I Object!

❝ i object! ❞

kazuha + albedo

summary: you as a noble should naturally marry another noble, despite your love for another. your parents had managed to pry your lover off of you and get you wedded to a powerful nobleman- that is, until your past lover comes barging through the doors on your wedding day.

cw: gn!reader, arranged/forced marriage, teeny tiny bit of alcohol, angst to comfort

what i listened to while writing: wave - wave to earth

a/n: *slowly crawls out of my cave* hey guys. it's me again😭 i randomly got the motivation to write again, idk what demons possessed me to write this in the span of 5 hours but at least i have new content!!!! i was gonna do this with more characters but kazuha and albedo were the only ones i see pulling this cheesy-typa stuff tbh

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kazuha

“…what?”

your gaze fell down towards the wooden docks you were standing on. kazuha frowned, his grasp on your hand loosening. he was aboard the crux, and the crew was preparing to leave inazuma for another trip to liyue.

“i’m from one of the tri-commissions, kazuha,” you said defeatedly. “it’s over for us now. i’m going to be wedded as an alliance with another commission. i… i’m sorry…” but before kazuha could respond, the large ship began to sail away, his hands completely slipping away from yours.

kazuha leaned over the edge of the ship, watching your figure get smaller and smaller. though he hoped you would at least give him a wave goodbye, you simply turned around and left the docks of ritou, leaving him saddened and confused.

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kazuha spent the next month lost in his thoughts. ink blots were all that filled the pages of his journal now that he’s lost his muse.

“it’s over for us now.”

those words played in his mind like a broken record in hopes that maybe he could find a sense of doubt from those words, just a hint that it wasn’t truly over. he’s tried to understand, truly. but the thought of losing you ate kazuha up from the inside, especially knowing that he had no control over it. there weren’t any flaws in him or you that caused this, only circumstance. and that stung his heart more than anything.

despite kazuha’s wishes and prayers, the wedding would happen either way. news eventually reached his ears that two commissions from inazuma would be joined through a marriage between the two heirs, and that was when kazuha truly felt like he was losing control. you were being swept away so suddenly, carried away in the arms of another man. what was he to do?

you were being fitted into a kimono that very second, the maids tying the knots and wrapping the fabric around your body. your limbs felt heavy like lead, your head hanging low like rotten fruit on a tree. you tried to live in a fantasy just for at least a few moments, imagining that kazuha was the one you were being wed to, not a nobleman.

kazuha almost felt like a dream now that he was gone, as if he was only a fleeting imagination before you had to wake up to reality. the ephemeral touches, the honey-dipped sunsets, the smell of salt and the sea. that was all simply an illusion. you had to go back to the wooden floors, the inked papers and the melting candles. this was reality now, where everything was out of your control.

“this is all for the sake of our family, you know that?” your father’s voice broke your train of thought. “think of this as a way to pay us back for raising you. you’re much better off with a nobleman than that wandering fugitive anyways.”

you grit your teeth and tightened your fist, your knuckles whitening. “i know.”

the ceremony went through in a daze, the sacred sake tasting bitter on your tongue. a part of you felt like you should’ve just jumped on that ship along with kazuha. regret sat in your stomach like a sickly bag of bleach. but you knew it was for the better, both for you and your family.

after the vows, the priest then asked, “does anyone here object to the wedding?”

a heavy silence followed. the two of you were heirs to the biggest commissions in inazuma, it was obvious that nobody would dare to object this wedding. your gaze fell further down in defeat. it was really happening now.

“i object!”

your head snapped up from the ground and turned towards the voice. at the end of the crowd stood kazuha, the wind blowing softly through his hair, the golden light from the sunset outlining his silhouette.

emotions rushed through your chest: happiness, regret, sadness, doubt, and guilt. the cup you were holding dropped to the ground and shattered. the crowd began to murmur and gossip.

“kazuha,” you breathed out.

the crowd parted to make way for your lover, who confidently walked towards you and held his hand out. everything around you seemed to suddenly disappear the moment your fingertips met his. it was only the two of you now.

“kazuha… what on earth are you doing here?”

“i just need you to answer one question for me,” kazuha said softly. “do you trust me?”

by the way he eagerly interlocked his fingers with yours, his intentions were obvious. if you were to answer this question, it would mean throwing away everything you’ve known thus far: your family, your possessions, your wealth, your inheritance, your responsibilities. everything. but with the way kazuha was silently pleading you with his eyes… how could say no?

you let out a shaky breath. “i do.”

kazuha merely smiled in return, his eyes softening as if to tell you that everything was going to be alright. that he understood your choices, and that all you need to do was take this final leap of faith.

“hurry up kazuha!” beidou’s voice interrupted. a few meters away, the crux was anchored to the docks, the crew eagerly waiting to set sail. “the guards might come and take ya anytime soon!”

kazuha held your hand tightly and began running towards the docks, the two of you giggling as he helped you up on the ship. the nobleman, priest, and the crowd all watched in disbelief as you hopped onto the crux, sailing away with the samurai.

the crew cheered as you and kazuha shared a kiss of reunion, the anchor lifting from the seafloor and the two of you sailing away into the golden sun, just like you were meant to be.

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albedo

“i…see.” albedo’s eyes wander off to nowhere in particular after hearing your explanation. he blinks a few times as if to confirm that he wasn’t dreaming.

“it’s not your fault, albedo, and neither is it mine,” you added. “i hope you understand.”

for the first time since albedo was created, he feels numb. his fingertips lose grip as it all finally settles in. you’re leaving him for another man.

of course, he knows that’s not really the case. albedo understands your circumstance as well as the political powers at play, but at the end of the day, that’s what’s happening, right? you’re being wedded off to another man, which of course means you’ll have to leave him.

and when he sees you take off your ring- the ring he gave you- and put it on his desk, his heart shatters. you silently take your leave, disappearing into the dragonspine snow. albedo’s gaze is immediately pulled to the golden band on his desk, which seemed so much duller now that it wasn’t on your finger.

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projects seem more pointless than ever before, and piles of crumpled up drafts fill albedo’s trash bin. he’s taken down all the portraits of you in his home because it was too painful to bear, yet he can’t deny that he was still hopelessly in love with you. the thought of you standing at the altar with another man made albedo positively sick. and there was nothing he could do about it.

he even decided to abandon his projects to visit the city in hopes that he could catch a glimpse of you, but you never seemed to be there. he’d wander for what seemed like hours, only for it to be in vain. ‘of course,’ he tells himself, ‘they’d be busy preparing for the wedding.’

the ring in his pocket weighs heavier than before. he takes it out and twirls it in his hand, the afternoon sun reflecting off of it almost blindingly. the church bells ring in the distance, as well as the melody from the church organ.

wait… the organ is playing.

albedo clasps his hand around the ring tightly before frantically running up the stairs towards the cathedral. the scent of flowers fills his nostrils as he makes his way past the statue of barbatos and climbs the final flight of stairs until he’s met with the wooden doors of the cathedral.

he won’t lose you. he can’t lose you.

albedo’s hands feel heavy as his palm rests flat against the door. once the organs stop playing, the faint voice of a priest could be heard from outside. he can hear the nobleman say his vows, then you. his flat palm turns into a fist as he contemplates what to do next. he’s never liked crowds, nor has he ever liked being the center of attention. this could certainly ruin his reputation, and hell, the clan you’re getting married to might even get him fired but-

the thought of you being by his side again gives albedo more than enough courage to push against the doors.

“does anyone object to this wedding?”

with one strong push, the doors swing open. sunlight spills into the cathedral and forms a path of light leading to you. and dear lord barbatos, you look breathtaking.

albedo watches as you turn around in confusion. the ring you were holding in one hand clatters to the floor, echoing down the hall.

though albedo had planned on walking towards you, he couldn’t help but start running down the aisle. panting, he turns to the priest. “i object this wedding. i am their rightful lover, am i not?”

you step down from the altar, your hands reaching to caress his face and gently wipe the sweat from his forehead. “even after everything i told you… you still came. i tried so hard to hurt your feelings, so why are you here?”

despite the tears pooling in your eyes, you’re smiling. and that’s all albedo needed to see. “i must be going insane, y/n. i’m not one to act like this.”

he kneels down right then and there, holding up the ring with two of his fingers. “will you marry me?”

you take a moment to look down at albedo, who’s kneeling before you in a silent plead. the faint bags under his eyes are proof enough that he’s missed you. your family would hate you for this. doing this would mean to be shunned and disowned from your clan. the support you once had would dissipate in an instant. albedo might be put in danger as well. but you’d rather have nothing and albedo rather than everything but albedo.

“yes,” you said before sliding the ring on your ring finger, right where it belonged. you grab albedo’s arm and run out the cathedral, much to the protest of your family sitting at the pews.

you skip down the steps in a hurry before turning your head to see albedo smiling softly. you’re dolled up, and the afternoon glow of the sun hits your face just perfectly. and with his ring resting on your finger, albedo can’t help but simply adore you.

‘you are killing me softly,’ he thinks, ‘yet you seem to be the only thing keeping me alive.’

What type of subs are they?

Part.1: Dottore, Arlecchino & Tartaglia

Part.2: Pierro, Scaramouche & La Signora

Part.3: Capitano & Pantalone

-gender-neutral, no pronouns (use of 'you') and not mentioning the body of the reader (no genitals, body type, skin colour, etc)-

ℙ𝕚𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕠

❥ Pierro is the type of man that fulfils his duties perfectly, and never makes a mistake. He is really seen as a leader by everyone, only a few people would dare deny this fact. Despite being seen as strong and authoritative, it wasn't the same behind closed doors.

❥ All the responsibilities are stressing him to no end, and whenever he is with you that was the occasion to relieve the pressure he is feeling. The thing that should have only happened once, became a daily need.

❥ Pierro is a calm and easy sub to deal with, he would not put up a fight or throw a tantrum. He knows what he needs and desires and would just ask you to fulfil them. He is the calmest among them all and isn't tending toward any particular needs or behaviour.

❥ Don't try to touch him during his work hours, because it would not lead anywhere. He's a strict man and will not risk tarnishing his reputation. There are clear limits, and he hopes that you know how to respect them.

❥ In bed, he can handle soft and rough perfectly fine, he let you do whatever you want as long as it brings him the satisfaction he wants. Though, he could lose his patience if you make him wait for too long, and will make it clear that you need to do something.

❥ He doesn't care whenever you are the one being on top or if he is, as you dominate him in the end anyway.

❥ Remember, do not talk about work. I know it's tempting to say 'imagine if the Harbingers were seeing you right now, legs spread wide and moaning under me' but he's not here for you to mention them. He would probably send you a cold glare and get up to leave.

❥ He loves the feeling of being taken care of, being pushed down, ordered to not move or if you use something to restrict his movements. He doesn't need to be close to you physically, but he needs verbal affirmations, telling him he's doing good or explaining what you want to do. Show him and express verbally how great he is.

❥ He isn't a jealous man, you aren't together and he doesn't mind. But it may irk him a bit when he sees someone flirt with you, he doesn't acknowledge it as jealousy, he just tells himself that it would be annoying if you weren't free every night like before.

❥ So in the end, Pierro is the man you need if you want to enjoy yourself without constraints. But, keep in mind that it could change after some time. And also, never trust a Harbinger too much.

𝕊𝕔𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙𝕖

❥ Despite what most of us think, Scaramouche isn't only a bratty sub. He's desperate, needs affection, attention, and dreams of being loved correctly. He thinks you are the one that has everything he needs.

❥ He's going to be bratty before anything, insult you, and keep saying how useless and ridiculous you are. But the second you have your arms wrapped around him, holding him tightly, he's melting.

❥ He won't say verbally what he wants but tries to tell you with his eyes, the way he grips your arms or moves his hips. He will find any other way to communicate how he's feeling, how good you make him feel.

❥ Don't let go, don't take your hands off him, he needs the contact to know that you're here. It doesn't matter if you are rough or soft, he wants to have one of your hands touching his skin and if it doesn't, get ready for a very moody and annoyed Scaramouche.

❥ He won't fight for dominance, nor to be a top, he just wants to have you. Grab his legs, put them on your shoulder or push them until his knees are touching his chest, let him get embarrassed by the position. Humiliate him as much as you want, hit him or leave bruises on him too, as long as after everything you clean him, and treat his wounds.

❥ He is addicted to you, and won't accept to do it with anyone else anymore. His mind is filled with you, and he may keep some rope and toys somewhere in his room whenever you are away.

❥ Won't accept to see you with anyone else, for whatever reason. He won't do anything in front of you but when you aren't here anymore, the person will see what hell is. Even if Scaramouche is being almost gentle and sweet with you, never forget what type of person he is.

❥ It isn't just something sexual, it's essential for him and will refuse to let those moments go. If one day he decides to leave, he knows that he will take you with him, you don't have a choice. You can't run away.

𝕃𝕒 𝕊𝕚𝕘𝕟𝕠𝕣𝕒

❥ She isn't a soft sub, but not a bratty one either. She's a strong woman that knows what she wants, also she has more or less initiated everything between the two of you.

❥ You see her whenever she comes back from her mission, it almost became a habit for both of you. You would not just do it immediately, but share a cup of tea before and discuss a bit. She needs support and knowing that someone can listen to her, and not just only a night.

❥ You are both more on the soft side, slow and steady even if it happens for you to be a bit rougher sometimes. Rosalyne only craves a soft and lovely pace, sometimes making her remember her past and bringing back some feelings she forgot.

❥ There is no 'top or bottom' role between you, you just go with the flow, giving what the other need. She is someone that doesn't mind saying verbally what she wants and also likes to tease you a bit sometimes. Communication is really important for her.

❥ She loves being on top of you though, sitting on your lap while kissing you, she has a soft spot for you among all the subordinates. She doesn't separate her work and her personal life, and it's clear from the favouritism she does with you. Everyone knows it but never says anything.

❥ You can both go for a long time, switching positions or taking a break before starting again. You never get bored since you're both really open about trying new things and try your best to please the other.

❥ She definitely prefers praising over degrading, both giving and receiving. She also loves her comfort, so you really rarely or never do it outside the bedroom, as it doesn't bring the same feeling of intimacy. Be gentle with her and her broken soul, since you are one of the few people she trusts.

❥ Don't be fooled though, despite the kind act and behaviour, there will never be anything between the two of you. She is and will always be deeply in love with her first lover. Nothing will be able to completely fill the aching gap his death left in her heart.

❥ Which does explain why she will never be jealous, you both made it clear that you were just offering some support and comfort to the other, nothing more. Enjoy those moments fully, because it will be over soon.

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𝕒𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: Thank you for reading, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! Please take care of yourself and have a nice day/afternoon/night.

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