I Love Yous & I Love You Not

— i love you’s & i love you not

IN WHICH YOU, a local florist, unwittingly garner the attention of many while tending to your flowers that seem to be causing you more trouble than you initially bargained for (it’s not too late to leave your work to your helpers, right…?)

OR, you’re just living life with your flowers and helpers when people from varying tropes strut into your quaint shop

INCLUDES : albedo ; ayato ; dainsleif ; diluc ; thoma ; venti ; zhongli

A/N : i have spent a week staring at this draft and trying to write this godforsaken thinhgd reader is gender neutral + no use of pronouns !!

likes & REBLOGS are appreciated if u enjoyed this !! <33

if you were asked to describe your life, you would say it’s something akin to a constant loop:

every morning you wake up; begrudgingly roll off your bed and prepare breakfast; get yourself ready and mentally prepare for the day ahead; open the shop; deal with the mundane passings of life as you attend to the occasional customer seeking out a message in the “language of flowers” (whatever the hell that means. you don’t speak “flower” other than the random pieces of trivia, stemmed from your father’s constant rambling); close the shop and get ready for the night; repeat.

you don’t quite remember when it all first started, but it’s not like it really matters — at the end of the day, you’re a florist. it’s as simple as that. there’s no what if’s, however’s, maybe’s, or anything else that may slot itself somewhere in between; it’s just how it is and how it always will be.

and that routine didn’t change when aether and lumine stumbled into your life a year ago, looking for work experience in a local business that fits the criteria needed in order for them to complete their course. a simple come-and-go, no strings attached.

pretty straightforward, wouldn’t you think? well, that’s certainly what they had.

but what they thought would be a quick two months helping out a (money-grubber) florist here and there turned into one year of part-time employment, and they’re still here helping you out with no signs of stopping.

and you’re fine with that; content, even. they make your dull, repetitive days just a bit more spontaneous — a bit more fun and bearable. especially when it’s during the days where customers roll in much slower, leaving the three of you free to play music that’s out of place in the quaint flower shop, or stuff yourselves with food from local bakeries and takeaways.

(though, you choose to ignore their increasing levels of exasperation directed towards you as each day passes.)

but even so, you’ve never stopped to think about settling down with someone, nor has the idea of even going on a date crossed your mind. you’re simply too preoccupied with your blissfully normal life that you find no reason to worry about potential love affairs. no unnecessary hassles, no one other than yourself to worry about, and certainly no extra mouths to feed — your life had always been simple.

well. until it wasn’t, that is.

— venti : a self-proclaimed busker who’s basically your roommate

you could perfectly describe the busker in one or two words: a menace. he’s a menace to both you and society. but mostly to you.

(aether and lumine can attest to this.)

the first time you met venti was outside your shop in the most literal sense possible.

you were out on a shopping run to buy daily necessities and ingredients for dinner after closing the shop for the day. you don’t really know what you were expecting to come back home to, but someone slumped against the door, shivering and half asleep, was most definitely not it. and, well, you couldn’t ignore him. you had to get through the door somehow, after all, and you weren’t particularly fond of the thought of someone laying half-dead at the shop’s doorstep keeping you up at night.

so, like the good-natured person you are, you allowed him to stay the night on the condition he takes a much needed shower and doesn’t sleep in the same space as you. you have no issue sharing spaces with others, but it just means you have extra work to carry out while running your business.

and when you had the pleasant conversation of:

“are you homeless?”

“why, i am a wanderer! a wanderer of the lands, the air, the streets—”

“so you’re homeless.”

“ehe…”

you ended up letting him stay until he found himself a place of his own.

now. one would think that since you’re providing him a place to stay, free of charge, he would be rather chill and compliant towards you, right?

wrong.

not a single day goes by where you wake up in peace anymore. either late in the night or just before your scheduled awakening happens, he’s always up and bright-eyed singing. continuously. non-stop. not only is he a shower singer (which admittedly you don’t mind since the bathroom acoustics make his voice even more pleasant to the ear), but he’s an everywhere singer. literally. there’s not a single spot in the city his voice hasn’t touched, and your home happens to be the most frequented spot.

he also has a tendency to drink a lot, but you’re not all that bothered either (the barista next door sometimes helps you get venti back on his feet after a particularly long day).

yes, sometimes you may be annoyed at him, but it’s not like you ever mean it. it’s nice to have some change for once, and at that point he’d been living with you for a little over four months (just a couple months before the arrival of the twins).

you don’t think you’ve ever done anything to the point he leaves without notice. or, so you thought.

venti, on the other hand, had felt guilty. guilty for suddenly springing his appearance onto you, guilty for not being able to pay you back, guilty for being a burden (though you would vehemently deny such a thing if he were to bring it up). ever since he saw that red-haired bartender helping you quite frequently, he started to think: perhaps you would be better off without him. and ultimately, he made the decision to leave for a bit to try and clear his head.

so when he comes back to you pacing back and forth in front of the door, he isn’t sure what to do — even more so when you rush over to him in a rush of panic upon setting your sights on him.

“where have you been!? were you safe?! why didn’t you tell me beforehand you would leave for three weeks?!”

he only blinks, unable to process your words. it isn’t until he feels you plop your head on his shoulder, a breathy sigh escaping you, that he snaps out of his stupor.

“do you know how worried i was when i couldn’t find you…”

ah, he thinks, is this what coming back to a home feels like?

(the flowers seemed to smell sweeter than he remembered on that particular night.)

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Title: Back-Handed Proposals.

Pairing: Yandere!Ayato x Reader (Genshin).

Word Count: 1.1k.

TW: Unbalanced Power Dynamics and Attempted Manipulation.

You hated being alone with Ayato.

Most of the time, you could avoid it. There was always something to do in the Kamisato Estate, always a reason to be in the other room, always an excuse to make yourself scarce whenever Ayato mentioned wanting to have a word with you, and if you were lucky, your duties would carry you to another island entirely, another city or another village where Ayato’s influence dwindled and reminders of him were few and far between. Sometimes, you could go hours without so much as seeing him, without feeling his burning stare or having to avoid his wandering hands. Those were the days you enjoyed most. You could so rarely afford to relax as a servant of the Yashiro Commission, even more so as the vassal of such an… affectionate Commissioner, and as reluctant as you would’ve been to admit it aloud, you savored any chance you got to put that much more distance between you and your dear lord.

You’d hoped, foolishly, that today would be one of those days.

Tragically, unsurprisingly, it was not.

At least he was quiet, too preoccupied to hold a steady conversation. From your place on the opposite side of his low chabudai, you could see a few lines of the letter he was reading, the one you’d delivered to him with the tea he had yet to touch. It’d been Thoma’s task, initially, but he'd been busy and you’d made the mistake of mentioning there was a gap in your schedule, if only one a few minutes wide. You’d tried to leave, but Ayato stopped you, asked you to stay, just in case he required a second opinion. As if he ever listened to any voice other than his own. As if he had any interest in attempting to.

After a few minutes, he put the letter down and began to drum his fingertips against the wooden tabletop, mocking thoughtfulness. He waited for you to break the silence, and you oblidged, hissing a polite question out through grit teeth. “Is something wrong, Lord Kamisato?”

“Oh, only the usual matters. Two of the representatives of minor clans within the Tenryou Commission announced their engagement, and unfortunately, we all must pay the price for the couple's happiness.” A slight pause, an absentminded glance in your direction. All of it so clearly calculated, you couldn’t help but fantasize about gauging out his eyes and being done with it altogether. “Have you ever thought about marriage, (Y/n)?”

“Whose would I think about?”

“Your own, preferably.”

Damn him.

“That’s… It’s hard to say, actually.” Ayato liked to present himself as a diplomat, to act as if his tongue was a more effective weapon than any blade or arrow. He treated each exchange as a game to be won, and in your experience, the only way to beat him was to say as little as possible, confess nothing, and escape as soon as you could. Or, better yet, not to play at all. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a reason to.”

He hummed, as if you’d said anything of value. “You should consider it. If not for sentimental purposes, then to tie yourself more closely to the Tri-Commission. There are—” He leaned forward, resting his arms on the chabudai, attempting to catch your eye and biting back a grin when you cast your gaze pointedly downward. “—many eligible partners available within the Kamisato Clan, if you’d like to make our bond more official.”

You took a moment to think, to lower your head and pretend to mull it over. You did your best to put on a small smile, as nervous as it was sincere. If he could present himself as some cunning, aloof trickster, then you could mock innocence, play doe-eyed and sincere until the sweetness turned sickening and he sent you away himself. “I mean, Thoma is very nice,” You started, folding your hands in your lap. “And handsome, too, but that goes unsaid. We do work well together, and I’m sure he’d be very dutiful as a husband, especially when it comes to—”

“Thoma is already very busy. I don’t think he’d have time to attend a wedding right now, as the groom or otherwise.” A forced smile, a tilt of his head. “I was actually thinking of someone a little closer to the heart of the clan. Someone with an established title, and enough status to share.”

You blinked once, twice. “I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean.”

“I just thought that, if we’re going to bother with a wedding,” He said, his tone lilting into something slow, something conspiratorial. “We might as well go through the trouble of getting you married to an actual Kamisato, too.”

You bit the side of your tongue, pursing your lips. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Of course.” An airy chuckle, a new quirk to his smile. “Why would I propose something that did suit my best interests?”

“Well,” You could speak slowly, too. Your smile could be just as unbearble, just as infurating as his. “I suppose I didn’t expect you to give away your sister so easily.”

His amused expression dropped in an instant. He moved to say something, but it was your turn to talk over him, to gush and bubble as your voice turned light and dreamy. “Not that I’m opposed! If I’m being honest, I’ve always been fond of Lady Ayaka. She has such a kind soul, and she’s so brave, too, and her talent with the blade – to be completely honest, my lord, the first time I saw how she handled her sword, I couldn’t help but imagine what her hand might look like wrapped around my—” He went stiff, started to lurched forward, and you paused, letting out a breathy sigh before you went on. “wrapped around my own. I know I shouldn’t have such intimate thoughts concerning my lady, but—”

“I think,” Ayato cut you off, his grin now visibly strained. “that you should take some time to consider our proposal. Perhaps while you finish the rest of your duties, for today.”

You nodded, pushing yourself to your feet and bowing shallowly. Before turning to leave, you took a moment to linger, to clasp your hands together in front of you and meet his eyes, his poorly-hidden glare. “Shall I inform Lady Kamisato of our engagement?”

“You shall not—”

.˳⁺⁎˚ cw use of aphrodisiacs + mention of male penetration. gn reader.

thoma was curious. too curious and now he was regretting it. his figure, now flushed pink and glistening with sweat beads, trembled under your grip. he was bucking his hips into the tips of your fingers as you toy with whatever’s in your reach—thumbing at his reddened almost purpling cock. it was drenched from the swollen tip to his clenching ballsack.

“f-fuck me!” he bawls, fat tears rolling down his swollen cheeks and throat ache from the frog wedged in it. his messy blonde hair sweeps across his forehead and that alone felt like it was too much on his sensitive skin.

and gods, he couldn’t think to save his life. thoma didn’t expect the glass of red wine from his own home, mondstadt would have him jackrabbiting the air like a mad man or leave his entire being lit aflame. the only thing he knows, the only thing the thoma could conjure up is that he needs it. thoma would die without it. his cock was ready for anything. his puffy entrance was too, it twitched with the need to be probed and nicely stretched…

my fic got stolen and put on wattpad

I’ve just been informed that someone’s stolen one of my fics (peaches and cream) and is passing it off as their own - it seems as though I’m not the only author who’s been stolen from, either. if you guys could look through this and recognise any other authors and let them know, that would be great! apparently wattpad only allows the original author to report?

either way, I know the majority of you would NEVER but please don’t plagiarise/repost other people’s fics guys. that shit’s not cool

ayato’s heart swells a bit when he sees the silver band on his ring finger , it glistens underneath the dim light of his lamp , he traces the initial of your name which was printed on it , he chuckles lightly remembering how you had scolded him for doing so, his heart always swells when he sees this silver band glitter underneath the lights.

he remembers it clearly how your eyes turned glassy as tears drop down out of your eyes , you hands hovering over your mouth before you whisper a yes and jumping to hug the male who almost fell back from the force but he himself can’t seem to see clearly as tears roll down of his own.

“papa , your little one wants to meet you.” he hears your voice ring through his office as you slide the shoji door open with a bundle of joy in your arms , who shares the same eyes as yours but his hair , he seems to look more like him but he pushes to you for having such pretty genes.

his heart swells at the sight of you and his little one , he chuckles to hear the gurgles of his child which seems to move in your arms making you laugh before you hand the child to him, “eager to meet me I see.” he looks with wonder in his eyes at his little bundle of happiness.

ayato seems to feel his heart fill with joy as the little baby in his arms reaches out to hold his fingers as a small babble of happiness comes out of the throat of the child , “looks like someone going to be papa’s child more than mama.” you laughed as you cleared his mess of a table.

his heart seems to always become full with love when he sees the silver band on your ring finger glisten, he remembers how these bands of nothingness tie you together but in the end even with this band you’re always going to be his and him yours.

these silver bands hold a meaning to you two even though they are full of nothingness but the bind you together forever with love so pure and his heart swells again when you peck his forehead before leaving him to play with his child.

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The thought of Ayato and Thoma just....sharing a darling? Omg.

Like they both got their eyes on a new servant and they kinda just...maybe keep darling captive in the Kamisato estate...all to themselves. If one doesn't have darling with them then it's the other.

I don't know where I'm going with this lol

Thoma was the one who got you the job in the first place. It was meant to be temporary since one of the servants was on parental leave and they were in need of someone to fill the position. You had been searching for work, occasionally completing odd jobs and commissions here and there so that you could make just enough for a day’s meal. You never liked bringing your problems up with Thoma—even though the two of you were close friends and he made it clear that he’d do anything to help you—but it’s impossible to hide your issues from him any longer. When he offered to put in a good word for you in hopes that they might be interested in hiring you, you gave in and allowed him to vouch for you. Truthfully you weren’t expecting much, so you’re pleasantly surprised when Lord Kamisato himself has Thoma fetch you. 

And after a friendly discussion, Lord Kamisato decides right then and there that you’re worth hiring. It’s definitely a hasty decision (one that has you wondering whether he actually considered it), but you keep your mouth shut. A stable, well-paying job, though temporary, is something you’ve been needing for a while now. Thoma is assigned as your mentor of sorts. He shows you the ropes and tells you all you need to know about being a servant for the Kamisato Clan. The work isn’t difficult. Laborious, sure. But you can handle housework and catering to the whims of those above you. And Thoma’s there to provide a helping hand should you ever need his guidance! It’s a great arrangement.

Thoma has always liked you. From the moment he got a little closer to you through every interaction, he only adored you even more. And since he speaks so admirably of you, citing your trustworthiness and hardworking attitude, Ayato sees no reason to not hire you on the spot. You seem sweet enough and it’s obvious Thoma’s affections towards you are more than simple friendship. He’s thoroughly amused when he witnessed Thoma rush to your aid like a loyal hound, always ready to serve you as if you’re a Kamisato yourself. And since it’s entertaining, he doesn’t mind keeping you around.

Ayato didn’t intend to fall for you, but when he falls he falls hard. It develops in the same fashion a budding flower might grow, gradually at first before morphing into something unrestrained and twisted—thorny vines that wrap around his heart and constrict it. He starts to view you as less of an entertainment and more of a person worth pursuing. Perhaps he’ll choose to keep you employed here permanently. Not only will it please Thoma, but it will allow Ayato to get closer to you behind the scenes.

He works best in the shadows, after all, and since Thoma has always done good work he supposes sharing can be negotiated.