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I can't stop feeling, I want her love ♡

Prompt: Childe, captain of your rival school's soccer team, helps you clear out the soccer field and closes it up with you. Will he stop being an asshole? Probably not.

Characters: SoccerPlayer! Childe x Fem reader

Genre: Modern High School Sports AU, school rivals to something more?

Notes: This prompt was in my mind and I couldn't help but bring it to life. I hope y'all like this!

Now playing... She wants me (to be loved) by The Happy Fits!

Soccer practice was always fun but sometimes sharing the field with your rival team isn’t the best idea. You had no choice though, both your team and Childe’s booked the same field for the same time slot and now you had no choice but to practice with their team.

You’re not complaining, with the start of the season coming up next week, having a rough practice with his team can prep you and your team for what’s to come. It was a great match, with both teams doing their best until the very end. Though it ended with a tie, you and Childe were fine with the outcome. With both of your teams being the best out of all the other teams, you were expected to meet in the finals anyway.

Now late at night, the cold breeze blows through the field as both you and Childe pick up the balls all over the place. He was moving the cart for the soccer balls while you picked them up. Childe, of course, was being a piece of shit by teasing you as you went around the field.

“You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.” He laughs as you pick up the balls. “Projecting now, are we?” You replied, not backing down from his usual antics. “Just admit it, you have a stupid little crush on me. You should just leave me alone, you know.” He nudges your shoulder. “While I would love to do so, you and I are unfortunately stuck together while we’re still in season.” You groan.

“You’re annoying, you know that right?” “I’m doing nothing but helping you clear out the field, Jesus.” “Whatever, you just wanna stare at my eyes all night long.” He teases, and your face turns more sour as he continues talking. “It’s funny how you always get upset so easily.” He added.

“And it’s frustrating how you sound like a fucking frat boy that’s desperate.” “Says the girl who can’t take a joke?” He stopped rolling the cart and when you picked up a ball, you threw a ball in his direction, a little harder than you anticipated. Childe grunts as the soccer ball hits his stomach, and you laugh it off. 

“You trying to get me hurt or something?” He complains and you can’t help but feel bad. “Sorry, got caught up.” You say as you pick up more balls and shoot them to the cart. “God I hate you,” He replies. “Yeah of course you do.”

Once you and Childe gather all the soccer balls, both of you sigh in relief. All that’s left to do is to clear out the locker rooms and you can leave the field soon enough. The locker room was a mess, with scattered equipment here and there and some water bottles too. You start clearing the mess by starting with the trash.

“How the hell does everyone, even my own team, leave this place a mess.” You complain as you clean up. “Because we’re tired after training, is what it is,” Childe replies as he sees you struggle a little bit. “Need any help?”

“Just clear out the equipment over there.” You point at the scattered equipment and he nods as he starts to do what you asked. Feeling a little bit of awkwardness, Childe tries to stir up a conversation. “So uh, you going to the game of the other teams?” He asks hesitantly. “The others? I mean, they could never compete against us. Contrary to popular belief, I do believe you and your team are good.” You reply nonchalantly.

“Cocky, but seriously- you’re going?” He says as he puts back the last of the equipment. “Probably. Still need to look out for that one guy from Inazuma, looks promising.” “He is good, though he won’t have a chance to play considering he’s up against me and my team.” He laughs.

“Not unless my team wins first.” You say as you tie the last garbage bag. “Like you’ll actually win. I don’t know why you bother to try, honestly.” He rolls his eyes. “We may have lost last year but I swear this year is promising.” You reply as you remember last year’s finals. 

“And how will things be different this year?” He teases. “You know what, let's make a bet. If your team wins, I’ll do whatever you want.” He adds, and you turn to face him. “I gain nothing from that. No thanks.” You grab your bags and lock up with him beside you. 

“Psh you’re such a coward,” he laughs. “Who’s to say I don’t want something too? Let's just bet, come on captain.” Both of you were now walking out of the soccer field. “Excuse me?” You reply, staring at him in disbelief. “Did I stutter? If I win, have dinner with me. What’s so bad about that?” He smirks. 

“You’re unbelievable, fine! If my team wins you’ll do whatever I want and if you win I'll eat dinner with you.” You say, defeated. He just never seemed to back down even in things as foolish as this. Childe does a little victory dance and you scowl and cringe as you watch him do so. “Oh, you are SOOO on. If you lose, prepare for the best dinner of your life.” “Whatever you say, Ajax. Have a good night.” You reply as you reach the exit of the field. “Goodnight captain!” He says as he runs over to his car.

The night may be over, but things just got interesting.

As you drive back home, you can’t help but laugh off everything that just happened.

Childe was always a tease, and even in previous games you would notice his tenacious energy. Your casual banter with him before and after games was always a pain in the ass, but no one can complain, after all, you and his teams were the best out there. You’d eventually see each other and be the finalists every season. Now with a little bet placed, you can’t help but feel a little motivation to do better than before.

Why did Childe make the bet in the first place? You could only guess.

END.

Notes: TEEHEE I felt so giddy writing this and I may or may not have another part already in the works... so if you guys actually want me to continue this ill post the next part soon enough >:) (also none of this is probably true to what soccer is but shhh for the sake of the story lets just say soccer does have equipment LMAO)

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uhh,,, umm, ah, uhhh, huhhhh huhuhuhhh

I'm.. dying.....

I can't go on,,,, any ,, longer....

Mr Darcy as *cough* Diluc pls save,,, mwee

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No magic tricks... Just me. ˚*･༓☾

Characters: Lyney x reader (no gender-specific terms were used!)

Genre: fluff. nothing else just have fluff as an apology for my lack of posts 😭

Now playing... Bewitched by Laufey!

Despite the numerous things Lyney has seen himself, nothing else can be as beautiful as you. 

He’s a simple man; he wants nothing more than him and his siblings to be safe and happy. But sometimes he wants to be greedy and take something for himself, just this once. 

But it never happens. 

That is until he sees you.

When you just met, to the trial, he felt nothing but awe. Someone was willing to go as far as helping him despite knowing each other for just a day. Sure, you as a traveler had a reputation around town, but seeing you for yourself changed everything. 

He wanted to know you more, and see how things unfold by that point, but he didn’t expect to tell you the actual truth of his upbringing. It’s unbearable; you just started to know him, and now you know he is with the house of the hearth, someone who was in close relations with “the knave.” 

The look on your face said it all for him. Heightened with emotions, he felt lost. 

For once, he was unsure of how things would unfold now that you knew. 

But for the first time, he didn’t want to hide it. He didn’t want to hide it from you- Because you gave him hope that someone with a background like yours could understand or sympathize with him.

So even if he saw that look from you, he wanted to make up for it.

And damn right he did, from finishing the trial, he felt so much relief to see your smiling face and he wanted nothing but to frame that moment right then and there. “Thank you, for believing in me.” He said. With all that said and done, he wanted to put this behind him and finally get to know you.

You and Lyney went around town, with his frequent magic tricks entertaining you now and then. While it was an act to garner your attention, he wanted you to look in between the lines. Rainbow roses aren’t something someone just gifts to you with no meaning at all.

Enamored, you kept the rose in your room and looked at it every night before bed. Lyney’s presence was very felt, and it felt so natural. You await the next time you saw him.

Weekly encounters became daily, and Lyney was always with you in your journey around Fontaine. You didn’t mind, he was great company and you had a blast with him when you would do commissions for the guild.

But when it was time for you to leave, he didn’t know what to do.

So on the late cold night, two days before you leave for your next journey, he knocks at your door in a hurry.

You open the door, half asleep and confused. “Lyney? Did something happen?” You ask. “Yes, please come with me, it’s an… emergency.” He says with urgency. He holds your hand and you both walk the quiet streets of Fontaine. With the shops closed, Fontaine never looked so ominous. The bright shine of the moon beneath the both of you, Lyney hurriedly brought you to the middle of the street. “Lyney can you please explain what’s going on?” You ask as he drags you around. “We’re near, hold on.” He says.

When he finally stops, you’re confused as he sits you down on one of the benches. “What now?” You ask, really worried that something might have happened while you slept. 

He breathes in, and out as he says “You’re leaving right?” with a solemn look on his face. “I am…” You reply. “You know, when I met you, all I could think of was a firework.” He laughs as he holds your hand. “And how is this relevant?” “Just let me finish!” He exclaims and you stay silent.

“You were something so… beautiful yet such a short glimpse. Just like a firework.” He made a small firework with his pyro vision on the palm of his hand.

“I’d heard about you before you even arrived here, and I was really interested in knowing more about you. And after the trial, I knew I had to take up every opportunity I could. And I did. And I thought you’d get the hint, get the clues I gave almost every single day but you didn't! You didn't…” He grips your hand tighter.

“And I'm tired of hiding this. So no more magic tricks… just me.” He breathes in.

“I like you. A lot. And I don't want you to go just yet because damn has t been the best months of my life! I spent all my life making sure my family was safe and sound and for once, I wanted to know if you were too.” His eyes looked deep into yours as he confessed.

You couldn’t believe it. “I… don't know what to say.” You laugh and smile at him. “You don’t have to say anything just… stay with me for a little longer. Please?” His pleading face was all it took for you to hug him tightly. He tensed, completely shocked at your touch. “Of course I will.” You reply and that’s all it took for him to hug you back. He nuzzled in your neck, unbelievably happy.

You spent another 30 minutes or so just watching the moon shine as you and Lyney all the times he tried ‘confessing’ his love for you and you couldn’t help but laugh. “That firework was a good touch. Touché.” You say and he laughs. “I'm a romantic at heart, can you blame me?”

As the night ended, he brought you back to your quarters and before he could leave, he kissed your forehead. “Goodnight, my little firework.” You smile, roll your eyes, and close the door, your heart filled with nothing but joy as you lay down that night.

END.

Notes: I am unbelievably sorry for not posting but I AM SORT OF KIND OF BACK I am not sure when I'll get back to posting but this is one of the drafts I made that I never continued so I finished it rn because I am bored and inspired. Hope you guys liked it!

I recently started writing again; click here to learn more about me ^-^

Inbox is always open for suggestions and comments. I'd be glad to try out any prompts you guys give!

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i’m fr gonna start implementing this cause my last three weeks of uni for this semester is coming and I think i’ll have 0 time to write, but i’ll still be here <3 thank you so much for following, liking, and reposting my work! If you have any prompts you want to come to life, just send it thru my inbox!

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after writing non stop last week i’m gonna take a breather and figure out which prompt i wanna start first, but rest assured i’ll keep writing ! ^-^

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Skitters in here because I love your writing aah! Can I request something fluffy with Diluc and/or Zhongli? ;u; What I'm asking is what if Diluc / Zhongli was helping his quiet s/o tie their corset for an occasion later on yes okay bye ////

When it’s time for a party...

Notes: Second request, thank you so much anon! It's been really fulfilling to know people like my works so much they want to request stuff from me ♡ I don't write fluff very often but I hope I got your request right. ps, read until the end for a surprise!

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Diluc would see you struggle getting in your corset, though he didn’t want to pry. When he heard your grunt of frustration, he knocked on your slightly open door and asked, “Need some help, my dear?” 

He would carefully help you out with your corset, slowly adjusting the ribbon and making sure the corset hugged your figure well. He would tie it in a small ribbon, the ends being long. 

When he finishes, he’d take a good look at you in the mirror and grab the nearest hair comb he sees. He would brush your hair, slowly, calmly, and you felt relaxed and relieved as he did so. “Lovely. Are you ready for tonight, now?” You nod, standing up to hug and kiss him on the cheek. “Thank you, Diluc.” As you hug each other, he sighs in content. 

Zhongli would assist you in dressing up before he dresses up himself. You didn't ask him to help, he just naturally did. He would help you pick out the dress and corset you wanted to wear, and he’d be truthful to what he thinks looks bad on you, and what looks good on you. When it was time to wear the final outfit, he would help you out in wearing the corset, asking “is it comfortable? Too tight? Too loose?” and once he was done, the corset ribbon was carefully tied with the perfect ratio of the bow and the ends. 

He left you after that to prepare himself, and you took that time to fix up your makeup. When he’s done wearing his suit, you walk up to him, fixing his bow tie. “You look splendid. Thank you for helping me out a while ago, Zhongli.” 

He would give you a small kiss on the cheek as a reply and he’d hold your hand as you exited the place to go to the party. 

addtl. Since anons request short-circuited my brain when I got the notification, here’s an added bonus! I hope you like this kind of content, and maaaayyybee ill write more things like this.

warning now: suggestive content. look away if you don’t wanna see this!

When it’s time for the party… Both of them edition ୨୧

Diluc would help you with your corset as Zhongli slowly put on your stockings for you. Both of them were delicate, giving small kisses around your shoulders and thighs as they both of them did so. 

Zhongli would be kneeling in front of you as he fluffed up your skirt before you stood up, and he’d hand you your shoes like you were Cinderella, slowly helping you wear each heel. 

Diluc would be behind you, putting his hands on your waist tightly as he fixed the corset to fit your frame. He would style your hair into a stylish bun, with a matching ribbon to match your outfit. 

“Perfect.” The both of them said at the same time as they walked beside you to the party. Both men never removed their hands from your waist for the duration of the party.

Notes: I know anon asked for a soft fluffy prompt but I couldn't help but write a small suggestive section LOL I specifically wrote a ribbon part because I feel like the both of them would take note of those little details. Hope you guys liked this one (I wrote this while I was in a car LMFAOOO)

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Hiii hello~! I'm not sure if this counts as a triggering or sensitive topic, if it is please feel free to ignore it ofc! ^^;

I was wondering how Tartaglia would react when he finds out reader is can't have children? He already knows having children of their own is a bit scary for her for multiple reasoning, but after trying to convince her, they give it a shot. Only to later find out... she can't have any kids. It devastated her only because she fears how Tartaglia would even view her and how crushed he must be feeling, knowing he's a family man and he probably dreamt of having a family with her for years?? (I like the childhood friends to lovers trope shh)

A good/comforting ending would be really nice.. reverse comfort sounds nice too.. I really want them both to be happy tbh :,-)

WHAT IF SERIES- REQUESTED! ✧*。

Now playing… Sweet Nothings by Taylor Swift

“And the voices that implore, you should be doing more, to you I can admit, that I'm just too soft for all of it.”

Content Warning: Heavy mentions of infertility, please don’t read if this topic is sensitive to you.

Genre: Tartaglia x Fem!reader who is a married couple but reader is infertile. Angst with happy ending. Reverse comfort in the midst of it all.

Notes: my first request! Hopefully I got it right to the nail. This is my first time writing this kind of topic, so apologies in advance for any discrepancies.

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“Don’t you want a family with me? Tell me, honestly, is this where you’re coming from? I would understand if you were scared of having kids but-”

“It’s because I can’t bear a child, okay?!” You stand in your kitchen island, head hung low. In the heat of the argument, you weren’t ready to say it to him, not when you just found out about it a few days ago yourself. Childe just looked at you, eyes wide open on the other side of the kitchen island. His hand which was bearing a fist was now gone.

“I went to the doctor. They said… I can’t. It’s not you, It’s not the both of us, it’s me. And I know you’ve been wanting this- God knows I wanted it too. But… Fuck.” You mutter, voice shaking. He didn’t waste any time to walk up to you and hug you. You held unto him tightly, now crying in his chest. He comforted you by rubbing his hand on your back while whispering “Shh, okay. Let's sit down on the couch.”

You stayed there on the couch, comforting one another for what felt like hours until Childe spoke up. “When did you find out?” He asks in a whisper. “The day before yesterday. I didn’t know how to tell you, but we were fighting over it again, and I got ahead of myself and just dropped it. I-I’m sorry.” You reply with no more tears left to cry. He continued to comfort you, nodding at what you said as the both of you hugged one another. “I understand now. I’m sorry too. For arguing about this, for everything.” He said.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

The next few weeks the both of you tried to ignore the feeling lingering in your home, the feeling of loss. The loss of something that could’ve been, imagining that someone that could’ve been in your and Childe’s arms, trying to fall asleep as you cradled the baby the both of you should’ve had. 

Nights fell silent, just a quick 'goodnight' from one another while Childe closes the bedroom lights. You stayed up late, thinking of how much grief you felt. You were grieving over a baby that wasn’t even born yet, but something else plagued your mind.

How does Tartaglia feel about all this? Despite everything, you knew he wanted this the most. And that thought crushes you; Does he feel regret in marrying you now that you can’t have his children? Does he not want you anymore after knowing that? Your sleepless nights consisted of those thoughts, left with more questions than answers.

But one night, staying awake in the bed you and Childe share, you heard a sniffle. You didn’t move, hoping to hear it again just to be sure. And you hear it again, and again until it stops. You hear Childe fix his position, and then you realize, is he crying?

“Ajax?” You whisper in the dark. You rarely use that name, but with emotions heightened that very night, you felt like it was appropriate. “Yes?” “Are you okay?” you turn to face him, despite not seeing anything, you knew he was also facing you. You heard another sniffle and immediately closed the space between the two of you to hug him. “Oh honey, I’m sorry…” You say, brushing your hand on his hair. He was now sobbing, the same way you did when you told him.

“What’s on your mind, hm? You can tell me all about it. I’m right here.” You say, still hugging him. “It’s nothing, what you said last week just really hit hard.” He confesses.

"You know it's been a dream of mine, right? To have kids, more specifically to have one with you myself, for years now... Hell, I even told you before we became a couple that you'll have my kids and I'll have yours." He jokes, trying to lighten up the mood.

“I know, I know. I’m sorry. We’ll find another way around this, Ajax, I promise.” As you said these words, he felt safe and comforted. He nods, and stays in your hold, the heavy feeling slowly drifting away. Though some things were left unsaid, both of you knew that this moment solidified your relationship even more.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

For the next few months, you and Childe researched heavily on ways both of you can have Children. From fostering to adopting, there were many options that you had in mind, but you both agreed to try and adopt a small pet for now.

You were still debating whether or not the both of you wanted a cat or a dog, or maybe a reptile, or even a bird. So adopting an animal was on hold for a bit. One night, in a strong thunderstorm, you and Childe lay on the couch, watching a movie when you hear scratches on the front door. Confused, you look through the peephole, but you saw nothing. The scratches grew louder and louder until you opened the door out of frustration to see a small black-coloured kitten on your front porch, looking up at you. 

“Childe, there’s a kitten.”

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

You kept the kitten of course, with it being adorably cute. You clearly saw how much this changed your and Childe's well-being. He’d buy one cat toy per week because the kitten kept breaking every single one. He would always groom the kitten, despite it not needing that much assistance. He would always prepare it's food, and silently watch as the kitten finishes the food. He'd always wipe the kitten's face after it ate.

You saw how happy he looked taking care of the kitten. Though it wasn’t exactly what you both had in mind, given the situation, it was enough.

One day, you went home to see Childe on the couch, lying down as the cat was sleeping peacefully on his chest. 

You put down your things and went to the bathroom. Despite being notified of your infertility, you and Childe still tried. You knew you had to take a pregnancy test today, so you grabbed a test from your cupboard and did so.

After a few minutes, you barge out of the bathroom, pregnancy results in your hand. You run up to Childe, startling him and the kitten.

“Baby, I’m pregnant.”

END.

Notes: I actually enjoyed writing this prompt, and to be honest I thought of the kitten as scara LMAO hope you enjoyed it! Thanks once again anon for requesting.

I recently started writing again; click here to learn more about me ^-^

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after writing non stop last week i’m gonna take a breather and figure out which prompt i wanna start first, but rest assured i’ll keep writing ! ^-^

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COME BACK, BE HERE ⋆˙⊹➷ 

When Artem, Marius, Luke, and Vyn have to say goodbye to you (for now).

play come back... be here (Taylor's Version) for the full experience!

The four of them would lie to themselves if they said they weren’t hesitant to leave you alone in another country. While they know you can handle yourself, they’re still scared that they won’t be there to help you if you did need it.

✧ Artem would hesitate to text you. This man is too scared of annoying you with messages, especially knowing you’re busy with the mission. He’d constantly look at your status (if you were online or not) and he’d call you every night just to make sure everything is alright. He’d talk all night that you end up sleeping with the sound of his voice and he would realize that you had slept after 15 minutes of talking. He’s just happy that at that moment, the both of you were connected somehow.

✧ Marius would be the opposite of Artem and instead bombard you with messages. He’d be worried for you, like asking if you ate or drank water. Poor guy is so agitated he has a jet ready to fly to you if needed. Nonetheless, you reassure him that everything is fine. He would send a video every night, saying the important things you need to do for the next day. And in each video he sent, he never missed saying ‘I love you’ at the very end.

✧ Luke would message you updates on his day, instead of asking for an update on yours. He’d send selfies in the office with the caption ‘working right now!’ or he’d take a picture of the city as he walked or biked back home. He would video call you at the end of the day, going through the case and asking you stuff like ‘Where’d you eat today? Are you still jet lagged?’ amongst other things. When you had to end the call, all he says is ‘Stay safe, okay?’ and when he realizes he hasn’t said goodnight or I love you, he’d call you again just to tell you that.

✧ Vyn wouldn’t bother you unless it’s absolutely necessary. You would send messages to him, but he’d react with one-liners. At the end of the day, however, he makes sure to put his focus on talking to you, but only through chat (he doesn’t want to bother you too much so messaging is just better for him). He would be lying if he said he wasn’t worried, but that’s just because he didn’t want to admit it to you. Instead, he’d send messages saying ‘Don’t stay up too late. I love you.’ 

Notes: Do you like this format? Should I change it? Yet another Taylor Swift inspired drabble, are we surprised? I'm happy with how much I've written for the past few days, It's been a blast to just write whenever I want.

ps. I made a genshin masterlist of my fics inspired by Speak Now Tv here.

Inbox is always open for suggestions and comments.

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˚♡˚ so I said speak now ˚♡˚

from the vault songs ☆彡

☆ when Emma falls in love— when Diluc, Kaveh, Childe, and Itto falls in love

☆ castles crumbling— from what if series; Childe as your arranged married husband

☆ electric touch— first date with Ayato (WIP!)

☆ I can see you— Alhaitham as your academic rival (WIP! maybe spicy)

☆ timeless— Chiluc (childe&diluc) reincarnation AU (WIP! Still unsure with this one)

☆ foolish one— no prompt yet!

to be continued! Follow me for updates.

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WHEN THEY FALL IN LOVE… ♡

Go listen to When emma falls in love while listening ♡

ps. I made a masterlist of my fics inspired by Speak Now Tv here.

in this list are... Diluc, Kaveh, Childe, Itto

“When Diluc falls in love, he paces the floor, closes the blinds, and locks the door”

♡ Diluc would deny himself that feeling. He refuses to acknowledge his feelings until he realizes he’s been trying to see your smile often, making sure you got home safely. The moment he accepts his feelings, he won’t confess first. He hates going into things without being sure, so his refusal to confess first stems from the fact he’s scared you won’t reciprocate his feelings. When you do confess though, he’ll smile in disbelief and would be the first to initiate a hug. He would hesitate at first but when you wrapped your arms around him he hugged you even tighter. (I live for touch starved diluc and what about it)

“Kaveh waits and takes his time 'cause Little Miss Sunshine always thinks it's gonna rain”

♡ Kaveh slowly realizes it and wanted to make his confession worth it. He’d plan for months, carefully choosing the right way to confess to you because he doesn’t want to blow this opportunity away. While he thinks of the best way to confess, he realizes he loves you too much that he gets scared of that fact. He’d overthink, would you accept his feelings? Would you reject him? Will your friendship stay the same even after you reject him? That's why it took so long for him to say those three words to you; he was scared of the different ways it could go wrong. All his planning was thrown off the window when he just flat-out says it to you on a random Tuesday morning while the both of you were alone. He was flustered, shaking, and was about to turn the other way when you grabbed his hand to kiss him. He’d melt at your touch and smile brightly as the both of you kissed. (He’d totally ask you if you really do like him or did you just kiss him right after the whole ordeal)

“When Childe falls in love, it’s all on his face, hangs in the air like stars in outer space”

♡ Childe would quite literally not hide the fact he’s in love with you. Like he genuinely just wants you to know he loves you, but he would never rush you. He’s a gentleman, and he would wait for your answer, no matter how long it took. He would give specific gifts, like “I bought this for you because you said these were your favorite” kind of gift. He would be devastated if you rejected him, but so long as you let him express his love for you, it was enough for him. He makes sure all the time that you aren't uncomfortable with the things he does or the gifts he gives you. When you do answer him with a yes, he will absolutely carry you in his arms and kiss you softly. 

“When Itto falls in love, he’s in it for keeps; he won’t walk away unless he knows he absolutely has to leave”

♡ This man saw you once and knew you were the one, and he’s persistent. He would do the most embarrassing things to get your attention, like a small performance with his pals in the middle of the road. Despite his comedic stunts, he pulls you out of the crowd of people to let you know he’s absolutely serious about what he feels. He can’t really put it into words, so he puts it into action. He says sorry too for his public declaration of his feelings and would ask you to not feel obligated just because he did it publicly. “Just say it, and I swear I’ll stop. I’m a man of my word.” When you confessed that you were starting to like him, he would scream at the top of his lungs out of happiness and crush you lovingly with his hug. 

Notes: this was so cute to write and also I'm really on a roll with Taylor's Speak Now TV release so here have some brainrot content while I still feel motivated to write (´♡‿♡`)

I recently started writing again; click here to learn more about me ^-^

Inbox is always open for suggestions and comments.

-Clara

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omee oh my mr diluc

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after not being in tumblr for years I'm sad that when you click on people's profiles on the website it won't take you immediately to their custom profile </3

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WHAT IF? ✧*。

We were meant to be?

Characters: Businessman!Childe & fem reader

Genre: arranged marriage, angst to comfort. Set in an alternate universe

Notes: Second post, lets go (ᵔ◡ᵔ) I've been on a roll, and I've been motivated to write a lot for some reason. Let me know what you think by sending something to my inbox!

No song to recommend except speak now (Taylor's version) because that's all I played while writing this (though I do recommend Castles Crumbling)

I recently started writing again; click here to learn more about me ^-^

Being married to a successful businessman such as Tartaglia would be a dream for others, but it felt like a nightmare for you. 

You’d spent little to no time with one another, always passing by each other when the both of you would leave for work. In the same house that never felt like home.

He was dismissive of this whole ordeal; he clearly disliked the thought of an arranged marriage, but you weren’t sure if it was the idea of it or the fact that it was you who he got married to.

Were you unattractive in his eyes? Is he detested to be with someone like you? Sure he may have had a long line of women waiting for him, but you considered yourself to be at least presentable.

Now you spend your days alone, despite having everything at your grasp.

Did you really have everything, when you had a husband who refused to acknowledge you?

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

You got home one day, tired and sleepless. You had to finish up a huge deal with a potential client and you were exhausted by the time you arrived home. Seeing that Tartaglia wasn’t home, you plopped on the couch and drifted off to sleep, letting your body rest after a tiring day.

An hour later, Childe comes home to see you peacefully sleeping.

He wastes no time and grabs a blanket to drape over you.

You wake up hours later, confused with the blanket on your body.

“You should sleep some more, it’s still the evening.” Tartaglia calmly says as he goes back to his room.

You slept again, confused and wondering if he felt obligated to do that or if he genuinely cared.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

The morning you woke up, he was the same dismissive Tartaglia that you knew. He never acknowledged what happened last night, and just went on with his routine before leaving the house.

It ate you up inside how you couldn’t understand him. Does he hate you? Is he staying for the sake of the company?And it hits you; He feels obligated to do all of this because it really is for the company.

That hurts to think about. But how can you complain when it’s as plain and simple as that?

You can’t ask for more, you’re just a marriage on paper.

Everyone just needs to believe you’re in love, you don’t actually have to be.

So why do you feel you yearn for someone so close yet so far away from you?

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Those thoughts crept up more and more as the weeks went by. It was clearly affecting your performance; you kept missing meetings because of how nauseated you were knowing Tartaglia was going to be in the same room as you.

You made your time out at work earlier so you don’t have to see him at the house, and made your wake-up routine earlier than his so when he wakes up you’re already out the door.

All of that just to avoid him, to avoid seeing him, and realize you were falling deeper and deeper into something you shouldn’t have.

But all of that effort was thrown off the window when both of your families set up a dinner party, forcing you and Tartaglia to be at arm’s length.

“Same as before.” Was all he said before leaving the car to enter the estate.

You know the protocols the both of you set up to make it convincing for everyone; his hands on your waist and a bright smile with champagne on the other hand.

It hurt to smile like you were his when you know you weren’t.

“So how have the both of you been?” A guest asked.

“Same old, same old. Me and Tartaglia have been busy lately. I'm just glad we have time to ourselves when we go home at the end of the day.” You reply, hugging him with your arm as you leaned in close to him.

“I’m surprised you still use Tartaglia, don’t you feel comfortable calling him Childe?” Your eyes perk up at that comment.

Shit.

“Force of habit, apologies.” You pass it off as a joke.

The night passes and you decide to stroll in the garden at the back of the estate, alone. Acting like you really were lovers took a toll on you tonight, most especially with these new-found feelings of yours that were getting harder and harder not to ignore.

As you sit on a bench, looking up at the stars, you think.

Is he getting tired of this? He’ll probably ignore me again when we go back home. I just hope no one asks us any more questions, I don’t think I can handle it.

The thoughts were overwhelming. Before you know it, little droplets of rain start to fall on you rapidly. When you stood up, you were already drenched in the very strong rain. Instead of running back to the estate, you sat back, letting the rain pour onto you as you decided to cry it all out.

Pathetic as it may be, it was helping you let out your feelings. You cried, sobbed, and didn’t care if people saw you. Either way, they wouldn’t know that you were crying because of how strong the rain was.

What you didn’t know was Childe was looking everywhere for you, out of concern because of the rain. When he saw your silhouette in the gardens, he wasted no time running up to you.

“Hey-” He called out your name as he ran. “Tartaglia?” You brushed off the tears rain from your face and looked up at him. “What are you doing here? It’s raining so hard!” He screamed so you could hear him through the pouring rain. 

You couldn’t answer right away. “Sorry.” Was all you could think of saying as he grabbed your hand to make you stand up. “You could’ve gotten sick! You don’t like getting sick, right?” 

It was true. While it would be natural for someone to hate being sick, you hated it on another level. When you would call in sick for work, you’d still have your laptop ready on your bed as you experienced a fever.

“H-how’d you know that?” You ask. “I know all kinds of stuff about you! How you hate people being late, how you like your coffee hot, how you would arrange the spices at home in alphabetical order for some reason.” He laughed, still talking loudly through the rain.

He looked beautiful. Despite the rain on his face, despite his look of concern for you, he was majestic.

“Wait, were you crying?” He asked. His hand instinctively held your cheek.

“I-I wasn’t.” You lie. “Your eyes are red.” “That’s because of the rain-” You try to excuse yourself.

“Like hell it is.” 

He quickly wrapped his arms around you. 

“Are you okay? Did something upset you tonight? Is that why you’re here in the rain?” He quickly asked those questions and you couldn’t help but let the tears fall as you stayed in his arms. “I’m sorry I’m usually more put together, I…” You couldn’t say the words. 

Maybe, for now, this short-lived affection was enough for you.

“You can tell me anything, you know that right? I’m your husband after all.” Those words caused an incredible amount of pain to you for some reason.

You breathed deeply before asking,

“Am I your wife, then?”

He looks at you, confused. “Of course you are. I know I don’t really show it, but I care for you. A lot. Contract or not, I still want to be married to you.”

One sentence was enough for all of your worries and fears to go away.

“You don't know how much those words mean to me.” I sigh and hug him tightly.

He smiles fondly and accepts the hug as the rain poured down on the both of you.

“I’m sorry. It seems like I had something to do with your current state.” He says, still holding you.

“I thought you hated me… hated this.” You finally admit.

“I could never hate this. The only thing I hated about this whole thing was how I never got to fall in love with you the right way.”

“What do you mean?”

“You-- gods you’re beautiful, you know that? And I was mesmerized by you when I would see you at gatherings. When I got the news we had to get married, I should’ve been happy. But I wasn’t. You didn’t have the chance to love me for who I was and instead, you were dragged into this contract. So I… I made sure to be distant. For your sake.” He says, clearly feeling guilty and upset about how he handled the situation.

“Clearly, that isn’t working. And I’m sorry. I thought you liked this arrangement…” His voice starts shaking. “I’m sorry too. For making it such a big deal-” “It is a big deal. No man should treat their wife this way and I learned my lesson for trying it myself. I won’t make this mistake again. Not when I finally know you feel the same for me.”

You had enough power within you to look at him in his eyes.

His mouth was trembling.

You put your arm on his cheek and smile.

“Can I finally kiss you?” You ask.

“I’ve been dying to do that.” He replies.

The two of you lean on one another, lips touching with a bright smile. Despite the ongoing rain, you savored that moment. The moment when everything clicked.

The moment when you knew you were meant to be with him.

When you pull away, the both of you smile, still holding one another. “We should probably get back now.” He laughs. “We probably should.”

He holds your hand as the both of you walk back to the estate, drenched from the rain but happy and content. 

END.

Notes: this trope has a chokehold on me and I swear I won't stop loving it ♡( ◡‿◡ ) This one is a bit longer than my first post, that's because I really wanted to flesh out the story properly with the right amount of angst and comfort. Hope I provided that!

Inbox is always open for suggestions and comments.

-Clara

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bought the love of my life today (my diluc collection is growing in numbers)

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Hold me Tight

Kamisato Ayato x fem!wife!Reader

Genre: Arranged Marriage au, idk if it can be called a slow burn but that’s what I’m calling it, fluff, smidge of angst.

Warnings: unconventional relationship, Reader is described to have long hair that is brushed through. not edited

Requests: Open

a/n: another one out! :o Had to indulge myself a little bit before getting back to requests. arranged marriage au’s are my guilty pleasure and i just felt like writing for genshin again. Hair brushing and physical affection is also just such a big thing for me I had to write it. So if it isn’t obvious i wrote this mostly for selfish reasons and that is the reason why it may be sort of all over the place lol. I hope it’s enjoyable either way!

A hug is all you longed for really. For someone to wrap warm arms around you and let you completely melt into them.

Being married it should be an easy ask

How unfortunate it is for you that your husband wants nothing to do with you.

Although the more you thought about it, perhaps that wasn’t entirely true. He did agree to the marriage hadn’t he?

He was the head of his clan, the Yashiro commissioner. Throughout the entirety of the process of arranging your marriage, Kamisato Ayato had every right, and more than enough chances to stop it from going through.

He had nothing to lose if he decided he wasn’t ready for marriage, which was an excuse many citizens of Inazuma had heard over the years.

He really had nothing to gain from it either.

It confused you from the day the elders of your clan elatedly told you that by some insane amount of luck, the Kamisato Ayato had accepted “your” marriage proposal that had been sent in as almost an obligation.

There was no harm in trying and you were now living proof of that.

Why you? out of all the suitors he definitely had, he had chosen you. While your clan was one of the head producers of tea leaves in the country, you still couldn’t wrap your mind around his acceptance, it was not like the Kamisato’s needed the tea, they could have afforded it anyways.

There was no political gain for him either as he was already a tri-commissioner, you weren’t even in line to become heir! Your uncle was the head of the clan and your cousins would follow in his footsteps.

The gossip about you flew all over inazuma like a storm cloud, and you heard it all, people weren’t always subtle in their curiosity or distaste in you after all.

Some of the talk was harsh and negative, and yet you couldn’t help but partially agree with what some people were saying about you.

You were a nobody as far as nobility went. The only reason you could think of as to why Ayato chose you, was likely to reduce the amount of mail that he got, as the marriage proposals had virtually stopped after your wedding. Aside from some particularly desperate people.

Perhaps you really were the best candidate for him. You weren’t a prominent figure in the public eye, you weren’t after the Kamisato’s fame and fortune, and you weren’t the type of person to fawn over your husband 24/7 and demand he shower you in riches and attention.

Although you almost wish that you were. Maybe then you wouldn’t be longing for a hug as badly as you currently were.

While it was true that being married to Ayato meant that you had nearly everything you could ask for at your fingertips, and that it was rare for you to be denied anything—not like you asked for much anyways—the one thing you could not ask for, was your husband’s affection. How ironic. the one person you spewed rehearsed vows to about being his rock and what not, was the one person you could not get an ounce of love or affection from.

Of course you had never really had the chance to try at this point, as despite being married for 6 months already, you can count the amount of times you had a full conversation with the man on one hand.

“I hope that you can find it in you to excuse my lord. He is a very busy man.” Thoma had told you the day you had moved in and your husband was no where to be seen. The look he gave you the mixture of empathy and a wince.

That was the day reality set in. He looked at you kindly on the day you got married. Soft smiles graced both of your features during the ceremony, and you two spoke amicably during the extravagant reception. But this was an arranged marriage, a contract more than a relationship, and you both had duties to fulfill.

A smile that had been drilled into you since your etiquette classes from your youth crossed your face “There’s no need to worry about me Thoma, I understand.”

So you had to learn to get used to being alone in an estate bustling with people. You opened your wedding gifts alone, sorted them accordingly and even sent out an astonishing amount of individual thank you cards to all the guests you had at your wedding.

You often ate alone, save for the times Ayaka and Thoma had time to accompany you. Aside from being reached out to for second opinions or approval you weren’t given a formal job on the estate. Instead you were given an allowance, and were free to spend your days doing whatever you wanted, so long as the Kamisato name was protected.

Yes that was another thing you had to get used to, “Kamisato y/n”, “My lady Kamisato.” Hearing the latter was especially hard, that title felt as if it was reserved only for your sister-in-law, she definitely represented it with more grace than you thought you were ever capable of.

The name and all the responsibilities it came with weighed down on your shoulders unlike anything you had every experienced prior, and here you pushed against it alone. Forced to go through the transition into married life without the other half of the partnership to support you.

That led you to your predicament now. You were coming to the realization that you were horribly touch starved.

It was even worse on cold windy days, or when it rained. All it did was remind you about how your late parents would use those days to curl up with you, a warm blanket, and a book to laze the day away and wish for nicer weather the next so that you could go out on a picnic.

you longed for those days of warmth and love again. Your family had been quite affectionate with one another. While Ayaka would come and spend time with you, treating you like an older sibling. Nothing could reach the craving deep within you.

You sighed to yourself as you walked through the streets of Inazuma, ignoring the whispers of people who passed and recognized who you were.

Or rather who you were married to.

“My lady Kamisato!” greeted the Yae publishing house worker. “You’ve come at a great time, the new volume of your favourite series has just released.”

The worker handed you the book in question and you couldn’t help the excitement that rose within you as you quickly flipped through “I was hoping that I’d be able to pick something up today. I’ve been needing more things to do when the weather doesn’t permit me to go outside. Any other recommendations?”

The worker smiled at you sweetly and handed you another book “Surely Lord Ayato, is able to keep you from getting too bored at the estate my lady?”

Your smile faltered ever so slightly, you couldn’t let it drop in front of the worker, the last thing you wanted was for anymore rumours to spread. You pretended to read the synopsis of the book that was handed to you. “Yes of course, but there are still times where he is not available. My husband is a very busy man.”

My husband, you didn’t think you would ever get used to referring to him as that. He felt like nothing more than a stranger who’s house you happened to live in, who you shared a family name with, who would grace you with a soft smile and a nod as you passed each other at the estate each making your ways to your separate rooms.

A gust of wind blew through the streets and both you and the worker shivered. You looked at the sky and frowned at the dark clouds rolling in, you flinched as a singular rain drop landed on your cheek.

The worker also looked up “it really is rainy season isn’t it?” they looked to you “I would recommend you head home soon my lady, looks like it’s gonna come down any minute now and you’ve got a long walk back to the Kamisato estate”

You sighed, “what a shame, I was hoping to run a couple more errands today.” you payed for both books and placed them into your bag with a smile “thank you for the advice I’ll head out now.”

You walked away from the shop in the direction of the estate, waving behind you as the worker told you to stay safe.

———

Perhaps you should have stayed in town.

You come to this realization as you’re halfway to the estate. Komore tea house would have been much nicer than the weather you were experiencing currently.

The singular raindrop you had felt earlier had slowly progressed into a little more than a drizzle and you groaned to yourself as your clothing grew heavier as it absorbed more and more water.

You should have grabbed your umbrella

It was practically pouring by the time you had gotten to the estate, the trees of Chinju forest providing surprisingly little shelter against the rain.

Quickly, you rushed under the cover of the roof of the estate and sighed in relief once you weren’t being pelted by water. You looked down at you clothes and cringed at the water dripping from the fabric and your hair onto the dark wood

Wringing out what you could beforehand, you opened the front doors of the estate as quietly as you could, albeit in vain as Thoma and your husband were having a discussion right at the entrance.

Both men turned to look at you as the door closed and you could only stare back awkwardly as the sound of water dripping from you clothes and hair, along with your shivering filled the room.

Thoma was the first to break the silence and began fussing over you not unlike a mother hen.

“My lady you’re soaking wet! You’re going to get sick! I’ll have the maids draw a bath for you. Please allow me to grab your belongings. I’ll have tea ready for you once you’re done.

Before you knew it, you were standing in your bathroom with a steaming tub waiting for you. Still bewildered at what had transpired moments before.

Still, Thoma and his efforts were never unwelcome as the bath was exactly what you needed.

You took your time in the bath, taking in the scent of the flowers and oils put in by the maids, appreciating how well the water warmed your once cold body.

Once finished, you were quick to dry off and get dressed, still towel drying your hair as you entered your room.

As promised, Thoma had left a tea set on the table in your room with a container holding tea leaves, knowing you liked to brew it yourself.

The only thing out of place was an extra tea cup.

As if on cue, the door to your room was gently slid open and your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of pale blue hair.

“My lord!” you greeted, the words leaving you mouth before you could even try to stop them.

Ayato paused as the two of you made eye contact, it was almost as if he was surprised himself that you were in your own room.

Ayato was the first to regain his composure after clearing his throat. “Majority of my plans for today have been cancelled due to the weather, I was hoping you could allow me to join you for a bit.”

Your head was spinning, not able to wrap itself around the fact that your husband was in your room and actively trying to spend time with you.

“Of course if that’s how you wish to spend your free time my lord.” you stammered, part of you still believing that this was some sort of dream.

A small shiver ran down your spine and you were reminded of the damp hair that ran down your back. You looked to the vanity in your room and then back at your husband.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I would like to fix my hair situation beforehand.”

“Of course y/n there’s no need to worry, it’s just me.”

That was precisely why you were panicking on the inside at that moment. It was only the man who was so busy, that his presence in the house on a daily basis resembled that of a gust of wind.

You sat down at you vanity and picked up one of your combs, beginning the task of untangling the mess you had created both in the rain and bath.

You nearly groaned out loud to yourself, you had kept your hair long to be able to use the multitude of flamboyant hair accessories you had acquired, but brushing it had always been your least favourite part of the entire process.

A awkward cough caused you to look at the man in your room.

“if you are comfortable with it…I could help you brush your hair.”

You stared in shock at the man in front of you. His face was genuine but you could tell by the reddening of his ears that he was flustered, the most you had ever seen from him.

The combination of being a witness to such a rare site and the fact that you were still in shock that he was there in the first place, had you speaking without much thought.

“That would be very helpful my lord, thank you.”

The surprise on his face was visible You could only hope that your whirlwind of emotions wasn’t as obvious.

Still, not one to go back on his word, Ayato gently took the comb from your outstretched hand and began to work. His powerful presence behind you almost causing you to curl in on yourself.

He was gentle, his hands warm as they followed your comb, a warm feeling spread throughout you chest as he so carefully detangled your hair, taking his time.

You hoped that he wouldn’t be able notice through your reflection just how flustered you were at this moment. Your face was hot, your breathing was slightly rapid and you couldn’t find it in yourself to look up at the mirror in fear that your eyes would connect.

Yet this moment felt so intimate, so tender and domestic. You could almost believe that you two were much closer than you really were.

A soft chuckle broke you from your thoughts.

“This brings me back.” Ayato sighed wistfully, “when we were younger, Ayaka would let me do this for her. Though she seemed less than impressed when I would try different styles on her. I wonder if she would trust me with her hair again after all this time.”

You smiled down at your fidgeting hands “I’m sure she would if you promised no more experiments my lord.”

Ayato hummed in contemplation “I suppose you may be right, but at the same time maybe I won’t need to ask her if I already have yours within reach.” He leaned closer to your ear, “After all, am I wrong to assume that you are enjoying this my dear wife?”

Your face felt like it was on fire, you had never heard him call you that to your face before. You could feel the smug smile that was currently gracing his features as he leaned back and continued his actions.

“Well?” He urged after a moment

“No you are not wrong to assume that my lord.” You managed to stammer out. Your hands clenched into fists in your lap as you forced yourself to say the truth, knowing well that he would be able to see through any lie.

He sighed. “Please y/n I think we’re at a point where we can drop the formalities.”

Your eyes widened at his words and you spoke the first thing that came to mind.

“Are we really?”

His hand that was holding the brush froze mid stroke, the room was suddenly filled with a chilled silence and you cringed at the amount of malice an anger that you managed to fit into one simple question.

This was no way to talk to the man you were married to.

“Forgive me my… Ayato. I did not mean to sound so harsh I just-“

“No no there’s no need to apologize.” ayato assured. He raked a hand through your hair and chuckled bitterly, “I supposed it is my fault that you feel this way about our…situation

You opened your mouth to protest but nothing came out. What he said wasn’t a lie to make you feel better for snapping at him. It was entirely the truth and you were grateful that he understood where you were coming from.

“Finished.” He stated softly before placing the comb back on your vanity. “I hope that I haven’t worn out my welcome.”

You paused for a moment, thinking about the situation you found yourself in, while wanting to get yourself out of the awkward moment, you knew that a chance to spend time with him again would be rare.

“You haven’t, don’t worry,” you stated as you slowly rose from your seat. Still refusing to look up at him you gestured to the low table where the tea set sat, “Please have a seat, I’ll brew the tea for us.”

It was quiet as you worked, the only sounds in the room being the clink of tea set, and the crinkle of tatami mats. You thanked Thoma in your mind when you saw that he had prepared leaves that were better steeped in lower temperatures, as the water had cooled down since he first boiled it.

“We’ll have to wait a couple minutes.” You said as you closed the lid of the teapot. Ayato nodded and an awkward silence filled the room.

“I don’t want to use me being busy as an excuse.” Ayato suddenly blurted out.

You finally look up at him in surprise “Pardon?”

Ayato cleared his throat “My apologies. It’s just that I know that everyone has been using me being busy to excuse me for being absent in this relationship. While I know that lin its simplest terms, what we have between us is a contract, part of me still hoped that I would be able to get to know you well and we could be much more than strangers. There are many times where I could have put my work aside and spent more time with you, but I for some reason I never found myself taking those opportunities.”

He looked almost guilty as he continued. “Now here I am, months later knowing next to nothing about you, and on top of that I expected you to be comfortable with speaking casually around me when we have barely even spoken before.

You pondered to yourself as you poured tea into his cup “Well if it makes you feel any better,” you poured more into your own “I also know next to nothing about you.”

“Unfortunately that only seems to add salt to the wounds my dear.” Ayato grumbled.

Your eyes widened at the pet name and you quickly lifted your teacup to your face to hide your embarrassment.

Ayato followed suit and hummed in satisfaction as he drank. “Well I do know one thing now. My wife is excellent at brewing tea. It must run in your family’s genes.”

You waved him off “it’s just something that comes with experience, my uncle is the true master.”

“I also now know that my wife finds it hard to accept compliments.”

“Hey!”

Ayato smiled at you teasingly as you glared at him, though there was no anger behind it.

“Well now that’s unfair,” you stated “I should get to learn something about you now.”

Your husband raised an eyebrow, “well what would you like to know?”

You faltered for a moment, not expecting him to relent so easily, “well…” you stuttered, “what type of tea would you consider your favourite?”

“Really digging deep are we y/n?”

“I couldn’t think of something straight away!”

Despite the teasing, the questions continued, it was as if you were on a first date.

Except you were already living together and married.

One question was asked after the other. Ranging from you asking him about the daily life of a tri-commissioner, to him asking about the books you had bought earlier in the day.

It was only after Thoma had brought dinner to your room, that you had finally asked.

“So why me?”

Ayato’s chopsticks paused mid air “Why what?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, he was playing dumb.

“Why did Inazuma’s most desired bachelor, Yashiro commissioner, leader of the famed Shuumatsuban, and the man who brought the Kamisato Clan back to its former glory, the Kamisato Ayato. Decide that a nobody from a tea producing clan was the one you would want to spend the rest of you life with.”

Ayato looked at you in exasperation “You aren’t a nobody y/n there’s so much more to you.”

“We don’t need to get down to the specifics, don’t avoid the question!” You exclaimed, ignoring the pleased smile on his face as he took in your flustered state.

Ayato put a hand to his chin and hummed as if contemplating something grand. He took a moment to respond. “Would you believe me if I said that I found you to be a very interesting person y/n?”

You stared at him blankly.

“Don’t lie to me we didn’t even meet until the wedding.”

The smile that he sent you sent a chill down your spine “Well I suppose that’s true in a sense, but we have been in each other’s presence on multiple occasions.”

You couldn’t mask the your surprise, “we have?”

Ayato looked at you incredulously. “Surely you know how often the Yashiro commission requests supplies from your clan for the multiple events we host.”

You fiddled with your teacup “Well sure but that doesn’t mean that it was a guarantee that we bump into each other. I’m sure I would have remembered being in the presence of you of all people.”

Ayato shrugged, “Being in the public eye is much more my sisters domain. I tend to stick to the shadows during bigger festivals that I’m interested in. During one of these times… you caught my eye.”

Your eyes widened “I did?”

He looked bashful as he continued his story, you were sure that you were the first person to ever see him in this state.

“I always knew of you, as I often meet with your uncle for business. I don’t know if you know this but he often worries about you and tends to talk about you during these meetings.” Ayato hummed in contemplation. “Perhaps it was a tactic to make me say yes to the upcoming proposal”

You groaned in horror at the realization that the two men had been talking about you “I apologize for my uncles actions.”

Ayato waved dismissively “Thats not the point. At a festival is where I first saw you and was able to put a name to a face. What I didn’t expect was the fact that everything about you had fascinated me. The way you danced and had that kind of sparkle in you eyes as you wandered around in wonder. The way you kindly greeted everyone you met. I found myself looking for you at following festivals to see if that was always how you looked…it was.”

“So it was only my looks” you teased

he sighed exasperated “Of course not”

You laughed “I’m kidding. Keep going.”

“Then at one point I was due for a meeting at your estate with your uncle and I might have listened in on a deal you were striking with a business man. The confidence in your voice was obvious and the way you negotiated with grace and kindness, yet still with firmness, had me intrigued within the first couple seconds of me hearing it. My interest only grew when your meeting had concluded and I saw you step out. with an accomplished smile on your face”

You gaped at him, you very rarely took part in your family’s business deals, only helping with what your cousins or uncle were too busy to handle. For him to be there at that time on that day was truly a great coincidence.

“You really piqued my interest that day. Although it was not my first choice in ways to get closer to you, when I saw the proposal sent by your clan, everything seemed to fall into place.” Ayato laughed but his tone soon turned solemn.

“Unfortunately not everything worked out for me, because look at how things are going. I left you to fend for yourself against the public, we rarely see each other, and this is the longest we have ever spoken despite being married for months. I think I was just afraid of crossing any boundaries, after all this marriage is arranged and I had no idea as to how you felt about me.”

Without thinking you reached over the table and grabbed one of his hands in both of yours, touched by how vulnerable he was being with you, “I wouldn’t have agreed to the marriage so easily if I thought ill of you in any way, while I may not have known you, you also piqued my interest. I won’t lie I was- still am extremely shocked, but I saw nothing bad coming out of this marriage really. It started off slow but we’re talking now, and well, don’t you think we’ve made some great progress?”

He smiled endearingly at you, “yes, I am grateful for this opportunity and hope that we can continue on this path.”

You laughed, “now you’re making it sound like a business deal.”

After that, you and Ayato finished your dinner making pleasant conversation. The sun had long gone down when he made the call for the both of you to retire for the night.

He once again stood in the doorway of your room, only this time you were standing right in front of him.

“I’ll have a heavier workload tomorrow but I think I’ll be able to join you for dinner again.”

You smiled up at him “I would like that, please let me know if there’s anything I can help you with, I’m part of this clan too you know.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, thank you y/n.”

There was a pause and Ayato reluctantly continued. “Well I should take my leave for the night.”

As he turned, something seemed to overcome you, and you grabbed at his wrist,

“Ayato.”

He froze and turned to look at you curiously. you shyly looked away, “before you go. May I have a hug?”

He gave you a teasing smile, “this is all happening so fast, what will everyone think?”

“Oh please we’re already married.”

He laughed and his smile softened.

Without anymore words, Ayato opened his arms.

You couldn’t hold back the giddy smile that crossed your face and without hesitation you allowed yourself to melt into his embrace for the first time in what would become many.

A scent that was uniquely his filled your nose, and as you pressed against his chest you could feel and hear his heart pounding just as hard as yours. You nearly sighed in satisfaction as you wrapped your arms around his waist. A need you had been suppressing for months had finally been fulfilled. His hold was strong and comforting, his hold making you feel like you again.

Ayato chuckled to himself as his grip tightened, “well now I’ve found myself in a predicament.”

Still holding onto him, you turned your head to look up at him. “What is it?”

“I don’t want to let go.”

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WHAT IF? ✧*。

Somewhere down the road, we actually worked out?

Characters: Diluc & reader (no gender-specific terms were used)

Genre: lovers to exes so angst, tiny comfort if you squint. NOT set in an alternate universe.

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"Then I guess I don't love you anymore." 

Those words hurt. No, they stung. Diluc looked away, closing his eyes as he shook his head.

“So now what? Are we through? That’s it?” You ask, infuriated.

Your dynamic with DIluc has changed over the past few months. From playful bickering to clear, pure annoyance with one another. This fight wasn’t like the other fights you two would have. It was like everything changed so quickly, even though the both of you loved each other for years now.

But why can’t you move past this fight like the others?

“I guess we are.” He finally says.

Confused and mad, you turn around. “Okay then.” You breathe out, voice shaking. It hurt to let him go like this. Mad at one another, showing little to no care. You didn’t want to cry. Not at this point. So you left. 

He watched you walk away.

He let you walk away.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

The first few months after the breakup was manageable. You quickly disposed of everything that was related to him in your room. You would cry, but it was for drunken nights with the tone-deaf bard, drinking your sorrows away just to be better the next day.

Everything reminded him of you. Things you used to buy for one another, things only the both of you would understand.

But in the month of finally letting go of one another him, you never saw Diluc in the middle of Mondstadt. When you would visit angels share, he was never there. When you had to pass by the winery, he wasn’t there.

Maybe it was for the best that you didn’t see him.

But in the time you did see him again, was when you realized, it was right for him to let you walk away.

Because at that moment, eyes meeting and bodies freezing in place, is when you realize you really don’t love him anymore. At least, not in the way you used to.

You walk up to him and wave your hand. Diluc remained still.

“Hey.” You say, smiling. “It’s been a while.” “It has.” Was all he could reply. His shoulders were tense, eyes blinking at a rapid pace. “How have you been?”

“All good. I’m actually preparing for a trip. I’m traveling to Inazuma and might not come back for a while…” You admit.

His eye widen.

“You’re leaving?”

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

The first few months of the breakup were horrible. He couldn’t accept it. You were gone, and he let it happen. 

He didn’t mean what he said. Did he? His head hurt. He doesn’t know what day it is, but all he knows is that it’s another day without you by his side.

Would all of this be different if he asked you to stay? To come back to him, to take back everything he said?

But in the heat of the moment, he knew he told the truth.

The past few months before the breakup were nothing but horrible fights. 

‘You’re ridiculous.’ he said. ‘And what, overreacting? You could’ve died out there, Diluc!’ You cried out. He sighed. ‘You know what I have to do for my job.’ ‘I know. But it doesn’t mean I’m okay with it.’

Memories like that played back in his mind, making him realize all you did was care for him.  His heart hurt at the thought of it. In one way or another, you did everything to show him you cared, and he only realized it too late.

His nights were sleepless but filled with silent sobs.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

“Yeah. Inazuma looked like a good place to go. I'll definitely miss everyone here.” You say, smiling.

You were smiling when he remained in pain. You were okay, and he wasn’t. The thought crushed Diluc. You, happy without him?

“Stay safe, then.” He replies, trying to gain back his composure. “I will.” 

“And Diluc,” You say before walking past him,

“Thank you. For everything. I wish you nothing but the best.”

You walked away this time on your own accord,

Leaving him back where you left him.

Or more like where he left you, this time in your place.

addtl.

He wrote you a letter. He couldn't take it. Even after a year, he didn't like the underlying emotions he felt after leaving everything unresolved.

You didn't respond.

He wanted to go to you; he needed to.

But with an unanswered letter just sitting on your table, left to collect nothing but dust,

He knew he couldn't.

END.

Notes:

So... how was it? I wrote this in a daze honestly I would write longer ones but I know if I did I wouldn't finish it so here's (to me at least) a short one.

Inbox is always open for suggestions and comments.

-Clara

[basketprutas]

Diluc for prompt “Don’t hurt me!” with angst to comfort plz.🥺🙏💦

; aaaand I got carried away again- hope you don't mind that it's longer than intended!

; 9/13/22

; cw: unintentional toxic behavior (diluc), argument, flinching and fear response (y/n)

; angst to fluff

You'd never seen him like this. Sure, Diluc was known for his deadpan and irritated expression, but never have you seen him this angry. Despite the seemingly neutral face he wore, you could see the way his jaw clenched and ruby eyes glowed a blood-red, the way his knuckles whitened from clenching so tight and the slight twitch to his left eye. At this point, neither of you knew how this started, but you didn't know how it'd end either. And frankly, the mere thought scared you.

"Di-" You stammered, quickly plastering a smile onto your trembling lips while unknowingly starting to back up, the way he slowly walked towards you felt like a horror movie, each footstep feeling like a punch to the gut. "Diluc, wait-"

He scoffed, glaring at you- no, through you. It was as if he couldn't even see you. "Do you know how tiring my life is? Truly, do you have even the faintest idea?"

"Please wai-"

"No, you don't. So what gives you the right to dictate my life?" He stepped closer, and you were panicking now. Your heart hammered within the confines of your chest, oh gods he was furious, your lip felt raw from the biting and trembling, you backed up to the wall and trembled at the realization of nowhere to run.

"I was just tryi-" Tears bubbled at your eyes. "I wanted to hel-"

"Well, you're not." He raised his hand and you instinctively cried out:

"DON'T HURT ME!" Diluc froze, hand in his hair and he stepped back at least five strides, watching with horrified eyes at the way you slid down the wall and sobbed. He felt sick at the sight, his hand glided from his hair to his mouth, where he tried to suppress his shock- he scared you. Reflecting back to the argument, Diluc was horrified at the realization of just how cruel he was.

"(Y/n) I-" He didn't even know what to say. He didn't have an excuse, he didn't even know how to apologize- there wasn't a word strong enough to express how he felt. Guilty? Disgusting? Vile? What the hell was wrong with him? Always hurting the ones he love- no, this isn't the time for self pity.

He swallowed back his own tears, slowly sinking to the floor in front of you. His heart sunk impossibly further at the sight of your still-trembling figure. "When you're ready, pl-" He inhaled sharply, resisting the urge to hold you in his arms and beg for forgiveness. "-please look at me."

Slowly, you opened your bleary eyes. He sat there, looking almost pathetic in the way his gaze remained trained to the floor and his head drooped. Arms outstretched and lip bitten between his teeth, Diluc sat in front of you looking like a kicked puppy. Admittedly, your heart still pounded in a frenzy, but part of you felt more at ease at the sight of his sheepish expression. Yeah, that's more like him.

He gasped when you suddenly lurched forward to toss your arms around his torso, head buried into the crook of his neck, and you ignored the light ache of your leg bent behind you. A moment passed, and then two, and then a tremor overtook your body once more. It wasn't you who quivered like a leaf this time, but him. his arms trembled around you as he held you tight and cried. He cried. Diluc Ragnvindr cried in your arms, you could hear the way he tried to stifle the sobs, and you could barely make out the pleading apologies.

"I'm so sorry, I never wanted to scare you, I just-" He still sounded angry, but at himself this time. "I'm sorry, you don't have to forgive me, but please know I would never hurt you." You looked over to him, shocked at the sight of his reddened, teary eyes. "Gods, I couldn't hurt you..." He muttered.

Truthfully, you needed some time. But you were confident he would wait as long as you needed, at that thought brought a small smile to your face. Without another word, you simply held him closer, too tired to think of something to say.

There were still things to say, boundaries to set, insecurities to work out, but that could wait. For now, you held him close and relished in the feeling of his own hands rubbing comforting circles into your back. Your voice cracked when you spoke, quiet and sleepy, he could barely catch your words; but when he did, he choked back a relieved sob.

"We're gonna be okay."

give me a genshin character, a prompt, specify platonic or romantic, and I'll write you a lil drabble! (closed)