#so ima just pretend they're mine from now on

[fonderunicorn70]

It's because... I hate their creator and they are an awful, horrible person😋

[shenheshipwindow]

ignore the last ask <3 i made a typo HELEJDKHS

“What if we rewrite the stars? Say you were made to be mine. Nothing could keep us apart. you'd be the one I was meant to find” + xiao + 1:11am + fluff !!!!!!! i shud rly read thru the rules next time 💔💔💔 pretend it never existed TY AND HAPPY VALENTINES WJDAY DHALJAL

💌 basic ass song 🙄🙄 /j /j i knew u would request xiao but if hes ooc um. dont hurt me <//3 also i really like this one omg wiajqowbsksb damn i have chinese exam tmr so now ima go study - hope u like this huhuhu

📌 discussions of fate; fluff of course; not modern au but xiao still has glow in the dark stars ;)

[ 1.11 a.m. ]

"what is it?" xiao scoffs when you poke him in the shoulder, though his voice is laced with genuine interest. he sits criss-cross-apple-sauce on his bed, while you sprawl out in a weird but comfortable position, thoughts running a mile a minute.

"i was just wondering~ do you believe in fate?" you ask, voicing one of the slightly embarrassing questions that flitted across your mind, excited to hear his answer nonetheless. you knew you believed in it. in a world with celestia, the archons and visions being distributed, there's no way that some things just happened. it had to be scripted, by celestia or perhaps a higher power, but thinking about it too much made your head hurt so you left it at that.

he tilts his head towards his ceiling, plastered with glow in the dark stars (they're made out of crystal core - a gift from you that he leaves as a comforting decoration). he hums softly, piecing his thoughts together; fishing through his memories to form an opinion. truth be told he's thought about this question before, but not in a way he could express it to people, let alone you.

you hum along with him, a liyuean lullaby, lover's oath, before he turns to face you again. "i guess i do," his voice near a whisper, "i mean, if my whole life was scripted that makes me feel... helpless. like, were none of the choices i made truly mine; and why did they give me such a helpless past, where i had to be rescued by morax?"

you nod solemnly, sitting up to give him a quick hug, yet another question bubbles up to your lips. "so... were we fated to meet, you think?" this time you blush at the unintentional (or perhaps intentional...) sappy question, slightly dreading his answer. but in a good way, of course.

"it does not matter," is his curt reply, "even if we were not fated to meet, we could rewrite our fate. i'm glad to have met you, and you know not even fate could keep us apart." his face turned adorably flushed, his expression one of determination.

you laugh, teasing him, "do you really have that much confidence in our relationship? that's really sweet!" he took your tease a little too seriously, but in the best way, brows furrowing slightly; "of course i do. i love you, y/n." i love yous weren't easy to come by for him, so you savour the moment, leaning into his lap. he leaps away a little bit but grows accustomed to your touch, and as tiredness engulfs you, you fall asleep in a little pile, glowing under the green stars - your own paths of fate.