#kiseatories

spoiler for s2 jjk! and this is js some random fic cus i feel like my writing is gonna rot again if i dont make smth ok bye

#dragpath #nanami

sorry for ooc or inconsistency or grammatical errors… im js bored af

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you miss your husband more and more after every waking day.

kento meant a lot to you— maybe too much, even.

the moment you received the news, you could do nothing but sit on the couch and stare at the whiskey he wasn’t able to finish the night before his departure. denial sinks in like sludge, slowly moving down your shoulders in a manner that felt disgusting. you tried your best to wash it off of your skin, but it seemed like it had tattooed itself onto you. every scrub over your weak arms felt painful, scuffing up your skin till it turned red. no hurt could ever equal to what he probably felt in his last moments.

finding out about his death was fairly quick to sink in; learning to get by without your beloved husband was the most excruciating and slow part.

every morning, he spends at least half an hour just cuddling you, basking in your scent and enjoying your presence before forcibly getting by without it for 8 hours. sometimes, you wake up and enjoy the moment with him too. but on other occasions, you stay sound asleep. your soft snores put him in a trance, delighted that you’re all his. he doesn’t mind though, as long as you’re the first part of his routine, he’s ready to start the day.

waking up nowadays feels like dragging around a ball and chain. your feet feel heavier, every move you make is sluggish, and your head can’t escape the thought of having kento away forever. you try to eat, maybe even drink some water, but it feels like there’s a cork in your throat. nothing can get past the black hole engulfing your appetite everyday.

ever since he left, you’ve never moved the glass of whiskey on your wooden table. all watered down, luke-warm, aromatic. you stare at the cup for hours at a time, barely even noticing that time flies by. you cant bear to pick it up either. it was the last thing your husband had touched before he faded away in the glimpse of an eye.

the night before he left, he mentioned how much he would miss you on his trip. constantly fighting and saving civilians would tire him out, and all he wanted to do was curl up in your arms till both of you fell asleep. you giggle, telling him that his fantasies will come true once he’d finished the job. you assure him, caressing his cheeks before leaning in for a kiss. you let go and he smirks as you fix his hair.

the glass remains unmoved, untouched, unable to be finished by the one who intended to drown out his worries behind the taste of oak and vanilla.

he would usually sit in his designated seat with a book in hand and alcohol on the table. you always found it endearing that kento had such a side to him despite his intimidating demeanor at work. you often wonder if he ever truly had that side to him, or did you bring out that side of him when you two fell in love.

either way, he’s on the other side now, just watching over you and admiring you from above.

kento uses his angelic capabilities to follow you around the house, seeing what you’re up to now that he’s gone. he sees you try to finish a cup of water, though you barely do before you’re coughing up. he winces, knowing that he was the one who constantly motivated you to stay hydrated throughout the day. he watches you rummage through the fridge only to close it in disappointment. he’s hurting seeing his wife in such a dreadful state. you used to love eating, especially with your husband right across from you. now, you cant even finish a plate of food.

one of the things that hurt kento most is when you sat alone at the table, doing whatever you could do just to get by. he imagined how many holidays and birthdays you guys had spent at that old piece of wood. your birthdays, anniversaries, christmases, valentines’. his brows furrowed at the thought of you having to spend those days all alone.

at night, he pats you to sleep, his still soul lays beside his hurting, sobbing wife. he hushes you to slumber, his heart unable to fathom the fact you’re crying by yourself and he can’t come to comfort you. he can only do so much as a ghost— even though he wishes he could do so much more.

it was truly tough trying to settle in yourself that you’d never see the little things your husband used to do for you ever again.

the morning hugs, the compliments about how beautiful you are, the way he covered any sharp corner with his hand when you’d duck under, the assurance that he’s only yours through and through, the smiles in every photo, the constant reminder of how grateful he is to have you for life. but little did he know, he had so little life left.

deep down in his heart, he’s grateful for what had happened to him. not only has he fulfilled his duty as a sorcerer, but his entire being fills with fear as he doubts that you’d still love him if ever he did survive. his burned skin contrasted heavily to his original tone, creating a perfect divide down the middle. he was afraid that if you saw him enter through the front door, you’d take a step back from disgust. you always complimented him, how he’s so handsome and you’re the luckiest in the world. what compliment would you give him now that he’s “ugly”? what kind of person would love a man who looked like him?

this didn’t matter to you though. even if you didn’t know it, the universe had set that in stone for you. you would have loved your husband despite his change in appearance, and you’d even be so proud of how brave he is for fighting against the pain and suffering he faced on the battlefield. you never saw what he looked like before he died, let alone after. all you can do is imagine how hurt he must have been, yet delighted that he was still able to kiss you goodbye before leaving.

you still try your best to get by everyday, your efforts inching closer to an adequate amount to get yourself going. you try your best to remind yourself that that is what kento would want: keep moving and dont be held back by what you cannot change.

be strong and never stop loving yourself for him.

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i hope this tickled ur feathers…

nanami is never ugly to me ☹️ hes the strongest man in the world! i miss him everyday he is gone and i wish he could’ve experienced his beach fantasies even once. long live the blonde king of the jungle

omg hello tumblr imy,,, in my new phase and probs js using this to store random fics… anw #toji #jjk

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“toji, pleassee?” you beg, eyes big and round like a puppy asking for a treat. he just eyes you up and down before diverting his attention back to the berries he was crushing for his morning yogurt.

“please! all my friends have dates and i’m the only one without one. im gonna look like a loser.” you plead again. toji remains unmoved by your request, resolute on his disinterest in partying with random people in a public setting.

“what are you gonna dress up as, anyway? another bimbo from one of your freak fantasy movies?” he retorts, earning a big pout from you.

“no… i was thinking we could go as, you know, a cat and a dog?” “wow, doll. come back to me when you have something more original, m‘kay?” he laughs, finding your idea pathetic. you’re pissed off. you hate how he insulted your unique costume idea last year, so much so that you vowed yourself to wear something more normal this halloween.

you plop down on the couch in deep thought. you don’t want to go as anything else, though. you’ve already bought your accessories online. maybe even his too. so you just sit in desperate silence, no thoughts entering your head but pure annoyance at his mean comments. he notices it too. he glances over his shoulder to see what you were doing, being all silent like that. he puts down his spoon and walks over.

“have you thought of a new costume?” he asks, placing himself beside you, the couch dipping where he is. you slightly lift up because of the difference of your weight. “no, toji. that’s all i have. and i dont even have anyone to go with!” you exclaim, finally picking up your phone. he watches your face that displays furrowed brows and a frown. he smirks at your expression. he finds it cute; how youre so persistent on him going with you.

you scroll through your contacts, finding someone you could ask to the party. all your girl friends have dates, and youre the last woman standing. toji just has his arm laid out on the headrest, the tips of his calloused fingers lightly grazing your bare shoulder, and hes spelling out his name on you. you being oblivious, of course, you dont notice. he has you in a metaphorical headlock, but you dont know it.

his rough skin complements your soft, smooth complexion. he finds it endearing that even though you two have completely different features and personalities, you mix together just right.

after a few minutes of silence, toji gets up and goes back to mixing whatever he was making in the kitchen. “oh! ill just invite gojo! that guy’s always down for a party.” you blurt out, maybe a bit too loud. the name rings unbearably in toji’s ear. really? out of all the good guys out there, you decided to go for that fucker? he’s pissed, nearly bending the spoon in half with just his thumb. veins appear on his temple, and the urge to shout at you rises from his belly, up to his throat.

“no, you can’t go with gojo.” he counters. he tries to hide his frustration as much as he can cause he knows he has no right to tell you who you can and can’t go with. but he thinks this is payment for protecting you when you’re outside together. by “protecting”, he means standing over you with a demeaning grin, your body engulfed in his shadow.

“and who are you to dictate who i cant go with, huh?” you snark. “‘cus he’s fucked so many pussies, you could tell his cock is all floppy, y’know?” he laughs, the yogurt barely spilling out of the bowl from how angry he’s mixing.

“well, i don’t care about his cock. i dont want it. all i want is someone to go with to the party.” you sulk. deep wrinkles settle in between his thick brows, knuckles turning a pristine white as he swings the fridge open and slams it closed.

“angry much?” “you’re not going with gojo, doll.” “and who are you to dictate me around?” you argue with each other like you’ve been married for years. “you always do this, toji! you’re not my dad, let alone my boyfriend! im messaging gojo right now.” “as if he’ll reply to you?” he responds, nearly shouting, the anger bubbling rapidly in his mouth like he’s got rabies. “yeah, cause hes my friend!” “you think he approached you cause he wants to be friends? he only approached you cause he wants to fuck you. that’s all there is to that. and you’re too fucking dumb to see through it.”

your push each other’s buttons for fun sometimes, but not like this. your words feel like knives against each others skin, racing to see who’s blood drops first. and in the end, you bled out faster.

“you brat.” “i hate you, toji! who says i have to follow you anyway?!” you storm off to your room, slamming the door heavily behind you.

he stands in silence as he watches your aura fade away, spoon still in hand. how is he still mixing his dumb yogurt?!

you were never really romantic with toji. your everyday interactions always felt more like a hangout than a date. you cook, wash the dishes, and do the laundry; he folds the said laundry, cleans, and repairs any structural damage around the place. when you’re out having dates with your friends, he cant help but deny that he does indeed miss your warm presence. your perfume fills up his lungs, sending signals rapidly to his brain as if you were a drug.

you, on the other hand, accept that you do miss toji fushigiro when he goes out. you’re not embarrassed to admit it to him, especially when he’s squeezing his gigantic feet into his loafers for his date.

directly messing with each other’s dating life was something neither of you did. what you guys did do though, is discuss the date over a light breakfast the following day. someone will lay out the pros and cons, and both of you will come to a decision if the date was worth seeing again. none of your dates passes toji’s standards, and only 1 date of his passed yours.

a few splashes of yogurt are scattered on the marble counter, a direct result of toji’s lack of anger management skills. he scoffs at what had just happened. the words you threw, the doors you’ve slammed. it felt like a blur in his head, a memory he already wanted to erase before it even fully registered.

a pit opens up in his stomach, a black hole sucking up the anger and leaving a puddle of guilt. he knew to himself he had no right to shout at you like that, especially because he had already upset you by denying your invite. he didn’t want to hurt his roomie, but he didnt want to hurt his pride either. he paces around the kitchen— even reaching the living room— deciding whether he’ll say sorry or not.

“fuck this.” he whispers, mad at the fact he has to apologize, and mad at the fact he spoke like that to you. he sheepishly walks over to your door, feet nearly dragging from how sluggish he’s moving. knock knock knock.

“doll, i’m sorry for speaking to you like that. i-i didn’t mean it. you can go with gojo, but who am i to say that? right? so you should go with him. i’m sorry..” he apologizes, nervously even. he only hears silence for a while before you crack open the door a few inches, peeking up at him.

“what did you say, toji?” you whisper, your tone revealing that you’re still pissed off. “i said im sorry. i didnt mean to speak to you like that and i dont have the right to restrict you from going out with who you want to go with.” he repeats, voice even more shy this time. “i’ve just been hearing things about him, and…none of them are good. i dont want you getting hurt, doll.”. he admits, “you know how we are.”

you close the door in his face, a more gentle meaning behind it this time. he holds his breath anxiously, worried you’ll reject his apology and he’ll have to keep doing it over and over again.

the door finally creeks open and you plop right into his chest. he expected you to be tougher, but there you were, face in between his pecs.

you cry loud—too loud. his hands immediately began rubbing your back as if it was an automatic instinct he downloaded upon birth. he thinks you’re crying because of what he said, until you spoke. “no one wants to go out with me! im the only one without a date and im gonna be so alone and embarrassed. “ your voice vibrates against his chest, its sound waves even touches his heart a bit. before he can even comfort you, you’re already sobbing again. “and i don’t even want to ask gojo out anymore because he probably has a date already and he wouldn’t want to go out with someone like me!”. the last comment you dropped irked toji a little more than he’d like. though, he was a little relieved he wasn’t nt the only cause of your frustration.

“stop crying already.” he starts, grabbing your face by the chin and moving your face off his chest. his large hands wipe the tears off of your cheeks. “look at me, beautiful.” you look up at him, eyes all glossy from the tears you had just wept into your pillow.

“i’ll come with you, that’ll cheer ‘ya up?” he smiles, delighted that he got to make his girl happy, even if it was at the expense of his. your eyes light up at his words. “you only ‘sulked’ ‘cause you wanted to guilt trip me, didn’t ‘ya?” he teases, earning a light smack from you.

out of happiness, you give him a tight hug, arms wrapping around his torso. your hug seemed a little bit tighter than usual, a bit more sentimental too. and that doesnt go unnoticed by mr. fushigiro.

day by day, your matching outfits start arriving at the door step. headbands with furry ears arrive on Monday, cotton tails on Tuesday.

halloween finally rolls around and you’re both getting ready. a small worry sits in your gut for some reason, but you decide to ignore it. you sit in your room for hours, fixing up your hair and applying an adequate amount of makeup. from your room, you hear the coffee maker making its usual noises, the fridge opening and closing from time to time. you assume toji’s done getting ready. already?

you step out of your room, finally all dolled up and ready to party like there’s no tomorrow. his back faces you as he’s making another concoction in the kitchen.

“you ready, puppy dog?” you tease him, your sweet voice makes him turn around to face you. he eyes you up and down like you’re some sort of grand prize for being the cockiest, yet most loving, roommate. he leans on the counter, arms crossed, and a smirk sprawled across his face. your cute ears and tail add points to the charm of your large smile, he thinks. the makeup on your face only making you look cuter than before.

it takes you a second to realize he’s… shirtless?

“toji, where’s your shirt?’ you ask, looking around if he’s placed it down. “you didn’t give me one?” he responds, just as confused as you are. you both start looking around the place, checking under pillows and furniture. your dress was definitely too short for this activity, your bright coloured underwear nearly waving at toji to take a peek at what’s under the dress. he tries his best to ignore and look away from it though, but he’s only so strong so he lets himself indulge in a few looks.

“you didn’t really hand me anything, kitty.” he complains with a side of mockery. you sigh out loud when you realize it: this is what was sitting in your gut! you forgot to buy him a shirt for his costume. “shit, sorry toji. i forgot. i feel bad now. i made such a fuss over bringing you with me and i didn’t even prepare your costume properly. “ you frown, shoulders slouching, making you truly look like a kitty in defeat.

he just giggles before reaching his hand out “its alright, kitty. just give me a twirl and its made up for.” you hurriedly walk to him, heels clicking on the tile. he twirls you, hand-in-hand, observing every detail of your costume and every crevice of your body that he so badly wants to be his.

“you really wore bright pink underwear, huh?” he teases, pulling your waist close to his. you scoff and lightly hit his bare chest, making you a little flushed. “and why were you looking, puppy?” you say, grabbing the collar on his neck, making him choke a bit.

your faces were closer than they’ve ever been before, the tension growing thicker by each blink you exchange. you stare into each other’s eyes in silence, realizing this moment was a once in a lifetime opportunity for something new to flourish.

he pulls you in, your lips colliding in a fluid motion. you clasp your hands behind his neck, nearly tip-toeing at the big height difference. his hands snake down your bare back and ending up on your ass, even giving it a tight, loving squeeze. shit, he’s been wanting to do that for so long.

you moan in response, your tongues sliding against each other. his grasp gets needier by the millisecond. you werent complaining though; you really liked how bad he wanted you. you let go from his kiss to catch your breath and stop whatever was happening from escalating too far and before both your costumes are ruined.

he pants, pouting at why you let go. “baby, we have a party to get to. let’s continue this later, ‘kay?” you ask, running your hands down his bare chest, heaving from excitement. “mmhm.. yess, kittenn.” he whimpers, eyes still lingering around tour body. “let’s go?” his eyebrows raised. you nod feverishly, ready to rock your kitten heels and fawn over your gigantic puppy for a night you will definitely remember.

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note: pretend guizhong was zhonglis old gf here 🙄 🙄  AAAHAHHAHAHA OKAY HERE WE GO (also might be ooc zhongli !!??!??!)

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"I bet you loved me cause I reminded you of her, didn't you?" You cried out of anger and sadness.

"You don't care about what I actually feel. You don't care about how I loved you. You don't care about me." You continued.

"No!" He replied. Tears running down both of your faces.

"I know what you told them. I know what you told Childe and Ganyu. Why would you drag them into this? Into our problem!" You wanted to slap him across the face so fucking bad at that point, but sympathy stopped you.

"I didn't tell them anything-!" Zhongli was immediately cut off.

"You told them you still love her." You looked down at the floor with a vase in your hand, about to drop and break it.

Your relationship with Zhongli before this problem was absolutely perfect. You had an amazing home, with one dog and a cat. You two even had a good sex schedule. You had been together for years. He had a previous lover, Guizhong. He had told you she died. That's why he had to move on from her. You were never mad at him for thinking and talking about her, since you knew she was gone. But these days, it's bothered you even more and more. He mentioned her more, he talked about her more, and he spent less time with you. Like, less less to the point he had not spent at least more than 8 hours with you on a free schedule. He spent his time talking to his and your friends about her. He spent his time outside at the places they went to together. You noticed that he,, seems far from you. You feel like he's not interested anymore. You've been feeling this for a few months now.

"Why would you do that to me? Why would you play with my feelings like that?" You sniffled.

"I.. I didn't do anything wrong." He stuttered, afraid you would hurt yourself if he stepped closer.

"Really? You didn't do anything wrong, huh?"

"You don't think it hurt me that you talked about her to other people, saying that you miss her touch? You miss her scent, her smile, her lips." You spoke in a calm voice which scared him.

"You dated me cause I reminded you of her, didn't you? You felt like I was the perfect replacement for her." You continued.

"No! I dated you cause I loved you. I dated you cause I loved you for who you are. Not because you reminded me of her. I talk a lot about her is cause,, she's like you-!" Zhongli tried to excuse himself.

"She's like me?" You repeated to him.

"Y-Yeah!" He replied.

"That's not what Ganyu said. That's not what Childe said. They told me that you said you wanted Guizhong back. You wanted her to hug you, to kiss you, to fuck you."

"That far, Zhongli? You want to go that far?" You dropped the vase, scaring him.

"I loved you. I took care of you. I wanted to live my life with you."

He was silent. For fucks sake. He finally realized what he had done. Wait.

" Fine. I admit. I still love her. "

"What the fuck?!" You took the thing closest to you, and broke it. In this case, it was his favorite photo of you and him he had in a frame.

He looked at the broken frame and ripped picture. He knelt down and tried to mend it, only to feel something wet on the top of his head. You had gotten a cut from the glass, and it was deep. He saw it and panicked.

"A-Are you alright?"

"Get away from me."

"No! You clearly-" He helped himself up, going closer to you.

"Get away! I don't care if you want to help me. You've made me feel ruined and bad enough. You still love her. You still want her. Then go to her! Go run to her fucking grave and cry on the grass. I don't care if she did nothing to me, but you did. You ruined my life because of her. You ruined everything I had because of her! You even ruined my friendships. My life. " He was backing away from his current position.

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HEJIKOPL THE OTHER ONE GOT SO MUCH ATTENTION I FEEL SO PRESSURED TO GET THIS ONE DONE AND MAKE IT GOOD 😭😭 PLS SAVE ME

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"Get the fuck out." "W-What?" "Get out!" You screamed, pointing to the door of your shared home. Small drops of blood splattering every where. For the first time in your "relationship", he had been asked to get out and leave. "What about us? Are we still-" Zhongli spoke up. "After everything you did to me, you expect me to still want you back? Hah, funny." You scoffed at his pathetic question. "God, do I just want to rip your face off and show everyone you're nothing but a bitch. A bitch wanting his lovely little ex back, only running into somebody else's arms just to let time pass." You took another glass piece and broke it. "Stop breaking things!" He was mad. "Oh? Now you're mad?" You didn't want to turn this into a full fight, but it was hard to not. "Zhongli, I gave you chances. I gave you hope for us. And this is how you treat me?" "I loved you." Zhongli was, of course, trying to calm you down and talk his way through your forgiveness. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for what I did to you. I'm sorry-" "You always say sorry but you never mean it. You always use your words to talk your way into my arms. Into my embrace. Into my forgiveness. Cause you're the biggest, most fucked up asshole there is." You felt angry yet sad. "I tried, Zhongli. I really fucking tried." The look he gave you looked like he finally had some sympathy. He finally understood what you had meant by "I tried". In reality, he did somehow try too. He tried to love you, to care for you, and to cherish you. But he just couldn't do it. "Goodbye. I can't do this anymore." You took your coat and bag, walking towards the door. "Wait-" He tried to stop you. "There's nothing worth stopping for anymore, Zhongli. It's over. It's all gone." were the last things you said before leaving and shutting the door in his face. He cried, heart full of sorrow and despair. He finally realized what he had done. He had lost you for good. There was no chance that you would run back into his arms like he ran into yours in the beginning. All the love and time you spent together down the drain. "What do I do now?" ------------------------------ timeskip a year later ! You were finally living a free life. You didn't regret breaking up with him and losing your long "loving" relationship. You loved traveling and reading books. But your most loved thing to do was write about what you had learned. You posted a blog on the internet, which went viral and now various people follow you.

"Zhongli? Hah, funny you mention him again. I don't regret breaking up with him, but I would love to thank him for some reason. He helped me grow and learn. Even if the expense of learning those lessons were, well, expensive." He, meanwhile, was still living in your shared home. In the first 3 months of your break up, he was depressed. He was also learning himself. What he had done, what you had said and done. He was still hurt. He could let go of everything you had. Your bedsheets that smelled like you, your pillowcases, your collection of books. But one thing he couldn't let go was the photo of you and him, standing on the beach with your cat and dog. He knew deep inside that he was genuinely happy at that moment. He knew he couldn't get you back, but thinking and missing you was enough for him.

You both had different endings. You ended up fully healed and happy with your new life. He, on the other hand, was still learning and healing. But no matter how much you love a person, don't forget to leave some for yourself. For loving somebody too much can hurt both of you.

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hi oh also i made ayato a villain MUWHAHAHHAHAHA

(fem reader!)

Your wedding is grand and gorgeous. It's picture-perfect, movie-like, and happily expected by the Inazuma residents. You look at the view in front of you, the most gorgeous place in the whole Teyvat. From mountains to villages, from forests to the ocean. Everything was perfect, how could you be so upset on the biggest day of your life?

You were getting married to a "kind-hearted", family-oriented, and helpful man. What else could you ask for? All those ladies, wishing and praying that it was them who was getting married to your future husband. He was praised by all the land.

"Madam, you have a guest." A lady helper says as she asks for your approval. "Let them in" You silently speak, energy lost. She nods, letting the guest in.

It's him.

"Thoma!" Your eyes widen, running toward the man in front of you. He smiles, opening his arms, ready to embrace your hug. He picks you up and twirls you around.

"I missed you, so much." You smile at him, tears ready to appear. "Why aren't you dressed? You should get ready, it's starting soon!" You rub his arms. "I-I... I'm not attending." He says, visibly upset.

"Why?" "I'm leaving" "Where are you going?" "Home."

You breathe deeply. "Why can't you stay, just for a little while? Just until the wedding's over and I can bring you to the dock. Just for a final goodbye!" You hurriedly suggest. He's avoiding eye contact, and you can tell he's trying his best not to cry. Not on your big day. He would never ruin a day this big, especially if it's yours.

"I-... I can't. I have to go, now. This is the last boat that's going back to Mondstadt." He insists, but you still try your best. "Then you can leave after the wedding! It's just a few hours long, waiting isn't that hard!" You whine out.

"Please, {name}. I have to." He takes your hands, nearly begging for this misunderstanding to end. "W-Why are you leaving?" you ask him, shaking softly.

"He wants me gone." He spoke, tears running down his pink cheeks. "Who?" "Ayato".

What?

You couldn't believe it. Your future husband, wanting your best friend gone? "Why?!" You nearly shout in disbelief. "He says we're too close, and that I'm going to ruin the marriage. He wants me gone from your life. The other commissions thought so too." He mumbled, a complete utter breakdown waiting to happen.

But-? He's the most trusted housekeeper of the Kamisato Clan and Yashiro Commission! How dare they kick him out?! You never wanted to marry Ayato in the first place, you were just there to "show support to his family". Even Ayaka knew what this "marriage" really was. But without Ayato by your side, you were nothing but a moraless woman who'd achieve nothing in life. You knew Ayato would never let you leave Inazuma, for the fear of his own reputation being ruined. Arrange marriages were the worst for you, but you couldn't go against it. You knew you'd spend your last living days just looking out the window of the estate, wishing you could change all those wrong things you did before.

You loved Thoma with all your heart, and you were off better with him by your side. Not as a lover, but as a best friend, a part of your family, and a shoulder you could cry on.

He blinked slowly as his eyes were drenched with tears and his head hanging lowly. "I'm sorry, Thoma. I never-" He cut you off before you could fully finish. "Don't worry, it's not your fault." You cry in his arms.

"Remember to take care of yourself, okay? Take care of Ayato and Ayaka too. They'll be your family now." He smiled like nothing had happened. You cried even harder. You were unable to deny his wishes so you complied. A nod is what you gave him before speaking some of the final words of your relationship with him.

"I will, Thoma, I will."

He touched his forehead with yours, tears running down your faces like the leaves outside your balcony. They're falling smoothly, the wind caressing each side letting out a quiet whistle.

"I love you." "I love you too."

He separated the bond between you two and walked toward the door of your room. He looked back before you ran to hug him one last time. He kissed your forehead before fully exiting the room and disappearing into the vast world you were never allowed to enter.

SOME GODSENT ANGEL REQUESTED THIS AND I AM ROLLIING ON MY BED THIS IS SO CUTE 😩😩 also u wont believe but this is the 9TH DRAFT OF THIS MONTH . anyway I DONT KNOW ANYTING ABOUT MAFIA SO IF THAT ONE ANONYMOUS PERSON IS PART OF SOME MAFIA PLEASE DONT HURT MY FAMILY 😭

also mentions: guns and blood and all that stuff so please don't read if sensitive to those stuff!

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"You did what?" Childe was pissed. How could a fatui, well and hard trained fighters, mess up this bad?

"I didn't mean it boss! I-!" A fatui spoke before a loud gun shot echoed through-out the large room.

"This fucker. " Childe scoffed as he picked up he body of the now dead fatui, laying on the floor still attached to the chair. He was gripping onto the scalp of the poor boy so hard, it looked like it was about to rip off.

"Hey, you didn't have to do that.." Another fatui worker broke the silence, slowly approaching Childe.

He quickly pulled the gun out again and pointed it to the worker's head.

"Take a step closer and you're next." He threatened. "Oh.. okay, Boss..." The terrified fatui stepped away slowly as Childe picked up the body and started shooting it even more. "Fuck!" Childe screamed as he threw the gun on the dead body covered in bullet holes and blood.

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Time skip 4 hours into the future !

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"Darling, I'm home" Childe sighed as the opened the door and immediately sat on the couch.

"Ah, ah, ah! Remember the rule we have! Go get changed and then you can sit and lay around. " You hurried as he stood up.

"Fine, fine! You're lucky I love you. If I didn't, I'd blow your head off." He teased.

"We all remember the last time you joked about that, don't we?" You looked over your shoulder to see him picking up his stuff.

"No, I don't" He annoyingly responded. He absolutely knew what happened last time. He joked about blowing your head off if he didn't love you, which ended him sleeping on the couch for 3 nights straight.

"Just get changed. I'll finish up your food." You laughed at him as he entered your bedroom.

A few minutes pass and he finally steps out in his usual home clothes. His hair was all wet and he smelled like mint.

"Wow. You smell great." You spoke in awe as you took off your apron and sat at the dining area.

"Thanks. It's the one you got me, actually." He smiled.

"Isn't it expired? I bought that when we got home from our honeymoon." You asked, handing him chopsticks only to remember his inability to use them. So you take it back and offer him a spoon and fork instead.

"I'll... have to check on that.." He trailed off.

You both finished eating and he said he would do the dishes. You didn't complain and dropped yourself on the couch. After Childe had finished washing the dishes, he walked into the living room, where you were laying. "Come, sit" You spoke as you sat down and pat the seat beside you.

"So, how was work? I noticed you don't seem like yourself. You're usually clingy when you get home. Aaannd usually fall asleep as soon as you fall onto the bed. What's wrong? Is something bothering you?" You asked, taking his hand. "You can talk to me, you know that right? I'm your wife, so don't be ashamed or worried. I'll listen and try my best to understand.".

"Well.. A worker from work just fucked something up. Like, really bad." He responded as he fiddled with your fingers.

"What did they do?"

"He 'accidentally' caused some big fucking fight causing the police to have suspicions related to us." He scoffed, annoyed just by thinking about it.

"What did you do to him...?" You got worried. This isn't the first time Childe got pissed and hurt someone badly.

"I just blew his head off." He laughed, proud of himself.

"WHAT?!" You screamed in disbelief.

"Don't worry about him, love. I told the other guys to just say he got run over or something. The fish in the river will eat his corpse. It's all fine." He continued, still somehow proud of what he did.

"I don't care if his body gets found or not. We had a rule about this! And you promised that you wouldn't break it anymore!" You stood up in anger.

"Don't worry! I told you!" He answered back.

"Don't talk to me. I'll be waiting for your apology in the room. Don't even think about bribing me. I promise you, it won't work." You angrily stomped to your room.

"Wait, no! I'm sorry, okay?" He stood up, following you. As soon as he caught up with you, he grabbed your arm.

"I don't think I'm the one you're supposed to say sorry to. Tomorrow, we're cancelling our dinner and spending the day with the fatui." You sternly said. "And I am not accepting no for an answer."

"But-! I spend the whole day with them already! I had stuff planned for tomorrow!" He complained like a little child(e).

"Maybe you should've thought of the consequences before doing it. Well, my decision is final." You replied.

"W-Who's money are you gonna use, huh? Mine? Pfft!" He laughed.

"Hah, not a chance. I'm not that dependent on you, ya know? I have my own money and I'm deciding to use it on the fatui." You smirked.

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timeskip to night bed time

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"Hey, darling?" Childe shyly asked as he pat your shoulder to wake you up.

"Hm? What is it?" You said with a groggy voice.

"I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to have such a bad temper. I'm sorry for complaining. You're right, I should apologize." He pouted, finally feeling guilty of what he had done.

"Don't worry, love. Tomorrow, wake up bright and early so we can prepare. I promise it'll be fun. Good night." You kissed him goodnight and you fell asleep in each other's arms.

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hi guys its me again 💋

i altered it a bit bc i just went w the flow !!

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Diluc always loved how your relationship went. It wasn't perfect, of course, but it was good as it was. Every time you had a quarrel, it would be quickly fixed with a bit of communication and it would all be over. But recently, Diluc had felt like there was no spark anymore. Conversations would be short and dry, sex was dull and contained no pleasure, and every time one of you felt bad, you couldn't run into the other's arms for protection and support. Everything had changed a lot ever since you guys started first dating.

Diluc, being a gentleman, always looked for a time where he could tell you that your relationship had nothing anymore. It felt like you two were strangers.

You would come home from work at around 3 pm, a time where Diluc would sit by the couch near the window and just think about where his life is now.

"Hey, b-..Diluc. I'm home." You entered the home and put your bag on a seat.

"Welcome home." He mumbled. You looked at him and sighed. "Something wrong?" You asked him from behind the counter, preparing a glass of water for yourself. He was shocked you'd ask. You didn't usually ask him questions like that.

"Yeah.." He replied. "Come here then, talk to me."

You and him sat down at the dining area. Nobody spoke for a few minutes, both of you looking awkward and uncomfortable. You were getting tired, so you started the conversation.

"What's wrong?" "us"

His crimson red eyes look into yours, feeling deep emotion. You knew at that moment it was all over for the both of you. For your relationship, for your friendship, for everything you had with him.

Both of you looked gloomy as silence filled the room again.

"It's me isn't it?" "Never."

Diluc took his hand out to comfort yours, which worked well. You looked at him, tears forming in both of your eyes.

"I just... think we need a break." His soft, big hands squeezing yours, showing he meant no harm. "I-... I understand." You quietly spoke.

"You don't feel a spark anymore." You continued, which surprised Diluc. "I do too." Blush spreading across his face.

"We were in love at first. We moved too fast and now, it's all gone. But know, Diluc, I really loved you. A lot. At the first months of our relationship, I couldn't comprehend the amount of love I had for you. And in a few months, it's like the flame's been blown out." You spoke, trying your best to curl your lips into a comforting smile.

He looked deeply into your eyes and smiled, like he had felt the same way you did.

"A-Are you okay with-?" "I'm okay with it."

"I guess this is it" Diluc squeezed your hand one last time. Your tears rolling down your face uncontrollably. "I love you, Diluc. Thank you" You smiled at him, pulling him in for one last kiss.

"May I?", he nods with a smile.

Compared to all your recent kisses, this one was filled with love. It was deep, but not enough to feel sexual. You let go after a few seconds, putting your arms down.

"Thank you, {name}." Diluc smiled at you before taking his coat and leaving. You slowly sat down as realization had finally sunk in.

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time skip 1 year !

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You had found a new job at a restaurant. Meanwhile, Diluc still worked at Angel's Share. You two weren't on bad terms, so every time you two had eye contact in public, you would wave and smile at each other. No ill or romantic intent, just a friendly gesture to show you have no problem. Sometimes you guys would hang out, since Kaeya and Venti were always really nice to you. And you know them, they love to drink. If she wasn't in a bad mood, Rosaria would come hang around too.

In the end, both you and Diluc got what you both wanted. A happy free life surrounded by the people you love and adore. You never had any problems with each other, and sometimes, if you two were alone, you would update each other with your lives and what's been happening. "Thank you, Diluc." "Thank you as well."

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notes: this is a fem reader story. reader has a sister named Emma. This is a story inspired by Eliza Schuyler/Hamilton and Alexander Hamilton's love story (the musical made me think a lot h) also contains swearing!

your pov !

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"yOO!" Itto shouted as he entered the mid-silenced ballroom.

I turn around in curiosity.

Jesus Christ, he was hot.

I want him all to myself. I usually don't give in to these kinds of offers from the universe, but this opportunity is too good to pass by.

I approach him, hands trembling. My father always tells me I'm graceful in my acts. My heels clank on the floor, making a slight tick sound. I've been an extrovert all my life. Being the eldest sister, I have to make sure that I, and my siblings, have a secured future.

I'm behind him. "Hey, someone's behind you." His friend says. He turns around.

His smile is golden. Eyes of crimson staring into my soul.

"Hello, beautiful." He greets me with a smile. I can feel myself starting to turn red.

Stop

I must compose myself.

"Hello, Mister. Nice to meet you. My name is {name} {last name}."

"I'm Arataki Itto. Ever heard of the Arataki gang?"

"My! It's a really famous topic around here!"

"Really?"

"No."

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God, he's funny. He knows how to make me laugh. He also mentions he's poor. What would Father think of this? Would he think I'm a disgrace by loving a poor boy? I don't know, and I don't want to know.

"So, you collect....beetles?" I asked him. I was still in shock that the said beetles doesn't harm him.

"I do collect beetles! They don't harm me, don't worry!" He spoke up, followed by a laugh. He's so cute. His lips look tasty. His red horns are the hottest thing I've seen.

"Hey, look. Someone's looking toward us. Jealous maybe?" He laughed. His soothing voice snapped me out of my trance.

oh..

Emma is staring at us with sparkles in her eyes. Is she staring at me? No. She's staring at him. I panic. Do I have to hand him over? Please, I don't want to do it. He's smiling widely as she stares at him in awe. Please. God, no. She gestures me to go to her. I walk toward her, heart pounding.

"{name}.." She whispers to me as she clings onto my arm.

"Yes, Emma?" I asked her, terrified.

"I-, uh. The guy you're talking to. He's amazing. He's so cute. I-I want him. Can you help me, please?" She begged.

I sighed. I didn't know what to say. I wasn't ready to hand him over. I still haven't gotten my time with him yet. I loved him. I wanted him all to myself so fucking bad. What would she think of me if I declined? Would she think I'm a selfish sister for putting myself first? Would she think that I was a slut begging to be fucked? I didn't know what to respond with. I kept on looking everywhere besides her deep brown eyes. She waited patiently, Itto talking faintly behind.

"Alright" I look back up at her. What have I done? I loved my sister too much. I knew that if I chose him over her happiness, I'd be the worst sister ever. I wasn't sure of my decision, but seeing her eyes light up at my response made me feel a bit better.

Her smile went from ear to ear. The tips going pink due to the cold weather.

I walk over to Itto who is chatting to his friends about something. I tap him lightly on the shoulder. He turns around. I see a slight blush painted across his face.

"Been drinking?" I ask him with a smirk.

"You know it!" He responds. His eyes shimmering. He's so beautiful. I unconsciously start staring at him.

"Done staring, gorgeous?" I blush at the nickname he gave me.

"Y-Yes." I speak up. He giggles at me. I'd break every single law just to be with this man. Hell, he's breaking all the laws by being this hot.

"I'd like to introduce you to somebody." I look at his eyes with a soft smile, trying to make him feel comfortable around my presence.

"Alright! Lead the way." I slightly nod, turning around and making my way to Emma who is holding a cup of something in her right hand, and tucking her loose hair with her left. I look at Itto who is standing beside me. His eyes seem,, normal. I sigh in my head. He isn't falling for Emma! Maybe he thinks she isn't pretty! Or she's boring and ug-!

Stop

Why am I thinking such things? Especially since she's my sister! I slightly shake my head trying to make the rude thoughts go away. I shake it ever so slightly that Itto wouldn't notice.

We arrive at the table Emma is sitting at. I tap her lightly on the shoulder. She turns around and her eyes immediately glue onto his. She's turning red like a fucking tomato. Itto smiles at her. I feel sick. I slightly hit him with my elbow, gesturing him to introduce himself.

"O-Oh! Right!" He scratches the back of his neck.

"I'm Arataki Itto! Founder AND leader of the Arataki gang! Nice to meet you...?" Itto trails off for her to finish.

"Emma. Emma {last name}." She bows, pinching ends of her dress.

"{last name}?" He looks towards me.

"She's my sister" I giggled.

"OHHHHH! So you two pretty ladies are related?"

She nods.

"I see, I see" He nods his head after learning the new information.

I never wanted to look down on my sister or put her in a bad light. But the fact that he finds her "pretty" makes me want to cry and puke in despair. He might choose her over me. I can't always be the number one at everything. But I want to be his number one. I met him first. I let him meet her. I want him for myself. My mind trails off and I somehow can't hear their conversation anymore. All I hear are my thoughts. My never ending train of thoughts. I look up to see Emma laughing, and Itto smiling and talking.

At this moment, my Father would always tell me "Be happy for them! Soon it'll be your time!". It's never my time. A disadvantage of being the eldest sister is that I don't have time for myself. I always have to give something that I have to them, who wants it as well. Cause if I don't, I'll be considered mean, ignorant, arrogant, selfish, rude, and all those mean stuff. This was a perfect example. I want him, but because of me being the eldest, I have to give him away? All my life, I had to give things I wanted to my younger siblings, cause "soon it'll be my time!".

I'm tired of always being the backbone. I'm tired of being pressured, forced, stared at, looked up at. It's tiring. One wrong move and you. will. blow. And them? They will laugh and leave your life, perceiving you as a fucking failure. Not once will they look at you again and go, "another chance?".

I almost start to cry until Itto's voice becomes louder than usual, stopping my train of thought.

A soothing, slow, and calm music starts to play. Fucking ballroom music.

"What perfect timing!" Itto laughs and looks at the pairs that are gathering in the middle.

"Care to join me, gorgeous?" He reached his hand out for her to put it on top.

I nearly gag. He called her my nickname.

Emma takes his hand delightfully.

I decide to wipe off any negative look off of my face to avoid any problems. I stand at the front row of the circle surrounding the middle dancing area. I watch as Itto puts one of his hands on her waist, the other one holding onto her hand. Emma puts one of her hands on his shoulder and the other holding his. He gives a slight nod. They both start dancing to the music gracefully. That was one thing Emma did better than me. Dancing. I also had another thought,, how was he so good at ballroom dancing? He looks like the type to know nothing! I was wrong.

A few minutes pass by, and they're still dancing to the same song. I see them talk to each other, mouths opening and closing. I look at Itto from time to time, and he looks back. And when he does, I give him a soft smile and wave. He slightly nods. Sometimes, he just looks away with blush spreading across his cheeks. I laugh at him and he laughs back.

The music suddenly changes. The music gets a tiny bit faster, making the dancers, including Itto and Emma, dance faster. After a few minutes, he looks at her eyes, which are staring right back at him. He leans in, kissing her gently on the lips as they move to the rhythm of the music. The people are cheering.

At that moment, I knew, that I had finally lost him. He was hers now. All for her to enjoy and cherish. I was nothing to him. He would treat me the same. But he would treat her differently. He would look at me and her in a different light.

All my hard work, down the drain. She would be credited.

They stopped dancing, and just focused on the kiss. Everyone around them stopped dancing, and started cheering as well. Itto breaks the kiss, putting their foreheads together. A tear falls down my face.

I've had enough.

I lower my head and start running to the exit. Tears are still streaming down my face. My heart broke into pieces. The butler at the door was curious, wondering why I was rushing out.

"Just fucking open it!" I shouted while still looking down. My loud voice echoed through-out the whole entire room, which was really big. Everyone stared at me, especially Itto and Emma. They looked at each other before rushing to me. The butler hurriedly opened the door, as I rushed outside. It's raining. I didn't care. I will never care.

I run in the rain as I take my heels off, running barefoot. I don't know if it's my tears or raindrops falling down from my face. Either way, I'm wet all over.

Itto tries to chase after me, but Emma takes his arm.

"It's no use. She'll never come back." She told him as they watch me run away. Everyone inside has settled, but they still stand outside. Waiting for me. After a few minutes, Emma goes in. Asking him to go inside as well. He says no and still stays. She goes in before he does. I watch him stand by the entrance as I am now sitting at a park that's pretty far away from the gathering. The light is bright, helping me see him. It's still raining. 3 minutes pass by and he sits down on the steps. The butler asks him if he's alright, if he could get him anything. He declines and goes back to waiting. Maybe he really does care.

My heart gets stabbed with a knife as I see him stand up and go inside. Looking out before going in fully. Maybe he never loved me? Maybe it was just me. It may sound like I'm making myself the main character, but wouldn't you also feel destroyed if they left you? It feels like life is draining the hope and love out of you.

I start to cry even harder as the rain gets even stronger. I pick up my heels and start walking. I see Itto in the window, drinking with his friends. Emma's at his side, drinking as well. She doesn't usually drink..?

I regret everything. I regret meeting him. I regret agreeing to her. I regret everything. Maybe I should've just shut up. Maybe I should've just left when I could. But it's all been done. He's hers, and She's his. What a fairytale!

I'll never forget the first time I saw him. I'll never forget the first look we exchanged. I'll never forget the first joke, laugh, and smile he gave me. I'll never forget the time he was mine. Maybe giving him to my sister wasn't that bad? I don't know, and I don't want to know.

I walk in silence and darkness, waiting for day to appear. Finally feeling some kind of peace in me.

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