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Danced With You Once Upon A Dream 🌠

Headcannons of Genshin boys seeing you in a ball gown and asking you to dance.

Ft: Diluc, Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe, Thoma, Ayato, and Alhaitham

Tags: Fem!Reader, crushes everywhere, jealousy, fluff, PG, GOOD VIBES ONLY, i chose a lot of smug men please spare me, no beta we die like men Notes: I JUST REALLY WANTED TO MATCH PRETTY BOYS TO PRETTY DRESSES! SUE ME! (Another repost!)

Diluc

Diluc is a known hermit. After his father's death, it was a rare sight to see him at any large social event. He preferred to keep it that way, but tonight's banquet is an exception. The masked vigilante accepted the invitation for an opportunity to eavesdrop on a fatui officer in attendance. Unfortunately, his person of interest appeared to be a complete no-show. The whole night was already a total bust.

Perhaps if he left right then, he could still do a patrol around Mondstadt before dawn. It was the enjoyable option compared to being approached again by another person seeking his attention. Idle chit-chat was never something he enjoyed much anyway and he was in no mood to talk business.   

Diluc contemplated his exit strategy that would avoid being stopped by anyone. An eruption of chatter drew everyone's attention to the main doors. There was a late arrival being announced. It was nice timing, he would just need to slip out during the commotion. How odd for one guest to kick up this much of a fuss... Diluc's curious gaze followed up to the large entry doors and inevitably fixated onto the beautiful figure, onto you. 

His plans to leave vanished with each step you descended down the grand staircase. Your flowing dress moved in such an entrancing way that he could swear you plucked it straight out of fairy tale. Diluc has been so busy with the winery and his investigations... he couldn’t remember the last time he had talked to you. Perhaps he should stay a little longer, if only just to catch up at least.

The red haired man was utterly enchanted by your movements. It explained why he was drawn in like a magnet, moving as if under your spell. He strode smoothly through the crowd to meet you at the foot of the stairs. His hand extended to guide you down the last couple steps, down to earth, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. When you finally glance up from your hands to meet Diluc's gaze, adoration is already clear across his features.

"Y/N" He greeted you, bowing to place a small peck on the back of your hand. "Its lovely to see you tonight." Diluc spoke slow and earnestly, as if channeling every ounce of his princely charm into that sentiment. You felt like butter melting into his warmth, becoming pliant in his hands. “May I?” Diluc gestured forward, asking if he could accompany you in. 

The presence of the elusive owner of Dawn Winery did little to quell the whispers and eyes on you. Now awoken from your dreamy haze, you became aware of just how much attention you've managed to garner. You looked yourself over. Had there been a stain that you missed? Were you not on theme? How embarrassing... Your panic was interrupted by Diluc's fond chuckle. It almost annoyed you how amused he seemed by your antics.

“There’s no need to worry. They’re staring because they can't bare to look away. You are simply captivating.” Diluc stated as if it were an obvious fact. “If you are still feeling nervous, how about a dance to get your mind off it?” 

Kaeya

Kaeya spent most of the ball like a fly on the wall, listening in on conversations here and there. To his dismay, there was nothing interesting happening tonight. The juciest thing he managed so far were the two Fatui delegates discussing their distaste of the liquor served. “Honestly! Can’t they provide anything stronger? It’s practically disrespect to serve-” A pause. “Hmm... well at least there’s plenty of eye candy to eat up.” The man changed topics in favor of discussing the newest arrival to his comrade.

From his vantage point, Kaeya discreetly surveyed the crowd. His sweep abruptly stopped when he spotted you in such an elegant gown. “My, my don’t you clean up well.” The captain chuckled quietly to himself. He smirked slyly down at you and thought of a couple ways to make you be the one to approach him.

His plans changed rapidly when he noticed how swarmed you were. You hadn’t even taken five steps before multiple men stopped you, a half circle was already beginning to form. Confusion and an awkward politeness were loud and clear on your features yet no one took the hint. 

The look of the situation bubbled up something in the pit of Kaeya's stomach. He would sooner cut off his silver tongue before ever calling it jealousy. It was accompanied by a feeling of annoyance. Do those men not have eyes? Couldn’t they see they were making you uncomfortable? They don’t even have the decency to let you greet your friends first before bombarding you.

He simply could not let this stand. As a knight, he is upheld to a code of chivalry after all. It was easy to weave his way through the other guests to get to you. “My dear Y/N, you made it!” Kaeya addressed you, loud enough to make a couple of the men turn to look. Without hesitation, he took the opening to wedge himself between the half turned bodies.

He made the maneuver look easy, like he had done this exact thing a million times over. The Calvary Caption smoothly took your hand in his and gazed into your eyes like there wasn’t a dozen people staring. He flash of a small smirk, with a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it glint in his eye before, he continuing his theatrics.

“You look simply heavenly.” Kaeya said in a sickeningly sweet tone, playing it up slightly for listening ears. “Now that you’ve arrived, you can do me the honors of bestowing me your first dance of the night. You did promise it to me after all.” 

You caught on quickly, nodding in agreement. That's all it took for Kaeya to lead you out of the corner you were trapped in and into the rest of the festivities. Once you both were out of earshot, you quietly thanked him. 

“There’s no need, Y/N. Those men were being simply unmannerly.” He laughed, a smug look creeping back onto his face. “Although, it would also be quite rude to make a liar out of me. So how about that dance?”  

Zhongli

Zhongli was familiar to with the formal banquets held on the Pearl Gallery. He did not always attend, but when he felt the desire to people watch the consultant accepted the invitation. The harbor is a beautiful heart of Liyue and the its people are the blood that pumps through her veins. To the being who laid its foundation, Rex Lapis viewed it like art to see the continued flow of life unfold before him.

He participated as the role an average guest. Someone may strike up a conversation now and again, in response he would chat idly about nothing at all. The visitor would then move on to their next conversation and Zhongli was perfectly content sipping his drink and taking in the evolving atmosphere.

The next shift in energy accompanied your arrival and his ember eyes watched the scene change before him once again. The former archon was fascinated by the buzz that rippled outward from where you stood. When you approached, people excitedly began chatting, smiling, and laughing. Knowing you well, he could tell you were radiating delight effortlessly, even while just greeting other guests. He no longer observed the gathering as a whole, his gaze instead followed the intricate detailing leading up your bodice. It was entrancing to watch each graceful step while you made your way around the ship’s deck.

Zhongli contemplated the notion of approaching you. Doing so would actively shift the trajectory of the evening. Taking your time for himself disrupts the organic flow of art he admired just moments prior. Would that be fair to you? You, who was someone he respected and admired. You, who looked so divine that it demanded all of his attention in that very moment. You, who Morax would willingly give all of it to.

The answer to his dilemma came simply while watching your eyes meet. Zhongli no longer felt content with his self assigned role of bystander. He had a deep desire to partake. Thus, the stubborn rock uprooted himself. 

“Hello again Y/N, you look blindingly radiant tonight.” Zhongli approached you with a graceful bow The lightest kiss is placed upon the back of your hand like a whisper. Your glowing smile and warm greeting prompts yet another decision. “It would be heavenly if you allowed me your company tonight. Would you care for a dance?”

The old archon had already inserted himself into this occasion's flow, it would be foolish not enjoy it in full. 

Childe

Jealousy. Jealousy. Jealousy. You were his guest after all. 

Tartaglia invited you, along with a few others, to a ball thrown by the Snezhnayan embassy. You weren't EXACTLY asked to be his date. Heck, the redhead even emphasized that you were invited as a good friend. But nonetheless, an honored guest of a Fatui Harbinger should be assumed off-limits. It shouldn't matter how stunning you look. Those men lingering around you will just need to be reminded. Politely of course.... 

Childe insisted on your attendance, even going as far as offering to buy you any dress you wanted for the occasion. You were still unsure, since you were aware of how bad the Fatui's reputation had tanked in Liyue recently. During back and forth with him, you jokingly pointed at an outrageously expensive dress in a shop display. There is no way, even someone with money, would drop that much on such a frivolous dress. It was double your rent for archon’s sake. 

Inevitably, when the dress was delivered on your step, you had to sit down to keep from falling over. You begged him to return it. There’s no way you could accept such an outragous gift. HE WAS BEING UNREASONABLE PLEASE! Like always, Tartaglia only laughed at you and teased how great you'll look in it.

The redhead didn’t expect just how great that was.

Some last minute Fatui conflicts allowed you to arrive before him. The party was in full swing and lively as ever. Guests were having enthusiastic discussions sometimes in a tongue you didn’t quite understand. It wasn’t long before you were pulled into a conversation, and then another. 

You already had five drinks lined up waiting for you by the time Childe arrived to the event. The fiery exchanges died down and a few peeled off rub elbows with the harbinger. Unfortunately, you were not able to go greet your friend. Three men blocked your path, insisting you finish your drink so you could dance with them. Any declination was laughed at and brushed over.

“Ah, you must be hard of hearing. My lovely guest here doesn’t wish to dance with you.” The polite words held a chilling edge to them. The men turned to face the instigator with puffed chests and annoyed glares. The Eleventh Fatui Harbringer stood behind them, a malicious smile staring directly back at them. Blood drained from the frozen men's faces and one by one they excused themselves with their tails tucked between their legs. 

“Now this isn’t fair.” Tartaglia sighed, his features relaxing now that is attention was on you. “You weren’t supposed to look this amazing in that dress Y/N.” He teased while also taking your hand and guiding you into a spin. “I may have to buy you a few more, so that I can see you like this more often.” You relaxed when you heard his playful tone return. You tell him to quit it while lightly slapping his shoulder. “Hm? I’ll stop if you agree to dance with me. How about it beautiful?”

Thoma

Thoma knew his way around a party. With so many connections to maintain, he fluttered from guest to guest like the social butterfly he was. When the Kamisatos throw a banquet, he’s usually busy with everything that goes on behind of the scenes. As a show of appreciation, Thoma was told to simply enjoy himself tonight. He was sure to take advantage of such an opportunity. The blond even invited you. Since he had no obligations, he could be the one showing you a good time for once. 

It was comical how obvious his double-take was when you arrive. The boy's green eyes sparkled and his mouth hung slightly ajar in awe. He catches himself, remembering his manners. Surely, it couldn't be proper to gawk at your friend so openly. 

Some habits die hard. The Kamisato Clan’s resident housekeeper is the first to greet you and guide you in. “Y/N you look....! Hah, I don't even know how to describe how beautiful you look. I'm utterly speechless." Thoma's charming smile was blinding when he looked at you. For someone rendered speechless, he didn't stop there. "That dress is perfect on you and the color just make your eyes... wow.”

You are showered in compliments. How he is doing it with a straight face? Thoma tone was so earnest and genuinely delighted to behold you, but each word made your face burn in embarrassment. You had to insist that he to stop to prevent your incoming heart attack.

“Ah, sorry Y/N. I must have gotten carried away.” He chuckled, only then finally showing an inkling of bashfulness. “Here, allow me to show you around, I have some people I’d love you to meet.” 

Thoma offered his arm and guided you around the festivities, while also subtly showing you off to everyone and anyone. Like two peas in a pod, you laughed and talked while you mingled around. Anyone who didn’t know better would think you were a fresh couple struck with puppy love. But in Thoma's oblivious mind, he saw himself as only your attendant for the evening. He was simply there to ensure you’re a great time. He was happy with this.

The blond noticed your eyes drift over to the dance floor. It's then that he toed a line of where a servant should stay. It would be selfish for him to take you from the party and be the one to dance the night away with you. Sure, he wanted to..... he really wanted to. Would that be ok? Well... what was life without risks? If this was not proper, he'd happily accept whatever consequences.

“Y/N, would you like to dance with me? It would hands down make me the luckiest guy here.”

Ayato

Ayato was bored of the banquet too soon after it begun. As Yashiro Commissioner, he hardly had a moment of peace. There was a multitude of important people in attendance and out of courtesy he exchanged pleasantries and discussed light politics. His lines were well rehearsed, polite and non-confrontational on any one matter. 

 He didn’t know you were on the guest list until your arrival. It didn't go unnoticed how you dress style and color pallet correlated perfectly with the Kamisato Clan's traditional attire. He deduced that Ayaka must of had a hand in both of those happenstances.

As if confirming Ayato's suspicions, Ayaka was the first to greet you. He watched the two of you excitedly talk amongst yourselves. She gestured toward your dress with a not-so-subtle two thumbs up from her. There was a growing chatter amongst the the guests. In less than five minutes you managed to become the center of talk. Not just anyone was warranted to wear Kamisato colors to their events, and so extravagantly at that too. Even with Ayaka’s clear public approval, people will imagine drama where there is none. 

Ayato had to admit, he couldn't tare his eyes from you. The clan head he was speaking to, continued going on and on about business dealings. Meanwhile in the commissioner's head, he began to map out how to speed run through the rest of the interactions he was obligated to have tonight. If he played his cards just right, he may have a moment to chat with you. If time allowed, he may even be able to squeeze in a single dance.

 Ayaka inevitably was pulled away to attend to her other duties, but she encouraged you to feel free to mingle and have fun. Once she left, the eyes on you and the quiet murmurs became much more apparent. 

Ayato noticed your previous excitement shift into anxiety. Left like this, you would be eaten alive by these ruthless socialites. You might even leave before he had a chance to make his way to you. This definitely won’t do. Ayato politely excused himself from the mind numbing pleasantries and briskly made his way across the banquet hall. Others who approached him received a similar kind but firm dismissal.

“These kinds of people always find something to gossip about, trust me.” You jumped, not expecting the sudden company. Least of all, you weren't expecting the head of the Kamisatio Clan to be the one to approach you. You look around at all the prying eyes and quickly compose yourself. You deeply bow to the man in front of you and state your name and status as a formal greeting. It felt strange since you were both so well acquainted as good friends. It was better to be safe than sorry in your opinion. You waited to be greeted back in a similar manner so that you could be released from your bow.... but there was only silence.

“Hah! There’s no need for that Y/N. You shouldn't feel the need to speak so formally to me for their sake.” Ayato's hand was slightly covering his mouth to stifle a few stray chuckles. You stood up properly and frowned at your friend in more embarrassment. Ayato sighed, amused, and leaned down to meet your eye level. “Really, there's no need for that. Besides, with how exquisite you look tonight, I should be the one honored.” The commissioner took a knee and placed a princely kiss upon your knuckles. Voices began to erupt around you two.

“Hm... Since everyone is going to be gossiping anyway, how about we give them something to talk about?” Ayato asked smoothly, his hand already leading you toward dance floor by the small of your back. 

Alhaitham

Alhaitham was only there because he was FORMALLY WARNED that he would be reprimanded if he missed another mandatory Akademiya event. 

The scribe was the definition of a party pooper. He sat in the corner with the best lighting and cracked open the book he had brought along. (This is the equivalent to being forced to go to an office Christmas party for this guy.) Any attempts to talk to him were either ignored or efficiently rudely turned away. 

The book became front once he finished it twice over. Alhaitham knew he should have brought a spare. To pass the time, he turned off his noise cancelling headphones and waited. People tended to say more when they thought you weren't listening. To his dismay... some conversations were just not worth listening to. The scribe became so bored he actually began his third re-read at some point. 

“Is it even allowed to wear something so....... adverse to an Akedemiya function? That has to be some sort of dress code violation.” Two scholars whispered to one another just within earshot. Ah, finally something interesting. 

Alhaitham spared a discreet glance from behind his book to the controversy of the hour. It was you... how unexpected. And how you were dressed, also unexpected. A quick glace had become more akin to appreciation. You stood defiantly confident in your body conforming emerald gown, meanwhile scholars were bending over backwards to avoid getting close at all costs. As if being associated with you would also get them a violation too.

The scribe shut his book since he had become interested enough in the situation to give his full attention. He had an idea what this was all about but this was definitely not the outcome he would have bet on. 

You had mentioned your annoyance with the Akedemiya’s dress code to him. You even submitted a few applications for an appeal. A couple even got approved through him before ultimately being rejected by the grand sage. It made no sense! Why were you being dress code on the exact shade of green you wore? Or that your attire had to be floor length? For archon’s sake you were even told your comfortable shoes were too dirty to be acceptable. And you definitely showed them. Alhaitham didn't bother hiding the way he eyed you over. And recalling the rules and regulation.... there’s technically nothing wrong with your outfit. Although, you were guaranteed to get an earful tomorrow by the sages. He decided with that alone that congratulations were in order.

“I must say, this a wonderfully scandalous way to prove your point.” Alhaitham mused while approaching you. You rolled your eyes at his comment and both relief and stress washed over your person. While thankful for some sort of company tonight, your antisocial colleague was the last person you expected to run into here. You greeted him stiffly while preparing yourself for the endless teasing sure to follow. Alhaitham had just enough respect for your efforts to hold his tongue for now. He instead held out his hand in an invitation, the hint of a smirk emerging across his features.

“You know, dancing is technically only 'frowned upon' at these kind of events. Care to piss off a few more old men?”

You guys were about to be in so much trouble...

<A/N: Another repost from my old blog!!! I love this one! The only things I changes were made for the better I think. I really gotta stop writing these at like 3Am and calling it a day. SOME OF THESE WERE SO CONFUSING BEFORE EDITING IT. Anyway thanks for the follows and likes I'mma keep on trucking these out. This was was particularly long so the rest should be faster. "should">

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Chapter 1| Ever so perfect

Ayato x Male reader series

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Inazuma's Tri-Commission family clans had to be of utmost perfection not only in the eyes of Inazuma citizens, but also to fellow nations, and even the eyes of the almighty Shogun. Because of this, some clan heads had fallen short of the high demand it was to be an Inazuman commissioner. While often times it felt as if other high-elite families would wait on the downfall or slip-ups of certain commissioners. As what has happened to the Kujo clan and unfortunately the Kamisato clan in the past.

But with the new era of Inazuma, changes had to be made. But the unspoken rules of how a clan head should appear to the Inazuma public didn't go unchanged, especially with the new young heir to the Kamisato family's title as Yashiro commissioner. Kamisato Ayato's appearance to the public eye was nothing short of perfection. The new Yashiro commissioner was a young, beautiful, talented, charming, and well-rounded gentleman. Along with his sweet, adorable younger sister, lady Ayaka. The Yashiro commissioner was perfection.

But even a man of perfection has needs of his own too. but with how his life was set up, Ayato was used to those needs being ignored. he was used to the fleeting looks, the prayers of women, and all around begging to have him to their own. How so many high-elite mothers would practically beg to have him court their daughters, nieces, and sisters. No matter the age.

However, every time he would thank them for their kind and affectionate words but would politely decline them. Half of Inazuma city knew of how many heartbroken women cried themselves to sleep with how the Yashiro commissioner had broken their hearts in twain with his charming smile, his handsome eyes, and of course his sultry voice.

"I'm terribly sorry but I'm going to have to decline, you seem like a wonderful woman. but alas, my work came first. I must serve Inazuma first before myself. Please understand, if it were my way I would challenge it." he'd say.

It was so unfair to the masses when he declared his work for Inazuma came first and not his romantic life. Such a shame indeed, but no one could dare say he wasn't a dedicated man. Some would say too dedicated...

It was another late night, Ayato bidding goodnight to his sister, Thoma, and the rest of the Kamisato house staff. He was the only one awake at such an awful hour. His eyes burned in exhaustion, his shoulders felt heavy with unwanted tension and his mind was plagued with frustration and anxieties about the future. The Vision Hunt Decree was over, the Kujo clan had made troubles with the Shogun and now the future of Inazuma was uncertain. The Kamisato clan needed to secure itself in the uncertain future. Even if it meant sacrifices like Ayato's sanctuary being pushed to the side yet again.

His long and overdue rest was needed, but sleep wouldn't fix this toll this time. He needed something to get his mind off fully, his mind had to be occupied with something other than work for once.

Then one thing led to another, what would have been a small mightily stroll through the city led to him ending up on a backstreet in the Ritou, the walk between the islands and the beaches wasn't too hard. Mainly Ayato didn't know how far away from home he was. The street was full of life at an unusual time like this. He then remembered Ritou was the home of foreigners in Inazuma, whether for trade, entertainment or just for a vacation.

Ritou was full of life outside of the Kanjou Commission's doors. Ayato really couldn't explain but this type of excitement didn't exist in the daytime. Adults sneaking around, giggling, smiling like children with a secret from their parents. Others dipped behind buildings, hiding from the streetlights. It was strange to say but not unwelcome.

He was also surprised he wasn't spotted. he didn't wear his usual attire, only a simple grey Yukata. The air around him wasn't as up-kept, more so relaxed. As if being perfect here was impossible. Instead, the air around him felt more alive, the lights, sounds of distant music from a nation far over, laughter and the sounds of pure pleasure came from a distinct building in particular. Following the noise, Ayato was greeted by the open door to what seemed like a small bit of heaven on earth.

Entering the somewhat cramped house, he was greeted by the smell of alcohol, sweat, burnt sugar, and just people in general. But it wasn't unwelcoming. He looked around and saw people from all walks of life, sitting, drinking, and enjoying each other's company. Frankly, it was nice but it seemed like there was more. Ayato took a seat at a random bar within the main room and just watched from afar how this spectacle was allowed. he saw men kissing and touching other men, and women pulling groups of people out of the small house or into a room upstairs. He even saw clothes left around the sitting area while others got plane drunk.

While he was taking in the vivid scenery around him, another joined him at the small bar. "2 small cups of your finest Mondstat wine, thank you very much." They spoke, turning to see who made the order, Ayato was greeted by warm but beautiful [eye color]eyes. The smile you gave him was unlike any other. You accepted the drinks and handed him one, the wine was a little too sweet for his liking, his face must have given it away. Your laughter at his face change gave a small buzz to Ayato's ears. It wasn't enjoyable but rather the opposite. It was new, it wasn't a soft chuckle people gave him at high gatherings of the commissions. It was pure laughter and joy of just life and something you found funny, not a thing you found funny at one's expense. You had about shoulder-length hair, similar to a traditional sense in Inazuma. It was somewhat messy and unorganized but it appealed to your character. Your voice was soft, but had a certain tone akin to playful, teasing even.

You smiled again, "Not much of a wine drinker either? I feel ya, Mondstat is great n'all but they need more...flavor."

The emphasis on the word alone sent chills up Ayato's spine, your presence alone was somewhat intimidating due to the fact Ayato couldn't calculate how to respond. The atmosphere, the lights, the noise, was so much.

Sensing maybe it was time to take a small walk outside, you slipped your hand in between him, lacing your fingers together. You guided him outside the small house towards the beach near the pear of Ritou. The beach was quiet, calm even.

Ayato still had his hand in yours, the callouses, the scars on your hands, and his felt so good to him. He couldn't explain why. "So what made you come here, like were you invited, just dropping by for a little visit with one of the girls? Or did you look for something more...exotic?"

"I'm sorry I don't really understand what you're insinuating..." You grinned, did he know what you were talking about? You leaned in extra close, so close you could feel your noses touch. Ayato out of instinct pulled back, but the shared personal space and intimacy weren't broken just yet.

"You don't get it? So why are you here then?" Ayato stared at this stranger whose eyes bore so much mystery that they pulled him in closer and closer. Your eyes slanted slightly and you huffed a breath between your closed lips. Did he really not know why he was there? You could see the confusion in his eyes, the teetering of what he wanted to do and what he needs. The frustration, you just needed him to dip closer and closer to your end. "If you really don't know what kind of place this is, allow me to show you, my dear...just do what feels good for right now..." You whispered against his lips. You gave encouraging pecks against his chin and jaw. Small wet kisses on the apples of his cheeks.

Ayato when you got closer to his lips leaned back. "I- We can't do this, we're both...this can't happen.." He mumbled but, he couldn't do this, it felt too good. "Why? Because we're both men or because you just want to stop. If you want me to stop I will." You leaned back, keeping a good distance.

Ayato felt his heart beating out of his chest, his hand was still in yours. The waves crashing against each other was a simple sound to keep him teetering like a small boat in a huge ocean full of responsibilities. He could see the shore, the shore that gave him his sanctuary, his peace of mind. But it seemed so far away.

You pulled his hand close your lips and gave it a simple kiss. "Why are you here hm? What did you want from here?" He didn't know. At first it was to get his mind off, but now he could see where the hell else this could be. Ayato wasn't stupid he knew something was up with this place, he knew all those smiling people weren't here just for alcohol. H knew that once he sat down at the bar. But here with you, a man he didn't know, kissing him and making his body react in ways he didn't know how. He didn't know what was going on, or what he wanted.

"Okay, since you're on the fence, why not start slow. Hmm? I'm [name] what's your sweet thing?" Your pet name made a small blush pop onto his face. Ayato was fine with this...it was slower. "Ayato." "Good, Ayato..why did you come here then sweetheart? Were you invited here too?" There were invitations to these things?? Ayato sighed and began explaining roughly how he took a walk and ended up here. he was tired, flustered, slightly aroused, and needed some clarity. "Ah, so you wanted to relieve stress, I gotcha." Ayato felt your hand squeeze him, your thumb trailing over his knuckles. He needed to ask.

"What is this place exactly. Be honest, and don't beat around the bush." He spoke in a more professional and demanding tone, you just smiled and tilted your head.

"This is Ritou's Red Light town, dear Yashiro Commissioner. My question is why are you here?"

Tags: @kiiyoooo

AN: Little rocky, but give it some time.

[genshin-side-piece]

Does anyone else randomly think about that one time Thoma threw a spear at Raiden's face and how unbelievably hot it was?

[corps3vvitch]

prince ⪼ kamisato ayato

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Having Ayato in your bed can be so alluring. His pretty ass up, hips bruised, rear hot and red from spanking. Your hand in his soft locks, making him look in your eyes as you claim him as your little slut. Not to mention stretching his pink, almost flower-like hole for your plastic or not cock with your fingers. And! He would look soooo pretty with a pink/purple collar around his slender, pale neck <3

[movedtolilmouzee]

𝔚𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔬𝔦𝔫𝔤?

𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘶?, 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩, 𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘭 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘰, 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘺𝘢𝘵𝘰.

(Zee's note- First offical post for my favorite genshin pretty boy. Hopefully someone enjoys this :))

Your nightly routine with ayato could differ from time to time. He is a busy man and gets so caught up in his work.

Tonight was like every normal night, having dinner with Ayato, Thoma, and Ayaka, everyone watching half an hour of a movie before getting too tired to continue. Biding Ayaka farewell for the night before finding yourself and ayato in the bathroom, in your bathrobes and matching slippers, a fluffy headband holding both yours and ayatos hair back.

"I'm worried that I'm slacking off a bit too much, my little flower." Ayato mumbled while applying a face mask onto your face, smoothing out any wrinkles or creases the mask may have, watching the way your eyes rolled and how your lips parted to sigh "You're working too much if anything, ayato. Thoma almost had a heart attack from seeing your office room so torn apart, poor ayaka couldn't even open the door thanks to the amount of books and papers you had stacked against the door."

"I'm sorry, my dear, I just get so caught up in my work. You understand don't you?" Ayato asked chuckling as you responded with a huff and a small "I guess, but next time it happens you're cooking dinner" you warned trying to hold back your giggles while applying the face mask onto ayatos face,watching how he puts his hand on his chest going on about how he'd be a fool to upset you.

"I understand work is important to you and it's important that you complete it but it isn't healthy. I think I've lost count of how many times you've skipped meals, come to bed at 3 am and have woken up at 5 am just to do it all over again." You continued on unsure if ayato was listening to you, at least you could vent your troubles and not bottle them up.

Ayato just nodded, enjoying the feeling of the jade roller gently rolling on his cheeks, lips parting to hum while you warned him of his dangerous work habits. "You aren't listening, kamisato" you said annoyed gaining ayatos full attention.

"Hm? Of course I am, doll. I just know that if I go against your word, I'll only upset you more. I can't have my little flower upset before bed" Ayato teased, laughing at how you huffed turning your head away to hide the blush on your cheeks. You hated the way ayato could fluster you without even having to my try.

"How about we get some rest, we'll call ayaka over tomorrow and talk about this together and figure out a healthy work balance for me when we're rested." Ayato hummed, removing his and your face mask rubbing the left over product into your cheeks.

Agreeing with the plan your hand slipped into ayatos letting him lead you into your shared bedroom, slipping your robe and slippers off before laying down on your bed, ayato quickly sliding in behind you. His arm laying over your hips, pulling you closer to him, his hand resting under your shirt on your stomach, his face near the back of your neck. "I love you Y/N."

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＃ GENSHIN IMPACT !! ♡ — A FELINE'S WISH FOR A BIRD OF PREY (AYATO X READER).

#. synopsis! — accompanying ayaka to a masquerade ball becomes an increasingly more difficult endeavor when you realize just how differently you've lived compared to your wealthy, noble counterparts. not to mention that ayato suddenly asks you to dance with him .

#. characters! —ayato .

#. warnings! — angst , mentions of/references to class disparity .

#. word count! — 4.6k .

#. alt accounts! — @ddollipop (nsfw) @yyolkchi (reblog/spam) .

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Duty swept Ayaka away a while ago, leaving you in the Masquerade Hall alone. You’ve got a vice-like grip on the once-pristine glass you’re holding that’s now riddled with sweat from your clammy palms and squished fingerprints from your constant fidgeting. You haven’t taken a single drink from it the entire time, instead holding it just to feel more like those around you. This was a bad idea from the start. And the worst part of all is that you knew it was a bad idea, but couldn’t bear the thought of turning Ayaka, your newfound best friend, away.

So you went along with it. You found an outfit elegant enough for the occasion, —the occasion being a Masquerade Ball for nobility and high-ranking government officials from all the nations of Teyvat, held in bustling inner-city Fontaine,—you chose a mask upon arrival (and were stuck with only two options, one being a slightly cracked, oddly colored fox, and the other being the obvious choice of a falcon with intricate, vine-like designs,) and you took a deep breath, hoping to simply grin and bear it.

You’re hardly an individual who can be considered “from nobility.” You come from a family of miners: hard-working, but not exactly high on the list of social status, especially in a place like Inazuma where titles often hold much weight. You don’t exactly fit in here, either. Though you spent a fair amount on your outfit, it’s painfully obvious that yours would be considered cheap if you were to compare it to anyone else’s here. It’s then that you passively start to regret not having let Ayaka have an outfit made specifically for you as she’d offered many times over. . .

“Don’t go to the trouble! Everyone will be focusing on you and Ayato, —not me. The way your outfits look is much more important!” You’d insisted at the time, and even now, you agree with the heart of your assurance.

But everytime someone so much as glances in your general direction, you fear they’re then turning back to their wealthy comrades to snicker about how “unfortunate” you must be to have shown up in something so lackluster. After all, the most expensive thing adorning your body at the moment is your earrings that aren’t even yours to begin with. Ayaka lent them to you as a last minute touch up, happily clipping them to your earlobes while mentioning that she’d never worn them before because they never seemed to match her outfits properly, “but they match yours perfectly!”

You weren’t so certain about that, but again, didn’t have the heart to turn her away.

“Care to dance?”

You nearly jump out of your skin and drop that fairly sullied glass held tight in your hand when Ayato approaches you with that request. He notes the way you flinch and quickly apologizes.

“I’m sorry,” he says, but a dangerously amused smile seems to play ever so gently on his lips just below the hem of the silver, gem-adorned cat mask that rests atop the upper half of his handsome face. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

To say that Ayato makes you nervous would be a grave understatement. You know much of him, but have spoken to him personally very few times. Of course, being close with Ayaka has afforded you sneak peeks into parts of his life from time to time, but you’re certain that admiring him from a distance and truly knowing him are two completely different things.

It doesn’t help that you have a crush on him, —one that Ayaka thankfully has yet to pick up on, as far as you know. She likely wouldn’t be mad, but as her elder brother, Ayato feels beyond off-limits. You often feel guilty for harboring any feelings for him in the first place, so there’s no telling just how much worse that would get if you ever indulged in that attraction actively. . . Although, you doubt someone of Ayato’s status and admittedly high-levels of handsomeness would ever glance in your direction. There’s distance there that need not be filled, as far as your perception of it goes.

“That’s okay,” you manage a coherent reply before explaining: “I’m a little on edge is all. I don’t come to events like this often.”

But you’re sure he’d already deduced as much from your clothes.

“I try to avoid them when I can,” he admits in return. “The idle chatter is a rather tedious endeavor.”

You’ve heard that sentiment from Ayato before. 

“I imagine it gets tiring being someone of your status at gatherings,” you acknowledge.

“Ah, you know who I am, then?” He says, almost sounding saddened by it.

Huh. . . ?

Did he really think that a simple mask would be enough to hide everything else? It’s not as if he and Ayaka both don’t stand out amongst a crowd. Even with their faces covered, it’s nearly impossible to not notice them each in their own regard. Ayaka’s giveaway is her long, powder-blue ponytail that bounces ever so slightly when she walks, as well as the way she seems to glide across the floor like she’s dancing sometimes.

And Ayato. . . His giveaway is not only his hair that might as well be sparkling under the dimmed lights of the hall, but his voice; so melodic and sweet, but confident all the same. The voice you’ve heard in passing a million times before when he enters the Kamisato Estate and you hear him walking by through the halls from Ayaka’s bedroom. He moves in ardent strides and drips with security. He lives in a completely different world from you.

“. . . Kamisato Ayato,” you say, answering his question.

His amused smile seems to falter into one of melancholy.

“Correct,” he confirms. “Being from Fontaine, I’d just assumed I’d need to introduce myself properly.”

He leaves out the part about assuming your lack of nobility or high status based on your clothing. While he can be tactless at times, he knows much better than to mention something so careless. Just as well, he still thinks you look lovely tonight, even if your outfit hadn’t been hand woven to match your every dip and curve.

“Being. . . From Fontaine?” You inquire further, feeling hopelessly confused.

Although, you must admit that it makes sense he wouldn’t recognize you. He traveled with Thoma rather than his sister after he learned that Ayaka would be bringing a friend along, so he hadn’t a clue what you’d be wearing or what mask you’d be donning. Not to mention the fact that most conversations between the two of you have been quick and in passing, Ayato simply stopping and greeting you to be polite rather than out of genuine interest. He’s busy, always rushing about from place to place, or locking himself away in his office to complete stacks of paperwork that might as well be tall enough to reach the ceiling. 

It makes sense that he doesn’t really know you well enough to pick you out of a crowd, especially with a mask on the upper half of your face. Unlike you, he likely hasn’t memorized your voice. He hasn’t looked on as you grace his presence with your own, heart thumping a little faster.

“The falcon masks,” Ayato elaborates, “they’re quite popular among citizens of Fontaine, no? Perhaps I assumed too quickly.”

You should tell him. You really should. But the opportunity to be someone else before him is just so enticing that it’s hard to resist. Impossible, even.

“You’ve got a good eye,” you tell him.

It’s not really lying if you don’t outright deny his suspicions. Lying by omission, sure. . . But not simply lying.

He laughs, low and charming.

“I must agree,” Ayato answers, but somehow, it doesn’t seem to be the case that he’s referencing the falcon mask’s connotation.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was flirting with you.

“The offer to dance still stands, by the way,” he says, offering his hand for you to take. “If I may?”

Without fully thinking, you begin to reach up, but stop yourself halfway. There’s a lot wrong with this situation, and you’re beginning to worry that you’re going to wind up in over your head. What if Ayaka sees? Although, that’s unlikely considering that she’d been ushered away by some very talkative businessmen from Liyue to another room entirely, and if her luck were to rear its ugly head, she might well spend the rest of the night getting an earful from them. And you know better than anyone that she wouldn’t be the type to interrupt or easily find a way to remove herself from the situation.

I should tell him.

You open your mouth to make the confession, but another spills out entirely.

“I. . . I’m not a very good dancer,” you say.

For what it’s worth, that is true. In a setting like this, you haven’t a clue how to move your feet or dance with someone else. Ayaka had offered to teach you some simple steps, but you’d insisted that it wouldn’t be of any use, and if not for Ayato’s startling request, you more than likely would have been right.

“I’m not much of one myself,” he notes, almost playfully so, “but I can lead a few choppy steps, if you’d give me the honor.”

He’s persistent, but not pushy. You know you can decline and he won’t be upset. . . But his hand is right there, outstretched to you of all people, and it’s hard not to feel like the luckiest person in the world.

So you take him up on his offer and let your fingers softly grace the flat of his palm. He offers you another smile, although you can't seem to read between the lines of this one, and he places your sullied glass on a passing collection tray. As promised, he leads you in an easy dance, whispering to you the directions you should step the first few times as he seeks to ease you into the movements.

"You're a natural," he compliments, though you're sure he's only being polite.

You gaze up at him through the wide slits in your falcon mask, quickly finding his eyes behind the holes of his own. Even under the shadow cast from his feline disguise, you can see the bright, heart-melting periwinkle sparkle of his irises. You've never before had the opportunity to gaze up at him like this, but you quickly subvert your gaze to the ground, pretending to watch your feet as you move slowly in his wake. He's so. . . Perfect. So much so that it's driving you wild.

To dance with someone like him at an event like this is a dream come true; but in the back of your mind, you know it wouldn't ever truly last. He'll move on, find someone of higher status, whether by way of choice or pressure to do so. He'll never think twice about you once this night has passed.

"Your eyes are beautiful," he says in a low, whispered voice.

Your heart all but palpitates at the compliment. It feels so sincere, —like it's not just something he's saying because he wants to have a fleeting love affair with someone he thinks to be from another nation. This behavior of his, if a bit reckless, is genuine. . . Maybe even devastatingly so.

"I-I don't know about that," you answer with a brief stumble, quickly finding your verbal balance once more, "—but thank you. That's nice of you to say."

His fingers, once loosely hooked around the tippy top of your hip, relax to a semi-firm hold. Like it or not, every touch is melting you down even more, and even the thought of being caught by Ayaka has completely slipped your mind. You don't have the will to fight these feelings away for the time being. It's hard to not live in the moment when every graze of his fingertips electrifies your nervous system and leaves you tingling from head to toe.

As you dance with Ayato to the soft, violin-heavy music that plays in the background, you lose yourself. You can't help it. Everything is too intoxicating, and though you've purposefully avoided all the alcoholic drinks tonight, you've found yourself lost and delirious all the same.

Kamisato Ayato. . . It's all your fault. . .

"If I may," you request softly, "why did you ask me to dance with you? Out of everyone else, I mean."

His answer is quick and concise, as if he didn't even need to consider it. Or, perhaps it was more so that he'd been waiting for such a question all along.

“You seemed to be the only person here who wanted nothing from me at all.”

It’s hardly difficult to imagine all the people that have likely approached him tonight in need of something here and another there. . . Ayaka began dealing with very similar things the moment she entered the hall. You’d been on your own for most of the night, chatting with her in between the exhausting conversations about politics, foreign affairs, and other things you have little to no experience with outside of being her companion. You know little more than the average person even still, as Ayaka prefers to keep business and friendships as very separate endeavors.

“It must be rough,” you acknowledge, “. . . I doubt I could manage even half as well as you do if I were in your place.”

“You flatter me,” Ayato smiles again, “but I’m hard-pressed to believe you. I have a feeling you could manage just fine.”

Again, it’s so genuine that it almost stings.

“Beyond that,” he continues, reaching up with a single hand to push his mask up to the side, revealing his full face to you, “I’m interested to know more about you. What brings you to this event?”

Your sister.

“Um. . . Nothing really in particular,” you reply vaguely, hoping to leave it at that.

He doesn’t press it, though he is curious as to what your answer means. Something about the way your kind eyes flicker up at him, and then quickly away again almost sheepishly, is familiar to him somehow. . . Not that Ayato is any stranger to nervous eye contact.

“Might I ask for your name then?” He inquires.

Your heart begins to race. What are you to do in this situation that you’re completely and utterly unprepared for? If you’re honest, what happens if he recalls the day you introduced yourself to him officially? It’s not much of a longshot to assume that Ayaka has spoken of you to her elder brother, and though he may not know you personally at all, he likely knows of you. But you’re drawing a blank and can’t seem to think of any fake names to offer him that don’t sound completely and utterly ridiculous. The silence between the two of you, while having only lasted for a few seconds by now, seems deafening.

Just when you’ve decided to succumb and let the pieces fall where they may in order to avoid the long-term embarrassment, a saving grace seems to swoop by with slicked back hair and a gaudy suit on. A man you’ve never seen before approaches Ayato and all but pulls him away from you, as if you had never existed in the first place. . . And maybe in their world, the one Ayato lives with the rest of his wealthy, noble counterparts, you never truly did. He’d interrupted you as if you were little more than dirt on his shoe.

“Mr Kamisato, it’s been quite a while! I’ve recently heard news that the state of affairs in Inazuma has been faring quite nicely since you were given a higher position. Though I’m sure the work is tedious, I imagine the results have been pleasing for both yourself and. . .”

You’re out of earshot before the man finishes, having slipped out of Ayato’s grip and back into reality. With murmured apologies, you slip through the crowd and into another room altogether, spotting Ayaka in the far corner. You can tell her smile is strained, but there isn’t much you can do to help her. In fact, there’s really nothing you can do at all. So instead, you slip out onto the balcony of the building, desperately in need of some fresh air.

It’s cold out here, and though lots of people are mingling inside, you feel alone, —completely isolated in your own little prison. You slip the mask off your face and hold it in your hands, trying your best to hold back tears as you crane your neck to look up at the sky. Stars seem to twinkle amongst the inky expanse above, but their joyous concert falls on deaf ears. A small sob bubbles up your throat.

To make matters worse, you reach up to hastily wipe away your shameful tears, only to find that one of your earrings is missing. One of Ayaka’s earrings. You know you have to find it, but you can’t will your legs to move. Even more so, you know you don’t exactly look your best right now, and the thought of letting anyone see you this way is completely humiliating. 

You resign yourself to huddling against your knees, back pressed to the wall in the far corner where you can’t be seen from the inside. There, you let yourself cry for a few minutes, —allowing yourself to feel every inch of sorrow and discomfort, thinking maybe it’ll make you feel better. It doesn’t. . . At least not really, anyway. So much had been right, and then so much had been wrong. Or, maybe everything had been wrong the entire time and you were just too caught up in the moment to realize it.

By the time your tears stop flowing and you’ve leveled your breathing out, someone has joined you on the balcony.

“Y/n?” 

His voice is familiar, almost comforting in the moment. You draw your gaze up to meet his eyes from where you’re sitting.

“Thoma. . .”

“Is everything okay?” He inquires, softly adding: “if there’s something you need to talk about, I’ll be glad to lend an ear.”

You give a bitter laugh, mostly at yourself. He’s just being kind, as he always is, in true Thoma fashion.

“I just don’t think I belong here,” you tell him.

“All the fancy clothes and all the jewels, —all the people with more Mora than I’ll likely ever see in my entire lifetime. People who’ve lived most of their lives well off, doing things I can only do now because of my friendship with Ayaka. . . And even then, it’s clear that I just don’t fit in. The divide between myself and everyone else is wide enough to swallow me whole.”

Thoma gets it, probably more than you might expect. With how well he’s integrated himself into the Kamisato siblings’ way of life, it’s almost too easy to forget that Thoma is much like you. He often accompanies the two on various trips, aiding in their schedules, sometimes taking care of the finer details. His official title is that of a housekeeper, but he does much more than just that behind the scenes of it all.

“I understand where you’re coming from,” he tells you gently. “I really do. It’s not easy sometimes, even for me, and I’ve been to dozens of events like these.”

“Could’ve fooled me,” you reply with a soft smile, “you look the part, and I’m sure you play it well enough.”

“I certainly didn’t at first. I was completely overwhelmed, and probably feeling a lot like you are right now. Completely lost and afraid to make any mistakes, worried that everyone was judging me no matter what I was doing, as if everyone could see right through the nice suit I was wearing and the smile I was trying so hard to keep plastered on my face.”

“And it’s like everyone just knows somehow that you’re not meant to be here, that you’re not cut out for this kind of environment, and they’re all just standing around waiting for you to mess up and completely humiliate yourself or something,” you add bitterly.

“At the same time though, you seem to be invisible,” he continues. “People maneuver around you and disregard your existence sometimes, —as if you’re so insignificant that they couldn’t be bothered to give you the time of night.”

“Exactly,” you sigh deeply.

“But,” Thoma says, optimistically so, “a lot of that is all in your head. Most people don’t come to these kinds of events to poke fun at others, and the rude people only stand out because you’re already focusing on all the negatives. At the end of the day, someone like you. . . People like us, —we have just as much a right to be here as anyone else.”

“I do believe that’s true,” you acknowledge.

“I just. . . Wish that everyone else believed that it was true as well.”

“Well, whether certain individuals like it or not, here we are,” he says candidly.

You smile.

“Thank you for talking with me, Thoma,” you say.

“My pleasure,” he replies, eyes slitting into little crescent moons as he gives you another smile.

Just when he’s about to comment on how chilly it’s gotten as the night has deepened and suggest that the both of you head back inside, another man steps out onto the balcony.

“Thoma,” Ayato says, “have you seen Ayaka by any cha—”

He stops himself mid-sentence when he realizes that you’re sitting in the darkest corner of the balcony, arms wrapped around your knees.

“Nevermind,” he withdraws his previous question, “. . . would you mind giving us a bit?”

Thoma asks no questions, simply nods his head and does as was asked of him. He slips back inside and moves away from the entrance to the balcony, just to be clear that he has no plans of eavesdropping on whatever conversation is about to take place.

You have a hard time even looking up at him now, nonetheless meeting his eyes. It’s far too late to pull the falcon mask over your upper face again, so with no hope of hiding your appearance now, you take a quick breath in and resign yourself to whatever outcome is waiting on the horizon.

Ayato seems as calm, cool, and collected as he always does. It’s almost intimidating now.

Before he speaks, he offers his hand to you for the second time tonight. Once more, you take it. It’s warmer the second time around. . . He helps you to your feet and doesn’t mention that your eyes are puffy or that your face is a little tear-stained.

“It’s a bit cold,” he notes, slipping the jacket of his suit off in order to drape it over your shoulders.

It smells like him, and you don’t have the will to hand it back. Your shaking hands grip at either side, pulling the jacket around yourself a little tighter.

“Thank you,” you say in a voice barely above a whisper.

“I suppose I did presume too quickly that you hailed from Fontaine,” he comments.

There’s no hint of bitterness in his voice, —in fact, there’s little more than a silent understanding. You’re not certain of how much he’s been able to grasp from your brief interaction, but you have a sneaking suspicion that your feelings for him are no longer a complete secret. Which is embarrassing, of course, but. . . It could always be worse.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize, nearly choking on the words as they bubbled up from the back of your throat. “I know that I’ve put you in an awkward position, and that truly wasn’t my intention, I just. . .”

You trail off, uncertain of what to say. You don’t really know what happened. It was like you were being swept away, completely overtaken by the way his warmth seeped from his palm to the tips of your fingers. Selfishly, when you had the opportunity to touch someone you’d long thought to be out of reach, you couldn’t manage to turn him away.

“There’s no need for you to apologize,” Ayato assures you. “I’m the one who asked you to dance, after all. It was my mistake not recognizing you much sooner. You did feel familiar to me somehow, but I couldn’t seem to place it.”

You stay silent, unsure of what you’re supposed to say in reply, or even if you’re supposed to reply at all.

“Ah,” he says, as if a lightbulb has gone off over his head, “that reminds me.”

His long, lithe fingers fumble around in his pocket for a moment or two before he removes them and holds a dangling crystal between them. Your eyes widen a bit at the sight of Ayaka’s earring, —one half of the pair you thought you’d lost for good.

“I realized who you were after you’d rushed away,” he explains. “These earrings were a gift from a member of Liyue’s Qixing given to Ayaka last summer. I recognized this one the moment I saw it on the floor at the tip of my shoe. The pieces came together easily after that.”

Ayato turns to the side, bringing the earring close to you.

“May I?”

You nod in approval, and he says nothing more, instead reaching out to brush a few loose strands of hair out of your face and tucking them behind your ear. He then clips the earring to your earlobe before pulling his hands away and returning them promptly to his sides.

You swallow the lump that’s formed in your throat.

“I really am sorry,” you tell him, “even if you don’t think I have to be. The truth is that I was happy when you asked me to dance and once I realized you didn’t recognize me, I thought that if you knew who I was, you’d have taken the offer back. So I didn’t say anything.”

“I wouldn’t have taken the offer back,” he says firmly.

“When I told you that I wanted to dance with you because you were the only person in the room that I didn’t feel wanted me to do something for them, I meant that. And I meant it when I said your eyes are beautiful as well, —because they are. Especially now. They reflect starlight like the surface of the ocean.”

You clam up in the face of such a bold compliment. Ayato makes it hard for you to breathe sometimes. And as if to emphasize his points, he offers his hand to you for the third time that night.

“Would you like to dance with me? No masks, no interruptions. . . Just the two of us and the waxing moon.”

With your heart pounding like a drum, you take him up on his offer yet again. It feels much more intimate now that you’re away from everyone else, his hands stationed along your hips and your hands resting on his shoulders. You decide then and there that when this party ends, you’re going to be honest with Ayaka about your feelings for her elder brother. Whether this goes anywhere between you and Ayato is one thing, but not telling Ayaka the truth is another, and she’s likely deserved to know all along. Avoiding it has given you a lot of grief, and with these sudden and fully unexpected developments happening as they are, you know it’s better to be honest with her now and not blindside her with this later if things end up getting serious.

Hopefully, everything will turn out okay in the end.

You have a feeling it will.

But for now, you’re content where you are, dancing with Ayato under the light of a thousand stars.

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— lowkey.

character[s] — kamisato ayato. theme & genre — fluff, kissing, strangers to lovers? cw/tw — alcohol, a tad bit suggestive. word count — 2.9k words. a/n — for @maehemthemisfit 's fluffvember collab ! thank you for having me <3

wonder what i'll do when the cops come through and the whiskey's run out.

you mindlessly swirled around the sparkling beverage in your wine glass, the soft party lights illuminating everything around you.

you weren't really one for house parties, especially when your friend who'd promised to keep you company had just abandoned you to go talk to someone about fifteen minutes ago. now, you were sitting alone, which was quite embarrassing, considering everyone around you was chattering away with their companions.

it was a shame, really. you'd gotten all dressed up and put on your best clothes and nicest accessories, and even got all excited to have fun with your friends, all to be left alone.

although, you wouldn't say you felt alone, honestly.

especially not with the incredibly handsome stranger who'd been eyeing you for the past five minutes.

he wasn't exactly a stranger, you'd seen him around your university, he was quite the celebrity there. understandably so, since he was the president of the student council, his sister being the vice president. you didn't quite remember his name. from what you'd heard, he was an intelligent and opportunistic man, but equally mischievious and cunning. but god, no one had told you he would be so attractive.

when you first met his eyes, you immediately turned to the other side, a bit surprised from realising he was looking at you, of all people. in your eyes, you were definitely one of the least eye-catching people there, surrounded by many eccentric souls who came off a bit too strong in their mannerisms and impressions.

feeling his gaze on you, you fixed your hair out of instinct, looking down at the drink. it seemed lackluster now, for some reason. actually, almost everything seemed lackluster after you'd locked eyes with him.

time passed rather slowly for your comfort, and it was a bit frustrating. solely because you still felt him looking at you, his lavender eyes gazing upon your figure sitting on the bar stool. you would rather he come up and talk to you instead.

he was assertively sitting on the sofa, legs crossed as if he owned the place. some women did approach him, but he was quick to deny any advances made from them. he came with four other people before, but now he was all alone. you'd noticed them get up and go to dance, and you assumed he didn't want to.

well, assumptions were no more needed, anyway. you could just straight up ask him directly, now, since he was making his way to you before you could process anything.

'cause i've been lookin' at you since half past two, wanna take this downtown?

a cool, collected voice asked you, "is this seat taken, miss?" and you quickly nodded, knowing who it might be. his voice made little goosebumps form on your skin, but you dismissed it to be the cold air in the room. it was nearing the end of november, anyway.

you took another sip of your drink. you suddenly felt like you were underdressed for the occasion, even though this was the most you've dressed up for a party.

he had a cup of bubble tea in his hand (the first time you'd ever seen someone drink bubble tea at a house party), fairly well-dressed for a place full of people on the verge of breaking down, with his blue hair tied into a low ponytail that was thrown over his shoulder.

you glanced at him, and felt your cheeks darken a bit. you convinced yourself it was the alcohol (and spoiler alert: this wasn't the last time you're to blame the your drink for whatever was to go down). why were you embarrassed again? he was the one who was staring, no?

"um, hi. you're the president of the student council, right?" you said, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear, even though it was already tucked. "y/n."

"hm? a pretty name. suits you well." he smiled, stretching out his hand as if it were for a business deal. "ayato kamisato, president of the student council, you may just call me ayato. a pleasure to meet you, miss y/n."

a pretty name... suddenly, you felt grateful for your name. you wouldn't trade it for the world. ayato, his name was prettier. everything about him was. the way he composed himself was so dignified.

"no need to be formal. you can just call me y/n." you shook his hand. they were soft as silk, and you enjoyed the feeling of them against yours. "it's nice to meet you too, ayato."

a small moment of silence followed your introduction. a part of you was hoping that wasn't the end of the conversation.

"what brings you here, y/n? i mean, you're alone, like me. so i couldn't help but wonder." he raised a brow and you laughed softly, your voice barely overpowering whatever cliché love song that was playing on the speakers.

"i came with friends, but they all left to do their own things. so basically, i was ditched." you frowned a little, then titled your head in ayato's direction. "you?"

"my friends have their dating anniversary today. why one would keep an anniversary for their first date, i will never know." he chuckled softly, and you felt warm in your chest, comforted by his presence.

you chuckled, wishing them a happy anniversary from your end. ayato nodded, taking another sip of his boba.

ayato had a playful glint in his eyes, his smile lighting up the room as he carefully tapped the table in front of him with a proper rhythm. he was gorgeous, no competition.

"they went off to dance. each of them has their own partner, but me. i'd rather sit alone than dance alone surrounded by my friends who look like they're about to make out with each other." ayato said, as if he was waiting for you to say something.

fifth wheel, much? you felt pretty bad about that, but hey, he was always welcome to dance with you.

that's what you were thinking, atleast. not what you wanted to say out loud. you swore you were never drinking alcohol again.

this liquid courage got me way too honest.

"well, would you like to dance with me?" you said, and your hands clasped over your mouth the second the words came out of them.

bold move, y/n. very bold.

"you can just say no it's fine you don't have to say yes i mean i'm practically delusional for wanting to dance with someone like you you know i'm basically nobody and why would you even dance with me even though i find you pretty cute and i'm internally wishing that you would and i should really shut up now-" you paused, taking a deep breath. "shouldn't i?"

ayato stared at you, wide-eyed. "huh?"

"i'm so sorry, you can ignore me for the rest of the nigh-" you started, but were interrupted by ayato's laughter echoing through your ears.

"oh my god, you're so cute." he stated, and you nearly fell off your stool. "i'm WHAT", was your internal monologue. you were absolutely flabbergasted. how could he say things like that without feeling embarrassed?

his contagious laughter subsided as you attempted (and failed) to collect your thoughts.

"it'd be an honour to dance with you, y/n. besides," ayato winked, grinning. "i couldn't ignore you even if i tried."

cheesy. and unbelievable. that's how you would describe the entire situation. but despite how your face was on fire, you couldn't help but feel an uncontrollable surge of euphoria rush through your veins.

ayato stood up, extending his hand for you to take. you got up, following his lead.

the music was deafening, but you could still hear his heart beating loudly as you danced with him. you smiled in his direction, eyes meeting for what was the hundredth time, but seemed like the first, since you felt all your complex emotions over and over again.

perhaps it wasn't good to be so attracted to a stranger. perhaps it wasn't so good to want to leave this party and go somewhere quieter. where it was just you and him.

you wished he wasn't looking at you the way he was, his sultry voice making you feel goosebumps all over again.

his hands were wrapped around your waist, as he moved to the music. you clutched onto his clothes, unable to meet his gaze.

put your phone on vibrate, let's catch a vibe, babe, while the sun's down.

"look me in the eyes, y/n." he whispered close to your ear, and you stiffened up, immediately locking eyes with him. he smiled, his thumb holding up your chin. you instinctively closed your eyes, and he leaned in.

his soft lips pressed against yours, and for a brief moment, it felt like you were falling.

it was thrilling.

when he pulled away, you pulled him back for another kiss, and he obliged willingly. it felt surreal, to kiss underneath party lights, the surge of adrenaline rushing through your veins, your heart beating fasted than it ever had before.

the alcohol was starting to act up.

"do you... do you wanna go somewhere else?" you whispered, voice barely above the chattering of people. bold move, you thought to yourself. but you didn't want to wait for no reason and let it pass by you.

ayato took the hint immediately, smiling. "of course. where do you want to go?"

"anywhere."

"what about my place, then?" he offered, and you nodded quickly. ayato smiled, giving you his hand.

hush now, i know we're a little too fucked up to stay still, love.

you followed as he led you through the sea of people, and he stopped to talk to a woman who looked just like him. you assumed it was his sister.

"ayaka, i'll be going back home." he said, and the girl; ayaka, asked why. ayato responded by nudging you, and you greeted her.

she bowed slightly, greeting you back. "see you, brother!" ayato grinned, waving her goodbye.

"your sister is gorgeous." you complimented, and ayato replied with, "i'll let her know."

you both quietly left the party, making sure to tell no one except ayaka that you two were together. god knows what sort of wildfire would begin when they found out that the kamisato ayato was seen leaving a party with a nobody.

be as quiet as you can, 'cause if anyone sees they'll just blow shit up.

then again, you didn't care. you were impatient, and you knew nothing mattered except you and him. let people say whatever, you were just there to be with him.

you and ayato spoke about things on the way while he drove to his estate, and you were glad to get to know him. you'd never felt this... free, this comfortable with someone you'd just met before. he was charismatic, and easy to talk to. it didn't take much for you to find yourself feeling attracted to him.

you were quite talkative too, under the influence of whatever drinks you'd had at the party. you wished his estate would come quick enough, cause it was tough holding back on yourself when he was right in front of you.

after what felt like an eternity of talking and playful flirting, you finally reached his massive house. he welcomed you in, and said that it was only you and him, since the servants were on a leave.

how coincidental. the timing was perfect.

i don't gotta know if you're taken,

his hands held onto yours tightly, and he tilted his head, looking you in the eyes. "are you nervous?"

"a little, i must admit..." you let out a soft laugh, and ayato hugged you in response. "don't be. i won't force you to do anything. just stay with me."

you sat down on the sofa in his living room, your legs crossed in anticipation. a part of you felt nervous, but you were getting impatient, too. your emotions were overwhelming.

ayato sat down beside you, his eyes meeting yours in the silence. the room was dimly lit, and the large window showed a beautiful scenery of the city lights and stars.

he put an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. you felt your breath hitch as you came closer, gaze lingering on his lips for far too long, and ayato wasn't exactly clueless either, since he took the hint.

i'll just let you know, bedroom's vacant.

the night was still young. the stars were sparkling brighter than any of the blinding lights at the party you had escaped from. you couldn't help but never want to leave.

you didn't want tonight to end.

there was an undeniable charm in the air, mixed with unfamiliar feelings you had never felt before. you thought to yourself, were you one of the many people he had brought to his home like this? or were you the first?

no one's gotta know, just us and the moon 'til the sun starts wakin'

you dismissed those thoughts, and neither did ayato give you time to think, as his lips gently pressed onto yours once more. somehow, it felt far more magical than kissing under party lights.

you closed your eyes, and swore you could see stars because of the fever of excitement you were feeling. his kiss melted onto your lips, slowly savouring every little part of yours. his fingers delicately placed themselves on your cheek, caressing it to soothe you and reassure you to keep going.

you grabbed onto his shoulders for support, inching closer and closer to his body. the kiss lasted far longer than it had before, and you enjoyed every second of it. you found yourself wanting more when he pulled away, and you couldn't blame anyone but him for getting you addicted like this.

but how could you blame him, either?

you kissed ayato's neck, unbuttoning his shirt a little to make way for you. embarrassed by your confidence, you buried your head in ayato's chest, and he teasingly asked you, "are you being shy? don't worry, we don't have to rush."

that was reassuring. you wrapped your arms around his waist, sitting down on his lap. ayato ran his hands through your hair, whispering compliments. he was so gentle with you, it felt ethereal.

up's the only direction i see, as long as we keep this lowkey,

"you're so pretty." he breathed out, "so, so gorgeous."

his voice was like ambrosia, his lips like honey, tasting so incredibly sweet on your lips that you couldn't believe they were all yours. his passionate kisses were mixed with your sloppy ones, you were trying to form coherent words but you couldn't. not when you were at such close proximity with the kamisato ayato, to the point where you could see each crevice of his carefully-carved visage.

a mark was clearly visible on ayato's neck from your little adventure earlier, and he ran a finger over your lips, an indescribable emotion in his eyes. the crinkles under his eyes and the curve of his lips was driving you to new heights, and you, flushed with embarrassment, desperately tried to hide your face.

you ain't even gotta love me.

the moon was glowing, the stars dwindling in the sea of black. you felt like you were falling deeper and deeper into his abyss, only to crash-land onto clouds of tenderness that he'd created for you with his hands.

perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was ayato, but you felt so intoxicated. your skin was on fire, and you swore it was liquid courage that had you feeling so bold tonight.

"you're a secret, one i don't want anyone to know." ayato claimed, warmth glimmering in his eyes as he looked at you. "perhaps i'm scared they'd take you away from me."

"no one's going to take me away, ayato." you laughed, pressing your forehead against his.

"they will once they find out how absolutely bewitching you are." ayato immediately responded, as if it was second-nature for him to be so enchanting with his words.

us in a king-size, keep it a secret,

you didn't want to leave, regardless of how late it was getting or how many rumours would spiral if you were with him. you didn't really care, if you wanted to be completely honest.

"stay the night, won't you?" ayato whispered against your ear, and you nodded, arms wrapped around his neck. “if it’s you, though, i’d like for you to stay forever.”

you knew what you wanted. you knew it was with him. and still, still you would blame the alcohol for your courage, honesty and fogging up your rationality, cause you had never felt this strongly for someone before.

say i'm your queen, i don't wanna leave this,

you didn't even want to tell anyone, it would be for the best. what use was others knowing gonna bring? so naturally, you assumed the best course of action was to keep it a sweet secret, just for the two of you to savour.

keep all the nights you wanted to spend with him a secret. keep all the longing glances and fleeting touches a secret. keep all the passionate kisses a secret. keep the blooming love a secret.

keep it lowkey.

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published on; 27th november, 2022 writing belongs to @/vellichxrr6782 on tumblr.

[dasher85]

Oblivion

featuring our Inexpressible duo

Kamisato Ayato x reader | y/n | you

A  short story

What would it feels like to be forgotten?

Snippet:

"I'm sorry Y/n... I-" he spoke heavily as if something was stuck in his throat.

You shook your head, keeping your emotions under control.

"What is there to apologize for? It wasn't your fault. There's no need to act just to make me feel better. I don't need anyone to pity me, I’m doing alright."

"I know..."

Ayato easily spun you around to face him. He carefully cupped your face, both hands on the side of your cheeks as he slowly tilted your head to directly face him. You didn't make any effort to stop him, but you kept looking elsewhere, avoiding any eye contact with a slight frown as if he's an ugly ghost you never wished to face.

"I'm well aware that I have wounded your heart and caused you great pain but..." He heaved a sigh.

"Please... Y/n" He dejectedly pleaded.

"... can I ask for your attention just like you used to before..."

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Ayato finally opened his eyes after being unconscious since yesterday.

"Ayato!" You exclaimed "Do you need water?"

He weakly nods with a visible frown, seemingly still trying to adjust his eyes with the surrounding lights.

"Get me Ayaka" he insisted as he took the cup of water from you.

You unquestioningly woke Ayaka from her room. She's been asleep since just a few hours ago after you assured her to keep an eye on Ayato yourself.

"Brother!" She finally reached his room with teary eyes. You happily smiled at the sibling's cute moments.

"I need to ask- Hmm?" He noticed you at the side.

"You're dismissed now, thank you for your service" he casually gestures a hand.

It was just the three of you in that room and there was no doubt that he was directly talking to you. Exactly in that manner.

Ayaka glanced at you, then at her brother. She was frightened upon realizing the situation that could possibly be happening.

"Huh??" You were taken aback and for a second you thought your heart stopped. A frown slowly formed on your face as you quickly excuse yourself out of the room.

It feels rather surreal to experience such feelings. It wasn't betrayal, hatred, malice or anything unfavorable that someone could do to you to make you feel this way... You didn't quite understand it either but it just truly hurts. It's still a punch on your soul.

"Useless..." You angrily whisper but instantly hold your feelings in when Ayaka shortly catches up with you.

"Y/n... I was looking for you. I'm sorry that my brother said that. He must've not fully recovered. Come back in-"

"I'm going home" you quickly replied while trying to maintain a smile.

"But... Y/n it's late and-" she tries to stop you from leaving.

"Ayaka... I'm sure he'll get better." You reassuringly smiled. "As of right now, it's better for me to get some rest. Besides, I'm not a servant and I never will agree to that." Honestly you never intended to sound so irritated but your words just couldn't stay loyal to you the longer you tried to hide your feelings.

"Forget it. I've been rambling. Sorry... At least, he's alright now and that's what matters most" Any second now... if you were to stay a second longer, your tears would have betrayed you too.

Ayaka couldn't stop you as she worriedly watched you slowly disappear from her view as you walked out to the front gate. She quickly instructed two guards to accompany you from a distance just as precaution if anything happens to you before heading back to Ayato's room.

"Brother... I'm worried... she's really upset"

"Who?" He frowned questioningly. "Who's upset?" He was beyond clueless.

"Y-you don't... remember?"

Ayato only shook his head.

"She's-" she hesitated "... She's your fiancee. Ugh. I'm going to have a headache" Ayaka quietly shook her head in frustration. She never could've imagined her brother to forget about his own lifeline.

"I see..." He calmly accepts the information. "Don't worry, I assume she'll be back later... After all, I'm sure the arrange marriage-"

"Brother, as a matter of fact she's not amongst the arranged marriage candidates and she's my friend. Surely it's best to be kind with her" Ayaka quickly exclaimed, almost immediately stopping him from acting too casually about the matter.

"What?" That piece of information caught him off guard. Ayato would've never expected that he indeed somehow has fallen for someone let alone be interested in marriage itself. He feels terrified and yet terrible at the same time.

"Indeed... I can assure you, brother, that you're going to have a difficult time with that" Ayaka couldn't help but feel sorry for the situation he's in.

"But don't worry brother, she's a nice person. She'll surely forgive you. Now, you should just focus on your recovery"

Ayato nods before he tucked himself into the covers. Although certain things were still playing in his mind, he has yet to prioritize a full recovery.

Four days later, Ayato was already busying himself with a daily report only to be interrupted by slight commotion from outside his office. It certainly piqued his interest that a certain someone is causing her younger sister to chase someone along the corridor. He couldn't quite make out the exact conversations but he was sure one of the voices belonged to Ayaka.

Aside from curiosity, he was also worried that something was troubling her. He stepped out of his office just to see Ayaka's figure before disappearing into the guest room.

He stood leaning against the door's frame patiently waiting if anyone would come out of the room.

"It's alright, I don't want to trouble you. I left in a hurry that day" A voice spoke before making an appearance out of the guest room.

"But..." Ayaka worriedly exclaimed as she followed you.

He recognized that face. He last saw it just after waking up days before. Certainly, there was no doubt that it was you, the person Ayaka has been trying to get a hold of.

You noticed someone was observing you from your peripheral view and had already expected that it was just him. You didn't bother to even take a glance and quickly chose the path through the kitchen's area as a way of exit instead.

"I'm sure it wouldn't be a bad idea to stay?" A voice called out as you stepped outside of the door.

"Feeling better?" You asked without even looking at the person. A voice you're so familiar with.

If it wasn't for Ayaka who would not stop pushing him, Ayato would've just quietly observed the situation instead of taking the initiative to talk.

"I am"

"Good"

That was the only word you spoke before swiftly walking out from the estate's gate. You didn't have anything to say either and so did he which makes it conveniently better to walk away.

"Brother... you..." Ayaka worriedly sighed.

Thoma casually informed Ayato where you lived afterwards as if hinting that he should at least talk things through with you whenever he has the time.

Meanwhile on your side of things, you only focused on doing your work. Only that way can you silence your dejected heart. You didn't want to overthink about it expecting that he wouldn't be either. After all, it would be easier to focus on the important matter rather than staying depressed over the uncertainty.

"I need to keep progressing" you encourage yourself as you continue to carefully examine the pages. Read every information that you need.

Hours later, a sudden knock on the door instantly pulled you away from the work you were busying yourself with. It was late in the afternoon and usually nobody visits you but knowing that the only person who would... is now already becoming unconcerned about you...

"Who is it?" You spoke from the other side.

"You're debt collector-"

Almost immediately you opened the door, as if a leap of hope jumped into you, expecting a recovery. Perhaps... However when you finally see his face, you can already tell it wasn't the case.

"Why did you say that?"

"My apologies, I just... felt like saying it." He quickly explained. Ayato wasn't entirely sure why he said that but it just so happens to flow out of his mouth. As if he has said it a millionth time.

You sighed and asked him to wait for a moment before closing the door again instead of inviting him inside. It's not that you simply didn't want him around but the look on his face clearly shows a lack of interest. Although he has the same similar smile and tone whenever he's talking, you could see that he was just trying... Trying exceptionally hard, forcing himself to act normal in front of you. A fake show, an act and that just hurts you.

Perhaps he was just being a good person towards you but truthfully you know he was... he is just that good of a person even before knowing you. You couldn't even be mad about it either, at least he tries to make an appearance knowing that he has no feelings for you right now. It’s ridiculous to even think that he’s the same person. Sometimes you wish you were just an idiot to the point of not noticing the subtle differences. Should that perhaps make you feel better?

You couldn't help but feel terribly discouraged to even make any further eye contact with him. Having another word with him would only make it worse for you. Because of that, keeping him outside was the best option you could think of.

After a short time, you hand him a jar of assorted cookies.

"If you don't like it, give it to Ayaka or give it back to me. I don't like people throwing away the food I give." you quickly spoke without looking at him before closing the door shut.

Although he was surprised by how quick you come and go, not even giving him a chance to talk with you, he still feels a strange warm feeling while looking at the cookies kept inside a see-through glass. 

"Ayaka, does she often give me cookies?" He showed her the glass jar after returning back to the estate.

Ayaka only gave silent glances with Thoma.

"Milord, perhaps you should try it"

Ayato casually took a piece as they both expectantly eyed him with hope.

"I think I've eaten this before... But this taste good"

They both sighed in disappointment. Ayaka never thought she would have the urge to hurl something on her brother’s head just so he could remember.

A week later, while Ayato was just dealing with official affairs, the servants called him to inform that someone was visiting.

"Of course, invite them in" He signed the last paper before focusing himself on the said person.

You entered his office, with your head low, avoiding every possible eye contact the best you can.

"It's me... I hope I'm not disturbing you but I just want to inform you about my whereabouts. I'll be leaving Inazuma for my homeland tomorrow. I'll return when the time comes... " you expressionlessly informed him

Initially you didn't want to tell him let alone come by to the estate but since he did try to make an appearance for you before... So, you thought it was only fair. After all, he could suddenly regain his memories someday... That... if he ever will. You still have high hopes on that though. Miracle can happen right?

You were about to walk out from his office when he suddenly stood up, swiftly catching up to you.

"Are you leaving?!" He asked, sounding a little too surprised for a calm person like him. Did he perhaps faking this too?

"Yes, I'm feeling exhausted lately but I'll wait for your recovery. I hope... you won't disappoint me." you didn't have the heart to admit that it hurts to even look at his face and it's emotionally draining to stay any longer.

"Is there anything I can do for you? Tell me? I just-" he was now standing in front of you but you still couldn't look at him.

"No. Just- ...focus on your recovery, that's all" you slowly spoke before walking away, leaving him standing there.

Ayato suddenly tries to reach out to you but ends up stopping himself as he curls his hand into a fist. His actions contradicted the way he thinks. It's confusing him. He didn't know why he cared, why does it matter? why... why his heart beats so fast and his chest hurts.

He returned to his table as he sat down calming his own breathing. He recalls the words you said and it instantly gives him a headache.

'...leaving...' the thought of this exact word said by you earlier makes things a lot worse for him. He stood up again, pacing, thinking, trying to figure out what was troubling him? The mix of uncontrollable emotions surging out from his heart greatly affects him like an illness. The overwhelming feeling slowly overpowering his own consciousness without him noticing. His visions blurred, slowly becoming pitch black before he fell down to the floor with a thud.

"Brother! What happened?!" Ayaka exclaimed as both her and Thoma carefully pulled him up, barely regaining consciousness.

"What happened?" He asked, clueless himself.

"Milord, we're not sure but we found you unconscious. You must've fainted."

"We just returned from the city. The servants weren't aware because you were still on work hours" Ayaka quickly added.

"I need to make haste." Although he calmly informed the other two, he was already standing on his two feet. It was as if the Shogun was the one who called him for duty.

"Brother?"

"Milord?"

Meanwhile, at your residence... You just finished writing a paragraph of notes. The black ink formed into words was neatly transcribed into the pieces of paper.

'I tried the best I can and now it's up to you' you thought before carefully placing down the quill pen.

"Y/n it's me" The voice you're familiar with suddenly interrupts your train of thoughts, disrupting the silence in your residence.

Ayato knocked on the front door a few times as he worriedly stood there, waiting for you to finally open the door.

"I'm currently busy preparing for the trip. Is there anything important?" You spoke uninterested to even give him a glance.

"Y/n..."

"Perhaps it's not the best of times. If you'd be kind enough to visit another day, well after I return that is... Later." You didn't wait for a reply and was about to close the door but he quickly stopped you.

"I'm sorry Y/n... I-" he spoke heavily as if something was stuck in his throat.

You shook your head, keeping your emotions under control.

"What is there to apologize for? It wasn't your fault. There's no need to act just to make me feel better. I don't need anyone to pity me, I’m doing alright."

"I know..."

Ayato easily spun you around to face him. He carefully cupped your face, both hands on the side of your cheeks as he slowly tilted your head to directly face him. You didn't make any effort to stop him, but you kept looking elsewhere, avoiding any eye contact with a slight frown as if he's an ugly ghost you never wished to face.

"I'm well aware that I have wounded your heart and caused you great pain but..." He heaved a sigh.

"Please... Y/n" He dejectedly pleaded.

"... can I ask for your attention just like you used to before..."

As much as he desperately wants you to just look at him, you'd rather just close your eyes shut. So you did.

He sadly smiled at how you reacted to his request, feeling a little amused but still was entirely encapsulated by a regretful gloom. In such agony, he slowly lowered his face to gently pressed a kiss on both of your eyelids.

Ayato securely pulled you into his arms. He feels so dejected, disappointed in himself but he just doesn't have anyone else to confess those feelings except to you. You were the only one. The only person he confides in.

"I also want you to know that I remember you, about us and I would never let go of something I can't ever have again" he whispered to your ear, wanting only you to hear it. In desperation to let you know… that it was him, the Kamisato Ayato you knew, the one you’re familiar with…

You didn't give any response back nor did you resist him, staying silently still as ever.

He didn’t know what you were thinking, what you were feeling, or will you ever accept his apology?

“Tell me… anything… something” he softly spoke, in hopes you’d at least give him a chance to redeem himself.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Look.” he pulled away as he held both sides of your arm. “I’m right here. How do you want me to prove it? Tell me right now” At this point, a frown was already visible on his face, his usually calm demeanor was slowly shattering apart. He’s becoming disheartened by the moment. Ayato really did fall into your clutches whenever you’re giving him the silent treatment. He only hoped you’d give him a chance…

"Really?" After a long while, did you finally ask. Your nonchalant, annoyed, displeased reply instantly made him feel on edge. He really thought, he lost it all in that brief moment. You never spoke to him in such a way that made him feel, he’s the last person you’d want to see. There was no pretense and he’d rather someone punch his face rather than making you feel this way towards him.

“Y/n…” his hand slowly falling to his side.

You sighed, you knew you'd hurt him even more if you kept making things difficult for him. You finally opened your eyes, only to see him in complete gloom, head looking down, unable to notice your hands that were reaching towards him.

"Let me see your ugly face" Although he was much taller than you, somehow you still managed to lower down his face towards you.

Your eyes met his as his eyes widened in surprise but you only continued to carefully examine his purple eyes, still with a stern frown. It took you only four seconds before letting go of your strong grip on both sides of his coat's collar, a little too harsh, which pushed him a step back.

“Truthfully… I’m relieved you remember now… but I still feel miserable”

At this point, you should’ve just forgave him and everything should be better on your part… because he has indeed recovered. As simple as it seems, but you were still holding on to those negative feelings, unable to let go. What did you expect him to do? You didn’t know either…

“If that’s how you really feel… should you need time?” He hasn’t given up yet but if it’s your decision… he’ll make sure to respect it even if it’ll hurt him. Just like a stab in the chest.

“I… I’m lost in between and I don’t know what to feel… Seeing you here right now, it's as if you’ve returned from the dead. Who would’ve thought you’d forgotten entirely about me just because you overworked yourself. Of all people it was me…" you shook your head in full disappointment. 

"But that's alright… at least I know, you're not entirely interested in me.”

He silently listened to you. His frown deepened as you mentioned in the last part, it deeply concerns him.

"Y/n… that's not true. You know that…" he whispered almost inaudible. Although you heard him, you continued to speak out. 

“Still… I couldn’t imagine how it would be if you never recovered. Don’t tell me you never think about the consequences either…" 

Your calm voice slowly rises as your eyes start to tear up.

"What's the point of this all if you couldn't even take any responsibility for your own health… Honestly, should I reconsider the wedding? Perhaps it's best for the both of us-"

Ayato pulled you into his arms once again. He couldn't take it anymore, just seeing you break down. The tears on your eyes slowly started to stream down your cheeks. You didn't even notice how your body was reacting towards that many emotions you've been keeping inside.

"Stop saying this… I understand. I know why you're upset but please… don't cry" he securely holds you ever so close.

"I hate you…" despite saying that, you still hugged him back, ignoring the tears that could've soaked his expensive silk coat. 

"Why do I have to feel like this!? It's your fault for being irresponsible and my mistake to choose you" you angrily whispered in between his chest. Your hand curled into a fist, squeezing the fabric of his white coat. 

Ayaka was right about you. He's definitely having a hard time just trying to make amends. Ayato knew you'd be upset but still he didn't think you'd be throwing words more than you'd actually do whenever you're leisurely talking with him. All those bottled emotions could stay unnoticed and keep everything peaceful but when it erupts… even he could barely say anything to console you. 

He has never seen you express such disappointment and stress. At that moment, Ayato swears he'll make sure to never let this happen again. If you were hurt, it just hurts him even worse.

"I'm sorry I hurt your feelings…" He finally spoke in a soft voice, slowly giving distance just so he can see your face but you seem to be entirely ignoring him with an angry frown. Ayato softly smiled as he wiped away your tears with his thumb.

"Listen…" He deeply sighed as he placed his hand on both sides of your head before he tenderly pressed his forehead against yours. 

"It's me, Kamisato Ayato. The man who persistently chased after you… the same person who long for you. If this ever happens again, just tell me, shout to me, that I'm yours. Do you understand? It's unnecessary to shoulder everything on your own… Inform me about anything and everything that troubles you."

After venting out all the rage and disappointment, you finally feel surprisingly better. Perhaps just being close with him, listening to his voice, even for a moment actually helps too but you wouldn't want to admit that… On top of that, you never intended to prolong this argument from the beginning. After all, you ended up saying a lot of hurtful words, it's rather irrational. After brief thought and giving much consideration for his feelings, you slowly took a deep breath before exhaling it all out. 

"Did you know, you assumed me as your servant. Although I don't say it often, I'm still a member of the aristocracy."

Ayato didn't know if you were being serious or just simply joking with him but he still didn't dare to question you. After all, you're not wrong about that.

"You should be glad that I still own you" 

Ayato's lips slowly perked up, revealing a gentle smile. "Mhmm... I love you too." 

He knows you too well. 

Truthfully he was surprised but still… he was grateful that you were finally able to let go of the emotions. It was as if the colorful rainbow appeared after the dark rage of storms. 

"Who cares... I'd rather use my time to pack my things now" you swiftly try to get away from his hold.

"You're not leaving. I forbid you." he suddenly scoops you up in one motion, carrying you inside before pushing the door close.

"Of course I am. Have you forgotten or did you not recover?" You calmly spoke even when he's carrying you with both arms.

He frowned trying to recall if he had indeed forgotten about something related to this.

"Is it… the Liyue trip?" He finally replied even long after carefully placing you down to the kitchen's floor.

"Correct. Two weeks that is..." You carefully poured the boiled water into the glass cup before combining it with cold water.

"Mmm... Sure. But I can't believe you're leaving for a trip knowing that I'm..." He paused, seemingly trying to find a word to better describe his own misfortune.

"That you've gone sane?" You casually suggested "Who knows... Perhaps Liyue would've have different approach towards that problem of yours"

"But didn't you say you were returning to your homeland?"

"Indeed, I did make a few changes with the words I use. But I just want to check if you were still insane. Turns out you still were."

He let out a chuckle, unable to argue about how you'd come up with such peculiar ideas. Ayato never actually thought that loving someone like you was him being insane but rather the opposite.

"Well... I wouldn't say that. On the contrary, it's quite the opposite"

"You think so? Honestly the first three days… I could only think of finding a cure. I couldn't sleep either. I have managed to read various medical books that I could find but only a few were related"

You hand him a cup of warm honey lemon tea.

"Thank you y/n... Even if I were to recover on my own, I'm afraid it'll take time. Perhaps by the time I recover, it would've been too late... I wouldn't want that" he voiced out his concern.

"I barely did anything but I'm glad... It went quite well." you finally smiled.

Ayato smiled too. A soft smile that reaches his purple eyes as he glances from you to the warm cup of honey lemon tea. He can greatly feel the gentle warmth and care you've been giving him. Although you've been deliberately ignoring him all the while he was unable to remember, he now knows that you were just trying to fix things by using your own way.

"You're right... We're both insane" he finally agrees with you. 

As he gazed back up, you were already resting the side of your head on your palm, while your elbow supported half of your head's weight.

"Y/n..." He called.

"Huh?" You instantly opened your eyes. "I was listening but I'm..."

Ayato gulped down his drink a bit faster than usual before he washed the glass clean just as he usually does whenever he visits.

He then suddenly pulled you up to stand along with him.

"Huh? What is it?" The sudden movement instantly woke you.

If it wasn't him, you would surely be more than alarmed for someone to randomly open your bedroom door let alone pulling you inside along with them. Honestly nobody has ever come and go as they please in your house until someone decides to throw themselves into your secluded life.

"Aren't you tired? Why don't you postpone the trip to next week? I'll reschedule your ship's boarding date. What do you say?"

He casually suggested right after taking no excuses from you just so he can tuck you in bed. Ayato gently brushes your hair away to the side of your face with one hand while the other pulls your cover up.

You want to let one of your hands out off the cover to pull it higher up until it covers your head but he quickly caught your hand, holding it firm and steady. As if he had perfectly read your thoughts, he only let out a chuckle as you quickly covered your face with your other hand. Honestly this situation still makes you feel flustered.

"Well... If you're not disagreeing with that, consider it done" he smiled and nodded while looking rather pleased.

You didn't want to complain either even after he made changes without you actually agreeing. However, it wasn't that bad of a trade suggestion... After all, your sole determination to go was to find a cure, now that he is in a better state... You couldn't be more than relieved.

"I've forgotten half of my two months work progress... Some come by slowly after I reread the official letters and notes I've written but some urgent and private ones are rather complicated to put things back together" he spoke solemnly.

He gently plays around with your hand until at one point he pulls it up to the side of his cheeks.

"I'll be heavily occupied with just trying to recall things within the next few days... Y/n will you accompany me?" He paused seemingly waiting for an answer but you remained unresponsive, eyes already closed.

"I want to see you after long battles from tainted problems... I need to talk to you when I'm unhappy... I want to hold you whenever I'm fatigued..." He slowly spoke only loud enough for you to hear. 

You didn't respond, eyes still peacefully closed. A small smile appeared on his lips, thinking you were already sound asleep. He didn't know if you heard him but at least seeing you without a frown makes him feel content.

Ayato carefully placed your hand inside the covers, brushed away the hair that was on your face before tenderly pressed a kiss on your forehead.

"Ayato…"

"Hmm? Did I woke you… sorry" 

You dozed off for a moment but unthinkingly you'd still want him to at least accompany you for a while longer. 

"Are you busy today?" You managed to ask. 

"Are you commanding me to stay?" He asked, overly knowing of you. 

You hummed softly as a reply. 

"Of course" he chuckled, seemingly entertained by your sudden request.

"What were you saying just moments ago? I didn't get to hear it" you seem to remember he was talking but you couldn't remember what it was about.

"Oh nothing… I was just yearning for you." 

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A/N: Writing this while listening to:

Lie - NF

Lost In Between - Yaeow

[redheadloverr]

Asking them to be flings!

continuation to this post!

gn!reader x ayato, childe (texting version for the busy men <3) !

quick A/N for my followers! i’ve had the worst writers block for months but im hoping i can continue & finish this mini series soon!

ayato

ayato was taken aback by what you had said. his first words were “Pardon?” which made you spiral. though the two of you were flirtatious, you never knew if it was just friendly banter or anything serious. ayato was and always has been flirty towards you which often led you to have mixed signals and you were tired of it! maybe the way you went about it wasn’t the best idea but it was an idea!

you quickly say it was a joke, and that you just wanted to see his reaction after getting a little embarrassed over him not seeming to have reciprocated your feelings. he simply responds with a little “:(“ before you quickly throw your phone at a wall and start quietly screaming over what he meant. you pick your phone back up to see another message from him.

“I didn’t expect you to say such a thing, y/n. if you wanted to ‘see my reaction’ then i would’ve gladly expected your invitation. now will you reconsider it being a ‘joke’?” you threw your phone and once again screamed harder into your pillow. was this really happening? you had to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. yup. you surely weren’t after how hard you pinched yourself, you even left a little bruise. you gathered up all your courage to send a message back. a quick, straight to the point, response.

except you didn’t know how to entirely convey how you truly felt. you thought the easiest way to respond was to just spill your guts. so you gave it your all and told him everything. you told him how you could never tell if the flirtatious banter had real meaning behind it and how you wished he’d see you the way you see him. you send the text, not even looking to see if you made any grammatical errors, and throw your phone anxiously waiting for him to respond.

you hear the ‘ding!’ and rush to grab your phone. you read the text with anticipation. “So with that I’m guessing your little ‘joke’ wasn’t such a joke, right? For the record, I was in the same boat as you, y/n. Our flirtatious banter was all serious to me. If your little joke is still up for grabs however, i’d love to set up a dinner date before we consider such a possibility. :)” you blush a little as you respond back with a quick little “i’d love to go out to dinner, ayato.”

childe

when you originally send the text to childe, you thought he’d take it as a joke. a part of you was waiting for him to just laugh at you and go back to your old conversation. so it was a shock to you when he sent a text saying “are you serious? this doesn’t sound like you, y/n?”

“lol, what do you mean? of course i’m serious..” you reply back trying to get his authentic response back.

“y/n are you drunk? what do you mean you want to be ‘flings’? do you even know what that is?” he responds frantically. “is someone there with you? are you being held captive? do you need me to come help you?”

“childe, i’m not being held captive. you don’t have to come rescue me. i was just curious about having a friends with benefits relationship. i wanted to ask you since i feel like we had good chemistry but if you don’t feel the same that’s completely fine, i’ll find someone else.” you thought you’d had possibly hit a subject that even childe thought was outrageous, something so unlike you it made him a little stunned.

“wait!” you see a message appear just as you set your phone down. “don’t look for someone else! if you want a friends with benefits please don’t looks for someone else.” you were a little stunned by childes new messages, you thought he was looking almost down at you for even suggesting such a thing and now he’s telling you not to look for someone to do just that? “what do you mean, childe?” you send a quick message back, ready for the worst.

“i’ll do it, if it’s purely physical what you’re looking for, please don’t look for it in someone else.” he came off almost jealous, which only made you more confused. as if you didn’t already stumble across so many plot twist, childe’s next message really sent you down a loophole.

“y/n, i don’t won’t you looking for anyone else. in fact, if we do become friends with benefits, i hope i can be the only one to see this side of you.” his words hit you like a brick, and although you didn’t know if he meant his words the way you took them, you decided this was as good of a chance as any to tell childe the real reason you asked him of all people.

you take a deep breath as you send a message to childe, short and straight to the point. “listen, childe. i actually asked you to be friends with benefits because i’ve actually liked you for a really long time now.” you send it and anxiously wait for childe’s response.

you hear a buzz as you check your phone. sure enough, it was childe. “i didn’t know you felt that way, y/n. i’m honored, maybe we should talk about this more in person however. i’d hate to start a relationship over text. :)”

bonus : you and childe agree to meet, childe offers to take you out to dinner and go for a walk on the beach afterwards. while on a walk at beach, you feel childe stop behind you, you turn to look at him in the dimly night sky as his eyes gaze upon you. “y/n, now that we’re here in person i’d like to formally ask you this.” childe takes out a small bouquet of flowers from behind his back, “will you be my partner, y/n?”

bonus A/N; sorry for the bonus only on childe’s part but i’ve had the biggest brainrot for him and just had to make his a little more extra, i hope you’ve enjoyed <3 (also sorry for not doing xingqiu, i felt weird even trying to make him one of these)

[gamergirl-niffler]

Decorative Genius Invocation TCG cards???

I was bored recently (as per usual)

I play Geshin a lot and I fell in love with whole Genius Invocation TCG. All cards are so pretty and the gameplay is just ♥

I mean... not to brag, but I won with all the players in the open world... heh...

ANYWAY!

I love to just sit and created stuff, right? Sooooooo...

ONE DAY I was like: Hmm... it would be nice to have my favorite character card somewhere in my room just as a simple decor...

So here it is!

It's not much, really. Just a printed image with a pretty frame, but the making of the frame was so much fun!

I can't remember the last time I had so much fun... and used so much of double-sided tape... but the "3D" effect was worth it!

Then I realized this can be not only a decor but also a birthday card??? One of my few dear friends will have her birthday soon, SO I made yet another one!

Overall

Making those was so much fun! Honestly? I think about making other characters as well... like my boy Itto or Tighnari! Just for fun and to have them!

The more I make, the better they will look, I bet. I am not a professional. I just love to get my paws on some art materials and make stuff.

Not only that, but I am actually amazed with this all. I feel so, so proud of myself!

[meggeron-i]

I fell victim to the Faceless Ayato craze. . . B)

[berriblossom]

𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

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The Kamisato family is regarded as a high status symbol within Inazuma and Inazuma city. Even so, every little detail must be perfect for the house of cards , and their reputation will crumble. So even the Yashiro Commissioner must be extra careful about you, too.

Next chapters every week or so!

-->KAMISATO AYATO X MALE READER<--

Ayato contracts a stranger from a local red-light district to help him in certain times of need. Even to the point he could risk his reputation.

Chapter logs:

#1 : Ever so perfect

#2: Pleasure over Power

#3: Unforgettable urges

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Tags: @kiiyoooo @cassidycampfire @avatsufaust

[genshin-side-piece]

Eagle Eye

Warnings: None Streamer AU - Survival Type Game, based on Escape from Tarkov but not Escape from Tarkov

I'm sorry for this. It possessed my brain and would not let me go until I wrote it.

You sniped him. 

You sniped him. It was all Ayato could do to hold his composure as both your names scrolled across the kill feed, along with the distance of said shot. A 263m snipe. His jaw dropped slightly. There was just no way. He had been bunkered down, well hidden from view. It was impossible to think that you had seen him from that distance, let alone hit the shot. You had to be cheating, there was no other way. 

“Calm down everyone.” Ayato was quick to laugh the sting of defeat off in the hope that it would ease the blur of accusations of stream snipping that were flying through his chat. It didn’t. Instead, the messages only got faster. “It was merely a lucky shot.” Or so he wanted them to believe. “Still, I’d like to check something. Thoma-” Ayato clicked out of the game he was playing and opened a browser window. “Did you happen to grab the name?” His ever diligent mod was one step ahead of him. A link quickly appeared in Ayato’s private discord, along with a clip of the kill for posterity. Ayato ignored the clip, not wanting to acknowledge Thoma’s odd sense of humor. Instead, he chose to click on the link, pulling up your stream. 

You were a smaller streamer, with a handful of viewers. He wasn’t terribly surprised. As your stream loaded, he expected bragging or screaming or even celebrating. That was usually the case with stream snipers. They would hunt him down, get their clip and then tag him on every social platform in existence, just to get their supposed clout. It was the cost of being one of the bigger streamers, or so he had been told. But once the stream loaded, there was none of that. You were calm, distracted even as you continued to rummage around for loot. The chat wasn’t filled with pats on the back or being spammed with clips. In fact, your chat was fairly silent. There was only one congratulations on the shot and that had come from your Mod. It hadn’t even been clipped for posterity. Ayato was confused. “Hm.”

He tilted his head, while furrowing his brow. Did you not know who he was? 

“Well chat-” You smiled, which oddly enough caused Ayato to smile. The warmth in your expression helped to ease some of the sting from earlier. Ayato allowed himself a moment to bask in it, much in the way one would bask in the sun. He liked the feeling it gave him. He liked the feeling you gave him. There was something about you that helped put his mind at ease, despite this being his first time seeing you.“I suppose we should start heading for the extract point.” You pulled up the menu to check how much time you had left in your raid. “I think we’ll have just enough time to swing by our favorite spot before we head out.” Ayato raised an eyebrow to that. You weren’t going to claim your prize? You were just going to leave it, leave him there? The sting from earlier returned. As much as he loathed stream snipers, he loathed your disinterest in claiming his in game tags for yourself even more. You had practically shot him from across the map. Even if you didn’t recognize him, surely you wanted the bragging rights for the elimination? 

Then as if someone had possessed his body, Ayato typed it; What about the Yashiro Rascal elim? He visibly flinched when realized what he’d done. Your chat wasn’t nearly as active as his. His message lingered on the screen. Sitting comfortably in the middle of the window, highlighted as a first time chatter for all the world to see. Ayato couldn’t help the blush that crept its way across his cheeks.

Your eyes flew over to the new message, while your smile grew wider. “Hey there, welcome in!” There was a brief moment where your eyes met on the screen and a small wave. “Thanks for joining-” You then went into what he guessed was your usual spiel of introducing yourself to him. Not that he heard any of it, he was too entranced with watching your lips move. Your voice was amazingly pleasant. It had a calming effect that seemed to wash away any of his previous worries, at least until his in game username passed your lips. The sound of you saying the name Yashiro Rascal snapped him right back to reality. “I don’t really collect tags or anything.” You paused long enough to take a shallow breath. “I’m not sure I’ll even have time to find them. I have my favorite loot spot I like to go to. Is Yashiro Rascal someone important or something? You’ll have to forgive me-” Your smile turned bashful. “I’m still new to this game. I don’t really know any of the big name players yet.” Ayato’s eyes grew wide in surprise while his long forgotten chat blazed with shocked comments as they all had the same revelation he had just had. You really didn’t know. The fact that you had just taken out one of the biggest streamers in the game had gone completely over your head. You thought you just hit the shot of your life on someone you assumed was just another casual player. 

Ayato couldn’t stop himself, he didn’t even try to. He laughed. He honest to archon laughed. It was refreshing really. Most of his streams were filled with endless hours of sweating while he was being hunted by every clout chaser on the platform. He couldn’t even show his screen on entry for the fear of being attacked before he ever had the chance to loot. Sometimes that didn’t even work. Most of his streams had begun to feel tedious and uninteresting. He almost hated doing them. If the game didn’t do the viewership numbers it did, he would have abandoned it ages ago. Before he met you, he still might have. Now he wasn’t so sure. You were still strangers to each other, but it had only taken a minute with you to remember that games could be fun, that they should be fun. Ayato began to wonder just how fun they could be with you.

“You know chat-” Ayato glanced back at the camera, giving it one of his signature smiles. “I think I’d like to try something new.” He took a sip of his boba as he watched his chat emphatically agree. “Duos seems like a fun idea. They seem rather nice, do you think this person would like to join me?” Could you be persuaded to join him was more like it. Ayato had no idea if you played with randoms or viewers and sadly, he was both. Even if he was a big name, it was presumptuous of him to think you would want to team up. Maybe you enjoyed playing on your own. It was rude of him to just barge in on your fun, simply because you’d done the unthinkable. 

Slowly, he saw a few familiar names trickle into your chat. Much to his horror, they launched right into insisting you team with him. It caught you off guard. He could clearly see the confusion on your face. “Wait… who?” Your eyes came up to the camera. “Are they-” There was a flicker of recognition in your eyes. “Are you watching me right now?” Ayato visibly cringed. He knew the intentions were honorable. He knew the people who had found you meant well, but he loathed that they felt entitled to interfere. He’d merely suggested that you game together. As far as you were aware, he was just a new viewer. He hadn’t even asked you to play yet. It was entirely unnecessary to bully you into doing something that you didn’t even know about. “Calm down everyone.” Ayato’s smile faded into a more stern look. “Let’s not run them off before I’ve even had a chance to ask them. Leave them be.” Your chat went nearly silent. There was the odd comment, but the pressure was mostly gone. It gave Ayato the opening he needed to pop the proverbial question. 

Yes, my apologies. Would you like to team up? I’m an experienced player. I can give you some pointers if you wish.

Your surprise was all too apparent. It was cute when you stumbled over your words, especially as more of his chat began to find their way to your stream, filling your chat box with messages and follows, eventually drowning his messages with their own. It was mildly frustrating, because he had liked having all of your attention, but he couldn’t blame his viewers. He’d spent the last  ten or so minutes just watching you. They were bound to get curious and find their way over to you eventually. That didn’t mean they had the right to take you away from him.

“Oh wow, so many new people! Are they with you too?” You furrowed your brow slightly. “Uh wait-“ You sucked in a portion of your lip, pinching it between your teeth as you began scanning what he guessed was your chat. Ayato nearly keened at the site. You were getting more adorable by the second. He almost couldn’t stand it. Much to his regret, he wasn’t good at hiding it either. More than one person had said something about him being smitten and before too long it picked up steam in both chats. “Where did you go?” Ayato was quick to respond.

I’m right here. My apologies, they’re from my chat. Please ignore them if you wish. We’ve been watching you since you sent me back to the lobby and they all decided to come say hello.

You smiled again, satisfied that you had found him. It made him happy that he made you smile. He hoped he could do it as many times as possible before the night was over. “It’s alright.” You paused, clearly pondering his question. “I generally run solos but-” Your smile grew larger. “I don’t mind trying duos.” The celebration in both chats made Ayato chuckle. He had to admit it was a relief not to get publicly rejected in front of so many people. “How do I contact you? Can I just DM you through the platform or is there a better way?” Ayato found himself one step ahead of you. He was already in the process of getting everything ready when you asked.

Allow me to reach out to you. I keep my DMs closed. Just respond back with your info once you get my message.

Within seconds he had his information over to you. It was actually embarrassing how quickly he sent it, but he hadn’t been this eager to co-op with someone in a very long time. The thought of playing a game or two with you seemed far more enticing than the idea of running solos for the rest of the afternoon. You promptly responded, your info being passed to Thoma before either of you could blink. “Thoma, can you set up a chat between the two of us?” He was already on it. Ayato hadn’t finished asking when the convo with the three of you popped up on his private discord server. “Alright chat, let’s all try to behave, shall we? We don’t want to give them the wrong impression.”

Is that advice for chat or you? You’ve done nothing but smile at them since you joined their channel. You haven’t been this infatuated since Tomoki introduced his seasonal boba flavors. Ayato ignored Thoma’s comment, merely rolling his eyes as he changed chat servers and began the call between himself and you. He hated that he was acting so obvious, but it was difficult for him to help. His curiosity had been peaked by you. He wasn’t able to ignore it for the sake of staying aloof.

He started the call, watching you through the screen as he waited for you to answer. There was some hesitancy on your part. Ayato could see it as you sat on the other end, letting it ring. You were nervous. Having strangers join you was always a gamble. They could be perfectly fine or they could be perfectly wretched. It was hard to know. Even Ayato had to admit to the jitters he felt in his own stomach as he waited on you to click the button. He never did this. His brand was everything. Endorsements, sponsorships, years of hard work all depended on him being careful. One wrong move, one wrong word and it would be all over for him. That’s why he generally stuck to a very tight knit group of friends that he knew were safe. They understood what his reputation meant to him and they were happy to oblige him when it came to keeping his public image safe. Offering to play games with a complete stranger was unlike him. Basing it off a feeling was even more unlike him, but for whatever reason, it didn’t deter him. It only urged his desire for you to answer the call on.

Ayato focused his eyes back to your stream, carefully watching you. It was apparent you were searching for something and by your reaction, he only had one guess when you found it. You were looking for him. Ayato didn’t try to hide his smirk, nor did he bother to stop himself from giving you a little wink as you stared. After all, turn about was fair play. Being the equitable man that he is, Ayato was more than happy to give you a show. Your reaction to it was priceless. 

You buried your face in your hands, a deep blush spread across your cheeks, causing him to chuckle. You poor thing. 

I thought you said you were going to behave. I know rascal is in your name, but can’t you hold it in until you say hi to them? If they get any redder, they’ll turn into a tomato. Another small chuckle slipped past Ayato’s lips at Thoma’s comment. Sass me again and you’ll find out how much of a rascal I can be next time I see you.

“Hello?” Ayato’s eyes quickly jumped back to the call, finding that at long last you had answered him. He breathed a silent sigh of relief that for the moment, the worst was over. That was one hurdle down. Hopefully there wouldn’t be too many more to go. “So sorry” His relief gave way to a soft smile. “I never do this. It dawned on me that maybe I should verify you aren’t a creep before I answer.” Ayato nodded, noting the slight apprehension in your voice. “It’s alright, I understand. I’m the same way. Though I suppose I had the upper hand when it came to research.” He heard you let out a small laugh. “Yea. You’ve uh-” There was another awkward laugh as he watched you turn away from the camera in a vain attempt to hide how crimson your cheeks were. “You’re him.” You rolled your lips, flinching at the vagueness of that comment. “You’re the Yashiro Rascal guy-” There was a heavy pause before you decided to finish that statement. “Aren’t you?” There was a hesitancy in your voice that made Ayato a little nervous. For a second, he swore you almost sounded a little scared. But then again, who could blame you? The game itself had a reputation for toxic trolls. You snipe a bigger streamer and suddenly they’re in your chat, inviting you to game with them? The action, while friendly on his part, had to feel a little suspicious to you. Especially when embarrassing content creators on social was all the rage. “Listen about the shot- I 

“Don’t worry about the shot. I’m not mad about it.” He added a little lilt to his voice to help put you at ease. “I’m actually extremely impressed by it.” That earned him a small smile. You nodded, letting some of the tension in your body ease. “I should actually apologize in advance to you. It’s been awhile since I’ve played duos and I have little doubt people will come for us. It might make for a rough afternoon.” “That’s alright. Duos just means that I watch your back and you watch mine, right?” That’s exactly what it meant. Ayato couldn’t be more delighted to hear it. “There’s just one thing.” You paused, taking a deep breath. “What should I call you?” Ah yes. That. “I mean it’s cool if you call by name or whatever, but I’m not sure what to use for you. Do you prefer your gamer tag or your streamer name or something else?” He thought about it for a moment, deciding he didn’t like any of those options. 

Using his online persona implied to him that this would be a one and done. Ayato didn’t want that. He didn’t want you to vanish from his life the second you were done.  It was silly to think that he was reacting this way after such a short interaction, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t collect friends like he did boba cups. His fame made good people to have in his life hard to find. Most of the time he hung around his sister or Thoma or possibly Itto, when Ayato could find him. Having someone else he could talk to, having you to talk to, even if it wasn’t all the time, felt right. “Um, are you still there?”

“Let’s make this simple, just call me Ayato.”

[crash-tube-the-seawing]

Thomato drawing I did a few days ago

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kamisato ayato: cypressus custos

"I have to stifle a smile every time I remember the look on my retainers' faces when I informed them of my plans today..."

ayato headcanons. (happy birthday ayato!! not proofread...)

work.

what is work-life balance? he never sees a healthy relationship between the two with the tri-commission breathing down his back.

if he's not working, he's training. if he's not training, he's dead asleep. if he's not dead asleep, you'll finally get to see him with his sister and thoma.

some work takes forever, and he has to sift through hundreds of papers and books. he usually doesn't sleep during these times, much to thoma's and ayaka's worry.

about 60-70% of his job is writing: sending letters to branches, invitations to celebrations, settling disputes, and everything in between. the perfectionist in him makes it so many rough drafts are wasted. because of this, paper sales are highly inflated and usually only make it to the tri-commission and the narukami shrine.

leisure.

when you see ayato come out of his workstation for the first time in about a week, you can bet he'll be doing nothing but napping or training.

luckily, he finds both his hobby in caligraphy and his training in the arts quite relaxing compared to the pent up struggles that take up the majority of his work.

he has a tendency to take a stroll around inazuma city without telling his servants, causing bouts of panic throughout the kamisato estate. his infrequency in showing his face makes him barely recognizable to the majority of civilians.

he often gets spotted by itto, and gets challenged to many rounds of tcg and many more rounds of onikabuto duels. it's charming.

gifts.

he's always been fond of the idea of giving gifts to one another, and enjoys the trade of small collectibles and trinkets to those he holds dearest.

he cherishes anything he receives, regardless of the sentiment the gifter had of the item. he hoards his items until the end, or until the servants can convince him to gift it somewhere else.

he especially loves overseas gifts, like the imported chess board from mondstadt made of the finest cedar wood available.

he isn't a fan of alcoholic beverages as gifts, but he will still take them with a smile and try each one. his worst was probably fire water, which ruined the rest of his evening. snezhnaya is crazy.

celebrating his birthday.

thoma usually leaves to visit the windblume festival, but always comes home just in time with a new recipe or small trinket for ayato. sometimes ayato will attempt to gift thoma something in return, but is usually declined because "that's not how birthdays work", or something.

ayato usually plans his own birthdays, but some years he'll be locked in his room by his own sister so she can truly surprise him. no guesses allowed.

when he turned twenty, the next seijin no hi was celebrated in and around the kamisato estate. it was probably the most extravagant celebration he had ever put together, and he wishes for his sister to experience it too. hopefully for her, she wouldn't have to go through the painstaking effort of sending letters to every other twenty-year-old in inazuma.

he usually clears his work schedule for a week after his birthday to take a rest and enjoy his new year before going back to the paperwork he'll have to endure for the rest of it.