⋆❀ — content: arranged marriage, kokomi's little sister! reader, angst, hurt/comfort, ayato is rude, ayato is bad at feelings, thoma is a sweetheart, traditions and rules, high expectations, conflict, fluff at the end, lots of water allegories, maybe a little to poetic, sfw
⋆❀ — a/n: hello everyone long time not seen, but i am back and will be writing more here! so i always love arranged marriages more if they are traditional, i try to investigate the use of japanese words the best i can but if i make a mistake feel free to correct me.
the strong sound of the rain lets you clear your mind and emotions a little, and even it makes you feel comfortable, it’s like the weather has decided to match your emotions, so you walk, walk to the middle of the storm, walk in the heavy rain trying to watch away all the feelings and emotions, trying to watch them and leave them behind, leave them behind as are you now leaving this house, this life, and this marriage.
the arranged marriage with the head of the yashiro commission, kamisato ayato, was one of a show, a show of peace, a show of unity and a new beginning of relations between inazuma and ekanomiya, a marriage between one of the sangonomiya clan and one of the sanbugyou, to consolidate the peace between the two new lands, in this way, you took the responsibility, your big sister kokomi had always shouldered the heavy responsibilities alone if you could help her in something you would do, so you accepted and travelled to inazuma and married commissioner kamisato ayato, and you promised to your sister that you will be fine, in reality, you believed that you will be fine, you wanted this to work out. and maybe you were being naive, or maybe you are just weak but now you are walking in a storm hopping to get away, and as you walk you try to leave all the memories behind.
the day of the wedding was wrapped in expectation and solemnity, the gardens of the kamisato state were decorated with flowers and symbols that represent the honour of the union of ekanomiya and inazuma. the ceremony was simple and formal it was what it had to be. you remember your first big impression of ayato, cordial, charismatic, you could say charming, so you smiled, thinking that this could work better than you first thought. but when the ceremony ends and the night comes is a shift of reality, his attitude distant and cold, and you feel a gap between the two, but you try to understand.
the night came and your mind went to the room, you were nervous but you thought it would be a good chance to talk without people, get to know each other a little more, and maybe begin a friendship in the same way. so when the housekeeper of the kamisato clan guides you through hallways, surprise and confusion fill your thoughts as you take notice that your room is located apart from the main rooms. you didn't want to overthink things, but a sense of isolation starts to feel in your chest.
days passed, but the feeling grew bigger, you felt lost, but trying to take control you started to explore the new house, you were surrounded by strangers but that was a thing you thought you could change. and in the reflection of your thoughts you came to realise some things, one, the kamisato clan is always busy, the servants, ayaka, thoma and ayato are always working, two, ayato is keeping his distance from you, three, even if you are now a kamisato, you don't know what are you role or work in this house.
you were in limbo, with a clear role or purpose in your new life, you are the kamisato ojousama, but is only in word, in reality, it is almost like you are an object a decoration, just a thing that doesn't even have a purpose and is just there.
time goes by, and the rain gets heavier as the short memories started, you really never had a place here, it was clear since that afternoon that you walked into the office of your husband with nervousness and determination, and you really tried to integrate yourself in the kamisato clan.
“shujinsama” your voice is timid, his gaze rested on you, and although his expression was serene, you could see the trace of fatigue in his eyes. “yes, tsuma?” even in his soft voice, you could feel the distant formality that has characterized his interaction with you. his focus went back to the papers in front of him as you started to talk “i would like to help in the next event, maybe i could be in charge or something, or help in…” your voice stops as ayato eyes rest shortly on you and get back to his papers “is not necessary, all the events are managed fine by the kamisato clan, you don't need to worry about that things”
his voice was calm but your chest hurt with his words, even with that you tried again “i really wish to help in some capacity and be more involved” you don't know why but at that moment a tear slid down your face.
silence fell between the two, as your tears slowly fell. ayato watched you, and for a moment, you saw a shadow of something beyond his facade of formality. but in the blink of an eye, his expression hardened again “ayaka is the one in charge, you are not needed” that was the first time you cried for his words.
you remember how thoma found you crying, not noticing his presence in your room as he brought you some tea, he was warm, and his words were warm, but you knew that he had a role, and you never would want to tear him from his position in the clan, so even there you were alone. and even if you are torn inside, you tried to believe in his words, in that it was only a question of time.
for some time you tried to convince yourself that you would find a hold in this place, but is like destiny was laughing in your face, that was today, maybe yesterday, here all things have protocols, and without guidance, is difficult to not make errors. the last thing you remember before just taking a bag and getting out, was the cold eyes and cold words of ayato “your mistakes shows your negligence” you tried to control yourself, now your place “it was involuntary, i was just trying too…” but his worlds felt like knives it was confusing but you remember he saying things about responsibility, about your place, about you need to show your worth
so you try to get out, you come to a realization, even if you share the family name, you are not part of his family, even if you have taken his last name you are not part of the clan and you will never be, even if you are now a kamisato in law or paper, you realize that is not enough, there is a wall, the rain falls and in a strange way, the coldness and harshness recomforts you, without a plan you are walking away.
"what do you think you are doing" a voice stops you, clear and loud, even in the middle of the storm, his voice is a bigger tempest to come, you can find more words, but you don't want to fight more, you never were a warrior, you never consider yourself strong and you don't want to be "going away". his voice is closer like a hurricane going your way "i ask again, what do you think you are doing?" you are in the eye of the storm "going away!, ayato i can take it anymore, i can't support a minute more” you are not looking at him, but hi looking at you his voice strong like always "and you think escaping is a solution? escaping your responsibilities here?"
your tears flow with the rain, the fear, the pain, the sadness and the desesperación flow inside you like a wave of emotions that they drag more and more into the sea, and all you can feel are those negative emotions, hoping to be washed away on a shore.
the image of you can escape ayato eyes, his eyes fixed on you watching you, but in reality, seeing you for the first time. he sees you crumble, the intensity of your crying is even stronger than the rain, all the emotions in the wave that drags you more and more inside the sea drowning you, and you can't breath, all the weight of your emotions dragging you down. as more tears fall from your eyes, ayato sees how your breath runs out of air, your breathing more agitated and difficult. almost like you are drowning. he sees how thoma gets to you, face full of worry "breathe slowly, here with me..."
ayato takes his distance but doesn't leave, his eyes fixed on your trembling body, your reaction taking a toll on him, you can feel his gaze, his eyes, and you can feel him coming to you"i am sorry" "never have the intention to take you to this point, i… i should have managed things in a different way” but you feel your mind foggy like its an illusion, the rain pours strong over you, and your heart pours inside of you.
you don't remember at what moment, you are taken inside the house, you don't remember at what moment you enter the bath, but now you are here surrounded by warm water and vapour, pleasant scents of lavender and rose, the room is lith in dim light, and the sound of rain continues outside.
and then the door opens, his eyes fall on you surrounded by water and spume, his eyes observe you, seeing you, he gets close, with slow and measured movements, ayato kneels next to the bathtub, is all silence only the rain until his voice breaks the silence “i have been a stupid fool, i have been also a despicable man, i made things difficult to you, and i have made you cry” his eyes fixated in you “i know apologies are not enough, but i will say sorry, and you have the right of not trusting in me, but seeing you cry like that… i don't want to make cry anymore”
lost for words you look at him trying to form a sentence but the only thing you can say is “thanks” ayato smiles at you, and it seems like a real smile “i know I've made mistakes, that i have hurt you, and sorry is not enough, but if you are willing to give me a chance, to amend, i will change, i promise you will not longer feel trapped or unhappy”
you can only nod, this is all you wanted an opportunity, a chance, an open door, ayato hand travels slowly to your check, caressing your face, and it feels warmer than the water, his eyes are soft, his smile is soft, and he rolls up his sleeves “can i?” you nod even if you don't understand his hands travel to your hair and he starts to wash it “ayato?” your voice is soft and he smiles to you “i promise i will make the things right”
⋆❀ — a/n: it was really a long time since i wrote something creative, but i am here and i will try to stay active and post constantly. really struggled with the start and trying to not make this a bible, hope that you enjoy it a little, maybe if it is received well i can make a long version for ao3, i like the idea of a young kokomi sister. like always commissions and suggestions are open, if you want to be tagged just tell me and be my guest, love you all have a nice day
hello people! know that i disappeared for a long time, but im back!!! and will be more active here, have a lot of plans and projects for stories and more things so im exited. i finished of writing my thesis, so now i have the time and space to write my silly love stories!! and also reading and sharing other stories so im so exited!!!!
one of my projects is to finish writing the series of arranged marriages, and rewrite the one about alhaitham. the are also more stories, some shorts and anothers long, and writhing for another fandoms. i will make a list, also i will be accepting requests and ideas.
im so exited to be here, and want to participe more in this space, if anyone want to chat or something also open.
⋆❀ — content: arranged marriage, alhaitham is bad at feelings, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, little miscommunication, you are a sunshine, he calls you nymph, little age gap, alhaitham is like 27 and you are like 20/21 its not mentioned in the writing but he calls you little, sfw but there will be a second part with the nsfw, i love arranged marriage i can't help myself, maybe little occ alhaitam at the end but his in love, smirking alhaitham is in my mind all the time
⋆❀ — a/n: hello sorry for the disappearance, but you know life happens, i don't promise that i will be so active, but will try to write more things. i tried not to go into the story too much, especially in the beginning and get to the good part of the drama, angst and romance, tell me what you think, if you like it maybe I'll think about enlarging it on ao3, i will do a follow up with the nsfw and this is a part of a serie so next character is ayato.
he knew about arranged marriages, in reality, they were pretty common in sumeru society, when the grand majority of people were putting all their minds and time into the endless pursuit of knowledge there was little time for romance and love all that fairy tale things were out of the equation of the people lives. alhaitham was no exception to the rule, in fact, he cared so little about the idea of infatuation and romance that it didn't cross his mind at all, not until his old grandma told him, that she had found an adequate and nice girl to be his bride.
the truth was, he didn't care at all, he could have refused with good reasons, in reality, he liked being alone, it was easier, lets complications meant more accomplishments. but if the girl didn't bother him and let him be with his studies and do his things, he didn't see the problem with accepting the marriage. so the preparations begin
the first time he met you, alhaitham didn't know what to make about you. you were a pretty young girl, he could appreciate that, a nice smile, bright eyes, and a cheerful disposition. you seemed so far away from the common world. you looked nervous but he could tell you had what people seemed to categorize as a sweet personality. it was a little eerie looking at you, so nice and cheerful, with a fitting lilac dress… and your eyes met his, a smile on your face, he could only nod in acknowledgement, but your smile grew more as you talked with a friend excitedly. so contrasting.
in the days leading to the wedding, he discovered some things about you, it resulted, you were an ex akademiya student, and you had a decent academic record, but for some reason, you decided not to follow the academic path. all the times he saw you, it seemed like you always were happy, with a smile, and going to one place and another, you had a liveness in you. one day you asked him something maybe it was about the flowers, maybe it was about the cake he could only answer the true 《he didn't care》 something seemed to change in your expression but you nodded not the less. you seemed like you wanted to tell something more, so he observed you; you were in another dress it was white but it had lilac ornaments. with all the people you talked to, you smiled, he was surprised your face didn't hurt at this point.
and the wedding day came. it was lively, decorated with care, rainbow roses and paradises hung over chandeliers, and the bride, you looked eerie in the bridal dress, your always present smile shining and brightening the room, and your eyes looking at him almost like searching for something. alhaitham was stoic as always, but even he felt his breath taken away at your sign. for you almost all seemed unreal, you were getting married, his face was serious like always, and you were searching for something, something in him that could tell you that this was going to work. you wanted to believe that there was some curiosity behind his eyes, it all felt helpless but you hoped.
the ceremony was quick, nothing special in particular, traditional rites and votes, it was like a trance it finished almost as it started, and the wedding continued with the fest and the party, and especially the first dance you smile at him, but he didn't say anything, his face with the same expression, you didn't know what you were waiting but it was something, maybe at 《you look beautiful》 but you would be conformed with an 《the weather is nice》 in that moment.
alhaitham was in his seat of honour, he was watching you dazzling with some girls, your cousins he believed you said? but in a strange way, you seemed in your element, he couldn't keep his eyes out of you, you were an enchantress, it was not natural, the sweetness, the brightness, the way you flow in your moves, he was there with you some hours ago, the first dance, it was brief, as he only wanted to go to his place and end all this, and you seemed distracted, he remembers you asked about the decorations “they are fine, i guess” he answered, you smile seemed to felt for a second and came back almost immediately, averting your gaze he could her you murmur “the rainbow rose is one of my favourite flowers, all people say they are pink but sometimes they seem lilac to me, and the colour is pretty, and the meaning…” alhaitham looked at you waiting for you to continue talking in the dance "it can symbolize several things" you said quickly to look away as if wanting to avoid something, alhaitam decided not to pressure if you wanted to say something you would say it he tought.
and now he was watching you dance, laughing, and dazzling, you asked him if he wanted to dance more, but he refused, “im comfortable here, thank you” was his short answer, something shifted in your face, but as you enjoy your time it seemed left past. and as he looked at you a single word could only describe you, nymph, he thought, an ethereal nymph, that bewitched all the room.
the day ended, and the moment came, time to go to alhaitham house, no, your new house you remember yourself, the way was silent, but he seemed comfortable with that, so you stayed silent. he looked as always, with the same expression, he was now your husband, and you were in way to his home, no, in way to your home. as you passed the portal, the place seemed nice, but you couldn't help to feel disappointed, there were no laughs, no bridal carry, and there was so much silence.
he looked at you seeing the place, you seemed lost, like a deer in bright lights, you watched him walk to a door and clear his throat “there is an extra set of keys in the kitchen that you can take tomorrow, this is the bedroom you can refresh and make yourself comfortable” you enter the room it was nice and big, but it seemed lonely? “someone of your family brought somethings of yours these last days, all is in the boxes so you can accommodate the how you want” you nodded your head, what you can say in this moments? “that door leads to the bathroom, the other one is the closet” you looked at him maybe hopping that he say something more but he didn't.
when you came out of the shower after bathing and putting in one of the pajamas one cousin gave you joking that with that you could even conquist a god, it was pretty, but it made you feel shy. the bedroom was alone, alhaitham was not in sign, and all seemed to be in so much silence, you carefully get out of the bedroom looking for alhaitham, the house was dark, but there was a dim light coming out from a door, opening the door slowly, you saw what it seems to be the study room, alhaitham was there in an soffa, bathed and in comfortable clothes. his eyes looked at you quickly only to return his gaze to the pages of the book "there is something you need?" the question came in surprise, how you answer that? "i was just wondering a little... and didnt saw you" you answered as he changed the page, with out apparting his eyes from the words in the book he said "yes i came to finish some reports, and continue with my reading" you could saw that, but in the wedding night? you were hopping maybe you could talk more, try to know each other. you didn't knew what to answer and he seemed that had little interest in conversation, so you only nodded and walked to the bedroom. and as you lied in bed your thoughts seemed to spiral in what is to come.
the light wake you and you woke up alone with the other side of the bed, almost intact, it seemed like he sleep in the studio. you get up of the bed and walked only to saw alhaitham already dressed up and drinking his morning coffee. he looked at you briefly "there is some coffee left, but you can make whatever" you looked at him with keys in his hand, he was leaving? today? "are you going out" tried to sound as casual as possible, "yes" he said and didn't give more explanation as you looked him going to the door only to stop "oh i am going to the akademiya, have somethings to do" he saw you giving him an small smile, your hair was messy of the sleep, and if he looked more down, well in reality yes you were beautiful "when you arrive?".
"don't know, so don't worry about that" was the last words he said, and you were alone. the rest of the day you just accommodated your things, and recieved the wedding gifts, you were curious, but decided to wait for alhaitham, maybe it could be a chance to talk, and past time together. the house seemed nice, but it felt solitary almost like a chell, just some place to rest and store things. and there were a lot of books, all academic and of a lot of subjects, maybe you should ask your mother of bringing you your novels. but even if there was something you wanted to read, your mind were wondering about the man that lived in the house, maybe he was just nervous you were too, he was polite, maybe it was cuestion of time, maybe you just needed time.
time passed, day by day, and as time goes bye, things seem to stay the same. that first day when he arrive you commented him about the gifts, you were excited but all semmed to faint when he answered "i think you can check them and sortem alone" you tried to smile to him "you don't want to look at them" his only response was "no its fine, trust in you" so you opened your wedding gifts alone, in a house that you felt will never be yours.
and as time still went , week by week, things didn't seem to change, the feelings of rejection were groing, he was not bad, he was not good, you think the only answer was that he wasnt, you tried to stay positive, tried to stay optimistic, but it was waiting on you, the house feeled strange, and you couldnt balance yourself in this eviroment that semmed so far away for you. he was not cruel, so there was nothing you could complain about. you only feel lonely.
you started to fall in routine or so you believed, only half of the time you could wake before of him and doing a breakfast he always say "its not necessary" and after that alone time, sometimes you will get out and go with some friend to talk or eat something, and every fifteen days in saturday, you visited your family, alone. they didnt ask, your father talked things about the akademiya, you found out about the changes there, even if your husband was the grand scribe.
at the beginning you took advantage of the house alone, to dance and sing, and just move yourself, you were alone soo you say to yourself that you could made a fool of yourself, unknowngly of the little times alhaitham catch you, dancing and singing in the kitchen or common room, for him it was a little fascinating but he would never comment something about that, but he would smile to himself, you were a nymph he tought is obvious that dance is in you second nature. but as time passed you danced every time less, you didn't feel motivation to sign, and you almost not feel like yourself.
alhaitham moved towards his own things, all within his space, you didn't knew his colleagues, or friends? only one Kaveh he was fine, but commonly it was only bickering between him and alhaitham. all made you feel invisible. more when people when people at the akademiya, were surprised that alhaitham was married. only one time you went to the akademiya to leave him something he had left behind, and the way some akademics treat you, thats what you left in the first place, but why nobody new alhaitham was married? so invisible you were. all more feel lonely.
if someone asked you what alhaitham was to you, and if you would tell the true, the only answer was 《 a ghost, an spirit that just lives there, and you know that is there, is not an evil one but either a good one, he is just a ghost i live within this walls, of a place that seems unknow to me, a ghost that don't disturbs, it almost difficult to feel his presence but you know is there, and don't matter what you try, you can never recognize him, talk to him, comprehend him, you could never recognize his will. in the end the ghost is just part of the place, but you also are becoming just a part of the house, a wallflower of life 》
alhaitham noted your change, the energy, the life and the bright in your eyes, faded everyday, for several days now he didn't catch you signing or dancing like before, and now the brief chitchat that you had when your ate, was more brief, being now him the one to talk more, he observe you, you didn't seem sick, you looked tired, and you body sometimes trembled, he saw your hands they had injuries from cleaning, the last days, you seemed a little obsessed with that everything where clean he told you, that it was not necesary, that all were spotless but you said you prefered so he let you be, but he couldn't saw you hurt.
so after dinner he enter the bedroom, you were there with that pajamas more akin to a babydoll, you seemed lost reading a book but in reality not reading "you hurt yourself" was the thing that he said, and take you out of your trance, without letting you answer, he took your hand and began to put ointment on it and bandage it. your eyes round looked at him, but as always he just discussed what is in hand "i'm going to hide the cleaning products, if you keep going, you can't be hurt, understood?" he saw you, and you looked so helpless there, hair let down, pink babydoll, and eyes wide like a doe, nooding to answer to him "fine" he couldn't look you more so he looked briefly at the book in your hands, a novel. "not more cleaning, now rest" he left with a word more.
when you wakeup the next morning the house were alone, but there was tea waiting for you, and a fiction book in the table. when alhaitham arrived home an smile face was painted in his face as he saw you reading the book he left for you, without a world he put a candy box in the bureau and left to the studyroom.
alhaitham missed the shine in your smile, and your cheerfulness, but he could spotit sometimes everytime you looked at a new book, or saw a desert, even somethings so simple like flowers made you smile. so everyday without a word he let something for you, first only the thing and after that with a little nottee, he feel stupid, but you seemed to smile to the notes.
it was morning, it was strange, you didn't have hopes for the day, this last days, he seemed to disappear for some days only to cameback, an expeditions they where, in reality you didn't coment on it, all ways confused, the tug of war, of your feelings was getting out of crontol. and maybe the thing that made you crazy, was that he looked the same, you belived that you liked stoic man, but not the stoicism in person. in the other side there was his care, the gifts, but there also was the silence and the space. you looked to the vase of flowers with some rainbow roses, that he left there, was he so confusing, you didnt want to fall for him, you didnt want to be the one to get hurt, you were scare, that even after all this time, you felt helpless in his presence.
you wished you could sleep the day away, maybe was the better, so that were the plan of the day, if you sleep, nothing could happen, and life moved without you so it was fine. but after some hours, and some headache you couldn't help to cry, and just cry in the dark room of this house that wasn't your home and hounted your heart.
alhaitham hated sometimes those stupid scolars of the akademiya, he thought as he entered his house, it was dark, it was pretty late, so you must be asleep now, although he sometimes notted how you couldn't sleep at night. alhaitham new things were slow, but he could say they were a little progress, your eyes seemed to shine almost like at the start, and he conversed more with you, when he accepted to get married, he didn't think that he will feel so enchanted for his wife. but you were a nymph in his life, 《 you had bewitched him of body and soul 》 as the corny books you read put it. in the beginning he started distance for him, after that it was for you, and after that it was just a routine of you. but he was restless, all the time he did what he wanted, and say what he wanted, but with you it was different, he wanted you, but he didn't knew what to do now.
he saw the table and frown all was intact since the morning, he made its way to the master bedroom, that seemed almost yours, but in wanting his space and then in not making you uncomfortable, maybe he could change that, his thoughts close as he heard you sniff and cry, it seemed you were almost out of breath and he never felt so shitty in his life like in that moment, he didn't care what people thought of him, but now he care about your thoughts.
you fell him in the room, and telling you something that seemed far away, you tried not to, but you couldn't help of hugging him, of trying to hide yourself in his arms. you thought maybe just for night, he didn't say nothing, and he let you be. so you hide in him, until you felt asleep.
the next morning you wakeup expecting to be alone like always but he was there looking at you. alhaitham couldn't help himself looking you so helpless his hand traveled to your hair, getting it out your face "you know my little wife?" it seemed so surreal almost like a dream, "i have been thinking of the shitty husband i was being and how much i have neglected my marital duties" his voice was low and hoarse of the morning. his hand hold you chin and made you look into his eyes "i wonder if my sweet little wife could forgive me" you were left for word and only form a perfect o with your lips "maybe i should try harder to fulfill my duties as a husband" he smile when the words seemed to fall on you and your eyes shined like when he met you "maybe you should try" your voice were eerie "maybe i should but only if my so sweet wife let me" his face was serious, but you wanted, he was breaking the wall, yes it started with the presents the notes, but this felt real, you only nodded to him, for a reason you felt shy in his gaze.
his voice lowered more as he hold you "nymph you have been so sweet forgiving me, i promise that i will be better for you" there was that smile "you hadn't being that bad, i guest" you wanted to jock a little but you couldnt not know that it all seemed unreal "alhaitham thank you , for the books, and the sweets, and the notes and the flowers, you remembered my favourite flowers" his face was the same serious face of always but there were something in his eyes some shine and a little smirk that was appearing in the corner of his lips "so polite my nymph...."
⋆❀ — a/n: i hope you like this, i am not so sure if i liked it, but is my first long post, so maybe if i do a change will be little and i will warn. i try to stay in alhaitham pov most of the time but the angst is better in the reader's pov, like always asks are open, if you have ideas, or want to comment something. dont know if the next post would be the second part of this or the ayato one. thank you for reading as always. if you had a better name for the tittle its welcome 🌸🍨🪼
⋆˚❀˖°ʚɞ˚ ♡ ⋆. hellooo beautiful people, i have an idea for a writing series about arranged marriage, because it is one of my favourite troops and i can't help myself, i have the draft for 4 characters but i can't decide with who to start first. it will include angst, fluff, hurt/comfort and maybe smut or doing a second part with the nsfw part.
sooooo i thought why not ask so here it is :
arranged marriage
⋆❀ — alhaitham
⋆❀ — ayato
⋆❀ — childe/ajax
⋆❀ — diluc
Voting ended onSep 10, 2023
⋆˚❀˖° psd : i want to thank to everyone that has giving a opportunity to my work, it means a lot that you seem to enjoy my silly writings.
⋆˚❀˖° psd2 : if you have a idea, a coment or want to see some character or situation my asks are open, or you can comment, i appreciate all.
in your last post you said gn reader twice at the top but the fic but had she/her, wife etc. as descriptors for reader. not trying to be pushy but could you please either change the tags or remove the obviously gendered parts, it's really rude and spammy to tag incorrectly
yes, sorry i will change it now, it was a honest mistake, i have the head full with school, but thank you so much for telling me. i really appreciate it.
⋆❀ — sypnosis: you have a fight with them, so you escape but now you only want to be with them where you belong
⋆❀ — content: gn! reader, fluff, comfort, hurt/comfort, more comfort than nothing, damsel in distress, yes you are a damsel and are in distress, thay are protective and mean well, i love them and you too, use of darling, fears of being lost, fears of being alone.
⋆❀ — a/n: hello second part up!!! i am a sucker for white knights so here it is for everyone that wants a hugh and doesnt feel strong.
⋆❀ — part 1 || part 2 || m.list
⋆❀˖°🫐·࿐ ࿔˚ ayato
strolling through the dimly lit streets of Inazuma served as your method to clear your mind following the heated exchange with ayato. emotions churned within you as you distanced yourself from the kamisato residence, each step seemingly without direction. the shopping bags in your hands seemed to not work in the job of easing your mind.
as you traversed the tranquil city streets, the faint jingle of bells on shop doors and the warm glow of lanterns illuminated your path. lost in thought, you scarcely registered the passage of time.
a sudden chill raced down your spine, causing you to come to an abrupt stop. scanning your surroundings, a feeling of unease settled in. the darkness made it difficult to discern details, but an unsettling sensation of being watched washed over you.
a faint whisper caught your attention, prompting you to tighten your grip on the bags in your hands and whirl around. In the darkness, a group of men approached with an air of stealth. one of them stepped forward, his gaze assessing you curiously. "well, well, what do we have here?" he uttered, a smile playing on his lips, though his eyes remained unaffected. "looks like we've stumbled upon an unexpected presence tonight."
your fingers clenched around the bags, anxiety building as you desperately sought an escape route. physically confronting them was out of the question. "It's them!" one exclaimed, astonishment lacing his voice. "the spouse of chief kamisato!"
they drew closer, a glint of intrigue in their eyes. "don't worry, we have no intentions of causing you harm," he assured with a smile that attempted reassurance. "but having the spouse of chief kamisato on our side would certainly be... intriguing, wouldn't you agree?"
your heart raced as their words hung in the air. with your mind racing, you hurled one of the bags directly at the leader's face. his surprise was evident as he stumbled back, temporarily disoriented by the unexpected assault.
seizing the moment, you dropped the other bags and sprinted forward with every ounce of your energy. your heart pounded in your chest, fear coursing through your veins, pushing you to move faster.
the sound of pursuit echoed behind you as the men closed in, their footsteps growing louder. your heartbeats sounding loud in your ears, when you hear to the first clash of steel with steel. looking behind you found yourself surrounded by the shuumatsubas, who served your husband's family. one of them approached you, and took you to the kamisato residence, to your home.
approaching the entrance of the house, a familiar figure hurried towards you, the conrcen in his eyes transforming to one of relief. he closed the distance between you in quick strides, enfolding you in a protective embrace. his hands ran soothingly through your hair as he held you close, as you started crying in his arms. whispered reassuring words to you as he held you, assuring you once again that you were safe and that he would be there to protect you.
after a while, ayato's usual playful smile returned, breaking through the gravity of the situation. he handed you a handkerchief and made sure you were composed before speaking "always making me worry my darling," as you wiped away your tears, ayato continued, "but i suppose i should be used to it by now. you have a knack for getting into unexpected situations."
you hugged him more tightly dont wanting to be appart of him "i can't help it if trouble seems to find me," ayato put you up in his arms "or perhaps you have a talent for finding trouble?" he replied as he walked to your house
"come on," ayato said with a mischievous grin. "Let's go back inside the house, where you belong, and put an end to these escapades for the night."
⋆❀˖°🫐·࿐ ࿔˚ alhaitham
the sea breeze of swept over you, the sound of the waves played in the background of your mind, as you wandered the hallways. your life with alhaitham held its simplicity and beauty, a truth that defied the assumptions of others. yet, there were moments when all their words, assumptions, and worries seem to come to life. in those instances, alhaitham's demeanor could be so exesperating and maddening. despite the overall ease and happiness, those instances served as reminders of the man that all the world saw.
your gaze fixates upon the distant horizon, the tranquil expanse of the sea formed a stark contrast to the swirling tempest of your emotions. you couldn't even recall what the argument had been about. the memory of the argument has become a hazy blur, its details fading like distant echoes carried away by the wind. what remains is the lingering aftertaste of tension and unease, a feeling that has yet to fully dissipate.
in those moments when disagreements arise, alhaitham's exasperating tendencies come into sharper focus. his stubbornness can be unyielding, his passion sometimes overwhelming. yet, despite the frustration these moments bring, there's an undeniable truth that lies beneath it all: you love him deeply, even when that love is tinged with the ache of understanding.
you stand by the shoreline in Port Ormos, the salty breeze tousling your hair, you let the gentle caress of the wind sweep away the clutter of thoughts that had occupied your mind. unbeknownst to you, the afternoon light slowly begins to wane, welcoming the moon and the night.
as the night decends, the awareness of the distance that separates you from sumeru settles in and concern begins to take root. you had only wanted to escape for a moment. you hadn't prepared with a substantial amount of cash, leaving you feeling vulnerable in this unfamiliar environment. amidst the serenity of the night, you find yourself grappling with the consequences of your choice.
feeling defeated, you walked, the night descending around you while you navigated the uncertainty of the situation. toughts of home, that place you had once longed to escape from earlier in the day, now filled your thoughts.
you find yourself yearning for him. you wish for his presence, his guidance, and the comfort that only he can provide. for a way to alleviate the growing worry that threatens to engulf you. and when tears welled up in your eyes, alhaitham was there, looking at you.
as you encountered alhaitham, his initial gaze was serious, almost angry, but you didn't mind, "he is here", was all you tought. but looking at him, as he looked at you fine, his tense shoulders would relax, feeling like a weight had been lifted. and a overwhelming desire to be in his embrace took over you.
without hesitation, you rushed towards him, seeking the comfort of his arms. the surprise in his expression would change to a protective hug. even when he wasn't one for public displays, in that moment, his need to hold you and feel you close would surpass his reservations.
he offered his shoulder for you to lean on, his arms still wrapped around you, washing the turbulence of your emotions. amidst the uncertainty of the night, you only wanted one thing.
you murmured three simple words, "take me home." his response was just as simple. "i will take you home, where you belong."
⋆❀ — a/n: hello second sooo i keep doing this, when i should be working on that damn thesis, i can't help myself, but okey, if you have a character in mind or a idea, asks are open, hope you enjoy, and well coment or tell me your opinion, byby lots of love.
⋆❀ — synopsis: you had a fight with them, so you decide to escape to clear your mind, but things happend and now you only want to be in your home in the arms of your love
⋆❀ — content: gn! reader, fluff, comfort, hurt/comfort, fights, you honor they are in love, razor is here and he is a sweetheart as always, protect the wolfboy, diluc its bad at feelings, but he is also good at thi end, you will see, tighnari is serious but he means well.
⋆❀ — a/n: first part up! hope you like it. i must admit that this is a bit self-indulgent, as i yearned for something purely comforting. there is for my girlies, boys, and people, for everyone who could use a bit of extra love and tenderness
⋆❀ — part 1 || part 2 || m.list
⋆❀˖°·🫐࿐ ࿔˚ diluc
the cold air of the forest brushed against your body, while echos of the argument still reverberated in your mind, even the cold winds couldn't fully despel the tensión your felt, it was difficult not ti feel hurt with the way diluc seemed to disregard his well being, your concerns for him were something you just couldn't easily push aside but he seemed to disregard that too.
you walked to the forest, in hopes the nature will clean your mind. the rustling of leaves and the sound of birds chirping provided a soothing backdrop as you continued your walk. you had decided to give a visit to razor in the hopes to uplif you a little, that morning you had prepared some desserts, and just wanted to share it with someone who appreciate it.
it was easy to felt fondness and concern to the wolfboy, in your time alone where you escape was the forest, you relationship with him had grown more close, and you really appreciated his friendship, so it was a nice way to forget abbout diluc for the moment.
as you spoted him, a small smile formed on your face as you approached him "hello... friend" razor talks to you as he sees you "it's late, why you here?". as he asks you try to ignore the bad feelings of earlier "nothing, i just want to share this with you, i hope you like it." you show him the basket. he accepted with a smile and you took a seat in the forest.
maybe it's the company, maybe it's the distraction, but you ignored the air getting more coolder and the light of the afternoon disappearing, until razor asked you, "friend... are you okay?" you looked at him, not wanting to spoil the moment or worry him."i'm okay, razor. just... we had an argument, you know, those things that happen sometimes," you reply, trying to downplay your feelings." he lost a little confused but nods his head to you ""razor... know friend not happy, and razor want to help" he is such a sweatheart "i am already happy to share a moment with you razor" he smiles big and you continue with you early talk.
the night started and the first raindrops fell, its was really late, but you really not wanted to return to the house yet, it was serine, but the serenity was shatared, as the rain poured more harder figures started to emerge for the dark, you heart pounding. you saw razor get in high alert, his stance more rigid and fierce his voice urgent
"friend, danger. You must run, razor handle this". you looked at him, don't wanted to leaved him but he repeats "razor will take care of friend. run, be safe."
with a lump in you chest you started to run, you could hear the sounds of the fight and felt some of the monsters following you, as you run, the sounds of the skirmish behind you resonate in your ears, blending with the pounding of the rain, you might want to catch you brain but you still felt them. and you saw it, you saw the fire, feel the heat, and the last you see the figure of the man you love most.
his eyes where on you as he was fighting, cheeking that nobady happend to you, one by one they were falling, the ire of diluc making them fall, the monsters defeated you can only say "razor, i left him diluc, he is fighting" he furrowns his brows, you could see the apprehension in his eyes, he didn't wanted to leave you alone "fuck" you heard him grumbble "keep in my camp of vision" is the last thing he says, before he continues fighting
he looks at you you can see the apprehension, he don't want to put you in danger "fuck" you hearded him grumbble as hi took you to a place when he could watch you and figh.
The rain soaked everything, as the abbys monsters are deffeated, and your heart felt heavy of fault and shame. And like the silence comes, you look to the ground as diluc approaches you, his relief and concern taking over him. his hands carefully starts to cheeking you, and then he holds you in his arms, you can't move "razor, thank you for looking after them"
"friend important, razor protect" you felt diluc relax a little but his hold is still strong, he nods to razor but the boy continues "friend is lupical, don't make them angry, important to take care" his hold is more tight in the moment razor finish to talk
"understood, I promise I will no longer make her angry" your eyes fill with tears as he enveloped you in a protective embrace, allowing you to feel his warmth "are you alright?" his voice is low, his característic stern and serious tone you can only nod your head. without saying another word diluc took a decition. carefully, he took you up into his arms.
"i'll take you home" his voice sounded softly as he began, you fall in the comfort of his arms, your home your tought, you looked quickly to his eyes, his face is stern as always, but his eyes are full of concern, relief and frustration. you only could hide your head in his neck.
"I feel so mad right now" his talks voice stern, but you can also feel his hurt and worries "staying in the forest so late, i...." you hide your face more " i am sorry love, plase, promise me not matter what, you will stay safe"
you hold his neck more tightly "i promise, i am sorry luc" your voice is low he stops a minute of his walk to kiss your cheek and continue his way to your home "don't matter what i will take you home, i love you"
⋆❀˖°🫐·࿐ ࿔˚ tighnari
you had dissagriments with tighnari before, but this time you felt it different, the tension had escalated, and the cutting words had cutted deeper than usual. commonly the disputes where trivial things, but today you couldn't bear it anymore.
sometime the way he spoke to you, made you feel dumb, insignificant. the repetitive comments about the forest, protecction, care, hygiene felt like a constant reprimand. and moreover you felt neglected, sometimes for you it felt like you werent partners.
yes you loved him and have grown accustomed to his stern ways and seriousness about his life, but today you felt so small, and belittled. you had taken a little kitten home it was lost in the forest, and it was so pretty, and you felt that maybe it could occupied your time with him, and give you company. but tighnari reaction was not so nice. his questions and comments felt like a barrage of inquiries, assessing your comprehension of the intricacies of pet ownership.
you tried to share your feelings of loneliness, the need for more emotional closeness and affection. but tighnari nstead of empathizing with your vulnerability, they seemed to latch onto the practical aspects of owning a pet. It was as though they believed that by reinforcing the importance of responsibility, they could redirect your focus from your emotional needs. leaving you feeling unheard and invalidated.
and now, after all that, you found yourself in the midst of the forest, lost and immersed in your own toughts. the rain falls around you, and each drop that touches your skin seems to reflect your internal tears. amidst the confusion and sadness, you recall the times when tighnari had scolded you and warned you about the dangers of the forest. in that moment, you yearn to hear him, to hear those words you once considered an annoying lecture.
while you stand there drenched and lost, you can't help but wish for him even if it meant enduring a nagging or sermon about safety and that right now, you'd be willing to accept any advice or warning just to feel close to him again.
the sound of the storm seems to blend with the rapid beating of your heart as you tread through the forest, searching for your way back. in the mist of the rain, you hear a voice, a shout that carries a name, your name, spoken with desperation, and you recognize the voice.
"tighnari!" you call resonates in the air. the tears that had been flowing down your cheeks find new reasons to fell. emotions mixed within you—sadness, regret, and at the same time, a deep longing to be back in his presence. "tighnari!" you cried out his name. and as the storm continues its course, you hold onto the hope that you'll soon be in his arms, where you belong.
when you saw him before you, his desperate gaze meeting yours amidst the rain and darkness, your breathing stops for a second. not sure whether to run into his arms or to stay put, bracing yourself for what might come next.
and then before you could made a decition, his arms embraced you and you let yourself fall in his arms. gradually, his embrace loosens, and he pulls back slightly and starts cheeking you for a sing of injury
"i got lost" you whisper weakly voice is barely a murmur, but it's enough for him to hear. his gaze lifts from his examination, meeting your eyes. with a soft sigh, tighnari embraces you a little tighter "i know" he said softly "i'm here"
tighnari's hand reaches up to cup your cheek, his touch tender and reassuring. "you're important to me," he continues, his voice unwavering. "i may not always show it the way you want me to, but that doesn't mean i don't care."
You hold him tighter, and let out a surprised sound as he lifts you onto his arms "lets take you home, there is a kitten waiting for you, and well i need you there to"
⋆❀ — a/n: i want to write more but i am working on my thesis and my brain is fried with so much words and letters, and yes i write this because i need a hug. second part will have ayato and alhaitham, so yes more stern boys with a big heart. ask are oppen if you had a idea, coment or suggestion
i'm super shy. i'm all nervous 'cause you're on my mind all the time, and i wanna tell you but i'm super shy (part 2)
⋆❀ — includes: diluc, heizou, thoma, xiao x gn!reader
⋆❀ — content: fluff, gn! reader (mentions of skirts, makeup, and lipg loss with heizou), first degree burn with diluc, simping, pinning, one-sided attraction, not really one-sided attraction, some
⋆❀ — a/n: here is the second part of the super shy imagine, i hope you like it. if you have some ideas you can comment or send an ask. i tryed be just with everyone but sometimes the words flow more for some characters.
⋆❀ — psd: my asks are open.
part 1 [cyno, wanderer, kaeya, alhaitam] | part 2
I'm super shy, super shy
But wait a minute while I make you mine, make you mine
I'm all nervous 'cause you're on my mind all the time
I wanna tell you but I'm super shy, super shy
⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚ xiao
the summer had unfolded great so far, the climate was nice, and and the clientele of wangshu inn radiated an affable spirit, some of them will tell you tales about their travels, their lifes, the most old would give you pieces of lice wisdom. and even some of tell would let you generous tips. so the summer job was being a success so far. if tell was only want thing that bother you, it is that you seem to have a singular thought remained unshakably lodged within your mind all the time. a silent young man residing on the inn's uppermost floor.
his precense had woven itself into the fabric of your thoughts, a constant wonder that refused to fade, as the days unfold, there is in you a compelling need to draw closer to xiao. the egnimatic presence of the wanshun inn that has ocupied your thoughts seems to beckong for understanding beyond mere silence. and you find yourself making little excuses, the cross ways, but there is a nervousness that doesn't let you talk more than a simple gretting, but every time your smile and say hi to him and he acknowledges you with a hum you heart skips at beat.
one day, your heart guides you to his balcony, bearing and offering: his favorite meal, meticulously prepared with care. you walk to him, your heart racing and your hands slightly trembling. but you go on, extending the dish to him. waiting for his reaction. as you observe him, chewing your lip nervously, trying to decipher something behind his always calm and stern face. its almost quickly, but there is a shift of surprise and puzzlement in his eyes, he doesn't say anything. though he doesn't reject the food. you give him a little dumb and shy smile, and take your leave trying to control your shaking limbs, and you hear him. his voice, a hushed tone. "what are you doing this?"
his eyes studies you, looking at you so profund, you smile to him more as you tell him "just wanted to do something nice" and you leave trying to look as if you are not running for the situation. xiao look at you as you leave him alone, with the plate of almond tofu in his hands. his heart making strange leaps.
xiao finds himself pondering about you in the quiet moments, he has percieved the looks on your eyes, he wonders why will you look at him like that, with those shining eyes, and the timid voice as you greet him everyday. it's as if you hold an anticipation, a quiet expectation, in the depths of your gaze. he's left to wonder, what prompts you to look at him with those shining eyes, as if you're anticipating something yet to come?
you are a very perplexing mortal, the intensity of your regard a mix between an earnestness and vulnerability, stirs ripples of intrigue in his quiet life. as he stands amist the serenity of the wangshu inn, he is drawn to the pretty enigma that is you.
the days continue to unfold, and the end of the summer marks the final days of your work. fueled by the beat of your heart. you find yourself again on the terrace where xiao often resides. anticipation fills your breath as you approach him. the last chance. tough you know he's noticed your presence, his gaze remains fixed ahead. taking a place a few metters to his side and looking to the landscape, you speak almost quietly "the summer is coming to an end" he remains in silence so you continue 'and my time here is also coming to and end". you share, attempting to weave a thread connecting your words, yet shyness clouds you when you feel his unwavering gaze over you. despite this you look at him and extend him a fistfull of bracelets you haven crafted during you free time in the summer. you smile to him trying to not look strange "for you, its an keepsake" he gives you a look that you can't decipher as he takes the bracelets and you smile to him showing him the ones in your arm. you don't want to lie to yourslef but you feel like he almost smile. and you are to turn away as his voice stops you.
he steps closer to you, taking your wrist gently almos afraid, his gaze fixed now in you and his quiet words take shape "if you ever find yourself in danger" he stops almost like thinking his next words "if you ever find yourself... if you ever need, need anything. just say my name" his eyes shine with a strange light his words almost as an unspoken oat 'just say my name and i'll be there in an instant". he speaks to give you a little grip and leave you alone, with a smile that doesn't seem to leave your face
And I wanna go out with you
Where you wanna go?
Find a lil' spot, just sit and talk
Looking pretty, follow me
You and I side by side
⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚ heizou
amid the familiar surroundings of your family's restaurant. the sounds of clicking pans and the aromas that fill the air. and yet, admitst the rush and the chaos, there's only one preoccupation that consumes your mind – him. and you feel that maybe you are going crazy. why are you losing your mind over a man?. heizou swirl your toughts and you feel almost powerless to the feelings that are growing on you.
to the entrainment of your family, ever since heizou began frequenting the restaurant. you who was a rare visitor, now frequently daily, assisting with serving the tables, and receiving the patrons. and as you go about your task, you catch yourself stealing glances towards the entrance, half-expecting to see him saunter in, as if summoned by your thoughts alone. It's absurd, really. Your heart flutters like an unbridled butterfly, your mind races with scenarios and conversations that have yet to happen. It's a symphony of anticipation that you're powerless to mute.
your family watches with bemusement, well aware of your newfound fascination. and the amusement of your family grows, at your spectacle of trying to catch heizou's eye. every day, the colors you choose are a touch more vibrant, the neckline a little more daring, the skirt a little more shorter, and you make up meticulously applying, rimel, gloss, and more. your mom always playfully asking when you're finally going to strike up a conversation with your "boyfriend," teasing that she wants to invite him over for dinner at home.
heizou indulges in his meals, almost always in his business. yet, beneath his seemingly absorbed exterior, it's obvious that the detective is absolutely aware of your growing fascination. while his attention might appear to be fixed on his food, a book or his papers, his eyes have a way of seeking you out, their fleeting glances holding a secret understanding. it's exiting, it's not really a mystery for him to solve but it's unfolding right under his nose.
that day was not so different you almost so shyly always stealing glances to him. you are not fooling anyone less him. you give him a dessert that he knows it's not even on the menu of the restaurant "treat of the house" is what you say. he arches and eyebrow, his lips curving into a knowing smile "are you attempting to sweeten me up?" your eyes open a lot and you shyly look at him "amm no? maybe yes? maybe no?" he let you be for the moment.
as the shift winds down and the patrons begin to thin out, heizou decides the time has come to delve more. he approaches you as you trend to a table, your eyes shine as he nears "you are so dreamy, i solved your mystery quite some time ago". surprise dances in your gaze, mingling with a tinge of self-consciousness "my mystery?" he nods, his smile playful "yes, so, how about we unravel another enigma together? how about a date?
the word hangs between you, your heartbeat quickens, caught in the gravity of his words. "a date?" a slow, knowing smile graces Heizou's lips, his tone gentle. "yes, i have a strong inkling about that."
You don't even know my name, do ya?
You don't even know my name, do ya-a?
More than anyone
You don't even know my name, do ya
⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚ thoma
in the simple rhythm of life in inazuma, there was a constant revolt of unspoken emotionions, a constant beat, a flutter of attraction to seemed to have life of its own. days to you were spent in a usual pattern—work, home and the occasional outing—but amidst all that, you heart was entranced by a single figure. your mind seemed to belong to the know fixer of inazuma, your heart itself entrapped by him.
thoma, oh so handsome, kind and with a brightness that left you in awe. it was hard to you fathom that someone like him would ever cast a second glace in your direction. how could someone so captivating even spare a fleeting glance in your direction?. yes, he was amicable and always kind, but he was like that with everyone. yet your feelings expanded beyond mere attraction everytime he come to the flowershop you work in, but it was difficult to ignore the little pain in your heart, a bittersweetness. the flowers he purchased, flowers for "his lady" house.
moments of dejection visited you, as you were convinced he didn't even know your name. still, every time your paths crossed, or your eyes met, your heart would race, uncontrollably.
unbeknownst to you, thoma was indeed aware of you, the pretty lady of the flowers, he saw your presence, felt the nervous energy that surrounded you in his proximity. While it intrigued him, your shyness tugged at his heartstrings. he admired your smile, and theand he found himself contemplating the idea of engaging with you on a deeper level. as the day
the day draws to a gentle close. the flower shop, on the brink of closing for the day, as the last customer's footsteps fade, you're left with the comforting embrace of the familiar surroundings. yet a surprise awaits for you. thoma stands there, his presence like a breath of fresh air, unexpected and exhilarating. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of him, but you manage to compose yourself, offering him a warm and friendly greeting. as he mustered the courage to step forward, his curiosity dancing in his eyes.
"excuse me," he begins, a hint of bashfulness in his tone, "i feel like i should have heard your name before. i don't mean to be impolite, but could you tell me again?" thoma's voice is palpable, and his smile is as radiant as ever. As you share your name once more, he nods with a warmth that seems to light up the surroundings. "
"thank you for refreshing my memory," he confesses, his gaze never once faltering from yours. "Hey, would you be interested in joining me for a meal? Allow me to treat you, of course." the offer is genuine, his intention clear,
I'm usually pretty talkative, what's wrong with me?
I don't like that
Something odd about you
Yeah, you're special and you know it
You're the top, babe
⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚ diluc
in the heart of bustling mondstadt, your quaint cafe-bakery stood. it might not have reached the peak of popularity, but it was a beginning to you and your dreams. little did you anticipe that the owner of the dawn winery would become a frquent visitor. master diluc claims of not having a sweet tooth didn't detter his visits to procure treats to his house staff.
each time his presence graced your café, your heart couldn't help but race at the mere sight of him. nervousness took a hold of you, making hard to keep your cool. tought you were known amongst your customers for your talkative and cheerful nature, something about diluc's presence managed to unravel your usual composure. your attempts at engaging him in conversation stumbled and faltered, showcasing your nerves more than you'd like. despite that, master diluc ever the gentleman, met your moments of awkwardness with calmness and kindness.
on a calm day at the cafe, the familiar chime of the entrance announced his arrival. diluc walk in. your heart raced in response, but you did your best to compose yourself and greet him warmly, hoping he didn't notice the subtle flutter in your chest. he request a selection of the new pastries for his staff. your mind racing to find a way to engage him in conversation, and with a mix of anxiety and determination, you offered to serve him a beverage. Your voice trembled slightly as you mentioned your latest coffee creation, promising it wasn't overly sweet.
unbeknownst to you, your bright eyes and the sparkle in your smile were the only things that diluc need to say yes to you. diluc agree to the offer, albeit the stipularion that the drink better not be too sweet. your eyes spark in genuine eximent and smile to him oh so sweet, and he could no help you would smile like that more often.
as he lean in the bar, observing you. his presence seemed to enchant you, making it hard for you to really focus on your work, and your distraction led to an unexpected mishap—a slight burn from the steaming nozzle. the sound of pain in your voice follows for the shater of the glass. and in a instant master diluc was at your side, concern in his handsome face. lost for a moment, you get back to downplay the accident, but he halts your protest in an instant.
"give me your hand," his firm tone resonated, his words carrying a touch of admonishment. caught in the intensity of his gaze, you hesitated for a moment before extending your injured hand towards him. his touch was surprisingly gentle, his fingers firm yet tender as he examined the burn on your skin. as he took you towards the sink, you found yourself lost in his stern presence. the cool water brought imediaty relief, as you look at him.
diluc's gaze was unwavering, as if he wanted to ensure that you were truly okay."You should be more careful," he said, his voice a mere whisper, his tone now softer, almost as if he was speaking to himself. "i'm sorry," you murmured softly, casting your gaze downward as you held your hand under the water.
he sighed gently, his gaze softening as he regarded you. "don't apologize. i just want to make sure you're okay," his voice carrying a soothing reassurance. He reached for the first aid kit, skillfully bandaging your hand as he spoke. the way his hands worked was gentle yet precise, and his proximity set your heart aflutter even as the tension in the room seemed to dissipate.
the sound of the entrance chime broke the spell, reminding you both of the outside world. diluc stepped back slightly, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he nodded towards the new customers who had just entered. "I'll take care of them. You stay seated and rest," he said, his voice holding a note of finality. you found yourself obeying his words, watching as he effortlessly attended to the new customers. when he comes back to you, his gaze fixed in you "i think it would be wise to close for the day and let yourself rest," he suggested, his tone firm. despite you try to protest his resolute gaze silenced you, "okey master diluc" he nodded in approval and stepped back, allowing you to wrap things up.
the streets of mondstadt are quiet as he walks beside you. you tried to insist that it wasn't necessary, that you could manage on your own, but his gentle insistence won out. as you reach your doorstep, his usually composed expression seems to soften. his hand comes up to gently caress your cheek. "rest well. If you need anything, don't hesitate to reach out," you nood in response your voice soft "thank you master diluc".
his gaze held a hint of something more, a sentiment that seemed to linger unspoken between you "diluc" is his answer. before the words could find their way out. his hand reach your, taking the back of your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss over the bandage. and then, with a soft smile, he turned and walked away, leaving you with a mix of emotions that swirled within you long after he had disappeared from sight
⋆❀ — a/n: hello, i finish this, first time thinking of a story for certain characters, and I'm not 100% content with some ones, but writing is practice. i repete my ask are open if someone wants to give a suggestion for a story. i hope you enjoy this.
i'm super shy. i'm all nervous 'cause you're on my mind all the time, and i wanna tell you but i'm super shy (part 1)
⋆❀ — includes: alhaitham, cyno, kaeya, wanderer x gn! reader, fem! reader with cyno [only mention of the word miss in cyno, im sorry i didn't find another word]
⋆❀ — summary: he can't seem to let your mind alone and you want to make a move but you are super shy
⋆❀ — content: fluff, gn! reader (mention of skirts, makeup, and lipgloss with wanderer) pinning, one-sided attraction, not really one-sided attraction, pet names (kaeya calls you angel) a lot of pinning (you are super shy dah) little embarrassment, in the end it works. protective master diluc, you work at angel's share and he is a good boss, kaeya and diluc banter, nilou bestie, she is a sweetheart and wants the best for you.
⋆❀ — a/n: i swear that this song doesn't let my mind alone, so I have to do it. every constructive criticism is accepted, and if you comment, it is appreciated. maybe tell me your favorite.
⋆❀ — part 1 | part 2 [diluc, heizou, thoma, xiao]
I'm super shy, super shy
But wait a minute while I make you mine, make you mine
I'm all nervous 'cause you're on my mind all the time
I wanna tell you but I'm super shy, super shy
⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚cyno
days at the akademiya always held a certain rhythm - classes, debates, conferences, homeworks, readings, and writings - you thought that you had become accustomed by now. but in the last days, it was all in the background, to a single presence that lingers in your head. him. you had only seen the general mahamatra in the corridors, but it seems like he was established in your mind all the time. you mulled over the idea of talking to him, but the simple idea made you nervous, the tought of being in front of him made you feel so shy.
walking through the crowded akademiya corridors, as you are headed to the exit, your path is intercepted. standing before you is the general mahamatra, and as your eyes meet his gaze, your toughts momentarily falter, your mind swirling with sensations, leaving you slightly disoriented. he begins to speak, but his words blend into a distant hum and you mind struggles to fully grasp the situation. Cyno looks at you, his intense eyes piercing you "miss?".
the realization that he's addressing you seems to catch you. He notices how your lips part slowly, and in a soft voice that betrays your nervousness, you utter, "i'm... sorry, can you... repeat that?", a low voice and a soft color that starts to warm your face. cyno observes you his eyes fierce and unwavering "don't worry, miss" but his voice is soft and almost calming "its and investigation, i just want to inquire you about a teacher and some peers of you" even his tone was soothing it was fill with autority.
cyno is looking at you with so much intensity. he observes you as you part your lips to respond, but as words dont come out, you quickly change to a nod. his perceptive gaze, noting how your eyes fall on him to quickly divert them to another place. "alright, miss, come with me." he gives you a last look, noticing your nervous and shy state. with silence, he takes the lead, guiding you towards the oficce.
the questions flow swiftly but cyno its observant on you, notices the stolen glances you cast in his direction, only to avert your eyes almost immediately, whether to the floor or an invisible point on the wall. to the slow, enchanting blink of your eyes and the gleam they hold. he catches the subtle parting of your lips and the way your breath catches wheen he addresses you as "miss" or by your name.
after that day, whatever he is at the akademiya, he can help but get his attention caught by you. by the way your gaze lingers on him as he stroddes through the corridors, the silly way your divert your eyes if he helps to catch you looking. and the occasionally sweet shy smiles you grace to him. he's far from oblivious to the attention you direct his way. he is intrigued. and now he knows now the nervousness in your first encounter it was not fear.
it was the end of the day, you gather your belongings, preparing to head out, as you make the way to the exit, someone interrups your steps, you gaze lifts and cyno is looking at you, his gaze intense and perceptive looking at you "miss". he looks at you as you start clutching the strap of your backpack, and your eyes shift downward, how you bite to lip before you talk "general mahamatra," voice softly almost timid "do you have more questions? need more information?" you voice lingers as he hums.
"just one question miss," his eyes fixated on your face, looking how you look at him quickly and shyly. "would you consider joining me for a dinner or a cup of coffee?. a warm smile graces the general lips as he observes your surprise, your lips slightly parting in a mixture of astonishment and words that seem to elude you, lost for words, you offer a nod of excitement. cute, its the word in his mind. as he take your arm delicately a playful glint shines in his eyes "shall we go for that coffee? perhaps we can brew something brew-tiful"
And I wanna go out with you
Where you wanna go?
Find a lil' spot, just sit and talk
Looking pretty, follow me
You and I side by side
⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚ wanderer
the first time you saw wanderer was just purely by chance, you had deviated from your usual path, seeking a break from your routine, and that's when you spotted him. it was just a single moment, just a single second, but time seemed to stand still, and you found yourself inexplicably drawn to him. it was so absurd, a cliche, you didn't believe in love at first sign, so you chalked it up to just a passing crush.
yet the next day, you found yourself walking back on that same path, telling yourself it was a refreshing change. and there he was again. and perhaps there was something more to it. the path became your daily journey, and more often than not, he was there, and you couldn't deny how your heart would skip a beat when you saw him, how the little stolen glances turned into lingering gazes. you knew you should talk to him, say something but every time he was near there was a hold on you. it felt as if he had a unique power to invoke an overwhelming sense of shyness within you.
just as your shyness is hindering you from initiating a conversation, you better try to capture his attention. day after day, you put extra effort into your appearance, trying to look the most pretty that you can all in bid to catch his eye. you feel that you are making a fool of yourself, a more alluring perfume, lips glossy, eyelashes curled, and the clothes day by day a little more reaviling,
and even though you are not aware of it, wanderer is fully conscious of your attempts and intentions. he notices all the effor you put into trying to catch his attention; its rather pathetic, the extra care in your appearance, the skirts that seem to get shorter by the day, its laughable and entertaining. And oh, those shy, needy glances you made only add to the comedic effect to him. so he won't make it easy for you. he doesn't intervene, he doesn't acknowledge it, he wonders how much longer you can go if he tells the true he is a little facinated
as days pass by, you decide to make an attempt to initiate a conversation with him, maybe even invite him for or simply just say hi. but as you set out on your regular path, nothing seems right. you find yourself running behind schedule, the wind is wreaking havoc messing with your appearance, and the words you planed don't feel correct and are unwilling to stick with you. and as you spoot him your nervousness surges, causing you to reconsider your decision. plan b involves handing him a letter, yet as you get close, you repent and yearn to escape. even afraid you look up. wanderer looks at you with a mix of surprise and confusion, making you look to the ground again.
as if he had reached his limit, wanderer lets out an exasperated sigh and strides toward you "what on teyvat are you up to?" his tone tinged with a blend of incredulity and amusement, you could feel you cheeks start to burn, looking for something for say but lost on words. caught between wanting to explain and wishing you could simply disappear.
he let out a chuckle. he begins to gatter al your things, finally he helps you back onto your feet, his touch gentle yet commanding, and you can't help but feel a flutter of nervousness in his presence. you seem almost afraid to look at him. he regards you with a mix of exhaustion and amusement "if you thought i hadn't noticed your efforts, you are more dumb that i tought" he remarks, his lips curving into a condescending smile.
but before you can respond, wanderer's hand catches your chin, guiding your gaze to meet his. his words come with a sense of resignation. "agh, let's go," he says, his tone softened as he releases your chin. "I'll take you on that date you seem so desperate to have, whether you like it or not." his hand moves to grip your arm though gentle, his hold was firm to indicate that there is no turning back "I'll take you on that date you seem so desperate to have, whether you like it or not."
You don't even know my name, do ya?
You don't even know my name, do ya-a?
More than anyone
You don't even know my name, do ya
⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚kaeya
the nights at angel's share were typically bustling with activity. you moved gracefully around the bar, tending to customers with your usual warm smile. trays of drinks came and went, and your friendly, slightly flirtatious charm seemed to be a hit with most patrons. however, when it came to kaeya, everything changed. a nervous shyness seemed to envelop you whenever he entered the bar. you were well aware of his reputation; kaeya alberich, the charismatic cavalry captain of the knights of favonius, was known for his suave words and flirtatious mannerisms. and despite knowing, you found yourself falling for his charms.
and it seems that you can't help it. each time you have to interact with him, a mixture of weakness and uncertainty welled up within you. his confident demeanor, those alluring eyes, and the way he effortlessly commanded attention were truly captivating, Yet, amidst the flutter of your heart, a pang of doubt tugged at your thoughts. "You don't even know my name, do you?" you mused inwardly, yoy can evade the toughts, does he even know your name? Or does he see you merely as the waitress of the bar?
this night was not different, as you attend the patrons during the night, giving sweet smiles and small laughs, you found yourself occasionally stealing glances in kaeyas direction, and with each little look, your heart beat a little faster. it happened every time he orders a drink or engages in casual conversation. he was so alluring, the way he was leaning casually against the bar, his easy smile and his witty remarks, and you can help but offer him shy smiles as you attend him and fulfill his request.
"here you go, all ready, captain," you manage to say with a shy smile, placing his order on the counter and trying to avoid looking to his eyes. "thank you, dear," he responds, his voice smooth and appreciative. you take your leave but just as you are about to turn away, his voice reaches stooping you.
"wait, dear," he says, his voice soft and inviting, his gaze is fixed on you, and a playful glint sparks in his eyes as he continues, "care to take a little break and join me? how about we share a drink together? i promise i won't bite... much." your heart skips a beat at his invitation, you glance at him, momentarily lost of words. kaeya looks at you, his eyes with a glint of amusement and something more. you stutter a little in the beginning "umm i, you, amm captain kaeya" you start, voice soft and timid "i appreciate your offer, really, but im actually working right now. and master diluc would scold me if he found me sitting and drinking with a patron"
kaeya laught softly. he leaned casually against the bar, his posture relaxed, but his eyes held a mischievous glint. "Ah, master Diluc," he began, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm "always the responsabile one, isn't he?. he rolled his eyes dramatically, the corners of his lips tugging into an amused smile "but, you know, my dear, he can be quite buzkill sometimes" the casual banter between the brothers was know, and you couldn't help but chuckle at kaeya words.
however, as Kaeya's gaze settled on you, his expression softened, and the playful tone gave way to something more genuine. "but you know," he said, his voice quieter now, "i think even he can't argue with the fact that an angel like you deserves a little break now and then."
as you grasp his words, the air seems to shift around you, and your heartbeat quickened. "angel," you repeat softly in bewilderment, as if you were trying to grasp the meaning and understand why he would refer to you in that way. kaeya lips curled into a gentle smile, his eyes holding yours as he leaned closer to you "yes, angel," he repetead softly "isn't that what you are?" you found yourself momentarily lost in his gaze "i come here quite often, and each time I see you," he continued, his voice like a whisper meant only for you, "you make even a rowdy tavern feel like a sanctuary, angel." and you couldn't help but be entranced by the way he looked at you,"an angel blessing us all here in angel's share," he concludes, in that moment all was a blur your eyes enchanted by his gaze
"kaeya i ask you kindly to please don't disturb my workers and let them do their job," dilucs voice broke the enchanting moment, his tone a mix of annoyance, warning, and command. kaeya's demeanor shifted as he looked at Diluc, a playful and innocent expression crossing his features. "oh, diluc, i'm just making sure my angel is fine," he quipped, his tone light and teasing. diluc's gaze narrowed with a touch of exasperation. "Kaeya, I think they are perfectly capable—" "everything is okay, master diluc," you interrupted, your voice soft and shy as you didn't quite know where to look amidst the sudden attention.
diluc's gaze softened, and he nodded once before turning his attention back to the bar. the brief exchange left you feeling flustered, your heart still racing from kaeya's earlier words. you dared to steal a glance at Kaeya, who was still watching you with that same playful twinkle in his eyes, and a gentle smile tugging at his lips. his voice carrying a sense of intimacy amidst the bustling bar. "it seems duty calls for now, my angel, but rest assured, I meant every word I said."
kaeyas tone softness as he continues "and i will be here making sure my angel is alright, umm? his words enveloping you in a cocoon of warmth. he leans in even closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that only you can hear amidst the ambient noise. "And you know, I'd love to get to know more about the angel who graces Angel's Share. Maybe over a drink sometime?"
I'm usually pretty talkative, what's wrong with me?
I don't like that
Something odd about you
Yeah, you're special and you know it
You're the top, babe
⋆❀˖°·🧋࿐ ࿔˚ alhaitam
the grand bazar bustle as ever, the vibrant streets, and the cacophony of the shouts of the vendors, serves as a background echo of your mind as you strolled through it. your body tire from the theater and dance rehearsals, yet you mind keep wandering towards him. he had come to watch the play a few days ago, invited by nilou. it was exasperating that you couldn't pinpoint when you started feeling this way about him. he was just special. he was captivating, and those eyes—there was no logical explanation, just a simple truth: he was undeniably handsome, and a single glance from him was enough to make your heart skip.
you couldn't shake off the strange feeling. he held a grip on your subconscious. his presence lingered, even when he wasn't around. and butterflies fluttered in your stomach at the more thought of him. nilou would often nag you, pressuring you to take a step forward. she said that he should consider himself priviliged and fortounate that someone as charming, sociable, outgoing, beautiful and smart, as you had taken notice of him.
but she was mistaken. a lot. there was something unique about him. the grand scribe, with a commanding precense and an aura that carried a hint of severity and a touch of intimidation. yes there was just something about him.
so when you hear nilous voice calling you over and you approached her, the bustling surroundings seemed to fade into insignificance. he stands there by her side. his eyes, those turquoise eyes with a rubi vein, the world around you sems to fade as he holds your gaze. nilous words hung in the air. but your mind was preoccupied to comprehend alhaithams presence in front of you. as she introduce you, and talk more. the exchange between the two of them seeme distant and muffled, fading into the background, leaving you struggling to grasp the specifics of their conversation.
you catch brief things like your name, dance, books, and something about academic interest. she's talking about you. nilou is talking about you, and a spark of panic jolts you out of your daze "they have such an interesting view in dance and arts! things i wouldn't even tought, they say something about ummm. how it was? arts and dance as a place to human construction and projection, i think those were their words. they could talk to you more about it sometime! i find it much more fascinating than some things from the academy." nilou's words would have carried on, but the distant voice of mr. zubayr interrupted, "excuse me, I have some matters to attend to, but I'll leave you two. we'll talk later." as nilou excuse herself. alhaitham eyes linger on you, his gaze penetrating.
you turn your attention back to him. your gaze meeting his eyes. a moment of silence before he speaks, "so, dance as a platform for human construction and projection?, that's quite a unique topic? care to elaborate?. you feel a mixture of surprise and flustered nerves. why must he look at you with such intensity. normally, you're quite talkative, but his presence has an uncanny way of rendering you speechless. "it's not really a serious research topic," you begin, your voice coming out softer than you intended. you clear your throat and look at him, your eyes meeting his briefly before you quickly glance away, your cheeks warming with a faint blush. "it's just... something personal, not professional."
alhaitam's gaze remained fixed on you, his intense scrutiny seemingly dissecting every facet of your being. he had been aware of you before, the graceful dance of the zubyar theater, enchanting and lively almost like a fairy. while the world of the arts held not fascination to him you were quite intriguing by you. and he could see trough your so adorable reactions to him. his lip curled into a faint smile, a playful glint in his eyes that you seem to lost "personal, hmm" he muses, his voice carrying a teasing hint as he leans closer, his lips almost brushing against your ear as he whispers, "Those tend to be the most intriguing, don't they?" the warm of his breath sends you shiver and his proximity is leaving you breathless
as his gaze unravel your reactions, he cant help but admit, you are indeed quite a distraction - such a pretty distraction. "it's just, umm, i belive in dance as more than moment, is more of a expression for the human i think you respond, your words slightly stumbling in your nervousness "its just something im curious about..."
"curiosity is a valuable trait" he remarks and you eyes look at him "let's take this conversation to a more suitable setting," his voice resonating with a confident command. without waiting for your response, he gestures for you to follow him, as he starts walking, his confident demeanor makes it clear that he fully expects you to accompany him. so you follow him.
the silence between you as you walk is almost comfortable, his eyes stole little glances of you, a hint of amusementent in his eyes, as he seems to relish in your nervousness it's as if he finds solace in the fact that you're a bit flustered in his presence.
ost in your thoughts, you suddenly find yourself stumbling, a gasp escaping your lips, before you know it. his arms swoop in to catch you. your body instinctively presses against his, the warmth of his proximity seeping through your senses. "you're a bit clumsy for a dancer," his voice carrying a hint of amusement. your gaze meets his, a mixture of embarrassment and lovesickness in your eyes. and a subtle change in his eyes darkening "or perhaps it's just an excuse? A way to get closer to me?".
a mixture of embarrassment and something else coursing through your veins. "perhaps there's a hint of truth in that," you reply, a timid smile gracing your lips.
⋆❀ — a/n: this is the first part, or best say the stories of the first characters. weinting some of this was so dificult i am looking at you sumeru boys. in the new part i will doing xiao, heizou, thoma and diluc, i hope it's ready tomorrow or before.
when i lay on you, it's only me and you on my mind
⋆❀ — includes: ayato, alhaitham, zhongli x gn!reader
⋆❀ — summary: just you surprising them by laying your head in their lap and resting
⋆❀ — content: gn!reader, fluff, suggestive themes, suggestive talk, they are so in love, pet names ("puppy" in ayatos, alhaitam calls you cat), talk about collars and discipline in ayatos, talks about adoration with zhongli, mentions of worship, toughts about marriage with zhongli, nothing explicit just suggestive. you are ayatos fiance, use of the word master in a playful way, alhaitam may be a little occ but i imagine this is how he acts when he is in love.
⋆❀ — a/n: hello everyone, this is my first time writing in a long time, but i will be continue with this type of little stories here. sorry for any mistake english is not my first lengauje
⋆❀˖°·🍰࿐ ࿔˚ ayato:
the dim light of the early morning fills the room, as ayato is absorbed in his work, cheeking documents, writing letters, and tending to the affairs of the clan and inazuma. you knew that your fiance had so much on his plate, always busy with so much work to do, but at the same time, you yearned with moments of closeness with him.
entering his office in the most quiet manner you can, you see him immersed in his work, a smile grows in your face, he hasn't noticed you yet. so following the wims of your heart, you make your way to him,bsettle on the floor, and rest your head in ayatos' lap. He startles a little with your presence, was so immersed in his work that doesn't notice you until you were almost to close, but when he notices he knows it's you, is easy for him your smell, your presence, so he looks down with a small smile, and when his eyes meet yours, he can help it and the one of his face only grows wider. You smile to him as his fingers gently glide through your hair, caressing you with tendernes, he goes back to his work and continue to caress you, and you just enjoy the moment not needing to say words in that moment.
while he continues with his work for a while, you almost falling asleep again, ayato can't help himself "aren't you like a loyal and obedient puppy? demanding and expecting the caresses and affections of his master?" he comments while he continues writing in his endless pappers and stroking your hair with his other hand, "umm a puppy?" is what you say in a sleepy voice, a mischievous smiles shines in his face and he says "yes, my very loyal and needy puppy".
"well if that case, you are not being a very good owner" you say and give him a slap in the thigh, so he can stop with his nonsense but his smile only grows wider, as he let's out a laugh you give him another slap and he looks down to you, his expression full of amusement "oh i think im a very good master, but perhaps i should be a bit stricter with you, don't you think?" your gaze meets his, and you return his banter, "so you want to try to be a stric master? well, i will be waiting to see if you can keep with that facade" you tease, he smiles more with exitememt and happines and stroke your hair just a little more stronger. "so bratty, you will see"
but even if you see, you don't care you love him and want more time with him, and even though he's busy and focused on his affairs, he always finds room to you, so you smile and let him be, enjoying his company and affections.
⋆❀˖°·🍰࿐ ࿔˚ alhaitham:
the room was quiet and peaceful as alhaitham was engrosed in his reading, he's well aware that you have enter the living room and are walking towards him and the sofa but decides not to interrumpt, thinking you simply will join his side for a tranquil moment together. However you pick his interest when you move up the book he has in his hands. As he looks at you, you offer him a sweet smile while you settle in the couch, and use his lap as an impromptu pillow. As you clutch your plushie and you snuggle in his lap, he continues with his lecture, as the fingers of his free hand delicate glide trought your hair, the only sound is the shift of the pages, the breath of you two, and your hums of satisfaction.
alhaitham's eyes shift from the pages of his book to you, studying your face for a moment "you know, if you want to sleep, the normal thing would be to go to bed" he breaks the silence in the room, his face is serius but his tone is light and teasing, he takes the scene studying like he studies his books, you surruended by a blanket and holding a plushie as you rest in his lap. After the sugestión of going to bed you can only can comment "well actually, your lap is more comfortable" he returns his gaze to his book and continues with his administrations on your hair and comments "you have quite sense of comfort, if this is what you find cozy" his eyes serious as he reads, but you can sense his enjoyment in the situation.
your response is a nibble on his tight "so elocuent as always" he muses with a smirk, and takes your chin to meet your eyes with his piercing eyes "always with interesting ways to make your point" he hums and continues "yea interesting is the right word, always making me wonder what goes in that pretty head of yours" you can quit your your look in his eyes "maybe thats better, that you don't know everything that its in my mind, so you dont get bored of me so easily". He looks at you with an egnimatic smile but doesn't answer anything, returning to his book and the caresses in your hair.
the two of you continue like that for a while, his administrations in your hair make you hum of pleasure almost sounding like a purr, you have him chuckle "you are a spoiled cat" he comments with a touch of amusement "that air on you and the way you seek my attention" you look at him with indignation "i'm not a cat" you retort. his fingers mid caress "so i should stop" he remarks with a teasing tone, raising an eyebrow at you "no, a little pampering doesn't hurt every now and then". alhaitham chuckles softly and his fingers continue with his brushes on your hair "don't take it as an insult, i am just observing what i see kitty cat" you respond away that you are not a cat, but he continues as he doenst had heard you "maybe i should consider buying you a collar and a bell, it would be an interesting addition to your ouftis" you cant belive him "a collar and a bell? seriously?".
alhaitham chuckles softly "it would be hard to ignore you if you walked around with a bell" his hand continues gently stroking your hair, smiling lightly and his eyes shining as he is pondering something while he examines you "hmm, a green collar, right?" he comments thoughtfully, as if considering the idea more seriously than it seems. "i suppose you'd look good with one." Your gaze is a mix of incredulity and amusement. "you're joking, aren't you?" he doesnt reply so you continue "i can't believe your having such a serious conversation about collars and bells" he laughts and you think that maybe you will let him do anything "don't worry i don't see you as a cat" he touches the point of you nose softly and gets back to his lecture, and as you start to close your eyes you heard him say "although turquoise would look nice too"
⋆❀˖°·🍰࿐ ࿔˚zhongli:
the house is imbuid with a tranquil serenity as Zhongli enjoys his tea in the early morning. the sounds of the wind and leaves and the nice smell of tea fills the room as his thoughts seem to wandering to memories of past years and his ancient life. He ponders on how his life has envolved, growing for being rex lapis to his new identity as Zhongli. the dim lights and shadows stretch across the room, his gaze fixed on the tea cup and his absorbed in his reflections, as you enter the living room quietly missing your lover in the bed in such early hours.
his eyes move towards you figure, as you enter the room "darling did something happen? did i wake up you up?" you ignore his question as you approach him with soft steps "you want some tea darling?" he ask but the only answer he gets is you setting your body on the floor and resting your head tenderly in his lap. His haze lands on your face with a mixture of surprise and warmth. in the soft glow of the romm, his eyes meet your, and a gentle smile takes place in his lips. his fingers travel to your hair delicately stroking it, and his other hand caress your check, as if his exploring every corner of your being.
in the stillness of the early morning he studies you and gets back to his early toughts about the development in his life is reminder of his present, now you his new anchor a steady rock in his life, he so keen to contracts and agreements, but he knows that in this moment and in his life you are his most treasure one, you and him dont have a writing contract per se, but he knows that the most important ones don't need one, and maybe sometime in the future he will fill one with you, putting your lifes together by law, and you be in all accords al his but in this moment that is all insignificant because he has you here.
and as you wait for him to finish his thoughts, just enjoying his tender caress and his company, zhongli cant help but notice the difference or approach of his former life. People getting on the floor to make formal bows and displays of respect were the norm when he was known as rex lapis, but now here you are, yes on the floor, but resting and laying in his lap, and your eyes shines with so much adoration to him.
"it's interesting how things have changed," he murmurs softly, sharing his thoughts aloud to you "in my ancient life, people used to bow before me with reverence and distance. Now you're here, in my lap, in a gesture much closer and human." his voice is gentle, and his eyes shine with something maybe is a mixture of nostalgia and awe as he observes you.
you hum acknowledging him while you tought what to answer to him, commonly he is the most elocuent between the you two "but i can help but revere you too" you answer almost shyly with a soft voice, and it's true the adoration in your eyes as you look at him tells him all "and i want to worship you with al myself" and you do but your worship to him is different it represents a new phase in his life – a phace in witch he allows himself to experience all the warmth and closeness that you offer oh so fully to him, but in the end he worships you too and even more, and he takes all you give to him so freely because he can never get enough of you.
his hand takes your cheek, and he looks directly at your eyes "oh my sweet darling, if you insist on that you want to worship me maybe i could teach the correct ways to adore me my love" his eyes shines with something strange as he continues "so my little love you are so desperate to revere me?" and he will take everything you give to him, so he can love you fully and give more to you.
⋆❀ — a/n: i hope you enjoy it, and if you want that i write more you can ask for more characters, at second part, or another situation, and I accept constructive criticism and feedback but with respect. is the first time that I have written in a long time and my first time writing for genshin characters. so xoxo to everyone, i hope to be updating more things soon.
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