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cryoculus · 1 year

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— guard dog 01 ⟢

pairing: thoma x assassin!reader

summary: you’re a skilled mercenary who takes odd jobs all around inazuma to make ends meet. so when the shogunate hires you to assassinate the lady of the kamisato clan, you don’t think much of it. that’s until you grossly miscalculate how good of a guard dog her chief retainer actually is.

word count: 5.5k words

notable characters: thoma, kamisato ayaka

tags: found family, enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, eventual smut

warnings: drugging attempts, assassination attempts

notes: i'll be posting chapters one to thirteen everyday at double intervals! this is one of the fics i'm immensely proud of writing, so i hope you like it hehe :')

header art cr: n0yunn on twt

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You’ve always wondered what the Kamisatos of old had been thinking when they decided to build a mansion by the cliffs of Mount Yougou.

First, you’d either have to make the trek up the mountain or navigate your way through Chinju Forest. The locals of Narukami Island already regarded that place warily—with all the talk about bake-danuki kidnapping lost children in the cover of night, never to be seen again.

And then there was the sudden drop all the way to the rocky shores of the coastline below. One wrong move, and you might just find yourself dead on the beach if you carelessly traipse around the edges of the property.

But you knew, more than most, that the natural terrain wasn’t what made the Kamisato Estate so difficult to breach.

The guards of the Yashiro Commission were stationed uniformly across the area—looking intimidating enough to send any amateur thief packing. One could tell from a glance that these guys had years of training under their belts.

After all, they were guarding one of the three noble households in Inazuma. But it’s not like anyone who knew about Kamisato clan and its retainers was stupid enough to cross them like that.

Unless, of course, they were you.

A flock of birds flew overhead from your vantage point, momentarily distracting you from the task at hand. It was nearing sundown again, and the princess should be tending to the sand gardens right about—

“Now,” you whispered, biting down on a lavender melon as you watched the scene unfold.

Normally, scouting your targets from a perch so high up was impossible. But your employers were generous enough to supply you with a pair of binoculars for the job. You were never one to tinker with any Fontainian contraption imported into the country, but if it works, it works.

Now here you were, hidden away in one of the slated slopes of the mountain as Kamisato Ayaka stepped out into the foyer to admire the scenic view.

She strode gracefully into the garden, rake in hand before gazing out into the open sea. The waning sunlight glittered across the surface in warm tones, and you would have been mesmerized too, if the circumstances had been any different.

Still, this was a sight Ayaka saw everyday, and the princess spared no time soaking up the scenery longer than she had to.

This was your seventh day of lying in wait—familiarizing yourself with each person who went in and out of the estate at all hours of the day. Where they went, what they did, who they spoke to.

Well, not really. Even a dedicated mercenary like you had to take some breaks in-between. But one week was enough for you to memorize the daily habits of the Yashiro Commission.

A greenhorn would never have noticed the way they loosened security in the first hour of twilight. Only five guards out of the original ten stationed outside would remain, and the others would be invited to eat dinner inside the pavilion.

After twenty or-so minutes, they would switch with the guards that stayed behind—rinse and repeat.

During this momentary give in their defenses, though, Ayaka would trace circles into the sand garden in quiet meditation.

Vulnerable. Exposed.

If you decided to take her out with a bow and arrow, gravity would favor you in more ways than one. But you were a shit archer at best, and there was…something else that threw a wrench in your plans. A wildcard in your weeklong observation period that you just couldn’t pin down no matter how many alternatives you tried to come up with.

The lavender melon turned bitter in your mouth once you caught sight of him.

Thoma was someone that’s very hard to miss. You’ve seen him a couple of times around Ritou—all golden hair and swindling smiles—but you never once dared to make his acquaintance. Fixers were crafty people by nature, and you’d rather not get outfoxed by someone like him by any means.

In fact, your constant avoidance was finally bearing fruit now that you’ve been entrusted with the assassination of Kamisato Ayaka.

But while everyone else in the Yashiro Commission stuck with their day-to-day routines faithfully, Thoma seemed like he always just acted on a whim. That man had no concept of routine at all.

Unlike Ayaka who committed herself to her own schedule without fail, Thoma was someone who did something different everyday.

In hindsight, it was expected. He was an undercover fixer—of course his daily to-do list wasn’t patterned the same way as everyone else’s.

The other day, Thoma left the estate at the crack of dawn only to come back a few hours after midnight.

Yesterday, he leveled the hedges as he watched Ayaka practice her swordsmanship in the courtyard.

And now, after bidding a few words in farewell to his charge, he was walking out of the estate with a carefree hint to his strides. If you drew any closer, you might even hear him whistling.

Case in point: this wasn’t the first time you were hired to kill a noble. It was, however, the first time you’ve had to deal with a variable that’s as unpredictable as Thoma.

You watched him take the path that led to Chinju Forest through your binoculars—tossing the stem of your lavender melon to the side. He was probably headed to Inazuma City from the looks of it.

Patiently, you waited until Thoma’s form disappeared into the mist before heaving a long sigh in relief.

Now that he was out of the way, you could afford some room to think.

Admittedly, you weren’t sure why the shogunate even contacted someone like you to carry this out. You were nothing but a lone swordswoman who took on odd jobs to make ends meet. Killing other people for money wasn’t exactly above your moral compass, but could your feats be impressive enough for the Tenryou Commission to seek you out personally?

“Kill the girl and make it seem as if the Sangonomiya rebels were behind it,” said Kujou Masahito, the night he and his men found you. “We’ve been in a stalemate long enough.”

It was a tall order, now that you thought about it. What person in their right mind would accept a mission to: one, infiltrate the Kamisato estate; two, murder the lady of the house; and three, frame the resistance for the act? Sure, the Tenryou Commission practically offered you millions of mora in exchange, but was all that really worth risking your neck for?

However, asking questions wasn’t something you did with your clients. Whoever they were, whatever their motives, so long as they came to you, offering the right price, you would see the job done.

Your discretion has always made you quite the favorite in the Inazuman underworld, and you’d prefer if things stayed that way.

Rising from your aching haunches, you shoved the binoculars into a knapsack. You then cast the estate below a sidelong glance. The sun had long set, and a slew of yellow lanterns lit up the courtyard.

You could see Ayaka being escorted back inside the house by one of her attendants, possibly to join her brother for dinner as well. You paid it no mind.

You’ll allow her some last moments of serenity before putting an end to her life.

About two hours before midnight, you descended from your perch—ducking behind trees while skilfully evading the guards’ line of sight. You quietened your footsteps as you approached the building in which the estate’s denizens resided.

There was no need for you to draw this close, as you’ve already gleaned most of what you needed to know from a distance, but…

It was about time for the princess’ nightly routine. An elegant dance performed beneath the moonlight—with her signature fan scattering white snowflakes in the height of summer.

You’ve heard about the Shirasagi Himegimi’s mesmerizing performances in passing. How she was always the star of every cultural festival in Amakame Island.

You were only human, so you were naturally inclined to be curious. And it’s not as if seeing her dance in the moonlit foyer will derail your plans.

But you’d been a few minutes too late, it seemed. Because now, Ayaka was seated by the edge of the pavilion, gazing silently at the clear sky above. In her hands was a teacup patterned with herons in flight—one of her favorite pieces.

To a normal onlooker (A.K.A., anyone who didn’t spend seven days deliberately stalking her), Ayaka didn’t seem the type to drink tea all by herself. She had an entire Commission’s worth of company, and she could always ask one of her retainers to sit down and nurse a few drinks with her.

But you’ve come to realize that the princess was someone who didn’t like disturbing others—regardless of how minimal the disturbance might be.

Kamisato Ayato took charge of the political dabblings of the Yashiro Commission. Kamisato Ayaka was the face of the clan; the heart of the people; adored by each and every person who knew her by name.

But…why did she look so lonely?

“Milady, you shouldn’t be staying up so late.”

The sound of Thoma’s voice made you seize up like a cat tossed into a basin of water—making you reflexively duck behind the rigid walls on the side of the house. There were no lanterns on this side of the estate, so the darkness should be able to conceal you well enough.

“I was waiting for you to return,” Ayaka admitted aloud, the sound of her sandals scraping against the stone-littered path ringing in your ears. “I…I would have had a hard time falling asleep either way—knowing not everyone is safely back in the mansion at this hour.”

You arched an eyebrow but continued listening in.

“Oh?” There’s a hint of amusement in Thoma’s tone. “Even if I specifically informed you earlier that I might not be back until tomorrow noon, you still waited? Milady, you honor me, but I can’t continue imposing such—”

“You’re not imposing,” Ayaka sighed, and it’s the first time you've heard her sound so…exasperated. But then again, Ayaka was only ever this animated in the company of her chief retainer. “As one of the leaders of the Yashiro Commission, it’s my responsibility to ensure the well-being of my retainers.”

“Isn’t it the other way around, though?” Thoma laughed, and you got the impression that you were intruding on something you weren’t supposed to. (A little too late to have those sentiments now, but you still had some integrity, at least.) “Well, I know there’s no changing your mind when it is already set, milady. How about we pair your evening tea with some sakura mochi I brought from the Teahouse?”

A pause. “You’re going to tell me what you were doing in Inazuma City, yes?”

“It would be a disservice not to.”

Knowing you’d already lingered for too long, you fled the scene—silently backing away until you heard a loud crunch echoing into the evening air. You jolted, cursing under your breath when you realized you’d stepped on a damn twig—!

“Thoma? What’s wrong?”

Then, footsteps—accompanied by the sound of the chief retainer’s accessories jingling on his person. You ducked behind an unsuspecting aralia tree, but right in front of you was a sheer drop into the ocean. Archons damn it. You hadn’t realized how close you were to the edge of the cliff.

Instinctively, you pressed your back further against the tree bark, wondering what the hell Thoma was even doing here when he supposedly had business to attend to in the city.

“It’s nothing, milady,” he sighed, and you felt your shoulders sag with relief as you heard his voice draw further away. “Just thought I’d heard something.”

“You must be tired if you’re starting to hear things.”

Not waiting for Thoma to come up with a response, you made your timely escape.

Somewhere down the deeper corners of Chinju Forest was an abandoned shrine. It was on the smaller side—the ornamental roof layered with thick moss, and the talismans having faded with age. You hadn’t the slightest clue which deity it was dedicated to, but it was for that reason that you declared it your designated territory of sorts.

There, you took out a shovel from your knapsack before digging a hole into the ground. It was safer to leave what little belongings you had where no people could even begin to look. And you’d rather not be carrying all your possessions when you’re about to infiltrate a mansion.

Once you’re satisfied with the depth, you began to rummage through the bag. You only took what was strictly needed—a pouch of powdered crystal marrow and a lone dark feather.

Mora and weapons wouldn’t be necessary if you did the job properly, which you will. But before you could turn around to shovel the unearthed soil back in place, you twisted the feather in your fingers.

This was the item that secured your agreement to the Tenryou Commission’s outlandish request. Kujou Sara was known to be a fierce warrior on the battlefield, so if Masahito managed to procure one of her feathers and give it to you, it was the real deal.

The shogunate really was out to tip the scales and launch the country into a civil war.

However, the feather was also a contingency plan of sorts.

“If you foresee yourself being unable to complete the mission, burn it and we’ll send someone to come to your aid,” Masahito informed, and while you were grateful for the possible fallback, you wondered if burning it rendered your reward money null and void. You didn’t ask, nor did he elaborate.

It was normal to have your reservations about this. After all, you could very much go down in the history books as the match that ignited the bloodiest war in Inazuma. But you never really cared much for appearances. Not now, not ever.

Once you accept a job, you’ll see it through until the end.

“H-Help, please… Help.”

The guards were quick to act once you emerged from the forest the following day—bloody and beaten and quivering in your boots. One of them managed to catch you before you could fully collapse to the ground, and he immediately barked orders to prepare a room and call a healer.

Faking your identity to mislead victims was a trick you picked up from an old acquaintance. The acting that went into the entire charade was as troublesome as it sounded, but you weren’t exactly given many cards to play here.

Hell, even the method you’d decided to assassinate Ayaka with was far from your usual. But you didn’t build a reputation for yourself by cutting corners and half-assing your jobs, that’s for sure.

Of all the members of the Tri-Commission, the Yashiro Commission was the most impartial. They had the hearts of the people of Inazuma, and the Kamisato clan collectively cared for them in return.

Whether you’re a rebel or a shogunate officer, if you turned up half-dead on their doorstep, it was ingrained in their principles to take you in. That kindness, however, was a double-edged sword.

They’d just invited a murderer into the heart of their stronghold.

However, their retainers weren’t complete idiots. Before rushing you into a room to get your injuries tended to, a due interrogation was conducted. (Who are you? Where did you come from? What happened?)

All their questions, you answered with a somewhat convincing act—you’re woozy from the “blood loss”, unable to respond coherently, drifting in and out of consciousness. But they could glean from your tattered maroon disguise uniform that you were part of the resistance.

“She probably tried to infiltrate the Kujou Encampment,” suggested one of the female attendants. “Both sides are growing more and more desperate each day… Should we inform Lady Ayaka and Lord Ayato?”

The proposal was met with a grunt from a man you recognized as Madarame Hyakubei. “Lord Ayato requested for us not to disturb him today, and Lady Ayaka is resting for the afternoon. Granted, Master Thoma didn’t say when he’ll return either so I suggest we keep this under wraps for now.”

Keep this under wraps. Yeah, that definitely worked in your favor.

With a silent, unanimous agreement, the rest of the guards left you in the hands of their resident healer—a meek woman who introduced herself as Hina.

You knew better than to respond to any of her inquiries, so you continued masquerading your own deliriousness as she patched up your self-inflicted wounds. Hina didn’t linger longer than she had to, and once you stopped fake-moaning in pain, she eventually got up and resumed whatever task your arrival had rudely interrupted.

There were still some curious attendants sneaking glances into the room they’d put you in, though—whispering amongst themselves in hushed tones. Thankfully, those gossiping girls went about their own business sometime later, and you’re left completely alone.

You couldn’t really do much in your current state. The people around the mansion were led to believe that you’ve been gravely injured. It would definitely raise suspicions if anyone saw you tiptoeing around the house, so you bide your time.

You’ve waited an entire week to put your plans into motion, what’s a few hours more?

When night fell, you expected one of the attendants to bring you dinner—if the Yashiro Commission’s extensive hospitality was anything to go by.

The anticipation might have also been fueled by the fact that it’s been days since you’ve eaten a proper meal. Whenever the guards outside ate altogether in the pavilion, the food prepared for them looked so appetizing. You couldn’t really blame yourself for pondering what they’ll serve you.

But the person who emerged into the room a few minutes later was the last one you’d expected to come.

“L-Lady Kamisato,” you stammered, sitting upright to bow your head. “It’s an honor. Please don’t trouble yourself with this…”

Ayaka flashed you a gentle smile, kneeling on the tatami to set the tray of food on your bedside. “It’s only proper that I see our guest with a warm welcome. You must be feeling better now that you can speak to me. My retainers said you were practically unintelligible earlier.”

Fuck. You broke character.

Swallowing thickly, you managed a dry laugh. “Your healer was amazing, miss. I didn’t think I would make it through the day, actually…”

She nodded in understanding, a grim look suddenly crossing her pristine features. “I see. You’re one of the Sangonomiya rebels, aren’t you? May I ask what you’re doing all the way here on Narukami Island?”

You purposely let your shoulders sag in a false show of emotion. “I…was sent for an espionage mission, but I got hunted down by the shogun’s lap dogs. Thanks to you, though, I’m still in one piece.”

“I had no part in your recovery. It’s all the work of my retainers,” Ayaka clarified with that same, unwavering smile. She gestured for you to take the food she’d brought. “Go on. I’m sure you’re hungry, so you better eat something.”

You were gladly about to indulge in her offer before—

“Milaaaady,” drawled an obnoxiously loud voice coming from the halls. And when a head of golden hair poked itself into the room, you felt your appetite vanishing in a puff of smoke. “Why’d you leave me in the kitchen? I can’t look after you if you’re going around without me, you know?”

There he was—the wild card that constantly threw your plans into disarray.

“Thoma, don’t be too loud. She’s still resting,” Ayaka chided as he knelt beside her on your bedside. “This is Thoma, the chief retainer of the Kamisato clan. He normally isn’t this noisy, so I hope you forgive him.”

No introduction needed, thank you very much, you wanted to say, but kept your mouth rightfully shut. Instead, you met Thoma’s green-eyed gaze as you tilted your head in a curt bow. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you as well,” he chuckled before folding his arms together. “I believe I haven’t caught your name yet…”

A name. Right. You had to give them a name—not your real name, of course. You weren’t that overconfident.

“Kira,” you spoke softly. “My name is Kira.”

“I see. So, Miss Kira…you’re from the resistance, huh? What’s the status over there in Watatsumi Island?”

Again, you assumed your role as a fugitive rebel with sigh. “Not too good. They’ve pushed us back so far that we had to resort to underhanded tactics.”

Thoma raised an eyebrow. “Such as?”

Immediately remembering the suggestion of one of the attendants earlier, you decided to use that as a reference. “Infiltrating the Kujou Encampment to gain some intel. Though, I hardly got that done at all since…” Then, a wordless gesture towards the bandages wrapped around your body.

Ayaka flashed you a pitiful expression while Thoma hummed to himself. Did you really sound that convincing? Nonetheless, the chief retainer spoke again. “A wise man once told me that the best way out of a predicament is through. Why don’t you guys just march straight into Inazuma City and take it up to the Raiden Shogun herself?”

“Why don’t we step out and allow our guest to have some peace tonight?” Ayaka intervened, rising to her feet while tugging on Thoma’s sleeve in the process as she turned to you. “He asks too many questions sometimes. Again, please forgive him.”

You shook your head. “I’m already taking up much of your time as is. The one seeking penance should be me, milady.”

The princess shook her head once more as they made their way out of the room. “We hope for nothing but utmost health for you, Miss Kira. Please don’t hesitate to call for us if you need anything. We can discuss your situation further in the morning.”

When the door slid shut behind them, you could still vaguely make out some fragments of conversation. Ayaka was saying something along the lines of, “You should really be more polite to our guests,” and Thoma only responded with a peal of laughter.

Then, your eyes flickered towards your dinner—braised salted fish with pickled seaweed on the side.

“All these formalities for a complete stranger?” you muttered, pulling apart the chopsticks they’d provided as you shook your head. “Bunch of fools...”

Once you’ve had your fill, you tossed the blankets aside and stretched your limbs. Acting bedridden could easily make you feel the part, and you had to keep your blood pumping for what you were about to do.

For some reason, Hina and the guards didn’t bother inspecting you or your clothes, which proved to be quite the advantage.

Walking over to where they’d set down your boots, you turned the left boot upside down—shaking it rigidly until a satin pouch and a dark feather fell to the floor.

The pouch that contained the poison you were to use weighed almost nothing in your palm, and it was for that reason you chose it.

Powdered crystal marrow was so easy to conceal that slipping it into the princess’ evening tea was mere child’s play. You then shoved Kujou Sara’s feather in one of your pockets, praying you didn’t have to use it at all.

When the door to the room slid open again, you were completely prepared. This time, it wasn’t Kamisato Ayaka nor Thoma who went in to collect the tray.

It was one of the attendants that had been gossiping outside while the healer was tending to your injuries.

She paused by the entrance when she noticed you weren’t in your futon, and it was at that moment that you pounced—muffling her nose with a cloth laced with poison. Not enough to kill her, but certainly enough to knock her out.

Knowing that you’re quickly running out of time, you disrobed the attendant and replaced your disguise with her clothes swiftly.

The sleeves billowed just right around your arms, and the obi wasn’t too difficult to tie. And since you felt slightly bad for having to drag her into this, you covered the attendant’s bare body with the thin blanket of your futon.

With the tray that Ayaka had dropped off in hand, you closed the door to your room—eyes darting around for anyone who could have gotten wind of what just happened.

Fortunately, there weren’t many people milling inside the mansion. Just a couple of attendants dusting furniture and scrubbing the tatami.

None of them spared you so much as a backwards glance. But, knowing you couldn’t exactly disguise your face, you made yourself scarce—heading to a hall that you had a hunch led to the kitchen.

Based on the brief glimpses you’d seen prior to your relocation to the room, your guess should be right, and the attendant you’d just taken out was about to bring Ayaka her evening tea. You didn’t perform a weeklong stake-out for your calculations to be incorrect.

With each step you took across the hall, your heart pounded dreadfully. This was it. You were almost there. If you managed to pull this off, your mantle as Inazuma’s most cunning assassin would be set in stone. Your services would be sought after, and you’d be raking in millions from each job.

(And then Inazuma would be plunged into chaos. The fall of the Kamisato clan’s eldest daughter undoubtedly offsetting the peace that the people of Narukami tried so hard to maintain. The Electro Archon would no longer have any reason to hold back. But would the Raiden Shogun lash out on the very people whom she promised a never-ending eternity?

Would someone like you even be spared from her wrath?)

Your predictions have been correct. You were headed the right way. The kitchen was at the far end of this hall, and none of the other attendants were present.

Instead, the one that greeted you was the chief retainer in all his smug glory—instantly ripping you away from your musings of the future, and back to the dreadful present.

Thoma stood in front of the counter, a fresh tea set patterned with Ayaka’s favorite herons painted elegantly on each ceramic piece. Behind him, a kettle sat on top of the stove—the low flame illuminating the room just a tad brighter.

He didn’t seem surprised to see you, nor did he have any outward reaction to the fact that you’re wearing an attendant’s uniform. Instead, he leaned across the wooden surface, sighing.

“Well that’s just disappointing,” he lamented. “I really rooted for you, you know. Hope you’d give it up and leave once you’ve gotten a taste of milady’s kindness.”

You kept your lips sealed, straightening yourself as you sauntered over to the sink. Your movements were quiet as you set down the bowl and chopsticks they’d given, and Thoma watched your every move.

You had absolutely no clue how he’d managed to sniff you out as quickly as he did, but if he wasn’t pinning you to the floor and tying you up yet, then you still had some leeway for escape.

“I’ve already expected your arrival, if that’s what you’re thinking,” Thoma supplied. “You’re good at not leaving any tracks, but you aren’t exactly keen on concealing your presence. It’s almost like you wanted me to know what you were up to.”

Despite his friendly tone, you kept your silence—gaze roving around the kitchen for any clean-cut exits, only to realize there were none.

You half-contemplated using the rest of your powdered crystal marrow to incapacitate him and make your escape. Though you’re yet to witness it firsthand, Thoma would definitely be worth something in a fight if he was the Kamisatos’ chief retainer.

The injuries you’d sustained from throwing it down with a bunch of mitachurls to look convincingly mangled weren’t all fake. If you were backed into a corner now, you’ll definitely lose.

But you reminded yourself that every dose you got your hands on was few and far in between. You didn’t want to risk your future kills for a momentary lapse in judgement.

So, like any cornered animal, you did what was logical at that moment.

You ran for your life.

Or, at least tried to.

Before you could even step out of the kitchen, Thoma was already on you—seizing both of your wrists and twisting them behind your back. Your jaw throbbed as he slammed your face against the wall, and no matter how hard you struggled, you couldn’t break free from his grip.

“Get your hands off me, guard dog,” you hissed, desperately trying to kick him in the groin as a last resort.

Thoma let out another stupidly carefree laugh as he evaded your attempts at his family jewels. “Guard dog? That’s a new one. And you say it like it’s an insult.”

“Fuck you!”

“Now, now. That’s not a very kind thing to say.” He pouted. “And milady was so insistent for me to be polite. Not so deserving now, are you?”

Irritated, you considered spitting in his face, but remembered you had more tact than that. “So? Just kill me then. You already predicted I’d try to kill her, didn’t you?”

The moment you’d articulated the words, it struck you that Thoma was acting awfully calm about your blatant revelation. If it had been one of the other retainers, they’d probably be fuming at the knowledge.

Maybe they would’ve called the police by now. Worse, they’d have you executed on the spot.

But this man didn’t look like a fiercely loyal retainer who prioritized the well-being of his charge above all else. As you struggled to get a look at him from the impossible position he’d pinned you with, Thoma flashed you a conspiratorial grin that gave you the creeps.

“Killing you would be too easy, don’t you think?” the chief retainer sighed. “And besides, milady seems to have taken a liking to you. She’s never met a member of the resistance before. She even wondered over dinner if you two could be friends.”

You clicked your tongue. “I thought you already knew that I wasn’t—”

“Yes, yes. I knew you were a fraud the moment you answered my questions earlier,” Thoma interjected with a chuckle. “No bona fide member of the resistance would give away sensitive information like that so freely. They’d rather kill themselves first before revealing the strategies of Her Excellency, Sangonomiya.”

Oh. So that’s how he figured out.

“Okay, so my acting could be a bit better,” you began snarkily. “But what does it matter now? You caught me. The Almighty chief retainer of the Kamisato household has caught another mouse in the trap. Now could you please just get to the part where you lead me down to the gallows to commit seppuku?”

You were stalling. No one with a survival instinct as desperate as yours would easily resign themselves to a soundless execution.

In reality, you were wiggling an arm out of his grasp in an attempt to reach for the feather tucked in the folds of your stolen obi. Thoma held you conveniently close to the stove, and if you could just toss it into the low flame—

“Hm? But what if it isn’t my intention to have you killed at all?”

That made you pause.

As if to prove a point, Thoma unhanded you and put his palms up in faux-surrender. You scoffed as you rubbed your face.

“Look, I knew you’ve been scouting the area for days now, and you basically just admitted to your own intentions on milady’s life,” he elaborated. “I also knew that this place is too tightly guarded for you to execute your plans as smoothly as you liked. So you had to carry out your mission in the most roundabout way possible.”

“Yes, yes. Of course, of course,” you spat sarcastically. “If you’re so smart and all-knowing, just cut to the damn chase.”

Thoma let out another laugh, and you were so close to sacrificing your last stash of powdered crystal marrow just to see him drop dead.

“The point is, even if I know all these things…milady doesn’t.”

“...I don’t follow.”

Sighing, Thoma leaned against the counter with another disdainful sigh. “I’m offering you an alternative, Miss Kira. Heh. Even the name you picked was a dead giveaway. Seriously? A name that means kill?”

You clicked your tongue. “What alternative are we speaking of again?”

This time, the chief retainer flashed you a look that made you feel like he was mocking you.

“I’ll forget all the information you just revealed to me tonight. I’ll pretend as if our…altercation never happened.” He listed each condition on his fingers before pointing at your stolen garbs. “And I’ll even deal with the poor attendant whose clothes you nabbed. I’m sure I can bribe her into keeping her silence.”

Not liking how good the odds were for you if Thoma simply feigned ignorance like that, you asked, “What do you want in return?”

What came out of his mouth in the next moment, however, was probably the most ridiculous job you’d ever been saddled with in your life. It put Kujou Masanori’s orders to utter, absolute shame.

“Well, it’s very simple, actually.” Thoma grinned. “I want you to be…milady’s friend.”

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#genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanfic #genshin smut #genshin fanfiction #thoma fanfic #thoma smut #genshin x reader #thoma x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin thoma #cryoculus #guard dog

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twilightpentagrams · 1 year

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I just saw the tsumugi req... Is it possible if you could write arashi + body worship with her being on the receiving end of things? thanks in advance ♡

ARASHI NARUKAMI x READER : body worship

CW: nsfw, top reader, bottom arashi

arashi absolutely loves when you pamper her during sex — of course, she know she's gorgeous, but it doesn't hurt to have someone really show it!

she adores when you kiss every part of her, her thighs and hips and chest especially — even her hands, sometimes.

seeing you trying your best to please her and shower her in love makes her feel like an absolute princess! arashi is not shy about what she likes in bed, and she makes sure to tell you exactly how much she loves it (and you) during sex

"ah~ you're so good to me, producer, so good for me," she mouths off as you work your way up her thigh with sloppy kisses.

"my, you're so excited, so happy to be able to touch and kiss me, hmm~?"

you love every freckle, every blemish, every line on her body. and she enjoys hearing you talk about exactly what about her you love - unfortunately, when you fuck, your mouth isn't exactly free.

you enjoy it as much as she does; well, maybe not just as much. everytime you get your hands on her, everytime she feels your hot breath, she always gets painfully excited, in ways only you can deal with

god, when you make it to her dick. her pretty words become pretty moans and whines, nearly desperate.

"so good," she half-whines, watching you kiss and lick your way up and down her length. when you take her entirely in your mouth, her hands find your hair. she pets and tangles her fingers in your hair, both wanting to enourage you to go further and reassure you. "god, you're good at this," her breath catches in her throat.

her pretty moans and sounds never fail to urge you further and further, until you've moved so you're sitting on top of her dick (arashi was always a fan of letting you do all the work)

she plants her hands firmly on your thighs, whining as you slowly shift. she loves it when you give her kisses and small bites, ("no marks, please," she huffs.) sucking on her nipples peppering her chest with small kisses. her chest had a sheen of your spit and her sweat on it — which you both found oddly hot.

once you started moving , it was like she couldn't shut up! between how good you were taking her, and where your hands fell, toying with her nipples — she felt like she was in heaven and wanted you to know!

as she grew closer and closer to climax, her pitch increased and her grip on your thighs grew tighter and tighter.

she felt so good inside of you, she looked so unfairly pretty even when covered in sweat. it was all insanely sexy, and you were lucky to worship her and make her feel good.

letting out a final whine, she came, slumping down into the bed, smiling. she looked ridiculously gorgeous.

you pulled off of her — and huffed as you lay next to her. "oh, dear, someone's tired," she cooed, enveloping you in her arms.

#arashi narukami #narukami arashi #arashi x reader #arashi narukami x reader #enstars x reader #enstars smut #ensemble stars #ensemble stars x reader #ensemble stars smut #arashi x reader #knights x reader

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bbiemochi · 2 years

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hello ! i love your writing, may i rq arashi comforting reader who’s been overworking themselves ? thank you ^_^

𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 | arashi narukami x reader

[an]: hello there! tysm for requesting~! it’s rare to see someone request for our beloved princess of enstars 🫶 but i’m glad someone did! please do enjoy~!

summary: arashi really hated seeing you work nonstop

pairing: arashi narukami x g/n!reader

genre: small angst, comfort, fluff

12:42am

you were still up.

you weren’t even sure what time it is anymore. you’ve been working at the same bundles of paperwork since yesterday, along with fixing the new track for knights’ new song project, not to mention anzu had to go to another city to help trickstar with their next live so apparently the idol work here was left at your hands since…there were no other producers but you and anzu after all. it was all so tiring. you had no time for breaks except for a small coffee rest that is, though you had no idea if you considered drinking latte while typing on your keyboard as a break.

switch requested if you could help them train and rehearse for a song they’re working on and obviously you agreed. afterwards you arranged for akatsuki’s next live so that the other idols’ schedule wouldn’t be too messy along with fine’s and undead. you had lend a hand to ra*bits who had a hard time rehearsing for a song without a proper producer helping for their next project plan, and last but not least; you had to help knights schedule for a photoshoot that was needed for a song cover. all of these things you have to do on your own, with only small help from the students and idols who volunteered to give you backup.

due to all of this workload, your new sleep schedule was around 2am in the morning. you didn’t even had time to go back to your home, you only had time to sleep in the napping room for 3 days straight with a spare futon and some clothes you brought along with your eyes always felt like dropping in a minute. adonis was one of the first few people to notice the bags that laid underneath your eyelids, said to you to take naps daily in the afternoon like ritsu does. however you refused every time he says so. adonis was sweet…but you need the job finished as soon as possible so that nothing is left when you rest.

regardless, in this particular day, tsukasa was selfless enough to help you work with the other files you were currently about to finish. and because of his kindness, you had more energy to finish the other half. thank the gods tsukasa was a saint. although, even if he did helped you—doesn’t mean that your work went less for you. you still had to finish them in the napping room alone. 12:00am. it was 12am in the morning.

‘just a few more then i’ll head to bed…tenshouin-san needs these by tomorrow…’ was what your head told you before sitting back up straight at your desk and resuming yourself typing onto the keyboard. now that the idol industry was getting bigger and bigger, the producer’s work just kept increasing. not only did you have no time for yourself but you’re here piled up on the desk with your eyes glued on the laptop screen 24/7. you and anzu were bummed. the daily schedule always goes on after all.

it didn’t take long when the thoughts caused your eyes to drop little by little, and in realization you slapped yourself awake. hard. a little too hard that you let out a yelp due to the pain. “ow, ow, ow…” you murmured. shouldn’t had done that. yet it was the only choice you could do or else you’d fall asleep right at the spot. there was still so much to do. you wanna finish them all in one place in order to finally enjoy some free time. just one more and you’re finished…it felt so relaxing to snooze right now, the room temperature was just right and the futon you brought in the nap room was just to your liking….if only you could just—no, no…finish the work first. just one more and you’re—

“goodness me y/n-chan, why in heavens are you still up?”

the voice that came from outside of the room startled you—and due to it, you almost fell right of your seat and let out a small yelp. the person also yelped in surprise. oh thank the gods it was just arashi at the door.

the both of you stared at one another for a few seconds, before you spoke once again, stammering a little on your words. “a-arashi-chan? what are you doing here? it’s late…! you should be home by now, you have a photoshoot tomorrow…!” your wonder caught you off most of the times, yet there was an obvious reason of why the big sister of the knights was still here. heck, you’d even predict that even some of the knights’ members are there. with a soft laugh, arashi covers her mouth with her right palm, “my, my, y/n-chan, did you forget? we have to get ready early by tomorrow~ so the king decided we sleep here for a while at school so that by the time we wake up, we’d just clean ourselves up, dress up, then head out~!” she cheers with a beam. “we already asked for the student council’s consent and they agreed~ how kind they are…” she sighs. arashi was so lucky that still had that optimistic expression stuck on her…while you…

“i only went out to take a small bathroom break, then i saw your room light still on. when i went to take a look, here we are.” she then added, her right hand now caressing her cheeks as she explains. you hummed, rubbing your eyes as you looked at your watch. 12:56am. goddamn it. you weren’t even half finished yet.

“y/n-chan, you should go head to bed now. the knights need you by tomorrow, y’know~? sleeping late isn’t good for your health~” you heard the girl murmur from the side. arashi was right, but you weren’t finished with your work. “you did so much today, y/n-chan. the most hardworking must need to rest too. you must be tired now, aren’t you?~” but there’s still a lot more to finish and some of them will be needed by tomorrow for eichi and Keiko . if only anzu was here to help…her messages to you were helpful however…that didn’t mean your workload would lessen. ah, this was stressing you out. you wanna sleep already.

that’s when you felt tears prick to your eyes. it was surprising, really. the moment all you felt was stressed from the piles of work you had to finish by yourself, to the burden in your chest collapsing beyond your emotions that you aren’t able to hide anymore.

tired. you were tired.

the small beads of tears came down to your face one by one, eyes wide—stunned. all arashi did was gasp a bit, yet she smiles so softly afterwards. it was like she knew this was going to happen eventually. emotions are always often easily broken down once someone asks, ‘are you alright?’ but for you, you just needed arashi to see through. steadily and slowly, you cried. it was…relaxing. for the past few days you’ve been crying to yourself alone in this mere room. no sense of comfort of anything…if only anzu was there, she’d be the one giving her upmost support to you as somebody who helps her out with her duties. yet again…she’s not there. here. with you.

however, having someone like arashi seeing you in a vulnerable state like this was quite humiliating—to the fact you had to cover your face with both of your hands to hide your tears and low snuffles. slowly, you can hear footsteps approach to your figure in every step she took. and out of nowhere, she pulls you into a tight hug, cooing you down like an awoken infant. the way she did it was warming you like an open campfire, mesmerizing, warm and…something you can’t get your eyes off.

arashi was a burning fire in your heart.

“shh…shh, it’s fine…” arashi whispers, like an angel as she stroked your hair with such tender. almost like her fingers were combs itself. you quiet down as she told, and hugged her back, retrieving more of the warmth you were feeling in your entire self. “you worked so well today, y/n-chan~ i’m so proud of you, you have no idea. even tsukasa-chan was proud…we’re all proud of you.”

such a small sentence yet that felt like a huge impact landed on you.

“say, let’s head to bed now, shall we? i’ll sleep beside you if you want,” she’s questions, looking over at you as you both pulled away. “you can pause the work for now. time for bed~” before you even got to reply, the two of you were now laying down on the spare futons that were laid down on the floor of the napping room. the atmosphere was different. probably because you were here with the one and only sister of the knights unit. with you arms tangled around hers, did both of you stared at each other’s eyes was much endorsement. she looked so…beautiful.

“my, my, don’t keep staring at me like that, y/n-chan, i just might fall in love with you,” you heard her say, and you immediately avoided your gaze away from hers. she laughs, softly. “sorry, sorry~! i was just teasing you~ your face really did turned red, how adorable~” arashi cooed, and you whined. “seeing you overwork like that worries me a lot all the time, you know? sometimes i even wondered if you ever get any vacation. your eyes are baggy. come with me tomorrow~ i’ll get those away in a quick pace~!”

you chuckled, voice a little hoarse from tiredness. “there’s no need to. tomorrow’s another important day for your unit, i wouldn’t want to barge in your schedule that i arranged personally myself…” arashi frowns a bit upon your reply. “don’t say that, you’re gonna ruin your gorgeous face, y/n-chan…” a hand was placed over your cheek, warmth from the knight member’s hand with a gentle grin smiling from cheek to cheek. “you’re a beautiful person, y/n.”

you smiled back. “and you’re…a very beautiful woman, arashi-chan.”

arashi’s eyes widened. stunned from what you had just said. her breath shaken, yet she smiles again afterwards—tini tiny pricks of tears of joy snuck into the corner of her eyes who smiled along. out of nowhere, she pressed a small peck against your forehead, and you jolted up.

“geez, do you want me to sleep or keep on teasing me? arashi-chan…just make your mind up…already…”

she then stretched out another beam, “i wanna stay with you that’s my decision. let’s sleep together, y/n-chan—huh?” the girl was frozen, eyes locking down on your very own body as you were already asleep, right in front of her point of view. arashi laughs, though all she did was snuggle right into your side, covering the blanket over the two of you cuddling.

being with you wouldn’t be so bad. after all, that was the first time ever somebody complimented her like that. with that word all she ever wanted to hear from her beloveds.

looking at you one last time as arashi’s eyes also began to grow drowsy, she whispers, “consider that as a reward kiss, y/n-chan…and..” she landed one last peck onto your forehead. “a good night kiss. hehe~ sweet dreams, y/n-chan.”

a/n: this is too short for me omg i’m so sorry ToT I HAVE SO MANY MORE REQUESTS TO DO

requests: closed </3

#lucy works 🍕💗#lucy’s works 📚✨#ensemble stars #enstars #ensemble stars x reader #enstars x reader #arashi narukami #narukami arashi #arashi narukami x reader #💌. lucyanswers

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sweet-flower-dreams · 1 year

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Hi! I'm here with a request! Arashi x fem reader who always loves wearing dress and skirts. But when they go on a date the reader wears a suit and acts like a gentleman. This has been on my for like a month or so. I hope this is oke have a nice day. :D

Lipstick Stains on White Collars

A. Narukami x F! Reader

Info: you take pride in being cute and fashionable, but what about handsome?

Warnings: none ?

Character(s): Arashi Narukami

“Y/N!! Your outfit is so pretty today~~”

Arashi would rather die than go a day without complementing you.

She finds you so cute, it would be a travesty to not tell you! She can’t help but look forward to seeing what you’re wearing that day, and she feels a little giddy when you ask for outfit advice. She also can’t help but buy you all sorts of cute clothes to match with her!! Couple outfits are definitely one of her favorite things ever because you both just look so good… She really regards you as such a cutie!

On dates, you always seem to surprise her. No matter where you go, you’re always so well dressed. Be it that you wore some super cute street wear on a walk, or a princess dress to a picnic. Arashi can bring her fair share of spontaneity, but you really take it above and beyond.

….

“Hey, Naru? We should go out today!”

“Ooh how exciting!”

With another day of work at ES coming to an end, you bid your darling a quick goodbye before rushing home. What will you wear this time? Maybe a lace top and shorts, or a dress gifted to you a while ago. So many options but nothing is really clicking… until you see a satin-y purple peaking out behind all the chiffon and ruffles! Izumi picked a suit out for you “for closet diversity” on your birthday, you thought you would never wear it. Turns out he knew what he was doing! The suit was well tailored, so you had no problems putting on by yourself. It was so nice to finally wear the reason Izumi kept randomly measuring you… it was kind of weird. You were so excited you didn’t even think about the possibility of being overdressed.

Honestly though? Who really cares!

“Oh my goodness… Y/N you actually wore it?! You look so… handsome? Pretty? Ahh you just look so wonderful!”

You were well aware the suit would do it for her, but you didn’t think she’d be this pleased with it. Arashi could help but trail her hands across your shoulders, over the high quality fabric. She was so used to you looking super cute, but handsome Y/N? That’s a whole other conversation. It really made her flustered when you started acting like a knight almost! Claiming your only being chivalrous to a lovely lady such as herself,

You both settled on a nice restaurant to go to, but even then she could not keep her eyes off of you. The whole time she had a rosy energy about her that you couldn’t help but share. After dinner, you thought you would take some pictures since you both looked so nice! Arashi, with her baby blue three-piece pant suit, and you in your fancy suit… I mean come on who wouldn’t want a picture?

Arashi wanted a very specific kind of picture for herself though. After you got your nice post-worthy shots, she pulled you by the tie and asked a silly little question.

“You don’t mind if I dirty your collar a bit, right?”

You, who was none the wiser to her mischief, said of course not! Of course you didn’t mind, you could just wash it off right?

Then Miss Arashi Narukami, giggling to herself all the while, landed a bunch of red lipstick kisses all over your face! Not just that, she got a couple on your neck and collar. Red lipstick! You’re either gonna have great time washing that out or just never wear it again… but I mean is that so bad? Maybe, depending on who you are. (Izumi will not be happy.)

While you were still dazed from her little stunt, she took a few selfies with you… which may or may not end up on her private insta/ close friends story. Have fun explaining this…

A/N: this went on a bit longer than intended but I love my girl sm… LITERALLY WHEN I GOT THIS ASK I STARTED GIGGLING I LOVE ARASHI SM. she’s my 4lifer. anyways hope u enjoyed this! I enjoyed writing it way too much, so I hope it’s good >_<

#enstars x reader #enstars #lumi scribbles #arashi narukami #arashi narukami x reader #x f reader #arashi x reader #dearest request #enstars x female reader #girl on girl violence/j #I love getting asks abt my faves.#too sweet for life

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kazemiya · 2 years

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MASTERLIST ヽ(´o｀；

★彡 Fine

Tenshouin Eichi

Tori Himemiya

Wataru Hibiki

Yuzuru Fushimi

★彡Trickstar

Makoto Yuuki

pining headcanons with Makoto

Hokuto Hidaka

Cute couple things between the two of you

How to steal a Princess’s Heart (SMAU)

Subaru Akehoshi

Avoiding your crush

Mao Isara

Mao x gn!reader that is a make up artist during a photoshoot

Getting jealous after attending s/o’s concert

★彡Ryuseitai

Kanata Shinkai

Flowers that I associate them with

Flower shop AU + Kanata

Tetora Nagumo

Chiaki Morisawa

Flowers that I associate them with

Taylor swift lyrics that represent you and them

You were a fan !?!

Cute couple things between the two of you

Chiaki in a relationship

Shinobu Sengoku

Midori Takamine

Short s/o trying to carry them

With a gn! Tall reader

★彡Alkaloid

Mayoi Ayase

Aira Shiratori

Aira with a gn!reader that likes having their hair played when they are stressed

Hiiro Amagi

Getting jealous after attending s/o concert

Short s/o trying to carry them

Pretending to be your lover

Sleeping during cuddling

Tatsumi Kazehaya

Tatsumi with a s/o that spends too much money on him

★彡Eden

Ibara Saegusa

Reader that is oblivious to their advances

You were a fan !?!

Nagisa Ran

Date headcanons with nagisa

Mermaid!Nagisa and fisher!reader

With a painter s/o

You were a fan !?!

Hiyori Tomoe

Jun Sazanami

Going to a cat cafe

Cute couple things between the two of you

★彡Valkyrie

Mika Kagehira

Soothing his sore throat

Shu Itsuki

Flowers that I associate them with

With a painter s/o

★彡2wink

Yuta Aoi

Yuta x gn!reader that is a make up artist during a photoshoot

Hinata Aoi

Hinata x gn!reader that is a make up artist during a photoshoot

Reader that is oblivious to their advances

Sleeping during cuddling

★彡Crazy B

Kohaku Oukawa

kissing headcanons with kohaku

Napping headcanons with kohaku

Avoiding your crush

Reader that is oblivious to their advances

Kohaku with a Ballet s/o

Rinne Amagi

HiMERU

Flowers that I associate them with

Niki Shiina

Flowers that I associate them with

★彡Undead

Adonis Otogari

Rei Sakuma

Sakuma brothers with a sickly, little sister who over-studies herself (platonic)

Kaoru Hakaze

Coffeeshop AU

Koga Ogami

★彡Ra*bits

Mitsuru Tenma

Cuddling headcanons with Mitsuru

Hajime Shino

Cuddling headcanons with Hajime

Nazuna Nito

With a tall gn! Reader

Flowers that I associate them with

Sharing earphones with Nazuna

Love makes us do silly things

Tomoya Mashiro

★彡Akatsuki

Kuro Kiryu

Keito Hasumi

kissing headcanons with keito

Souma Kanzaki

Flowers that I associate them with

★彡knights

Tsukasa Suou

Fake dating + Tsukasa

Flowers that I associate them with

Arashi Narukami

Pretending to be your lover

Soft hours with Arashi and Ritsu

Cute couple things between the two of you

Leo Tsukinaga

Leo dragging you to sleep

Getting jealous after attending s/o concert

Going to a cat cafe

Royal au

Taylor Swift lyrics that represent you and them

Leo and his muse

Izumi Sena

When you think they aren’t listening

Getting jealous after attending s/o concert

Love makes us do silly things

Ritsu Sakuma

Ritsu and matching flower things

Sakuma brothers with a sickly, little sister who over-studies herself (platonic)

Forgotten memories

Soft hours with Arashi and Ritsu

★彡Switch

Tsumugi Aoba

Natsume Sakasaki

College roommates with Natsume

Natsume dragging you to sleep

Studying late in the library with Natsume

Taylor Swift lyrics that represent you and them

Midnight snack runs

Sora Harukawa

★彡MaM

Madara Mikejima

#masterlist

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genshinlover101 · 2 years

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Childhood friends to Lovers troupe with Keqing, Ayaka, Yoimiya, Lisa, and Kokomi? Thank you 🙏🙏

Childhood Friends to Lovers

Characters: Keqing, Ayaka, Yoimiya, Lisa, Kokomi x gn!reader

Warnings: none

A/n: Ah simple yet one of my favorite troupes to write for 😎

• You watched Keqing grow up from a young girl to a remarkable woman. Liyue’s Yuheng nonetheless was achieved by nothing short of her power and tenacity.

• Keqing had two favorite people growing up, you and her Grandfather. Nobody could deal with her stuck-up attitude, so she naturally only got close to you with her Grandfather no longer present.

• She didn’t depend on anyone, not even the Archons themselves. But the more you relied on her, she found herself relying on you. It’s not like she needed you, but socially you two isolated yourselves in a little bubble from the rest of Liyue.

Keqing was always unintentionally harsh with her words, her title as Yuheng didn’t necessarily help. Because of these two factors, many decided actively to keep their distance from her. That was except you, even as she grew older and her words grew harsher, you never left her side.

You sat together enjoying dinner at Wanmin after a night of endless shopping, two of Keqing’s favorite pastimes. Suddenly she began to get sentimental, “I often reminisce on the times when we were children. And I’d like to thank you for sticking by my side.” She was speaking oddly formal with you.

“Of course Keqing, you don’t have to thank me,” you could tell she didn’t believe your words of dismissal.

“No really, I feel you could do so much more. Spend your nights achieving great things in Liyue. But our relationship prevents you from networking,” she looked shameful. “It's just as others say, if I never had this spiteful personality I’d be more approachable. And with you by my side, others assume the worst.”

“Then pay no attention to them,” you held her hand from across the table. “Why do you think I’ve been with you since childhood? Without you, I am not complete.”

“Then I’ll hold you accountable,” she blushed slightly at your bold statement. You were determined to shed her if her insecurities of you.

• When Ayaka’s parents passed at such a young age, you were the only one there for her as support. Ayato as the eldest son was far too busy to deal with Ayaka.

• You remember all her sleepless nights crying in your arms when she realized her mother was never coming back. You sympathized with her becoming her closest friend.

• She grew up to become the Shirasagi Himegimi- a literal princess is Inazuma. Even though you had undeniable feelings for her, you felt you couldn’t even hold a candle to her greatness.

With the announcement of the Vision Hunt Decree, the Yashiro Commission grew hectic. Ayaka being the head of the snake to the rebellion on Narukami Island, grew stressed and unstable. At one point she found herself outside your room late at night, like when you were younger.

You two lay facing each other, although you were much older, Ayaka still found comfort when sleeping beside you. She reached for your empty hand, embracing the warmth of it. “Remember when we were younger, we would sleep together frequently? that was nice.”

“I do remember,” you said, your heart racing out of your chest. Since then much had changed, including your feelings towards Ayaka.

“I wish we could do this more often. I miss sleeping beside you,” you wondered if she meant it. And if she did, did she understand the connotation behind it? That you two weren’t children anymore, and how two adults don’t sleep in the same bed without underlying meanings.

She closed her eyes and you heard light breathing from her. After a couple of minutes, you assumed her idle figure was asleep already, and you couldn’t help yourself but shuffle a little closer to her body. Closing your own eyes before you heard a gentle, “thank you for allowing me to sleep here for the night, I love you,” From her.

• Yoimiya as a young girl was naive and nothing more than trouble. She would get herself in scrimmages because of folklores she heard the grown-ups talking about. Often dragging you along.

• Every kid in the neighborhood wanted Yoimiya on their side, she was so popular. But something about you drew her to you. Out of everyone she would choose you, she still would even as you two grew up together.

• You two were like two peas in a pod. Yoimiya grew smarter and became the adult telling the folklores. You watched her grow up to be a fine young lady, something she was destined to be.

Yoimiya was nothing short of beautiful. The Naganohara Fireworks business booming because of her spiffy attitude and her handiwork. Everyone’s sons lined up to be wedded to her. But in her father’s eyes, nobody was qualified for her hand in marriage except you. However, in Yoimiya’s eyes, she belonged to nobody.

You both sat atop a random grassy hill on Narukami Island, Yoimiya feeling down in the dumps because of her father. Because of his poor hearing, he spoke louder than most. This time around, he yelled on the streets asking you when you were going to propose to his daughter.

Frankly, it was embarrassing for Yoimiya. You had already come to terms with your feelings for your childhood friend, yet you only pretended it bothered you for her sake. “I’m sorry about my father,” she said somberly.

“It’s no worries Yoimiya. Trust me I don’t mind,” you felt a little off lying to her. And most importantly lying to her. “You know I’m always here for you right?”

She buried her head deeper into her legs, curling into a compressed ball. “I know, I just don’t like when he acts like that. I mean, it’s crazy right?” It sounded as if Yoimiya was trying to convince herself of her own words, afraid you’d find her disgusting if you found out her mutual crush on you.

“I don’t think it’s crazy,” you admitted. She couldn’t believe her ears, but she wanted to believe it so badly.

“You really think that?” She murmured.

• Lisa was a prodigy despite her lazy attitude towards everything. No matter the importance she was always falling asleep, so you followed her to Sumeru Academy to prevent her from falling under.

• Thanks to you she stayed on top of everything, she believed she owed you a lot even though it was all her doing. She said you were moral support.

• When you both grew up you followed her to Mondstadt where you continued to be her moral support. You watched her become the Purple Rose in everyone’s hearts. It didn’t take long for Lisa’s duties to override your time with her.

“I noticed you’ve gotten closer to that traveler recently,” You mentioned dusting off some bookshelves. The past week you felt a significant difference in your relationship with Lisa. You felt she was slipping from your grasp, and your hold on her was weakening.

“Ara~ that cutie? Yeah there’s something about them that’s different from the rest, I feel as if they can save us from Stormterror’s reign.” Your teeth clenched at the nickname.

“But can we rely on an outsider? I mean, we really know nothing about them,” you hid your intentions behind your fake smile. Lisa wasn’t dumb though, growing up with you she knew exactly what game you were playing.

“Oh do I sense jealousy?” She approached closer, running her hand over your shoulders with a playful smirk. Her voice echoing with sultry through your eardrums. “Don’t get me wrong that darling has much potential, but allow me to put your mind at ease.”

She went to a small whisper in your ear, “In my eyes, nothing is more interesting than you.” She giggled lightly, her lips brushing your earlobes causing you to blush madly. “remember that okay?”

• As a young girl Kokomi was strangely introverted for how much attention she received as the future Divine Priestess. Being one of her few friends, she chose you to be her closest attendant.

• As Kokomi came to age, she had many people attempt to court her. The difference between you and them was motives. They sought Kokomi out for power, political stance, and service. You loved her for who she was but in secret.

• No matter how rich, how stunning, or how strong each candidate was, Kokomi would reject them without hesitation. You would wonder as to why, she was a budding young woman, and had much potential.

There it was, another suitor kissing the back of Kokomi’s hand as they’re sent off. You’d never openly admit it, but it killed you inside to see a bunch of random diplomats attempt to seduce your best friend. You watched from afar behind the corner. Clutching your chest you got lost in your thoughts. Why did it even bother you so much in the first place?

“Are you okay?” Kokomi inquired, you didn’t even notice her approach you. She gently grabbed your hand and took it away from your chest. “You’re always so rough with yourself, please be gentle for me.”

“Ah, sorry Kokomi. I didn’t mean to worry you,” you still found it a little hard to stray your thoughts from Kokomi.

“No worries, I’m right here,” She placed your hand on her bosom. You felt her heartbeat strongly underneath her dress. You couldn’t prevent the blush that tainted your cheeks, avoiding eye contact to tame your feelings. “Hey, what’s wrong lately? You’ve never acted like this before with me?” You hesitated, what good would confessing to Kokomi do? Worst case scenario. she rejects you and you no longer have the same relationship as you did before.

“Could it be you’ve developed a little crush on me finally?” She smirked trying to make light of the situation. You couldn’t tell if she was joking or not, her smile seemed to have a deeper meaning. Her pale blue eyes try to read your feelings through your raw reaction.

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