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wesimpforxiao · 2 years

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The Qingxin (Genshin Oneshot)

The man that stood before you was nothing but a shadow of the person you once knew. Bright, almost flirtatious eyes were only a memory now. Instead, what stared back at you was a void darkness...no. There wasn’t even that. There was nothing.

“My love...” You instinctively reached out towards him, but he only stared right through you as blood trickled down your nose. “What has become of you?”

“You don’t know me,” he raised his lance with an edge to his voice as he suppressed any lingering familiarity that may seep out. “Not anymore.” The urge to collapse into your arms, to ask you to take his life as a mercy, was strong. He did no such thing, though. Instead, he found his feet moving with a mind of their own, and the grip on his weapon tightened.

A sigh of resignation escaped you once you sensed his resolution. “So be it.” Ice shot up from the ground to halt his advance, but he was already behind you. “I won’t make this easy for you. Not unless you tell me the reason you want me dead.”

The Primordial Jade cut through the air by your head sharper than a knife slices through butter. Ice encased it so he couldn’t retract. You spun on your heel to face him again. He may be a stranger now, but his movements were the one thing that never changed. The dash towards you was anticipated, and you dodged with ease.

Why was he doing this? Disappearing for so long only to return with a price on your head. What turned him? Why did he hate you? No--your eyes widened as you caught a glimpse of despair in his eyes. He seemed to have finally registered your presence. And though you’ve both acknowledged one another, he quickly shook those emotions away and attempted to strike again.

Your only moves were defense. You weren’t the fighting type; you were one of the most peaceful adepti to exist, only choosing to fight when there was the need to defend. You could barely manage to force yourself to harm anyone, but him? There was no question; you could never bring yourself to. Not under the most dire of circumstances. Not under the one that lay before you now.

“Please,” you tried to reach him again as ice met spear over and over. “My love, why? What have I done to hurt you so? Allow me to repent. You only need to tell me.”

Pain flashed in his eyes again; it was as bright as his hair was red. He became distracted as he fought his inner thoughts, his face drowning in despair as he managed to slash your skin. Your movements were getting slower; the lack of battles on your shoulders made you weak and intolerant of injuries. And just as you moved slower and slower, his attacks became harsher like he was imagining it was himself that he was fighting.

“Ngh!” A debilitating strike to your legs brought you to your knees. He stood before you now with blood--your blood--dripping off his quivering blade. His bright eyes were downcast; he couldn’t bear to look at what he’s done to you.

A heavy rain began to fall now as if the archons also knew your time has come to an end. You could easily use the storm to your advantage if you really wanted to. Some part of you did want to live. But what purpose did you have in the world if you could not complete it by his side?

“Please, my love”, you panted, allowing the cold of the rain chill you to the bone. “Alatus. Is this what you want?”

He grimaced, but he finally raised his eyes. “I...don’t. But I must.”

“The least you can do is tell me why.”

Fear clouded his expression at the thought of that certain someone watching from afar. “I can’t escape, Nuo. There’s no way out. I must do this. He’s watching.” He too dropped to his knees. “Could you ever forgive me?”

Hot tears competed with the rain that streamed down your face. “If this is what you truly want, then I will not stop you.” You opened your arms to him. “I love you more than the moon and Celestia and Teyvat combined. How could I not forgive you?”

It was his turn to let his guard drop and allow his heart to break at the sight of you. The love you so eagerly gave to him despite the pain he’s caused; you open the arms to the man that will kill you?

“I can’t hate you for it,” you assure him with a bittersweet smile. “Just...make it quick?”

The ringing in his ears got louder than the rain; he was growing impatient. ‘Prove your loyalty to me,’ he echoed over and over. “Nuo, I-” He gripped the spear yet again, but before he could continue, you threw yourself at him for the tightest embrace you could muster.

“If you must do this for reasons I can never fully understand, then so be it.” You only pulled away enough so you could press your forehead against his. “Even after I leave this body, I will never leave you,” your lips pressed against his for a moment. “My soul will arise and grow within the qingxin flowers until the day comes the world ceases to exist.” Another solemn kiss, and your hand rests atop his heart. “I’ll always be right here, too.”

A slow nod from him, and his shaky grip on his weapon readjusts for the final blow.

Your hand now cradles his cheek as a last moment of comfort. “I’ll never stop loving you, Alatus.”

“Neither will I, Nuo.”

“Look for me in the qingxin, yeah?” A final smile, as bright as you could muster under the circumstances, and you close your eyes so you won’t have to watch his heart break as his weapon strikes you.

“I’ll love you until the end of time,” he mumbled quietly, not knowing if you heard him before the obnoxious sound of the blade piercing your body interrupted the rain.

He held you until your dying breath; until the light of his life slowly faded into nothingness behind those beautiful eyes of yours; until your body grew cold in his arms.

............

Eons have passed, but he remembered your smile like it had just happened yesterday. Here he stood atop the mountains Juyean Karst; the bright clear sky attempting to wipe away the freezing memory of that dreadful day. He carefully sat down and overlooked the valleys and rivers, his arm coming to rest upon his leg. Finally, he mustered the courage to look down to his right at the bright white flower that was just beginning to bloom again in the same spot it’s been growing for eons.

“Hey, Nuo.”

#genshin #xiao genshin impact #alatus genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #xiao alatus #alatus xiao

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hrng-soupp · 2 years

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Powerful Yaksha

Cursed by the Karma he bears

Oh great Alatus

#genshin impact #genshin impact xiao #genshin impact alatus #general alatus #xiao genshin impact #alatus genshin impact #genshin haiku #haiku poem #haiku #soupp writes

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denimecho · 2 months

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Vigilant Yaksha (Coloured one of the Xiao from way back)

#genshin impact #genshin xiao #xiao #conqueror of demons #genshin #alatus #art

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moonbiit-arts · 9 days

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'Bane of All Evil'

happy birthday Xiao ♡♡♡

#魈生誕祭2024 #Xiao #genshin impact #genshin impact xiao #genshin #fanart #xiao day #hbd #birthday art #vigilant yaksha #alatus #adeptus xiao #bane of all evil #ily my main #main mans forever #rraAAAHHH #also his birthday message........#RAAAAAAHHHHH #conquerer of demons

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smolmilkyways · 10 months

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if you have time… 🪷

#my art #genshin impact #xiao #lumine #xiaolumi #alatus #genshin fanart #原神 #魈 #genshin xiao #i forgot to post it here #drew this for xiao’s bday!

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rene-darling · 5 months

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EXPLORING- him

In which you find yourself being able to closely touch and see your boyfriend's body..aka body hcs, and you examine their scars...im not sure if this is the original artist but I found the pic on scara.meowing insta

...Wanderer...xiao...kazuha...

Wanderer

The wanderer isn't one to let just anyone see his body,

Even thinking about being so vulnerable in front of someone leaves his head aching and sends a weird feeling up his spine

Letting someone see the scars he has obtained from throughout his life is something he won't ever agree to doing,

So if you wish to be able to see him, you'll have to find a roundabout way to do so,

Luckily for you, for the past few days, he's been complaining about back aches from being hunched over all day trying to complete his assignments from being a vahumana student

You offered a massage which after much pain and annoyance he agreed to.

After he agreed he turned around from you and took off his kimono, slipping it off with ease as he moved to remove the top half of his black body suit as well, cheeks slightly flushed as he was basically stripping in front of you.

He laid on his stomach starting forward, his usual snappy self is a bit quiet, it isn't every day he's laid bare in front of you for you to touch without engaging in promiscuous activities.

"hurry up what are you starin-" Suddenly the boy goes quiet as you run your hand down his spine, chuckling to yourself at his immediate quietness

Imprints of big circles are left on his back, most likely from the tubes that once connected him to his shouki no kami, large red indents are all that's left on his puppet body, and his back tenses once your fingers trace the circle following it's track.

Your fingers trace his skin where forgotten scars lay healed, scars mostly gained by cruel experiments at the hands of the doctor, his face sours when you touch them, constricting in...annoyance? Sadness? Or perhaps at the reminder of bad memories.

And when your hand traces up his spine to a strange purple symbol on the back of his neck, one that represents the electro symbol but not quite.

And as your hand touches it, it's as if a bolt of lightning is sent through his body, his hand immediately reacting to slap away your hand from it, quickly getting up and backing away from your touch his panicked eyes look into yours his breathing ragged for a moment before calming down

"I'm...im sorry" his voice comes out in a whisper, as if that's all he could manage..

Xiao

If you thought getting the wanderer to show himself to you was hard think again.

In no circumstance will he ever allow you to massage him just because his muscles feel sore

He's too proud as an Adeptus and as a Yaksha to allow that.

No matter how many long nights he's fought allowing himself relief in this form is out of the question.

It's not just his pride speaking though, he's far too selfless to allow himself rest.

Only when his karmic dept clings to him and dark miasma swirls in the air that surrounds him does he agree to allow you to touch him, albeit very reluctantly.

Only after being pushed to his physical limit does he allow you to touch his bare body, his bare body that he despises so much.

Your hands, which remain untainted by the dark miasma that surrounds him, untainted by the blood of thousands of innocents, he isn't deserving of your touch.

But he holds his tongue, letting your hands roam over his toned back without arguing, not so much as a pip is heard from the man,

He has a small frame, and an even smaller waist but the muscles he's trained from over a millennia are quite clear and pronounced

Your hands ghost over healed scars that he's long forgotten the stories too, claw marks which indicated a time his very flesh was punctured and bleeding.

Those scars he had gained admits battle, those roughly edged scars that you touched oh so very sweetly. He doesn't deserve this. In his mind he doesn't even deserve you but this especially.

He breathes deeply, it's okay, it's fine, he doesn't mind as you touch the scars he obtained during wartime, a time when he used to fight with his brothers and sisters

But his breath does hitch when you touch a scar that...even after thousands of years is stuck deep into his skin, a scar he received long before being rescued by Rex lapis.

His fists clenched as the memories flashed before his eyes,, the memories of him..his breathing increased almost to the point of him having a mini panic attack..

He only calmed himself once your hand moved away from there and to his arm as you traced the tattoo on it, gently tracing its edges as you reassured him that it would be alright.

Kazuha

Kazuha does not mind one bit if you want to see his body

He'll make a sly remark about your request of course

But he'll never deny nor say no to you

He doesn't have any insecurities regarding his body

He's confident in them and the scars he has obtained over the years of being a samurai

He'll raise an eyebrow at your request and give you a sly smile, yet when you explain your reasoning he'll smile gently and he chuckles nodding to your request set

Taking off his shirt for you and laying on his stomach, you can see his arms wrapped in bandages and some freshly obtained scars on his back are too.

Most though, are healed each one having a story behind it,

Whatever scar you trace he'll have the story behind it, from the smallest of cuts to the deepest of gashes he'll tell you, in depth how, where, and when he got it

Scars trace throughout his body down his arms that are wrapped in bandages, perhaps this day, he'll let you redo them for him,

Other than his scars his skin is soft and smooth, it's quite fair and he definitely has a tan line, his face is a bit darker than the rest of his body due to him always being out in the sun

He sometimes likes going into gruesome details about how he got a specific scar, but when you asked him about one he got on the day tomo was killed, he hesitates.

Going quiet for a moment, thinking deeply about what to say or tell, but unlike the other boys, he's more open with you and he'll tilt his head back as he recounts the story of that scar.

He won't tell you the whole story but...little by little he'll start mentioning little details here and there, leaving you some empty spots for you to figure out.

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wes-laye · 2 years

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Nothing like some almond tofu after almost getting stuck underground forever

#genshin #genshin impact #原神 #itto #arataki itto #xiao #yaksha #alatus #zhongli #钟离 #魈 #animated #animation #liyue #gif #wesart #almond tofu

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alatusprinz · 2 years

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cute things they do + how they show their love

featuring : aether , albedo , itto , diluc , gorou , kazuha , kaeya , heizou , tighnari , xiao

Aether unconsciously stares at you with heart in his eyes. He never knows he's staring, and even he did it's not like he can control it. After all, how could he not when you're this... mesmerizing? His gaze would make you feel so loved, treasured and god, he adores you more than anything. He's never felt this way before, not when he experienced the birth and demise of countless stars, not when he first happened to fall upon this curious world full of adventures he never explicitly asked for. But good heavens, was it all damn worth it since amongst all the frenzy, he met you. His honey eyes glistened with a swirling sense of comfort, delight and appreciation every time you graced his sight with your beauty.

Albedo becomes clueless, for once. He's been called genius, brilliant and all that meaningless adjectives before, sure. But Albedo has never felt this clueless about anything until the met you. The oh-so-wise alchemist has no idea what to do when he starts unconsciously searching for your figure every corner he turns, chasing your shadows in the corners of his dreams. Every whim, every thought is suddenly laced with your scent- hypnotizing, pulling him deeper into your sweet allure. He notices small things about you, how you prefer your tea/coffee in the daytime, how you stare up to the ceiling when you're trying to remember something, even have a guess on what mood you're in from how you walk into his alchemy camp, looking even more divine than the last time he saw you. He swears he feels like he's losing control over his composure, yet he didn't know what to do for once. Except falling in love hopelessly with you, of course. Little did he know, you were aware of his feelings. How could you not be when his normally stoic face softens and quite majestically glows with fondness and adore whenever he saw you?

Itto wishes to include you in everything he does. Now, basic things like Onikabuto-picking or Arataki gang "conferences" aside, Itto wants to make you feel welcomed, included, most importantly wanted in everything his life has to offer. Your presence is enough to make this man happy, he would happily agree + confidently declare that bring the moon to you if that's what you desire. Even in mundane things in life like walking with you to your workplace in the morning or helping you pick out what clothes to wear today, Itto wants both himself and you to get used to being in each other's life. After all no matter what anyone says, he'll stay forever with you if you'd like. Forever and even longer, his "buddy, comrade, partner" and ... "only-his-dude"- as he called you.

Diluc's love is... surprisingly cute and respectful. Devotion, loyalty and commitment is to be expected to the highest spectrum and beyond, of course. But you may have underestimated how utterly lovably this man would behave when he's in love. He may struggle with verbal expression in romance, but he made his love crystal clear with how he prepares the tea just like how you like it ( to perfection ) every morning with utmost concentration and effort. His love is evident in the way he never lets go of your hand even when the crowd isn't that large because "you may get separated", thumb tenderly caressing the back of your hand. His love is heartwarming when he listens to everything you have to say and hold you in higher regard against anyone and everything. His uttermost respect, admiration and love directed to you would make you feel on the top of the world.

Gorou may act all tough and mighty around his troops for the sake of his heavy title "general", but when you tickle his heartstrings so playfully and lovingly, he turns into the cutest doggy you may ever see. Not to mention he has absolutely no control over how his ears perk up and tail wagging uncontrollably, and he wants attention so much to the point he's embarrassed about his neediness. His pride is high, but his need for you is much higher and it's evident from the way he can't help but cling onto you from the moment you come home, slightly whining if you don't give him headpats and kisses on his cheek as you always do. He wraps his tail around you protectively, leaning into your neck and tickling you with his fluffy ears. He may not say directly but every time you cuddle, you couldn't help but adore the needy look in his eyes, pushing his tail closer to you to make you cuddle his tail as well.

Kazuha ever the poet, just can't stay for one minute without complimenting or admiring you. For better or for worse you couldn't tell, he meant every single word no matter how exaggerated his compliments were. He meant them to the core. You could simply be enjoying the fragrant aroma of the afternoon tea he brought for you in peaceful silence, until he breaks it with his honey-laced voice full of admiration- "You look more beautiful than any goddess that have walked this world, my dove." It never fails to catch you off guard with his extravagant and frankly a-bit-too-cheesy compliments, and he is unfortunately very-acutely-aware from how his pretty scarlet eyes flash with mischievous satisfaction when he sees the slightest bit embarrassment show on your features no matter how you try to hide it. "I cannot imagine ever being happier than this moment with you, my beloved." "Your beauty puts the sun and stars to shame, love." P.s: If you decide one day to fire back with another equally-cheesy compliment about him, you may discover the wandering samurai a lot quieter, stumbling over his words with a lot-rosier cheeks than you remembered him having.

Kaeya is vulnerable around you. Scratch that, he allows himself to be vulnerable around you. This speaks so much volumes from who he truly is inside in comparison to his oh-so-mighty facade he keeps in his daily life. Kaeya prides himself on his sharp intuition and this fated encounter with you confirmed his accuracy further. You may suspect him for charming you like he always did when he mentioned how he "just knew you were the one immediately when he laid his eyes on your heavenly figure."- his words not yours. But in the end, you knew he was speaking the truth from how his gaze found yours with the mellow look you were familiar with, holding onto your hands with a featherlight grip like the one he held on your heart. He never lied to you, didn't hide his identity nor his purpose to you. He trusted you more than himself or anything else. Kaeya was no fool, he knew the dangers of sharing his truth. But he trusted his intuition and insight on this one- to trust you. Plus, you would stand against the world with him if need be, what more would Kaeya desire? The confident cavalry captain that everyone knows- he melts away in your presence, instead turning into a simple guy hopelessly in love, willing to spend every moment possible with you as long as heavens allow it. Nevermind, as long as you allowed him to. He wouldn't let even the heavens stand between the two of you for as long as you desired him the way he did for you.

Heizou's cheerfulness skyrockets from the moment you accepted his confession, if it was even possible. He was already happy-go-lucky to the point it was problematic to his surroundings- you might feel a bit remorse for others in his presence thanks to you fueling his fire. He sings at the top of his lungs whenever he hears love songs with absolutely no regards to where you two were, he would randomly hug and shower you with kisses on your cheek, forehead and nose even in front of that Tengu general from his workplace. He shows you off to everyone, and on top of that he can't keep his hands to himself even if it would cost him his life. He can't help it, he wants to be close to you! He loves holding you against him, hugging you tightly until both of you are almost out of breath and giggling uncontrollably. He pulls the adorably annoying "password?" when you're in bed cuddling and want to go somewhere, not letting you out of his embrace if you don't magically guess whatever password he's thinking of. On top of that he makes you guess the password by making it to a riddle on spot, so good luck with that. Whenever he happens to pass by a flower market, he'd pick one flower to "represent your beauty" for the day, making you scoff and accept his cute gift with a smile on your face. Despite his aloof behavior, it doesn't take much to notice that he's thinking of you every moment of the day and shows it to you through his various ways including but not exclusive to: physical touch and cute gifts.

Tighnari is well... a fox. That is to say, his sneakiness grows each moment he spends with you. He'd fill your daily life with traces of him so you are reminded of him and as reminder that he missed you dearly when he's away. He giggled to himself in endearment when he imagined you pouting slightly at his absence of presence, then a warm smile blooming on your face when you find that plate of berries he picked for you with a "good morning, dear. have a nice day, love you. -tg." note next to it. He "accidentally" leaves his sweater in your room when he's away for a particularly long time due to forest research so you'd have it to cuddle when you get lonely. You'd hug that sweater when you miss his again the next day, looking at that small pot of flower he brought for you on your birthday. And finally on the day he was to return home, you'd greet him wearing that sweater. It was an "accident", all of it- he told you with a sneaky smirk (even though he imagined you greeting him like this the entire trip but you didn't need to know that.). Alas, both of you knew that it was just one of his sneaky tricks to keep him in your mind as much as possible while soothing your sadness in the too-quiet serene nights he unfortunately made you spend alone. His plan ends by making you forget your lonely nights completely when you finally find home in between his arms. What sneaky tricks would he try tomorrow? I guess you'll find out soon enough.

Xiao makes promises to you. He knew some mortals may break promises but to Alatus, he makes promises he knows he will keep. He lives to honor his oath, whatever he may have vowed to you he will be sure to keep. It brought so much comfort to you when he made his first ever promise to you under the subtle glimmer of the night sky- "I'll stay by your side." Before Xiao has ever said he loved you, he's promised... himself to you, that he'd remain by you. For someone like him who holds the weight of verbal momentous oaths in respect beyond imagination, it was often what you needed when he gazed into your eyes with certainty and provided solace to your state of mind with his words. You laced your fingers with his, slightly tilting your head and smiled at him comfortingly when he seemed like he wanted to say something- your way of showing him that you're listening to whatever he had to say. With your accepting gesture, he relaxed and to your surprise, made another promise. One you'd never forget- "I love you." Your eyes slightly widened at his declaration. He tightened his grip on your hands and pulled you closer to him, faces barely an inch away from one another. Slowly, he placed your one hand on his shoulder and wrapped his free hand around your waist, still embracing your body in his warmth. "...Please stay with me." Xiao's expression was complex, millions of emotions flooding his senses. He'd never been like this before, and he was certain he never would with anyone else. Slight frustration also clouded his mind, he had so, so much more he wanted to say to you but failed to properly convey in words. Fondly beaming at your vigilant yaksha, you glanced into his eyes, glowing with nothing but devotion and faithfulness for you. You weren't sure if he was aware, but his gaze silently promised you one more- eternal love- lovers' oath. You smiled and nodded your head, caressing his neck gently. "You know, after such lovers' oath, us mortals seal the vow with a physical-." Xiao wasted no time and pressed his lips onto yours, making you sigh into the passionate kiss. With how he held your body close, lips moving in perfect sync, you two were reminded once again that your love was written in the stars, simply meant to be.

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tb3ih · 1 year

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SWIMMING LESSONS. xiao.

a/n: this is a LITTLE spicy, but i promise it's good *prays silently*

classmate!xiao who's only mysterious because no one's ever seen him wear anything other than a scowl or that black iron chain that dangles against sculpted collarbones which peek out from his slightly unbuttoned uniform shirt.

classmate!xiao who despite having dozed off for the majority of the lecture, will always be the first to turn in his test and walk right out of class without so much as a second glance because the teacher allows self-dismissal after exams and he'd rather be underwater than in a classroom.

classmate!xiao who you will rarely ever see speaking to someone other than when called on by the teacher or summoned by his swimming coach, but for some reason, a pair of amber eyes seems to have followed you to your seat in front of him after your introduction to the class.

classmate!xiao who's eyebrow has lifted when you exchange a small greeting to him before settling into the desk in front of him, offering a small "hm" in reply and drawing the attention of nearly everyone in the room.

classmate!xiao who observes you quietly while you take detailed notes of the lecture, not once sparing you an opportunity to catch him watching the way you bite the inside of your cheek when deep in thought about an equation or hypothesis.

classmate!xiao who sighs quietly and moves to gracefully pick up the pen you didn't realize you had dropped yet, setting it on your desk unnoticeably before continuing up to the teacher's desk to turn in his work.

classmate!xiao who wordlessly continues his work when you turn to observe his own solution process to a particularly difficult problem on the board, everyone else in the class watching speechlessly as you're completely oblivious to his correction of one of your formulas when you look through your notebook again for the topic.

classmate!xiao who now hums lowly in reply to your greetings in the morning and nods almost imperceptibly at your farewells in the afternoon.

classmate!xiao whose voice is stern but gentle after poking your forehead with the eraser part of his pencil when he catches an error in your solution, telling you softly to redo it again.

classmate!xiao who rests his chin on his palm while you work on your assignment on your now-conjoined desks, never letting his gaze waver even the slightest bit of a clue when you smile excitedly at finishing or solving something.

classmate!xiao who's slowed his stride just the slightest (he tells himself he wants to pay more attention to the street signs as he walks home) and suddenly you're catching him at the school gates and riding the train together.

classmate!xiao who doesn't hesitate to pull you gently to his chest when the train car is especially crowded, resting his chin just lightly enough on your head to have you blushing the whole way because he's a swimmer and his chest is very solid .

classmate!xiao who doesn't disturb you when you accidentally doze off in class during exam season, eyes narrowing menacingly at anyone who dares approach your desk.

classmate!xiao whose eyes are unreadable when you open your front door to find him standing there soaked by the storm, carrying a small thermos of soup because you had texted you wouldn't be attending class due to illness.

classmate!xiao who doesn't realize you're awake when he calls you beautiful watching you rest your head on his lap on the couch, the static background noise of the tv supposedly having lulled you to sleep.

classmate!xiao whose beautiful, golden eyes widen just in the slightest when you call his name just as he's about to leave your home, your expression a little panicked when he catches from having run from the living room.

classmate!xiao whose voice is barely audible when he says your name, watching as your fingers reach up to hook around his goddamn black iron chain, forcing him to lower his head just slightly.

classmate!xiao who's breathless when your lips ghost his, voice exasperated when you tell him how much he frustrates you sometimes.

classmate!xiao who's expression is confused, one of his hands gentle against your cheek when you try to explain to him how inconsiderate it was of him to tell you that and then leave.

classmate!xiao whose amused laugh has you blushing furiously, halting your rambling (dear archons, he's beautiful, you think).

classmate!xiao whose irises are mischievous and taunting when they just barely meet yours to ask you if you're going to kiss him yet.

classmate!xiao who's smirking against your lips when you realize you actually forgot to breathe and have to pull away to take collect yourself, hitting him lightly on the chest when you see that he doesn't appear to be fazed at all (you forget his sport involves long moments underwater).

and it's classmate!xiao who's now got your legs wrapped around his waist as he carries you back upstairs to show you what it really feels like to be breathless.

part 2 !

#xx tb3ih #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact smut #genshin fluff #genshin smut #xiao #xiao fluff #xiao smut #xiao x reader #genshin x reader #xiao x you #xiao x y/n #gender neutral reader #genshin impact xiao #xiao genshin impact #alatus xiao #adeptus xiao

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amaiaqt · 9 months

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤミㅤlove me, or deal with itㅤ⋆ ｡˚ㅤ♡ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤdo they beg for what they want or do they piss you off until ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyou give in ? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤxiao, heizou, kazuha, venti, wanderer !

"anonymous order; ...puppy eyes or cat eyes from your prompt list with 5wirl ? — message cut."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤone of my favorite prompts, so had to do it first ! ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthank you and please enjoy, xoxo ♡

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤalatus xiao ! ㅤ

while xiao has many behaviors comparable to that of a cat, whenever it comes to something he wants, he gives you the puppy eyes. — and the funny thing is, he doesn't even realize he does them.

"xiao ? do you need something ?" you turned to the male standing a few feet away from you, by the door of the room which he just closed behind him. to you, he looked fidgety, like he did indeed need something. but to him, he — archons he can't even deny it himself, he does need something.

he needed your attention, your affection, come on that's not too much to ask, right ? he's been venturing away from the inn more frequently due to the random increase of monsters in the area that he takes upon himself to wipe out, and whenever he returns it's always clashing with your own schedule, be it you'd be in the middle of a long discussion with the innkeeper, or you'd be sound asleep in your shared room.

the poor thing has been deprived of your attention for some time now, so it wouldn't be too much to ask for your time, right ?

"uhm . . ." he just couldn't seem to get it out. his fingers wrinkled the fabric of his sleeve as you moved your chair to more easily face him. "take your time now, xiao. would you like to come here ?" you beckoned him over to you, to which he quickly accepted, walking over to you and standing right in front of you. you wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling him in and hugging him as you looked up against his chest, waiting for him to continue.

he knew you were trying to encourage him, but please, this is only making him even shyer.

"i just wanted your . . attention." your eyes lit up when he finished, looking up at him with surprise. "attention ?" you sat up, your arms still around him as xiao's eyes darted around the room in embarrassment. "mhm . . please." his voice was rather hushed, but when his golden eyes met yours, you saw that he was pleading, for you to give him what he wanted. and who would deny that ?

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤshikanoin heizou !ㅤ

heizou, heizou is a menace, take that as you will. he will get what he wants from you, much like a sassy yet playful cat waking you up early in the morning for you to feed it. absolute cat eyes behavior.

being a detective, he knows all the right methods to get his way, to obtain what he wants and needs. and he definitely takes advantage of that when it comes to craving your love.

"baby ~ please, don't ignore me ~" his hands are wrapped around your waist, his head in the crook of your neck, and he was acting like a child. "babe, just a few minutes, promise." you tried to reassure him, but those few minutes, to the detective, are being wasted !

because really, you're prioritizing soup over him ?! well - okay, it is dinner for the two of you, he loves your cooking, so he should watch his mouth, but come on ! he's been drowning in cases as a detective, when he would much rather be drowning in your affection.

"just a kiss ? just a kiss, please ~ ?" he won't be satisfied with just a kiss, but he swears it'll be enough to shut him up for a whole minute ! "promise, when i finish, you'll get more than one kiss, okay ?" you attempted to persuade him, and it was tempting. but you're just trying to shoo him away ! detective shikanoin heizou will not be shooed away ! but then again, more than one kiss ? he'll have to contemplate his choices here . .

"oh fine, i'll sit right here then." he says, and proceeds to sit on the counter where you were working. you shot him a 'what the hell are you doing ?' type glare, only for him to give you the teasing eyes of a cat urging you to pet it. oh, the urge to shove him off is strong. but you endure it because he is damned pretty, and you can't do much against a pretty man basically begging for your attention.

"are you done now ?" "almost, just plating." you scooped some rice into two separate bowls and served with soup too. "now ?" "not yet." your eyes examined the counter in search for the jar of pepper. "have you seen the pepper ?" "right here." he raised his hand up, revealing the jar of seasoning you were looking for, only to raise it higher and out of your reach when you moved to take it. "babe, give it." you tugged on his shirt as he pouted, "kiss me for it." "babe." "kiss, kiss." he was puckering his lips out for you now, like the needy partner he is. "oh my archons." and despite you rolling your eyes at him, you did give in and kissed him, but, only on the cheek. and when he made a gasp of surprise, you took the opportunity to grab the jar of pepper.

"he - hey ! that was so cheating !" "you'll get kisses later, eat first."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤkaedehara kazuha !ㅤ

he's the type to say please everytime he kisses you, what do you expect ? those puppy eyes are irresistible. don't even make him wait, just give him what he wants, he deserves it anyway.

"my dear ?" you perked up from your place on the comfortable, cold, wooden bench, forgetting about the book you were just reading as kazuha stood in front of you. "dearest ! take a seat, did you need something ?" you sat up, making room on the bench for him to sit, which he gladly did. "i just wanted to spend the rest of this afternoon with you. besides, the wind is gentle on the sails today." he gazed at the waters that the alcor was currently on. the ship was temporarily stopped near a small village on the outskirts of liyue for the crew to rest.

"it certainly is." your eyes followed his, watching the way the light from the sun danced on the surface of the waves. it mesmerized you, and kazuha won't deny that it was a beautiful scenery. "it sure is a beautiful scenery." "undeniably so," you nodded your head in agreement, still watching the waves — though, you seemed to miss the fact that the 'beautiful scenery' that kazuha was referring to, was actually you. while he can't deny that the waves looked especially mesmerizing today, your beauty would rival it if he does say so himself.

"[name] ?" only when kazuha called your name did you turn back to meet his cherry eyes. you shifted to sit closer to him as you hummed for him to continue. "would i be . . would i be selfish to ask that you give me your undivided attention, even for just this hour ?" he managed to finish, his eyes trained on the thick wooden planks of the alcor, missing the way your cheeks heated up. "no, i don't think you'd be selfish. you are my boyfriend after all, but why do you ask so suddenly ?" "it's silly, just that we've both been busy." he moved to lay his head on your lap, which you wordlessly accepted. "i was feeling deprived of your time."

at his confession, who were you to judge him ? you looked down at him and cupped his face with one hand, brushing through his hair with the other.

"then, let me make it up to you, hm ?" you started to pepper his face with kisses. and as he was about to meet your lips, a familiar voice cleared her throat in front of you two, causing you both to shoot up.

"for the sake of the rest of the crew, get a room you two." beidou teased.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤventi !ㅤ

the way this man would shamelessly beg for you attention, puppy eyes are certain.

"sweetheart, darling, love of my life, my dandelion, my sweet—" venti's long recital of his pestering list of cheesy but sweet nicknames was cut off when you softly slapped a hand over his mouth, only for him to lick your palm like a child. "ack - venti !" "pay attention to me !"

his methods of catching your attention was growing rather embarrassing, especially in public. here you were, trying to maintain a serious conversation with charles, the bartender at angel's share, only for your boyfriend to waltz in and do all of this.

"you have an interesting choice in . . suitors." charles commented, shooting you a sympathetic look as you sighed, opting to squeeze venti's face in your chest to shush him for a few seconds. "he's like this when he's needy, which is most of the time." "my only hope is that he treats you well." "hey !"

eventually, you gave up and dragged venti out of the tavern with you, choosing to save some of your dignity for the night. for your boyfriend, you don't know if being a popular bard makes it so that his dignity is immune to it, or makes it so that it was all gone long ago.

"are you mad ?" "not really, just embarrassed." "well if you weren't ignoring me maybe i wouldn't have caused such a fuss." you rolled your eyes and smiled at your boyfriend's childish defense. "i know, i know." your hands were intertwined as you kept walking back to your shared apartment.

"will you pay attention to me now ?" you pulled venti close and landed a brief kiss on his lips, only to continue walking with your hands intertwined. "will that be enough until we get home ?"

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ｡ﾟ ⊹ㅤwanderer !ㅤ

cat eyes, hissing, biting. sometimes he reminds you more of a cat than an actual boyfriend. but, oh well.

"don't ignore me." "love, i'm not ignoring you." "yes you are." "no, i'm not." "yes you are."

your boyfriend shot you a glare from his place on your bed, across the room. he watched as you continued to read a book on your desk, irking him that you weren't next to him instead. "you're ignoring me." he spoke again, earning a sigh from you. "no i'm not." "then why are you so far away ?" he retaliated, leaning up on his elbow and resting his chin on his palm, the other hand gripping your pillow next to him. "i can't read on the bed, kuni." "why not ?" "i don't like reading while laying down." he huffed. "you can sit on the bed, you just don't want to be next to me." he pointed at your back accusingly, pouting like an ignored child.

finally, this caused you to turn to face him, the most puzzled stare on your features. "now where'd you get that ?" "you're sitting so far away, when you could sit here instead." he closed his eyes, facing the ceiling instead.

now that you've finally turned to him, he chooses to face the ceiling ?!

"come on, kuni. i'm not ignoring you." "hmph !" what the hell are you supposed to do with this man ?

you let out a loud sigh, closing your book and setting it on the side of your desk. finally getting up to move over to him. "kuni ~" oh that's not fair, don't say his name like that. he rolled over to his side and faced the wall as the bed shifted slightly when you finally sat next to him. "kuni ~" your arm snaked around his torso as you leaned over him, waiting for him to look at you. at this, the man started to glare at the wall, growing stiff in his place.

you sighed, opting to pulling him down and sitting on top of him, which finally, finally worked for him to look at you. your hands rested on his chest as you looked down at him triumphantly.

"now am i ignoring you ?" "what the - don't you sit on me !" you shushed him with a kiss to the lips. "now am i ignoring you ?"

he scoffed shyly, "no - no. no you're not."

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ© amaiaqt, 2023 ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤdo not plagiarize !

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xavestory · 2 years

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The ultimate sacrifice.

from my Twitter.

#xiao #genshin impact #genshin #genshin fanart #genshin impact fanart #bosacius #menogias #indarias #bonanus #alatus #yaksha #perilous trail #xaveart #my art #illustration #the yaksha's final moments #literally #my heart beats for these 5 #they deserve better

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ashinaisshin · 2 years

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就应你说的吧。从今往后，天下英雄永不陌路。 I accept your advice. From this day on, heroes will always look out for each other.

#genshinedit #genshinet #dailygaming #gamingedit #genshin impact #xiao #bosacius #edit:all #edit:gfx #kinda awkward to write alatus twice but that'll have to do for now #(mhy tell me u will give an explanation in the future!!!)

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poko-no-spoko · 1 year

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Got some more silly doodles waiting in the closet to get posted but for now have some Xiao sketches 🙆🏻‍♀️ The epilogue made me want to draw all the characters and expressions so much ahaha especially him (...and if I had more time there would be so much more—)

Also big thanks to everyone for the awesome reception of my silly lil drawings :’D Seeing all the reactions made this week a blast and I didn’t suspect it all!! ❤️

#he was really struggling just to eat some tofu #genshin impact #genshin fanart #lantern rite #xiao #alatus #sketch #3.4 lantern rite

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asherheed · 3 months

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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ secret little rendezvous / xiao x gn!reader, 4.4 lantern rite spoilers!

xiao waits for you by the cliff nearby pervases's temple.

the night is cool against his skin and as he gazes at the sky, watching the bright glow of xiao lanterns and the stars, he pictures your existence and smiles at the thought of your likeness to the ones littering the night.

he wonders for a moment, if you weren't going to show up. his pessimism almost always gets the best of him, and despite the evening merriment, even his demons refuse to rest.

eyes closing as the wind caresses his face, he feels the darkness inside him creep at the corners of his mind, seeking to cease the fluttering of his heart at the thought of you.

give in, the chorus of evil voices whisper in his ear. give in and be free.

and he almost does, if not for the sound of barbatos's flute; almost does, if not for the memory of a fond dream where he can dance without guilt amid a sea of flowers.

give in, they hum, but xiao refuses to. not when he feels your presence nearby. not when you smile at him like that and he feels his chest tighten at the sight, his lips curving softly in return.

he glances at you, illuminated by the soft, orange glow of the lantern, and forgets to breathe. his fingers brush against your skin while you both hold it and warmth travels across his body, his fingers tingling at the touch.

when you both let go of the lantern, the weight on his shoulders disappears and his mind quiets as his eyes follow the lantern flying up towards the clouds.

even though he will never be free of his shackles, this moment will eternally be embedded in his memories. the gentleness of your touch, the kindness of your smile, and your presence that makes him feel worthy of being treated tenderly, xiao vows to cherish them.

no matter what.

#i love him your honor #how can they do this to me #just went one level deeper being in love with him #xiao x reader #xiao x you #genshin impact #genshin imagines #xiao #genshin #lantern rite #lantern rite 4.4 #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #alatus x reader #alatus #xiao x y/n #ashe.writing

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dxstopiaa · 11 months

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Impetous Injuries

Synopsis: Caring for an irresponsibly injured man was not on your plan for today, so why was he at your door?

Characters: Morax, Xiao, Childe and Scaramouche x Fem! Reader!

Warnings: Zhongli as an archon and Scaramouche as fatui again, Childe’s part has angst/comfort. description of injuries and trauma. ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ [i needed to post something sfw and clear my drafts! <3]

Morax

It wasn’t every day that you’d hear the hasty pummel of closed fists against your front door and even rarer was it to witness one of the Seven requesting for your help— a meagre goddess who tried to live a tranquil, joyous life to the best of her ability.

“I fear i may of overestimated myself, dear.” Morax’s throaty voice could be made out from behind the door, notably lower in volume. Neither was this the first time, yet something felt different than usual. Of course, the archaic god was prone to injury in battle, but upon opening the door, he was more maimed than you had thought.

Brunette strands of hair plastered to his chest and forehead—covered in elemental ichor and sweat. His limbs were littered in a spectrum of wounds, bruises and incisions alike. His robes of ivory reduced to scraps of crimson-dyed fabric, blood from who knows where drenched his torso.

In short, you were responsible for an Archon who had gotten himself too deep into bloodlust. As always. Your lips pressed together before you let out a displeased hum. You just wished he would of cared for himself better.

“Morax…are you even aware of the severity of your injuries? Thank Celestia no one had attacked you on the way here!” You scolded, arms crossed as an attempt to look irked enough for the irresponsible man to come to his long-lost senses.

Though to him, you just looked adorable, he had always been fond of your gentle heart in the midst of a war. Therefore, Rex Lapis knew you valued him too much to leave him isolated in the dangerous depths of the night, entering your abode and placing a bloodstained hand on your pretty face. You didn’t grimace from his touch.

“I’m truly sorry, but you’re the only one i can trust with healing, my goddess.” You felt your knees buckle at the endearment, rather embarrassed that such a high-status being was addressing you as superior. He just never learns, does he?

“Please stop the flattery, my Lord. Instead, follow me so i can actually treat you.” Another exasperated sigh from your lips, you gently held his finger and guided him to the steaming bath, collecting all relevant tonics and herbs in your store room and returning back to the wounded god.

Your heart lept in your chest seeing this he was, quite literally, already fully undressed. Oh, so shamelessness was another quality he lacked? It most certainly didn’t help that he could barely even fit his tall frame into the jade tub, glowing aureate arms casually resting on the outskirts of the container. You felt your mind begin to wander as did your trail of vision.

“Ah, my injuries are starting to sting slightly—Hm? What has you so timid?” Morax’s tone felt unfamiliar to you, seeing the God of contracts so relaxed might of stunned you beyond repair. You dismissed yourself, dampening a medicated towel and wiping it gently over his chiseled chest—as calmly as one could in such a predicament.

Grunts and groans followed with some obscenities of his at the stinging serums painted your cheeks scarlet. Genuine or not, you didn’t think you could hold your composure for another minute. Even worse— the youthful archon wouldn’t remove his piercing critical gaze from your face, analysing every single movement in your expression.

“Admire me and my lips all you’d like afterwards, but i’m in a dire condition at the moment, dearest.”

“It’s not like that, Morax! Halt such talk and stay quiet whilst i treat you! Please!”

Xiao

Stubborn.

The quality that the Yaksha had always been described as. Especially by you. Yet he never listened to your pleads to let you help him.

Xiao hesitantly loitered around the door to your estate, a gloved hand lingering on the doorknob for longer than it should have. He’s been doubting his feelings of just ‘friendship’. He’s seen human couples— so loving and expressive it squeezes his heart in a manner so painful, you deserved better than a man who didn’t even think to enter your home, so he discarded his thought.

Especially one who would turn up with blood around his clothes, a deep wound on his side too.

Just as he contemplated leaving, the wooden barrier inched open. You held a miniature basket, a lengthy list in the other. Xiao was keen to disappear at that moment. Despite this, you were quick to drop them both to encase the adeptus in a tight embrace.

“Xiao!” An excited exclamation from you as you rested your cheek against his shoulder. Had you noticed his injuries at all, or was it pure blinded excitement to greet him? Crimson still trickled down his abdomen, but you had wrapped your arms around his waist.

A surge of pain and discomfort flashed through his body— he couldn’t stop the loud gasp he let out when your arm grazed his injury.

“Agh!” Xiao cried out, causing you to recoil back into place upright upon the doorstep. Your delicate features morphed into a state of horror whilst he stumbled back. Your sleeves were coated with vermillion fluid, eyes fluttering to the yaksha’s expression and back to your stained clothing.

“This isn’t anything major, i’ll leave myself to treat it—” You barely let the usually vigilant adeptus finish his sentence before grabbing his wrist and pulling him close gently, barricading him from vanishing into a flurry of karmic debt.

“No. I can’t let you go until you’ve recovered well, you can barely walk upright Xiao!” You smoothed your thumb over his cheek tenderly, distracting him that you were, in fact, taking him inside into the safety of your abode.

The adeptus’ face was warm— tentatively watching your own lips so close to his. Your kindness was irreplaceable, your heart was too soft for his liking, but he’s never once felt unwelcome in your presence. Xiao had witnesses the false sympathy humans showed off towards him, yet you’ll always be willing to listen.

Now you’re treating his wounds? Why are you doing this?

“I’m running out of my medicine, i’ll visit Bubu Pharmacy later, just have these now, please?” You offered, suddenly noticing the flush over his cheeks. Maybe he has a fever too? He accepted the concoction of herbs, hesitantly consuming the mixture. Xiao, having noticed your obvious staring at his chest, shifted around in his seat.

“Xiao…?” Archons, he just looked so anxious it’s endearing, you’d hate to push him from his comfort zone but he hasn’t got much of a choice.

“Yes?”

“You’re going to have to…remove your shirt—” You meekly stated, ashamedly hanging your head down at your lap as he cleared his throat numerous times. That just sounded so disrespectful! What if he took it the wrong way? You resided within the embarrassing realm of overthinking.

“As you wish, but be quick, i’d rather not have you ogling me.”

“I do not!”

Childe

Two in the morning.

That was the time your beloved decided to show up— weak, timid thumps of his open palm across the wooden barrier. Childe knew he had already messed up, clenching his jaw with anxious anticipation. What would you say? Yesterday, tired tears flowed down your cheeks. It hurt him to leave his care in your hands rather than his own. Would you do anything at all? Would you leave him lonely in the cold?

The harbinger’s questions were answered for him. Your body slumped over, distress tugged at your eyebrows. You stared at every injured limb of his.

Merciless splotches of the infamous crimson liquid matched his scarf, ripped and loosely tied against his thigh. A tourniquet, ideal for hiding the severity of the injury below it. His bruised skin was as lifeless as the pale snow cascading to the floor, where his eyes stayed put. A classic snezhnayan man fitting right into his war-strife homeland. If it wasn’t his own blood, it was the metallic scent of other’s. The unpleasant smell was overpowering, that migraine of yours worsening and nausea invading your stomach.

You remained blank and wordless, firmly securing one of his least injured arms over your shoulders and guiding him to the armchair. Childe hated seeing you like this— yet he never changed his ways. He didn’t know what hurt more, the pre-assembled medical kit laying on the side cabinet, or the two cold dishes set upon the dining table that went uneaten from hours ago. He messed up, for sure.

“Darling…Please, say something.” Tartaglia breathily beseeched, clasping a wounded hand over yours. You shook him off. You yourself didn’t know what you were feeling. Shock? Well, this was the third time this week, so no. Hurt? Something deeper than that.

“Say what? Childe, you just never learn!” Your sudden outburst made him flinch, and your heart panged with guilt—yet it was never strong enough to overcome your fury.

“Two days ago you arrived with major burns, the next with a broken wrist and today barely making it alive? Tomorrow will you even come back to me? Or will your coworkers deliver me your death instead?” Your tears swelled up in your eyes, distracting him from you by pressing the antiseptic towel against his stab wounds.

Childe hissed, unsure if the sting was from your harsh words or from the medication. His heart felt as if someone had squeezed it tight, the truth pained him to hear, especially from his wife’s mouth. He had kept you up for so long, losing your rest and throwing you into an abyss of constant worry. He deserved it. How could he ignore you?

“Love, i’m so sorry, i beg you, you can do anything to me. Ignore me, hate me or punish me for all i care, just don’t leave me alone…please.” His cerulean eyes held no lies, staring into your distant ones with desperate longing.

He clinged onto your torso, near sobbing into the crook of your neck. The frantic nature of his words broke your trance, anger dissipating with each tear of your own. Soon enough, your arms instinctively raised to wrap him in your embrace. Staying infuriated with him was futile.

His half-conscious pleads ceased as he calmed down, exhaustion catching up to the young Harbinger. You combed his matted tresses with your fingers, pressing a chaste kiss to his forehead to lull him into comfort.

“I’m sorry, Childe, just take better care of yourself, okay?” You reassured, his confirmation in response felt real this time. He rested his heavy head in your lap, enjoying the warmth of your hand on his cheek.

Your husband wouldn’t give up your company for the world—if he had to cease his pursuit of strength for you, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

Scaramouche

“What, are you just going to stand there staring at me? Let me in.”

A rude introduction from an even more arrogant man. Scaramouche stood lazily upright at the entrance to your estate, somehow expecting you to take him in your arms and nourishment. Expecting you not to question him. Too bad you did just that.

“Yes, i will. Care to explain why you’re here?” You scoffed in an equally aggressive manner. Your eyes trailed up his legs and waist, exposed and bruised— if that was possible for a puppet. Nothing spilled from said wounds, but the Harbinger discreetly winced from the pain. He remained there silent, opting not to share any details.

“Shut up, this isn’t my fault.” Scaramouche almost yelled, his unexpected outrage igniting irritation through your body.

Oh? You clenched your teeth together in frustration. Your grasp on the doorknob was deathly, you were in no mood to deal with his attitude nor his own problems. “Then this isn’t my concern.”

And with that, you forced the door shut— well, as far as you could. Scaramouche pushed the door open with his foot and arm, a look of disbelief and confusion gleamed in his eyes. How dare you? Those words he wanted to spit at you, but all that fell was a single word.

“Wait!” The harbinger exclaimed, forcing his way through the gap in door. He couldn’t believe himself. First, he dared to show up to your house and now he’s begging for your help? He felt pathetic, truly.

Resistance was pointless against him. Letting your ex-boyfriend back into the very same house he’d swear he’d never step into again. But being ruthlessly ignorant was his characteristic, not yours. Scaramouche had obviously forfeited whatever ego he latched onto— you weren’t that cruel as to leave an injured man by himself.

“I’m sorry, alright? I shouldn’t of been so blunt.” His head, for once, was inclined towards the wooden floor, indigo eyes barely meeting yours. It was an apology nonetheless. “I mean, for everything, even for how i acted before.”

Scaramouche was…genuine? Bewilderment accumulated within your judgement, your heart softened. You knew this feeling— you knew you shouldn’t be feeling sympathetic for the harbinger you used to love so dearly, the man who left you without a valid answer. It couldn’t be helped.

The more that Scaramouche longingly gazed at you, the more he desired to be kept in your arms just like he used. His cold exterior melted away like treaded snow, instead your footsteps trampled over it. He couldn’t justify the guilt-ridden sensation plucking away at each inch of his body. He found himself on that day, emotional, again.

Scaramouche doesn’t act like this. Kunikuzushi does.

If he had to surrender his dignity to take you back as his, he’ll do it, just this once. His fingers, still blistered and scarred from earlier yet appearing so delicate on his porcelain skin grazed your jaw. Soft touches and gestures lulled him into safety within your embrace. An action he missed far too much.

Kunikuzushi latched tightly onto you in his mindless stupor of mental and physical distress, not coming to terms with he consequences of his behaviour later on. You found his conduct abnormal— if it was fear of losing you again, or simple loss of informed conscious, you wouldn’t know.

Raised, superficial gashes of violet and burgundy littered his pained countenance. You never thought that wounds could look as pretty as his. Not a single tear was shed for a vessel such as he, but his grasp on you slipped once the puppet fell into a peaceful slumber.

With your heedful care and more ointments than preferred, he had recovered by the next morning and those surreal memories wafted back to him. Two sentences wavered in his mind.

“Don’t disregard my words from yesterday, i meant it. Whether you accept it, it’s up to you…”

“…If it results in less harm for you, i’ll listen to those words from my mouth thousands of times over.”

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