and you could see the happiness in his eyes as he spent time with you. You were grateful to Ayato for understanding the importance of family and for giving you the opportunity to spend more time with them.

During your stay, your attendants, who were naturally curious, would often ask you personal questions related to your intimacy with Ayato. However, being quite naive about such matters, you didn't have much to offer in terms of gossip. You blushed at their inquiries, not knowing how to respond, but they just giggled and assured you that it was nothing to be embarrassed about.

One day, one of your attendants noticed your innocent curiosity and decided to introduce you to a series of romance light novels. She thought it would be a fun way for you to learn more about intimate relationships and help you understand some of the jokes and references that went over your head when Ayato teased you. You took the books with curiosity, and as you started reading them, you found yourself blushing and giggling at the intimate details and scenarios portrayed in the stories. Your imagination sparked, and you couldn't help but envision yourself and Ayato in similar situations. Your heart raced as you realized the depth of your feelings for him and how much you longed for a deeper connection with him.

As you read the novels in the privacy of your room at night, you found yourself daydreaming about Ayato, imagining romantic moments and intimate exchanges between the two of you. Your cheeks flushed with warmth, and your heart swelled with desire. You couldn't wait to be reunited with Ayato and share these newfound emotions with him, but you also felt a bit shy and unsure about expressing your feelings.

As you sat in your room, lost in the world of romance novels, a knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. You looked up to see one of Ayato's retainers, breathless and urgent.

"My lady, I must speak with you," he said, his voice filled with urgency.

You put down your book and stood up, your curiosity piqued. "Of course, come in."

"Milady," he gasped, "I must speak with you urgently. It's about Lord Ayato."

Your heart clenched with worry. "What happened to Ayato?" you asked, your voice trembling.

"He's fallen ill, milady," the retainer said, his voice urgent. "He has a high fever, and the healers are attending to him. He's been asking for you since he fell sick."

Panic seized you, and without wasting another moment, you told your attendants to pack your things and bring them to the Kamisato estate later. Right now, your priority was Ayato. You followed the retainer to the Kamisato estate, your mind racing with worry and fear for your husband.

When you arrived at the estate, you rushed to your shared room, where you found Ayato lying on a futon, pale and with dark circles under his eyes. Several healers were attending to him, but he smiled weakly when he saw you.

"(Y/n), my dear," he murmured, his voice hoarse with fever. "I'm glad you're here."

Your heart ached at the sight of him in such a weak state. You quickly approached him, reaching out to touch his forehead, which was burning with fever.

"Ayato, what happened?" you asked, your voice filled with concern.

“He’s been overworking himself over the past few days.” Thoma sighed.

“It’s just a fever.” Ayato chuckles. “I’ll be fine.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you heard Ayato's words. "Ayato, you should have told me,”You said softly, brushing a gentle hand against his cheek. "I would have been more than happy to share your burdens. Your health is more important to me than anything else."

Thoma, who was standing nearby, spoke up with a stern expression. "And you better listen to her from now on, My lord," he scolded, his voice filled with concern. "You can't keep pushing yourself like this."

Ayato nodded weakly, his eyes never leaving yours. "I promise, my love," he said softly. "I'll take better care of myself from now on."

You leaned in closer to Ayato, your heart filled with love and worry. "You better," you said, your voice choked with emotion. "I can't bear to see you like this."

Ayato reached out and grasped your hand, giving it a weak squeeze. "I'm sorry for worrying you, (Y/n)," he said, his eyes filled with remorse. "But seeing you here by my side makes me feel better already."

You leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to Ayato's forehead, ignoring the tears that streamed down your face. "I'm just glad you're going to be okay," you whispered, your voice filled with relief.

Ayato's eyes widened in surprise as you pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead. It was unusual for you to initiate any physical contact with him, and he couldn't help but chuckle weakly despite his feverish state.

"Well, well," he teased, his voice still hoarse. "If I had known that getting sick would finally make you kiss me, I would have fallen sick more often."

You blushed at his playful comment, but couldn't help but smile through your tears. "Don't you dare think about falling sick on purpose, Ayato," you scolded gently, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'm just glad you're going to be okay."

Ayato's gaze softened as he looked at you, his hand still holding yours tightly. "I'm sorry for teasing you, my love," he said sincerely. "But I have to admit, I missed your touch."

You couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions at his words - relief that he was feeling better, love for this man who had captured your heart, and a touch of frustration that he had kept his burdens to himself for so long.

"You know you can always rely on me, Ayato," you said softly, brushing a thumb against the back of his hand. "I'm here for you, always."

As Ayato looked into your eyes, his gaze filled with longing and desire. He couldn't resist the pull he felt towards you, and without thinking, he reached out and grabbed the collar of your kimono, pulling you towards him in a sudden and passionate kiss. His lips were warm and soft against yours, and you felt a jolt of electricity shoot through your body as your lips met. It was a kiss filled with urgency and need, as if Ayato was pouring all of his emotions into that one moment. You responded eagerly, parting your lips to deepen the kiss, your hands finding their way to his chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart. Ayato's tongue gently brushed against your lips, seeking entrance, and you willingly granted it, deepening the kiss even further. His tongue danced with yours in a sensual and fiery exchange, leaving you breathless and dizzy with desire. Your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and you felt his hand on the small of your back, pulling you even closer to him. Time seemed to stand still as you lost yourself in the heat of the moment. This was your first kiss ever, and it surpassed all the fictional kisses you had read about in your romance novels. It was filled with Ayato's raw passion and longing for you, and you couldn't help but reciprocate with equal fervor. Eventually, Ayato pulled back, his lips leaving yours with a soft parting kiss. He looked at you with a teasing glint in his eyes, noticing the blush that had spread across your face.

"Well, well," he said, his voice husky with desire. "Looks like I've managed to make you blush, (Y/n). You're even more beautiful when you're flustered."

You couldn't help but chuckle, feeling a mix of embarrassment and amusement. "You're insufferable, Ayato," you said, playfully swatting his chest.

“Ahem,” Thoma cleared his throat. “My lord, maybe next time it would be better if you considered the company you’re around.” He looked pointedly at the flustered healers.

Ayato chuckled and released his grip on your kimono, taking a step back from you, though his eyes never left yours. "Apologies, Thoma," he said with a mischievous grin. "I got carried away in the moment." He then turned to the healers, who were blushing and averting their eyes, and bowed respectfully. "I apologize for my behavior. Thank you for taking care of me."

The healers nodded, still blushing, and quickly excused themselves, leaving the room. Thoma raised an eyebrow at Ayato, but there was a twinkle in his eye. "I've never seen you act so impulsive, my lord," he said, his tone teasing.

Ayato smirked, looking uncharacteristically sheepish. "I suppose I couldn't help myself," he said, glancing at you with a soft expression. "But I promise to be more mindful of our surroundings in the future."

You couldn't help but smile at Ayato's words, your heart swelling with affection for him. "It's alright, Ayato," you said, reaching out to take his hand. "I didn't mind."

“Who are you? And what have you done with my sweet, innocent, wife?” He smiles.

Thoma cleared his throat again, trying to hide a smile behind his hand. "Well, I should give you two some privacy," he said, stepping towards the door.

Ayato nodded, his attention still focused on you. "Thank you, Thoma," he said, his voice sincere.

Thoma grinned and winked at the man before leaving the room, leaving you and Ayato alone. You turned to Ayato, feeling a mix of emotions - relief that he was recovering, excitement from the unexpected kiss, and a deepening affection for this complex man who had captured your heart.

Ayato brushed a thumb against your cheek, his gaze soft and tender. "I meant what I said earlier," he whispered. "I missed your touch, (Y/n). I promise to be more open with you from now on."

Touched by his words, you leaned into his touch, savoring the warmth and intimacy between you. "I appreciate that, Ayato," you said softly. "I'm here for you, always."

Ayato smiled, his eyes filled with emotion. "I know," he said, his voice husky. "And I'm grateful for that." He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, this time more tender and lingering. It was a silent promise of his love and devotion to you, and you melted into the kiss, feeling your heart swell with happiness. In that moment, you knew that despite the challenges and obstacles ahead, you and Ayato would face them together, hand in hand, with a love that was stronger than anything else.

[kalliyen]

GIRL THIS HAS ME GIGGLING AND KICKING MY FEET AND SHIII DAMNNN

[machiten]

thats my seat!

academic rival scaramouche x gn!reader headcanons

warnings: scaramouche(bro is a whole warning), foul language(it's scaramouche we're talking about here so), reader is mentioned to have bad eyesight, fights, angst, academic validation, bad parenting

barely proofread lmao im tired, it's 3:15 am and im starving. there will be a chapter 2 ofc i just wanted to post something goddamn my blog has been empty for so long (4 days) didn't have a way to keep track of the word count but it's kinda long. anyways hope u enjoy!!

oh god

when i say rival, i mean full on brawls on the school hallway

so let's say you've been top of your school since day one. your name has always been at the top of the score board every exam, always class representative, and well known as a smart kid ever since you steped on school premises.

you work hard to keep your grades up, your parents pay enough attention to your succesful brother and none for you

having a successful brother plants high expectations on you. i mean, he did very well, so why cant you? you both have the same blood running through your veins. your parent's praise, that is all you've ever wanted. and yet you're not even informed if there's a family outing, leaving you in your house alone

it has been like that for years

not until one day, you enter into the classroom and someone else is sitting in your chair. someone unfamiliar is sitting on your chair.

"hey, excuse me. i sit there." you pointed at what is supposed to be, your chair. "what, i dont see any names on it." Ok, what. when you finally look up to the culprit, my goodness. Fierce purple eyes that looks like it holds the entire universe, his skin as fair as a maiden, lips plum as a springs fruit, a beauty mark at the underside of his right eye, and his hair a unique color of indigo that is cut in a weird jellyfish-ish hairstyle. while yes, he looks ethereal, not gonna lie (if he had longer hair you might've mistaken him as a girl) his personality certainly does not match his elegance. an annoyed look currently adorned his face, as if you disturbed his peace.

"done checking me out? i know im hot, i get that look everyday so dont ever think you're special." and now it changed into a cocky smirk. the nerve! not only is he sitting on someone else's chair but it seems like his head is getting bigger too. "well excuse me, i havent seen your around school until today so im guessing that you're the transfer student our teacher talked about last week. but do you mind finding a new spot, i sit there." you glared at him.

"no i like it here. here's a better idea, why don't you find a new spot. im the new student here, show some courtesy."

"no- what, go away thats my seat!"

"alright everyone, settle down- oh, i see that the new student is here already," the teacher finally came in the classroom, cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand. Everyone sat down on their seats while you are still standing up waiting for this person to look for another seat. Lmao guess what, he didnt move.

"(name), c'mon sit down. i know getting a new friend is exiting but we have to greet the new student properly. now go find your seat."

"wait but sir--"

"sit down, (name)"

"yeah that's right (name), sit down" a voice beside you spoke. you looked over to the new student adorning a triumphant grin at your loss. and so you are now forced to sit at the back, barely seeing what's in front because of your poor eyesight, and wearing a vengeful spirit.

epic first meeting

the seats in the back are okay, its breezy and you now sit next to xiao (his music taste is so good) but yeah, you cant really see the board clearly so you get notes from mona at the front

at first, it was a one sided rivalry. how hated how rude and bratty he was and at that time, he didnt seem too care (like he get those everyday). but then he started fighting back and oh boy he hasn't had this much fun in years!

the way you retort back to his harsh words is so amusing to him. usually, no one would dare talk to him in a degrading manner but then you came into his life, claiming that he's sitting on your chair, and it was never the same ever again.

now, he looks forward to everyday. he rises up earlier so that he can sit at your chair first, he keeps looking at the classroom door everytime someone enters (in case it's you so that he can give that shit eating grin), he loves how your face gets messed up when he wins an argument, he loves how small your hands are compared to his when you have a brawl in the hallways, and most of all, he loves it when you give him the shit eating grin when you win something (he says he let's you win sometimes because he pitied you, but is it really?)

to him, this is fun, amusing, entertaining. but to you? you've never felt this much hate in a human being, ever.

scaramouche is smart as fuck and he demonstrated that loud and clear

he aced the math test that the teacher gave that wasn't even taught to him

in presentations, he speaks loud and clear and you can really understand the point he's making

he doesn't really like group works (you noticed) but if he was put in a group, he does most of the job flawlessly

sports? oh of course. he's really good at baseball (pitcher). he's also good at other sports but not as good as baseball

oh and pray that you don't get him as your opponent in debates, you will be grilled like a brisket

did i mention he sleeps in like 70% of his classes? it's not like the teachers can do anything about it. he excels in everything, at least let him sleep as a gift

the only times he would be awake is when he pulls on your strings

but of course, you're also good in all of these, that's why you both are rivals

you fight almost everyday for the top spot (and for your original seat) to the point where its a daily routine to everyone else to see you both pinching and arguing in the classroom

He doesn't have any close friends (ahem childeahem) and it's either bc ppl are intimidated by him or he just doesnt give a fuck about friends

maintaining grades is one thing, winning against him is another

you are very intellegent, yes, but you work very hard for your grades every night. losing sleep studying for upcoming quizes and making sure your projects are perfect. unlike him who doesnt even try

you havent seen him study once

and it makes you see yourself lower. you're both equally in par with your grades but thats when he doesn't even try. what happens when he takes everything seriously? what if he studies as hard as you do? where will you stand then?

but when you got 2nd place for the 3rd time this year, he took it too far

"what the hell?! this is the third time!" you looked at the results in the bulletin board expecting to see your name in first place. you studied hard, right? so then why,,,

"oh oops, looks like i did a little too well again this time. aw and i didn't even answer some of the questions because i felt bad for beating you the last two times." a snicker is heard behind you and sure enough, piercing indigo eyes is looking at yours in pure pity. "thanks i guess. are you happy now? that's three times in a row!" aether beside you is now having a deadpan expression, expecting the worst. 'alright here we go again'.

"oh yes very, you know what makes me even happier? your declaration that you're inferior to me. why do you even try anyways, it's clear to everyone that im better. you're just wasting your time burying your head in your books and notes when we both already know who's coming at the top. imagine not meeting your parent's expectations." he's now looking down on you, beating you up with words that you know damn well are true. but that doesn't mean you're not gonna fight back.

"what."

"oh you know, maybe if you tried harder, the cost of your education might be worth it for your parents. honestly, if i we're them id--"

before he could finish his sentence, a loud echoing smack is heard all across the hallway, making everyone's attention turn to the commotion. scaramouche head is now turned the other way, his cheeks beginning to flare from the hit as he glared at the culprit, you. "you motherfucking bitc-!" you tackled him and due to surprise, he fell back. aether is now alert, shouting your name trying to get you to your senses.

you gripped scramouche's collar, rasing his head from the floor and slamming it back down. "you're an asshole, you know that?! i try my best everyday and this is what i get?!!" he fights back, hand on your arm that's trying to get a hold of his hair and another on your neck, holding back your weight.

"you don't know what it's like!! you will never know what it's like being compared to your brother everytime they get a chance!! you dont know what it's like going home to nothing but words of disappointment when you did everything you can to get their approval!! you will never know what it's like for your efforts to go to waste!! you will never know the feeling of being kicked out of your own home and live in a run down apartment!! i work day and night, i lose sleep everyday, i barely have anything for myself to live, and now i have to deal with your ass every single day too?!!"

"(name)! calm down, hey-!"

"fuck off aether!"

every word you spat pricked scaramouche's heart and made him struggle from your assaults. this isn't fun anymore. he knew a bit of your situation, kazuha told him. but he never knew it was this bad. all he knew is about your parent's expectations. he didn't even attempt to fight back this time and just defends himself from your blows. 'shit, i took it too far.'

"you dont have to remind me of my incompetence! i already know, i know damn well i will never be enough!! you're right, why do i even try, right?! you're so fucking annoying, doing everything so effortlessly, like school is a nuisance!! can't i take a fucking break?!!" at this point, you cannot control your tears from falling into his cheeks, rolling down his porcelain skin.

"what are you--?!"

"why can't i be a genius like you?! why dont i have everything that you have?!! i did everything i can, what am i doing wrong?!" you are now saying intangible words that no one can decipher because of the mess of emotions you are feeling at that moment. you're about to deliver another blow when someone held you back.

"(name)! you're doing too much! thats enough!!" goddamn she is stronger than i thought, scaramouche deals with this everyday?? aether pulled you away from the tangled mess that you and scaramouche managed to create. you're struggling his hold but after a bit, you slumped down having no more strength to keep going, sobbing quietly. "...(name)?" aether said.

"...i am so tired of everything, why do i even keep trying. i.. i just want to make my parents proud..." sniffles could be heard from where you are being held my aether's arms. aether supported you from the groud and led you away from the scene and the prying eyes of other students. before you both can disappear completely, aether turned around and gave scaramouche a threatening glare. "i know you both bicker a lot but you took it too far. you are an asshole and you better change that attitude of yours or i will send you home even worse than your condition right now." and you both are gone.

scaramouche is still sitting on the floor, his arm supporting his weight, bruises are forming in his skin while he's craddling his cheek that is now very noticeably red and flaring from the slap you served him earlier. he doesn't know how to act, really. should he apologize? should he just walk away and like nothing happened? should he report you for physical abuse? he didn't know anything.

what he does know though is that he fucked up, big time. he knows that you'll never want to see his face ever again, he knows that nothing will be the same again, and he knows thag the feelings he has will never be reciprocated, after what he's done.

he actually just found out recently, when someone from the other class was making fun of you and he didn't like it one bit, he's the only one allowed to make fun of you, everyone back off. scaramouche can see the crowd dissipating, no longer interested since the main action is gone. he sat there on the floor the whole time, rethinking his life choices, wondering if he said things differently instead of those. would he be seeing you tomorrow? will you still argue with him about nonsensical bullshit? can he still hold your hand whenever you pinch him?

he heard footsteps and before he can look up, someone had smacked him in the head.

"what the fuck-!!"

"i want to say 'are you okay', but to be honest you kinda deserved that." a mop of ginger can bee seen hanging from someone's head.

"fuck off childe, and why did you smack me?!"

"because you deserve it. but y'know, it's nice having front row seats seeing you ruin your life because of that toungue of yours. aether's right you're an ass." he helped scaramouche from the floor, dusting his uniform from the filth. "ill take you to the infirmary." scaramouche can only nod, feeling lethargic after all that energy spent.

he hopes to see you the next day, acting like nothing ever happened.

part 2

[kalliyen]

girl i am actually in shock like this is so good oh my god please marry me

[kalliyen]

Streamer Luck 🍀

Pairing: Wanderer x GN!Reader

Featuring: Wanderer (Genshin Impact)

Genre: Fluff, Modern AU

Summary: Streamer Wander drabbles lmao enjoy <33

Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them

Warning: wanderer (just brace yourself) bro is actually astronomically down bad, sorry id there’s any spelling or grammar mistakes i am delirious rn

Disclaimer: ⚠️ ONLY A WORK OF FICTION!

i. ‘wym you’re not single and rotting in a basement?’

Wanderer has been playing for hours on end, you could barely keep up with it.

He hasn’t come out of his room for hours and you were starting to get worried about his appetite, and his emotional well being.

Because you were such a good and doting partner, you decided to make Wanderer’s fave dish, and deliver it to his room.

Knocking on his door, he lets out a brief hum, signaling that it was good to come in. Careful not to get to close to the camera, not wanting to reveal yourself to his audience just yet.

Chat noticed the presence of another person in the room, and immediately bombarding Wanderer with questions like “who tf is that???” and “where did they spawn from???”

“Darling you’ve been streaming for 6 hours, take a break and eat first okay? Just call me when you need anything else.” You state, trying to resist giving him a peck on the lips.

Your boyfriend pauses his game, looks at you, then chat, and decides to pull your waist to his level to give you not one peck, but multiple.

Taken aback but not at all surprised from your boyfriend’s sudden show of affection, you lean into the kiss, missing the feel of his lips on yours.

Chat absolutely EXPLODES when they saw that, but Wanderer did not give two shits, and decided to kiss your hand, while deeply looking into your eyes

“Thanks Honey, I’ll take a break and eat this, thank you so much for looking out for me :)”

“No problem darl, just come out when I call you for dinner okay?” “Yes honey” And with that you leave the room, leaving Wanderer with him and his chat

He scans the messages, multiple times he sees “SO DOWN BAD LMAOO” and “did u kidnap them or something to take are of you”

A little irked at chat, he angrily replies “No I am NOT down bad (he is) and NO I did not kidnap them. They’re my partner. Why is that so hard to believe?”

ii. honey face reveal when?

Ever since you’ve made your existence known to Wanderer’s fan base they’ve been calling you Honey, mostly mocking him about the nickname he has for you. (they do find it cute tho fr)

They tell him to bring you into the stream more, saying that they missed your voice and your sweet personality, honestly they don’t give a fuck about him no more they just wanna see you

Wanderer gets annoyed (again, this man is always mad at his chat somehow), and says that he can’t force you to show yourself to them, which his chat respects.

“Also their sweetness and cuteness is for me only, not my fault that you guys are lonely and don’t have a partner. Imagine that, what a massive L” he says to his chat, and they start arguing with him again. (someone save his fan base)

iii. HONEY REVEALLL !!!!!

Seeing that your boyfriend’s fans really liked you, you decided to tell Wanderer that you’re finally comfortable with sharing your face to the internet, which he was really happy with. Because god he really wanted to show of the love of his life to the world, and smash it in their faces that only he could have you.

You suggest to him that you do a cute little baking stream together as your face reveal, and he couldn’t deny the adorable smile on your face while suggesting it to him, so of course he obliged.

While he was setting up the cameras and you were setting up the ingredients you felt really nervous, thoughts of ‘what if they don’t like me?’ plagued your mind, and Wanderer sensed your uneasy demeanor. He came up to you and gave you a kiss that meant ‘don’t be nervous honey, i’ll always be here for you.’

He turns the stream on and immediately people start to come in, surprised at the change of scenery.

‘Wanderer doesn’t live in his basement confirmed?!?!’ a TTS message read, and he gave the camera a glare

Chat immediately noticed you and started chanting “HONEY!” “OH MY GOD ITS HONEY FINALLY”

You gave a meek wave to the camera, still a bit nervous, but with Wanderer’s hand on your waist you knew you had nothing to worry about.

“Hello everyone,,,,I’m y/n, you probably know me as ‘honey’ and i’m…..wanderer’s partner” you say with small smile on your face, eyes turning into small slits

In conclusion, the stream was a success and chat was absolutely smitten with you.

bonus: iv. Honey takes over the channel 😱

Now that you’ve gotten more comfortable showing yourself on stream, you sometimes played games with Wanderer too, like co-op in this game called Genshin or other games that allowed two person players.

Sometimes, you even started streams yourself whenever you wanted to share something to his audience, or get advice from them when you start a new game.

Wanderer of course sees these streams and he just has the lovey dovey-est smile in the world, you swear you saw his eyes turn into hearts.

Damn, his streamer luck is insane.

[kalliyen]

3,100 NOTES YALL ARE INSANEEEEEE THANK YOU SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭🙏🙏🙏🙏

[ni-kimura]

hbghbghn just imagining proposing to Scaramouche (not marrying, like - boyfriend) and hes shocked because he planned to propose to you and so he pulls you up by your shoulders and you're scared because maybe he is going to reject you but then he dramatically gets on his knees like you did and asks you out and just to match energy you get on your knees too so you're both on your knees asking each other out

[neruro-deactivated20240603]

beyond the stars, my love for you

✧˚ · . usually the wanderer disliked sickening sweet tastes, but the sweetness of your relationship with him was one exception.

- characters: wanderer x reader

– notes: fluff, established relationship

Partner, lover, significant other... Those were all terms that would define your relationship to the Wanderer. You adored him, and though he may deny it all he wanted to, even the Dendro Archon herself could tell he felt the same way.

The emotion hidden in his eyes whenever he looked at you was almost overwhelming. The way he softened up after a while of holding him, the way he blushed when you complimented his cooking— archons you were entranced. You were incredibly proud of him. You were proud of him for coming to terms with himself, no longer the angry, vengeful puppet he was before. Your patience has paid off, and you couldn't help but smile whenever you thought of that. (And you couldn't help being the subject to his relentless teasing too, of course.)

He saw you the same way you saw him, if not more. You were his treasured warmth. He often thought that the 'perfect, sunshine personified' traveller couldn't even dream to be able to replicate your warming touches. The traveller may be the sun, but you were everything beyond the skies of Teyvat. The wonderful, majestic unknown that lay out of everyone's reach. You were to be admired, much grander than the sun if anyone took the time to truly understand you.

Though of course, he couldn't say that to your face. No matter how many times you looked at him with those stupid, pretty eyes. But he prayed you understood the message laying behind his half-baked insults and subtle touches towards you. Perhaps he would say it all one day. If you asked him really nicely and made enough of those pretty, pleading expressions, maybe he would cave...

At times you would catch him glancing at couples on the streets, holding hands, feeding each other chocolate (he would visibly cringe at that), hugging, kissing, and couple things he claimed to not understand.

"You're staring," You told him at one instance.

"I am not."

"Are you interested in those types of things, perhaps?" You said lightly. "I would be happy to indulge."

"In your dreams. I don't need to partake in whatever those fools are so insistent on doing." He scoffed, though his eyes told a different story.

You let out a sigh. You weren't going to read any more between the lines of his words to find what he truly desires. If he wanted something, he had to learn to ask for it. Not everyone would be as patient as you were.

His hesitancy didn't bother you, of course. You went along with your Wanderer's pace. However long it took for him to initiate such touches, you would wait patiently for him to be comfortable with them. For now, you were quite satisfied with skin grazing against each other and spending hours in each other's company.

Slowly, so slowly you could barely notice it, he began to get bolder. At night he would hold your hand when he believed you had drifted asleep, his thumb running over the back of it. His hand wasn't warm, something you expected considering his origins. But it was gentle, touches light and feathery.

Unfortunately, he would always deny it in the morning. As to be expected.

"What? Me? Holding your hand? Of course not, you must've been dreaming." He would say, hiding his expression by tipping that hat of his.

Though it was impossible for him to continue denying it as he got more comfortable with human intimacy– hugs, his fingers intertwining with yours, lending you his hat if the conditions called for it, and only responding to your observations with a flustered 'hmph.'

Even if you couldn't feel any warmth from his body, the fact that he initiated close contact with you proved he cared for you enough to trust you. You'd like to think that all his gestures were all the 'I love you' he would never say aloud. It was just a guess on your part, but if you asked him, he would (begrudgingly, of course) confirm it was exactly that.

He wished you understood that everything he did to show his affection to you, no matter how small it was, was a word of thanks for giving him hope again. A declaration of adoration for you and every little thing you did. And maybe, in a deep part of his mind, the smallest plead for you to stay by his side until life disallowed it.

Ah, scratch that. Even if death threatened to tear you apart, he would attempt to fight fate itself. Just to see you again.

It would be so nice to live in a perfect world where all betrayals and pain never existed, where he could take back every half-baked insult towards you and replace it with everything that went on in his head. But he was no good with words, and he wasn't going to drop his pride at the tip of a hat.

Only for you, he could lower it just a little though.

It was another one of those peaceful evenings. Right after you helped him finish the errands Lesser Lord Kusanali had him complete, sitting against a tree and watching the sunset. For quite a long time, no words were spoken between you two. Why would there be, when you both understood everything that the other felt?

His gaze travelled to your form for a moment. There was something he hadn't tried yet that he really was curious about. Speaking of which... Your lips did look quite soft...

Ahem!

"My Wanderer, do you need anything?" You caught him in the act, a playful smile now forming on your face. A small bubbling feeling of anticipation formed in your stomach, he wanted to say something, you were sure. Ah, would he finally learn his lesson and put his feelings in words?

"I–" He started before scoffing, a force of habit to hide his embarrassment. He proceeded to try to the get words out, still (trying) keeping his signature snark. "Those... Idiotic humans who spread their affection all over the place... I was wondering where the appeal could possibly be in that."

"Go on," You responded.

"You said you would indulge if I asked... So to satiate your desires, we might as well."

"My desires, you say?" You laughed softly. "Very well, then. What did you have in mind?"

He paused, subtly moving close to you on the ground below a fruit tree. Your hand grazed his, and his violet eyes met your own. You were usually confident enough to guide him in anything regarding your relationship, but your senses were immediately filled and your head was spinning, just slightly. The smell of the cafe you were both just at for dinner, his cool hand coming to gently hold the back of your neck, the bubbling feeling of anticipation becoming butterflies flying about, you leaned in.

The Wanderer couldn't help but notice the pink on your cheeks, the smell of fruits, of the forest you both had to explore to finish commissions, the warmth of your body, the only sounds aside from the ones of nature being your quiet breathing– he swore, if his creator remembered to give him a heart, it would be beating faster than he would like to admit. So he met you halfway.

The kiss was soft, as if afraid to break the other. All of your unsaid feelings being expressed in such a simple gesture like this was addicting to both of you. You felt the Wanderer's arm wrap around your waist, desperate, almost.

'If my mother desired eternity so much,' the Wanderer thought through his hazy mind, pulling you closer, closer still. 'then surely she can let this moment last forever.'