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#alatus x you
4izawas · 1 year
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— 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐬 【 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 】.
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𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: indarias nods and says, “as you wish,” before disappearing in a leap of flames that disappear into the wide, open sky above them. alatus leans back against the trunk of the tree, one leg hanging down from the branch he rested on, and his soft smile widens as his watchful gaze softens.
𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: genshin impact | 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: xiao/f!reader | 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠: nsfw ; minors dni | 𝐰/𝐜: 1.60k.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fem!reader, minor angst, canon divergence, world building, xiao is referred to as alatus, morax is not a good guy, reader is morax’s twin, hints at dark content but there is none, hinted god x servant, power dynamics, alatus’ yaksha companions.
part of the 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒 miniseries.
— 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 !!
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the winds is a welcome coolness that blows across alatus’s face, his cheeks warm and pinkened by the sight of his goddess singing softly while sewing a massive tapestry that she wished to be hung in rex lapis’ throne room, her voice enchanting both him as well as the rest of the private soldiers at her beck and call. the golden guards on her pinky and ring fingers glinting in the light of the sun and her hands worked swiftly to procure the most recent story she wished to tell through a tapestry: that of the birth of herself and her brother, all the way to his victory in both of their names during the archon war. bosacius, both smiling and warm-eyed, arrives with more fibrous materials from lands distant to them all, material that y/n would weave into a thread that glowed gold with the power of gods older than their five lifespans put together. the twin goddess and other half to their beloved morax had a talent for weaving that humans and gods alike cast awed gazes upon, for the stories she told in her tapestries and blankets were unlike any others that could be created by hands mortal and non. 
bonanus sighs happily, resting her arms and head on one of the goddess’s thighs as the other was taken up by the incomplete part of the tapestry she was weaving by hand, and every now and then the older woman would clutch the jade needle she sewed with between the fingers that gripped the tapestry’s cloth in favor of gently caressing her face or petting her hair. 
a small smile twists alatus’s lips as indarias comes up the stone steps to their goddess’s home in the mountains, kneeling before smiling an announcing three mortal’s arrival at the foot of said mountain. “what would you have me do, my lady?” indarias asks quietly, her voice betraying the fact that she wore a smile of her own, and the four yaksha present shiver when the singing comes to an end and the golden gaze of the geo archon’s sister locks on her. 
“continue leading them up the mountain, indarias,” y/n says softly, a gentle look in her eyes that caresses the mountain as sweetly as her hand did bonanus’ face when she looks out upon them. “they have journeyed this far and kept their hearts pure on their journey — do not let them falter or lose their way. i want to meet them.”
indarias nods and says, “as you wish,” before disappearing in a leap of flames that disappear into the wide, open sky above them. alatus leans back against the trunk of the tree, one leg hanging down from the branch he rested on, and his soft smile widens as his watchful gaze softens. 
he loved days like this. 
when y/n and morax had happened upon him all those years ago, a pitiful slave to his former master, morax had initially wished to strike him down — but y/n had placed one hand on his chest and had held him back from doing so before kneeling before him ( him! ) and speaking to him as she would an equal. it had shocked him at the time, and the fondness in her eyes had struck a chord in morax that had led to him assisting in freeing alatus before presenting him to his sister in hopes of pleasing her. 
alatus was no fool. he’d known at the time, just as surely as he knew now, that morax wasn’t saving him for his sake, but rather the notice of his younger sister. where morax was the archon of liyue, worshiped by all who called the nation their home, the only being he had and would ever worship was his sister, who was widely referred to as the nation’s golden flower as paired with the archon’s title of golden warrior; he wanted her approval and craved her affection, greedy towards her in a way that few understood other than the five primary yaksha he’d collected on her behalf. they’d all been delivered to her as brutally efficient soldiers with the intent of protecting her from harm on behalf of the geo archon himself, but over time their collective animosity towards serving the goddess had faded upon realizing that she’d never intended for them to be any sort of slave when she’d offered them freedom should they wish it to each of them in turn as soon as they’d arrived, and they’d all leapt for it, each losing the collars of gold morax had clasped around their necks before presenting them to y/n, and they’d disappeared into the mountains and valleys of liyue — but, one by one, the five that called themselves hers had returned. 
the first to fall back into her gentle grasp had been bosacius, who had told all that had returned after him the story of how he’d traveled the entire world before returning to her after finding something within him missing no matter where he’d chosen to go — something that had been restored as soon as he’d crossed her threshold in the mountains, this time of his own volition. bosacius enjoyed speaking of his first days back where he’d mock his younger self until y/n scolded him gently with a fond smile on her face whenever someone amongst the six of them asked. many had come after him, delivered to y/n’s feet by the hands of rex lapis, and all had fled until one finally returned, the second to ever do so — and that had been indarias. 
after being freed and insulting bosacius for so blindly serving the goddess he did, she’d run to the lands of natlan, where rivers of fire flowed freely and emotions were free to be kept unbridled ( at least, so said the stories that they’d all heard while in past servitude ) — but, like with bosacius, she’d felt something off, like she was missing something she held dear… and she’d returned. she’d been certain she wouldn’t be welcomed back, but had been pleasantly surprised to be welcomed back with open arms. 
bonanus had come next, but she’d fled back to y/n’s haven in the mountains after less than a week, uncomfortable with the way life had changed after her rigorous training with morax had ended and craving the gentle touch that came from her new mistress. many years passed after this before menogias was dropped upon their doorstep by morax, and he’d left just as swiftly as he’d arrived, returning months later with a cold outlook on the world he’d gone out to see that had eventually given way to a warmth that only y/n had been able to provide him with. 
alatus had been last; he’d returned within a month. 
he hated remembering the time he’d run away. 
the question of why they’d all returned so willingly when the urge to run had been so great when they first arrived still hadn’t been answered even a thousand years later, but regardless they had refrained from skipping worship of their goddess ever since. 
thunder booms in the distance, making the three present yaksha go on alert; y/n loved the rain, but rain risked the tapestry she was weaving, so she’d likely want to go somewhere dry. 
“bonanus, help me carry this inside please,” she asks quietly. “alatus?” xiao’s heartbeat quickens once he realizes he’s been called, and he’s standing at attention in front of her within a second. she smiles at him, and his pink cheeks darken slightly as he declines his head out of respect for her. “go and fetch menogias from the riverbend please, and call for indarias to ease the travelers into a safe place to rest then return; i want you all close to me.”
xiao’s bowing in an instant and then gone the next, giving the messages to the appropriate yaksha before returning to his mistress’ side and taking bonanus’ place knelt at her feet nearby a fire that roared within a massive hearth. he heard bonanus whine in complaint before the feeling of her hands tugging insistently at his hair make him grumble loud enough for y/n to intervene. 
“now now, bonanus — that isn’t very nice. how would you feel if alatus was pulling on your hair like that?” her tone is that which she would take on when scolding a child, and it makes bonanus look down at her feet and flush in shame. xiao just buried his face in the flesh of her thigh; he could tease bonanus later maybe, but for now he wanted to bask in the glow that came with being so close to his goddess. 
indarias and menogias both arrived at the same time, and moments after they enter the rain comes pouring down hard enough to bounce off the stones outside. all five take their places lounging around the area at her feet as she takes her tapestry back in hand and resumes weaving it, returning to singing her song as the fire crackles within the hearth and the rain pours down outside. 
before long all of the others are asleep aside from alatus and his goddess. morax has long since entered their haven and gone to rest elsewhere within it. alatus does not want to sleep and leave y/n alone with her thoughts, but her voice is so soothing and his eyes are so heavy. 
when he finally allows himself to drift off into a dreamless sleep, its to the sound of his goddess in his ears and her adoration surrounding him, and he’s truly never been happier. 
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𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 © { 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 } 𝐛𝐲 𝟒𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐒. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭.
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vernasce-blogs · 2 years
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I need Xiao to breed the absolute fuck out of me.
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veyu002 · 2 years
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warnings: archon quest "perilous trail: interlude" spoilers look idk either i wanted a bonus chapter leave me alone also slight xiao / alatus x ( separate ) reader here but like it's foreshadowing first fic (i suggest you read this first)
“This is absurd.” Alatus grumbles, his arms crossed as Indarias climbs Bosacius to take a closer look at the two through the bamboo trees. Bosacius ducks slightly, muttering something ineligible as Indarias silently roots for Bonanus as she rests her head on [name]’s shoulder.
“If we get in trouble, drop everything and blame it on Indarias…” Menogias says, almost immediately contradicting what he had just said and takes a peek through the bamboo over at the two.
“Watch your words…!” Indarias said, whispering, “Don’t you think the two of them are adorable?!”
“I would if you got off me…” Bosacius said, trying to use his second set of arms to wave Indarias off his back.
Alatus balances his polearm on the grass, watching as Bosacius tries to swat Indarias away like a fly, “We’re going to be slaughtered if Bonanus finds out about this.”
“You three are going to be slaughtered.” Indarias says proudly, “Bonanus trusts me! She wouldn’t mind if I were watching—”
“Big words for someone who told me to watch my words, hm?” Menogias says teasingly. Indarias huffs, her eyes in a semi circle as she turns her head back through the bamboo, watching as the two continue to act shamelessly in love, like no one is watching; but knowing them, they’d still act like this, even if they knew if someone was watching.
Indarias gets off Bosacius, sighing.
“What’s wrong?” Bosacius asked.
“It’d be nice, wouldn’t it?” Indarias hums. Everyone turned to face her as she turned to her back, looking through the bamboo trees. “Nice to… you know… have someone.”
Alatus perks up to Indarias words. Despite this being something he normally wouldn’t be interested in, he feels that this is different.
Menogias looks back and forth between Bonanus and Indarias, saying, “In Bonanus’ words, when she’s with [name], she could almost feel her karma slowly being healed.” Menogias chuckles, “It would be nice, wouldn’t it?”
“How could someone have such an effect on a yaksha…” Alatus whispers. Indarias seemed to hear it, looking at him with sincerity, but not saying anything. It stays somber like that for a while. Not everyone knowing what to say, they stayed silent. The words that Alatus had spoken stayed in his mind. Now he’s curious, Would somebody ever be able to make him feel safe? To heal his karma as [name] heals Bonanus’?
Bosacius clears his throat, “How about we give these two some privacy?” He shoots a glare at Indarias, who laughs lightly.
“Oh, brother, I’m only having a little fun! They’re so cute!”
Suddenly a cheerfully candid atmosphere returns. The thought will still plague Alatus’ mind, and yet, something about it doesn’t bother him. In fact, maybe he’s hoping to meet that someone.
congrats you get a hopeful curious xiao (huggable this time plus he comes in a box) what more do you want this was pretty rushed huhu so sorry for that 🏃‍♀️ i had to put there in brackets separate reader because of xiao's lack of game and also because i think it'd just be weird if i didn't author's note BONUS CHAPTER BECAUSE I LOVE THE YAKSHAS indarias and bonanus might be my favorite can you tell.
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aethscend · 11 months
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conseq. not coincidence [3] : chances you take
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time drags itself by in the suffocating room, your mind settling into a haze some while ago. the professor’s voice echoes steadily throughout, clicks and pen scratches on notes accompanying him.
last of summers warmth seizing as the seasons shift between, the short break coming and going all too quickly with everything back in routine once more.
“To conclude, we will be holding a summative. this time around, in pairs."
okay, yeah everything.
groans weren't even tried to be suppressed.
"I get it, I get it-" his irk undeniable from tone alone, "networking is inevitable so we will be getting it out of the way now, not to mention the stakes I have going with our side branches." he waves his hand around. "We will be drawing lots at the front, remember to keep the slip secured and don't try to switch it around, I'll know."
just the season's luck. you watch as person from person begrudgingly go down, trying to recognise how the system would work. each slip has a corresponding pattern, and you find your partner based on it.. aand the teach is subtly writing the picks down, even greater. how does he keep track like that
watching as the people gradually dwindle away from the area, you stretch before going for it yourself. it wasn't the biggest class, maybe you could get someone good.
huh.
your mind completely blanks as you try to recall if you saw it before you went up. there was no way you could be without someone, it was even students.
a glimpse of something comes up as it clicks, right, zheng had a similar colour, normally sat 2 desks beside and was one of the first up. you aren't quite sure about him but a chance is a chance! you had seen him just before you stood too. and--
he, was definitely not still sat there. what
this was one of the rooms where the doors were on strictly one side of the room, the other side having top windows. you were between where the desk, halfway back to your station, and directly across from the closest door that he should've had to pass by to get out was.
the fuck.
it took all you could to not scream right then and there, how were you even supposed to- he could not have disappeared like that.
dejected and back in your seat, material still scattered infront as you let it come over you. you've gotta be kidding. seconds couldn't drag by any slower as everyone else had their chances, maybe your eyes could've deceived you and someone else, a saviour, could've gotten your match later on. nope, not even another blue.
the professor should at least have his contact listed, you reason and sigh, still dejected beyond
a gentle tap on your chair, whipping around in a fleeting hope way quicker than you probably should've when both you and the mysterious hand had to stabilise to keep it from toppling over. it's squashed and taken over by something else entirely as tame gold eyes bore into yours instead.
“Want to.. band together?”
and it stays like that. neither you nor the stranger, blue hair you note, moves. it was like both of your breaths were taken away, stolen and hoarded elsewhere as he subtly swallows; before the illusion breaks.
“Eh? you two.. unless you want to start paying extra tuition I’m looking forward to sitting back here.” teach grumbles, and that was all it took for you to break away, mind in a haste as was your body.
what was that. were you staring, of course you were. you were almost filled with embarrassment if it could catch up in time. even the one behind you’s words haven’t been caught on just yet.
bursting and almost tripping out of the door came all too quickly given it took you to that point to comprehend. breath caught in your throat again as you forced it out this time, he was right beside you just talk it out.
a warm breeze could've reflected you perfectly then as two steps out the door,
“S-so uh,” not supposed to happen why why why
you were matching eyes with him just like before, stumbling of words tried to be disregarded as you merely let your eyes waver and close briefly for that slight relief.
“hey-“
when you opened them he was gone.
..
— were you cursed?!
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mlist || prev. > next
an/ i really tried with second person!
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out of sight out of mind, xiao wants to believe himself after that. what was even the point. his face flushed from the sprint to catch his breath, yeah right. if he could disappear for real now would not be a bad time. ducking himself even further away from the initial building, what he would do
he wants to forget all about it for as long as he has to, impulses be damned as the forsaken stick is still between his tensed fingers. the other hand rakes through his hair to try to release his worries.
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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...
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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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tb3ih · 1 year
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SWIMMING LESSONS. xiao.
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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.
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part 2 !
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asherheed · 3 months
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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡ secret little rendezvous / xiao x gn!reader, 4.4 lantern rite spoilers!
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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.
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dxstopiaa · 1 year
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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]
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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!”
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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!”
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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.
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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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yourlocalstranger123 · 11 months
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Part 1
characters: Nahida, zhongli, Raiden/Ei, Scaramouche/wanderer, Xiao/alatus, Venti, dottore, Albedo, aether/lumine/traveler and abyss prince/princess, dainsleif, azhdaha, miko, celestial
Note: I put the celestials and zhongli even though I already did them because I forgot to put in what they would do if you finally are in Teyvat. Also, some characters don't have their own section, just in someone's else. [Like Miko in Ei's]
Warning: Some have slight NSFW, but technically, it's mostly SFW, slight yandere or maybe just full on yandere and obsessed. Idk-
[They all wonder why you're calling them your baby girl(s)—]
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Celestials might be a little greedy for trying to convince or guilt trap you to stay with them a bit longer.....
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Zhongli. [ I know I already did zhongli, but I didn't put in what happened when you finally got into teyvat] he was so thrilled. If he was in his dragon body, his tail would've been wagging like a dog. His knees became weak by your presence. He just wanted you to touch him. He finally felt the warmth...although azhdaha just had to steal you from him! He also had a dragon form, so why don't you ask him to transform into it? You could see him in a corner with a slight frown [pout]. At least he gets head pats. [He'll get spoiled sooner or later 🤭]
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Xiao. He was loyal to zhongli for sure, but you? He is obsessed with you. When he was alatus, you were the light who he always kept precious. You gave him warmth all those torturous years. You were the reason he could endure it before zhongli had finally saved him from it. He didn't know you were the creator. But when he finally knew, he was so happy. You were always with him, giving everyone hope and the same warmth that you gave him to the others and his friends. Why are you keeping giving him tofu to summon him? He's so very grateful for your cooking and thoughts, but you don't need to. Just call his name with your beautiful voice. You still do it though, which makes him slightly flustered as you can see the tips of his ears go red as he greets you. He was so, SO flustered and shy when you let him on your lap and hug you or lay on it. His eyes went heavy as he closed them. The first time in his whole life, he had a wonderful dream....(of you)
Nahida. Honestly, she felt really happy with you. Even when she was locked away, she felt you reaching for her. She still could feel the warmth, and that's why she's still having hope for someone to save her. Since she is literally the god of knowledge, she already knew you were the creator. Honestly, when you finally went to Teyvat, she didn't expect to be your child suddenly. Although she's not complaining! She loves it when you smother her with your parently love. [You totally did not try to beat the soul out of the grand sages for locking her up, and people, even some of the archons, had to hold you down-]
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Ei would be concerned. Who was interfering with her eternity? She didn't know how to react. She always some what felt guilty whenever she did the vision hunt degree. She ignored it all, though. Until when the traveler showed her the beauty of inazuma. It was so different from what it was before...'Maybe it wasn't so bad after all.' She thought. She had noticed that one thing that stayed the same forever was the warmth she felt. She soon found out the warmth was from the creator! Oh, she was so happy. She would make a room that would eternity be dedicated to you! When you appeared in Teyvat, she would be so dang nervous. She wants to be perfect for you. Everything must be! She was going to send Raiden in her place but didn't expect you to personally come over to her! She tried giving you a tour, but she didn't really go outside much, so....yeah, you're technically giving her one instead.. but at least you enjoy braiding her hair for her as Miko is sitting on your lap in her fox form. She's very fluffy when you pet her. [She would be so embarrassed and will malfunction if you ask how she can pull out her sword from her—]
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Scaramouche would try to hunt you down honestly. Like who tf are you?? And where the heck are you?? (Imagine you haunt him and keep whispering, "You're shorttt") he was so ready to beat the crap out of you. But he just had to get used to it since he was busy becoming a God. And when he did, he felt your presence once again but clearer. He again ignores it and continues with the fight, which comes with a loss. He had become wanderer now, and he told Nahida that he thinks someone is stalking him. Nahida finally tells him that you're the all mighty creator. So you have been with him this whole time...? Why? He wonders If you forgive him for his sins.... why were you....calling him scarameow?? Is that perhaps another language for something? What does it mean? But it's fine. He still loves you. He got jealous one time and became a 'doll' for your entertainment. He's been doing that a few times. He liked it when one time you manhandled danced with him or even dressed him up [with lingerie]
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Oh Venti, that drunkard bard. Oh, how he always speaks about you. He loved you so much. You always played as the wind when he was just a spirit. He always talked to you, although you can't talk, the wind tells him everything. He loved you so dearly. You always protected him in the war. You protected all the people. He understands that you can't stop people from dying of age. It's fate. But you had always accompanied him and his friend. That's all he needs, and he's grateful for it. He already knew you were the creator. The wind tells him everything. He didn't think that he would accidentally make the creator drunk! He promised he was drunk when he offered a drink to you! Or when he falls happily on your lap and arms by falling from the tree that was surrounded by a cat. [He also didn't expect the wonderful view of you on the side of the bed.....naked.....wait, WHAT— [ I mean...he's not complaining besides not having the ability to walk...or think anything besides you and how good you fu—]
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Oh dottore. At first, he did not at all care about you. Even when worshipping the creator was public and a thing, he wasn't exactly dedicated. Until he found some ancient script of mechanics and bunch of successful experiments of creatures you did. He did some research and it turns out that those creatures was friendly to you and you did those experiments not so gruesome. So that's why they didn't hold a grudge at you. He became more interested and now it's apart of the research he's doing. And even experiments perhaps. He didn't know thr warm fuzzy feeling in his chest when he saw you smile in those ancient script. Although he may have kept it all a secret until all of the harbingers [except scaramouche because this is the time where he erases himself from all memories] finally found out about it. Oh how he felt when he finally gazes at your body. You looked so much better in the script. He always seek you out for experiments and research. You have the knowledge that even Irminsul doesn't have. Although his constant touch, glances and the way he looks at you with a slight red face doesn't go unnoticed by you when he conduct an experiment on you. [He couldn't forget the 'experiment' conduct on you last night ♥︎]
○ —○ — ○ — experimenters— ○ —○ — ○ — ○
Albedo. He's exactly opposite from dottore at the start, he was obsessed with you. He worshiped you with so many new creations from his experiments and thanked you for uniting him with Klee. At first, he didn't know about you and was curious why he always felt a comforting presence until aunt Alice told him that it was you, their creator, his creator.
He found statues of you that were cracked and was leaking a certain gold liquid. There was scroll. It seems that you made it with your own blood. He researched your statue and conducted careful experiments. He was a little...too fascinated about your body. Drawing you in robes, poses, and even....drew doing stuff to him. He took such care and worshiped it as if it was really you.... you looked way more divine than the statue that you carved yourself. He always wanted you to ask you....."What's the purpose of me existing?"
[You can insert your thoughts if you want, but here's my response to it]
"(1.) There's none. You just exist. I just create you. But...(2.) You can make yourself a purpose. A reason to live out your lives I gave you all. Like you, perhaps you make your own purpose to live is to make Klee happy."
His eyes glinted as you chuckled. He had been in deep thought for a few weeks. Then suddenly, he smiled. 'Perhaps.....'
Dottore and Albedo would 10/10 would be literal vampires. Including zhongli, I swear. The moment they taste your blood as an experiment or accident, they will crave for more. (I know they will literally moan in delight when they tasted it.)
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Traveler and abyss prince/princess. How they both felt it. Your warmth. Traveler accepts it with open arms. Traveler thanked you for supporting them to find their sibling. But the abyss prince/princess isn't so fond about accepting it. They don't need your pity.... but they guess they can take it once in a while, you did offer to them, didn't you? Oh, Dainsleif. He doesn't think he should accept it. He wants to, but he is not worthy. But once in a while, when he falls asleep, his lips curve into a smile as he bask in your warmth. They can be selfish, right? You did offer you warmth after all..... The abyss prince/princess tries to kidnap— I mean *cough* *cough* take you away but the Traveler holds onto your arm, not letting go. The abyss prince/princess argues that when the time comes after they finally finish their journey, they can find a home with you! But the traveler pouts and still won't budge. Dainsleif just watches in the background, conflicted. Although....that doesn't mean he didn't have the desire to keep you with him either...
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the pretty boy at the café. ₊˚⊹ ♡₊˚
— your favorite barista !
(barista!xiao & regular customer!reader)
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✧.* barista!xiao who was the barista you always saw each time you visited your favorite café, which you were a known regular in.
✧.* barista!xiao who you thought was extremely attractive from the first moment you saw him. his slender figure, slender hands when he worked, attractive yet stoic face, the piercings on his ears, and the way his uniform complemented his features so well . . you fell in love almost immediately.
✧.* barista!xiao who developed from 'a tiny crush' to a huge one where you started thinking about him every day.
✧.* barista!xiao who the more you'd visit, the more he'd start to notice you.
✧.* barista!xiao who was your favorite barista, and you, his favorite customer.
✧.* barista!xiao who eventually memorized the drink you'd always order from how often you'd come here . . memorizing what time you usually come by and then have the drink ready by the time you arrive. you were surprised (and flustered) when he himself handed you your drink before you even got to order.
✧.* barista!xiao whose co-workers started teasing him due to the slight difference in his attitude whenever you were in the café. now he was the one who was starting to develop a tiny crush on you.
✧.* barista!xiao who finds himself staring at you as you read a book in your table while he's making drinks or wiping down the counter. his co-workers usually notice this and nudge his side with a teasing smirk.
✧.* barista!xiao who's less nonchalant and cold towards you, seemingly having all his attention on you whenever you speak to him. you were really sweet . . and nice, and so perfect to him in his eyes.
✧.* barista!xiao who seems more agitated whenever you aren't visiting the café. he'd always seem to be much more gloomy when you aren't there.
✧.* barista!xiao who noticed you staring at his arms and hands one time, which caused the slightest smirk to appear on his face.
✧.* barista!xiao who you scolded one time, asking him to come closer with a worried look on your face as he seemed a bit tired. you took a closer look at his face and started scolding him, saying that he should rest more and that he shouldn't overwork himself. he actually listened to you, which was a rare thing for him to do with anyone else.
✧.* barista!xiao who puts little cat doodles (or doodles, in general) next to your name on the cups whenever you order, so that he could see that tiny smile of yours every time.
✧.* barista!xiao who'd keep each and every gift you'd give to him. he really appreciates you, he just won't show it. there's no way he'd admit that . . right?
✧.* barista!xiao who gifted a cute plush keychain to you, looking away with his cheeks tinted a light shade of pink. that became the first time he received a hug from you, and the moment he found out how good you actually smelled.
✧.* barista!xiao who can't hide his blush whenever he sees that exact keychain dangling on your bag when you enter the café. he remembers your hug each time he looks at it.
✧.* barista!xiao whose number you eventually found on a piece of paper taped to your drink's cup, with an 'add me?' written in neat handwriting. you found that he also added his instagram username at the bottom of the paper.
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AHHDHSKDSK WHEN HE'S COLD TO OTHERS BUT NOT TO YOUUU
anyways,, I'm on a roll now omg😭I've been posting so muchhh I just really hope you guys enjoy them ૮₍˶ ╥ ‸ ╥ ⑅₎ა
thankyu for taking the time to read my works !!
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the-sweet-madame · 2 months
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ꜱʟᴇᴇᴘʟᴇꜱꜱ ɴɪɢʜᴛꜱ (𝘟𝘪𝘢𝘰 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)
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(Let me defend myself by saying this is one of my earlier fics that I forgot about 🧍so it's really bad lmao)
Warnings: None.
Summary: You couldn't sleep, so you call for Xiao.
Female reader! Happy reading :)
[Y/N] stared at the ceiling, counting all the cracks there was before losing count and starting again. How long has it been? Hours? A light groan erupted from her lips as she tossed and turned. She thought maybe she could bore herself to sleep but no! The world hated her, as always. She found herself huffing in annoyance, perhaps was it the lack of warmth or comfortableness? Or was it both?
Or did the Archons feel like making everything harder for her? Sleep was the only escape from such troubles.
She gazed back into the darkness, the darkness reminding her of a certain male. Xiao. His eyes displayed no emotions, only darkness that rivalled the night sky. [Y/N] softly smiled at the mental image of him, he was truly a view to behold. His rich amber orbs glimmered with such horror, hiding away the deepest secrets of the world. His skin fair and pale like snow, pillowy to the touch. His green frosted tips always danced with the breeze alongside with his mask, softer than wool and silkier than Eri Silk, it made her envious.
"If you awake to a knife at your throat. If monsters dig their claws into you. If death comes knocking at your door, call out my name, Adeptus Xiao. And I will be there when you call," He spoke with his usual cold tone, his gaze piercing a hole into her skull before he hid away his face with his mask, disappearing into thin air, leaving the (H/C)-haired girl speechless.
She chuckled at the memory. That was probably the first time he spoke more than one sentence to her. She found it funny when he waited for her to abandon him, who the hell said she was going to leave a precious find like him? Only such fools would. And when he finally realised that. He begun to warm up to her to the point where he shared his Almond Tofu with her.
"Xiao," She whispered to the darkness.
With a gust of air, the adeptus stood in front of her, spear in hand, ready to fight off any monster. His eyes widened when all he saw was the female resting on her bed. Of course, he was relieved that no harm overcame her, but it irked him that she called him for no reason.
"There is no danger, why have you called for me?" The said male glared at her through his mask, giving [Y/N] shivers even though she couldn't see him.
"I couldn't sleep," She replied, snuggling deeper into the covers.
His sigh was laced with annoyance, "Why are you mortals so bothersome?"
He would admit that she was quite the bold one, she was truly extraordinary for a mere mortal. Her presence was overwhelming, not like his, fearsome and full of hatred. It was more of a peaceful one. With a mix of excitement, which explained her bubbliness.
"Awh, do you not love me?" Her tone mocked sorrow as she stifled a chuckle.
The sound of light footsteps approached her, leaving her question unanswered as he set his polearm against the wall and his mask on her bedside table.
"Move over."
His demand left the female shocked, he never did anything like this, but she wasn't complaining. After all, she wanted this anyways. She shuffled under the covers, lifting up the heap blankets for him to come in. The mattress dipped next to her as the adeptus laid next to her, his face inches away from hers. His hair sprawled over her pillow as her gaze trailed down to his lips. The corners of his lips barely tugged upwards; they were sternly pulled into a thin line all the time.
His arms slithered around her waist, pulling her into his chest, "Stupid mortal, always messing with my head," He mumbled softly as he watched her eyelids hide away her (e/c) hues. Seeing her so peaceful gave him a sense of warmth somehow. He raised his hand to ghostly caress her cheek, his touch could be compared to a feathers'.
"Go to sleep, I will be here."
[y/n] smiled, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks at his words and the affection given from him, she knew she was the only one he trusted enough for him to do so. And she was grateful for it.
"Goodnight, Xiao," She whispered, falling into a peaceful slumber.
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starglitterz · 1 year
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"XIAO, what's your deepest desire?"
you're draped over his body in your shared bed, scraps of twilight spilling in through the window and bathing your torso in violet hues. as he tenses, you can feel his heartbeat pick up from how you're lying on his chest, but his voice is steady when he answers, "bold of you to assume adepti even have desires." "i'm nothing if not bold," you chuckle, finger idly tracing the outline of the green marks splattered across his arm, "you should know that by now."
you can hear the smile in xiao's voice when he replies, "indeed i do, dove." he shifts slightly, wrapping his arm around your frame and tucking his chin over your head. one might believe that this kind of skinship would be unthinkable for the conqueror of demons, and it is a fact that rang true at one point. but both time and love worked their magic on the adepti's heart until he learned to trust you, and he swears that may have been the best decision of his existence. "why do you ask?" he murmurs, voice muffled by your hair.
"just curious," you shrug, tilting your head up to meet his gaze, "wondering what's going on up in that pretty head of yours, loverboy." his eyes seem to gleam under the light of the stars, and you're struck by how stunning he is - his honey irises look at you with so much quiet affection that you think you could drown in them. his nose scrunches at the pet name, and a light blush dusts his cheeks, "i told you to stop calling me that." "maybe you'd prefer pookie? or sweetheart? baby?" your voice takes on a teasing lilt, smirk widening as xiao grows more and more flustered with every nickname.
he clicks his tongue, though there's no real irritation in the sound, "it's late. you should go to sleep." "aww, but we're having so much fun!" "goodnight, dove," his tone is gruff and abrupt, but you know it's just because he's embarrassed. now you're the one who's getting flustered, because you're so happy that you're close enough with xiao to be able to tell apart these subtle differences in his exterior. you nuzzle impossibly closer to him, "for your information, my wish was for us to be together forever!" a yawn slips out of your mouth before you can elaborate, and the repetitive motion of your lover stroking your head is already sending you off to dreamland. "goodnight, xiao," you manage to mumble, and then you're asleep.
once certain you aren't going to suddenly wake up and tease him, xiao permits a gentle smile to curve his lips. pressing a featherlight kiss to the crown of your head, he whispers, "my deepest desire is for you to be happy. i wish for nothing more." and with the galaxy as the sole witness to his confession, the yaksha permits the drowsiness weighing heavy behind his eyes to finally overtake him.
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Headcannons of xiao, scaramouche, zhongli, and al haitham, patching you up after a serious battle? 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸
Yes you may, my dear. :) Please enjoy and stay clear from allergies this spring. :)
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Xiao: ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈
He is lecturing you on your recklessness, and how you are disregarding people's worries and cares for you. Mostly him though.
He wraps your wounds gently, and keeps asking if your bandages are too tight, or if it stings or hurt.
He ask Zhongli if there are medicines for healing "Humans Wounds."
He checks your wounds every night, and keeps an eye on you since you don't fully have your footing back.
He sometimes massages and rubs it for you, to help ease the pain or help ease your mind.
He will ask about it everyday.
He will 100% fight you to the death for you to not fight monsters or get into trouble. He will pick you back up and take you to bed and stay there with you until you give up.
He would kiss your wounds, giving it his own little custom prayers to help it heal faster and easier.
Will make sure everything is accessible to you before he leaves to go fight fallen gods and demons.
Sometimes will bring healing charms and little gifts in hope it would make you happy.
I don't think he fully understands human wounds apart from adepti wounds, so he will treat your wounds as if you have karmic debt of your own, but easier to manage. He has some idea of it.
Scaramouche: ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈
He doesn't actually know what to do at first, but he definitely calls you an idiot, or other names of you being dumb and reckless. But you can tell it was because he was scared and didn't know how to react.
Instinctively, He probably things he will lose you like he lost his child friend in his past. Despite him knowing better.
He would rip some of his own clothes to wrap around your wounds to stop the bleeding, since he has seen people done so in the past.
Once you reassure him, and calm him down, he will carry you to a nearby area that has medical equipment.
As for this scenario, let's say Mondstadt since you know the area well.
He would snap at Barbara to heal you and to hurry up. But he would gently ask her if you are okay, and if you are holding up alright.
Once you are out, maybe having a little cane to support you, he would full on take care of you, no questions ask.
He would always have one arm around you, or holding your hand to make sure you are okay, but also to reassure himself that you are okay.
He would buy foods, or do most of the cooking, it's not the best, but that's because he doesn't need to eat since he is a puppet.
Probably hold you close to him and gently adjust your bandages for you when it gets a little sloppy.
100% annihilate any monsters that turn their eyes on you.
Zhongli: ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈
Immediately knows what to do, based on his past knowledge, he will immediately have medicine or bandages on him to take care of you.
He would cook healing meals, and do everything within his knowledge to help heal your wounds.
Thanks to that, it wasn't as fatal as before, since he has experience and he is prepared.
He would definitely carry you, because the less stress on wounds the better.
He would take you to Baizhu to look after your wounds and checking up on your wounds.
He makes tea for you everyday.
He would lay in you bed with you, and tell you stories to help you sleep.
He would rub medicine on your wounds for you, and keep you to a strict schedule no matter how much you protest.
Gently stroke your hair as you are laying down in bed and resting, offering extra pillows and blankets.
Bringing you your favorite desserts.
He might sometimes rest his cheek on your head in bed and keep his arms around you to keep your warm, of course with his button up shirt open.
He wouldn't express his worries for you by words, but definitely by actions, such as sealing the door so no one can get in to hurt you, but also so you won't sneak out. Leaving out breakfast, or comfy clothes for you.
Al Haitham: ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈
He would probably sigh and say stuff like he knew you'd be reckless and get seriously hurt.
He would also lecture you on how to properly fight the monster you were fighting, and pinpoint why you got hurt in the first place.
The next time he sees the monsters you were fighting of any kind, he would take over for you and defeat them. If you got seriously hurt from a hilichurl? He got it. But you can handle Azhdaha just fine.
He wouldn't need to take you to a medical facility since he knows what he is doing, we are in Sumeru forest after all, you have the best medicine there already is.
Despite his aloof and distant nature, he handles you very gently, and he becomes more touch base with you, such as when asking if if your wounds are healing, he would immediately place his hand gently on your bandages.
He would stick nearby you, but he won't show his worries, as he feels the rational thing to do right now is to offer you assistance, not stress you with his worries.
He tries to hold back his own emotions when he hears you wince in pain and see you have a pained face. Immediately would finish the task for you, such as putting your plate away, picking things up.
Usually, when he reached his limit of that, he would pull you in between his legs and ask you to stay with him so you can heal in peace rather than in pain. He would hold you close to him and push your head into his neck, as a way to help you ease down and relax. He would be reading a book in this process as well and maybe throw up an excuse on how him doing this has healing properties.
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rene-darling · 7 months
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SEA CREATURE- genshin men
Genshin men but they're different types of sea creatures! How do they court you if they can't walk on land?...credits [m.neuvillette on insta]
...scaramouche...xiao...neuvillette...
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Xiao
Xiao was never interested in mortals, let alone those who walked the land.
But there was just something about you that drew him near.
When you went swimming he would keep an eye out for you, watching you from a distance- just in case you were attacked! Not anything creepy...
He always found humans trying to swim funny-looking but when he observed you...he felt something different.
So when once a big wave had pulled you under preventing you from resurfacing he didn't think twice before guiding you back to shore.
He panted heavily, he'd never swam that in his life!
And when you woke up and looked at him he wondered what you would say..or think, would you call him a monster? An ugly creature? Like all the other humans- "are you...an angel?"
His breath hitched in his throat before he let out a scoff "hmpf. Foolish mortal."
He grumbled diving back deep into the ocean before you could say anything or ask him further questions.
This was getting rather tiring... Everyday since then you would come to the beach and scream your lungs out, and he'd blush at all the nicknames you had given him since he'd had not told you his name
"yoohoo~ angel!, my mermaid savior!, my-" "Stop it." you froze..he finally appeared before you, tired of hearing the arsenal of nicknames you had for him.
He glared at you with those sharp eyes of his, but when you looked at him and gave him a bright smile shouting "it's you! You're back! Hah!" he can't help but let his gaze soften...just a bit!
After that, it became routine for you to meet him by the seashore.
Once he started developing feelings for you, he wasn't quite sure on what to do.
He was flustered..you were a land animal, while he was a merman..
He came to the conclusion that the two of you could not be together in any capacity...
But that didn't stop his feelings from growing. Nor did it stop his biased behavior towards you.
He would bring you many sea shells from the ocean depts
One's that could not be found near the shore.
Once he saw that you liked them he started trying them together making cute accessories for you
Necklaces, rings, bracelets etc!
Scaramouche
Scaramouche is a siren. A deadly one at that.
He doesn't care for humans until it comes to his meal time and he doesn't give a fuck about them in a romantic sense either.
He was doing his usual, singing his lovely melody to attract nearby sailors so he could feast upon them.
But once he had gotten in a bit of trouble with some pirates whom he was trying to kill. Which resulted in him being caught in a net his tail all tangled up
His tail is his best asset! It's the easiest way to lure victims in! With just a wave of his tail he'll have his pray swimming to him
But now he's helplessly stranded on shore. He's half expecting for some humans to come along and kill him by this point..and they might as well since he feels as though he might die of hunger.
And then this human does come along. He's expecting his death but not without a fight!
He tries scratching you, hurting you. But to no avail, you don't back down as you keep approaching him not backing down from his fights
He winces when you bring the knife closer, that's it. This is the end for his miserable life...
Suddenly all those tight ropes around his body drop to the floor and he gets free. In instinct, he quickly swims off not bothering to talk to you.
It's been a while since then, and he convinces himself that he doesn't care...but, he can't really explain why he swims up to the shore every day, watching with sharp eyes to see if you would make an appearance.
And when you finally do, he feels relief spread out his body..you're safe- wait. No, he's a siren. He doesn't care for you!
After weeks of just watching you, he finally makes an appearance throwing a rock at your head to get your attention. When you look at him he swims behind a large rock gesturing for you to come closer. And when you do follow him without question he thinks to himself
Stupid human! I'm siren for archons sake!! What if I was trying to kill them!!...i mean I'm not, I would never. But still!
From that day on it becomes a tradition for the both of you to meet behind the big rock slightly offshore.
He doesn't know why he feels this warm feeling spread through his chest..he's a cold-blooded siren for god sake!
Still...he can't help it so..he tries impressing you.
He shows off his colorful tail, flapping it around and sticking it out of the water for you to observe.
He also makes sure to dive deep down into the ocean and grab rocks that he finds nice from the ocean floor to give to you.
He's sure you'll be impressed by his rocks! You probably haven't seen them since he got them from the depts.
Neuvillette
He's a sea otter!! With a fluffy little tail
Meeting you was definitely a stroke of luck.
You were on a scuba diving expedition with some friends and had lost your way in the depths of the fontain ocean
Neuvillette took all measures to stay away from humans of any kind, he didn't trust them, especially with how they polluted the waters!
But he had gotten his nose stuck in a plastic cup! He was only a bit curious about this strange plastic! He hadn't expected to get stuck!
This is why while in his attempt to get his nose out of the cup he felt his body press onto someone warm
Snapping his head back he saw you! His first instinct was to run, humans were nothing but trouble!...but.
Before he could've ran you had grabbed the plastic cup and had freed his nose
He's really grateful so he decides he'll show you the way back to your friends which you got lost from.
He tries to make you understand but you don't so he wraps his fluffy tail around you and pulls you to where he saw your friends.
From then on whenever you would go on a scuba diving expedition with your friends he would always seek you out. He's still not good with humans so while your scuba team is distracted you'll slip away unnoticed and find him.
You don't need to search far, it seems he's always around the corner when you seek him out
His eyes sparkle as he swims circles around you his fluffy tail brushing against you as he looks at your swimming gear
He'll ask you questions about it, and he'll be absolutely fascinated by the gadgets you have.
He'll get really sad when you have to leave soon to not worry your swim team. He insists you must stay at least a little while longer!
He'll start developing feelings for you, but he doesn't know how to act them out
He wouldn't have ever expected to fall for a human being! A mortal!
But he feels this overwhelming desire to be near you and to protect you from any harm you might face.
Being an otter, they usually hold hands while they sleep, that being the only affectionate thing he knows how to do, He never leaves your hand! Clinging onto your arm as if you're about to die!
He swims up to shore to watch the stars with you, and as you slowly fall asleep, he holds onto your arm to not drift away from you as you both sleep under the stars.
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anantaru · 1 year
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✧ ۫ 𑄼ల۫  ۪ sfw xiao boyfriend headcanons
because he‘s a lil honey bunch sugar plum 🍀
genre: fluff, gn! reader, sharing kisses, he's struggling, reassurances, xiao‘s clingy
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+ ˚ quality time and doing his eyeliner for him
well, xiao needs you close, all the time, your body soothes his skin and loosens his tensed up muscles, it‘s so calming he truly cannot believe it but the moment your soft fingerpads rule on his rough skin, he can finally rest greatly.
as a matter of fact, whenever you do his eyeliner for him, xiao beckones you to sit on his lap.
at first when you suggested to draw it on for him, xiao was more or less flustered and unsure, he doesn‘t want to be a bother but the moment you gently held onto his face to apply the liquid, he found comfort on your tenderness.
besides, it was a win-win situation for him, wasn‘t it?
first, he doesn‘t have to do it himself and second, you‘re so close to him, so warm and soft, he simply cannot stop watching your face slightly tense from concentration.
how you cradled and handled his skin, as if he was made out of the finest, most sensitive material in all of teyvat, operating with great caress.
it’s safe to say that it‘s difficult to you as well, to somehow focus with xiao‘s golden eyes piercing and watching you that intently, gifting you a faint sweetness of a smile.
+ ˚ being vulnerable with each other
eventually, the irrational, darkened thoughts in xiao‘s mind will plague him like an incurable disease, a current of parasites eating him from within, inch by inch, until nothing was left to gnaw on.
at this point xiao‘s expression will change to something haunted and terribly wounded, the air in his lungs heightened and hitching within every newly taken breath in.
for that, you have to be patient. He insists he was okay, yet it's not hard to guess that it was evident he wasn't.
in that, he wouldn't speak much, less than he already did in the first place and keep himself sheltered, xiao doesn't want you to see him in such, weak and disgusting light. he loathed himself very much right now, it brought him to tears which wouldn't fall.
and no matter how many times you tried to get him to open up, in the beginning of your relationship he will not talk nor say anything but a simple "i am fine".
to give him enough space and time was key. there was no victory to be received if you'd urge him to do something he was uncomfortable with it, unfamiliar and embarrassed about.
at this you have to tell xiao that regardless of it all, you will remain where you are and he knew where to find you.
as your emotional bond continues to grow, he will gradually come back and speak, not much, just a bit, reaching his hand out for you to take it as you dwelled in each others warmth together on a cold night in wangshu inn.
the sheer fact that he made an effort to even seek you out despite it all was everything you needed to know.
xiao had it hard and difficult, yet after a while even he will gradually open up and tell you about his worries, the painful suffering he endured and the scaring sensation whenever he got too close to you, whenever he was terrified to hurt the love of his life.
+ ˚ getting used to your touch
to add to the difficulties of the previous point, xiao will admit that your touch might be much easier to get used to than talking about his feelings and concerns.
in the first instance, you will take his rough hand into yours, tracing a single finger over the silent scars on his teared skin.
xiao will shiver, but you carried on with comforting circles on his flesh. his adams apple will bob harshly at every swallow when you placed his hand on your chest at last, on where your heart was located.
in midst of it all, his eyes were wide and glowing, focused on your faint heartbeat and archons, it made him want to protect you even more. it sounded so fragile and tiny underneath his palm.
his free hand you held onto too, intertwining your fingers and keeping him close, relaxing on each other.
it is easy to lose himself in you, to melt into you and seek you close. He was an overly clingy boyfriend, yet he was also oblivious to said fact.
but you did not mind it, his unwavering attention on you was flattering and made your heart flutter with consuming love.
xiao needed nothing but the best and you were here to give it to him, he slightly wiggled himself out of your hold to take your hand into his fully, drawing you closer to his lips to place a soft kiss on each of your knuckles.
one, two, three and four, savoring each kiss and worshipping your person alone.
+ ˚ conclusion and his karma
at last, you will watch his golden eyes and he will oblige to your gaze, the vulnerability laced around them was clear, xiao wanted to be good at this, to be a boyfriend that would make you happy and fulfilled.
even though he wasn't the greatest in searching for help, nor accepting it in the first place, he was ready to come clean with his emotions to you.
yes, it will take time, quite an impressive amount at that but he learned to trust you, after all you were there, right now, aiding him with his karma and handing him enough time to get comfortable with the newfound passion he experienced with you together as one.
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asherheed · 13 days
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a/n: happy bday to my fictional loml xiao tutu alatus my beloved
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when xiao dreams, he's always going down.
it doesn't matter whether he's suffocated by the ocean of his karmic debt, feeling its claws sink into his feet, pulling him under; or gravity wrapping its heavy arms around his body as he plummets from the sky, xiao is always spiraling downwards.
it makes him hate dreaming, opting to clear his mind from the sinking weight of drifting towards sleep. slaying monsters by the borders of liyue makes his body sing from nothing but exhaustion. their blood is on his hands but at least the stains on his skin distract him from the weariness in his bones.
when he can no longer evade sleep, his nightmares come to him like wolves, his arms and hands enclosed by black whips, chaining him to a never ending bad dream while he tries to break free.
it ceases when he sees you amidst the darkness.
you were light embodied, the moon while he wanders tirelessly in the frightening forest of his mind. you smile and he feels the constricting of his chest weaken, a rush of relief resting on his shoulders as he watches you approach his restrained position.
he whispers your name, and your eyes glow impossibly brighter at his voice. you rest your hand on his cheek and xiao closes his eyes, your touch a deliverance from his endless torment within. soft lips press against his and xiao pulls away, tenderly surprised.
when he wakes, the fatigue he knows so well never comes. licking his lips, he tastes the sweetness that lingers there.
as he gazes out to the sights atop wangshu inn, he can’t help but smile, feeling his mind go tranquil for a very long time.
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