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Genshin Impact II she/her pronouns but they/them is also fine II 20 II Capricorn II

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i should hate you masterlist

Y/N Lestrange felt like her life was a set-up since birth. The entire school hates her thanks to her mother and father. Worst of all, she finds herself liking a Gryffindor… the one whose parents were tortured by hers.

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No marriages of convenience please

Pairing: Kamisato Ayato x fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: Kamisato Ayto is the most wanted bachelor in Inazuma; every elder in every clan wants him for their relatives. He, however, has his eyes set.

Warnings: some sexism but its only implied not straightforward, arranged marriages

A/N: Hi! The name of the clan was totally made up and I also guessed Ayato age.

“Please consider my daughter.” This was getting old. Old and tiring, oh so tiring. Kamisato Ayato had been receiving marriage proposals since the ripe age of one minute old and had declined every single one of them.  Now, at 26, the proposals had multiplied and become more bold and demanding. He was reaching his limit as of late especially since the elders of several clans and powerful families from Inazuma and beyond had started crowding the entrance to the estate making it difficult for anyone to get inside and out without being bombarded by pleas of “Send for Sir Kamisato we have an urgent matter to discuss” or “Tell mister Kamisato my daughter has been in love with him and is a perfect fit for the Commissioner” and his favorite by far “Our clan is known for their strong warriors, my niece will give him capable sons”. Truly, if he ever found himself at such a pitiful position in the future he would give Thoma the green light to put him out of his misery. It was ridiculous how far people were willing to go just to get a small taste of power and wealth. Kamisato Ayato was formidable and feared and awed; all the clans in Inazuma would give away their female relatives freely without a second thought if it meant they would become somehow tied to the almighty Yashiro Commissioner. Ayato stared at the old couple in front of him with nothing but pity, eyes traveling to the mortified young girl to their right who seemed to be afraid of her own shadow at this point. He sighed, rubbing at his temples and pinching the bridge of his nose before motioning for the parents to stand up; oh how he hated it when they bowed.   

“Once again, as I told you before, I would have to decline your offer.” He smiled softly at them, managing one last glance at the girl who seemed to gain back some of her color at the sound of his rejection. “I am not looking to marry.” 

It was a routine that, despite his better judgment, he had gotten used to. Everyday there would be a small pile of engagement offers sitting on his desk -courtesy of Thoma who would always blush profusely if he were caught placing the letters- followed by two or three sets of parents or elders who didn’t take his rejection via letter kindly. They would talk for thirty minutes about the benefits of this marriage, their female relatives attributes (“she has wide hips, milord, fit to bear you strong sons”, “our family has been blessed with visions, she shall bear you a vision user.”, “we have a massive expanse of land for you to expand and grow.”) and how reliable they are as a family, how powerful both families would become with this union before waiting patiently for a nod in agreement that would never come. Always during these affairs, the woman in question would be with them, head bowed low, figure trembling and sometimes with tear tracks marking her skin. He felt horrible for them every single time. Later he would send them a goodies basket as an apology for the hassle and traumatic event they had to witness, making sure their families caught no wind of the interaction lest they interpret it as an action of love, attraction or agreement. Today was no exception as this was the second family he had shooed off and it was currently only noon. Another one was bound to come knocking on his door in an hours’ time. He sighed once again, allowing his head to rest in his hands while he rubbed at his eyes with the balls of his palm. Being the Commissioner was tiring. Before he had any time to slack further, a sharp knock echoed through his office and as the frame slid open, Ayato was relieved to come face to face with someone far more amusing and pleasant than the wrinkly faces of a new pair of elders. 

She had a tray in her arms, the smell of his favorite tea invading his senses as she slowly trudged to him, eyes glued to his own with a soft smile decorating her plush lips. He wanted to kiss her so badly. Carefully she set the tray on the table and without a word began pouring him a cup, adding two cubes of sugar. Just like he wants it. He grazed his fingers over her own when taking the cup from her hands, a soft ‘thank you’ leaving his lips before he took a sip, eyes trained on her the whole time. She was irresistible. He truly didn’t know how he managed to get anything done when she stepped into a room. She was so mesmerizing, so enthralling, so addictive. The curve of her lips, the light in her eyes, the flow of her hair, even the scars on her body, the ones few had seen and even fewer had kissed -and by fewer he only means himself-. She was an angel come down straight from the heavens to bless his existence. An angel who looked oh so kissable. 

“The Hanamaki clan has requested an audience, sir.” Voice sweet as honey, a hint of mischief hiding behind her words and behind her eyes. A tease that’s what she was; a tease with no regard for the agony the man whose heart she had stolen had to go through daily when he couldn’t announce her as his. He huffed into his tea, eyes rolling at the thought of having to go through this ordeal once again, sooner than he was expecting as well. “Do not fret sir. An emergency seems to have been scheduled ten minutes into your meeting. I’m afraid your negotiations will unfortunately be cut short.” She had the audacity to wink at him and it took every ounce of self control in his body not to jump across his desk and make her breathless for him, make her forget her own name at the taste of his lips, make her lose herself in his arms. 

With a small nod she went to leave only to be stopped by her Commissioners’ hand wrapped around her wrist. They stared at each other for a few agonizing seconds, desire pooling in both their gazes before Ayato could simply not take it any longer. Pulling her towards him, she landed in his lap, legs wrapped snugly around his waist as her hands went straight to his cheeks, cupping them gently while he guided himself to her most desirable part. The moment their lips met, every frustration melted away and bled into the kiss, mouths molding to each other as he brought her flush to his chest, hands desperately trying to grab as much of her as he could. A gasp escaped her when he bit down on her lower lip giving him the chance to slip his tongue in her mouth deepening the kiss. What would those greedy elders think if they caught him like this with her? A disowned member of an Inazuman clan turned mercenary, his subordinate, holding his heart in her palms; the heart that he freely gave away to her, an action that he never regretted and never would regret for as long as he lived. She scouted impossibly closer, arms going around his neck as whimpers dripped from her lips. They separated for air, lips swollen and puffy, eyes glazed over with what he could only describe as pure lust. He dove for her neck, peppering her delicate skin with feather light kisses before reaching the spot he was searching for and biting down making her moan at the filing of his teeth on her skin. He could feel her flush at the sensation, her fingers tangling in his hair and tugging lightly making him groan at the action and suck another hickey just behind her ear. With a hand under her, he leaned forward laying her flat on her back on his desk before separating from her to admire his work; the mess he had made of her without even touching her where he knew she needed him the most right now. Lithe fingers went to the buttons of her uniform while she started to push the jacket off his shoulders, minds hazy with their need for each other. Kiss her more, more, more. He trailed down her neck slowly to her chest, tugging the fabric just unde rhee breast to- 

"Commissioner sir, the Hanamaki elders have arrived. They are asking for your presence." Thoma's voice cut through the atmosphere like a knife, halting all movement from then both. Ayato frowned, letting his head fall onto the spot on her chest where her heart was. 

"I'll be right out. Thank you Thoma." His voice betrayed his displeasure and paired with the lethal frown he dawned on his face she knew that the emergency ten minutes into the meeting wouldn't be needed; he will have them out of the estate in five. He sighed again this time focusing his gaze on her eyes as she smiled at him knowingly. Her hands caressed his cheek, leaning in to pack his nose once, twice before fixing his shirt and jacket. 

"A marriage proposal is calling you milord." And right there he saw it. It was momentary and very easy to miss, if he had blinked in that moment he would've been none the wiser. But he did see it. A tinge of sadness, of desperation, of heartbreak. He has focused all this time on how unpleasant this chore was to him that he had failed to realize how much the situation might be hurting her. Seeing her lover being proposed at and fawned over whilst hiding behind closed doors for only a kiss must be unbearable. He wouldn't be able to take it for long and he hated himself for failing to see the hurt sooner, for failing her. It was certain that the announcement of their courting would rile up trouble both from the public and her estranged family; people would talk, gossip and hate whilst her family would have an epiphany, a need to reconcile and rekindle their relationship with the daughter they abandoned. But through all of it he would be there to protect and love her, to make everyone fall into silence, to make them see that she was more suitable for him than any other measly noble thrown his way. There was not a doubt in his mind that they could make it through it. 

"Marry me."

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Ragnvindr(s)

Pairing: Diluc x fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: The Ragnvindr clan is expecting a new addition.

Warnings: pregnancy and mention of kids, characters expecting and becoming parents

A/N: Hi im back, hopefully i'll manage to post more regularly bc I have truly missed this (writing and posting). This is the first fic of my dad!character series bc I have a huge case of baby fever and seeing my favorites as dads satisfies my daddy and abandonment issues.

“Can you please take a seat? Boss is going to kill me if he finds out you’ve been exerting yourself.” Charles could have sworn to any archon willing to listen to his pleas that he had lost ten years from his life during this six hour shift. He was on bar duty this evening, nothing out of the ordinary, nothing he couldn’t handle and nothing he hadn’t done before. What he hadn’t done before was have his boss’s pregnant wife on duty with him. “I swear miss, you’re giving me gray hairs.” Funny, now that he thinks of it, he had heard his boss utter the same exact words three hours prior when he dropped her off, a thin layer of sweat covering his forehead as he had looked at his wife worryingly. She rolled her eyes at his comments going back to cleaning the dried glasses littering the underside of the bar. 

“Barbara said that moving around would do me good. Besides,” she frowned at him, the fire burning in her eyes making it clear to Charles why master Diluc had found his match in her. “I’m feeling peachy.” She wasn’t even that far along, stomach barely showing from under her slightly loose blouse. Diluc, ever since it had been revealed that her sudden unwellness was due to her expecting their child, had become thrice as protective than he already was, barely leaving her out of his sight. Truthfully, as much as she loved and cherished her husband, being under constant surveillance was starting to irritate her. She couldn’t fault him; this was his first time going through such an experience and he was rightfully anxious. A soft hum escaped her lips at the thought of his frazzled gaze every time she shifted in her seat while they went through documents of the winery. Diluc was going to be an amazing father, she knew that from the moment she announced her pregnancy to him. What she was even more certain about was, the gray hairs he was bound to start sprouting by the end of these agonizingly long nine months.

The door to the tavern flew open and in stepped a slightly agitated Diluc, hair sticking out from his usual high ponytail he dawns whenever he works behind the bar and eyes darting all over her figure as she continued to shine the glass in her hand. His shoulders sagged slightly in relief upon seeing her in one piece. With a sigh he shed the heavy layers on his shoulders before walking behind the bar, peking her cheek once with a hand resting on the slight bump of her stomach. 

“Why are you up? Again.” He said, a serious expression engraved on his features, brows furrowing when she simply hummed in response. He sighed again, rubbing at his temples before kissing her cheek again and reaching for one of her glasses. “You two are going to be the death of me.” 

“And they haven’t even been born yet.” She giggled again, leaning into his side, head tilting so it rests securely on his shoulder. Instinctively, he leaned closer, cheek smooshed on her hairline. “Imagine the terror once they start walking or even worse, running.” She swears she could already see the dark circles forming under his eyes which only made her laugh harder. The shift went by calmly with the tavern not being at its highest customer rate. They even got the chance to close up earlier than usual and make it back to the manner before midnight. Once inside, Diluc helped her hang her coat-even though she whined about being capable of doing it herself- and then led her to the kitchen where their dinner awaited them on the counter. Adelinde had taken it upon herself to teach both her masters the art of healthy nutrition; she had tried twice before in the past but they both were too stubborn and drowning in work to keep up a healthy diet, now with a child on the way they were more than willing to listen to her advice. 

Taking a seat side by side they dug in, emptying their plates in a matter of minutes with not even a peep leaving their lips until they were both done. Diluc brought her chair closer to his own, one arm draped over her shoulders while the other traced patterns on the fabric of her shirt absentmindedly, an action he seemed to be doing more and more each day. He had developed a habit of touching her in some way no matter the time or place or who was with them; whether it be his hand on the small of her back or his warm palm engulfing her own, an arm around her waist or merely their pinkies linked, Diluc couldn’t seem to let go of her no matter what. The citizens of Mondstadt would swoon at his blatant displays of affection, eyes full of unfathomable softness whenever they saw the soon to be parents on a stroll through the busy streets. There were still those select few who side eyed the couple -mostly her-, those whose jealousy shown through the happy facade, who sometimes didn’t even hide their displeasure at the fact that the informant who had managed to take Master DIluc off the market a few years prior was now securing her spot further with the birth of an heir. The Ragnvindrs merely scoffed at their sly comments and back handed compliments, Diluc usually making a mental note to have a word with the Knights about their insolent behavior. 

“Our baby is the size of a sweet potato.” She softly broke the silence, hand gently resting on the small sweet potato sized bump. “And in about four weeks they’ll be as big as a pomegranate.” Diluc couldn’t help but place his hand over hers, running his thumb over her knuckles before kissing the crown of her head. 

“Barbara sure has a weird way of measuring the weeks of pregnancy.” He unlatched himself from her, hand still resting over her own, as he examined the curve of her stomach trying and failing to imagine a sweet potato sized baby. Eyebrows scrunched in concentration, he failed to notice the pure disbelief written on his wife’s face. 

“Are…are you trying to actually imagine a sweet potato?” He looked at her sheepishly for a moment, big red eyes filled with nothing but serenity. Laughter echoed through the empty halls as she burst out into a fit of snorts making Diluc join her after a moment. Once calm, he brought her unbelievably close, kissing the tip of her nose before tucking her head in the crook of his neck and letting his eyelids fall shut. 

“I love you.” 

BONUS: 

The sun was at its highest when Katheryn spotted the family enter the city. The edges of her eyes crinkled as she nodded in acknowledgement at Master Diluc, red hair a mess from the strong winds of the city of freedom. Even worse was the mop of red hair in his arms as his daughter played with the ruby pendant around his neck, completely ignoring her hair obscuring her fathers’ vision. Turning around, they waited for their counterparts to catch up as the lady of house Ragnvindr strode up the steps, another mop of red hair in her arms in the form of a little boy this time, fast asleep while clutching his mothers’ blouse.

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Me: I'm bored, let's watch the sea beast.

Me, 10 minutes in:

....

*looks for fan fics*

*finds nothing*

Me: fine, I'll do it myself

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The story will be continuing on AO3 with occasional uploads here. AO3 will be more consistent so I recommend checking it more often. Luv u <3

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Under the Oak Tree

Pairing: Michael Afton x fem!Reader

Summary: Michael runs away from home after one of his father's outbursts and the only place where the 10 year old feels safe is an oak tree down the road.

A/n: This has also already been uploaded on my AO3 so feel free to go check it out there as well it will be appreciated. AO3 will have all the following chapters in one post so for those who want something more organized hop over there. <33

When his father yelled at him, he would run to the oak tree down the road; a spot he found had hidden comics under its roots and candy in its higher branches. It would take two months to find the owner of the comics and sweets, two long months of repeated yelling and abuse he had to endure alone.

He was once again running to his spot, tears cascading down his cheeks as his arm still hurt from the grip of his father. Heart pounding in his chest, he finally reached the tall oak tree resting his forehead on the bark before turning his back to it and sliding down, fingers gripping strands of hair to make himself stop crying. He hadn’t done anything this time, just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. They had been fighting again, screaming at each other for god knows what, when he made the mistake to walk into the kitchen. He only needed some water for Liz. Instead he got an earful and a shove, bruises already forming on his delicate skin as he scrambled out the door. And now here he was. He didn’t even know why he was crying; this time it wasn’t that bad so why? Why was he balling his eyes out? Rummaging through the leaves his fingers found the pages of a comic pulling it out of its hiding spot and staring blankly at the illustrations. He was in no mood for reading but at least it would provide him some comfort. Spider-Woman volume 1 wasn’t what he was expecting to find mainly because it had just come out. Whoever’s stash this is they sure seem obsessed.

“Take your sticky paws off my new volume!” His head whipped up, eyes landing on the owner of the voice. A girl, no older than 10 just like him, with her arms crossed over her chest and a frown on her features stared down at him, her foot tapping irritably on one of the roots. Her hair was up in a ponytail, strands sticking out every which way even some trapped under the band aid on her nose. More band aids littered her elbows and knees. He kept staring at her, complete disbelief in his eyes. Heaving a sigh, she crouched down, arms still crossed over her chest but this time her expression softened. “At least scoot over so I can read too.” She looked at him expectantly, gaze boring into his own until he shuffled to the side making just enough space for her to fit in. And with that they began reading.

They spent three hours under the tree, three hours speeding through all 37 comic volumes and eating every single candy she had stored around the place in the last month. And they were the most carefree three hours he had spent in a long while. No screaming parents, no crying siblings, no secrets, nothing.

“You haven’t told me your name yet, swiper.” She said popping her fifth Resee’s Pieces into her mouth.

“Michael Afton.” He grumbled, head resting on the tree bark. “And don’t call me swiper!”

“Or what? You’re gonna steal more of my candy?” She smirked, throwing a paper wrap at his face and sticking her tongue out when he frowned.

“No, I’ll call you something back!” Sitting up he grabbed a handful of leaves, his true intentions reflecting in his eyes. He giggled as she gave him a warning glare before showering her with them.

“As if you could come up with something good.” A war began between them, each grabbing more and more leaves to throw at the other. “Swiper suits you!”

“Does not!”

“Does too!”

They chased each other around for what felt like ages, their giggles filling the place as leaves erupted in their wake. Michael was truly having fun, he was laughing until his stomach hurt and his eyes stung with tears but this time it wasn’t sadness that clouded his vision. Her own snorts followed his and soon they were a heap on the forest floor clutching their sides.

“Buttercup.” He uttered the nickname without thinking.

“What?”

“Buttercup, that’s your new name.” She had devoured every single Reese’s Pieces buttercup in her stash, it was only fitting. She scrunched her nose at that, making a face at him before shoving him lightly from next to her.

“It’s a dumb nickname.”

“Too bad Buttercup.”

“But I have a name-”

“Nope. It’s Buttercup now.”

“It’s Y-”

“Buttercup.”

“Mikey st-”

“Buttercup.” Letting out a frustrated huff she mumbled “fine” under her breath, as if he was going to stop now that he knew it got under her skin.

They parted ways that day when the sun was setting, the incident that led him to that spot feeling far away almost as if it hadn’t happened a few hours prior. He knew when he went home he would be lectured by his mother for leaving without a warning, but he didn’t care.

Michael had made a friend.

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My fnaf phase is back so be prepared for Michael Afton stuff since I'm obsessed with this man.

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I apologize for the person I become when Kamisato Ayato is released.

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Wrong move

Pairing: Childe x fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: He has come to take back what's his

A/n: I'm happy to announce that Xiao came home and bc of that I will write something nice and fluffy for him bc my baby is finally back.

11th Harbinger

You have ignored our warnings for far too long now we have taken action.

You have until midnight.

When he said he wanted a relaxing evening back home this wasn’t what he was expecting to find. An empty house, with his love nowhere in sight, furniture overturned and spots of blood on their carpet. Atop of all that a single note was left behind confirming his fears. Raw rage coursed through his veins choking out any sign of concern and worry he had, for the time being. His mind didn’t linger on the blood stains and their owner, it did not linger on the obvious struggle she had put up to stop them. No; only fury filled his mind forming multiple ways of torture and pain. Childe wasted no time, leaving a cloud of dust behind him as he locked their shared apartment and headed off to Mt. Tianheng.

~

He arrived at the peak a quarter before midnight. Stress was piling up in his system; maybe he should have been here earlier, what if they have already ended it? His features, however, remained cold and calculated, even alone in the dark he wouldn’t let his worry fester and spread. He needed to convince himself that she was still alive, that he still had time. A branch snapped somewhere behind him, grunts and huffs following close behind as five men appeared in the clearing. And in the middle of it all was her.

Clothes torn and bloodied, a slash running down from her shoulder to her elbow continuing to bleed leaving droplets of scarlet blood onto the grass. Her face had some bruises mainly on her cheekbones, her lip was cut and swollen with hair sticking to her cheeks from the sweat. One of the men held an iron grip on her hair, keeping her upright and making her wince as the tug sent electrifying waves of pain through her skull. Her hands were bound behind her back and he could only imagine how raw her skin must be as she kept twisting her wrist in futile attempts at an escape or an attack. Despite it all, her features dawned a nasty glare, fire burning behind her eyes with killer intent.

Atta girl.

“Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in.” One of them, most likely their leader, gave him a sly grin before taking a dramatic bow. He was tall and buff, a force to be reckoned with amongst his peers but still no match for the Harbinger’s wrath. “This pretty little thing came in handy it seems.” Rough fingers gripped her face bringing her up front for Childe to see in full just how much damage they had done to her. Eyes he had fallen in love with locked with his own for a split second, relief flooding them at the sight of him. “Who would’ve wondered I only needed to take your whore away to lure you out.” The men laughed at that but Childe’s gaze was solely fixated on her form, on how she struggled to stand, how she leaned towards the left, how more blood seemed to seep into her shirt right under her ribs.

“I will only give you three minutes to run.” His voice was cold, emotionless. “You leave her here and run.” Laughter erupted from the group, the leader yanking her up causing a barely audible whimper to leave her lips. Childe’s patience was running thin.

“No, I think I want to have a little more fun with her. There are things I haven’t tried yet.” In a blink Childe was standing behind him, his footsteps heavy on the grass as he gained on the rest. The cushioned thud of his head was all that echoed between them.

“Darling,” He didn’t turn to look at her, his mask covering his face as dual hydro blades appeared in his palms. “Close your eyes for me.” And with that he got to work.

~

Light came in through the blinds flooding the room in golden hues. Her sides hurt as she breathed, the bandages all over her body making it even harder for her to move, not to mention the splitting headache wouldn’t allow her to focus. She slowly reached up to her face, feeling the small patch on her lips and scratches on her cheekbones before trying to sit up, her back against the hard frame. The other side of their bed was made and empty, no sign of her lover ever resting next to her in all the days she had been unconscious. How many days was it even?

“Ajax?” Voice hoarse and throat dry, the call of his name barely over a whisper. But he heard it. He came running to their room, a thud sounding from the hallway followed by a curse and as he gently opened the door she could already see the bruise forming on the skin above his hip.

“How are you feeling, beautiful?” His movements were calculated and gentle as if she would turn into dust at first touch. He placed a pillow under her right knee and another under her head placing a single kiss on the corner of her lips leaving her wanting more.

“Better than yesterday. I think.” She cupped both of his cheeks, pulling him in as she kissed him properly allowing him to release all emotions if only for a moment. They lingered in each other’s presence for what felt like hours before finally separating. “Come to bed, you haven’t slept in days.”

“You need special care. I can sleep later.” His voice betrayed his fatigue, words slurred and slow, too relaxed from their kiss to care. Rolling her eyes, she guided his head to her chest ignoring the small sparks of pain coming from her rib cage as she combed through his hair. Snores filled the room three minutes later.

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NOO NOT THOMA ANGST ON HIS BDAY :(( he seems so confused about it too :(( maybe a part 2... to give him justice? only if you're up to it though!

I didn't even know it was his bday until after I posted it, poor baby. I am planning on a part 2 I'm just still deciding how angst I'll make it.

Love u anony <33

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Crowded

Pairing: Thoma x fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: Overhearing gossip never has a positive outcome.

A/n: Happy new year everyone! I hope 2022 is better than the previous two years and that it's finally our redemption arc year. I am not dead yet, surprise surprise, but I am quite busy + author's block has been awful. But I'm here for an undisclosed amount of time. {You can also check me out on AO3 (CosmicRacoon) I upload for other fandoms on there as well}

“I heard Lady Ayaka called him into her chambers last night. It was nearing midnight!”

“Oh how scandalous, I knew that Mondstadt rascal was up to no good.”

“And while having another girl waiting for him in their own shared room! I feel so bad for her.”

They never meant for her to listen in on their conversation. They were just maids gossiping about in the estate’s halls, they never would have guessed that the person of interest was just on the other side of the wall listening to their every word. Thoma had always taken his job seriously. Both of them were assigned respective posts in the Kamisato estate; he as housekeeper and her as Kamisato Ayato’s main informant, as a spy. Both were good at their job, both were loyal to their now high ranked friends. And when they fell in love with one another they knew what they were getting into, how difficult it would be to maintain a relationship in such harsh times and with all this pressure crushing them. But they made it work, they always made it work, until a few months back. Right before Lumine had arrived in the electo archon’s region, Thoma and herself were assigned multiple jobs meaning less time to spend with one another. She saw less and less of him, things worsened when the traveler came wrecking havoc and once Thoma was put on house arrest at the tea house she wasn’t even allowed to see him. No one was. No one, except Ayaka.

No malicious thought had crossed her mind when it came to their relationship. She understood that he had to spend time with her, he was her consultant and guardian while master Ayato was away. Whispers, however, began circulating, pity filled people’s eyes and before she knew it the whole estate was whispering behind her back. “He is deceiving her.” “That poor girl doesn't deserve this.” “She is no match for Miss Ayaka, what did she expect?” “She cannot definitely be this blind.” At first it didn’t bother her, people liked to gossip and if it helped them forget the turmoil of their country even for a little while then so be it, she could handle it. But then she noticed the patterns too. How he would leave at first light and disappear for hours, how most nights he wouldn’t be in their futon until late into the night, how he became overly protective of the Shirasagi Himegimi, how he shut her out of their affairs. Soon it plagued her mind, keeping her up at night. This was the final straw.

The assignment she had just taken up offered her the perfect distraction; away from the estate, away from the gossip and away from Thoma. She needed to clear her head. Seirai island was a week’s journey from the estate, it didn’t have many encampments due to its conditions but treasure hoarders and fatui often found solace there. Master Ayato wanted to know who and what resided there at the moment, and if he needed to interfere. Heading out, she checked her supplies and her weapons twice, fastened the dagger straps on her thighs and readjusted her kimono before walking out the estate’s gates, fighting the urge to look for her lover. She hadn’t managed to get far when she heard a very familiar voice shouting her name.

“Love, wait up!” Thoma jogged down the steps, hands extended to latch onto her waist. He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, one she enjoyed despite herself. “Where are you going, pretty girl?”

“Mission.” She wasn’t looking at him, her eyes trained on the cobblestone a scowl painting her features irritation coursing through her veins. Thoma pulled away slowly, his hands resting on her hips trying to turn her body around and face him only for her to not budge. His brows furrowed slightly, concern dawning on his face.

“What’s wrong, my love?”

“Don’t call me that.” Her voice trembled as she spoke. “I don’t want to hear those words from you. I don’t want to hear anything from you at the moment.”

“Honey what-”

“Stop feigning ignorance!” Tears were running down her cheeks as the whole courtyard fell silent. The dam had been broken, the time everyone had been waiting for had finally come. “I’m done with this- this little game you’re playing. I’m done being fooled.” Thoma looked completely lost, brows scrunched up in concern as more tears spilled from her eyes.

“What are you talking about? What is going on?”

“I should’ve seen it all those months ago that I was losing you but I couldn’t get myself to believe it. Everyone is talking about it; the whole estate knows that this relationship has become crowded.” She slapped his hands from her waist, taking a few steps back distancing herself. “But I’m done holding out hope.” Turning her back to him she started down the path, leaving Thoma to drown in his own confusion. “I’ll pick my things up when I return.”

But deep down Thoma knew.

She wasn’t coming back.

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Who wants to be friends on spotify? It's all mental illness

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do you take requests darling

Yes I do, I apologize in advance if I take some time to respond though but I WILL get to it I swear.

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I'm adding Arcane into my list of fandoms I write for. Viktor and Jiinx are my new comfort characters and of course I want to write for them. I'm not dead btw I just tend to disappear for long periods of time and come back out of the blue.

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God's Tears

Pairing: Zhongli x fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: After discovering his endeavours with the Fatui, she asked a question one that doomed them both. Now, months after his disappearance she finally finds him.

A/n: I live for Zhongli angst to fluff. He is just so easy to write angst for, same goes for Diluc haha. I love my boys. There will be a part 2 to this maybe just maybe a part 3. We will see. SPOILERS: Zhongli's identity

Contracts were the expertise of Rex Lapis, his source of power, loyalty, control and ultimately, his demise. Or rather their demise since he wasn’t the only one who suffered. Rex Lapis, finally in his real form, was sitting alone under the grand tree of Nantianmen, head leaned back a sigh escaping his lips. For the first time in his long lasting life, he questions his actions, the existence of one contract in particular, a contract that caused his new life as a human to collapse. When he first decided to create said contract he merely wanted to protect his identity from becoming exposed. Now he pounders if his secrecy was worth losing her. In the far end of his mind, hope flickered like a dying candle flame; hope that she would come find him, search for him. The pain he caused and the wound he created in her heart was too deep, too fresh for her to push it aside and look. Tears threatened to escape his eyes again, but he refused to allow them. Gods don’t cry.

Too preoccupied drowning in his own sorrow, the god of contacts failed to hear the footsteps slowly approaching. They slowed to a stop in front of him. He raised his eyes to meet the ones he fell in love with, bloodshot and angry filled with fury and sadness, He had caused that. She always looked at him with such a tender gaze, eyes soft with love.

“You have some nerve.” Her voice trembled as she spoke, this time not from keeping back tears. She was furious. “You have some nerve disappearing to this place after everything we’ve been through.” She took a small step forward, eyes never wavering from his. “Coming here with no explanation, leaving me to pick up the pieces back at the Harbor, make excuses for your absence all these months, watch so many people look at me in pity when I waited for you to come home.” She took another calming sigh. “I despise pity. If you were planning on leaving then you should’ve cleared things up with the people around you and not let all that burden fall onto my shoulders!”

“I sincerely apologize for the harm I’ve caused but I couldn’t-”

“Don’t make excuses and don’t apologize for something you feel no remorse for!” Her hands fell limb to her sides; she was utterly exhausted. “You knew what you were doing…”

He knew all too well what he had done and she was right; as much as it pained him to see her in this state, to know what she had gone through because of him, he was not remorseful. The contract he had struck with himself was clear: Leave the moment someone suspects your identity. He was at a loss for words, for the first time in centuries.

“When I saw you with the Fatui Harbinger I knew it was bad news.” She had turned her back to him, arms wrapped around her waist in comfort. Comfort he wished to provide. “I thought that it was just a coincidence that you weren’t truly scheming with her.” Her shoulders trembled for only a moment before she composed herself again, straightening her back and turning to face him again a new spark in her eyes. “But then I heard you talking and making an agreement, a contract if you must, that I had no knowledge of.”

“I was planning on-”

“Three months! The Fatui said that it had taken her three months to convince you to hand the gnosis over! Did something so big slip your mind for three months, Morax?” The atmosphere worsened at the sound of his true name. A chill ran down his spine at the emotionless mention of his name on her lips. Before, when he imagined telling her the truth, she would call out to him the same way she used to before, the word Morax sweet like honey from her lips. Now it was merely full of venom. “You lied to me for years. You have been lying all this time and when I ask for an explanation you vanish.”

“The contract I struck was destroyed, this is my divine punishment.” He tried reaching out to her, in a moment of human desire, but she flinched away from him, closing more into herself. “I truly apologize for hurting you, I never wanted to come to this but you must understand that my identity came first in every endeavour I had once I became a human.” He reverts back to when she dropped the question, back to the moment his heart sank to his stomach in realisation of what must follow. “When you asked about my gnosis, wanting to know what it was, I had no choice but to leave. If I were to reveal to you who I was then not only would you be in great danger but you would also become a liability. I can not afford that.” He watched as a new emotion shone on her features. Betrayal.

“You thought I would expose you?” Hurt colored her whole face, causing him to panic and grasp her elbows this time pulling her to his chest, burying her head in the crook of his neck. Why does he keep saying the wrong things? “You trust me so little?”

“Heavens no! I trust you with my life, my love. I just didn’t know- didn’t think that I would ever meet someone like you, someone I could truly entrust with something of such importance. That’s why I made the contract.” He tightened his grip, rocking them slowly back and forth. “I’m sorry I left. I shouldn’t have, I know that now. I made you suffer and hurt you deeply, I’m so sorry my love.”

Slowly she reached up behind his back, grasping his tunic and hugging back. He could feel droplets hitting his skin as a slight tremble took over her form. But she didn’t let go.

“I want to go home.” She sniffled, holding on impossibly tight as if he would simply slip through her fingertips, off to another hiding place of his. “Please.”

Slowly, his golden veins started to revert back to their normal state, the skin on his arms taking a beige shade and his eyes losing their goldy glow. In a matter of a few seconds he was once again Zhongli, the funeral parlor employee. Zhongli, the person who would walk through the market tailing his love as she bought necessities for their small home. Zhongli, the one who would take her to a different tea shop every Friday night so they could listen to the different story tellers; only to constantly correct them by whispering the true events in her ear. The Zhongli who fell in love with a human woman. The Zhongli who wanted to give up godhood so he could live the rest of his days by her side. The Zhongli who was just a man. Kissing the top of her head he pushed her off his chest, cupping her cheeks and wiping her tears away gently with his thumb.

“Anything for you, my love.” For the first time, the god of contracts cried.

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Only Us and the Moon

Pairing: Goroux fem!Reader (she/her pronouns)

Summary: A long day in camp is finally rewarded.

A/n: I love him so much but my favorite Inazuma boy is Thoma I can't begin to describe how in love I am with him. Also not proof read because once again I'm too tired to check.

“Teppei, raise your left elbow!” Gorou was exhausted. Training today had taken longer than anticipated making him lose both lunch and dinner causing his stomach to growl non stop. He hadn’t drank any water for the past three hours and his knees were killing him from standing for too long. Today was not a good day. On Top of all else, he had only managed to steal only three kisses from her throughout the whole day; two in the morning and one as he passed by the camp’s infirmary. The lack of affection clawed at his chest making him even more agitated. Today was indeed a terrible day. “Teppei what did I just say?”

A headache began to form from the back of his head and he knew that soon it would spread. He just wanted to go home right now. Fall under the warm fluffy blankets adorning his bed and pull her close to him as possible, hold her to his chest and let her heartbeat lull him to sleep. The revolution seemed more as a chore in this moment rather than a desire. He pinched the bridge of his nose trying to relieve some of the growing pain when he heard it. Rustling from inside one of the tents nearby. He raised an eyebrow, tail stilling as he looked closely at the tent’s entrance.

“Psss!” It was very faint but with his good hearing he caught it immediately. He stayed glued to his spot, hand now on his bow ready to draw it from its spot on his back the moment the person moved. “Pssss!” He heard it again this time louder and… angrier? “Gorou!” The flaps of the tent opened slightly revealing his lover's head poking out, hair disheveled with an exasperated look on her face. He struggled to keep a straight face as he instructed his troops to end training for the day and before he knew it he was inside the tent, a lovestruck smile gracing his features as he took her in.

Her clothes were out of place mainly due to her constant work in the hospital wing, tufts of hair escaping her hairstyle and her shoes untied. She was a mess. Judging by her state she most likely ran here upon hearing he too was inside the camp. He let a laugh escape him but he was quickly cut off by her lips connecting feverishly with his, molding into each other in an all too familiar dance of hearts. He closed his eyes, one arm circling her face while the other cupped her cheek, deepening the kiss in the process. It was too dark in the tent and they stumbled over multiple boxes of supplies before finally landing on a bench, Gorou sitting first and guiding her onto his lap, thighs on either side of him. The kiss was never broken, only deepened as they slowly melted into each other. Every sigh, moan or gasp were swallowed by the mouth of the other until they both had to come up for air, the intensity electrifying the atmosphere. She had her hands cupping his face while he grabbed at her thighs, squeezing the flesh gently yet playfully all the same. “I missed you.” She said, eyes gleaming with unsaid passion and longing. When he first joined the resistance, he was told by Her Highness herself that he were to abandon all his desires in the past. Only the revolution shall live in his heart everlastingly. But now, seeing her look at him with such love and adoration, he couldn't help but admit he failed in that department.

“I missed you too.” And with that he leaned in again, squeezing her thighs a little harsher than expected just to hear her gasp and deepen the kiss. They continued to devour each other until the late hours of the night, only breaking apart for air and to remove a piece of bothersome clothing. And finally, after several hours of fun, they ended up back in their shared home, cuddled up under the blankets with her scratching the areas behind his ears. He kissed the spot over her heart as he went to sleep, whispering an I love you before being knocked out cold from exhaustion.

Today was a horrible day but a wonderful night.