#kamisato ayato imagines

[bboricha]

happy birthday ayato💞

➳ pairings: arranged marriage!kamisato ayato x virgin wife fem!reader ➳ wc: 1.8k ➳ cw: not proofread, fingering, squirting, unprotected, breeding if u squint, marking, mentions of "traditional" wife roles, arranged marriage, size kink if u squint, lmk if i've missed any! ➳ synopsis: you married the yashiro commissioner a little less than a year ago.

it was arranged, of course. you were always told ever since you were a kid that it would be your duty to get married and to be a good wife for your husband, taking lessons on embroidery, cooking, cleaning, and even more—you were prepared for marriage, but it seems ayato didn’t share the same sentiment.

when you first got married to him, he never showed any sign of displeasure, nor did he actually resist this arrangement. but he also never acted like a husband towards you. you didn’t even consummate your marriage! you remember that night so vividly, you were waiting in your room after your wedding ceremony, dolled up with beautiful lingerie to match, but he never showed up. you waited and waited even until the sun had risen, and it was only then did the tears come out of humiliation. his message was obvious and you weren’t one to ignore what he was saying, but you also didn’t want to create a bad relationship between you two.

despite the shame you felt, you bit your tongue and tried to at least be civil with him. it’s not as if he was actually mean to you, he just had no interest in actually making your marriage feel… well, like a marriage. and you knew that, you knew that all too well, but it was the moments when he would wipe the sweat off your brow after you helped thoma clean the estate, when you would bring him a coffee at night while he was still hard at work and he would ask you to join him for a little break—it was the little things that he did that make your heart flutter despite there being no romantic intent behind his words and actions. and so you, perhaps stupidly, ended up falling for him. it gave you hope that maybe you can make your marriage into a real one.

so when his birthday came around this year, you were determined to do something special for him. it was the least you could do, especially considering that he saw it in him to do something for yours as well, even if it was just a gift (although expensive), you were still touched. it would only be right of you to do something for him, right? asking thoma and ayaka to assist, you made sure his schedule would be clear for the day. making him only his favorite foods and his favorite boba, taking him to ritou to show him a new bookstore you thought he’d like, ending the day by taking him to a hotel you’ve booked for the night and giving your gift to him.

you both sat on the tatami floor as you pulled out the special shogi set you’ve commissioned just for him. you knew how much he enjoyed playing shogi—even if he does play most of the time with his back facing the board—you thought that he’d appreciate a nicer shogi set than the one he’s been using. he traces his hand against the pearly white pieces, accented with a touch of blue, and he smiles fondly. you’re just so sweet to him. a good wife, all for him. he just has to reward your behavior, doesn’t he?

he reaches out to you, pushing a strand of hair out of your face and you blush in response. he chuckles a bit, you’re a pretty little thing, aren’t you? he pulls you in for a kiss, the first once since the two of you have gotten married, and you already feel your head getting a little foggy. you can feel his tongue prodding at your lips and you let him in, feeling his soft lips get hotter and hotter with each kiss. he pulls away momentarily before lifting you up, bringing you to the king sized bed. he trails kissing along your neck to your exposed collarbone, leaving a few marks along the way as your breathing begins to get heavy. he gets rid of your pesky kimono, baring your body to him as he takes in the sight. it was truly unfortunate that he had to be so stubborn in the earlier stages of your marriage—if only he got to see this sight sooner, maybe you would’ve been pregnant by now with the heir to the kamisato clan. 

you whine for him to continue kissing you and he obliges, playing with your breast as he rolls your nipple against his gloved fingers. he pulls away again, removing his gloves with his teeth and promptly presses his lips against yours, massaging his bare hand across your stomach, towards your cunt. you jump in surprise when you feel his calloused fingers against your clit, softly rubbing figure eights.

“tell me,” he says in between kisses, his voice quiet, “what is it that you want me to do…?” he watches as your eyes widen at the question, your hand tugging at his jacket.

“i’m yours, so…” you avert your eyes, embarrassed by what you’re about to say next, “please do as you like…” he smiles at your obedience, completely satisfied by your answer. he couldn’t have a wife more perfect than you, and it was about time he rewarded your patience.

he presses his fingers on your entrance, feeling how wet you became with just a few kisses. it was wrong of him, he supposes, to keep you waiting for so long. but it’s alright, he’ll make it up to you tonight. he pushes a finger in as it slides in easily and you moan, it’s just one finger, but it’s already more than what you’ve been doing to yourself for the past several months, you can just imagine how he would feel inside you entirely. he takes your other nipple into his mouth and pops in another finger, caressing them skillfully against your walls and you cum. you’re shocked, embarrassed, even. because yes, you are a virgin, but you’ve also never came with just penetration before, let alone this quickly, but ayato seems to have other thoughts. he feels the last bit of his chivalrous nature snap when he saw you cum just from two of his fingers and he needs to take you now. 

he makes quick work of his clothes and tosses them somewhere on the floor of your hotel room, discarded and forgotten. you feel his head prodding at your hole and you’re surprised by the sheer size of his length. you were simultaneously scared and needy—you’ve never taken in anything more than two or three of your own tiny, thin fingers—you weren’t quite sure how ayato was planning on fitting inside of you. he sees your hesitation and worries, and god, you’re just so adorable, it was turning him on even more. he just wants to absolutely ruin you, to make sure you check out tomorrow morning with his seed deeply sowed in you, dripping out onto your thighs as you squeeze them together to keep it inside of you.

he kisses your temple gently, telling you to not worry, that he’ll take care of you as he pushes his cock in slowly, making you focus even more on the stretch. when he bottoms out, you feel so, so full, and you’re just so sensitive, considering you came not too long ago. he groans against the crook of your neck at how tight you are, fitting around him like a glove. you’re just absolutely perfect for him, the way you hug his cock so nicely, he’s sure to get addicted. he’s just concerned that one night at this hotel might not be enough.

he begins thrusting into you, his strokes long, fast, and hard, making you moan so loud that the entire floor is bound to hear you. he always wondered what kind of noises you would’ve made, and they truly don’t compare to the real thing. he ponders on his regrets again before putting his attention back on you, moving to lick and suckle at any part of your body, throwing in a couple of bites here and there to mark you up officially as his. marks that he will have to remake every couple of days to make sure that they’ll always be there, always claiming you as his. he hits one specific spot that has stars swimming before your eyes, making you tighten against his cock, leaving a creamy white ring around him. he smirks, focusing his ministrations there and letting his hand roam towards your puffy clit, abusing the tiny nub as you’re brought to your second orgasm of the night, squirting slick against ayato’s abdomen.

you’re ashamed, thinking you’ve wet yourself as you go to cover your face with your hand, pushing ayato away with the other as he coos at you, telling you that it was cute, to not worry as he pushes your chest towards the bedding, raising your ass instead so he can enter from behind. he grabs your arms, pulling on them as he resumes thrusting into you, hitting even deeper than before and you can’t help but cry. it’s so, so much for your tiny, messy cunt that you’re just so overwhelmed by this new sensation, but it’s also so… so good. your head is spinning and ayato lets go of your arms, letting you fall onto the bed as he hugs your tiny frame from behind, feeling his toned chest flush against your back. it’s so intimate this way—never would you have imagined when you first got married to him that you both would be in this position now. his thrusts are getting erratic and he pushes a hand on your lower back, making your arch at an angle that allows the head of his length to kiss the tip of your womb with each thrust perfectly.

“i’m close,” he says breathily into your ear as you take a moment to process that he’s said something.

“w—wait—” you try to speak up, but suddenly he stills, his cock fully submerged as you feel something warm flooding inside you.

“we’re a married couple,” he reminds you, “shouldn’t this be the only way?”

after a few moments, he pulls out, some of his seed spilling out of you much to his displeasure as he turns you around, plunging his fingers in to fuck his cum inside of you and you scream. a taut knot quickly forms in your lower stomach and is just as quick to snap as you cum all over his hand. when he doesn’t take them out immediately, you gently push at his wrist and try to pull yourself away from him in hopes for a little bit of rest, but to no avail. he cages you against the wall, pushing in his already hardened cock again as he whispers something into your ear, but you’re too far gone to catch what he’s saying.

➳ an: what did he say? 👁

[hanilessa]

» :、♡  YOUR ATTENTION

` Summary: You pay a lot of attention to your newborn child, and your husband has only to watch it jealousy. He lacks your attention.

` Includes: Diluc, Kaeya, Kamisato Ayato, Thoma x fem!reader

` Genre: fluff, romance, hints of jealousy

` Author’s notes: likes, replies and reblogs are greatly appreciated <3 my inbox is open for your requests! feel free to text me if you want to request headcanons or drabble. :3

part one! part two!

DILUC

Everyone knows that Diluc is quiet, assembled and calm. Always and in all situations. He rarely shows his real emotions to strangers. Because he doesn't trust them.

You've always been amazed at how differently he can behave with different people. And how "other" he is next to you.

Yes, he's calm and assembled too, expresses confidence and aristocracy, but when you're next to him, he becomes gentle and affectionate, ready to bathe you in love and care.

Therefore, when you have a son, it's difficult for him to ask you to pay attention to him too, given his calm nature. He feels very awkward, realizing that taking care of a child requires a lot of responsibility.

And he will be silent, watching in silence how gently and reverently you hold your son in your arms, singing a beautiful lullaby to him.

The sound of your voice makes Diluc feel very sleepy, and he also wants to get a little of your caress, falling asleep on your lap.

You will be surprised how clingy he becomes when you put your son to bed and Diluc immediately pulls you into his arms.

"Did you miss me?" Your voice and laughter flow like a pleasant melody in his ears, and the man relaxes, getting all your attention to himself.

"Yes. Can we spend today together?" Diluc's words sound pleading, as if he hasn't seen or felt you next to him for ages. And it was unbearable.

Taking advantage of the fact that his son has finally fallen asleep, Diluc leads you to living room, where you both can relax and enjoy each other's company.

As soon as you're in his arms, your son's loud crying startles you, and you look at your husband excitedly, preparing to rush to the nursery to comfort your child.

But Diluc only shakes his head, and a sly smile appears on his lips — not characteristic of him. Your knees are shaking.

"Don't worry, my love, the maids will take care of him. And you have to take care of me."

You think that sometimes he looks like Kaeya with his cunning tricks. But you nod, calming down, when the baby stops crying.

Now, please give him your affection and love, which he missed so much.

KAEYA

Kaeya is the exact opposite of his stepbrother. He is cocky, cunning, and very charming.

He loves to tease you and doesn't miss any opportunity to do so. Regardless of place, time and circumstance. He has nothing to be ashamed of, because in this way he shows his affection for you.

When your daughter is born, Kaeya's heart becomes soft and light, he no longer wants to tease or joke. He wants to show care for his child through gentleness.

But, when all your attention goes only to your daughter, the man feels a slight insecurity. Have you lost interest in him because he stopped teasing you?

All your attention is directed to your daughter, and Kaeya would be a liar if he said that he didn't understand why this was happening.

Your child is an angel in the flesh, so you're constantly next to her.

You're completely enchanted with your baby, which is why you haven't paid attention to your husband for a long time. And Kaeya doesn't intend to take it anymore.

He suddenly takes his daughter from your arms, and you let out a frightened squeak. He came up with a brilliant plan to get your attention and tease you in the process.

"Can I hold my daughter in my arms too?" You recognize your lover's signature smirk and pout your lips when he smiles slyly, realizing that your attention now belongs entirely to him.

He will laugh, circling with his daughter in his arms, while you, with an annoyed and worried face, will run after him.

You know that Kaeya is careful and won't let anything happen to your daughter while he's fooling around like that.

Your baby is in his reliable and strong embrace, so relax a little and rest with him.

"You have such a funny face, Y/n!"

And right now, it's more than enough for Kaeya to see your cute, funny face when he's around you and your daughter.

You're so funny and sweet when he teases you, which is why he's so happy to feel that excitement again and see the look of your embarrassed face, so keep keeping your attention on him.

KAMISATO AYATO

As the head of Kamisato Clan, Ayato is constantly busy with various important matters. He doesn't have much time to give you his attention. And because of this, he blames himself very much in this.

You don't blame him, realizing that he has a big responsibility, and humbly wait until he's free in the evening after work.

And while you're waiting for your husband, you spend most of your time around your newborn daughter. You used to have a lot of free time, but now you're constantly busy taking care of your child

So when Ayato realizes that he's tired and needs to be near you and rest, he gets a little disappointed when he sees that you're busy taking care of your daughter.

Ayato is a gentleman and will never insist that you give your attention to him immediately. He will wait.

Sure, he understands that the wait is always long and painful, but when you receive your prize after a long wait, it's always very sweet and exciting, isn't it?

If he really wants your unquestioning attention here and now, he will ask Ayaka to look after your baby.

He knew that you couldn't refuse his sister such a request, so your husband always took advantage of this weakness of yours.

When your child is in Ayaka's arms, you immediately find yourself in Ayato's arms, and the man winks at his sister in satisfaction, making you frown slightly.

Don't make that face! You know very well that he needs your attention, and now he takes what belongs to him.

You and he are alone in his office, and Ayato can let out a sigh of relief as you stop resisting his embrace and relax too.

"Are you doing this to avoid your job?" You ask slyly, teasing your husband.

He just chuckles and takes your face in his hands.

"No, my dear, I'm doing this to get your attention." He finishes talking and your lips meet his in a kiss.

Be with him now, hug him, kiss him, and he will also be with you, he will hug you and kiss you. He will give you his attention too.

THOMA

It's safe to say that Thoma is very economic and hardworking. The Kamisato estate is led by him, he confidently does his work.

This work brings him pleasure, communication with Ayaka and Ayato is very valuable to him. But sometimes he can get tired too, want your affection and care.

You're also a hardworking person, constantly busy with something, so you both rarely get to spend time together. And when your son was born, you had even less time.

Your husband was constantly at his work, and you were always busy taking care of the child, so you hardly noticed that Thoma really lacked your attention.

But speaking of Thoma, when he came home, he wanted your affection and attention, but you just smiled at him, holding your son in your arms, while he falls asleep.

The man lowers his eyebrows sadly, trying to make the cutest look he could. He was so sweet in that moment and you really couldn't resist it.

You asked Thoma to wait a little while you put your son in the cradle, making the man's eyes light up with sincere happiness.

He's very clingy when the two of you spend time together. Thoma loves to lay his head on your lap and enjoy the way you gently touch his hair with your hands.

"Let's take a break today from our duties and spend this beautiful day together." He says, and you understand that he really missed you and your attention.

You nod tiredly but happily and lead the man into the living room, where you both sit on the couch.

"Okay. Then tell me about how Ayato-sama and Ayaka-sama are doing. I want to visit them when I have free time."

"They will be very glad to see you, honey." Thoma nods and wraps his arms around you, resting his head on your shoulder.

For now, the two of you can relax, enjoying each other's company, and later visit Ayaka and Ayato with your child.

[tihgnari]

ꕤ 45. wedding of the century

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — its not march 26th here anymore but still happy birthday ayato :'> SEE told u guys ill update hihi / tuxedos*

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[scaranation]

༊*·˚ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒’ 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐓

header art by @/kkaags on twitter

Pairing: chess captain!Ayato x reader

Content: fluff, headcannons, modern high school au, ayato is slightly a red flag on this one

You joined the chess club as a newcomer to the game, where Ayato introduces himself as a fellow beginner. You think he's just terrible at chess - after all, how could he lose to you so often? However, as time goes on, you begin to question if you're the one who's been playing into his hands all this time...

a/n - was just rereading ayato lore and remembered he plays chess, so i wanted to write about him doing it in a modern chess setting where he's absolutely whipped for the reader 😭 i cant stop writing about desperate genshin men im so sorry

chess captain!ayato, who’s been harbouring a small crush on you ever since you stepped foot in campus. despite taking different classes, you’d always be the centre of his attention, even if you rarely interacted with him.

chess captain!ayato, who’s elated to see you join the club. the moment you confess to being a beginner, he flashed you a smile before asserting that he, too, was new to the game.

chess captain!ayato, who revelled in the gleeful look on your face whenever you won a game against him. he’d take care to fumble right into your victory each time, just to feel his heart flutter when you smiled.

chess captain!ayato, who’d play exactly as you wanted when you tried book moves for the first time. oh, you were attempting a scholar’s mate? he’d ‘accidentally’ fall right into the trap, feigning shock as you smugly pushed your queen to F7.

chess captain!ayato, who ignored the incredulous looks everyone else shot him when he blundered his way through every game with you. as a highly accomplished player - winning all the tournaments he competed in - it certainly was a sight to see the kamisato ayato open with pawn to H4.

chess captain!ayato, who would only play at his true level when you weren’t looking. his favourite hobby was to push the worst move possible and watch your thinly veiled happiness as you won yet again, pretending to be annoyed when you teased him for his ‘stupidity’.

chess captain!ayato, who would leave ayaka to run the club as his vice captain whenever he was busy in a game with you. he enjoyed the expression on your face as you thought, the light twitching of your lips to murmur ghostly syllables to yourself. he liked to imagine how those lips would feel on his.

chess captain!ayato, who would desperately try to prevent you from realising he wasn’t exactly as bad as you thought he was. when you were talking to your friends about how absolutely hopeless he was at chess, he’d shoot them a silencing look to staunch their shocked expressions. if you tried to look up previous records from tournaments, you’d somehow find yourself in conversation with him and forget about what you were doing entirely.

chess captain!ayato, who’d nod eagerly and let you ‘coach’ him in chess. he’d smile so delicately as you bid him good luck before a tournament, whilst everyone else idly wondered why on earth the feared ayato would need help to be reminded of piece value.

chess captain!ayato, who’d be too immersed to notice you if you walked in on him playing a proper game. you’d be stunned at the way his fingers gracefully snapped the pieces into position without hesitation, the subtle clink of lacquered wood against the board reasonating through the room as he claimed piece after piece. he was nothing like the foolish, impulsive player you’d versed countless other times.

chess captain!ayato, who’d study his opponents with an almost terrifying look of sheer calculation. his eyes would skim emotionlessly over the board, lithe hands almost flying between the pieces and the timer. occasionally, a cold smirk or two would escape - indicative of his incoming victory.

chess captain!ayato, who’d look so wounded when you found out - acting like you’d caught him cheating on your non-existent relationship. you’d only feel embarrassed at having thought you were better than this absolute menace of a player, whilst he apologised time and time again before (timidly) asking you to play one more round.

chess captain!ayato, who’d then offer to properly teach you outside of school hours. of course, he didn’t view them as tutoring sessions - he saw them as dates. or, perhaps, just opportunities for him to admire your face until he reached the stage of his plan where he could ask you out, and you’d be too equally infatuated to refuse.

Checkmate.

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[scaranoiia]

MORE THAN A FEELING.

pairing: kamisato ayato x fem!reader

genre: fluff, light angst, suggestive, could be anxiety inducing

word count: 1,941

cw/tw: reader is referred to as a woman and has breasts, reader is a commoner compared to ayato, established hidden relationship, domestic!ayato, lots of petnames, slight bullying, ayato gets taken advantage of

“Just one kiss won’t hurt, Mr. Kamisato.” — reader ventures out in the night to find her lover after he failed to return home early from a business event.

Dating Ayato had its downfalls. As if being in a secret relationship wasn’t hard enough, you were stuck on the sidelines always watching him court other women to fancy dinner events and meetings when needed. You knew you weren’t enough in the high-class men’s eyes to court Ayato yourself, and maybe that’s why he never bothered to ask you. It’s as if you were a nobody compared to him and his business partners. But he never treated you as someone less than he was. Just the others did. And when he came home at nightfall, you were safe in his arms, wrapped in his comforting sheets, listening to the crashing of the waves outside of the estate. 

However, this particular night was different. Ayato had gone out to an event and promised to return as early as he could. Yet it was nearing eleven o’clock and he was nowhere to be seen yet. You had wandered outside multiple times within the past hour to check down the trails, but there was still no sight of him anywhere. Growing worried, you had asked a few of the guards around. Nothing though. The better decision would’ve been to head inside and wait another hour or so, but other plans had come to mind when you felt like something was wrong. 

You found yourself in Chinju Forest, then your home, Konda Village, and you began to grow tired. Walking to the city wasn’t a good idea at night, especially with no one to protect yourself. But you needed to find Ayato. You needed to know he was okay. 

You were a short way from Komore Teahouse, hoping to find Thoma there to see if he knew anything about your partner’s whereabouts. Except, it was eleven at night. Thoma was no doubt asleep. There was no way you could disturb him at this time. And so you kept wandering farther into the city. 

There was total silence. The vendors and shops were all closed up for the night. There was no one there to talk to, no one to ask questions to, no one to help you find your way around, no one to help you find your Ayato. And now you were lost. You were fucking lost. In the middle of a city with only the moon to light your way. 

If you passed the bridge, there’d be guards there. Maybe you could speak to one of them. But they didn’t know. They didn’t know about your relationship with the commissioner and they wouldn’t believe you if you were to tell them either. You were beginning to grow hopeless. Why did you venture out here? How could you have been so stupid? 

Sudden talking made you snap your head towards the bridge. You rushed there. It surely sounded like Ayato’s voice, but you couldn’t be sure until you got closer. When you passed over the bridge and continued walking up the steps, your heart stopped once you reached the top. 

Ayato was there. But he was hand-in-hand with some woman and she was looking at him rather too fondly for your liking. You noticed other businessmen and women around, and you also took notice of Ayato’s guards. The thought of being safe with his guards vanished when you heard the woman next to Ayato speak. 

“Just one kiss won’t hurt, Mr. Kamisato.” 

“I must be getting home now. It is late. I have someone waiting for me there,” he replies to her. He removes his hand from her grasp a bit harshly and she visibly steps back before reaching up to put a hand against his chest. Your eyebrows furrowed immediately. What was she going to do? 

A loud gasp slips past your lips when she tries leaning in to kiss him and both of their heads, along with the other businessmen and guards, snap their heads towards you. When Ayato’s eyes lock with your tear-filled ones, his expression falls sullen. 

“My love-,” he takes a step forward and the woman next to him sneers before grabbing onto his arm. 

“Love? You cannot possibly be in love with a commoner, Mr. Kamisato. Look at her,” she chuckles rudely and Ayato’s eyes darken as he rips his arm away from her. 

“Keep your hands off of me. Guards!” He calls out. And the woman is being dragged away while sputtering about you and Ayato. You gulp loudly as all eyes are on you now, even more than before. Ayato steps forward, but you’re frozen. 

“Mr. Kamisato, this is rather a big surprise,” a tall man with perfectly styled hair gently grabs his shoulder. 

“A surprise that is quite frankly none of your business, Mr. Fukuda. Now, if you all will excuse us,” Ayato steps forward to grab your hand before guiding you down the stairs. You feel ashamed. And so, so embarrassed. Angry too. How dare that woman try to kiss him after he refused her offer? You were growing more and more upset as Ayato tightened his grip on your hand and kept walking. Your body was trailing behind him with each big step he was taking and you could hear his guards behind you trying to catch up to you both. You knew you messed up by going there tonight, but if you hadn’t shown up and caused a scene, would she have kissed him? Would he have pushed her away? You were stuck, upset even. The thought of him being taken advantage of all because he’s of high wealth had crushed your heart. You wondered if this had happened before. 

“I’m sorry you had to see that,” he says softly. Your eyes flicker up to his face and you just stare for a little bit. “That was the third time I’ve been stuck with her. She certainly doesn’t take any sort of refusal for an answer,” he huffs and kicks a small stone as you continue walking. 

“Has she done that before?” You ask quietly. 

“Done what before?” 

“Tried to kiss you?” 

You dreaded his answer. Why did you even ask this question? 

“She’s gotten close. The last time I had to court her, she almost kissed my cheek when we were sitting at the conference table. I stood up and excused myself to leave just in time,” he says. 

“Oh,” a quiet, almost pathetic, chuckle sounds past your lips, “I understand.” 

“You’re upset,” he says lowly, his eyes looking into yours for a brief moment. 

“What gave it away? The tears or can you just feel it?” You say bitterly. 

“My love,” he says softly, “I have never let another woman touch me in the ways you do. I will never allow that to happen. I stand by that.” 

“I believe you, Ayato. It’s just the thought of someone taking advantage of you like that really hurts me,” your voice cracks, but you remember to pull yourself together because his guards are right behind you both. 

“Well, we won’t have to worry about that anymore. We’ll be courting each other properly from here on out,” he says firmly, his hand giving yours a gentle squeeze. That last sentence alone is enough to make your throat close up. 

“Mr. Kamisato, you surely need to think about this-,” 

Ayato stops in his tracks and turns around to face his guards, specifically the one who spoke. “I feel I’ve done enough thinking recently, Mr. Nomura. My decision is final. If someone apart of the commission dare to say something about me doing what is right, there will be consequences. That’s final. Now, we’re almost to Chinju forest. You all may back down for tonight. I’ll be bringing her back to the estate with me and an announcement will be made tomorrow, be expecting it.” 

“Yes, Mr. Kamisato.” All five guards bow to him before turning to bow to you. You notice Ayato smirk before he straightens his face and turns back to continue walking with you. 

When you get to the estate, Ayato guides you to his bedroom immediately. You stand still, watching him, your mind and heart racing so quickly that you think they’ll explode any minute. When you attempt to collect your thoughts, you step closer to him. 

“You didn’t think to ask me how I felt before saying that to your guards?” You ask when he sits down at his desk. 

“Our guards,” he corrects you. 

“Ayato, baby, I- I don’t know if I’m ready for our relationship to go public. Surely there’s going to talk around the island about me, about us, and-” 

“And I will simply execute anyone who dares speak ill of you, my love.” 

“It’s not that simple! Word is most definitely going to reach Lady Kokomi all the way in Watatsumi Island, so you know everyone will be talking about us.” 

“Why, does that bother you? I have islanders talking about me day and night, year-round,” he argues. 

“I haven’t ever experienced that. I wasn’t bred into wealth like you were. I’m just a commoner, Ayato,” you say defeatedly. 

“You are not just a commoner. You are mine, [Name]. And I promised to protect you with my life from day one and I will do so. I understand that you’re nervous and scared, but you will be with me more often, I will protect you. My guards will always be there to protect you. I promise,” he takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumbs soothingly over your knuckles as your eyes grow teary, “my love, I couldn’t bare to live with myself if I let someone hurt you.” 

“Okay,” you say quietly, your eyes looking into his before he holds your hips and pulls you closer to him. You wrap your arms around his neck and sniffle. 

“I will take tomorrow off so we can have the day together and then make the announcement the day after, alright?” He says softly. You nod before he gently wipes a fallen tear off the apple of your cheek. 

“I love you,” you tell him. 

“I love you too, precious. Now, let’s get ready for bed, yeah?” His hands give your hips a gentle squeeze before they’re moving up to pull at the ribbon securing your robe. When he pulls your robe apart, you drop your arms to your sides so he can let your robe fall to the floor. His fingers undo the fastening of your shorts and they’re soon joining your robe. “Turn for me, love.” 

You do so and then feel his fingers wrap around the clips of your bra, and he’s sliding the straps down your arms seconds later. He stands up behind you and his arms wrap around your waist, his chin resting on your shoulder. A soft kiss is placed on your jaw and you smile fondly before turning around in his arms. 

“Your turn, master,” you say softly before giggling. 

“Don’t excite me,” he chuckles. You giggle again and reach to push his jacket off, setting it on his chair behind him before untying the ribbons on his vest. He helps you remove his vest and then his robe and gloves. Your fingers swiftly unbutton his slacks and you unzip the zipper before kneeling to pull them down his legs. Your eyes focus on getting his feet out of the leg holes and then you look up at him, your hands find themselves resting on his thighs before you cheekily slide your fingertips underneath his boxers. 

“Are you looking to start something, love?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts and you nibble on your lip. 

“It has been a while,” you say quietly. 

“Let’s get to bed then." 

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[halcyon-writings]

- 2:28

you look peaceful with your head in his lap. your breathes coming in and out evenly as you rest.

it almost distracts ayato from the bandages that peak out beneath your clothing. a hand distractedly threading through your hair; the gloves he removed because he wanted to make sure you were really alright (that you were really in front of him).

the bandages no longer were the pristine white. pinks slowly joining it, his eyebrows furrow, he would have to see to them being changed soon.

you shift slightly in your sleep and his hand stills. he did not wish to wake you, and slowly his tense form relaxes as your breaths even out once more, your chest rising and falling like normal.

the sliding door opens, and thoma quietly enters the room.

“the investigation team has returned, milord,” he begins, “lady ayaka is greeting them now, but shall I have them report in the morning?”

at this ayato shakes his head, gently easing your head onto the soft pillows and from his lap so that he may stand. his hand lingers at the side of your face before he pulls away. his coat now draped over his shoulders, now squared and tense.

“that won’t be necessary, thoma, I will see them in a moment. and you have made the necessary preparations for both my sister and ___?”

wordlessly, thoma nods. as the head of the clan’s tone left no room for anything otherwise.

the retainer of the kamisatos has learned to school his reactions with clear indifference, most of the time it was due to his lord’s antics and jokes, the rest happening as he grew accustomed to inazuma and its culture. however it was in rare moments of seriousness like this, he still couldn’t help but nearly shudder.

just before he exits the room, thoma manages a glimpse at his eyes.

the eyes of his lord glimmer dangerously. for just a moment, thoma couldn’t help but feel the slightest bit of pity for the person who had hurt you in order to get to ayato.

(seeing the cool facade of his almost break as you had returned to ayato barely conscious, before collapsing before him, his expression blank but his eyes stormy and desperate, thoma knew that ayato was already planning on some form of comeuppance for the party responsible).

the moon illuminates the sky briefly, and the sounds of crickets chirping remind thoma of how late it was. regardless, he sets the basket of bandages and other medical supplies, and gets to work at giving you fresh bandages.

[swiftsalchemy]

kamisato ayato x fem!reader “under the snow”

— uses of feminine titles, pronouns, & descriptors — just a short little winter-time imagine for our fav hyrdo man <3

IT WAS NOT EVERY DAY THAT LORD KAMISATO AYATO WAS SEEN STROLLING AROUND INAZUMA. But today, it seems, was an exception for the head of the Kamisato Clan. He had his rumored lover at his side, who excitedly chatted with the man as they walked. Though from afar it looked like they were barely touching, however, up close one could see that the man just barely had his hand wrapped around the girl's arm. Holding her close, but still giving the woman room.

"Y/N, dear, where are you taking me-?" Ayato asked quietly, glancing down at his beloved with his light purple eyes. They had been walking all through the snow-covered Inazuma City, after Y/N had begged the poor man to ditch the paperwork for once in his life.

"Just be patient, my lord. You trust me right?" the girl responded, meeting his gaze briefly before returning it to the street in front of them. Ayato only nodded, not sure how to respond to his beloved's odd antics.

They continued walking through Inazuma City for quite some time before stepping off the path and heading toward a large body of frozen water underneath the city itself. Inside the cave beneath the city were dozens of Inazuman people gliding around the frozen water; some with partners, others just enjoying the activity by themselves.

Y/N removed herself from Ayato's side and sat on the snowy ground for a moment, getting her backpack and sliding out two pairs of ice skates that she had custom embroidered for herself and Kamisato Ayato. She slipped the backpack around her shoulders once more, before standing up and handing one of the two pairs (embroidered with the initials "A.K." and a Hydro symbol) to Ayato. He stared at her for a moment, occasionally glancing back at the people behind them.

"You really want to ice skate together, with all these people watching? This isn't going to beat the allegations about us, which I'm sure you know," Ayato spoke with utmost sincerity. Not wanting the girls in Inazuma who were fond of him to get a newfound hatred for the girl in front of him.

She had begun walking toward a nearby bench, taking a seat and patting the spot next to her for Ayato to follow. Slipping off their usual shoes, and replacing them with the new ice skates. The girl's head seemed busy to Ayato, as he occasionally glanced at her while putting on his ice skates. As if it was taking an unusual amount of time to come up with a witty comeback.

Finally, Y/N simply shrugged, tossing his words away. "I don't mind, once we are skating we can pretend like there's no one else here but us." She leaned closer to him, head turning so her eyes looked at his side profile, and placed her mouth right beside Ayato's ear. "Besides, they aren't really allegations if they're true," she whispered, her breath tickling the skin of his ear.

She backed her head away slowly, placing a small kiss on his now rose-colored cheek. Before returning to her original position and pushing herself up from the bench, holding her hand out for Ayato to take.

"Shall we?"

Kamisato Ayato had never grabbed something so quicker in his entire life, wanting nothing more than to spend some more intimate time with his beloved.

The couple eventually found themselves skating far away from the crowd, entering a small area outside the cave that was barren compared to the remainder of the ice rink which was covered with people. However, neither Ayato nor Y/N minded, and more privacy for them to skate circles around each other.

At some point, Ayato grabbed the girl's hand and began leading her around the round ice rink, occasionally spinning her as they made their rounds. He slowly brought the girl closer to him, to the point where their torsos had touched and Y/N could feel the heat radiating from Ayato's warm body. The two stared at each other for an elongated amount of time, love and longing in both of their expressions.

While the two disagreed on many, many, many things, they could never disagree on how much they loved each other. Both were smitten from the moment their eyes locked when Ayaka brought Y/N home one evening after the two girl's spent an entire day chatting at the Tea House. From that point onward, Kamisato Ayato and Y/N had been constantly making up excuses to be around each other. So much so that Ayaka, Thoma, the Traveler, and Paimon had started a bet on who would ask the other out first.

And here the two were now, standing in the center of a small ice rink, bodies close and faces even closer. It took only moments for the two to longingly stare at each other before Ayato slowly dipped his head down, and put his lips onto Y/N's. His gloved hand found her soft cheek, holding it as he deepened their kiss. Not caring if anyone had discovered the two sharing this most intimate moment, confirming the rumors that had surrounded them. After all, it was about time the "rumors" got confirmed and he might just do that with the silver ring that was hidden in his desk back at Kamisato Estate.

For now, all Kamisato Ayato cared about was Y/N's lips on his and their embrace deepening as snowflakes began falling from the sky around them. And all Y/N cared about was never ever leaving the moment, wishing she could just live in it forever. Oh, how the girl simply loved the wintertime.

The two eventually broke away, faces still close but no longer in a deep kiss. They just stared at each other, Ayato's hand on her cheek and Y/N's arms wrapped around his waist.

"Perhaps you should convince me to leave my paperwork more often, especially if your ideas entail ice skating or anything like this," Ayato whispered, giving the girl a small smile on his pale lips.

Y/N giggled, rolling her eyes. "I always have been trying, this is just the first time you've actually listened to me," she teased. "However, I'll keep that in mind from hear on out."

[bokutizer]

➵ KAMISATO AYATO

summary : catching flying sakura petals with bloodied hands tags : angst, hopeful ending!, mentions of injury, blood a/n : I've spent way too much time farming handguards for ayato and wanderer..

In the glimmering reflection of the sword in your hands, its blade marred with dirt and scratches, you noticed petals of the nearby Sakura trees flying by. For an instant, your mind traveled back to a few moments prior.

You had been walking beside Ayato, your arm looped around his as you lazily strolled down the natural stairs that led towards the Chinju Forest. It had been quiet, none of you exchanging many words, but rather simply enjoying each other’s company. Especially since it had taken you a lot of persuasiveness to get his workaholic self to neglect his duties for once and instead just relish the calming benefits of a simple walk. 

So how was it that you held this unfamiliar weapon in your hands, feeling nothing like your own sword. This one had surely neither been cleaned nor polished in months, its blade shattered and rusty. The sword was heavy, its grip feeling cold to the touch and portraying its purpose which consisted solely of taking lives.

How was it that you found yourself surrounded by a group of ronin right now? This was not an area where you could easily spot one of them, the main reason obviously being the fact that the Shuumatsuban kept the Kamisato Estate and its surroundings safe and under constant supervision.

Nevertheless here you were, knees hurting after they had hit the ground, though your head held high. Lungs expanding with the oxygen you were frantically breathing in, yet feeling as if you were suffocating. His body was slumped against your own. You felt his warmth along your back. The usual warmth of his chest against which you loved to press your cheek, feel its steady raise and fall, hear the heart that was beating inside-

Right now, the same warmth was the only thing keeping you sane, giving you a reason to not surrender. You did not dare turn around and inspect his injury, too scared that it might smash the little fragment of hope you still had left inside you into tiny irreparable pieces.

"Y/n-" his voice was merely a hoarse whisper as he spoke. It was as if every weak and pained breath of his took away your own ragged ones, the occasional cough and groan slicing like a dagger across your chest and burying itself inside your heart. "You have to leave."

Another slice through your heart. "Wha- No. No, I'm not leaving you-"

"My love-" another cough vibrated through his chest, the blood trickling down the side of his mouth, a sign that you had not much time left. "Just g-go. We'll meet home once I-"

"Liar." your throat tightened as you tried to keep your tears at bay, your attention momentarily switching back to the dozen samurai that were currently discussing their next move. After all, it was not an every day occurrence that you had the Yashiro Commissioner himself and his wife on their knees right in front of you. "I'm sure someone will come soon to look for us." you reasoned, the thought of escaping this precarious situation drawing a small yet hopeful smile on your face. "We've been gone for too long now and you know how easily Thoma gets worried-"

Your voice quietened down at the sudden sound of a thud. Why was it so cold all of a sudden.

"Ayato?" you called- no, prayed as you turned your head, your eyes scanning his lifeless body lying in the grass. His soft skin looked paler than usual, hair sprawled along the ground while the wound on his chest had bled through his robe and stained the white silky material. In an instant, your hands were all over him. The sword you had been holding, falling beside you as you tried to talk to him, keep him awake, look for a pulse- Just anything that would tell that he was okay.

"Ayato, darling, please." You begged him to wake up, you begged the archons for him to stay with you, while everything around you faded out. You couldn't hear anything, couldn't see anyone except the slow and way too weak movement of Ayato's chest as you put pressure on his wound, the wet warmth sticking to your hands making you nauseous. "Please, stay with me." Don't leave me.

"My lady-" And amidst your begging and praying, a shock of blonde hair caught your attention as the person was crouching right beside you, his hands resting on your shoulders. Thoma?

"He'll be alright. My lady, listen to me, we have to get you both-"

As you watched him being taken away from you, your first reflex was to grab that goddamned sword. However, at a second glance you realized that the men's uniforms, that carried your husband away, looked pleasantly familiar. The samurai were all disarmed, some of them lying lifelessly on the ground while others were escorted to a place you knew they'd be taken care of the way they deserved it. He'll be alright.

[ayato-kisser]

synopsis | in which every kiss was an answer

tags | fluff, drabble, royalty au, mentioned/implied arranged marriage, mention of the words "kill" and "war" but no killing involved and no descriptions of war

reader | gender neutral

notes | inspired heavily by (+ some dialogues taken from) a scene in the manhwa "saving my sweetheart" && for @yae-publishing-house's winter writing challenge

"But, Ayato, aren't you cold?" your breath materialized into a cloud in the air.

He shook his head no. He brought his hands to your waist and pulled you closer. You looked away from him; you didn't know what else to say. It was strange. Supposedly, he was just kind to you, undoubtedly so. He took care of his own people, fought bravely against those who needlessly opposed them. That was the Lord of Yashiro. He hated you, he hated the leader of the land you were from. He was forced into this marriage to protect his people; how could he love you, when you had the blood of those he hated most?

You'd looked away from him, but he'd kept his eyes locked on you. "I'd thought I'd made it painfully obvious," his other hand, strangely warm, took hold of your cheek. "Did the kiss from last night not suffice? Was my lips upon yours, which had never touched another's in such a way, not enough?"

It was hard to understand. He was simply inexplicable, as to why he loved you so. At first, when you'd asked him to kiss you the first time, it was so that you wouldn't be surprised when you did kiss with him when needed. The nobles' mouths ran too far all the time. They said he wouldn't love you. They said he'd kill you, bring reason to war.

"Do you really love me?" you looked up at him. His kindness may have been inexplicable if he didn't love you- but now, still even if he didn't, he'd at least have to try much harder to look like it.

"Yes," that was all that he had said in response.

"If you truly mean it, then kiss me as if you really love me. Then, I'll believe you."

It wasn't even seconds before his lips hit yours, his hand bringing you closer to him. There wasn't a thought as your arms went around him ever so naturally, and it was more than difficult to separate from the kiss.

"Would you be shocked if I kissed your hand?" No. You let him kiss you again, bringing you closer to him. Despite the rigid cold of the air, it was warm. You could feel his heartbeat, faster than you thought it could go in such a situation.

"What if I interlaced my fingers with yours and wrapped my arm around your waist?"

"You're already halfway there."

"What if I pulled you closer and kissed you once more?" he asked. There was no one there besides you and him.

"Try it," you said. Your warm breath and the cold air hit his skin, and in milliseconds, your lips connected once more.

If there was one thought Ayato wished he was able to voice that day, it would be:

You cannot begin to imagine the depths of my greed and how badly I want to touch you.

[letsskiptothewedding]

✧ 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ? ..

summary: ayato is running errands for the first time in a while when he has to go pick up a kimono for his younger sister. ( things go down quickly from here in terms of the main characters ego )

pairing: ayato x she/her!reader

a/n: PLEASE listen to love ? while you read this fic heuhsgdnegah ( if ure a kmusic anti leave . ), also part 2 …. maybe …. ( i have some ideas so .. )

“bye, y/n. i’m sure you can handle this batch of clients. we’re closing soon anyway!” — “what are you-“ and before y/n could finish her sentence, mio was gone after patting her on her shoulder, shuffling away from the kimono stand. staring after her in disbelief, y/n huffed. “is she serious?”, she mumbled, slightly shuddering and grabbing the sleeves of her kimono to shield her body from the cool spring wind.

somebody cleared their throat before her. “the owner is busy then, i suppose?” y/n’s eyes darted to the customer before her. “oh … kamisato ayato.”

she blinked a few times. then it finally dawned on her. “oh! mister kamisato! i’m so sorry, sir, what can i help you with?” she felt the blood rushing to her cheeks, straightening her posture and stepping to the cash register. in her embarrassment she completely forgot to answer his question. mio, full name ogura mio, was in fact her boss and quite busy this evening. she had a date, actually, with one of bantan sango’s detectives. y/n forgot his name but it was something with a y, of that she was sure ..

“my sister had a kimono that needed fixing, my errand runner told me it should be done by now?” he looked at her quite amused which annoyed y/n a little bit; customers were supposed to take her seriously, dammit! but then she got caught up on the word ‘errand runner’. why was kamisato ayato, head of the highly politically influential kamisato clan, strolling around inazuma city for such trivial matters like clothing? y/n thought it to be quite rude to ask though, so she refrained from enquiring further.

“it should be ready then. what number did you get for your order, sir?” his eyebrow perked up as if he had just remembered something and he rustled around in his kim- wait. y/n had noticed something odd. why was he wearing a suit? with long, traditional sleeves as if they were made for a kimono? he sure is curious, she thought, though not neglecting the fact that his suit was incredibly well tailored and of good craftsmanship. the blue in his collar area really fit his blue-ish hair. incredibly impressive.

“my servant gave me this? i don’t know whether or not this is the information you need but this is all he gave me. his name is thoma, you might know him.” he handed her a crumpled piece of paper and she attempted to decipher it, after unfoldening and flattening it. my god, his hand writing was horrendous. “yes i do know thoma, i see him from time to time in the city. um, actually … please give me a second, sir.” she turned around to the lockers, still staring at the piece of paper. if you squinted really hard, the first number could be a 2 .. then the second one might be a five.

hastily, for she could not afford to keep her high-class client waiting any longer, she scanned the numbers on the lockers for the number 25. as she reached out to grab the key, she prayed to the archons for it to be the right safe, since she didn’t want to find out what would happen if it took any longer. she already wasted so much time thinking about unnecessary clothing details and what not. and she had even badmouthed her boss in front of a politician! he seemed very nice but so did every other politician when they let themselves show to the common folk; better not risk anything.

prying the slightly rusty locker open ( it was in the row of very important lockers that were only used for high maintenance clientele which was very sparsely the case among their customers ), she spotted a kimono cleanly folded in it; from the colors she could tell it was kamisato ayaka’s. she had seen her strolling around with the firework maker’s daughter yoimiya a while ago, where yoimiya, who she considered her friend, had waved at her and miss kamisato had looked into her direction. mio had noticed it and couldn’t talk about anything else for the rest of her shift.

grabbing the kimono, she layed it onto the counter and turned to the cash register. “yes, this was indeed all i needed, thank you, sir.” she smiled at him and was surprised to see him gently flattening a crease in his sister’s kimono. hearing her address him, he gave her an uplifting smile. she noticed the mole under his eye, going along with the movement of his entire face. quite charming. “i’m glad. i usually do not run my errands myself, so i am a little … inexperienced, shall i say.” he tucked his hand in his long sleeve, continuing to beam down at her. “i probably wouldn’t have noticed it if you didn’t mention it, sir. not that you, um, seem like you are, i mean, inexperienced, uhm ..”

y/n wanted to die. this was horrible. he was so authoritative but nice at the same time it was making her all wobbly and uneasy. to her delight, he let out a small chuckle, covering his mouth with his sleeve. as if he is mocking her shyness, she thought and her thoughts darkened again immediately. “i understand what you are trying to say, miss. do not worry, i did not think that you were trying to insult me.” she sighed inwardly in relief, swishing some of her hair out of her face nervously. “thank god, i mean, that’s good .. then ..” she began typing into the cash register, she couldn’t bear to look at his face any longer. “that would be 3 million mora, please.” even she was shocked at the price, even though no kimono of their store costed under 1.5 million mora.

of course that amount of money was nothing for kamisato ayato and he payed her right there, on the spot, with no transactions or anything which shocked y/n even more than the price. wow, rich people really have it easy, she thought without any trace of envy; how worrisome, you probably could get robbed at any moment and lose a good chunk of money. well, for him it probably wouldn’t even scratch the surface of the amount of mora he posessed.

without her noticing, his heart felt kind of heavy when he saw her eyes widen at his money.

“thank you kindly, sir, i hope you will consider our services again in the future!” — “maybe i will.” he winked at her and bowed slightly. as he was turning to leave, he heard her whisper a quiet “oh my god, what just happened”, and he furrowed his eyebrows. “Y/NNNN!!”, someone suddenly exclaimed. when ayato turned to find the source of the cry, he saw a black haired man standing in front of the kimono shop, leaning over the counter to talk with his previous seller. “oh, kazune. what’s up?”

feeling bewildered by the sudden change of tone and attitude, ayato slowed his steps to an unnormal pace which anyone who was paying attention would’ve found very odd. “nothin’ much, just waiting for you to finish up.” was that her boyfriend?, ayato wondered. it was not his place to know but well .. it was kind of his job to pry into personal affairs and find out secrets. “what do you mean? is there a big event or something?”

by the sounds of the cash register making a vrooming noise, ayato could tell that she was closing up. had his time management become so bad that he seriously had been the last customer? “my god, you really are dense sometimes, babe.” the spy froze for a split second at this. y/n meanwhile was rolling her eyes at her friend; well, acquaintance . “don’t call me that, man, it’s weird. also, if you’re trying to ask me out again, it’s not happening. so literally just go home, dude.” she grabbed her stuff from the empty space underneath the counter and reached for the key to lock up the shop when kazune suddenly snatched it right before her eyes.

“what the hell? give it to me, right now.” — “ain’t no way. don’t you see” ( they were both hopping around at this point, trying to either get or keep the key ) “i’m tryin’ my hardest to get you to go out with me; i’ve literally asked every day now and you still don’t even wanna give us” ( y/n kicked him in the shin ) “OW!”

“i don’t need to give us a chance. if you wanna hangout like friends, that’s fine. but bro, i told you every time that i don’t like you like that. so now be a good boy and let me close the goddamn shop, okay?” y/n huffed, tucking her hair behind her ears that had become loose from all the jumping she had done just seconds earlier. grumbling something, kazuna retreated towards his house, hobbling dramatically as if he was a wounded soldier that had just returned from a thirty year long war. “idiot.”, she mumbled, closing the heavy metal blinds and locking it. she put the key in her purse when she noticed a light blue headed top drifting above the inzuman night crowd. stupid mole snob, she thought, amused by the thought of kamisato ayato being an exceptionally slow walker. he of course had other intentions, none of which he was planning to reveal to her anytime soon.

[rin-eko]

AYATO x READER series

⌈A series of connected Ayato x reader fics in which Ayato patiently waits for you to realise you’re in love with him⌋

Warnings/Tags: Inazuma main quest spoilers, Ayato’s story quest spoilers, eventual smut, minimal angst, Ayato and reader have known each other their whole lives, reader is a general in the Shogun’s army, alcohol consumption, mentions of war, battle & injuries, more to be added 

⁓ minors do not interact ⁓

Slow updates!!

1. Visiting the Kamisato estate

2. Conversations with Thoma 

3. Memories of the past

[hanilessa]

could you do a part two for the when they realise they love you headcanons 👉👈 they’re so cute esp childe’s oneeee

you don’t have to if you don’t want to but could you mayyyybe include kaeya and diluc?

` Author’s notes: hiiii, darling!! thank u for your request! <3 i really hope you enjoy it. i mentioned childhood friends to lovers trope in diluc's part and marriage of convenience in ayato's part. i like these tropes sm so i couldn't help but add it!

part one!

» :、♡  WHEN THEY REALIZE THEY LOVE YOU

` Includes: Diluc, Kaeya, Kamisato Ayato, Thoma x fem!reader (separate)

` Genre: fluff, romance

The realization of his boundless love for you comes to Diluc when both of you were running across an endless field full of wildflowers and fragrant flowers. Your hair fluttered in the pleasant summer wind, the sun illuminated your joyful and happy face, and your lips smiled with the most beautiful smile in the world. The ringing of your laughter, similar to the ringing of a bell, brought Diluc back to his childhood, when everything that surrounded him seemed so light, at ease and innocent. As innocent as you were. His childhood friend. And now the only love forever.

Kaeya's heart starts beating faster when he hears your ringing laugh that falls from your lips as you laugh at his stupid jokes and ridiculous flirting. Your cheeks are covered with a pinkish blush due to the alcohol you have drunk earlier, your hair is disheveled, your eyes are slightly sleepy. But Kaeya understands that now you're the most beautiful girl in the world for him. Please, he only asks that he always spend such evenings next to you, joking and enjoying good drinks. And also to be the one who can take you home after every evening in the tavern.

Ayato falls in love with you the first second after you entered the room accompanied by your parents. You were absolutely adorable, so small, in a beautiful golden kimono, with a bright blush on your cheeks. He never wanted to marry for convenience, and when his parents told him that they had found a bride for him, he cried for a long time and said that he would never love her. But when Ayato saw you, when he saw how beautifully your eyelashes fluttered framing your deep amazing eyes, he swears that he's ready to take that back.

You were an absolutely amazing and kind person and it always made Thoma want to be closer to you. As the older sister of the Kamisato clan, you should have been refined, light and gentle. But you were strong and brave. You were absolutely kind to servants and maids in Kamisato Estate and always eager to help them. Every time Thoma got in your way, you instantly found yourself next to him and offered him your help. He will always remember with trepidation how sweetly you smiled, taking from his hands a small stack of your brother's documents. And he will always keep your smile in his heart.

[tihgnari]

ꕤ 43. something more valuable

tw: sorta? kidnapping, violence / wc: 1k

you're currently sitting on the softest sofa known to man, staring back and forth as ayaka takes matters into her own hands. you weren't in the best of moods after getting shot down by aoki while trying to convince her to text ayato; she was so stubborn it felt like you were talking to a damn wall. 

"think of it this way," ayaka says, looking at a cross-armed aoki straight in the eye as they paced back and forth in the middle of the suite's living room. "you ask ayato where he is, he responds, then we go meet him, yn and him make up, and voila! no more wedding! happy ever after for everybody! doesn't that sound amazing?"

your eyebrows raise when you see the cogs working in aoki's brain.

ayaka sends you a tiny non-verbal message, and you immediately catch on. "right! if you ask him for us now, ayaka herself will guarantee ayato will no longer be your problem. i think that's a win-win situation right there."

aoki sighs. "...fine. i'll go ask him."

—

the hotel he's checked in may not be as fancy as the principe, but when he's too busy running away from a loveless marriage forced onto him, even a shabby inn can feel a hundred times better than the five star hotel his grandfather had arranged for them. 

"this hotel's kinda good, too, don't you think?" you whisper at ayaka inside the elevator, but there were too many people crammed into the cart for you to see her expression in the elevator's mirrored walls. 

"the carpets look unmaintained and the plants at the lobby are plastic but sure, the hotel's a-okay—ouch!" 

you pinch her side, panicked, before looking around if an employee might've overheard your conversation. 

"yn, i'm telling the truth," ayaka defends herself. "we just walked in, asked if an ayato kamisato had checked in in this establishment, they said yes and even gave us his door number. how is this safe? what if we were debt collectors or… or a gang looking for him? like—come on, is customer privacy not a thing here?"

ding!

"alright, this is our floor," you mutter, pulling a still complaining ayaka's wrist through the throng of people. you can still hear her talking as you walk down the hallway, silently chanting the door number of ayato's room as you pass by. 

502… 503… 504… there! 505!

only when you raised your fist to knock on the mahogany door did you realize there's a slight tremble in your hand. for a split second, you froze, the reality of the situation and what you're about to do and who you're about to face suddenly becomes too real and too overwhelming for you. 

"hey." 

ayaka gently squeezes your shoulder. 

"i know my brother, and i know he'll forgive you."

"thank you."

you knock. three times. your heart rate spikes when you hear movement on the other side of the door. heavy footfalls on the carpet, striding closer to the door. you see the door knob turn, practically hearing the mechanism inside turning into place as the door swings open and—

"girls, i've been expecting."

"wait, what? grandpa?!"

that was the only thing you heard, until a heavy object came in contact with the back of your head, successfully knocking you out cold. 

—

when you come to be, your head's still aching and you just want to go right back ahead to sleep, but the two people screaming didn't let that happen. the room seems to be barren and incredibly small. even in your half-conscious state, you've registered this fact solely for how loud their voices jumped within the small room. 

"what is the meaning of this, grandpa?! order them to untie me right this instant! i'm your granddaughter for god's sake!"

ayaka seems to have already grasped the full length of the situation you both were in. not that you were surprised. 

you were slowly but surely coming to, but the room has yet to notice. 

"i can't believe you just hit my best friend with a metal bat, you asshole! you're going to pay for that!" ayaka hisses at the person standing on her side. she recognizes his face. a guard his grandfather had since before she even came to be in this world. 

"i don't see any fault in my actions. she may be your friend as you so claim but to me? she's a lowly scum who managed to seduce my grandson and turn him away from me. ayato had always understood his duty of marrying for the sake of the family business—for my sake."

ayaka used to adore her grandfather as she never had a proper father figure in her entire life. but only now is she seeing the ugly truths her childlike mind had been too ignorant to miss. 

"what grandfather even makes—"

"i can't possibly fathom what this woman has that made ayato threaten his mother saying he'll renounce his inheritance! to make him want to leave behind everything i've built for this family! such selfishness should not be tolerated!"

"that's because he found something more valuable!"

you flinched at the resounding slap you heard. 

it was a split-second action. something that a normal person could've missed if he was too preoccupied with something else — but nothing slips past the current head of the kamisato family. 

"i see you're awake," he says, addressing you. "good. both of you should hear what i'm about to say next." 

their grandfather straightens his robes, adjusting the grip he has on his sterling-silver walking cane topped with an extravagant, swarovski-studded japanese camellia — the kamisato family crest. 

"i'm done tolerating your tricks, ayaka, may this punishment straighten your priorities and remind you that nothing is more important nor valuable than family. ayato and aoki are to be wed, and not one of you is to spoil those plans. you both will remain here, inside this room, locked away with no communication to the outside world at least until the ceremony is over. i'd hate to do this, but you girls left me with no choice."

he turns to leave and ayaka screams at the top of her lungs. 

"mom will never forgive you for doing this to me!"

her grandfather stops, standing at the frame of the door. 

"no, child. it's your mother that should ask for my forgiveness for raising such an insolent child like you."

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a kamisato ayato social media au

summary — it was only recently you found out kamisato ayaka was, in fact, not an only child after all! seeing ayato for the first time gave you the severest case of the butterflies but according to ayaka, he’s off limits, especially to you as her most treasured friend. well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt, right?

notes — yay chapter bc im in a good mood cuz i won my 50/50 hehe pray i get his cons and signature weap after i offer scara all my savings lmao

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[scaranation]

Loved your angst works sm... Can i request Diluc/Ayato/Ningguang x gn reader where reader is d worded already

thank youu angst is always so fun (but painful) to write 😭 this prompt was so good i loved doing it sm, hope you enjoy

༊*·˚ 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄

Content: angst, reader death, established relationship

ft. Diluc, Ayato, Ningguang

DILUC

For a moment, he could only kneel by your body in denial. Despite his pyro vision, a freezing sensation gripped his chest - seizing it in an icy grasp, although not as cold as the morbid embrace he held you in.

Your patchy, frayed messenger bag was still slung loosely over your limp shoulders, its contents spilling out. Carefully packaged food sitting in the pools of your blood. The lunchbox still bore your crimson-stained fingerprints, as though the last thing you thought of was delivering a meal to your lover.

“I told you not to go after me…” Diluc’s eyes squeezed shut as that terrifying, overwhelming cold thawed into searing anger.

“I told you, it was dangerous.” A trembling hand brushed your hair out of your face, delicately tracing your features - still fixed so prettily, even without the life that coloured them.

He only kept his hand gently braced against your cool skin, desperately trying to ignore the redness blooming in your chest, the sticky feeling webbed between his fingers. The scarlet hue seemed to engulf him, flame transforming into the most twisted form of anger - a guttural scream bordering on a sob left his lips, red and chapped with how hard he’d bitten them to stifle his previous cries.

Red was a complicated colour. It was the love you’d given him, a love you’d never have run out of. The pleasant warmth, the heavy infatuation, the fiery passion Diluc had felt for you. It was the colour of blood, which cutely tinted your cheeks red whenever he leaned into you. Red was also the colour of blinding anger, dark crimson and bitter in nature.

Red was all Diluc saw as he threw himself into slaughtering and infiltrating the Fatui following your passing. As if the rivers of blood he spilt could make up for the blood that no longer ran through your veins, as if the pain he inflicted could measure up to the pain he felt. Perhaps, this too was a form of coping. Busying himself in such matters rarely left him alone with his thoughts - thoughts that inevitably wandered to you.

He’d visit your grave whenever possible, sitting there for hours on end. He’d declined to have you buried behind the Mondstadt cathedral, instead opting for you to lay near the shaded grapevines of the winery. You’d always adored that place, remarking on its fairytale-like scenery. Diluc could only hope you were happy with resting there forever, eternally engulfed in the warmth of benevolent sunshine. Maybe, if things had gone differently, he’d be running with you through those vines and lawns - laughing beneath the cloudless sky. Although, he was simply grateful that he could still lay with you in the shade. Sometimes, if he closed his eyes, he could almost feel your caress.

AYATO

The Commissioner lived in a political web. Sinewy tendrils of sticky silk stretching from person to person, forming an intricate lattice of relations and lies. Like a spider, he'd learned how to navigate those thin iridescent paths - knowing where to step, and how to weave it to his will. Countless others had become entangled in his traps, hopelessly ensnared.

But you'd gotten caught in his web, too. How cruel it was, that he could only remain neutral, that he could only school his expression into one of controlled stoicism. He couldn't even hold you in his arms as he wished, forced to stand back and watch as the crowd of people in the courtyard hushed.

You lay on the tiled ground, eyes glazed over.

"How did this happen?" Ayato was shocked at the coolness of his tone. His hands dug into fists, concealed by his long sleeves. The early morning sun peeked tepidly over the gated estate, as though even it was scared to show its face.

"We are unsure, my lord. They were found here in the morning, it appears to be an assassin sent by a political rival."

"Find them at once. Everyone is dismissed from the courtyard."

"Yes, my lord."

In the quiet of dawn, your lover was finally alone. As he sank to his knees by your side, he was no longer the Commissioner, nor was he the head of the Kamisato clan. At that moment, he was simply Ayato. And he felt rather like a small child - pressing his hands to your cold face in an almost juvenile hope that you'd smile for him again.

"I'm sorry... for ever meeting you." Ayato held your hand, eyes brimming with unshed tears. If only you didn't know him, then you wouldn't have gotten caught in the crossfire. If you hadn't been stuck in his web, you'd still be alive.

Ayato hated himself, for being so selfish. Selfish for daring to bring you into his life, selfish for basking in your love - only to be the cause of your premature demise.

In those minutes, he was weak and vulnerable. Out of public view, Ayato could let his tears fall freely. He hadn't been there for you, even in your last moments. When you'd given him unimaginable happiness, what had he given you...? For a Commissioner who seemed to have everything, he realised it was never enough, or at least not for you.

Following your death, Ayato would drown himself in work again. For a while, he sought revenge in the futile hope that it would honour you - but in his heart, he knew he only wanted it in the name of selfish repentance. He'd never truly move on, finding time in his busy schedule to visit you whenever possible.

How lovely it would be, to be unchained from his own web? Ayato wanted nothing more than to be freed from the burden of responsibility - perhaps then, he could lay down beside you and finally rest for a while.

NINGGUANG

Surprisingly, there was a very big difference between a lovers' oath and a lover's oath. The position of one apostrophe could change the meaning entirely. The former was made and upheld by two or more partners, whereas the latter was kept by only one.

The oath Ningguang had made with you to stay by each other’s side forever had turned from a lovers’ oath into a lover’s oath, with her being the lone lover seated by your side, holding your limp hand. Although you wouldn’t be able to stay with her, she’d still treasure you - even if it was in her memories.

Your death wasn’t sudden, or unexpected. You’d been severely ill for some time, and Ningguang had known you were slipping away. The Tianquan had devoted all the time she could into caring for you, sparing no expense when it came to finding a cure. But even Baizhu couldn’t prevent the inevitable.

You lay in the bed, eyes closed peacefully - making you look as though you were merely slumbering. A faint smile was etched into your face, as if you’d had a pleasant dream. Ningguang smiled bitterly, barely registering the wetness of tears falling down her cheeks. If you were dreaming, then she could only hope that she was part of it.

Like a tangent, you and Ningguang had crossed paths, only for those lines to stretch away from each other once more. Although you had continuously insisted that the mere fact that you’d met her was a miracle, Ningguang couldn’t help the emptiness that came with your absence. Your warmth was gone, your voice no longer echoed around the Jade Chamber. Ningguang would never smile at your victorious expression after she let you win a game of Go, and there would be no more peaceful afternoons sharing stories over tea.

Ningguang was very busy, but she’d set aside her schedule to mourn. Her grief was not sharp and intense, only numb and gradual. It came in the unremarkable hours of the evening, when she’d turn her head to show you something and realise you weren’t there. It’d be in the emptiness of her desk, lacking the little trinkets you’d put there. It’d come, uninvited and unanticipated, when Ningguang’s fingers subconsciously reached out for a hand that wasn’t there.

She’d often sit by your graveside in quiet contemplation, simply feeling the time pass and watching the skies darken. Lotuses were beautiful flowers, born from mud. In a way, their existence was quite poetic - symbolising hope for a better existence despite humble beginnings. Ningguang herself had begun in a hopeless place, although she believed the metaphor described you better. Amidst the folly of Liyue Harbour, you were the lotus bloom. Perhaps, you were simply too good for this world.

[allweatherbeauty]

DANCE WITH ME, MAKE ME SWAY.

Ballroom dancing at a formal ball with the Kamisato siblings. + Thoma bc I love him.

PAIRINGS - Kamisato Ayato x GN!Reader , Kamisato Ayaka x GN! Reader , Thoma x GN!Reader (all seperate!)

GENRE - Just fluff.

WARNINGS - none , please notify me if there is any.

KAMISATO AYATO.

I feel like he’d sneak you away to dance on a balcony with you

However, if his presence was requested to make a speech (he is a busy man after all)

He’ll kiss you on your forehead and come back as fast as humanly possible.

He’ll make his speech formal but quick.

And then he'll just run back to the balcony to see you again 😭

However, if you wanted to dance with him in the hall he would march you back to that mf hall hand in hand

He makes sure to compliment you on how amazing you look in your formal wear.

Its always accompanied by a gentle kiss on your cheek.

I feel like hes probably a great dancer too???

From his etiquette classes and stuff he probably learnt how to ballroom dance or waltz.

He probably doesnt enjoy it unless he's dancing with you though </3

So it’ll be a very enjoyable experience for both of you.

KAMISATO AYAKA.

Oh we all know she can dance super well because of that one cutscene.

She can probably ballroom dance too, but shes a little shy about it </3

She will do it for you though

She won’t sneak off anywhere and will probably just dance in the hall with you.

She has a cute little smile on her face the entire time.

If she had to make a speech and stop dancing I feel like she’d be a little upset about it but she’d never put that into words.

She’s super polite during her speech.

But everyone knows that all she wants to do for the remainder of the ball is dance with you when she hurriedly walks up to you after it and appologises.

You giggle and the two of you begin to dance again.

Thoma.

Another busy man™️ 😭

Makes time to dance with you at least once though.

*cue him bribing the other staff to take care of stuff so he can leave to dance with you*

He runs up to you, an excited grin upon his face.

And youre like “What is it this time?”

And then he gets down on one knee and formally asks you to dance while giggling

When you accept his face goes bright red and he immidietly gets to waltzing with you.

He probably cannot dance and had to get one of the siblings to teach him.

After being taught, he's quite good at it though, even if he does step on your toes a few times.

After a while he does get dragged away to finish his job but he gives you a kiss on your forehead and bids you farewell.

SIDENOTE BUT PLEASE GO VISIT HIM WHILE HE’S DOING HIS JOB HE’LL BE SO HAPPY-

[yuellii]

PLEASE ( DON’T ) BE MY WINGWOMAN !

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 his female best friend tries to help him win your love, but knowing her, it all goes wrong

feat. lyney, neuvillette, ayato ( separate )

note. gn reader, features : lynette, furina, ayaka. hello i am officially back and also officially 21 !! :]

LYNEY.

“Oh, woe is me! Please assist, my dearest sister!” The magician sat sprawled atop the couch quite dramatically, backhand over his forehead feigning feverish feelings. “Whatever shall I do when the God of Romance is plotting against a hopeless romantic, such as I?”

“What’s wrong this time?” By contrast, his sister’s voice proved no fluctuations, tone lacking the honeyed sound he needed for sympathy. Instead of catering to his sorrows, she instead sipped lightly at her tea, for it was far more relaxing than her brother’s ‘woes.’

Still, Lyney sighed. “The love of my life—my soulmate!” he cried out. “How should I win the affections of my other half, when I can’t even grasp the scale of romantic favor?”

“Desserts.”

Lyney sat up. “I beg your pardon?”

“Give desserts,” Lynette shrugged. “Everyone likes desserts.” This reasoning totally made the most sense to her.

She watched as Lyney started at her blankly for just a moment, and then he inhaled sharply. “So I should… use desserts as my gift…” With each passing word, Lynette watched as a staggering excitement in his voice grew tenfold. “And then, if I keep giving their favorite treats”—Lyney gasped—“they’ll start to associate the sweetness with me! Oh, Lynette, you’re a genius!”

Lynette blinked at him. That strategy explanation was not what she said at all, but whatever. Not her problem.

But when Lyney dragged her by the hand to go purchase desserts, and then forced her to sit down at the cafe just to watch him gift treats to you, then maybe it was her problem.

“A very special dessert!” he presented, and Lynette sat with disinterest as she watched your eyes light up at his cheap old appearance trick. “For a very special person.” And now came her own eye roll—caused by the way Lyney giggled to himself at the end of his own sentence.

Maybe it was charming ( but personally Lynette didn’t see the appeal ), because there was a sparkle that appeared in your eyes in admiration of him. And suddenly, Lynette didn’t understand why he was trying to win your love at all, because it’s clear to her that he’s already won it.

“This is for me?” she heard you say. “This is actually my favorite! Oh, Lyney, you shouldn’t have!”

“Don’t even worry,” she watched Lyney wave off. “It was given to me for free at the shop”—Huh?—“and I have no space for it”—What was he…?—“so I thought you might like it!”

Lynette blinked to herself. Then she blinked to herself again. And then one more time, and now Lyney was back to her spot with you no longer in sight. “How did I do?” Lyney excitedly questioned her. “A good start, right? Step one of your idea to get my crush to become obsessed with me is complete!”

Okay first of all, that was literally not her idea, but maybe she should’ve communicated it better. And second, “Why did you lie? That dessert wasn’t free—You specifically bought it to give to them.”

Lyney immediately raised a finger with that confident smirk of his. “Because, my dear sister,” he began, “it’s called playing hard to get.”

If she could sigh, she would. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am! And I’m taking this game very seriously, too. Do you know how hard it is to keep my cool when I’m around the love of my life?!”

“Playing hard to get just makes it harder to get someone, Lyney. They might lose interest and move on.” But still, Lyney insisted. And still, Lynette just silently rolled her eyes.

The next time this happened was literally only a day later. So much for playing “hard to get,” she supposes. Perhaps Lyney didn’t quite fully understand the scope of how suspicious it was to offer you another “free dessert” only a day later. Or, he was just so lovestruck he absolutely could not wait to talk to you again.

Lynette decided the answer to be the latter option.

And once again, he claimed not to buy this dessert on his own, and Lynette did not miss the obvious eyebrow raise you gave her brother this time. You were still grateful since it was your favorite, of course, but it was rather clear you were beginning to question this. Lynette sighed to herself.

“Lynette!” Lyney called excitedly once he left you. “Oh, dear sister, did you see it this time? She stayed with me a bit longer—grabbing the plate much more slowly. She must have been at the start of falling in love with—!” Lyney stopped when he saw the empty seat. “Uh, Lynette?”

Farther away, you suddenly yelped in surprise, almost dropping the plated dessert in your hands.

“Sorry,” Lynette mumbled. Oops, she didn’t mean to scare you. But… maybe appearing in your field of sighs so suddenly once you turned a corner and coming from a darkened alleyway was not the most subtle.

“It’s alright,” you brushed of. “Oh, you must be Lynette, right? Lyney’s sister!”

“Correct.” Ah, how would she bring this up? She was never really the best with words… And definitely not when she had to use a lot of them. “Um, my brother,” she started. “Don’t mind him being weird.”

At the mention of her brother being weird ( perhaps she should defend him, but whatever, he was being weird. ), you seemed to relax. “Yeah…” you trailed off. “He’s been giving me these desserts lately—didn’t seem too coincidental that he keeps getting them for ‘free’… Especially since they’re, um, not even having a promotion right now.”

Again, if Lynette could wack her brother on the head right now, she would.

“He likes you.”

The sudden shock on your face tells Lynette that maybe she shouldn’t have said that so bluntly. Or that she shouldn’t have said that. At all.

“You’re a very dear friend to him,” she correct. Oh, wait, but she didn’t want to completely shut off the idea of romance. Correct it again, quick. “Or, very dear person… Yeah.”

You stayed quiet for a moment, probably trying to process the amount of confessions and corrections she just shot at you. Archons, you probably thought her and her brother were so weird. Unfortunately, she couldn’t blame you.

“Thanks, Lynette,” you said, and she noticed your feet shift to walk away. “Actually, I think I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

Well, Lyney certainly hoped you would. She just silently watched as you walked off. But she wasn’t worried, no. As long as you spoke of this “next time,” Lynette was sure her brother would eventually succeed with you, even if he was being weird at this game.

NEUVILLETTE.

The thing that gets Furina the most excited—absolutely elated, much shown in the way she kicks her feet and patters her fingers—is the fact that her dear Iudex has no idea he’s so in love with you.

To not only her, but also the rest of Fontaine, word is quick to spread with the simple way his feet always end up turned in your direction, or how lips curve a slight upwards motion when he speaks to you. Or, the way his feelings of admiration brings out the colors in his eyes, and the shyer tone in which he laughs along with you.

And Furina, being the bestest of friends she certainly is, only wants what’s best for the Chief Justice, truly! It’s such a downer seeing him be a quiet, unsociable, hard-to-get-along-with loner all the time. And so, the moment she catches wind of his feelings, she is more than quick to come up with a way to loop the two of you together.

She pats herself in the back. She’s confident that he’ll totally thank her for all her efforts later.

This confidence still yet remains even when she has you standing up nervously on trial, wide eyes a bit scared to be accused of a crime by the Hydro Archon herself. And Neuvillette atop his seat looks exasperated, much so in a way the audience is always eyeing him with fluttering eyes and chattering whispers—because the Iudex is looking at you with such a public display of concern that he has never been known to show another on trial.

Oh, she could already see the Steambird’s morning headlines! Chief Justice Neuvillette casts eyefuls of worry towards the accused?! Or, The Iudex’s rumored lover: Accused by Lady Furina?! —Oh, oh! She was so excited!

Amidst her internal giggles was when Neuvillette’s cane came hammered down on the wooden floor of his balcony seat, silencing every voice in the Opera Epiclese. “Furina,” his voice scatters as firm as ever, though the Archon could some people gasp to themselves—Ah, she could always trust her people to spot even the slightest difference in his voice; He was clearly angrier today! “I believe you have some explaining to do.”

“Is it not obvious, my dear Iudex?” she loudly proclaimed as if acting in a performance. Her voice was playful and teasing as always, and she could tell Neuvillette was much more annoyed by it than usual today. “I am pressing charges against a darling citizen, yet a criminal over here…!”

And that was when she threw the back of her hand over her forehead for dramatic effect, making you only more nervous upon your stand. Such an increase in your fear was clearly noticeable to the Iudex, of course, as he immediately spoke to silence the Archon accusing you.

“And what would those charges entail, Furina?”

There was a sudden glare in his eyes, almost threatening. But oh well, nothing he could do—She knew he would stick by the law and allow her to make her claim anyways. This was so easy, she could almost laugh to herself!

“For…”

Oh, celebration was already at the back of her mind!

“Murder!”

…Holy shit. Oh Archons. She was supposed to say theft. “Theft,” for stealing Neuvillette’s heart. But instead she slipped up and said murder.

Oh, she can’t take that back now. But… But no worries! She was the beloved Archon that had absolutely no issues performing for her people—ergo, she could totally come up with a new plan! Certainly, a single-word slip-up will surely not mess up her entire pickup line here.

“Yes, you heard me,” she played along, hands balling to fists and dramatically sitting at her hips. “Murder!”

“Furina!” Neuvillette silenced from his place below on the podium. Never before has she seen his facial expression this angered. There was a furrow between his brows that betrayed his usually calm and emotionless look—and aw, she thought it was so romantic for him to show these emotions so outwardly just for you! The audience must love his display of passion right now—all to defend your honor! “What is the meaning of this?” his voice boomed.

Furina cleared her throat. “Murder…” she began to make her case against you. You, who looked up at her so fearfully. She almost felt bad. “For… For breathing…!” Wait, that’s not what she meant. “No, no, like murder… of breath— of my breath— no, of Neuvillette’s breath, I mean—” Okay, at this point, she just needed to spit something out. And that was when she raised a finger, pointing it accusingly down at you and making her claim: “You killed Neuvillette!”

The next instance was filled with a silence so deafeningly powerful that she felt her own stomach churn and her knees grow shaky. Well, this was definitely an embarrassment she hopes to never feel again.

Surely, this silence wasn’t awkward enough for her land the finishing blow…?

“Like, you stole his breath away…” she tried. “So you technically killed him.”

Okay maybe it was time for her to shut up.

Neuvillette’s face; oh, he looked absolutely furious. This was not the picture-perfect sight of cherry tomato blushing she was hoping for here. And you: a horror-stricken disbelief. Your mind looked like it was racing to comprehend both being charged with such a serious crime, and having the Chief Justice just randomly outed in public for… having a crush on you…?

Meanwhile Furina stood still in her usual place, just about ready to curl up and die from her failed attempt at a love confession. But before that, perhaps Celestia heard her prayers.

The audience pretty much erupted in girlish screams and whispers—all those watchful citizens of Fontaine who treated your relationship with Neuvillette like the hottest topic of the century, like the storybook romance they were reading obsessively. And now, Furina watched—watched as your expression contorted to slow realization that maybe your Archon wasn’t exactly lying about Neuvillette’s feelings, and that maybe almost the entire nation was already romanticizing you two.

And then, there: that was when Furina watched as your face blew up an expression of pure embarrassment, all the fear being completely wiped away. Then Furina could almost die when she turned her gaze to Neuvillette—who was still watching you very intently—and how the ends of his ears turned a blushing red.

Oh, this view was priceless. Once again, perfect Focalors saves the day!

KAMISATO AYATO.

Thoma clicked his tongue. “Tall and awkward.” He squinted his eyes. “Practically unrecognizable in Inazuma despite your status.” Then, he tilted his head. “Absolutely terrible at small talk.”

Finally, Thoma nodded his head. “Yep, you don’t have a chance, my Lord.”

Thoma yelped as a paper fan hit his shoulder, and that was when Ayaka slid at the seat next to him. He made a quick apology to her, but when Ayaka looked across the table, she saw how her older brother didn’t seem quite phased at Thoma’s mean evaluation at all.

Instead, he seemed to be really considering what was told to him.

“Oh, brother,” Ayaka caught his attention. “Don’t listen to Thoma, he was only being mean. Personally, I think you have a good chance at winning this date!”

“No, no, Thoma might be right,” Ayato pondered. Aw, Ayaka didnt like it when he doubted himself. “All of those traits may make this date go horribly wrong—I might end up appearing as undesirable…”

Ayaka frowned. She may not have a love life of her own, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t watching her brother’s love life like an Inazuman drama act or like a romantic storybook. And the fact that Ayato has downright fallen tremendously hard for you—who Ayaka also loved dearly, and who she admired so much—makes her pray to the Archons every night for your relationship to set sail.

So Ayato scoring this first date with you was already a big deal on its own. Only… He wasn’t quite sure what date plan would make him the most appealing man to be courting you.

Of course, who else could he turn to, other than his darling best friend and sister? Ayaka certainly had no expertise in this, but if there was one thing…

“Brother, please take this!” Across the table, she shoved a stack of just a few papers, slightly faded and lightly wrinkled, into his hands. He blinked in surprise at them for a moment before squinting at the rushed handwriting that clearly did not belong to his sister. “The Traveler gave this to me; It’s a recipe for a pizza dish from Mondstadt!

And that was how she ended up here, watching with Thoma from the sidelines of the estate as Ayato gives you the friendliest smile can force upon himself as he offers to make the both of you food. Now, the last time Ayaka tried this, she blew up the oven with the Traveler in earshot. But surely, she knew her brother had much better survival skills than she did, and there was no way he would ruin a perfectly easy pizza recipe.

But then Thoma almost burst out laughing from their secluded hiding spot, and that was when she noticed her brother bringing out not one, but instead two platters of pizza. A rather odd aroma in the air. Oh.

“I thought we’d spice things up!” they heard Ayato say to you, clasping his gloved hands together and regaining his weird, excited smile and that equally weird, excited tone in his voice. Oh brother… “One pizza is normal, and the other pizza has random toppings I threw on it—as a taste test!”

And when he set the two down, it was… quite interesting. One was a normal mushroom pizza, cooked based on Traveler’s recipe: Ayato certainly made it much better than Ayaka could’ve attempted. But the second pizza was topped with a rather colorful palette: lavender melons, sea grass, and what looked like Sea Ganoderma. Ayaka and Thoma already found themselves gagging at the smell.

When Ayaka glanced at her blonde companion, he was furiously shaking his head at her, running a thumb straight across his throat as if saying “It’s over for him.” And honestly, Ayaka might have to agree this time. Maybe she should’ve never given him that pizza recipe or that cooking idea.

“A ‘taste test’…” you echoed. The two eavesdroppers heard shifts from your side do the table, meaning you reached forward to grab a slice—they quite obviously guessed you picked the regular mushroom pizza. “The host should go first, don’t you think?”

Oh? Did that mean you were interested in this game of two after all? Ayaka’s eyes practically lit up—She was so excited for her brother!

“I’ll take up that offer of yours,” Ayato chuckled lowly. And with no gag or hesitance at all, he takes a large bite with a whole unsavory mixture of the ingredients entering the cave of his mouth. “Mm, not bad at all.”

You were visibly surprised by his calmness, now reaching out to grab a slice of your own and biting it just as he did.

But almost immediately, that bite was spat right back out onto a napkin at the mere taste of this weird concoction. “Bleh, Lord Commissioner! How did you manage to eat a whole slice?!”

The first thing Ayaka and Thoma noticed: The way you said this was amidst laughter. You were laughing, and it even sounded like you were smiling. Because whenever Ayato tried this sort of gross mixing method with Thoma or Ayaka, they would also say the same line of disgust, but in an unfavorable way. But, no—You sounded genuinely lighthearted?

The second thing Ayaka and Thoma noticed ( from even the slightest of peeks ): The big, bona fide grin on Ayato’s face at your reaction. Oh, he was absolutely eating this up, as no one ever showed a positive reaction to his weird little hobby before. And of course, being partnered with the fact he was ( not-so ) secretly in love with you, only made it so much better for him.

“It was alright, I’d say!” he spoke excitedly, a hint of an uncontrollable laughter and uncontrollable smile laced in his voice. “It had the most memorable texture, and the taste felt like I was in touch with mother nature.”

You only scoffed at him in a joking manner, “None of those ‘compliments’ of yours weren’t inherently positive, Commissioner.”

To that, he gave you another big grin before silently reaching to eat yet another slice of this suspicious pizza. Well, Ayaka supposed her brother’s weirdness landing a perfect date with you, after all. And then she pat herself on the back—because maybe, giving him that recipe was the best mistake she could make.

// not proofread ;; THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNIER THAN INTENDED. BUT IM BAD AT BEING FUNNY :(