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Picking Up Kazutora From Jail Headcanons

#FreeKazutora, he didn’t do anything 😔 ok maybe he did do a little something

The moment you knew the exact time he would be released you started a countdown

He did too

As his release date got closer you started getting more excited

You’re so ready to hug him again

You haven’t seen him in so long

He refused visitors bc he didn’t want anyone to see him in there

It would’ve been torture, glass and/or bars always separating him from his loved ones

You bought him some new clothes to come home in and a couple of welcome home gifts

When the day finally comes, you arrive at the detention center early

Like 6 hours early

You keep asking the guard if the hours really matter, can’t he just come out now?

He’s done his time

But the guard keeps telling you about procedures and paperwork that needs to be signed

Like an hour before his official release time the guard comes over to you letting you know and takes the clothes you bought for him inside

You’re pacing back and forth now, checking the door every few seconds

Each time it opens and it’s not him your heart drops

When he finally does emerge from the doors, you sprint over to him

He’s carrying a small bag but drops it when he sees you

He starts running to you as well

As soon as you’re together your arms wrap around each other

You’re so happy you start crying

He’s tearing up a little, happy to hold you again

Squeezes you a little too hard but you don’t care

After you separate you just stare at each other for a while

He touches your face

“Your cheeks are so soft, I missed you so much”

You start to cry even more

He wipes your tears

“Don’t cry, I’m right here”

“You’re actually here,” you say, trying to convince yourself

You hold on to his wrists

“I am, and I promise I’m not going anywhere”

Rules

i love eatting dick anws ITS UR FAV POOPY DOOPY SHIT CAN I HAVE ANGST WITH US SEEING CHILDE CHEATING ON US WITH THE BIG MAN ZHONGLI if thats chill with u bro man

ZHONGCHI NOW?! WHAG (yea i'll try ig after i finished my ducking ahh wip)

baji is pretty but gross IK that man has a million icks

i’m finna get disrespectful.

tw: milo getting in baji’s ass.

baji keisuke is one dirty ass person. first of all, i have a feeling he sniffs his boxers to rewear them.. even after a fucking fight.

second, you know when guys get mad to the point they’re swinging at the air? him. ik he’s slipped and busted his ass in the shower and tried to grab onto the water, something, cheeks clenched with a growl leaving his lips bruh

third, he picks at his toenails. sorry not sorry. he’ll sit on the edge of the bed, scrolling through whatever while his other hand is picking at his toes.

finally, his pillow smells. he doesn’t wash his pillowcase and he drools all fucking night long so now he’s sleeping on a germ infested pillow that smells like morning breath.

i love baji though that’s my bae fr

Warnings: Profanity, angst.

“Again, does anybody have a lighter?” Price asked a little louder this time.

Soap gently elbowed Ghost on the side. Ghost only turned to look at him, tilting his head a little to show his annoyance.

They were almost in the middle of nowhere. At least they had electricity and water. What they did not have was a lighter, thus Price’s moaning. He was going to light up a cigar.

Ghost knew why Soap was elbowing him. Soap was referring to that lighter in Ghost’s pocket. The one he held personally for himself and himself only.

So, Ghost ignored the sergeant. Price had arrived in front of them by then.

“Simon, you smoke,” Price brought up.

“I don’t have a lighter,” Ghost said.

“You pray with it every night,” Soap muttered.

Price and Ghost looked at him. Ghost was practically glaring at Soap. Soap looked like he wished he had not said a word.

“Am I missing something?” Price asked.

Ghost said nothing and now Price was also looking at Soap rather intimidatingly.

“I… Ghost has a lighter,” Soap said.

“I don’t,” Ghost insisted.

Price now turned his expecting glare at Ghost. That got Soap a little confident to proceed.

“As I said, he basically prayed with it every night before he sleeps,” Soap continued.

“Just this once, Simon, I will lose my shit if I can’t get this cigar lit up,” Price said.

Ghost did not react at first, but seeing that the two of them were not going to let this go, he shot a final murderous glare at Soap before putting his hand into his pocket. He held the lighter in his palm and pulled it out of his pocket. 

Looking at the captain, Ghost almost did not want to hand out the lighter. However, he ended up opening his palm and revealed the lighter that sat on his palm.

It was as if the whole area turned frozen. Gaz had just walked in and saw the reveal. Even he stopped at his track.

The lighter was yours. It used to be yours. It did belong to you. It did not belong to you anymore. It belonged to Ghost now. You gave it to him before your last mission. The mission that got you killed.

Every thing was fine before that—no, every thing was perfect.

Ghost and you were basically a nightmare couple. A nightmare as in badass motherfuckers who got shit done effectively. Sure, there were flaws such as the constant passive-agressive flirting, recklessness, and tense eye contacts, but, damn… the two of you were great at your job together.

That last mission was indeed going to be your last mission because you decided to not renew your military contract and you both were about to get married. Without telling anyone. However, the others just knew. They always knew that the two of you would end up together one way or another.

Then, shit happened. The worst happened. The irony.

You ended up buried under the ground and became a memory. Ghost ended up here, with these three, more bitter than he ever was.

You always had his heart and it was buried with you. Whatever sentimental left in him, it was out of respect of the memory of you. Of the memory you both were about to make and never did.

Price, Gaz, and Soap never brought you up. Not since the funeral. Price tried and Ghost ended up walking out of the room without saying anything, slamming the door on his way out.

This would be the first time anything about you ever came up ever since that incident. Soap had no idea it was the lighter. Ever. So, his heart did not only stop when he saw it, it would blow up if it could. Gaz used to borrow the lighter to do tricks, so he would recognise it from afar. Price had his cigars lit up by the lighter a few times before.

The four of them were frozen there for quite some time.

“So, we don’t have a lighter,” Price concluded before anyone of them started bursting into either anger or tears.

“Yeah, we don’t,” Soap nodded. “Steamin’ Jesus.”

“You know, there’s a stove in the kitchen. You can light your cigar up with it,” Gaz brought up. “I’m about to cook something, too.”

“Right, right,” Price nodded before walking away.

“I’ll help make sure no one’s burning anything down and get us compromised,” Soap stated before leaving the area.

Ghost stayed where he stood a while after they left. He stared at the lighter for some time, thinking about what you might say if you were still here. None of them would be this messy. The four of them would likely be laughing right now of some stupid joke you made.

Maybe you were still here. He might be the Ghost, but you were the ghost now. Maybe you were laughing at them right now.

“Would’ve been nice if you’re here,” Ghost said under his breath before pocketing the lighter back.

So true

kazutora klo lagi berargumen terus merasa udh mau kalah pasti pake kata2 "iya deh cewek selalu bener"

BANGZATTTT WOY INI BNR BANBET GUA GA KEPIXKIEAN TRS GILIRAN DIA BWEHASIL PALING BILANG “YHAAA KICEP” sambil ngolok2

hello! if it’s not too much for you, can i request for mitsuya, draken and mikey attending their s/o’s funeral. thank you!

❀ TILL DEATH DO US PART | TOKYO REVENGERS

— the boys attend their s/o’s funeral

; w i t h mitsuya takashi | ryuuguuji draken ken | sano mikey manjirou

; w a r n i n g gender neutral, second pov (you/your), cursing, angst, hurt no comfort, au - canon divergence, mentioned canonical character death, reader death, established relationship, scenario

; a / n ah yes, we’re diving deep into our usual dose of angst. also, tsuya is what you call a japanese wake.

; l i n k s references to please don’t go as well as one’s curse to bear and i loved, and i loved, and i lost

; MITSUYA TAKASHI

Mitsuya hates white lilies.

His mother’s friends, Touman members, your family, the people who went to school with you and him… They sent a bunch of them. Bouquets of white lilies decorated the room and all Mitsuya wanted to do was burn them to the ground.

He hates white lilies. He realizes that the moment he entered the room to see a ton of them littered around, surrounding your casket.

He stops by the entryway, nose scrunching up in distaste at the smell. Hakkai places a hand on his shoulder, as if urging him to continue on and to stop him from backing out. Mitsuya wouldn’t have backed out, he wouldn’t have not come. He wanted to see you, maybe for at least one last time. It’s the least he could ever do.

There were no tears in his eyes when he entered nor when he walked to the other side of the room as people watched him, whispered about him as Hakkai took a few steps back to give him space.

No. The tears only sprung out when he finally stood in front of the casket that held you resting peacefully. It started out small, small little droplets like raindrops in a drizzle. And then he was biting on his lip, shoulders shaking, trying to stop the sobs from leaving his mouth as he gazed at the picture where you were smiling.

Propped up on the very center for everyone to see. A field of grass with a big oak tree at the far back. The sun was setting behind the camera, obvious from how the skies were a pretty mix of purple pink and how it painted you orange.

Mitsuya remembered that picture. He was the one who took it. In the summer two years ago, first year of highschool, when he took you out for a picnic. The clothes you wore were loose, flowing with the wind, hair ruffled as you smiled with your eyes closed, the shine of the sun hitting you perfectly, that you looked golden.

You were beautiful.

It was what made him finally break down.

He was falling to his knees before he could stop himself, trembling with so much anger and pain. Hakkai was trying to help him up, bring him back, but Mitsuya was spiralling. He didn’t care about the whispers nor the stares, he was mourning. He was mourning, he was losing you, he already lost you.

Mitsuya hates white lilies and summertimes and he will forever do so. It’ll remind him of what he lost and the vivid day that brings back only bittersweet memories.

; RYUUGUUJI KEN

This was the third funeral he’d ever attended.

The first one was Baji’s. Someone he watched grew up, someone he watched joke around and bring up the idea of creating a gang with Mikey as the leader. Someone he watched die.

The second one was his first love, Emma. Someone he loved from the very start, from the moment he met her, from the moment he saw her. Someone he wanted to grow old with, someone he wanted to protect and take care of.

The third one was the person who helped him stand back up after his fall from the tower after Emma’s passing. The person who was always there, patiently holding his hand even when he didn’t ask them to. The person who he gradually fell in love with. Not because he didn’t love Emma, but rather because he respected her wishes to be happy.

The person that was you.

You who grabbed his hand when Mikey walked his own path. You who reminded him that yesterday was over but there was still tomorrow to look forward to. You who taught Draken how to love again.

Draken feels sick as he sits on the same spot he did years ago, more than a decade ago. At the very front with his back straight, shoulders high, fists clenched on his lap as silent tears trail down his cheeks.

Years had passed but he felt fifteen again, losing the person he loved the most. The person that had carved a place in his heart, so deeply that nothing could ever replace it.

You didn’t replace Emma and Draken didn’t love you like how he loved Sano. But it didn’t change the fact that he loved you still. You weren’t Emma and Emma wasn’t you. He was well aware of that. But it never did change his feelings for you.

Emma carved a part in his heart, and you did the same on the other side. But just like Emma, you left it bleeding as well. Left it bleeding and dying, with nothing to ever heal it.

Where had he gone wrong? What had he done wrong? Why does he keep on losing the people he loved? Why does he keep on losing everyone dear to him?

Cursed.

He was cursed.

Ken sits there, not knowing how much time has passed. Not noticing anything happening around him, not knowing anything. Only the fact that you were gone and he’s now forced to be alone once more. Now forced to drown.

This time, there’s no one like you who’ll come around his life ever again.

; SANO MANJIROU

How many tsuyas had he attended? How many more does he have to attend? How many people does he still have to lose?

Shinichiro, Baji, Emma, fuck even Izana. And now you?

Manjirou had attended too many, far too many one should attend in such a short life, in such a young age. Far too many funerals that were for the people he loved, the people he wanted to save and protect, the people he wanted to save him.

Once upon a time, Mikey had a lot of people with him. His family, his Touman, his love. All these people that surrounded him, so many people that cared. And then they slowly start to leave, slowly start to pass the bridge, to the point that Mikey starts avoiding the rest because he doesn’t want to see any more people leave before him.

Once upon a time, Mikey had a lot of people with him.

And then there were none.

Because the moment he lost all of them, Mikey lost himself as well. Manjirou was nothing without them. So there was no one left. Only a husk of who he once was.

Manjirou sits there, holding a white chrysanthemum. A flower for grief and goodbyes. A flower he offers you for the last time.

He remembers. The first flower he had ever gifted you was a red chrysanthemum, handed to you with a soft smile at the tender age of fourteen. A symbol of love, a great contrast to its white counterpart.

Back then, Mikey thought that he would never lose you. That death had missed you by an inch. That Emma was the last person to be taken from him. That he would be with you forever and a day more.

He was wrong because now he sits in that room, not caring that people were suspiciously looking at him. He may be Bonten’s leader but he’s your lover first and foremost. He falls deeper into the darkness with no you to help him back up as people watch him cautiously, ready to call authorities.

They didn’t need to worry. The only person he’s going to kill today is himself.

And then there were none.

hiiii!!! may i request fragrant mashed potatoes + sweet madame + mint jelly and pop’s teas + dango milk + ketchup <3 maybe like back when he was still kunikuzushi, he had a lover, and before joining the fatui he promised to return to them? tyy!!

‿୨♡୧‿︵ BON APETIT MY FELLOW CUSTOMER ! ︵‿୨♡୧‿

name of order: we’ll meet again

date: scaramouche (w/ gn!reader)

receipt: fragrant mashed potatoes (scaramouche) + sweet madame (reunion) + mint jelly and pop’s teas (fluff with comfort) + dango milk (normal/normal au) + ketchup (hc scenario/bulleted form)

spices: spoilers to inazuma archon quest, spoilers to scaramouche’s real name, fluff/comfort, mentions of fighting, reader can shapeshift into a fox like yae, and this fic takes place during the 2.2 event (except scaramouche doesnt show up in the actual event)

ingredients: he promised that he’ll come back to you as soon when he grows powerful enough. he just didn’t think he’ll meet you this way.

chef’s note: wahh this is such a cute idea !! tysm anon for requesting, i hope this is to your liking <<3

there was once a time when scaramouche went by another name.

kunikuzushi was a name that’s nothing but a reminder of a harbinger’s past. a reminder of a mere prototype puppet who was kicked out by the raiden shogun herself, a “wandering eccentric“ who goes by no name until an act of revenge against a certain blacksmith,

and a lover of a certain inazuman who resides in tatarasuna, working under the guuji of the grand narukami shrine.

scaramouche could only wonder aimlessly if you were still waiting for him after so many years. are you still working for the grand narukami shrine? are you still as kind as he used to know you before when he first met you? do you even remember him if you ever see him?

the harbinger could only cover his face with his hat in shame. shamed that he never got the chance to come back again after so many years even when he vowed to return just for you.

the vow still stands in his empty chest that holds no heart, but would you say the same?

“fear not, dear kunikuzushi.” you said reassuringly, patting the man’s head with a smile. “no matter how time has long passed, i will always be here in inazuma waiting for you.”

you then gave him a large hat, something that he swears to himself to cherish. “take this as my farewell gift. if you ever miss me as much as i will be to you in the near future, you could always wear this hat and remember me.”

will you ever know how he rarely removes the very hat that you gave him?

you hoped he did.

you hoped, just like how a loved one does when a soldier goes to a war, that your dearest kunikuzushi is alright. you hoped, just like how a lover does when they think about their spouse, that he is happy as he could ever be even if you’re not the reason. you hoped, just like how a lover does when they’re away from their spouse, that he still thinks about you just as much as you do with him.

you just keep hoping and hoping as years go by, often visiting the place where you bid him farewell whenever you have the chance, only to sigh in dismay when you couldn’t see kunikuzushi anywhere.

“i suspect that i might find you here,” yae miko spoke up, walking towards you with a small smile on her face. “i was looking for you around the shrine for a task. is something on your mind?”

you slowly look away from the view of your old home that’s now ruined by the harsh thunderstorms in the past, looking at the guuji with a reassuring smile. “i’m just checking up on my old home as the usual, i apologize for not coming back sooner and worry you.” you replied.

“no need for the apologies. it’s not like this is your first time getting away and get distracted.” the woman reassures you with a chuckle.

there was no single soul who’s aware of your relationship with the lone puppet that the raiden shogun discarded except yae miko. although the woman isn’t quite fond of how you’re often distracted unlike before, she couldn’t blame you.

it’s just a shame that the fatui found him, the woman knows fully well that he won’t be able to come back to inazuma anytime soon but didn’t see the point in telling you, not wanting to destroy that hopeful look plastered on your face that she had grown used to see everyday.

“may i ask what task would you like me to fulfill, lady yae?” you ask.

“i’m afraid it’s not like any other tasks i’ve given you,” she warns, crossing her arms with an apologetic smile. “i need you to keep an eye on a certain harbinger that’s been lurking around the land. he’s a tall ginger-haired man with a hydro vision.”

you felt yourself stiffen at the mention of harbinger. “…does this harbinger have something to do with… kuni?” you ask hesitantly.

the woman shrugs in response. “unfortunatley i’m not exactly sure of the purpose of the harbinger’s visit to inazuma, but i suspect it has something to do with kunikuzushi and the electro gnosis – which is why i need you to keep an eye on him for now and see if he’s going to cause trouble.”

your heart leaped at the guuji mentioning your lover’s name. does this mean he hasn’t left the nation?

”i.. i’ll see what i can do, lady yae.“ you spoke, bowing your head to the woman before rushing down from the mountain, leaving yae miko alone with herself.

“..i could only hope to ei that you’ll manage to encounter kunikuzushi, y/n.” the woman mumbled, sighing before walking away towards her shrine.

—

it took you an hour to finally find the harbinger that yae described.

sure, it was a hassle, but after exploring and asking certain adventurers exploring, you manage to find the harbinger that’s been lurking around narukami island.

you stood behind one of the sakura trees disguised as a fox, watching the eleventh harbinger walking out from the place where the traveler and his friends ran in, causing your eyebrows to furrow. why did he come out from it alone? did he lay harm on the traveler?

“where could he be?” childe mumbles with a sigh, scratching the back of his neck as he walks around the area. “he better owe me a thrilling battle by the time i catch that man.”

could he be talking about kunikuzushi, you wonder?

you slowly sneak around the harbinger, curious with the harbinger’s words. surely if the ginger is looking for your lover, then that means he could still be here and hasn’t left the island with the gnosis, right?

you stopped pacing when you realized something.

if… kuni is actually here, then why didn’t he come visit you?

you could feel your blood running cold from that thought alone, mouth slightly open in shocked. surely kuni would actually come to you when he had the chance..? but then again, he didn’t even show himself when he came here for the raiden shogun’s gnosis.

“oh? i haven’t seen a fox like you in the wilderness before..” childe spoke up, looking down at you with a curious look on his face. “you must be a rare breed. you don’t look like those foxes from that village nearby.”

you paid no mind to how the harbinger now stands in front of you, frozen from the thoughts that suddenly made your heart dropped in dread. if kunikuzushi is in inazuma right now, where could he be? why didn’t he come visit you like he promised? did he.. forget about you?

“unless…” childe then smiles menacingly. “you could be one of those beings that can shapeshift.”

the harbinger’s words were enough for you to finally cut yourself off from your thoughts, immediately stepping away from the man as he summons his blades. you should’ve paid more attention to your mission! yae would’ve been disappointed if she finds out that you got carried away by your dumb thoughts!

before things could escalate even more, the harbinger suddenly drops his weapons.

you watched in confusion at the sight of childe letting out a gasp, clenching his teeth at the sudden overwhelming pain inside his body.

“don’t you dare lay a hand on them.”

your breath hitched at the sound of his voice.

…kunikuzushi?

you immediately felt alarmed from the purple smoke surrounding both you and childe — who’s now on his knees to the cold ground trying to breathe. “is this… is this one of your stupid— stupid traps, balladeer?” he asks, clutching his chest.

without hesitation, you turn around and see your lover in all his glory, standing a few steps away from you as he glares at the fallen harbinger.

“and here i thought i was better off with leaving you alone and fool you about my whereabouts,” he spoke to childe, clenching his fists. “but you just had to try and fight my lover.”

“and here i thought… i thought the ferocious balladeer wouldn’t have someone to call a lover.” the eleventh harbinger retorts with a smirk, only to gasp out for air when scaramouche suddenly makes the air around him more venomous.

“come, y/n,” he calls out to you in a soft tone- something that took you by surprise because of his sudden change of tone. “let’s get out of here before that rascal gets his hands on us.”

he didn’t have to ask twice.

—

“are you out of your mind? why the hell did you go to that harbinger of all people?! he could’ve killed you if it weren’t for me intervening!” he scolds you as the both of you stay in a camp that’s far away from where childe was, both of you were panting in exhaustion from running away.

“i apologize.. but please believe me when i say i didn’t mean to have my cover get revealed.” you said, not bothering to change your fox form. “i just.. got distracted by my thoughts.”

he furrows his eyebrows. “and what could possibly got you distracted?!”

“..i.. i was wondering why you didn’t visit me when you came here for.. the gnosis.” you hesitantly explained, looking away from your lover’s strong gaze in shame. “i just.. i just felt confused a-and maybe hurt that you probably didn’t want to see me after so many years.”

the both of you fell silent.

scaramouche stares deeply at your fox form, feeling conflicted.

“…change back to your normal form.” he commands, causing you to frown in confusion. what is he planning to do, exactly?

nevertheless, you followed your lover’s command and instantly changed back into your human form once more, still looking down at the ground with a frown plastered on your face.

your eyes widens when you felt arms wrapped around your body into a hug.

“you idiot,” he whispered. “you have no idea how much i’ve wanted to do this ever since i saw you in the place where i left.”

your breath hitches from his words. he… he saw you? he’s been visiting the place as well?

you quickly hug your lover back as well, lips quivering. “why didn’t you come to me if you saw me then? did you.. did you not want to see me ye—”

“god no,” scaramouche interrupts, clinging onto you tighter than before. “don’t you dare think that i’d hate to see you or forgot about you! i just didn’t know if you wanted to see me…”

you let out a laugh, realizing that the both of you were thinking the same thing. “of course i wanted to see you for so long dummy..”

the both of you stayed in the position for a while, enjoying each other’s warmth for as long as you’ve desired after so many years of being separated.

“i miss you.” you both said to each other at the same time out loud.

Tears Of Themis | Click And Drag

This is my first try on a click and drag game so I hope you enjoy it!

If you post your results please reblog or mention where you can find the game that would be very kind! C: ~

Kamisato Ayato x Reader

Notes: just a small something since he came home. Gender-neutral terms, blood & injury mention, protective boyf Ayato✨

Cornered, you considered your options. Run and risk the two men chasing you? Fight back and risk a black eye at the least, all while your lover’s jacket turned dirty with your blood?

You really had no way out, pressing yourself impossibly closer into the alleyway as though it were possible for the wall to swallow you and transport you elsewhere. To think all this happened over a misunderstanding.

“You scum, wearing the Commissioner’s coat like that.”

You opened your mouth to protest, a hoarse and cracked sound pleading for a break. “No, I - “

The man puffed out his cheeks, an ugly red colour popping through his face in profound anger. “Unless you’re some whore who ran off indecently with the Commisioner, threatening to tear down his reputation!”

The man accompanying him scoffed, adding in another sentence before you could get a word in. “So which is it, are you a filthy thief or have you seduced our honourable Yashiro Commisioner?”

You sigh. The men were harassing you over borrowing Ayato’s coat to keep you warm from the cooling winds. You only wanted to run your errands around Hanamizaka in peace, not be cornered and threatened for something clearly trivial.

“Ah, is there a problem here?”

Thank Narukami. Your shoulders immediately relaxed upon hearing the familiar cadence of your boyfriend as he directed the men’s attention to him.

“They think I stole your coat!” You called over the men, seeing the silent confusion written on Ayato’s face.

The two men’s eyes widened comically as they looked at one another and shook their heads. “Commissioner! We were simply looking out for you! We aren’t sure what they were doing parading around in your - “

Ayato held a hand in the air to stop them from continuing. Clearly, these scoundrels held no respect or foresight whatsoever.

“It appears to me that you’ve unnecessarily cornered my partner,” Ayato motioned to your form huddled against the wall, still shaken but less scared than before, “surely the two of you can see that I am not in my coat now, yes? I fail to see why any of this is worth scaring them.”

“Lord Kamisato, we - “

“A clear oversight on my part. It seems that I haven’t done my duty as well as I would have liked.”

Ayato walks past the two men, stance and posture upright, determined, graceful. He approached you and carefully leans to capture your chin between his fingers, tilting it ever so slightly to meld his lips lovingly against your own.

Pulling back slowly and softly, a satisfied hum reverberating upon seeing your shocked and confused expression and sensing the two men still present behind him, Ayato gives them a pointed look.

“My duty is to protect those closest to me. If either of you approach them again, it will be your last.”

“You can’t possibly threaten us, that wouldn’t be a good look for you, Commissioner - “

“Ah,” Ayato grinned, “the two of you look familiar. I believe… yes. You two have committed numerous acts against the Tri-Commission in the past through petty games - namely tax evasion. I protect Inazuma and therefore, you two have disrespected the Raiden Shogun by neglecting your citizen’s duty. You understand the consequences of directly harming a Tri-Commission member,” he motions to you, as you were his and thus affiliated with the Yashiro Commision, “Perhaps that is enough cause to, eloquently put, stay quiet?”

That was enough to send the two into a flurry of apologies, profusely bowing before they ran out of the alleyway with their tails beneath their legs.

Ayato gave a soft smile, turning back to you and trapping you between the wall and him with his arm next to your head.

“Now, where were we?”

Red Carnations

Pairing: Childe x GN! Reader

Warnings: it’s just angst

A/N: i’m exhausted but i really wanted to write this. slightly based off Olivia Rodrigo’s song Driver’s License

Word Count: 3,127

Another letter, another batch of lies. The crisp pale paper sat on the table, delicate letters that spelled your name staring up at you. The red wax stamped with his insignia burned into your mind, filling every thought in your head, despite trying to go on with your day. Was it really worth it to open the parchment? Every letter that arrived on the doorstep, with the same handwriting scribbled onto it felt like another push out of his life. Paragraphs describing the beautiful blonde outlander traveller that had caught his heart made your chest hurt with every word that he wrote. How long had it been since you had last seen the young ginger Harbinger whose lopsided smile made your heart skip a beat. Though he had been sent away on a mission to Liyue, you stayed behind to manage your parent’s business in Snezhnaya. Everything could only go downhill from there. You took the seat in the back as you watched letters arrive at your doorstep with pages of Childe’s handwriting describing the new nation he was exploring and the people who he met. But in every letter, he never failed to mention the golden eyed beauty who was Lumine. In the darkest parts of your heart, you wished that Childe would stop sending you letters, that he would just forget about the best friend who remained smitten by him. Rapid knocks on your door interrupted you from your thoughts. A chorus of giggles erupted from behind your door and you bit back a sigh, knowing exactly who was standing out in the cold.

“Did big brother send you a letter too?!” Teucer greeted you the moment your door cracked open, his bright blue eyes looking up at you with excitement and curiosity swimming inside of them. Tonia apologized for the lack of courtesy from her brother, but you could tell that she too, wanted to know if you received anything. A part of you wanted to lie to the two young children, and tell them that Childe didn’t send you anything. But there was no way to deny the two pairs of ocean eyes that twinkled with curiosity. You could tell Tonia was hiding something behind her back yet you didn’t pry, instead, forcing a smile to your face and admitting that their elder brother had sent you a letter.

“Have you read it yet?” Tonia giggled and pulled out the object behind her back. It was another letter, but addressed to her instead. You opened your mouth to reply, but the young ginger haired girl was already speaking rapidly, explaining all that her brother had written in his latest letter. You watched in silence as Teucer stood up on his tiptoes to peak over at the words his sister was reading off and your breath caught in your throat. Teucer was almost exactly like Childe, in his actions and looks.

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