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melonn-soda · 2 months

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If you’re accepting requests? Then may I please request a Ayato Kamisato x Male reader? Where Reader has been secretly harbouring feeling for Ayato, but they aren’t able to confess their feeling and the harsh reality that the reader isn’t of any high lineage: they just have a Dendro vision. Also a rumor has been going around, saying that Ayato is to marry a noble. So the reader resigns their feeling for Ayato, secretly wishing him a happy marriage and life. Soon after a few weeks come to past, and the reader hears that they are going to be in arrange marriage with a former warlord. But the reader is actually happily okay with it, since it will help his family live in peace. But… its not long before Kamisato siblings receives an invitation to the wedding.

❝ IT'S YOUR WORLD AND I'M NOT IN IT... ❞

word count: 2.6k

warning(s): kamisato ayato / male reader. angst. nothing else I can think of.

prompt: in the ask above but with some slight altercations.

notes: this will be a multi-part story. sorry for the long wait :(( I haven't been doing so hot when it comes to writing

fem aligned dni

The wind tasted of salt as it brushed through the foliage and structures of the Kamisato household. If this had been your first time being here, you would’ve grimaced at flavor but you’ve visited far too many times to care now. The tang of the sea’s salt had become a welcoming presence on your tongue over the course of these years, forever stained with the sugar of the sweet flowers in your tea.

Speaking of, a tray with a tea set on top of it was placed in the middle of the table, the person who had brung it welcoming himself into the conversation you were having with the man across the table. Thoma, an outlander who was shunned for his presence alone only now to be held as a handsome charmer and a respected member of the Kamisato household. He was also practically best friends with the man you were talking to.

Thoma says your name with familiarity, just as he does with Ayato, a pleasant smile resting on his pale yet reddish lips, “it’s been a while since I’ve last seen you. How’ve you been?” The question was unneeded- especially for someone like you, but it was sweet nonetheless.

“I’ve been better, to be fair.” You answered him, eyes trained on the teacup that rests on the saucer, watching the liquid ripple at every little movement made. Closing your eyes slowly for a moment, a sigh leaves your lips before they open again, fixed on the housekeeper that sat on your right, “My mother has been pressuring me to court someone for these past few weeks, hearing her voice has never been tiring but now I think I may reconsidering.”

A breathy, amused laugh leaves Ayato’s mouth and Thoma just looks at you. The blond’s eyebrow then raises, an awkward smirk pulling at the corners of his lips, “You’re looking at me like you want me to be the one to court you.”

You groan, letting go of the professional demeanor you were keeping intact, “By all seven Archons forbid you be the one to court me.” the jest causes Thoma to chuckle, “we are nothing more than schoolgirls who giggle over the latest gossip around the courtyard.”

“That I cannot argue.” Thoma agrees, bringing one of the teacups to his lips. Your wording was not false since the Kamisato housekeeper and you have exchanged the latest drama that you both had managed to get your gossip-ridden hands on each time you managed to bump into each other. Did it kindle a mischievous kind of friendship? Yes. Was the reasoning for it good? Maybe not.

“Haa..” You breathe out, folding your arms across your chest, “I just needed a good reason to get out of the house today.. thank you, Master Kamisato, for letting me reside here for a few hours.” You tipped your head down in respect to the commissioner; after all, you were nothing more than a commoner.

Ayato’s hand raises and waves slightly, “No need to thank me, it’s always nice to catch up with you. Oh, and please drop the formalities. We aren’t in public, remember?” He tells you, which causes your face to flare with heat in embarrassment. Sometimes, you forget that you’re friends with a government official and that within his private premises, he is no longer the Yashiro Commissioner but Ayato. Just Ayato.

“Forgive me.” You mutter and Thoma takes notice at the hint of adoration behind your tone. He knows. He knows everything because he’s your friend, who you spill all sorts of secrets to. If not for your flushed pleading, he would’ve told his master long ago and the two of you probably could’ve been courting by now.

A small crow flutters within the Kamisato residence and kicks up some resting dust with its wings before landing onto your left forearm. It had a small note tied to its scrawny foot, which you gingerly untied to read. The two looked at you curiously as you skimmed the contents on the ripped piece of paper and an exasperated sigh left your lips momentarily.

“I guess that’s my cue to leave.” Your lips drew back in a distasteful snarl, standing up and brushing off non-existent particles from the lap of your kimono. The crow slid up to your left shoulder, resting there and hiding its feet within its puffed chest feathers, “My mother wants me to go pick up some groceries before sundown, I guess I’ll see you both again some other time. Until then.”

You bowed respectfully to the both of them, turning to leave the residence. Thoma and Ayato’s eyes continued to linger on your figure as you made your way out, steps slow to signify the dread of going home with each drag of your foot against the rock pathway. Ayato almost wondered if you would be able to handle the scolding of your mother, only for it to be stopped as the tinker of teacups messed with his train of thought.

“For a man with such a nice family, it’s such a shame to see him so insistent on not going home.” Thoma’s voice rings pleasantly in Ayato’s ears, seeing him clean up the area you sat in, “Maybe his family is a lot more pushy on courting than anything else. Ah, but I guess that gives him more of an excuse to visit here more often. After all, it’s certainly a blessing for a commoner’s son to be friends with the Lord Commissioner, they wouldn’t be against their son to visit someone so powerful.”

His flattery certainly does not go undismissed, as Ayato could feel his cheeks heat up, “Please don’t speak of me so highly.” The shade of red that decorates his cheeks disappears as quickly as it comes, a breath of disappointment leaving his lungs, “I hope he finds his destined path of love well.”

When Ayato says this, Thoma just stares. Gaze unwavering and limbs not doing their familiar routine of cleaning up that it’s almost scary because he just stares at Ayato. So bad, he wants to tell the political figure that it’s him that you’re in love with. But, he keeps his promise to not tell him because you would for sure rip out Thoma’s windpipe if he dared to do so.

Finally, the housekeeper tears his eyes away from the higher up, bowing his head and taking the dishes away from the zataku to clean them. Thoma wants you to be happy and he also wants Ayato to be happy too. You nor the commissioner himself notices but it’s obvious how much Ayato relaxes in your presence to Thoma. He’s so fed up on how the two of you keep beating around the bush with longing stares, awkward laughter, and stuttering embarrassment to the point where he wants to scream at you both to just kiss already.

It even gets Thoma thinking: how can Ayato notice everything about the Kamisato housekeeper but not acknowledge how obviously smitten you were when it comes to him? Thoma had his suspicions beforehand and received five thousand mora from Yoimiya the day you decided to confront Thoma about your love for the Lord commissioner.

He so desperately wants to give that push to set you two up but he doesn’t want to go against your wishes, so he’ll just wait. Patience is rewarded, after all.

An exhausted groan seethes through your teeth as you trudge down the rock pathways, shoulder beginning to numb from the weight of the paper bag’s straps pulling down on your arm. The crow shrieks in your ear to hurry up before the fruit rots, into which you swat the bird with your free hand. You miss, of course, because it takes off the second your hand raises. It continues to squawk loudly, probably alerting the nearby residents with its shrill cries.

“Quit yapping, will you!?” You shout at the bird, throwing one of the many green onions in your grocery haul in its direction. The crow darts to the side with a mocking caw, diving down to fetch the vegetable before it hits the ground and swerving back to smack the side of your face with it. You growl in frustration, grabbing the green onion and using it to point at the bird, “Listen, if you don’t shut your beak, I’ll plant watermelon seeds into your stomach and use your stomach acid as water with your muscle being the dirt!”

The crow goes quiet at such a threat, a quiet chitter of obedience sputtering from it. You huff at the accomplishment of getting the bird to finally shut up, faltering when you hear whispers coming from the opened window sills. Your fingers twitch at the idea of more juicy gossip to share with Thoma, shuffling yourself so that you were under the window, just close enough to hear what the girls in the building were talking about.

“The Yashiro Commissioner!? Really..?” Her voice quickly shushes at the last word and by the way her voice begins to muffle, you take a gander that the tips of her fingers are pressed against her lips in surprise. At the mention of your friend, you're more confused than invested. ‘What did Ayato get into..?’ You think, deciding that the answer will soon spill from the ladies the more you listen.

“Yeah, I was shocked too.. I didn’t think that he would ever decide something like that. Especially considering... you know.” You weren’t sure what the other lady was hinting at but you would think it was related to his authoritative position, “But you know her, she’s never been one to lie! Everything she says has been true which makes her really credible.”

You press your back harder against the wall, the crow cocking its head in confusion. Before it could even chirp a complaint, a vine crawled up from the wall and wrapped around the bird’s beak, your vision glowing angrily. It understood the memo and its wings slumped in frustration, knowing it’ll be a while before you pry it off.

“I wish I was a noble.. anyone would be lucky to capture the heart of Kamisato Ayato. At least he found a person of his status to marry to.” Then everything began clicking the more you didn’t want it to, your heart dropping into shattered pieces like a glass cup hitting a wooden floor, “I can’t believe she managed to charm such a handsome man. Lucky~. So, so lucky.”

You can hear her voice swoon and your head does too but not in a positive way. You think you’re going to be sick. Every decision in your life was reflected on and criticized within seconds of standing there in shock. ‘Ayato is getting married. Did I even have a chance?’ If only you confessed earlier, if only you were just the slightest bit more obvious about your feelings, if only you let Thoma tell Ayato about how you felt about him, if only you tried just a smidge harder, if only- if only.. if only... if only you weren’t such a coward.

Feathers brushed against your cheek in what you assumed to be pity. Then, you realized the onslaught of tears dripping from your bottom eyelashes. Like shards of the rarest crystal marrow, they fell and continued to fall.

With a shaky step forward, you walked away from the window, small shrubbery growing beneath your feet. You didn’t want to listen anymore. All the information was clear. Ayato was going to marry and the person walking down the aisle wasn’t going to be you. The small hiccuping sob coming from yourself was dull in your ears as you trudged home, the crow shuffling closer to your face on your shoulder, reassuring you by nuzzling its beak into your hair.

When you got home that night, your mother was about to playfully scold you for coming home late but immediately faltered when she saw you crying at the doorstep with flowers sprouting at your feet. She rushed to your side and began wiping your tears after setting the bag of groceries down, then letting you sit down on the tatami mats. She was about to pluck the flowers from the wooden floors so they wouldn’t splinter too deeply into the wood before recognizing what type of flowers they were. Bleeding hearts. She glanced at you from over her shoulder and frowned. ‘That’s why you were hesitant about courting.’

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It has been a few days since you found out about Ayato. You cried for a while.. well, for 4 hours straight before you passed out and awoke to the sun shining on your face, unwelcomed and irritating. However, cooping yourself up in your house was definitely not healthy and as much as you didn’t want to face the outside world just yet, you laid on the tatami mats contemplating whether or not to get up. In the end, your mother ushered you to go get some fresh air, telling you that “your skin will break out in acne if you don't bask in the sunlight.”

Footsteps slow, your head was hung as low as your eyebags, geta dragging against the rocky walkways. Inazuma City was as bustling as always, people chattering happily, the sounds of food sizzling within restaurants, merchants promoting anything new within their shops.. all of this was just your everyday encounters. Everything sounds so annoying now. All the noises are causing a headache but that was mostly because this was the aftermath of crying for so long. You wanted to go back home but you’re pretty sure your mother is still home and will shoo you away if you were to even be six meters nearby.

Lady Luck must also not be on your side today because your gaze was so fixed on the floor you didn’t even notice there was someone in front of you. A flash of expensive shoes was not enough of a warning as your forehead bumped into the back of the person. This person, however, must have such an impressive build because you recoiled while they didn’t even budge.

Just as you were about to apologize, you looked up and caught a glimpse of light blue hair that made you freeze. Your jaw closed and screwed itself shut, forcing you to keep that quiet “sorry” locked behind your teeth. The one person you didn’t want to confront just yet, was standing in front of you, a plastic cup filled with milk tea in his hands.

Feet shuffling to dodge his line of sight, you were certainly not fast enough to dodge his attention because he says your name in that same sickly, sweet voice you fell in love with. You almost want to punch him. It seems stupid, yes, but you are angry at yourself and you want to take it out on something. You could never be mad at Ayato, though. It’s not even his fault either way but your love for him will blind you by gouging out your eyes from their sockets.

Reluctantly, your body turns to him but your gaze doesn’t do the same, finding the onikabuto that crawls pathetically on the ground much more appealing to the eye. Probably because it’s currently reminding you of yourself. Fingers digging into your palm, you finally decide to acknowledge his presence, a small “Lord Kamisato..” rasping out of your mouth.

Now, Ayato doesn’t seem to notice a lot about your behavior if Thoma is telling the truth, but the way you say his title in a pained tone does not go past his head. Then, and only then, does he see the dry streak of tears highlighting your face and his whole world stops.

love that guy

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bell4lan · 2 years

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Don't Lose a Bet to Kamisato Ayato

Genre: Smut, small amount of fluff

DNI: fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers, non-mlm/nblm

CW: Riding, reader wears a skirt + panties, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering

Character(s)/reader: Top Ayato x Bottom Male Reader

You sat in Ayato's office waiting for him to arrive, though you certainly weren't looking forward to it. A couple days ago, you and Ayato played a game of chess. You both are very good at chess, so he decided it would be fun if you guys made a bet. If you won, he'd do whatever you'd like. If he won, you'd do the same for him. You were confident in your chess skills, so you agreed to the deal.

However, you lost. Meaning today you'd have to do whatever your boyfriend wanted you to do. You weren't scared or anything, but Ayato always had some weird schemes up his sleeve so you were a bit nervous about what he had in mind.

The door opened and in came Ayato, holding a shopping bag in his hand.

"There you are. Ready for what I have planned?" He asked as he sat down behind his desk and placed the bag on it.

"I guess...as long as it's not super humiliating." You replied making Ayato laugh softly. He handed you the bag encouraging you to see what's inside. You took it and saw what looked like clothing. You pulled it out to take a better look.

It was a skirt. He wanted you to wear a skirt. That wouldn't be so bad right? It's not like you're going out in public, though even just walking around the estate wearing it would be enough to embarrass you.

"I knew it would be embarrassing." You mumble as you examined the skirt. It was a long skirt, so it wasn't like anything would be showing thankfully.

Ayato smirked at what you said, "I'm glad you like it." He joked after seeing the less than thrilled look on your face. You stuck your tongue out at him and got up to change in the bathroom.

"And where are you going?" He asked while he started doing his work.

"To go change?" You replied as though it was obvious.

"You can change here can't you? Or are you too embarrassed?" He teased looking up at you. You stared at him and started changing, slipping out of your bottoms into the skirt. It was flowy and reached down to your ankles. You couldn't lie, it was pretty comfortable.

"You look adorable." He said as he admired how you looked. His words were genuine, you could tell, but it still felt like he was teasing you.

"Thank you.." You mumbled as you fixed the skirt, feeling your face heat up. Even though it was just you two, you felt super embarrassed. You sat down and decided to watch him work so you could take your mind off your current situation.

30 minutes later Ayato breaks the comfortable silence between you two, "I'm quite thirsty, let's get some boba, hm?" He suggested and stood up.

"Don't you have some here?" You asked not really wanting to leave the office in your current outfit.

"No, I just ran out yesterday." Oh how convenient. You glared at him as he held out his hand to you. You hesitantly grabbed it and got up, following him out of the estate and onto the streets of Inazuma.

Being out in public like this was so much more embarrassing than being dressed like this with Ayato. You held onto his arm trying to not focus on the unwanted stares you got from some people. They weren't at all judgemental, in fact they were mostly curious stares, but they still made you want to curl up in a ball and hide.

"Don't be so embarrassed love, you look very handsome." He whispered lowly as he moved his arm out of your grasp and around your waist. His deep voice made you too flustered to say anything, so all you did was nod and lean into him more.

You both got the boba he wanted and walked back to his office. Once you finally arrived at the door, you opened it quickly and made your way in, not wanting to be out in the open any longer. Ayato smiled as he saw you hide your face in your hands as you sat down.

"Oh love, I promise there's no need to be embarrassed." He squatted down in front of you as he tried to reassure you.

"But it was embarrassing Ayato!" You said refusing to look at him. He gently grabbed your hands and moved them away from your face.

"Fine, I'll let you change, but it'll be something of my choice." He replied, holding your hand in his and rubbing your leg comfortingly.

"Hmm..okay.." You agreed hesitantly and watched as he walked to get another bag. Why does this seem so planned? He had another bag just waiting for you?

"I was going to wait until later, but right now you seem to need a distraction." He said as he handed you another bag. You grabbed it and looked inside.

It was another skirt, though this one appeared to be much shorter and was a lighter color than the one you were currently wearing.

"Is this supposed to make me feel better? It's even shorter." You huffed as you looked up at him.

"Just put it on love, don't worry no one else will see you. I'll make sure of it." He replied. This time he let you change in the bathroom connected to his office.

This skirt was far more embarrassing, especially when he snuck in some womens underwear with it. It barely covered your ass, but it did cover your dick so that was good, considering the panties barely supported it. You stepped out slowly and saw him look up at you in awe. He got up and walked over to you, putting his hands on your waist.

"Archons, you're absolutely stunning." He loved how you looked in the short skirt. He spun you around to get a good look and saw how it barely covered your ass.

"Looks like I didn't get a big enough size." He chuckled as he spun you towards him again. You hid your face in his chest, not able to stand his teasing. He smiled and walked back over to his desk, sitting down and pulling you on his lap so you face him.

"Be a good boy and stay still okay?" His voice deepened as he spoke and he squeezed your plump ass, making a shiver go down your spine. You nodded as you felt your face heat up again, and stayed as still as you could.

Ayato kept teasing you as he worked. He rubbed your ass and occasionally squeezed it like it was some kind of toy. You tried to stay still like he instructed, but it was so hard when he was touching you like that. Ayato moved his hand away and opened a desk drawer, pulling out a bottle of what looked like lube. He popped the cap open with one hand and handed it to you.

"Put some on my fingers." He instructed, so you squeezed some onto his fingers and then put the bottle on his desk. You heard his pen drop onto the hard wood and felt his hand move the panties aside. Cool fingers touched your puckered hole making you stiffen. You felt his finger slide into you with mild resistance making you grip onto his clothes.

Ayato started working again shortly after he started finger fucking you. He now had 3 fingers in your hole and you could barely keep quiet. His fingers were so close to touching your prostate and it was all you wanted.

Ayato felt himself get uncomfortably hard hearing your soft moans, so he pulled out his fingers and unbuckled his pants. The excitement in your eyes from seeing his cock made him chuckle. He positioned you over him and helped you sink onto his dick, groaning at the tightness of your hole.

He put his hands on your ass and helped you move, giving you encouraging squeezes every now and then. You were trying to hold back your moans, because the walls aren't exactly thick and anyone could walk in, but it seems like Ayato wanted you to be loud. He made sure your cock was sandwiched between your clothed stomach and his, providing you stimulation from both ends. It was so hard to hold back when all you wanted to do was scream.

You stuck your ass out and felt him hit your prostate dead on. Your needy moans got louder as his dick kept abusing the bundle of nerves, you couldn't hold back anymore. You didn't care if people heard you, all you cared about was Ayato's cock inside you.

You chanted his name as you rode him, feeling yourself get closer to release. Ayato wanted nothing more than to lift you up and fuck you on his desk, but watching you ride him in such a short skirt was so sexy, he wouldn't dare put an end to this display.

Your body shook as you finally reached your release, cum shooting out onto Ayato's clothes as he fucked you through your orgasm. You slumped against him and felt his cum fill up your hole, making you squirm.

Ayato ran his hands through your hair as you recovered, not yet pulling out because he didn't want to startle you. He saw that your thighs were still trembling and smirked to himself, feeling proud of what he did.

He held you close to him and whispered in your ear. "Are you alright? That wasn't too much for you was it?" You shook your head and mumbled what sounded like an "I'm okay" into his shoulder.

A couple minutes later you tried to sit up and felt something sticky on Ayato's clothing. You looked down and saw that your hand and his suit was covered in your cum.

"I'm so sorry Ayato, I've ruined your suit.." You immediately apologized, but all he did was smile at you.

"It's okay, I can always get it cleaned. It's not too hard to get out." Ayato was just saying that to make you feel better. Semen was hard to get out especially if he waited, but he didn't want you to feel guilty. It was all his fault after all.

He kissed your cheek and finally lifted you off his now soft cock. He noticed how his cum began to drip out of you, so he quickly grabbed the towel he had prepared beforehand.

"Would you like to take a shower or a bath?" He asked as he wiped up the cum.

"Bath. I'm starting to feel sore." Ayato nods and whispers an apology as he finishes cleaning up a bit.

"Don't apologize, it felt good." You said, giving him a shy smile.

"So would you wear this skirt again?" He smirks.

"Absolutely not." You said immediately dropping your smile. He laughed and gave you a kiss which you happily returned.

You wouldn't admit it until later, but you were lying. You totally would wear the skirt again, not only because Ayato seemed to really like it, but also because you felt so hot being fucked in it.

You definitely wanted to experiment with Ayato more often.

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Smut smut smut smutty smut smut.

Idk why I can't ever bring myself to make smut just pure smut, no softness. If I have full control over the plot I'm adding in some fluff idc !!

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katzu919 · 1 year

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helloo how are youuuuu ok so if its chill with you can you write some angst about ayato's bf moving back to mondstadt because they got into a fight BUT BUT BUT then like the reader comes back 3 years later for business and they becomes bfs again. feel free to ignore this BUT IF UR CHILL WITH IT CAN I BE UR 😦 ANON?

Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder

You couldn’t deal with it anymore. You made your way to the docks, planning on getting a trip back to Mondstadt, your homeland. You and Ayato had gotten into a fight again and you couldn't handle waiting around for another one. The docks were more bare than you thought they would be but it didn't bother you too much, less people to explain too as to why you were leaving.

You boarded the ship with little to no issue and made yourself as comfortable as you could. You looked over the land you had made your home with Ayato. A small part of you hoped he would come running to the docks, stopping you from leaving though you knew that wouldn't happen. He had more important issues to attend to anyway. You let out a sigh and turned your back and made your way below deck, leaving Ayato and the life you built behind.

You froze, about to turn around and go a different way when he called out to you. “(Y/N).” He had a shocked look on his face, like you were the last person he would expect to see, standing in the light that the setting sun was casting. He slowly took a step forward then another and before either of you knew it he was standing in front of you.

“Ayato.” You whispered. You had no idea what to say to him.

“I thought I would never see you again.” His voice was breathy. “I didn’t know you left Inazuma until the morning after, when I couldn’t find you.” You felt your heart squeeze painfully. No matter how much you told yourself you didn’t, you still loved him.

You inhaled shakily before wrapping your arms around him. You couldn't think of anything to say. Should you apologise? Does he even want your affection? But before you could spiral more he wrapped his arms around you. You both stood there for a bit before Ayato pulled away, keeping his hands on your shoulders.

“Why don’t we go get some tea?”

Maybe being sent for this meeting wasn’t so bad.

I’m so sorry but this is so bad. I couldn’t think of anything and it’s pretty vague :( also sorry this took so long and i could think of a title for this. And one last sorry for any and all grammatical mistakes and spelling mistakes.

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duexdub · 2 years

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Hello! This is my first time requesting from anyone even though I’ve been using Tumblr for over a year… 😅

Could you do a Dom Ayato with Male reader? Any prompt is fine!

(Hope I did this right. Btw, I love your writing style!)

Of course!! Hope u dont mind that i use this for kinktober

KINKTOBER - 10/11 - AYATO - UNDER THE TABLE

Dom!Ayato X Male!Reader

You were sitting at a meeting next to your boyfriend Ayato, head of the Kamisato clan and commissioner of the Yashiro Commission, very important guy over all. You both had worked in the politics and the commissions from a young age and had met as teens at a meeting with your parents. From then on you both grew close and know you both represent your families in the region of Inazuma.

You both sat next to each other at a table, the most important people of the city on the other sides of the table. You both talked contently to the other commissions leaders and their teams and such, spending the past few hours chatting about progress and all other boring stuff that you had to pay attention to. As Ayato spoke to the others, you felt his hand move to rest on your thigh, knowing how he is, you started to panic internally.

As time went on that hand moved up your leg and was now unbuckling your pants, digging his hand into your underwear. He pulled your dick out and started stroking it slowly, you managed to go by without a visible reaction. He started to speed up his strokes, and leaned towards you, putting his mouth to your ear, “Don’t be making any strange noises, my dear.” More only that made you more aware of what was happening, these important people dont have a clue that your boyfriend is jacking you off under a table. The strokes kept going at a safe pace, over time speeding up and you were able to get used to it, but it was a bit visible now. “Mr.(l/n)? Are you alright, You’re sweating?” The voice broke you out of your trance, as you hoped you could speak out normally. “O-oh im fine! Y-yknow these days out here in the city heat are starting to catch up to me!” You tried to play off, which thankfully worked. You were brought back to the hand sliding against your dick, as you continued to hide your panting.

The whole committee started to work on paper work on the table, as you tried to concentrate and do yours. It shocked you a little bit knowing as Ayato has yet to give up, and had been messing with you for more than 5 minutes.

You felt the knot tightening in your stomach, feeling the need to unwind and release.

Ayato continued, moving his hand as fast as he could down your dick, you started to shudder, trembling in your seat as you let out a loud inhale and sigh, trying to quietly release into his hand. Your breath stuttered as you tried to regain your breath. You felt Ayatos hand move away from you, pulling out a handkerchief from his pocket, cleaning the cum coated hands in front of everybody.

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See y’all on Thursday!! Just wanted tk say thanks again for whatever it may be, we’re close to 900 followers maybe we can get to 1k before the one year anniversary of this account

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banzaitaka · 1 year

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Genshin Impact_Inazuma_Masterlist

Rules and other masterlists

Arataki Itto

romantic

none

platonic

none

Gorou

romantic

none

platonic

none

Kaedehara Kazuha

romantic

none

platonic

none

Kamisato Ayato

romantic

none

platonic

none

Kunikuzushi

romantic

none

platonic

none

Shikanoin Heizou

romantic

none

platonic

none

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stffed · 2 years

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coming home - ayato kamisato x male reader

warnings: slight angst (not focal point)

a/n: this is to celebrate me getting ayato after 164 wishes

when you received word that the vision hunt decree was over and you could return home to inazuma, you broke down in tears. a year without contact from your loved ones was worse than any torture you could think of and you prayed to the electro archon that you would never have to go through it again.

as your homeland came into sight of your ship, you couldn’t help but smile. how you longed to be back in inazuma, to feel the electric buzz in the air and to see the familiar faces you’ve missed. and now the dream you had held on to for a year was going to come true.

the ship docked at the port in ritou. hoards of strangers crowded the dock, trying to see if their own loved ones had returned to them. some travellers didn’t wait for another second and leaped from the boat, racing to their family. others hid their disappointment as they couldn’t see their family within the crowd.

you were part of the latter group. nowhere in the crowd could you spot the familiar white outfit nor the familiar blue hair. it made your heart wrench, the smile on your face dropping and your eyes warming.

of course he wouldn’t be here. he had other important things to do. maybe, if you were lucky, he’d get off work early and meet you back at your shared estate. that’s right - he was just waiting for you at home. ship arrivals could be so unpredictable so he was probably just waiting for you at home.

your mind tried to convince your heart not to hurt. you filled in your return forms for the kanjou commission, not really paying attention to what you wrote. you walked up the steps from the dock, luggage on hand, ready to make your way home and wait for your husband.

as you reached the plaza, you took a second to take in any changes. it seemed more busy than normal with people crowding around the different shops and stalls set up. you were about to walk over to a stall selling flavoured milk when you heard your name being called.

your head whipped around. there he was: clothes ruffled, his hair a mess, his face flushed but he was there nontheless.

without a care who would see you, the both of you ran over to each other. you jumped into his open arms, sobbing as he held you tightly.

“i’m so sorry, my dear,” he apologised. his gloved hand stroked the back of your head, trying to comfort you. “the tri-commission called an emergency meeting and i had to attend. i tried to get ayaka to cover for me so i could come meet you but they insisted it be me there. as soon as the meeting finished, i raced here as soon as i could but i could see--”

you pulled away from him, face wet with tears. “the first time you see your husband in a year and you talk about work?”

ayato’s stunned face brought a smile to your own. his shock melted to a smile as he hugged you again. “i’ve missed your jokes so much. and i’ve missed you too, my love.”

“i’ve missed you too. so so much.”

#cassin repents #male reader #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x male reader #genshin impact ayato #genshin impact ayato x male reader #genshin kamisato ayato #genshin kamisato ayato x male reader #genshin impact kamisato ayato #genshin impact kamisato ayato x male reader

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l1tw1ck · 2 years

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When You're Older

FTM!Ayato x Top!DILF!Masc Reader

Request | Kinktober | No AFAB language ver (AO3)

Contains: Non-Con, Loss of Limbs, Knife, Ayato is 17, Blackmail, Itto Dies

Words: 1,144 | Reader Discretion is Advised!!

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You've known Ayato for a while, he's best friends with your kid and you were like an uncle to the younger boy.

He told you that he liked you one day but you didn't want to give him a response due to his age. You told him 'Ask me when you're older' and he took it seriously.

Ayato was willing to wait until he was 18 but when he found out that you had become engaged to another man, Itto, he was filled with rage.

As a spoiled rich boy, he was used to getting everything he wanted so when he didn't...he reacted in a way that most would view as insane.

He sneaks into your bedroom small bag in hand, staring at Itto with extreme contempt.

Ayato pulls out gag and stuffs it in Itto's mouth before he drags him out of bed, the oni's large body making a huge thump sound. You and Itto don't wake up, both heavy sleepers.

He uses handcuffs with fluffy material around them to restrain you to the headboard and gags you before focusing his attention on your fiancé. Ayato takes out a cleaver, chopping Itto's thumb off without a second thought.

The man jolts awake, screaming in pain. He looks at Ayato in shock and screams louder as the boy chops the rest of his fingers off one by one.

You wake up, eyes wide in horror as you realize what's happening. You struggle, shaking the bed as you desperately try to escape and save Itto.

Ayato ignores everything, ripping Itto's boxers off and gripping his limp dick. Itto screams louder when feeling the knife graze it, although most of it is muffled by the gag.

You try to protest even though you're gagged, horrified for Itto. You close your eyes when Ayato hacks it off, the agonizing but muffled yell filling you with sadness and rage.

Ayato ties up Itto's legs and wrists, making sure he can't get away (not the amount of pain he's experiencing would allow it) before climbing on top of your lap.

"I deserve to be with you, not that brainless piece of shit." Ayato growls, pulling your underwear off.

You slobber on the gag, tears mixing with your saliva as you fear that he'll do the same to you.

"You promised you would wait for me." He says, voice shaking as he strips. "You promised!" He repeats.

You shake your head, wordlessly saying that you never promised him anything. He's delusional.

"You're mine, and if you thought I'd let that ugly oaf take you.." Ayato slowly seats himself on your cock. You hiss at the sudden heat enveloping you. "You were mistaken."

He turns to Itto, who's watching with his eyes blown wide. "He's mine." He grins.

Ayato turns back to you and takes the gag out.

"I- I never promised you anything!"

"You did. You implied you would accept when I was older! So why did you have to go and propose to this stupid good for nothing demon?" Ayato frowns. "I would've waited for you! I was going to! But you fucking betrayed me!"

"That- Ayato! I'm going to call the cops!"

"And tell them what? Who are they more likely to believe?" Ayato laughs. "I could tell them at you raped me and cut your fiancé's limbs off because he betrayed you. It's not like Itto would be alive to testify."

"The- the marks on my wrist is enough evidence!"

"Is it?" He touches the fluff, Itto's blood staining the fabric. "Why do you think I chose these types of handcuffs?"

Your hope of getting justice is completely crushed, there's no chance the police will believe you over Ayato.

Ayato lifts his hips up before slamming down, a loud moan making you and Itto even more uncomfortable. You don't want to have sex with someone as young as him, you never even had any intention of dating him in the future. You told him to wait so that when you rejected him, it wouldn't be for his age but because you don't have feelings for someone you viewed as a nephew!

"But it's fine," Ayato says, smiling. "I forgive you, daddy." The word makes you sick.

He starts bouncing up and down on your cock, filling the room with his moans. "So- so big~ fuck~" He bites his lip. "Only yo- you can ma- make me feel so~ ah~ so full daddy~!"

You close your eyes, trying to block out everything and pretend it's Itto riding you. It's impossible though, Itto doesn't feel anything like Ayato does. Wet and tight. Tighter than anyone you've ever fucked but that's a given for a virgin.

"You li- like that, daddy~? My tight vir~ virgin pussy arou- around yo- your cock~?" Ayato gropes his chest. You keep your eyes closed and shake your head. "I know yo- you like it~ you like fuc- fucking me~"

"I don't! I don't like nor want this! You've just mutilated my fiancé, all I want is for you to be in jail!"

"Don- don't pretend~ just be- because I'm yo- young~" Ayato runs his hands along your chest. "You love it~"

You shake your head, more tears running down your cheeks.

He continues riding you, not caring for the horrific expression on your face when you notice Itto's about to die. You try to mourn him but you can barely focus with Ayato on top of you, the feeling unfortunately so good.

"I ca- can feel it~ Yo- you're gh- gonna co- come~!" Ayato moans excitedly. "Gonna kno- knock me up~!"

"Stop!" You scream, not wanting to impregnate him. Ayato moves faster, getting close to his orgasm as well.

You grit your teeth and come inside him, unable to hold back due to the pleasure.

Ayato squeals and comes immediately after, rocking his hips before coming to a full stop.

He forces you to open your eyes and stares directly at you. "You're going to stay with me and raise our baby, or else I'll tell the police everything. I'll tell everyone I lied about my age so you don't get in trouble."

You look at him, filled with despair.

"And we'll get married afterwards, we'll be so happy together. Promise me you'll stay."

You give him an angry look.

"Would you rather spend the rest of your life in jail and hated by everyone for 'raping' the heir to the Kamisato Clan or get married to me and live comfortably?"

You sigh, knowing you have no choice. Even with the evidence of Itto's body, Ayato could easily convince the police that you and him found him like that and blame some random criminal. "Fine...I promise."

Ayato's face lights up and goes to kiss you. You don't reciprocate but he doesn't care, too happy that you accepted.

"I can't wait!" Ayato grins.

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ashersanity · 3 months

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Something awfully ironic about owners and their pets, leathered collar tucked snugly around your neck, the material pressed against your skin serving as a cold reminder of their ownership over you. The smug smirk that graces their lips, quirked up just a bit, rhythmically tugging at your leash whenever they please to show off the pretty little thing that they’ve got. Control. Power. That’s what they want, wish to have over you, willingly letting them do however they please, familiar sensation of their palm ruffling your hair, praising you for being so good.

So very good, especially behind closed doors. No one gets to see the way they lovingly press kisses to the tip of your cock head, pink tongue darting out to hungrily slobber all over your length, drool dripping over the base. Who would’ve known? How the so-called refined, well-mannered owner is at your feet instead, servicing you on their knees and needily sucking on your balls like a whore does. Faint string of saliva left on your tip as they finally part from your cock to claim their prize. Hot, shaky breaths ghosting over your shoulder, slender fingers, the same ones they used to clip that collar, invitingly spreading their slicked, wet hole apart for you to sink into. Wouldn’t want to keep their cute pet waiting for their well-earned reward, would they?

— “F-Fuck..! Just like that, mmmh— Keep going, pup..”

That same voice that coldly commands you, now turned into broken moans, desperately clawing at the muscles on your back in attempt to steady themselves as you rut into them like some rabid animal in heat, stuffing them full. Well, it wouldn’t exactly be far from the truth either, conditioning you to their every whim and touches left over your body, visible outline of your hardening cock underneath the fabric of your pants.

The smacking of your balls meeting their now stretched, wide open hole, grown puffy and sore from the slam of your hips and oh, how their velvety insides tighten around you, taking your fat cock so well. Reducing them to this blubbering mess, your beautiful owner, falling apart on your cock, just the brush of your tip hitting their sweet spot is enough to have them cumming and calling out your name like a slut. How depraved can one be? What would the others think of them? Hushed, discreet murmurs shared among each other, about the dignified master’s pornographic moans in the dead middle of the night, echoing and heard through the private chambers, caused by none other than you.

But fuck, as you lazily slip out of them at long last, feeling so very empty once more from the absence of your cock filling them up to the brim. Thick, white cum dripping between the length of their thighs, splattered across their pristine skin. Glazed over eyes gazing up to meet your own, hand reaching up to affectionately trace along your cheek.

Yes. That’s right, they think to themselves. Their perfect pet. So fucking perfect. They wouldn’t have it any other way.

remy, avery, briar, zhongli?, kamisato ayato?, geto suguru?, raiden shogun?, neuvillette?, your favorites, i suffer from amnesia as to who else there is on that list.

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splataii · 1 day

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thigh fucking with ayato to relieve his stress from work so he bends the reader in his desk while degrading him (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

ayato x reader

cw: domtop character, subbottom reader, degradation, minor feminization (use of the word cunt), minor voyeurism, minor sir kink, petnames

lmk if i miss anything!

“sir.. please,” you squirm under ayato as his body keeps you bent over his desk, hand on the small of your back as he feels around for a small bottle in his desk.

“what? this where you want it?” he smiles as he traces a finger up your exposed hole watching as it winks back up at him, leaning back to spread the lube all over it, “in this slutty cunt a yours?”

“‘m not a slut..” you slur, biting back a moan as he laughs, your face too cute to ignore. i mean your body is practically jumping at his touch while your poor cunt tries to take his fingers in, desperate to be filled.

it had been another regular day in the office before you were called up for another one of your lil “private meetings”, the angst on his face clear as day the moment you stepped through those grand doors.

the man is in desperate need of an actual break, what with the commission beating down his door 24/7, and ayato couldn't think no one better than his favorite boy..

his boy, to give it to him.

you were just made to take him. your desperate whines and moans music to his ears as he slowly jerks off your sad cock, spreading the lube all between your thighs and back up to your eager hole. honestly, he can't imagine how he ever makes it through the day without you

if he could just pay you to look all pretty bent over his desk, filling that pretty boycunt a yours up like it deserves to be filled, he'd do it in a heartbeat.

“oh, puppy, look at you,” he coos sweetly in your ear, his dick jerking against the curve of your ass as he bends over to take your dick in his hands, dirtying it with your precum, “this is all it takes to get you wet? a whore like u cant go two minutes without having his hole stuffed, hmm?”

your ass perks up to his touch on instinct, rutting against him for some friction on your rim. you needed him inside you so bad.

“no baby,” ayato hums, small frown on his face as he presses his finger into the skin of your hip to hold you still, “none of that,”

his hard cock slides in between the warmth of your lube slick thighs, groan escaping his lips as you clench around him from the sensation. your hips stutter as you rock against him, the feeling of his cock against yours just too much to handle.

“what a slutty little ass you’ve got,” he gropes, “what did i tell you?”

“please,” you shake your head, hole winking up at him everytime he prods, begging for any sort of attention, “please put it in, please sir,”

and you make it so hard to resist what with the sweet way his name falls off your tongue.. but only good dogs get treats he reminds you, all gentle smiles as he runs his hands down your back and squeezes at your thigh, finally starting to fuck you in earnest.

“stay tight. don't let up till i finish,” he grunts, keeping you bent over his desk as your hands grip onto the edges of the table in an attempt to keep balance against the smack of his hips against your ass. the tip of his dick pokes through your thighs as he uses them like a fleshlight, spreading his pre all over you and the underside of your abandoned cock.

ayato's all up on you, chest pressed against your back as he groans in your ear so you can know personally just what you do to him. it has you fucking yourself back on his hard cock, begging for him to just touch you already, but the sudden ringing of his old desk phone distracts you.

ayato reaches for it, your eyes widening as you glance up at him shaking your head, but he just holds a single finger to his lips before sliding the phone onto his shoulder, giving his fingers full freedom to slide back into position on the small of your back as he slows his thrusts to a slow grind of his dick. you've got nothing to worry about, really. he's gonna make sure to fuck all those useless thoughts out your pretty little head all the same.

“yes?” he doesn't do much to hide the annoyance in his tone, his hands pressing into your warm skin, using you like some cheap toy as he forces you to stay down and take it.

“two pm? no, cancel that, thank you. yes i’m sure,”

it feels like his stupid talk could go on for forever, but he still manages to stay cool on call as he draws the softest moans out of you, pulling out from your thighs to see how you flinch when he slaps his dick across your unused hole, lightly tapping the side of ur ass so you can arch for him some more just like a good toy should. it all has your mind falling away, uselessly rutting yourself back onto his cock as he plays with you, making sure to stay all pretty laid out on the desk for him.

“i’m a little busy at the moment,” he leans down to press a kiss on your shoulder as he squeezes at your ass, voice almost a low whisper, “isn't that right?”

all you can do is nod your head, body too hot and aching to say no. so thoroughly fucked out you don't even notice hes ended the call already, phone disgarded somewhere on his desk as he picks up his pace again, watching his cock dissapear into the folds of your thighs as his free hand reaches around your middle.

“gods, youre so fucking filthy, look at you,” he laughs, pinching at the head of your cock, spreading your pre all over his fingers, “you really get off from being used like that?”

“‘m not,” your words break off what with the way your body betrays you, thighs clenching as he starts jerking off your pathetic cock,

“i wonder how everyone would react,” he leans down to your level, lips warm on your ear as he keeps his hand tight around you, “if they saw how wet you get from just the touch of my fingers,”

you rut back into his hand, silently begging, but he keeps his touches light, laughing at how desperate you get.

"use your words, puppy," he gently hums before squeezing your chin in his hands and forcing your mouth open with his fingers. his face is so close to yours you can feel his words on the skin of your neck, but his body keeps you pinned against the desk stuck from facing him, "cmon, tell me what you want,"

“please, sir,,” your body jerks as you cry, way too focused on chasing his hand. the feel of his fingers tracing over your tip, the rhythmic sound of his skin on yours, it leaves your head too empty to think of anything but release.

“a slut like you can do better than that”, he moves his hand from your dick, the smile on his lips clear as day as he listens to your incoherent moans, rubbing your mess all over your tummy.

“please let me cum, please,”

you can feel the smile on his lips as he takes your wrists in one hand, lifting you from his desk and exposing your fucked out body to the empty office.

your head falls back against his chest, body almost giving out when he finally takes your cock in his hand and finally gives you what you've been begging so prettily for.

“that’s it, let it all out,” your legs shake as you jerk your hips to try and match his pace, head too dumb to do anything but whine as you finally cum, voice caught all up in your throat, ayato's lips on yours silencing you as he finishes all over your thighs, and you all over his hand.

#splataii writes #bottom male reader #male reader insert #male reader #kamisato ayato #x male reader #sub male reader #dom male character #male reader smut

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fickleduster · 7 months

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✧. ┊ ⁭ ⁭ ⁭Random thirst, lmao

※ bottom.sub, amab reader

➤ cw: dacryphilia, overstim/dumbification, rimming, hand holding 😳, sum petnames, meanies I tell ya, I wrote this intoxicated so do with that what you will

Like the most adoring boyfriend that he was, he saw you as nothing short of a masterpiece, the most perfect boy he could ever lay his eyes on.

— Correction, hands.

And he made sure that you knew, too, (even if this sentiment isn't quite 'hidden',) he always found ways of showing his adoration with his hands; be it mindlessly tracing your skin or holding your own hand at every opportunity given, he had done so and much more.

"Stay still, baby."

... Even as he's eating you out, he has a hand intertwined with yours, with the other gently squishing your plush thigh.

Having you squirm under his mouth, legs locked on his head, and unabashedly moaning as if no one would hear... Without much said, it's obvious that he relished in having you reduced into a puddle; whether by his tongue or his cock, it's his pleasure to be of service for your wonderful body.

Even after what felt like hours since he started lapping at your hole, he had found himself wanting to coax more and more orgasms from your adorable cock. Even as your body's twisting and turning, tightly grasping at the dampening sheets under you, he just couldn't stop. It's just that you tasted so damn good.

You shiver upon hearing his voice, low and warm against your neck, "... Can't you handle a bit more, darling?"

It was then that you pleaded for the first time that evening— pleading that you can't keep cumming so easily from oral alone, pleading for his cock already. He wouldn't be able to stop the mockering chuckle that left his mouth.

That's when his free hand finds it's way to your slick hole, and a finger enters with ease.

Without even so much as a small thrust of his hand, your back had already arched upon a silent scream.

You had came for the nth time that evening.

"That's a good boy."

—

... It's almost animalistic, the sight of him lurching down to your equally sweaty form while he panted, mumbling obscenities with every shallow breath he took.

He could laugh, at how you're barely holding on as he forced your ass up. You're just as a babbling wreck as he was, head thrown back at every single thrust forced into your thoroughly slicked ass, body limp against his tight grip.

This was what you wanted, wasn't it? So why are you crying so damn loud when he forces the third load inside?

➶-͙˚ ༘✶

fushiguro toji, vox akuma, hex haywire, uzui tengen, chrollo lucilfer, quincy, tartaglia, kamisato ayato

[Yea these take a bit to write so here's (whatever this is) for the time being. A much longer Childe fic is upcoming so look out for that if ur interested lol]

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throwaway-yandere · 1 year

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ERROR 410: GONE (Yandere Faceless!Kamisato Ayato/Reader)

A/n: thank you for the 5 dollar tip, "anonymous"! I asked them for what they want in exchange and they asked for a fac█le██ ayato fic... Alright then... You did ask for it...

Unreliable synopsis: Your new coworker doesn't seem to be from around here...

It was a cramped night at the bus stop. Except for the elderly, many people had their phones out since it was nearly midnight and nobody had the stamina to engage in conversation. You recently got promoted as a district manager for an international company, and oh, the work is just too exhausting to drone about. However, in this station, it didn't matter if you were an energetic student or an employee. The bus is abnormally later than their usual "lateness", and such a redundant statement elucidates just how shoddy their schedule is. Everyone was simultaneously stressed and drained and each of their war faces screamed that they would selfishly fight for the seat ride home.

All except for one man.

From the moment he arrived, you were peering at him. He had a similar appearance to the character you were "maining" in the video game you were enamored with for approximately two years. Though you seriously doubt he was in cosplay, he and that favorite of yours look eerily identical. His long-sleeved black coat and simple white turtleneck blend in with modern fashion fairly, save for his elaborate light blue hair, which was organically unkempt and not at all synthetic. His keen eyes led you to believe that he is from an Eastern lineage, most likely Japanese, but you didn't want to make any unfounded assumptions. Because it's simply impossible for someone to cosplay at this time, you were left silently marveling at the incredible coincidence.

He muttered something to himself, but you did not hear it.

“11:56 PM.”

You had a smidgen of knowledge regarding the bus schedule enough to give yourself a pep talk in the hopes that it would motivate you to give him directions. But no amount of psyching yourself up could have prepared you for when another person walked up to him. She asked the question you had been meaning to ask for the past three minutes, assuming she was a college student. He grinned at the worried girl.

He was stunningly gorgeous when he smiled.

Wholly unfair how he exudes an aura of elegance whilst wearing normal clothes while you look like a sloppy burrito wrapped by a beige shawl this dead of night.

“Oh, no, no. I am not at all lost. I’m simply looking for someone.”

Everyone was fairly sure that person would never arrive, but he stayed roving around the room, pacing back and forth as if the person he was looking for will arrive the next minute. Whoever it was, you were starting to get angry on his behalf. Who would leave such an attractive man waiting? It was improper.

But to be honest, you have already admitted to yourself that your life is quite dull— so you’re aware that this nonsensical drama you had over this imaginary person stemmed from boredom.

Out of the blue, he fixed his gaze on you.

The stranger’s eyes softened. The simmering panic in his expression vanished in an instant the moment he saw your face, and his mouth gaped open for a short while before he sauntered forward, ignoring the student who awkwardly shuffled back to her waiting spot.

You immediately felt small, upright, and astoundingly nervous. Not ready to be accosted by anyone at all.

“There you are…” He gave you that smile again. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you, Mx. (Y/n).”

You scanned the area before jabbing your finger at your chest. He nodded as if you were being ridiculous to consider that it may be someone else.

Ah, so the lookalike was waiting for you.

You were mentally fighting yourself.

“I’m ███████ █████,” he said in a gentle tone— not at all reflecting the stressed out look he sported a moment before. “— The new product manager. I’m an incredibly recent hire, so please do not feel bad for not recognizing my face.”

That wasn’t the reason why your eyebrows were knitted, though. It’s because you DO recognize his face, but you doubt he’d take you for a reasonable person should you start pointing out his physical similarities with a fictional character.

███████ █████, huh? His full name is a bit average-sounding. Sounds like something you may have read on an early 2000s Weaboo forum on "What would your Japanese name be?" which lists down dates, birth months, and the first letter of a person's first name. However, it wasn’t entirely unbelievable— you just chalked him up as an unfortunate kid whose parents were eager to give their son the name "John Doe" when given the chance.

“It’s nice to meet you, Mister █████.”

“P-Please,” he shook his head. “Let’s drop the formalities. We shall work alongside together officially tomorrow. I would like for us to talk more casually if you would not mind.”

His vocabulary was painfully filled with constrictive pleasantries for someone who seemed to be eager to have a casually cordial relationship with you. Since a product manager and a district manager have roughly equal levels of authority in your company, his desire for friendship isn't too shocking.

Yet, you can’t help but stare… It’s still so strange how he also has a mole right underneath his lip.

He looks just like Kamisato Ayato from Genshin Impact, but not for long.

At first, you envied █████’s youthful glow and wanted it for yourself, but upon learning that he will replace Mister Blaiddyd, you mentally prayed that he wouldn’t lose his mind from stress like his predecessor. That’s how stressful being a product manager is. Give him two months and he’d probably start ruining his coiffed hair during crunch times.

“Understood,” your eyes darted back to the bus station, which remained regrettably devoid of any vehicle. You were starting to consider taking a taxi to avoid this awkward conversation but there’s not a single one in sight. “Since you’ve mentioned that you were trying to find me, might I ask why that is, exactly?”

“Ah, yes,” he instinctively adjusted his collar. His sharp and sophisticated face never averted away from you. “You see— Miss Goneril had informed me that I should approach you if I had any concerns about work.”

Ahh… Hilda…

His future plight still doesn’t change how annoying this situation is. Can’t believe you’re already assigned to helping a newbie out as soon as you got your promotion. She’s planning to milk your kindness dry this month, isn’t she? Despite being your best work friend, Hilda doesn’t have to be unkind to someone to exploit them. But you suppose you wouldn’t mind too much, given how he doesn’t look half-bad. Call it vain, call it a “coping mechanism”, but there wouldn’t be any shame on your end to teach a new attractive coworker the ropes of your job.

You'll treat him nicely. As the good Samaritan you are, maybe you'll also ask him to give up while he's ahead for good measure.

“Sure, I wouldn’t mind helping you out—”

“I'm most grateful!”

“—but it is VERY late.”

You took a quick look at your phone. 11:53 PM—and there were three messages from Miss Goneril confirming that █████ is the new hire. Since Hilda never filtered her remarks when it came to... aesthetically pleasing people, you instantly pocketed your phone. It was a grave oversight on your end that Hilda found out earlier that you weren't paying attention to her babbling earlier. You wouldn't get such a long message on how "hot" █████'s mole was if you were a better pretender. Her thirst was kind of unsettling.

Ah, whatever. You’ll just delete it later.

You held back a yawn, “where’s your stop?”

“███ ███████.”

“Ah, that’s where I drop off too.”

Additionally, it is the bus's final stop, so you would have to spend a lot more time with him. Great. You hoped he wouldn't try to strike up a conversation with some small talk.

He placed his hand on his chin. Now that he’s up close, you realized just how long his sleeves were. The silhouette nearly reminded you of Kamisato Ayato once more. █████ nodded with a half-teasing smile.

“Oh, not to worry, I know.”

Hilda must have told him right away. You secretly hoped that the main reason she paired you two up was because of your shared destination so you could applaud her wise decision-making skills, but you knew better. Once more, Hilda is attempting to match you with someone.

You cleared your throat, “well then, you better prepare yourself with some sleepless nights because the buses around here don’t come around plenty. You’d have to stand most of the time—”

He muttered something again, “three minutes left.”

“Hmm?”

“Ah, no, it’s nothing. I’ve recently moved here so please do continue explaining.”

“… Right.” You sighed, “do you live in ██████████?”

“Yes.”

“Then we’d go in opposite directions. I live in █████ so this is the only bus we share.”

“Unfortunately.”

That almost made you snort. Unfortunately? It's not at all unfortunate, though. During these hours, you rarely feel socially motivated to communicate, and you just know deep down that once he starts working, you'll find a method to board buses separately from him.

“If it’s alright for me to quickly digress— may I trouble you with something, (Y/n)?”

“Sure.”

“May I take a picture with you?” █████ asked. “I want to upload it in my Instagram Story to show my friends and family that I’m faring well. They’ve been insistent that I should make friends on my first day of work— even when based on technicalities, this doesn’t qualify as my first day.”

He must be the eldest and the breadwinner of the ████████ family. That's admirable. Working with someone like him is not a problem for you. They constantly know how to get the job done.

“I don’t mind,” you said, slightly nervous. “But can you not add any weird stuff?”

“Weird stuff?”

“Like, maybe a “my new coworker is ugly” or something like that.”

“W-What?!” █████ jolted. “I would never do such a thing! Especially towards you, my bel—”

“R-Relax, that was just a joke.” Not really. “Is it okay if I don’t take my face mask off?”

“… Of course, I wouldn’t mind.”

“Great.”

█████ scooted closer to you, placing his phone up and angling it in the direction that mostly showed your face. It’s as if he didn’t want his face to be seen, but with a handsome face like that? You’re highly doubtful that is the case. His hands were trembling. The poor man must’ve been incredibly sleep deprived and running on coffee like you.

Unwittingly, you placed your hand above his to steady his phone and you heard him gasp softly. You quickly withdrew your hand away as though you touched a hot kettle when its anything but warm.

His hands were cold, it almost didn’t feel human.

“Oh— sorry!” You shrugged, cringing. “I didn’t mean to—”

“N-No, it’s fine!” He chuckled nervously. “If anything, I should be the one apologizing. I have been told that I am terrible at using a Kamera.”

Why does he say “camera” with a hard “K”? You’ve never heard anyone else pronounce it in that way. Possibly a local accent. It was tempting to ask where he’s from but perhaps that topic would be better brought up some other time. Asking that question might just make him miss his family more, and his parents might be wide-awake right now anticipating any form of reassurance that their child is doing fine.

“Then allow me to take the pic for us.”

He smiled eagerly, “I would greatly appreciate that.”

█████ handed you his phone. You set it up at the same angle he had originally intended, although this time his phone's screen displayed both your faces more clearly. Although you made an effort to contain your emotions, you couldn't help but be overwhelmed by how much he resembles Kamisato Ayato. You mentally readied yourself for the possibility that you would feel his breath on your neck, but you didn't feel him breathe. That doesn’t make you feel untouched, however, since he rested his hand on your shoulder to pull you close enough for the picture.

Is he holding his breath?

“Stay still,” he commanded.

You clenched your fist, trying hard NOT to think about how close his voice is to Chris Hackney’s.

After you pressed the shutter button at least three times, you opened the pictures you’ve taken.

He really does have a beautiful smile.

“Is there something wrong with my face…?”

“Hmm? N-No,” you sputtered out. “I just thought it was a good pic.”

“I’m glad,” he laughed heartily. “I’m still getting used to this face after all.”

… Huh.

Maybe you lack sleep, but the photos remind you of those AI-generated photos on social media— the stolen ones that artists rightfully plead credit for. Maybe you just find him excessively gorgeous because he reminded you of a fictional character you were familiar with, but his appearance somehow seems otherworldly…

“11:55, one minute left.” He muttered again as he crooned above your neck, gazing at his phone.

“For what?”

█████ laughed heartily.

“For the bus, of course!”

You raised an eyebrow. The station was incredibly empty. You genuinely can’t tell who would lie to him about that.

“Sorry, █████, I don’t know who told you that but there’s genuinely no pattern as to when the bus arrives here. That’s fake news—”

“██████████!!! ██████████!!!”

You immediately snap your neck at the sound of the bus conductor.

“H-Huh?” Your eyes widened.

█████ wore a smug smile on his face as he watched you stare at his phone in disbelief. He was correct; the time was 11:56 pm. But before he had time to gloat and act “mysterious”, you snatched his cold hand and sprinted for the seats— apologizing to the college student you bumped into along the way.

No way in hell you’re going to wait for the next bus.

“We need to go! Now!!!”

You woke up the next day feeling more tired than the previous morning.

Tuesday means that you will inevitably have to work today. You woke up before your alarm, but instead of being a responsible adult and opening up a parcel of bread with hot coffee on the side, you rolled on your bed to whisk your charged phone from the nightstand. You received notifications from several social media apps and a work email from Mister Gautier, but you'd prefer not to startle yourself by hearing one of your subordinate's absurd justifications for being absent. Instead, you launched the Instagram app that you reluctantly installed because of Hilda.

The picture you took together with █████ is still up on his Story.

The image is just as you recall it. You might even say that your opinion of his appearance significantly increased after a good night's sleep. How did you manage to converse with your new coworker last night without turning into a stammering wreck when he is THIS drop-dead gorgeous? You're confident the picture wasn't edited in any way. After all, you saw him upload it directly to his phone's social media account because you wanted to make sure he wouldn't add any odd captions. Congrats to █████ for being incredibly photogenic. He genuinely looks like an AI-generated person with how flawless he appeared. You would have told Hilda straight away that whatever she was swooning over had to be some kind of catfish if you hadn't met him—

You squinted.

…

“Wait a second.”

You looked closely at his hand which rested on top of your shoulder.

“… Are those six fingers?”

That can’t be right.

Sure, he does look like an AI-generated person in the flesh but six fingers? Absurd. It’s probably due to the horrible lighting.

You can’t zoom in on a story, so you took a screenshot but—

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

“Shit.”

You had no time to spare. Hastily, you rolled out, tossed your phone on the bed, and staggered to the restroom. You had to go as soon as possible since you have a meeting this morning. At this rate, soldiers who lived ration by ration likely had a healthier diet than you– but your boss is the embodiment of evil.

You’ll just have to look at the image later.

“Bad morning?”

“Oh, nice to see you here, █████.”

█████ grinned, pointing at the chair beside you, “would you mind if I sit?”

You smiled politely, “I don’t own this place, you know?”

He chuckled, “fair enough.”

It's 4:07 PM. Even though one of your team members arrived later than expected, you eventually built momentum and finished the presentation on a high note. Working with Mr. Gautier is such a headache. Thankfully, district managers have to go out in the field, so before you know it, you've excused yourself to eat lunch at your preferred café. The barely-melted coffee powder you had at home wasn't going to help you get through the day like your favorite cup here. Your cup was no longer a "morning joe", but better late than never.

█████ sank on the cafe’s chair, inhaling the aroma of the rich coffee you ordered. You assumed yet again that it was Miss Goneril’s atrocious wingman skills that led him to this place. His shoulders relaxed a bit afterward as he eyed your cup.

“I do wonder what real coffee tastes like…” █████ mumbled.

You'd give it to him, but you're stressed out—probably more so than he is, given that your supervisor basically holds his hand around the office like a newborn child. The gravity of the problems you carry as a District Manager is nothing to laugh at, either. It’s just a matter of getting used to it.

“Looking already stressed on your official first day, hmm?” You teased before you sipped your cup, pretending you don’t feel his jealous eyes. “Is being a Project Manager not what you had expected?”

█████ shook his head, scoffing with a lopsided grin.

“Oh no, I used to have bigger workloads. I’m only behaving this way since I’m not used to moving this face often.”

This face, huh? What a unique yet expected phrasing. After all, he is so attractive that it wouldn't surprise you if he thought of his face as a separate entity that must be maintained. █████ must be the type of person who cares an awful lot for skin care and self-love. Good for him, good for him.

“Never worked in retail before?” You tilted your head. “Never practiced your customer service smile?”

“In a way, yes,” he chuckled. “I am more accustomed to working behind the scenes since my younger sister takes most of the spotlight in the commi— our family business.”

█████ sure laughs a lot.

“Ah, is she something of an entertainer?” You teased. Knowing a thing or two about other people’s younger siblings, you anticipated some messy anecdotes which served to amplify your opinions on how chaotic having siblings is.

“No. On the contrary, she’s incredibly reserved and poised.”

“Then I bet there’s just something charismatic about her— is she the artistic type?”

“She is. Our family’s beloved princess is quite skilled in the art of dancing and calligraphy. You ought to watch her perform someday.”

You made an effort not to grin foolishly as humiliating thoughts ran rampant inside your head. His sister sounds like Ayaka already. How surreal would it be if you opened up your phone and did your Daily Commissions in front of him—

Oh, right! Your phone— that screenshot!

You ferreted your phone out of your bag, side-eyeing him each time you failed to find it inside its mini-pockets. █████ kept smiling as you busied yourself in hopes you’d locate your phone sooner. To fill in the dead air (and to avoid getting uncomfortable knowing that a man was keeping a close eye on you), you got right onto the meat of the subject by asking questions.

“Hey— I know this is weird, but can I see your hands?”

█████ didn’t respond for a while, lost in a trance before you lightly waved at his face. His soft gaze broke as he blinked fast multiple times.

“My… hands? Alright.”

He pulled his long sleeves— which iconically trailed longer than any other coat in the company— to smoothly show off his slender fingers. █████ glanced at his wristwatch in the process. 4:09 PM. Just one minute more.

Meanwhile, you flinched. He clearly had five fingers in each hand. The normal amount. You didn’t know what exactly you were expecting.

“Hah, I’m definitely sleep deprived,” you spoke humorously. “When I checked our picture this morning I swear I saw six fingers.”

He didn’t laugh. Slowly, he closed his eyes, unamused.

“You’re wrong.”

█████’s voice dipped low.

You never realized how warm his servile gazes were until he starts looking at you with a cold glare.

You felt your spine tremble as you took note of how he crossed his arms. What’s with this sudden shift in atmosphere? Shouldn’t he laugh at how strange your question was instead?

Why did he sound so offended?

Due to the nature of his tone, you sputtered out an excuse to bring back the light conversation you had before, “must’ve been because its dark— here hold on I took a screenshot of it.”

You opened your gallery, not bothering to scroll deep into it since it should be a recent photo. Yet, you paused, and frantically swiped up and down. You expected that screenshot to be the first image that greets you upon opening the app, but you only saw an entirely black PNG file. Why on earth did that screenshot turn void? You tried searching but you only found recent scans from the last week’s meetings and some “candid” selfies Hilda most likely snapped for herself.

This makes no sense whatsoever! You swore you took the screenshot earlier and there was no notification that it failed to save it.

“█████” smirked.

11:56 PM M: (Y/n) waits at the bus station.

02:33 AM T: (Y/n) arrives home.

8:01 AM T: (Y/n) has a meeting.

4:10 PM T: (Y/n) looks at their phone at Cafe █████.

4:10 PM. GONE.

You’re so adorable when you have your phone close to your face with your eyebrows knitted like that… Oh, his dear beloved, you nearly got him…

It’s such a shame that he knows your phone like the back of his palm.

“Is something the matter, (Y/n)?”

Kamisato Ayato chuckled behind his sleeve.

You wouldn’t meet his eye, “I was pretty certain I took a screenshot of it this morning, this is so strange…”

Quickly, you opened Instagram to check “█████”’s Story, but the image was missing as well. Since Stories only expire after 24 hours, and it has only been a little over half that time since it was posted, it shouldn't have disappeared. Your eyes remained glued to your phone, unbeknownst to the sinister smile your coworker wore amidst your defeated state.

“Say, did you remove your Stor—”

“Here.”

“█████” slid his phone onto the table.

You picked it up. It’s the picture you two had at the station. You zoomed in on his hand.

Five fingers.

“… Yeah, it’s definitely five,” you whimpered almost inaudibly. “Here I thought I could show you something funny. Damn. I’m really sleep-deprived.”

“I know, you sleep at around 2:30 after all.”

“Yeah—”

You took a breath and then shook your head. There is no need to be skeptical about that statement; it's simple arithmetic. He reportedly knows a lot about accounting, thus he most likely estimated the length of your ride home as if it were a no-brainer. You gave him a wary smile. He's a lot more calculating than you first thought; he even picked up that you were looking for the photo you took the night before without your having to tell him.

Doing what needed to be done without being asked…

“█████” swiftly took his phone back.

“Now then, would you care to enlighten me as to what tastes good on this cafe’s menu?”

You smiled.

Yeah. You think you’ll get along with the new Project Manager just fine.

“Why, it’ll be my pleasure! First off, the frappe here is not that bad…”

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bell4lan · 1 year

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Replaced pt 2

Genre: Mostly fluff

DNI: NON-MLM/NBLM, fujoshis, mlm/nblm fetishizers

Character(s)/Reader: Male Reader, Ayato, Thoma, Traveler + Paimon, Zhongli, Xiao

You had been avoiding Liyue Harbor ever since you ran into Zhongli and his new boyfriend. Zhongli has been thinking of you ever since, worrying about how you felt and what you thought. He felt terrible after remembering who you were, remembering his promise he made to you. You didn't deserve to be forgotten when you were an amazing boyfriend to Zhongli. He didn't chase after you though, he wanted you to move on and find someone better. Someone who wouldn't forget you, someone who'd keep their promise.

It wasn't easy trying to get over Zhongli, but you had tried your best to distract yourself from the heartache he'd caused. You reunited with Xiao, and he was beyond happy to see you again (even though he didn't show it). He had thought you died like the rest of his friends, you even had to reassure him that you weren't a hallucination of some kind. Once you had successfully convinced him you were real, he told you about all of the things that happened since you got sealed away.

During his spare time, he would teach you things so you were up to date. Whether it was modern words or modern foods, he'd teach you about it. He even had the traveler, who you learned was the one who helped you before, help you get some more modern looking clothes. Xiao's generosity brought a warm feeling to your chest, it made you feel at home. It made you feel like he was your family, a brother. In the midst of all the chaos, both interal and external, Xiao made you feel like you finally fit in. He made you feel like you belonged, and you'd be forever grateful because of it.

You and Xiao were currently getting rid of monsters in Liyue, when you stumbled across some travelers surrounded by hilichurls. You both fought them off, and realized the travelers were Aether and 2 others. You didn't recognize either of them, both of them looking like foreigners from a different nation. One had blonde hair, the other had hair that was a beautiful light blue.

"Xiao? (Name)? Where'd you two come from?" The travelers white haired companion asked. She could feel Aether's glare on her, most likely because she forgot to thank you both.

"We were getting rid of the monsters in the area and saw you guys surrounded." You explained and Xiao just nodded.

"Woah, are you two adepti?" The tall blonde asked. You nodded in response and put away your weapon as Xiao did the same.

"Seeing adepti in action is quite fascinating." The blue haired one spoke.

"Thank you." Was all you could manage. You weren't used to compliments, so you weren't sure how to respond. Xiao on the other hand, seemed unphased by it.

"Ack! We completely forgot to introduce you guys! Xiao, (Name), this is Thoma and Ayato. They're visiting from Inazuma. Thoma, Ayato, this is Xiao and (Name)." Paimon said.

"It's a pleasure to meet you!" The one who you learned was Thoma said.

"Indeed it is." Ayato said with a slight smirk, though it seemed like he always wore that.

"Likewise." You responded. For some reason, you couldn't help but feel drawn to the tall man named Ayato. It seemed that he felt this odd force too, because he hadn't stopped glancing at you since you met. Perhaps he's just that impressed by adepti? You didn't know, but it bothered you a lot more than you thought it would.

Xiao went off to fight more monsters, while you kept the group company as they traveled Liyue's rocky lands. Thoma seemed to be very fond of the animals he saw, always taking a chance to admire them. You sort of acted like a tour guide for the Inazuman pair, since you always answered their questions about the nation. Aether and Paimon seemed to be thankful for their break, both looking a bit more relaxed than usual.

The group decided to sit down and give their legs a break on the mountain by the harbor. You weren't at all tired, but decided to rest with them anyway. Ayato still wouldn't stop glancing at you, and it seemed like Aether was starting to notice it too. He gave you a questioning look, and all you did was shrug. Ayato's behavior was confusing the both of you.

The group eventually decided it was time to head to Liyue Harbor again. Despite you not wanting to, you did anyway. You really wanted a chance to ask Ayato why he had been acting so odd.

Once you guys made it, Ayato suggested eating out, his treat. You were about to refuse, but Paimon seemed to really want you there, so you went with them. You guys all ordered and ate, Paimon of course finishing before all of you could.

Aether and Thoma were talking about recipes and decided to walk to Wanmin restaurant to ask for tips. You and Ayato weren't finished, so they went on without you and promised to return soon. Now, you finally had a chance to ask Ayato about his behavior.

"I apologize if this sounds rude, but why have you been staring at me so much?" You asked in the nicest tone you could muster. Ayato stopped cutting his food and looked up at you, a smirk forming on his face.

"It's a simple explanation really. I find you attractive." He admitted bluntly as he went back to cutting his food. You felt unusually awkward and flustered by his confession. You weren't expecting such a straightforward answer, or that that was the answer.

"You...you what?" You asked in somewhat disbelief. Ayato finished swallowing his food before answering, looking you straight in the eye.

"I find you attractive. Is that a problem?" He asked. His tone remained the same, so you couldn't tell if he was serious or not.

"Well- no it's not a problem. I just can't tell if you're serious." You explained.

"Why would I joke about such a thing?" He asked, cutting up more of his food. All you did was shrug and poke around at your food. You felt embarrassed at the conversation, you didn't know what to do. You awkwardly continued to eat your food as you felt the tense air get lighter.

"I apologize if i've made you uncomfortable." Ayato said as he noticed your stiff movements.

"I'm not uncomfortable..." You said as you shoved some food into your mouth. Ayato didn't seem to believe you, but decided to keep quiet.

You both finished up your meals and Ayato paid for the bill. You thanked him before getting up to leave.

"You're leaving?" You heard Ayato ask.

"Aren't we done...?" The confusion in your voice made Ayato chuckle.

"I was hoping to talk to you more while we still had some privacy, but if you want to leave that's fine." He said as he got up, ready to leave too.

"What would you like to talk about?" You asked as you slowly sat down. Ayato smiled at your action and sat down too.

You and Ayato spoke for a while, surprisingly having much to talk about. You learned that he had a younger sister and was head of the Kamisato clan. You told him about your time being locked away, and how you've had to adjust to modern culture. He complimented your clothes, which made you feel shy.

Ayato was a kind and elegant man. His movements were graceful, and his voice was smooth. Everything about him was mesmerizing to you. All you wanted to do was get lost in the man, to be honest you weren't even entirely sure what that meant.

A chuckle from Ayato brought you out of your "trance". "Who's the one staring now?" He teased. You could feel yourself get embarrassed as you realized you had indeed been staring for a while. You mumbled an apology while he just laughed it off.

"There's no need to apologize. I guess it's only fair, hm?" He said as he sipped his drink. You didn't want to admit it, but you were very attracted to Ayato. It felt wrong to be attracted to someone else, especially a mortal. However, you couldn't help it. Although you acted like you were oblivious, it was obvious that he was trying to flirt with you. And you flirted back.

"We should probably go look for the others. They've been gone for a while." You said as you finally noticed how much time has passed. Ayato seemed to just barely notice too. He agreed and you both walked over to Wanmin restaurant.

Paimon was the first to see you both and waved you guys over.

"Sorry that we've been taking forever. Chef Mao here was explaining his recipes to me and they're a bit complicated. It's nothing I can't handle though! I could cook them for you and your sister my lord!" Thoma said excitedly. Ayato nodded, and smiled at Thoma's excitement.

"We're actually just finishing up. We'll be done in a few minutes." The traveler said.

"I should get going then. I'm sure Xiao is waiting for my return." You said as you waved them all goodbye. As you were about to teleport you heard Ayato call your name.

"Could we perhaps meet again?" He asked. Even though you knew it wouldn't be good to entertain your attraction to the mortal, you said yes. Ayato seemed to take up all of your attention, because you never noticed that someone was listening in.

Zhongli had accidentally heard everything. He was happy for you, happy that you had found someone to like. He silently wished for Ayato to be trustworthy unlike him, and that he would treat you right. Zhongli wanted nothing but the best for you, and hoped you were happy whether he was in your life or not. He wished he could say hi to you and catch up, but he knew that would be inappropriate. So, he just turned around and pretended like he heard and saw nothing.

Your relationship with Ayato developed into something more than friendship within the next year. Your worries about him being a mortal never ceased. Though, Ayato told you to not worry about it so much, and that he was going to be there with you forever. You knew such a thing wasn't possible, but it did make you feel a bit better. Perhaps there was a way you could make Ayato like you. Not an adeptus, but immortal in a way. Or maybe you could make yourself mortal. Xiao was heavily against both ideas, mostly the second because he didn't want to lose you. You reassured Xiao that you don't plan on being mortal anytime soon, and that there wasn't even a way to be one (that you knew of), so there was nothing to get worked up over.

Xiao wasn't exactly fond of your relationship with Ayato, but he pushed himself to accept it anyway. He saw how happy he made you, and he didn't want to ruin that. However, that didn't stop him from leaving comments on how Ayato acted. He'd nitpick everything the Inazuman did, honestly you and Ayato both found it amusing.

You were so happy you made it out of that seal. Yeah, you ran into some issues and heartbreak right after you got out of it, but you had a family now. You had a home, you had people to converse and hang out with. You were out in the beautiful world of Teyvat again, and you found someone who truly loved you. Everything seemed to be going right for you, it was almost too right. Too perfect for it to be real, for it to last.

You quickly shook away those negative thoughts as you zoned back in on your meal with Ayato. There was no need to worry when your lover was around. He made everything better, everything brighter.

You were so glad you found him, found everyone. You were so glad you were finally home.

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Wow that was...certainly something! Ayato being part of this wasn't exactly planned...I was originally just going to have the reader be on his own, but I wanted romance. No one from Liyue really seemed appropriate for the reader soo I had to pluck someone out of a different nation >:). (I also wanted to make it seem like reader has a type iykwim)

#genshin x male reader #genshin impact x male reader #zhongli x male reader #kamisato ayato x male reader #ayato x male reader

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katzu919 · 1 year

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hii! i was wondering if you could write something about the reader coming out as trans (ftm) to his older brother ayato <3

coming out as trans to your older brother ayato

(note- d/n means dead name (it’s used once))

You were nervous. I mean who wouldn’t be. You finally decided you would tell your brother Ayato, THE Yashiro Commissioner, you were trans. You took a deep breath before knocking on his bedroom door.

“Come in.” He replied to your knock. As you slid open the door he was currently sitting at his desk, always doing work. “oh D/N is something wrong?” You took another deep breath.

“I- uh… I need to tell you something.” You took another deep breath. Ayato looked up at you. Giving you his full attention. ‘Just get it over with.’ you told yourself. “I.. I’m not a girl.” Ayato doesn’t say anything so you continue. “I don’t feel like one… and I just feel like a boy and I-I know it might sound stupid or-or-“ Before you could continue Ayato brought you into a hug. You were so fixated on trying to justify yourself that you didn’t hear or notice him walk up to you.

“Shhh it’s okay.” He soothed. “You don’t have to justify what you’re feeling right now, Just breathe.” You took deep breath. “That’s better, now could you explain a little bit more for me?” You nodded.

“I feel like a boy.” You tell him. Gripping onto him like he is your last life line. “I know I’m a boy and I don’t want to be called D/N anymore. I really like the name… Y/N.” You exhale, feeling better getting it off your chest.

“Alright, would you like me to inform the rest of the commission about this?” He asks, pulling back a bit to look at your face. You shake your head.

“Maybe later.. I don’t know if i can handle that many people knowing.”

“That’s alright.” He smiles at you. “We’ll go at your pace Y/N.”

Ah i hope you like this :). As always sorry for any spelling mistakes

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x male reader #trans reader #ftm reader #ayato x brother reader #ayato x male reader #ayato x reader #kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x male reader #x reader #male reader #brother!reader #brother reader #younger brother reader

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randomhealer · 2 months

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ℬ𝓁𝓊ℯ 𝒲ℯ𝒷

warnings: Obsessive behaviors, yandere characters, GN reader, murder half described, not reviewed, Tumblr wasn't accepting my post since 3am so it changed it itself, theory for who owns the last sentence

♡₊˚ 🕸・₊✧

You don't know how lucky you are to have good friends...

Kamisato Ayato, your long time friend, with a calm and relaxed facade, your friend who helped you stop the bullies who were messing with you, honestly you were happy when all the torment ended but where did the boys who messed with you go? Ayato says they all got detention from school...

Kamisato ayato...for you, a kind, hard-working, intelligent boy. Kamisato ayato...a manipulator... a sweet friendship with every step forged and meticulously planned like a piece for a treat. whispers say that he is the owner of a powerful faction and that his influence extended far beyond the city limits, he was a shadow that no bad soul wanted to cross, two-face, having him as an enemy was worse than having the devil. ..such whispers that soon disappeared from the world soon after saying such rumors around...

Sunday... a boy from a very well-known and important family, exuded an air of elegance and sophistication that belied his true nature. You never thought you would catch the attention of someone so important, but here he is...always bumping into you and talking to you at school.

Little do you know, oh poor innocent soul falling into the web of two dangerous demons, the bright blue web calling you to fall and drown in your own innocence.

both finding themselves in a sick love for you, something silly for them...it's not obsession, it's love...pure love over an innocent and clean soul, both having knowledge of each other, knowing your every step, shadows you They spy on your house, every day both families have eyes for you. and he has eyes for his friends and family too...

From lavish gifts to whispered promises of eternal love, they've done everything to win the reader's heart without having to break their facade.

a chance. while you have your freedom, your sanity, your innocence and your legs intact... You can choose between them, the choice is yours, but remember any step you take has a big consequence... you are walking on glass here.

Ayato's hand squeezed yours a little, his smile that could have been genuine before disappeared just for a fraction of a second as he watched you exchange kindness with Sunday, his gaze meeting Sunday's who smiled gracefully as he held your hand a little. little more, he looked from beneath his eyelashes with a feeling of hatred, disgust and mockery at Ayato.

while looks mix with hatred and jealousy creating thoughts about killing the other between the two men and you are oblivious to everything as you mumble some things to Sunday, who looks at you with a smile and waves. Of course, he listens to your every word despite his thought being that only Ayato would disappear from his sight...

Cute moments, sure... Ayato sharing his drink with you, Ayato giving you a light kiss on the forehead for being able to do all his math homework, Sunday buying you expensive things, Sunday letting you play with his hair...

but you're not stuck with just two people, you have more friends and a free life to live...right? bad choice...

16/04... A body was discovered, this morning three people were found dead in a state of advanced decomposition...The victims were...

These weren't the guys who bullied you?

...26/04... a body was found today in a river in an abandoned park, a couple was walking when they saw a hand floating in the small lake...

This...wasn't this the guy you met a few weeks ago at the cafe? he had given you his number after he spilled coffee on you...

03/05... a body of a teenager was found today near the... ...the cause of death has not been found yet, but the body was dismembered and appeared to have signs of torture... we ask all citizens in the area to be careful and Don't go out late at night...

This... was the guy in the class next to yours who you were going to meet in a few days...

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You don't know what's going on...a serial killer on the loose...? or just a big coincidence of deaths? You're getting scared to even go home alone...

a sweet and familiar voice breaks your thoughts as you walk, you stop walking as you hear the footsteps reach you and a voice whisper sweetly "my dear...you shouldn't keep coming back alone, didn't you hear what's happening? let me accompany you to your home."

I've been trying to post this since 3 am and Tumblr won't let me??? I haven't even been to Penacony yet lol

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