a/n: omg?!! its been so long since ive been on here lmaooooo thats so insane. ive just been writing this silly lil indulgent dainsleif fic and hope you enjoy :D (its on ao3 too!)
contains: dainsleif, comedy, isekai!reader that reads sagau, this is not sagau, sunshine/serious trope, not entirely lore accurate, idk what im doing and past life stuff :)
Something was wrong.
The air shifted, bent and then tore. Dainsleif had seen Abyss portals before, but this wasn’t one of them.
Then you came flying out of it.
“Dain!”
“Hold on.”
“Dain!”
“Hold. On.”
“HEY, CAPTAIN OF THE ROYAL-!”
He blinks, surprised at the sudden title, before appearing at your side. “Calm down. You’ll just attract more of the abyss if you keep shouting.”
How do you, some stranger who merely appeared out of thin air know that? It wasn’t the popping out of thin air that surprised him, since he’s seen the abyss make portals and has followed them through it, but how was it possible that you knew his title in Khaenri’ah? You knew his name. His position. He frowned, looking back at you curiously. The portal you appeared out of wasn’t an abyss portal, interestingly. Probably a good thing that he didn’t kill you on sight, thinking that you were a spy for the abyss.
You scowl at him, almost tripping over your shoes as you continue to run past some trees and a domain. “Calm down? Calm down?! I didn’t expect to be teleported into existence into my favourite video game, Dain! You might be the Twilight Sword but I’m a writer! I work part-time in an animal rescue shelter! I live in Thailand, not Teyvat!” You yell, suddenly stopping in your tracks as a hydro abyss mage pops in front of you and your mind goes blank. Oh, shit.
If you were still playing the video game you’d… do something smart. Probably a hyperbloom team. But you were IN the video game itself instead. Like Tron, but a horrifying fanfiction version instead. And if you were a god or the All-Creator like in all those sagau fics you’ve read, you feel like this probably would have been a good time to unleash your “godly” powers. Nothing happened, to your utter disappointment.
Dainsleif scoffs, but he’s befuddled by what a 7-eleven is and what Thailand is. He understands some of the words you say, but other times nonsense seems to pour out of your mouth. Also your clothing choices were… unexpected. You were the scattered puzzle pieces that he didn’t have the guiding image for so he could put them back together.
By the time you step back, no longer frozen, the abyss mage points its little wand at you and you find yourself choking on water in a suspended bubble.
You let out a choked, muffled scream. It all happens too fast. Your eyes sting and tear up, like when chlorine water from a pool gets in your eyes and it hurts like hell. You can barely see, only blobs in a blurry landscape. If you could actually breathe, you’d think it would look like an impressionist painting. Strokes of a blue and green background, emphasising the blob of black and a mild gold in the center.
The bubble breaks with a sudden pop. You cough out water as your suspended body drops to the ground. The first thing that you focus on are a pair of long black boots. He kneels beside you, observing you curiously. Your lungs take in oxygen greedily as you gasp for air.
“Who are you?” Dainsleif questions. He’s cautious, still on his guard around you. You didn’t seem like a spy for the abyss or particularly dangerous at all. And if you were a spy for the abyss, then there was no reason for that hydro abyss mage to harm you. Yet it did, and the sight of you harmed made his stomach churn subconsciously. It was unusual, since he hadn’t felt this exact feeling of worry since 500 years ago. You were a stranger to him but his body subconsciously acted as if it knew you.
After catching your breath, you let out a sigh of relief. You couldn’t have imagined this would have happened, ever. Maybe you shouldn’t have dropped out of that physics class. You catch him staring at you and you blink twice, just to make sure he’s really there. What the fuck.
It’s all quiet but you shake your head, like a dog shaking out water from its fur. Water droplets land over him and you give him a bashful look.
“Sorry.” You scratch the back of your neck, feeling a bit awkward now that the adrenaline stopped flowing through your veins. Or maybe it was your body subconsciously feeling a bit more safe and secure in the presence of someone it recognized. Whatever it was, you’re much calmer and also a little shy.
He gives you a curious look and says nothing. Neither of you move, observing the other in a silent moment.
You sigh internally, and hope for the best. “I’m not from this world.”
“Hmm. I see.” He muses, and it was as he thought. You were another traveler. But you didn’t look similar to who he had travelled with before. You were completely different, with different hair too and had a clumsy aura to yourself. Yet, it was equally familiar.
“We should get moving, it’s not safe to be out in the open like this.”
“Al-alright? Where are you going?”
“There’s an abandoned camp nearby. Since it’s already starting to get dark, you’ll probably get cold soon, so getting to a fire would be crucial.”
When you arrive at the abandoned camp, you almost collapse in relief. “Ohh, so nice and warm.” You mumble, peeling off your soaked jacket and other layers, so you only have your simple shirt and trousers on. You rub your arms, sighing in relief as you move closer to the fire.
“Don’t get too close, you might burn yourself.” Dainsleif mutters, his gaze redirected towards the fire. He might as well let you get some rest as tomorrow he could ask you some questions. In simple terms, an interrogation.
You sigh, curling up into a ball as you fall asleep by the fire.
The night was one far from peaceful. For the both of you.
“You know what?” Ed's eyes, formerly staring at the ceiling, find Stede lying next to him. “No one ever asked me what I wanted. They always thought they knew, but they didn't. Not really. But with you, it's easy,” he continues.
“What's easy?” Stede asks in return, albeit a little distracted. He seems fully occupied with running his fingers through Ed's curls. They are still a bit damp from the washing earlier and smell like lavender. “Being the person I want to be. It's easy with you because you let me.” Stede's fingers still. He looks up at Ed, his lips curling into a smile. “Funny thing, that,” he says. “It's the same for me.”
contains — imposter!au, sagau, gn!reader, cultish behaviors, manipulation, burning??? also not entirely edited so there might be a few mistakes here and there. and im shit at tenses, apologies. sorta set after inazuma archon quest??
masterlist.
Shackled, shaking and sobbing. Crowds surrounded below you, at the feet of a statue with your own face carved into it. “Please.” you whisper. Tears race down your face, as you focus on slowing your movements so your shackles don’t electrocute you as much as they used to. Ei turns away from you. The harbingers all scoff and sneer at your worthless words.
A chuckle rings out maliciously. Almost revelling in your pain and suffering and fear. Terror as your life starts to flash before your eyes, your back hitting hard wood as your legs and arms continued to be shackled.
“Please! Please! I’m not… I never did anything! I..”
“Oh really? Then what about this face that you stole? So weak and pitiful, that's all I can say. Even just… looking at you is pathetic. Disrespecting the All-Creator like this, we did try to teach you some manners. It just wasn’t enough.”
A blue haired Cavalry Captain speaks, retaining his charm even though he speaks in such a chilly tone, that it makes you tremble. When he leans in, observing you up close, you feel the air get cold and your tears stop. Soon they start falling at your feet, frozen crystals of fear.
I can’t help it. I was born with this face, it is mine. Not Theirs. Mine. And yet all your beloved characters that you had got to know stared coldly at your crumpled and tired form while some looked on with pity.
Klee was confused. Albedo hadn’t yet arrived but he was trying to push through the crowd to be able to save you from this horrific fate you were about to meet, from the atrocious act of evil that they had all been involved in. Klee tries to run to you, and you catch the young girl’s gaze. Jean pulls her back firmly, not allowing her to be within even five metres of you. They labelled you a thief, an imposter. A sinner, the lowest of the low. Oh, how can they possibly be this ignorant? How far does all of the peoples of Tevyat stupidity stretch? Albedo wonders, an unknown emotion starting to rise. He would document this if he was not dealing with such a critical moment in this time and place.
The fire is lit by Diluc’s hands. He scowls as he approaches you, pleas and whimpers falling on deaf ears as he turns away to watch you burn with the others. Too late. The blond alchemist was too late.
As soon as the flames fly on your flesh, you scream. You start coughing rapidly, smoke invading your lungs. You couldn’t see—you could barely breathe. The pain was never ending, letting more screams slip from your lips. A cry that pierces the heavens as lightning flashes and rain starts to fall. The cooling drops dampen the fire, soothing your skin and some of the minor burns on your hands and feet. It was as if Teyvat itself was crying out for its creator, trying to save you.
Someone unlocks your shackles, soft hands and soothing whispers as they take you into their arms and shouts erupt from the crowd below you. Your eyes are open yet your mind is elsewhere. The only way you’re barely aware that several others are looking over you is the shadows that they cast. You don’t notice how the Archons are guilt stricken, and Venti is weeping at your side. Meanwhile, Ei and Zhongli feel sick to their stomach for the sinister crime they had encouraged and participated in. As they looked into your eyes, now shimmering with the colours of all the nations in Teyvat, they saw the truth. They felt your warmth, recognized the way the land itself loved you, as they were meant to. You were the All-Creator, Their beloved All-Creator and they had done what they deemed the ultimate sin.
You were in shock and soon enough, you fell into unconsciousness in the lap of the alchemist who had been too late, too late to explain that they were all wrong.
A few days of intensive care and rest allowed you to recover. Quicker than most, Barbara would say. But then again, you were the All-Creator.
Albedo, Klee and Barbara. Those were the only people you trusted after the… incident. Even comfortable in their presence, you were still mildly hesitant with Barbara at times and Alice’s daughter did tend to surprise you on occasion. In those few days of rest and recovery, the three of them visited you. Often, while Barbara tended to your injuries, Klee would entertain you with some story about her treasure or how she recently went fish blasting. You would smile and laugh lightly, before Klee would leave and then promptly fall into a deep sleep in Albedo’s lap.
All the acolytes were jealous of the alchemist. They too wanted to be the ones who held you in their lap as they gained your affections. But their crimes were too great. However, you certainly have a soft spot for children. You adored Klee and Qiqi and Diona. Xiangling often made you signature and special dishes to try, eagerly awaiting your commentary. They were simply sweethearts, young children who didn’t know whether to fear you or not. You would never think about putting any kind of blame on their shoulders.
When you finally did finish recovering, no one dared to look at you. You took your seat in a throne made by the Geo Archon himself, shoes clicking across the floor of the Church of Favonius. Looking at the sea of acolytes bowing down in front of you, a scowl makes its way onto your features. You scoff at the scene. “Get up. All of you.” You say with scorn bleeding into your voice. It makes even the Harbingers and Archons themselves shiver and flinch.
They are unable to hold your hard gaze, but they dare not fidget or move from their place. You desperately wish for Albedo’s presence at this exact moment. Instead, you had made sure he took all the children out, as to not allow them to be a witness to your fury.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, a question that is simply so innocent, but as your mouth speaks the words with such a cold and silent anger, the ground shakes.
It was a few moments before the eerie, ominous silence that fell on the people of Teyvat was broken.
“We are awaiting punishment… your grace. We know what we have done.” Morax speaks, the oldest of the current Archons.
You scoff. “Punishment? You think that low of me?”
It’s quiet. Uncomfortably quiet. The Archon shifted, guilt clear on his face as he started to speak again, before getting interrupted by you. A harsh laugh escapes from your throat. It's insincere and sharp. You walk over to him, despite being so small in stature yourself, as the Geo Archon bows his head, you tower over him and it is clear who holds authority here.
You do.
Grabbing hold of his cheek roughly, you make him face you, your eyes burning with a silent rage. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, Morax.”
A toothy smile greets your face, an expression similar to a shark seeing their prey. “You thought I would be cruel? In the way you were to me? You’re pathetic.” The smile drops off your features in an instant. Letting go of him, you shake your head and sigh, walking back to your throne.
“I’m tired. Leave.” You spat out, surveying the room as your so-called acolytes fled the room like terrified cattle. Catching sight of a particular ginger, you ponder your next actions. You could ask any other harbinger, but Signora was dead and you were once more particularly fond of said ginger. Now you simply said his name with distaste.
Childe’s head perks up, hearing you call his name. He tries to push through the crowd to get closer to you but it's certainly a struggle, even for him.
“Childe. Don’t make me repeat myself again.” You huff loudly, as the church empties.
The 11th Harbinger bows down in front of you, awaiting your words. Maybe he could redeem himself, maybe he could rid himself of the sins he’s committed against you. He’d do anything for that chance. You smirk at the scene of him confessing his absolute undying loyalty to you and only you. Good.. maybe having a little toy would be useful.
“I have a task for you… Childe.” you adopted a sugar sweet tone, the false affection in your voice dripping like honey. The harbinger craved it. He looks at you, nodding once to show he understood. “I heard that Scaramouche has gone missing, is that right?”
When you asked so sweetly like that, he had to answer. He nods again, opening his mouth to speak. “Yes, your grace. That’s true, and he ran away with the electro gnosis as well.”
You hum absentmindedly, seemingly more interested in the way a rock crumbled under your grip than his answer. “I see…”
You wanted to laugh. He acted like a weak puppy down at your feet. Finally placing your focus back on him, you decide to send him off.
“Childe… I want you to find Scaramouche. Bring him back here, to meet me. Alive, of course but I doubt you’d even be able to kill him in the first place.”
a/n: two posts in two days??? a miracle. anyways this has been in my drafts since august and im happy that ive finally finished it! its funny bc i checked the date i started and it was actually aug 14 and now its sep 14. does that mean it only took me a month?? wow. word count is 1.5k
Eternity truly is the ultimate curse (Dying in their arms)
me? posting? that happens like once in a blue moon. tbh i was mainly thinking about dainsleif and scara while writing this. its just a random drabble or smth. if there’s like a big mistake or error pls tell me bc i barely proofread this lol. masterlist
Scaramouche/Wanderer, Dainsleif, Xiao, Aether
Mortals were so painfully fragile.
Haven’t I given enough?
No. Not you, not this.
Countless arguments, countless days of delight and they all end here?
You whimper quietly as he shifts you in his arms. At the end of it all, you’re glad that at least you’ll die in the arms of someone you love and vice versa.
“I’m fine, I just need a nap…” you joke, taking a shaky breath. It results in you coughing painfully, wheezing as you can taste the blood in your mouth.
Always the fool with the slowest heart.
“I’m… so… sorry,” you continue to mumble out, your vision getting worse. “That I couldn’t… stay.” You grasp his clothing tighter, tears falling down your cheeks. “I… really wanted to. I promised…” you choke out, and it gets harder to hold on every moment longer.
But with my tunnel vision,
How was I supposed to see the way?
“No. No, this isn’t the end. No.” He murmurs, pushing your hair back. He shakes his head, unable to come to terms with reality. He won’t lose everything he ever had again, he won’t lose you.
You sigh, your hands loosening from their grip. You’re so, so tired.
Haven’t I given enough, given enough?
When he gazes at you, with fear and panic and despair and absolute utter hidden rage, a soft smile makes its way to your lips. “I’ll see you again. Soon enough.”
Haven’t I given enough?
“No, don’t—don’t… no, please, please…” He begs quietly, throwing aside any notion of dignity or pride he once had as he pleads for you to stay alive just a little longer. He doesn’t want to be alone again. The light in your eyes starts to dwindle, before breathing out your last words for reassurance. “It’s… okay….”
Your warm body is the last sign of life leaving you as it grows cold in his arms. He’d burn the world down if only that meant it would give you back alive.
contains — scaramouche, gn!reader, swearing, suggestive at the end, i personally thought while writing this that it was so funny idk why, unedited because i literally wrote it like 10 minutes ago and now its 12 in the morning (night?? idk ITS LATE) and i am very tired. masterlist.
As you walk out of the building, following the short harbinger, you both swear when you see that it is raining heavily. Thankfully, Thoma had reminded you to take an umbrella—scratch that, he actually just pushed it into your hand and left before you could protest. Opening it, you walk out of the dry and into the wet, yet the only thing getting wet is your umbrella. Yay.
“For fucks sake.” you hear Scaramouche grumble behind you, still staying in the dry.
Turning, you chuckle at his predicament. “You didn’t bring an umbrella, Scara?” You tease playfully, a smug grin spreading across your face.
He glares at you, boring his ever so pretty eyes into your skull. Any agent would be on their knees at this point, begging for mercy but you simply let a short laugh slip so easily past your lips.
“I love you too. See you at home?” You tease, smiling at him affectionately, acting like you’re about to leave.
He scowls and barks out a harsh unamused laugh. “If you fucking think that you’re going to just leave…” he pauses suddenly taking two big steps towards you, grabbing hold of your umbrella. “Go fuck yourself.” He finishes, smirking as raindrops suddenly splash on your clothing.
You gape, and then laugh yet again, amused, flipping him off as you try to wrestle for the umbrella handle. “You bastard! My beloved Kuni, you, are a little shit.” Needless to say, his grip did not falter, but your legs certainly did, making you slip and fall into the soggy grass.
You curse, but your eyes shine bright with mirth as your partner stands above you, refusing to help you up until the last second.
“Go fuck me yourself then!” You didn’t even realize the words coming out of your mouth so mistakenly said until he smirks, and you quietly curse under your breath.
“I can do that too. When we get home, that is.”
You blush, flipping him off again, but your blood rushes way too quickly to your brain and oh no, you’re pretty sure any moment now you’ll turn into a tomato. Oh, Archons, what have you done?
the very tiring, horrible, not at all good day where you were not a track star [sagau]
Part 2. [masterlist]
warnings: swearing, i couldn’t create a cool title, cultish behaviours???, implied violence???, i don’t know what this is and i don’t want to find out, old crusty writing skills reborn!
info/tropes: imposter!au but with humor??, light crack, light comedy, cult!au, gn!reader
notes: like i said in a previous post, ive been on a writing hiatus for 2 years! Which is why this is very self-indulgent and me simply brushing up on my writing skills. It’s rather bad but i had fun writing it haha 🥴🤭 also its my first time writing for sagau! this was my originally intended first writing post bc it was the first thing i wrote for genshin but then i never finished it and then i posted hands as my first written post and here we are, back to the beginning :) i haven’t edited much of this, i just added on to it so my writing skills (and any characterization) in here are super crusty oof.
feat. character(s); diluc
It had been a painfully normal day, and maybe that was the source of all your current problems. You had just completed some exams and instead of studying yet again, you decided to take a short break. As you got home, dragging yourself towards your bedroom, you huffed, letting go of your bags and then collapsed onto the bed quite comfortably. After a few minutes of just lying there and rethinking your life choices, you finally decided to sit up and take out your computer. You hadn’t played Genshin in a while and you felt like rewarding yourself with finishing a quest or redecorating your teapot.
As usual, you quickly and painfully lost track of time. When you checked your phone, you saw the time and winced. 11:30 pm. Did no one call for you? That’s quite odd actually, you would usually be berated by your mom to go downstairs to socialise and eat. How did time fly by so fast? Wait, did you even eat yet? You couldn’t sneak out now, you’d be caught and chastised for staying up on a school night. Instead, you and your growling stomach simply had to deal with it. If your stomach could text emojis to you it would probably send you an angry face. You quickly closed your laptop and placed it on your desk. As you turn off the lights, you yawn before wrapping yourself in a cosy blanket burrito. Not too bad of a day, you supposed.
If only you had known what was going to happen. Your future self was probably laughing at you right now.
As sunlight playfully peeks from behind clouds, you shuffle in your sleep, wishing for five more minutes. When it gets warm, your brain finally starts to wake up. Sitting up, you frown as a calming breeze rustles your hair. Wait.
A calming breeze? You didn’t leave any windows open. HECK, you didn’t even HAVE any windows in your bedroom. Your half-asleep brain was barely processing anything, let alone allow you the energy to sit up and stretch your arms.
Why.. was there grass.. and trees.. and not your bedroom? And was it animated? The grass was nice though, you remarked, threading your fingers through the grass strands. You’re touching grass haha. Albeit, probably not real grass but… still.
You chuckle. Maybe I should go out and touch grass. You think, laughing to yourself because this was absolutely ridiculous. YOU KNEW that you probably would be terrible at surviving in those sagau fics you always read. Thank god this wasn’t that. Phew.
You shake your head, but the very animated grass in front of you hasn't changed. Haha. This is funny. Wake up brain, hello??? You thought, before your face falls. Light panic and worry set on your face. You rub your eyes once more but nothing changes and a worrying realisation sneaks into your thoughts.
No… No! That was crazy talk! You weren’t in a game! That would be insane, and concerning and…
Holy fuck, you were in a game. HOLY-
Genshin, to be exact but YOU KNEW exactly where you were. Windrise?? You pushed the thought away.
Shit. Shit shit shit! This was bad. Bad!! If this was anything like those sagau fics that you adored reading.. then… Well, you were screwed. Hopelessly, horribly, utterly, completely fucked. Only god could help you now.
Huh. Wait, did this mean that you were god now?? DID THAT MEAN THAT YOU COULD ONLY HELP YOURSELF? WHAT GOOD WOULD THAT BE?? To be totally honest, you had no idea if you were but it wouldn’t hurt to check. It actually probably would hurt but still sounds better than finding out through being stabbed by a guard or something, you pondered.
While deep in thought, something cold had nudged your shoulder. You instantly jumped, and let out a yell before realizing that was a very bad and stupid decision. Hoping nobody heard you, you look at where that weird cold thing had been, laughing softly. It was only a couple of cryo slimes. They were really quite cute.
Your hand hovered over one of them, reaching to pat them hesitantly, before letting down your guard. The fact that they weren’t attacking was good wasn’t it?
“Over there!”
Ah. And you thought that you could get away before anyone would notice you. Of course someone heard you. You should have known. The shouts had begun to increase in volume and well… you should probably start running right? The cryo slimes all get very defensive around you and push you in the opposite direction of the approaching guards. They basically do your own work for you when you are too frozen to act. You wish that this was a really weird out of body experience right now but it was starting to be evidently clear that this ‘dream’ or whatever it was, seemed too vivid and realistic that it had to be real. This is not the type of shit you could make up, but oh god you wish it was.
Still unmoving, you watch as guards and angry knights approach, yelling loudly.
“Hi? Heh.” You say and wave awkwardly. What were you doing?? MOVE!! RUN!! You internally yelled at your brain to make your legs function. Oh… you were so fucked. That's when everything starts to get a little too real and you are thrust into action mode. A spear heads your way, barely missing your side by a meter. Another lands right in front of you.
“HOLY SHIT! FUCK! FUCK, IM GOING, OH MY GOD-”
They had horrible aim, fortunately. Really, someone needed to improve the training for these guards and knights. THIS WAS NOT THE TIME TO REMARK ON THEIR SPEAR THROWING SKILLS!! You shook your head, jumping into action.
Your feet instantly start moving of their own accord and you continue to let out an excruciating list of curses that even a sailor would be surprised to hear. While heading past Springvale, your legs have already started failing you and as you near the Statue of The Seven near Dawn Winery, you collapse, your body screaming for a break.
Breaths come out in short pants and you lie on your back, looking at the clouds above before closing your eyes briefly. Maybe the guards were gone… and if they weren’t then… Well, you needed this break. The thought of “what if they weren’t” makes you crack one open. But it only leads you to noticing a casted shadow on the ground that wasn’t there before and you instantly get in a defensive position with your hands in front of your face.
“Stop! Don’t come closer! I.. will… punch you in the face!” You shout hesitantly towards whoever you presume is towering over you. When nothing happens, you look up confused, only to see Diluc, mirroring your own expression of confusion.
“Your grace?”
“Whoa, you are so pretty, what the fuck.” You said absentmindedly before covering your mouth with your hand. “Oh shit. I mean… uh..” You stumble over your words as you stare at the pyro vision holder in awe and then wince.
Diluc blushes lightly, and he coughs, looking away for a mere second before returning his gaze to you.
“Your Grace…” He starts to say before hearing you wince.
Frowning, he crouches down to your level to inspect you better. “Are you alright? Have you been injured?”
You flinch lightly as he gets closer and then you try to scoot backwards a bit, still suspicious of how much he is not trying to kill you. Unlike those guards that were chasing you earlier. How rude.
“I’m not going to harm you, your grace… I’m simply worried, I…”
“I’m fine.. but… didn’t you hear some news about an imposter??” You ask, cautiously waiting for his answer.
He sighs, shaking his head. He starts speaking but you end up not listening and instead simply stare at him, how he looks absolutely gorgeous and how his hair looks so pretty and soft and you almost reach your hand out to touch it. And this is when your head and memories became fuzzy.
It had become cold and wet all of a sudden?? You remember you had tried to stand up but then the ground met your face yet again, or very nearly did. And then it wasn’t really cold and wet?? You remember your legs and feet aching and then you simply became warmer?? Darkness clouded your vision soon after that. The timeline of events were very confusing to you and your poor brain was too exhausted and muddled from well, everything that had been occurring since you awoke.
Diluc looks at your unconscious form in his arms, after you previously attempted to stand. All of a sudden, he had to catch you haphazardly when you failed. He sighs, brushing some strands of your hair away from your sweaty and rain-soaked face. “Your grace..?” He calls worriedly, suddenly aware of how hot your forehead was, despite the rain cooling you down, it probably made you worse. The wine tycoon stands up, keeping you close in his arms as he hurries back to the Winery, not wanting to stay in the rain for too long, especially due to your current condition and health.
a/n: this was about 1.5k i think hehe. yes i am making a part two. hope you enjoyed whatever the hell this was hahaha.
29. ❛ they’re dangerous? well unfortunately, so am i. ❜
RIP bc smth weird happened with tumblr and the ask disappeared when i answered it but then put it in my drafts. here is a screenshot of the ask. anyways sorry it took so long anon, things have been crazy around here!! lmao i hope that the characterization is alright 💀💀 and i hope you like it!!
“I wasn’t planning to. I’m simply concerned for your safety.”
Ayato flips through some paperwork on his desk, before looking up at you sitting on said desk. Nobody would ever dare do something rather disrespectful, but being the All-Creator had its perks. Including that the head of the Kamisato Clan would do anything and everything for you. Yet Ayato was so smug about the fact that out of all your acolytes, he was exclusively given your attention and affections. You’re utterly fond of the entire Kamisato household, he just so happens to be your personal favourite.
Jealousy seems to just spill out of nearly every other clan within Inazuma and even its own Archon looks upon the Kamisato Clan with such envy. (And you don’t even want to get started on the other nations)
Ayato is the one who calms you down after a sudden explosion of provoked rage, who wipes your tears and strokes your hair after a particularly jarring flashback. As long as the Yashiro Commissioner is around, you’re able to be vulnerable enough to fall into an easy sleep, often peacefully dozing on his lap. As long as the Yashiro Commissioner is around, you feel safe and completely at ease.
Your features soften, looking more like the gentle and graceful god of Teyvat you’re said to be.
Ayato stands up and walks over to you, leaning in close to move a strand of hair from your face. You sigh and close your eyes, pressing your head into the crook of his neck.
“I should go. I have to go.” You mumble resignedly into his clothing.
“Stay.” He holds your jaw gently, lifting your head and locking onto your gaze. You pout, enjoying the warmth of his hands.
“It could be dangerous.” He adds on, caressing your cheek.
You scoff at that. “The entirety of Teyvat bows before me. I’ll be fine.”
Ayato sighs. He just wants you all to himself for a little longer. You chuckle, bringing him out of his thoughts.
“This is what you get for not coming home, pretty boy.” You tease, playing with his hair, as he marvels at the fact that you, his beloved god, was here in the flesh.
A punishment?
He thought those in Mondstat certainly deserved one for what they had done to you. For being so blinded in worship they didn’t even recognize their real god.
“My sincere apologies, darling, but it seems like you came home to me instead.” Ayato hums, placing a quick kiss on your lips, relishing in seeing a pink blush bloom across your face.
You slap him on the shoulder lightly. Hearing the mischievous lilt in his voice, you knew he was up to something. Before you even try to speak, his hands drop down to your waist. Pulling you across the desk, to get even closer to you, so that your bodies are pressed together, he smirks.
If your heart rate hadn’t spiked already before, now you were sure it was going crazy.
Ayato starts to place yet another kiss, and then more and more up your jaw, pausing shortly between his words. “I don’t see the urgency in going to Mondstat, sweetheart.” He kisses back down your jaw now, silencing a whimper from your lips as kisses them once more.
“Ayato… There’s around hundreds of letters requesting my return. Some sort of apology… Poor Thoma had to deal with lots of them simply piling up and even resorted to burning some because there were just too many.” You finally speak, your voice breathless and a little shaky.
“I don’t… trust them. They’re dangerous. And what about treasure hoarders?”
They’re dangerous.
You stiffen, and Ayato notices that the ever so bright stars within your eyes have turned dark. He can see a storm brewing, dark clouds and wind blowing harshly with flashes of red electricity in its midst. Any other acolyte would tremble in terror, but Ayato has seen it before and he absolutely admires its beauty, your beauty.
“They’re dangerous?” You repeat, and the wind outside starts to whistle. The storm outside starts to resemble the storm inside of Teyvat’s own god. Lightning strikes loudly outside the estate.
“Well unfortunately, so am I.” You finish, but the more Ayato lays down soft kisses down your jaw, down your neck, the more he hums and utters sweet nothings across your skin, warm breath fanning over your face as he holds your waist tightly, the storm starts to recede and diminish until it goes back to way that it always was. Gone was the red lightning, as it turned back into its natural colour.
The Yashiro Commissioner smiles, a light hearted chuckle escaping him. “I know you are.”
You sigh as you feel his lips on your neck, closing your eyes in pleasure as he starts nibbling and leaving bites all over. Ayato knew that when you went to Monstadt (with him, preferably) they would all see that he was yours, and that you wanted him only, just like how he wanted you all to himself, for eternity.
overview — you’re simply out with your beloved partner and something sudden makes them get down on their knees with a ring in their hand and a stupid smile on their face.
masterlist.
note — 100% brainrot. 100% unedited. hehe. originally i was gonna post this with a childe version which im currently half way thru writing but then i was like ah screw it imma post heizou’s version first. writing might have some errors, and it feels a little stale. its cute tho <3
feat. characters — heizou
HEIZOU
It was rather early in the morning, when you and Heizou decided to go out for a little walk, and then you got distracted by the groceries.
“What do you think we should have for lunch?” You ask your partner, focusing on what vegetables the stall had and which ones you should get. You’re a little absent minded, so you don’t hear what he says at first until he shakes your shoulder and gives you a look.
“What?”
“Worry about lunch later. It’s only 8 am. We can figure out when it’s actually lunchtime, love.”
You blink, before your heart melts and a cute smile finds itself on your face. “You’re right… I can’t believe it's one of those days again…” You sigh, a teasing lilt in your face as you look at the detective.
“What kind of days? Hmm?” Heizou plays along, with a smug look on his face that you’d just love to wipe off.
“Just days…. where…”
“Where…? Where… what? Where… I’m right? Again?” He drags it out, teasing to the max, chuckling. You stick your tongue out and pout, childish.
“Just shut up and hold my hand.” You mutter, intertwining your fingers together. He snickers lightly, pressing a quick kiss on the side of your head. The both of you take your time on your short morning walk around the city. When you’re approaching a stall and whispering something about the seller’s haircut choice, an old lady stops the two of you in your tracks. Mainly because all her groceries fell on the floor.
“Oh, let me help you with that.” You say kindly, dropping to the floor to help the old lady pick up her shopping. Heizou does the same, wordlessly picking up two shopping bags filled with groceries while you hold the others. A rather unusually big amount of shopping for a elderly person to do, you thought.
“Thank you… you both are such dears. Sweethearts, huh? I remember the days when I was young and in love.” She smiles, a fond look falling on her aged features. “When’s the wedding?” She jokes, looking at the both of you as if it was like looking into the past.
You chuckle at the question awkwardly, back at Heizou’s side. You think he’s just playing along with the joke when he replies.
“Oh, we haven’t chosen a date just yet. But it is happening soon, I can promise you that.” Heizou gives you a look of adoration. Your heart races, like it always does because you’re absolutely head over heels for him, just like he is for you.
The elderly lady waves goodbye, taking her numerous groceries, disappearing into the crowd. And even when there is a crowd starting, it still feels like just the two of you. “You sounded so serious there, zou.” A giggle escapes from you, as you joke, poking his arm playfully.
“Oh, I was being serious.”
Wait, what?
Your smile drops to the ground as you see Heizou go down on one knee and pull a velvet box out of his pocket. He swears that if he had taken a picture of you at that point, you would laughed at having seen how your eyes grew as wide as dish plates. Despite your gaping expression, he thinks that you look absolutely enchanting, with the morning rays ghosting your skin and making your hair glow.
“Will you… marry me?” He grins, looking a little bashful with soft blush coating his cheeks. You’re still in shock, gaping at the beautiful sapphire and emerald ring, sparkling in the sunlight. The two stones represented both of your visions, and if you weren’t still recovering then you’d have melted in a puddle on the floor.
“Y/N, are you going to give a response any time soon—?”
“Oh Archons, Heizou!” You interrupt, leaping at him in excitement. He hadn’t predicted that, see, so the two of you went tumbling across the floor, tangled up together, laughing. You beam down at him, with a smile so bright he swears it could blind the whole of Teyvat.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes—!” You repeat again and again, before he pulls your collar down to shut you up with a kiss. You pull away when you realize that yes, the two of you are in the middle of the city, lying down on the floor, looking like two idiot teenagers.
When you’re both up and standing still, Heizou pulls you in by the waist for another kiss, feeling your smile against his lips. His hand slips the ring on your finger, and it fits like the last perfect piece of the puzzle.
“I can’t wait to marry you.” Your voice is soft, just like the way your lips feel on his, and he wishes time would freeze, so he could stay in this moment for all eternity. You are the last solution to all the investigations and cases he’s ever cracked. You are the solution to the case of the prodigy detective’s own heart.
a/n: i cant believe that today is the THIRD DAY im posting aNOTHER fic. 3 DAYS IN A ROW. ive never been so consistent in my entire life. also idk if the last part really works or makes any sense but oh well. i just love him so much <33
