TEASING THEM

TEASING THEM

synopsis: teasing your husband with sexual gestures.

content warnings: soft - nsfw + fem!reader

ayato: you saw him in the kitchen so early in the morning just getting a glass water, and just wanted the idea of teasing him. you needed to take a shower but you didn’t want to take it alone, so you brushed yourself into his arms, pressing your chest and breasts against his form arm and smiling… a lustful smile. “im going to take a shower..join me” you offered tracing a circle into his arm. his eyes sparked with lust nearly immediately.

childe: you climbed into his lap after he sat on the couch ready to watch something. wrapping your arms around his neck and whispering right above his lips with a smile. now his dull blue eyes were piercing straight into yours as you whined “I don’t want you to sleep here tonight… sleep with me.” It was enough for him to carry you into the bedroom.

diluc: gosh, you knew exactly how to tease him. sitting right above his groin with your legs wrapped around his waist. tracing shapes into his muscles with one hand, gently grinding on him, along with popping one breast out and gently bringing his hand so he could touch it. he was extremely red but you could tell with how hard he was getting he enjoyed it.

itto: all you had to do generally was trace shapes into his chest and say how muscular he was. in all honesty it was something that sparked his ego a bit. sometimes if you stepped over a line, like suggesting he stay with you for tonight his cheeks and ears would glow pink.

kaeya: you bother him while he was working, simply teasing him by caressing his chin. placing your knee between his legs while he kept a stern grip on your waist. you kissed his neck having him moan gently into your shoulder.

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Father of mine Take me back to the day Yeah, when I was still your golden boy Back before you went away

( art by McKenna Harris /  “A Father’s Kiss” by Christopher Bursk / “Father of Mine” by Everclear) (thanks @maskwasii​ for showing me the song!)

secret lover?

ft. kamisato ayato.

synopsis being in a secret relationship with highschool!ayato.

a tease.

the biggest tease.

he kicks your chair. like you know when you’re sitting in front of a kid and they just begin kicking your chair or whatever? yeah. he does that and it’s so frustrating but that’s what makes him more entertained

your frustration entertains him

he has the time of his life whenever he gets asked questions about his love life

"ayato, are you single?" “oh? i’d love to answer that but unfortunately i sense a dark aura surrounding this area. see you.”

because of how attractive he is, this dude gets flirted with a LOT. and obviously that makes you jealous because duh who wouldn’t be jealous if their boyfriend the literal kamisato ayato got flirted with??

which leads to make out sessions in either empty classrooms, the back of the school, the roof or the janitors room 🤩

"look at you panting.. seriously, you got this riled up because a nobody flirted with me? you know i belong to you, love.”

though, if sometimes, just sometimes when you both go a bit too far than expected, he’ll help you look appropriate before your next class or whatever

you held onto ayato's shoulder for support as he backed you up against the desk of an empty classroom, hands freely roaming each and every part of your body as his tongue explored yours.

breaking the kiss, ayato doesn’t miss the flash of disappointment that crosses your eyes before admiring your flustered expression. he bends a bit lower and moves closer to your sensitive area.

"ayato, we're in a class-"

"5 minutes until the next class begins, my love. in the meantime, let me treat you the way those nobodies want to be treated."

yeahhh,, better have some concealer or foundation with you at all times !!

people sometimes grow suspicious when it comes to you both, because he teases you all the time, alone or in front of people while you just yell at him

whenever roaming the hallways, he always has his hand on your lower back so he doesn’t lose you, sometimes when he’s feeling a bit bolder he wraps it around your waist to which you smack his arm for doing so

he also gives you his gloves, beanie, scarf, etc if you’re feeling cold he makes fun of you first though

he also buys you food or drinks, whatever you want. just say the word and he’ll purchase. don’t try to hide the fact you’re not hungry from him, because trust me. he knows.

he also waits outside all your classes to walk you to your next one or walk you home. yeah. he’s been doing it before he even asked you out.

this dude ditches his friends for you 😭 he’s so whipped istg

honestly, he probably doesn’t care if people begin piecing the puzzle together and realising that you both have something going on. instead, it makes him have a sense of pride that he managed to pull someone who he considers to be way out of his league.

ayaka is basically the only person that knows about what you two have, though it’s not because she was told by the either of you, it was because she saw the way her brother acted towards you. it instantly clicked.

"i’ll see you, ayaka." you waved goodbye before walking towards the door.

the white haired girl stared as her brother placed his hand on top of your head and stared at you with what she considered to be the softest look he’s ever given to anyone else besides her.

speaking honestly, she knew that you both were together. i mean, c’mon. that’s literally her brother. she’s been in his room many times and has seen the printed photos and polaroids of the dates you guys have been on along with other memories created stuck on his wall.

though, the young kamisato never brought it up in front of her brother, she just watched from afar awaiting the day where ayato would be asking ayaka for advice in which ring to buy for you.

“You know, I really hope this boosts your morale.”

You sigh, a millisecond away from snapping at the infamous Captain Kaeya. “What does?”

“My bare chest.”

Pressing the dressing deeper into the wound on his thigh, you bind it tight enough to feel his muscles tense under you. “Captain, please refrain from making inappropriate jokes at this time. You nearly died.”

He’s right that his bare chest looks wonderful in the dim light in his tent, but it would look better without the fresh wounds and splattered blood from the hillichurl camp he’d just quelled. The one he went into single-handedly before someone caught on and sent a troop after their captain as backup.

“I really didn’t, my beloved healer.”

“Captain.” Perhaps reminding him of his position would help minimize his foolhardy behaviors. Perhaps it won’t. “Don’t.”

He hates that word on your lips. For weeks, he thought he’d prefer this. That he’d prefer anything but his name on your lips, because hearing you call him Kaeya - or worse, Kai - made him too giddy for comfort. Now that you’ve fulfilled his wish, he wishes there was something else you would call him besides Captain.

Will he ever be satisfied with what he has?

The silence may kill him sooner than the many wounds he sustained, so he says the first thing on his mind. He says, “Did I look hot today too?” and regrets it the moment your eyes darken.

“You looked a fool, is what you looked like,” you tell him, moving on to dressing other wounds laced across his torso. “Were you trying to die?”

“Would you have mourned me if I had?”

“Most of Mondstadt would have, yes.”

“Would you?”

“I don’t see why it matters to you what I think, Captain.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“Your title?”

“You haven’t called me Captain in nearly a year.”

“No reason. Just realized that perhaps I was letting my emotions get the best of me.”

“Is this about last night?” He winces as you drop all your instruments with a loud clatter, standing up with clenched fists and thinly veiled anger in your eyes. “Hey,” he says softly. “No need for that.”

He reaches out to touch your wrist, but you firmly step back, out of his reach.

“Maybe you’re used to this, Captain, but I’m not. I know we were both drunk last night, but don’t you think you were unfair?”

“Unfair?” His eyebrows quirk in a dark kind of mirth. “I hardly think a kiss for a beautiful woman is unfair.”

Curtly, you retort with a raised eyebrow, “You kicked me out immediately afterward and told me to curl up next to Diluc.”

Kaeya laughs a little. He remembers exactly what he said. He wasn’t as drunk as you thought he was, and every word was a calculated move to push you away. “He’s your best friend, no? A safer bedmate than the absolute snake I am.”

“Kaeya!”

His name rips through the room like a knife through a veil. It jolts him out of a pained stupor with wide eyes.

“Kaeya,” you repeat, and his name hurts almost more than the mess he’s made of himself on the battlefield. “What happened? We were okay before this. What changed?”

“An excellent question from an excellent mind.”

There’s no way he’s telling you the truth. How pathetic does he have to be to admit that he’s letting Diluc get in the way of what he wants? To admit to the list of wrongs he’s committed against the man he used to call brother?

Perhaps he ought to admit to less terrifying things first. Things like - “Have I told you I heal better when you do it?”

“I am assigned to you for a reason, Captain. I am the best there is, as far as you’re concerned.”

Ah. There’s that title again.

“Right. You know my body better than anyone… in more ways than one.”

That’s not what he meant to say, but he’s never been any other way. It’s not easy to be vulnerable, especially not to you. He knows that in the depths of his person, there are things that could drive you away. Despite his recent difficult demeanor, he doesn’t want you all that far from him. It’s been said now, though, and as always, he must reap the consequences.

“We have never shared a bed, Captain, and if you would like to imply that we have…. I have other injuries to attend to. You seem to be doing well enough.”

“You’re leaving me, then?”

“Yes.” But when you finish packing your supplies and look at him again, you see the tiredness in his one uncovered eye. The acceptance of something he clearly doesn’t want to accept. “Are you…?”

“No,” he responds quickly. “No, it’s okay. Thank you for your time and care. Come find me if Diluc is an idiot and causes you problems.”

And it’s a little too final for comfort, so you turn around and stare at him a little longer, arms crossed over your chest. “You’re hiding something from me.”

“I’m hiding something from everyone, darling.”

“This is about Diluc.”

“Everything is, isn’t it? What would Mondstadt be without his tavern? Barbatos himself enjoys his liquor.”

“Fuck, Kaeya, you know what I’m trying to say.”

And something breaks in him, and he speaks faster than he knew was possible as he says, “Yes, this is about Diluc. This is about me taking away everything he’s ever cared about. This is about me being his biggest curse; this is about how you are bound to die if you stay around me for much longer. This is about how I wanted to take down as many threats to your life as I could, and that’s what I was thinking when I stormed that camp alone. This is about how I want to do at least one good thing in my life - even if that one thing is ripping out my own heart and sending it away. So thank you, again, for your time and care, but you should leave now like everyone else does, and I can return to status quo.” With that, he flops back on the shoddy mattress and throws an arm over his eyes.

Whatever you expected from him, it wasn’t that. Sitting on the bed next to him, you tug at his arm until he pulls it away to look at you. “Why are you still here?” He asks in a small, hollow voice.

“You seem to be forgetting something or deliberately not noticing. I’m fucking in love with you. Okay? So stop acting a fool because I’m already too attached to you for this kind of talk.”

“You’re what.”

“You heard me. You’re not unlovable, and the proof is that my hands shake every time I come near you. Because every time I patch you up, I calculate how far from death you are. Diluc thanks me for taking care of you every time, because as frustrated as you always are with each other, he never really stopped caring either. Do you even realize how many people ask me about your health whenever I leave your tent after healing you? Now close your eyes and sleep, loser. I’ll stay until then and continue my rounds after.”

He doesn’t know what else to do, so he curls up with his head in your lap and - for once in his life - follows directions.

Second part to the faithless worship drabble <3 the comments on the first one still make me laugh lol

Venti is not nice in this lol, in fact most people are not nice to reader here

"How insolent—!" You can hear the Raiden Shogun hiss under her breath, violet eyes glaring at you. 

Once, before your beloved God had "pulled" for you and dragged you into this team against your will, you would have flinched away from the fury of any Archon. Now, however, all you do is glare back at her, baring a vicious grin when you can hear his Lordship's swear at you not "critting", whatever that fucking meant. 

All you knew was that he hated it when you did not put in your very absolute best effort. And of course, whatever he hated, so did his acolytes. Only difference was that where he loved you oh so much, his acolytes hated your very guts. 

And why wouldn’t they? By now, everyone knew that you had tried— and failed— to escape his summoning ritual. Only reason why you were still living and breathing was that his Lordship Ajax clearly favored you more than the rest. Oh, how you were hated and scorned, yet there was nothing they could do to you, not without incurring his Lordship's wrath. 

"(Name)." You can almost feel the earth rumble from Zhongli's displeased calling of your name, yet you don't care. Ajax is gone, for now, and you do not wish to stay here with them any longer. 

With your weapon and the ashes of the enemy scattering away, you turn your back to the rest of the team. You don't know where you'll go, but as long as you stay away from them— 

A Geo pillar shoots up before you, blocking your way. 

"We are going to talk, (Name)." Venti's voice is light and airy, but you know better than to believe this little facade of his. You were right there as his Anemo sliced through those enemies like they wereless than paper, after all. You do not wish the same fate for youself.  

Sighing, you look back at them. They, too, have put their weapons aside. You cross your arms, waiting. "Well? Let's get this over with already." 

"Your attitude has gone beyond what is acceptable," Zhongli glares at you again, irises glowing in the darkness of the Chasm. "For how much longer will you continue to deny Him His right?—" 

You sputter, an angry flush rising to your cheeks. "His right!? He has no right to control me! I did not want to be here under his sick control and I still don't," you hiss through your teeth. "I had a life before this— whatever the fuck this is! And now—" 

"It does not matter." Venti cuts through with an easy smile, yet it doesn't meet his eyes. You can feel your heart rate pick up, the realization and remembrance of who exactly you're surrounded by. "(Name), you do realize it's your own fault you're so miserable, right?" 

You rear back, mouth falling open. "Excuse me!?—" 

"You're the only person who refuses to worship him, the only one who hates being his chosen vessel. Have you never considered that perhaps the problem is you? You seem to have a problem with the divine, and not him being as evil as you make him out to be~" 

No. 

No, it's not your fault. You don't truly know why others are so happy to be controlled by him but you are not. It's not your fault, do your feelings not matter? It's your freedom you're being robbed off, he should be on your side— 

Zhongli and the Shogun are still glaring, though the gleam in their eyes scares you cold. "You better not continue to act like this, (Name), especially not in the coming future." 

You are shaking, your mind whirling still with what Venti had— had blamed you but you are not deaf to what they just said. 

"What do you mean—" 

But His Lordship has returned. 

You can feel it, how your body is no longer yours. The eyes, watching and looking into every crevice of your body and soul. And then his voice, that note of longing and adoration clear as ever. 

"Oh, did I leave you for too long, darling?" He talks to you as though you can answer— it feels more like a mockery than anything else, since you really can't speak when he's using you as the main vessel save for a few lines. "Now, where were we? We'll try a new setup, I still don't understand why you won't crit… you literally ascend with crit rate…" 

Days and weeks pass, his Lordship changes the team many times yet you always remain there for him to use and admire. And still, you never learn what the Archons had meant. 

Until you do.  

You were merely talking a walk around the outskirts of Dawn Winery, having taken refuge from the hateful gazes often pointed at you by people. So of course, you are more than a little aware of the sudden shaking of the ground, and a beam of light shooting up from Dragonspine. 

You contemplate checking out what had just happened for only a single moment— but no doubt, others would already be making their way up there. 

…You'd probably be unwelcomed, just as you are everywhere, even that damned teapot. 

So you stay where you are. Curiosity burns at you, but you eventually find other things to busy yourself with. 

This goes on for a few hours, at least. It's nearly night and you are making your way to Mondstadt's bridge, whistling to yourself. Ah, what a nice day it had been. Sure, you could do without being stared at with so much hatred and all the gossip about you, but at least today his Lordship had not used you. 

Ha, hopefully he won't come back ever again— 

"(Name)!"

No. No, no, nononono. 

That voice. 

You turn around and— 

It's his Lordship. In his full glory, wearing clothes you swear you had seen Albedo carry just a few days ago, running straight towards you. Behind him, you can see the Archons, glaring at you and practically daring you to run. 

But you won't. 

You are frozen in your place, eyes wide and frightened and confused. 

How. How. How.

He stops in front of you, arms coming to wrap around you in a caging embrace. "Oh, you are as stunning as I thought you'd be, my love," 

"I'm not your anything—" you sputter, but it's weak and you can feel Electro buzzing in the air. 

"You weren't there when I woke up here, comrade," he's frowning, dead half-lidded eyes peering down at you. Though the frown is gone in the next second, and he is back to caressing your face, your hair. "But that's alright. The teapot has your furniture set, right? We can go there now, my love. I've wanted to meet you for so long… I'm never taking my eyes off you now~"

Taglist: @fallenstarwishes, @yuzuricebun, @chihawari, @kazeniya, @willburzone

Byeol~ I hope you're having a lovely time wherever you are!! You can do this when you're not busy, but I wanted to make a drabble request with the "there's only one bed" prompt with Ayato and Childe <33 I'm stuck between Diluc and Scaramouche (since your characterization for them is to die for) so you can choose whoever you like more for the last. Thank you so much and have a good time!

underneath twilight ♡ part one

✦ ayato. childe. diluc. scaramouche. x gn!reader | part two.

✦ tags: sharing a bed (completely SFW) + various tropes.

ayato *. ⋆ lord and employee relationship

your eyes bounce between the extravagant king-sized bed and sofa. immediately, you make a beeline for the latter and promptly sit down on it. 

as you fluff the cushions on the sofa, AYATO's shadow casts over where you are. aside from his clean, familiar scent that was enough to scramble your brain whenever it enveloped you, he was the only other person in the room. 

the room he insisted you stay in — reasoning that it was reckless for you to sleep with the other male housekeepers, and that no one would wait on him. 

wasn't it the same though, staying in the same room as him? you wanted to question, but refrained, biting your tongue instead. he'd most likely find another way to have the last word. he always did. 

you look up at him, folding your hands in your lap and offering him a polite bow. "i bid you goodnight, milord. please do not hesitate to wake me if you require anything." 

ayato hums, tilting his head in your direction playfully, before elegantly taking a seat next to you. he crosses his legs, blatantly making himself comfortable. 

you blink dumbly. what was he up to now? squirming slightly under his gaze, you cautiously approach, "my lord?" 

"go ahead. sleep," he taunts airily. his voice drops an octave lower when he follows his challenge with, "i'll move you to the bed once you do." 

your stomach knots furiously, and it only worsens when he leans in abruptly. the commissioner seemed to have no concept of personal space, as he always lingered a little too close — never at a distance that could allow you to form coherent thoughts. 

the only problem was, you didn't mind this as much as you should have. 

"is that what you were hoping for?" he asks, tone changing from teasing to innocent so startlingly it almost gave you whiplash.

but after working alongside him for several years, you knew that ayato was never innocent — no matter how much he tried to hide it behind an innocuous facade composed of eloquence, grace, and close-lipped smiles. 

"i wouldn't dare!" you refute a tad too late. and with the cheery grin on his face, he knows you had considered it. sputtering out, "i could not possibly allow you to sleep here!" 

"i never mentioned that i would." he stands up, finally giving you a chance to breathe again, and makes a show of clambering into bed. laying on his side, his eyes shone with a gleam you were all-too-familiar with. "i'll stay right here. beside you." 

the long whoosh of air that gets knocked out of you a second time leaves you speechless, and all you could do was stare at him, open-mouthed, from where you sat. 

when you don't move, ayato sighs. "would you rather i turn this into an order?" he says it good-naturedly, though you knew firsthand that he'd make do with this threat. "i will not lay a hand on you. quite frankly, i cannot be bothered with the paperwork if you do report me for harassment." 

and even though ayato was never innocent, he's never placed you in harm's way. so, you slowly make your way to the bed with your back against the wall, arms slightly raised in apprehension.

still, you wonder if you could get away with strangling him in his sleep. you're pretty sure you'd be doing everyone a favor. perhaps a generous reward awaits you from guuji yae. 

ayato only tracks your figure with a lazy, amused smile. like a fox waiting for its prey. 

eventually, you find yourself under the covers. exhausted from today's activities and not wanting to deal with the man next to you, you fall asleep rather quickly after a murmured goodnight.

propping his head in his fist, he gingerly pulls the blanket closer below your chin. his hand lingers there for a second, thinking about how easily you'd fallen into his whims. 

his hand trails down to your jawline, tracing it as you slept. his heart is barely beating when a content sigh leaves your lips, feeling as if he could stay in this moment forever. 

in this moment, where you felt within his reach. and although you always were, given your occupation, tonight felt like he was hanging by a thin thread — suspended in time.

a place where status did not matter. a place where he did not have to mind prying eyes, and meddlesome mouths. a place where, even while you were asleep, his touch could cause you such contentment. 

and that was enough for him.

for now, at least.

childe  *. ⋆  childhood friends to lovers

"leave that for tomorrow," CHILDE complains, calling out to you from the other side of the room.

"i know, i know," you mutter to yourself, rubbing your eyes tiredly as you finally switch the lights close. "'m coming." 

it's almost pitch-black, and the cool weight of evening and fatigue fall on your shoulders. only silhouettes dance within the shadows as you maneuver in the dark to locate your bed. 

your knees hit the edge of its frame, and you pat the surface blindly. childe lets out a small grunt, "that was my stomach," he all but wheezes. 

"sorry," you snickered, not sounding a bit apologetic.

childe coming over to sleep was nothing new. the two of you were inseparable when you were younger, and you shared many other things besides a bed growing up. 

that is until he disappeared from your life for quite a while, and this little sleepover would mark the first time in a long time again.

though not much has truly changed. 

he's still insisted that you take the side that's right next to the wall, with him closest to the door. he explained that he'd be able to protect you much more quickly if ever someone intruded.

and like before, you're always the last to come to bed, so you always find yourself crawling over him to get to your spot. 

but the passage of time does not keep everything the same. it's inevitable — something that goes by unnoticed when you don't pay attention. not until the shifts are right in front of you.

because now, you've forgotten that childe's taller. much broader. and before you realize it, you clumsily fall over half of his body. he lets out a second grunt that night, and with a strength you don't recall he possessed before, he keeps you there by draping an arm over your hip. 

you strain your head up to look at him, the tip of your nose brushing his neck. this too, seemed like a new development. one you weren't overly opposed to. hesitantly, you whisper, "childe ... ?"

"stay there," he mumbles, releasing you momentarily to fix your positions and the blanket over both of you. you bury your face in his neck as he holds you in an attempt to become snug. 

"good?" he asks quietly. his fingers thread in your hair, featherlight touches as they dance atop your scalp.

you hum an affirmative reply, clinging to his shirt just a little more.

"good." there's a fond lilt in his voice, and you knew that he'd probably give you shit about this tomorrow morning, but you couldn't help it. 

despite the changes, despite all the years that passed, he still felt warm and familiar. solid and safe. 

"i didn't know you missed me this much," he teases. apparently, he couldn't wait until tomorrow. 

"i did," you admit, and childe is partly taken aback, not expecting you to humor him with blunt honesty. "more than you know." 

the arm around you tightens, pulling you even closer to his side. feigning his laid-back demeanor, he easily replies with, "oh, i know." 

you huff, managing a retort despite your weariness. "you're so annoying."

he laughs, and you feel his entire upper body shake. his hand goes to your upper arm, rubbing it up and down mindlessly. "but you love me." 

"i do," you whisper. the confession is so delicate — so raw — that his hand stills in their movements while sleep drags you deeper into its hold. "more than you know." 

vaguely, you feel him angle his head to look down on you. something damp presses against your forehead so lightly, that you almost believe that you were dreaming already. 

but childe's lips murmur against your forehead.

"i love you more." he breathes.

diluc  *. ⋆  fake dating

DILUC pinches the bridge of his nose in aggravation. he didn't account for how kaeya and the others would actually go this far. 

it started with a straightforward proposition. a simple scheme to get elzer and kaeya off his back, but he didn't foresee this far ahead into the future, nor considered this possibility. 

a future where you're both forced to share a room since you were parading around as "lovers" in mondstadt.

"i'm really sorry," you began, and diluc hates the way you sound so remorseful. this wasn't even your fault, as it was him who'd stupidly roped you into this entire predicament. "i could ask the front desk if they have another spare room, but they might find out that we separated ways." 

and he hates that it's still him, his reputation, his well-being, that you were considering to the very end. "i don't care. i would much rather have you sleep comfortably instead of keeping up with this act. i can sleep on the floor or move rooms —" 

"it's fine!" you blurt out. diluc opens his mouth to protest again, but you hurriedly propose, "we can share! it's just two people sleeping." 

with the look on your face, diluc knew you weren't entirely convinced as well. but then you continue with forced indifference lacing your voice, "plus ... this is all just fake, right?" 

an arrow pierces through his chest. 

"yes," he lies, mouth going dry. the arrow's steel tip digs down a little deeper. 

you nod, gifting him with a smile that's meant to reassure him, but diluc only feels dishonorable. after a while of awkwardly shuffling around one another, you feel the bed dip beside you as he finally lies down. 

"should i head down and request another blanket?" diluc offers. truly, why would whoever designed this room place an enormously large bed with a single piece of cloth that was half its size? 

you swallow nervously, avoiding his eye. "we could also ... share. if you don't mind." 

he gives you the tiniest little nod, and before he can spark another argument about moving rooms once more, you scoot closer to his side until you're flush against him. 

draping the blanket over both of you, he wonders if you could hear the hammering of his heart in this dead of night. it would be impossible for you not to. 

"please sleep well." your words come out muffled from his chest, and your breathing slowly evens out.

he keeps his arm above your shoulder, afraid to wrongly touch you anywhere else.  

he's aware that you've both gone too far to go back, and that you're both too terrified to move forward. and with the way he pulls you closer, presses you more tightly against him, even he can't deny that this wasn't just for warmth anymore. 

because with every minute that goes by, diluc knows he can't ever let you go. not when you feel like home in his arms. 

so he closes his eyes and decides that when the sun rises, he needs to make this all real, somehow. 

but that was a promise for tomorrow when you both start anew. 

scaramouche *. ⋆ enemies to lovers

"listen, can we please just get this over with?" you plead wearily. 

SCARAMOUCHE stood by the edge of the singular bed that you were currently arguing over. exhaustion permeated the air, as today's mission was longer than most — courtesy of your assigned partner, who never failed to give you a migraine — and you definitely did not want to sleep on cold, hard ground tonight. 

scaramouche closes his eyes with an irritated click of his tongue, looking as equally exhausted as you did. still, he manages to sneer and say, "and as i said, i'll be taking the bed." 

you heave a sigh, massaging your temples. "no, you'll take the floor." 

"i won't. do you forget your place? i carry a higher rank than you do." 

"fine," you spit out bitterly. "i'll go and ask childe if i can room with him. maybe he won't be an immature ass and actually knows how to fucking share." 

that's when his head snaps back to look at you again. bingo. his nostrils flare while he glowers at you — an expression you were practically immune to by now. "i can fucking share."

"see?" you scoff. archons, he was so predictable. "must you always win?" 

unbeknownst to you, scaramouche lets that comment slide, distracting himself by rearranging the extra pillows into a line down the middle of the bed, splitting it in half. 

because yes, when it comes to you, he'll always win. he wants — needs — to.

he gets in first, and you follow right after without any semblance of fear. it's something that's bothered him up to this very day and is responsible for the tight feeling in his chest whenever in your orbit that he's yet to name or acknowledge at all.

"stay on your fucking side or i will burn this entire place down," scaramouche warns threateningly.

you don't miss a beat when you answer just as rudely, "then we wouldn't have anywhere else to sleep, you idiot."

both of you lay there in stifling silence for a while, both staring up at the ceiling. neither of you questioned the tsaritsa's orders whenever you were forced to work together — but sleeping was a dangerous and vulnerable position to be caught in even if you were technically on the same side.

and it seemed like both of you was aware of that. 

"thank you," you express quietly, clearing your throat. your words hang heavily above your head, but you carry on. "i wasn't entirely keen on sharing a room with childe. or anyone else, if i'm being truly honest." 

the air shifts ever so slightly, and scaramouche stays silent for three more seconds before he can prevent himself from asking, "because?"

he feels you move to peek at him from the fortress of pillows, and he can nearly imagine the astonishment on your face. as much as he wants to witness it, he keeps his eyes stubbornly trained on the ceiling. 

"oh. well, i'm simply not as comfortable with the others unlike when i'm with you," you reveal easily, lying back down.

a feeling of pride surges in his chest.

"and i'm sorry —" you begin before he cuts you off. 

"it's ... fine," he responds curtly. the phrase felt so foreign on his tongue. dealing with forgiveness was never his specialty. normally, whoever slighted him never lived to see another day to apologize. 

"but are you always this talkative even before you sleep?" he gripes without any real malice to it. 

you let out a small, drowsy laugh, and he finds himself enamored with the sound, instead of being vexed. he doesn't fight the urge anymore and turns his head to look at you. 

he's grateful he did. 

it was the first time he'd seen you laugh, genuinely, without any pretense, and it filled him with another strange, unfamiliar, burst of emotion. 

"only with you," you mumble softly, a small smile playing on your lips. "goodnight, idiot." 

he merely scoffs at your name-calling, not wanting to presume how affectionate it almost sounded. soon, he allows himself to rest, sleeping soundly for the first time in years. 

and neither of you says anything when you both wake up entangled in each other's arms. 

the line of pillows gone, boundaries crossed, and sides long forgotten. 

✦ byeol’s notes: thank you to the lovely nonnie who requested this! i decided to do them all, my way of saying thanks for being so sweet and i loved the idea! and to my other readers, i'll be back to posting regularly — at least, once a week — if life is kind. ♡

i've been catching up on kdramas and manhwas, so you might've noticed that ayato's part is inspired by that one scene in the business proposal and the duke's cursed charm.

✦ reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated! feel free to send any requests in. thank you sm and ily <3