#ayato x reader

[bloomingtorii]

Giving the genshin men farewell kisses before leaving for work? Just add Lohen and then whatever characters you want to write about :>

this is such a cute idea!! thank u for the rq 🤍

a farewell kiss [genshin men]

⋗ ft. ayato, baizhu, cyno, dottore, flins, lohen, neuvillette, pantalone, tighnari ⋗ A/N: im open to making more if there's interest for different characters!

Ayato • Faced with another busy day in front of him, Ayato allows himself a moment of quiet meditation while you help him dress. He’s already memorized your every move, the sequence and general manner, to the point where he can read your mood and condition from the slightest variation. Today, for example, you haven’t slept well. As a result, your movements are a little sluggish and linger, almost as if to tempt him to return to bed with you. His traitorous eyelids feel heavy too, but there is work to be done for both of you. The moment your hands settle on the lapels of his jacket, Ayato opens his eyes and smiles gently at you. Your kiss, too, lasts longer than is usual and he relishes in the small luxury. Once in a blue moon he indulges in the softness of it and pulls you close, his lips pressed against your temple in reverent show of gratitude before he departs for the day.

Baizhu • More often than not, Baizhu lets himself be coaxed out of bed by your lips. He’s already awake by the time he feels the bed dip as you move closer and sigh, fondly, dare he say even lovingly. You kiss the top of his head first, then his forehead. He feels your frown when you feel that he’s feverish, but after many arguments and promises made, you’ve found ways to compromise with each other. So your lips find his closed eyelids, the touch soft and fleeting. Then the tip of his nose, then, at last, his lips. He returns the kiss, finally revealing he’s awake, and pulls you closer. Baizhu makes you entice all his ailments out of him too, only sharing if he’s rewarded with a kiss for each confession. And in turn, once you join him later in the pharmacy, he returns every kiss for the breakfast and medicine you prepared for him.

Cyno • So you’ve stunned the great General Mahamatra. Cyno’s slowly blinking at you, the sun that just began to dawn barely peeking out over the horizon. You chuckle, pinching his cheek gently but he won’t let you turn away when you try. Not after you refused to give him his kiss, stating it’d be too sweet, bugs would swarm all over you. The look in his eyes is pure, unfiltered devotion. He pulls you close by the waist, slow but firm, and captures your lips softly. It’s not the first time he’s taken your breath away with a kiss, but it’s been a while since the butterflies in your stomach were this energetic. It’s a sweet promise of more to come once Cyno returns when the moon replaces the sun in the sky. You can wait until then, perhaps thinking of more ways to surprise him in the mornings.

Dottore • Every morning, the universe rolls a dice. Or perhaps Zandik has installed something inside his creations that makes the choice and syncs across the segments. You’re always there, present, and as embarrassing as it sometimes feels, eager and willing. Not always do they take advantage of it, but if one does, all of them do. Dottore always comes first, hovering around you, gravitating closer until you cautiously cup his face. It’s a dance you both know well, what angle he needs to turn his head so that the beak of his mask doesn’t stab you. His hands squeeze your waist tightly, lingering even if the kiss itself is short. And the process repeats as the segments start coming into the lab. Eighteen and Eight avoid you, eyeing you warily as you at least give them a wave. Twenty-five’s kiss is short at first, then, hesitantly, he steals another one. You let him every time. Forty-five could pass for Dottore himself if it wasn’t for the short moment of him leaning into you, his arm wrapping fully around your waist. Sixty-five approaches slowly, almost hesitantly, time after time, no matter how many times you palm his cheek and press a kiss to his mask with words of encouragement that he has no reason to be shy. He chuckles, then the tip of his beak brushes against your own cheek in return. And finally everyone is off to work on their experiments, to work on the drafts of their proposals. Or - seeking you out again because Dottore needs your assistance, away from the bustle of the others.

Flins • A blessing, a prayer, a good luck charm. That’s what Flins calls the gentle pressure of your lips against his before he leaves. Short, experimental, as if you’re both making sure the other is real. It never ends with just one, and the second carries more names. A plea, an insistence, an order. It lingers, you breathe each other’s air, wrapped in a bubble that holds you apart from the world - he should stay, he needs to return, he will return. You never part for long, the third, the fourth- times blurs, the world stops turning. The only thing that’s real is your lips against Flins’. With growing desperation you grab onto his clothes and he fights with himself to only carefully lay his hands on your waist and hold you, not too strongly, not too possessively. He has no right to, not if he’s leaving you on a mission that will leave you here as if abandoned. His hand sometimes comes up to his lips after he’s gone, remembering the tenderness of your kiss.

Lohen • Rise and shine, he always says. Whispers, perhaps, would be a more accurate description of the sound Lohen makes as he creeps through the house. Would a doctor recommend such a high level of adrenaline right after waking up? You’ll never know because you’ll never admit to anyone that each morning you take turns playing the hunter and the prey with your beloved. Practice makes perfect, and you both need to be able to jump into action even if awoken in the middle of the night. You woke up first today, and so it’s your turn to hide, and you’re the one catching your beloved off guard and tripping him, pinning him to the ground. He chuckles, pride shining in his eyes despite the new bruise on his ego. As the loser, Lohen gets to make breakfast. Really making me work for it today, he teases and doesn’t stop. Eventually, it gets to the point where it’s easier to kiss him just to shut him up.

Neuvillette • Routines are sacred to Neuvillette. And once he’s gotten used to receiving a kiss before he leaves for work, going back stopped being an option. So it’s an issue when you sleep in, the dragon facing a torturous dilemma - he needs to leave, because his duty is equally as sacred, but the unrest in his chest feels painful. He scolds himself for such childish behavior, all the while hypnotizing your sleeping form to wake. You don’t, perhaps you would if he truly tried but how could he gaze at you with anything besides adoration? He gives up eventually, leaving the house disgruntled after plating a soft kiss to the top of your head. Neuvillette’s focus doesn’t falter despite the trembling heart in his chest as hours pass and he waits and waits. He wouldn’t drop everything once he sees you, but he would be willing to excuse himself from a lot of situations. He doesn’t rush, dignified as the Iudex needs to be, and he pulls you into a private corner to finally, finally receive his morning kiss.

Pantalone • You rise with him long before dawn, stirred awake by his hand stroking leisurely up and down your side. He doesn’t urge you, Pantalone never does, but he never has to. After all, it is a privilege you readily take advantage of, to be the first one in the day to strike a deal with the great regrator. You draw closer to him, raising on your forearms - and sometimes it’s enough. Sometimes he leans down to meet your lips, other times he makes you sit up and climb into his lap to claim the kiss. There’s precious little time before the heart of gold of the world starts beating in earnest, yet the morning of the exchange is never rushed. As for the night, well, even though it’s Pantalone upholding his part of the deal to you, you have little control over how it is carried out. Benevolent as he is towards you, however, if he takes too long to return the kiss once you’re both back in your chambers, he lets you collect interest as well.

Tighnari • Mornings used to be difficult but they aren’t anymore. The forest beckons you alive, waking with sunrise and so do you. Tighnari is already awake, nudging you to abandon dreamland. The time before you both have to leave for the day is gentle, time passing slowly while you sip tea together and share a meal. Your legs tangle together as you talk about your plans for the day. He makes you remember the route he’ll be patrolling, the same as he remembers where you’re going. You know it’s for your safety, yet there are times he randomly surprises you - should you do the same, he’ll scold you first despite his ears and tail betraying his real feelings. The time comes for you to part and Tighnari is already waiting by the door. His lips meet yours slowly, savouring his fix for the day. His forehead rests against yours for a moment, his nose rubs against yours. In the evening, you’ll be waiting for him here just like he does in the morning.

[nevermoraa]

My Savior (Kamisato Ayato X Fem!Noble Reader)

Chapter 11 (Finale)

Content Warnings for All Chapters: Fem AFAB terms, she/her pronouns and y/n used to refer to reader, no skin color/eye color/hair color or texture mentioned, contains spoilers for the Inazuma archon quests, slightly ooc Ayato but generally lore accurate (sweet to his loved ones, manipulative and mysterious to the general public and other officials), Ayato uses nicknames for reader including ‘daarin’ (Japanese for ‘darling’)/my love/dear/etc., descriptions of emotional/verbal/physical abuse from y/n’s parents (I needed these parents unforgivable so it’s kinda inaccurate sorry gang, I also originally wrote this fic when I was 14 and didn’t like my parents but they def weren’t abusive so I don’t have actual experience. BEFORE YOU PANIC, NONE OF THE SMUT WAS WRITTEN BY 14 YEAR OLD ME, IT WAS WRITTEN BY 18 YEAR OLD ME. Anyways, enjoy some Wattpad ass parental abuse…), mentions of attempted drugging and miscarriage but no actual instances of them happening, descriptions of injuries/violence/blood, and mentions of having children (no descriptions of pregnancy or birth).

Chapter Specific NSFW CW: First time/wedding night, pnv sex, f!receiving oral, mentions of pregnancy/breeding kink, generally very vanilla and fluffy, Ayato is very attentive and caring but somewhat inexperienced, he did his research tho y’all 👁️👄👁️, minimal description of Ayato’s or reader’s genitalia to allow you to imagine for yourself. Children montage at the end because domestic family fluff is cute, yall🥹

Chapter WC: 4.2k

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A gentle breeze swept past the Grand Narukami Shrine and the wedding chimes swayed and rang with delicate melodies. The sun shined brightly and the sakura blooms were everywhere, adorning the shrine with their pink glow. Small lights twinkled along the tree branches, candles and elemental charms on the ground to enhance the magical atmosphere. A grand stage was set up near the Sacred Sakura tree, and chairs were lined up in the area for those invited to the auspicious occasion. Kameras had been ordered specially from Fontaine to capture this heartfelt moment in an eternal memory for future generations to see.

Back at the Kamisato estate, the groom, Kamisato Ayato was getting ready with the help of Thoma and Kujou Kamaji, who had both insisted upon helping him every step of the way for a wedding this important. Ayato looked at himself in the mirror, his amethyst eyes twinkling with happiness beyond measure. Finally, today was the day he would wed his love and make her his wife. It felt so surreal. He finally felt true happiness after all these years since the death of his parents. Today though, he could just feel elated. He knew his parents were watching him. If you had been able to meet, he knew they would have adored you. He took one last look at his white and blue grand Hakama, woven with the finest of silk and real gold threads. He made sure his hair was right and all the fabric layers were smooth before walking out to the front room.

“My lord, it’s about time we head to the shrine, the guests have all almost arrived. Oh, and before I forget to tell you, I put the bottle you requested on your nightstand and don’t forget about the fruit,” he heard Thoma say, snapping him out of his trance.

He blushes, but smiles wide and nods as excitement fills his heart.

“Yes, let us head to the shrine. I’m ready.”

Inside Yae Miko’s personal residence in the Shrine, you were getting ready with the help of Ayaka, Chisato, Miko, and Ei. Ever since the day had begun, the smile on your face had never once faltered. Now, as you watched yourself get adorned with fabric and jewels of all kinds, your heart fluttered uncontrollably. Today was the day you’d finally become Kamisato Y/N, at the same time becoming one with your beloved. To say that you were looking ethereal would be an understatement. Upon your request, you had painted the design for your own kimono, incorporating within it some precious symbols for your love. Ayato made absolutely sure the fabric matched your painting perfectly. Amethyst and blue threads were used over a shining white silk, along with gold threads used for your sleeves. You wore jewelry made of precious stones from all the seven nations of Teyvat, and yet they could not outshine your beauty. You let your natural hair flow freely down your back, only held back from the front using ornate pins with a few loose strands falling delicately on your face. Miko had also done a very light makeup look on you, just something to enhance your natural looks.

“Oh my, I must say, that Yashiro rascal surely struck gold with you. Look at you, such a beautiful girl. Are you sure you still want to marry him, hmm?,” Miko’s sly voice teased you, making you laugh while the others let out an exasperated sigh.

“Miko!” Ei spoke, surprised by her words.

“Oh hush Ei, you need to learn to take jokes! So yes my dear, my question still stands.”

You giggled again, looking at the women in your company.

“Yes, I definitely want to marry him. I cannot imagine being anyone else’s wife.”

Ayaka smiles so much at your words, coming to give you a big hug.

“I'm sure Brother feels the same way. He’s definitely going to cry once he sees you, you look stunning!!”

You smiled shyly, holding her hands.

“Thank you Ayaka, after all the credit for my look goes to all of you! You know, maybe soon we will have another wedding to attend and I’ll get to help you get ready~,” you quipped.

Seeing the way Ayaka’s face flushed, her cheeks turning pink made your smile brighten. A few days ago, Thoma and Ayaka had admitted to both you and Ayato about their love. The way Thoma had seemed so nervous and scared had made both of you laugh, since we’re definitely already aware of the fact that they liked each other. It’s not like they were subtle. Ayato hastily gave his blessings to the two of them and Thoma had spent the last few days courting Ayaka. Ever since then, their love had only blossomed more with each passing day.

A knock interrupted the joyful conversation, as a shrine maiden’s voice spoke.

“Lady Guuji, the groom and his men have arrived and so have all the guests. The ceremony can start, all the preparations have been done.”

Your heartbeat quickened as excitement and nervousness overpowered your senses. It was finally happening, you couldn’t believe it!

“Well then, it is time Miko and I go outside. We will be awaiting your arrival,” Ei spoke, and you watched the two of them leave to go start the ceremony.

“Oh my, I cannot believe it’s finally time,” you said, feeling every emotion that was humanly possible in your heart.

Ayaka squeezed your hand reassuringly, her excitement being evident.

“Oh don’t you worry about a single thing, it’s going to be absolutely perfect!”

Everyone stood up in respect as the Electro Archon and Guuji Yae entered the place, standing near the Sacred Sakura tree, where Ayato stood. He bowed deeply in respect, somehow retaining his calm composure despite how emotional he felt at the present moment.

“You all may take your seats. Today, we will observe the joyous occasion of the union of two souls. Those who love each other wholly and whose love will be eternal. With my blessings, let the marriage between the Yashiro Commissioner, Kamisato Ayato and Hiragi Y/N commence!” the Shogun proclaimed, everyone clapping in response.

Miko smiled, summoning her electro totems to activate the Sacred Sakura’s power.

“Well then, shall we have the bride come out?”

Ayato’s heart skipped a beat. Immediately, he cast his eyes towards the entrance longing to see you. At that very moment, you stepped outside with Ayaka behind you, walking slowly towards the altar. Ayato gasped softly, his eyes welling up with crystalline tears. You looked so beautiful, so perfect, so…oh he simply did not have words anymore. No language in the world could describe your beauty and he could feel himself falling in love with you all over again. Time stood still, everyone else in this place disappeared into nothingness as his eyes were stuck only on you. His beloved, his pride and joy, his soon-to-be wife. He did not care if anyone saw him cry because right now he had absolutely no control over his tears. If anything, it only showed he was truly a man who loved you and there was nothing wrong with that. He had the biggest smile you’d ever seen while they fell from his eyes. As you reached closer to Ayato, you finally looked up at him and swore to the celestial gods above that your heart truly stopped for a moment. He looked so handsome, so ethereal, so elegant. But what made you truly fall in love even more was the way his eyes shined with emotion. You knew people were looking at him, kameras capturing every moment, but he did not shy away from showing his vulnerable side when you were in front of him. You blushed, as you held the hand he had extended for you, finally taking your rightful place in front of him.

“My love, you look so beautiful. Words cannot describe how much I adore you,” his deep voice whispered into your ears, making you smile even wider.

“I do not need your words my love, your eyes are more than enough to express every emotion.”

Ayato held onto your hand with so much care, never wanting to let go. Ayaka stood beside Thoma, tears in her eyes while he comforted her. This day was truly so joyful for everyone. Yae Miko performed the rituals and prayers for the two of you and you both received blessings from the Shogun, bowing deeply in front of her. She placed her hands on both your heads as voice softly reached you two.

“You have my blessings. May your love be eternal and prevail through all the difficulties life may present to you. I give you strength to overcome everything and hope that your lives will be filled with love and happiness with each other by your side.”

You thanked her, and then stood in front of Ayato, holding his hands. It was now time for the vows, and as per custom, it was Ayato’s turn to speak first.

“Y/N, your love gives me hope for a beautiful life. While I am with you and while I am away, the affect of your soul gives me incredible joy. You make me a better man. You see my flaws, you accept them, you love them, and you help me to grow better every day. You have proven that you would give your life for me, as I would do in a heartbeat for you in return. My life was forever entangled with yours from the moment I laid eyes on you. I promise to be there to catch you if you should ever stumble, carry you over every threshold, and fall in love with you every day. My dreams are your dreams and I’ll build everything around you. Y/N, I love you with all my heart and I vow to love you and only you all my life. I take you with honor and pride to be my wife, my better half for eternity.”

This time, it was your turn to cry. His words filled your heart until it was overflowing. Seeing as it was your turn, you took a deep breath, looking directly into his eyes, speaking each word with utmost sincerity and love.

“Ayato, being with you and having you as my life partner is the biggest honor. Every single day when I wake up next to you, I thank my destiny for having given me a man as precious as you. My love for you knows no bounds and I’d do anything to see you smile and to keep you happy. I promise to always love you, to always support you, and to stand by your side through whatever might happen to either of us. I will hold your hand and guide you out of any darkness just the way you did for me a year ago. You are my first, last, and only love. You are the man I will choose to love in every life and every timeline. You are my hope, my inspiration, and my pride. I take you to be my husband, to be my better half for eternity.”

Ayato’s eyes welled with tears all over again as he held your hands tighter. How was it even possible for someone to love him so much? He never knew that one day he’d find a love like this. Even Miko was getting emotional because of your vows, as she now spoke softly.

“Then I hereby declare you husband and wife. From this day forth, you both shall be known as Lord Kamisato Ayato and Lady Kamisato Y/N. Ayato, you may kiss your bride.”

Ayato now displayed a lovesick toothy grin, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you closer, kissing you ever so passionately. At that very moment, fireworks erupted into the sky, custom made by Naganohara. You relished the feeling of Ayato’s lips against yours. The Sacred Sakura shed its petals on you both and your visions glowed together, elemental powers merging together to create delicate strings of water and ice around you both. Ayato pulled away to effortlessly lift you up and embrace you tightly, so close you could feel his heart beating against your ears.

“I love you so much, daarin, my beautiful wife...”

“I love you too, Ayato. My savior...”

-Time Skip + Smut Beyond This Point-

Back at the Kamisato Estate, you began the process of removing all the layers of clothing and accessories adorning your body. Ayato, only being in his hakama, didn’t take very long to change into something more comfortable. To your complete shock, this attire happened to be loose silk pants and absolutely zero shirt. You couldn’t take your eyes off of his carefully carved body from the reflection of your mirror. One thing that surprised you was that he had a small tattoo of the Kamisato crest on his rib cage, as you had heard tattoos were usually reserved for gang members, not noblemen. Being so attentive, he noticed your gaze on him immediately and made his way slowly over to you.

“Like what you see so far, my dear?”

“Well, yes of course I do. Anything that’s yours, I like. I’m especially curious about the tattoo.”

“Oh, this? Yes dear, I got this after my parents passed to remind myself where I came from. To never forget the wishes they had for the clan while also carving my own path.”

As he finished speaking, he noticed you struggling with a tie on the back of your dress.

“Please, allow me to help you with that,” he said politely.

He carefully undid it and slid the garment off. All that remained on your body was a thin slip and Ayato quickly took advantage of the exposed skin by peppering kisses all over your neck and shoulders. He truly couldn’t get enough of you, and your body was no different.

“Is this okay, daarin? I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, you’re fine I promise. Please, keep going.”

He turns you around away from the mirror and looks at you.

“I know you’re probably tired after today, so we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

You grab his biceps firmly, before saying, “I have waited a very long time for this, my love. I want this. I want you.”

“Alright then, just please let me know if I’m making you uncomfortable at all.”

He lifts your slip above your head from the bottom, discarding it somewhere he couldn’t see before carefully backing you into the edge of the bed. You feel his strong arms slowly lower you down onto the pillows before righting himself back up. As you lay there bare, you watched him untie the silk pants, revealing his cock. He saw you looking curiously if a little worried, and promptly decided it was his duty and desire to comfort you.

“Hey look here, my love. I promise I won’t hurt you. I’ll go really slow and I’ll prepare you well first.”

With that, he bends over the bed and begins to kiss up your leg. He travels further, kissing your hips and thighs with nothing but reverence. He keeps going up and up to your lovely soft breasts, squeezing and kissing them softly before moving to your neck. His hands reach down to your thighs and spread your legs gently, giving in to the action and relaxing to the touch of your husband’s hands. Your breath hitched, partially with the awkwardness of a new sensation and also because this man just got you so gosh darn hot and bothered.

“Relax, my love. Let me take care of you.”

His slender fingers parted your lips carefully and began to rub slow circles on your clit. An unfamiliar feeling quickly spread across your whole body, utter pleasure tingling on every nerve. After a small while he began to speed up, but stopped every once in a while to collect more of your growing wetness.

“A-Ayato, that feels really good.”

“Amazing, my love. I’m glad you’re enjoying my efforts.”

You’re tempted to chuckle at his antics, but find yourself too distracted by the feeling of his fingers on you. He was so skilled and confident you truly felt like you were in uncharted waters. You’re a lost boat and he’s a lighthouse, guiding you to a place you’d never dared to go.

“Can you please speed up?”

“Your wish is my command, dear.”

So he did. Gods above, it felt amazing, however you couldn’t help but think in the back of your mind that you were ignoring your husband’s needs.

“Ayato, go ahead and put it in. I’m not afraid, I’m ready.”

“Are you absolutely sure? I would never want to hurt you. I’ve never done this before either.”

“Don’t worry, dear. I trust you. We will take care of each other.”

“Alright then, whatever my queen wants…”

Carefully, he reached over to his nightstand and plucked a small bottle off of it.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, just something I asked Thoma to make me as a wedding gift. He said it helps relieve some of the pain and heighten the sensitivity of your nerves.”

You blushed, realizing he had been thinking about this moment for as long as you had and he cared enough about your comfort to have his childhood best friend and closest companion make lube for you. How embarrassing, but sweet. He carefully squeezed some of the substance out onto both himself and you, making sure to spread it as evenly as possible. The added sensation and movement made you slightly squirm which he took notice to, and promptly kept going as he proceeded. Finally, he lined himself up with your entrance and slowly began to push inside. The stretch was so foreign and mildly uncomfortable, but not painful at all due to how much he prepared you. Once he was all the way in, he stopped for a moment to relish the feeling of you around him and give you time to adjust to his size.

“Daarin, you feel absolutely heavenly,” he said with a breathy, deep voice.

“You do too, ‘Yato…”

“Hmm, you’ve never called me that before, but I think I like it. A lot. Is it okay if I start moving now, my love?”

“Please, please do. I can’t wait any longer.”

He begins a slow but steady pace, deliciously rubbing against every inch of you. More than anything, finally getting to connect with him in this deeper way was the best feeling. You didn’t think you’d ever get enough, but then he braced his head on your shoulder. His pace got gradually faster and his thrusts a little more uneven, breathing in your ear and making little grunts. You felt something tightening in your core that you couldn’t describe, but you wanted to chase more of this feeling.

“You feel too good, I’m afraid I won’t last much longer.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“But it’s barely been 2 minutes, dear.”

“I’m sorry, my love but you feel too good I can’t help myself but let go.”

Then came the strangest sensation you’d ever experienced. Not bad, but you felt so full and he was twitching inside you. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes back at the feeling. He softly groaned, every muscle in his body tensed, and then he went limp on top of you. You gently ran your nails along the back of his neck and up his scalp. Nothing made you happier than your husband taking comfort in your body.

Just as he was getting relaxed he realized, how could he let himself enjoy the final pleasures of this experience together without you also getting to. Guilt set in as he panicked to take care of your needs.

“Oh my, dear, I almost forgot. I must do my husbandly duties. This just won’t do.”

He begins to kiss down your neck, traveling to your breasts, then your stomach, seeming to take extra time to kiss that specific area.

“I hope you don’t mind my lack of resolve, but you would look just beautiful with our little child in here.”

You chuckle heartily.

“Hey, ‘Yato. I’d be honored to have our children,” you said as you reached down to hold his face in your hands.

He smiles as he continues to kiss down to your thighs, then he suddenly hones in on your clit, softly licking circles into the sensitive bud.

“Woah, that feels really strange.”

He stops.

“I’m so sorry, my love, I didn’t mean t-“

“No, no I mean it feels good please keep going,” you said as you pulled his head back toward you with haste.

“Whatever you say…”

He continues the maneuvers with his tongue, speeding up as he sees your reactions get more intense. It felt like your body was on fire in the best possible way and you didn’t know what release felt like but you could tell you were getting close. All of a sudden he reached that perfect speed and pressure and you felt a crashing, tingling wave of adrenaline run throughout your whole body. You couldn’t stop yourself from twitching a little as he kept going to bring you through. It was more amazing than anything you’d ever felt and your dear husband was incredibly skilled for having never done this before. As you relaxed, he removed himself from between your legs to retrieve a warm damp towel and your pajamas. Carefully, he wiped you clean, making sure not to exacerbate your sensitive state and then he cleaned himself off before tossing the rag into his laundry. He gently replaced your clothes and his pants, then climbed into bed right next to you. You, his beautiful wife. Silent, limp on the sheets, heartbeat still racing, eyes closed with a soft smile on your face, all because of him. Finally though, you said something.

“Wherever did you learn to do all that, anyways?”

“Well uhhhhh…I’ll admit, I had to request Ayaka to give me a few lessons on what to do tonight, but she thankfully took it in stride and gave me some tips. It’s not as though I could ask anyone else and I really didn’t want to hurt you.”

“What did she tell you?”

“She said to go slow, she drew me a diagram of where to touch and where not to touch. Oh and uhhhhhh…I may have practiced too.”

“What do you mean ‘practiced’, love?”

“Um, on a lavender melon…”

“AYATO, WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU VIOLATED THAT POOR FRUIT?!?!”

“My dear, I promise I just wanted to make sure I got it right for you. Thoma said it may be hard to not scratch you with my teeth, so I tried to eat the melon with only my lips and tongue. My intentions were good I assure you and this was done in the private confines of my office. No one else can know, I would simply die of embarrassment and we definitely can’t have that.”

“Of course not. Well I guess what matters is that it worked and that my husband cares about me…” and with that you nuzzled into his side, completely spent from the day.

He chuckled at your words, pulling you closer.

“I love you,” he whispered

“I love you too, ‘Yato.”

-Time Skip (A Few Years)-

After a long day of work, you took the evening and sat with Ayato on a bench in the courtyard, a soft autumn breeze blowing in your hair. You couldn’t help but take in a big relieving breath, your nose filled with the smell of dusty leaves and otogi wood. Ayama and Ayase were playing in the sand, usually perfectly raked. Now the immaculate patterns had been completely ruined by the children’s roughhousing and sand covered their light periwinkle hair.

“You know, you two are going to have to go explain to Mr. Thoma why this is messed up later.”

“We know, we know mama. We’ll help him fix it, we promise. We’re 6 now, we’re responsible,” Ayama replied.

“Let me help you with that,” Ayato said, kissing you on the forehead before standing up to make his way over to his children.

He put his hands carefully at the top of the handle while letting both of them put their hands on the lower part. Slowly he helped them move the rake in a circle to recreate the previous pattern. You just watched as they worked and couldn’t resist swooning a little. Your husband was such a wonderful dad to your little family. Sitting in this lovely weather watching them was every woman’s dream and it was your reality. Life was good. You knew you would all be safe and cared for as long as you had Ayato around and he certainly wasn’t planning on going anywhere. Not when he had everything he ever wanted right here in this courtyard.

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My Savior (Kamisato Ayato X Fem!Noble Reader)

Chapter 10

Content Warnings for All Chapters: Fem AFAB terms, she/her pronouns and y/n used to refer to reader, no skin color/eye color/hair color or texture mentioned, contains spoilers for the Inazuma archon quests, slightly ooc Ayato but generally lore accurate (sweet to his loved ones, manipulative and mysterious to the general public and other officials), Ayato uses nicknames for reader including ‘daarin’ (Japanese for ‘darling’)/my love/dear/etc., descriptions of emotional/verbal/physical abuse from y/n’s parents (I needed these parents unforgivable so it’s kinda inaccurate sorry gang, I also originally wrote this fic when I was 14 and didn’t like my parents but they def weren’t abusive so I don’t have actual experience. BEFORE YOU PANIC, NONE OF THE SMUT WAS WRITTEN BY 14 YEAR OLD ME, IT WAS WRITTEN BY 18 YEAR OLD ME. Anyways, enjoy some Wattpad ass parental abuse…), mentions of attempted drugging and miscarriage but no actual instances of them happening, descriptions of injuries/violence/blood, and mentions of having children (no descriptions of pregnancy or birth).

Chapter WC: 2k

Author’s Note: YAYYY GANG WE ALMOST DONE! I hope you’re enjoying everything, please enjoy!

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Four days had passed, with both you and Ayato recovering well. News of the attack on Lord Kamisato and his fiancé had been leaked to the public and all of Inazuma was shocked that someone had tried to kill you both. Bins upon bins of letters had arrived at the estate from well wishing, concerned citizens who offered hope and prayers to you both for a speedy recovery. You and Ayato were so grateful, and made it a point to thank the public once you both were healed, and thus given the green light by Lady Kokomi to carry out your duties again. She had been taking care of you both tirelessly, day and night. In the time you spent together, you had become a very good friend of hers, being very much alike in many aspects. When news of the attack had reached the rest of the Hiiragi household, a very worried Chisato had immediately visited you along with Kamaji. They both vowed to help you in any way needed, the favor of course also extended to Ayato. They were shocked that your parents could never let you have true peace in your life. They really thought they had put the last of them behind the whole clan.

It was honestly overwhelming how much love and support you both had been receiving and you were eternally grateful for it. Currently, you were seated at the long table in the courtyard of the estate along with Ayato enjoying a cup of tea. Your head rested against his shoulder and you smiled as he placed soft kisses on your forehead every now and then. The peaceful silence was broken by Thoma, who approached you accompanied by the Raiden Shogun and Yae Miko.

“My Lord, my lady. Her Excellency and Lady Guuji have arrived to visit you both.”

You and Ayato stood up, bowing in respect.

“Almighty Shogun, Lady Yae Miko, it is an honor to have your presence at our humble estate,” You said softly, making Miko laugh while the Shogun smiled to your surprise.

“Oh sweet child, drop the formalities. Ei and I are here as friends to check up on you, not stress you out!”

You were flustered at her words, shaking your head.

“Oh- no, your presence would never stress us out!”

Taking pity on you, the Shogun smiled.

“Oh don’t listen to Miko, she’s simply poking fun at you. But I agree, you can both relax. Just call me Ei.”

Keeping your surprise concealed, both you and Ayato smiled, nodding at her words.

“Well, how are your injuries doing? All those days ago when I had found you both in the forest, your conditions were critical. I was shocked that you were still alive from the looks of your wounds.”

“It is all thanks to your help that our lives were saved, Almighty Sho- I mean, Ei. We are also of course eternally grateful to Lady Kokomi. She has been tending to our wounds and making sure that we heal quickly.” Ayato spoke, while his uninjured arm was gently wrapped around your waist.

Ei nodded at his words.

“That is good to hear. I also noticed that there were two cryo avatars there trying to fend off the last of the enemies. If my assumption is correct, was it her elemental power?”

“Yes, I gained a vision that night while protecting Ayato.”

“Hm? Cryo avatars you say? My my, I would certainly like to see that. Y/N, be a dear and summon them for us, would you?”

Yae’s amusement was obvious, but you obliged.

“Of course.”

You took a few steps away from them, summoning your elemental ability.

“Companions of cryo, come forth!”

Everyone looked in awe as your two avatars floated in front of you, each holding a spear. Not spotting any enemies, they bowed their heads. One stood with you and the other beside Ayato, both in a protective stance. Ayato’s heart skipped a beat, realizing that your power’s instinct was to protect him. The realization, naturally, made him smile like a fool.

“Oh? I see that your avatars are holding a spear. Is that the weapon you use?,” Ei asked out of curiosity as you walked closer to them again.

Nodding at her words sheepishly, you quickly responded.

“Ah, yes, although I only began learning a little over a month ago. My skills are nowhere near perfection, and I still have a long way to go.”

“I will teach you,” she said with conviction.

Everyone gasped at Ei’s words. She had never before offered to personally train someone.

“Oh my. I didn’t know you were offering classes in your free time Ei~” Miko’s sly voice teased, and in return she received a half-hearted glare.

“Miko…”

The sly fox only giggled at her warning, pouting playfully.

“Are you sure? I know as the Archon you’re extremely busy.”

Ei only chuckled.

“Oh the Shogun is busy, but I am not.”

You and Ayato looked at each other, completely perplexed.

“I’m afraid we don’t understand.”

“It is of the utmost importance that you keep what I’m about to say a secret. You see, the Raiden Shogun, whose presence is more authoritative than I, is a puppet created to avoid erosion and seek eternity for Inazuma. I have placed my consciousness in my Plane of Euthymia. I exist independently of the puppet there and I can meditate or train. That is where I will train you, so you can avoid injuries, while the Shogun can carry on with her duties. I wish to train you because I see great potential in your abilities and as the future wife of the Yashiro Commissioner, you must be strong so as to avoid any situation like this in the future. I am aware that Ayato is a skilled swordsman, so I intend on making you a skilled polearm user with moves to complement his fighting style and fill in his weaknesses.”

“Hey! What weaknesses?!?,” Ayato teases and everyone laughs heartily.

Laughter IS the best medicine as they say. You bid Ei and Miko farewell and head back into the house for dinner.

-Time skip-

The cold autumn breeze blew through the streets of Inazuma City and you watched as excited children ran around with glee, playing and catching the falling maple leaves. You smiled at the sight, noticing the lively markets brimming with customers, vendors selling all kinds of delicacies and ornaments. As you walked towards your home, your mind couldn’t help but wander to how your life used to be. From barely being able to go outside to the luckiest woman in all of Teyvat now wandering around a market in the city, despite all that had gone wrong. A year had passed by now since you had met Ayato and became his fiancé, and about 6 months since the Shogun had been training you. With her help, you had grown to be one of the fiercest fighters in Inazuma, only topped by the highest ranking soldiers and the Shogun herself of course. She knew she could never tell him to his face, but you could even beat Ayato in sparring, she was sure of it. Today was the day. Ei told you that your training was now completed and she was incredibly proud of your growth. She would never tell this to anyone, but deep down inside, you reminded her of her sister, Makoto with your grace while in combat. You both had formed a great friendship too, and you couldn’t be happier. Your life was perfect.

As you entered the Kamisato Estate that evening, you frowned, seeing it deserted. That’s strange, you thought. Where was everyone? You walked further inside, worry filling your heart slowly but surely. Maybe someone had attacked the house. Maybe Ayato was in danger again.

“Ayato? Ayaka? Thoma? Where are all of you?”

All of a sudden, a deep soothing voice whispered in your ear like the finest melody you had ever heard. He hugged you from behind, the lights on turning on to reveal all your friends and loved ones.

“Happy Birthday, my beloved.”

A big smile adorned your face, lighting it up as you felt your heart melt. In front of you stood Ayaka, Thoma, and Chisato. Everyone was surrounding a table on which a beautiful cake was set, decorated with your favorite flowers. You turned around to face your sweet lover, cheeks blushing pink as you hugged him back.

“Thank you so much!”

He held you close, inhaling your sweet scent and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Come on, daarin, we have much planned for your special day.”

You pulled back, giving him a grateful smile as you went to greet everyone else. Thoma and Ayaka had prepared a big feast together, while Ayato himself had decorated the house for you.

You felt so loved and cherished, and if today was a dream, then you never wanted it to end. But you knew it wasn’t a dream. Meeting Ayato has been the best thing to ever happen to you. Once your birthdays went unnoticed and uncelebrated. Now, your wildest dreams from that dark, lonely house have turned into your reality. There was a long time when you thought that you’d never be free and then Ayato walked into your life, effortlessly changing it for the better.

As the joyful evening progressed, everyone showered you with gifts, but of course, your beloved managed to outdo everyone else. Ayato walked towards you, holding a polearm in his hands. The moment you laid eyes on that weapon, you instantly felt connected to it. It was so delicately crafted with beautiful shining steel, yet had a blade so sharp that it could cut through anything with a single slash. Ayato shocked you by getting on one knee in respect, bowed his head, and handed you the polearm.

“This is my gift for you, my beloved. A weapon I had made specially for you. It is made from the same material used in my sword. In it, I have infused my own hydro. Our weapons are connected, just like us. You are the strongest fighter among us, so to honor you, I wish to give you this weapon which will be summoned upon your command and follow your movements effortlessly.”

You picked up the polearm and the moment you did so, your cryo vision immediately resonated with it. You felt so powerful. It was the most beautiful weapon you had ever seen, elegant yet deadly just like you. Using your powers, you kept it away and you hugged Ayato tightly.

Later that night, you sat on the bed, looking out the window while waiting for Ayato to change into comfortable clothes.

“What is it that has occupied your mind, my love?”

You smiled hearing his voice, making you stand up as you made your way over to him.

“It is always you who occupies my mind, Ayato.”

He chuckled softly, hugging you close to him, brushing your hair away from your face. “Is that so? Well I am glad, for you are also always in my thoughts, in my mind, and in my heart.”

You blushed, cupping his cheek softly, caressing the mole below his lips.

“It feels so unreal at times. I cannot fathom how beautiful my life has become.”

Ayato leans down, delicately kissing your lips, silencing all your thoughts with his simple action.

“You deserve all the joy this world has to offer, daarin. You are so precious to me and to all of Inazuma.”

Ayato pulls you impossibly closer, resting his forehead against yours. His thumbs rub softly on your waist, and his next words were perhaps the ones you had been silently waiting to hear for a long time, and they simply made your heart flutter.

“Marry me, my beloved. I cannot wait any longer, I wish to make you my wife. Let us wed and celebrate our union for the rest of eternity.”

Ayato saw your eyes shine with happiness, your lips curving into the most beautiful smile, one that made his entire being light up in joy. It felt as if fireworks were set off in his world, filling it with beautiful lights. You hugged him, resting your head against his chest to listen to the calming melody of his beating heart.

“Yes, let us get married. I want to be yours.”

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My Savior (Kamisato Ayato x Fem!Noble Reader)

Chapter 9

Content Warnings for All Chapters: Fem AFAB terms, she/her pronouns and y/n used to refer to reader, no skin color/eye color/hair color or texture mentioned, contains spoilers for the Inazuma archon quests, slightly ooc Ayato but generally lore accurate (sweet to his loved ones, manipulative and mysterious to the general public and other officials), Ayato uses nicknames for reader including ‘daarin’ (Japanese for ‘darling’)/my love/dear/etc., descriptions of emotional/verbal/physical abuse from y/n’s parents (I needed these parents unforgivable so it’s kinda inaccurate sorry gang, I also originally wrote this fic when I was 14 and didn’t like my parents but they def weren’t abusive so I don’t have actual experience. BEFORE YOU PANIC, NONE OF THE SMUT WAS WRITTEN BY 14 YEAR OLD ME, IT WAS WRITTEN BY 18 YEAR OLD ME. Anyways, enjoy some Wattpad ass parental abuse…), mentions of attempted drugging and miscarriage but no actual instances of them happening, descriptions of injuries/violence/blood, and mentions of having children (no descriptions of pregnancy or birth)

Chapter WC: 1.8k

Author’s Note: Some Ayato POV to start up in this bitch, hell yeah… Enjoy ＾ω＾

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~Ayato POV~

But the end never came. He looked up to see two unfamiliar Cryo avatars fighting against the Kairagi, their attacks quick as lightning and cold as ice. He was in awe of their strength, but where were they coming from? In the next moment, he looked down through his weary eyes and there it was, laying in your limp hand. A striking ice blue cryo vision. But how were these avatars here? Elemental powers needed to be actively manipulated by the vision bearers so that their true power could be unleashed, but you were seemingly unconscious. How long could they last? He needed to think, but his vision was getting more blurry by the second. Just when he was about to lose hope yet again, he heard a powerful voice behind them.

“Torn to oblivion!”

The flashes of electro were the last thing Ayato saw as he clutched onto you and your vision before falling unconscious, his body and mind completely exhausted.

-Time skip-

Ayato groaned and blinked his eyes open, body aching and head feeling heavier than ever. With much effort, he tried to sit up and process everything. The only thing in his mind then were the horrifying images of the attack. You, injured and unconscious in his arms. The vision you had been granted pressed in between your bodies. He sat up immediately at the thought, wincing at the sharp pain in his arm.

“Brother! Please, lay down. You’re going to open your stitches!”

He heard his sister’s worried voice, looking at her as she rushed to his side, gently placing a hand on his shoulder to push him back down to the bed.

“Ayaka..Y/N. Where is she? Is she okay? I need to see her. I need to know she’s okay. She can’t have died on my watch. Please. Please…,” he said frantically, inconsolably.

“Relax, brother, she’s alright. You will both recover.”

But Ayato needed more than words to feel at ease.

“Then why isn’t she here with me?”

Ayaka sighed softly, sitting beside her brother and gently hugging him, taking extra care not to press on anywhere that would hurt.

“She is in her room being treated right now. The Shogun found you both three days ago in Chinju forest, gravely wounded and surrounded by countless bodies of Nobushis, Kairagis, and Shuumatsuban alike. She brought you both back here and called Lady Kokomi to see to your wounds. Oh brother, I was so horrified when I saw you both like that.”

Ayato’s heart broke seeing tears fall from her eyes, knowing that the sight must have really scared her. Ayato had never once lost a battle in his adult life, let alone come back home gravely injured. He put his hand gently on her arm, giving her time to calm down and continue.

“Lady Kokomi examined both of your wounds, using her power to help heal the external injuries. You both also lost a lot of blood, which is why you were unconscious for three days straight. But in Y/N’s case because she was struck by an electro-infused blade, it sent a sort of poison into her body. It took Lady Kokomi almost a whole day to get rid of it, but her hydro finally neutralized all of it. She will be alright, but she’s still unconscious.”

Ayato’s soul ached and his heart dropped with guilt. Tears filled in his eyes once again. He felt worthless, unable to protect the one he so dearly loved.

“Brother, please don’t blame yourself. You did everything you could. None of this was your fault, it was a highly coordinated attack and you were completely unprepared.”

That’s when it struck him. Yes, it was an assassination attempt, but in such large numbers?

“Ayaka, who could’ve done this? They had an organization of over 40 people waiting for us in the forest.”

“The Shogun has fortunately already figured it out. It was a group of people who were paid a long time ago by Y/N’s parents to be on standby as mercenaries of sorts and were ordered to ambush you guys by one of their allies.”

This connected all the dots. Only a noble family of such status and power could’ve organized such a well devised attack against you both. Even after being put in their extremely deep graves by the Shogun, they couldn’t help but continue to torment you.

“Ayaka, what about Y/N’s vision? She...she was blessed with a cryo vision when she protected me.”

Ayaka smiled at that, nodding.

“Her vision is a big reason as to why she could sustain her own life and recover from the poison. Although the way she got her vision will forever pain both of your memories, I'm sure she will be overjoyed to know that she too, has a vision now. A while ago she was asking what it’s like, but now she doesn’t have to wonder.”

Ayato nodded, then realized something.

“Ayaka, both you and Y/N got a vision in my presence, and a cryo vision at that. Maybe I’m just a good luck charm…”

She laughed softly, nodding.

“Yes of course, brother. A cryo vision is often gained from an act of true love and selflessness, because it is the element of the Tsaritsa, the God of Love. After all, we both love you very much.”

Ayaka and Ayato stayed there, chatting for quite some time. Ayaka was finally relieved to have her brother awake and well.

“The Almighty Shogun was furious to know that such an attack had been plotted against you both. She has been personally handling this situation and the estate is currently surrounded by her guards in addition to ours. She has been coming every single day to check on you both, too.”

“Really? We are forever in her debt. I will make sure to thank Her Excellency for her kindness ten times over.”

Suddenly, Thoma burst into the room, looking utterly elated.

“My lady I- Oh! My lord, you’re awake! That’s splendid!”

Ayato chuckled, nodding in acknowledgment.

“Yes Thoma, but what is it?”

“My Lord, Kokomi is saying that your lady might be waking up!”

Immediately, Ayato forgot all of his pain and got up from bed.

“Brother!-“

“I’m alright Ayaka. Please, Thoma, take me to her. I need to see her right now.”

Ayaka sighed, shaking her head at the way Ayato had found newfound strength just by hearing that you might be waking up soon. She stood up, retrieved your vision from his side table, and placed it in his hand before he could leave.

“I think you should be the one to hand this to her, Ayato.”

He delicately took the vision, nodding.

“I agree.”

~Y/N POV~

You felt like every vein in your body was filled with molten metal and the pain from your back was searing against its bandage. Your upper body was propped at an angle against the softest pillows you had ever felt in your life and you could just barely see what looked like Lady Kokomi fussing around the room with small bottles in her hands through your tired and dry eyes. In your half-awake stupor, your heart and mind worried only about Ayato. The memories of that night were still so fresh. The look on his face when you took that blow for him would forever be etched in your mind. You felt horrible that you worried him so much, hearing him frantically beg for you to stay awake while you slowly slipped into an unconscious state, but you couldn’t have let him get hit by that horridly stinging blow. No matter, though. You needed to see him. You needed to see that he was alive. The next second, you heard the door open, and your lidded eyes hastily made out pale skin and long blue hair.

He rushed over to you as best he could, tears filling his eyes as you felt him ever so gently embrace you, making sure not to disturb your wounds. You cried in each other’s embrace, having come so close to the face of death, yet given another chance to live.

“Ayato..? You’re okay…” you managed to mumble.

He refused to let you go. Still too scared that you would disappear if he loosened his hold on you, too afraid of the way he had to watch you be wounded and almost leave him forever.

“I love you, I love you, I love you so much. Please Y/N, don’t do that again my love, you have no idea how scared I was. Never try to save me like that. I thought I’d never get to hold you like this again,” he said, as you heard the tremor in his low voice, his entire body shaking with sobs.

He truly was so soft on the inside despite the brave front he put up. You put a hand on the back of his head, gently threading your fingers through his periwinkle locs while holding him against your shoulder.

“Shh. I’m not leaving you so easily. How could I just watch you die? You and I both know that you would do this for me. You fought so many enemies alone, just to make sure I was safe. It was simply my turn to return the favor.”

Kokomi, Thoma, and Ayaka decided to leave the room, not wishing to disturb such a private moment. You and Ayato stayed in that embrace for what felt like hours. When he finally pulled away, he went right back down to kiss you. You reciprocated the action gladly. It was so delicate, filled with pure love and devotion. After countless kisses, Ayato laid himself beside you, revealing in his hand a glowing Cryo vision in a lovely metal frame. You gasped in disbelief.

“Is that..mine?”

Ayato smiled and nodded, placing it in your hands. Both of you looked in awe as the vision shined so brilliantly, soft wisps of ice surrounding the room the moment it touched your palm. Tiny snowflakes fell around you two and from within you emerged your two Avatars, bowing their heads towards you, hands holding polearms just like you.

“Oh my goodness..I..I can’t believe I have a vision now.”

Ayato beamed at you, pride filling his heart as he kissed your forehead.

“You are one of a kind, daarin. I always knew you would find yourself and blossom one day. Now you can explore your passions with renewed vigor.”

You smile, holding the vision close to your heart, a sweet realization dawning upon you as you look at the man in front of you. You leaned in, placing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“You are my passion, Ayato.”

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My Savior (Kamisato Ayato X Fem!Noble Reader)

Chapter 8

Content Warnings for All Chapters: Fem AFAB terms, she/her pronouns and y/n used to refer to reader, no skin color/eye color/hair color or texture mentioned, contains spoilers for the Inazuma archon quests, slightly ooc Ayato but generally lore accurate (sweet to his loved ones, manipulative and mysterious to the general public and other officials), Ayato uses nicknames for reader including ‘daarin’ (Japanese for ‘darling’)/my love/dear/etc., descriptions of emotional/verbal/physical abuse from y/n’s parents (I needed these parents unforgivable so it’s kinda inaccurate sorry gang, I also originally wrote this fic when I was 14 and didn’t like my parents but they def weren’t abusive so I don’t have actual experience. BEFORE YOU PANIC, NONE OF THE SMUT WAS WRITTEN BY 14 YEAR OLD ME, IT WAS WRITTEN BY 18 YEAR OLD ME. Anyways, enjoy some Wattpad ass parental abuse…), mentions of attempted drugging and miscarriage but no actual instances of them happening, descriptions of injuries/violence/blood, and mentions of having children (no descriptions of pregnancy or birth).

Author’s Note: As promised, we are back to angsty in this one. Enjoy!

Chapter WC: 1.8k

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In just the blink of an eye, another month had gone by. You were as happy as you could ever be and had been training consistently with Thoma to learn the ways of the polearm. It took some convincing before Ayato could be comfortable with the idea, solely because he was afraid you’d get injured, as you expected. In the end, he also knew the importance of you feeling independent and gaining strength. He was very proud of you for trying to become better each and every day. To your delight, you were learning quickly. Thoma was a wonderful teacher as Ayaka had promised and training sessions with him were filled with laughter and encouragement, which you desperately needed. You would train daily with Thoma for 2 hours, after which you would be met with a big meal, your favorite desserts, and lots of love-filled kisses from Ayato.

He had been very free in recent days, staying home most of the time and you both cherished these times as much as you could. Today, Ayato had decided to take you out on yet another date, which meant him getting you anything you so much as brushed with your fingers. He bought books, jewelry, clothes, and accessories, only wishing to pamper and spoil you rotten. After all, what was the point of having money if he can’t use it to make you happy.

After spending the day in Inazuma City, you both decided to take the walk back home through Chinju Forest, which looked ever so enchanting at night. As you walked hand in hand, fireflies danced around you two with every step you took, illuminating the inky sky. The gentle sound of the stream and the cool breeze of air added to the romantic atmosphere. The moment was perfect.

But as much as you enjoyed Ayato’s presence in this beautiful dark night, your conscience kept telling you that something was off.

Here

“Love, is something wrong? You seem so lost in thought.”

You sighed softly, feeling your unease grow.

“Ayato…something isn’t right. I can feel it but I don’t know why, really.”

As he looked at you, he grew worried. Your concern seemed very genuine. He cupped your cheeks softly, placing a tender kiss on your forehead.

“Daarin, I’m here with you. I will protect you, I will keep you safe. Perhaps it’s just the darkness of the night that’s concerning you? Is there a particular feeling?”

You hugged him close, shaking your head.

“It feels like we’re being watched. Ayato, I mean it. Something is wro-“

Before you could finish your sentence, Ayato grabbed you by your shoulders, ducking behind a rock and you caught a glimpse of a Nobushi swiftly attacking right where you had been. Ayato instantly drew out his sword, and four of his Shumatsubaan showed up from the shadows to protect their master and his beloved. You on the other hand were terrified. Had it not been for Ayato’s quick thinking, you would’ve been dead by now.

“Ayato…”

“Hush, my love. Everything will be alright, just stay here, please. The Shuumatsuban will keep you safe.”

You clutched onto him tighter, not wanting to let him go as the unease in your heart only increased.

“No, please Ayato, don’t go out there!”

Ayato placed a soft kiss on your forehead to calm you down before your hiding place could be found again.

“Shhh, it’s going to be okay, I’ll be careful. You’re my brave girl, aren’t you? Stay here and I’ll be back after I beat these guys.”

Before you could retaliate any more, he was gone with two of his men to fight. You prayed silently in your heart.

“Please protect him, almighty Archons.”

You watched as Ayato rushed to the aid of his men, eyes filled with rage. Someone had dared to attack his beloved, let alone right in front of him. He would make sure they wouldn’t get away with this. Such a perfect day ruined because of a silly assassination attempt. He wasn’t unfamiliar with such situations being a noble, but it didn’t make him any less frustrated. Especially because he knew you were so confused and terrified in this unfamiliar experience.

“Come out if you dare to face me. Cowardly attacks such as these are certainly not tolerated by the people of Inazuma, nor myself.”

At his words, ten Nobushi appeared from the foliage, closing in on him. He seemed unfazed and stood proudly, hydro vision glowing.

“You dare to lay a finger on my beloved? Some nerve you have.”

And just like that, he began to fight expertly, killing almost all of the Nobushis alone. But it seemed like their foe didn’t stop right there. Another thirteen appeared, making Ayato frown. An assassination attempt in such large numbers was strange, even for Nobushi. He activated his elemental skill this time, his clone allowing him to attack more enemies at once.

“Cascade.”

You were still hidden behind the rock, watching him fight. You knew he was strong, but something still wasn’t right and you could feel it. Anyone who was trying to assassinate Ayato would be aware of his strength, and simple Nobushi would not be enough to faze him. Everything about this encounter was strange, but the sheer numbers could not give any of you time to think.

“Watch out, Lady Hiiragi!!”

You gasped, a flash of red appearing in front of you as you quickly dodged the attack. There stood a Fiery Might Kairagi, ready to strike you. You saw it now. You were their target, you were the bait they would use to get to Ayato. The Shumatsubaan guarding you immediately engaged the large enemy, but you knew in your heart that they would be no match. To your utter shock, five more Kairagi appeared, surrounding the area where you were. Although the fear in your heart was overpowering, you couldn’t let it infiltrate your mind. Not yet. You had to think, you had to find a way to fight. Ayato now stood between a pool of blood, having killed all the Nobushis. He now rushed to where you were. To his horror, you were completely surrounded by Kairagis. Ayato saw red, immediately moving in front of you and shielding you with his hydro clone.

“Kamisato Art: Suiyuu!”

You watched as he conjured sharp hydro shards from thin air, striking enemies and hitting the flowers on the forest floor below. While his ability seemed elegant and akin to rain in the eyes of others, it was undoubtedly deadly to face.

“Ayato, you’re injured!!” your worried voice spoke, seeing a deep gash in the arm which wielded his sword, blood staining into his white sleeve.

He breathed heavily, trying to suppress his face of pain to quell your worries.

“Don’t worry, my love, Thoma will patch me up. It’s nothing, really.”

“Sir, behind you!!” one of his Shumatsubaan yelled, and to both of your horrors, there stood another ten Kairagi.

Where were they even coming from and how had so many hidden themselves in the forest? Knowing that Ayato was injured, he couldn’t go on at this rate. He lurched forward, running to fight yet again as you yelled for him not to. You needed to do something. You couldn’t just stand here and watch your lover get injured just to protect you. Not only that, but two of the Shuumatsuban had already lost their lives trying to protect you both. Your heart ached, as your eyes frantically looked around. You spotted a spear on the ground that one of the soldiers had been carrying. You picked it up, taking a deep breath. You could do this. You just had to be brave. You rushed towards the fighting, your heart aching, seeing that Ayato was getting tired and his wound was paining him. His men were badly injured and to him, it felt like a losing full-blown battle. No, you refused to lose like this. You refused to die like this or let him die.

You felt something stir within you. Seeing the Kairagi advance towards Ayato, you held the spear firmly in your hand. In a single swift motion, you aimed and threw it as hard as you could. Instantly, it killed two of them, impaling straight through their hearts. Ayato was stunned, turning his head back to see you standing there, breathing heavily. You picked up another spear from the injured Shuumatsuban, rushing towards him.

“Ayato! You’re injured, please stay here!”

He gave you a weak smile, standing up with your help.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be fin-“

“WATCH OUT!“

The next moments that Ayato saw were perhaps the most horrifying thing he had witnessed in his entire life. Time seemed to slow down as you pushed him aside, only to get slashed by the electro-infused blade that was intended for him. He saw your eyes widen in pain and a small, shaky gasp escaped from your mouth, dropping to your knees as blood stained your clothes and the dark grass surrounding you. Ayato let out a yell of pure agony, his burst gaining newfound strength as it caused all the enemies around you both to die instantly. Tears fell uncontrollably from his eyes, as he held your weak and bleeding figure close to his.

“Y/N!! No, no my love, why.”

You smiled weakly, placing your trembling hand on his cheek.

“A..Ayato…”

His tears knew no bounds. He was mortified, guilt stricken, and unable to believe that he had failed to protect you. He couldn’t put words together. He didn’t even know what to do. His own pan combined with your clouding his judgement.

“Y..You’ll be okay, daarin..H..Hang on. I’ll get you to a doctor...”

You coughed weakly, looking up at the love of your life with blurred vision.

“I..I love you...”

Ayato wept impossibly more at your words, shaking his head and pulling you closer.

“I love you too, and I want to hear you say these words to me for the rest of my life, you understand? You’re not leaving me like this Y/N, please!”

And that was the last thing you heard before your eyes finally closed. The pain was finally gone.

~Ayato POV~

He then heard the sound of swords being wielded once more. To his pure horror, he lifted his head to see three more Kairagi. He had no more strength left to give, using all of what was left to hold you safe on his chest. His usually pristine suit was now soaked with a combination of his own and your blood. Is this how everything was going to end? Just when his life had become so perfect, this was how him and his love would meet their ends? Ayato was barely holding himself together, heavily wounded, his heart completely broken, and his hopes shattered like glass. At least, as selfish as it sounded, he would get to die with you. He couldn’t do anything but close his eyes and wait for these wretched enemies to end his suffering once and for all.

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My Savior (Kamisato Ayato X Fem!Noble Reader)

Chapter 7

Content Warnings for All Chapters: Fem AFAB terms, she/her pronouns and y/n used to refer to reader, no skin color/eye color/hair color or texture mentioned, contains spoilers for the Inazuma archon quests, slightly ooc Ayato but generally lore accurate (sweet to his loved ones, manipulative and mysterious to the general public and other officials), Ayato uses nicknames for reader including ‘daarin’ (Japanese for ‘darling’)/my love/dear/etc., descriptions of emotional/verbal/physical abuse from y/n’s parents (I needed these parents unforgivable so it’s kinda inaccurate sorry gang, I also originally wrote this fic when I was 14 and didn’t like my parents but they def weren’t abusive so I don’t have actual experience. BEFORE YOU PANIC, NONE OF THE SMUT WAS WRITTEN BY 14 YEAR OLD ME, IT WAS WRITTEN BY 18 YEAR OLD ME. Anyways, enjoy some Wattpad ass parental abuse…), mentions of attempted drugging and miscarriage but no actual instances of them happening, descriptions of injuries/violence/blood, and mentions of having children (no descriptions of pregnancy or birth).

Chapter WC: 1.8k

Author’s Note: This one is pretty fluffy, but I promise we will be back to our regularly scheduled angst in the next chapter. Enjoy!

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You were standing in front of the mirror, getting ready for today’s celebration. It was a very important event for the Yashiro Commission, especially you and Ayato. The Shogun was extremely pleased upon hearing that Ayato had not only been successful in his task, but had also established enough of a relationship to convince Sangonomiya Kokomi to visit Tenshukaku. She had arranged for a celebration at the Grand Narukami Shrine, where she would bless him in the presence of all the nobles and Lady Yae Miko to acknowledge the accomplishments of the Yashiro Commission. When he told you the news, you personally prepared a feast for everyone in the Kamisato household, cooking everything with only minimal assistance from Thoma. He had never had your cooking before, but he wouldn’t stop raving to anyone who would listen that it was the best meal he’d ever had. He’d definitely had too much to drink, you thought. Even the guards outside would certainly know how good your food was. That night though after everyone else had gone to their quarters, Ayato couldn’t help but miss his parents. He was only wishing that they were here to witness such a big achievement in his life. You held him close in your solitude, assuring him that they were always watching over him and must be so proud of both of their children.

The day of the ceremony finally came and you insisted on getting yourself as dolled up as possible. As you were not married into the family yet, your ornate kimono could not don the periwinkle blue-purple color of his clan, but you certainly didn’t want your own clan’s pale blue color. Instead it bore a light green color to represent your newfound growth and vitality. You paired it with a hairpin as well as some makeup to enhance your natural features, not too much though. Just enough to make you feel a little more confident. As you were putting on your matching earrings, you saw Ayato enter the room looking utterly and breathtakingly handsome. He just took your breath away in his special event kimono, its intricate embroidery depicting the camellia crest pattern. He always managed to have this effect on you regardless of what he was wearing though, and he sure knew it. He smiles when he sees you looking glowing in your freshly done makeup and slowly approaches. You feel his warm arms wrap around you, chin resting on your head gently.

“You look divine, my love.”

You couldn’t hold back a soft grin as his voice rumbled on your head and saw his smile through the mirror.

“And you look quite dashing yourself, you know.”

He chuckled, placing a soft kiss on your cheek.

“Why thank you, daarin. As much as I wish I could stay here with you and get lost in your everlasting beauty, I’m afraid we must leave now.”

You laughed and nodded, holding his hand and letting him lead you outside where you saw Ayaka give the both of you a look of pride. Thoma was next to her wearing his usual red, but in a refined silk that was embroidered with a small pattern you couldn’t make out from afar. After all, he was a very important member of the Kamisato Household as their Head Retainer and a close friend of Ayato’s, so there wasn’t a single universe in which he would miss this.

“Brother, Y/N, you’ve arrived! We should get going or else Lady Guuji will be very upset!”

You saw Ayato roll his eyes, scoffing playfully. The lighthearted conversation continued all up the mountain, making your way to the shrine.

“Oh, that sly fox is definitely going to be bothering me tonight.”

You widened your eyes in disbelief at the way Ayato was speaking so casually about the Head Shrine Maiden herself.

“Ayato!! That’s Lady Guuji you’re talking about! How can you say that, dear!”

The siblings let out hearty chuckles at your shock while Thoma stifled his own.

“Oh relax, my love, that is what I’ve called her since I was a child.”

“That’s right, my brother bothered Lady Yae so often that she nicknamed him ‘Yashiro Rascal’!”

You let out a small laugh at that while shaking your head, keeping the nickname in mind in case he ever peeved you.

“Well at least today there won’t be any teasing banter between the two, my Lady, because the Shogun will be present,” Thoma quipped.

You nodded at his words, a nervousness creeping up your spine. You had heard a lot about the electro Archon, for better or for worse. Although recent times proved that she had undergone a drastic change of heart, you couldn’t help but have some anxiety at meeting such an important figure. Not to mention the added pressure of being the Yashiro Commissioner's future wife now, not just a regular noble. Feeling your fingers turn a little cold and seeing your silence, Ayato quickly figured out what you were thinking and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze.

“Hey hey, don’t be so nervous. I know that meeting the Shogun for the first time is nerve wracking, but everything will be fine. She has been wanting to meet you as well, seeing as you will become my wife soon. Just be yourself. You are absolutely perfect.”

You smiled gratefully at his words, taking slow deep breaths to calm down. You had your family by your side, so everything would be fine. Eventually you all entered through the gates of the Grand Narukami Shrine and you were in awe of how breathtaking it was. The decorations for the event looked spectacular. Suddenly, everyone turned their attention to you four as you made your way inside the shrine. You could hear a lot of whispers and mumbles among the nobles.

“So that’s the future lady of the Yashiro Commission? She does indeed look very elegant.” “Aww the way they’re holding hands, they look so in love.” “Look at her, she’s so poised and elegant! Ah, her air of confidence reminds me of the Commissioner’s mother!”

You and Ayato smiled at everyone, while Thoma stayed close to Ayaka, not wanting anyone to get too close to her or harm her in any way.

“My my, look who it is. The Yashiro Commissioner…,” you heard a smooth voice say, making you turn your gaze towards the Sacred Sakura. A pink-haired woman stood underneath the bright red torii gate with her back facing towards you.

Ayato snickered, his tone playful.

“Ah, Lady Guuji, always so welcoming and insightful. Although I must say, I have not come alone. I bring with me my sister, my dear friend Thoma, and my soon to be wife, Hiiragi Y/N.”

You saw as her ears flickered a little and she turned around to face you, a smile so sweet yet subtly sly adorning her face. You saw her approach you and gave her a polite smile, bowing in respect.

“Lady Guuji. It is an honor to be in your presence.”

“Oh my, such a charmer she is! So elegant, she reminds me of your mother, Ayato. Well my dear, no need to be so nervous now. I don’t bite…usually.”

You heard her giggle behind her fan, seemingly proud of herself as you simply gave another smile, not knowing what to say.

“Well, I must say Yashiro Rascal, you really have outdone yourself. The Shogun is very pleased with you.”

You noticed how her tone had gone from teasing to mildly soft, remembering that she had seen Ayato grow up from a troublesome young boy who lost his parents to the man responsible for the entire Yashiro Commission in only a few short years.

“Thank you Lady Yae, it is my honor to serve Her Excellency.”

“Well enough about you, now. I’m more interested in how you managed to get such a girl to be your future wife!”

There it was again. Back to her sarcasm.

“Tell me dear, what DO you like in this troublesome rascal?”

You giggled softly, looking to Ayato and then to Miko.

“He saved my life, Lady Guuji. The only reason I’m standing here today is because he chose to fight for me.”

Ayato’s heart melted at how precious you were. He would do anything and everything for you, and he was so glad you were already developing such strong relationships with the other important figures of Inazuma. Before Miko could reply, the guards announced that the Shogun was arriving and everyone went dead silent before taking their places. You and Ayato stood ahead, with Ayaka and Thoma just behind you both. The Shogun entered the shrine. Everyone lowered to a deep bow in respect.

“You may rise,” Her Excellency’s voice rang out through the shrine.

Standing back up again, you saw the Almighty Shogun standing right in front of you with Miko, her eyes on both of you. You felt your heartbeat race, but you kept your facial expression neutral, trying to calm your nerves.

“So you must be Hiiragi Y/N, the Yashiro Commissioner’s future wife,” the Shogun said, and to your surprise, her voice was not as authoritative right in front of you as you expected it to be from its previous loud boom at the entrance.

“Yes, Your Excellency. I am Hiiragi Y/N. It is my greatest honor to be in your presence.”

You saw her nod in acknowledgement with a small smile and you were relieved to see that you had not done anything wrong in your greeting.

It was now time for the ceremony to begin. Ayato stepped forward in front of the Shogun and Miko, then respectfully got down on both knees. The Sakura tree’s petals glowed, and the Shogun placed her hand on his shoulder.

“The Yashiro Commissioner has excelled in his duties and brought honor to Inazuma as well as the name of the Raiden Shogun. He has fulfilled his oath by working in the best interest of the people and he continues to show great promise. Every single person present here today must know that the Yashiro Commission are the only ones who have been fully faithful toward my goals. In the presence of all nobles, your family, and the Sacred Sakura, I bless you Kamisato Ayato as well as all your loved ones. I hope that your lives will be filled with eternal joy. Continue the good work and keep up your efforts. You may stand.”

As Ayato stood, the Sacred Sakura tree shed four glowing petals, one landing in each of your palms. Everyone clapped and you watched as Ayato walked elegantly back to you, his smile so wide and eyes filled with happiness. Ayaka hurried to hug him, tears escaping her.

“Brother, we all are so proud of you. I’m sure that mother and father are here watching over you and are so happy as well.”

His amethyst eyes turned glossy as he hugged her back. You and Thoma watched with content smiles. This moment was so perfect. You held the sakura petal close to your heart, silently wishing that your family stays this way forever.

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My Savior (Kamisato Ayato X Fem!Noble Reader)

Chapter 6

Content Warnings for All Chapters: Fem AFAB terms, she/her pronouns and y/n used to refer to reader, no skin color/eye color/hair color or texture mentioned, contains spoilers for the Inazuma archon quests, slightly ooc Ayato but generally lore accurate (sweet to his loved ones, manipulative and mysterious to the general public and other officials), Ayato uses nicknames for reader including ‘daarin’ (Japanese for ‘darling’)/my love/dear/etc., descriptions of emotional/verbal/physical abuse from y/n’s parents (I needed these parents unforgivable so it’s kinda inaccurate sorry gang, I also originally wrote this fic when I was 14 and didn’t like my parents but they def weren’t abusive so I don’t have actual experience. BEFORE YOU PANIC, NONE OF THE SMUT WAS WRITTEN BY 14 YEAR OLD ME, IT WAS WRITTEN BY 18 YEAR OLD ME. Anyways, enjoy some Wattpad ass parental abuse…), mentions of attempted drugging and miscarriage but no actual instances of them happening, descriptions of injuries/violence/blood, and mentions of having children (no descriptions of pregnancy or birth).

WC: 2.5k

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The events that unfolded after your parents’ crimes were revealed were chaotic, to say the least. The Shogun was infuriated upon hearing of yet another betrayal within an important clan. The detail that your parents were working with the Fatui on an assassination attempt only added to her fury. After all the chaos they had instigated in Inazuma, it was salt in the wound that they were meddling in the powerful families as well as the common folk. Their crimes were revealed to the public and they were made to walk from Ritou to Tenshukaku. The people lined the streets all the way there, hurling insults and curses at them for dealing with public enemy #1, along with trying to overthrow their own clan leadership. Their estate was now property of the remaining Hiiragi clan members and they were to be removed from all family records. What happened once they reached Tenshukaku remained unknown, but it’s safe to say that you nor anyone else will never see them again.

While all this chaos was going on, Ayato kept you safe and protected in the Kamisato Estate. He knew that these events had caused you much distress and being out in public was the last thing you wanted. The press wanted nothing more than a statement from you, and they were relentless. Ayato had forced them to omit many of the details relating to your parents’ abuse. He wanted you to keep your privacy and dignity as much as possible, especially considering your living situation. The guards were ordered to let no one in unless they were part of the Yashiro Commission, and you were eternally grateful for his support through such a big life change.

The day you had first set foot in his estate, you were awestruck by how beautiful it was. While the Hiiragi household felt stuffy and cold with its dimly lit hallways and dark-colored wood comprising every crevice of the building, the Kamisato house was calm, serene even. Ponds and colorful foliage were spotted throughout the courtyard and the most lovely decor lined the shelves inside. More importantly, it was filled with such kind-hearted people. You were welcomed with open arms and Thoma’s home cooked meal of miso soup and tempura shrimp. You also received a great deal of support from the people of Inazuma who admired your bravery and strength for enduring the cruelties of your parents for years as well as exposing a weak point in the tri-commission. It was safe to say that you had become a well-loved figure practically overnight. After a few months had passed though, the chaos eventually died down.

Ayato got back to his duties as soon as you were in a good place and soon enough, his first trip away from home came. This one in particular was to Watatsumi Island to meet with the Divine Priestess Sangonomiya Kokomi after the Kanjou commission had their military involvement on the island halted due to the instability. The Shogun, now only having complete trust in the Yashiro Commission, requested that Ayato personally go and maintain peace between Watatsumi and Narukami island. After bidding farewell to you and his sister, he left immediately.

Being gone for about 9 days so far, you had some time to think about him. He was the man the Almighty Shogun saw worthy amongst all the clans of Inazuma and you couldn’t possibly be more proud. If everything went well, he should be home very soon. While he was away, you took up some of the responsibilities of the Yashiro Commission. Ayato had taught you everything he could about his work in the short amount of time you’d had and he was pleasantly surprised at how quick you caught on. In fact, you would come up with ideas and strategies which made his work easier than ever. He loved working with you and he knew he had made the right decision in choosing you as his better half. You had earned plenty of respect within the rest of the Yashiro Commission as well. Everyone admired your ability to think quickly and find a solution for every problem that cropped up, not only within the house but at events as well.

Today however, there was no urgent work to be done. A free day was rare for Ayaka, so the two of you chose to take a walk in Inazuma City to spend some time together and buy some things for yourselves. The day was light and peaceful, with the sun out and a few clouds to dampen the heat. As you passed through large violet trees and up a few sets of stairs, you were hit with the hustle and bustle of the big city, not at all like the merchants and sailors of Ritou. Immediately, you started approaching the stalls to get a closer look, completely enamored. Colorful fabrics, shiny hairpins, intricately patterned fans, gilded wooden boxes, kitsune masks, books on all sorts of topics. Anything you could dream of, someone was selling it. Lining the sides of the streets were buildings containing restaurants with cuisines from all over Teyvat, bathhouses, grocers, little carts selling snacks, and more. There was even a booth with a kind looking woman in a green dress with a steady stream of people in matching uniforms coming and going, apparently off to work. You had to admit, it was all a little overwhelming. You found your mind wandering to prevent yourself from shutting down completely at the foreignness. While you two were walking to the next shop, you couldn’t help but ask Ayaka something that had been on your mind for a bit now.

“Ayaka, this may be a little random to ask now, but what’s it like having a vision?”

She was taken aback at your sudden question, but answered nonetheless.

“Having a vision? Hmm, it certainly is a handy thing to have. If I’m being very honest with you though, I seldom use it in my daily life, mostly just when I’m in combat situations. Why do you ask?”

You looked away, sighing softly.

“There are times when I wish I had a vision too. Not because I need divine validation, but because I want to be strong.”

Ayaka took your hands in hers, smiling brightly.

“Hey, who said you aren’t strong?”

You laughed, giving her a playful hit on her arm.

“It’s the truth! I can't fight, I have never in my life wielded a weapon. I cannot even defend myself!”

Ayaka shook her head, not understanding your point at all.

“But we have the Shuumatsuban, we have the guards, and Inazuma is at peace now.”

“Ayaka, you’re not getting it. We are noble women, and you know all too well that assassination attempts aren’t uncommon. I don’t wish to be a burden. I know Ayato constantly worries about my safety, especially while he is away. I can imagine him pacing back and forth in his tent at this very moment wondering if I am okay or not. But it’s not the same when it comes to you because somewhere he knows that you are a master of Taijutsu. You can fight to defend yourself. I, on the other hand, need constant protection from someone else.”

Ayaka’s eyes softened, as your words reminded her of her mother. She always stressed the importance of noble ladies knowing how to defend themselves, and she was the one who helped teach Ayaka the art of Taijutsu. You weren’t wrong though, so she could not disagree with your words. She could however offer some help.

“You don’t need a vision to be strong. My mother didn’t have a vision and she still mastered many combat techniques. Tell me this, would you like me to teach you how to fight?” She asked.

“Ayato might be against it though.”

“Of course not! Sure, he might be worried you’d get hurt, but I’m sure he would understand in the end. Brother would do anything to make you happy!”

You blushed at that, but took her words into consideration. Learning how to fight would certainly be very useful, vision or not.

“Alright, I’ll do it. But you’ll have to be patient with me, I don’t even know how to hold a weapon.”

Ayaka couldn’t contain her excitement, walking ahead to turn around and face you while walking backwards.

“Oh relax! Now tell me this, what weapon do you wish to master? A sword, a polearm, a bow or a claymore?”

“Hmm...A polearm is what Thoma uses the most, isn’t it? Honestly I’ve been drawn to it for a long time, I especially enjoy watching him practice.”

“It’s settled then! I’m sure Thoma would love to help you out. Besides, he is an amazing teacher and sparring partner!”

You couldn’t help but notice the radiance of Ayaka’s face when she spoke of Thoma you’d never seen before.

“Hey hey, slow down Ayaka, we still have to inform Ayato. I wouldn’t want to upset him or hide anything from him.”

“Oh, my apologies! I just got so excited at the thought of you learning how to fight! When he gets back, maybe he'll agree to help too. You know, he can use both a sword and a polearm.”

You both chuckled, and proceeded to spend the rest of your afternoon and into the evening chatting and relaxing together. It was now late at night, the moon shining brightly to light up the dark sky. You had made it safely back to the estate telling Ayaka to head in while you stayed behind outside. After such a busy day, standing in the garden gazing at the ocean and stars, tranquility of the night was welcome. The past few months had been so chaotic but magical, and you had never been this happy. You closed your eyes feeling the cool breeze off of the sea engulf you. Suddenly, you gasped at the sensation of someone grabbing you from behind, thinking it may be a kidnapper.

“AAAAAAAA! What-“

And then you heard a familiar deep chuckle. The voice you had been yearning to hear for days ringing in your ears like the finest melody ever played.

“Relax daarin, it’s me.”

Turning around quickly to finally hug him properly, you saw his face light up at the sight of you with a basket of trinkets from the city..

“Ayato! Archons, I’ve missed you so much.”

He smiled, his heart filling with warmth and joy as he embraced you. He only wanted to hide you in his arms to have all to himself.

“So have I, sweetheart. But what are you doing up so late, hmm? You should be fast asleep by now.”

You giggled softly, snuggling closer in his embrace.

“I couldn’t sleep yet, so I decided to enjoy the starry sky. But now that you’re here, the sky can wait.”

Ayato laughed heartily at your words. Every word you spoke made him fall more in love with you. All the tiredness he felt from his journey was gone just like magic and you were all he needed.

“Someone’s become quite the sweet talker since I last saw her,” he teased with a sly smile, making you blush.

Your palm connected with his arm playfully.

“Oh hush, you little-! How was your trip to Watatsumi island? Did everything go well?”

Ayato nodded with a bright grin, still holding you close.

“Yes, everything went well. Though the Divine Priestess was reserved at first, she accepted the proposals of the Shogunate and the Yashiro Commission wholeheartedly in the end with very little negotiation. Soon, she will pay a visit to Narukami island to strengthen the peace and trade between the two islands.”

You smiled, cupping his cheeks and pulling him down to place a soft kiss on his forehead.

“Ayato, that’s amazing news! The Shogun will be very pleased to hear.”

He felt his heart flutter at your words. No one else’s opinion mattered, not even the Shogun. Only yours.

“Thank you, my dear. Ah, that reminds me, I have a gift for you. Lady Kokomi was very kind so as to offer me to take a gift as a token of gratitude. I must say, Watatsumi Island has some very fine jewelry, and I bought this for you.”

You gasped softly as Ayato opened a light pink embroidered box, revealing a delicate and enchanting ring. Inside the curving metal lay a perfectly cut heart-shaped amethyst, surrounded with delicate crystals. The ring shined every time the moonlight fell upon it from any angle and the twinkle of the stone reminded you of Ayato’s eyes every time he looked at you.

“Oh Ayato…this is so beautiful!”

He smiled and gently held your left hand, slipping it on your right ring finger. It fit perfectly, as if it was simply made for you. He gently kissed your hand, his eyes so soft and full of love.

“I’m glad it is to your liking, daarin.”

As you looked at him, standing there gazing at you, your heartbeat raced and you realized instantly: you had fallen hopelessly, magically, and endlessly in love with this man. He made you feel complete, he made you a better person. He had been so patient and loving with you, and now it was time that you gave him what he needed in return. You stepped forward, pulling his forehead to yours.

“I love you.”

Ayato’s eyes widened, countless emotions clouding his senses. Did he hear that right?

“Did you just say…?”

You smile even wider, more confident this time.

“I love you, Ayato. You brought light into my life. I mean every word I say, and I’m so thankful that I have you by my side. I don’t think I’ll ever say it enough.”

You watched as his eyes filled with tears, a broken grin forming on his face with them. He hugged you so close, gently lifting you by under your arms to spin you around, never wishing to let go.

“Oh my, you have no idea how much joy you give me, daarin. I love you so much too. I always have and I always will. You are my everything and I swear to make you happy until the day I die.”

He then pulled back from the embrace, looking at you. You looked so beautiful under the night sky with your hair lightly flowing in the breeze. He quickly glanced down at your lips then back up to your eyes.

“May I, my love?”

You nodded shyly, making his heart melt even more. He held you close, first placing a sweet kiss on your forehead to express his love and respect, then one on each cheek. He pulled you impossibly closer, leaning in to connect his lips with yours. The euphoria was unlike anything you had ever experienced. They were so soft and his touch was so delicate. There you both stood under the night sky, sharing your first kiss with each other as the moon and stars were the only witness. Your arms wrapped around his neck while his were around your waist, wanting you as close as possible. This was the best feeling in the world and the memory would forever engrave itself upon your hearts and souls.

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— The Season of Himawari: Chapter Three

PAIRING Kamisato Ayato x reader (no use of gendered terms)

TAGS (heavy) angst, romance, bittersweet, canon divergence, possibly unrequited love, yearning, childhood friends, second person, mondstadter reader, gunnhildr reader

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The tide was low as the afternoon summer sun blessed the shores of Ritou with its golden light. Kamisato Ayato stands restlessly under the blazing sun, holding a parasol as an attempt to block the sun’s rays. A futile attempt, it was. The summer heat was too unforgiving. 

Thoma comes running to the Commissioner, his forehead traced with beads of sweat. Kamisato Ayato’s eyes land on the drink in his retainer’s hand—his favorite beverage in the entire world: milk tea! 

“My lord. ” Thoma hands out the drink and straw, to which Kamisato Ayato accepts with much excitement. 

“Thank you, Thoma.” Kamisato Ayato stabs the lid with the draw, proceeding to take a sip of the delicious beverage. “Just what I needed.” 

Thoma nods, his gaze drifting to the scenery before him. The port is unusually lively today—more so than the day the borders opened up to the outside world. Lined across the docks were ships adorned with many motifs and ornaments. Their colorful flags wave in the wind, each of them representing companies or nations. The sailors were as loud as ever, embarking from one cargo to another as the merchants and secretariats oversee the exchange of goods. The seagulls circle above, their cries drowning the ocean waves and chatter of the people. 

“Truly, I never thought Ritou’s port could be this busy,” Thoma mutters, watching the endless stream of people and cargo pass before him. “It’s…a good thing.” 

Kamisato Ayato agrees. 

The festivities that once drew attention to the Land of Eternity have now come to an end. One by one, the dignitaries of foreign nations now prepare to follow the winds home, and, unfortunately, their desks stacked with unattended documents. Among them was Liang Zhenyu. 

Speaking of the devil, Kamisato Ayato catches the old Liyuean surrounded by his retainers and crew. Seemingly occupied with overseeing the souvenirs he planned to bring home. As though sensing the Commissioner’s attention, Liang Zhenyu glances over his shoulder, a grin settling across his aged features as he catches Kamisato Ayato’s gaze. 

In an instant, a small, defeated sigh escaped Kamisato Ayato. 

Immediately after exchanging parting words with his retainers, Liang Zhenyu excuses himself and approaches the young Kamisato head. 

“Commissioner! What brings you down to the port?” Liang Zhenyu calls out as he approaches. 

Kamisato Ayato offers a polite smile. “I am merely here to bid my farewell to the friends of our nation.”

Liang Zhenyu lets out a chuckle. “What a shame,” he sarcastically remarks. “Here I thought you had come to personally tell me you’d change your mind.” He adds, “Is my daughter truly not to your liking?” 

“It appears my work has transformed me into a rather stubborn man despite my youth.”

A laugh escapes the Liyuean. “My, and here I thought this rigid Commissioner is unaccustomed to self-deprecation.”

Liang Zhenyu’s gaze falls to the Mondstadter besides Kamisato Ayato—Thoma. They exchange a quick nod of acknowledgment before he turns back to the Commissioner. “I hear I’ll be seeing you in Mondstadt, Commissioner?” Liang Zhenyu mentions. 

And, for a moment, Kamisato Ayato’s expression softens. The courteous, polite smile that graced his lips carefully slips away. Instead, replaced by something more genuine. It's a small smile—subtle enough to be missed by some passers-by. 

“You shall.”

Liang Zhenyu's grin widened. “Perfect.” “Though, I am curious. How did you manage to get an invite instead of the Hiiragis?”

A tint of mischief overcame Kamisato Ayato. “The same way your stay was overseen by the Kamisatos, Lord Zhenyu.”

Once more, the Liyuean laughs–not at the absurdity, but at the underlying meaning. Kamisato Ayato replied with a smile, though without its previous warmth, as he fell into flashbacks, triggered by Liang Zhenyu’s seemingly innocent question. 

Kamisato Ayato played dirty. 

Truthfully, garnering the approval from the Shogun’s council has been no simple feat. 

It is certainly unseen for a Commissioner of Public Affairs attending as Inazuman’s foreign delegate for an international event. Traditionally, matters of foreign affairs were entrusted to the members of the Hiiragi Clan—in extension, the Kanjou Commission. To have a Kamisato, more or less the Commissioner of the Yashiro Commission, shouldering such responsibilities is simply unheard of. 

Yet, Kamisato Ayato managed. 

You see, the Hiiragi Clan had yet to fully recover from its scandal. Their dealings with the Fatui are still scorned by the public and—to some extent—by the Raiden Shogun. 

And so, Kamisato Ayato did what any shrewd politician would do: he capitalized on the opportunity before him. Some might argue that he was no better than the traitorous Kanjou scums, plotting to tip the balance of the Tri-commissions for selfish gain. Others might even liken him to the scums who once profited off the decline of the Yashiro Commission and Kamisato Clan during its ailing times. The association left a bitter taste on the Commissioner’s tongue. The Hiiragi Clan’s weakened state allowed the Kamisato Head to “temporarily” absorb greater responsibility of the Kanjou Commission to the Yashiro Commission. 

Though he garnered the respect of seasoned politicians within the council, not all were pleased. Hiiragi Chisato, the proxy head of the Hiiragi clan, simply walked out in silent protest after the decision was made. 

He recalls his meeting with the Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine after the council meeting. Her voice carried a venomous amusement that thinly veiled her disapproval.

“Was it worth it, Commissioner?”

Kamisato Ayato merely smiled in response.

Yae Miko scoffed. “You played foul, Ayato.”

It was a fair assessment, to say the least. 

Kamisato is a mere man. A man who would do anything for the privilege of basking in the sun beside you. 

The very cruel you. 

Snapped from his daze, Kamisato Ayato felt a light tap against his shoulder. It was Thoma. Kamisato Ayato stares at him before Thoma nods towards the Liyuen. Swiftly, he mouthed a quick "thank you" before returning his attention to Liang Zhenyu. 

One of Liang Zhenyu’s retainers approached the man moments earlier, informing him that his ship was prepared to sail. The old man nods in acknowledgment before turning his gaze back to Kamisato Ayato. “It appears it is time for me to bid my farewell, Commissioner.” 

Kamisato Ayato nods, “Thank you for gracing my homeland with your visit, Lord Liang Zhenyu.”

A satisfied smile tugged at the corners of Liang Zhenyu’s lips. “My journey has been nothing but delightful,” he replied. “You have my gratitude for your hospitality. For me, and for my men as well.”

“The pleasure was mine.”

With that, the two men exchanged bows of respect before Liang Zhenyu finally boarded his ship. 

For one final farewell, Liang Zhenyu waved at Kamisato Ayato from his boat as he whispered to the wind, “See you in Mondstadt, Commissioner.”

“May the winds forever sway in your favor.” 

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As the sun falls below the horizon and the evening cicadas sing their midnight chorus, Kamisato Ayato and Thoma make their way back to the Kamisato estate in utter silence. 

Neither man spoke. 

Yet, Kamisato Ayato’s mind was anything but quiet. 

Instead, a sophisticated tapestry of questions weaved itself within his mind, like a chaotic melody constructed by instruments with the sole purpose of terror, absolute and unadulterated terror.   

Why had you sent invitations to Liang Zhenyu and his daughter, but not him?

Why had Thoma’s letter borne your signature, but his a Ragnvindr’s?

And, above all, 

Why hadn’t you written to him? 

It was irrational–childish, too, to say the least. For a man of his stature to dwell on a reply from you. 

But could he truly help it? 

Gods, no!

Years had passed without a single word from you. Not a letter. Not a message. Not even the briefest acknowledgment that you continue to plague his mind. Nothing. Literally, and genuinely nothing. 

But, did Kamisato Ayato write? He wrote like a man possessed! He wrote to you for months, years, days, even. The Sakoku Decree had only made matters worse for him. He smuggled his letters out of Inazuma; He begged escaping citizens to try to reach you. It was an unreasonable request. After all, how could a mere commoner be granted the audience to meet you–the heir apparent of the great Gunnhildr family? But Kamisato Ayato was desperate. A mere word was all he needed. 

Yet, a reply had never passed through the ports of Ritou, and much less the gates of his estate. 

The isolation of his nation, sealing itself away from the rest of the world, separated you from him. And, it killed him. Opportunities to learn how you’ve been became scarce. Heck, Thoma was a Godsend during these darkest times. But, even then, it was not enough. 

So, Kamisato Ayato settled for scraps of you. 

Be it a passing remark from a merchant, a short tale by a traveler, or a rumor carried by the winds, he gathered fragments of your life from strangers you barely knew. Yet somehow, all the aching he experienced then is nothing compared to the silence you are currently gracing him. 

It’s never him. Why?

Why can’t it be him?

Breaking the silence, a dark, low chuckle escapes the lips of the Kamisato head, catching his retainer off guard. “My lord?” Thoma utters, his voice laced with concern. Kamisato Ayato paid him no mind for at that moment--

Kamisato Ayato decided to take matters into his own hands. 

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The summers of Mondstadt are warm, yet gentle. The winds carry a chill breeze of Dragonspine down to the Moon City, sparing the children of freedom from the relentlessness of the sun’s heat. But now, the sun had long since retreated beyond the horizon. In its place, the moon reigned over the sky. The time for slumber has come.  

Yet, amidst the countless homes darkened by the night, one estate stubbornly remained awake. Nestled below the hills of Windwail Highland’s Dawn Winery, the Ragnvindr’s grand manor still carried the glow of the warm candlelight–particularly, in the study of the Ragnvindr Head.

Tonight, Diluc Ragnvindr had failed to commit to his usual nightly duties in the city. Instead, he finds himself rather disheveled and trapped behind his mahogany desk, surrounded by a mountain of unforgiving documents. His hair is untied, its fiery red locks hanging freely across his shoulders as his gaze locks onto the fifth budget paper of the day.

This behavior of his is strange–to say the least.

A knight he was and a vigilante he is, Diluc Ragnvindr was never a man of paperwork. Rather, he was a man of action. However, every time he entertained the thought of slipping away from his study to diligently adhere to his duties in the city, the image of an infuriated Gunnhildr childhood friend would surface in his mind. That image alone was enough to extinguish the man’s attempts at escape. 

With a sigh of resignation, he returns his attention to the documents laid before him. 

Amidst his displeasure, a sharp knock broke through the silence. Diluc Ragnvindr set down his quill, lifting his gaze toward the grand oak door.

“Enter.”

The door swings open to reveal Elzer, the Ragnvindr’s most trusted butler, with a letter wrestling neatly in his hold. He closes the door, a light click echoing in the study. Meeting Diluc Ragnvindr’s gaze, he gently places a hand over his chest, offering a bow of respect. 

“Good evening, Master Diluc.”

Diluc nods, “Good evening, Elzer.” 

Elzer, the ever observant man he is, took the pleasantries as a permission to proceed. Carefully, Elzer crossed the room and extended the letter toward Diluc Ragnvindr. 

“The list of foreign dignitaries, my lord.”

Diluc Ragnvindr hummed as he accepted the envelope. “Thank you, Elzer.”

“It is my pleasure.” Elzer bows one last time before excusing himself, leaving the Ragnvindr alone in his study. 

Without a word, Diluc reached for the dagger resting on his desk. The dagger is extensively intricate, but worn. It possesses a short, silver blade that tapers sharply to a fine point, and its center is adorned with bright, polished ruby deep-red gemstones. The vintage gold and bronze embellishments frame the quillon like a vine wrapping around its body. 

It had been a gift from you years ago–your present for his 16th birthday, to be exact. He rarely spared the object much thought, yet he had never replaced it despite its condition. 

With practiced precision, he slid the blade beneath the wax seal and parted it cleanly. Setting the envelope aside, he carefully withdrew the folded sheet within and unfolded it. Almost immediately, a familiar fragrance drifted into the air. 

The fragrance of cecilias. 

Had you visited his garden before passing the letter to Elzer? 

Raising a hand, he ran his fingers through his hair, the sternness in his expression easing a bit. 

After a moment, he returned his attention to the document. His eyes moved methodically over the page, skimming over names, titles, and affiliations. Several names stood out. 

Liang Zhenyu of Liyue and Ivan Petrovich of Snezhnaya. 

A scowl found itself on Diluc Ragnvindr’s features. Of course, as if the Fatui would refuse to capitalize on your neutrality. Suppressing another sigh, Diluc Ragnvindr continued reading, finally reaching the list of delegates from Inazuma. 

He raised his brow. 

Diluc Ragnvindr recognizes the name. He had heard it countless times before. Every autumn, after returning from Inazuma, you would speak of a man with icy, lavender-blue hair, and eyes as clear as the sea. His name so frequently graced your lips that Diluc Ragnvindr felt no need to see it written upon the page to recognize it.

Kamisato Ayato. 

His name stood innocently on the page. 

"He won't attend.”

In an instant, a memory surfaced unbidden in Diluc Ragnvindr's mind, recalling the way your voice filled his study. You had been sitting by the window that evening, idly playing your Anemo Vision in your hands as the setting sun painted the room in gold. Your gaze locked onto his Cecilia garden below. "A burdened man like him shouldn't concern himself with my little plays," you had said.

Play. Diluc Ragnvindr thought. To you, this international festival hosted by both the Gunnhildrs and Ragnvindrs is a mere play to you. It is your entertainment and pastime, as if this event didn’t involve nearly every important figure in Teyvat. 

Diluc Ragnvindr glanced up from his desk. "What makes you think he won't cross the sea?" he asked, though a trace of irritation slipped into his otherwise even tone. "You wrote him an invitation bearing my name instead of yours."

A quiet laugh escaped you. "Jealous?"

"Don't flatter yourself." 

The response came so quickly that it only encouraged your amusement. You sighed dramatically, leaning back in your chair. "Gods, not a single person in this manor knows how to take a joke!" Then, after a brief pause, you turned to your childhood friend. "Well, it's simple,” you continued. 

Diluc Ragnvindr’s breath hitched, his gaze capturing your being. You sat against the light, but the shadows casting your face could not hide your soulless gaze. The sun’s rays failed to share their blessing on your features. 

"I made sure it would be that way." You uttered.

The words hung heavily in the air. 

“What do you mean by that?” He whispered. 

A small smile tugged at your lips. Pathetic. It was pathetic–that was the only word he could think of to describe that smile. 

Regardless, you offered no explanation for your words.

Instead, you rose from your position and excused yourself from the study. “Till next time, Diluc,” were your parting words before the door clicked shut behind you. You left so quickly, Diluc Ragnvindr merely remained where he was, left with nothing but your cryptic words and that haunting expression burning into his memory.

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SYNOPSIS In a festive night of the Inazuman summer, Kamisato Ayato recalls the foreign noble who once carried the wind wherever they'd go. Haunted by memory, he holds onto your last letter to him, yearning for the day you finally fulfilled your end of your promise.

Author's Note

Lowkey, I think the current setup of the reader is too cruel. MHMM, but one could argue that is the reader's charm. ALSO! new POV unlocked: Diluc! I'm not planning on writing a reader POV any time soon^^ It's so fun to write in the characters' POV. My apologies for the late update TT. Truth be told, chapter 2 of the series has been up on AO3 for quite some time now. I unfortunately neglected my Tumblr...But! I have returned. Though, updates will remain slow.

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