#genshinimpact angst

[impactedfates]

One Final Dance - Xiao x GN!Reader

Summary: You wanted to keep your job a secret from your boyfriend. You knew what could happen if he found out, but the truth always comes to light and he found out. But just before you deal with the consequences, you requested just one final dance with him

Warnings/Extra: Angst (At least I tried to make it) // Character Death (Reader) // OOC Xiao? // Not really proof read… // Time skips are seen like this -------->

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W.C - 1423

A/N- My friend read it, I read it. I have a heavy love/hate relationship with it ngl, leaning more to hate but there is things I like about it. Which I hope you do too…ANYWAYS. Although I read it and so did my friend, I didn’t actually fix or edit anything. So you’re reading the raw (?) piece technically…enjoy? (I hope) 

Working as a Fatui member, you often had missions outside your home nation. This mission was situated in Liyue. You looked around the vase land, exploring a bit before returning back to your base camp. However, unluckily, a group of treasure hoarders came by. You were quick to pull out your weapon and were ready to fight them off.

You were doing well, however you didn’t notice a treasure hoarder coming up behind you, he raised his weapon and was about to slash it down towards you, you were able to turn your head in time to see a green mist suddenly in front of you, sending the treasure hoarder back.

You eyes met the back of a masked man, he was quick to dispose of the rest of the treasure hoarders, it went faster as you were quick to help him. After all's been dealt with, he turned to you.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m…fine…who are you?”

He turned back around, his head turning towards you as his polearm disappeared into thin air. His Anemo vision shined. You couldn’t help but take in his appearance fully now that there weren't many distractions.

“Who I am is not important…be safer next time”

He said, before disappearing in the same green mist he appeared in. You paused a bit. Remembering his appearance. His mask, his short green hair, his tattooed arm. His clothing. And his voice.

You paused a bit

You wanted to see him again.

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“How many times must I tell you to be careful”

The man who you learnt was named Xiao spoke after saving you for the nth time. You smiled slyly at him and scratched the back of your head.

“Quite a lot it seems”

You replied, Xiao shook his head at you, disappointed. He had given you his name, so you could call him when you were in danger. Although you could easily defend yourself from most enemies. You couldn’t help but want to see Xiao more and more with each encounter.

“If you continue calling my name like this, I’m going to think you’re messing with me”

“Is it so wrong to want to see you?”

You admitted, raising a brow. He seemed taken aback by your statement before crossing his arms. Oh he was definitely going to lecture you about calling his name just to see him.

“I had thought it was…suspicious. You seemed completely fine every time you called for me, and you also seemed perfectly capable of fighting…so you only called my name to see me?”

“...Maybe?”

“...If…if you truly just want to see me…then just stop by Wangshu Inn instead. I think it’s…better. We can actually talk without being interrupted by hilichurls attacking”

And with that, Xiao quickly left, teleporting away.

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“What do you mean you don’t know how to dance!?”

You exclaimed, looking shocked at Xiao when he revealed his inability to dance. He looked away, a blush dusting his face before nodding.

“My life was filled with fighting, even after Morax saved me, I am still fighting. Fighting to protect Liyue, fighting my karmatic debt…I guess I didn’t have time to learn to dance”

“But you have time to hang out with me huh?”

Xiao’s cheeks grew redder, turning his whole body away and crossing his arms. Even though he did this to hide how he felt, you could tell he was flustered.

You softly laughed at your friend's reaction. You enjoyed these times. Where you could get free time from your usual Fatui duties to hang out with Xiao. Someone who you had gained feelings for. You wish you could tell him your true occupation but…his job to protect Liyue and you being a part of a group that could put Liyue in danger? It was best for you to keep it a secret, so you could continue this friendship.

You slowly walked up to Xiao, tapping his shoulder and lending a hand out towards him.

“Well…if you want. I could teach you. Right here, right now”

Xiao turned to you and looked at your extended hand. With a small sigh he took your hand, with a grin you were quick to pull him into a slow dance. Guiding him on where to place his hands. With each step you took, with each mistake he made as he apologies with a small blush. The moonlight shining on the two of you. And near the end of the dance, perhaps it was the atmosphere that made things the perfect setting. Slowly he leaned in and you two shared a kiss under the moonlight.

I guess your feelings were reciprocated.

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Today marks the anniversary for you and your boyfriend Xiao! You’ve been dating for 3 whole years and everything was perfect. You had your ups and downs sure, every couple does. But you two truly loved each other. With a bag in hand and a wave bye to your comrades. You made your way to Wangshu Inn.

You smiled at Verr Goldet, who gave you a nod as she saw you walk up. She was the first person to find out about your relationship with the adeptus himself. And she grew fond of you.

“Xiaoooo, are you here? Where are yo-”

You froze, eyes widening when you saw someone pointing a polearm at your neck. That someone, being your boyfriend. You quickly raise your hands and tried to walk back a bit.

“X-Xiao? What’s going on?”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

You opened your mouth to ask, what was he talking about? Until you stiffened. Did he…find out? Find out about your true occupation.

“You said you worked as a wandering merchant…you had goods with you I-I thought I could trust you…I wanted to surprise you today by picking you up but I couldn’t find you where you said you were…I got worried, I saw you with the Fatui…I thought you had gotten caught but…no…it was clear to me you were lying to me from the start”

You looked down, thinning your lips. You couldn’t deny his allegations, he saw you. He knew you were lying but…you truly did like him.

“Xiao…I…please, I love you, my job as a Fatui won’t affect this relationship”

“But it might affect the safety of Liyue! You…”

Xiao felt the words die on his tongue. He loved you dearly, but he cannot just let you go after finding out who you work for. After finding out what you could do to endanger the citizens of Liyue.

“[Name]...I’m sorry I just…I hope you can understand, but I cannot just…”

“...I understand”

Xiao lowered his polearm, he took some deep breaths as you carefully placed your gift on the ground and slowly walked over.

“But…before you…well…ensure I’m no longer a threat to Liyue…can we have one final dance?”

Xiao looked at you, his eyes softening at your request. After much thought, he put away his polearm and lent out his hand which you happily took. And just like 3 years ago, you two danced under the moonlight. The movement was careful, no mistakes made anymore. Xiao leaned in for the final time and gave you a kiss.

With a heavy heart, he summoned his polearm again and stabbed you through the chest. You coughed up blood, quickly clinging to his clothing, you looked up to him and smiled despite everything. The blood running down his polearm and dripping on the ground.

Your eyes slowly lost their light and sparkle. The light and sparkle Xiao loved to see. He held your body close to his own. He felt like crying. But he couldn’t, not now.

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After burying your body, after placing flowers on your grave. He teleported himself back to WangShu in, his eyes landed on the bag you wanted to give him for your anniversary. He walked over to it and picked the bag up, taking the gift out he felt a shortness of his breath as his eyes landed on it.

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The traveller's eyes lingered on a photo frame of Xiao and an unfamiliar person. The two of them smiling, Xiao is holding onto the person in a loving embrace. They turned to Xiao, wanting to ask about it but they stopped themselves as they saw how he looked at the photo himself. With such sadness and seemingly regret.

They thought it was best to keep quiet about it. It must’ve been someone important to Xiao that had been laid to rest. 

If only they knew that Xiao was the reason they had to be laid to rest.

[itadoriandmealways4eva]

Am I only a fool for you?

Featured Tags: #cyberwrites

summary: you confess your feelings to them but they don't feel the same way.

warnings: angst with no comfort, spelling mistakes, spelling mistakes, no proofread.

characters: thoma, xiao, venti, diluc, kazuha x GN! Reader.

𝐃𝐢𝐥𝐮𝐜:

Devolved Feelings.

you were a frequent visitor of Angel Share, sometimes you would even go to Dawn Winery in special occasions. You developed feelings for him, whenever he was working in Angel Share you would get a lot of butterflies and even stutter while you're talking to him, hell it was already obvious that you liked him but he never picked that up. This day you decided it was the day you finally confess to him, you can't hide your feelings any longer anymore. Luckily for you he was working there that day. You finally muster up the courage to finally talk to him, "hey uhm.. Master Diluc do you mind if we talked upstairs? It's uhm important" you said with a nervous smile. "Oh sure that's fine give me a moment" he said with a smile that made you melt. After that you two met up upstairs. "So what was that you needed to tell me?" you kept looking at the ground but you finally spoke. "Uhm.. I'm sorry if this come off as creepy but.." you stopped there feeling your heart beating fast threatening to come out. "I- I really like you Master Diluc.. After a while I developed feelings for you, strong feelings.. I really hope you feel the same way.." you said smiling nervously waiting for his answer. He stood there for while looking shocked.. "Oh I'm sorry Y/N but I don't feel the same way.." he said. That sentence broke your heart as it echoes through your mind. "Oh uhmm that's okay I understand!" you said smiling but tears threatening to come out. You only walked passed him giving him a smile and a thumbs up saying that it was completely okay, but in the inside you wanted to cry. He looked sad but soften up when you gave him a thumbs up.

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𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨:

Love at first sight.

You worked at Wangshu Inn, funny you didn't expect to fall inlove with an adeptus. Never in your dreams but you did. Sometimes he would be in the up balcony of the Inn. It was like love at first sight but that was ridiculous but not to you. You decided in a way you would confess to him you would make his favorite food Almond Tofu. After you were done cooking you made a little note saying "hello I hope you like this dish. I just wanted to say that I like you :)" you wrote with a smiley face. You hesitated to give it to him but it was your only chance since he rarely stays in Wangshu Inn. You went up and he was still there, you walked up to him while holding the plate of Almond Tofu. "Uhmm I know you don't like to interact with mortals but I made this for you Xiao" you said with a smile. He looked at it and took the Almond Tofu from your hands. He took a bite and from the look of his eyes he really liked it. "Uhmm I hope you saw that note I put there" he looked down and saw a note. As he read it you looked nervous but still smiling anyway. "Oh I'm sorry I don't feel that way with mortals." As he said that he disappeared. "Oh that's okay.." You said but almost crying.

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𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚:

Friends to Lovers?

You have been friends for a while with Thoma. You met at the Kamisato's Komore Teahouse as you were invited. They introduced you to Thoma and you felt a spark between you two. It just felt right, you two hit it off quickly as you both had similar interests. It's almost like you were meant to be. Almost. After a while you thought it was a good idea to finally confess your feelings for him. Fortunately Ayaka and Ayato had business to attend too so it was only you and Thoma. "Oh hey Y/N! Didn't realize you'd be here today?" He said "Oh sorry about that I just wanted to tell you something important. You said nervously. "Oh what was so important?" he said curiously. "Uhmm.. I've liked you for a while now, we share a lot of interest and I thought it was finally time I would tell you." You said smiling. He looked shocked. "Oh I'm really sorry Y/N but I really only see you as a friend." Friend? That word echoing through your head, almost making you lightheaded. "Oh that's okay I understand!" You said smiling but you wanted to just die there. That didn't ruin your friendship though but it was still awkward being around him.

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𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢:

Sunshine and Sunshine

You were both the sunshines. Very extroverted and outgoing. You met at the tavern almost every night just talking about your life. After hanging out for a long time you realize you actually liked him that was a surprise he was a drunkard in most people's eyes but to you he was your other sunshine. After a while you thought it would be time to tell him about your feelings. You both met this night and you know there'll be people there but you just couldn't hide your feelings anymore. You bath sat down and you ordered Dandelion Wine on you of course. "Oh what's with the Dandelion Wine something special happen?" he said as he teased you. "Hey! It's just nothing okay! Be grateful" you said blushing. His teasing was your weakness which made you fall for him even more. "Listen I need to tell you something.." You said nervously. "Oh and what's what?" he said curiously but in a teasing tone. "I really like you okay? I just love your personality and your teasing" you said blushing. There was silence until he said something. "Oh.. I'm sorry but I don't like you the same way Y/N.." he said seriously this time. "Oh. Uhmm.. okay.." your voice lowered feeling like you're about to cry. You only ran away and run to archons knows where. Finally letting your tears run down.

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𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚:

Foolish Love.

You two only met because of Beidou. You were originally from Liyue before moving yourself from sea travelling. You and Kazuha were unseperatable. You two were always together. If you were fighting enemies he would fight alongside you. If you two were in trouble you two would work together. Eventually you developed feelings. You two were always together feeling butterflies in your stomach whenever he was with you. You wanted to tell him but you decided to wait until it was a good time. After a while it feels like it's good to say it to him now. While you were walking around Inazuma you decided to say it to him right there and right now. "Hey uhmm Kazuha I wanted to tell you something." you said. "Oh what was that?" He said looking at you curiously. "I- I really like you Kazuha.." You said nervously. "Oh I'm sorry Y/N but I see you more like a sibling. I hope you can understand." He said in a soft voice. "Oh that's okay Kazuha I understand!" You said smiling. But in the inside you really wanted to cry.

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End.

ˢᵒʳʳʸ ⁱᶠ ᵗʰⁱˢ ʷᵃˢ ᵇᵒʳⁱⁿᵍ :(

ʳᵉᵇˡᵒᵍˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡⁱᵏᵉˢ ʷⁱˡˡ ᵇᵉ ᵃᵖᵖʳᵉᶜⁱᵃᵗᵉᵈ

Thank you for reading.

[meru90]

it's getting cold >.<

[4dango-the2nd]

Gilded Sea's Dream [Ep 13 & 14/?]

< [Ep1] [Ep12] > [Ep15]

please beware of content warning: blood & death

Alhaitham had aspirations for her 😭 or as my friend put it, alhaitham had been quietly just thinking of the shape of a certain kind of happiness

Kaveh remains haunted, despite everything....

[kuromiiyuuu]

"say it, you love me." genshin impact.

-genshin men with a shy but clingy reader.

thoma, wriothesley, and zhongli. (f)

warnings, genre. none! | fluff fluff fluff! |

notes. a request from anon, this was so fun to write. and i got carried away on the zhongli part huhu, not proofread as usual. also i wrote this in class lmfao.

Thoma.

•this cutie pie is like those service dogs that guide you around.

•he's so caring istg, my heart just melts thinking about him talking to you whilst you just figure out the words to reply and your cheeks warming up, he'd just hit you with the, "don't be shy, baby."

•he knows your capacity when it comes to talking and holding a conversation, he knows you like the back of his hand.

•and since you're more on the shy side, he talks for you like; "oh she doesn't like that." "she's allergic to that." "y/n would love this!" it's just so sweet T•T.

•this man understands you more than anyone, you can cling on his arm if you want to and he lets you, of course he would. 

•despite your lack of confidence in talking, you still make up by your actions.

•and thoma is inloveeeee with that, he loves the fact that you'd just hug him out of no where without saying anything.

•and don't get him started by the adorable trinkets you make him! he adores every little thing you make just for him.

•this man is just the standard!

Wriothesley.

•now, this man loves it when you're so shy around him still. despite the amount of time you already spent together, you're still shy around him.

•it melts his cold heart when he sees you try your best to communicate with him.

•and there was this time when you both got into a misunderstanding and the cryo user would scold you, and when you just looked up at him with tears in your eyes feeling sorry for what you've done, and not uttering a single word.

•it shattered his worlddd

•istg he swears now that he will never ever scold you like that again. he knows already you're in a tough spot.

•and i have this feeling that this man is a sucker for physical touch so. whenever he goes home he'd see that sweet smile of yours, running up to him, and eloping him in a hug, that's comparable to any tea in the world.

•you're just so cute in his eyes istg, the fact that he'd tease you often and you'd just look away with a blush on your cheeks, god does he want to kiss you.

•expect a lot of teasing tho, he kinda loves it when you're flustered; "why are you so beautiful?"

•and those soft moments with your boyfriend where you'd just laugh together and leaning into each other.

•and whenever he's or you are doing something you love and you both just admire each other

•god i want this.

Zhongli.

•this man!!! give me a zhongli!!!

•he's a matured gentleman, he handles you with ease.

•he loves it when you're clinging in to him, you're just hugging him out of no where cause zhongli is the one good with words but he's not that open with physical touch.

•you on the other hand is the other way around, you'd be the one ruffling his hair, initiating to hold his hand, and you'd be the one to hug him longer than usual.

•you both are just a good couple and he doesn't want to admit it out loud but he loves the fact that you just can't seem to take your hands off of him.

•whenever walking in a crowded place you'd have your hand clinging onto the hem of his outfit or just the fabric in general just so you won't lose sight of him.

•whenever he comes home tired, he could just lay in your arms in silence and it's the best thing in the world.

•and let me tell you this, you won't believe it but trust me, zhongli is the type where whenever you lean closer in his face, his breath would just hitch.

•it was almost like a match made in heaven, zhongli never really liked loud noises and you were just the woman for him.

•your gentle touch is the only thing he ever wants in the world.

•and he'd give up everything for his shy baby.

[electrosair]

hehehe, hii!! may I req where Ayato, Childe, Scaramouche, Diluc, and Alhaitham get into a fight with their s/o the previous night, but in the morning they're extremely clingy after that? :D:D fluff after angst is always the best hehe

The following morning

english isn’t my first language, sorry for mistakes

characters: alhaitham + ayato + scaramouche

I did something similar with Diluc and Childe here (also Gorou), so to avoid repeating myself I preferred not to do it about them and leave the link in case you want to read it, thanks for the request <3

word count: 0.5k

Alhaitham

There are few things you can fight with Alhaitham about where he actually gets annoyed with you to the point where he doesn't want to talk to you anymore. So even if he's not that upset about the situation, if you are, he's going to let you relax first before trying to work things out between the two of you. At bedtime he would not think much of your anger, he would pick up his book and start reading without paying attention to your body, which was turning away from him until you finally fell asleep. He would switch off the light on his bedside table to do the same. He would let you sleep peacefully, and when he sees that you have rested enough, he might wake you up with light caresses on your shoulders and back. He'd hope that the little pain you had from last night's fight would have gone away and you'd complain as usual, burying your head in his chest to close your eyes again.

Ayato

He would try to always keep a calm tone to avoid increasing and fueling the fire of your anger, even if it is small, he hates to argue with you and more when he knows it is for a stupid reason that does not deserve so much time or saliva from any of you. His main concern would be to solve the reason for the fight as soon as possible, but he can't do anything if you are not willing or prepared to talk about it again and this time discuss it in a more pleasant way and without raising your voice. So he would hold out until the next day, even if you don't pay as much attention to him because of your mood, Ayato would go about the rest of the day as normal, asking you what you want for dinner and so on. Maybe that way you would relax a little. Once you are both awake and with things more digested, he would laugh while imprisoning you in bed, he doesn't plan to let you out until he can have a normal conversation with you without you dodging his every word.

Scaramouche

Discussions would be heated, probably with some shouting in between your exchanges. Rather than waiting for you to be the one to cool down, he is the one who probably needs to calm himself the most before speaking or doing anything else. When you get into bed, you are going to do it alone, because his ego will not allow him to cuddle you while he is lying unconscious on the pillow like he does every night. So he'll end up yawning and wandering around the house looking for something to do or taking short naps on the couch. And by surprise to you when you wake up again by the sunlight that illuminated your face in the morning, you will see that he could no longer resist. Scaramouche would return to your bed in the middle of the night, when he makes sure you are sound asleep. He would have a hard time apologizing once he gets up, but he would spend the rest of the day right along with you.

[khujoor]

NEW & EDITED. SAY YOU'RE MINE. / CHAPTERS 1-2

wc: 2.7k+

whole plot synopsis: a loveless marriage slowly gains some unwanted feelings in the middle.

playlist ao3

"I hope you can understand my current commitment," Childe stated calmly, taking a sip of his coffee. He settled into his seat with an air of confidence that seemed to assert his authority over the place. With little interest in indulging in idle conversation, he added, "For all I care, you may have another romantic interest, but kindly refrain from interfering in my affairs."

His nonchalant words irked you, but you recognized that he meant no harm. "I understand," you curtly replied. "Perhaps we should limit our interactions to work-related matters? It would be wise to exercise caution, given the media's tendency to scrutinize any associations."

Just as your phone rang, you hastily excused yourself and exited the room, leaving Childe to ponder his thoughts. Despite knowing each other for a while, you'd never truly engaged in conversation. You had always seemed distant, exuding an air of superiority that both intrigued and intimidated him.

However, Childe's mind soon drifted to Lumine, his true love. She possessed all the qualities he desired in a partner – strength, intelligence, and striking beauty. Unlike others, she harbored no interest in his wealth or status; she simply wanted him. She was perfection.

Amidst his contemplation, Childe realized he knew very little about you. While your demeanor had always impressed him, he couldn't claim to know much beyond that. Since childhood, he had never made an effort to engage with you, assuming you'd dismiss him.

"My apologies, shall we continue?" You softly smiled, taking your seat across from him. "We'll need to convey deep affection for each other, even if we don't genuinely feel it. Those close to us may be aware of our situation, but the public shouldn't be."

Growing restless, Childe absentmindedly swirled his coffee cup. Pretending to be in love was uncomfortable for him, but he understood the necessity to safeguard both your reputations. He couldn't afford more negative publicity, especially with upcoming business deals.

"I understand," Childe reluctantly agreed, meeting your gaze with a hint of reluctance. "I'll do what's required, though it's not something I'm at ease with or particularly fond of."

You nodded, your eyes locking in mutual understanding. Both of you knew the task at hand, even if it wasn't your preferred course of action.

Neither of you desired this marriage. While Childe longed to marry Lumine, the choice of you over her puzzled him. Why were you considered the ideal partner, and not her?

"The engagement announcement party is tonight, so I trust you'll know how to play your part," you stated as you rose from your seat, heading towards your office.

The engagement announcement party loomed on the horizon, a grand event that would alter both your lives significantly. As you left your conversation with Childe and headed toward your office, you couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled within you. The weight of your impending engagement hung heavy on your shoulders, and you knew that the party would only intensify the scrutiny and expectations.

As the evening approached, you donned a stunning gown that had been specially selected for the occasion. The dress was exquisite, fitting the role of the radiant bride-to-be perfectly. You looked at yourself in the mirror, and it was as if you were seeing a stranger. The reflection staring back at you was the embodiment of the role you were about to play, a role that had been thrust upon you without your consent.

With a heavy heart, you descended the grand staircase of your family's mansion, where the party was set to take place. The ballroom was adorned with opulent decorations, a testament to your family's status and wealth. Guests, dressed in their finest attire, mingled and sipped on champagne, awaiting the grand announcement.

You spotted Childe across the room, resplendent in a tailored suit, and you couldn't help but admire the composure he maintained despite the brewing storm of emotions within both of you. As you approached him, he turned to acknowledge your presence with a polite smile.

The elegant ballroom buzzed with anticipation as the company dinner began. You stood by your father's side, your heart fluttering with nervousness. You knew what was about to unfold, and it filled you with unease. Your father, a prominent figure in the business world, had a habit of making significant announcements at these events, and tonight was no exception.

As the guests chatted and savored their meals, your father cleared his throat, commanding the room's attention. He wore a warm smile, seemingly proud of the announcement he was about to make.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "I have some wonderful news to share with all of you tonight." The room fell into an expectant hush. "My daughter, Y/N, has found a partner who perfectly complements her."

A soft gasp rippled through the crowd, and all eyes turned to you, "And it is with great pleasure that I announce her engagement to the esteemed Childe Tartaglia," your father continued, gesturing toward Childe, who sat at a nearby table, wearing an impassive expression.

Surprised murmurs filled the room. Childe, known for his daring business ventures and adventurous spirit, wasn't the conventional choice for someone as poised and reserved as you. Attendees exchanged puzzled glances, uncertain of how to react to this unexpected revelation.

Your best friend, seated at the same table, leaned closer and whispered, "Are you sure about this, Y/N?"

You mustered a small smile. "I... I'm still figuring it out myself," you replied, not entirely dishonest.

As people discussed the engagement among themselves, some raised eyebrows, expressing doubts about the compatibility of the couple. Others found the idea of such an unexpected union intriguing.

Childe, however, remained composed, sipping his wine as if the attention didn't faze him. But those who knew him well detected a trace of unease in his eyes.

Amidst the ongoing chatter, your father raised his glass, prompting everyone to follow suit. "To the happiness of my daughter and Childe, may their love and partnership thrive in the years to come!"

The toast received polite applause, but uncertainty lingered in the air. Your mind was filled with conflicting emotions.

Throughout the evening, you put on a brave face, engaging in small talk with the guests. But your thoughts were consumed by doubts and questions about your future.

As the night drew to a close, Childe approached you with a gentle smile. "You've handled tonight admirably," he remarked, seemingly unperturbed by the skepticism around you.

"Thank you," you replied, your voice tinged with uncertainty. You noticed him glancing at his watch, a worried expression crossing his face. "Is something wrong?"

"I have to leave," Childe said, his voice tinged with regret.

You nodded, feeling a pang of sympathy for him. Despite his wealth and status, Childe didn't appear entirely content with his life. And neither did you, for that matter. But for now, you had to put on a brave face and navigate the situation.

"I understand. Take care, Childe," you said, watching him disappear into the crowd. As he departed, you couldn't help but wonder what the future held for both of you. Could you ever genuinely find happiness together, or was this all a facade for the sake of reputation and business interests?

Only time would reveal the truth. For now, you had a role to play, and you intended to play it well. Straightening your posture, you put on your most charming smile, bidding the departing guests farewell. It would be a long night, but you were determined to see it through.

As the guests gradually departed, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. The night had been tiresome, but you had managed to maintain appearances. All you wanted was to go home and unwind.

As you headed towards the exit, a hand grasped your arm. Turning around, you saw your father, his expression filled with conflict.

"I'm sorry, Y/N," he whispered, barely audible. "I know this isn't what you wanted, but it's necessary. For the sake of our families."

You gazed into his eyes, searching for sincerity. He appeared genuine, but his words deepened your unease. "I understand, Father," you replied softly. "But I can't help but feel that this isn't what I want. I don't want to be forced into a marriage for the sake of business and reputation."

He sighed, his expression softening. "I know, Y/N. I wish there were another way, but we must consider the bigger picture. Our families have much at stake, and we can't let it all crumble."

You nodded, recognizing the gravity of the situation. But that still didn't change the fact that you were being thrust into a marriage with someone you barely knew, let alone loved. It felt like a recipe for disaster.

"I'll do my best to make it work," you said, your voice tinged with resignation. "But I can't make any promises."

Your father reached out to hold your hand, squeezing it gently. "I know it's not ideal, Y/N. But I have faith in you. You're a strong and capable woman. Who knows? Perhaps love will blossom between you two."

You forced a small smile and nodded, even though the idea seemed implausible. Love was an emotion that couldn't be forced or manufactured. It either existed or it didn't.

Furthermore, you couldn't help but wonder about Childe's feelings in all of this. What were his thoughts on this arrangement? Did he have someone else he loved, just as you did?

As you both parted ways, your father with a heavy heart and you with a sense of impending uncertainty, you couldn't help but reflect on the path that had led you here.

chapter two.

"Play with me!" You pleaded, tugging at the ginger's arm with all the earnestness a child could muster, while your light brown teddy bear dangled from your other hand.

"Get away from me!" Childe grumbled, his frustration evident as he struggled to free his sleeve from your relentless grip.

"What's the matter?" Someone inquired, approaching the two of you. It might have been a butler from Childe's family; their voice exuded a calm, soothing contrast to the high-pitched cacophony that surrounded you both.

"They won't leave me alone!" Childe lamented, half-dragging you along with him towards the newcomer.

Childe sighed as he gazed at the plain wall ahead, wondering if your clinginess had subsided at all. You had only met once before, yet you clung to him desperately, as though afraid of being left alone.

You had always struggled with attachment issues. Your mother had abandoned you at a young age, promising to return but never fulfilling that pledge.

But Childe was unaware of your past.

"Childe," you spoke, pulling him back from his reverie. "You have to tell me if this looks good."

You both clearly lacked any affection for one another, yet you were engaged. But wasn't love something reserved for those who chose to marry? Whatever you had with Childe seemed destined to be devoid of love.

He glanced at you, unable to deny that the dress suited you perfectly.

"It's fine."

"You have to be more specific," you muttered, your frustration evident. "You need to pick a suit that complements my dress, so your opinion matters too."

You had grown up with the maids in your home regaling you with stories of weddings. You had envisioned your own day with sparkling eyes, eager to marry, to be surrounded by friends, to wear a dress that would hold cherished memories for years and potentially be passed down to your future children.

Yet, this dress held no such significance for you.

It would only serve as a reminder of the day you married him.

Perhaps Childe felt similarly? You had no way of knowing.

"It looks fine; just choose what suits you."

As the tension between you and Childe continued to mount, a employee approached, concern etched on their face. "Is everything all right, you two? Weddings should be joyful occasions."

You exchanged a quick glance with Childe before replying, "Everything's just fine, thank you. Just a minor disagreement about wedding attire."

Childe nodded in agreement, and while the engagement had been anything but a fairy tale, both of you knew that putting on a facade of happiness was the only way to appear as if you cared. 

"Whatever," you sighed, feeling a hint of frustration. You gently pressed your finger against your temple to ease the growing headache. "It seems like I misjudged your ability to help me choose a suitable dress. Have you made a decision about your suit yet or are you still undecided?"

Childe glanced up from his phone, choosing his words carefully. He took a few steps forward and studied you closely. "(Y/N), are you undressing in front of me right now?" he asked hesitantly, disgust creeping into his voice.

"Oh, please," you scoffed lightly, shaking your head. "I have more self-respect than that; I would never do something so demeaning just for someone else's sake, especially not for you." You gracefully slipped out of the dress, revealing a nude-colored leotard underneath. Carefully, you placed the dress aside and began walking around the room.

Childe followed your movements with his gaze, his eyes studying every part of your body. You couldn't help but notice his indiscreet perusal and inwardly smirked at his sudden change in demeanor, from dismissive to almost predatory. Perhaps it would be wise to keep your distance from Childe after this encounter.

"You can find your suit across the street. They're known for their quality," you said, matter-of-factly.

"Are you sending me off alone?" he asked, a hint of amusement lacing his voice.

"Of course I am. Clearly, you have no interest. Maybe you'll find a new companion for yourself," you replied nonchalantly.

Childe raised an eyebrow at your words, a small smirk forming at the corner of his lips. "And what makes you think I'm interested in companions?" he asked, stepping closer to you. His presence sent a shiver down your spine, partly from the chilly air conditioning and partly from the sudden proximity.

You turned to face him, your eyes locking with his. "Oh, I don't know," you said slowly, tracing a finger down his chest. "Perhaps because you already have feelings for someone who isn't the woman you're going to marry?" You whispered in his ear, curious to elicit a reaction.

Childe's eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his face before being replaced by a sly grin. "Oh, so you've been paying attention to me, have you?" he teased, his hands resting on your hips as he drew you closer.

Your heart raced in your chest as you looked up at him, his blue eyes sparkling mischievously. "You mentioned it when we first met that day," you reminded him.

"Hmm?" he hummed playfully.

"You seemed uninterested in me at the time," you said, recalling the memory.

"I did, didn't I?" he agreed with a playful grin.

Childe's breath hitched, his eyes narrowing slightly. He leaned in closer, his lips dangerously close to yours. "And what makes you think I love anyone?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

"Don't underestimate me," you replied, your own voice lowering to a sultry tone. "I can see it in your eyes, the way you speak about her. It's obvious."

He chuckled softly, his lips brushing against your ear. "Well, you're quite perceptive, aren't you?" he murmured. "But who's to say I can't love more than one person?"

"I am a powerful woman, Childe. I can easily discover who this woman is and reach out to her as soon as I do," you spoke with a hint of determination, as if holding a dagger to his throat.

"And if she doesn't believe you?" he questioned.

"Fine," you paused, taking a deep breath. "She might not believe me, she might even think I'm jealous. But I always get what I want, Childe."

You didn't care about Childe's opinion of you. Whether he saw you as a spoiled brat or an attention seeker was inconsequential.

"Alright," he responded calmly, creating some space between the two of you. "I'll go."

"Great," you said, maintaining your composed demeanor.

You sighed out of relief as you watched him walk away, thankful he was finally gone. 

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[tokimihyachi]

right where you left me

pairing/s: neuvillette x reader context: fontaine's chief justice experiences his first heartbreak and realizes he may be in love. desperately and hopelessly so.

He supposed it was fine.

For a whole week, Neuvillette had meticulously planned on taking you out for dinner so that he could confess by the insistence of Sedene with the support of all Melusines. After all, they were tired of watching the two of you chasing each other in circles.

It didn't matter if he was the Chief Justice of Fontaine with a jam-packed schedule. It did not matter even if he's just finished one of the worst and most soul-draining trials in his time as the Iudex. He would drop it all at your beckon; in a heartbeat if you asked him, needed him. So long as it was you the word hesitation could kiss itself goodbye. He doesn't have the time, but for you, he could.

But due to an emergency, you had to cancel at the last minute.

There is an old saying that tells the tale of a dragon’s hardened shell made from the rarest and strongest of ores in all of Teyvat; a material of stardust no mortal could ever dream to acquire. And yet in these small moments that equated some sort of indirect rejection from you, he rather thought that perhaps his shell was not as tough as the other Sovereigns. 

“Monsier Neuvillette, are you sure it's fine?”

He watches the way your eyes crinkle, the anticipation of disappointment from him settling in your gaze as you await his reply, and the thought of being selfish just this once is clawing within his chest. Be honest, say the truth. He had lived under the light of truth for as long he breathed so why was it so hard to do so now?

But he also catches your subtle, minuscule gaze at the clock behind him and he knows whatever the emergency was is important to you. And the mere thought of him preventing you from being where you should be, somewhere, with someone far more consequential than him wounds him.

Neuvillette wondered that if love always felt as agonizing as this, why would any person willingly place themselves in such torment? And yet one look at you and he knew. If he could endure a heartache for a single moment with you...

He would endure a hundred more.

“Of course, [Name]. We can reschedule another time.”

The restaurant would always be open, doors waiting for your steps, valets expecting your presence. But that did not change the fact that it ached and hurt in every crevice of his hollow heart he never knew he could feel pain from. 

But since it was you, it should be fine.

It's fine.

It is fine.

But it also hurts. 

Why does it hurt this much?

[erabu-san]

Broken

[cynosdaydream]

Fantasia

Diluc Ragnvinder was a busy man, but how could he forget about the one important thing? (Diluc x GN! Reader)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : After Dark - Mr Kitty

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Word count: 1.3k

Authors note: Wrote this at 12am in a deranged craving for angst!

A relationship with Diluc was almost ideal at first, likeke the fairytales you've always heard when you were younger. The way your heart would speed up faster when he talked to you, or when you would get this inexplicable breathless feeling whenever he wrapped his arms around you.

Affection filled gazes from across the room, and the small smiles you could feel on your body when his head was buried in your shoulder.

However, as time passed, these things became more fleeting. They felt like gently-blown bubbles, beautiful but fragile. If you touched one, it would instantly burst. Just like the opportunities you would get to be affectionate with Diluc. As your relationship progressed, he slowly opened up to you, explaining why he was always out in the late hours of the night to the crack of dawn. If he trusted you enough to tell you this , then surely you should be supportive of him no matter what, right? The option to suddenly tug on his sleeve and ask him to stay was always there, but you were afraid of shattering your treasured relationship with him. After all, it's not like he was going out to party and have fun or anything.

He's doing this for the safety of Mondstat and it's people, you tell yourself, rearranging the pillows to imitate a person embracing you again. Diluc was most likely coming back late again, leaving the space on the bed next to you cold and empty once more. What you wouldn't give to card your fingers through his velvet locks one more time and cup his face with your hands, like an alluring firefly. Oh, he was so dear to you. But did Diluc feel the same way about you? Did he lose feelings for you along the way? There were so many unanswered questions lingering in the air, but you decided to let them hang there like some cruel ornament. A constant reminder of your cowardice, your inability to freely express your opinions in fear of the bitter taste of rejection on your tongue.

Clutching a pillow tighter, you shut your eyes and started to try to think about something else. Being left alone with your thoughts with out anyone to vent them too for too long was dangerous. This has happened countless times, why are you only so affected by it this time? Maybe it was a sign for you to finally confront Diluc. Should you though? Doubts flooded your mind, but you finally had enough and shut them out. By now, it was already the early hours of the morning, and you were sitting down on the couch waiting for your lover to arrive home.

You didn't have to wait much longer before you heard the heavy oak doors creak open, revealing Diluc Ragnvinder in all his Darknight Hero glory. "Oh, you're still awake? I already told you, you need not wait for me to come home." He said, propping his claymore up on the wall. Taking a deep breath, you dug your nails into your thighs and managed to confidently tell him, "I... I want to talk to you. " Caught by surprise, he nodded and took a seat beside you., prompting you to talk. Swallowing, you began, "Could you... Spend more time with me? It feels like you've been... Absent lately, and... yeah. " You chose your words carefully, not wanting to upset him lest it cause an unnecessary argument. Diluc thought it over, and suggested a dinner between just the two of you tomorrow evening. Elated by his suggestion, you agreed, and waited for him to wash up to be in his warm arms again.

By the time you woke up, the bed was empty. Typical. You didn't pay much mind to it this time though, already looking forward to the date you had this evening. The day went by in a blur for you,  doing everything with a skip in your step and your speech slightly more bubbly. Diluc, however,, spent half the day cramped up in his office , approving trades and signing papers. Before he even knew it ,  he was heading over to the Angels' share for his shift , your date completely slipping his mind. About an hour after he got there, a certain blue haired Calvary captain walked in, causing Diluc to internally sigh. What he didn't expect was Kaeya to look at him with widened eyes, as though he was surprised to see Diluc here. "What are you looking at? " "Aren't you supposed to be having dinner with ___ right now? Don't tell me they bailed on you , after how excited they were this afternoon? " That noon, you happened to meet Kaeya at the bar, and you couldn't help but telling him about the dinner you were looking forward to that day.

Diluc stopped in his tracks as if he was frozen in place. The dinner date. He forgot about the dinner date. "Ah, so I guess you really did forget. I pity ___." Not paying attention to his words, Diluc hurriedly asked Charles to cover him and rushed out of the bar faster than he ever had.

Meanwhile, you had been sitting at the dining table for two hours, food going cold. You sat down around five in the evening, not minding that Diluc wasn't there yet. After all, he was a busy man, but he wouldn't forget about this right? You were wrong. Frowning, you ate finish the now stale steak, ignoring the few sympathetic gazes from the passerby maids. "I'm sorry Adeline, but may I trouble you to clear the dishes now? " she nodded, making a move to stack the plates up. You sighed, heading back up into the bedroom and reading a book before going to sleep. You were disappointed, but you couldn't say you were that surprised. Guess you underestimated how bust Diluc was. "Bang! " a loud sound was heard, and you recognised it as the main doors. Quickly descending the stairs, you hurried to see what the commotion was. Who, or what could it possibly be? To your shock , it was Diluc. "I-i'm sorry. Please.. is there any way I can... make it up to you? " he mumbled between heavy breaths. "Slow down, 'luc. Let'sI have a seat first and when you've calmed down we can talk about this." Even though you were more than upset about the events that occurred today, you didn't want your lover collapsing in the middle of the mansion.

"My love. Please forgive me. I know this won't fix the issue, but I-it just slipped my mind. I promise this won't happen again. Please-" You placed your hands on his trembling ones. "Diluc, I'm not really happy about what happened today. I wish I held a higher priority in your life. " "no, this isn't what it's about-" you were about to interrupt but he said, " Dont leave me. I acknowledge my mistake, and I deeply repent for it. I know this won't immediately solve anything, and it won't dissipate your anger towards me, but this apology is all I can offer at the moment. "

"You fill me with inexplicable wonder. since it's human nature to lust after wonder and curiosity, I might just lose my mind if you ever leave me. my life has no purpose without you."

His words made you suck in a breath. Tugging him into a gentle embrace, you told him, "It's okay, 'luc. As long as you know where you went wrong, and promise to never do this again, that's enough for me. Although I would appreciate it if you didn't leave me hanging for two hours straight though. "

You noticed that after this incident, your boyfriend started leaving the estate later and returning earlier. He also regularly scheduled various dates with you often, and made sure he remembered every single one.

[dari-uki]

Genshin Archons lineup :)

[hoeforalbedo]

Giving scara kisses and cuddles! I just wanna cover his face with kisses and see him getting flustrated!

The Stages of Grief

Scaramouche x GN!reader

Warning: Angst to fluff, positivity, optimism, Scara's real name

Summary: Scara's betrayal spirals him into darkness but you shed some light in his world.

1. Shock & Denial

After all three betrayals Kunikuzushi experienced, he was miserable. He couldn't mourn that little boy's death. It couldn't possibly be real. He couldn't accept how fragile a human life can be. Even if external crises are overcame, there are still internal problems that some may never go away. How can they all leave him like that? Was there something he unknowable did? If so, why didn't they tell him so he can fix it. Maybe then his mother, his first friend, and his last would still be with him.

2. Pain & Guilt

Burning down the only reminder of his innocence was in itself the desperation to be strong. He was desperate to forget about all the betrayals. He may have felt guilty for burning a place so special but he could only remember the way promises are broken. The fire burnt all past promises that are long to be forgotten. What he did was make a vow. A vow to never trust anyone again.

3. Anger & Bargaining

For a long time Kuni fell into a deep pit of anger. He burnt his once pure name, telling himself he would no longer be the innocent puppet he was. He is no longer that but he is Scaramouche, the balladeer. Someone strong and powerful. He resented humans and stomped on their feelings. The same feelings he once had and even if he tells himself he no longer bears the same human emotions, they'll always be there.

He doesn't blame himself for everything that happened to him. He blamed the archons, and especially his mother. It was his mother that abandoned him first. The person that should have been there for him. He told himself he doesn't need a mother and doesn't need a god. Maybe if he becomes even more than a god no one will ever leave him. They'll all become loyal and be there for him forever. He tells himself it's fear for respect but deep down, he really just wants to be loved.

4. “Depression”, Reflection, Loneliness

When he obtained his life long goal to gain the gnosis he rightfully deserved, for it to not work on him made him feel lost. If he already achieved the one thing he'd always wanted, what now? He left the only place that accepted him. He's all alone. He's back to being by himself and with no purpose.

5. The Upward Turn

Meeting you was what gave him a spark of life. He saw you as weak. You were always taken advantage of and left broken. He would watch you from the side, crying to yourself but to his surprise, you would wipe the tears away and keep trying. Couldn't you see that the world hates you? So why do you keep going?

Why are you so physically weak but mentally strong? "I only have one life. Why would I waste it on being miserable?" You would tell him. He chuckled darkly to himself. Yet he has a whole eternity and he remains stagnant. Despite not having a taste of death, when he looks at you he would wonder if remaining miserable without gain is worth it.

6. Reconstruction & Working Through

The one step of his life for the best was choosing you. You are the taste of his inspiration. He has found someone he loves and of course the lingering feeling of fear is still there. He understands that you are fragile and that your time is limited. He's afraid to lose you and he wants to experience life with you.

The once vengeful puppet's new goal is to feel life. "Life is full of ups and downs. Do you want to stay down there forever or be up there?" You would tell him optimistically.

"But I'm scared Y/N."

"You have a whole eternity to do whatever you want but I don't so I'm going to do whatever the fuck I want. Geez no wonder you're so short. You're always so down."

"You take that back!"

"You want to experience life together? I think it's time you experience the life of freedom."

Scara hesitates. He's always had a purpose, a mission and a life of freedom is so foreign but with you he'd be willing to do anything. Humans are so interesting.

7. Acceptance & Hope

The rays of gold streams into the bedroom, shining a light on both you and Scaramouche. You whine and snuggle into Scara's chest. "Wake up you sleepyhead. It's already late."

You look up at him with a pout, "But I'm comfy."

"I'm going to push you off the bed," He threatens to which your hold on him tightens. He's just saying that but he really doesn't mean it. He doesn't plan on letting go of his hold on your waist.

You're laying on top of him and he goes to stroke your hair. "We have to get up soon. The Inazuma Festival is already starting." You twirl his hair in your fingers with a hum.

"Your mother can wait." Both of you lay in comfortable silence.

"I can't believe I'm going to see her again," He whispers.

"I'm so proud of you Scaramoochie," You grin. Scara pushes you off to the side.

"Ew don't call me that!"

You giggle. "Okay but seriously I mean it."

"I know. Thank you."

"Can't wait to see you brag about your body count," You smirk.

"We will not discuss that! I will be kicked out the moment I say a single word about that!"

"I'm just joking!"

"Joking my ass," He scoffs. You hush him and peck his lips. As you pulled back, he chased your lips, capturing them in his. "I love you," He mumbles.

"I love you for eternity."

[tb3ih]

A GRIEVING HEART (pt. 3), kamisator ayato/reader.

SYNOPSIS... so it would seem there's a bit of eternity left in us all OR KAMISATO AYATO could never begin to understand the change that is love.

⋆ warnings, kamisato ayato & fem-presenting!reader, gentle angst, hehe in-laws, THE CHILD (sora), introduction of reader's family, + comfort for once :) [making a part 4 bc i want a better happy ending tbh]

⋆ notes, thinking about how i was just sobbing my eyes out to 'nobody gets me' by sza for no reason

⋆ tags! @stellakito @iiyumii @neverlandlostchild @hotgirlshit5 @jureminha @yunniemai1 @iamnotobsessed @irisxiel @lumpywolf @mrs-heelshire @kunikuzushisbeloved @pineapplesneedrights @kiyoomiwo @hyunromi @simplyhumanlol @esthelily @chiisananingen @xxevil-pleasurexx @eclevx @jcrml @xiaosonlybeloved @lightoftheamethyst

"WHAT is the meaning of this?!" of the elders slams the paper in his hand down hard on the table, expression incredulous, as if you had asked to give up the entirety of the clan's assets (which you weren't). "this is... preposterous!"

you remain calm sipping your milk tea, not allowing your expression of indifference to waver once. if your mother had taught you anything about being a matriarch, it was that remaining calm out of spite left you on the higher end of the negotiation.

you meet the eyes of every elder in the room, most have begun to break out in protests but one, in particular, remains calm and amused. her violet irises are unmistakable behind her cloak disguise and her interest moves you to continue. "are you all finished?"

this causes a sudden silence to settle over the room, all the attention now brought back to you. "you all seem to have forgotten who the matriarch of this clan is," you begin, eyes narrowed at the highest sitting elder in particular. "perhaps the years i took to raise my daughter in another estate gave you all the opportunity to think that even for one second this clan was yours to do what you pleased?"

"who was it that forged the non-aggression agreement with the tenryou commission? hm? who saved the clan from an investigation by the kanjou commission because some elders seemed to confuse business expenses with fraud?" you take a deep breath, voice still calm. "who spent years suffering through a loveless marriage simply to redeem the image of our entire clan and remain in the favor of the almighty shogun?"

your eyes tear across the elders' expressions, taking in the varying complexions of nervousness and frustration. "if any of you think for even a moment to question my claim to the hayashi clan, then i extend you all the invitation to make your case..." your eyes settle on the head elder. "or keep your mouths shut."

slow clapping emerges from the back of the room, the cloaked figure coming to stand and making her way to the front of the room. there's satisfaction in her eyes when she meets yours. "ara ara, it would seem you have truly grown up, little heiress," she muses. upon recognition, everyone bows their head in greeting.

"t-the elders of the hayashi clan greet the raiden shogun, almighty ruler of the city of eternity." no one dares to raise their head early.

raiden ei waves her hand in dismissal, putting everyone around the room at ease from their greetings. you bow your head, greeting your old teacher. "ei-sensei."

"what is this about marriage troubles i hear?" she turns to examine the expressions of the rest of the elders. "i may not have personal experience in the matter, but i'm sure it's old law to 'do unto him what any man has done you wrong', no?"

nobody in the room offers their thoughts, none looking to speak up before their great ruler. "hm? you all were so enthusiastic earlier to argue authority, why do you all hold your tongues now?"

the first elder speaks up. "i-it's not that we were... questioning authority, your excellence, j-just that perhaps we shouldn't jump to the most extreme of measures... as divorce is..."

"extreme? unfavorable? unadvantageous?" raiden ei hums amusedly to herself, turning to face you, her violet irises sparkling with intelligence. "i would say agreeing to an arranged marriage simply to satiate the greed of clan elders is a little extreme, no?"

you smile at that. "i concur."

the shogun turns to face the rest of the elders in the room. "you all may be the elders of the clan but i don't believe it to be very wise to question the judgement of the hayashi heiress, after all, i'm sure you all enjoy your own personal luxuries which would not have been possible if not for the sacrifice of your beloved matriarch."

looking at the room full of elders, you supposed it didn't hurt to come back home after all these years.

"if loss has taught me one thing," ei begins, coming to stand next to you at the balcony overlooking the sea. "it is that a grieving heart is the most unwelcoming of change."

the wind blows quietly as the sun begins to settle on the city, soft indigo and violet beginning to waltz into the skies. you suppose it's around the evening hour when sora will be returning home from her tutor lessons. "is grief something the raiden ei is familiar with?"

her smile is faint, but she hums lightly. "more than i wish to be." you remember hearing about her sister makoto, and how the loss brought her to retire to the plane of euthymia. "i may not be able to fight your battles, but i wish you eternal courage. she touches your arm lightly and small purple arcs of electro appear to gather where your skin meets hers.

your vision hums where it rests above the plane of your breasts, responsive to its giver. you bow, "the matriarch of the hayashi clan bids farewell to the almighty shogun."

and then you're watching as a pair of guards escort her from the estate, the evening breeze beginning to embrace you.

your mother used to lull you to sleep with stories of her younger days, the adventures, and the thrill. you remember how fixated you were on the tales of father courting her, all the gifts, dramatic proposals, and gloriously embarrassing serenades. the thought of your mother's many rejections has you chuckling to yourself as you watch the sky shift in rosy hues.

"oh, the things love will bring you to do..." she'd say wistfully, kissing you on your temple before bidding you goodnight.

and every night, your father would be waiting by the door, ready to welcome your mother into his arms as they waltzed to retire to their own bedroom for the night, nothing short of enamor in their eyes.

the wind tickles your eyes when you cry and you allow your posture to fold in on itself, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself.

and you weep.

because maybe you wished to be loved a little too.

part 1 ! | part 2 ! | part 4 ! | part 5 ! (still in progress)

© tb3ih mmxxiii all rights reserved.

[meru90]

hc that haitham was a lil blushy mess😣and then 🗿🗿

[tsismo50]

Hey hey heyyyyyy I'm back and will definitely be gone again lol

[3raqhca]

i just found one of the best lyney smuts on wattpad, my head is dizzy after reading that 😭 here’s the link if anyone even sees this.