#xiao fic

[sixosix]

Eee happy early birthday🎉🎊❤ As a fellow Xiao xiao lover I must request him. For his prompt, Xiao, sappy fluff and journal. 💕💕💕 -Sarah

a/n wc 1.1k! hi thank u so much! :D and ty for requesting xiao… the moml(main of my life)

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During your travels with him, Xiao frequently observed you gathering every flower in sight. It didn’t strike him as odd; other mortals liked doing strange, mundane activities he could never understand the point of. Whenever he sees you crouching and plucking a Silk Flower, he moves forward and knows you’ll catch up to him eventually. It was none of his business—he didn’t want you to stop if he pointed it out.

But today, it was raining hard. Branches swayed, leaves were ripped off their stems, and the wind whipped around dangerously. One misstep could lead to slipping and a nasty bruise.

He rushed you inside the nearest cave. You pair were stuck there for however-long, at least until the rain would stop. Thunderstorms didn’t bother him, but they would make you cold, and he was pained at the thought of you shivering uncomfortably. You and Xiao sat by the far corner of the cave, furthest from the entrance and the drops of freezing water. Could he try taking you with him if he materialized into Wangshu Inn? He didn’t want to risk it—it was too far, and he hadn’t tried taking anyone with him at such a distance before.

He felt his protective instincts flared when you shuddered against his side. Xiao’s chin brushed against the top of your head. “Y/N,” he said.

“I’m okay, Xiao. I promise!” You sneezed, then frowned at the gray sky. A leaf retaliated and flew into the cave, slapping you on the nose. Your face scrunched up as you peeled it off. “Ahh, I should’ve listened to you when you said it would rain!”

Xiao sighed. “It was my mistake to agree.”

“We’re both going to take responsibility, then.”

Xiao couldn’t ever say no anyway.

You pouted. Your lip was a little colored from the way you were biting it to hold in the shivering. “The day is almost ending, yet we’re stuck here! This is so unlucky…!”

“Did you want to collect your flowers?” he asked. The cave had some sprouting on its surface—Violetgrass rich in its lilac color—but it was too unsafe to try at the moment.

“My flowers?”

“You collect them when we travel.”

Your eyes brightened as you caught up. “Oh! Ah, yes, I do collect them sometimes!”

Xiao shifted, prepared to move. 

Your hand latched onto his wrist, lightning quick. He would’ve reacted badly if it had been anyone else—but it’s you. “Don’t leave me, though!” you exclaim, wide-eyed. “Just stay here, okay?”

“Ah…” Xiao, stunned and unsure of what to do with his hands, settled back to your side. “Okay.”

The rain stopped, but Xiao’s quick-as-a-woodpecker heartbeat didn’t.

“Are you experimenting with herbs?” Xiao asked.

You were startled from where you’d been walking ahead. You and Xiao fell asleep in the cave—mostly you, because Xiao was wide awake, gold eyes visible in the pitch-black darkness—and woke up to birds chirping and the beautiful sunset of Liyue spread over the grass smoothly. From when you’d woken up until Xiao gathered enough courage to ask, you haven’t spoken, most likely feeling the remnants of awkwardness from last night’s strangely intimate moment.

You blinked. “Ah…?”

“The flowers.”

“Oh!” You waved your hands rapidly. “No, nothing as good as that. I’m filling up a journal.”

“A journal,” Xiao repeated, unable to determine the relationship between a journal and the flowers.

“Mhm.” You bounded to the nearest tree and laid your bag on the protruding roots. “Come here, let me show you.”

It was bound by a loose string, bursting at the seams. Xiao carefully flipped through the thick pages, curiously taking in the dried flowers pressed against them. Some had no flowers but a strangely colored leaf or a detached feather.

But each entry had something in common—

Xiao took me to Qingyun Peak—it was breathtakingly beautiful. Everything was colored orange during the sunset. We soared up with the current and flew all the way to Juyeun Karst! You had taped Mint on the corner.

Xiao and I went to Mt. Lingmeng, and wow! It had these stone carvings spread throughout; I came across one and touched it when it shot me straight up the air! I felt so light; it was incredible. Xiao’s face when I disappeared from his view was funny, haha. He caught me when I landed. Two flowers, one on each side of the page, all dried up but still there.

—His name was in each one.

Xiao got severely injured when we ran into Fatui. I feel terrible. But he takes such good care of me. Nothing was attached to that page but dried blood on the parchment. Xiao remembered that day—you closed off and hid somewhere, guilty. You must have been writing.

“Your presence is never a burden. Never for me.” Xiao really says a lot of things. Does he even know what comes out of his mouth sometimes? There were just wet stains on the space after.

Xiao still couldn’t quite understand, but with the way you looked so hopeful gazing up at him… he thought he could at least understand that this journal was important to you. 

You didn’t have an entry from yesterday, which made sense: you barely got to do anything at all. Xiao decided he would make it up to you.

“Stay here and eat,” Xiao said and didn’t wait for an answer.

He returned a few minutes later, eyes narrowed and hands cupped by his chest.

Emboldened by his idea, Xiao eagerly awaited you to notice what was nestled in his palms—an offering. How strange—an Adeptus presenting a gift to a mortal, yet nothing else has ever felt as right.

You blinked curiously, mouth agape. And then laughed.

Xiao wilted. “Did I misunderstand?”

You scooped up the crystalfly and beamed at him, rivaling the beauty of the moonlight behind you. Xiao had to squint. “No, Xiao!” you said, delighted. “No, no. This is just—this is so sweet!”

Xiao clicked his tongue. “Is it really unlike me?”

“No, I’m sorry,” you laughed, moving closer until your noses brushed. Xiao sucked in a breath, looking anywhere else but the pure delight on your face, feeling a little too warm. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s a little funny, though. I was expecting flowers, too, but I guess you wouldn’t be conventional about this, either.”

“You like it,” Xiao said, though it was fumbling for assurance.

“Of course I do, Xiao! It’s from you, after all.”

He nodded, pleased. Xiao felt like he could slice Teyvat in half. 

His mind wandered to ways of enriching your collection. A chip of a hilichurl’s mask? Or a delicate slice of wood for every newfound tree? Perhaps blades of grass Xiao would gather as you rolled around on it? With every journey, your journal grew thick, yet Xiao remained the focal point of your entries—nothing else seemed as fitting.

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[dand-elle-ion]

Redamancy

(n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full

With: Xiao

Words: 800

Genre: Fluff, and some amount of soft angst

Note: My compensation for the soul punching archon quest, so spoiler alert for 2.7

Soft lips brush against his own, gently, lingering; savouring every little touch, every little sensation. Almost delicately, afraid that if you pull away for even just a second, you’ll lose him.

“Breathe…”

Xiao’s hand on your waist tightens a little, as if to get you back to consciousness. “Y/N, breathe,” he murmurs softly.

You pull back a little, looking somehow dazed down upon his golden eyes that are mustering you with such tenderness in them your heart wrenches.

After the recent events in the chasm - being trapped somewhere between time and space, the illusions, …Xiao’s sacrifice for all of you – it is safe to say that you didn’t leave his side for some time after that.

In fact, neither did he.

Therefore, today you’ve contrived to wander down the path near Wangshu Inn; even if it would be just for a couple of hours, you wanted to spend this time with him, focus on what you have, treasure what you nearly lost.

You’ve chosen a somewhat tranquil spot near the water, to settle down for a while. Both of you lying on the soft grass, your elbow supporting your body as you try to focus on Xiao’s eyes that are looking up to you now.

He lifts his hands to brush some strand of hair behind your ear. “Your heart is racing too fast.”

You chuckle lightly. “Can you blame me?”

Your eyes travel over his features; from the gold of his eyes, over the darksome skin beneath them to the still not yet completely healed wounds on his cheek and around.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Gently you lean down a little to place a kiss on his wounded cheek. “I’m just glad you’re here,” you mumble, giving him half of a smile.  

Xiao eyebrows furrow. “If it’s about what happened in the chasm- “

Again you bend down to kiss him, this time, though, on his lips, surprising him a little. But nevertheless, he responds almost immediately.

You try to savour this feeling, to remain in this moment with him, you really do, but your mind keeps bringing back short and sharp images from the day before. Especially the crucial moment when Xiao decided what he had to do. The determined look on his face, the sheer panic you felt when the anemo barrier appeared, and you tried to reach for him, to stop him, to do anything - but he was already gone.

Or rather, you were already gone while Xiao was facing his verdict, swallowed by the darkness beneath.  The horror when you realized what had happened, what you lost without even the chance of a goodbye.

You hold him even closer now, kisses turning somehow longer and relentless, feeling every despairing emotion.

At some point Xiao feels sudden wetness upon your cheeks, unconsciously some tears have slipped out of your eyes.

Right away he is sitting up, pulling you with him so you are now sitting face to face. Xiao tilts his head a little, clearly shocked when he realises what effects his past actions still have on you.

“I can’t completely comprehend your demeanor,” he admits and cups your face with his hands, brushing away the tears. “Everything turned out fine, didn’t it?”

“I almost lost you. Of course I’m a little emotional.”

A line appears between his brows, while he studies your face. “This is my purpose - to protect. It always was and always will be. No matter the consequences.”

You press your lips together, an icy but burning feeling forming in your chest. “Xiao…,” you say softly. “You think you’re doomed to die in the place of someone else, that it’s an honourable way to go by sacrificing yourself – weather it’s for Liyue or the people you cherish most. But the people who cherish you, who love you, they don’t want you to go. Especially not that way.”

You lean forward, enough so your foreheads are touching. Then you take a deep, somewhat shaky breath. “I know this mentality is widely established in you, but… Xiao, I couldn’t live a life without you in it. I couldn’t imagine – I don’t want to imagine it.”

You feel his kiss against your forehead, causing you to close your eyes in devotion; then he bends down to meet your lips.

Xiao isn’t particularly a man of words, moreover for him, no right words exist to express his emotions, his sentiments. Or maybe it is also because both of you know, that in the end his mindset would remain, nonetheless.

Arms wrapped completely around him you hold him close to you, feeling the warmth of his skin, the beating of his heart.

“I love you so much. I hope you know that,” you mumble, brushing your lips together, lingering for another moment.

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[heavenfelll]

Lessons in Love

Kaeya x Fem!Reader, Childe x Fem!Reader, Xiao x Fem!Reader || NSFW || Angst || Love Triangle || Finished ||

Chapter 1/Intro

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

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[elixrr]

Xiao x Reader - a drabble on love.

ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ, ᴡʜᴏ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴏ ɪ ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɴᴏᴡ.

➳❥ - no dialogue, just simple descriptions of a quiet, starry night spent with xiao.

The moon hangs over the night sky, and you are illuminated with the wonders of the night lights. Tonight isn’t special; it's simply like any other night, but you're here, Xiao's here, and it's peaceful. No words are exchanged between either one of you. It's a quiet night created and built to listen to the steady and rampant heartbeats of lovers. It's a silent night made for the midnight snores and late laughter of lovers who've awakened and been awake. Neither of you pays much mind, for nobody else lays on the roof of the inn.

A fair combination of yellow and white glow against your skin, and Xiao can't help but steer his eyes towards you. Love, he feels, is terrifying in the ways it can manipulate and capture his mind, seeping into each crack and crevice of his heart. The way his love for you sways and controls his lungs and how he breathes— it's abnormal. It's strange, and at first, he wanted it all out, for Xiao had wished to keep away from all that could strip him of his focused duties, but it crept in closer and took him by the hand, much like you do during those spontaneous starry days where the sun shines, yet you shone brighter in comparison.

That's you, simply. It's always you. You, the one who always catches his attention. You, the one who replaces the dull sun with a true, grounded star. You're special, you're different, and not because of the way you look. It's not just the hand that interlocks with his on evil nights full of comfort for karma; it's not the clothes you carry that sway around your hips and your arms, nor is it your silky, velvet sleeves that drag with the wind. You're simply special. You stand out to him far more than any person that any society norm could deem beautiful. He couldn't care less about how wide or thin your hips are; he doesn't even think once on what shape your face has taken. He never paid mind to the weight you carry, mental or physical. Xiao sees you for more than who you appear to be. He sees you as who you've shown him; he sees you as the one he loves, and that's all that will ever matter in his eyes.

Xiao used to dream of joining his friends. He used to dream of the delicate cottons and fabrics of the afterlife that he could feel when he sees his friends, albeit he might only see them once after death and never again— if that promised haven of peace, tranquility, and love is a promise that is honest and true. If not, that would've been fine for him, too, for he feels he wouldn't ever deserve the taste of a heaven. Xiao, simply, dreamed of dying. He wished to die a warrior, much like the rest of the yaksha. In his eyes, he had nothing to lose before. Rex Lapis is no longer the archon, and the people of Liyue don't seem to need him around anymore, so why bother?

But, he realizes that is no longer the case.

If he were to die, he would lose you. Not only that, but Xiao is bitterly familiar with the poisons of guilt, shame, and sorrow after losing someone he loves. He can't bear to imagine your tears or your sobbing if he were to give his life up for what he deemed as freedom. Besides, he is constantly reminded on quiet nights such as these that he has nearly achieved that complete freedom. Not freedom from his duties, not freedom from his karma, but freedom from loneliness. Ever since you arrived, Xiao has gained friends, he has a slight following, and he, ultimately, has you— and you are everything to him. There are rare times when he won't even think about Rex Lapis when it comes to you. Xiao has set his subconscious priorities straight, even if he hasn't realized it.

Even when years come to pass, even when decades and late centuries take over peaceful days like these, Xiao will never forget you. He will continue to cherish you long after your death, though he prays that the day will never come. Xiao, back before meeting you, would've only hung his head low for your family and friends if your death had passed and reached his ears. But now? He's afraid that he'll never be able to let you go— he may revert to consulting Hu Tao constantly so she could check and see if you'd still remain that ghostly realm of hers.

Xiao's hand twitches at the thought. He realized that he may end up mourning far more from your death than his own God's. He has never been vocal about his anxieties, but you're well aware that he'll sacrifice the whole world and even himself just to keep you alive and well. He recalls a time when you were bedridden, sickly, and in pain from a virus. You never allowed him inside your room during that, but he nearly cried himself to death, begging to the Gods and Celestia that you would come out of that room some day, alive, living, and free. During his nightly visits outside of your bedroom door, you would talk to him in spite of your coughs and sore throat. You would tell him about a particular northern star that shines into your bedroom window at the darkest midnight hour and how, when you recovered, you would love to see it closer on the roof with him.

Funnily enough, those words were spoken exactly one year ago from this day, and here you are. Northern star in view, galaxies hanging above, and you lay here on the roof with Xiao.

Tonight isn’t special; it was never supposed to be. But somehow, with you being here, Xiao being here, and with the moon illuminating the scenery around you two, it's safe to say that tonight and perhaps every night always ends up as a special occasion. He looks over at you. You're asleep, and you have the faintest smile on your lips, and it contaminates his with a smile of his own.

Maybe every night is a special occasion, long as it's spent with you.

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[mistachesme]

Moments he finds you beautiful:

Sparring makes childe lose control. His focus usually zeroing on his opponents weakness. But they are moments that throws him off... Like right now. The way you look so irresistible as you frantically think of a way to defeat him. It suddenly hits him that you are beautiful when you take him seriously during a battle. The feral look on your face makes his heart race quicker. And he wonders if it would make you mad when he pins you to the ground and claim your tempting lips with his.

There's so many things that zhongli treasures so dearly. The memories, liyue and then there's you. He's convinced that you are a finest art, the most precious gem of all who radiates so much beauty. However, he loves you the best in the comfort of his home - a warm cup of tea in your hand, your giddy smile and the loving eyes that bore into his. And, he selfishly drinks in the sight of you as he murmurs how beautiful you look.

Be it your wish or a mere whim, xiao sees it done in a heartbeat. You got him wrapped around your finger there's no denying that. However, you are reckless and that's partly why he is constantly worried about you. There's something about you resting your head on his lap as you sleep. He gently massages your head, watching your peaceful expression. You look so vulnerable and so at ease when you fall asleep in his presence. He finds you pretty like this and he would never let anything happen to you.... Not even a nightmare.

You are so easy to read and it amuses ayato so much. He could almost hear the thumping of your heart when he teases you about something, watching you stutter in embarassment. The sight is so pleasing to him. And he never wishes someone other than him witnessing such a pretty sight. He takes pride over the fact that only he gets to do that and no one can.

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[phyot]

Who r u again?

xiao x female!reader

status: finished

genre: strangers to lovers; social media au; crack;

summary: [name] spends every summer since 9th grade at her best friend's house which is in another country. She also helps her in one of the local bubble tea shop. One day she met a random costumer and things started going uphill after that.

Cw: cursing, maybe a BIT angsty,

note: i'm horrible at naming chapters I'm so sorry, also [name] will sometimes be called y/n just so you know

taglist is open

characters: xiaos friends | [name]s friends

chapters

❥ 1. yall really forgot ab me

❥2. no you didn't

❥ 3. he stil lives here??

❥ 4. so dinner?

❥ 5. total blackout

❥ 6. nwyagb

❥ 7. how bad was it

❥ 8. xiaoyn project

❥ 9. shitty pickup lines and stuff

❥ 10. wanna hangout

❥ 11. do you like me?

❥ 12. so its a date

❥ 13. You lost Tao's car?

❥ 14. Lost car pt 2

❥ 15. double smiley

❥ 16. papa's ass

❥ 17. name's in a band???

❥ 18. date 2.0

❥ 19. name?

❥ 20. slay soul sister

❥ 21. flying back?

❥ 28. tv girl

❥ 22. please drink some bleach

❥ 23. bffr

❥ 24. goodbyes

❥ 25. slay fr

❥ 26. bbg

❥ 27. broski

❥ 28. tv girl

❥ 29. rejected <3

❥ 30. god complex

❥ 31. 2 weeks

❥ 32. we're over, fr this time

❥ 33. Clown

❥ 34. FINAL PART!!

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[dreamerinthemoonlight]

A Nightmare Thrice Cursed

This is take two. I deleted the last one because I refuse to put out subpar work and the first draft certainly was. I’m a bit more confident this time. And I’m not so tired and frustrated that I can’t reread it before posting. And honestly it's still not my greatest work

Summary: You have a nightmare and Xiao is therefore you when you wake up

Word Count: 689

CW/TW: Blood, violence, not-death, hurt/comfort, nightmares (ya know, the fun stuff)

Xiao/Fem!Reader

Lighting flashes against a flat pewter sky. You stand beneath it, statue still, heedless of the damp hair that clings to your face or the rainwater that drips from your nose. 

Weather ceased to matter the moment you drew your sword.

Perhaps it was fate, or at least well deserved, having the yaksha you love and a handful of Millelith come for your head. You were the one who opened the treasure. A treasure that was thrice warded, thrice warned, and now, thrice cursed.

The first curse was pain, akin to a thousand strikes of lightning as a mindless abomination stole control over your body. You didn’t even have time to call Xiao’s name.

The second curse made itself known as the new occupant of your body rampaged. Men, women, children, it didn’t matter to the monster you unleashed. Blood covered the Guili Plains from the Dihua Marsh to the statue of the Seven just outside of the Harbor. Of the many voices crying out for help, yours was the most fervent, and likely the most unheard.

After the bloodbath, it was inevitable that the Conqueror of Demons came for your life. In truth, your heart leapt at the sight of your lover’s masked visage. What you couldn’t have known is that the thunder was an omen.

You were forced to draw your sword, the very one gifted by the Yaksha when you first got together, and use it against him.

The battle raged on. The Millelith fell quickly. The battle between an ancient demon and an equal ancient Adeptus proved to be too much for them to keep up.

Several hours later, the fight has come to an end and you’re still alive. Alive, free, and cursed a third time--this time, with loss.

You should have lost your head. Very few fight a Yaksha to the death and live to tell about it. Certainly you shouldn’t have even if you really wanted to. You were begging to have the love of your life to free you, even at the cost of your life. 

Instead, your blade pierces his heart. 

You yank your sword out of his chest, dropping it so you can catch Xiao’s limp body.

His blood stains your shirt. You push his bangs out of his face, watching as the last light leaves the eyes of Liyue’s last Yaksha. Still, you can’t help but plead. “Please, please, please. Xiao. Don’t leave me. I didn’t mean to.”

“...Xiao.” 

“Y/N!”

Your eyes fly open and you suck in a burning breath. “Xiao, you---you were gone. I-I---”

“I’m right here. Take a deep breath. In and out, in and out.”

The golden eyed Yaksha guides you through a breathing exercise until he’s satisfied with the rhythm of your breathing. 

Once your breathing has settled, you curl into a ball, pressing as close to Xiao as the physical laws of the world will allow. The tears that have been prickling your eyes spill over.

Xiao holds you while you sob, rubbing small circles on your back. 

The light of a nearby flash of lightning surrounds you, immediately followed by the roar of thunder. You flinch, trying to hide from the sounds that accompanied Xiao’s dreamland death. 

The Yaksha pushes you back so that he can wipe your tears and see your expression properly. “What was it this time?”

Once you would have turned away to deal with the aftermath of a particularly bad nightmare yourself, but you’ve lost count of how many times Xiao has helped you through these, so you’re forthcoming in your explanation. Or as forthcoming as you can be around hiccups and another round of tears.

When you’re finished, Xiao pulls you close again. “I wouldn’t do that to you. As much as I would hate to hurt you, I wouldn’t let a demon steal your body like that. I owe that much to the wonderful woman who dares to love a Yaksha. I would free you.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. But I don’t think you’d open the treasure to start with.”

“Probably not,” you mumble into his chest.

“Now rest. Let me chase your demons away.”

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[arroelin]

— how they react when you leave for a long trip

characters: xiao, childe

genre: fluff

<why do I always end up writing for the same characters… ANYWAYS, finally kinda free from finals so I wrote this. hope you guys enjoy :))>

XIAO settles amidst the blanket of deep blue that drapes over liyue which does little to dim the city’s brightness, and he looks down at the yellow street lanterns that illuminate the path outside wangshu inn.

when mundane conversation no longer echoes in the air and the last stranger’s shadow fades from underneath the lights, only then does he muster up the courage to slip down from the balcony above.

your eyes dart to him, and he doesn’t miss the way they light up just a bit. “I was wondering when you would show up,” you say without missing a beat.

“you knew I was here?” he asks, not bothering to conceal the surprise in his voice.

“not really,” you admit, your lips lifting in a sheepish smile. “just knew you wouldn’t let me leave without saying something.”

xiao blinks because he doesn’t have anything particular to say, yet the thought of watching you leave from a distance hadn’t crossed his mind even once.

“it’s only for a couple of weeks.” the words slip before he has time to think– words that were more for himself than for you. even still, they resonate in the night air; cold and defensive. xiao freezes, and before a messy apology could form on his tongue, he feels your hand slip into his.

“even if it’s only a couple of weeks,” you shrug.

the way your eyes never stray from his’ for even a moment has him weak, yet he couldn’t bring himself to tear his gaze away. he focuses on the weight of your hand in his and mumbles the only words he could muster at the moment, “don’t get into trouble.”

you laugh and xiao feels you squeeze his hand lightly, “you too.”

he selfishly wants to stay like this, but he knows you’ve wasted enough time here. so he nods, offering you a rare smile before letting your hand fall from his, “I’ll see you soon.”

CHILDE stands in the eye of the hurricane, and he despises the way the storm that had been swirling around him the entire morning in a packing frenzy doesn’t seem to want to acknowledge his presence.

before he can reason with the more sensible side of himself, the sight of you hoisting your bag onto your shoulders has him stumbling past you for the front door, because he’s convinced that it’s a last-ditch effort to grab your attention.

he plasters a large smile on his face and leans against the doorframe, planting himself in the middle of the walkway, “whoa there, where are you going?”

“work trip,” you answer quickly as you rummage distractedly through the papers in your hands, checking it for the nth time. he frowns and opens his mouth to pry, but when your eyes glance up and settle on his’ for the first time this morning, his mind blanks.

“c’mon, you know this,” you say gently. “I’ll be back in a couple of weeks.”

childe ignores the way your eyes flicker to the clock on the wall. “I swear you said it was tomorrow,” he muses, furrowing his brows in mock confusion. “actually, didn’t you mention that it was next week?”

“nope,” you say as you lay a hand on his cheek and offer him a quick smile before lightly pushing past him through the doorway, “today.”

he freezes, his face burning with the retreating warmth of your touch. and somewhere in the back of his mind, he knows he’s an absolute asshole for this, but it only takes two large strides before he has your hand grasped tightly in his.

childe’s completely out of excuses so without warning, he pulls you close. when he feels you slowly wrap your arms around him, he lets out a sigh of relief.

“I really have to go,” you chuckle lightly against his chest. he nods into your hair before pulling away, a teasing smile splitting across his face, “if you forget to write to me, I’ll personally track you down and join you on that trip of yours.”

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[rainswept]

Xiao + pink rose?

🕊️ — 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 ✰

✧ — your kisses trail over xiao’s body. he lets out soft breaths, his golden eyes wide and pupils slightly dilated. his mouth stays slightly agape. your hands hold his frame with such tender fragility, as if he were to shatter like glass if you pushed any harder. his eyes flutter closed. he doesn’t know how to handle it.

“thank you, xiao.” you murmur praises and horrible, achingly sincere, words of admiration and downright devotion with every kiss. “i love you.” first, his forehead, then his nose, cheek, jawline, down his neck. “i love you, no matter what.”

“i love you, too.”

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flower language drabble — 100 words.

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[dopaminedumpster]

XIAO | you planned on wallowing by yourself but he stayed with you

xiao x gn!reader

sfw, hurt/comfort (mostly comfort)

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he finds you alone on the roof of the wangshu inn, where you're pretending to stargaze. but stargazing is too romantic of a term. it’s more like you’re staring blankly at the half dead leaves where they obscure the muddy sky from your eyes.

he's usually the one to tell you he doesn’t need help, but this time the roles are reversed. he asks “what can i do” and you know he would do it, if there was something to do, but there’s “nothing.” a whisper of wind, and he’s gone.

a moment later – he’s back at your side, laying down next to you on the cold tiles of the roof. a soft blanket settles over you. it smells like him. “okay. i’ll be here.” and it’s all you need to feel less alone. he doesn’t need the warmth but he presses ever so slightly closer when you spread half the blanket over him, and time passes, until your hand reaches out and he curls his fingers around yours and squeezes back gently, until eventually you’re curled up on his chest, asleep.

i’m here, i’m here, i’m here, his heartbeat reminds you.

when you wake in the morning you’re in a soft bed and there are no imprints of the roof tiles on your body but his love for you is etched into every inch of his being. he’s still with you. your heart is warmer than his gentle fingers against your cheek, and the morning light is almost as sweet as the soft kisses he presses into your lips.

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[arakuki]

WHAT GRUDGE ? ⇢ 001 !!

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yn and xiao have hated eachother for the most part of the year over a stupid grudge, so it’s a bad idea for the two of them to work together. right?

an: timestamps r irrelevant for this fic bcos timelines suck :) this is also pooey for a first chapter but uuhhh whatvs :P

taglist ; @harginger @iaetherballs @tbhbee

copyright © arakuki do not repost anywhere thnx

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[dand-elle-ion]

Genshin + When you get injured

With: Xiao

Words: 1,3k

Warnings: Blood, injuries, slight angst

Note: The reader is Gender Neutral, enjoy :)

Albedo ver. I Kazuha ver. I Scaramouche ver.

The left side of your shirt is already soaked in blood, leaving a nasty smell of metal in your nose. Though, the wound isn’t deep at all, it stings like a bitch and just wouldn’t stop bleeding.

Wangshu Inn - now more than ever, making you feel like a safe haven – towers mesmerizing and mighty as usual above you.

You made it. Finally.

Pulling the jacket tighter around your upper body to cover the blood, you decide to avoid the stairs for your own sake and thank Celestia that Huai’an had built the elevator instead.

Upstairs Verr Goldet is occupying her usual place behind the counter, greeting you with a welcoming smile, when she notices you approaching.

“Y/N, welcome back,” she says. “Was your journey successful?”

You take some steps closer to her, subtly supporting yourself with your hand placed against the outer counter. “Fortunately, it was, yes. Though, they gave me a hard time.” You glance towards the balcony. “Has he already arrived?”

Xiao.

If he has already returned from his own trip, you could immediately scrap trying to avoid him. There is no chance he out of all people wouldn’t notice your injuries.

“No, I haven’t seen him since last morning, when you both embarked on your travels. But, Y/N, you should get some rest. You look rather pale.”

Excellent. That means you have free space to patch yourself up with the medicines Xiao has stored in his, well, now kinda your shared room.

“Y/N? Still there?”

You blink surprised, you didn’t notice how you were already zooming out. So, to not get any more attention you smile apologetically at the woman. “Yeah, haha, sorry. Just a little tired. I’ll get my rest now, don’t worry.”

Unfortunately taking the stairs up to your room appears to be quiet a defiance. Though there aren’t a lot of steps, you couldn’t help but hiss painfully when you move.

Step after step you slowly reach the right floor, sneaking to your room.

Inside you check once again his absence, just to be sure, before you gather some medicinal stuff and lock yourself inside the bathroom.

The reason for your secrecy, the reason why you hadn’t called Xiao’s name was simple: He was a worried man, actually the most worried you know. And giving it was barely a scratch it isn’t worth to trouble him and feed his distress even more.

Only that when you take off your jacket and pull up your shirt you register, it may not be that small of a wound.

“Oh, shit.”

These treasure hoarders sure did a better job than you judged them for. It was kind of a stupid accident, which could have been avoided if you had been a tight bit more careful. But what’s done is done, your leaking blood is clear evidence for that

“Y/N?”

Oh no. No, no, not yet. Realllllly not the best timing, love.

“Y/N, are you in there?” Xiao’s voice comes from the other side of the bathroom door.

“Y-yes, it’s me,” you exclaimed in slight panic. “I’ll be out in a minute.”

The smell of the remedy used for disinfection stings in your nose. Leaning against the wall for support, you hesitate for just a second before you pour the liquid over the wound.

For a moment you nearly black out from the pain, gasping for air. But the next moment you immediately clasp your hand over your mouth when you register what you’ve just done.

A gush of winds and golden eyes are already roaming over your whole body, widening when they see the blood. Then narrowing once they fly back up to yours.

“Is it that hard to ask for help?”

You stare at him for a few seconds, until a sudden feeling of guilt overcomes you. You bend your head a little, avoiding his gaze.

“I just…” you blink a few times to focus your sudden blurry getting vision. “- need some of…of your bandages… please?”

You straighten yourself a bit, trying to grab the wall for support, but instead there is Xiao’s arm instead, holding you firmly.

Without saying anything else he slips a hand under your legs and another behind your back, picking you up easily.

The next thing you know, you are already sitting on the bed. Xiao vanishes and returns a few times more before getting back to your side.

With a clenched jaw he spreads some of the medicine around the bed. His cold gaze nearly sends shivers down your spine, but not once does he look at you.

“It’s nothing! Just a scratch, I promise it looks a lot worse than it is,” you try to lighten up the tensed mood, smiling loosely as if your body doesn’t feel like it’s on fire.

Xiao remains silence. Lips pressed to a thin line, he examines your wound, the disinfection leaking alongside with some blood.

“No stitches needed, see? It’s all fine!”

He gives you a hard look. Clearly not approving of your humour.

“Cut the crap and tell me what happened,” he demands.

In contrast to his sharp voice and dark eyes, his hands are extremely soft while he is tending your injury.

Your eyes follow his hands, while your mind starts feeling a little cloudier. “I was… They came out of nowhere. Treasure hoarders, I mean,” you explain, your voice coming out a lot weaker than you anticipated. “I reacted too late.”

“Why didn’t you call me? Why?”

You don’t answer for some moments. Causing him to snap his eyes to you, and that is when you notice the amount of utter concern and… fear that he is looking at you with.

“There wasn’t… I thought-“your voice cracks a little. Nothing but a mere whisper escapes your lips. “It was just a cut…”

Xiao regards you for a moment longer, eyes lingering on yours. “Foolish mortal,” he mutters but his tone has softened.

Then his focus is back on your injury. Brows furrowed deeply he takes the bandages and soaks it with some liquid you don’t know.

“This might sting a little...”

"It’s fine, you've got a gentle touch,” you replay, making him scoff in return.

Maybe your body is numb already, maybe it’s just Xiao’s skill or his mere presence that makes the pain more bearable. But you remain quiet and hold still while he bandages up your torso, making sure it’s not too tight but still doing its job.

After he is done, he remains still for a while, his glassy gaze locked onto your bandages. It is exactly then when you notice that his hands are slightly trembling.

Of course, you think, he had returned home only to find his love locked in the bathroom, covered in their own blood, and gasping out of pain.

He has always feared for your life, your mortal life which is so much more fragile than his own. He had literally stumbled upon one of his nightmares.

Of course he was shaken.

Careful you lift one hand, softly striking a hairstreak out of his worried eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Xiao lifts his gaze to look at you. “What were you thinking? You could have killed yourself.”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered again. As there was nothing other you could say in the moment.

Xiao lets himself rest against your body, hiding his face in your neck. “Don’t ever do that again.”

“I won’t. Promised”

A tired sight escapes him. “Stay in bed today.”

“I’m not that-“

“Please.” Xiao musters you with such intense emotions in his eyes that your protests halter.

“Alright,” you breathe. “But… can you stay with me?”

Careful not to accidently hurt you, he reaches his fingers out to strike gently through your hair

“Always.”

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[elixrr]

Simpy Xiao One-Shot

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Semi-ooc Xiao x GN!Reader

Synopsis... Xiao confesses his love to you. A brainrot that's been rotting my brain, but it's just Xiao trying his best with you to confess, but fails and succeeds in the same time.

Author's note... Xiao has been occupying my brain since 2021. This is not okay, but I'm not complaining bc I love Xiao from the bottom of my idiot heart <3

Warnings... None, really. Just tooth-rotting fluff from stupidly cute brainrots I've had of him (mwahahahahhaa) oh, but also angst if you squint just hard enough that your eyes are quite literally closed. Oh, and a mini argument :')

“Xiao,” he heard you. He heard you— your voice, it rings within his head, from side to side to kiss on both his ears. Your voice was always meaningful to him. He could almost get lost in it, the way the syllables would be spelled out so greatly from you like a—

“Xiao?” You spoke once more, louder and clearer than before. Ah. He got lost in the thought of you again. Swiftly, with a flashy smoke of teal and black, he arrived right by your side, where he wanted to stay.

“You called?” Despite his words, he already knew why you called. It's always for the same reasons. To spend time with him. To do things with him. To be with him.

“Of course I did. What days do I not?”

Xiao tried to recount the days in which you've never even uttered his name. How many years ago was that? It's almost astounding how many years you've been friends with him at this point.

But it's almost as astonishing that he hasn't even confessed his love for you yet.

But never mind that, Xiao cleared his hazy mind full of fond memories with you, who replaces every other memory of his karmic debt, the agonizing presence of death that continues to pry at his sanity each passing day.

But you replenish all of that. His lost dreams, his lost hopes, and his lost world. You returned all of that to him, replenished and renewed. You, it's always you. You, who—

“Xiao, is something the matter?” You tangled his hair around your finger. The closeness had his face flushed with the pink of a peony. “You've been quite out of it lately.”

“I– I'm..?” Fine. Fine is what he wanted to say. But the words died down in his throat. All he could focus on was your features up close. You've been his friend for so long, but it's rare for you to get close to him, let alone come into contact with him. He's nervous, not just because physical contact with him is outright dangerous, but because you're just– just to close to him, and you don't even pay an ounce of attention to that. You're toying with his hair so naturally, as if it's nothing special, like it's nothing out of the ordinary— like you two were dating.

Oh, what a fantasy that would be. Xiao's hand intertwined with yours, laying in a field of grass and blooming flowers, you blabbering on about anything and everything, just like you always do. But this time, maybe you'd hug him. Run a finger or a few through his hair. Maybe you'd even kiss him. Or even do that thing that humans would do on the occasion out in the open, that thing called “cuddling”. Xiao blushes at the thought. You're already so close to him, but if you were even closer, arms wrapped around him, snuggled oh-so close? He could hardly take the thought without feeling weak to the knees.

“You're...? Okay, so, you're clearly not fine, if you were going to say that. So, here. Sit down with me, you can tell me what's happening in that restless life you've got there.” You, with a soft and low voice, whispered into his ear.

“O– Okay.” Xiao sat himself down right next to you, albeit a little closer than he intended, but still close nonetheless. Damnit, he hopes deep down and past his adeptal bones that you don't suspect a thing about him liking you.

“Alright, so something is up. If you're comfortable, you can tell me. I'm all ears.”

“Your invitation is tempting,” Xiao weens with an internal scoff, all while slipping his gaze elsewhere. “But I can't tell you anything.”

“You shouldn't need to know that I...” Ah. He let that part slip out. Albeit in a blushful whisper, but he could only pray to Rex Lapis that you didn't actually hear that.

Oh, but of course you did.

“Well, we've been friends for, like, forever! Or, uh, my forever, but you get the gist of it. Xiao, if something's wrong, you know you could tell me, I—”

“BUT WHAT IF I JUST CAN'T TELL YOU?!”

Xiao bellowed at you, having you flinch at the sudden response. That was unintentional, as told by the way he covered his mouth with his hand and the way his golden wide eyes would stare at you, heavy with guilt.

“Oh. Well, if you can't tell me, then I shouldn't pry on it. Sorry about that.”

“I– no, I should apologize. I didn't... mean to..”

Woah, wait. What's going on?

Xiao got quiet. The words, once more, were killed down his throat. He needed to get out of there quickly. But he couldn't teleport— he couldn't think of where to go at that moment, he envisioned a scornful look on your face when you stared at him. Do you hate him now? Will you suddenly give up on him? He just can't accept that, not after he found out that he was in love. He can't go back now, he realizes. He can't be used to the cold loneliness anymore, you've become a part of his life, a major part, he can't let go now! Why, oh why?! Why did he–

“Hey. Shh. Xiao, hey. I'm not mad, I'm not upset.”

Xiao opened his eyes. Everything was glassy and blurred. He rubbed his eyes— tears stained his gloves. Was he crying? In front of you? He tried to turn away, but then he felt your arms wrap around him delicately, like he was as fragile as glass. How could he escape now? You enveloped him in your arms, and he knows it's obvious that he's calmed down after that.

“Please... Don't go. Don't leave yet, I— I love you too much to let you go.”

He didn't mean for that last part to slip out, but even so, he nearly fell unconscious under your arms, feeling them squeeze around him as he confessed. Still. Of all times, why now? Why, when he's most vulnerable in your arms?

“It's okay, it's okay. You know, I love you too. I always have, but I never guessed those feelings were returned.” You took his hand in yours and smiled, looking into his soft, loving, yet teary eyes.

“Of course they were returned. I loved you for so long, I... didn't even know it.” Xiao's eyes stared back into yours, your tender eyes full of honesty. His hand squeezing yours slightly, a gesture to show that all his words were true. He watched your other hand wipe his remaining tears away, and he smiled.

Xiao smiled for you.

“Then... May I?” Xiao's face flushed a bright rosey red, seeing you inch closer and closer to him, filling in the gap of air that lay between you two.

Xiao stuttered, his heart screamed yes, but his head was going into overdrive and he didn't know what to say. Even if he did, there's no way he could form a sentence now.

But you waited. Your lips, slightly parted, were only centimeters from his own, awaiting his consent.

“P– please. Do so.”

And you crashed your lips into his, and as if roses bloomed beneath you both in place of the Inn's roof, he was dropped into eternal bliss.

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[teyvatdreams]

the yaksha’s wish

summary: when the strong yakshas who protected liyue begin to fall victim to their karmic debt, you decide to leave behind the ones who survived. it isn’t until 500 years later that you realize you aren’t the last yaksha alive.

pairing: xiao x yaksha!reader (kinda)

word count: 1.8k

note: basically a story that gives xiao at least a little bit of peace with what happened to the other yakshas

warnings: angst, mentions of death but nothing graphic, not a happy ending

you had a family once.

it was a long time ago, though. in a different period of time, a different liyue, it almost seemed like a different life time.

a yaksha brought to life to protect liyue from the horrid aftermath of the archon war, you never expected to feel love of any sort. you weren’t here to love, you were here to purge evil. you dedicated your life to this.

you considered your friends a found family of sorts. you were all known as the strongest yakshas and spent a considerable amount of time together. being with them made you forget about the demons you had to slay, the pain that coursed throughout your body; it all seemed to disappear. even if just for a moment, you were thankful.

having this bond, albeit short-lived, made everything hurt worse.

the fall of the strongest yaksha’s was expected, but it still felt like it happened too fast. the karmic debt you all faced everyday was wearing you down, there was no denying that. they could only hide the loss of memory and sanity for so long.

the day bonanus and manogias slain one another was the day everything changed. you had never expected your friends to turn on each other to the point of dying. even indarias was driven to madness. in such a short time, you had lost three of the people you held closest to your heart.

out of fear, you decided to depart from the remaining yakshas, alatus and bosacius. you feared that one day you would snap and hurt one of them, and it weighed heavy on your heart. alatus was the only one you spoke to about your plans.

“then where do you plan to go?” his voice is strained, almost hurt in a way. you feel a pang of guilt in your chest.

“i’m not exactly sure yet,” you sigh, sitting on the ground, looking down on liyue. such a beautiful nation, you think. i truly hope they will be okay without our protection.

alatus sits next to you. “you don’t have to leave,” he says softly. “i have faith that we will be okay.”

“you don’t know that, alatus,” you reply, voice shaking from emotion. “manogias and bonanus turned on each other, killed each other… it was so sudden, too…”

alatus is quiet.

“bosacius is already is poor health,” you point out. “do you think we’ll meet the same fate?”

“i don’t know,” alatus says. “i feel like all of my memories are still intact. i feel the same way i always have.”

you stand up again. alatus follows. “maybe i’ll return. maybe someday soon, maybe in a hundred years… maybe never.” you say. “but i hope to see you again, alatus.”

you spent the next 500 years in solitude. you would speak to the people you ran into, but most of the time, it was just you. you had found peace in your own company, spending most of your time collecting herbs to make your own medicine so the pain from the karmic debt was tolerable.

but, you always stayed close to liyue. even if it was just the outskirts of the nation, you were always close by just in case. one day you had finally decided to travel further away, planning to visit one of the neighboring nations, but you felt as if something was pulling you back to liyue. something was wrong. as fast as you could, you tried to find what was causing this horrific feeling deep inside you. eventually, you were lead to the chasm.

the millelith surrounded the area, fighting against monsters coming from deep within. your instincts kicked in, immediately joining the fight. no one questioned who you were, they were just thankful for your help.

you stopped in your tracks when you notice someone bigger than everyone in the millelith, four arms protruding from them, decorated in purple tattoos.

“bosacius?” you breathe. “bosacius!”

but he doesn’t hear you, and just keeps fighting. you shake your head to get yourself grounded.

now isn’t the time. focus on fighting these monsters.

“there’s too many! we need to retreat!” someone yells.

“we can’t! the lives of everyone in liyue are at stake. we need to fight!” someone replies.

“we still have the compass. if there’s a time it gets used, that time is now!”

“get the yaksha and the others to start the process. we need to seal these monsters away quickly,” someone says. they turn to you. “please, help me keep these monsters away from the compass.” they ask.

you nod and continue to fight.

“i shall hold the line by sealing the surface,” you hear a familiar voice say. in the corner of your eye, you see the amazing sight of the compass being used. blue light emits from the compass, and you can see the energy coming from it. bosacius stands next to it.

you can’t see what’s happening from all the light, but the monsters seem to be slowing down, and you won’t stop to look. and then, it’s quiet. the monsters have stopped. but bosacius is gone.

the mood hasn’t changed. no one cheers or congratulates their comrades for sealing the monsters away. it’s still somber.

“thank you,” a soldier thanks you. “you helped us immensely.”

“what about them?” you ask. “bosacius and the others? where have they gone?”

“bosacius…?” the solider furrows their brows. “do you mean the yaksha? is his name bosacius?”

you nod. “yes. him and i used to fight alongside each other long, long ago,” you explain. you tell the soldier your name.

“your name…” the solider sighs. “i heard bosacius talk about you. he kept calling for you and someone named alatus.”

“he also asked me where menogias was once,” another solider says.

“menogias and alatus were other yakshas we fought with,” you say. “do you… know where alatus is?”

the solider shakes his head. “no. i’m sorry.”

“and bosacius,” you add. “will he be okay?”

silence falls between you and the soldier, giving you the answer you were dreading to hear. you just nod, before walking to the seal that separated the monsters from the citizens of liyue.

“i’m sorry, bosacius,” you say. “i’m sorry i left. it seems that your memories are long gone… but i’m glad you still remembered me, even if it was for a moment. i won’t let them forget about you. i won’t let them forget about any of us,” you sigh. your chest feels heavy. what kind of feeling is this? you think. grief? or just sadness? “goodbye for now.”

you leave the chasm after that. and you don’t return.

you needed to look for alatus. you refused to believe that he was gone. if you and bosacius had survived all this time, there was a good chance alatus was still alive.

“alatus!” you shout. “alatus, can you hear me?”

a green flash of energy bursts in front of you, and alatus appears from behind it. he almost seems shocked to see that it’s actually you.

“you came back.”

you nod. “i did… i…” you try to collect your thoughts. “i had to.”

“i thought i was the only one left,” alatus admits. his voice is quiet as if he’d be shunned for thinking it. “you and bosacius have been gone for long. i didn’t know what happened to either of you.”

bosacius.

that’s right. you have to break the news of his fate to alatus.

“alatus…” you begin. “bosacius… he…” alatus’s face lights up at the mention of him. “he’s gone,” you quickly say. “monsters began to come out of the chasm, and i fought alongside him there before he was sealed away with the monsters,”

“you saw him?” alatus asks.

you nod. “he wasn’t in the best of conditions, not mentally.” you say. “someone told me he was asking for us.”

“he lost his mind before he left. i thought he died but it seems like i was wrong. perhaps he’s been residing in the chasm all of these years?” alatus suggests, more to himself than you.

“perhaps.” you agree.

“i can’t believe he managed to survive so long down there… i should have tried to find him, maybe this wouldn’t have—“

“alatus,” you interrupt him. “i will not let you put the blame on yourself. one way or another the karmic debt was going to catch up to him. it isn’t your fault this happened.”

for a moment his eyes meets yours before he quickly glances away, hesitantly nodding.

“do you plan to stay?” he asks.

“yes,” you answer. “now that we are the only ones left… i don’t see much reason in leaving again.”

from that day forward, alatus never left your side. you traveled around liyue together, usually taking refuge on the mountains. you introduced him to the medicine you had made to help ease his pain, and luckily, it worked. alatus was good at hiding the pain, but his drastic change in mood was proof that it was taking a toll on him.

you began to think that maybe it was fate that you and alatus were the last yakshas standing. maybe you were both safe after all.

what a foolish thought.

after awhile, you found yourself becoming tired much easier than before. no matter how much medicine you took, your body ached with so much pain you couldn’t move too much even if you wanted to. alatus did everything he could to help you.

there were many nights when he held you in his arms as you cried from the pain until you fell asleep. sometimes it felt unbearable, but having someone by your side made it easier.

one night, alatus helped you walk outside of the cave you were both staying in so you could see the sun set. you had spent the entire day asleep to combat the pain, but asked him if he could help you watch the sun set when you finally woke up. he helps you sit down on the grass as the sky fades into cool shades of orange and purple.

you rest your head on his shoulder, sighing. “this is the prettiest sky i’ve seen since…” you pause, trying to remember what you were seeing in your head. “there was one time, long ago, when i had fought alongside the other yakshas throughout the entire night, only finishing once the sun had risen. it was beautiful,” you say. “i remember looking at it with… someone i can’t remember the name of.”

“bonanus, right?” alatus tells you. “i remember seeing you two watching it. kind of like how we are right now.”

you nod. “right, bonanus…” how long ago had it been since she died? how long ago had it been since you and alatus decided to stay together? you couldn’t remember. “alatus, please stay with me.”

“of course. why would i leave you?” he asks.

“i just don’t want to die alone,” you admit quietly.

he doesn’t reply. he just grabs your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours.

the next morning, alatus wakes up alone.

he feels lucky that he was able to make at least one of the yakshas feel loved before they died.

he dug a grave for you. he didn’t want to, because then it would mean you were really gone. but he wanted you to have a resting place, which was something the others never got. he sat by your grave for the entire day, leaving only to find some qingxin flowers to plant on your grave so he could find it even when the dirt settled and the grass grew back. the first day of being alone again was the hardest, but he had to continue living, for you. for bosacius, for all the yakshas who perished. for the rest of his life he would never let anyone forget about any of you.

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[phyot]

Who r u again? ♡35. the actual final part

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[kyuuppi]

Overboard (2)

Pairing: merfolk!Xiao x Reader (f)

Contents: mythical AU; modern AU Liyue; multi-chapter with slow updates

Word Count: 3.5k

Your head throbs in sync with the incessant chirping of cicadas, sweat making your shirt plaster to your skin uncomfortably as it drips down your back. A few weeks ago the lack of air conditioning at the local library would not have bothered you—you hadn’t been there since you were in junior high school anyway. But now, as you struggle not to pass out while you focus on the dusty book in your hands, you can’t help but curse your local government’s lack of public funding. 

Behind you, the sounds of a door opening bring a fresh whoosh of air that has you sighing for the moment of relief. You would have gone home hours ago if it weren’t for this stupid book being “too rare to lend outside of the library,” as the librarian had informed you. 

You briefly flip it over to toss a glare at the weathered cover, maroon leather with fading golden text glinting in the afternoon light that poured through the windows.

The Illuminated Beasts of Liyue

The thick encyclopedia was from the romantic comedy literature you would usually indulge in but since that night three weeks ago, a burning curiosity had left you restless. Crystal-clear memories plagued your mind until he was all you could think of.

Adeptus Xiao.

His name alone raises the hair on your arms, even in the sweltering summer heat. He had inexplicably saved you from drowning after you fell overboard from a cruise ship in the middle of the night. Even with his evident wariness of your very existence, he had been gentle; guiding you through the water slowly to accommodate your swollen ankle and promising to stay nearby while you waited to be noticed by the ship crew. His actions alone would warrant some level of interest—if nothing else, the desire to thank him for his kindness.

But he wasn’t just a kind stranger—he was an illuminated beast. 

An adeptus.

…whatever that meant. 

After spending two weeks stumbling around in a daze, distracted by your own memories to the point Chongyun had suggested getting a check-up at the doctor whe you’d tripped over your own feet for the sixth time in one day—you finally decided to do some research. 

Information on the internet had been somewhat useful but limited. There were a few blog posts and comments; some YouTube videos with clickbait titles, but not much beyond the unsupported theories of random netizens. The most helpful piece of information you received online was a book recommendation and its status of being in your local library. In fact, it was the only remaining copy, published several centuries ago by an anonymous source. It seems your town—a small, unassuming beach town with only one place with decent bubble tea—was said to be the origin of a race of aquatic illuminated beasts called adepti , created by the ancient archon Morax. 

You were familiar with Morax—his statue and symbols mark nearly every surface of your country Liyue. He was the archon of geo, business, and contracts. In Liyuen schools, all students are taught that it is only because of Him that Liyue has such abundant natural resources to build a strong trade economy and prosper after the war. Everyone knew of the archon but over time, as with most pieces of culture, the reverence and sincerity have been mostly lost. Most people only honor the archons when they’ve fallen on hard times and want to pray for help or success. The archons are hardly spoken about outside of traditional rituals and holidays. 

Adepti, on the other hand, you had never even heard of before that night with Xiao. To be fair, you weren’t the most attentive student in Ancient Liyuen History , but you think surely you would have remembered something this interesting, right?

The text on the yellowed pages blur together as a drop of sweat falls in your eye, the salt slightly stinging. 

You groan and drop the book to wipe the sweat away, the pages falling shut to reveal the cover just as a presence makes itself known behind you. 

“Ah, are you perhaps interested in Liyuen history?”

The deep velvety voice just over your shoulder startles you and you nearly fall out of your seat whipping around so suddenly to face the stranger. 

Your neck aches craning up to meet a pair of warm golden hues owned by a man you could tell would be significantly taller than you even if you were to stand. Their similarity to another pair of golden eyes makes you freeze for a moment before you recognize this man’s eyes are a different shade. Warmer, nearly orange. 

You want to slap yourself for even thinking to make the comparison like some obsessive fan. Then again, in a way, perhaps you were…

“I, uh,” you stutter out. 

Off to a great start.

“Not really. I just…wanted to learn more about Morax,” you lie.

There was no way you could outright admit you think you encountered a merman who claimed to be an adeptus—a powerful illuminated beast created by Morax himself. 

The stranger’s pleasantly smiling lips twitch minutely, as if he’s resisting the urge to laugh at a joke, and your eyes briefly land on his single dangling earring as it catches in the light. You vaguely recognize the man—in a town as small as yours, it was nearly impossible not to have seen every resident at least once. And it would be even more impossible not to remember someone as tall and strikingly handsome as him. While you had seen him around, you didn’t personally know him. You suspect he’d moved within the last year, as he hadn’t been around before then, but he seemed to frequent Third-Round Knockout where Iron Tongue Tian could be found telling exaggerated tales of the archons. Aside from that, you had never given the stranger much thought, much less ever thought he would approach you in a stuffy library to talk about Liyuen history. 

To be fair, you didn’t think you would be in a stuffy library reading about Liyuen history either. 

“Morax, you say…” he trails off. His expression takes on an almost contemplative quality, eyes glazed over as if he were recalling a distant memory.

You squirm uncomfortably in your seat in his silence, wondering if there’s a polite way to ask a stranger to leave so you can go back to reading. 

“Perhaps I can assist you,” he finally offers, gaze kind as he looks back down at you with an inviting smile. Archons, he’s so handsome. 

“I am quite knowledgeable about Morax and all things related to Liyuen history and culture.”

You take a moment to pause, considering the offer. Your book is confusing with convoluted wording suited for readers from several centuries ago and barely mentions the things you are most interested in. And while you do not know much about the stranger, it is possible he truly is knowledgeable about Morax and the adepti—perhaps he’s even a history professor or historian. 

“That would be amazing,” you graciously accept before offering your name and a small, seated bow of your head. 

“Please forgive my rudeness for not introducing myself earlier—my name is Zhongli. I am a consultant for Wangsheng Funeral Parlor,” he greets with his own respectful bow. His deep voice nearly sounds like a pur and you have no doubts every man or woman he’s met in Liyue has swooned over him at least once yourself included. 

While not a historian, you figure a consultant who deals with traditional death rites and Liyuen burials may be the next best thing. If nothing else—you get to spend some time with a man who looks like he himself was hand-sculpted by the archons. 

Without much fanfare, Zhongli takes a seat beside you and you spend the next half hour info dumping nearly everything you know about Liyue and Morax. Zhongli listens politely and silently the whole time. Some tales receive a brow raise from the man and a few interesting rumors about Morax cause his lips to twitch not unlike before. He seemed particularly amused by the recent unfounded theories of Morax turning himself human to walk amongst the people of Liyue. 

It is when you mention the adepti that Zhongli’s posture changes. His golden eyes flash with interest, seeming surprised that you would bring them up.

“Ah yes,” Zhongli begins, a gloved hand resting under his sharp jaw. “Morax holds the adepti very dear. They were created to protect the people of Liyue from the demons of the sea after the Archon War.”

You nod along, absorbing the information like a small child before Zhongli’s demeanor shifts. His gaze that pins you down is so intense you want to shy away but feel unable to break eye contact. 

“Though I am rather curious,” he begins carefully, “not many seem to remember the adepti in this day and age—have you perhaps come into contact with one?” 

Your whole body freezes as your heart seems to skip several beats. It was not a question you ever expected anyone to ask. On the contrary, you’re sure most people would call you crazy if you were to admit to seeing an illuminated beast in the flesh.

His gaze remains steady as a rock and as intense as a flame. You feel almost like a cornered animal and you get the impression that he would know if you tried to lie. You’ve sputtered out the truth before you can even second guess yourself. 

“I—uh—maybe? I think, uh…this guy— creature called himself Adeptus Xiao …or something.”

Your answer, despite being a stuttered-out mess, seems to amuse Zhongli and he leans back in his seat, gaze relaxing back into the polite gentleman he was before with a twinkle in his golden eyes.

“Ahh, adeptus Xiao,” he repeats, nodding along as if he personally knew him. Perhaps he does. 

“That is quite surprising. Xiao tends to be a bit… reluctant to engage with mortals.”

“Wait—you know Xiao?”

You don’t bother to hide your surprise, gaping at Zhongli as he simply chuckles.

“I am very familiar with Liyuen history,” he replies cryptically. 

It isn’t an answer and you both know it. But something tells you it would be best not to press any further…at least for now.

“Then,” you start, cautious as you think about how ridiculous your next words might be, “do you think…it would be possible to meet him again?”

Zhongli simply smiles and something flutters in your gut. 

After nearly drowning in the ocean, one would think the very last place you would want to be is on a tiny wooden boat in the middle of the ocean.

…and yet here you are. 

While you wish you could blame your new acquaintance ( could you call yourselves that? ) Zhongli for your current predicament, he had been intentionally vague enough to not be at fault for your decision to rent a cheap row boat and set sail alone. He had merely suggested where one might be able to find Xiao and at what times he may frequent said area . The rest was, unfortunately, to be blamed on your own impulsiveness. 

Perhaps your frontal cortex still hasn’t fully formed.

With damp hands, you fumble to snatch a palm-sized device from your shorts pocket. The thin red needle points several degrees West, consistent with the map app on the cell phone in your other hand. Within your notes app are several hastily typed notes about your destination and how to get there. Without Zhongli’s tips, you know the small cave would be impossible to find, despite having been there yourself some weeks ago. It was too small and insignificant to show up on a digital map and your sense of direction was akin to that of a toddler on a good day—hence the detailed notes and plastic compass you had purchased from a camping store on the way to the docks. 

A retired fisherman had allowed you to rent his cheapest boat—a small wooden thing that creaked ominously when you first climbed inside. You half expected it to take in water the moment it left the dock, to be honest. The old man was (rightfully) reluctant to lend the boat to an inexperienced sailor but you assured him you wouldn’t go very far, just around the bridge by the nearby plains…

Except now you’re several kilometers away from the Gulli Plains with no land in sight. 

Your arms had quickly gotten sore from rowing early on in your journey but luckily the wind seemed to be guiding you in the direction you wanted to go anyway.

Sailing seemed to be more time-consuming than you’d expected and, despite having set out in mid-morning, the skies were already turning an orangey pink color, the white sun inching closer and closer to the horizon. Before long, being so far from land and telephone towers seemed to take its toll on your cellphone and the GPS could no long pinpoint exactly where you were, alternating between jumping to several locations around the area and not loading at all. 

You weren’t concerned, however, as you assume you’ve maintained the same direction throughout your travel, and based on your projections, you would eventually run into the cave even if you weren’t sure how long it would take.

…Except you don’t. 

You aren’t sure how much time has passed but you can no longer pinpoint the exact location of the sun and you’re starting to need to squint to distinguish the purple shades of the sky from those of the water. 

You had already polished off some convenience store mora meat for a late lunch and you still had some grilled fish and three-quarters of a canteen left of water so there was no fear of running out of resources any time soon but the lack of familiar territory makes uneasiness settle deep into your bones regardless. The gentle waves were still pulling you West—why haven’t you seen the cave yet? Or anything that wasn’t just water for that matter? It has been hours since you’d last seen even a patch of land.

It isn’t until your phone buzzes with a low battery warning that the panic really sets in. 

You’re alone. In a small boat. In the middle of the ocean. At night. 

Your first instinct is to turn around and go back the way you came. You grab the long wooden oars and try to remember the instructions you’d heard your teachers drill into your head as a child. 

Left oar to turn left. Hold water with the opposite oar for small turns. Arms out to catch, back straight to release. Recover and repeat. 

You put your full strength into each movement, your core burning from the stretch and a phantom ache in your healed ankle but it is to no avail. 

While gentle, the waves are persistent. With each minute turn you manage to make, the next wave pulls you back or in a new direction altogether. You try to switch tactics, standing on shaky legs to turn around and attempt to row from the backside of the boat. While you make a little more progress, inching forward a few meters, the strain on your muscles prove too much and you lose the strength to pull the oars. With a sinking feeling, you begin to wonder if you’re even sure in which direction you should be moving. Without any landmarks as a frame of reference, the directions start to feel meaningless and without your map app, your compass is useless. Your fingers ache from clutching the wood so tightly and your abdominal muscles throb so much you think you might throw up over the side of the boat soon. 

Frustration and fear materialize into salty drops pooling at the corners of your eyes and a screech tears through your throat. You’re angry at yourself for thinking going out alone in a tiny boat was a good idea, angry at Zhongli for planting the idea in your head, and angry at Xiao for ever rescuing you in the first place. 

At least a drowning death would have been quick and peaceful—if you get stuck out here you’ll have to wait to either run out of water and die of dehydration or get lucky that the Kraken himself swings by and takes you out of your misery. 

You’re moments from breaking down into full-blown sobs and hysterics when a familiar sound jolts you to attention. 

“What are you doing out here.”

The tone is flat, sounding more like an observation than a question but you recognize the raspiness and light pitch, causing your heart to lurch as you turn around so quickly you get dizzy. 

“Xiao!” you cry out, tone akin to a maiden being reunited with her long-lost lover. 

Your gaze is met with a pair of familiar, soft yellow eyes, a petite white nose, and small lips turned down into a default scowl. His hair is as inky and shiny as you remember with teal highlights that seem to nearly glow in the low light and the shimmer of his skin seems to reflect off the water, nearly mesmerizing you. One of his hand, decorated with the intimidatingly sharp black talons you remember, holds the side of your boat to keep it in place. 

Your emotions—relief, joy, excitement—overwhelm you all at once and you find a sob escaping your lips before you can stop yourself, hot tears streaming down your cheeks. 

Xiao visibly flinches at the sight, suddenly tensing as if prepared for a physical attack.

“Wh-why’re you crying?” he sounds vaguely alarmed, thin, taloned fingers hovering in the air as if unsure what to do.

“I’m just so happy to see you,” you wail, voice trembling and nearly incomprehensible.  

His cheeks undeniably redden but his brows furrow in contrast and he takes on an irritated expression as he begins to scold you. 

“After almost drowning you come all the way out here—you can’t even swim,” he clicks his tongue and mutters something to himself that sounds suspiciously like ‘foolish mortal’ but you’re too busy taking in his sharp features and savoring the realization that ‘ yes, adeptus Xiao is most definitely real and you’ve found him again’ to care.

“I just really, really wanted to see you again,” you admit, almost sheepish as you dab the last few tears from your damp eyes. 

His head snaps to the side immediately, the hand clutching at your boat tightening to the point the wood lightly creaks in protest. 

“I…wanted to see you again as well,” he mumbles, whispering so quietly you can just barely hear it above the gentle lapping of the waves. 

Your lips split into an involuntary grin and your belly flutters with something akin to butterflies at his admission. 

The next few moments are relatively peaceful, a soft exchange of words under the moonlight. You ask him how he’s been since you last saw him, what he’s been up to—all to which he replies with brief, guarded answers. He never reveals too much or anything specific about himself but also seems to not want to lie about anything so you take the hint and shift the conversation to yourself instead. 

Before you realize it, you’re talking about your favorite foods, your childhood, and your friends. You talk about how you don’t understand Xingqiu’s love for the most boring literature you’d ever read but that he has an unexpected mischievous side that comes out most when he’s with Chongyun—the boy who has been with you for as long as you can remember and has always been there to support and care for you like a brother. 

Xiao listens intently the whole time, steady gaze nearly unnerving you and making you wonder if you were annoying him with your blabbering—but any time you lose confidence and quietly trail off he softly asks a relevant question, shocking you by how much he actually paid attention. You’ve relaxed by now, posture slack as you’re lulled by the gentle rocking of the boat and cool summer night breeze. Similarly, Xiao seems much less tense than usual and occasionally you can catch the shards of moonlight reflecting off his tail as it lazily swishes behind him, keeping the both of you steady against the waves. Thoughtlessly, you begin talking about the way you had searched for him. How you fruitlessly searched online and in the library for information about the adepti. 

As soon as the word escapes your lips, he stiffens, jaw becoming stiff and long tail stilling behind him. 

“You…want to know more about the adepti?”

You blink owlishly, tilting your head as you consider the question. 

“Uhh, I mean I guess that would be cool, but I just wanted to know more about you specifically.”

Xiao’s expression hardens, far from the soft, curious albeit intense expression you saw earlier, and you begin to wonder if you’ve somehow managed to piss off an illuminated beast. 

“You should go back,” he orders, avoiding your gaze as he begins to pull away from your boat. 

“We’re not meant to fraternize with each other like this. It’s dangerous.”

A protest is forming on your lips before you can even think of what to actually argue. If what Zhongli told you was true, you know adepti have spiritual energy and powers beyond anything a human like you would understand—but why would that mean you have to avoid each other? How could he possibly be a danger when he’d literally saved your life?

The thought of never seeing Xiao again makes your chest ache in a way that it probably shouldn’t for someone you’ve just met less than a month ago but you try not to ponder on that for too long. 

Before you can properly say anything, Xiao is gone. 

The water ripples where he once was but revealed nothing of the direction he took of in. 

For a moment, you pout like a petulant child, mildly annoying by how quickly he can just disappear like that after you put so much effort into looking for—

Oh.

Right…you’re still lost. 

You hesitate for a moment before calling out with a shaky voice,

“Um, Xiao?”

Silence.

“…I’m actually kind of lost so…”

For a moment you think he’s already too far to hear you—or maybe he’s ignoring you—but before you can panic again, the water shifts, and a scowling Xiao reappears. If looks could kill you’re sure Zhongli would be organizing your funeral by now. 

Xiao hardly holds back his sharp tongue as he grumbles about how useless mortals are but he obediently takes hold of your little wooden boat and guides you in the direction of Liyue harbor.

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