✤ 𝐭𝐱𝐭 𝐫𝐱𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞

𝐈'𝐌 𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋! 𝐂𝐇. 𝟗

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟗 : 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : (Y/n) devises a plan to get Tatsuya arrested but quickly realises that she can’t do it without Ayato’s help. When she visits the Kamisato Estate, she signs the Onigasaki’s Guarantee of Responsibility Contract with Ayato; in exchange for his help, she has to listen to his every demand.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : Ayato, Gorou, Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Teppei, Thoma, Tomoaki, Ayaka, Kokomi, Shinobu, Yoimiya

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : Romance, humour, reincarnation/transmigration, isekai, reverse harem

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : N/A

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : Tsukuyomi’s profile (his canonverse version) has been written up! Also, ten billion points to those who spotted the Dr. STONE references in this chapter ;D Ayato shares the same seiyuu as Hyoga omg

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

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Please don't ask what's this, I re-watched Ratatouille yesterday

yoichi isagi is a known menace on the field. it's jarring for some of his newer teammates and competitors to see what a genuinely nice guy he is when he's off the field, and a young new member on his team can't seem to believe the "rumors" of isagi's foul mouth and monstrous ego on the field.

especially not when isagi is grinning at a video on his phone.

"what's he keep watching?" the young player asks, and kunigami only answers once he's finished with pulling his jersey over his head.

"huh? oh, isagi? go ahead and ask him."

the rest of the locker room groans. they've been teammates with isagi for so long that not only were they all present for his wedding to you, but they were the first people outside of his immediate family to see the ultrasound of his first child. a lesser known fact than isagi being a menace: yoichi isagi is in love with his wife, and is that one annoying coworker who never shuts up about his family and how much he loves them.

so, not knowing what's going to happen, the player asks his captain on what he's looking at so hard on his phone. isagi proudly holds up his smartphone. displayed on his screen is a video of a very beautiful woman — you.

"hi, baby!" you're smiling, and you have a tube of lipstick in your hand. "sweetheart, come here! we're gonna film a video for daddy, okay?" seconds later, another face appears on the screen. an adorable little girl, no older than six, pops up. she blinks at the screen, confused as to why her dad isn't there, but she's easily distracted when she sees you mark your cheek using the tube of lipstick.

"mommy, you just put lippie on your face!"

"i know, sweetie, but watch this." you beckon your daughter closer to you, and then you surprise her by pressing your cheek against hers; it now makes perfect sense what you were drawing on your face. you were drawing half a heart, with a short line drawn in the middle. when you pull away from her but still make sure your faces are side by side, the image is clear: the two of your cheeks pressed together make a heart with the number 11 inside of it; isagi's number.

isagi's daughter's eyes light up as she recognizes what you were creating. "this is daddy's number!"

"yes!!" you cheer, and the two of you are grinning into the camera. "play well, yoichi! we'll be cheering for you the whole time!!"

"aren't they the cutest?" isagi is smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

it's hard for that player to recognize the isagi from the locker room to the isagi who is out on the field now, with a mean scowl on his face as he screams out a profanity against a member of the opposing team.

(isagi's all sunshine and rainbows and big, ear-splitting grins as he celebrates his victory, all thanks to his hat trick. he credits you — his amazing wife — and his daughter for supporting him and giving him the edge he needed to win the game.

if your cute show of support got isagi to throw out some of the most vulgar insults and most disrespectful plays on the field, everyone hates to see what he'd play like when he's actually upset.)

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I just find it funny how right now people are still cutting Aether out of 5wirl edits and just calling them 4nemo talking about some "he has other elements." and "he isn't an anemo boy." as if those same mfers aren't gonna throw Scara into the group when he becomes anemo and call it 5nemo.

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diluc loves you. 

those three words are not ones he says as often as he should, at least in his eyes but you never seem to mind. the words didn’t tumble from his lips like a sweet, lovely melody often but his actions told you of his hearts devotion to you. even if not spoken out loud, those special words, words that don’t even feel like they are enough to describe how he feels about you- i love you- pass through his mind many times throughout the day.

♡ in the early morning, before the sun rises, as he prepares for the day quietly so as to not disturb your sleep. the soft movement of your deep, sleepy breaths catching his eye more than a few times. happiness fills his heart seeing how peaceful you are in his bed, like nothing in this world could harm you- and he tries his hardest to see that through, always. his heart stalls when he sits on the end of his side of the bed to put on his boots and feels your body shift closer to his, as if you were pulled in like a magnet. 

still asleep, your hand slides across the covers in search of him, fingers curling around his own once your hand finally finds him. so soft, he thinks as he gently he squeezes your hand, twisting to get a better look at your visage. he is so enamored by you and lets his heart lead his actions when he gingerly moves the stray hairs from your face, allowing the pads of his fingers to brush against your skin, behind your ear and down your neck, your pulse steadily beating under his finger tips. his lips touch your cheek so tenderly and for the first time today those words filled his heart with warmth strong enough to turn his pearl-like skin pink. i love you.

♡ during the busy day when the smell of your perfume lingers in his study and the bright colors of the fruit you’ve left for him catch his eye. he must have just barely missed you but it’s no matter. knowing you were here, thinking of him, caring for him, is enough to give him the little boost he needs to get through the paperwork stacked high on his desk. i love you and how lucky i feel to be loved by you.. your love lingers on his lips in the form of sweet fruit juice.

♡ when the peak heat of the day is almost over, and he’s walked from the study, to the cellar and back again or to any other task needing his attention throughout the day countless times. the open window makes it easy for your giggles to travel from the courtyard, where you’ve been tied up in a book for the past several hours, to him and wrap around him like rays of sunlight after a long and lonely winter. he’s been so busy all day and even now he’s on his way to deal with another issue but that hasn’t and doesn’t stop him from slowing his steps as he passes by the open window to get a glimpse of your unmistakable figure sipping on a cup of tea while you enjoy your book. 

as if you knew he was there, could feel his heart calling your name, you turn towards the window and smile brightly when your eyes meet, making his heart and his footsteps stop completely. he only wishes he could be closer, admiring the color the sun brings out in your eyes or taking in the scent of your shampoo as you pull him close. when conor calls his name he knows he’ll have to settle for a simple return of your smile with one of his own, leaving you blushing and your book forgotten as your thoughts begin to drift to the most lovely shade of red and smell of cedar and wine. 

that doesn’t stop him from looking back more than once, those words yet again passing through his mind even as he gets too far away to see you, i love you.

there's still work to be done, papers to be reviewed and signed, wine that needs quality checking, dark knight hero duties to attend to but as the sun begins to set, the sky above turning orange and blue, he finds himself leaving it behind in search of you. 

his footsteps are light down the stone steps leading into the vineyard. he had a feeling you would be out here and when he saw you amongst the grapes he didn’t waste a moment closing the distance between you. you’d been close all day, always a short walk away but it wasn’t enough, it was never enough and sometimes he had to give into his heart's wishes. he watches with a smile as you reach into the vines and pull out a plump grape, popping it into your mouth. the content smile on your lips and the juice caught on the edge of your lips is adorable, what he wouldn’t do to ensure you could always be this happy. with a playful smile, that only you get the pleasure of seeing, he can’t help but tease you.

“stealing now, are we?”

his voice causes you to jump, apparently you hadn’t heard him coming but any apologies he had are forgotten in the wind with one look at your guilty smile and enchanting eyes. before you can reply he steps closer to you, so close you can feel the heat he radiates, and reaches for your face. in gentle motions he moves the stray hairs behind your ear before his thumb brushes against your lips, the leather of his gloves collecting the grape juice on your lips. 

it’s impossible to think straight with him so close, with his gentle touch against you and his scent invading your senses. no matter how long you’ve been with him you weren’t sure you would ever get used to melting whenever he was close. you can only hum and lean into his touch and he welcomes it completely, soaking in every moment that he can. 

you look so beautiful and diluc feels his heart beating right out of his chest as he gets lost in your eyes. he would never understand what he did to deserve you but he could now never imagine a life without you. forever and always he wanted you by his side, he wanted you to hold his heart and keep yours safe in return. he loves you, more than anything in the world and celestia, he loves you. 

fingers brushing against your cheek, his ruby eyes soft and the smile tugging at his lips makes his words come out almost shyly. “have i told you today that i love you?” as if you weren’t weak in the knees already under his undivided attention, his loving stare and words said so sweetly and honestly, you’re left speechless and a blushing mess from your cheeks to your ears and clinging onto him for support.

“‘luc.. i love you..” you reply breathlessly. if you had any more breath to steal, he stole it with his lips as he pulled you deeper into the grape vines to show you more of his love.

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