#kamisato ayato.... where is my wife

[petorahs]

the thing about me liking genshin is that i go through this period where i dont actually like it or play and i mute every word about it and unfollow blogs i used to get content from and stuff but then the game comes out with another banger whether that be the music (they never missed with this tbh but theres only so much spotify/youtube can do than hearing it yourself), gameplay, lore or characters

so i painstakingly unmute and refollow each thing... its like a walk of shame except i subjected myself to this

[hotpinkstars]

WE NEED THE COMFORTT FOR THE BLIND READER FUN YOU CAN’T LEAVE US HANGING LIKE THIS?????? (can’t do angst no comfort 😔)

-> blinded mistakes - happy ending

synopsis -> your husband feels bad for the way he snapped the other day. how does he make it up to you?

a/n -> approximately 28 people have asked for a part 2. this is insane i have so many people to tag (who aren't anons, obviously) BUT THANKS FOR ALL THE LOVE ON MY OTHER ONE OMGGGGG!!!! i love u all sm

warnings -> crying, but that's kinda all lol. this ones mostly just fluff!

w/c -> 951

-> kamisato ayato

it’s been a few days since the argument. 

ayato had been given an extension due to his circumstances, and didn’t have to worry about the ruined papers due to the kindness from the city's higher-ups who assigned him such papers in the first place. a lot of them were salvageable, too.

once he finished them, he leaned back, smiling from the stress relief. he got up, grabbed a cup of tea from the kitchen, and realized something.

you weren’t in the main room, waiting for him to leave his office so you two could spend some time together.

he then thought back about the events that took place. his chest immediately fills with regret at the words spoken to you. coincidentally, ayaka walked into the room.

“ayaka, have you seen y/n?” he hurried to his sister, who simply sighed.

“they’ve been in their room. they’ve been beating themselves up about the incident, so now they’re afriad of moving incase they bother you more,” she brushed past him. “good luck making amends. they’re incredibly hurt.”

he nodded, processing the information. he pacewalked to your shared bedroom, where he opened the door to see your sleeping form. 

he sat next to you, stroking your hair until you woke up. when you felt a hand on top of your head, you flinched a little bit.

“who’s there?” you said in a soft voice, unwilling to cause more issues by lashing out or showing aggression. 

“ayato,” he took his hand off your head. “i’ve come to say i’m sorry.”

you got up and found the headboard, slowly resting yourself up on it. “why all of the sudden? i hope you understand that you really hurt me, ayato. i’ve been too scared to get up these last few days because of the way you made me feel. the only times i’ve gotten up were to go to the restroom, bathe, and eat, but thoma would bring me something here. i still think about the words you said and your gestures.”

he looked down, sighing. he didn’t realize how much of an effect his words and actions had on you, but now that he’s hearing it from you, it seems like two more tons added to his shoulders. “don’t worry about it. it was salvageable, and you hadn’t ruined anything.”

“i wish you told me that when it happened, ayato,” you started to tear up. “i forgive you, but i don’t want to hear that again. it made me feel like shit.”

he nodded, hugging you tight, letting you cry into his shoulder. you felt around his body to realize he was wearing his white and blue suit, the one he usually goes out to fight in. 

“i’m not ruining this suit, right…?” you brought your face off his shoulder, but he immediately shoved it back in the same spot, silently telling you the obvious answer. 

he was glad he was able to resolve things. he couldn’t imagine a life without you.

-> wriothesley

it’s been about a week since wriothesley has seen you. he figured you went out of the fortress, staying over at a hotel or with a friend, like navia or chlorinde. he pretty much figured it would be chlorinde, considering she hasn’t come down to the fortress or has tried to initiate contact with him since the incident. 

he figured he’d try knocking on both doors, starting with navia. once navia told him everything he needed to know; that you were with chlorinde, he rushed over to her place.

“what are you doing here?” she scoffs as she opened the door, leaning against the doorframe. “your wife told me everything. i hope to trust that you didn’t embarrass her in front of the people who work for the palais mermonia, especially monsieur neuvillette himself.”

he shook his head, rubbing at his temples. “just let me see her, would you? i want to apologize.”

she nodded, clearing the doorway, allowing him to rush into the spare bedroom. 

you knew he was the one coming towards your room, considering his footsteps were a lot heavier than anyone you’ve ever known. his were tough, threatening. 

“wriothesley! w-what are you-” you started, your heart beating a little faster.

“i want to apologize for the things i said. i didn’t have to completely redo all my papers, and neuvillette understood the situation, and i was able to get an extent.”

you shook your head. “so you embarrassed me then, huh? you told them everything? that your stupid blind wife who is not even near good enough for you ruined your work?” 

he was speechless. he didn’t know how to respond to that sentence, so he put his hands on your shoulders, asking for silent permission to take you into a hug. once you nodded, he embraced you tightly. 

“no, i didn’t tell them that. i told him it was just a spill, and that i was able to save some of the papers. neuvillette is a very understanding man, and this never happens. i never need new copies or need extents, so he was willing to do it this time. nothing about you came up in our conversation,” he swallowed a lump in his throat before going on. “and you’re not stupid. you’re also the perfect choice for me, not good enough my ass. no matter what i have to do to make you see that, just because you have a disability doesn’t mean you’re unworthy.”

you started to cry, letting the tears spill into his chest, creating a damp spot on his tie. 

“so you don’t hate me then?” you sniffed.

“no, not at all. i couldn’t bring myself to hate you for something as dumb as that.”

[azullumi]

“everyone adores you, at least i do” ; prince kamisato ayato

summary — it was a political marriage between two people for the sake of peace, it was a sacrifice you were willing to take, a role that you must fulfill, however, ayato seems to have different plans, different feelings ; alternatively, the prince you were politically wedded to is pining over you.

pairing — prince!kamisato ayato w/ fem!reader

tags — fluff, pining, sweet and gentle ayato, not proofread, alternative universe ; headcanon

words — 900+

note — i feel like he’ll be the type to say “where’s my wife?” like those books do

It was a marriage to solidify the relationship between two kingdoms, you were merely a princess sold for the freedom of your land, there was nothing more to it.

So when you first met him for the sake of introduction and familiarity before he became your husband, there was nothing but silence in between you two, only a small conversation that would fall apart before being picked up with a different topic as you walked around with him. But no one is to blame here, you were strangers to each other (maybe) and what you two had during that time wasn’t awkwardness, it was just tranquility.

Although it did go on until the first night of such a significant event, the wedding,—the night of passion, or whatever the servants had told you—as it was nothing but stillness. He told you that it’s best to just sleep instead and so nothing happened. He simply laid there on one side of the bed while you were on the other, trying to get rid of your thoughts: it’s alright, you two were strangers that were practically forced into a couple and to bed together.

But, oh, if only you knew the thoughts that raced inside his head during that night as he laid there beside you, if only you knew how much he yearns for you, how much he wants to touch you. He wants you but he could not act on his desires as he was too afraid, afraid that he might scare you, that he might accidentally hurt you in the process. Ayato is a brave and confident person but in front of you, he was nothing, stripped of his title as a noble prince, he was nothing but a man who fell in love with a princess from what once was their rival kingdom.

“Your highness, why—“

“Ayato,” he corrects you with a small smile on his face, there was no malice or sign of annoyance in his tone, just gentleness and warmth, “We’re already husband and wife, we have no need for such formalities. Unless you're still not comfortable or used to it, do not fret, I am not pressuring you.”

He was letting you go at your own pace, to tread on the path that is comfortable for you without anyone ever pressuring you, you can take your time—it was hard to trust and find comfort in a place full of strangers. especially more so when it’s a place that your kingdom once considered as the enemy—, he’s not rushing you, nobody is, and if ever there is someone doing so, he’ll get rid of them. All he wants is for you to feel safe and warm, that you’ll soon grow to trust him; he only wishes that his touch will soon become your peace and this place will soon become your home.

Until you are ready, until you are willing to accept him, he’s not going to make a move on you but he will be there by your side—just like how he sleeps beside you and will be willing to comfort if ever you were to wake up from a nightmare or have a hard time falling asleep—, until then, he’ll settle on a distance.

And though you might think he might have gone crazy—just like what some of the people in the palace have murmured to each other about him—but maybe he actually has, he wakes up and he immediately thinks of you, the corners of his mind and the edges of his thoughts simply form into you, ever since you came into his life, it was all just you—as if he never existed for his own, as if his soul was meant to spell out the letters of your name. He built a garden made out of your favorite flowers, a library filled with books you love to read, servants and maids that swore their loyalty to you, and everything. He professed his love by providing you with such things even if you were to never realize his feelings.

He likes waking up first before you do, loves being able to see and admire the lines etched and carved on your skin, to see and intertwine himself the rhythm of your breath, and watch the way you tangle yourself in the sheets���and he wishes it was all him, the honeyed light passing through the window spilling on you and casting a soft ethereal glow on the bane of your existence. He likes taking walks with you when he needs a break from all his work, likes eating or resting with you, and especially likes going past the walls of the palace to head to the bustling streets and the busy market together with you, pretending that you were simply just people; the scolding you’ll get with him when you two return after escaping is worth it.

He looks at you, in your sleep, in your waking hours, in his dreams, and he loves you. He loves you, he loves you, he loves you, and it terrifies him how much he would do for you, what he would do for you. You can say anything and he will not abandon you, no matter what you think, no matter what the words that will come out of your mouth, he’ll love you just the same and perhaps more.

“Because I love you in ways more than one.” He kneels in front of you, eyes with longing and affection in it looking up to you, his gaze warm as well as the smile on his face. He brought your hand that he took hold with his own to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on your knuckles, he holds you as if you’re the most fragile thing in the universe. Darling, dearest, beloved, he was yours as well as that you were his.

How is it that he holds such feelings for you so much so that it’s spilling into his hands? A complicated question for some but for him, it was easy to answer: it’s simply because you’re loveable. You’re not hard to cherish, to love, you’re simply human in a way that should be treated as one, not because you’re a princess and his wife. He loves you as if he’s meant to do so.

© azullumi — do not plagiarize, copy, repost, nor translate any of my works.

[pearlywritings]

Distracted

synopsis: is what you are when it comes to your husband's marvelous hands

prompt: 19

requested by: a lovely anon

pairing: Ayato Kamisato x fem!reader

tw: smut, established relationship, fingering

word count: 1k+ words in total

a/n: part of my Token of appreciation writing event! Closed now, still have 2 more requests to write

“I am wondering what could be so distracting that you couldn't hear my voice anymore.”

“Your hands.”

This small interaction, this seemingly innocent admission of yours was what led to this situation. But how could it not? Your husband's hands are elegant - from thin wrists to long fingers with well-manicured nails. Skin milky and smooth is pleasant to touch, caress the backs of his hands, sliding your fingers right in-between his, but you also love the messy look of them after a training session or getting some tiny specks of ink from the hours spent over the paperwork.

Or completely soaked with your arousal.

“You can’t stop squirming, can you?” The teasing lilt in your husband’s voice is ever-present, but now is laced with desire. Your back arches harder, head lolling to the crook between his neck and shoulder, hot breath fanning against his chin. Two of your beloved’s fingers slowly drag against your clenching walls, drawing more needy gasps and occasional swipe on your clit with his thumb earns Ayato a soft moan.

“Can’t help it…” You murmur, reaching a hand to play with a longer lock of his blue hair. “Your fingers are just…”

“Too distracting?” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your hair.

“Oh, come on…” You quietly whine, embarrassed. After all, you didn’t expect your honest answer to backfire at you in such a form: back then Ayato immediately abandoned his calligraphy practice and urged you onto bed as he momentarily exited the bedroom to wash his hands. The hands that in a minute were tugging your clothes off till you ended up completely naked and now those slim fingers are stuffed into your pussy as you are sitting between his spread legs, leaning back onto him.

“You are so pretty… Archons, my wife is so pretty like this,” as if reading your mind, the man admires the position he put you in. He can easily see over your shoulder how he disappears inside you to the knuckles and reappears all wet and sticky. “Look down for me, princess. Please, look at yourself.”

“But then…mm…I’ll be distracted a-ah-gain…” You try to object, but your husband only smiles, bringing a free hand to your chin, turning your head to look you in the eyes.

“I wouldn’t mind if you did,” a sweet kiss is pressed against your lips and he purposefully presses on your g-spot to swallow an equally sweet cry of yours. To the Abyss his long fingers!

Once separated, Ayato lets his hand fall to your breast, teasing neglected nipple with a pad of his digit. Your gaze lowers to where his hand has occupied space between your legs and you nearly choke on a gasp. His hand is drenched in your juices.

“Like what you see?” Another tease that makes your heart skip a beat and a little nibble he gives the shell of your ear that leaves you breathless. “Just imagine how nicely it would look with my dick stretching you.”

A skillful flick of his wrist and your lover starts hitting that spongy spot inside you with scaring precision. Realization slips through the thickening fog in your head - all this time he’s been just playing with you.

“A-ayato-!” Your voice cracks when the pulsing in your core intensifies. It doesn’t decrease the speed of your approaching orgasm how he cups your breast and gently tugs on a hardened bud. Thumb returns to your clit permanently, drawing tight circles on a puffy nub, eliciting delicious moans out of your throat.

Your soles dig into the mattress, your back is once again arched and head thrown onto his shoulder; fingers desperately tug onto the material of his domestic robe, creasing it onto his thighs. Trying to anchor yourself in place, you involuntarily rock your rear against his aching cock and Ayato, your publically prim and proper husband, curses. Lewdly.

“Fuck... Y/n, please, just like that- mmm, rub yourself on me, rub on me, rub on me,” he whispers into your ear, breathing heavily, speeding thrusting of his fingers and releasing your chest to wrap an arm around your middle, pressing you into him. “You feel so good, you are so soft- Archons!”

You mewl, overwhelmed, clenching around his digits, practically leaking onto the sheets - he’s been toying with your poor cunt for so long. So it’s no surprise that when he tells you to cum - you do.

Ayato drinks in the sight of your release, he imprints into his memory the images of your throbbing clit, of convulsing clenches of the ring of muscles, tightly wrapped around his still moving fingers, of your heavily rising and falling chest, nipples alluringly erected, of your quivering lips and lidded eyes, eyelashes fluttering like the butterfly’s wings. You are the image of perfection and that’s what a man like Kamisato Ayato always strikes for.

Finally, he stills the movement and carefully, not to abuse your pure nerves even more, takes the fingers out. Resting that soaked palm on your thigh, he reaches his cleaner hand to brush away the stray hairs that stuck to your face, creating a debauched visage of his gorgeous wife. He notices how your eyes follow the ministrations, blown pupils locked on what has started this whole ordeal, and the man can’t help but tease you some more.

“Distracted again?” 

“Mhm…” Guess, not that much, if you manage to answer him. Look, you even try to stretch your bent legs. “You would be too if I had hands as pretty as yours.”

“But yours are pretty,” he reaches to take the one closer to him and bring it to his lips, kissing the inside of the wrist. “I am just better at hiding my distracted state.”

“Oh… So you say…” You bite your lip but still push your body to straighten in your sitting position, to slightly turn. Ayato patiently waits as you get comfortable against his raised knee and thigh, body now half-turned to speak face to face. “You say if I was to stroke your dick just the way you like, your attention wouldn’t stray from the conversation we might have?”

Your husband swallows thickly, yet his shaft twitches. It doesn’t go unnoticed by you though, and with the most saccharine smile, your palm envelopes the prominent bulge under his robe.

“Let’s test it out then~”

[shunsuiken]

THE ONE I RETURN TO.

pairing. kamisato ayato x fem!reader

genre. fluff + marriage au + reader is kinda shy btw (PLEASE CAN U BLAME ME ITS AYATO) + also you wear fragranced hand cream here

synopsis. day to day life married to kamisato ayato is never boring. there is always something to complete and achieve by the end of the day. however, due to your husband’s busy schedule, he’s never seen you in your element at work to ensure the household is in order. and tonight, he finally gets that chance.

wc. 2k

an. heavily inspired by ayato’s character story where the maids and servants often leave notes for him on his study so that he stays up to date with anything going on in the household I LOVE MY HUSBAND SO MUCH AWHWEHEURUFHDB its also my birthday today (well, it was, like 30mins ago but still) so this is a gift from me to you <3 okay please enjoy !!!

as ayato’s wife, you make sure to take care of the household while your husband attends to official duties. even if these duties take much of his time, you don’t fail to report and update him of any changes or requests made within the household and thanks to his lovely sister, ayaka, you learnt that the estate’s way of filling in the clan head on any news was though writing little notes to stick onto any books that were left open after the commissioner left his study.

as your husband, ayato really should be spending more time with you. everyone around him is aware of the capable and loving wife he has at home. some even whisper underneath their breaths that the lord commissioner is too busy to even have a wife. but he knows that is wrong, he doesn’t leave you unattended. in fact, he showers you in so many gifts (hand creams, hair products, skin care products—the list goes on!) when he knows he’ll be on business for longer than usual. this is how you found two new sets of kimono’s waiting for you on your shared bed. you must admit, they’re gorgeous. the delicate hands of ogura mio never disappoint… you nod your head in agreement to your own thoughts as you hold up the material closer to your face.

a knock on the door snaps you out of your mind.

“yes?”

“y/n? i was wondering if you were free? thoma made some pastries, would you like to—”

you bolt for the shoji before sliding it open with practiced grace. your gentle smile greets ayaka’s cute expectant expression. “of course, ayaka! you know i always have time for you.”

her eyes curl like crescents, boldly looping her arm with yours so she can take you to the area outside the estate’s doors. the evening breeze is cool but it doesn’t make you chilly enough to request a coat.

you and ayaka have always been the best of friends, even before you were wed to ayato. although you were a few years older than her, it did not change the shared frequency you both had when it came to certain hobbies and topics. then one day, you met ayato while he was on official business and you couldn’t deny how composed and… gorgeous that man was on that day. so after silently eyeing each other from across the room of authorities and inazuman nobility, he finally introduced himself, saying “he never had the pleasure of meeting you.”

you both soon grew closer, contacting each other through letters—referring to one another as your “penpal” when really you two were flirting (very, very subtly) on a piece of paper. you both only spoke during events hosted by other noble clan’s or official authorities, which was for the safety of both your reputations because god forbid a rumour that the yashiro commissioner was seeking a wife. imagine the uproar it would cause in inazuma city!

oh, and it certainly did.

as you stack papers upon papers in your husband’s study, you reminisce quietly with a relaxed smile on your face. you take the notes other servants have left and arrange them in categories of: household updates, requests and miscellaneous things. you often find yourself reading through the miscellaneous category of notes the most as they bring a laugh out of you. once you read that a servant politely asked the clan head to watch his step when leaving the study so he would avoid bumping into any potted plants. you remember that day and you remember how you were holding in your laughter at the disaster in the room when thoma showed you.

“my lady, sometimes the lord likes to get ahead of himself so it results in his feet working quicker than his head,” thoma commented as he cleaned the mess of soil and the depressing state of the plant.

you hummed in agreement. “that, i could tell very easily.”

a chuckle leaves your lips as you read through more of the notes from the retainers. “oh dear, these are too much for me.” you cover your mouth to contain your giggles. these people just have the most outlandish things to say! oh well, it is nice to know they aren’t afraid to be honest.

you’re lucky it’s past midnight, when everyone is asleep so they wouldn’t have to hear your muffled giggles.

everyone except for one person.

your husband, of course. who idly stands in the corridor with the shoji being the one thing that separates you two. he listens to how you whisper under your breath as you read the notes, or how you repeat what some of them say due to how amusing they are.

“my lord, your bountiful order of rice cakes will arrive within 3-5 days. until then please refrain from stepping into the kitchen to fi—pfft.” clearly, pursing your lips isn’t enough to keep you from bursting into laughter. “—to fix up your own—oh no, that is absolutely something he would do.”

ayato only realises how much he’s been yearning to hear your voice until now. it’s a shame this is the first time he’s bumped into you on these midnight reviews (he can see the smile on your face as you read the note even when he’s not looking at you, oh how he misses that sweet look on your face). licking his lips lightly, his gloved fingers stealthily slide the shoji open by an inch so the view reveals your figure that is turned back to him. his lavender gaze captures the sight of your hair loose and that you’re wearing the yukata he gifted you two weeks ago. you sit comfortably on his specially made tatami mat too.

sometimes ayato barely even has the time to be in your presence. but this moment right now, where he enjoys your presence without you even knowing, is nice. although the painful drop in his stomach inks him with a tinge of regret, he well understands how his duties must stay a priority. after all, he has a family to protect. ayaka, you, thoma and the retainers. he cannot fail any of you.

ayato purses his lips before he announces his presence with a light thud of the shoji shutting behind him. “hello darling.”

your spine snaps straight up at the sound and the voice. “ayato?” turning around, you watch your husband make his way toward you sitting on his tatami mat. he kneels down beside you before pulling another mat from the side to sit on it.

your mind struggles to process the moment until he is sat down. your movements are paused, two notes from the retainers still held in your hands. “when… did you arrive? it’s pretty early.”

a light chuckle leaves ayato’s lips, “darling, what are you implying? would you rather i leave?” he puts on an expression feigning disappointment, pretending to get up from his seat.

your hands move quickly, halting his act with your warm palm on his knee. “no no, don’t! stay here please.” the hastiness in your voice is accompanied by your wide eyes that have a longingness to them, a longingness that you still struggle to communicate verbally. which is how you end up subconsciously relying on your husband’s perceptiveness to get wind of what you’re feeling without telling him.

he huffs at you fondly, fixing his clothing to sit comfortably on the tatami mat again. then he takes your hand in his hand before you can pull it back. “as you wish, my dear.” he tugs on your hand and you give him a questioning look.

“come closer.”

“o- oh.” your other hand scrunches up the material of your yukata, which ayato totally sees and pretends he doesn’t. little shit. you want to curse because he knows how good he is at making your heart flutter. your body gives into him nonetheless, the longing and yearning for him finally melting into your limbs as you become putty in his arms, sitting in between his legs with both the tatami mats providing your bottom's comfort.

your arms shyly snake around his clothed waist, comfortably wrapping yourself around your husband you missed so much.

ayato lets you do whatever you want, knowing you will indulge in his invitation. sliding his gloves off his fingers, he puts them on the table so that he can feel your body without the obstruction. such a sullied garment that shakes hands with officials, signs documents and motions at retainers to obey his orders simply does not earn the right to hold you.

your head hides in the juncture between his neck and shoulder and he feels your soft breaths against his neck. he gently places his jaw on the crown of your head, finding solace in the embrace as his arms hold onto your smaller body.

the warmth from his palms spread on your skin, calming your nerves instantaneously.

“so is this what you do in my office at this time?”

you hum into his skin, “usually you’re not home by this time so it’s only natural you don’t bump into me when i’m in here.” your breath tickles ayato, a tug playing on his rosy lips at the physical intimacy. “you can imagine how shocked i was when you magically appeared behind me.” your soft giggle fills the room momentarily.

“it’s no wonder that all of my notes are arranged tidily when i return,” ayato chuckles softly, “it’s not to say that they weren’t tidy before but these notes held a certain scent on them that led me to believe that my wife was here prior.” he gently takes your hand that was wrapped around him, pulling it up to plant a kiss on your knuckles.

oh, you definitely felt how he inhaled slightly when his lips touched your knuckles. you glare at him, but there is no anger behind your eyes. “you rascal, you sniff your notes?”

ayato’s grin only widens at the name you call him, enjoying your response to his teasing. “darling, you’re the only one in this estate who wears this scented hand cream. i also personally chose it for you so i had no doubts about it.” he then sighs disappointedly, “though it is a shame this is the first time i’ve caught you in here, what if you stayed longer next time?”

you deadpan at him. “you want me to camp out here in your office?” because with his schedules, you might not even step foot into your bedroom until dawn.

ayato shakes his head, laughing softly at your expression. “don’t say that, you know i rush home every time once i’m finished.”

you pat his shoulder, putting on an act of sympathy before exhaling to feign exasperation. “and you will find me in our bedroom once you’re done.”

“y/n!” your husband almost whines, his brows creasing sorrowfully.

his expression doesn’t improve until you’ve kissed every inch of his pretty face, and only then does the corner of his lip curl up. with your hands cupping his face, he opens an eye to peek over at you ready to give him another smooch, consequently making you pause.

“are you satisfied, my lord?”

“hm, perhaps another one—over here.” ayato ponders for a moment before tapping his index finger on his own cheek. he closes his eyes yet again to await your kiss.

it does not arrive.

so he opens his eyes again, mouth ready to pester you with complaints for not granting him your divine kisses but just as he does, you’re up in his face to place that kiss he was waiting for on his cheek.

“there you go, happy?”

“most unbelievably.” his voice is soft, tender, almost a whisper. but clear enough for your ears to catch it. ayato stares at you with these eyes that tempt you into looking away. the loving and affectionate gaze of those lilac eyes, paired with that gentle curl of his pink, moistened lips is reserved, just for you. he takes your hands in his again, lifting one of them to place another ardent kiss on your knuckles. 

“especially since it’s you, the one i return to.”

[blueparadis]

╰┈➤ INSCAPE ✦ AYATO KAMISATO.

⟣ ──┈ · · · + synopsis ➢ After a year of marriage when your confrontation strikes the heart of lord kamisato, he dedices to play fair and by your rules. Certainly, if he does what you ask of him, you would not be angry at him would you now?

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⟣ ──┈ · · · + cw ➣ fem!reader, wife!reader, husband!ayato kamisato, trophy wife treatment, terms of endearment, established relationship, marriage of convenience, angst and comfort, enemies to lovers dynamic, sorta hate sex ( but there is no sex. i mean there is but just a little ),drunk!reader, marking, temperature play ( wax play + ice play ), virginity k!nk, foreplay, aftercare >> implied piv sex; 2,2k word count. | blog navigation + koct’23 masterlist. |

A month has passed since you stepped into the Kamisato estate yet Ayato rarely made time for his wife. Of course, like all other men, he used work as an excuse to avoid you like a plague. How could he not? When you confessed that your father had forced you into this marriage with tears in your eyes and rage in your heart yelling that if you could you would have rather die than be a man like him. It was a bolt from the blue to see someone with whom Ayato had decided to share half of him choose death over him. So, Ayato kept his distance; kept up the mirage of this marriage, and deserted you in your misery. It has been a month since the day you married him and nothing has changed since then.

As usual, after eight, Thoma accompanied his master to the study room. “Tomorrow I have to go somewhere. Thoma, please take care of the household for a day.” His butler listens and nods.

“When will you be back Lord Ayato?” Thoma asked hanging his master’s coat in the rack. “Will your lady accompany you?” Ayato pauses stacking files one upon the other on his hand to ponder and then answers.

“It is just work-related.” Thoma beams at that and leaves his master alone in his room. The part where Ayato stands is just the entrance, where the light is always on. He grabs another candle stand and walks up to his desk in the dark, lighting them up. And, when he turns around his eyes glimmered on you like grapes ripening before the arrival of the season. 

You turn around standing against the window admiring the moon in its glory with a goblet in your hand and a wine bottle kept on your husband’s table. It is empty. You look at your husband, part your lips, and bring the goblet near your soft lips speaking in a calm tone. “You do not seem surprised to see me here.” You take a sip and tilt your head. “Have you been thinking about me—like this: standing here, waiting for you, my love?” Ayato does not break his silence. He just watches like a hawk. He leans against his desk crossing his arms over his chest. 

You slowly walk up to him making sure you do not trip. The moment you move the world takes a quick spin, composing yourself you see your husband inches away from you. Finishing the last bit of wine you keep the glass on the desk. You keep your hands on the desk along his firm stature and lean into his face. “Or were you expecting someone else, my love?” You are clearly drunk and maybe so, because you wanted to confront him since never before have you been this rebellious. 

Ayato has always kept a distance from you, letting you live freely, working the way you want. While  attending parties and get-togethers, you were cautious not to let the curtain of perfect marriage slip and show the world its ugly, rotten side. At times like that, his heart warmed from your vicinity; mind and body at constant battle for you. Of course, what would you know what it is like to love someone, and get nothing in return? That kind of love eats you from the inside.

If you hated him openly he could give you an excuse, perhaps an affair or chronic drinking habit but you are perfect maintaining this marriage. But you suspected him of cheating on you was salt to his wound. It hurt his pride. 

Ayato grabs one of your hands, pushing it away and spinning you to stand behind you. Both of your hands are under his grip. His left hand being free finds its way over your breasts. He does not like them. There is a fair amount of distance between his left hand and your upper body. As he finishes tracing your body and ultimately keeping his gloved hand over your belly button he hoarsely whispered into your ears, “You tell me. For whom are you wearing this flimsy dress? 

He rests his chin over the nook of your shoulders. You release a soft breath. “Or is it because you have been lonely?” You rub your thighs together feeling the warmth of his breath behind your ears. “Did you ask help from Thoma?”

“What? How could you—I’d never— Ayato shuhses you swinging his body a little making you sway, as if calming a crying baby. Then he speaks sternly, “At least I have a name. Who are you accusing me of?” 

“Why are you breathing so hard, love?” He exclaims eye over your belly letting you know how much he can feel your restlessness. 

“Leave me Ayato. Leave my hand.” You murmur. There is still a fight in you despite being hurt. He rubs his nose against your shoulder line making you arch your head a bit. He is trying to remember what triggered you and that you were willing to wash all your pride and shame to come to him. You hear a pop sound and a little later feel the graze of his lips, the hot breaths. He understands now. He understands why, why are you here? Closing his mouth he presses his body against your back.

You turn your head to take a look at his face. Your eyes are burning, eyelids heavy and vision focuses and defocuses often. “Thoma— he will, will be here to serve your dinner.” You drawl, one word toppling over the other. The way you took his butler’s name sounded like you were moaning it. “Please. Please Ayato. Leave me.” You feel his hand that was over your tummy loving away and as you take a sigh of relief you turn your face from him. As you close your eyes to dull the incoming wave of pain, you feel his hands underneath your nightgown, nudging in between your thighs seeking permission.

“What?” Ayato drawls tightening his grip on your wrists at the valley of your waist. “Didn’t you say you hated me on our first night? Then, why are you so wet?” He elongated ‘so’ as he spoke into your ears causing goosebumps to light up your supple skin. Embarrassment and shame bloomed all over your body. Your mind denied him while your body was willing to accept him. Not to mention that you are so wet and just from this? Another lie came into the light. The fact that you told him that you were a virgin to keep him ravaging you away is such a brave and bold move. 

“Aren’t you full of surprises my love?” He pulls out his gloved hand making you whimper and extends it in front of you to show how much you are turned on. Your arousal stuck onto his gloved hands, drips along the base of his palm as he motions his ring and middle finger. “Not only that,” He scooted over to a side shamelessly staring at your breasts, “Your nipples. They are hard.” His lips moved closer to your ears. He whispers, “So hard.” Makes him wanna suck and bruise them.

The wine is doing its job perfectly. Your senses are lithe and loose. There is a tingling feeling all over your skin and wherever his touch graces, the feeling magnifies resonating in between your legs. The grip on your hands that are held at your back is still there, still so strong. You fidget with your hands a little and Ayato shifts his hand, inserting his fingers through the gaps of your of both hands locking them firmly. 

You turn your head, with lust coinciding with desperation in your eyes, and your lips dash onto yours. Ayato is surprised at first but when he notices that your eyes are closed, lips so dedicatedly working against his he returns the favor. You think his instincts are becoming dilute. You slip your tongue trying to dull his senses more so that you can break free from his hold but all you feel is the cold grab of his gloved hand on your breasts over the cloth. Your body curls instantly under his touch making you snatch your mouth away.

“C’mon, it is our one-month anniversary. Let’s celebrate.” He mutters reading into your thoughts and then, pulling his glove by holding it in between his teeth exposing his ivory white skin. When he inclines for a kiss you turn away your head. Your breaths become erratic, heavy, and irregular. He can help you with that but you are being so stubborn. There is a pregnant pause before he bends you over the desk, and towers above you to murmur into your ears. “Fine. Have it your way.”

Ayato stands spreading his legs further against your lower body making you immobile. Still, you manage to turn and face him. You notice him holding a candle in one hand. You could sense what was going on in his mind but before your body could follow the directions of your mind he grabbed your hands, locked them by slipping his fingers into yours and pinning them over your head. He lets a drop of wax fall onto your body. It is good that your robe is still on you. But it does not hurt much, there is a pleasure rapidly following the stinging pain making you greedy for another shot.

“That is no good. You are enjoying it.” He growls and pulls your robe down letting a train of wax fall on your skin. You try to scream, thinking about the amount of pain you will get but Ayato’s lips block you from doing so. Tears rolling from the corner of your eyes yet you do not want to let go of his lips. He is kissing so fervently, hungrily. You did not think your husband was capable of such passion.

Ayato breaks the kiss. The resistive forces in your body have died now. He does not even have to tell you to stay still. He bends the candle to let the wax fall on your skin again holding your garment above your boobs. “Now, my dear wife. Who are you trying to provoke by not wearing anything under? Is it me?” He drawls dramatically letting the wax fall in a trail over your boob writing the letters of his initials. You do not scream, neither protest but rather moan in pleasure. The pleasure is addictive, like the cool Breeze after a storm.

Keeping the candle in its place he pulls you up embracing. A certain while you feel the hot wax on your back again and you bite onto the column of his neck. The more he pours, the stronger your sucks and bites become. Once the candle reduces to half he stops and watching your body so bruised and red makes him mourn but the look on your face turns the table.

“Ayato. Ayato, please. I need you.” you start. Intoxication is still in effect numbing your senses. “I need you inside me, please, I miss you.” you moan and whimper in his arms. Ayato hears a knock. He knows it is Thoma. Must have heard your voices. Slipping his coat over you he takes you into his arms. 

“Lord Ayato—” he gasps, opening the door. Ayato adjusts you in his arms and you curl into his chest. 

He instructs, “Thoma. We are going to have dinner later.” and walks towards the washroom. Thoma asks if he should prepare a bath but Ayato just tells him he needs some ice.

Ayato places you beside the sink, on the slab. He starts undressing himself thinking how he will be inside you for the first time, fuck you witless. The way you are drunk so much, he thinks, you will barely resist or feel the pain, only the pleasure. 

Thoma kept a box of ice outside the door already, Ayato picks them up and he walks towards you naked, with ice in his hands, and rubs them over your back.  With such cold hands, he pulls apart your legs to make himself comfortable in between your legs. His cock is hard and awake. You touch his member, making him moan against your ear. He keeps rubbing your back with those ice cubes as you work up his cock to take him in.

“Eager. Aren’t we?” Ayato says against your ears as you place your hands around him. “You have no idea what you are asking for my wife.”

You buck your hips and push him to feel him inside you. The tip of his cock grazes your entrance. You murmur, “Oh, try me. I'm actually hard to impress.” and feel him push his cock all at once, feeling his base against your inner thighs. You scratch onto his back feeling the momentarily alive pain followed by a great wave of pleasure.

“I’m warning you. I’m going to hurt you if I fuck you.” Ayato rasps.

And you mutter over his lips in erratic breaths. “Oh— you mean — sharing the pain, — my dear husband?” 

“Ummm—hmmm” Ayato coos, kissing your lips. The night is going to be long and memorable.

[eisdendrobium]

glimpse of us

pairing : ayato x reader summary : ayato was forced into an arranged marriage with you while he's in love with a normal civilian. a/n : i wrote this mainly in ayato's pov for some reason— kinda rushed at the end cuz i ran out of ideas (send help)

part 2

"can't wait to see you as the Yashiro Commissioner ayato" she said with a cheeky smile plastered on her face.

in which ayato respond with a shy smile and a rosy color on his face "and i can't wait to have you by my side when we finally got married"

shattered.

that was what ayato feels.

his family is arranging a marriage for him with a noble woman, they said it was for the sake of the kamisato family, for kamisato is one of the strongest family in inazuma.

he stood stiffly, how could they? forcing him into marrying someone he didn't even know, further more love.

but he realize that there's nothing he could do, he's the first child of the kamisato, the future head of the family. he understands that what his parent did was for their future but ayato couldn't help but feel helpless.

"you should end it with that girl, ayato." his father sternly said.

"what? no way father, i.. i love her" with desperate eyes ayato plead.

"it's an order. coming from the head of the kamisato, don't make me do it the hard way" ayato could feel his lungs closing in, was this really the end? he had planned everything so perfectly for him and his beloved, why does it has to end now? why this way? "go now. you are dismissed" "yes father"

ayato went to see her, sitting under one of the sakura tree. ayato finds it hard to make his way towards her, but with heavy feet, he forces himself to come and sit beside her.

after a moment of silent, she finally spoke, her eyes never left the book she's reading "so, what did your father talked about?" ayato tense up with the mention of his father.

he clears his throat and shift his body to look at her "listen there's something i have to talk about" finally rising her head from the book, she looks at him with waiting gaze.

"...my family is arranging me with a noble." ayato could see the sudden change of emotions in her eyes after what he said.

"please.. i'm sorry, i had no say in this" oh the way her eyes watered as she look up to see the already crying ayato. "i'm scared, truly i'm scared, not for me but for us. for you. i'm scared to know what will happen if i didn't act quickly to their demand." ayato subconsciously held her hand, squeezing it, trying to comfort her and himself.

she look down with a sad smile on her face, tears threatening to spill. she knew it was bound to happen, she's a normal civilian and he's a noble of course his parents would want him to marry another noble.

"i see,, does this mean we couldn't see each other again?" she asked

ayato looks at her with desperate eyes, as he open his mouth to speak yet nothing came out for a few seconds "no.. of course not" and she just smiles at him, the smile he have always love yet somehow shatters him.

-----

today is the day ayato could finally meet his future wife, though he didn't even see the need to get all excited for this.

his parents-even ayaka- had told him that this future wife of his is a perfect girl, she could cook, independent, and caring, yet ayato paid no mind to any of that, he just wants to get this over with.

a knock was heard from the door and ayato's father was more than ready to greet them. a couple of moments later the maid and their family enter his living room, where ayato and his family is sitting.

getting up from their seat, ayato's father greet them with a warm hug "so [name], this is ayato, the one i've been telling you about" your father gestures his hand towards ayato who just gave you a small smile. "i think it's best for the two of you to get to know each other while we could discuss about the wedding" your father suggest with a smile on his face while looking at the both of you.

you smile as you see ayato walking towards you and hand out his arm for you to hold, "right this way, i'll show you around" ayato smiled.

after that day ayato learned that indeed what they say about you are true, he also learned that you're quite shy with him. maybe this wouldn't be that hard.

----

the wedding day finally came and ayato finds himself fiddling with the edge of his kamisato jacket. this is it, he thought, there's no turning back.

he step out of his room and take his stance at the altar, waiting for your entrance.

music starts to play as the grand door opens itself, revealing you, in your beautiful shiromuku, a huge smile could be seen in your face as you slowly walk towards ayato, hand in hand with your father.

it was dreamy, everyone eyes on you and yours on his.

ayato could feel a strange feeling inside of him as he stares at your approaching figure, he forces himself to give you and the audience a smile.

finally reaching the altar, ayato held your hand and the both of you said your vows.

"you may kiss the bride" and oh how soft ayato's lips feels on yours, though it was only a quick peck on the lips, you could already feel your inside turning upside down. after all, this is what you've dreamt of since you were little.

---

your marriage with ayato is nothing special, he treated you like his wife, yet never did he send you any loving gaze, never did he wrap his arm around, and never did he spent enough time with you like a lovely couple.

you knew about ayato's past relationship with the inazuma civilian so you gave him space to move on from the experience, yet up until now ayato never seem to have moved on.

"welcome home ayato! come, you must be tired from todays work! go take a shower while i prepare dinner for the both of us" you smile at him when he enters your sight. ayato gave you a small smile in return and a soft "of course" in return before leaving to the bathroom.

the dinner were filled with silence and the occasional pep talk the both of you throw.

ayato knows you're enough for him- more than enough actually- you're the perfect wife. you could comfort him whenever he feels stressed, even when he didn't say anything about it. you've always been good to him.

yet sometimes, perfect doesn't always mean that it's working. no matter how perfect you are, ayato could still see his past lover in you every now and then. the way you talk, the way you smile, the way you soothes his tense shoulder, all reminded him of her.

and little did he knows, you've always known this fact.

you saw him writing a letter for her one time, the look of pure joy in his face and the whispers that left his lips when he wrote every letter with love to her. you could feel something inside you breaking.

you've tried so hard to make this marriage works, but maybe ayato never tried to make this work, maybe ayato never tried to move on from his past lover.

but who are you to force him into doing what you please?

reblogs are greatly appreciated! and feel free to comment what you think ^^

[chillypowder]

Shadows of Doubt

Pair: Ayato Kamisato x Reader

Genre: Angst, no Comfort

The scent of cherry blossoms mingled with the faint aroma of incense, a familiar comfort in the Kamisato Estate. But the familiar beauty felt suffocating tonight. I sat on the veranda, watching the koi dance in the pond, their movements mirroring the restlessness in my heart.

“You look troubled, my love.”

Ayato’s voice, a soothing melody, cut through the quiet evening. He stood beside me, his presence as comforting as the warm glow of the setting sun.

'It’s just…,' I started, my throat constricting with a wave of emotions, 'this life.'

His eyes, the same shade as the twilight sky, held a gentle, understanding gaze.

“We are the Kamisato clan. Our responsibilities are great, and our standards even higher.”

His words, though intended to comfort, felt like a stone in my stomach. It was true, our lives were ruled by duty. Our every move scrutinized, every decision weighed against the well-being of Inazuma.

But it felt like the burden of responsibility was crushing me. Every day felt like a relentless race against time, a constant struggle to maintain the facade of perfection. We were puppets in a grand spectacle, our personal lives a mere footnote.

“Haven’t I given enough?” I finally whispered, the words echoing the unspoken frustration churning within me.

He frowned, a flicker of concern crossing his face. “We must uphold the legacy of our family, my love. That’s the oath we swore.”

I looked at him, his face etched with a familiar stoicism, a mask that hid the true person beneath. “But what about us? What about our marriage, Ayato? When do we get to just be… us?”

His voice hardened, “Our duties are paramount. It’s the price we pay for the honor of bearing the Kamisato name.”

The coldness in his words shattered the fragile peace I’d clung to. It was always about the family, about Inazuma, never about us. My voice cracked as I choked back the tears, the frustration finally reaching a breaking point.

“This is all just a facade, Ayato! A performance for the sake of upholding some fragile illusion of perfection. Where’s the real Ayato in all this? Where’s the man who promised me a life we could build together?”

A silence fell, heavy and suffocating, as I waited for his response. He looked at me, his eyes mirroring the pain in mine, yet his face remained impassive.

“You’re being sensitive, my love.”

The word, so carelessly thrown, pierced me like a shard of glass. It was a familiar dismissal, a way to brush aside my concerns, to silence my desperation. I realized then, with a crushing clarity, the extent of my delusion.

I had married the Yashiro Commissioner, not the man behind the mask. I had traded my heart for a title, my life for an illusion.

With a shaky breath, I stood up, my body trembling with a mix of anger and grief. “I’m done, Ayato. This charade, this constant struggle for approval, for perfection, it’s exhausting. I need more than the title of the Kamisato wife. I need a husband, a partner, a love that doesn’t come with a price tag.”

Without waiting for a response, I turned and walked away, my footsteps echoing the finality of my decision. As I left the Kamisato Estate, the once comforting scent of cherry blossoms turned bitter on my tongue, a reminder of the love I’d left behind. It was time to find my own happiness, even if it meant walking away from the gilded cage of my marriage.

[suguru-getos]

| Brat in her place | Ayato Kamisato x f!reader |

-> Been a while, I miss Waka 🤭 and I had so much fun writing this little prompt! Warnings: ruined orgasm, edging, he eventually decides to let you cum again tho kekeek.

“If the cunning rabbit burrows thrice, what of the cunning human?” You remember Ayato saying this to you once, when you asked if he has other— cards up his sleeve apart from the Shumatsuban. Being the high lady of the Kamisato clan, the wife of the head has it’s own highs and lows. Ayato was always kind to you, except when he’s not. That’s a rare predicament but you don’t mind it, infact— your behavior sometimes encourages it.

“Ah, Thoma! Your cooking is exquisite as always.” You beamed at the lunch table, having luncheon with Ayato and yourself. Ayato didn’t mind it, you were right of course. “I wonder if I could keep you all to myself.” This sentence, caused the housekeeper to flush hard, while irked Ayato’s reaction too. “Why of course, he is— kept by me.” Ayato corrected you, while you clicked your tongue, knowing you managed to get the territorial man exactly where you wanted him to be.

“Yes, of course Waka.” You nodded, sipping another slurp of the radish mixed veg soup and half-moaning at how your tastebuds danced with the aroma & delicacy. Granted you wouldn’t be this bold if it wasn’t only Ayato and Thoma in the room.

Thoma beamed with a cheerful grin, trying hard to ignore the way Ayato’s body language had changed from a welcoming to a commanding one. Oh boy— he felt as if he was in a Retainer meeting. Not good—“I’m glad you liked it, my lady. If you’d excuse me now, I have something to take care of.” Thoma bowed and left, making sure you don’t get a chance to stop him. If anything— both of the men knew you were in a mood today. A fiesty mood.

“Quite bold of you, to be so thorough with the sounds your little mouth makes when you enjoy something.” Ayato remarked, clicking his tongue and glancing towards you. “You jealous?” You bit back, maybe biting off more than you can chew.

“Me? Jealous? Well—” Ayato sounded almost surprised, a grave chuckle escaping his tight knit brows. “No, darling. I’m not jealous over your antics. I know completely these are nothing but parlor tricks to get my attention.” Ayato shrugged, taking a sip of the radish veggie soup. “No one can please you as good as me after all.” There he was— the spoiled, bratty Yashiro Commissoner in the flesh.

“Maybe I could, make it up to you… remind you how good my touch feels in every little crevice of your dainty little body. Or— maybe I could remind you of your manners, hmm?” Ayato’s fingers tilted your chin up, ensuring your eyes met his. Siren, glazed with flames of lust and dominance.

You gulped, evading eye contact at the statement. You could almost feel dizzy at the intensity with which Ayato was handling this. Fuck— you were clamping around nothing.

One thing led to another, Ayato asked if you’d like to be reminded of something— you agreed & now you were sitting pretty on his lap, legs spread and locked with his own in the way, back pressed snugly against his clothed chest and his heavy breaths sending jolts down your spine. Ayato had worn his gloves back, you know he does that when he’s in a mood to punish you, to put you back in your place. To remind you who you belong to.

He’s been at it for hours, lazily rubbing and strumming at your swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves while leaning his hand away as soon as he sees you cumming. You know Ayato is determined because he’s not left for his study since the lunch. You’ve been reduced to a babbling mess. “Yato— Please, please— s’ too much.” You wiggled against him, like a tied up bunny.

“Hmm, I know. It is too much for me to see you brat up so bad.” He hummed, sighing at the shell of your ear. His hot breath fanning over the earlobe just right, just enough to rise you to the apex of pleasure while he takes it all down. Leaves you tumbling down to nothing; then rakes it all up again.

“Yato— please- Waka Sama! Please!” You whimpered, feeling the pain in your clit getting used to the rigorous edging. It was then, that your body betrayed you, a mind melting orgasm coursing through every nerve ending as you whimpered, leaning your head back against his chest and rutting your hips for more—

Ayato leaned his hand back, again—

Cruel…

“Ah, going to have to ruin this one. Sorry, my love. You must know better than to ask for permission from your husband, who owns you, who takes care of you, who—” you were sobbing now, irritated at the pleasure seeping through your fingers and whimpering for more.

“Who puts you in your place.” Ayato completed his sentence, kissing your cheek and leaving you be. “Please— please I wanna cum. Yato— I’ll be good, so good for you.” Now you were truly begging, truly submitting to him like he wanted.

“Oh I’m not sure about that, you see— my wife is a force to reckon with. Even I know she can’t simply follow orders—”

“Yato— Please.” You quaked, lips quivering as you glanced up at him like a kicked puppy.

“Fine, I’m not that cruel now. At least, not to my one and only.” Ayato took off his gloves, a sign he’s pleased and this is all over. A sign of intimacy as his fingers raked their way through your over-edged cunt. “But remember— good girls.”

“A-ask for permission.” You gasped out, completing his sentence.

“That’s a good girl.”

[zhongrin]

sayang

◇ characters ◇ zhongli, diluc, childe, xiao, ayato, kazuha, albedo, al haitham

◇ tags ◇ absolutely teeth-rotting fluff, slightly suggestive on some

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

zhongli frequently calls you “dear”, “darling”, and “my dearest”. if you’re married, he would be the type to call you and always refers to you as “(my) wife/husband/spouse”. whenever he feels a little clingy or needy misses you, sweeter nicknames like “treasure”, “jewel”, “sweetheart”, or “little one” would come out, and that’s your cue to drop everything you’re doing to coddle this man.

whatever nicknames you use to refer to him, he loves it all - just your sweet voice calling his name will make his day brighter…. just be careful when you call him with his old archon names, especially in the bedroom ;)

diluc only calls you “beloved” in private at first, but as you get comfortable with your budding relationship he starts to use them in public too.

he finds himself loving the ticklish sensation in his chest when you refer to him as “my boyfriend” or “my husband” when talking with other people. cuter nicknames like “my firefly”, “boyfie”, “hubby”, and “my love” will always bring his cheeks aflame. he abhors his “darknight hero” nickname, but he thinks it’s not so bad when you call him “my darknight”.

childe has an assortment of nicknames he calls you and the list is quite literally endless, but he especially abuses the use of “babe”, “baby”, “love”, and “my water fairy”. oh, and you know those weird nicknames lovers have for each other? that’s the two of you. there are probably a lot of inside jokes between you both for those nicknames, and he especially loves the weirded-out looks you get from strangers because they would never understand.

still, his absolute favorite has to be you whispering his actual name as you stare into each other’s eyes under the moonless nights, with the overabundance of love he doesn't think he deserves contained within your voice - “ajax”.

xiao’s names carry a multitude of memories and significance. a new beginning, a war machine, a symbol of protection, a desperate attempt to save one’s life... but when they fall from your lips it turns into something dear, something precious and pure, free of bloodshed and karma and war. like you’ve washed it anew and cradled it within your warm arms for millennia, your warmth seeping into cold, cracked jade.

he mostly calls you by your name, only because you calling him by his renewed name makes his heart do a little flip and a stutter. but on some rarer days, you might hear him utter sweeter names like “my dreamcatcher” or even “love”...

just maybe.

.... if you’re really lucky.

ayato is a fan of calling you embarrassing nicknames in public so he can see you lose your composure. “sweetheart”, “darling”, “my dear”, “my love”... he has no shame. when your engagement is finalized, there isn’t a day that passes where he doesn’t call you “my fiance” or “my betrothed” at least ten times. people referring you to “mr/mrs/mx kamisato” after your formal union never fails to bring a genuinely proud smile to his lips.

you won’t see him lose his cool no matter how many cringy nicknames you use on him. secretly, he enjoys your attempt and has a tier list of the most amusing ones you manage to think of. so far “my black camellia”, “mr. pillar of teasery”, and “sugar daddy” (he had no idea what it meant at first but he lost it when he finally found out what it meant) are the top three.

kazuha’s nicknames are as poetic and as free as he is. he doesn't settle for any specific names and every day you have a chance of getting a new one, but you’ll know he’s calling for you because he’ll be using that special tone. “dove”, “sparrow”, “maple”, “leaf”, “sunshine”, “moonshine”, “my heart”, “my soulmate”, “my home”, “my one and only” - the list is expanding as we speak.

in turn, you do the same to him, and he would be lying to say that he’s not looking forward to what you’re going to call him today. in fact, it might inspire him to write yet another haiku, which he will write and stash within his drawer, along with hundreds other papers of poems previously written from your influence.

albedo didn't exactly understand the appeal of sweet nicknames until you start calling him things like “my stardust”, “dear”, and “my prince”.

it’s like you opened a floodgate since then. you’re [name] but you're also “my starlight”, “my love”, and “dearest”. he doesn't have a lot of petnames for you but there's always a soft smile on his lips whenever he calls you one. however, this doesn’t seem to extend to when he’s talking with other people - for these occasions, he will still refer to you by your name properly. the only exception is when he’s talking with klee, he always refers to you as “big sis/bro/sibling [name]”, as if he’s prepping for the inevitable future where you three will become a family.

al haitham is another one who mainly calls you by your name. you might think that it hides your relationship from the public eye. but contrary to your thoughts, even blind people would know that you’re a couple, due to the soft undertone in his voice as his tongue rolls carefully to pronounce your name.

you can call him whatever you want and he wouldn’t mind. a few too many embarrassing nicknames in public might break his composure, though.

behind closed doors, he might slip out a “sweetheart” or even “love”. they might sound uncharacteristically gentle and soft compared to his usual selection of stoic words, but just remember to pay attention to his tone, because sometimes he will use them whenever you’ve pushed his buttons a little too far, and it might be a sign for you to back off…..

or don’t?

your choice, really.

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[desafinado]

Hello! I really love your writings, they're lighthearted and interesting to read. I also love your characterization for the characters! Would it also be alright for me to request some fluffy domestic headcanons for Alhaitham or Kamisato Ayato with their s/o as their wife? Thank you and have a nice day! <3 <3 <3

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 happily ever afters (?)

°｡⋆ alhaitham, ayato x reader (separately)

°｡⋆ sickening fluff, nicknames/pet names galore, suggestive (omg)

note: hi hi! thank you so much for your support and feedback !!! as for your request, why not both! hope this satisfies your domestic/fluffy desires !! also… i like framing marriages as happy endings with a question mark, because i think that pretty much encapsulates my perspective on it. you hope it is a happy one and you’ll strive to make it such, but you’re never gonna be certain of it.

(alhaitham, ayato) | (zhongli, diluc, kazuha)

alhaitham ♡

i’m desperately thinking malewife, and i will bc these are my hcs so damn it.

he didn’t completely quit his job, but if you work as well… expect him to be babying you just the tiniest bit.

he made a promise to take care of you so he very much will.

cooking breakfast/dinner when he notices you coming home a bit more tired.

buying groceries (most importantly, your favorite snacks) while he's out.

leaving little notes around the house whenever he has to leave for work (whether it be a few hours or days).

you can also expect him to rant more nonchalantly, aka welcome the inner sanctum of his thoughts he must repress in front of higher ups in order to be “polite”.

“i mean what kind of buffoonery must you partake in to even have that idea? the mental gymnastics you must do in order to get from point a to point b is-” “dear, breathe and drink this tea for a second.”

in turn, you’re also often the one to keep him in and check and remind him of his own needs (whether it be emotional or purely basic like eating and sleeping).

in relation to this, you’ve implemented cuddle breaks where if you feel he’s going too far and in too deep, you can drag him into a cuddle session for an hour.

he’s usually silent the whole time, but you can see the clear progression from him grumbling about it to melting into your arms.

also they rarely ever last for just an hour and sometimes it might even escalate (suggestive yes) if he's feeling particularly clingy.

lets address the elephant in the room, alhaitham has been touch-starved for most of his life, so you coming in and giving him all the affection (with no question or judgment whatsoever) is the best thing that has happened to him.

his little smile when you hug him from behind or leave a kiss on his forehead.

anyways, back on track, most people don’t even realize you two are married but you both don’t really care either. it's just funny to hear/see their reactions.

“dinner with someone you're calling your beloved? yeah sure, that’ll be interesting” “you can disrespect me, but i will [redacted] if you so much as think about disrespecting them.”

living individual lives doesn’t stop either of you from being particularly clingy though… whether it be you storming into alhaitham’s office demanding for him to just hold you tight or alhaitham skipping work to have you kiss all his stress away.

you’re both pretty upfront about your emotions, because you don’t want to lose anything to miscommunication… (even if sometimes, it might be a bit embarrassing)

at the end of the day, you two are married… and he couldn’t have asked for a better partner to lay himself vulnerable to.

how can you say no when his eyes are practically speaking for his heart; a vision of longing and yearning so crystal clear. you’re running a hand through his hair, and as every second passes he only leans in to your touch. he looks up at you for a second, debating whether or not he interrupt the comfortable silence; he eventually looks back down, but you’re not one to ignore that and brush it off.

“my love, what is the matter?”

another moment passes before he finally gathers the courage to say the words trapped in his throat.

“i know we’ve been over it, but i can’t believe i’m yours… and you’re mine. i’m just thankful, is all. i hope i can always be the one you can rely on, as you are to me.”

a minor blush dusts his cheeks as you giggle softly at his flustered state. it wasn’t unusual, but it certainly made you feel happy, being able to fluster the stoic and pragmatic alhaitham.

“and you are, my love. celestia could send rains of fire and stampedes of thunder, and i would only ever run to you. i’ve entrusted my soul to yours, whether you know it or not, and you’re not getting rid of me so easily.”

ayato ♡

lord kamisato, this. lord kamisato, that. he does not care, he will take time out of schedule specifically for you and only you.

because no one could compare to the way you call his name, when you wake up first thing in the morning, your voice still groggy, or while you’re both walking in the garden and you spot a beautiful flower.

you specifically request him not to make you any food though, because there's a 20% it will be inedible (the chances are low, but never zero)

instead, he’ll order your favorite pastries and have them delivered every morning in time for breakfast.

once he leaves for work, you both are very reluctant to let go… as if you’re not gonna sneak into his office every hour or so.

having you sat on his lap, arms around your waist while he’s going over documents.

if he has some plans that require him to be out and about, he takes every chance to sneak away and have a secret little moment or two with you.

this only escalates during festivals when his stress levels reach new heights. you steal him away, so you both can actually enjoy the festival the way everyone else is.

hearing him quietly chuckling feels as though you’ve been welcomed into an eternal paradise that only you two know of.

on the rare occasion that you don’t see him the entire day, you change or do things around the house to it feel more like a home for the both of you

ayato’s been complaining about back pain? you spend the day searching for a pillow that fixes that (worse comes to worse, there’ll be a new mattress when he comes home…)

the walls feel a bit bare and drab? you’ll just frame and hang up some of your favorite memories together.

you’ll also often find yourself experimenting with new boba recipes and having him try them all when he comes home; because of this pastime of yours, his favorite milk tea flavor has gone through a variety of changes.

anyways, when he does come home from work, you very much try to leave it outside (unless he truly needs to get things off his chest by venting).

he just wants to spend an evening with you watching a movie, having homemade dinner, or simply cuddling in bed.

the rest of the world fades into obscurity whenever you’re holding him close, face snuggled into his chest.

you’re just whispering compliments and words of comfort, because archons know he doesn’t hear it enough (/srs i feel like he gets used to the courteous praises coming from his colleagues and such for doing a good job, but you telling him how pretty his face is, is simply unmatched)

to hell it be damned, he fought for his marriage to you and he will fight everyday to protect the home you’ve both built together.

“in the kitchen!”

your voice makes itself known as ayato is quick to rush to the kitchen to see what you’re up to. there’s some flour scattered on the counter and floor as well as some unwashed dishes in the sink, and you’re in the middle of it all, giving him an awkward smile.

“i was just trying a new recipe and tried making pearls, i’m sorry about the mess…”

you laugh awkwardly as he only moves faster towards you. the moment he reaches you, he takes both your hands, soft and still covered in flour.

“i’m sure it turned out great. your hard work clearly shows.” he chuckles, bringing a hand up to your face stroking your cheeks. “i think… it’s missing a personal touch though. would you mind?” he closes the gap between you both, his lips barely grazing yours, waiting for your confirmation.

“indeed it does. i’ve missed you… a lot.”

your lips eventually find his and you can’t help the smile that creeps on to your face. its moments like these that you cherish and keep in your heart; these memories of him that belong to you forever more.

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[deuxcherise]

Cats vs Dogs

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, probably OOC Ayato Kamisato, yandere Ayato Kamisato, fem reader, reader calls Ayato "Husband" A/n: So you know the YouTube videos where the lady pretends to nom on her kitten's ears and paws and face? Thought it would be cute~ And who better than–ahem–the Inazuman Blue-haired Dog Lover? Haven't played Genshin Impact in a long time, but I tried my best. Enjoy~

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If anyone were to inquire about cats and dogs to Ayato Kamisato, he would have chosen dogs over cats. Dogs are such loyal and obedient creatures. Rarely do they bite the hand that feeds.

Like the sociable and responsible housekeeper, Thoma, who hails from Mondstadt yet found his calling here in Inazuma, working for the Kamisato clan.

It has been a long time opinion of his, and it would take a lot to change that.

“Stupid elders. Stupid omiai. Stupid Kamisato…”

A curious thing you were when he saw you for the first time. A woman from one of the branches of the “Holy Dogs”. You were picking apart a poor flower in his family’s estate’s garden, grumbling to yourself how much you hated being dressed up and paraded around like some doll. And especially how stupid he was. All the while not knowing he was standing right behind you.

When you finally realized his presence, you had quickly collected yourself and placed a mask in front of him.

“It is an honor to meet you, Mr. Kamisato. Forgive me for wondering without a chaperone. I simply could not resist the sight of such a beautiful garden,” you greet him, hiding the wilting flower behind your back, much to his amusement.

You reminded him of a cat who had just been caught waiting at the door meowing all day for its owner until the owner walked in and now was trying to play nonchalant.

You piqued his interest. So he decided to accept the proposal from your family and marry you, mostly because of pressure from the elders, but also to have at least a little bit of fun as a husband.

However, ever since you've gotten married, you've been the perfect wife. Ever meek. Ever obedient… too obedient.

Even during your honeymoon, which you had both agree not to consummate until you were comfortable (you still have to perform this duty), you were completely content with being secluded in your own room without a single visit from him, your husband. Not one complaint was delivered to him.

Ayato had thought he’d made a mistake.

“HA! HA! I WIN! SUCK ON THAT, COUSIN!” you screech, pointing at your opponent.

Ayato had spied on you from a distance as you participated in onikabuto battles with a male cousin of yours.

What a coincidence! It just so happened to be a hobby for Ayato as well. He became so excited to enjoy this hobby of his with you that he even let you choose from his collection of onikabuto to fight with.

“Oh, my apologies, Husband. I didn't mean to win…”

It irked him, how you put on your meek mask around him. That's not what he wanted. He wanted you who had shamelessly made fun of your cousin for losing multiple times in a row!

He felt he needed to up the antics.

Call your husband petty, but unbeknownst to you, he decided to ban all staff, except for Thoma and a select few female staff, from interacting with or be seen by you. He had also made sure that every breakfast, lunch, and dinner included something he was told you hated, just to see you react.

You wipe your mouth gracefully with your napkin, before you tell your husband, “Please deliver my gratitude to your staff, Husband, for providing such delicious meals every day and night.”

Besides the meals, the most you'd do was inquire where most of the staff were, since you remembered seeing many servants roaming around the first time you visited the Kamisato Estate. 

Ah… it was starting to piss him off... It occurred to him how badly he wanted to be the only one to make you react, with vile thoughts such as… getting rid of everyone. Obviously, he couldn't do that, being the Kamisato heir and all, but it was most tempting…

It was by chance, during one of his strolls outside, he had encountered the sight of a woman holding a kitten and nipping at its paws and ears for a reaction. The kitten would cutely meow and push the woman away, but never hiss or scratch.

So he decided to try that on you. Multiple times.

Slap!

You gasp, hand reaching out to touch your husband's cheek, whom you had just slapped out of a fight-or-flight reaction.

Ayato holds his reddening cheek, a polite smile on his face that doesn't quite reach his gorgeous purple eyes. Which are burning with something… something that you think is vile.

Is he… is he going to kill me?

“Y-you– I must apologize, Husband! However, I had warned you! Multiple times!” you exclaim.

“Yes… I suppose you did,” he says in an even tone before placing his hands on the ground on either side of your body.

He leans over you and you lean back, putting a bit of strain on your knees since you are sitting with your legs folded between you. Your husband tilts his head. You find the discrepancy between the stormy eyes and the polite smile to be terrifying, making you quiver.

Seeing you tremble beneath him, he leans back and sits properly. “My dear wife. Please accept my sincerest apologies. I didn't mean to incur your wrath. I simply…”

Ayato trails off, covering his mouth with the sleeve of his yukata. Unbeknownst to you, he is holding himself back from laughing at how adorable you're angrily pouting at him.

Ah… finally. A reaction~

You, on the other hand, are stewing on the inside. Stupid Kamisato. Is this how the dignified heir to the Kamisato clan is supposed to act? I am the daughter of the Holy Dogs! If it wasn't for my family, I would've rejected your proposal before the elders suggested it! Ugh, you’re so weird! No wonder you barely have any staff around!

After he's collected himself, he gently places his hands on top of yours, folded properly on your lap. You want to so badly slap his hands away, indignant, but you must play the meek and obedient wife the elders said he desired. For the sake of your family.

“Is there any way I can make it up to you?” he asks.

Yeah! Lemme divorce you, you son of a– You put on a polite smile and say, “No, it's alright. You've already apologized.”

The corner of Ayato's mouth twitches slightly, almost unnoticeable. “My dear wife,” he says, ”I assure you that you can share anything with me. Your happiness, your anger, your sadness, even your bitterness. Anything. And please, feel free call me Ayato.”

You nod. “Alright. Thank you, Husband.”

Husband… It occurs to him at this moment that not once has he ever heard you call him by his name. Being your husband for about a month now, he thinks its time become a little more intimate, don't you think?

“... On second thought… Do call me Ayato from now on. I forbid you from calling me Husband ever again, unless you are referring to me while speaking to someone else.”

“Eh? Oh alright.”

“(Y/n).”

Your heart skips a beat, hearing your name fall from his lips. “Y-yes, Hu– Yes?”

Oh? What is this? Is something the matter? Ayato begins to get curious.

“(Y/n)~”

“Yes, Hu– Yes?”

Such a cute response from you, but you aren't call him by his name, for some reason. “If I asked for you to call for me, would you?”

You nod. “Yes. Of course.”

“Alright. Call for me.”

Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion. “I… may I ask why?”

He blinks, his smile widening into what looks like a mischievous grin. “Because I have never heard you call me by my name. Now call for me. Say my name.”

You think it's ridiculous. “Okay, Hu… Ay… to,” you whisper the last syllable.

He leans forward. “Hm? What was that?”

“AY… o… This is ridiculous, Husband. Husband is proper. Calling each other by names directly is improper and…” You meant to add perverse, but at this point your face was burning with embarrassment.

“It's just once~ Come now, (Y/n). Don't tell me you're unable to call me by name now, hm?”

His teasing words jab at your ego. “F-Fine! Ay… Ay… Ayato.”

Ayato chuckles, satisfied with your reaction. For now. He pats you on the head and praises you for doing such a good job.

Between cats and dogs, Ayato Kamisato would no doubt still choose dogs. But nothing can beat the cuteness of his cat-like wife.

He can't wait to see what kind of other reactions only he can make you do…

[kannymaei]

Realistic Nightmare (TPG! Special Chapter 3) - Kamisato Ayato x Reader

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Synopsis: It was a dream come true to be married to Kamisato Ayato except you weren’t aware that dreams can turn into a nightmare too.

Genre: Angst to more angst.

WC: 3.9k

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The day of your marriage with him was a fairytale and it was the grand wedding of the century. You would imagine that you were the princess in a movie and he was your prince. Everyone said that the two of you were a match made in heaven and you were the lucky perfect girl to captivate and soften his stone-like heart. 

During the first year of your marriage it was exactly like you dreamed of except there were still a lot of bad comments towards your marriage because you were just a lowly commoner and Ayato was someone of high status but Ayato told you that he would take care of it and you should not pay attention to those people that were jealous to your marriage.

Kamisato Ayato was a gentle and loving man towards you and was more than enough to give you your needs. 

As you were married to a busy man, he was not often at home and would only return during the night and sometimes he would be out of the country. 

You were always spoiled by his love and gifts whenever he returned home and his return is what you always wait at the end of the day.

At night you think about how the two of you crossed paths since it’s very unlikely for a lowly commoner to get married to someone with a prestigious reputation. You were just starting to get used to living the life of a trophy wife. 

Three years prior, you applied to a job to work as a servant or maid for the Kamisato Household. It was a hard interview and they had to make sure that you do not have any ill-intent against the Kamisato Family. 

A few weeks later, you’ve gotten a little used to the Kamisato residence since it was a large house, no, it was a mansion. First, you worked to take care of their garden and next was to take care of the laundry of the Kamisato siblings. The first time you and Kamisato Ayato had your conversation is when he called who made his dinner.

“Who made this meal?” He said and ordered one of his servants to get you out of the kitchen.

You were chatting with the other servants until you got pulled harshly by one of the servants out of the kitchen. You were nervous since you weren’t used to facing him that near and you do not know how to act around him.

“The food is warm and comforting and it has been so long since I have tasted something like this, roughly 20 years since I last tasted a meal made by my late mother.” He smiled, enjoying every bit of the food you prepared him.

Your eyes widened and you kneeled and bowed your head immediately.

“F-forgive me my lord for making you remember your late-mother, I didn't mean to hurt my lord, please punish me if needed to” You said, sweat streaming down your face.

He let out a laugh.

“Y/N, please stand up. I’m more than glad to have someone like you to cook meals whose taste is similar to the cooking of my mother.” He said and you stood up.

“I should send Thoma my gratitude for finding a gem amongst the stones.” He said finally finishing his meal before he left the dining room.

Since that day, you began seeing Kamisato Ayato often. Sometimes he would surprise you in the kitchen to see what you’re making him or he’d request something from you. He became fond of you and wanted you to accompany him with his work at all times. He was very much forgiving if you ever made mistakes.

One day you had to fetch Ayato from a prestigious bar where he got drunk. 

It was around 3 hours until you got back home and most of the servants were asleep for tomorrow’s work. You helped Ayato walk upstairs and laid him in his bed, gave him warm water to sober up, and readied the bath.

“My lord, the bath is ready. I will be taking my leave now, I will be at your front door sitting and please call my name if you need anything.” As you were about to leave his bed, he tightly held your wrist.

“Do you need something my lord?” You asked and the next thing that you knew is that you were struggling to get his hand off you and he just pulled you in the bed with him. 

“Don’t leave my Y/N” He said, hugging you, pulling you closer to him in bed.

“M-my lord, I am afraid that this isn’t appropriate for the two of us. Please sober yourself-”

“I am sober!” He lied.

“I always hate it when you leave, it reminds me of when my mother left me.” He started to cry, you wrapped your arms around his back stroking it over and over again. 

Your face was too close to his and you blushed a little, you thought of how he was a very handsome man and assumed that there may be a lot of women of noble families trying to win his heart.

“Y/N” He opened his eyes and took you by surprise.

His hand was at the back of your head as he pulled you for a kiss.

You pushed him away.

“M-my lord, it is not right nor appropriate for us to do this, it would ultimately destroy your reputation and-” He did not let you finish and pulled you into a kiss again.

“I want you Y/N.” He said and you cannot believe that you heard the words that you were dreaming to hear.

Is it truly possible for this to happen? For someone like him developing feelings towards you?

He looked at you.

“Y/N, I’m not intoxicated or drunk, in fact I was already sober up the moment you came and I was just having a minor headache. Hehe… Would you allow me to kiss you again?” He said, asking for your consent since he stole two kisses from you.

“Y-yes my lord-”

“Call me by my name, do not call me your lord. For tonight, I wanted to be yours.” He said brushing your hair.

“Yes… A-ayato-” You embarrassingly said because you were not used to calling him with no formalities.

That was the answer he just needed to hear before pulling you into a passionate kiss again. He turned you around in bed and pinned you down before kissing you again. You felt his tongue explore every bit of your mouth and whenever he let go of the kiss to catch his breath, there would be a string of saliva connecting your tongue and mouth to his.

The kiss the two of you were sharing is starting to heat both of your bodies and you were sexually aroused. 

“Y/N, would you allow me to touch your body?” He asked again for your consent.

“P-please! I’m begging Ayato-” You said as he kissed your neck and his hands began to travel around your body that would later on strip you from your clothes.

Your face reddened as you remembered that fateful night, you also remembered how your whole body ached the next day after and you had to rush towards your room as fast as you could so no one could see you come out of the master’s bedroom.

It is already 8pm and he still has not come home. A few minutes later you received a letter that there was a problem overseas and he’d be out of Inazuma for a long time though he promised that he would be sending you gifts weekly or monthly to remind you that he misses you dearly.

Sometimes you’d get telephone calls from him and he tells you how stressed he was at work and has been craving your touch for a long time.

Weeks turned into months, months turned into years.

Kamisato Ayato has not returned home.

Rumors in Inazuma said that he had probably forgotten about you and so it prevented you from going outside because you were hurt about the words you were hearing. Sometimes Ayaka would come to visit you to comfort you because of the absence of her sibling. 

Thoma has reminded you not to go outside late at night due to the monsters roaming since he would be out to protect Ayaka because of her duties.

Until one day, you have stopped receiving calls, letters, and gifts from him which made you worry. 

A few more years have passed and you have received a letter. You jumped out of joy because you had hope of the return of your husband. This small happiness you felt was stolen away from you when you saw that his name was not on the letter, perhaps it came from someone you did not know but was addressed to you.

You carefully opened the letter and began reading it.

To whom it may concern,

I assume that you are Kamisato Y/N, the wife of Ayato. I have committed a grave sin in the world and I knew not even the archons would forgive me. I would like to apologize to you. I am sorry but I have a child, mostly by your husband by accident. I am a noble woman from Fontaine, please do not find me. I have met your husband for a long time and my family has always wanted him to be my husband except he has denied and rejected me multiple times due to the fact that he said that he was already married and has someone dear to him.

I am sorry to say that I was the reason why your husband has not returned home for a very long time due to the child that was made accidentally. My family has pressured him that he should take responsibility for what he did. It was probably the reason why he has stopped contacting you.

As soon as you finish reading the letter, your world just falls apart. Your blood ran cold and tears formed and streamed down your face.

Although he is quite happy when he is with me right now and mostly loves our child. I am sorry Mrs. Y/N. Thank you for understanding.

You realized that the letter from this woman was believable and it makes sense why he hasn’t contacted you for a long time. 

He had left you here in Inazuma to die out and suffocate.

You remembered how you were his perfect girl, his beautiful wife, and his loving queen. You remembered how he reminded you that he doesn’t know what he would do if you were gone. You remembered all of the promising words that he said… and you remembered on your wedding day that he said that he would love you for the rest of his life.

He has promised that he would return home… maybe now… he doesn’t have a reason to return home when he has found his new home in another country.

You have been waiting for him for almost 10 years since he had been working abroad. It was already late at night. You closed the letter and each step towards your bedroom was painful. You sat in the bed and cried out loud. You do not understand what you were lacking that made him do that. 

“I’m sorry Ayato, if I was just a lowly commoner and I do not have anything to do with other countries. The reason I do not want to accompany you is because I do not want to be a burden to you because you were working.”

“I knew that I didn't deserve you, I’m sorry if I was just poor and wasn’t someone from a rich family. I’m sorry Ayato-” 

You wrote a letter to be left in this house saying how you were sorry for all of the things that were imperfect about you and how you weren’t that much perfect unlike the fontaine woman that he met.

In the last part of the letter, you said how you love him and you would remain faithful to him until the end of time.

You put it in an envelope and sealed it, you feel like you were being suffocated in the house and you gathered some things that reminded you of him, mostly his pictures and some of the gifts that he sent you with their corresponding letters. 

You decided to go outside and go to Mt. Yogou, one of your favorite spots to walk with him when you were still working as a servant for him.

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As you were walking, you unexpectedly awoke a sleeping lawachurl. It was very furious that you have disturbed their sleep and began to attack you. 

You ran and ran and screamed for help… but no one came. Now you realize why Thoma has reminded you not to go outside. 

You weren’t athletic nor fit to be a fighter so you decided to hide in one of the large rocks. You looked around and saw that the lawachurl was almost near to you so you decided to run from it again until it couldn't see you and then you tripped on one of the short cliffs and injured yourself.

It was a bad fall that you could see that your right leg was broken and it was very unfortunate that you had fallen in a hilichurl camp, waking one of them would end you. Luckily, the lawachurl has lost sight of you but you have another problem. 

You noticed that the things that you were carrying were scattered around the camp, you crawled and struggled to pick each one of them because these were the remaining loving memories that you and Ayato have now that he has a new family and you cannot afford to lose them. 

You struggled and struggled with blood bleeding out of you. You did not care for the pain you were feeling because what is most important is that you get to keep the precious items and letters that he gave you. You truly believe that all of it was filled with love.

You sighed a relief when you finally collected them without waking one of the hilichurls and now your next mission is to get out of the camp safely. 

When you were a few meters away from the camp via crawling with your blood trailing down, a hilichurl was awoken due to the smell of blood. When you look back it was pointing in your direction.

You saw different monsters charging over you because they thought you killed someone hence the blood. 

What scared you the most is the mitachurl with an ax charging faster than the other hilichurls and you just closed your eyes because you knew this was already the end of your life. You cannot run because of your broken leg and you were forced to just stay there and accept your fate.

Before the hit of the ax landed, you thought of Ayato…

How he would not have any problem bringing home his new wife now if you are already gone because only death can invalid a marriage contract. 

In your last moments, you whispered that you were sorry that you weren't enough to make him happy and wished him eternal happiness with his new family.

You hugged the items, letters, and gifts that Ayato had given you before you felt a warm feeling at your back. You felt your body separating from one another. It was followed by arrows and different kinds of weapons being thrown at your poor, lifeless body. As soon as the hilichurls and mitachurls were convinced that you were dead they went back to their camp to sleep.

In your final moments, you looked at your marriage picture, it was a disastrous and failed one because you were just a lowly commoner and did not deserve someone like him.

Your heart was aching because Ayato would not know that you are about to go to heaven now. Even if you are no longer in his mind, he would remain in yours. You hugged your wedding picture and your body turned cold.

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A week has passed and the Kamisato residence was quiet and it was the same as you left it.

The Raiden Shogun has ordered the eradication of the monsters in Mt. Yogou since it has been causing a problem in the Grand Narukami Shrine.

Kujuo Sara was the leading general of the eradication of monsters, as ordered by the Shogun. After a few hours of eradication, there was a report of your decaying body somewhere near a hilichurl camp.

When Kujuo Sara checked, her face showed different kinds of horror because she knew that you were the lady and the wife of the Kamisato Family. She has ordered her soldiers to retrieve your body to give you a final resting place together with the items that were kept around you. Blood has dried out from his letters and pictures and the soldier had made sure that none of it was damaged as they were transferring you to a body bag.

Kujuo Sara has rushed towards Kamisato Ayaka who is currently having tea in the Komore Tea House for a break.

“Lady Ayaka, I have news for you…” Sara said and sat beside Ayaka and Thoma.

“Lady Ayaka… I’m sorry but I just need to report to you… Kamisato Y/N, the wife of your brother has passed away.” Sara said, Ayaka and Thoma were shocked by the news of you passing away because they just saw you a few weeks ago to comfort you.

“Her body was found separated probably by a mitachurl ax and there were different kinds of injuries such as a broken leg, and arrows penetrated her arms and neck. I assume Lady Y/N went for a walk but has suffered an attack from the monsters.” Sara added

Ayaka and Thoma began to cry and they began to have regrets about not visiting you everyday to check on you and ease your loneliness because of the absence of her brother.

“Lady Ayaka, as per the law, Lady Y/N should be cremated because her body is separated. Would that be alright?” Sara asked and Ayaka just nodded.

“I’ll be… informing my brother… Thoma please go with Sara and prepare the funeral of Y/N” She said and walked outside.

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It took nearly two months for Ayaka’s letter to reach Kamisato Ayato to inform him about your death.

The truth is, Ayato never had a family, the noble girl from Fontaine was just jealous of you since Ayato has been bragging to you anywhere about his loving wife and got tired of how she kept on getting rejected and her family was mad at her that she allowed or was careless to an extent that Ayato has married a lowly commoner instead of someone like her. Ayato has never stopped contacting you all these years nor has he stopped sending you gifts. It was the woman from Fontaine that stopped those letters and gifts from reaching you. Everytime she knew that Ayato would send you letters, she’d bribe the post office workers to prevent the letter from being sent. Ayato never knew anything about this and she would just tell her family to keep on giving Ayato work so that he would not have the opportunity to go home and be with you.

Since Ayato was a very hardworking man and wanted to give you the best future, he wanted to make sure that the two of you would have houses per nation so that you would not be stuck in Inazuma since you will have a house anywhere. 

It was the surprise gift that he wanted to give you, he dreamed of telling you a joke how he’s made love with you in each house.

Ayato quickly rushed to pack his things due to the letter that he had received from Ayaka. He was mostly quiet and tried to keep his tears as soon as he read the line that his beloved wife has transcended to another life.

“Where are you going Ayato?” The noble woman asked.

“I have an emergency at home, mostly about my wife.” He coldly responded

“Oh, is she finally dead?” The woman joked about it.

“How did you know my wife is dead? Did you plan all this?!” Ayato raged and destroyed all of the precious items in the hotel he was staying in, which was owned by the family of the girl.

“Ayato- I didn’t mean to! I didn’t-” Ayato slapped the woman and ordered one of his servants to restrain her.

“If I ever find out that her death was your doing, I am going to end your life, I will be destroying your family. Do you know what Y/N is?! She was my world, she was my light, and no one could take her away from me. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!” Ayato was furious.

“I’ll deal with you later, I need to go home now. My wife has been waiting for me for 10 years now.” Ayato carried his things and left.

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After a few days, Ayato has finally returned home.

He opened the door and tearfully said “Y/N… I’m home…” but no one responded.

Ayaka peeked out to see Ayato at the front door and welcomed him.

“Brother… I’m sorry for your loss…” She hugged Ayato and cried.

“I miss her a lot, I’ve been staying in your house since she left… I made sure that it’s clean and would be the same by the time you return.” She added.

“I found a letter in your bedroom, it said that you were cheating on her with a new family in Fontaine. I regret that I didn’t see that letter anytime soon… I can’t imagine the pain she felt when she saw all those lies written there! I knew you weren’t cheating on her! I always believed that you were a faithful husband to her…” She handed the letter to Ayato and he walked towards your bedroom. When he opened the door, he saw a picture of your face smiling next to your urn followed by the things that were found when you died such as the letters, gifts, and pictures of the two of you. 

He closed the door and sat on the bed looking at your picture and noticed that there was a letter hidden in the bed sheets.

That was the letter you wrote the night before you died, how you told him that you were sorry that you were not enough and all that. 

He clenched the letter of lies that was made by the girl from Fontaine and almost destroyed it until he realized that it could be used as evidence to punish the family of that girl since her signature was written there and it was more than enough.

A week after there was a trial held and the family was punished for the murder of Kamisato Y/N.

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Several years have passed by and Ayato has not remarried except that Ayato has also been mourning for several years now since you passed away. He promised that he would never leave the house again for abroad so you wouldn’t be alone all over again.

At least, he thought maybe it could atone for his absense.

"Y/N, My love… I'm home." He says everyday.

[dxstopiaa]

Comfort Recipes..

Prompt: You wanted to develop your culinary skills further, what could be a better chance than now?

Characters: Fiancé!Ayato x Fem!Reader. Involvement of Ayaka and Thoma as Reader’s friends.

Warnings: None, pretty much just fluff and romantic themes, may be quite suggestive in some instances. Also Reader is referred to as ‘Mrs. Kamisato’.

‘Thoma, are you sure that he will like this? Certainly he would notice the difference, no?’ You questioned the aureate-haired male for what seemed the tenth time, doubting yourself before you even left the gourmet kitchen within the Kamisato estate.

The housekeeper sighed lightly, tapping your shoulder reassuringly. ‘Of course he will, My Lady, Why would he not accept it? After all, you put all your care and effort inside of the meal.’ He comforted, gesturing you closer to Ayato’s quarters where he resided currently. Now it was your turn to exhale, turning towards the presented tray you had prepared secretly for your fiancé.

‘Please, Sister-in-law, We assure you he will be delighted to learn these dishes were cooked by you yourself!’ Ayaka pleaded, gently fanning the both of you with her ornate sensu, the exquisite fabric sounding a tranquil flutter and emitting a calming breeze. Though this seemed it wasn’t enough to resolve your rapidly beating heart, spectrums of emotions coursing through the muscle.

This was fairly obvious to the two of them, both finding it absolutely adorable how you still became flustered around the Yashiro Commissioner despite being engaged to him for approximately a year. The way his alluring violet irises flicked to you whenever you entered the same room as him, when Ayato would instantaneously cast away his paperwork to spend time with his sweet wife. Or how he would brush his soft fingers across your cheek as you fed him and yourself..

‘I suppose i could deliver the food to Lord Ayato myself, if that soothes your nerves in the slightest bit?’ Thoma suggested, viridescent optics flickering to the double-doored entrance and then back to you, a pleased expression written across your features in the form of a gleeful smile. You nodded your head in appreciation, handing him the tray with a rather hefty meal upon it for one, whilst uttering thanks to him.

Thoma smiled gently back, taking the platter from your hands as he approached your consort’s room, timidly knocking the door. A curt ‘Yes?’ followed from inside, and with that, you were left solitary with Ayaka, nervously adjusting the sleeves of your embellished yukata.

‘You seem to be on edge, would it help if we moved elsewhere?’ She offered, tapping the wooden surface of the banister to her left. You gratefully accepted the offer, sauntering along the marble path to the pond within the estate, koi fish peacefully swimming in the shallow water.

You engaged in light conversation with Ayaka, her gentle voice soothed your uneasiness as she comforted your perturbations. The Kamisato siblings were known for their withdrawn, reserved and formal mannerisms, though you found this was only a false act for their safety, eventually yours too.

The alerting sound of rushed footsteps relieved you from your reverie, glancing over your shoulder to see Thoma grinning, prodding his thumb up at you. Supposedly indicating your plan was successful as he returned to your side.

‘We told you not to worry, My Lady! Lord Ayato appeared to relish the food, regardless if it tasted slightly different.’ Thoma asseverated, however something felt unusual about him, the cheeky wink he gave Ayaka in response told you so. You raised an eyebrow at them, witnessing their smiles grow more noticeable by the second, your future sister-in-law shielding the lower half of her face with her delicate fan.

‘What is so amusing to the two of you-‘ You uttered, yet your sentence was interrupted after finding a firm grip on your waist, a singular arm snaked around from behind, whilst a hand seized your chin to face the culprit himself.

Ayato’s glimmering eyes bore into yours, initiating the form of pure infatuation in a simple stare. But this felt more than that to you, stomach erupting into butterflies whilst your mind grew hazy and thoughts became challenging to control. He knew exactly what effect he had on you, would he ever stop doing so? No.

The commissioner’s affection did not falter, adoring the coy blush travelling across your delicate features. Neither did his delighted chuckle, irises flicking across to the observers opposite him, smirking. Ayato’s effortless beauty enticed you every time, fondness knotting in your chest.

‘I find it quite endearing how you thought i wouldn’t recognise my darling’s own cooking, Mrs. Kamisato.’ Ayato teased, caressing your cheek with his thumb fondly. All you could focus on was him, how awfully close his soft lips were to yours, or how his hands travelled further ever so slightly.

He pulled away, conjoining your hands in a light grasp with his own, gesturing you to join him in his suite. After all, it should be declared you were his and only his.

Your fiancé closed the doors behind him, seating himself onto the armchair and pulling you into his lap. You couldn’t help the small whimper of his name as he pressed his lips onto your jaw, peppering tender kisses upon it, planting them on your own lips and neck as you hugged him dearly.

‘Now, before you indulge, why don’t we finish the meal together first?’ Ayato suggested.

Had you known such simple actions spurred events on like this, you would have done them more often. Let’s just say the two of you were left alone for the rest of the evening..

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“Where there is love, there is pain.”

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My Saviour: Part 7

Another very fluff and lighthearted part! This will be a filler and a little bit of a plot setter. Who knows what might happen next though~ I hope you enjoy this one!

You were standing in front of the mirror, getting ready for today’s celebration. It was a very important event, for the celebration was for the Yashiro Commission, specifically for you and Ayato. The Shogun was very pleased upon hearing that Ayato had not only been successful in his task, but had also established friendly relations and managed to convince Sangonomiya Kokomi to visit Tenshukaku. As a reward, she had arranged for a celebration at the Grand Narukami Shrine, where she would bless him in the presence of all the nobles and Lady Yae Miko, as well as announce the glory of the Yashiro Commission. You were so proud of Ayato, and when he told you the news, you had personally prepared a feast for everyone in the Kamisato household, cooking everything on your own for your fiancé. That night, Ayato had missed his parents terribly, hoping that they were here to witness such a big accomplishment of his life. You had hugged him close, assuring him that they were always watching over him and must be so proud of their children.

As you were putting on your earrings, you saw Ayato enter the room, looking so handsome and enchanting that he took your breath away. He always managed to have this effect on you, and it felt like your love for him just kept increasing every single day without any limits. He smiles seeing you, approaching you as you feel his arms wrap around you, his chin resting on your head gently. “You look divine my love..” you blushed hearing his deep voice, smiling as you looked at him through the mirror. “And you look so handsome too you know..” He chuckled, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Why thank you Daarin. As much as I wish I could stay here with you and get lost in your everlasting beauty, I’m afraid we must have to leave now.”

You laughed and nodded, holding his hand letting him lead you outside, where you saw Ayaka give you both a bright and happy smile. Thoma was also going with you all, after all he was a very important member of the Kamisato Household. “Brother, Y/N, you’ve arrived! We should get going, or else Lady Guuji will be very upset!”

You saw Ayato roll his eyes, scoffing playfully as you all made your way up the mountain towards the shrine. “Oh that clever fox lady is going to bother me tonight.” You widened your eyes in disbelief at the way Ayato was speaking so casually about her. “Ayato!! That’s Lady Guuji you’re talking about! Dear archons, how can you call her that!” Both Ayaka and Ayato laughed at your shock; while Thoma stifled his giggles. “Oh relax my love, this is what I’ve called her since I was a child.” “That’s right, brother was always so interested in bothering Lady Yae, that she nicknamed him the Yashiro Rascal!” You ended up laughing at that, shaking your head. “Well at least today there won’t be any teasing banters between the two My Lady, for the Almighty Shogun will be present.” You nodded at Thoma’s words, a nervousness creeping up to you. You had heard a lot about the electro Archon, some good and some bad. Although the recent times proved that she had undergone a change of heart, the thought of being in her presence made you extremely anxious. Not to mention that you were Ayato’s future wife.

Feeling your fingers turn a little cold and seeing your silence, Ayato quickly figured out what was happening, and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Hey hey, don’t be so nervous Daarin..I know that meeting the Shogun for the first time is nerve wracking, but everything will be fine. She has been wanting to meet you as well, seeing as you will become my wife soon. Just be yourself, you are absolutely perfect.” You smiled gratefully at his words, slowly calming down. You had your family by your side, everything would be fine. Eventually you all entered through the gates of the Grand Narukami Shrine, and you were in awe of how beautiful it is. The decorations for the event looked spectacular, and everyone turned their attention to you four as you made your way inside the shrine. You could hear a lot of whispers and mumbles among the nobles.

“So that’s the future lady of the Yashiro Commission? She does look very elegant.”

“Aaww look at the way they’re holding hands! They look so in love.”

“I think the Commissioner can get someone better.”

“Look at her, she’s so poised and elegant! Ah she reminds me of the Commissioner’s mother!”

You and Ayato smiled at everyone, while Thoma stayed close to Ayaka, not wanting anyone to get too close to her or harm her in any way. “My my, look who it is, the Yashiro Commissioner.” You heard a sly voice say, making you turn your gaze towards the Sakura Tree, where a woman with pink hair kitsune ears stood with her back faced towards you all. Ayato snickered, his tone being playful “Ah, Lady Guuji, always so welcoming and insightful. Although I must say, I have not come alone, I bring with me my Sister, my dear friend Thoma and my soon to be wife, Y/N.” you saw as her ears flickered a little, and she turned around to face you all, a smile so sweet yet so sly adorning her face. Dear archons, she really was such a fox envoy. You saw her approach you, and you gave her a polite smile, bowing in respect. “Lady Guuji. It is an honour to be in your presence.” “Oh my, such a charmer she is! So poised and elegant, she reminds me of your mother you two. Well my dear, no need to be so nervous now, I don’t bite…usually.”

You heard her giggle, seemingly proud of herself as you simply gave her another smile, not knowing what to do. “Well, I must say Yashiro Rascal, you really have outdone yourself. The shogun is very pleased with you.” You noticed how her tone had gone from sly to a little soft, and you remembered that she had seen Ayato grow up from a troublesome boy to a responsible young man. “Thank you Lady Yae, it is my honour to serve Her Excellency.” “Well enough about you, I’m more interested in how you managed to get such a beautiful and elegant girl to be your wife!” There it was again, she was back to her sarcasm. “Tell me dear, what did you like in this troublesome rascal?”

You giggled softly, looking at the love of your life and then at Miko. “He’s saved my life Lady Guuji..the reason I’m standing here today is because he chose to fight for me.” Ayato felt his heart melt at how precious you were. He knew that he would do anything and everything for you. Before Miko could reply, the guards announced that the Shogun was arriving, and everyone went quiet, taking their places. You and Ayato stood ahead, with Ayaka and Thoma just behind you both. The shogun entered the shrine, and everyone bowed in respect. “You may rise.”

Standing back up again, you saw the Almighty Shogun standing right in front of you with Miko, her eyes on both you and Ayato. You felt your heartbeat accelerate but you kept your facial expressions calm, trying to calm your nerves down. “So you must be Hiragi Y/N, the Yashiro Commissioner’s future wife.” The shogun said, and to your surprise, her voice was not as authoritative as you expected it to be. “Yes, your Excellency. I am Hiragi Y/N, and it is my greatest honour to be in your presence.” You saw her nod in acknowledgement with a small smile to you, and you were relieved to see that you had not upset her in any way. It was now time for the celebratory ceremony to begin.

Ayato stepped forward in front of the shogun and Miko, then respectfully getting down on one knee. The Sakura tree’s petals glowed, and the shogun placed her hand on his head. “The Yashiro Commissioner has outdone himself and excelled in his duties. He has fulfilled his oath and worked in the best interest of Inazuma, and he continues to show great promise. Every single person present here today must know that the Yashiro Commission and the Kamisato clan were the only ones who have been eternally faithful towards my wishes and our land of eternity. In the presence of all the nobles, your family and the sacred sakura, I bless you, Kamisato Ayato, as well as all your loved ones, and hope that your lives be filled with eternal joy. Continue your good work, and keep up your efforts. You may stand.”

As Ayato stood, the Sacred Sakura tree shed four glowing petals, each landing in the palms of you four. Everyone clapped, and you saw as Ayato came back to you, his smile so wide and his eyes filled with joy. Ayaka went and hugged him, tears escaping her eyes. “Brother, we all are so proud of you. Im sure that mother and father are here, watching you and are proud of you as well.” His amethyst eyes turned glossy with tears as he patted her head, hugging her back. You and Thoma watched with proud smiles. This moment was so perfect, full of joy and love. You held the Sakura petal close to your heart, silently wishing that your family stays this way forever, for eternity.