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say yes, say yes alhaitham
syn. sweet, syrupy love songs were beginning to cloud your conscience, and you had begun to blindly picture the haitham with yourself. the two of you were best friends, maybe a push was all you needed. settings. modern!au, highschool!au, angst, unrequited love, gn! reader
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cloudy skies gloomed over the bus stop, as the humidity in the air around you grew. you were tapping away at your phone, feet lightly at rhythm on the pavement, heart drumming at your ribcage, and thumping droplets blistering the panel covers. sweet, sweet music rang through your ears, as you stood up to look for a familiar face.
the haitham was expected. the two of you spent a lot of time together and got on the same bus every day after school. not to mention the snacks he's pressured into bringing for you, his extra notes from your common lectures, and the plenty of kind gestures he'd show during the long bus ride. it would be coldhearted of you to not become dependent on his company. dependent. you loved having him sit next to you. it was easy to like him, an academically and socially intelligent individual. he always knew what to say: if there was an especially difficult class, he would be there on extra to tutor you; conflict with peers, and he'd suggest ways to get out of it. gloomy days seemed to always bloom rainbows when al haitham was around. tough daytimes at school were met with his afternoon praise, like a band-aid to a wound. you like him. you've liked him for some time now, and you often wish you hadn't. you've come to notice the way his demeanour softens around you, the things you once saw as routine are now burdened by your delusional, romantic fantasies. from the way his fingers lightly secure your shoulder, keeping you still from the bus's turbulence, while you've fallen asleep—to how he takes off his blazer to cover you on chilly days. each treasured memory replaying in your mind, in tune with the metronomic rain. today is the day. and as you lift your head from your reverie, lashes fanning out of scope, there he stands. paraíba tourmaline eyes, curved in a gentle smile, emerging from the shadow of his large umbrella. "what fills your head today?", his crisp voice delivers. 'you, you, you.' your inner-self taunted. it must be the rain, fogging up your vision and steaming your cheeks. your mouth opened to speak, "....i", then closed up again. the brows sitting atop your hiding eyes knitted softly together. he smiled at your dumbfoundedness and reciprocated your look of guilt, trying to understand what you could have possibly wanted to say. the sounds of omitting gas and wheels rushed afront your boots, with the sharp staccato of rain hurled against the solid exterior of the bus. the gust of air making your chilly feet all warm. sighing in some sort of inexplicable defeat and disappointment, you propped both hands on the bench about to stand up. al haitham noticed your mood, and lent you his lukewarm hands, with his umbrella already wide open. the diminishing heat of your hand melting into his. your scattered steps stuttering, as if you had learnt to walk only yesterday. hurriedly climbing to your seat. the bus ride was quiet, but not for you. you found it awfully difficult to hear anything other than your bloodrush. the rainwater outside pummeled like bullets onto the window glass. then as you peered over your shoulder, he was sitting there, perfectly; listening to something with his earbuds. he leaned slightly off the chair, fingers lightly rubbing and twirling at the strings. you enjoyed admiring him like this, where time seemed to still, and the proximity was just right. it was a fragile moment, so terribly hard to not interrupt, so aching to maintain. a wave of infatuation flooded over you again, lips parting while nothing left your lips other than silence. and just like that, it was his stop. you sat there, quietly, as he bade you bye and left the bus. maybe this was how things were best in the relationship you shared. but an annoying voice in the back of your head continued to chatter, 'now or never', 'you'll never know unless you take a chance', 'what if things go right?'. impulse is the devil. you seized your bag, nearly tripping while running for the door. the humidity in the air outside was dangerously high, and huge drops of water began to soak your dress shirt, as you treaded on the sidewalks. "haitham!" you yelled, lungs exasperated, standing there.
he turned, eyes widening with the realisation of you, and jogging towards you with his umbrella. a genuinely worried look painted his sharp features. taking ahold of your soaked arm, and shielding you from the tortuous rain. a dark warmth pulled you close, shortening that perfect distance you tried so hard to preserve. your breath hitching, lungs expanding, as tears almost fall from your eyes. scared and frustrated.
"i need to tell you something," you began.
"i knew there was something wrong today." he noted. yes, something severely wrong, you thought. feeling his amiable, concerning gaze scan all over you for a hint of what caused you to be in such abnormal distress. following, the rain, as if on command, came pouring down. hitting and ricocheting from the sides of his umbrella. a deep breath in, and out came a cry. "i like you, i like you a lot." in a big pout, you huffed it all out. the silence, replay. all your nerves are emptied of the tension and stress from milliseconds before, then filled again with awkwardness. you assumed neither of you was breathing. the answer lay obliviously in the silence. it was written all over his face, his nitted brows, eyes glancing in another direction as if concealing some rage. you understood, in his hesitation were his troubles, his struggles, and his conflict. a glimpse of red crept to the corner of his eyes, as now he was the one deprived of the right words. could you believe it? the smart haitham, at a deficit for diction. you stood there, studying his face, waiting, as the rain simmered. by the time his eyes reunited with yours, you had already known his response. orbs filled with sorrow and apology, you hated to see this so much, but you were glad you didn't have to keep it in your guts any longer. you didn't want to cause him trouble, none of the heart-aching problems he caused for you. your teeth bit down to your inner lip, as water dripped down your chin, eyes looking for enclosure once more. his cracking voice replied, "sorry, i can't". weight in your heart dropped to your guts and a sour feeling immersed your nose. you knew he wasn't the type to want a relationship, how silly of you to do this to yourself. looking down, attempting to hide your tears from his analyzing eyes. you nodded, rain still dripping from your hair. his hand raised, finding its grip on your shoulder, closing in, and letting go. his short-lived warmth on your hands, transferring his umbrella to you. he took the first step out, worry not waning from his attributes, walking, and taking several momentary glimpses back. clutching your elbow as you walked home, holding gently on the handpiece his black umbrella. walking through the puddles on the pavement. no tears would fall, just sharp inhales and exhales. shivering as you climbed up your doorsteps, as a familiar melody rang in your ears. "say yes, say yes."
only then, had you realised the rain had long stopped.
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sunnysanae · 1 year
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nagi seishiro
his annoying habits | fluff, gn!reader. some nagi hcs about his cutely pestering behaviours.
shidou ryusei
my turn for fun | suggestive, f!reader. let's get rid of this party, and rid of these clothes.
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i hope this isn’t too much to ask for :(
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shidou wasn’t someone who was bragging about the relationship with you so no one knew bout you two but when you two were at a party with some of your old classmates he noticed how your old friends were pointing at a guy across the room and were giggling while you were starting to get embarrassed. ofc your friends didn’t know shidou, your boyfriend, was right next to you and heard all of it. your friends offer to dance with you and you look at shidou while he just smirks and says „go ahead“ all chill. that’s when you knew something was up he was never so chill about something. he sees you and your friends walk over to the dude and you talk to him all blushing and cute and that’s when he gets enough of seeing you like this. he decided to take you away a soon as your friends leave and asks you about that guy, jealousy als possesiveness taking over him. he steals you away to the bathroom and decides to show you who you belong to and that that other boy would never get what he has rn. just then there’s a knock on the door and through the little window beside the door you see him. the other guy. he watches, eyes going wide as he realizes what’s happening and shidou just smirks and starts to give him a real show. talking about some let him watch and let’s show him what he’s missing out on and that guy doesn’t even decides to leave. he watches with a tent in his pants.
that’s when you realize you really love a crazy bitch <3
hi anon! i didn't include this on my page, but i'm actually not too comfortable writing mature content currently. however, i wrote something anyway, more suggestive than literal. honestly wish i was able to write this. here's the chap!
my turn for fun | ryusei shidou (16+, suggestive)
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sunnysanae · 1 year
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my turn for fun.
syn. it's a classmate reunion party, and your friends start annoying you about your bygone crush. the bad thing is that it's not him, ryusei shidou. (anon req) 🃏`、. minors please stay away. settings. 16+, gn!reader (written with fem!reader in mind), sexual themes. tw/cw. foul language, suggestive content, jealousy, possessive!shidou
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you sat uncomfortably in the plastic chair, adjusting the tiny clothes you mistakenly put on. sharing giggles with your much-missed classmates, as many of you recalled dated events from forever ago. the alcohol was working its way up to your cheeks, and your laughter only seemed to grow as the hours passed. leaning into the long table, your loose sleeve slipped, exposing your bare shoulder. from the seat across, shidou shot a quick glance over. a frown arising from between his furrowed eyebrows; as he adverted his feline irises away, seeding his chin in his palm. you were just having fun.
amidst the clamorous chatters, a voice piqued up from beside you. your friend had seated herself in the tight room around you, giggling with a witty sneer, as she moved in to whisper to your ear.
shidou monitored your gossip with interest, silently watching. watching as your friend pointed a finger at a male sitting in the distance, watching as your eyes travelled, watching as an indescribable look mixed with embarrassment or shock filled your face. the way your pretty face sullied in a red haze, while your classmates giggled at your reaction.
you were just having fun.
at least that's what shidou assured himself, watching as your classmates loomed their arms around yours, dragging you to the floor for a dance. their devious smirks and giggles littering his ears. upon the suffocation, he saw you mouth something to him, simultaneously pointing to the source of the music. 'can i go?' or something around those lines, he couldn't make out what you were saying, and he didn't exactly want to—the 'o' shape your plump lips pushed into pleasurefully distracting him from this disaster of a reunion party.
in return, he nodded, a leer curling the edges of his lips. the relief of his tension was shortlived, as you rose from the flimsy chair. thighs in the cool air, wait, what? thighs in the cool air? the fabric of your shorts had all bunched up in a tight knot. covering just enough to be safe, but exposing too much to be sound. if you'd turned around in time, you'd have spotted the dark shadow developing over your boyfriend's face. "go ahead." he whispered under his breath.
although you trusted his affirmation, stepping your way onto the dance floor, something didn't sit well with you. shidou wasn't usually this calm. the voice of your friend dusted your anxious worries aside, screaming in an excited tone, "wasn't he your crush back then?" pulling your shoulders to face the unfamiliar male. "yeah, name, you should totally go for it!" pushing and nudging you to his position, as you painstakingly attempted to explain you were taken. discomfiture spreading over you in the form of rosiness.
by this point, you're practically inches away from your, what, middle school crush? awkwardly engaging in small talk, as you writhingly tried to refrain from participating in the conversation.
all your persisting behaviours associated with escape happened to have hit the blind spot of your partner.
shidou's had enough of this 'just having fun' bullshit.
enough of your blushing and giggles in front of this unidentifiable man. frustration triggered through his nerves, the two of you were in a relationship. so, why did you seem flustered while chitchatting with this person? why did you start scratching the back of your neck, all shy and red-faced? and why did this man's eyes lay on you, your face, your shoulders, and your thighs? those were his, and he's made the terrible mistake of not writing his name all over you before this irksome party.
coarse hands brushing his blonde locks out of his face, as he makes his way to your location. bright pink eyes noticeably gloomier than typical. striding his way to engulf your hands in his, wrenchingly tugging you to exit with him. he needed to leave. with you. now. the way you tried to politely explain to the guy why you were leaving did not go unseen by shidou. yeah, he's had enough.
shutting the obnoxious music off with the bathroom walls, and shutting your misbehaving mouth up with his crashing lips. waiting to paint a blush that was his on your cute face. tensed arms pushing your legs right up against the bathroom door, centring his face between those thighs he oh-so-worshipped,
"you've had a lot of fun... now it's my turn."
he was the jester, so how could you leave him out of the fun?
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an. i'm not too comfortable nor skilled in writing nsfw works currently, but i hope this is alright anon! I'll consider a part 2 for the future.
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his annoying habits seishiro nagi
syn. so what's it like living with nagi? well, let me tell you a bit about the puzzling behaviours of this annoying little football genius i love so much. genre. character-specific scenarios, fluff, gn! reader. an. nagi is a koala, change my mind.
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¹ nagi does not let you out of bed!
the man absolutely suffocates you with his big build, straddling and entrapping you with all four limbs. he was definitely one of a kind in his laziness; if he could, nagi would probably prefer to do everything worth doing in a day on the bed. gaming, eating, and even football practice (?). whenever the boy catches you squiggling to the floor, he encloses you again with the sensation of his warm chest and cushy blankets. this was horrible for a busy person like you. i mean, how could you reject his quiet, dry voice when he pleads in your ear, all droopy-eyed, for you to stay?
² nagi likes to stick you to him.
likes to have your body draped over his as he's playing on his console, likes to have you cuddled to him as he stretches out on the sofa, and likes to have you by him under all circumstances. he was like slime, attaching himself to you wherever you went. nagi enjoys brushing his teeth next to you most, his pajamaed arm bestriding your waist, while neither of you wanted to be awake. sadly, he can't stick to you during practice, so he'll sit you on his seat where everyone, including him, can see you in his place.
³ nagi can eat forever if you keep feeding him.
you realised this in the most horrific way possible. one evening you made a terrific portion of rice pudding, and the footballer ate 32 bowls worth of the concoction. only to find the same man at midnight, face painted with a glow originating from the refrigerator. sometimes, nagi would even go out of his way to steal your food, like that time you left your opened yoghurt on the table while going to the restroom (womp womp). despite his cruel acts, he enjoyed laying on the couch, doing nothing, and sharing a cup of lemon tea with you.
⁴ nagi makes strange sounds when he's hungry.
it's a low grumble at first, then some odd squeaking, and after that, he practically starts yipping. in which, none of these sounds emerge from his digestive system.
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lilies of the valley part 5 : silent sonnets | kamisato ayato
syn. you came knocking on his door, like coal on a wintery day. upon the hiemal of his life that seemed to overcast a shadow forever, you appeared. after the tempest, came the cozy winds. treasures came to those who waited. cw/ tw. fluff. implicit female reader. themes of arranged marriage, SLIGHT themes of childhood trauma.
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5
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Stumbling backwards as your unsteady breath hitched at his abrupt voice. Gradually losing the little balance you had in the first place. The surface of your back was caved by the warmness of the Kamisato's chest in the dark space, as he secured you firmly by your wrist. Mumbling some short affirmations about being careful, he makes his way over to ignite the candles on the black walnut bedside table.
Small pebbles of water still dewed from his damp hair, the new light creating a signature on the contours of Ayato's features. A deep, silk robe coated his build, glimmering as he removed his blushed ankles from his slippers. Fair limbs accommodating to rest on the mattress, as his eyes moved to linger on you.
Recalling your oblivious regard, you began to explain your disposition, "I figured it would be alright to come to see you, Ayato." A shy smile garmented your face. He responded quickly, a fibbed look of sadness and despair on his face,
"Ah, and I assume that's the reason why on your recurrent visits, you've never even stepped foot into my study."
"Well yes," you began, mustering up an unclever excuse, "I wanted to spend more time with your sister, so I'd been paying my visits to the fair lady." Your face reddening with each word released from your lying mouth, you were a bad liar.
Seeing through your faulty disguise, Ayato remarked, "Oh? is that so?" Raising his body from the bedside, taking slow steps to your frozen stance on the woolly carpet, "Lady Name, are you planning on an engagement with my younger sister," he raised his voice in a teasing tone, positioning himself to face you, and a finger placed on your chin, "or are you anticipating an engagement with me?"
If these words came out of the mouth of any other being, a warning was to be given for the absolute grease and cringe. Though with his light chuckles, the speech was delivered in the most acceptable and kindest of ways.
It wasn't like the fact was unknown to the two of you, and it wasn't as if the topic hadn't been continuously brought up in the letters. Yet, Ayato's aide-memoire of the marriage had induced a vermillion to cover the face you made such an effort to occlude, as your eyes persisted to move to see his.
"You." A pout forms on your lips.
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The man gestured for you to join him on the edge of the bed, patting at the soft region beside him. Though your behaviours were quaint, the Kamisato was able to comprehend your body language—how your cheeks flamed, the way your voice stammered, your eyes repressing from his gaze, and most notably the way your fingers, contradictingly, naturally locked with his. You were comfortable around him, just as he was with you. Interactions and exchanges between the two of you felt innate and unforced, or in so he was convinced to believe.
Hands interlinked again, just as they were on that summery spring afternoon the two of you had shared in the garden. Breathing steadily, your eyes almost seemed to lid, your lean gravitating into his arms. It was silent again. Like most of the moments of your couplet. Comfortable, trusted silence. The beautiful kind of speechlessness neither of you wanted to interrupt. Dropping, almost in-synchronous, to the soft sheets of the bed, your hair and his tangling with each other, splayed out on the bed. A whisp of laughter spilt from your lips, and his low chuckles hummed in rhythm.
Ayato realised how much he was beginning to love this commotion, how much he longed for someone to be by his side; hands conjoined, sharing memoirs of gaiety with him. One of the rare moments where his worries and stress dissipated, it was a split second where he was encouraged to just let go. He gently brought his eyes shut, exhaling deeply and shakily...was it a good thing to be used to this company?
The temperate melody of a voice from your lips soothed him, as it always has, "..I know you've been through a lot 'yato," your head turning to examine his, "I can't fully understand the things you've experienced, " your hands tightening around his, "but I'll be with you now. I'm right here. " you say, patting the soft flesh of his palm while caressing his pale knuckles.
An even tenderer voice confiding him, as you inched close to his ear, "I'm here to stay." The contemplation of a thousand thoughts surrounding the recompensation of your sentiments all vanishes, as you set yourself free to adore him.
Watching as he flittered his prepossessing, periwinkle lashes wide open, revealing his indigo eyes once more; now bringing the air into his lungs at an adagio. The lord adjusted his face to confront yours, a newborn delicateness visible in them. His grip on your plush hands tautened to reciprocate the tempest of emotions inside his fragile heart. Ayato had invariably believed the gods and deities had abandoned him long ago, stripping away the commodities and individuals he cherished most. Now, he was beginning to feel suspicion for his unjust assumptions.
The gods had sent him a dear angel, to be by his side. To light and guard, to rule and guide. And he would accept his destined fate, you were his sacred gift.
"General Surname departed on a mission today, the silent night is never as peaceful as it seems" he pauses, wrapping his large hand around your cheek, "so why don't you stay the night?"
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Though the two of you were silent about the connection, the members of the house could already sense the relationship you held. Their hypothesis fully concluded to be true, as the maids found you, all snug and neatly tucked in the toasty cove of the bed belonging to the head of their clan.
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an. I am down bad.
tagging. @thetwinkims
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victor li a ring on yours, a ring on mine. angst. f!reader | syn. you return to lianyu after your years abroad.
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a ring on yours, a ring on mine. victor lee 李泽言, f!reader, angst
you sat on the sofa, admiring the ring adorning your finger, as the sales spoke to you about the brand's history. a blissful smile of excitement lathering over your lips, it wasn't every day you were 'getting married'. shifting the piece side to side to admire the emerald-cut diamond under different lightings. how the little jewels wrapping around your fingers identifed unbreaking love was beyond you. you've considered marriage before, perhaps just never with the right individuals. otherwise, another take, with the right individuals, at the wrong time.
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your admirable ex-lover was a busy man after all, and the two of you sought for different things in your relationship. victor was always wanting something tangibly official between the two of you, while you were always heading for business success—never ready for dedicating into his love. the sales assistant's voice dragged you back to reality, "it's brilliant, isn't it? one of a kind, 8.51 ct, rated flawless, and crafted over 2000 hours," lightly whispering to add, "one of the executive designer's cronies, a billionaire, sought after this one for his wife. he said it represented his love-at-first-sight perfectly, isn't that sweet?" she fawned over her little tabloid, reaching over to grab your hand and admire it with joy. you hummed in response, "what happened then, why didn't he take the ring?" "well, there's a lot of discussion around that one, we heard he found one that was even better. no one's sure if that's supposed to mean the girlfriend or the ring." she sighed. you were reminded by the plenty of rumours and gossip revolving victor after you left for an opportunity in France, the model girlfriends and the plutocrat daughters. was he in a relationship now? you wouldn't know, not like the information concerned you anyway. "i know you like this one quite a lot, I'll leave you to it. call me if you need anything, i'm right outside." your sales remarked, watching you deep in thought. gently closing the doors of the private salon. taking a sip from the peppermint tea on the side table, still entranced and bemused by the beauty of the diamonds a while longer; before finally deciding to take it for yourself. you'd accomplished so much success in the past couple of years, you deserved to treat yourself with some jewels. everything was only going to get better from here—you were back in lianyu, and back for good. with the ring still on your finger, you walked out of the en suite. "natalie?" you called, searching for her as you roamed the boutique. crashing into a broad, suited shoulder, sensating an odd familiarity. stumbling back with your hands raised in front of your chest, you stuttered, "i'm terribly sorry." only to have had your soft, apologetic gaze met with stern, slate orbs. the name slipped from your mouth, "victor". it wasn't difficult to observe the twitch of shock in his expression this time, unlike in the past when he'd concealed his every emotion from strangers. perhaps, he didn't think you were a stranger. your eyes scanned him, he seemed to be a bit bigger, and even more charming than you remembered it. victor rapidly blinked, adjusting his throat to respond. "congratulations." his firm voice nearly echoed. a look of confusion and bewilderment filled your eyes, swallowing again to utter out, "what?" "your ring," his eyes not adverting from the diamond band, "congratulations." you didn't feel like explaining to him your situation. "thank you," you blandly replied. it also seemed clear to you why he was in this kind of boutique in the first place, "you too, who's the lucky girl?" genuinely and kindly smiling at the man. whoever was to have him was indisputably lucky, victor was a considerate man with all the love a human could give. after all, he was finally able to find the right person to spend the rest of his life with. except it wasn't you, and yours will never be him. a ring now decorated your finger, and soon, a ring would decorate his.
| an. im thinking of writing a part two... maybe a fluff?
** for reference, the ring in this piece is "pure emotion" from Mouawad's love story collection. i was debating between a tear-drop, emerald, or square cut, but i think emerald cut just screams victor. also contemplated between "soul of harmony" and "pure emotion", the design of soh fits victor more, though i enjoyed the description of pure emotion <3.
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lily of the valley 4 : hide and seek | kamisato ayato
syn. learning more about ayato's duties causes you to distance yourself from him, only to discover he doesn't want your alienation at all. if you always came to the estate to visit him, why hasn't he seen you at all? cw/tw. fluff, themes of arranged marriage, implicit female reader
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5
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As your letters became less frequent, your appearances at the estate seemed to increase. The Kamisato, however, was not always free from his heavy duties and work. Prompting an environment for you to familiarize yourself with the others in the house, including Thoma and the maids.
Ayato always prepared new intricacies for you beforehand, placed neatly on the tea table where you had first met. And it was there you had made your first encounter with the lord's sister, Ayaka. During your afternoon visits, Ayaka would sometimes come to join you for tea, pleasuring you with her compliments and kind respects. The two of you had developed a liking for each other, growing up in a similar manner. With guardians sacrificing and upholding the stress, so the two of you could live a liberal, content childhood.
It was through Ayaka that you'd discovered a deeper insight into Ayato's vulnerability and his horrifically depressing past. The accumulating weight he had to constantly upraise on his shoulders was not to be understood by anyone. Ayaka often recalled brief moments from the earlier days, her brother always caring and guiding her as a parent. As the Yashiro Commissioner and the head of the Kamisato Clan, you decided the occupied man was better left unpestered by your visits.
Therefore, on every visit afterwards, you brought pendants and charms for Ayaka, sharing with her the most popular publications in Inazuma, and the fun things you would do at home. Heart set on staying in Ayaka's room or helping out with Thoma—anything to stay a distance from Ayato.
"Name, aren't you supposed to be here to see my brother?" Ayaka would bring up teasingly. She knew how much her elder anticipated seeing you.
"M'm. I like spending time with you more. Besides, Lord Kamisato has lots of work to look through, isn't that right?"
Sighing between her words, Ayaka spoke again. "Excuses, excuses, excuses. Name, if he needs to spend his hours on something, I would much rather it be you than those government officials." Her brother needed someone to be by his side, someone he could communicate and speak to, and someone who could help him.
Hands lifted up in defeat and defence, you explained, "fine, fine, if you say so. I'll go bat him an eye."
The Sun had already set, and the corridors of the estate were lit by nothing other than dim candles. Thankfully, you were able to run into Thoma along the way. "Do you happen to know where the lord is?" You asked.
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Thoma nodded with the basket of laundry in his hands, "Lord Kamisato should be in his chamber by this hour, I don't think he would mind you visiting him. I'll take you." A kind smile plastered on his features. After a series of turns and small stairs, you were met with two tall doors, visible strands light from the gap between them.
"Why, go in now Name, you can wait on the seats to the left." Thoma ushered, opening the door on an acute angle. You carefully stepped in the warm room, as Thoma closed the door behind you.
"My lord?" your voice echoed through the room, there was no sight of the man you were looking for. Dropping yourself on the loveseat, you decided to wait some longer. The Kamisato's bedroom was spacious and incredibly clean, though quite minimalistic—with a monotonous vibe. Charring wood from the fireplace warmed your knees on a chilly night, and you lightly tapped your toes in await. Some minutes later, your voice rose again, "Lord Kamisato?" By this point, you had ventured off to another wing of the ample room, more dull and unclear. "...Ayato?" worry filling your soft-spoken words. You tried to take a step back, bumping into the chest of someone. A familiar voice warming the ends of your ear. "I'm here."
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an. prepare yourselves for the next chapter, as I meditate some more..
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waking up to cyno fluff. gn! reader. short read 🤍
feverishly waking from your dream, eyes blinking as if not wanting to let go of the slumber land. legs skewed and spaghettied with the fluffy, white quilt; eyes focusing blankly on the ceiling. like usual, flailing your arms onto the headboard, while twisting your neck into tens of odd positions—your own version of a stretch. then with some sudden force, plopping yourself to face left.
grabbing a handful of the blanket to submerge your nose into. as you stared intently at his lidded lashes, fluttering alongside each breath he took, his pointy little nose, and his faintly parted lips. squealing as you buried yourself a bit further into the quilt, he was ardently lovable.
swimming over in the white sheets with your elbows, to place your head sideways on the boy's tanned chest. perhaps his ritual habit of sleeping shirtless was not so bad after all. immersed you were, consoled wholly in the experience. your fingers finding their destined position over the soft skin of his torso. as your ears pressed against his breastbone, willingly forfeiting yourself in the iambic rhythm of his unshared beat.
oh, how you wish you saw the awestricken expression painted on his face; when the position you 'fell asleep in' finally dawned in his mind. cyno's heart entering a sprinting fit—which you were able to recount purely and simply. fighting the scrupling tempest of his emotions, he adverted the weights of his hand to pat your head—which sat soundly nestled on his heart.
| an. what do you think cyno smells like? i think he would be a combination of amber, vanilla, musk, and maybe a little wood.
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their favourite kind of affection
scenario. the genshin boys and their favourite type of pda. includes. zhongli, ayato, cyno, tighnari, scaramouche, childe, thoma settings. fluff, modern!au, gn! reader
zhongli waist cupping
the ex-archon found peace of mind in wrapping his large, gloved hands around your hip. his slim fingers liberally draping off your hip bone, occasionally stressing to cusp the tender skin of your abdomen. you often wandered off in public, ending up lost and teary-eyed, his hand was there to prevent that. zhongli wanted to guide you to the places he's always promised he'll take you to, while showing everyone you were his.
ayato arm in arm
ayato enjoyed taking you on short promenades, to festive gatherings, and on cute picnic dates. having you interlink your arms with his elbows, feeling you lean on his bicep, embracing him; as the two of you paddle elbowing each other to your desired destination. the exchange of smiles and blossomed laughter enveloping the centimetres of distance between you. having you close in proximity assured his heart, knowing you'll be by his side, arm-in-arm, no matter what.
cyno neck nestling
burying himself in the warm cove of your neck, nuzzling his nose on the delicate, sensitive flesh of your nape. as his ears drooped down, their ends tickling your shoulders. humming casually, as his canine teeth occasionally grazed your collarbone. the adorable gesture emerged on lazy sunday mornings, as you leaned into the work on your desk, and as you stood over the stovetop cooking your favourite foods. cyno found safety and comfort in the home you shared, more so in you.
tighnari kisses
he was never planning on admitting to this. tighnari basked in the feathery, delicate kisses you peppered on his nose. plump, soft lips pressing gently-firm on his flaming skin. the sensation torched him. the careful fragility of your affectionate initiative was fully appreciated by the boy, as he negligently leaned into your caress. tingling and numbing to his nerves. work could wait just a little longer.
scaramouche handholding
on movie nights the two of you laid overlapping each other on the cosy couch, on chilly days as you sat together watching the first snowflakes swindle—cold fragile fingers tangled upon each other, while warmth spread from your palms to his. the pads of your digits tenderly rubbing against each other's knuckles and joints. kunikuzushi would obscure his hazy blush with his scarf, or plummet his heated face into the plush pillows. your loving touch was all he ever wanted and all he ever needed.
childe resting on your lap
sitting on the birchwood park bench, as he whimpered about being exhausted from the countable steps you took. unwillingly compromising to his coquettish behaviour, as he dragged you to the free seat on the grass. minutes passed, as he would adjust his body to rest his head in your lap. childe's eyes latched with an obliviously complacent smile. he just wanted to feel your fingers brush through his hair one more time.
thoma hugs
as you sat on his lap while he knitted, he loved being enveloped by your scent and touch. his arms riddling through yours, pressing his chin into your nuchal region. you didn't want to leave him alone during his late housekeeping hours, which explains how you ended up in this position, in front of the charring fireplace. thoma murmured in your ear sweet, calming stories, and he felt you drift off into dreamland on his shoulder. as your breathing became melodically steady, climbing and rolling down gentle hills of sleep, he wrapped you in a secure cuddle. his lips sweeping your ears.
an. hmm thinking maybe i'll write a version of this for my genshin girls as well 🤐. also, can any of you imagine kissing tighnari's ears???!?KLDSM<A. i am having a sweet tooth for fluff, apologies if it has overwhelmed anyone.
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sunnysanae · 1 year
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btw ‘al’ isn’t a proper nickname for Al-Haitham, it’s supposed to stand for ‘the’ 😭 just thought u should know for future reference lololol
thank you anon! I did not know this, I'll probably go back to edit it. 😭 he deserves a good nickname, but I'm at a loss of brain :(
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how the genshin boys are as seatmates 2 (and their first interactions with you)
settings. modern!au, highschool!au. gn!reader (majority), fluff scenario. school was a boring place to be, but your seatmate definitely made time pass a lot quicker. *.、xiao, kaeya, al haitham
part 1 : zhongli, childe, thoma, diluc, itto, scaramouche, ayato
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xiao even though the two of you sat elbow-to-elbow, the boy rarely made out any words with you. xiao was a quiet, focused student that didn't like to be distracted during his work. when group assignments were arranged, he was the usually one to request the task's solo completion. upon all the discouragement, you often bothered him with your curious interrogations. unforeseen to most, he would almost always immediately respond. even if the answers to your questions echoed around the same note: a concoction of "boring"'s, "foolish"'s and other remarks of his feigned disinterest. on a couple of select days every week, the boy who plopped into the chair beside you would be ever so slightly more agitated than normal. when he rests on his palm to type on his laptop, you could clearly mark the scratches and scrapes on his arms—peaking out from the cuffs of his sleeves—not to mention the concealed tattoo massing over his forelimb. today's lesson prolonged queerly longer than usual, while you seemed to wander off in your thoughts, eyes glued to the haemorrhaging markings stained on the teen's forearm. violence was banned on the campus, and as the student council safety rep, you were concerned for how the boy could have possibly gotten injured.
xiao's firm, stern voice dragged you back from your headspace. "what're you staring at?" he quirked his brow up in inquiry. out of total shock and embarrassment, you respond instinctively, grabbing a band-aid from the packet in your backpack. intuition told you despite the boy's difficult character, and conceivable annoyance of your company—he deserved some care. ushering the boy to stay still, as you concentratedly pressed your fingers to tape his tears and rips. before he was able to muster a thanks, the bell rang, and you escaped from his sight yet again. 'just some unbothersome blemishes, no need of such a big fuss', he murmured, face red as he leaned against the fence, cautiously ripping off the multicoloured bandages from his skin. you'd left your etch on his heart, one that he wasn't able to just rub off.
it was rare to come across individuals as kind and ardent as you, and even rarer for them to be quite so incomprehensibly caring to everyone. so maybe this time, he won't choose to work alone on the assignment due next week.
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kaeya a walking magnet is what you'd use to describe the man beside you, in looks, and in personality. easy-going and light-hearted in his speech, and able to start a conversation with just about anyone. people needed a kaeya, someone who would listen to their blabber, someone who would keep their secrets, and was interested in what they were up to. you loved sitting next to him, sharing with him your heart's deepest riddles, and sniffing in big whiffs of his oud-wood scent. programmatically laying short glimpses at his unveiled, azurite eye. as a student, you discovered he was the type that seemed to care the least about the scores, while secretly achieving the best. you'd sometimes spot him dozing off in class after lunch, gently tugging on his soft hair to wake him. groggily stretching his tanned arms, phasing out a huge yawn, rubbing the spot on his affrayed scalp. "don't y'know the importance of resting, name?" he mumbled, burying his nose into his unbuttoned white sleeves. "hm, maybe i do, kaeya" you nodded, ducking your face into your arms in coherence. but recently, you've been finding yourself at a loss of knowledge for him. while kaeya was always able to make you laugh, remembered all the most petite details about you, and knew every little bad habit of yours. you were such a horrible friend, to have not acquired knowledge of a single attribute of his, over the many months you had spent next to each other.
before your last lesson with the prussian-blue alberich, you went around in circles inquiring people what they knew about him. no one was able to recall their acquaintances vividly, other than his appearance at parties, and jolly content-less communication. a thunder of pseudo-realisation had stricken your mind, 'kaeya was a truly lonely man who spent his school life on socializing and networking. yet, all he was left with was a blurry memory in some randomer's head'. by the time you had sat in the chair neighbouring his, guilt filled you. you blurted out, "kaeya, i'm thinking we should talk more. you're always listening to me talk, and maybe this time i could be the one listening to you," voice decrescendoing with every note. pausing to take a deep breath, confidently pitching up your voice, "kaeya, do you feel lonely?"
a burst of blissful, genuine laughter escaped his lips, "lonely? me? not with someone here nagging me all the time, that's for sure."
he smiled to himself. not everyone made the effort to understand him, and not everyone was going to get that privilege. maybe you could be an exception.
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al haitham research paper genius, the instructor would always showcase his works as examples. the gray-haired man never batted an eye at the professor's prattle, preferring to plunge into his own, self-taught, studies. al haitham expressed himself in short, curt statements; favouring silence over chatter. however, whenever you found yourself desolate in the understanding of new practicals and experiments, the man next to you was always able to go out of his way to be of your aid. honestly, you felt more educated by al haitham than the teacher—he would likely agree.
it was the week before exams, and all your learning for the year was to be revisited. it was the busiest, and most chatter-filled week of the year for al haitham. "haitham, what was the big glass thing called again?" a funny, incomprehensible expression enveloped his features. there was no way he could have understood your silly, irreconcilable description with any piece of lab apparatus. in turn, he leaned over to your desk to observe the tool in query; his turquoise highlights swaying downwards to the left. "I've told you this before, name." he disappointedly said, eyes fluttering closed, sighing between syllables. "tell me again" twitting at him, poking him with your eraser loosely in your hands. "tell me again, al-oh-so-smart-clever-intelligent-haitham. the things you tell me? i remember them three times more clearly!" glittery praise drooling from your lips. he giggled inconceivably at your sarcastic commendations, "b-u-r-e-t-t-e. burette. you got it this time?"
upon his unapproachable facade and untalkative demeanour, he found patience and merriment in assisting those who yearned to learn. he didn't mind your perpetual persistence, because he knew this was your worst subject. in you, he found a glister of himself—inquisitive and attracted by knowledge. though you were more—brave and unafraid of making and admitting to mistakes. al haitham had become accustomed to your presence in his work, your chatter was the only exception he was uncoerced to make.
knowledge came to those who fought for it, truth came to those who merited it, and al haitham? he came those who were like you.
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an. i have a clearly observable trope of being the exception. sending my love to these three adorable boys.
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how the genshin boys are as seatmates (and how they respond to you asking for their help)
settings. modern!au, school!au. gn!reader (majority), fluff scenario. school was a boring place to be, but your seatmate definitely made time pass a lot quicker. *.、zhongli, childe, thoma, diluc, itto, scaramouche, ayato
part 2: xiao, kaeya, al haitham
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zhongli
he was only the best student in your year, actively participating in class, interested in everything the teacher spoke about, always submitting before the deadline, and achieving above and beyond for just about everything. he was your role model, advocating the healthy student lifestyle.
sitting next to zhongli was a gift, having been able to communicate with the kind and generous himself, and also pleasure your eyes with the sight of him his notes. the boy would carefully listen to your disastrous inquiries about various subjects, reasoning with you why you would be wrong without rush. therefore, when you asked him for help on the lab report you were writing for chemistry, you knew he would unconditionally agree.
"zhongli, look, potassium iodine kinda has your eye colour," you said.
"there was no displacement reaction," he responded, he was unable to say the same for his heart.
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childe
total buggery, from the moment you set foot in the classroom until the first step into the hallway, your ears would be filled by the sounds of childe beside you. before encountering his true nature, you believed the popular man was a kind, reserved individual. all your fantasies were shattered after the ice between you broke. the star you once looked up upon in praise had now bugged you in the notable amount of classes you shared. "name!" he'd whisper a shout for the fourth time, "there's a deal at the café by the corner today, wanna go together?" although talkative, he was a kind being, patroling you to your classes and keeping you updated on the news. "no." you tutted, digging your fingerpads into your roots; dumbfounded by the glyphs called 'maths' printed on the white sheet. thought entangled you a while longer, your confusion unsolved up till the answers were to be self-marked. by the end of it, a blinding red ink printed 3 checkmarks and 7 crosses. earning you a big, bright chuckle from the spectating childe. pointing his slender finger to one of your many incorrect answers, cupboarding over the desk to engulf the flimsy page in his shadow. "that's where you're supposed to do separation of variables," he taunts, if only he wasn't so clever. lips curving into a huge smile, he continued, "go to the café with me and maybe i'll consider lending you some more help." childe had his way with things, he knew in the end you would always comply. today he was going to get that couple's special deal no matter what; and you were in for an epic lesson on integration.
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thoma
you always left your home with a half-filled stomach, awaiting for your seatmate to bring you the soft bread and juice. thoma always brought you fine delicacies on the early schoolday mornings, caring for you like a mother hen. "thoma what would i do without you?" you questioned rhetorically. at first acquaintance, you had forgotten to bring a pencil and the kind boy just so happened to have one. little by little you familiarized with the blonde boy in your fine arts course, him showing you pictures of adorable crochet sweaters on his phone, and lending you some more pencils. as if your life became dependent on his, you sat next to him every lesson, chatting about your hobbies and the fun stuff happening around you. time passed quickly when he was around, and you anticipated going to school from the thought of soft bread. yet today, you found yourself sick in bed, a cold paralyzing your body. sneezes boring you with their love, and fever beginning to kiss up your toes. the clock on your wall read 2 o'clock, thoma would be in fine arts right now you thought. grabbing your phone from the bedside table to text him, "what did i miss tdy? can you send me the stuff from class?" a couple minutes passed and a long awaited ring finally popped up, "you missed me. now send me your address." you burst into laughter, muted by the stuff in your nose, replying with your location. by the time the sun had set, a thoma had arrived at your door. "i sent you the homework details," he started, "but i wanted to check up on you." he stood on your carpet with some gift in his hands. walking in with you to the couch and handing you your favourite vanilla latte. guiding you through the grading criteria once more, until he took his leave when hearing your first yawn. the next morning you curiously peeped at the things he brought you. a hand made 'get-well-soon' letter, a pair of neat white mittens, and your favourite soft bread. sighing as you clothed your chilled hands with the soft mittens, "what would i do without you."
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diluc
intimidating was his presence. your homeroom seatmate simply sat, and eyes would linger from all over the room on his existence. his shirt always buttoned to the very top, and his fluffy, vermillion locks tied loosely. diluc was a charming and responsible student, handing in assignments on time and working when told. not many people dared to approach him, his temperament and classiness halting many in their tracks.
after school, you and diluc were both members of the school's fencing club. through your time together, you noticed it was impossible to not stare at the boy. his movement was swift, each stir calculated and with force, concentration radiating from behind the mask. a rare sight caught your eye during fencing practice, the ragnvindr's hair loose and plopped on his back, while the setting sun dyed his locks an even more illuminating shade of cherry. his digits moving swiftly to tie them back up. you urged your hand to cover your dropping jaw, at the sight of the light linen of sweat vasting his neck. your many approaches to diluc failed; your deeply considered jokes no longer funny, your hysterical laughs no longer infectious. the lack of response from him bothered you slightly, occupying your mind mid-combat; as a sore strain creased your wrist bone, the ache loosening your grip on the foil.
spending the next couple of days recovering from the injury, you were able to perform most tasks with a bit of effort. something painfully difficult bothered you, tying hair. tugging carefully on the redhead's sleeve, you piped, "diluc, could you tie my hair for me?" not forgetting to signal to your strained wrist. the boy paused to look at your expression for some brief moments, before pushing your shoulders around with his large hands, making you face the wall. "sure", he said daintily, moving his hands through your soft hair.
a blush, virtually red as his hair loomed to his cheeks.
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itto
focusing in biology was impossible with the constant drumming emanating from the being beside you. itto was a horrible person to be around—not because he would be caught sleeping in the middle of class, getting in trouble due to the obnoxious clicking from his pen and repetitive assault on your chair every two seconds—but rather the fact that you were so easily distracted by him. wandering off to seek your own nasty methods of revenge on the goofster.
itto would fling the dead carcass of a frog, or the renal cortex of a pig in your face in the middle of dissections; face morphing into a brainless, foolish expression while snickering his ass off. the worst part being: he was actually better at biology than you.
so when you asked him for help with the new practical assignment, he would relinquish a devious sneer, announcing his laughter to everyone. proceeding to give you that annoying bright shine of teeth and curved lips. "ooh really? the wonderful, amazing name is beggin' for my help on this easy-peasy project?" he whines, deserving a punch for every drop of sarcasm in that sentence. never the less staying a while longer to help you after class, patiently explaining his messy, unreadable notes to you. teasing you badly for when you made a mistake, but then telling you jokes and making silly faces to make you feel better.
he was never gonna have enough of your smile.
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scaramouche
the young genius at your elbow in english didn't utter much, you heard he skipped a year in his studies due to his excellent memory. rumour has it, he transferred from the sister academy, not because of his outstanding academics but instead his involvement with an illicit gang. the boy was never disturbed by these murmurs, nor did he stand up to defend himself, he didn't speak unnecessarily. therefore the theory remained as rumour, not fact, since you didn't stand by it. occasionally, your eraser would drop or you'd bump into his elbow. the indigo boy seemed to shudder away in response, revulsing from the contact. giving off the vibe of, "don't touch me, low intellect is contagious." you respected the imaginary line dividing the table in two, up until now. a want to bother him about how his mesmerising penmanship arose in you, having always overlooked your shoulder to find the boy beautifully handwriting long essays. propping your arms a little so you could nudge over in his direction. kunikuzushi shielded himself from you as reflex. though today you were determined to face him. buffering a confidence in yourself, you spoke, "kind kuni, please tell me your ways of handwriting." he jolted, face tomato flushed, and turned to face you: spitting a rebuttal your way, "...h.hey! who said you could call me that?" loud enough for those situated around you to hear. the embarrassed boy then curled himself into a ball, entirely ignorant of your question. how did you find yourself, then, in this position? the red balloon next to you holding in his breath and puffing his cheeks to show you his writing shrokes. a shy boy mumbling knifing insults to you as you fail to replicate the letters on his paper. "what an idiot," he speaks indistinctly, a smug look creeping up his pretty face, as he places his fevered hand around yours in excuse to wield the pen in your hand.
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ayato
ayato was that one student who always prepared two sharpened hb pencils in his wrinkle-less, fully clear plastic bag when it was time for exams. not a single crease could be uncovered on his neatly binded papers; and not a single loose worksheet was to be found in his bag. ayato made notes efficiently with effort, and seemed to always have an answer prepared for the teacher's questions. ayato sits the seat beside you in history. to mention you were absolutely lost in the piles and piles of memorization work was an understatement. a credible, reliable source sat right next to you, but you were shunned to even tap on his shoulder. the perfect, blue-haired boy didn't appear to like socializing with others outside his friend group. therefore you were shocked when he started speaking to you, fifteen minutes into a work period. "hey," he said, gently trusting himself to your side of the table. you searched for some seconds, scanning the area for who he could be speaking to, only to find his curved eyes on your blank word doc. "i saw you were lost in the teacher's presentation, was wondering if you needed help." smiling genuinely in defeat, you nodded. he went on to lead you through a much more understandable introduction of the topics in the lesson, and the steps you were supposed to perform now; sharing a few fun facts about the timestamps along the way. eyes glimmering as he spoke passionately about the events of the past, inspiring you completely. not once did you think history would be quite so fascinating, only to realise yourself staring at his gorgeous smile. "feel free to ask me questions or just to talk. i'm always here."
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an. sending my love to these precious babes. i love them all.
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lily of the valley 3 : rows and alleyways | kamisato ayato
syn. you've conversed over and over through pages and pages of lettering; but you and lord kamisato seem as complete strangers. so let's go on a walk, through the rows and alleyways of his garden. so let's promenade, through the canyons and valleys of our hearts. cw/tw. fluff with tiny bits of angst, arranged marriage, implicit female reader
part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 tbc.
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Après your agreeably enjoyable chat with the Kamisato, he went to speak privately with your father about some civil matters. Leaving you alone in the silence of the bright room, pondering about. You appreciated the quietness, it cooled your burning cheeks and consoled your hammering heart.
'Was it too soon for this kind of reaction?' you internally interrogated yourself, fingers lightly tapping the porcelain teacup. Your first encounter with Lord Kamisato sensed more of a reunion rather than an acquaintance. Talking with him was familiar, and unexpectedly easy. The nectar of his voice lured you to talk, and it felt as if you had uncountable parallels. The door of the ensuite slid open again. Revealing your father and the Kamisato. "I suppose it would be good for the two of you to spend a little more time together." Your father suggested, a generous smile drawn on his lips. Their conversation went well. "I must return to sort some information. name, would it be alright for you to abide by Lord Kamisato's side for some more time? The carriage will come to retrieve you after noon." Was your father, the trustworthy man he was, seriously dropping you off? A look of disbelief filled your eyes, but it quickly returned to an accepting gaze. You suppose it would be rather preferable to get to know the person you have been sending letters to with some more genuinity. He walked over to your side and a laid couple of pats on your back, grinning a comforting smile. You bowed and bid him farewell, as he bowed to the lord now standing next to you. When you straightened your back, your sleeve delicately brushed against his. Another tint of rose flushed over your cheeks as you hurriedly distanced yourself, bending into another bow, "Lord Kamisato." A warm, genuine smile painted his cherry lips, as something of the softest and most delicate nature seeped from them.
"Don't tell them I've permitted you to do this..." he mumbled, gesturing to the maids dusting the hallway. "...but you may refer to me as Ayato when we are alone."
A hot flush of blood ran to your cheeks from the lord's titbit. Your brain stops registering information, and your cognitive self freezes in distraught; mania dominating your thinking. Your body chooses to act on its own—neck prompting your head to nod, limbs stressing every muscle—resisting the urge to sheathe your reddening face with your hands.
"My apologies, Ayato." The name had left a small smile on your glossed lips. . ⁺ .   ˚ Pacing careful, rhythmic steps onto the hyacinth-scented, damp grass of the estate's garden. With each effort forward, the leafy grass—which was watered not long ago—spewed your white slippers with a pale-green, wet tint. A cry was released inside of you, these shoes were going to take forever to clean; not to mention how grossly soggy the soles began to feel. Such suffering induced your ignorance of the way your fingers would skim against Ayato's. The feather-like friction tickled his heart, as he watched you take small steps, groggily dragging yourself like a depressed gremlin in the squeaky field. Sighing to himself in disbelief, he shook his head to the ground as an amused expression crept onto his face. "Silly." Tease and mockery spilt from his words, but all that came to your ears was a tone of honey. A feigned mask of anger was put on your face, contradicted directly by the devious grin lurking on your lips as you turned to face him. Brief chuckles burst from the man, his brows knitting at the sight of you. "Your socks are getting all wet Ms Surname." He made sure to remind you. You giggled, "'hm, it appears they are." Lifting your foot casually from the field, turning and wiggling it from side-to-side in a childish, worm-like manner to examine it. Years of etiquette and manner training should have done you better, and yet here you were, fooling around with Ayato. The two of you knew better than to tease and joke with each other, after all this was your first meeting. Though contrasting everything—even if his comebacks exposed his sadistic nature—his easygoingness reassured you. It was comfortable walking with Ayato.
You learned to relax in his presence, and although silence filled the mere centimetres between the two of you, you relished in the warm, tingly sensation. Neither of you was good with words when it came to an intimate relationship, and in that similarity, you respected each other.
Giving space and time for where the flowers were to bloom.
. ⁺ .   ˚ Rays of the Sun leaked from the slit between the towering thuja conifers onto your backs, as you began to path the way back to the Kamisato residence. Both of you drifting off a bit in the hummingbird tunes from a distant part of the fields. While you were distracted by the music, the lord would sometimes peer over his shoulders—peaking at how the bright rays decorated the stray ends of your hair.
Ayato thought they seemed soft.
. ⁺ .   ˚ Elbow-to-elbow the two of you sauntered back to the estate with a smile decorating your faces, and a cloud of pale, pink dust reciprocating on each other's cheeks. You didn't even notice how your hands ended up clasped in his.
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an. they understand each other more than they know awwwww. i have a serious thing for lovers who are each other's confidantes. i just wanted this chapter to be nice and sweet. thank you for your attention and love for this series.
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tagging; @thetwinkims
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chase | hinata shoyo
syn. it's the summer after graduation, the summer before your friend leaves. you were thinking the two of you could fly a little higher, what's the problem with that? an. shoyo and the reader stay as friends, i wanted this to be a friendship fic genre. fluff/angst, gn! reader wc. 1.0k+
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the sound of giggles and waves blissed around your body. irresponsibly splashing sea water at each other, and running back and forth from the sand. crystal blue cooling around your knees, as the heated ball of sun above you all gently grazes on your skin. today, you were spending your precious summer holiday with the friends who have supported you most through high school. each memorable moment you've had in the past years, shared with each other; the embarrassing moments, the laughs, the cries. today was just one more.
you ran to catch the blue and yellow ball, racing and sliding over to the left-hand side of the court. extending both your arms and gripping your thumbs to bump the ball. the ball of orange hair behind you swiftly moving, then launching a large jump, successfully spiking the ball over to the other side.
"buam!" you hear a sound almost resembling a fart. passing your vision to the other side of the net, where you spot the raven-haired boy with a shade of black looming over his features, furiously rubbing at his head.
ah, the forceful beach volleyball had violently assailed kageyama's head. the said boy looked as if he was about to plan the assassination of the citrus-headed spiker, dragging his feet to join the tsukishima under the umbrella. you bounced back onto the sand and held onto your stomach, hair splaying into the sand. Your laughter never seemed to come to an end.
raising your elbow to extend a hand from your current position, offering hinata a high-five. then, reverting back to lying flat on the baked sand, patting on the spot beside you to signal hinata to join you. the boy lazily dropped himself down to the beach mattress beside you, smiling. "good shot shoyo" you sent him a tart remark, winking. you enjoyed the untroubled state you were living in, spending time with friends. the realisation that this was the last time you were meeting up with your precious companions struck you like a brick. every single one of you was going to pursue the dreams and aspirations that you held ever so close to your hearts. adulthood intruded on your life in an unsettling way, but it exposed you to so many amazing opportunities. though with new opportunity came the readiness to sacrifice, in this scenario the people you love and trust.
"hey, name?" hinata began to speak, "'ya alright?" noticing the grimace in your expression. the silly joyful mood changing into one of worry. "yeah." you made out, fluttering open your eyes to the blazing sun and the sunny boy resting beside you. as if he was able to sense your worry, he gave you a comforting look. his lightly tanned, slender fingers reached over to a strand of your hair colour locks, brushing through it carefully in a pacifying way. his other hand making its way to yours, warmly cupping them, the heat from his palms convecting the back of your hand.
the sensation resembled the moment you step foot into a café with heating in the cold winter. like the sensation of melting into a hot bath. hinata's warmth cleared your worries and provided you strength, just as he always has through the difficult times you've persisted through together. almost as if he was trying to assure you that friends would always be there for each other; how he would be there for you. "'mm. everything's gonna be alright." he hummed, lilting his familiar energized voice.
you closed your eyes to reminisce on this moment, inhaling deeply and contracting your diaphragm. if you were granted permission, you would wish to stay in this moment forever. things didn't have to come to an end. breathing in deeply the sweet scent of tangerine and the salty aroma of the sea. the sweet scent of tangerine? you took two more sniffs to find the origin of the fragrance. "shoyo?" you whispered. "'hm?" he piqued, raising from his spot, leaning over to front you. "you stole my cologne?" forcing your voice into a stern tone, glancing sharply at the boy. his soft look morphed into one of mortification, pupils constricting, with a berry haze powdering his sunburnt cheeks. rapidly responding with agility, leaping to start a sprint. tightly gripping the blue bottle in the right pocket of his beach shorts. grinning sheepishly to you, and blasting off to a run. he tried to choke back the cackle, holding his cramped ribcage. you hunted him from the warm sand into the cold water, throwing residue of both in his direction. "name, is this really necessary?" he shouted, running to hide behind the umbrella where tsukishima darted him an annoyed eye. he coughed on his chuckles while taking some seconds to restore his breath. none of which wiping the sneer off his features. "if you think it isn't necessary, then stop running!" you rolled your eyes, retorting with sass. what he took was tom ford! and so, he hopped into another trial of escape. prancing, galloping and pelting in the direction of the lapis water once more; breathy laughs exhaled into the pure air, messing with your smile. thus you would set off to pursue him again, shuffling closer to your bright star shining atop the horizon line. your chase would continue, your feet bristling to follow his footsteps on the cornsilk beach. just as these good times have been and always will be.
instead of worrying what comes next, you'll enjoy the present moment. you were no longer troubled by what was to come, or how far you would be from your buddies. there was a tacit understanding that with every challenge you face, and every conflict that arises, hinata would be there by your side.
no matter the distance between the two of you, the warmth of his hand will forever have its imprint clutching on yours; and no matter where you will go, you'll always be able to hear his laughter. the distance was never something that distanced the two of you; so may the both of you fly high to reach your goals and aspirations. may the chase to reach the stars never end.
in the end, you were thinking, 'the two of you could always fly a little higher, what's the problem with that?' as the two of you circled each other in the cyan water, under the smouldering sun.
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