Thinking About Ayato, With His Pristine Suit And Silky Smooth Gloves. No One Thinks Of Him To Be Much

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.

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Eren Jaeger 

1. Eren in his zone eating your pussy 

2. Rough midnight fucking

3. The first time he lets you ride him and it feels too good

Armin Arlert 

1. Riding him instead of watching netflix 

2. Slowly fucking you in a mating press 

3. Armin making you so wet when he eats your pussy

Jean Kirstein

1. Fucking you in missionary 

2. A quickie before he has to go to work

3. Using the dildo and cat ears he got you

Connie Springer

1. Riding his big cock

2. He’s so big he can’t fit all the way but it has you creaming

3. Using the bed to hit it deeper and cumming in your mouth

Levi Ackerman

1. Fucking you on the couch while you drip all over it

2. Having very hot sex

3. Fingering you and rubbing your clit

characters: zhongli, ayato, xiao, albedo, diluc, kazuha

prompt: genshin men having kids and how they would act towards them

content warning: implied female reader, mentions of pregnancy (diluc’s part)

!! not proofread !!

content under the cut !

albedo ; kreideprinz

⌗ would have one kid, he's even shocked that he HAS a kid considering the fact that he’s a homunculus.

⌗ he would very much take them out on dragonspine to look at the scenery or to simply relax by the bonfire.

⌗ guaranteed protective dad !

⌗ would let his child meet klee but always bans her from bringing out bombs and such.

the gentle breeze from dragonspine’s mountains was very relaxing. peaceful and quiet, like it should be.

all that can be heard is the sound of albedo’s shoes moving against the ground. cyan eyes that are focused on the task before him while he carefully examined the materials laid out on the table. until –

boom!

little cries were heard and it echoed throughout the walls of his laboratory. his hands fumbled against the wooden surface and quickly rushed over to where the sound is. low and behold, he saw a little girl in red presenting his daughter with a small, bunny bomb.

“klee!” albedo yells from his position, rushing to take the explosive and set them aside away from his still-infant daughter. his baby was sniffling and crying, feet clumsily making a fuss and hands which searched for her father’s presence. albedo gently picked up his daughter from her baby chair and wiped the tears away from her eyes, pecking her cheek for her to calm down.

“there, there. it’s okay.” he quietly hushed the crying child and soon, the baby dozed off into dreamland.

he laid her down onto the cradle and placed a stuffed toy beside her. feeling relaxed, he turned his attention to klee who was rubbing her head in both embarrassment and guilt. “sorry mister albedo.. she looked bored so i wanted to cheer her up! but i guess it didn’t work.” she said, pouting.

with klee’s sweet apology, albedo felt his heart soften. seems like he has not one, but two children to take care of.

ayato ; pillar of fortitude

⌗ as the sole head of the kamisato clan, he’s bound to at least have two or three children !

⌗ he is very charming towards his kids which earned him the title ‘prince’.

⌗ he absolutely ADORES children, and i mean very.

⌗ oh and one final thing, he’s very clumsy when it comes to his children.

“papa!” your daughter waddled over to where ayato is seated and stretched out her hands for him to notice. “hmm, yes my darling?” ayato picked her up from the ground and let her sit on his lap.

“papa, tie my hair p’ease?” she turned around and presented her messy hair to her father in which he nervously chuckled. he grabbed a comb and carefully styled her hair with small braids that are obviously made by an inexperienced person. meanwhile his daughter was flapping her arms happily and waited patiently for her kind father to do her hairstyle.

after it was finished, ayato let out a faint sigh and gave her a kiss on the cheek. fatherhood was tougher than it seems. the little girl giggled and gave her father a kiss back, “thank you, papa!”

ayato gave the gentlest of smiles and carefully placed her back down on the floor. he watched how the girl ran across the room and showed off her cute braids to her other siblings.

squeals and shock emerged from the three and two of his other children flocked over to ayato and gave him puppy eyes.

“papa, tie my hair too!”

“me too, me too!”

two children were clinging to his pants and were being total sweethearts. really, he might be the happiest person right now. his pride and joy, his beloved children. just then you were passing by the room and chortled at the sweet sight, and by instinct, ayato leaned up to see you smiling at the entrance.

“seems like you’re quite busy.” your eyes trailed down to your children, then back to your husband. “well, what can i say? they take after me.” he said, referring to their spontaneous bursts of energy, eyes boring into yours with nothing but pure adoration laid out.

you smiled pleasantly and he chuckled, setting the important papers aside and planned to spend the rest of the day with his family.

yes, his family.

diluc ; the shadow of dawn

⌗ would have one or two kids

⌗ no. 2 clumsy father

⌗ he’s very firm in wanting his kid/s to grow up happily.

⌗ will most likely spoil them ; toys and what not, he never misses.

the whole ragnvindr manor was busy, much more now that a new addition was added to the family. diluc was anxious, obsessed with the details concerning the baby room. “master diluc, the furniture that you ordered has arrived.” adelinde, the head maid, said as the still-worried diluc looked at her and nodded, clearly in distress.

but thank goodness his wife appeared at the right moment, and just when he was about to break, your soft voice brought him back to the present. “diluc?” his eyes dart to your form, crimson eyes that shifted from surprised to worried. “y/n, what are you doing? you should be in bed.” there he seemed like a total lovesick man, no boundaries and no embarrassment, just pure and genuine concern for his wife.

“i’ll take a walk around the garden, our little one is quite energetic you see.” your lips morph into a smile and your hand came up to your belly to rub the growing bump. “but–”

“ah-ah, the physician said that i need to stretch my limbs once in a while. besides, i’ll be alright so don’t worry about me okay?” he hesitates, then proceeds to let you go with a tight-lipped smile. “okay.” but before you went out, you quickly made haste and pulled him close for a chaste kiss to assure him of your utmost health and safety. he was left stunned and his face grew a bright shade of red as he watched you turn to your heel and go out the door.

“adelinde.” his voice left serious and stern made the poor headmaid look up with an anxious look, yet despite his gruff personality, his actions showed a very baffled man that’s willing to go lengths for his spouse.

“from now on, purchase every item my wife’s eyes land on, that includes everything that she talks about. also give a raise to the physician, he’s doing a good job. and the—”

“—toy rattles, we’ll purchase the one made from the finest materials as you ordered, master diluc.” adelinde took note of these and diligently went to do her work. as he sauntered to one of the windows he could see you admiring the grapevines outside the winery.

his arms were crossed and observed you with utmost monitoring. “also,” his voice coming out in a quiet whisper, “tell elzer to construct a greenhouse with an abundant set of grapes. oh and make sure not to say a word to my wife about it.”

kazuha ; scarlet leaves pursue wild waves

⌗ one kid, but would also settle for two

⌗ one word and that is shy, he’s somewhat the type to

⌗ he’s a loving father but he often goes out on ‘trips’ that can be considered quite dangerous.

⌗ he would create a whole album full of written poetries and tons of baby pictures.

“honey?” your voice called out to him, bed head still evident in your appearance as he flinched and turned around with an awkward smile on his face. “yes, love?” he managed to croak out and you gave him a questioning look, approaching him with quiet footsteps until you were by his side and looked down at what he was doing.

a scrapbook, another set of baby pictures, and poetries.. again.

he pouted, staring right into your soul and you almost blurted out that he looked so cute at that exact moment— but momentarily restrained yourself from doing so. “won’t you go to bed?” you sit down beside him and let your hand drift against the smooth surface of the paper that he was writing on. delicate and skilled handwriting was shown in short stanzas, words carefully picked and you will know almost instantly that a person of such expertise has made this intricate form of poetry.

“mm, just a moment.” his voice was coarse which then made you worry for him. “hold on, i’ll make tea.” you get up from your seat and head straight to the kitchen, soon walking to the living room with a tray in hand along with a neatly folded blanket. you carefully set the tray down and pour him tea, noticing how his eyes shifted to your hands and to your lips. just then, his hand snaked against yours and he brought your hand to his lips, pressing a soft kiss onto it. his eyes were still focused into yours watching how your mouth was slightly agape and then closed quicker than his own eyes can comprehend.

cute, he thinks.

“anyways, we should–”

“ba?” familiar cherry-colored eyes were staring at the both of you and the infant immediately giggled at the sight of his parents. as if by parental instinct, you and kazuha both scramble to pick the baby up and bring him back to the nursery. kazuha carried his son back to his room while the little boy was making a fuss and grabbing onto kazuha’s hair locks, though kazuha himself didn’t mind much.

kazuha brought him back to bed and quietly sang melodious tunes until the baby drifted off to sleep. you soon entered the room with a small, thick blanket and placed it atop of the baby's body. the next thing you know, you and kazuha were both laughing and looking up at the ceiling, giggling to the struggles of parenthood. after a few minutes of tranquility, your laughter died down as he felt your head bump against his shoulder and he smiled.

"thank you, for everything, my love."

xiao ; vigilant yaksha

⌗ one kid, final and no qualms

⌗ no. 3 clumsy, probably the clumsiest of them all.

⌗ is distant at first but soon spends time with his child, whether it be short or long.

⌗ very protective too

xiao’s eyes stayed alert as he scanned through every spec of monsters that are passing by the inn. as he peered down the window, a soft cry startled him and he looked over to see his newborn daughter fumbling her hands around in search for attention. you flinched and woke up to the all-too-familiar sound of your daughter wailing. dark eye bags were hanging underneath your eyes and your complexion was paler due to the lack of sleep.

you sat up and soothed your crying daughter, yet your efforts failed which caused her to cry louder, this time her cries were turning into high-pitched shrieks and caused you to become even more confused on what she wanted. just then xiao’s body towered over the small child and picked her up in an unexperienced way, hands shaking and absolutely tentative so to not press down too hard.

“xiao!” you shouted, horrified by the position he’s holding her in. “i can handle this... you just sleep, you need it.” he urged you to at least get a wink of rest, eyeing your ragged figure. you couldn’t exactly argue with that so with a minute of hesitance, you accepted his proposition and retreated to bed. he sighed with relief, pulling the covers over you and going outside to the terrace. now preoccupied with a daughter in hand, he shifted her to a much comfortable position.

“you’re quite troublesome aren’t you?” her cries soon ceased and she only looked at her father with wonder in her eyes. he never thought that this .. small human being is his, and that he created it with you as proof of your underlying love for each other. “..so small.” he mumbled against the baby’s soft hands which reached up for his face, touching his cheeks ever so often and smiling whenever her father’s hair brushes her face.

xiao’s lips skimmed over her fingertips, and, trailed off to her forehead, giving it a kiss before withdrawing.

maybe he can let down his walls for once, just for you and his daughter.

zhongli ; vago mundo

old man, old man, he would have one or two kids

he's very loving and is always there to offer his kid/s assistance

oh and he's also very old-fashioned to the point where he would let his kid/s participate in old traditions

will always make time for his family no matter what the occasion

it was just another day in liyue, nothing too special. the bustling streets were crowded and noisy, busy from all the merchants and customers that come and go, commercial ships that land against the port of liyue harbor and carried the best materials made for everyday living.

unbeknownst to the unperturbed atmosphere of the city, there’s a lady whose energy had completely drained and was now absorbed in a deep, peaceful sleep. all that can be heard are loud but tiny cries and a father who’s anxiously rubbing his hands and looking between you and the babies, yes, twins.

“you can hold them now, mr. zhongli.” the nurse gently placed the babies inside the cradle just next to you. he approached them and he was in awe. a boy and a girl, both holding zhongli’s beautiful chestnut-colored hair.

slowly, they both open their eyes and began to see the beauty of their surroundings. they blinked a few times before seeing their father completely in sight. “hello, my babies, my twins.” zhongli felt his heart flutter when the babies gave him a faint smile as if immediately recognizing who he is.

he observed how the two infants caught sight of his hand and tried grasping it cutely with their own tiny hands, struggling and huffing when they failed. carefully, zhongli removed his gloves and grazed his finger upon the babies’ cheeks, watching how they cuddle against it and lovingly beamed from the warm, fatherly affection.

and with that, zhongli felt his cheeks warm up and he uttered words of thanks. “i love you, and thank you for being born safely.”

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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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.”

𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. ayato x gn!reader

𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. drabble ; 0.7k

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. married au ; fluff

𝐜𝐰𝐬. spoilers to ayato’s story quest

𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. in celebration of winning 50/50 and his weapon with no fate points gained. damn… hoyoverse wants to kiss me, huh.

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