Hi!! just wanna ask. How have you been? It's been 2 years since you last updated so I'm curious if you'll still continue doing blogs?
I wish I could confidently say "yes" but I don't know.
Right now I'm trying to focus on vtubing and art. That combined with rl responsibilities leaves little to none time for writing. There's hope though, as I'm yearning for cute little stories and all those ai chatbots cannot give me that.
If I get back to writing, it will probably be for my ocs, maybe something for less-popular (compared to Hoyo games that unfortunately I'm no longer playing) fandoms (Hades, LoL) that I'm now into.
Thank you for remembering me. Truth be told, sparsely getting interactions or asks always made me think my silly fanfics weren't that good. But seeing that there's even one person that remembers me after 2 years makes me very happy.
⢠The things you had to do as a law student⌠for sure you didnât expect to descend into the infamous Night Raven College to argue with one of their dorm leaders.
⢠Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x reader (gender-neutral) (not MC)
⢠Genre: fluff
⢠Word Count: 4.6k
⢠Warnings: none
⢠Note: aka Lazu using her dubious law knowledge for fun
It seemed like a law student never had vacations.
Sure, for some being able to go through the historical halls of Night Raven College would be better than a visit to any tropical country or rest in the best hotels. You would probably enjoy it too, if it werenât for the stressed student leading you through the never-ending corridors, the silly anemone on his head the only colour in the gloomy school. His glances towards you were like spells you could never dream of using - sharing that stress of his with you. But despite that, you gave him a smile every time he looks back; the lawyer should always be levelheaded.
âSo⌠Casey. What does he look like?â The meaningless question was better than the tension created by the silence between you two - the jazz music from the cafe was annoying buzzing rather than a kind distraction.Â
âWhite hair, in a stupid suit like all Octavinelle students, youâll recognise him by a shit-eating grin.â
âHm~ You described him so nicer just a few days ago.âÂ
âBecause I didnât know he was a scammer then!â When a few clients and workers - either wearing distinctive hats or anemones - shot him a glance he got timid, and added in a whisper: âI just now see the red flags, okay? Just, donât trust his looks.âÂ
@devintrinidadââ you gave me so much serotonin you have no idea! You noticed all the little things, Jadeâs intimidation, Azulâs flirting to get reader's guard down and just donât look what theyâre signing aaaaaaaaaaÂ
I agree that revealing heâs a merman could be a bit ooc, but I went with the fact thatÂ
a) reader is an outsider and he might not see them as much of a threat as people in NRC? maybe?
b) at least few peole knew heâs a merman (Leona calling him octopunk etc.)Â
c) most importantly!! I also thought that he might be too stunned to think when he got so much praise so suddenly for something everyone shames him! Thatâs why he admitted that! Smitted, flustered azul wasnât thinking! It was the biggest reason and I just thought the dialogue would be funny lol
Reader: youâre as smart as octopus, thatâs why the nickname, right?
Azul: ...I am octopus???
Reader: what
Azul: whatÂ
Tbh the ending was abrupt because I was too tired with the fic and my exams are coming up lol I also thought that maybe I can write continuation if people like the idea/this reader
Anyway!! Thank you for those beautiful tags! Youâre a blessing for writers, never change and have a wonderful day too!!
⢠The things you had to do as a law student... for sure you didnât expect to descend into the infamous Night Raven College to argue with one of their dorm leaders.
⢠Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x reader (gender-neutral) (not MC)
⢠Genre: fluff
⢠Word Count: 4.6k
⢠Warnings: none
⢠Note: aka Lazu using her dubious law knowledge for fun
It seemed like a law student never had vacations.
Sure, for some being able to go through the historical halls of Night Raven College would be better than a visit to any tropical country or rest in the best hotels. You would probably enjoy it too, if it werenât for the stressed student leading you through the never-ending corridors, the silly anemone on his head the only colour in the gloomy school. His glances towards you were like spells you could never dream of using - sharing that stress of his with you. But despite that, you gave him a smile every time he looks back; the lawyer should always be levelheaded.
âSo⌠Casey. What does he look like?â The meaningless question was better than the tension created by the silence between you two - the jazz music from the cafe was annoying buzzing rather than a kind distraction.Â
âWhite hair, in a stupid suit like all Octavinelle students, youâll recognise him by a shit-eating grin.â
âHm~ You described him so nicer just a few days ago.âÂ
âBecause I didnât know he was a scammer then!â When a few clients and workers - either wearing distinctive hats or anemones - shot him a glance he got timid, and added in a whisper: âI just now see the red flags, okay? Just, donât trust his looks.âÂ
âEh~? Little fry is late for his shift~!âÂ
The arguing between Casey and a ridiculously tall man dressed loosely in a suit becomes another background noise. The pleading of being innocent and menacing cackling were drawing the attention of others, but people were quick to look away as if looking at the tall student for too long was like a curse. Maybe it was? You wondered, your gaze jumping from one twin to another - the second one a bit less scary looking - you didnât know very well how magic worked after all.
âAnd you have to be our esteemed guest,â This twin, despite face being the same, was way more elegant and with a soothing aura; it was proof of how much a well-kept attire could do. You stealthily take a glance at your clothes, wondering if you were underdressed for the occasion; all of them in suits, maybe Octavinelle being a mafia wasnât a joke. âIâm Jade Leech and thatââ He gestures towards the twin who was dragging your guide towards the kitchen. ââwas my brother Floyd.â
You nodded, giving your name that they probably already knew. The eccentric Headmaster you met a day prior promised to give them all the needed information. âAzul is waiting for you in the VIP room. Shall we?â Before you could do anything more than nod, Jadeâs hand was between your shoulder blades as he guided you between tables. There was nothing to be scared of, at least you tried to make yourself think that. Azul was around your age, and sure, he was in prestige school with the future to be an outstanding mage, but at the end of the day, he was just a student. It wasnât like you will compete with him on the ground of magic and spells, you were almost equal!Â
Those thoughts quickly left your head as the grand VIP room suffocated you with its brilliance, and Azul overwhelmed you with his mere presence. Calm and collected, already sitting on one of the couches, his presence perfect from the tilt of the hat to the shine of his boots. Meanwhile, you can only clutch onto the strap of your bag; hesitating.Â
âAh, Welcome! Iâm Azul Ashengrotto, the dorm leader of Octavinelle, although Iâm certain you already knew that.â Like a true gentleman, he stood up to greet you, the light sparkling delicately in his glasses. You no longer were surprised that so many idiots had fallen for his charm, not when such pretty lips were letting out such a smooth, calming voice.Â
Your looks were a little plain, but Azul was smarter than to judge a book by its cover - there was a reason why Crowley would allow you to visit Night Raven Collegue outside of events. Especially on such short notice, as only yesterday he was informed about the visit. A noble? An esteemed mage? You werenât someone who Azul recognised and it only made him more intrigued; the mystery caused fascination and hopefully many opportunities.
Jade leaves you two for a moment, short enough to only allow you to sit on the opposite sides of the table but long enough for him to return with a steaming hot pot of tea. As the butler-like student - you wondered if it was in his nature or was it a role he took in this bizarre place - was pouring it into the cups, Azul spoke up:
âI donât usually grant wishes for outsiders, but since our kind Headmaster allowed itââ
âOh, Iâm not here for your deals.â You open the laptop on your lap, the white pages of the documents illuminating your face even so slightly. âIâm here to represent my cousin - Casey, first-year student of Heartslabyul, and prove that your contract was unfair; null and void.âÂ
The tea pours over the cup.
â...Excuse me?â Jade fumbles with the napkins, correcting his mistake as his intrigued gaze jumps from you to dumbfounded Azul. âIs this some kind of a joke?â
âNo. Mister Crowley didnât tell you?â It was the only reason why the headmaster allowed you to enter - he believed a student could find a similar language with another student. âCasey gave me all the information he could, although I was disappointed to know you didnât give him a copy of the contract. Itâs a bad practice.â Looking for proper articles would be easier with the contract, but you didnât have time to demand a rightful copy; you had to work with what you had. âŚWhich wasnât much.
âThis⌠this is unacceptable,â He said adjusting his glasses, and there was no longer kindness in his expression, the blues eyes glaring at you. âI should have been informed that it will be this kind of meeting.â
âI think itâs fine. Your clients also came unprepared.â
âWe never turned away anyone who came with assistance to understand Azulâs service in a more in-depth manner,â Jade chimed in, standing behind the dorm leader like a shadow, âthe fact that no one ever came with such help is a problem beyond our control.â
As you ignore Jadeâs comment and kept yourself busy with preparing all the information and opening all needed Codes, Azul was sweating. It wasnât visible, just a few pearls hidden by the shade of the fedora, but it was there; reminding him of his own anxiety. Way too many students came to his doors full of teeth and claws but always with more bark than bite - only able to scream and moan about how all of it was unfair. But you came silently, sitting in front of him with the calmness of a true outsider; no matter the results, it wonât truly affect you. other students were just crabs and snails, but you were a wave; unaffected by a tiny octopus.
Azul adjust his glasses again, despite them being perfect like everything in his little sand castle - or so he thought as now it felt like a wave was coming. Creeping, inching slowly but quietly, like a silence before a storm.
âThe fact that youâre both minors should make this contract null from the beginning,â Azul takes a deep breath and counts to four. âUnless Iâm mistaken? Casey said that youâre seventeen.â Five heartbeats before he let out his breath.
âIt is true⌠Although I wouldnât agree with the former statement.â And there he was, with the voice lacking the grand intonations from the beginning but also not as hasty as the moment before. Calm and collected, making you raise an eyebrow even so slightly; was his nickname of octopus coming from how quickly he changes his act like a camouflage? âIt was an agreement that provided him with notes for exams, itâs simply a minor matter of everyday life for a student.â
âArticle twenty of Civil Law Code if I remember correctly.â Jade allowed himself to walk behind you, the coach still separating the two of you, but his face was uncomfortably close as his fingers skimmed over your laptopâs keyboard, quickly finding the needed article. â[A person limited in the capacity for legal action may, without the consent of the statutory representative, conclude contracts belonging to contracts commonly concluded in a minor current matter of everyday life.]â From the corner of your eye, you could see eerily close how his lips bend in a delicate smile.Â
âHowever,â You say, your lips trembling to not form into a scoff; you scroll up to reveal another paragraph, Jadeâs eyes looking with interest. â[When a person incapable of legal acts has entered into an agreement belonging to the agreements commonly concluded in minor matters of everyday life, such an agreement becomes valid upon its implementation, unless it entails gross detriment to the person incapable of legal acts.] Donât you think having him work for till he graduates is a bit excessive? I think itâs grossly big punishment that doesnât suit the crime.âÂ
âPunishment? Crime? I think youâve misunderstood something.â Azul said, spreading his hands with a pained expression; as if your words hurt his very pride. âIt was a fair agreement. The article you cited - article fourteen I believe? Excuse me for being unsure if itâs the first or second paragraph - only works for a person incapable of legal acts. Given that your dear cousin is seventeen he has limited capacity for legal actions. Thus, he was well in his right to agree to this contract and fully aware of what he was agreeing upon.â
âStillâŚâ You mumbled before taking a sip of the tea; it was better than you expected. âTilia tea with raspberries, Iâm delighted youâre enjoying it.â Azul chimed in with a smile that could almost make you forget how scummy he was⌠scummy with a good taste, though. It was impressive and a bit unnerving how quickly he saw the change in your expression, despite how soft it was. The clank of porcelain was the only answer Azul got as you put the cup back down.
âAnyway, I still think your contract is unfair.â Azul raises his eyebrow, both surprised and amused by your fighting spirit; with a nod he encourages you to go on. âFirst of all, letâs make it clear: The first part were you giving study guides in exchange for⌠talents; magic; something like this. Then the idioâ Casey,â Azul chuckles but hides it quickly by coughing into his fist, you donât even notice as you look through the Code. âI guess we can say that him getting high marks thanks to your guide was like a promotion of the itemâŚ" You mumbled the last part more to yourself, but Azul could hear every word. As you go through your notes about the case, Azul couldnât help but stare a little - what a peculiar case you were yourself. You didnât come here with empty arguments - like many others, throwing accusations and trying to âgotchaâ Azul without a second thought - you were actually thinking. Not only selfishly looking from only your perspective but also his, like just now, already saying argument he had on the back of his tongue. Trying so hard to predict his next move⌠Oh, what a shame it was you werenât part of the student body.
 âSince he didnât fulfil his part of the agreement the punishment was being your slaveââ
"No no, they aren't slaves.â Azul said with a chuckle; you didnât find it funny at all. âI would say they're high-class workers on contract work.â
âThey even get employee dinners," Jade commented.
âContract work requires wages but since theyâre working off their debt to you for failing their part of the agreement I wonât even go into thatâŚâ Peculiar and intelligent, how refreshing to talk with someone on his level and avoid unnecessary squabble. âBut still, since itâs Mutual Agreement, tell me, [The debtor is obliged to repair the damage resulting from lack of service or improper service of the obligation,] how my cousin passing with not enough points was damaging and working to the bone in your cafe is repairing those damages?â
âWell, thatâs rather simple. I spent ages creating that guidebook, I also had to sacrifice my time to prepare the contract and make the deal with your cousin. All that time could be used for managing the Monstro Lounge. Since Casey didnât uphold his part of the agreement, he wasted my time.â Those blue eyes of his became a bit sharper, the smile gaining another layer, more cunning and mocking âAnd as you said, his results being unimpressive hurts the reputation of my precious guides. If I canât profit from them, I have to put more work into the cafe. Would you buy a guide if it only guaranteed to pass the exams with mediocre results?â
âIf I was desperate, sure. As far as I know, only this type of people came to you.â It earned a chuckle out of Jade, but his gloved hand wasnât quick enough to cover the sharp teeth peeking out. The predatory feature makes you gulp, wondering if Jade was really needed for the discussion - it was probably fair that he was helping since Azul wasnât informed, but his creepy behaviour was making you uneasy. His two-coloured eyes catch your gaze and your heart became heavy when he smiles even wider; sharp razor teeth. This for sure was intimidation!Â
You still wondered how anyone could fall for such a contract - especially given in such a shady environment and company! Casey praised his âsecret helpâ since the moment he got it, he wouldnât shut up about it every time you messaged each other. At first, you praised him, proud that he was getting serious about exams for once, but after learning in detail about the contract you didnât know if you should strangle him or worse. If Azulâs guide was so good, why would he gamble on Casey getting into the top 50 results? He would have to either believe that Casey wonât use it, was too stupid or knew that despite the guide, getting such high marks was⌠impossible.
âparagraph two of article three hundred eighty-seven⌠[A party that knew about the impossibility of the service at the time of concluding the contract, and did not correct the other party's wrong assumptions, is obliged to repair the damage that the other party suffered because it concluded the contract without knowing about the impossibility of service.]â
âOh my, thatâs quite the accusation.â His chuckle was irritating, and the smugness was written all over, but the corners of his lips didnât reach blue eyes showing his disappointment, his opponent turned out to be nothing more than another whining crab. âItâs harsh to say that the conditions I gave to my clients were impossibleâŚâÂ
âI talked with one of Caseyâs friends,â you attack quickly, âAce, I think? He and his other friends quoted that you had esteemed that with your guide, Ace should get at least 90 points.â
âThatâs relatively a lot for someone afraid he wonât pass at all, no? I think it only proves how useful my guide is.â
âHe got 92 and despite that failed the contract requirements. So you knew that he wonât be able to archive the goal of being in the top 50.â
âI said that we will get at least, so that meansââ
âHow many people had your help? Casey said that there were around two hundred students; thatâs already quite the competition and to that, we have to count other naturally gifted students. The dorm leaders already take seven spots⌠To that we can count the vice dorm leaders, I can bet theyâre as talented as dorm leaders since they got that title, so it would be 14 spots out of 50⌠that leaves 36 spots! And thatâs not counting other smart students without the titles!âÂ
âIndeed, the 30 students on top of the list had perfect marks; five hundred points, among them, were dorm leaders: Riddle Rosehearts, Malleus Draconia, Vil Schoenheit or Azul Ashengrotto.â Jade added and even his dorm leaderâs glare - one screaming Traitor! - couldnât shut him up nor make him stop smiling.
You cross your arms. If those with the guides had around 90 points, getting even on the 50th place was impossible - not even a challenge, it was a dream! Not doable, not achievable no matter how hard one would try.
âDonât you think it counts as impossible?â
âEven ifâŚâ Azul avoids your gaze, but quickly returns - he would rather look at your alluring confidence than the irritating enjoyment of Jade. âThey were aware of the knowledge that dorm leaders have to exhibit. And when it comes to clients, I couldnât simply inform them of others forming the same contract. Details such as who made and what contract they made with me and why it was made; that's all privileged data, a matter of client confidentiality.â He gains back his confidence, yet he adjusts his glasses once again. âIt was written on page 59; details about confidentiality. To put it simply, none of the sides can talk about the details of the contract until itâs finalised. I was simply abiding by the contract for the sake of my clients.â
âSo the contract was faulty,â You tilt your head to the side. âNo? If you tell them, you break the contract and if you donât, you break the law. No matter what you do you canât legally fulfil your obligations.âÂ
Azul exchanged glances with Jade, the blue gaze was alarmed and didnât resemble the amusement in mismatched colours. Then, he looks even worse, pale and almost sick when his companion smiles at him, oh so kindly.Â
âOh my, I see that this conversation might go on for a while longer,â he picks up the cold and half-full cups. âIâll go fetch more tea.âÂ
âJadeâ!â But the door was already closed, leaving the two of you alone. You try to keep yourself busy even though your constant writing was nothing more than nonsense lines of letters. You didnât want to meet Azulâs glare. It was heavy, annoyed - no, mad, and you couldnât blame him for that reaction⌠but also couldnât spare him.Â
âIt would be way easier if we had a judge or somethingâŚâ You mumbled, the clicking of the keyboard filling the room. âUh, the Heartsbyul has a lot of rules, right? I think their dorm leader would be good to resolve this matter fairly, at least Casey said that he is all about fairness and rules.âÂ
It was not a good idea. At all. Making it public that his contracts were nothing but perfect and watertight⌠A cold sweat collected on Azulâs skin. If they learn of it - those fools, idiots that just want to slack and then beg for help - all of them will come back with the same excuse, all of them will think of him as the fool they can screw over. Mockery from Leona, judgment from RiddleâŚÂ
âIâm sure we can come to an agreement.â He said a bit too quickly, and he sees the tower of his sand castle crumbling under the water as you smile at him first time since you came here. It was sickly sweet; pretty. âI cannot release all of my debtors from the contracts due to that, but I canââ
âNah, I donât care about that.â You cut him off, shrugging. âI just want my cousin out of this.â You werenât working pro bono, which came as a surprise, although it shouldnât. He got so used to everyone in this school having an ulterior motive, a second face that he foolishly thought that outsiders might not be like that - your similarity to him was more prominent than Azul expected, or perhaps selfishness was simply a trait of all land and sea dwellers.
âThen⌠I release Casey from under the contract and in exchange,â he disregards your scoff with deliberate ignorance, âI would like consultations with you.â You noted already that Azul smiles a lot, no matter if the cards were in his favour or not - whenever he had to fake a good hand or really had it. It was fascinating how such a young man was able to control himself so skillfully, that his words were so soft; innocent; like gentle music but you heard a screech on the melody.Â
âWhat exactly do you mean by that?â And to your surprise, the scummy businessman doesnât seem annoyed.Â
âI want you to look through my next contracts; find any oversights.â A rather easy request, no?
âOnly once a week, and I donât want to rewrite or fix them, just point them out. And Iâll do it with the duty of care expected from a mere student.â Seemingly, yes, but there was so much more. Pointing out that you were a mere student was important â that way Azul couldnât expect from you the knowledge and skills matching those of a lawyer. Range of your duties, how often and for how long⌠From the way he was so tight-lipped with those informations, you could guess other students didnât ask for them, probably. Were all of them all stupid as Casey?
âHah~ Once a week is for sure a reasonable request, given how busy we are as students.â The light reflects beautifully in Azulâs glasses as he gets up, like a playful wink that would match the self-satisfied smirk; it makes you feel as if you didnât have the upper hand. The metallic groan of the safe, the clacking of perfectly polished shoes and the view of the white-as-snow glove that contrasted strongly with the golden contract. It all was like a movie experience, way too pristine and perfect, even Azulâs lulling voice:
âHere is Caseyâs contract. It will become null the moment we sign ours.â He lays the contract on his desk; enough to be in your view but far away for him to feel safe. âIâll admit, Iâm impressed with your knowledge, no one before fought so well against my contracts.â After a moment of shock, you smile faintly.Â
âThe feeling is mutual.â Your eyes were focused on putting the laptop into the case, making sure to not scrap it with the zip. â...I kinda admire your work. I mean, itâs not very fair towards others, but itâs just school stuff so⌠I just want to say Iâm impressed with that stun you pulled.â The pen stopped, and Azulâs gaze moved towards you. Sitting behind the great, wooden desk, you felt like a student in front of a teacher; he was perfect just like the moment you first saw him, composed to the point you could think the conversation never occurred, the deal between you was never made. As he doesnât comment - youâre not sure if Azul even blinked - you started to ramble, flustered. âJust, Iâm sure itâs not easy to pull something like this. Over two hundred students? And you actually helped them pass? And it was so hard to find any problem with your contracts! No wonder you get nicknamed an octopus, youâre as smart as one!â
âI am an octopus, thoughâŚ?â He blurted out.
âWhat?â
âHave you never heard of mermen?â Your awe-struck face makes Azul chuckle way more honestly than he ever expected himself to do. You were so crafty yet so ignorant about the basic magic part of this world; he would be offended that such a person beat him in his own game if it wasnât this fascinating. It felt like losing a game of chess to Floyd - unexpected, but only awakening a craving to figure out the bizarre way of thinking of his opponent. âThere are a few of us in Night Raven College, me included.âÂ
The gleam of excitement in your eyes was also Floyd-like - Azul thought before getting back to writing; the first letter, fresh with ink was shaky. âWoah~! Now all of Caseyâs rambling make sense.âÂ
âHe also mentioned you.â Azul smiled fondly. âHe threatened me with his lawyer cousin and how here I am, regretting I didnât take him more seriously.â Maybe then he wouldnât have an upcoming headache from stress, but he also wouldnât meet such an interesting person. âItâs a shame that person of your talents wasnât lucky to join us here, you would make a great addition to the Octavinelle.â Such sweet words, made of honey; the sweetness seeping into you, making your heart heavy with pride and cheeks warm. Inviting you to get closer, stand in front of Azul, your hip resting on the side of the desk.Â
âPerhapsâŚâ His writing becomes slower, the letter slightly heavier as Azul takes his time writing each of them. âAfter weâre done with this, I could show you around, the College is pleasingly quiet around this hour.â The way he glances at you, his big eyes barely visible makes your heart skip a beat and your tongue goes limp in your mouth. He wanted to spend more time with you?Â
The paper was pushed towards you, but Azul doesnât lose eye contact, maybe for a moment when he averts his gaze, his smile apologetic. âAlthough I still have after-class activities⌠The headmaster should be kind enough to look the other way if you would be willing to join me there, itâs nothing magic-related.âÂ
There was only a buzz in your head; a mix of excitement and fluster. A tour around the Night Raven, taking part in their activities, even if they werenât the real classes - it all was unreal, too good to be true someone would say. But when the stress of the encounter left you, leaving only sweet praise and an even sweeter smile from a handsome man, it was hard to not take the pen and the opportunity.Â
âNo way.â His smile drops and so does all the glow and splendor around him. You barely stop a scowl, unsure if you should even point it at the shady man or the paper. âIâll be around for the following days. Iâll come to read and sign the contract personally, no need for Casey to be the middle man.âÂ
âI was only looking out for you.â Azulâs tone was just a bit colder, even though still kind, he no longer was shy or rather no longer acted like it. âNo need for you to waste your time on the formalities.â It was said without any malice, you werenât even sure if you could hear mocking in his voice.
âIt is kinda my future job.â You scoffed, no longer able to hide the disgust and your anger grew stronger when Azul didnât even flinch. âI guess the offer is no longer valid, soââ
âI was serious about showing you around.â Azul cuts in, muffling the noise of crumbling paper, just a flash of disappointment on his face when the unfulfilled scheme goes to the trash. It was a good plan, but perhaps the execution of it wasnât worth it; now his heart was rowdy, and blood hummed in his ears. âMy praise wasnât a lie. I truly admire your skills.â But the honey no longer allured you, even if looked so well.
âThen you can treat me to some cake when I get back to sign the thing.â You suggested, no, demanded before outreaching your hand with another order. âYour phone.â Azul raised an eyebrow.Â
âIs this extortion?â
âItâs writing my number.â You fought yourself to not smile at his completely-lame joke. âUnless you want me to come over every day to check if youâre done?â
good to see fellow onmyoji writers uwu, we are too scarce. How about Orochi smooching his s/o headcanons?? ;3 its alright to ignore this if its too much or anything.
This idea is more than fine; don't worry! And hiii! I'm happy to see another Onmyoji fan!
⢠mundane, repetitive - you weren't any of those things, the prime reason why Orochi was so drawn towards you. A person so different from other humans, like a lone cherry blossom in the forest of monotonous dead trees - precisely how you met, a lone survivor, alone and scared yet with eyes glimmering with delight at the sign of his snake. "Snakes are the symbol of healing and rebirth." You explained it once upon a time; Orochi could never have enough of your unusual ways.Â
⢠To his utmost delight, your bizarreness didn't end at your views - your every reaction to his actions was different, and Orochi wanted to see them all.Â
⢠The fleeting kisses he plants on the back of your neck were his favourite. Always done suddenly and silently, you don't hear his footsteps nor his breathing, not even the warmth of his breath manages to tingle your skin before you feel his lips on your skin. How they curl into a smirk when you shiver, and a gasp leaves your lips. The way you spin around was always mesmerizing for the god, from the way your hair moves to every tense muscle in your body, relaxing only when your eyes meet his. Orochi doesn't try to hide his smile, not when it only makes you more flustered and more frantic in your scolding. Truly adorable.Â
⢠The other he liked dearly were kisses on your face. On your cheek, on your nose, on the edge of your jaw or the corner of your lips - everywhere but where you wanted them the most. You called him sadistic, but Orochi took it as praise. Every word falling out of your lips was like praise at such moments; each sweeter than the other, each more and more resembling a whine. How long this game was prolonged depended on his mood. If he had a good day, it would end quickly, eager to indulge you in this smallest sin. If he was in a bad one, his patience was never-ending. As if wanting to live up to the title you gave him, Orochi would kiss and kiss till you were just a putty in his hands; a little mortal for him to play with.Â
⢠Surprisingly, Orochi found the kisses on the forehead the most intimate. The act most innocent, from an evil god to an unaware human⌠the blasphemy was the most exciting. He liked to do them as a greeting when he appears in your little house away from the chaos of the world. Your innocence, your smile as his corrupting lips touch your skin was the most addicting.Â
⢠The one that surprised him the most was a fleeting kiss on your lips. He was simply bored the first day he did that, your precious attention was wasted on one of the snakes that always followed him. You preferred to sit in the sun on the veranda, your toes grazing the grass as the snake enjoyed the warmth with you. Nothing more than a whim, Orochi didn't expect anything more than you getting flustered or at least moving your attention towards him. The kiss was quick and delicate, and the second your lips were apart, you gave him a peck back. An action you barely put any thought into, not even sparing him a glance, still preferring the sun and the snake. Ignored yet given affection, the god was standing above you, dumbfounded. You truly were a fascinating little thing.
Oh. Oh, that new chatroom hurts so good. Even a tear escaped when I read Zhongli's part (the little sob at the end? Perfect, I couldn't do it better.) Though Kaveh's hurt the most - all the delusional thoughts that his love will pick him up and the moment of clarity at the end... so, so well made.
hehehe thank you! i'm glad you enjoyed(?) the chatroom hsldfjksld zhongli's is just... i couldn't help it. he's just so composed.... but in such a private setting... you know.... ;)))
Yes, I enjoyed it very much! And your idea for Zhongli was so good. When such calm man shows even a bit of emotions... It hits way harder.
For me characters like Zhongli that deal with emotions very well, when they express them, it shows how strong those emotions are - or how much they broke them. Perfect for angst â¤ď¸
Yay! I'm glad that you're gonna write for him, then can I please request for Yandere Susanoo with a Wife(Goddess) and they both have a child together? If you're fine with this request of course!
And pls do take your time, I don't mind waiting đ I know school can be very stressful since I'm a student myself.
Every time I watch his CG story, I fall in love with him a bit more
Sometimes you wonder if it will ever be âsafeâ.
When Amaterasu blessed your marriage, you thought you were the luckiest person on earth - what could be better than seeing the smile of Takamagahara executioner and greatest protector? Running fingers through his hair, and giggling when the smallest bolts of thunder bites your fingertips. Having his arms around your waist and his face hidden in the crook of your neck, as his mouth are full of the sweetest nothings.Â
Yes, Susanno was truly a perfect man as long as you kept your eyes shut.
âWhere are you going, dear?â You sigh as you turn around to your husband. Susanno was seemingly so stoic, but you already knew - he was anxious, as his fingertips slightly flexed, he was suspicious, as the smallest wrinkle distorted the symbol on his forehead, he was ready to fight, as his hair was slightly more up due to the over-collected electricity. You sigh once again, more like a tired mother with an unruly child than a wife with her husband; frankly, could Susannoâs absurd demands be called anything more than childish tantrums?Â
âVisiting my people, it has been some time since I gave them my blessings.â The harvest of rice was poor in recent years, and the letter from adorable Enmusubi begged you to come and bring some love to the poor humans. You missed all of that, helping those who worshipped you so dearly - in your opinion, helping them was the least you could do; for Susanoo, the idea only brought a frown upon his face.
âI see no need for that.â
âBecause?â You ask, standing your ground as your loving husband walks up closer to you. As he stands before you, you canât help but to reach towards him, let him melt into your hand, stroke his cheek with your thumb. âYou know they need me, and I haven't seen Enmusubi since she started to wander the earth.âÂ
âOkuninushi will miss you.â Susanoo whispers while placing a fleeting kiss on the inner part of your hand. You hesitate for a second. Okuninushi was a rather clumsy child, always scraped and bruised to the point he got interested in medicine just to ease his pains. More of a scholar than a warrior - nothing like his father.Â
âWell, youâll have a chance to bond with him then.â Susanno feels too cold when the heat of your hand disappears. He takes a step back, already longing, before composing himself.Â
âIt doesnât change the fact that itâs not safe, Oââ
âYes, Orochi is still not finally dealt with. I know it.â You finish for your husband, and he takes a deep breath to not scold you. You had that argument over and over again, the doors leading to the outside of your home witnessing it every time. Why couldn't you understand that this wasn't just a whim of his? It was a craving, a need to protect you. A goddess of rice, love and marriage; how such a fleeting thing survived so long without his protection was beyond him. But you were as stubborn as your friend of the red string of fate - if she didnât bless your marriage with the said string, Susanoo would make sure her awful influence on you ended the day you got married.Â
Instead of throwing another argument, Susanoo takes a step closer, your head already tilting to the side by instinct, making room for him to rest his head by your neck. His hands around your waist like chains and his words full of the poisonous pleadings:
âStay one more day.â
âSuââ
âJust one more day.â He repeats, nuzzling into you, his voice so soft you could melt. âOne more day, tomorrow Iâll escort you.â Your fingers run through his hair as you think. âWe can take Okuninushi and show him around.â So many sweet promises, so tempting, already painting the view of you and your husband enjoying nature as your son can finally marvel at the beauty of the earth. Finally, something more than white halls and the echo of your own bored thoughts.
âFine.â You agree, giving your husband a quick kiss on the corner of his lips. âWe will go tomorrow.â
⢠Ayato was making you feel as if you were a yokai or other supernatural being - always charmed by your act, yet you were the one that always went back to him.Â
⢠Pairing: Kamisato Ayato x reader (female)
⢠Genre: fluff, suggestiveÂ
⢠Word Count: 4.8k
⢠Warnings: Power imbalance (waitress and client; commoner and nobility) mentions of drinking, suggestive parts but nothing explicit
⢠Note: based on song Supernatural by Barns Courtney
One last time, let you back into my head
âGood evening, Commissioner. The usual?â The teahouse was Yashiroâs Commissionerâs new favourite spot. It was one of the oldest ones, known for hosting only the highest-ranking clients, both from Inazuma and the mainland before and after the times of closed borders. Commissioner's taste changed suddenly; for the owners it was a blessing, for sellers of Milk Tea Medley it was a curse, for you⌠you werenât sure, something in the middle. You liked him as a client. He wasnât hard to deal with and didnât require a lot of going back and forth with constantly ordering more snacks and teas, but on the other handâŚ
âYes, I hope youâll keep me company once more?â Usually, the company of teahouse workers was limited to standing by the door, on the corridor, waiting for an order from the clients. The Commissioner had⌠different ideas on what âcompanyâ meant.
âAh, poor little⌠Sucrose, was it?â He turns your card face to the table, hiding the adorable green-haired girl whose HP fell to zero. In Kamisatoâs mind, keeping company meant playing card games with him over tea and snacks. It shouldnât be a thing worth raising eyebrows for - it would be hard for a man of his status to make a friend, let alone one with similar interests. Seeking out company from a waitress was the safest option for him, and you didnât mind, as the hours went by quicker that way, and your employers were happy to pay you more. They would do anything to keep the Commissioner coming back with his money and bringing renown to the establishment. The thing was⌠âWell then, which snacks do you want to try first?â
By Commissionerâs rule, the loser had to be fed with a random snack of the winner's choosing, to his great amusement, despite how many times you did that, your roles of loser and winner never changed. He also wanted only you as his waitress, to the point the room assigned to you was always vacant on Fridays and Sundays, in a chance Commissioner would come - if you werenât available, he would go somewhere else.
He could go anywhere he wanted, and yet, somehow, he always ended up in your mind.
His chopsticks right by your mouth, yokan leaving a sweet taste on your lips. âIf you guess if itâs Neri or Mizu, I might consider another game of cards.â No matter how many times he did this trick, it always made warmth spread onto your face. There were many things you couldnât talk about outside your job - the topics your clients spoke about, who and when made a reservation and that the Lord Kamisato found a new hobby of feeding you sweets with your eyes closed and seeing your reactions.
You knew that the easiest way out of the Commissioner's grasp was to not play his games at all. To press your lips in a thin line and suggest, once again like during the first times he came to the teahouse, that you were a mere waitress.
The sweet taste of red bean melts on your tongue way slower than you expected, and the texture was rather firm - Neri⌠- something crunches in your mouth. âKuri yokan, isnât it?â
But you could never get the Commissioner's sly smile out of your head.
High off everything you said
At some point, you started to suspect yourself of being part yokai. Maybe not an oni, but for sure something supernatural - what else could explain the way Lord Kamisato acted around you?
âThe new hairstyle⌠your hairdresser certainly knows how to bring out the best.â
âYou have a good eye for kimonos, maybe you would like to accompany my sister on shopping someday?â
âAre you ready to go?â
You glance at the Commissioner as you put on your hanten; the evenings got way colder recently. That day, he came later than usual, and despite his stay not being long, he left with the closing of the teahouse. His attire was elegant, the refined white not matching the browns of your clothes, even his umbrella was holding more elegance than you. Despite that, he was eager to walk with you.
âSir CommissionerâŚâ You mumbled, not even being able to look anywhere else; Ayatoâs bright colours attracted your gaze from the darkness of the late evening. âIâm honoured but⌠there is no need.â Not even one droplet of rain managed to stain your clothes before the umbrella of the Commissioner became yours as well.
âAnd Iâm not going out of my way.â He assured you with a smile. The tiniest shake of its corner suggested that he was excited; the umbrella forced you to stand so close. âIâll go through Hanamizaka anyway, walking you back home is just a pleasant addition.â
You wanted to protest, your lips already open, but you catch yourself wordless⌠The evening was dark, and the Commissioner could protect you both from the possible danger of the city and the rain. As you close your lips in silent defeat, Lord Kamisato simply smiles. Your walk was rather slow. First time in forever, you were able to take your time and awe at the dark Inazuma City; the lanterns giving such a warm ambient, at the electro petals sparkling in the distance. While you wondered how such petals would feel against your skin, the Commissioner wondered how soft it would be against his touch.Â
âYour hanten is rather pretty.â You raise your eyebrows, not expecting a Lord to admire such a simple jacket. You werenât surprised at his sudden comment though, you knew that the Commissioner disliked silence between you two. âAlthough it does lack a mon,â But why would your hanten have a family crestâŚ? âHow do you fancy camellia flowers?â
That man will be the death of you and your feeble heart.
Well, it's not so bad, I can't be mad at white, white lies
âI wanted to ask you for a long time, Commissioner.â You asked one day as you poured green tea into his cup. The cards were put onto the floor right next to the table; the freeze team containing cards of Commissioner himself and Lady Kamisato was proudly waiting for todayâs battle. Your deck of adorable girls and their deadly summons was waiting right next to it, awaiting the chance to question Kamisatoâs authority. âWhy do you only want me as your waitress?â
Ayato looks up from the novel you brought him: After I got killed by a hydro slime, I was reincarnated into the Yashiro Commissioner - what do you mean I lost my hydro vision?! was truly an⌠fascinating read. Although he couldnât understand where the idea of him and Lady Yae came from. He also couldnât understand why you would ask such a thing. In his mind, the answer was so obvious he didnât expect you to ask.
âThoma recommended you.â
âI would prefer a more honest answer.â You say bluntly, knowing that his housekeeper only met you on a few occasions, you doubted that Thoma knew a thing about you. For sure he never visited the teahouse, at least not for himself - Thomaâs only visits were hours before the Commissionersâ to make sure you were available. Ayato chuckles as his fingers skip through the pages.
âGaining intelligence was way harder than I expected,â His voice, one that you loved so much to listen to, perfectly added all the emotions to the text, yet you found it very annoying this time. âStanding right in front of Liyueâs secret intelligence agent, her fingers mere millimetres away from her bow, I knew that I couldnât allow myself to make even one mistake. Her golden eyes were beautiful, like a sun that could burn me into nothingness. How could I predict if she lied? Lies, truth, half-truths, it all seemed so easily identifiable as a normal man, but the deeper I fell into the spider web of politics, the more I realised I couldnât even trust what was right or left. Right then and there, I realised that if I wanted to survive as the Commissioner, I had to make her want to tell me the truth; to bargain - not only for information but also my life.â He ends the reading by bookmarking the page and closing the book. To his surprise, you had a scowl on your face, and Ayato couldnât help but comment with airy laughter:
âWhatâs wrong? Wasnât reading today your idea?â Ayato was giddy, you got used to noticing the smallest changes in him - the way his eyes got more focused on your face when he expected a reaction, not only on eyes or mouth but jumping from one part to another, wanting to catch the second you process his banter. The best way to win the Commissionerâs games was to not play at all or change the rules.
âOh, it was.â You say as you sit down on the opposite side of the table, your hand taking the book; he doesnât protest. âBut I hoped you would read a more interesting fragment. I heard that a lot of girls were swooning over this part.â You take a sip of the tea, in your emotions; the adrenaline from challenging Ayatoâs game, you donât notice you took his cup. He smiles and proceeds to take a sip just after you. âHe was an adorable little man, so full of himself, but his schemes were always predictable. When he took a step, I already took four and had time to make one back, just to see how he was doing. He was cute with his sly smiles and smooth words, but I liked him the most when he was panting like dogs he adored so much. When the muscles of his toned stomach were bending, going tense and loosening under my fingertips as he pleaded so sweetly for⌠for release. When⌠um⌠well⌠Anyway, uh⌠people liked Lady âYaeâsâ point of view⌠â Your voice dies slowly and pathetically as you look at the table, too ashamed to look at Ayato after what you just read. Instead of embarrassing him, you embarrassed yourself.
â...Did you like that part as well?â You lost the game, the fight and even the whole war when you couldnât hide your blush. You had no bravery to look up and claim your victory; Ayato for that quick moment was also red in the face, maybe even more flustered than you. The book and its content werenât a problem - you were. Hearing such words and opinions about, well, technically himself, falling so bravely from your lips, only to get meek and shy the dirtier it got⌠Thanks Archon, he had more self-control than foolish desire.
You mumble something about bringing the wagashi he ordered, and before you could slide the door behind you, Ayato catches your attention:
âSince you⌠amused me so greatly, it made me want to tell you a bit of the truth.â You turn around to see an already composed Commissioner, not a thing that could give out what your eyes missed.
âBut isnât that obvious?â He tilts his head so adorably that it makes your heart skip a beat. âOnly tea served by your hands tastes so good.â Ayato truly loved half-truths.
Got your hands all over my body, but you're actin' like you don't want me
You didnât know how you two ended up like this, tangled in each other's limbs, sharing the flavours of different sake between your mouths. Hands grabbing and groping every surface of each other's bodies, pulling and tugging till Ayato was without at least a few layers of his outfit, while your kimono was slightly undone.
âYouâre⌠unbearableâŚâ You mumble as quietly as possible, not wanting even a mouse outside of Komore Teahouse to hear you. Worry and guilt get lost in lust, as Ayato works on your kimono, pulling lower and lower till he has more canvas to work on with his mouth. Poor, starved man waited for so many dates, so many outings to make a mess of your skin, to finally feel its softness; explore deeper than a peck on the lips or warmth of your cheek.
âI really⌠shouldnât⌠fall for your pleasâŚâ Ayatoâs words were cut every time he couldnât stop himself and laid another kiss on your heated skin. So confident and words so sharp, yet not as sharp as his teeth that littered your skin with the timidest bitemarks. The kind that would fade away after a few minutes, as he didnât dare to mark your skin, let alone break it. Â
âBut since you asked so nicely~â Liar. Awful, silver-tongued liar. He was the one that lost composure first, who just couldnât stop his hands from wandering to your knee, then your thigh; shyly, like a boyâs first experience, but his eyes told a different story. Those beautiful violet eyes, now as dark as far far away Seirai Islandâs storm. And just like a storm with its raging lightning and roaring thunder, Ayato wanted to consume you whole. To not let even an inch of you dry, to make you feel like a thunderbolt was going through your body.
His dignity was only in his words, as his actions spoke of a desperate man.
âAyatoâŚâ He never expected that his own name could hold such power over him as long as it was falling from your lips. The Commissioner, Lord Kamisato, none sounded as beautiful as simple, breathless Ayato. With that one word, he was under your command, to be as generous as to fulfil your desires. Even if his hands wandered first, you were already looking at him shyly. Even if he was first to lean in for a kiss, you were the one pressing your thighs together. Those arguments were thrown between his giggles and your huffs, till you shut him up with a kiss so full of teeth and anger it left him panting.
âIâll be so kind as to indulge you.â
Oh, what a shame, your spirit never left.
You couldnât get Ayato out of your mind. He made it his home, coloured every thought with his purples and whites, and changed every opinion and desire - when you looked at cherry blossoms, you thought they werenât as pretty as camellias, fruit tea left you longing for the kind bitterness of green tea.
You were in control and yet you felt like something else was guiding your feet. A stroll to gather herbs, yet you end up in your and Ayatoâs secret spot. A quick walk in Tenryou ends by the shops Ayato mentioned to like or those from where your presents came from. Kimonos, hair decorations, even sweets⌠Not once or twice did the shopkeepers give you a confused look as you stood by the displays, staring at things you obviously couldnât afford. During some nights you couldnât help but wonder, as you lay in your bed, how would it feel to have Ayato by your side. To have his hand wrapped around your stomach, his chest pressing into your back. Even after sunset, he refused to leave you alone, to let you fall asleep instead of feeling his fingers on your arms, his lips on your neck - memories and desires creating a ghost. Teasing and giggling, till you couldnât take it anymore.
âWhere are you going?â Your mother asked as you packed a few clothes in the morning.
â...Lady Kamisato wanted me to stay a few days at their estate, we got closer recently.â A ghost that imitated his touch and edged you to lie just like him.
Possessed me like a demon made to worship at your bed.
All the decorations, all the elegant ornaments all over the room merge into splashes of colours and shapes. All in dark purples and shy blues, golden lines disappearing in the shaded corners of the room. They were nothing more than an unwanted distraction, although a beautiful one, from the thing you came for.Â
Ayato's bluish hair was standing out, like a candle that despite being scorching hot, you keep reaching out, wanting to get burnt if it meant being by him.Â
You get blind on anything else, anything that wasn't Ayato being only black dots in your vision. Beautiful man, but so cruel to blind you on anything else in your life. Unable to focus on anything but how his chest raised with his every uneven breath; excited, lips twitching, trying to keep only the tiniest smile. It was so hard to keep composure when he loved the view you have been giving him. Kneeling at the edge of his bed, not daring to even touch the soft sheets, instead resting your cheek on his bare thigh.
"Don't be shy, go on."
I must be out my mind.
You thought as you walked through the festival, the sweetness of the mochi unable to calm your nerves. What were you thinking? Ayato⌠The Commissioner was not a man in your reach. The only person standing higher than him was Raiden Shogun and maybe Guuji Yae, it was laughable to imagine that such a man had greater plans for a teahouse worker than a fleeting adventure. Despite that, you couldnât stop yourself, like a butterfly being led into a flytrap. No, something even less, like an already picked flower thrown on the stove, to be burned in flames of Ayatoâs desire - you don't feel in control, being led by a hand that also guides you to your doom in flames.
Your eyes cross with the violets of his, the murmur of the crowd slowing in favour of your accelerating heartbeats. In Ayatoâs eyes, you radiated the most when in the blaze.
Any cost to watch you cross just one last line
"Ahâ Ayato!" Your nails dug into his kimono, one seemingly so thin and light, but protecting him from your attacks as strong as a kitten's claws. The man only hums, not wanting to part from your neck that was already blooming in an array of red and purples; the lower, the more. His whole body itching to claim more, to bite just a bit higher, suck just a tad harder.
"Weâ" Muffled words between lips, the sweetness of mochi mixing with the bitterness of whatever Ayato was eating before finding you. Bittersweet, nothing could explain your relationship better, although, for Ayato, you were the bitterness - messing with his mind, making him act like a boy who tasted alcohol for the first time. Addicted, craving, knowing that he shouldn't, but after the taste fades, longing for the bitterness to once again hurt in the sweetest way. To wake up again and again with his head pounding and cursing his bad decisions.
His gloved hands were crumpling up the material of your clothes; the blue flowers being distorted by the wrinkles. How Ayato craved to get rid of that annoying kimono, despite being beautiful, exactly what he ordered, now he couldn't stand it. The beauty of it was hiding the true gem underneath. Not allowing him to feel the warm skin of your waist, leave prints on your hips or, if you asked kindly enough, skim his fingertips across your beasts.
"We⌠Really shouldn't, if someone sees youâŚ"
Despite saying it, your hands are like chains around his neck. Nails now scraping his neck, biting into the delicate skin of his head; his deep moan resonates with your trembling heart. Fireworks take away the attention from an innocent alleyway and hide the gasps of lovers.
âMaking me act like a foolâŚâ Ayato finally mumbles, his lips clumsily trying to catch yours, and you almost didnât hear him with the loudness of the festival. Oh, how he adored and hated that about you, your innocent charm, you pulling him in like some supernatural being.
Yeah, if you want me let me know. You're terrifyin' beautiful.
Recently, your relationship with Ayato went stale, in his opinion, both of you were to blame, for you; only him. All his sweet words and soft touches couldnât stop your doubt - you can ignore a wound so long as it doesn't make you bleed out dry. You wanted to think that your love for one another made you unstoppable, but with Ayatoâs secretary of your late meetings and sweet kisses becoming stronger than weaker, you started to doubt it.
Maybe it was time to move on.
âIâm so glad you came with me!â Hizashi smiles by your side. A cute man, his personality more of an energetic dog than a sly cat, from a well-known martial art clan - no wonder such a man wanted to take part in Warrior's Spirit. How could you say no to that smile when he offered you a ticket to visit the spectacle and, possibly, his victory. âI heard that Lady Kamisato will take part in this yearâs competition! It would be an honour to fight beside her.â
âAh, I certainly have heard that Kamisatoâs clan blade technique is amazing.â Ayato was more than happy to show you some of the sequences; you still remembered how his gloved hands felt against yours as he helped you handle a sword. âI canât imagine myself getting into that, though.â
âThatâs understandable! Martial art is not for everyone, but Iâll gladly do that hard work if it means⌠well⌠youâll see my matches today.â His smile was childish and wide, even a bit of blush decorating his cheeks, you smile back; it doesnât reach your eyes.
âOh?â A regular rhythm of elegant shoes hitting the pavement; the air gets more dry. âI see I found one of the competitors.â Ayato slides into the conversation elegant as ever, composed and calm but his vision was blinking angrily. As his gaze moves from the man's sword to the hand on your shoulder, he wondered what exact competition Hizashi was taking part in.
Both of you bow to him.
âGood evening, Commissioner.â Ayato wanted to scoff and shut your mouth for daring to call him like that after everything you two went through. After all, you put him through - taking days off only on days he had time to visit the teahouse, not answering letters, sending Thoma away. Your only saving grace was not daring to turn down Ayaka on your regular outings, though even she didnât bring him back any useful information.
Ayato answers with a nod before turning his attention to you.
âI would like to talk to you, in private.â
âWhat would the Commissioner need from me?â You say innocently, and Ayato curses himself on how his character rubbed off on you. How you knowingly try to put him in a situation where he had to bend to your demands, voice his more honest thoughts in front of others or lose. Or so you thought.
âI would like to discuss something regarding Ayaka,â you were sly, but nothing more than a kitten trying out its claws, âsince youâre her dear friend, Iâm sure you would be able to help me withââ
âIâm sure it can wait after the competition.â You had more pettiness than judgement, for once straightly refusing to play Commissionerâs games. âAs you can see, Iâm rather busy at the moment.â The tiniest raise of your head, a challenge.
âIf itâs not a problem, my Lord,â Hizashi chimes in with enough respect to not break social standards but not bowing his head nor appearing meek, âI wanted to show her a bit of my swordsmanship before the competition starts. If your request could beââ
âIâll gladly help,â Ayato says so suddenly it shocked all three of you. He wants to take those words back. A hundred excuses were already swarming in his head as to what he meant; he could back off any second. But his hand already rests on the hilt of his sword, as he had to muster all his composure to not drill holes with his stare into the defiling hand resting on your lower back. For a moment, Ayato forgets about appearance and what he âsupposedâ and ânot supposedâ to do, all he cared about was what he âwantedâ to do. âYou also wish to gain the reward of fighting alongside my sister, no? An opportunity to test your skills against me and to show your swordsmanship, isnât that killing two birds with one stone?â
And as metal clashes against metal, Hizashiâs concentrated face breaks and shatters revealing consternation or even fear - Ayatoâs attacks don't stop. After countering one, there were another three incoming, and not even one of his strikes could even reach a hair on Ayatoâs head. Ruthless, although elegant in his movements, his slashes were brutal, driven by something more primal rather than the need for respectful sparring.
The young man was laying on the ground, not even a droplet of sweat was able to sneak between his neck and the tip of Ayatoâs sword. Irrational fear blooms in his mind as he canât see any sympathy in Commissionerâs eyes, something more akin to disgust swirling in the violet - was he going to die here? A deep breath in. An even deeper exhale. Ayatoâs sword disappears in golden dust and specks of light.
âI wish you the best of luck.â A kind comment said in a neutral manner, but it was better than the animosity that was brooding within him. Ayato walks back to you and his hand lingers way longer on yours as you give him back the hydro vision you guarded for the sake of a fair fight. Seeing the satisfaction twinkling in his eyes as he glances back on shocked Hizashi, you doubted it was a fair fight with or without godsâ blessing. Somehow, you never noticed that under all the plotting and scheming was a man of truly terrifying strength. One that instead of pulling away, twists his hand to intertwine his fingers with yours; the vision, the core of his being and ambitions, and desires stuck between.
âI need to talk to you.â
One with a shaky voice, almost crossing on begging, and those beautiful violet eyes pleading for mercy; to either stop your charm or let him fix whatever was broken. All those unsaid words hidden in gestures that pull you right back in.
I do believe (I do believe)
âDear-!â Your mother scolds her husband, only one word holding a hundred sentences you were yet to decrypt. Your father, red in the face from irritation, scoffs but listens; his anger mixing with the worry of your mother.
âOh my, what a bold accusation.â Ayato was none; not worried about their opinions nor angry at their accusation. To say that the Yashiro Commissioner was fooling around with their precious daughter⌠Truly, your father was an amusing man - so creative with his choice of words! - and you could see how entertained Ayato was from how his lips bent - the one specific way, seemingly polite, but not reaching his eyes which held a childish shine.
âI⌠apologise, my Lord.â Your father admits. âBut this is no official visit, like many others, so I want to ask you as a young man visiting my daughter, not as Lord Kamisato.â His forehead was covered with sweat, knowing that he was on thin ice; it was too late to return, the ice behind him already melting. âWhat are your plans for my daughter?â
You twitch when you feel his hand sneaking to yours, his fingers coiling against your hand like a snake. So shamelessly, so boldly, in full view of your parents; Ayatoâs favourite game of seeing how far he could go. One squeeze, two; do you trust me?
Mercy on me (Mercy on me)
âI wouldnât call it fooling around,â Ayato loves the way the two squirms, looking uncomfortably at each other as he repeats the unfortunate words, âalthough she did make me act like a fool on several occasions.â Your mother chuckles awkwardly, as you can only plead Ayato with your eyes to end his games. To show some mercy, if not to you then towards your parents.
âI actually came here today to ask you for your blessing for our marriage. Isnât that right, my dear?â Ayato looks at you, living for the shock in your eyes and your mouth just slightly open; enough to amuse him, but not enough to show your parents you were completely blindsided. The topic of marriage never appeared between you, even his mentions of the proposal ended in nothing more than your flustered self as him kissing your ring finger.
Now, he waited for your answer with the angelic smile of a lovesick man, his excitement barely able to be contained; eyes zooming from your eyes to your lips to any other part of your beautiful face, fingers impatiently tapping on his thigh. You could swear, Ayato never got as much adrenaline, not even on the rare occasions you saw him handling a blade, as when he had a chance to push you against the wall - literally or metaphorically.
Did you really want to give your future to such a man?
This is mostly a note for those who may have recently come to tumblr and do not understand the importance of actually using your blog.
If you follow me, and have a default profile icon, and no posts or reblogs on your page, there is a chance that I am going to block you for thinking you are a bot/spam account.
I go through my recent follows every week or so, and if blogs like this have not updated their icon or made any posts or reblogged anything to their blogs, I will assume they are in fact bot accounts and will block them.
*I'm not referring to those who have not reblogged anything from me, I mean those who haven't reblogged anything at all in general.
Blocking empty blogs, is a common thing that blogs do, so if you suddenly cannot access blogs you follow, this is a likely reason.
So, how do you avoid getting blocked? Upload a profile picture, change your banner, add a bio (no need to put any personal info unless you want. Just add a 'hello', a quote, anything). Do more than just like posts. Reblog, or maybe make some original posts.
This is not the kind of site you should remain completely inactive on. There are like buttons, and reblog buttons for a reason.
*Also, if your blog remains empty and inactive, even if you log into it daily, there is a chance that it will be deleted by staff for mistaking you as a bot as well.
Example of a possibly bot/spam account:
^this kind of blog will most likely get you blocked, sorry.
Welcome twitter users fleeing the absolute cesspool that twitter is going to become as Musk gets his way with his awful ideas! Things are better here, and hey, if you're an old user coming back, they've actually improved shit!
Here's a list of important notes for tumblr usage:
Don't censor words, particularly trigger warnings. Tumblr has a very functional blacklist (found in your settings) that can filter by post content and/or tags. But the word needs to actually be present for the filter to work. Censoring words like r*pe is actively harmful to people attempting to avoid those topics.
Use tags liberally, you have as many as you want, but don't tag unrelated shit. You'll get reported for spam really fast if you do.
Set an avatar and reblog things, otherwise you look like a bot.
You are not obligated to have your real name anywhere in your blog/bio/etc. Most people here use handles.
You can turn your ask box & anons on or off if you are experiencing any kind of harassment. You can also turn off replies on your posts, and turn off reblogs if you need to.
Tumblr has keyboard shortcuts on desktop. You can find them listed under the blog/account menu. Go learn them, they make life so much easier.
Reblog things. Seriously. Also set your dash in chronological order. You can maintain several blogs if need be, but reblogging things is normal, expected, and how you pass along stuff you enjoy.
The majority of people aren't reading your card/dni/blog bio before they reblog stuff. Posts get passed around and the OP often isn't the focal point of the post. Learn to live with it.
Fic writers: you have unlimited words, do not post fics as images.
Reblogs with comments/tags are encouraged. It's not like twitter's QRTs. The OP will see everything there. Know that before you comment.
You have a queue. This means you can set posts up ahead of time to run while you're busy. You can also completely ignore this and just spam your follows whenever you're online. Both are very commonplace
It's not weird to go through someone's blog and reblog old posts. That's actually very normal. If you add /chrono to the end of a tumblr page then you can view all the posts in chronological order to make this easier.
"Spam" liking and reblogging isn't a thing that is a problem. This is invented by people I do not understand. If someone claims this is a problem, they can learn how to turn off or manage their notifications.
The only form of promotional posts that tumblr has is "blaze". There is no ad targeting or any kind of invasions of privacy with blaze. You just get subjected to w/e someone wants to show you. If you want to give tumblr some money to help the company keep going and providing an alternative to twitter, it's not a bad way to do it. You can make people look at cat photos.
Also, we have fun colors here. Plus actual formatting ability. Use it!
People lie on here for fun. Don't accept everything you see at face value, check the reblogs/replies or google something if you're skeptical! Critical thinking is good!
Above all else, be chill, use your block button if you need to, and have fun.
dead & young & fair - vampire!diluc x fem!reader (21k)
you stumble into the mysterious diluc ragnvindrâs life, a ragged runaway in a storm - and proceed to show him that perhaps he is not the monster he feared he was.
based on this concept
cw: not sfw, minors dni. explicitly fem reader due to Plot Reasons. arranged marriage, running away, antiquated gender roles. vampire!diluc. blood, gore, biting, murder. so much pining. inexperienced reader. florid victorian inspired gothic horror prose. more pining. fingering, cunnilingus, piv sex, biting as a sex act.Â
[a/n]: this fic has been haunting me for days and days because diluc is such perfect repressed angsty tortured vampire fodder, and now i have finally set it out into the world i can rest. this is not technically a kinktober fic but like. it may as well be. the title is a reference to this byron poem.Â
You last exactly three nights, out in the wild, after you run away from home.Â
That is; three nights spent resting under trees in shaded areas, avoiding monsters, letting Mondstadtâs cool breezes and the soft warm air of spring-almost-summer lull you to sleep. The few rations you had managed to throw tearfully into the small bag you had taken with you had not lasted you past the first night, but you had been lucky enough to find apple trees, sunsettias, bushes bursting with plump yellow berries, and you had used those for sustenance.Â
But on the fourth night, torn and ragged as you are, the storm comes howling.Â
