DEMON SLAYER TENGEN UZUI FANART
I haven't watched Yuri! On Ice yet, I just want to draw Viktor. • • • #art #artist #artistsoninstagram #yurionice #viktornikiforov #watercolor #anime #weeb https://www.instagram.com/p/CBDU9yGhM87/?igshid=15f7cby1gtg8f
Summary: You first knew Ayato years ago. He was handsome, charming, and loved to provoke a reaction from you. Yet, the love of your life, the next head of the Kamisato clan, left you. Now he was at your door, shocked to see you were home. If you put your anger aside, perhaps you'd learn why he had to leave you. You were one of the few who can cause him to lose composure after all.
Other info: Angst with comfort, hurt/comfort, 2.6k words, spoilers for Ayato's story quest in the first paragraph
(Inspired by his story quest. I wondered if something in Ayato's past could've made him more personally invested in the main conflict of the quest and it somehow turned into this. I hope you enjoy it.)
Passing by the notice board caused your stomach to drop once again. You knew it was irrational. The wedding was cancelled because it was merely a rumor to begin with. Nonetheless, it left a bitter taste in your mouth, churning up memories you thought you had put to rest.
You stopped in your tracks when you saw a figure at the front door of your home. He was tall, handsome, and elegant as always. You knew him well, many years ago.
You sighed as you approached the door and Ayato was startled to see you. He adjusted the collar of his kimono and you scoffed at his action. Despite now being older and more accomplished, he had the same telling habits when he was in an uncomfortable situation. He had better feel ashamed.
"My apologies," he told you. "I did not expect you to be home."
"What? Your informants gave you the wrong info?"
You struggled with the key at the door and when it opened, you glanced back at him, only to raise a brow at his expression. It was brief, but you were sure you had seen a small smile from him. You disregarded it.
Blocking the entryway, you stood in front of him and crossed your arms. "Why are you here, commissioner?"
His eyes widened, but only slightly, before clearing his throat. "I have business to attend to with your father," he told you.
"For the upcoming festival? He has more pressing matters at the moment. He left me in charge of it for now."
"Ah. I shall return another day then," he said with a polite smile, proceeding to leave.
"If you need to discuss something with me, you might as well spare me the pain and say it now." There was a deeper meaning to your words but you dared not to mention it now.
He fiddled with his sleeve, unsure how to reply. He resorted to a shrug and a chuckle. "I thought you despised being in my presence."
"I do."
Lightning striked in the distance, an ominous sign the skies would pour down with rain any minute. You sighed over the unfortunate circumstances.
"Come inside," you told him. "I have quite a few drafts that need approval. I was going to ask Ayaka but it seems my point of contact has changed to… you."
You gestured to him to come inside, and just as he stepped into your home, a trickle of rain began.
The inside of your home felt a lot smaller than usual. It was never as big as the Kamisato estate, but the last time you were both here was when you were much younger. Your retainer rushed into the room to welcome Ayato and to see if he would care for any refreshments. You went to your office in the back to retrieve the paperwork for the festival.
When you returned to the living room, balancing a stack of binders, Ayato quickly came to your aid. You pushed his hand away and walked to the table before dumping all your work on it.
Over the next few hours, the two of you discussed the drafts of the posters, brochures and other signage for the event. You needed to verify the accuracy of the information, not wanting to give the illustrators and designers the wrong information.
There were quite a few vendors selling goods at the festival, so it was a challenge to consolidate all of their information. Fortunately, Ayato was competent at his job and was familiar with each one like the back of his hand. Almost all.
"There's one more vendor from Liyue," he told you. "But I can't quite remember the name."
"Qingce textiles? You mentioned them earlier today."
"No, not that," he said, placing a hand on his chin. "I don't know if the spelling is correct. I will require one of my retainers to verify it for me."
"No need. I'm familiar with them," you told him. "I frequented their store." You dragged your pen as you wrote out their name. Traveling to Liyue in the past was a nice change of pace from the busyness in Inazuma. No, not the busyness.
You went there after Ayato called off your engagement.
"Have you heard from Watatsumi fisheries?" you asked him. "My father last told me they were still deciding on participating in the festival. Many people waited in line at their stall last year."
"That's a pity. I was told they ran out of their last batch of fish. A certain hired hand left them on the boat to spoil."
You widened your eyes in panic, wondering how your friend was dealing with the situation. But after spotting the slight uptick of the corner of Ayato's mouth, you rolled your eyes and returned your papers.
"That shouldn't be a problem for you, correct?" you asked.
"Of course," he replied. "Thoma also informed me they have plenty in their storehouses. Besides, they still have quite a bit of time before the actual festival to obtain fresh fish."
"So ultimately, your information was irrelevant."
"Perhaps," he told you. As you shuffled more papers, Ayato glanced at your empty cup. "You should get some more tea."
"I'll ask Mizuda to fetch it for me."
"I was implying you needed a break. I can continue here."
Your heart skipped a beat without your permission. Why was it that just after being with him for a mere few hours made you forget that you hadn't conversed in years? You ground your teeth, hoping his business with you would end swiftly.
When you returned from your tea break, you walked back to the living room with a cup in your hand.
"Is that… boba?" he asked. He glanced outside the window as the rain continued to pour down. "Where did you get it?"
"I made it."
You held out the cup and he stared at the drink in front of him. When he took it, his fingers grazed over your hand and he almost dropped the cup in the process. You eyed him, questioning his behaviour and he apologized for his uncharacteristic clumsiness.
The next few minutes were strange. Ayato knocked your biscuits off of their plate when reaching for a new sheet of paper. His sleeve got caught on the edge of his boba cup and caused it to flip over onto one of your binders. It was fortunately empty. You finally snapped when he dropped the ink bottle, which had just missed your rug.
"Ayato, what's going on?" you groaned.
"I–." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "It seems you still have this effect on me."
You bit your lip, picking up a few papers but you forgot why you needed them. "You–," you began before taking a breath to compose yourself. "You have no right to have any feelings for me."
Ayato was the boy who promised to go through everything with you. You were best friends turned sweethearts and he was elated to learn his arranged marriage would be with you. He loved to tease you yet you didn't mind. It was some of the few times he had fun as he diligently learned to be the next head of the clan.
You gripped the paper in your trembling hand, holding back tears threatening to blur your vision. "Why– Why couldn't you stay with me?"
He sighed as he leaned back in his seat. "You were simply the price I had to pay," he said, closing his eyes and head tilted towards the ceiling.
"What about me?" you snapped at him. "Don't you think I suffered as well?"
You knew he would be the next head of the clan. He prepared his whole life for it. But it was accelerated when his parents died. It was the burden he had to carry, you understood that. Despite this, the two of you promised to be with each other through these times and were excited to wed each other when you reached adulthood.
He continued to stare at the ceiling before rising from his seat and occupying the space in front of you. He bent down, knees on the floor, and, very gently, tucked in the edges of his kimono.
"I promised myself to never appear in front of you again," he told you. "I never considered an opportunity would arise to apologize to you."
He placed his forehead on the rug and you clenched your fists, your nails digging into your skin.
"I am sorry you had to suffer on my behalf."
"Don't you think it's too late? You never told me why you called off the engagement. Of course, I suffered! You got up and left without a word! How could you do this to me?"
Silence. He didn't give you an answer. Your sweet beloved had left you in a blink of an eye and yet he was here in your house.
You rubbed your temple. "Forget this. Let's just get back to work."
You picked up your pen but he hadn't moved from his spot. "Ayato?" You glanced below you; a small patch of the rug was damp.
You pulled him up. "Ayato," you said in a panic. Tears filled his eyes and coated his cheeks. He quickly hid them behind his hand.
"I've overstayed my welcome." He got up to rush out of your house but you took his hand. It required little force to halt his movements. The feeling of your hand in his had shocked him.
"Ayato," you said again, this time with a gentle tone. He bit his lip, attempting to steel his expression. But it was no use. The tears had already betrayed him.
"My love," you called him this time, and he turned around, embracing you in his arms. His sleeves spread over your back as his tears soaked your shoulder. You stroked his broad back in the same way he used to comfort you.
"Mizuda," you called your retainer and she entered the room. "Please retrieve a handkerchief for me." She nodded and left the room.
"You need not to worry about her," you told Ayato. "She's astute and tight-lipped. I trust her with my life."
He chuckled as he finally lifted his head. "How is it that you are comforting me when you have suffered unjustly?"
"Ayato," you said, staring into his eyes. "I was angry with you because you never gave me an explanation. I thought you didn't care about me anymore."
Your retainer returned with a handkerchief and Ayato wiped his tears. "This is quite amusing. After all these years of leading my clan, I am still very much immature. I am able to confront nobles, stand up against assassins, and uncover the deception of others," he takes your other hand, "but wasn't able to appear before you."
"Were you afraid I'd be angry with you?"
"No. I was afraid you'd be too understanding," he said. "And you would bear the cost of my decision alone."
You rubbed your forehead with the heel of your palm. "Now why would you do that– No, of course you would." He had his own way of dealing with his personal problems.
"I couldn't think of a solution that wouldn't cause you any pain." He released your hands and turned his head away from you. "I thought that you would at least have some consolation if you could direct your anger towards me."
"Is that why there was also an increase of suitors for me when you left?" you sighed. "Were you hoping I'd somehow be comforted by it?"
"No," he shook his head. "I had no hand in that. I considered it, but there was no one I could trust to take care of you."
You let out a sigh when your heart skipped a beat once again. "So why leave in the first place?"
"If I didn't, my sister–" He pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, disregard that. It was ultimately due to my incompetence that I could not fulfill my promise to you." His hand shook as he spoke, and he clenched it before hiding it from your view. "I could not rely on your family, lest we drag you down with us."
"Drag us down? Did you really think–?"
No. That wasn't it. He needed to ensure stability for his clan after his parents died. If it were only him left in the clan, the Ayato you knew would have run into your open arms, accepting any help you gave him. But if he chose you, he couldn't provide what his sister needed, a strong head of the family who'd forge a path for her. Her, along with the rest of his weakened clan and all who were under his care.
"You wanted to be able to stand on your own two feet." You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Incompetent indeed."
You didn't agree with him. Power dynamics didn't consume your mind like they did his. But now you could make some sort of reason behind his actions. Perhaps you were both too young and immature back then, not to mention Ayato had little time to grieve over his parents. And after you left for Liyue, he thought it best to not keep in contact.
"I do not ask for your forgiveness," he told you. "I have already put you through too much. But I will not allow you to suffer again," he said, looking directly at you. "I will ensure it."
He folded up the handkerchief and placed it next to him. "Did… you have any other questions? I hope it'll make our future interactions more bearable for you. If not," he continued, "I can arrange for someone else to take my place."
You pinched the bridge of your nose. This was too much to process. "Let's just finish up what we can for today."
The two of you worked for a few more hours and the sun had already set. You had difficulty concentrating and the side glances from Ayato didn't help at all. But one thing was for sure. You missed him. And he missed you.
"It's late." he told you. "I must return to the estate. I can arrange for someone else to come next time."
You crossed your arms, shoulders relaxed, as you leaned on a door frame, watching Ayato retrieve his belongings. "Will you be attending the festival?"
"Of course," he replied, squinting his eyes at a sheet of paper due to the dim light. "I must ensure it'll run smoothly."
"My retainer won't be working that week." You'd be alone then.
The paper fell to the ground as he lifted his eyes to you. He raised his hand to clear his throat. "Perhaps I… should come back to work here tomorrow. So that I won't be as busy during the festival." You raised a brow. "Or not. I'll get Thoma or Ayaka instead to–"
"I'm free Saturday."
Ayato's eyes grew wide. He tightened his lips together and you snorted as he struggled to hold back a smile. He nodded and quickly packed the rest of his papers before leaving your house.
The rain had stopped. The dim lampstands outlined his silhouette as he stood to stare back at your house once more, the man who sacrificed much to accomplish what he did over the years, the same boy you had loved dearly.
Perhaps fate would be kinder to the two of you this time around.
I hope you liked it. :) Fun fact: the textile business is a reference to the reader's from my Kazuha drabble and the fishing business is the reader's from my Itto fic. I was too lazy to think of vendors so I used them. lol. Those two fics have completely different tones from this one though. :)
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Omg,,,,,this is me
I GOT AN IDEA! For headcanons! How about, reader is an artist and she draws A LOT! Like, she's so endorsed that she forgets to eat or drink water and Levi always prepares her snacks and things she loves and takes care of her! Reminds her to hydrate, cooks for her, gives her eyedrops so her eyes don't wither and die phahaha and sometimes even snatches away her iPad or canvas and threatens her to go take a break. He also gives rubs and massages because her back and shoulders are killing her 😄
v cute prompt, sweet friend!! and here is to all my queens and kings who are dedicated to their craft!!!
Levi is.......a hypocrite lmfao
Sometimes he gets legitimately frustrated that you get so engrossed in what you’re working on
He doesn’t understand that you are an Artiste™️ and have things that need to tumble out of your brain right now immediately
Even if it is 12:45am and you were about to go to bed
Even though he does literally the same thing
Has the audacity to ask, “Can’t it wait until tomorrow?”
Um no
You always hit him back with the, “When has your work ever waited until tomorrow?”
He starts to understand and inwardly really admires how much dedication you have towards all your creative projects
You obviously really love doing it and he thinks that’s amazing
So who is he to squash that passion?
And the more Levi thinks about it, the more he realizes you already thought that about his working habits and his hobbies
How many times have you graciously let him roll out of bed to go work on something?
How many times have you encouraged him when he felt a little down/inadequate regarding his own stuff?
So he starts really getting invested in your stuff
Always asks you how your latest project is going
Doesn’t press to see it until you feel comfortable showing him your progress
Levi even shares his workspace with you, and is only slightly miffed about the added clutter lmfao
And is a very considerate boi and knocks every time before he comes in so he doesn’t startle you or accidentally walk in on a project you don’t feel comfortable showing him yet
Levi is the type to come knocking just to bring snacks!!
If you’ve been in there for hours, it doesn’t even surprise him anymore
He just looks at the clock and goes, “Hmm...probably wants a snack now”
You’ve done that for him so many times and he really appreciates it, so he wants to return the favor tenfold
He’s super observant about what types of snacks “help” you
Like, your favorite fruit will get you going
But a cinnamon roll or something super super sweet? Never again
He's learned from his mistakes on snack choices
Above all, Levi is all about hydration
Hydration King
Truth be told, he still gets a little annoyed that you’ll just be out of commission for hours and so he’ll find excuses to just aggressively knock, stomp inside, and slam down some water lmfao
“Levi I just had a full glass of water like an hour ago, I’m fine”
“You think that was an hour ago? It was almost three hours ago, drink some goddamn water”
Most of the time, you’re completely right and he’s severely bending the truth, but again, he’s making excuses to come and just be around you for a second
Mostly to make sure you’re alive, but also to get some more updates on what you’re working on
But again, mostly to make sure you’re alive
And, while you are getting better at it, you still tend to just lose yourself in what you’re doing and can be away for hours and hours and hours
Sometimes pulling all-nighters (like Levi)
But those are the times he says “fuck that” and will actively rip out your stuff from out of your hands lmao
Absolutely will insist on you taking a break
Especially with him
Would never admit that he misses you sometimes but he absolutely does
He knows you have your limits and it’s for your own good
You do it to him too and he knows he does find it helpful, so it’s only fair he is mindful of how you’re doing and how you’re spending your time
Even if it does take you out of your “mojo”, you do appreciate it
Especially when you get those very coveted Levi Massages
Levi IS the supreme masseuse
You’d think he may be a little too rough, but he’s actually surprisingly good at massages
Especially shoulder massages
The neck he still sometimes squeezes a little too hard lmfao
But the shoulders? Divine touch
You choose to ignore him scolding you for your posture every time while he massages your shoulders
Because hell, if he keeps massaging you like this, you might as well keep up the bad posture lmaooo
Makes you promise him you’ll be done soon or else he will come back with a vengeance
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FATUI HARBINGER! Corpse
#FREAKYFINGERS do be trending tho
I’ve been saying this
So my last post was about a Mushroom Village so I decided to post this drawing of Mushrooms cuz...why not. #art #traditionalart #mushrooms #fanartdom https://www.instagram.com/p/ByK_Z6fnGeS/?igshid=1ko6nmm701fof
Started playing Honkai Star Rail and I already have a 5* tall man 1 hour in of playing
Almost 2 years of genshin and stILL NO DILUC
I've been playing genshin for almost a year now and I swear to Zhongli's ass IF DILUC DOESNT COME HOME—