; Lay Me In The Snow (where My Words Won't Reach You)

💭 ; lay me in the snow (where my words won't reach you)

synopsis: say it once, say it twice, it overflowed. but we're no longer wasting our last chances. (in other words, unexpected but not exactly unwelcome. that's how they'd describe their confession)

!! : masterlist.

word count: 3,214

pairings: ayato, gorou, kazuha, x gn!reader (separate)

category: fluff, modern/high school au, scenarios

warnings: food/drink (coffee) mention, let me know if there's anything else

notes: this is just my excuse for wanting to write out some cute accidental confession scenes after denying people of the "i love you"s in "bury my heart out of sight" lol -- reblogs are greatly appreciated!!

AYATO.

“ah, so this is where you ran off to.” you sigh, dim lighting filtering through the doorway as ayato looks at your position on the floor with a smile “nice place you’ve got.” he chuckles, closing the door slightly behind him and taking a seat next to you. a sweet silence passes between you, muffled music from the gym and the cheering voices of students echoing through the hallway. you turn your head to gaze at him, resting a hand on your knee with your head leaning against the wall, a tired gaze looking at his peacefully closed eyes and relaxed expression.  

“why’d you come looking for me?” ayato opens an eye, looking at you from the corner of it with a twitch of his lips.  

“it’s my duty as a part of the student council that everyone is enjoying themselves at these types of events. even if it’s just a little bit.” a stifled laugh turns into a cough as you give him a lazy smirk, amused by his words.  

“does that duty not stretch to you yourself? last time i checked, you were voted the king of the dance this year. it’s strange for you to not be interacting with your loving fans. plus,” you shrug “even if that wasn’t in your best interest, you'd at least be discussing the benefits of this event with the rest of the council.” finally turning to face you more, ayato ran a hand through his hair with a sigh.  

“what if i told you that this right here,” he waved a hand between the two of you “was my idea of having a good time?”  

“then i’d say you’re crazy for thinking that hiding out in the janitor’s closet with someone who nearly had a bowl of punch thrown at their face is fun.” it’s faint but you can hear the chuckle that makes its way out of his throat and how his shoulders shake with sound.  

“even if the person i was hiding with is my best friend?”  

“especially if that person is your best friend.” you smile, shifting in your spot to try and get as comfortable as you could in formal wear “god i hate wearing stuff like this. can’t even sit properly in it.” you mutter, a playful glare making its way onto your face when he chuckles again at your misfortune.  

“well i for one, think you look great.” you chuckle weakly, closing your eyes with a sigh and resting your head on the wall again.  

“i highly doubt i look as great as you’re saying right now.” you hear a faint scoff come from him.  

“nonsense. you look stunning as always.” he shifts, wanting to reach beside him and place his hand over yours but instead runs it through his hair. a beat of silence passes as he stares at your form “it’s funny, i see you every day yet i’ve never wanted to kiss you more than right now.” he blurts out, voice hushed as he takes a small moment to realise the things he’s said while being unaware of the heat that crawled up your neck. ayato casts a wary eye as he clears his throat. 

“my apologies, (y/n). my outburst was uncalled for and i’m sorry if anything i said made you uncomfortable. i understand if this changes things between us and i would love to still be friend-” the rest of his words are snuffed out when you pull him in by the collar of his shirt, lips pressed against his and eyes closed. hesitantly, he rests a hand on the back of your neck, thumb drawing circles on your jaw as he melts into the contact. his breath fans across your cheek as he devours the dizzying feeling. you both pull apart, small pants and huffs filling the lack of sound in the closet. you watch with a slight amount of satisfaction as a red hue spreads from ear to ear across his face and the wide adoring eyes that look back with shock.  

“in all fairness” you rub the back of your neck, muttering inaudible words while trying to stifle a grin “i’ve been wanting to do that for a long time now, too.” you manage to whisper out, resting your forehead against his shoulder. a warmth covers your hands as you still grip his collar and raising your eyes you see a warm smile sent your way.  

“if you had told me this morning that i would end up making out with my longtime crush, and best friend since diapers, in a closet, i never would have believed you.” using the wall to brace himself, he gently takes your hands in his own and off of his button-up “now what do you say, would you like to get out of here?”  

“aw, is this where prince charming whisks me away to a whole new world?” you tease, grasping his hand and letting him bring you to your feet. ayato can only let out a soft snort and grin back.  

“if anything, you’re the real saviour here. my ticket to leaving this event. or in other words,” he leans part of his body weight against you “my precious knight in shining armour.” you lightly shove him off you, as he chuckles to himself. 

he pulls you down the dim and empty hallway of the school, the dance forgotten, and dull music covered by laughter as he presses a kiss to your cheek and opens the door for you, cool night air hitting your skin before he takes your hand in his again.  

“i love you.” softly said with such truth and sealed with a squeeze of his hand.

GOROU.

“the usual today, gorou?” he nods, handing you the correct change. blue eyes watch as you smile and move to make his drink, tracking your movements as you appear to glide behind the counter. he should have gone to kokomi for more advice because he’s not ready to do this, nope, not at all. maybe tomorrow? but that’s what he said last week and look where he is right now, the next week with nothing said. 

“here’s your order!” he blinks, shaking himself from his inner thoughts and grabbing the drink from you with a small but tense smile. 

“thanks.” he cringes at the small crack in his voice as a faint blush creeps up his neck. taking a sip, he can’t help but sigh at the taste “i should.. probably move now and stop blocking other people shouldn’t i..” his voice grows quieter with the realisation as he lets out a weak chuckle to go along with it.

“mhm it’s fine. today is quiet so far so it shouldn’t matter too much.” your tap your chin “why don’t you take a seat? i get my break at about ten to fifteen anyway so my co-worker can take my place for a bit.” he grins, nodding and moving to take a seat at an empty table in a corner area of the store. 

for the next fifteen-ish minutes, he watches you serve the next couple of customers that trickle in with a smile. having finished his drink a couple minutes ago, he fiddles with the paper cup, taking off the cup holder before noticing something written in black ink on the side. turning it over, he traces a finger over the smiley face you’d drawn and flushes at the writing. 

this coffee might be hot, 

but you’re definitely hotter ;D 

“hey!” he looks up as you sit across from him “sorry about the wait.” you place your elbow on the table with your hand holding up your head “so, any updates with your life? i’ve been caught up with studying so i’m a bit out of the loop.” gorou doesn’t say anything at first but you catch him looking at what you wrote when making his coffee. 

“oh,” you chuckle “i got inspired from the time when you came up to the counter here. it was your second time here and the line you left on the napkin really had me laughing so i thought i’d offer one in return.” you rub the back of your neck with a sheepish smile “hope you don’t mind.” he shakes his head.

“n-no! i, uh, found it quite funny.” he pauses before continuing “there’s been quite a bit going on school wise these days. kokomi has been busy with helping out the treasurer with school funds lately, so she’s left preparing things for the school dance to me and a couple others on the council.” he sighs “though i’ve been kinda lost myself since well, there’s actually someone i want to ask but haven’t really gotten a clue how.” 

“y’know, i had completely forgotten about there ever being a school dance coming up.” leaning back more in your seat, you study his character a little bit “but honestly, you shouldn’t have anything to worry about really. you’re a great guy, gorou. the biggest bit of advice i’d say is to do something memorable when it comes to asking the person to go with you. you want a lasting impact that will have them looking back on the time and smiling later on.” nodding furiously, gorou takes in every word you say, listening intently so he doesn’t mess up his confession. you chat for a little longer, exchanging words about assignments from shared classes, ideas to help him with planning the actual dance itself, and whatnot. 

“and- oh, crap i have to get back to work.” you stand up from your seat with an apologetic smile “i’ll see you at school then? oh, and remember what i said, im rooting for you gorou.” in his mind he facepalms at his inability to actually talk to you, though waves back as you run off back behind the counter. 

– 

“i just can’t do it, kokomi.” gorou says in a muffled whine “everytime i try to talk to them i just clam up and can barely seem to get a word in.” he heard kokomi chuckle, turning his head so cheek was squashed on the table.

“you said that the main reason you two started talking was because of a pick up line you wrote on a napkin, right?” he flushes but nods “why don’t you take a similar approach again?” 

“that… is actually a really good idea.” he perks up with a shining in his eyes “that way, i won’t have to actually say anything. or well, i’ll probably have to explain myself and all but-” 

kokomi sits back in her seat, satisfied as gorou starts making plans for what he wants the poster to say and when he would do it. since he often goes to the coffee shop at a regular time and it’s usually when there’s the least amount of people, he could just walk in then. excitement ran through him as he smiled at the thought of being able to proudly say he was officially going to the dance with you. 

–

“gorou! didn’t expect you to come in today.” your chipper voice had him smiling “the normal order again?” he patiently waits to the side, still stuck in a slight dream-like state, and observes the people in the shop. 

“one medium latte with a double shot of espresso for gorou!” you smile at him, he seemed to be in such a good mood today so you couldn’t help but ask. 

“oh! well i…” his voice trailed off as he stared into your eyes, zoning out a bit as he thought of what to say “i…” 

“gorou? you good-”

“willyougototheschooldanceme?” he blurts out. a line of emotions flick on your face, your brain going from processing to shock to being flustered in a matter of seconds. gorou looks just as shocked as you are. this wasn’t the plan! 

“i’m so sorry that wasn’t how i wanted to- oh archons kokomi is never going to let me hear the end of this.” he groans, face red and hot as he covers his face with a hand and stiffening when he hears you chuckle. 

“you uh, may want to read what i wrote on your cup.” you say sheepishly, heat crawling up you neck and burning the tips of your ears. he slides the holder off the cup slowly, turning the cup around to stare at the text written on it. 

i like you a latte! 

so will you bean mine at the dance? 

“i guess we’re both kind of a mess when it comes to these things.” you nod along with his words. he starts to laugh and soon enough you join in. 

“so, do you accept mine?” he smiles. 

“of course.”

KAZUHA.

soft chuckles can be heard through the library as the librarian sighs and sends a shush your way. looking over his shoulder at the page, you can’t help but choke up on laughter as kazuha recites the lines of poetry with a straight face. well, tried too at least. even as an admirer of poetry himself, romantic stanzas and free verses’ chalk full of metaphors about hearts fluttering like butterflies always sent chuckles vibrating down his spine. though he couldn’t deny how warm reading these out loud made him feel, imagining your wistful smile as he tells you his latest idea of love.  

“that last poem reminds me of a book i’ve read before.” you muse, head slightly tilted as you relaxed against the bookshelf. he sits back down next to you with his lip curled into a grin.  

“oh really? what was it about?” you scratch the back of your neck, thinking for a moment.  

“it was a classic teen romance novel. new kid in the school meets the main love interest, main love interest falls head over heels for the new kid.” you shift to face him better “the new kid plays hard to get but falls just as hard. the book would’ve been alright except for the fact that they kept dancing around the truth too much to the point where it didn’t feel as satisfying when they did get together in the end.” you shrug, a lopsided grin appearing on your face “wasn’t my favourite read but definitely wasn’t the worst.”  

“what’s the title? i’d like to give it a try and see what all this fuss is about.” he says, laughing at how you blink thoughtlessly before shaking your head.  

“i can’t remember it, sorry. it’s been so long since i’ve read it and besides, it really isn’t worth a whole reading session to get through.” kazuha cocks his head to the side, a curious glint in his eyes as he wants to get you to talk more about this topic of dancing around the truth.  

“can you give me a little more insight then? a summary of sorts or maybe a list of reasons why you dislike it so much.” you groan playfully, feeling him shove you back lightly with a laugh “oh, c’mon. a book can’t be that bad.” 

“it wasn’t. the writing style was quite nice and the plot was interesting enough, but the romantic parts fell flat.” you close your eyes, leaning against his shoulder a bit “there wasn’t the right tension written out for certain scenes like where the main love interest goes to hold the protagonist’s hand and isn’t nervous about it. like how is the person so confident that the protagonist likes them back and isn’t nervous about making a move like that when they’ve only known about each other’s existence for two weeks!” you exclaim, throwing your hands up to prove a point before sighing.  

“then again, the main reason i may not like it may be due to the fact that i probably won’t get to live out a high school romance that’s in those books.” you huff, an exasperated laugh making its way past your lips.  

“what makes you say that?” kazuha watches your expression turn sour, lips pursed and brow furrowing slightly. his fingers twitch, wanting to cup your face and smother away that look to see you laugh and smile again. 

“you really do remind me of this one character from that book.” you snort, fiddling with your fingers “but really, trying to find a proper romance in high school seems so messy. not to mention if you break up with them, you’ll have to see them throughout the halls till you both graduate.”  

“yeah, i guess that makes sense.” he shrugs, trying not to seem so down about it. sitting up more, you tilt your head at him, a look of concern crossing your eyes.  

“did i say something wrong? your tone is off.” you point out. a race of nervousness runs through his bones as he coughs and smiles.  

“no! i mean, no. everything is fine. don’t worry about it.” the sceptical look on your face says it all before you lunge at him, rolling you both onto the floor with you on top of him “hey-” before he can even ask, he breaks out in laughter as you begin to tickle his side.  

“h-hey, wait!” he struggles to regain his bearings when you stop, face flushed as he stares up at you. “what- what was that for?” you smile. 

“i don’t want to force you to tell me anything that’s going on, but frowning doesn’t suit you.” you chuckle. kazuha can’t help the small pout on his lips as he sits up onto his arms, looking at the light from the window hitting your eyes.  

“i love you so much.” he mumbled, shoulders shaking in both laughter and slight heartbreak, knowing that what you said earlier was right “god, i wish i could kiss you.” he stills as your smile grows bigger. he hadn’t noticed the way your laughing had seized earlier or the hitch of your breath when he said those words.  

“say that again.” he gulps, heat creeping up his neck and ears turning pick as you move closer. 

“i wish i could kiss yo-” he eyes widen as you connect your lips with his, hand on his chin and nose nearly touching, before sinking into the feeling. pulling apart with a small gasp, he raises a hand to hover over his lips as a smile forms on his face. he can’t help but giggle at your flustered expression and you soon find yourself joining in again.  

“how’s that for the start of a high school romance?” he says through the chuckles. his breath catches in his throat as you clutch his tie in your hand with a smirk.  

“so far? great. but” you lean in a bit more again, eyes trailing over his face, “i’ll need to check again just to make sure.” 

“you said i reminded you of a character from that book.” he whispered, smiling back “care to tell me which one?” 

“oh, you’re definitely the new kid from that story.” you pull him to you by his tie “because i’ve been wanting this ever since we first started hanging out.” your breath fans across his cheek and nose as he closes the distance and presses his lips against yours, losing himself in the warmth again and how you kissed back with the same passion.

and when he leaves you in the dark. xiao x gn!reader. warnings: angst, xiao dies, 2.7 chasm update spoilers. wc: 1,906. semi proofread.

in each of xiao’s waking moments, he thinks of you.

he thinks of the sun rising in your eyes when you turn to look at him. he thinks of your smile brighter than the moonlight when you tell him about your day. he thinks of the warmth in your hands when you gently grab his own, tugging on him to lead the way.

and as his body grows weaker with each passing second from the fantastic compass, he thinks about you. as though his ears are filled with water, the loud yelling of yanfei and paimon is drowned away by his thoughts of you—it has always only been of you.

you always hated how self-sacrificial he was. your shoulders would slump when you’d hear him utter his thoughts and you’d angrily bite back your tears. you’d wrap your arms around his waist after and tell him it was all nonsense—that he still had you.

that should there come a day the stars will not align, xiao will still have you.

you would never miss the sudden look in his eyes, yet he smiles lightly and nods every time.

when the platform shatters and so does his mask, vanishing slowly as the strength in him dies a little more, xiao finally remembers what you had said to him before he left.

“come back home to me.”

you had been playing with his fingers when you spoke, not once looking up at him—missing the ghost of a smile on his lips. someone like you was too far for xiao to reach but still, he wallowed in your affection and surrendered himself fully.

you who has been blighted by someone like xiao, a demon who has slain thousands—mortals and gods alike. xiao wished back then that he had stayed away, kept to himself on the balcony of wangshu inn and never helped you with your problems.

for someone as awkward as him, xiao learned to breathe and love. love someone so different, someone who is not like him; and will never be like him. he learned to breathe you in as though you and he do not know where the two of you had begun and when you two had become whole.

“okay, i will,” xiao whispered that night. it was a promise to you and him—he’d come back home, safe and sound, to you.

then you looked up at him that time, smiling lightly as your eyes interlocked. you had noticed the fondness in his eyes, hand reaching up to cup his cheek. cute, you thought—but you’d never tell him that.

xiao supposes this would be the only time he has broken a promise to you. of the countless promises he had kept, this would be the only one he would have to break, whether he had a choice or not.

he staggers back, breath heavy and so is his body. they all look at him—yanfei, yelan, the traveler, paimon, and shinobu—with wide eyes as he stands weakly, eyes travelling towards the opening above them.

he would apologize if he could, take you once more into his arms and kiss your nose. he would apologize for everything he couldn’t have done with you and ask for your forgiveness. he knew you’d accept him as you always have.

xiao knows that his time is running out.

the color green engulfs his right hand as he balls it into a fist, knowing this would be his last act. heroic—he thinks, idiotic—you’d say. 

“i like the color green,” you told him once on a stroll.

xiao paused in his steps, turning to look at you with a raised brow. “green?” he repeated.

“yeah, i like it,” you hummed. “everything about you is green—you’re green.”

he didn’t know what it meant during that time, only that he knew you liked it because of him. xiao took every chance to take home every colored green object in sight when he would go out.

he brought a four-leaf clover once, hoping that it would bring you any luck compared to being with him. xiao left it on your hands with a shy smile as you stared at it with a smile.

everything else followed after that. xiao would grab a jade stone should he see one, a beautiful water lily when he passes by the lake, a green flower when it blooms at night.

when the sunset came and you laid your head on his shoulder by a tree trunk, xiao hesitantly asked, “why the color green?”

you didn’t move from your position, instead, you took a look at the setting sun. “i just like it,” you answered. “but, if you really want to know…”

xiao gazed at you, watching the way your lips would move, nose scrunch up when you smiled, and eyebrows moving when you spoke. he then glanced at the sky and the setting sun—it was pink and purple, something you always loved to stare at, even more than you loved the color green, that he knew.

“does that answer your question?” xiao blinked. ah, he didn’t listen.

“it does,” he said, hand slowly reaching towards yours, intertwining it with his. 

though he feels disappointed in himself for never hearing your answer, xiao realized there, you are more beautiful than the sun setting. should the sun itself disappear, xiao would follow you to the ends of the earth just to watch the sunset in your eyes.

this time, however, xiao understands why you like the color green—it symbolizes his protection. the color engulfs his companions, a bright light green that he knew would protect them and bring them to safety, and he knew that it would bring only them.

xiao watches as yelan reaches out to him, yelling something incoherent in his ears, then finally, they disappear and leave him on his own. 

the platform below him cracks and xiao falls.

he wonders what you would have said to him should you know he sacrificed himself for others—only this time, he isn’t coming back. it was his job, his duty—it was bound to happen at one point. it was something you always refused to accept, xiao shouldn’t have to bear the burden of others.

“you first before others,” you said one time. “why should you put your life on the line for them?”

it was in the contract—he would have said. but xiao was bound by no contracts (at least anymore), only his morals and his guilt. his sins were far greater than any living adeptus and he must suffer for all eternity for what he has done.

but you show him that he doesn’t have to bear the burden of others, that like everyone else, xiao is loved. and he is loved deeply and greatly by none other than you.

to others love may be a burning fire of desire, to know all of your deepest secrets, or kissing below the shade of the trees in spring and waiting for the flowers to fall. but for you, you show xiao that love to you is simply him.

and xiao knows that you love him more than you do yourself.

it’s only that xiao knows in himself that you are the epitome of love itself—and he will love you even until death.

“what are you holding?” you came up to him on a cold night by the balcony. the wind blew and howled, you shivered slightly as you make do with your hands rubbing your arms for any source of warmth.

xiao turned to you, holding a crystal-fly in his right hand. “i thought it would suit you,” he murmured, reaching out to tuck the piece in your hair. 

he gazed at you, a light smile on his lips as you touched the crystal-fly on your hair gently. xiao was right whenever it came to you—something he was always proud of, and the only thing he was proud of in himself.

“i love it,” you whispered.

“i love you,” xiao whispered back—barely audible but he knows you hear it, and wants only you to hear it.

[name], when tomorrow starts without me, i hope you feel relieved.

he has seen the mountains fall and the oceans rise, but xiao knows that he has loved only you, and forever will only be you. 

but i hope you know that i will love you even if there are no clouds in the sky and the setting sun has become dull in your eyes.

and as he falls into his doom, xiao remembers your smile, the crinkle of your eyes, the laugh you let out when he takes you too seriously, the warmth of your hugs, and the love that you brought him.

“what’s your favorite flower?” he had asked suddenly.

you thought for a few seconds as you say, “oh, i don’t know.”

xiao frowned.

“but if there was a flower like you, i would choose that one,” is what you said after.

you gave him a bright smile, laughing at your own words—still, they were true. wrapping your arms around his neck, he staggered backwards, holding your waist to steady the both of you. should there be a garden full of flowers, you would choose xiao again and again.

“that’s nonsense,” xiao clicked his tongue.

“huh? hey! i thought it was cute!”

his eyes shoot open.

for once in his life, xiao reaches up towards the small light and wishes it would grab him just as how you pulled him out of his misery.

what would you think?

what would you say?

what would you do when the news comes to you?

as he falls, tears spring to his eyes as he remembers you. the only person in his life who had shown him love. the only person who had cried when he came home with blood on him. the only person who he knows would be devastated when you find out the truth about what had happened to him.

if only xiao had stayed far away from you, it wouldn’t have ended up like this—you would not have to cry for him.

until xiao’s final moments, he thinks about you.

--

“i’m sorry, xiao has died.”

the smile on your face fades, handpicked qingxins now lay by your feet as your hands drop to your sides. verr goldet stands in front of you, a solemn look on her face—you watch her lips move but you could barely hear what she says.

xiao has died.

xiao has died?

you open your mouth to thank her for bearing you the news, but it stays open. there was nothing to say. she watches as you tremble, the gloss in your eyes fading—a look she had first seen on xiao when you had not come for a week.

with a shaky voice, you reply, “okay… thank you.”

you should have seen it coming; that one day, xiao would not return safely in your arms. the longer you stand in front of verr goldet, the heavier your body becomes, dragging you down as if it wishes to bring you with xiao himself. for now, you will weep for your dead lover.

you hope that in xiao’s final moments, he knows that should he and you walk this world once again with no remnants of each other, you will find him again and again.

notes i thought about xiao finally resting but wipee go down with me he worries about leaving you alone so in his last final moments he's desperately trying to cling onto whatever faith he has left in himself to go back to you but <3 he can't tada hehe also i hope the transitions are understandable as you can see the reader isn't with xiao in the chasm, so all you saw are xiao's memories with you just loving him or as i like to call it his life flashing before he dies :p i wrote this in one day i can't believe but i had to edit it a lot because my metaphors didn't seem right, i am not an english major so i am horrible at this

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Diluc & Drunk Creator Reader

Creator reader waking up in the world of genshin, thinking it's a dream, and proceeds to get drunk in Angel's Share because wow this dream is crazy and they can't find any of their favorite characters anyway (they're probably busy). Might as well drink the day away.

Drunk creator reader accidentally injuring themselves, maybe hitting a table or breaking a glass, now there's drops of gold blood on the tavern floor and the equally drunk patrons are panicking because the creator is sitting with them drunk??

Diluc arriving for his shift so confused and trying to calm the commotion but he can't understand a thing because everyone's too drunk to explain. He sees the gold blood and he sees you and you see him and you just-

Straight up start bawling because it's Diluc Ragnvindr in the flesh. You're crying and practically clinging to him, demanding why isn't he coming home??? And he's mortified bc wtf

"I gave you all my primogems, I have all your talent and ascension materials, I wouldn't mind losing 50/50 to you every time I pull but WHY AREN'T YOU COMING HOME TO ME!!!"

And he's just so lost and he doesn't know how to respond to that because what do you mean the divine creator wants him to come home???

And the whole Mondstadt gang arrives and there's Jean and Kaeya trying to help your drunk self and Barbara's healing your wound and Venti is crying with you and you're sobbing on the counter about how Diluc's being so stubborn and how Diluc-wanters are cursed to never be Diluc-havers and Diluc just stares at you, frozen.

And Jean just goes, "How could you not come home to their holiness!" to Diluc as she pats your back.

And poor Diluc is just so confused as the rest comforts you as if he's the bad guy who broke up with you.

Fast forward to a terrible hangover in the morning, you wake up in the Dawn Winery and Diluc's standing right in front of you, light blush on his cheeks, offering you a glass of water and pain meds and he sheepishly goes:

"I apologize. I'm not quite sure how to come home to you, so I hope you don't mind that I brought you to mine instead,"

secret lover?

ft. kamisato ayato.

synopsis being in a secret relationship with highschool!ayato.

a tease.

the biggest tease.

he kicks your chair. like you know when you’re sitting in front of a kid and they just begin kicking your chair or whatever? yeah. he does that and it’s so frustrating but that’s what makes him more entertained

your frustration entertains him

he has the time of his life whenever he gets asked questions about his love life

"ayato, are you single?" “oh? i’d love to answer that but unfortunately i sense a dark aura surrounding this area. see you.”

because of how attractive he is, this dude gets flirted with a LOT. and obviously that makes you jealous because duh who wouldn’t be jealous if their boyfriend the literal kamisato ayato got flirted with??

which leads to make out sessions in either empty classrooms, the back of the school, the roof or the janitors room 🤩

"look at you panting.. seriously, you got this riled up because a nobody flirted with me? you know i belong to you, love.”

though, if sometimes, just sometimes when you both go a bit too far than expected, he’ll help you look appropriate before your next class or whatever

you held onto ayato's shoulder for support as he backed you up against the desk of an empty classroom, hands freely roaming each and every part of your body as his tongue explored yours.

breaking the kiss, ayato doesn’t miss the flash of disappointment that crosses your eyes before admiring your flustered expression. he bends a bit lower and moves closer to your sensitive area.

"ayato, we're in a class-"

"5 minutes until the next class begins, my love. in the meantime, let me treat you the way those nobodies want to be treated."

yeahhh,, better have some concealer or foundation with you at all times !!

people sometimes grow suspicious when it comes to you both, because he teases you all the time, alone or in front of people while you just yell at him

whenever roaming the hallways, he always has his hand on your lower back so he doesn’t lose you, sometimes when he’s feeling a bit bolder he wraps it around your waist to which you smack his arm for doing so

he also gives you his gloves, beanie, scarf, etc if you’re feeling cold he makes fun of you first though

he also buys you food or drinks, whatever you want. just say the word and he’ll purchase. don’t try to hide the fact you’re not hungry from him, because trust me. he knows.

he also waits outside all your classes to walk you to your next one or walk you home. yeah. he’s been doing it before he even asked you out.

this dude ditches his friends for you 😭 he’s so whipped istg

honestly, he probably doesn’t care if people begin piecing the puzzle together and realising that you both have something going on. instead, it makes him have a sense of pride that he managed to pull someone who he considers to be way out of his league.

ayaka is basically the only person that knows about what you two have, though it’s not because she was told by the either of you, it was because she saw the way her brother acted towards you. it instantly clicked.

"i’ll see you, ayaka." you waved goodbye before walking towards the door.

the white haired girl stared as her brother placed his hand on top of your head and stared at you with what she considered to be the softest look he’s ever given to anyone else besides her.

speaking honestly, she knew that you both were together. i mean, c’mon. that’s literally her brother. she’s been in his room many times and has seen the printed photos and polaroids of the dates you guys have been on along with other memories created stuck on his wall.

though, the young kamisato never brought it up in front of her brother, she just watched from afar awaiting the day where ayato would be asking ayaka for advice in which ring to buy for you.

the aftermath

pairing: xiao x gn!reader

cw: spoilers of the archon quest “hidden dreams in the depths,” entirely self-indulgent 🤍

the scene would be comical from an outsider’s perspective.

a human sitting alongside one of the great yaksha, dirt and bruises marring their countenances. tears run down their faces in streams as they shovel spoonfuls of a shared plate of almond tofu into their mouths. truly, comedic.

“stop crying,” xiao demands, soft.

“how can i?” you retaliate, setting your spoon down and hastily wiping your tears. “you almost… you almost…”

just the thought of losing him brings another fresh wave of tears to your eyes, and you instinctively turn away to hide them, “how dare you tell me to stop crying when you are, too.”

he can’t argue with that. xiao touches his cheek to feel the wetness there, foreign and involuntary. you had never once seen him cry despite the demons that plagued him every single day. he was always strong, always put up a protective front for you.

he would have done anything for you to get out of there alive. even at the cost of his own.

but as he looks at you now, sitting so close yet feeling so far away, he wonders if that’s what you would have even wanted in the first place. it makes him so unexplainably sad.

“i hate you,” you mutter, with no bite.

you don’t… you love him. he knows that.

xiao tentatively reaches out and grasps your shoulder. you let him slowly maneuver you so you’re facing him, and he starts to thumb at your tears.

it doesn’t help, not really. only because seeing xiao cry while doing so only makes you cry more.

“i hope you know to never make such a rash decision like that ever again,” you whisper, warbled and broken, “i don’t ever want to be in a world without you in it.”

xiao brings his forehead to meet yours, eyes closing as he basks in your warmth.

“i know,” he relents, holding your face in a gentle cradle.

heaving a sigh through your nose, you pull away from xiao and pick up the discarded plate of almond tofu. his eyes are half-lidded as you bring a spoonful to his lips. he takes it without argument, and your heart makes leaps.

you bite your lip, unable to resist the urge to lay a gentle kiss on his damp cheek.

“don’t forget it.”

Father of mine Take me back to the day Yeah, when I was still your golden boy Back before you went away

( art by McKenna Harris /  “A Father’s Kiss” by Christopher Bursk / “Father of Mine” by Everclear) (thanks @maskwasii​ for showing me the song!)