Someone Embarasses Them In Front Of You

Someone embarasses them in front of you

Summary: They have a crush on you but have yet to confess it. Seems like someone else takes that matter into their own hands.

Characters: Diluc, Albedo, Zhongli x f!reader (separate)

Warnings: None - just fluff and slight awkwardness

A/N: Okay, I had this idea the other night and it really excited me so I had to write it. Maybe I will write for a few more of the genshin men if I can think of some more scenarios. Anyways, hope you enjoy! ~ I'll be continuing to simp over Ayato some more over here now, don't mind me ~

DILUC

Your shift at the Angel’s Share tonight had been quite uneventful. The usual customers hung around, drinking and chatting the night away, occasionally dragging you into some banter as you brought them more to drink or requested a song you should sing. Jose, the Bard of the Tavern, would never openly admit it, but he was always quite jealous whenever some guests asked you to sing for them instead of him. Charles would often tease him about it a little, much to everyone’s entertainment. You truly loved your job here.

You still vividly remember the day Charles had offered you to work for the Angel’s Share. Back then you were working for the Cat’s Tail still and had already considered quitting and looking for another job. Because despite working your butt off over there you hadn’t gotten a raise in years, even after asking your boss about one back then. You had just been told to work a little harder and maybe then she’d consider it. Certainly, that was their loss now!

You looked around the Tavern to make sure everyone was still provided with drinks until your gaze fell upon a familiar redhead behind the bar. That’s right, Diluc being here today was the only thing that could be considered out of the ordinary. He usually doesn’t stay so late, if he even shows up at all. As the wine-tycoon of Mondstadt he was often preoccupied with more urgent matters than working shifts at the tavern. Not that you would blame him of course, but you couldn’t help but be a little excited whenever he was there, after all he was quite handsome. Not that you’d ever stand a chance with him, but one can dream, right?

After bringing more drinks to some regulars and briefly chatting with Charles you went outside of the Tavern to wipe the tables clean and fetch the dirty cups to bring them inside. Just as you were about to head back inside you heard some ruckus and assumed it was some drunkards who must’ve gotten into a fight but once you had arrived you saw it was just Kaeya sitting at the bar, talking loudly and throwing his arm around Charles’ shoulders. He looked to be slightly tipsy already and was certainly in a good mood.

As you walked behind the bar and set the dirty dishes down into the sink, you saw that Diluc was certainly less amused than the Cavalry Captain.

“What are you doing here Kaeya?” Diluc said with an annoyed undertone in his voice.

“Well, am I not allowed to pay my hot-headed brother’s tavern a visit once in a while to get some drinks? Besides, not like you’re here that often anyway.”

Diluc said nothing more, just exhaled in annoyance and continued to clean the glass in his hand.

“If you aren’t careful I’m going to attempt to steal that pretty bartender away from you. Isn’t that how you got her working here in the first place?”

Kaeya donned a mischievous grin and a bunch of question marks popped up in your head. What does he mean, that’s how he got you to work here, too?

“Kaeya, Charles asked me to work here.” You said with a light chuckle and tried to not make much out of what he says given that he was very obviously tipsy.

“Sweetheart, and who do you think Charles’ boss is?”

Before you could reply anything, you heard glass shatter next to you. The glass Diluc had been cleaning was now splintered at the bottom from being placed on the counter too forcefully.

“I think you should go now, Kaeya. You’re clearly drunk and not yourself.”

“Ah, I believe I’m quite myself actually. At least I know how to speak what is on my mind. Well then, see you around, brother.” And with that he was off, leaving a very flustered and irritated Diluc behind. You didn’t know what just happened but you were very puzzled about it all, and tried to convince yourself that it was probably just drunk Kaeya, trying to provoke a reaction out of Diluc, you knew they had something of a past, so you decided to brush it off and console Diluc.

“Don’t take it to heart, we all know how Kaeya is when he is drunk.”

“No.” He swallowed and blushed even more. “What he said is true, I told Charles to poach you because– I wanted to get to know you better.”

You were speechless and your heart immediately started racing. Someone definitely needed to pinch you right now in order to convince you that you weren’t just daydreaming. There was no way he just said that.

“So, what do you say? Would you perhaps be interested to go out with me sometime?”

ALBEDO

It was a nice and sunny day in Mondstadt and also the first day off you had gotten in a while. The Acting Grandmaster had told you to take a break today. Quite ironic coming from her actually, given that she is the one who never seems to rest.

You loved your work at the Knights of Favonius but it was equally taxing a lot of the time, especially when you had to work with the Chief Alchemist, Albedo. He was always very demanding when it came to his research, although you would lie if you said you don’t like working with him, given that you’ve had a crush on him even since before starting to work at the Knights. Admittedly that made things complicated and often caused you to be a little nervous and unconcentrated around him, but you tried your best. Not like you ever had a chance he’d like you back, right?

You stepped out of the house to fetch some groceries for dinner later tonight. A day off had to be celebrated with some quality food. Maybe you were gonna make some Sweet Madame or Mushroom Chicken Skewers, you’ll just have to see which ingredients you could get at Good Hunter.

Once there you went through your shopping list and got everything you needed, even some extra ingredients for some dessert pancakes with whip cream and fruit. Today was going to be great, you could feel it.

You thanked Sara and grabbed the big basket full of fresh ingredients and started to walk back to your home. You might’ve gone a little overboard with your shopping because the basket was so heavy you had trouble carrying it with one hand. You heaved it up and hugged it to your chest, even if that made it a little hard to see where you were going because now it was blocking your field of view.

You started to walk a few steps more, looking past the side of the basket to the ground until you ran into someone, or rather, someone ran into you. The force of the impact caused you to stumble backwards and fall on the ground, scattering all your groceries around you. Oh no.

“Oopsies!”

You looked up and saw a little blonde girl, wearing a red-white dress and a big red hat with a feather. It was Klee. You’ve seen her at work before with Jean and Albedo. They both look after her while her mother is gone.

“I didn’t mean to run into you. I’m sorry!” The little girl said.

“It’s okay, nothing happened!”

You started to pick up your groceries from the floor, at least they seemed fine too, for the most part. But a little dirt never hurt anyone, right? Klee started to help you pick up your stuff but suddenly stopped when she took a closer look at you and her eyes started to shine and her mouth opened in surprise.

“Klee, where did you run off to?” The owner of the very familiar sounding voice, jogged around the corner of the street, visibly distraught by the sight that showed up in front of him. “I told you not to run through the streets because you could hurt someone.”

“Yes, I know Bedo. I’m sorry!” She pouted a brief moment before excitedly looking back at you and pointing at your face. “But look who it is, it’s the pretty Knight Lady you keep drawing in your sketchbook!”

“What?” That had caught you quite off guard and you could feel the heat rise to your face. He was drawing you? Judging by the expression on his face and the slight blush on his cheeks, the little girl was right. You’d never seen him so flustered before and to think it was because of something related to you of all things, made your heart beat faster.

“I– I draw a lot of people, Klee.”

“Hmmm- yes that is true! You draw Klee and Dodoco a lot too, but not nearly as much as you draw her, you even have a dedicated sketchbook. I understand though, she is very pretty.”

The slight blush on his face turned into a beet red color. He started to scratch the back of his head and stared to the side to avoid your gaze. Klee had properly embarrassed him and had made both you and him flustered beyond belief and she was blissfully unaware of it, just smiling excitedly.

“Well.” He broke the silence, adressing you directly. “Are you interested to see them? I could come over later and show them to you, if you want. I heard today is your day off.”

ZHONGLI

“Oyah, there you are!” Hu Tao excitedly waved at you when you came out of your office at the Wangsheng Funeral parlor, saying goodbye to some clients who had just come in this morning.

Your favorite part of the job was being able to work with people, and despite the sad situations you had to deal with, it always filled your heart with joy to help clients pay their last tributes to their lost loved ones. Hu Tao was even more exceptional at that, despite being very straightforward a lot of the time.

“How did it go?” She asked.

“It went alright, they booked another appointment for tomorrow morning with Zhongli because they had some special wishes regarding incense and the symbolism tied to specific fragrances and I told them that he would be the best one to talk to when it comes to that.”

“Mh-hm, I see. Very good.”

Whenever you had to talk about Zhongli you tried to sound as casual and unbothered as possible but deep down you always felt giddy with excitement whenever you spoke his name. He was the consultant of the Funeral Parlor and you've had the biggest crush on him ever since you had started working here. You especially loved working with him directly and listening to one of his many stories. You never ceased to be amazed about how knowledgeable he is. You could only hope he felt the same things about you, but you didn’t dare to hope. You actually knew quite a handful of people who also had an eye on the handsome Consultant and he was very private overall, so he might even have someone special in his life already.

“If I am allowed to intrude into this discussion - I think you’d be very good at that yourself.” The very same man you had just briefly daydreamed about, walked around the corner, leaning against the shelf in a quite elegant way, addressing you directly.

“Oh that’s very flattering but you’re definitely the one best suited for that.”

“Woooow, do you guys know that you two are so bad at hiding you both have a thing going for each other and are too awkward to act on it? It's actually quite funny to witness. Just kiss already.” Hu Tao, leaned back in her chair and folded the hands behind her head with a devilish smirk.

“Excuse me, Director? I’m not sure I follow.” Zhongli looked as unphased as ever. You had hoped to see at least a little bit of distress or something similar on his face that could indicate he is interested in you as well but, there was nothing.

“Maybe I need to give that big brain of yours a helping hand.”

Hu Tao jumped up from her chair and breezed past him right into his office, which he had conveniently left the door open to just now. You heard her open all sorts of drawers and rummaging around in them and returned with a single sheet of paper in her hand. All color was suddenly drained from Zhongli’s face when he saw what she was holding.

“Does this ring a bell, mister?” She waved the paper around in front of his face with a devilish smirk. You could see that he was trying his hardest to keep his composure.

“I do not know how to formulate the words I desire to tell you but rest assured that I do so with all my heart. During the time we had while working together at the Funeral Parlor, I have to admit, I’ve grown quite fond of you –” Hu Tao started reading the contents of the letter out aloud, obviously trying to mimic Zhongli’s voice. “Do I need to continue or do you follow me now?”

“I do, thank you.” He grabbed his chin and looked at the floor, his cheeks tinted in a light rose color.

“Well, I will spare you my comment about being old fashioned for now but I doubt you’re talking about me here and since you are only working together with one other person here, I have an idea who this letter is addressed to, hehehe ~” She neatly folded the letter again and pressed it in your hand, winking at you and putting her hands on her hips.

“Ugh, so anyway, I am staaaarving” Hu Tao dramatically exclaimed and put the back of her hand on her forehead, acting as if she didn’t just casually reveal one of Zhongli’s biggest secrets. “It’s already lunch time, so I’m gonna go grab something before I die over here. You two – I think you might have something to talk about now. Anyway. Later!”

And with that she stormed out of the Parlor, leaving you and a very embarrassed and flustered Zhongli behind. He was lost for words, which was rare. You’ve never seen him like this, and to think that you were the cause of that was quite frankly said - unbelievable. When he spoke again your heart skipped a beat.

“So, uhm – would you perhaps be interested to grab lunch together with me, too?”

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🐇 omz did not expect my first post on here to do somewhat well, thank yall sm!!

anyway here’s a longer fic ab “studying” w ur roomie albedo thats based on this fanart which literally sent me into shock the first time i saw it <3

🩰 cw: face sitting/cunnilingus (albedo living up to my url lmao) orgasm denial, creampie, overstim (f receiving), choking, spanking, hair pulling, squirting

⁎⁺˳✧༚ nsfw below the cut ! ⁎⁺˳✧༚

you sighed dramatically as you rest your head on albedo’s lap. you looked up at him with a pout as you tugged on his drawstrings, begging him to get the hint.

“no,” albedo told you with a chuckle, playfully pushing your head off his thigh. “i told you before you came in here, that we’re just studying.” you jutted your bottom lip out, crossing your arms as you glared at him.

“we have all night to do that, and i’m horny now,” you whined. albedo didn’t stop you from climbing into his lap, straddling his waist as you tucked your head into his neck. he always smelled so good, like clean clothes and flowers. his skin was soft, too; really, his entire presence intoxicating.

“you’re so needy, you know that?” albedo mumbled into your hair, letting his large hands rest on your hips, rubbing small circles into the flesh with his thumbs. “can’t even let me study in peace. if i knew my roommate was such a nymphomaniac, i would’ve gotten a single.”

you pulled back suddenly. “you don’t mean that, do you?” you asked, your widened eyes scanning his face for a hint of humor.

albedo smirked, ruffling your hair. “of course not, they’re far too expensive. and, you are pretty cute when you actually listen to me.”

you smiled, burying your head into his neck again, smothering his pale skin with kisses and small bites. you felt something underneath you— he was getting hard. you continued your assault on his neck, grinding onto his hardening length. just as you began to feel relief, his hands stopped your gyrating hips.

“let’s stop there,” he said quickly, the outline of his stiff cock pressing against your sex. “don’t wanna start anything we don’t have time to finish, right?” you gave him another fake pout as you lightly bounced yourself on his lap. he watched with amusement, curious to see what you’d try next.

you pulled him to you by his shirt, crashing your lips against his. he let you kiss him; he even parted his mouth to let you slip your tongue inside, which he promptly began to suck. your hands made their way down his toned chest until they were on top of his dick. you pressed down as you pulled back from the kiss just enough to suck albedo’s bottom lip, biting the pink muscle while grinding your palm against his erection until he whined, jerking his head back as he rolled his hips up into your hand.

you smiled sadistically at the blond, your heavy lidded eyes taking in his flushed face. “based on how you reacted from just that, i don’t think it’d take very long to finish, at all.”

“fuck, baby, you never play fair, do you?” he murmured as he ran a hand through his pale golden hair. “look, i really do need to study. so do you, probably more than i do—” he grabbed your hand before you could smack his arm. “so how about this. we’ll play a little game with these flash cards. every answer you get right, i’ll take off one item of clothing. you’ll do the same for me. sound simple enough?” you considered the proposition. on one hand, there was a more than good chance he’d beat you in terms of knowledge. on the other hand, you knew he wouldn’t be able to resist seeing you naked. you gave him an eager nod.

————

you crossed your arms, hiding your bare chest from the man in front of you.

“this isn’t fair, ‘bedo,” you whined. you had forgotten how competitive you are, and after he had stripped you nearly naked in a few rounds, you were getting a little frustrated. “you started out wearing way more than me!”

albedo smiled as he continued shuffling the flash cards, looking up at you with a smug glint in his eyes.

“whose fault is it you walk around the house half naked? besides, i’ve been telling you to study all week, have i not?” he lifted a card from the stack, holding the definition for you in clear view. like every other turn, he rattled off the long, complicated explanation to the letter.

you huffed, turning away with faux indignation. “i’m done playing.”

“so, i was right, then,” albedo replied, nonchalantly, flipping the card over. “hm. well, you know the rules, strip.”

“i said i’m done playing, albedo.”

he chuckled, licking his lips as he leaned back on his palms. “are you, now? that’s too bad, i was about to give you your consolation prize.”

he had piqued your interest. “consolation prize?”

“mhm, was gonna give it to you once you lost. but, if you’re done playing—”

“wait!” you said, tugging off your black thong, discarding it on the chilled wood floor of his bedroom. you were fully naked now, and, though it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, you were a little sheepish. “i want my prize,” you murmured.

“good girl,” albedo cooed. “c’mere.” you crawled your way towards him, and he laid down on his back, tugging your thigh over his head. he gave you a lazy smile as he ran his large hands over your hips. “so pretty,” he sighed dreamily, pulling you down to his mouth.

your body jolted from pleasure as he suckled your clit, involuntary grinding down into the warm of his tongue. albedo’s grip was strong, guiding your pussy against his mouth as he traced each fold. your hands found his hair, tugging as you felt him slip his tongue inside, his languid pumps making you dizzy. with a final suck he pulled out, refocusing on your swollen clit. his tongue traced patterns on the bud, his mouth sucking the soft flesh around it.

“’bedo— hah- feels s-so good,” you mewled, rolling your hips into the delicious sensation. he hummed in response, sucking even more harshly. you moaned, your body frozen pleasure as you felt the tell tale buzzing of your nerves indicating your climax. “gonna—” you were cut off as he pulled you away, right before the wave of your orgasm crashed. “’bedo- why’d you—”

“did you honestly think i was going to let you cum after you’ve been a brat all night?” he lifted your leg back over him, laying you down against the hard floor. “pretty little tease, you always get me so worked up when i’m busy,” he breathed against your neck as he folded your thighs to your chest; you whimpered from the stretch. “i can’t ever think straight around you, ‘m not gonna be able to finish studying now.”

you felt the tip of his cock rub against your clit, sending a warm shiver up your body.

“i- i’m sorry,” you stammered, not even sure what you were apologizing for.

“it’s alright, baby,” he told you, stroking your cheek with a sinisterness in his eyes as he lined himself up with your entrance. “you’ll make it up to me.”

with one forceful thrust, he was inside, the thick head of his cock pressing against your cervix. you must’ve made some noise of discomfort— albedo’s lips were at your neck again, planting soft kisses and murmuring affirmations. you couldn’t make out what he said, your brain focused tol on the feeling of fullness you always got when he bottomed out. you could feel your walls pulse around then, your body trying to get used to his length.

“s- so big,” you moaned as he pulled out partially before slamming back into you again. “ah- ’bedo- not so hard,” you cried, throwing your arms around his neck. albedo clicked his tongue, pushing your thighs back further, throwing both of your calves on his shoulders.

“isn’t this what you wanted, baby?” albedo asked, still mercilessly rutting into you to punctuate each sentence. “so needy- fuck- practically begging for my dick, but now you’re whining like you can’t take it.” he wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing just hard enough to make you dizzy again. he shifted his angle slightly as he adjusted your leg, which had him rubbing against a spot that sent electric ecstasy through your core.

“fuck, ‘’bedo, right there—” you felt your back arch as he continued pounding into you, the pain of him hitting your cervix paling in the pleasure of his stroked hitting your g spot.

“i know, sweetheart,” albedo groaned, struggling to keep his rhythm as you clenched around him. “fuck- too fucking tight- relax for me, baby.” you could barely hear him over your moans echoing in the large room, and the wet smacking sound of your cunt taking him. “you moan so pretty, angel, fuck, might just make me finish first, if you keep saying my name like that.”

you felt your body go numb, eyes rolling back as each thrust brought you closer and closer to cumming. albedo noticed, squeezing your throat tighter, the added sensation finally brought you over the edge. you felt your walls spasm as you orgasmed, pleasure exploding in your core and spreading to every nerve in your body as you cried out his name.

you had no time to recover before albedo flipped you over, one hand pressing arch into your spine while the other hoisted you to your knees, holding you in place as he continued to ram into you.

“god, you’re so fucking cute,” albedo moaned, landing a sharp slap to your ass. he rubbed the spot tenderly after you whimpered. “can’t stay mad at you for distracting me— fuck— not when your pretty pussy’s sucking me up like this.” you buried your head in your arms, your legs trembling as he continued his brutal thrusts into your overstimulated cunt. it was too much, the feeling of his thick cock dragging against your abused g spot, the lewd words of your usually reserved roommate flustering you.

“’bedo- please- can’t take anymore,” you whined.

“pretty girl, can’t you take a little more for me? i’m- ah- so close, just a little longer baby, okay?” albedo begged breathlessly, his hand snaking up your back to your scalp, entangling your hair. he yanked you back to his chest, which had him stroking your g spot with an intensity that made you see stars. “fuck, baby, you like it when i fuck you like this? creamin all around me- ah- making such a fucking mess,” he breathed into your neck, the tickle making you clench even tighter.

you felt a warm tremor in your thighs that made your whole body shake. “mm- ‘’bedo— gonna cum again,” you warned; the intensity of the build up made you sure you were going to make a mess.

“yeah? gonna cum with me, angel?” albedo’s thrusts grew sloppier as he approached his climax. you tried to nod, but all you could focus on was the feeling of bliss slowly radiating through you. “fuck,” albedo hissed, spraying thick ropes of his cum into your throbbing cunt. “take it baby, just like that,” he moaned, fucking his seed into you.

the feeling of his cum coating your walls as he stroked your g spot made the coil in your stomach snap; you were soaking him in your release, body shaking with the overload of pleasure. albedo held you through it, gently placing you down once you came off your high.

you flipped over to face your roommate, heart still pounding in your chest. “um, i’m sorry for distracting you,” you mumbled shyly, unable to meet his amused gaze. “and for being a brat.”

albedo grabbed your chin, turning your your face towards him. “’ts okay angel,” he told you, kissing your cheek. “like i said, you’re too cute to stay mad at.”

Way Back Home

Previous part~

Relationships: Separate!GenshinCharacters x gn!Reader Characters: Xiao, Childe, Scaramouche Genre: Fluff and Crack Comfort Warnings: Just Spain without the a

Song: SHAUN feat. Conor Maynard - Way Back Home

Author’s Notes: For once in my life, I am here to serve you with a well deserved fluff.

Summary: You will always find your way back home.

Xiao

He mistook your tiredness as the need to leave. Little did he know, you were anxious to go back.

But you had to go back, because you had never said your goodbyes to your family back in the other world.

Other, because that world was no longer your home. You found comfort in Liyue, and it had the person you wish to build a home with.

Xiao can no longer feel you. You had finally left this world with the Traveler. He felt lost yet secretly hoping you would come back.

Oh boy, every night he takes time to search for your voice, uttering your name softly hoping you would respond with his. Then one night, you did.

Xiao had been used to being alone for a very long time until you came into his life. But now that you’re gone he mostly reminisce about your touch and your overall presence. He had sworn to himself that you would always have a place in his heart until the end of time.

Contrary to popular belief, he doesn’t push these feelings away. He would replay your memory with him over and over again so he doesn’t forget about you. You had only been gone for a year, and he was already losing himself to the memory.

Like always, one night is all it took. He sat on his usual spot where he would gaze upon the stars, wishing and hoping for something. Was he ready to let you go?

Your name slips past his lips longing for an answer. Then suddenly he hears you call out to him, the same voice, the same voice he loves and will always love.

Ah yes, even the stars are messing with him now. “Xiao, I’m home.” Yeah right, home. He wasn’t your home- He must be hallucinating. Is his karmic debt finally engulfing him whole?

Laughing to himself, he felt his chest tighten. What if he does follow the voice and you weren’t there? But Xiao could care less anymore, hallucination or not…what if it was truly you?

This man found himself back at the Wangshu Inn, is his mind really messing with him? Xiao doesn’t take things slow, but for once in his life every step he took was heavy and he wouldn’t dare teleport his way through the top. He needed time to prepare himself after all.

You on the other hand were standing at the edge of the Inn’s balcony, fiddling with your fingers looking like a mess. Xiao would definitely come, right? All you had to do was call out his name, right? Is he mad at you?

You were exhausted, who new world traveling would suck your soul out down and over? It doesn’t matter, at least you are back even though it felt like you got ran over by a truck.

Xiao might have taken his sweet time up the stairs, but the moment he saw your figure though the door. You wouldn’t believe how fast he sprinted his way to you. He knew it was really you, he can feel it, he can finally feel you. “You’re here-” He could only mutter softly, holding you like you would fly away any second. “I’m finally home.” Celestia above, he will never let you pull that shit again-

Childe

Why wait for the next life when you’re already rummaging your way through his office? This man’s office had been a mess for these past 6 months.

You had only come back, and the thing that welcomes you is hell. It looks like a hurricane ran over this place, and you could only sigh to yourself.

You arrived early this morning when he had already left. Nowadays he would spend a lot of time outside, taking up every mission he can get his hands on.

At night he would spend time doing paperwork and thrashing his office. That would explain the mess this room has to offer.

You may or may not have bribed his secretary and fixed the place up by yourself. You might as well do this after the whole shit you pulled.

Childe might have wished you the best, but he wasn’t doing the best on his own. He had gotten more frustrated every passing day.

Even the other harbingers wouldn’t dare touch that subject with a 10 feet pole. They might lose a limb or two if they try.

Childe hadn’t been sleeping well either, he didn’t want to wake up disappointed without you beside him.

The feeling was intoxicating and heavy, he doesn’t know how long it would take for him to move on. Does he even wish to move on? Forget about you? Hell no. Weaponized trauma, that’s what he is good about.

Making his way through the office, he cannot wait to cry himself to sleep and just do what needs to be done. The amount of paperwork he has to do though might distract him away from the crying.

Scratch that, you might distract him away from all that. The moment he steps foot in that dreadful office of his, he saw you slumped on his chair asleep.

Yeah right, that is a definite hallucination. He doesn’t even think you are an intruder. He only sighed to himself, too tired to bother.

He felt a tug in his chest though, sweaty palms and all the glory. He was spiraling and may or may not be panicking.

He made his way to your side, trembling with every step. He basically welcomes your presence by poking you. He pokes you for a few times, still panicking when he can actually feel you.

You woke up to him standing there, bent over and poking you. “Ajax, what the hell?” Don’t mind the man if he basically launched himself far to the corner of the room.

“Ajax, what the hell are you doing?” You raised you head, looking at him in disbelief. “Y/N?”

“Your place was a mess so I cleaned it-” You responded back with a yawn. Childe didn’t let you go after that.

That entire night, He might have cried in your arms. He cannot believe that you decided to clean this place up the moment you get back. Like of all things, why his office? You’re unbelievable.

Scaramouche

He forgot that you would always tell him Goodbyes does not mean forever. That goodbyes for you are promises to come back.

He was just used to being left alone that he quickly disregarded your words thinking that you really did leave him completely.

Please for the love of everyone that are dead and alive, you quickly went back as fast as you can. You knew Scara wouldn’t last years.

You had only been gone for 3 months, just 3 months. Now you’re here wrapped around his arms. He hadn’t let you go for 5 hours already. Yes, you counted.

Scaramouche might wear a cold exterior outside his comfort, but when it comes to you he gets unbelievably clingy.

It took him a long time to be comfortable like this though, when you were just starting out he would flinch with every touch.

You knew he was touch starved, but also in fear of abandonment. You both took time to make him appreciate himself more as a person rather than a hollow puppet with predetermined existence.

You regret leaving him even just for a second, that’s why you forced your way back between worlds. You were exhausted, but you knew Scara wouldn’t let go.

You don’t mind, you missed him after all. Little did he know, you may or may not have injured yourself with your forced travels through a wormhole. He only realized this when he hugged you a little too tight, and you went oomph for a second.

“Ah scara, be a little gentle. I think I broke a rib through-” “ Excuse me what the fuck do you mean you broke a rib!?” Ah man, this is going to be a long night. But at least you’re back, right?

Author’s Notes: Albedo’s prompt would be separate because I feel like I owe you people that much.

# WHAT A PRETTY VOICE YOU HAVE !!

cw: fem! reader. overstim, faceriding, slight biting, whining, doggystyle, dirty talk, sub! reader.

sypnosis: how i think genshin men moan while being intimate.

starring: itto, kaeya, childe, xiao, ayato, diluc, scaramouche, kazuha.

txt from jewel: siifjvkfkf ayato ur coming home idc. . sry 4 errorz

CHILDE has . . . loud moans.

like any other lazy day of the both of you being intimate with each other, childe was fucking you hard today, falling in love with your body over and over again as you started to smell just like his sweet, rich scent. the way he’d reach that certain spot like it was nothing, watching your eyes roll back. i like to think his moans slip out, he doesn’t even realize how loud he sounds until he covers your mouth, and throws his head back. “s-shit.. y/n.. you feel so good.. gonna cum again.. you keep gettin’ tight.. b—abyyy..” childe tries a lott hold back his moans but obviously fails. he even starts stuttering a bit, very loudly, a blush spreading due to embarrassment on his face. as he continues to fuck you deeply, he whines, rutting into you, his warm breath falling against your neck.

ITTO has . . . begging moans.

this oni doesn’t care. he’s not scared at all to let out his moans, he wants no he needs you. he honestly felt no shame nor felt embarrassed about wanting you and needing you. you made him so hard. his whines would be so pretty — you’d start to question if this was the same itto who was so confident and loud. “c’monnn y/n.. want you to ride my face..” he’d mewl, placing kiss trails from your stomach to stop at your underwear, tugging it with his teeth, eyes pleading as he looked up at you. “let me make you cum okay? fuck i- i need it so bad..” he smiled weakly, drawing out his cute pleas, softly tracing the outline of your panties with his nail, making you moan. when you let him, he happily squeezes your thighs, and eats you out until your third orgasm.

KAEYA has . . . angelic moans.

hearing this pretty boy moan your name ..? it was enough to make you cum alone. it was just indescribable having sex with kaeya. sometimes he’d fuck you until he overstimmed himself, babbling into your neck for more. “shut up.. my moans aren’t fuckin’ prett—fuck.. y-y/nnn, so sensitive…” it was ironic he was so good at dirty talk yet here he was, melting like butter as he was deep inside you, nibbling on your neck. sometimes he’d purposely moan in your ear, sliding his hand around your throat softly. “ah.. fuck.. y/n.. too much, fuck—!” he’d gasp, lewdness dripping in his tone. sometimes he’d get embarrassed hearing his own words leaving his mouth, and glare at you, before letting out a whine.

KAZUHA has . . . muffled moans.

for him, it doesn’t matter what position he does with you. kazuha would literally always have his head cutely buried in your neck. he’d be so flushed and embarrassed after each good and sloppy thrust. he’d leave lots of soft nibble bite marks on your neck, as his hot breath fanned against it. “y-y’er gonna make me cum, y/n.. don’t tease me.. l-like that.. hah..” he’d mewl, feeling you grind your hips against him. kazuha would lay back, his eyes lowering and a bright red tint covering his face. you loved it most when he’d be fucking you deeply, and he’d babble your name over and over, and even start apologizing. “oh fuck.. ‘m sorry y/n.. need to fill your pussy.. have to…. y/nnnn. feels so.. good.. y/n, i—”

XIAO has . . . quiet moans.

he’s not much of a moaner, so the closest thing you’d get is low sexy pants and gasps directly next to your ear. xiao likes to start off slow with you, taking in every moment. as you felt him slowly slide inside you, he’d shower your face and neck with kisses, hearing you let out a soft moan. “god, y’er just fuckin’ squeezin’ down on me, aren’t you..” he’d nearly whisper, before letting out a shaky breath. xiao went in deeper, and placed a kiss on your trembling lips. “you’re so cute beneath me..” he’d mumble, before he starts to thrust into you. xiao would let out a gasp, sliding his fingers towards your clit and feeling how wet you were. he’d let out a low grunt, before slowly lifting up your leg to go faster.

AYATO has . . . teasing moans.

this guy is so mean. he enjoys more than anything to torment you — because he knows he can. his moans would even sound a bit bratty as he’s casually pounding into your cunt. “mm, like that.. d-don’t you? look at my cute girl..” he’d coo, moaning directly next to your ear. ayato would smile, sweat running down his eyebrow before shoving your head into the pillow reaching all the right spots to head your moans and cries. “can you be any louder, heh. we’re gonna get complaints from the neighbors again, sweetheart..” ayato cheekily grins, giving your ass a smack. he saw how you turned your head in embarrassment and chuckled, smacking your ass again. “c’mon no need to be embarrassed — aw is my pretty girl gonna cum again? better ask first..”

SCARAMOUCHE has . . . choking moans.

he can be a little too ecstatic during being intimate, like he’ll be all confident, thinking he’s all in control. but his moans tell him otherwise though. scaramouche can’t help it, cutely snuggled and nestling between your legs. his face would flush as he’d let out a single pant, slowly sinking his dick deep inside. scaramouche would softly throw his head back, not even remembering what round it was now. “god, b-baby ‘m sorry i j-just can’t get enough of you,” he’d softly whimper, making you look up at him, before going at a animalistic speed. he couldn’t help himself. he’d try to hold his moans to save his pride, but it only made him moan louder, an entire choking mess. his face was red all over, leaning down to plant a kiss on your cheek. “sh—it.. y-y/n..” he’d whine, not even able to look you in the eye afterwards.

DILUC has . . . demanding moans.

i think diluc is somewhat of a hard dom. he wouldn’t wanna be in any other place other than between your thighs, watching you start to see stars. “c’mon baby, keep your eyes on me. wanna see those pretty eyes,” he’d grunt, rubbing the thumb pad of his glove against your lip. he’d let out a pant, and smiled with sweat running down his eyebrow at the sight of your beauty all fucked dumb like this for him. “aw, what’s with that twisted expression.. you gonna cum huh? go ahead then pretty baby.” he’d tease, hearing you whine as a reply. diluc laughed, placing a kiss on the lips, hearing you whimper as the lewd sounds of your own sloppy cunt getting absolutely ravaged by your boyfriend. he’d slide a hand down and you could feel the soft rubber of his glove, rubbing against your pussy — with you moaning from the oversensitivity and begging for more.

BONUS: moans in your mouth while kissing u . .

KAZUHA, KAEYA, ITTO, CHILDE, SCARAMOUCHE.

thinking about ayato, with his pristine suit and silky smooth gloves. no one thinks of him to be much of a fidgeter, as he always graces a welcoming and easygoing smile that always reaches his eyes, but he tugs at the hem that rests just above his wrist when no one’s looking, or his sleeves are down and cover his hands. it’s not like him — or at least that’s what everyone says — but what would they know? he’s a busy man and he rarely appears in public, much less to be with you. it’s not that he harbors any ill feelings towards the notion of it, but he’s very much prefer to share that intimacy behind closed doors.

thinking about ayato, who offers you an outstretched hand in greeting. he bows his head as he dips down to press thin lips to your rough knuckles. you’re scoffing and he’s chuckling, the corners of his mouth quirked into a lighthearted smirk. you try to shake your hand away with the excuse that the skin is dry from the cold, but he’s having none of it.

thinking about ayato, who towers over you with bright eyes and a gentle smile. in the time and effort it takes for you to take three steps, he takes one in stride. it’s a comical sight, given his tall and slender build, but he feels that you can’t be more of a perfect match. there comes with his height a sense of duty that extends past his responsibilities as yashiro commissioner: to protect you. he doesn’t voice his feelings to you because he expects you’ll chide him for it. he’s satisfied enough when he has a spare moment at your side.

thinking about ayato, whose thoughts always go to you. you come first, so expect that he quickly rushes to your aid if need be. he reaches the doors first so that he may hold them open for you, he immediately offers his coat when you point out the first sign of rainfall, a single drop on your head. he is always thinking of others — it’s his job to — and in your case it’s no different. he will always seek your comfort first above all and anything else.

thinking about ayato, who gazes at you from across the countertop with such fondness in his eyes. he’s stealing glances while someone steals your attention for the time being, simply watching you talk and express yourself. he’s fascinated by how animated you are as you do, and his chest fills with a warmth unmatched by any open flame. no one could miss the admiration he holds for you; it’s as clear as day.

Ⓒ diluvey 2022. do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

Broken Loyalties (1)

Yandere! Ayato + Thoma x f!reader

-I originally posted this on ao3 but decided post it here too! mostly thomaxreader but pt 2 will be ayatoxreader <3 sorry for the odd paragraph spacing btw :,)

Thoma finds his loyalties questioned

Warnings: Yandere themes, forced marriage, no explicit sex but contains thoma’s filthy imaginations 💗 descriptions of unstable mental health (?)

You feel like you are withering away.

Every day, it feels a little harder to drag yourself out of bed. The colors around your world seem so bleak and dark and dreary. And the food presented in front of you, has it always been so… unappetizing? Truthfully, the piping hot dishes spread across the oak table is a feast. Steaming soup, fresh fish accompanied with a bowl of rice. The clammy grip you have around your chopsticks tightens.

All of a sudden, you are hit with an overwhelming sense to heave your empty stomach across the lavish meal.

“Miss? Miss?”

You don’t hear your attendant until his warm fingers are prying the trembling chopsticks from your grip. Your heart calms down from its frantic gallop. He?

Immediately, your head shoots upward. Blonde hair, soft emerald eyes, and an even softer look of concern flashing in his gaze. “Who are you?” Your eyes narrow. He isn’t the usual timid servant who trails around you like a second shadow. The second thing you register is the unfamiliarity of his uniform. It’s unlike the typical Inazuman attire adorned by the Kamisato servants, they normally wear gray and blue - a representative of the Kamisato clan’s colors. On the contrary, his clothes seem to be a mixture of traditional Inazuman embellishments paired with… The crimson red of his jacket tugs on your memory. “Where are you from?” The question escapes your mouth before you can stop yourself.

His bright eyes widened in surprise. This man is perfect picture of youthful innocence.

“M-My name is Thoma,” he explains as he snatches his hand away from yours. “I hail from Mondstadt. I must apologize for touching you without your permission, it just looked like you were about to-”

“Mondstadt?” you parrot. Before Thoma can take his hand away from yours, your fingers close around his wrist in a grip that betrays the strength of your smaller figure. Something akin to life seems to flicker alight in your dull eyes. “Are you really from Mondstadt?” you ask him again.

Thoma seems startled by your bold movements. “Y-Yes, my lady.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” You finally seem to realize that your fingers are still snared around his wrist. “I did not mean to grab you, that was very unbecoming of me.”

“Please don’t apologize! It was an honor for me to meet the mistress of the Kamisato clan. I shouldn’t have touched you without permission.”

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say. The hand around Thoma’s wrist loosens as you turn around to the table again. In the blink of an eye, you’ve withdrawn back to your shell. The spark of interest in your eyes dims like a fire deprived of oxygen. “You may take your leave,” you tell him in a clipped yet polite voice. You cross your hands elegantly over your lap, not a trace of earlier friendliness could be found. “It was nice meeting you.” Smaller in stature, larger in presence. You weren't the young woman who’d gripped his wrist earlier anymore, you were now the Kamisato matron, elegant, poised, lifeless. A title that you clearly despised.

Nevertheless, Thoma bows as he retreats out of the room.

Not once do you turn around.

—

The second time Thoma meets you, he finds you in the Kamisato gardens. Your hair is swept into a delicate spiral of elaborate braids and held away from your face by a floral kanzashi at the nape of your neck. The dim sunlight glints off the pin in your hair, casting a reflection around your head and setting your skin alight with muted golden rays. A sight that would have left every painter in awe. Thoma swears his heart skips a beat.

But when you turn around, the sound of his footsteps had clearly alerted you, your eyes are dark and cloudy. Like a match about to die out if the wind blew a little too strongly. “My lady,” Thoma calls out respectfully. “It looks like it’s about to rain. My lord has requested for you to return indoors.”

The corners of your lips tug downwards slightly. “I see.”

A few moments pass as you continue to stare off into the distance. Thoma shifts uncomfortably on his feet.

Just as the silence stretches on to the point where it was uncomfortable, you raise an eyebrow. “How did a young man from Mondstadt end up serving an Inazuman clan?” you start.

You look at him properly this time. And faced with the undivided attention of your steely gaze, Thoma nearly stutters over his story.

When he finishes, you smile a bit. It’s a small smile, but Thoma takes it as a victory anyhow. “Are you happy here, Thoma?” Your voice was so soft that Thoma nearly missed it over the rumble of thunder.

Somehow, he had a feeling that the answer to your question was one that he should tread with extreme caution. “The Kamisato siblings have never treated me with anything but kindness,” he says carefully. Emerald eyes scour your face for any sort of emotion. Your features betray nothing. “But my heart still longs for Mondstandt.”

You stared at Thoma for a moment longer before you calmly rose to your feet. “Let’s go. Ayato doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

Thoma nearly flinches at the direct use of Ayato’s name. You were quite probably the only person who could get away with it.

When the two of you make your way back to the estate, the elder of the Kamisato siblings is at the entrance. “My lord,” you echo emotionlessly when he makes his way to your side. Ayato’s slender fingers drifts to your hip, ghosting over the silk fabric of your kimono. Not quite touching you, but his presence is enough to catch your undivided attention. Thoma feels like an outsider all of a sudden. Like he’d just witnessed something he wasn’t supposed to set his sights on. He watches as Ayato’s larger body curves behind you, almost towering over you. Immediately, you stiffen. The tension between the two of you is so palpable that it hangs thickly in the air.

“My lord, please don’t forget that we are in the public eye.”

“The hairpin I chose for you looks good in your hair.”

Your lips flattens into a thin line as your finger twitches and Thoma half-expects you to rip the bejeweled pin out of your hair just to stab his lord in the eye.

On the contrary, Ayato’s smile broadens, the beauty mark under his mouth follows the upward curve. He’s goading you, dying for you to lash back at him. You refused to give him the satisfaction of your temper. Instead, you step away from the cage of Ayato’s possessive arms and vanish inside without a single word, all while under the watchful eyes of the other loitering servants.

It’s almost unsettling how Ayato seems even more amused. “My dear Thoma, what do you think about my adorable wife?” He continues without waiting for the latter’s response. “She has quite the temper. I’m always afraid she might slip away from my grasps if I take my eyes off her for a minute. Of course, I can count on you to watch over her in my stead, right?”

Thoma gulps. He thinks of your lifeless eyes. The pin in your hair. Your soft voice. “Yes, my lord.”

—

The more he spends time with you, the more he finds his heart wavering.

Thoma likes you... Alot. He likes to hear your voice, he likes the way your eyes light up when he first gave you a bouquet of windwheel asters that he bargained for from an Inazuman merchant, he likes the way your hair looks in the pretty complicated updos, he likes you.

And you’ve warmed up to him as well. You smile more around him, the heavy weight over your shoulders seems to lighten when you catch sight of him.

It had always been an innocent sort of crush. The type of crush where he’d do anything to see your beautiful eyes light up and crack jokes to make you laugh. He thinks he’d be happy like this if he could just spend the rest of his life seated next to you under the shade of the sakura tree in the Kamisato gardens. He’s content being your husband's servant. If this was all he could get, Thoma could die happy.

Until one day, the collar of your kimono slips. It’s not much. It just so happened that you’d bent down to pet a stray cat that wandered into the gardens. It’s not much , but it allows Thoma to catch a clear view of the smooth expanse of the back of your neck and the purplish mark on your shoulder.

His hand grazes your skin before his brain fully comprehends the sight before him. “Thoma?” you jerk up in surprise and Thoma nearly rears back. All of a sudden, you're straightening back and Thoma yanks his gaze away. He’s no virgin, he knows what that mark means. He can already feel the tip of his ears flushing as hot as the pyro vision hanging by his hip. Even when Thoma glares stubbornly at the grass, his imagination is already running wild.

The innocent crush he’d developed for you begins to spiral out of control. One sinfully wrong glimpse and the blushing servant is hooked.

That night, Thoma excuses himself to his bedroom as soon as he’s done with his chores. Usually, he’d linger around with the other staff to chat and make , but he had a pressing issue that was too hard to ignore even if he tried to.

With a stifled groan, Thoma buries his face into his pillow. He can smell you. More accurately, the soap that makes you smell like flowers and clean laundry. Oh, Thoma knows exactly what soap that is. This knowledge only serves to make him harder than ever. Maybe he can put in a good word or two with the maids, would they let him use your soap? The thought of being enveloped in your scent every single day makes his skin flush hotly.

Those same trembling hands have found their way to his pants. A low hiss escapes through his clenched jaw, he’s so hard that it almost hurts to touch himself. Carefully, Thoma wraps his fingers around his cock and rubs his thumb across his pre cum to smear it across his shaft. Slowly, he pumps it once, twice, thrice. The moment his eyes flutter shut, images of you begin to flash in his brain again.

Maybe– Maybe you’ll let him dress you up after your shower. And Thoma can wrap those beautiful silk kimonos around your body, kiss each part of your bare skin as he wraps the ribbons around your waist. His calloused hand slides up his shaft, maybe he’d be rewarded with a soft sigh of appreciation if he kisses your skin. No- he would worship your body. At night, he can undress you again. Make you lie down on the bed as he massages the tension away. You are miserable, aren’t you? And Thoma can sympathize with that. Two foreigners far away from home and trapped in a marriage you never wanted. So maybe… you won’t protest when his deft fingers slip lower down your spine until they are between your soft plush thighs. Maybe you won’t push him away if he pets your warm cunt and makes your slick stain the expensive bed sheets.

Thoma can’t help the pathetic choked whine when his cock throbs in his hand at the thought. His hips buck forward as he nearly weeps into his pillow with each buck of his hips to push his cock through his hand. The warmth of his climax bubbles like a coil in him, he shouldn’t be surprised at how fast it arrives, he should be guilty that the thought of you is making him so aroused that Thoma can barely see straight. His hand speeds up, the wet click of his cockhead slipping past his fingers filling the dark room and Thoma cums so hard that he nearly sees stars. His cock twitches in his grip, the image of you, sprawled across the bed as his fingers are buried in you still embedded in his treacherous mind.

Dimly, Thoma is aware that he just made a big mess on his bed. But the you in his imagination mewls like a kitten when Thoma crooks his fingers just right, and his cock begins to twitch to life again. “Fuck,” an uncharacteristic curse echoes from Thoma’s flushed face. Despite the murky white coating his fingers, Thoma wraps his sticky fingers around his cock again.

One last time. He promises himself. One more fantasy and he’ll swear to put everything behind him. Though he might deny it, the seeds of his love for you had been planted the moment he saw you at the dinner table.

That night, Thoma doesn’t get to catch even a wink of sleep.

—--

“Thoma.” It’s near the end of your little evening session with him. The mere sound of his name rolling off your tongue is enough to send a delicious warm shudder licking down his spine. He tries to imagine how it’d sound like a little more high-pitched, a little breathier and–

“Thoma.” You frown at the dazed look in his eyes. “Are you all right?”

He needs to focus.

“Y-Yes, my lady?”

Before he can blink, you trip over something (a stray pebble, your robes, Thoma doesn’t know) and Thoma’s reflexes move before his brain does. A strong arm catches your body by the waist before you can hit the ground and his other arm braces the two of you against the railings. He thinks his brain short circuits a little because you are so close that he can feel each puff of your warm breath fanning against his skin and you are so soft. “M-My lady, are you all right?” He gulps, the tips of his ears are beginning to burn because the longer he has you in his arms, it makes him feel as if he’s going to explode.

“Thoma,” unlike him, your voice is unwavering. All of a sudden, he feels your hand glide into his front pocket. “Thank you for helping me. I must have tripped over my robes.”

Without another word, you right yourself and give him a pointed look. “Will you escort me to my room?”

“O-Of course, my lady.” The piece of paper you slipped into his pocket seems to sear like a burn against his skin.

—--

Ayato has a routine. One that you’ve memorized until you knew it like the back of your hand. Nevertheless, your heart still slams against your ribs with each shaky step you take. On Tuesdays, he comes to bed much later than usual. Not that you cared what he was doing. But this piece of information was something you tucked carefully in your mind.

Coincidentally, the window to your bedroom is connected to the garden. And after weeks loitering around the garden under the pretense of observing sakura petals, you finally figured out the rotation of the Kamisato guards.

Right now, they were changing their rotations. With your heart in your throat, you haul yourself out of the window and into the garden. Despite the stinging sensation of pebbles biting into your bare feet, you race through the garden until you reach the corner of the wall hidden behind the sprawling estate. Every Tuesday, you’d been sneaking out to add bits of valuable into the silk pouch you hit in the crack of the wall. A small diamond off your hairpin, a small comb, all tiny things that wouldn’t rouse any suspicion. Right next to the crack was a ladder that the gardener forgot to keep this afternoon because you’d instructed him to help you with the flowers in your room. Much to your relief, the aging gardener had forgotten about the ladder entirely. You can only pray that Ayato isn’t too harsh on him after you escape.

The cold wind bites into your skin, but somehow, it’s a comforting sensation. It reminds you of the time when you still had your anemo vision. It reminded you of the time before Ayato stole it away and made you his bride.

You recall the note you slipped into Thoma’s pocket earlier. It seemed unfair to abandon him here as you made your escape. The two of you didn’t belong here, you’ve seen the way the other staff gossipped about Ayato’s foreign status. It served as further motivation for you to send him the note that detailed for him to meet you here tonight.

“My lady?” A hushed whisper yanks you out of your thoughts.

“Thoma!” You could’ve jumped up to hug him at that instant. “Let’s go,” you grab his wrist and begin to yank him toward the ladder. “We can escape right now! I’ve heard that a pirate by the name of Beidou has smuggled foreigners away from Inazuma. With the stash I’ve gathered, it should be more than enough to guarantee us a trip to Mondstadt. We can go home!”

In the midst of your excited rambling, you miss the odd look that crosses Thoma’s face. Without waiting for his response, you turn around and worm your hand into the crack to grab the stash. Yet, your fingers close around empty air.

No… No way. No, it was impossible. It feels as if someone had doused your entire body in cold water. Desperately, you fall to your knees and tried to peer through the crack. Where is the pouch?

“Looking for something?”

Your heart drops to your feet.

You don’t have to turn around to recognize that honeyed voice. Nevertheless, you push yourself upright on shaky feet and come face-to-face with your loathsome husband. A knowing smirk dances across his handsome face. After a few moments, you finally register that Thoma is standing right behind him with his face turned to the side, refusing to meet your eye.

“Thoma?” Even in your ears, your voice sounds oddly strained and tense. Far away, you hear the heavy footsteps of the Kamisato guards resuming their stations, sealing off all of your escape routes.

Amidst your thundering heartbeat, silence is the only response.

“Darling, don’t be too upset,” Ayato coos, “Don’t you think that Thoma’s loyalty is an admirable thing? He– “

Before he can finish his sentence, you lunge toward Thoma and lash your palm at his face so hard that he staggers backward. Your eyes are half crazed, pupils shaking so badly that Thoma doubts that you can even see clearly. “Fuck you,” you hiss as you slam your fist against his chest again. Despite your frenzied blows, Thoma makes no move to defend himself. Instead, he remains silent as you continue to sob. He nearly breaks down at the look of utter anguish on your face. “You betrayed me! I trusted you! Out of every person in this wretched place, I gave you my trust!” Around you, the wind seems to howl in response.

A surprised look flits across Ayato’s face when he feels the strong wind billow at his robes.

Upon his command, two burly guards begin to yank your trashing figure away from Thoma. “What did he promise you?” you hiss at him in a voice full of malice.

Thoma looks like he’s on the verge of a breakdown, with his emerald eyes still downcast and fixed on anywhere but your seething figure. There’s a red angry gash across his cheek from where your nails had scratched him. Instead, Ayato answers on his behalf.

“You.”