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A/N: thank you so much for your support and I’m sorry for the looong wait (as always), I hope you enjoy this one! Also, kudos to my friendsies who helped me out with this one and beta read mwah I love y'all 💖
Summary: The Head of the Kamisato Clan doesn’t know how to relax, but his loyal servant and partner is always there to help out!
Words: 1.6k
“Milady,” Thoma said softly, poking his head into the room where Ayaka and some others were playing Genius Invokation TCG. “Have you seen Milord lately, by any chance?”
Ayaka giggled behind her delicate hand at something Yoimiya said before she turned around to look at Thoma. “Ah, Thoma,” she said softly. “Now that you mentioned it, I haven’t seen brother for a while now… I think he said he was going to his room for a moment after dinner.”
Aether chuckled as he carefully arranged three cards in his hand. “I bet he’s doing his fair load of work,” he said, looking up at Thoma with a smirk. “The Head of the Kamisato Clan can’t relax for even a second.”
Ayaka chuckled. “The traveler must be right, Thoma. Brother is probably locked in his room working. You know how he is.”
That was what Thoma feared. He sighed heavily, thanking them with a small nod and a smile before heading to Ayato’s room… and his—ahem.
Kamisato Clan, Yashiro Commission, Shuumatsuban. Thoma was well aware that Ayato had a lot on his plate, sometimes even more than he could take, so he fervently insisted that he enjoy his free time when he had it, but every time, without exception, Ayato found an excuse, a little distraction so he could sneak off to finish some pending task or start something new he needed to get going.
Thoma had always admired his hard work and dedication… but he certainly never envied him for his need to be working all the time. Even though he enjoyed all his daily tasks, Thoma eagerly looked forward to his days off and any distraction from work that might arise.
But Ayato was different and Thoma knew he wasn’t going to change overnight, but he would be there to make him enjoy his free time… whether he wanted it or not.
He swung the room door open forcefully, creating a pocket of air that sent papers flying all over the room. “Milord.”
Ayato visibly flinched at the sound of Thoma’s voice. His shoulders tensed, as did his grip on the pen in his hand. He turned around slowly, trying to look calm, nonchalant, as he smiled sheepishly at Thoma.
“Thoma… were you looking for me?” He asked with feigned innocence and Thoma raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest after closing the door behind him.
“Milord… I’d like to know what are you doing locked in the room when you could be relaxing in the hot springs?“ Thoma asked slowly, his tone a bit firmer than usual.
Ayato couldn’t help but chuckle, finding his behavior endearing to say the least. “Thoma, I just need to finish up some reports and other stuff…” he explained calmly, standing up from the chair to pick up the papers that Thoma accidentally sent flying. “I’m sure those hot springs will not go anywhere, will they?” he asked with a smirk as he gathered the papers and placed them back on the desk.
Thoma huffed, rolling his eyes. “They will certainly not go anywhere, but your time here will definitely end,” he explained, approaching Ayato. “This servant will not allow his master to spend the rest of the night stuck in work.” He hooked one of his arms around Ayato’s.
Ayato chuckled, looking up at Thoma with those sweet eyes he knew so very well Thoma couldn’t resist. “What about my partner? Would he let me finish my work for the night?”
A/N: omg I’m so so sorry for the long wait, I had a big of trouble writing this one, BUT I hope you enjoy it, Max! Thank you so much for your support this time as well you’re the best mwah 💕
Summary: Will someone ever win against Ayato?
Words: 1.6k
The daycare was filled with sweet, contagious giggles as Kirin covered her mouth and tightly shut her eyes, her cheeks flushing pink as her pigtails bounced around.
“Very well,” Ryuuichi clapped his hands together, a warm smile spreading across his face. “Kirin-chan lasted sixty-six… milliseconds,” he chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Kazuma-kun lasted the shortest stare of all the children, two milliseconds.” This caused Kazuma to tear up, but Takuma giggled and gently patted his back, calming him.
Ryuuichi continued, “Kotarou lasted an impressive sixteen seconds.”
The children hugged Kotarou, congratulating him for outlasting everyone with enthusiastic hugs and cheers.
“It seems Kamitani remains the champion of our staring contest.”
Ryuuichi wasn’t exactly sure how this staring contest had started, well… it actually didn’t really start as a contest at all. To pass the time while they waited for Usai to return from his walk with Midori, who had been a little too upset for some reason, Kamitani casually mentioned that absolutely no one had ever beaten him in a staring game.
Ryuuichi hadn’t doubted it– Hayato’s gaze was truly piercing and intense, and even without a staring game, he often found himself struggling to hold his gaze for long.
At that moment, Kamitani challenged him and Ryuuichi lasted an embarrassing ten seconds– even less than Kotarou. The children had noticed what they were doing and immediately wanted to join in, claiming that it was officially a contest and the winner would get something very special: a chocolate bar that Ryuuichi would buy in the afternoon and give to the winner the next day.
Ryuuichi was almost sure that Kata was going to beat Hayato, but after eleven seconds, instead of laughing, he started crying and hiding behind Ryuuichi, sobbing that his nii-chan was being mean to him, which, of course, made no sense.
All the children did their best, but there was really no one who could beat Hayato, probably only his mother. However, the children were not going to give up so easily.
“Taka,” Kirin said, hugging her little giraffe close to her chest. “What makes Hayato-niichama laugh?”
Taka blinked. “Nii-chan… uh…” He looked over at Hayato, his confused expression soon turning into one of horror, panic and disbelief. “I’ve never seen nii-chan laughing…”
There was a unison gasp that filled the nursery and Ryuuichi chuckled as Kamitani hit his little brother on the head, making him cry. Ryuuichi shook his head, seeing the sadness in the kids’ eyes. Kotarou was just influenced by it, but Ryuuichi knew he couldn’t care less about this whole ordeal.
“Hayato-niichama…” Kirin said with teary eyes, “… doesn’t know how to laugh?”
“I do know how to laugh,” Hayato answered. “You guys are really not that funny.”
Another loud gasp filled the nursery and this time tears streamed down the kids’ rounded and flushed cheeks, except for Kotarou.
“Hayato-niichama hates us!” Kirin cried, hugging her giraffe.
“Kamita hates us?” Takuma sobbed, looking at Kazuma who was already crying as if something really bad had happened.
“Stupid nii-chan!” Kata yelled, snot and tears and drool running down his face. “I hate you too!”
Ryuuichi sighed, looking at Hayato. “Kamitani…”
“What? I didn’t say I hate them,” Hayato said calmly. “I just said they’re not funny.”
Another wave of cries made Ryuuichi’s ears ring and he rubbed his forehead softly, Kotarou standing by his side, his little hand resting against Ryuuichi’s leg.
Hello everyone~
So I just wanted to let you all know that I’m not accepting commissions at the moment. I still have to do around four more fics hehe
However, i won’t be closing commissions completely, so you can message me if you’re interested in commissioning me and I can put you in a wait list kind of thing, (like PPY ❤️), so yeah that’s that.
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A/N: it’s been ages since I watched this anime and I didn’t even finish it fkdnfkfnf but I hope I made them justice and you enjoy this one, Maaaax mwah 💕
Summary: Daisuke likes to badmouth Haru’s house, but he’s a sensitive man… In more than one way.
Words: 1.9k
This wasn’t supposed to be happening. They were just having a good time with a few beers, (Haru), chatting about this and that at Haru’s home. However, without warning, the atmosphere turned tense and both men got caught up in an argument, unable to stop their words before they started saying hurtful things at each other.
“It’s not my fault you live in this mediocre mouse hole,“ Daisuke said, his tone a little too cold and condescending as he crossed his arms and looked away from Haru.
Haru couldn’t help but feel upset. He thought he’d grown used to Kambe’s hurtful comments, but he was sorely mistaken. It still affected him, perhaps a bit too much, especially when Kambe felt the need to remind Haru of their financial differences.
Haru never really minded the size of his own house. It was true, it wasn’t the biggest house, but it was his home, somewhere he could return to when the days were too long and tiring. A place where he could have a meal and a drink and a bed to sleep.
Who gave Kambe the right to talk about Haru’s house like that? Why would a kid born with a silver spoon in his mouth come and comment on anything about his house? The audacity to disrespect Haru while wearing his clothes, eating his food and drinking his water.
Haru started to feel less tipsy than he was angry, but he still knew he wouldn’t be able to formulate words to fight Kambe. So he just pouted, hugging his knees to his chest, as if subconsciously trying to make more room for Kambe so he would stop badmouthing his home. He turned his head away to avoid looking into his eyes.
Silence filled the room, the only sound that could be heard was their breathing and Haru taking sips of his beer. He could feel Kambe’s eyes on him, studying him, and when Haru glanced at him from the corner of his eye, he was almost sure he saw a hint of regret in his eyes. It could have just been the light, though.
“Listen,” Kambe said with a sigh. “I-,” he sighed again and Haru was almost sure Daisuke would groan at any moment. “I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have said that… It was dumb…”
Haru wanted to accept the apology, after all he had also been saying some not very nice things about Kambe, but that apology struck him as fake and in his current state, (drunk), it almost sounded as if Kambe was making fun of him.
“I’m serious,” Kambe mumbled. “You know I’m serious.”
Now it was Haru who wanted to groan. His pout became more prominent as did the frown on his brow. He took another swig of beer and tossed the can somewhere across the room while grabbing and opening another, taking a long sip, as if he wanted to gather the strength to speak again… but no words came out of his mouth.
Kambe had not only offended his house, his home, he had also trampled on his pride and one did not recover easily from that. Wasn’t it only fair that Haru made him beg a little longer? A second or third, (more sincere), apology would surely convince him.
“Kato, listen, I-”
“Kato Haru. 30 years old. Day of birth May 2nd. Blood type A.”
Haru looked up as HEUSC spoke over Kambe’s voice. Materialized in front of Kambe, who looked as surprised as Haru, was a green screen with the silhouette of a man right in the center, flanked by Haru’s personal information. It was only then that Haru realized, with a jolt of surprise, that the silhouette was his own.
Hey is the joint com thing still open?
Hello! Omg what is joint com? You mean joint commission with ppy? In that case yes! We still have two slots open ^^
A/N: Another one for amazing and kind and lovely and cute Maaaax ❤️ hope you enjoy this one as well! So happy to see Yamaguchi and reader finally taking the next step ddidndkdkddkdn
Summary: You bought tickets for a volleyball game as a surprise gift for Yamaguchi!
Words: 2k
Your backpack felt heavy, like you were carrying an anvil, but in reality it was just two tickets to a volleyball game you had just bought. A volleyball game that Yamaguchi really wanted to go to. You weren’t going to lie, the tickets were a little more expensive than you thought and the pinch you had to give to your savings was big, but that had been forgotten when you thought about the expression Yamaguchi would make when giving them to him.
He’d been talking about that game for weeks. You were always happy to hear him ramble about it, and when you saw that longing expression on his face, you knew immediately you’d do anything to be able to take him there. Now those tickets lay between the pages of your English notebook, waiting to be revealed in the afternoon when Yamaguchi and you were on your way home after school. You had planned everything carefully: getting the tickets, inviting Yamaguchi to a sleepover at your house on Friday afternoon, giving him the tickets, and going to the game together the next day.
The perfect plan, no doubt, yet you couldn’t understand why you were so nervous. You knew perfectly well Yamaguchi would love this surprise—were you just ridiculously excited? Your heart was pounding, your cheeks slightly flushed due to the accelerated flow of blood. The walk to school was endless, and upon entering your classroom, you felt like you were walking with the same hand and foot, you probably were.
Yamaguchi was already there and your heart leaped with excitement as you saw him approaching you with that bright smile of his.
“Good morning!” he said your name so… nicely.
The noise of your classmates’ conversations seemed to fade away as you focused solely on Yamaguchi. He led you to your desk, right in front of his.
“G-Good morning, Tadashi,” you stuttered, avoiding his eyes and hanging your backpack next to your desk. “H-How are you doing?”
Yamaguchi raised an eyebrow and your heart raced even faster as he narrowed his eyes, studying you closely.
“What’s the matter?” He asked, taking a step closer to you, causing you to step back in response.
“W-What? Nothing! I- ah, good morning, Kei!” Tsukishima, who had been watching the scene with disinterest, raised a hand and placed his headphones back over his ears, bobbling his head at the rhythm of the music he was listening to.
A sudden poke to your side made you jump and gasp, looking at Yamaguchi who looked at you curiously.
“You’re hiding something.” Another poke and this time you couldn’t help but giggle softly as you flinched away. “What is it?”
“I’m- I’m not-” another poke, “Tahadashi! I’m serious, I don’t-
“Good morning, class. Everyone take your seat, please.”
The shuffling of seats filled the room as all the students greeted the teacher. You shot one more glance at Yamaguchi before sitting down as well and reaching for your notebook. You almost couldn’t hold back a squeal when you felt a squeeze on your waist. Your arm immediately moved to your side, and you quickly glanced at the teacher who, luckily for you, was turned away writing an equation on the board.
You looked back at Yamaguchi, your eyes clearly saying ‘behave yourself, we’re in class!’, but maybe it was because of your blushing cheeks that Yamaguchi ignored you and kept pinching your waist and poking your ribs every time the teacher turned around.
A/N: big thanks to my always special and loyal commissioner MWAH MAX 💕 Thank you for your endless support and patience! I hope you enjoy thiiis 💖
Summary: The jealousy bug has bitten Aether! Luckily, his friends are there for him!
Words: 2.1k
The Serenitea Pot was exactly that, a heaven of serenity.
A sanctuary that Aether had carefully created for Paimon and himself. After their exhausting missions and adventures, they could unwind in this small realm, surrounded by peace and tranquility. It was a safe space where Aether could hide when he didn’t feel like traveling, fighting, or seeing anyone at all. A place where he could feel a little down and miss his sister without anyone looking at him with pity in their eyes.
It was also a happy place. A place where all his friends from across Teyvat could visit and hang out with him, drinking tea and just chatting and enjoying time together. This time, he had invited Gaming and Wanderer to a picnic in his stunning garden.
Wanderer, having visited his Serenitea Pot multiple times before, seemed unfazed, but Gaming, Man Chai, and Mini Durin were impressed, showering Aether with praise and inflating his ego.
Aether had prepared, (with Paimon’s help, who was rewarded with five sandwiches), a special picnic area. A blanket was spread out on the grass and there was so much food, snacks and candy from different parts of Teyvat that there was barely any room to sit down. As they settled in as they could, Man Chai and Mini Durin started running around, chasing each other playfully. Meanwhile, Aether couldn’t help but worry… how would Wanderer and Gaming interact?
Aether was well aware that they were complete opposites and that Wanderer wasn’t exactly the most patient person in Teyvat. However, their pets happened to be the perfect icebreaker. Before he knew it, Gaming and Wanderer were engrossed in conversation, bonding over their experiences with Man Chai and Mini Durin.
Gaming laughed, “Man Chai is always so bright in the morning! Always enjoys waking me up!”
Wanderer rolled his eyes with a groan. “Mini Durin as well. It’s so terribly annoying,” he said, but anyone could see the affection for the dragon in his eyes. “And he eats like he’s feeding a small army!”
Gaming snorted, almost spilling his drink. He coughed a bit, laughing softly. “Man Chai as well!”
Aether watched them awkwardly, struggling to find a way to join in their conversation. Just as he thought there was a chance to change the subject, one in which Aether could also participate, the two creatures dashed towards their respective owners.
“Man Chai!” Gaming giggled, gently nudging the little lion onto the blanket, and showering him with scratches in his tummy. Man Chai responded with adorable huffing sounds that Aether could only assume was some kind of laughter.
“Wanderer~” Mini Durin squealed in delight as Wanderer’s fingers wiggled under his chin. Mini Durin kicked his little legs, his wings flapping about as he giggled happily in Wanderer’s lap.
Aether watched the adorable scene unfold before him, and he should have felt happy, delighted that his friends were having so much fun with their pets, right in that place that he had worked so hard for, but… why was he feeling so grumpy?
Aether knew the answer perfectly, but he flatly refused to admit it. It was something extremely stupid and ridiculously embarrassing, and yet, he felt that sensation that made his blood boil and caused his stomach to twist in discomfort…
He was jealous.
Out of curiosity, is English your first/native language?
Hello! It’s not! It’s my second language hehe
A/N: Second Collab with wonderful @ppystkposts always lovely to work together with you~ ❤️ big thanks to our kind commissioner! We hope you enjoy it!
Summary: “You already think of me as your husband?!”
Or, the one where Kyle misunderstands and Joe is a little shit about it.
Words: 3k
The way Kyle’s face fell was nothing short of comical, his expression transforming from flustered, (face turned a deep shape of crimson, brow furrowed in distress, eyes widened in embarrassment), to utterly bewildered in a split second. The tension that had once filled the meeting room had long since dissipated, leaving the two of them, lost in their own little world. Kyle was still sitting at the head of the massive table, his current attitude nothing compared to the intimidating emperor-like demeanor he had displayed just a few minutes before. Joe standing right beside him like the loyal knight she was.
But she blinked and tilted her head to the side, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Kyle’s reaction.
The Deloah situation was certainly a big deal, but what was his deal?
“We- we are in love with each other…,” Kyle said, grumbling almost under his breath, his voice trembling in disbelief. “Am- Am I not part of your family yet, honey?“ Joe’s eyes widened. Kyle’s flushed face was not the only thing that was making her heart race, but also his words. Did he really just ask that?
Didn’t he know that she wanted him like someone from her family even from the beginning? When he hadn’t even started to have feelings for her? When they didn’t even exist in the same timeline?
A soft, tender smile spread across Joe’s face, her heart overflowing with warmth and her eyes brimming with love. Kyle’s adorableness was a never-ending source of delight for her, growing more pronounced with each passing day. She felt incredibly fortunate to be able to bask in his loveliness every hour, every minute, every second of fhe
Letting out a small laugh, she closed the distance between her and Kyle who was still sitting, and gently pinched his blushing cheeks. “Is that so? Did Kyle think he was already part of my family?” She teased with a bright grin, nearly laughing out loud when she saw Kyle’s eyes widen, his mouth drop.
“Are- Are we not?!” He asked scandalized, looking at Joe with almost desperation. “I thought- w-well… I thought you already… looked at me… like your husband…”
ACK! Joe nearly collapsed right there and then. That blow was critical! How was Kyle so cute?! Saying that kind of thing like it was nothing, unaware of the way his every word made Joe feel inside: heart skipping beats, butterflies filling her tummy, her imagination going wild!
But she remained with that teasing grin, hoping Kyle wouldn’t notice the blush creeping up her cheeks with how flustered he was at the moment.
Joe chuckled softly. “My husband?” she asked, humming softly as she lifted her hand, curiously looking at her left fingers. “I… don’t see a ring here?” She said, showing her ring finger to him. “Do you, honey?” She wiggled her finger and nearly laughed her head off when Kyle grabbed her hand and intently looked at her finger, as if he was stunned by the fact that there was no ring there.
“I- I… do you want to get married now?!” He asked with concern in his voice, and Joe bit the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Oh, goodness, Kyle was always so easy to tease!
“Hmm… well, aren’t you the one telling me to see you as my family?” she purred, her finger gently tracing his jawline, making him tremble. “Don’t tell me… did you imagine us with kids and all? How many? Three?” she chuckled softly as Kyle’s cheeks turned bright red.
She had seen right through him, huh? He was simply too cute and teasable for his own good.
“Oh, Kyle…” she cooed, cupping his cheeks and shaking his head a little. “Are our imaginary kids in your head very cute, lovely? How many of them have your hair? And mine? What do you think would be the combination of our hair colors? I hope you imagined them with your nose~” Joe laughed softly as Kyle covered his flushed face with his hands, refusing to meet her eye.
“What is the matter, honey?” she purred, trying to gently pry Kyle’s hands away from his face. “Are you embarrassed right now?”
“I just thought… you meant…” Kyle began and Joe smiled with a mischievous grin.
“‘She came after my family’,” Joe repeated her early words with a grin. “You thought I was talking about you?” Kyle nodded his head. “Aw, Kyle~ you’re so naughty~”
“Huh?!” He raised his face from between his hands, quickly finding Joe’s eyes. “I’m not!” he exclaimed and Joe giggled.
“You are! Are you even aware of how babies are made~?”
A/N: Collab with always precious and beautiful @ppystkposts commissioned by @kusuguricafe! We hope you enjoy this, thank you for your support!
Big thanks to always wonderful @lovelynim for beta reading this fic and also for providing the images used in this fic hehe mwah love
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Summary: Harumasa has a little visit during lunch break.
Words: 2.7k
Reports, reports, and more reports.
This was, without a doubt, the most mind-numbing and soul-crushingly dull aspect of his job, and, of course, the one he detested the most. As he sat there, staring blankly at the endless stream of paperwork, his mind inevitably wandered to his stunning girlfriend.
A goofy, soft grin spread across Harumasa’s face at the mere thought of her, his heart skipping a beat that sent a delightful shiver coursing through his chest and down to his stomach. His cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and he felt embarrassed for behaving like a smitten schoolboy with his first crush, unable to shake off the silly, lovesick feeling that had taken hold of him.
As he glanced at the clock on the wall, he realized that lunchtime was fast approaching, and a wild, impulsive idea suddenly came to his mind. He swiftly grabbed his phone and opened the messaging app, his fingers flying across the screen as he navigated to her chat, a sense of excitement and anticipation building in his chest.
He chuckled to himself, feeling exactly like an excited kid. He quickly glanced behind him, making sure the Deputy Chief wasn’t around and that Soukaku and Miyabi had their nose buried in their own work, (something he should be doing as well), and quickly answered her again:
Boosted… well, it didn’t matter. He quickly typed again:
His heart pounded against his chest; somehow he felt the exact nervous anticipation he had felt when he mustered the courage to ask Mocha to be his girlfriend. There was really no reason to feel so terribly nervous, but he was desperate to see her and get away from the stress these annoying reports were causing him. His heart skipped a beat as his phone vibrated in his hand with a new notification. He straightened his back and read the new message, letting out a sigh of relief.
Those five minutes, followed by the agonizing wait until lunch time, felt like eons to Harumasa. The clock’s hands seemed frozen in place, refusing to move. He would glance up, convinced that a good ten minutes had elapsed, only to discover with great horror that a mere sixty seconds had ticked by. He fought against a loud whine, frustrated to the core.
Finally, after three eternities, it was lunchtime and Harumasa jumped up from his chair, making it spin.
“Ah, Harumasamasa!” Soukaku’s voice stopped him. “Are you having lunch with us?”
He groaned internally as he turned around to look at her and Miyabi, smiling the kindest smile he could muster. “Not today. I’m having a little visit over lunch break, I need to go pick them up now– I’ll see you later!”