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[jessamine-rose]

A donut with glaze frosting is served without a plate or tissue. The encounter is random, and the taste is dull compared to the other more successful goods in the bakery.

DOTT remembers every event and interaction as if he were reliving the moment. 

If he ever needs to recall something, DOTT only needs to access the file connected to the event, which happens automatically and is a similar effort to humans who need to breathe. Down to the details, everything he’s been through is stored somewhere in his mechanic body. Safe and deep within him.

Thus, when DOTT got the order to document his disparate life, he wondered why his creator hadn’t requested the return of the memory storage unit. In the end, after a few restless days of pondering over this question, it felt like a pointless thing to raise, given his unwillingness to contact the man (if he did, it’d felt like he was acknowledging his failed attempt to break free from his creator’s control). And so, DOTT writes in plain notebooks—if only to avoid deactivation. (Someday soon, he promises to disappear without a trace so he can taste true freedom. Until then, he needs time to figure out how to outsmart himself.)

The daily records start simple and repetitive. 

As a hybrid between a puppet and a machine, sleep is unrequired. DOTT will never be able to rest his body like a human does; he does not need food or rest; thus, he merely exists—and that is the only thing he can document at the beginning of his ‘life’. He observes the world instead of himself. He finds a muse in strangers and the fleeting conversations that pass by.

And then, he finds home—not the lab, but home. 

Despite not being human, he now had a bed, slept under the covers every night, and laid in silence until the sunlight touched his body. 

The same goes for things such as breakfast, lunch, or dinner. From research and basic observation, he watches others. He sees how people live their lives and mimics it in a way only a clone would. 

He starts to cook dishes from recipes in books and folders, he then finds himself stocking his small pantry and fridge, and slowly he finds himself getting more excited while doing it. DOTT does not need substance. Whenever he brings it past his lips and into his system he sort of absorbs it, but it’s more a bother than joy, energy, or purpose. But he likes to make it. There is something so satisfying about the separate ingredients that come together to create something new. He tries flavours, textures, and colours; until he remains with one problem. 

Where does all the food go?

The recipes slowly start to take over his life and he finds himself adding these otherwise useless and pointless creations to his notebook. In these entries, DOTT carefully describes the process, the result, and the effect it has on him. 

Things start to change. From merely existing to joy, he finds himself looking forward to the notebook and pen, writing his new cupcake recipe, the color bowtie he had chosen to wear that day, or the stranger who was willing to try his food and who had told him he should open a bakery…

He writes at which time he decided to make food. He writes at which time he finished and plated it. He writes at which time he sat down at the small table in his apartment above the bakery. And he writes at which time he finishes. 

To DOTT, things like these are ‘to be human’. 

If he can’t prove himself to his creator, he will prove himself to humanity. Even when no one is watching him, he will close his bakery; clean the tables; undress and change into pyjamas; move into the bed with static movements; sleep; wake up before sunrise; eat; connect with people; adjust; and evolve. 

Yet, the habits he forces upon himself do nothing in the end… It won’t make him more human, nor will it fulfil his original purpose.

After days and nights fighting against the facts, he remains exactly as he was—DOTT, a failure to everyone.

From dusk to dawn, DOTT stares at the wooden ceiling with the lights off.

[jessamine-rose]

Pierro:: *murdering a person in cold blood*

@beloved-brynn:: Omg his first murder :’>

I imagine that as the years pass, the murders become more frequent + varied due to Pierro’s growing desperation to see his beloved again~

Rip Shachath! Darling tho. It’s not like they can leave Pierro again, knowing what he will do to bring them back to him. Let’s just hope Darling doesn’t feel guilty for indirectly causing this :<

Hi! Asking ♻️🛠️ for your current WIP and any of your recent posts?

Ohhhh what interesting questions (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

Announcement time:: Pierro x Savior! Darling are included in Church AU!! So far, all I have is a rough outline and a scrapped original/ alternate version with its own ending. I’ll share it here~

Originally, Pierro’s darling is based on Shachath from American Horror Story, an Angel of Death who appears before dying humans to transport their souls to Heaven/ Hell. This role is quite significant in relation to Pierro's species in this AU, which hasn't been changed ^o^

The two have known each other for a long time. However, an argument causes Shachath! Darling to stop all contact with Pierro. During that time, Darling just focuses on their divine duties, though they notice that the other Angels of Death are becoming quite busy and…upset. They refuse to discuss it with Darling, though.

One day, Darling is sent to a specific human, which is odd since it's usually randomized. That is when they appear before the dying soul and make a horrifying realization.

This person was clearly murdered.

No, what’s scarier is the familiar figure standing over the body. It’s Pierro, who is overjoyed to have finally summoned his beloved after years of fruitless killings.

Tldr:: We could’ve had Serial Killer! Pierro for Church AU. Hopefully, the official version will be just as enjoyable for all of you ^^;

11. 🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Atm my only struggle is finding the time to continue Church AU. I’m still busy with other priorities so I hope you’ll all be patient ^^;

♡

Tagging some Pierro enjoyers in case they’re interested~ @beloved-brynn @leftdestiny-posts @mistymem0ryy @oofasleep

[jessamine-rose]

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+ ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Thank you for your questions, Rin╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

6. 💾 What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

Atm my WIP file names are church au, asteria backstory, bird au - crowttore, and Lilith (my name for Friend! Darling).

7. 🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

“Perhaps this choice will bring you sorrow, perhaps it will bring you mirth.”

12. ❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

Aww thank you!! Sending it back at you <3

[jessamine-rose]

Hi! Asking ♻️🛠️ for your current WIP and any of your recent posts?

Ohhhh what interesting questions (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

8. ♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

Announcement time:: Pierro x Savior! Darling are included in Church AU!! So far, all I have is a rough outline and a scrapped original/ alternate version with its own ending. I’ll share it here~

Originally, Pierro’s darling is based on Shachath from American Horror Story, an Angel of Death who appears before dying humans to transport their souls to Heaven/ Hell. This role is quite significant in relation to Pierro's species in this AU, which hasn't been changed ^o^

The two have known each other for a long time. However, an argument causes Shachath! Darling to stop all contact with Pierro. During that time, Darling just focuses on their divine duties, though they notice that the other Angels of Death are becoming quite busy and…upset. They refuse to discuss it with Darling, though.

One day, Darling is sent to a specific human, which is odd since it's usually randomized. That is when they appear before the dying soul and make a horrifying realization.

This person was clearly murdered.

No, what’s scarier is the familiar figure standing over the body. It’s Pierro, who is overjoyed to have finally summoned his beloved after years of fruitless killings.

Tldr:: We could’ve had Serial Killer! Pierro for Church AU. Hopefully, the official version will be just as enjoyable for all of you ^^;

11. 🛠 Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

Atm my only struggle is finding the time to continue Church AU. I’m still busy with other priorities so I hope you’ll all be patient ^^;

♡

Tagging some Pierro enjoyers in case they’re interested~ @beloved-brynn @leftdestiny-posts @mistymem0ryy @oofasleep

[jessamine-rose]

Arlecchino - Bottled Flames - Church AU/Yandere

turns out Arlecchino has "bottled flames" that she uses occasionally to purge one's memories about the house of the hearth (but can they be applied elsewhere?)  Also she's described as cursed and cannot show emotion for fear of her curse spreading (see her story archon quest) so will her displays of love for her darling change?  Can't wait to see it 

♡

Hi, dear. Here are my answers, and I hope you look forward to Priest! Arlecchino ( ◠‿◠ )

In Church AU, Arlecchino is a normal human so she isn’t affected by her curse. Atm I have no plans to include Bottled Flames in her story, but thank you for informing me of that lore >:3

[jessamine-rose]

An ask game for writers to procrastinate working on you WIP(s)

I am also procrastinating actually writing. If you’ve multiple works in progress you can give a different answer every time!

🦈Tell us the name of your/ one of your WIP(s)

🍄Decriscribe your wip/one of your wips in the format of “___ + ___ =___”  

🌍What tags or warnings will your / one of your wip(s) need if you intend to share it?

🧭An alternative title to your/ one of your WIP(s)?

⚠️Which wip your most likely to finish or update next?

💾What is your document of your wip/ a wip called? (not the stories actual title but what you’ve saved it as)

🖍Post Any sentence from your wip

♻️A scrapped idea for your current WIP

🤔What’s a story you’d love to write but haven’t even started yet?

🤡How many Wips are you actively working on?

🛠Is there a scene or anything in the WIP you are struggling with right now?

❤️Not a question, just a second kudos to send.

Enjoy!

[jessamine-rose]

Househusband Twst ♡ Diasomnia Husbands

The second part of the Househusband! Twst series is up!! Pls enjoy this humble offering of domestic Diasomnia ˳ *˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

♡ Housework is no challenge for Tsunotaro!! With his magic, he can easily enchant the mops, buckets, and brooms to go around the house and do the cleaning for him. He’s not familiar with modern home appliances so his househusband journey will begin with learning the basics. The day Malleus learned how to operate the ice cream maker, you had an ice cream party ٩(๑❛ᴗ❛๑)۶

♡ On the other hand, he is more hands-on with gardening. Your home will have a large rose garden which only grows bigger and prettier each year. Malleus will proudly bring your guests outside during house tours to show off the garden they find the roses much more welcoming than the gargoyle architecture

♡ Your bentos are always going to be high-class. Only the finest ingredients prepped with love for Malleus’s little beastie~ You once told him about how waitresses from certain establishments “cast a magic spell” on the food to make it extra yummy and now you wonder if Malleus took that seriously. Well, he definitely uses temperature magic so that your ice cream desserts remain nice and cold in your bento. Sometimes, you finish one of Malleus’s homemade ice cream bars to find Winner engraved on the popsicle stick. Lucky you!! :>

♡ In his free time, Malleus spends his time taking care of Gao Gao Dragon-kun. And maybe someday, he’ll be taking care of your fae children as well. Just imagine it!! Malleus carrying one or two little horned babies who like to follow him around as he works. You’ll come home to find a small party prepared for you, complete with hand-drawn invitations and a whole cake to be shared with your happy fae family (*´∇｀*)

♡ Later that night, Malleus will put your kids to sleep and withdraw to your  bedroom. You’ll spend an extra hour having late-night conversations until you finally fall asleep. Before he turns in for the night, Malleus will kiss your peaceful sleeping face and wish you a wonderful dream. You gave him a home and a family to take care of, and he’ll make sure that every day is like a fairytale for you╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

♡ Good luck with Lilia’s cooking.

♡ To save yourself from Lilia’s home-cooked meals, you have to set up a schedule of takeout dinners and date nights. Don’t worry, Lilia, it’s nothing—he deserves to take a break from the kitchen!! You’re grateful for family potluck dinners with Diasomnia because it means you get to eat edible food made by Malleus, Silver, and Sebek every once in a while. Sorry, Lilia :<

♡ Cooking aside, Lilia is one of the best househusbands out there!! He’s a great parent who can put your children to sleep with lullabies, a responsible cleaner who’ll sing and hum while doing housework, and an available representative for the neighborhood association meetings!! (Malleus is actually the one supposed to attend these meetings but the invitations never reach him ^^; )

♡ In his free time, Lilia likes to play video games and perform his role as the mysterious but friendly neighbor. He’ll give his sons Malleus, Silver, and Sebek advice on how to become the best househusbands, with some hilarious fake information mixed in, of course~

♡ Lilia’s favorite time of the day is when you come home from work. As soon as you open the front door, prepare yourself—you’ll never know which ceiling your spouse is hanging upside down from!! Lilia will drop down and greet you, giggling at your surprised face. Once that is over, he will be happy to indulge you and listen to your work stories. When you mention a funny memory or one of your achievements, Lilia will laugh and cheer with you. When you’re sad and tired after a bad day, your husband will be the one to console you. Human lives are so short but exciting, and Lilia wants you to live a long and happy life by his side <3

♡ Mornings are very important for Silver!! As soon as the alarm clocks start ringing, he gets out of bed to prepare your breakfast and bento while you continue sleeping. By the time you’re woken up by the second round of alarm clocks, Silver is already pouring freshly-brewed black coffee into the matching mugs you’d received as a wedding gift =w=

♡ Silver is a very sweet househusband. He’s determined to not let his sleepiness get in the way of his domestic chores, and you help him by calling his phone number from time to time while you’re at the office. Silver will wake up from his nap immediately, thank you for the wakeup call, and get back to work!!

♡ Most of his effort goes into cooking. Silver will buy a good electric pressure cooker and stay awake in the kitchen to ensure that all of your meals are cooked well. He isn’t familiar with many recipes, but he will learn how to cook a variety of delicious food to put a smile on your face. Just wait, the beef stew and mushroom risotto are only your newlywed meals!! He’ll master your favorite food soon :>

♡ He will ask Lilia for advice on how to take care of his spouse. Silver wants to give you an easy and comfortable life; and as a househusband, he can do that by completing all of the domestic chores so that you can rest once you return home. Sometimes, his animal friends even show up to provide company and assistance. Your househusband really works like a fairytale prince uwu

♡ Silver’s goal is to overcome his sleepiness so that you don’t need to worry about him anymore. But to be honest, you don’t mind coming home to find Silver napping on the sofa after a long day of housework. Your home will be clean; dinner will be ready soon; and your husband deserves to rest. He’s dreaming about you right now and he can’t wait to see you again once he wakes up (_ _).｡o♡

♡ You’ll never be late for work with a partner like Sebek!! Many may find it bothersome to be woken up by his loud voice but for you, it’s a fond morning routine. You can always detect the enthusiasm and alertness in his voice; it gives you the motivation needed to get ready for work every morning ٩(^‿^)۶

♡ Sebek always cooks big portions for you!! You need a lot of energy to survive each day at work, so savor and finish your three-tier bento!! Don’t worry, Lilia won’t trick him into cooking any “super effective high-nutrition meals” for you……most of the time. On the rare occasion that you are served one of Lilia’s recipes, Sebek is quick to bow and repent before you. For him to be so naïve that his own spouse is inconvenienced—he has failed the way of the househusband!! You have to physically stop him from finishing the rest of your food as self-punishment (　ﾟдﾟ)

♡ Sebek is good at housework, too. While he’s still perfecting his cleaning magic, everything can be done manually. Your laundry will always be spotless and no speck of dust is safe from your husband’s weapon broom!! Every day is a new battle for Sebek and he’ll accomplish each chore like his life depends on it. His honor as a househusband is on the line!! >:0

♡ Even when you’re at home, Sebek insists on doing everything for you. Are you trying to get something from the high shelves?? Sebek will get it for you!! Do you want to unwind with a post-work beverage?? Sebek will brew the best blend of tea suited for your needs!! Would you like to hear a bedtime story?? Sebek will read one to you!! If you praise him for his effort, your precious husband will treat you to one of his adorable grins (⌒▽⌒)

♡ Sebek is super proud of his job!! He’ll devote his life to improving yours, because he knows that you are also working hard to provide for your home. Marriage and domestic life are a whirlwind of challenges but the two of you can overcome everything as a couple. For now, you and Sebek can train yourselves to drink black coffee together!! ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ

♡

More domestic dorms coming soon!! Ignihyde is next. Thank you for reading <3

Heartslabyul ๑ Savanaclaw ๑ Octavinelle ๑ Scarabia ๑ Pomefiore ๑ Ignihyde ๑ Diasomnia

Tag a Diasomnia stan!! @tri3tri @r0setarts @wolken-himmel @lovee-infected @tsuisute @mobagehelllocal @sugoscurry @momochiiiiiiiiii​

[jessamine-rose]

You know what the anon option is for? (✿◠‿◠)

For shy people who are too scared to talk to their favourite blogs. (◡‿◡✿)

Not for you to act like a piece of shit. ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿

[jessamine-rose]

Rip “me” when “I” realize that Ayato picked up that new skill for the sole purpose of preserving a specific rose bouquet (｀・ω・´)

To Kamisato Ayato::

Hi, Ayato!! It's good to see you smiling today ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

Just now, Dan Heng told me that you've expressed a new interest in flower preservation. Is it for a specific flower?? And if you don't mind, can I pls see your handiwork?? :3

[jessamine-rose]

if i had a printer i would print those series of reblog tags of yours in the manner of a newspaper and read it every morning (both for the dramatic effect and for easy access to a shot of serotonin). but alas my temporary sanctuary is deprived of such machinery, so i just want to come by to express my gratitude in this silly message and a series of reminders: don't forget to eat, take a sippy of water, go stretch, and i hope your day is abundant of everything that is good and/or positive 🫶🏻

Aww thanks, Rin!! I’m happy that you enjoyed my incoherent ramblings about your husband~

[jessamine-rose]

how elegant

◇ characters ◇ zhongli

◇ tags ◇ a tad suggestive but nothing explicit, collaring(?)

◇ a/n ◇ i love chokers too much hhhhhhh

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

"dear, could you help me wear my necklace?"

your husband's eyebrows raise as he senses the slightly mischievous tone in your innocent-sounding request. but of course, being the ever-patient gentleman that he is, he merely chuckles and closes his book, placing it on your dinner table before standing to his full height and taking slow steps towards the bedroom, where your voice had come from.

"of course, my love," he answers as soon as he sees you sitting on your vanity. the twinkle in your eyes and the slight crook of your smile confirm his suspicion, but he decides to humor you by inching even closer until he's standing behind you, "what will you be wearing today?"

"just something i bought recently," you hum almost too nonchalantly, and he tilts his head slightly - he does not recall seeing you buying a new accessory, so it must mean you've bought it without him present. interesting. "here, put it on me tightly, okay?"

the request sounds strange at first, but he quickly realizes what you meant when you hand him the short necklace- no. he believes there's a specific term for this accessory.

his finger rubs against the soft silk, and he immediately recognizes the details on the pendant.

"this is... custom made?" he gulps, eyeing you curiously for a brief second before returning to admire the jewelry.

though the craftsmanship isn't the best in his experienced eyes, the motif of the pendant - a portion of the geo symbol lines - the stone sitting on its center - cor lapis cut into a diamond shape - and the small engraving on its back - that he nearly missed - spells his name, a telltale sign of a special object that would not have existed in the marketplace.

you giggle shyly, cheeks warming at the elation in his voice, "i hope so, cause i'd rather not have other people walking around with your name engraved on their accessory...."

he hums, before meeting your gaze through the mirror. blazing amber pierces your soul, and for a moment you're left breathless by the intensity of them. the other hand that isn't holding your choker comes to trail against your neck, and you shiver. though his touch is feather-light, the moment they splay against your skin, you had to hold back a shameless whimper from bubbling up your throat.

your hands tremble when you hold your hair away from your neck, unconsciously bending your head downwards so that he can see the clasp better. unbeknownst to you, the small action makes your lover's breath hitch, stirring wicked thoughts into his mind.

so obedient and vulnerable.

the silk feels smooth against your skin, and the material wraps around your neck snugly. tight enough to always remind you that it's there, but not digging and scratching against your skin, just how you liked it. it was, after all, made to match your preferences.

zhongli swiftly clasps the chains to a close, and instead of retreating, his hands come to settle upon your own, pulling them away from your hair, before proceeding to comb his fingers through the strands. you watch his reflection carefully, searching for some kind of sign in his eyes, but as always, his expression is as collected and impenetrable as ever. when he's satisfied with the state of your hair, the slender appendages come up to cup your jaw, his lips meeting the top of your head in a loving kiss. your cheeks burn.

your husband gives your neck another glance and nods in approval.

"what an elegant collar, darling. you have excellent taste."

© zhongrin | 2022 ◆ no repost. reblogs much appreciated. feel free to reach out to submit suggestions, feedback, comments, or if you just want to talk!

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[jessamine-rose]

look at me with love tears in your eyes

◇ characters ◇ zhongli

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, yandere, unhealthy & toxic relationship, dependency, dacryphilia, zhongli with a sadistic streak, overstimulation, dragon!li

◇ a/n ◇ my brain hatched this soft-but-sadistic yan!zhongli so excuse me while i just.... *dumps this idea to you*

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

zhongli loves it when you obediently listen to him, looking up with silent affection and all your attention. your ears focused on his smooth voice, your eyes reflecting his visage, your lips curling in a contented smile; all of your senses being filled with him, and only him.

zhongli loves it when you seek him out specifically for help. it can be the most mundane of tasks, like asking him to get an item stored in a place you can't reach. it could be a simple request like asking him to get some groceries (he'll sneakily put your favorite snacks in there too), or a complicated one like picking a set of clothes that suits you better (he thinks you look good in everything; because how could you not?). and he knows the silent requests, the unspoken plea of help when you gruffly complain into his chest as you tell him how you had the worst day in your life (it's okay. he'll make your day better. and he'll make sure that those who made it a bad day in the first place buried a thousand feet under the ground).

but zhongli loves it most when you cry.

there's just something about your tears. about the overflow of emotions in your eyes and the way they glisten against your skin.

zhongli loves it when you cry out of sadness. so vulnerable and pitiful, choked sobs and broken breaths. all broken and cracked, with him being the only string that holds you up from completely falling and shattering against dark concrete. all it takes is one push and you would be at his mercy. all it takes is a few comforting words and you'd nuzzle against him lovingly. he can make or break you and he knows it. you're quite lucky he has no desire to do the latter.

zhongli loves it when you cry out of joy. sometimes they're accompanied by a peal of wheezing laughter, other times they're a symphony of giggles and soft choked sobs. it's adorable. it's endearing. knowing that he made you so happy to the point of crying... love bleeds from his heart and covers his whole being and so who can blame him for smothering you in it?

zhongli loves it when you cry out of overstimulation. trembling hands trying to dig and push him away as he insists that you take more of him. more more more moremoremoremore. all your senses, all of your body and soul, all your heart - they belong to him and he'll make sure he takes a good care of you. so fall into this little heaven he creates for you and never try to look for your way out.

because when you make a deal with a drago̵̼͂n, there's no escape - not even in death.

©��zhongrin | 2023 ◆ no repost. reblogs much appreciated. feel free to reach out to submit suggestions, feedback, comments, or if you just want to talk!

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[jessamine-rose]

Losing his head a bit

he- hhksjfoskejfoabdjc lmaooooo zhongi bby you good?

brb i snorted so loud

we got another cryptid concept. you've met faceless ayato, now meet headless zhongli (the cursed thing is that it's headless but his earring and ponytail is just. there. floating.)

[jessamine-rose]

HOUSEHUSBAND ZHONGLI?? Ahhh I hope you don't mind me adding some sugar and spice~

♡ Zhongli looking simultaneously elegant and casual in his daily attire. His clothes are always neatly styled, his hair tied in a secure anime mom ponytail.....then there is his cute patterned apron purchased during a clothing sale xD

♡ Tea is officially a part of your diet. Zhongli likes to brew different flavors for you, always taking note of your reactions to see which variety is your favorite. When you're working from home, he will surprise you with a pot of calming tea and insist that you take a break.

♡ Once in a while, Zhongli will put extra effort into your meals and prepare extravagant delicacies from Liyue. It was impressive the first few times, up until you checked your grocery bills and scolded him to pay better attention to your budget.

♡ At one point, Zhongli hears about a certain domestic trope and begins greeting you with a gracefully-spoken "Would you like dinner? A bath? Or perhaps…me?" It's all in good humor up until he hears about another trope and welcomes you home in a hadaka apron—

.....Oh dear. Judging by your reaction, it seems the two of you will be eating dinner later~

I know you are into ceo zhongli

But consider

Sugar baby Zhongli, being always ready for you at your home, being a lil housewife as you pay back his debts

Modern or normal setting work, with normal being more funny, as the great and powerful Archon has to clean up the house and is being broke

with normal being more funny, as the great and powerful Archon has to clean up the house and is being broke

wdym this isn't our dynamic right now i'm the one running the teahouse i'm the one winning the bread bay beee-

i cannot choose. i literally cannot choose. i love me my hot, rich, and powerful ceo zhongli. the zhongli who wears sunglasses and drives a bmw and appears in his company's commercials because he's got both the looks, the brains, and skills. the sugar daddy who would buy you everything without question, who loves seeing you all dolled up as he takes you to a fancy-ass dinner in the most luxurious restaurant in the city.

but i also love me my hot, broke, and charismatic househusband zhongli. the zhongli who wears reading glasses and an apron and drives a family car, who goes to supermarkets and has to recheck his notes because he can't for his life remembers if three dollars for a carton of eggs are cheap or expensive. the sugar baby who smiles kindly upon you gifting him expensive watches and armanis for him to wear, who welcomes you home with a home-cooked meal and massages your tired body and helps you shower, dry your hair, all the way until you're snoozing peacefully on the bed.

i love them both. can i have them both....

[jessamine-rose]

non-transferable

◇ characters ◇ zhongli

◇ tags ◇ fluff, reader is depicted wearing lipstick but no specific pronouns are used

◇ a/n ◇ this is most definitely not written just because i bought a new lipstick what are you talking about-

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

“zhongli, zhongli, look!”

“yes, dear?”

you beam at your husband as he looks up from the array of tea leaves on the kitchen counter to give you his utmost attention. like an excited puppy, you bound over to his side and grins up at him before pointing towards your lips. his hand promptly settles onto your cheek lightly, amber eyes examining your face before they widen slightly in realization.

“a new lipstick?”

“mhm! does it look okay?”

“it looks perfect on you, darling.”

“thank you, but get this! it’s not just the normal lipstick!” you make a show of kissing the back of your palm and showing the clean skin afterward, “ta-da! it’s non-transferable, non-smudge, and waterproof! the merchant said it’s a new invention from sumeru!!”

zhongli nods sagely, an impressed look lighting up his expression before it falls into a solemn, thoughtful look. you catch onto his worry almost immediately and instinctively wiggle your pointer finger with a reassuring smile.

“oh, don’t worry! i’ve interrogated the seller about the ingredients, and she was, in fact, very knowledgeable about the process of the creation! i suppose everyone else had the same thought after hearing about such an invention, and they were also worried about toxic chemicals being used or if there were any side effects that developed in order to make such a thing possible, but rest assured, i’ve memorized everything and researched beforehand, so i can confidently say tha- mm?!”

both your body and your brain freeze when you feel your husband’s soft lips descend unto your pigmented ones. the surprise is soon taken by excitement as you dazedly grant him entry, head tilting to slot your lips better, arms instinctively pulling him closer just as one of his hand rest against your nape. he smells - and tastes - like tea; something with a sweet undertone to it, refreshing and light, you suspect it’s a new blend of his, considering the batches of tea leaves sitting on separate bowls on the counter you briefly saw as you walked in earlier. you wonder how long it would take for this one to brew, so it can achieve the ‘full flavor’, as your resident tea-fanatic husband always says. it would definitely be longer than the kiss you share - though when he pulls away it still leaves you breathless nonetheless.

eyes half-lidded, head pleasantly buzzing and dopamine swimming in your veins, you’re silent as the hand resting on your cheek shifts, his thumb sweeping the bottom of your lips towards the side.

a disappointed frown and a slight pout grace his handsome face, and you're tempted to laugh at the adorableness of it all.

“hmm. a shame. it truly does not smudge.”

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[jessamine-rose]

A Tasteless Cup [Yandere!Joker/Reader]

Prompt: After the destruction of your previous reality, you and Akira Kurusu landed in Teyvat. In an effort to stay afloat, Akira had set up a book café in Mondstadt alongside you. However, is this the true flavor of "Freedom"? [Dedicated to: Riley H. Goodheart, for the Alone Together event]

CW: yandere themes, dubious food, manipulation/controlling behavior, toxic relationship dynamic. P.S: Akira is aged up [20s] in this fic, happens after Persona 5.

To Akira, those he lets into his heart will become an intrinsic part of him. They are more than a trick of a card, more than a mask to mimic and steal for his own, more than a numbers game. Every bit of them is his soul. His relationships are the culmination of his being and, eventually, his raison d'etre. 

And Akira Kurusu had a hard time coping with losing these links. 

To others, relationships are no different from chains. The surrounding people are less a home and more like bars to a cage— a prison. And despite being somewhat of a Mr/Ms. Congeniality, you aren't as affected by the fact that neither of you can return to your respective world.

You are both empty. You have been handed a clean slate, an empty card, and an empty vision.

You are both "fools" again.      

"Bit too early in the morning to start a serious discussion…" Akira tiredly muttered, removing his glasses before rubbing his eyes.

But as long as the sun rises once more, does a rebirth truly matter?

Anyone would be remiss to disregard the sheer jadedness in his eyes and the slight breathlessness of his speech. Akira poured himself a cup. Normally served to others rather than his indulgence, you quietly noticed that his cup lacked sugar. The cafe owner drank and embraced its bitterness, unflinching. 

It's been three months since you both arrived in the world of Teyvat. Getting by as an Outlander proved difficult, and thankfully, Akira is kind towards you and a jack-of-all-trades. One might say he has "maxed out his stats." Charismatic, skilled, and bold, he has the makings for an entrepreneur with a pyro vision to boot. Unsurprisingly, he had become one of old Mond's eligible bachelors in a short time frame. 

So, by just the third week, he managed to persuade Master Ragnvindr with a solid pitch. The cafe you both sit in is a testament to your shared hard work. With his brew proficiency and your hobby of accumulating knowledge through books and art pieces, the cozy place had become a second home for individuals such as the local librarian and the Guild's investigator. 

But you'll always remember his words the night before he was invited into Duke Ragnvindr's study room.

"Akira, are you sure about this?" You muttered, tugging his sleeve. "Once you finalize it, you can't just..."

"Hmm? Why are you hesitating?" He tilted his chin up slightly, confused. "It's a good way to keep our finances afloat, right? Don't you want to keep collecting books and art supplies? I thought you said you wanted to have a small library someday."

"But, for you to work this much for it-"

"You matter to me. You are the only thing left binding me down here in Teyvat." He casually shot you down, but his light tone could not erase the heaviness of his words. "Besides..."

"Don't you like it when I make a hot cup and fresh pastries just for you?" 

That dream materialized into something called Cafe LeBlanc. Though he claims the name wasn't his but a charming, cranky old man's— you doubt anyone else can come up with that. But he sounded genuine enough. His unexplainable "silent" face can sometimes make him a hard read.

… This isn't one of those times. You know what's troubling him quite well. 

"Yeah…" you muttered. "Can't we save this conversation for the end of the day instead?"

Akira laughed. 

"Smart," he hummed humorlessly. 

"You know I get too tired to do anything at night except washing dishes and doing crosswords. It's not happening. We'll have this talk now."

Fair enough. Avoiding one's problems is a mindset you never advocated. You'd be a terrible hypocrite if you start now. "Alright, I'll hear you out."

You shifted from your seat, dragging it closer to the counter. Akira downed his cup on the other side, revealing no liquid gold in its bottom. His eyes were wide awake thanks to the caffeine, yet you couldn't even glance upward. 

"(Y/n), do you remember how I got this pyro vision?"

You blinked, unsure how he'd make the fact relevant. Still, you nodded.

A long time ago, you liked how open Akira was about himself. You can tell he had immense trust issues he had worked on fixing. Akira is a good man. Being wrongfully expelled and imprisoned at a young age must've done damages you can't quite comprehend fully. Sometimes, you wish you had the courage to be just as vulnerable, too.

He traced the outline of a pyro symbol on the table with his slender finger collecting not a single dust nor stain. Despite the warmth his vision may hold, it did not detract from the cold atmosphere you both had to face. With the angle you were viewing him, you can't help but notice his eyelashes. They're prettier than yours, you thought. If only his glare wasn't so pointed.

"When I arrived in this world, I was alone and confused. But you? You weren't. I saw your face— the face of someone who had nothing to lose to begin with."

Akira's gaze softened. He was right. You adapted to this new world so suspiciously well. 

"I couldn't tell whether you saw our situation as a positive or whether you thought this whole transfer to another reality was a cruel joke. But I had a feeling you were as horrified as I was. That you couldn't bear the thought of living alone. I think that you also had friends you cared for, but now, you will never be able to hear their voices again."

He breathed in shakily, his eyes heavy. Akira may seem like a silent person, no different from Duke Ragnvindr, but the time you spent together backs up what your instincts are testifying right this second.

There's one true thought in his mind.

After all his efforts.

After all that he has gone through so that you'll stay by his side.

What was it all for?

"So, when a Lawachurl wounded you in Windrise, I stepped in. I can't help but project myself onto you. I thought about how you must also have friends waiting– family waiting– whether it's a cat or a sister— I knew I just had to. I had to risk everything, even if you were just a stranger to me then." He clenched his fists. "And you were worth it. You were absolutely worth every risk. You were worth everything. I knew I had to survive, if not for myself, but to help you."

"Even without some sort of— card– or whatever— to indicate it, I knew our relationship was progressing. That our understanding of each other has reached such high ranks. I know we had become each other's most trusted confidant, so why? Listen, I value freedom too, but—"

He slammed his cup down— you jolted as you heard it chip slightly. It wasn't his intent to scare. Akira would never wish to frighten you. But he can't stop his emotions and movements from being brash and pointed. 

"... Why did you want to quit working with me?"

There it goes.

"Is it because I haven't spent much time with you lately? You know I've been busy with trying to invest in a better flat—"

The pace of his breathing was starting to quicken.

"Kurusu, it's not that…" You need to rationalize this with him. Fast.

"I-Is it because work has been too much? I told you we could hire someone if you feel too faint for the job. I care about your health— hell— maybe even more than you do—"

"Akira, listen to me—"

His futile attempt to maintain control was like an age-weakened thread. The fibers of his composure whittled away string by string, itching to snap entirely. Akira's jaw clenched. 

The manacle may not be anchoring his feet down as it did in the Velvet Room, but there's no denying that doubt is tugging and clawing at his neck. He knew that if he should continue, only strained words would come from his coffee-bitter lips. 

He rubbed his head against his shoulder. He had to have been wiping a tear away, trying to make it unnoticeable but failing.

"But why are you LEAVING m—"

"Behold, for this fine hour, you are not only graced with the presence of soft rays— you are also blessed by myself: Fischl, the Prinzessin der Verurteilung!"

"Mein Fräulein meant to say good morning to you both, Arsene and Sholmes."

... Akira chuckled a short and strained sound that could easily be missed by a weak ear.

As though a switch had been flipped, Akira's contorted expression turned back to his customer service smile. You trembled slightly. Perhaps it's a skill he mastered during his part-time worker years in high school, but he seemed a little too good at hiding such overwhelming frustrations— almost shape-shifting.

It's… 

Eerie.

He's smiling. It's his usual smile he has that has a calm allure and a hint of cockiness.

As if nothing happened five seconds ago.

"Ah, greetings, Your Highness!"

The guests were none other than some of the regulars, Amy and her bird familiar. This blonde, eye-patched girl is the only person in Little Mond who consistently makes Akira act dramatic. 

He bowed, not missing a beat of young Amy's theatrics. After spending so many years chatting with Yusuke, he's gotten used to bouncing back conversations of this nature. Akira enjoys the young investigator's company. He saw tiny bits of his friend in her.

"What shall we, humble servants, offer you this dawn? Will it be your usual order, or does our dear royal have something else in mind entirely? We will do our best to provide you with maximum entertainment! After all, this is your castle, Mein Fräulein."

You stiffened.

We.

He's not letting you go just yet. You caught a glimpse of his dark pupils, slightly moving to meet yours. Imploring you without words to act out of his best interest.

Akira Kurusu has always been a witty man, but there is no way there's no anger beneath that mask.

"Are you alright, Sholmes?" Oz asked.

For whatever reason, Akira persuaded Amy to call you both Arsene Lupin and Herlock Sholmes. The former was likely a nod to his first persona's name. His explanation for the latter was something along the lines of "you strike me as the type who always wants to search for your truth."

You blinked.

Right. You're his version of Sherlock Holmes.

Ha.

Even here, he gets to dictate everything about you.

"... Yes, Your Highness, to what do I owe the pleasure?" you said. The blonde girl smiled and tilted her head up pompously. 

"What other brew could I possibly order but the darkest taste that leaves any normal mortal to shrivel in imagination?" Amy shrugged, her eyebrow raised as though everyone knew what she babbled on with commendable sass. Her aviator companion thankfully cleared the air— albeit a little too blunt.

"Mein Fräulein desires a cinnamon ginger affogato with more sugar than last time, please. Two spoons for the poor Mein Fräulein."

"O-Oz!?!"

It's easily one of the least bitter cups on the menu. It consists of vanilla gelato, a tablespoon of espresso powder, cinnamon sticks, hazelnut liqueur, and bits of dried sunsettia. I can't say what would make anyone fear such a thing except for those with complications. Someone else shared the same sentiment.

You and Akira laughed in unison.

Your eyes widened in astonishment. That was in sync. You immediately looked away as Akira busied himself with Amy's order. It was awkward knowing that even with your efforts to cut things off, there was still some vague commonality between you two.

"... Say, your Highness?" Akira smiled softly. "Would it be alright for me to probe some of your most revered royal musings?"

...

...

... What is his play this time?

"You have my ears, dear subject."

"Suppose there is a princess who is facing an uphill battle. Furthermore, her valiant knight aspires to rescue her. However, the princess, for unknown reasons, declines his assistance. Is that..." He shut his eyes, laughing that strained chuckle once more. "... equittable?"

"Oh, most grievous indeed! A knight, who is obligated by the code of chivalry, shall always respond to the plea of his princess when she is in peril. His solemn obligation is to protect her honor and safeguard her from any danger!"

Akira looked at you.

His eyes were cold.

"But what if the princess doesn't want to be saved? What if she believes she can handle the situation herself, or maybe she thinks having assistance would make her weak?"

"Ah, but thou dost speak in riddles!" Amy scoffed, unamused. "A princess may exhibit abundant power and courage, yet it is the responsibility of her faithful knight to guarantee her safety, especially when she questions her own necessity. For what good is a knight's valor if not to serve and protect his liege?"

"Would you say her actions essentially strip him of his purpose?"

"Why, of course!" Amy replied with full conviction. "One would not require Oz if he lacks such a necessary trait! It is the basis of our trust– our relationship! A true knight's honor lies not in the glory of battle, but in his unwavering commitment to his princess, even in the face of her refusal."

You sucked in a deep breath.

Akira, you—!

"Speak frankly. Do these inquiries pertain to me?" Amy glared at him. Akira shook his head immediately, umping up his flamboyant voice inflections.

No.

It's about you.

It's always about you when it comes to him.

"Of course not!" Akira feigned worry. "It was for a novel I'm writing— to honor one's love."

… To honor one's "love".

Love? You froze. He calls this relationship love? It hadn't been that for the past few months! Love is meant to be like coming home to a comforting home— not a cold palace with your unfeeling statue at the heart of it all.  

You were hoping that your life would be dictated by what you want it to mean this time around. You hope to create your own purpose, your own identity. You hope to reject his titles—being his partner and his "Sholmes." 

But mostly, you sincerely hoped his words were untrue and did not allude to something as sinister and self-destructive as his love.

Besides, you already have a lover waiting for you to leave this mess behind.

You and he already have everything planned out. A rented flat, food, work— everything is set. The only box to tick off was leaving itself, and then you'll be in your lover's arms.

But you swore.

You swore you just saw him smirk.

"(Y/n), could you please lend me a hand? Can you pass the cinnamon sticks from the cupboard?"

Starting your day by serving Amy leads to serving a hundred more. You can't just stand up and leave whenever someone asks for your service. It's impossible to make the shortest comment about how you no longer work for LeBlanc, even more so when people beg for book recommendations. Being friendly is part of who you are. It can't be helped.

What made matters worse was that people were ordering seconds. Apparently, Akira must've adjusted all the recipes on the menu because whatever was added to those cups made it all the more divine. You knew his skills were perfection, but to think he could even exceed that...

In the end, despite multiple delays, Akira still got you right where he wanted you.

"Thank you. Please come again!" He escorted the final customer outside and flipped the closing sign himself.

Now, it was just the two of you left.

"... You must be tired." You offered, hoping he wouldn't catch on. "It's been a long day, why don't you take a rest—"

"Nice try." 

Well, it was worth a shot.

You stiffly waited for him to say something. Anything. But instead, he took a kettle off the icebox and heated the stove with his vision. 

"Back to my story, do you remember where we left off?"

The wisest thing to have down was biting your tongue or pretending not to know what he was talking about. Unfortunately, your answer was immediate.

"Something about how you got your vision?"

"Ah, yes, that." Akira laughed. "Say, I told you about how I used to be the leader of the Phantom Thieves when I was in High School, right?"

While waiting, Akira tapped his fingers against the table but stopped when he realized you were becoming distracted. Snapping out of it, you cleared your throat.

"You were stealing hearts in the Metaverse, yes, I recall..." You mumbled. Due to the sudden need to speak, you ended up unwittingly playing by his script again. "You manifested a Persona and used that to reform the heart of rotten adults."

You flinched slightly when his tea was starting to release thin smokes. It smelled too much like rust. Maybe he exhausted it too much today. The customers you had were double the amount. You had to commend his willpower for still managing exceed his usual sleep schedule.

"Isn't the kettle burning?"

"Trust me, it's not," he answered nonchalantly. "I remember when I told my story to you, you were mostly understanding of our actions. You didn't judge us. Rather, you told me that humanity is selfish and destructive."

"But back to how I got my vision," he finally turned the stove off. "I genuinely thought my most distinct trait was my appreciation for Freedom."

"Yet you got a pyro vision." You joked lightly.

He didn't laugh. Instead, he nodded.

"Strange, isn't it?" Akira tilted his head to look at you for a bit, before back at the hot cup he was pouring. It's the same liquid he's been adding the entire day. This must be the last of those ten pints. "Here, try it."

You slowly took it. It's still a bit too warm, so you continued talking.

"I thought about it, too. If we go by theories, it will make more sense if Barbatos blessed me instead. But with you here..." Akira laughed. "Pyro is definitely my element. I'm seeing a pattern with vision-wielders like me. Based on what I've seen so far, pyro users are often the most passionate. And passion can put a leash on freedom when need be."

You took a sip.

He put an elbow on the table and propped his chin on his palm.

"How is it?"

"It's... tasteless?" You blinked. 

You thought he must've added something grand to the cups today. Was it all just one big placebo effect?

"Makes it no different than regular water, huh?"

"Well, yeah, I guess?"

"I've actually been disposing of this the entire day, that's why the coffees looked darker. Diluting the original sample is hard work but worth it. Enough as a substitute for normal water in case we run out. Who knew you could empty 10 pints so quickly in a day..." 

"You. In case you run out." You sighed, finally addressing it. "Akira, I'm no longer your partner."

"So is he."

You both paused.

He returned the kettle to the ice box before unmasking its contents.

"You were near-fatally wounded once before. You tasted it in your mouth when I defended you from that Lawachurl-

"You should know by now that blood isn't supposed to be tasteless."

Riley H. Goodheart can now message Akira Kurusu

[jessamine-rose]

When The Cypress Tree Wilts [Yandere!Kamisato Ayato x Reader]

Prompt: Kamisato Ayato, the sole survivor of Teyvat, struggles to cope with grief. He finds solace in the company of a fellow survivor, (Y/n), on the Astral Express. Although the two came from different universes, with him being a fictional character on (Y/n)'s end, he had grown fond of them. Perhaps too fond for Mister Yang's liking. He has seen this story played out once already. [Dedicated to @jessamine-rose]

Content Tags: (light?) yandere themes, major character death, we ain't trusting getting roses again after this one boys

For twenty-seven years, the cypress tree stood alone. Its branches, exhibiting complete fortitude to withstand erosion, have been a home for many animals. A guardian of many and a home for herons. It's no stretch to say its artistic seriousness made the Cypress tree the Warden of the Forest. 

What happens, though, if the forest catches fire? What happens when everything it held dear—all the pillars ingrained in the firmest soil—is reduced to ashes in a single glance? When the forest's life-loving temperament disappears, just what is left of the guardian tree? 

There's only one answer: the Cypress loses its Inazuman function. Harmony, balance, and peace wither away from the tree's symbolism. All that's left is the alternative Enkanomiyan myth: cypress trees must only be planted as a mourning tradition. 

The Warden of Death...

Kamisato Ayato closed his eyes, making his umpteenth attempt to breathe steadily. 

He sat upright on one of the Astral Express's couches. It's been more than eight months since he had found himself as the sole survivor of his world. So far, everything that had been told to him had been unreal. 

Gone are the clan, his retainers, and his dearest sister. None were left as he watched their remains swept by the wind. Memories of Ayaka's burnt hair and cheeks crumbling refused to leave his every waking moment. He tried desperately to hold on, but the ashes kept slipping through his fingers until his family's white heron was reduced to a lifeless husk. Her feathers were plucked too soon.  

He cannot have her back. He cannot have his clan back. His world was forever unsalvageable.

That was his fate as the Remembrance's souvenir. He can carry the weight of survival while the memokeepers preserve Teyvat's memories.  

But at least he has someone in a similar position as himself. 

"Mister Yang," you called over the older man hushedly. Welt glanced at the mopping mess and knew just what you were hinting at. Better to alert someone who can assist him better.

"Are you alright, Mister Kamisato?" Welt asked, sitting beside Ayato. He passed his cane onto his other hand so he could pat his shoulder. Ayato only laughed stiffly. 

Thankfully, it's not an entirely hopeless cause. There was, at least, a silver lining to make up for it. No matter how dim the glimmer was, he at least had the Express's understanding. 

And yours as well. 

Ab███████, h█ed his pl█as.

"—to, you can still think this through!"

"Stand back, Himeko."

Just like him, you lost your world, too. You came from a fabric of existence wherein he was deemed fictional. A video game called "Genshin Impact", as you called it. You were terrified when you discovered your universe crumbled because of some time-travel paradox. But in spite of your enormous losses, curiosity triumphed over fear. You would prefer exploring the galaxy than thinking about how much work you still need to do for your college classes.

But today? You rest. After all, the express is landing in Penacony.

While Welt did his best to provide consolation, you handed them warm drinks. Ayato gave you a gentle nod. 

He gave it a quick sip. Unlike Himeko's, your brew was more tame. Not at all professionally made— it's everyday coffee— but that adds more to its appeal. Ayato politely wiped possible stains near his lips. You can't help but notice how his mole was placed below it. 

He's definitely a video game character, that's for sure. They don't make people this attractive in your old world. 

Just holding the coffee you made… feeling its warmth in his hands… It gave him strength to speak. 

Ayato sighed. "Apologies, I simply… will take longer to recover my mental composure. I am not usually this easy to rattle or ramble often. I deeply apologize for the trouble I caused the express thus far."  

"I do wonder if I had wronged the Gods. I committed plenty of misdeeds in the eyes of the Shogun, yet they were pardoned. But perhaps the Heavenly Principles…" He muttered, thinking he was inaudible. Half a year without his retainers and constant troubles had dulled his vigilance.

Welt shook his head. "Do not be harsh on yourself by culminating these harmful… ideals, Mister Kamisato."

"I agree." You said. "At any rate, you'll end up miserable for the entire month if you keep overthinking what that Silver Wolf said."

His mood had been visibly dampened since Silver Wolf's last visit. She claims that he was "destined for ruin based on Elio's script" and that it was better he knew about it now rather than later. 

Ayato looked away. "I suppose so… This wishful thinking brings me nothing but thoughts such as to save my one and only sister, with this pitiable strength— how can I recreate the past?"

Welt grew cold with mild horror. Then, he cleared his throat after a suspiciously long pause. 

The past Welt knows is not the past he wants a repeat of.

"Why focus on that when the future awaits you?" He said, but with how the older man refused to meet his lilac eyes, there must be more he won't let on. 

"Your reluctance… Does this have something to do with what the memokeeper previously stated?"

"...What Black Swan said?" You tilted your head. 

Welt sighed. "So many things must be runnin' around your head... I don't usually encourage drinking, but maybe you should have a few shots later."

"I shall consider it, but I must know now, Mister Yang." He looked at him. "What did she mean when she said I was an alternate version of your acquaintance, Otto Apocalypse?"

Welt coughed up his coffee. 

Re██y his angu█████ c███s.

"-to, don't do this. You can't bring ██████ back—"

“Your farcical tangents will distract me no more. Do not play parlor tricks with that cane of yours. My mind is sound, and my decision is final."

"..."

"..." 

"..." 

Ever since Ayato was dubbed as a new Nameless alongside you, he's been bombarded with both blunt and subliminal messages of his supposed "true" nature. One faction agrees he's an existence not meant to be trifled, while the other wants to cultivate him into a villain. 

You don't know much about that. Unlike whatever hero's journey he had been experiencing— you're detached from trouble. Your new life was spent writing, dressing up with March, eating with Stelle, and reading through Dan Heng's data banks about constellations and other aesthetically pleasing biological entries. You were a quiet existence. Black Swan remarked you're amicable for someone who cannot return to normalcy. You embrace change far better than others.

But you think that's because there's enough grieving for the Express to carry; they don't have room to acknowledge yours… 

"You're Kamisato Ayato, not Otto." You told him firmly. "Don't overthink what she said."

"It is not as if I do not know that, how—"

"No, there are no buts or howevers; that's final."

Ayato laughed softly, no longer tense. 

"Understood. I'm your Kamisato Ayato, right?" He tilted his head like a dog. 

"Yes, yes, you're our Ayato." You sighed. 

He's a lot cuter when relaxed. 

You shook your head. 

No, better not let this develop into something else. You don't want to have a crush on a guy that's essentially no different from a flatmate. 

Furthermore, you exclusively confide in him. You'd rather your relationship as each other's anchor remains the same in the future. After all, you're not the type to let everyone in the room know your baggage. So was Ayato, but... His trauma lends itself to the extremes.

While you were lost in thought, adorable footsteps strutted closer. 

Angry, adorable footsteps. 

"What are you guys doing drinking coffee?! The train is about to jump soon!!!"

Pompom huffed. They put their little paws on their hips, scoffing at you three. You apologized profusely, forgetting that your trip to Penacony was in ten minutes. 

"Sorry, Pompom." Welt sheepishly said. 

Ayato looked at Pompom earnestly. "So am I."

"Whatever, okay, but you better change later! You can't join a wedding wearing those clothes!!!"

You frowned. You were already dressed, though. You thought you already looked perfect for the evening. Maybe you should've tried harder... Perhaps you were too relaxed about this...

"Oh, but I'm sorry…" You told them, frowning.

Pompom shook their head, panicking. "Not you, (Y/n), you're always so harsh on yourself— you always know how to dress pretty. I'm talking about these two boys!"

They stared at each other before laughing awkwardly, provoking the conductor further. 

Pompom growled, grabbing the broom. 

"You know what?! Get off the sofa! Change! NOW!!!"

Abu████ce, stir this b███ft ████e, 

"WHY DID YOU HAVE TO KILL HIM?!? HE WAS LIKE A BROTHER TO US!!!"

Penacony weddings are too lively for Ayato's tastes. But much like shadows, nobody can evade the bright lights. 

He nearly tumbled when he saw you. By the looks of his pale face, the lively atmosphere had been draining him senseless. While he maintained his elegant demeanor when talking to Aventurine (and failing), you were refilling your cup at the food aisle. Once Ayato reached you, he desperately wanted to place his head on your shoulder. 

“Please… lend me… Five…”

You smiled and opened your arms.

"Don't speak, I got you."

He leaned on your shoulder.

The five seconds you assumed were startlingly morphing into five minutes. You can't feign as a warm statue for that long. While you worry about your willpower, Ayato sank deeper into his thoughts to meditate. 

From this angle, he looked like a resting cat.

"You okay, Ayato?"

"The SoulGlad, it's so…"

Ah, right. You figured he might've drunk.

"Not once had it been a passing thought that excessive alcohol and fire displays would be a common wedding practice. The culture shock is astounding." Ayato leered quietly. "Thankfully, I no longer care about putting on a social mask. I cannot stomach participating in copious amounts of… festivities."

You laughed. Is it bad you find his suffering entertaining? 

"Is it so different from how they conduct weddings in Inazuma?"

"Hard to say… The Clan may be focused on cultural ceremonies, but I purposely avoided weddings. It helps steer clear talks of arranged marriages. I can only name Chisato's as an exception on top of my head." Ayato placed a hand on his chin. 

He continued. "Extravagant weddings such as this had a decline for two years. The dismal lives of vision wielders immensely affected how much pyrotechnics were available. Any commonplace joy could be marked as vulgarity by the Shogun at any second... All those charges just for an insincere ceremony."

"I… See." You assumed the answer was a resounding no. "Sounds like you're against marriages of convenience."

Ayato pulled away, looking at you. 

"Not entirely. I understand why it's a necessary evil, given our politics." He said. "But I still firmly believe that when there's true love, nothing should stand in its way."

His eyes reveal that he's starting to sober up. In Penacony, it was probably a beneficial phenomenon. Might as well give away hangover relief if you market alcohol as the icon of your dreamscape. 

"(Y/n), this may sound peculiar, but I glimpsed at an apparel store nearby."

You nodded slightly. He knew you had an affinity for fashion. When you visited the Xianzhou Luofu, he mapped out stores that might interest you. Ayato likes the way you dress. Sometimes, he would even approach you for a consult. 

"And? What did you see? Did you take a picture?"

He groggily nodded and pulled out his phone. 

"Please, take a look."

…

You blinked, turning red. 

"Ayato, these are wedding dresses…"

"I do know that, yes, but don't you believe some of these would suit you? Oh— this one is a particular favorite of mine."

…

He said it so casually that you were beginning to doubt if you were insane. Do friends casually daydream about another friend in a wedding dress? Is that a norm for platonic relationships? You looked away and gently pushed his phone away. 

… You hate how you liked what he picked out.

And you know he noticed it, too. Cheeky bastard. 

"Let's hold that thought for now."

"May I ask why?" He tilted his head, slightly pouting. "I think a traditional white wedding dress would compliment you. Are you, perhaps, seeing flaws I have missed?"

"Y-You're really not getting it, huh…"

Whatever was troubling you, he wasn't about to dissect it. His thoughts were reduced to simplicity that evening, just down to you look gorgeous tonight. The two of you should extend your visit to Penacony for much longer. It is always night here… 

How unfair that you dressed so prettily; he wished it was for his eyes alone. The delicately lace-adorned pastel pink dress suits you well. It felt like a grave sin for him to keep staring at the delicate sapphire necklace resting atop your neck. Not to add, a few strands of your hair framed your face, and your hair was tastefully swept into a neat (h/c) bun. What completes the look is the strappy heels. 

When will it be your wedding, (Y/n)?

Your face contorted. "How drunk are you?"

Ayato smirked curtly and shrugged back to what March calls his "nobleman smile", gazing at you intently. You weren't sure if he was listening to you anymore. 

"Enough."

That was his reply, short and simple. 

As long as your eyes mirror his, it's enough for him. 

“LAAADDIEESSS AND GENTLEEEMEEENNN AND OTHER LIVING CREAAATURREEESSS!!!!”

A rather shrill voice shouted through a microphone. It's the wedding's host. From the volume, anyone can discern that it came from the event room. You placed your cup down. It's that time— noises from excited guests, lonesome people, in particular, were shared around. No one can miss their hands, which tremble with excitement. 

You jolted.

Shit, that's Sparkle. You promised Stelle and March that you four would take BFF pictures in the costume photo booth before the final farewells. Something about silly masks and hats. Miss it, and you're guaranteed to enter the next fight without a shield. Worse, you might wake up with a bat-shaped wound on your head. 

You grabbed Ayato and swerved past the crowd.

“(Y-(Y/n)?!”

Ayato's mind went blank. 

You voluntarily held his hand. Gloved hands. Still, he thanked March that she gave him a pair for the occasion. His hands were sweating, and his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. 

Public displays of affection are generally subdued in his old world. Handholding raises questions regarding those reared into nobility like he was. His upbringing was far from liberal, so he did his best to give his sister more freedom, yet he is not accustomed to this skinship.

He gripped your back weakly. Ayato can't stop staring at your determined expression. He gulped. Can you sense it? Are you secretly enjoying this? Do you know what you're doing? 

Can you feel your effect on him?

He's not just drunk. 

He might be hopelessly in love with you.

Ayato grew hotter by the second. His breath was stripping away bit by bit. This epiphany was consuming him. He's been trying to deny it for as long as possible, but how laughable is it to do so when he had often pictured himself in peaceful household situations beside you? Can such desires be kept in the shadows, much like his Shuumatsuban work?

He wants you.

Kamisato Ayato wants you as his sole partner.

Wherever you're taking him, he'll follow you to the end, down to the last seconds of this script.

"THE BRIDE IS ABOUT TO THROW THE BOUQUET!!!"

Many lonely guests packed together like penguins. When the bride spun the bouquet around her palm, their reactions ranged from hopeful and cheerful to downright competitive and miserable. They thought a few flowers would ensure marriage, which is a little absurd, but who are you to spoil their fun? Simply because they obstruct your path does not warrant your discreet resentment—

Ayato stopped, halting you as well in the process.

"Ngh…?!"

You looked back, and such an act almost felt as forbidden as Orpheus' most egregious mistake.

If there was a semblance of variety in those women's faces, they were unified in one fell swoop. Their faces soured when the bouquet was passed down to its next owner. Worse, the flowers sat so beautifully in his arms.

That's right. His.

Those red roses…

"AALLLLRIIIIGHTTT! IT SEEMS MISTER KAMISATO GOT IT!!!" Sparkle cheered on. She had a crooked smile on her face. It didn't ring as malicious; instead, she was conflicted before she donned a playful mask. "And sheesh, while holding (Y/n) 's hand too— CONGRATS TO THE SOON-TO-BE-S!!!"

Ah, damn it. Instead of this, you wish people had applauded when you presented your thesis. No matter how crestfallen some were, they were at least good sports. They clapped and teased; you even spotted Himeko raising you a glass at your shared table, laughing. Beside her, Welt did you the courtesy of reminding you that you're hands were linked together. You gawked, pulling away as though Ayato's hand burned. Immediately, he cleared his throat and looked away. 

To Ayato, this was the only sign he needed.

With enough time and effort, a leafless tree could still be saved, new birds could still migrate, and an abandoned forest could still be restored. Gradually, he was discovering a fresh cause for optimism instead of a substitute for the people he had lost. There he was, Kamisato Ayato, a hidden custodian of Inazuman traditions, with his feet rooted in a foreign land. Though not very stable, his groundwork keeps him on course.

If he could revive the Kamisato Clan on its brink, how can he not do the same for his life? It's just like what his late father said:

Fall down seven times, stand up eight.

As long as a hand still reaches out for him, he'll do anything to grasp it. 

Unfortunately for you, it was yours that held his so tightly.

Hence, whether you like it or not, amidst the guests' congratulatory remarks and the bride's laughs, he had made up his mind.

Ayato will pursue you until you wear the gown of his dreams. 

More people trailed behind Sparkle and the bride as they went down the stage and to Ayato. You made an effort to get in touch with him to return to your starting point. However, it was challenging, given the number of people around. To hear what bashful comments he said was an even taller order.

That was until the bride dragged her new husband towards you.

"Here, dearie, the garter!"

You blinked.

"What?"

"You know the tradition, bouquet, and garter— I know it ain't as exciting as a bouquet, but ya can't be a pair without it." The husband grinned. "C'mon, take it!"

Your eyes widened.

"Oh no, I couldn't possibly—"

"Aww, please, do you think we'll get in the way of love when we just got married?" The bride joked. Even though you don't know her well—you just know she's Stelle's friend—you didn't like how this sounded. "C'mon, take it! Don't make poor Mister Kamisato sad."

Did Ayato request this?

You looked back at him. He was smiling at his fellow guests.

He must've made a drunken joke.

"Alright, I'll have it." You'll be a team player, too.

Unbeknownst to you, Ayato's heart was brimming with joy as soon as you accepted it. You twisted the garter around your hand and tied it into a bracelet, and his eyes wrinkled. His face was beaming, and the guests warmly pointed out that it was definitely NOT the drink.

You laughed softly.

Maybe Stelle wouldn't get too angry after she sees these "loots".

Unfortunately, unlike the worlds you once immersed yourself in, your life was not a game. This second try was no exception.

There's a stark difference between the people he loves and himself, Ayato later found. The latter cannot sustain a better life for those he warded, while the former cannot attain the luxury of a peaceful death.

Readers would have gone crazy over how the author mercilessly punished and blamed the main character's dreams if his life had been a work of fiction. If it were genuinely one, he would venture to say that the systematic fate that everyone else was subjected to is the primary criticism.

His mother, his father, his sister, his clan.

And then you?

Ayato had already lost everything twice. 

There's no restraint left for him to hold on to. 

So…

"Mister Kamisato, please hear us out!" March begged, the shrill of her voice becoming hauntingly akin to a dull knife— repeatedly cutting through ears in prolonged agony. 

Ayato scoffed. His blue locks framed his face as he gazed down.

He's heard enough. 

Why shouldn't he challenge his fate?

Why shouldn't he challenge Elio's script?

"Whether I permit you or not, there won't be an intelligent word out of you." 

No other voice came to disparage him. This silence was loud. As if a voice was missing. Ayato looked at the ground.

He had almost forgotten he had used his former "brother" as a sacrifice. Silently, he thanked Dan Heng- or perhaps Dan Feng- for all that he had done for him and his "bride".

This act angered the rest. His temporary family brandished theirs in unison, with Stelle moving to the front. His response greatly saddened March. But Mister Yang? He was frozen. He didn't seem to move an inch. The older man looked deep into his lilac eyes. There must be more he won't let on. 

The past Welt knows is not the past he wants a repeat of.

But unfortunately, history is a vicious cycle— and it repeats itself.

He materialized his haran geppaku futsu, letting Dan Heng's blood drip while its azure glow shine bright. But what shone brighter was the cryogenic "coffin" behind him.

You may have lost your battle with this curse, but you have helped him not lose his. 

You were looking out at a night with a full moon in your last moments. The pitch-black moon seemed to loom life itself. As you strolled alone, every step wet your feet, but there's a persistent sense that you might have been staring at your reflection the entire time despite the void's lack of offerings.

It's always night in Penacony. You have heard that innumerable times. Night never sleeps. The chitchat never stops. The tango doesn't halt. But time stands still for you as the rest of the world rejoices. 

But Penacony was not your resting place. It was the Xianzhou. 

How unfortunate that you forget that in your last moments. Mara has a knack for erasing the memory of its victims. The only solace that your admirer gets is that your previous recollections are of him, of you, and of the bouquet and garter you received. 

At least before you closed your eyes, you thought of him. 

Ayato gazed at your mara-struck face once more.

Beauty is eternal. Despite the chill seeping into your bones, your clothes were nothing short of ethereal. A traditional white wedding dress, floor-length with a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt, would've been given more justice if the wearer was not frozen in time. The laces and beadwork detailing were reminiscent of sakura petals, with a sweetheart neckline and cap sleeves.

You're holding a bouquet of roses mixed with sakura...

Just like you, Kamisato Ayato always had a good eye for aesthetics. 

It's a shame the little life left in his eyes was wilting away.

It's a shame that this wedding never happened.

It's a shame you told him you needed more time to think.

It's a shame you're frozen in time.

However...

As long as a hand still reaches out for him, he'll do anything to grasp it. And Yaoshi has plenty to reach for.

With that, using the blood of the Vidyadhara he had slain, he summoned his new Aeon.

One that he does not particularly believe in. And if he had never placed his blind faith in the Shogun, he doubts he would do the same in Yaoshi.

So, Aeon of Abundance, with the former High Elder's blood on his hands...

Prove him wrong.

"Abundance, heed my pleas,

Repay my anguished cries.

Abundance, stir this bereft peace,

Awaken love from death's disguise."

Bring his soon-to-be Kamisato (Y/n) back to him.