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[ nagi seishiro ]

“reo?”

“hm? oh, hi, [l/n], what’s up?”

you gave him a small smile, and once he finally turned to you, he furrows his eyebrows at the sight of you panting slightly, a thin coat of sweat coating your skin. “nothing much. hey, if nagi asks, tell him i went to the right.”

reo didn’t get the chance to question you as you immediately spun to his left, taking off in an alarming sprint. he had so much questions, but before he could even collect his thoughts, he was met by a sight just a little more unsettling, nagi panting heavily as he halted in front of him. reo’s eyes widened. “are you running to a non-soccer related subject?!”

“where did [y/n] go?” nagi immediately questioned, avoiding his words.

“told me to tell you the right, but they went left.” reo blurted out, eyes still comically wide as nagi gave him a nod, then immediately followed behind you with an alerting speed. “what the fuck?!”

he barely managed to register this before you were sprinting towards him again from left to right, nagi hot on your heels as you pointed at reo, eyes narrowed. “you betrayer!”

“reo, catch them!” nagi called out loudly. you yelled out a clear death threat to reo, but he attempted to catch you anyways, yelping as you jumped over him, nagi bumping into him harshly as the two football players collided, falling into the ground. reo groaned loudly, and nagi’s head snapped up, wide eyes watching as you continued running. “fuck.”

“nagi, what the fuck is happening?”

“no time to explain,” he muttered hurriedly, quickly pulling himself up. “catch them if you see them.”

reo watched in absolute bewilderment as he continued running. you weren’t present the rest of the day, and reo noticed nagi was awake the rest of the day, eyebrows furrowed and lips pulled into a frown. he was holding his pencil tightly and… holy fuck, was he stressed?

as soon as the last class’s bell rang, reo immediately walked over, slamming his hands on nagi’s desk. “okay, what is happening? don’t tell me you will explain later, i need an explanation right now.”

“[y/n] told me they liked me.”

reo’s eyes widened. “what?! that’s great! you have liked them since forever and— wait, why are they running?”

“don’t know.” nagi furrowed his eyebrows. “they just confessed and ran away. their phone is off and i can’t catch them to tell them that i like them too.”

“that… strangely makes so much sense…” reo mumbled.

“i know,” nagi scowled. “i should have expected it. now, do you want to catch them with me? they should still be on campus.”

reo grinned, getting out his phone. “if i get them to talk to you, you have to score ten goals in our next game.”

nagi glanced over, frowning. “what a hassle… deal.”

reo easily pressed his phone against his ear, pausing for a second before he smiled innocently. “come talk to nagi and i’ll pay for every coffee you buy till the end of the school year.”

the classroom door was immediately pushed open as you peaked in, your own phone still pressed against your ear as you looked at reo, eyes wide in interest. “you called?”

he only laughed loudly, watching as nagi practically tripped over his chair as he quickly stood up, eyes wide as he hurried towards you. you looked at him innocently, shoving your phone into your pocket. “hi.”

“i hate you,” nagi responded back, quickly cupping your cheek before pressing his lips against yours. reo’s snickers turned into a dramatic ‘get a room!’ despite the audible glee and relief in his voice, and nagi only pulled back after a few seconds, blinking. “why did you run away?”

you shrugged nonchalantly, as if you didn’t have the nagi seishiro running around all day, and grinned after. “dunno, i felt like it. hey, want to grab coffee? reo’s paying.”

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Her last hope - Chapter 4

[SAGAU Xiao x Creator! Reader] Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Warning: This is not proofread? Nonetheless, angst. Angst. I have to apologize to Xiao after this. .･ﾟﾟ･(／ω＼)･ﾟﾟ･.

A/N: It's midnight, but regardless I managed to push this out. I hope this is up to par! (and makes sense). Happy reading (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

The unremitting sounds of metal crashing against each other filled the once silent peak of Mt. Aocang. A dangerous dance between the dark green mist being emitted from Xiao and the lighter blue aura the Cloud Retainer manifested surrounds the area. Relentless attacks from both sides cause an enormous amount of Adeptal Energy to be released: trees being demolished, cor lapis shattering, and all living beings fleeing the suffocating area. The once sea of Qingxin flowers is gone.

Xiao steadies his stance, the hold on his spear tighter than ever – Cloud Retainer swings her own weapon. The brutal force is enough to push Xiao back, but not enough to inflict harm. The latter begins to recount how long he has been fighting her, the Nuo mask beginning to cause him discomfort. But even then, he refuses to falter.

After a quick reassessment of the Cloud Retainer’s position and then his own, he chooses the best course of action that allows him to spare some of his powers in case he needs to make an escape to save the girl who has been watching from a safe distance.

This has not been the first time he fights to protect – for millennia, he had to face unspeakable crisis to keep the citizens safe. Citizens who he has never met, let alone know the face or name of. All for a contract which he feels obligated to follow. But things have changed.

Xiao is fighting and risking his life protect someone he knows. Someone who, despite knowing her for a brief amount of time, found a place in his life. And he would damn himself if he lost her as well.

Another brutal swing from his opponent, and he manages to fend himself. In the following instance, he finds an opening and he wastes no time to lunge forward, his whole Jade Spear and dominant arm covered in Anemo Elemental Energy. But the shield Cloud Retainer stationed between them decreased the speed and power of his attempted assault.

The Nuo mask begins to fade, indicating the exhaustion over taking him, but he holds on. His mouth lets out a groan in retaliation from the overexertion, but he is far from done.

He must end things within the following few minutes, otherwise the situation might take a drastic turn.

The Yaksha glances at opposing Adeptus, who seem to be in the same condition. Exhausted. Despite the difference in power between the two – Xiao having the upper hand in terms of raw strength – when forced to a test of endurance, due to the nature of his abilities, Xiao is at a disadvantage.

“One wonders: Why does the Conquer of Demons, the last remaining Yaksha under the command of Rex Lapis, side with the Imposter?”

Xiao is taken aback because of her question. He remains silent, processing her words, unable to comprehend the meaning behind them.

“What are you on about?”

“I see that no news has reached these parts of the nation.”

“You make no more sense than a foolish mortal running their jaw about their absurd ideals.”

While he has never been in discordance with the other Illuminated Beasts, much less in a heated battle of opposition – he has never disregarded the chances of having a dispute of words exchanged among them and now, the scene unfolds before him.

“That girl you insist on protecting. That fake appearance she holds. Conqueror of Demons, one must ask: are you aware that you are protecting The Imposter of The Creator?"

The Yaksha, who has been known to possess an unwavering will and determination, wavers. His mind is thrown in chaos: The Creator, Their Imposter and most of all, his defiance to his own Archon to protect a person who committed the highest degree of crime. His Nuo mask crumbles with his beliefs, but he still turns to the direction of same person who he put his trust in to.

The same person who he allowed to see his most vulnerable side.

The girl begins to shake her head in frantic fashion, pleading. Tears cascading more and more with each passing second. The painful memories she forced herself to suppress – through the happiness she found with him – flooding her head and senses, like a dam breaking from the overwhelming amount of force from the water pressing on it.

“Xiao, please, believe me. I know nothing of this!” She cries out.

But the confusion in him made its course, settling in the deepest parts of his entire being. Leaving him in nothing more than a state of utter shock and disbelief. His spear slides from his hand, and he goes down on his knees. He clutches on his chest as he begins to hyperventilate.

The past week proved to be unkind to him, his mental health continued to deteriorate faster than usual, remembering the haunting sight of Zhongli’s gaze full of disappointment directed at him. But now that he has realized that he damaged not just his reputation, but also his relationships with his fellow Adepti and above all, Rex Lapis, for an Imposter – how is he supposed to react?

And the warmth and comfort he felt during those peaceful afternoons? The moments that helped him overcome the inner demons wanting to devour his soul – could it all have been a lie to manipulate him? Just when he thought he found a fragment of solace.

An ear-deafening and heart-breaking scream of a Yaksha pierces through the open field on the peak of Mt. Aocang.

It begins to rain.

Cloud Retainer directs the tip of her weapon over his head.

“Conqueror of Demons.”

But he is far too gone, lost in the chaotic thoughts infecting his mind.

A moment before her polearm touches him, the girl – who has done nothing more than watch the one person who treated her with kindness, risk his life just to keep her safe – throws herself on Xiao to push him out of the Adepti’s close ranged of attack.

She is quick to cradle the almost unconscious Yaksha in her arms.

“Xiao! Xiao, please!”

Whether she pleaded him to wake up to fight a little more to keep them both safe, or whether she pleaded him to regain his senses to avoid the pain of seeing the sole person who took her side leave her – she has no firm answer. All she knows is that she needs him to remain strong.

Cloud Retainer observes the scene, no emotions overcoming her features.

“Imposter. One must ask: do you really have no heart? Controlling the mind of the Conqueror of Demons for your own selfish gains?”

“You’re wrong!”

For the first time ever, she manages to raise her voice at someone. All those times, she kept her voice small and quiet when accused of a crime she never committed. But she refused to let someone tamper her happiest and most cherished memories because of a lie.

She places the palm of her hand on his cheek, a faint light surrounding her hand, and then the pained expression on Xiao morphs in one of peaceful slumber. She settles his tired form on the cold ground, as gentle as she can before giving him one last gentle glance. Not a second later, she sends an enraged glare at the Adepti, having had enough of fleeing like a helpless coward. Xiao has stood up for her, and now, her turn has come.

“I’m the one you’re after, right?” She walks over to the opposite direction of where the Yaksha lied. If ever Cloud Retainer decides to strike her down and end their game of cat and mouse, Xiao would not suffer the collateral damage. At least, she hopes.

“If you promise to leave Xiao alone, I’ll come with you without resistance.” She balls her hands, digging her nails on her palms to prevent herself from shaking. She closes her eyes, praying that her proposal would be accepted, despite the terror eating her alive.

The Adeptus gives no word back. Instead, she raises her weapon above her head, and in an instant, her polearm thrusts itself on the ground in the same direction where Xiao has been resting, penetrating the stone terrain with enough force to make it crumble and, as a consequence, sends the unconscious man towards the edge of the cliff.

Within a split second, Xiao begins to plummet down to his demise.

Complete and utter panic plagues the girl’s mind. The following seconds turn to nothing more than a blur to her. Moments prior, she stood still in front of Cloud Retainer, prepared to face her faith. One second later, she feels the full force of the wind going past her after she jumped off where Xiao fell.

Adrenaline pumps through her veins, her ears grow deaf from the speed, and her heart is hammering against her chest – but all she can think of is reaching him. Even if the two of them are just a few moments from death.

She stretches her hand, and at last, she manages to grab him, pulling him to her chest. She embraces him as tight as she can, and a sad smile then appears on her face – even if she never wanted to drag Xiao into her unfortunate life, at the very least, she would die spending her last moments with someone she cherished.

Cloud Retainer watches the two bodies inching closer and closer towards the ground.

A powerful breeze begins to blow.

A stag flies past her, and dives down to the same edge where the two has been in free fall for the last few seconds. In a heartbeat, he catches them on his back.

“I take that this test is enough proof? Although, I suggest toning it down in the future. This is not an experiment on a mere mortal. This is our Divine Creator after all.”

Mountain Shaper settles himself on the ground while he folds his wings, his attention diverting to the Moon Carver who climbs the peak of Mt. Aocang with ease. The latter places the two unconscious bodies of the girl and Xiao on the ground careful not to inflict even a scratch.

“One can never be too sure. At the least, we can be certain that this girl is indeed our Creator. Albeit in the condition of losing her memories.”

“Was her aura not enough?” Moon Carver interjected.

“It was too faint. Her healing abilities as well.”

“The truest of hearts. The most selfless being on this land.” Mountain Shaper starts to shift in his human form: his wings transforming to human arms and hands, his legs mimicking that of a man. He begins to examine the girl and her well-being, then passes over to Xiao, doing the same process.

“Her aura became firmer the moment she began to stand up for the Conquer of Demons.” The Stag begins. “And it got stronger the moment she threw herself to save him.”

Cloud Retainer sighs and crosses her hands above her chest.

“Despite finding our real Creator, the problem remains: The Imposter continues to sit on the throne, all comfortable in the quarters of the Jade Chamber.”

“Under the protection of Rex Lapis, nonetheless.” Mountain Shaper shakes his head, standing up from where he kneeled for their examination. “With the loss of his Gnosis, his Adepti senses became much more inferior.”

“We can just hope that the situation does not deteriorate further, and for that old fool to regain his senses before he makes a decision he will forever regret.”

“At least, we can rest assured that someone will protect our Creator through and through.”

“The opposite appears to be valid as well.”

A subtle, but gentle smile breaks out from the three Adepti upon seeing the scene: even in her unconscious state, the girl has her arms around the Yaksha, protecting him and never letting go.

#genshin x reader #xiao x reader #genshin sagau #sagau xiao

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I'm such a big fan of your sagau xiao story😭

It might be my brain setting being making prints but I imagined the scene with the crystalfly so well. so pretty, I love them 🥺

AND CLOUD RETAIRER ARHHH- she's my favourite out of the older adepti! but that means that I know how she is and the angst - THE ANGST

thank you for writing the story!!!

Aww, knowing that you enjoy it makes me very happy! (´･ᴗ･ ` ) I hope you'll continue to enjoy the rest of the story! +｡ﾟφ(ゝω・｀○)+｡ﾟ

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Her last hope - Chapter 3

[SAGAU Xiao x Creator! Reader] Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Warning: None, just a small fluff to cleanse the palate and because he deserves some love. (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

A/N: Since work deadlines are a pain, I kind of had to rush this one (*￣▽￣) Sorry about that, nonetheless, I provide.

Xiao takes a deep breath of air, the never changing fresh air of Mt. Aocang greets him. One of the few places that eased his mind after a long night of battle. The vast view of Minlin is a breathtaking sight to behold, but for him, who has seen the landscape over and over again, it becomes a haven that allowed him to regain back his strength before facing another crisis. Under normal circumstances, leaning himself on the trunk of a Sandbearer Tree, in particular the one that offered the best shade among them, was the quickest method to cleanse his mind. Although, this morning is different.

He directs his attention on the girl who has been walking close behind him. On the path towards the peak, he sensed her hand attempting to grab on the hem of his scarf on more than one occasion. Furthermore, he saw how she continued to look at her surroundings, agitated: from left to right, back and front. He never had the chance to ask her about the events that occurred the past week. Even though he fears the answer that might arise from the discussion. The memories of Zhongli and his gaze of disapproval remain fresh. In an attempt to erase – or at the least, conceal them for the time being, he accelerates his steps until a field of Qingxin comes into view. He comes to a full stop, not to bask in the presence of the sea of white flowers before him, rather, he inspects the area to assure that no disturbance would occur.

“Come.”

The girl seems hesitant to come forward, cautious and afraid that something or someone is lingering in the shadows, prepared to rid of her. Despite the time spent being beside the Adeptus, her fear still needs to be subdued.

Upon the realization of her circumstances – due to how much she reacted to the smallest foreign sound that came alive – without much thought, Xiao offers her his hand.

She stares at him in awe, allowing her gaze to linger on his opened palm, then back to his impassive expression. A few seconds later, after ending the debate she had with herself, she stretches out her own hand and places it on top of his. Being as delicate as he can be, Xiao guides her toward the open field in front of them. The sunlight begins to create a warm veil around them, and she sighs contently.

It takes her a minute to embrace her surroundings. She has long forgotten how beautiful the world can be. Breath taking – she thinks to herself, feeling the soft petals of the Qingxins grazing her legs as she walks toward the centre of the field, her hand still holding his. At long last, she manages to continue to walk on her own. In a small patch of blank grass, she sits and looks back at the Adeptus, who remained at the same spot where she left his hand, staring at her in silence.

“Come sit with me, Xiao. You must be a little tired.” Her gentle smile reaches him, her hand giving the vacant space beside her a couple of small pats.

When people assumed similar things – for example Adepti having the same endurance as a normal human – he replied, without a fail, with a mere scoff. However, to her words, Xiao remains quiet, his hands crossed above his chest. He walks beside her and sits, causing another smile to show on her face.

“Do you come here often?”

“Not for entertainment.”

Their conversation continues. As unusual as it feels to him, not having experienced similar situations of conversating with someone about senseless matters – small talk has never been on the list of things to do for him – he sensed a small tinge of inner peace and calm. Moreover, the gentle warmth from the sun, combined with the occasional cool breeze, help his condition recover fast. He realizes on what he has been missing all his life, dedicating himself to nothing but bloodshed, sworn under a contract he has never dared to undo. Perhaps, in another life, he could be allowed to live like this.

His attention snaps back to the present. He presses his hand on his temple, feeling a small headache rising. How could he think of such a thing – he berates himself. The idea of never having to be subjected to his torturous present, sparing all the nights he spent on his knees in the dark and alone, fighting off the voices inside his head, struggling to keep himself sane. It all crosses his mind. Does he even dare think of how much better his life would have been without the burden of his contract binding him – he wants to eliminate all the intrusive thoughts, beginning to feel anxious. Hundreds of thoughts collide inside his mind, each putting him more and more on the edge compared to the last. A cold sweat falls from his temple.

Then, he feels a warm touch of his arm.

“Xiao? Are you unwell?”

All the dark mist inside his head dissipates as her face comes to light. The heaviness in his chest is also gone without a trace. He offers a mere head shake to answer her question. Soon, after he regains his composure, his attention falls on the several pieces of Qingxin on her lap and the question just slips from his lips.

“What is it?”

She gives him a smile, before she picks another small flower, gentle enough to not snap the stem in two, and weaves it to the rest of the group. One last check, and she settles it in front of Xiao.

“A flower crown!” She exclaims in a soft tone. “A small token of gratitude for the past week.”

He sees how she looks at him, expecting him to accept her gift. Gazes go from left to right, then around them. The gut feeling of checking his surroundings – a habit Xiao has had for as long as he can remember – although, this time, he does it for a whole different reason.

Xiao feels a little embarrassed, even mortified, at the thought of wearing it: to the extent that he has no problem jumping off the cliff in front of him if someone, other than the two of them, sees him with it, just to save his pride. As childish as it seems. Although, after a few moments of contemplation, he lowers his head. A small nudge for her to put it on his head.

“Do it quick before I change my mind.”

For the first time since their first meeting, she no longer shows a terrified and miserable face to him. Instead, the sound of quiet laughter reaches his ear. He feels her hands brush against his hair, before sensing the light pressure of the Qingxin crown on him. Has Mt. Aocang ever felt this warm and comfortable – the question ponders in his mind.

“Once again, thank you, Xiao. I’ve been feeling better because of you.” Her previous smile grows a tad bigger as she stands up from the ground.

A sudden strong gust of wind deafens her hearing, and Xiao mutters something underneath his breath.

“I should be the one thanking you.”

A small smile lingers no more than a second on his face, then he changes back to his impassive state. He, too, stands up. Without uttering a single world, he starts to walk towards the direction of a few Crystal Flies he noticed hovering above the sea of flowers a few moments prior. She stares at him wonder, observing how he caught one using one swift movement. Its wings disappear, and its stead, sits a beautiful and vibrant coloured core.

“I heard from the Harbour that it’s a mortal custom to return gifts.” He starts off, walking back to her. “So, here.” Standing right in front of her, he places the small object on her hair.

Her eyes widen in surprise, too stunned to speak or even thank him for his gesture. She remains still, watching him while he retracts his hand from her and sitting back from his previous seat. She copies his movement, unable to form words, directing her focus elsewhere in hopes of calming her bashfulness. Unbeknownst to her, who is too lost in her own thoughts, Xiao has been staring at her.

Despite his former intrusive thoughts being gone, new questions surface, and once again all of them with no answer. He could not help but wonder: the strange, but comfortable warmth that continues to spread through his chest, the delight in exchanging words about trivial matters, or just her mere soothing presence when he locates himself near her. Of course, he would never speak to her about them.

Alas, all good things come to an end.

The weather begins to shift, and a harsh gust of wind storms down on the peaceful field of flowers on Mt. Aocang. The presence that Xiao knows all too well. He summons his Jade Spear in his hand.

“One has never expected Rex Lapis’ most faithful puppet to rebel.”

There, she stands. The Cloud Retainer in her human form, her polearm tight in her grasp.

“No traitor shall escape unscathed.”

#genshin x reader #xiao x reader #genshin sagau #sagau xiao

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Her last hope - Chapter 2

[SAGAU Xiao x Creator! Reader] Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Warning: None, just Xiao living his life in angst.

A/N: I managed to push through another chapter, I hope this is up to par! (o´▽`o)

The relentless rain droplets continue to echo in the back of her mind. The haunting noises of violent screams and curses directed at her. The merciless cold that renders her limbs numb.

How miserable her life has become ever since she took her first step in the unknown world. Without a shred of knowledge or even a few memories to serve her – the constant fear has been the sole companion she has ever had.

She can never forget the cold and distant look she received from a bard in Mondstadt named Venti. The night she attempted to take shelter underneath a tree located outside of its capital, his words pierced her heart.

“Mondstadt has no place for a vile imposter.”

Despite being a few steps far from the tip of his arrow, she still felt the cold metal grazing her neck. His words became lost as her world started to become darker and darker, unable to withstand the pressure of the situation. She made one final struggle to offer him a silent plea, the waterfall of tears cascading. Alas, he was set on eliminating her.

She awakes with a brief, but violent shake, covered in her own cold sweat. Her heart palpitating at the nightmare – or rather, the memories that continue to torment her. She looks around, just to find herself in another cave. However, a warm and lulling fire is burning in front of her this time. The thought of being in the afterlife crosses her mind, then again, the searing pain on her limbs tells her otherwise.

From a short distance, she hears footsteps. All the colour from her face vanishes, the images of their burning gazes and hostile behaviour begin to fill her head. The first instinct that dawns on her is to flee from wherever she lies. She tries to get up, but she manages just a few steps before she falls back down on the ground. In the following seconds, she makes haste to press her back on a wall, to find something that can give her some form of support.

“You’re awake.”

She flinches at the voice despite its flat tone. For the first time in a while, she heard a tranquil human voice, but for how long can she afford to hope that she will not find herself at the other end of his weapon within the following few minutes? Even so, given her circumstances and how long she has endured suffering and fleeing from the people who wish her ill, death is starting to become an ideal option to consider.

A few minutes passes, no words have been exchanged. She hears a sharp sound of metal falling on the ground. Her breathing ceases and she covers her ears, squeezing herself as much as she can against the solid wall of stone. Air becomes insufficient after refraining her lungs to inhale even a small amount of it, her head feels faint while her whole world, once again, begins to fade into nothing – her fear is forcing all of her to shut down.

“I have no intentions of hurting you.”

After setting his Jade Spear down, Xiao takes a couple of steps closer to her. He stares at her cowering form. Not the first time that a human took a defensive stance in his presence. Caution is never enough, and he knows it best. The last thing he needed is either his karmic debt affecting her, or her retaliation in response to the fear of his presence. While the silence lingers around them, his mind wanders back to events that occurred prior to taking her to a safer shelter. Never in his wildest dreams – given that he even uses such term – did he think that a moment would come when he would disregard Zhongli and his words.

For a human girl, nonetheless.

Perhaps his karmic debt is starting to take a serious toll on him, clouding his judgment and actions. Erosion is another plausible reason – after being alive for a long time, erosion is a natural course all living beings are subjected to, which leads to the loss of their sense of purpose and most of all, their memories. The more he tries to make sense out of the situation, the more meaningless his defiance appears. All Xiao can do is hope for Zhongli to forgive his behaviour.

However, despite all the fear and distaste he holds for going against his own Archon and his wishes, he feels drawn – almost obligated, to hear her pleas and act upon them. How odd. He kneels in front of her and observes her in silence. He tells himself that he should feel enraged due to the position she has put him in, for meddling with his duties and purpose. Even worse, putting on the line his silent, but nevertheless deep bond, and relationship with the God to whom he has sworn to serve until the moment of his passing – or at least until his karmic debt would claim him.

Xiao is at a lost. He shakes in head, a futile attempt of clearing his thoughts. For the time being, the best course of action to take is to understand his current predicament the best he can.

“You. How do you know me?”

The girl dares to take a small glance at him, hesitating to answer, her back still pressed on the cold wall. She bites her inner bottom lip while she weighs her options: not wanting to anger the man in front of him becomes her main objective. Despite her throat feeling hoarse, she tries to speak.

“I’m afraid I have no clear answer to that.” She stutters but does her best to press on. “All I know is that: during those moments, I remembered a voice, speaking to me. Before I realized, I screamed out the name it told me.”

A farfetched tale – Xiao thinks. Although she shows no signs of deception, nor does she seem inclined to lie for her own good. A sigh comes out of him. This is getting him nowhere. He stands up and turns to leave, the most useful thing he can do is clear the perimeter to assure that no unwanted visitor storms in their hiding place.

“Please, wait!”

On an impulse, she almost takes a hold of his arm. Upon realization of her actions, she retracts her hand and hugs it to her chest.

“I know it must be selfish of me to ask, but please, stay for a little longer.”

Once again, Xiao feels the urge to abide to her wishes. Like an unknown force whispering him to do as he is told. It should have been unpleasant, being controlled without a minimum amount of opposition, but no remorse surfaces up in him. He sighs once more that evening.

However, before Xiao can open his mouth to respond, a sharp and burning pain pierces through his head. Enough to bring him to his knees. Loud groans echoes within the walls of the cave, green mist begins to spread all around him. He coughs out. He struggles to breathe and remain conscious, the sensation of coldness spreading through him, but he refuses to give in. His hand balled up in a tight fist, he tries to focus on his breathing to calm his palpitating heart and the voices inside his head.

She watches the man in front of him in terror: one second, he has spoekn to her just fine and in perfect condition, then the following second, he seems to almost go insane. Panic strikes in her again, but this time, her concern is directed to the sole person who has spared her life, even just for a few instances. She scurries on her aching knees towards him, despite not knowing how to be of help.

Until an image flash in her mind: the slimes that she cured with her mere touch. She stares at her hands, her brows furrowed in a silent supplication. After a few seconds of hesitation, in a slow and gentle fashion, she cradles his head in between her hands. Xiao wants to snap back at her, telling her to distance herself from him before his condition can affect her, but even the slightest movement causes him unbearable pain, almost as if his head is being split in two.

The same warmth manifests on her palms once more, a gentle glow of light illuminating around them. In a few seconds, the green mist dissipates, and his groans cease. She observes him for a few moments, wanting to assure that the pain subsided.

“Xiao?”

She tests out his name in a quiet tone. No response. As she begins to retract her hand from him, not wanting to prolong her invading touch on him further, Xiao grabs her hand, a strong and firm grip, but not enough to hurt her. Nevertheless, she starts to tremble at his sudden action, anxious. Her stare continues to linger on him, waiting for some form of verbal communication from him. Instead, she feels Xiao lean his forehead on her shoulder. She stops breathing. Surprise overtaking her senses, she feels herself become flustered. All the while attempting to remain calm and still, afraid to disturb his rest.

“You.” Xiao begins. “How on earth is it possible? The pain, it vanished.” He tries to hide the disbelief from his voice while his confusion settles in him. Several thoughts race in his mind altogether, not one of them making sense. The more he spends time with her, the more outrageous and bizarre his life is becoming.

Millennium worth of serving his God, living under the constant suffering of his karmic debt with no means of treatment or relief, losing the ones he held dear to him because of it. All those thoughts, spiralling down into nothingness, almost appearing just like an endless bad dream. The notion that all of his life has been a lie unsettles him.

Xiao has been notorious for having a never faltering will, an ironclad conviction and determination to see his duties through, his strong sense of purpose guiding him to live another moment – factors that allowed him to outlive his comrades. In an instant, all those things turn to dust. All because of the human girl before him, seeing him in his most vulnerable state.

“Xiao?”

She calls out once more, and it pulls him back to the present. It almost seems like a cruel joke that moments prior, he almost fainted from the agonizing sensation piercing his head and now, he feels lighter than air. The unfamiliar, but welcomed, peacefulness lingering in his worn-out soul lulls him closer to something he has never managed to quite relish beforehand: sleep – at least not without the terrors of his nightmares from all the beings he slaughtered.

For the first time ever, Xiao finds an overwhelming comfort, in the hands of a girl that pushed him to oppose all the things he has fought for, for as long as he can remember. He fights through his drowsiness, the exhaustion from enduring the brief, but destructive torture prior to her intervention catches up to him. Though, before his conscious slips from his fingers he asks her.

“Just, who are you?”

But before Xiao can receive an answer, his world turns to black, falling in her arms. A small smile forms on her lips while she stares at the serene look on his face, his chest rising and falling in his sleep. She tucks the loose strand of green hair behind his ear.

“Please, rest well, Xiao.”

Across the nation, in his quiet and hidden abode near the harbour, Zhongli takes a small sip from his teacup. A sigh of disbelief breaks the silence in his room. His mind recounting the conversation that took place at the Jade Chamber, where their Creator has taken residence since their descent. The former Archon struggled to mask the shame he bore in his voice when he reported to them that his most trusted Adeptus took the Imposter’s side. He settles his porcelain cup on his table.

He knows what a bird, who has been caged for a long period of time, can do.

But Zhongli is still not prepared to set him free.

Just not yet.

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Her last hope - Chapter 1

[SAGAU Xiao x Creator!Reader] Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4

Warnings: None, perhaps a slight Yandere Geo Archon.

A/N: Well, angst is just a powerful tool, and who better than Xiao to be the main character.

The ground beneath her feet rumbles once more. She refuses to acknowledge her emotions, but to be all on her own in a lost cave at the limits of Nantianmen, the unforgiving thunderstorms and earthquakes that have been going on ever since she can remember, fear roots in the depths of her heart. Unaware of how long she has been running, the hours she burnt escaping the murderous grasp of people who she saw for the first time in her life, her legs feel numb. She has to choke down on a whimper, her hand covering her mouth to silence herself, but the tears speak for themselves. The pain seeping in her throws her in a slow descent towards madness, the fear installed inside her brain causes her to tremble even at the slightest sound. Flashes and images of the shouting crowd, the roars of the people wishing her death continue to haunt her.

She screams. Her lungs consuming more air than she can hold, her throat soon to become hoarse from the sudden strain, the tears that fail to stop even if she wanted them to. She presses her hands more on her mouth to cut off further noises. Upon realization, in shock, she looks around her surroundings. No one bore witness to her breakdown. A part of her feels relief, her secret location is still safe to lodge in until she gains enough strength to find another place she can feel safe and protected, however, another part of her feels like her heart has been stabbed – it kills her to know that no matter how much she suffers or scream, not a single soul will come to her aid.

“Please, I want to go home.” She mutters to herself, crouched in the corner of the damp cave, hugging herself from the violent ground rumble manifesting once more.

The wet sound of a small plop makes her heart sink, her instincts telling her to stand up and run before it becomes too late. She tries to get up, but her legs ignore her pleas. She tries again, but nothing happens. “No, no! Please! I’ll leave, just please spare me!” She raises her forearms to protect herself despite the fact that she knows that resistance is futile.

However, her train of thoughts are disrupted when she hears an inhumane but gentle whimper. Gaining the courage to look up she sees a small pyro slime deprived of all of its fire. The creature continues to whimper while hopping deeper in the cave. Rain. From her utter despair to escape her situation, she even fails to realize the change of atmosphere around her. Perhaps the slime also needs a shelter from its harsh present. Another slime hops in the cave, but unlike the first one, it looks a little much worse for wear. It takes no more than a second for her to realize that the colour of the geo slime is of a paler tone that the usual. A stream of dust and amber gushes out of the side of its head, the discomfort in its wails grow stronger and stronger. She hesitates, but after a few seconds she to crawl on her hands and knees towards them. The small creatures are alarmed, afraid of the presence of the unknown stranger.

“I want to help, please.”

Her whispers are almost lower than an audible tone, but it helps her convince them of her sincere intentions. She smiles a little and offers her hand forward as slow as she can to not startle them. One of them trudges forward until it reaches her. It must have been the fact that its fire has died, but instead of burning her hand, the pyro slime feels warm to her touch. After a few more seconds of wait, the second slim trudges towards her and its companion, leaving a river of a vibrant colour comparable to the sunset. The girl, as cautious as she can, picks the smaller creature and puts her hand just a few centimetres from what she believes to be the wound. Although her intentions of a light caress dissipate the moment her palm begins to emit a on odd heat, not enough to put her in a discomfort, but instead, it startles her. The slimes stare at her in wonder, in particular the one she cradles on her lap. It appears to be in better shape. Curious to find out the answer to her question, she hovers her hand above the gush once more, however, instead of retracting her hand like before, she stills herself. The wave of heat crashes against her skin once more. A small sound of satisfaction from the geo slime, whose colour reverts to its original state, reaches her ears.

“Is this alright?”

It comes out a little louder than her previous tone, a small smile is shown on her lips when she realizes that the gush is gone and so is the waterfall of amber. The other slime begins to jump at the sight causing its friend to do the same. The girl watches in delight, it becomes the first form of comfort she receives ever since she woke up in an unknown place where no one but herself wants her well.

However, the solace she found crumbles quicker than she can process. A spear pierces through the slimes turning them in to nothing but dust particles right before her.

“Had I been in this position, I would have fled from the continent instead of wasting time.”

The unfamiliar stern and cold gaze of Zhongli makes her tremble. He has found her. Frozen in fear, but her legs begin to tremble more than the earth beneath her at the presence of the former Geo Archon. Her shoulders start to rise and fall from her shallow, but quick breaths, the sight of the tall man is disappearing from her view at a rapid pace as darkness tries to consume her consciousness. A throbbing pain is corrupting her thoughts and her rational mind is escaping her grasp. Zhongli points the tip of his weapon in front of her face. She cries even harder, but no sound comes out of her mouth. Nothing is making sense to her no longer. The terror has consumed her.

However, despite the sea of haze she is being pushed down to drown, one clear voice surfaces in the back of her mind. Something stops her fall towards the depths of her demise. The strand of hope appears, and she grabs it, refusing to let it go.

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.

“Xiao!”

A sudden trail of green mist fills her sight, the harsh freezing breeze being overthrown, in its stead, a warmth so comfortable that she fails to accept that the quick change in scenario is all but false. Xiao holds her fragile frame close to his chest, his primordial jade tight in his grasp. The latter has to brace himself from the collateral shock of witnessing the unforgiving look Zhongli has cursed him with. The former Geo Archon furrows his brows, and the frown is evident on his lips, he awaits for his answer in silence. The smaller Adeptus feels a rush of adrenaline pumping in his veins, his temperature bouncing from a cold stance to a heated one, disoriented at the situation at hand causing a drop of sweat fall down his temple. A small and weak tug catches his attention, the almost unconscious girl he has been holding gives her a pleading gaze before she slips in the darkness, fainting from the mere pressure surrounding her.

His heart begins to beat louder and faster. His mind races. For the first time in his life, Xiao is being called to disregard an order from Zhongli.

“Forgive me, my Lord.”

A sigh fills the cavern of dampness. Golden amber hues settle themselves at the same position the Yaksha has stood and left, the imposter of their Creator in his arms. He shakes his head in disapproval – his most reliable and trusted Adeptus has been corrupted.

#genshin x reader #xiao x reader #genshin sagau #sagau xiao

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My little Snowflake [Reader X Zhongli]

Zhongli had decided to surprise you. He knew very well that you had been working relentlessly in the last few months. You couldn’t even enjoy each others’ company at its fullest. He had been missing you so much, but he would not complain about your absence. He knew well that the ongoing work project meant a lot for you and your career.

With the coming of winter, the dark-haired man had thought a cabin weekend trip together, away from everything and everyone, could ease your stress. The sky, probably listening to his prayers, fulfilled his wish. As soon as you both reached the cabin Zhongli rented, light snowflakes started falling gracefully, creating a candid and breathtaking landscape. Each year Zhongli looked forward to the first snow, as he associated with it a special memory. Your first kiss. He forged the image of that moment in his mind. Your loving look pierced through his soul, the embarrassment painted adorably on your cheeks and the tip of the nose slightly reddened by the cold. Zhongli had kissed you with such passion that he took your breath away and set your body on fire, despite it had been shaking short before your lips met.

You see him smiling to himself by the window looking at the landscape. You are slightly confused, but you hug him nonetheless from behind craving for his warmth. Your arms are now wrapped around his slender waist. The pleasant colony of bergamot that envelops him and the cozy warmth transmitted by his body were a welcome relief from the wintry weather outside. You feel immediately at peace and you can’t help but snuggle further into his broad shoulders.

“The snow reminds me of you … it is graceful, fragile and wonderful” Zhongli whispers, turning his head just to be able to glance at you. Your boyfriend managed to surprise you every time. You are stunned by those words and feel your cheeks heating up. A sweet smile makes its way through his plump lips, noticing your reaction. He finds you simply adorable and the sight of you alone makes him the happiest man in the world.

„I love you, my little Snowflake“.

Dedicated to @izzyphantomgamer

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i’d love to see boyfriend headcanons for artem from tears of themis 💕

You asked, I shall deliver with what information I have as of now (I’m a Luke stan so I haven’t actually done the other character stories yet so pardon me if I’m wrong ab some things)\

Artem Wing bf headcanons gn reader LETS GO

Edit: I got really carried away this is a long post where you have to get halfway through it to get to the main point of the request

- Mans does not know what he’s doing at the start

- No, like seriously.

- He’s gone what, 29 years without a lover? Not even lover, a partner??? Hell most people would expect him to be a ladies’ man but apparently no one’s piqued his interest before.

- Until you showed up. You and your undeniable presence, waltzing elegantly into his boring, work-filled life.

- Never had he ever thought he would have such prominent and unescapeable feelings for you. After all, you were, and still are, his junior employee. He is your senior, he ought to keep things strictly professional.

- Right?

- But who could possibly resist? A beautiful soul with a just as beautiful face, creating a calming centre wherever they tread, always knowing exactly how to lighten up the mood,,,

- You.

- You truly were beautiful in Artem’s eyes.

- I don’t think he realised his feelings for you until he watched as you broke down in front of him out of relief. You clung onto Artem after a particularly dangerous stakeout mission that he came back from, refusing to let go. Although unscathed, the thought of him risking his life out there to investigate a mere drug was enough to invoke a week of sleepless nights.

- As you collapsed into his chest, he couldn’t help but press your head further into himself, heart clenching at your trembling figure. The second the mission debrief with the NXX crew was over, he had rushed over to your apartment to check on you. Not because he knew you were worried sick, but because he was worried sick. Was there anyone to take care of you while he was away? Luke had been particularly busy, he couldn’t have checked up on you that much. Had something happened to you unbeknownst to him? Raging thoughts raced around his mind as he slammed onto the gas anxiously.

- Now that he knew you were safe, a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. A minute ago as you opened up the door for him, he had noticed your dark eyebags, along with your raspy voice as your mouth opened only to say a single word.

- “Artem!”

- Nothing else was needed as you wrapped your arms around his back, sobbing into his shirt. With his white shirt bunched up in your fists, he really couldn’t help it. He longed to keep you safe. Even if impossible, to shield you from the world’s evils. Being a lawyer, it’s a stressful job. Every day, you punish people for acts they’ve committed that you may deem depraved, yet you would never understand the pain they have gone through that pushed them to these lengths.

- As his shirt became progressively more and more wrinkled, his grip never loosened. This was the moment he had put down all his barriers, melting into your embrace. Feeling overwhelmed by everything, Artem starts to pepper soft, fluttering kisses over your head, before sweeping you off the ground in a bridal carry, heading towards your bed.

- He slowly lays you down, pulling the blanket out from beneath you and tucking you in, before quietly going downstairs to your kitchen, where he boils up a good serving of chicken soup with whatever he can find from your fridge for your sore throat.

- He carefully wakes you up from your short-lived nap, just to feed you the soup he had made. He insisted on feeding you, but you got your way in the end, slowly eating the first proper meal you’ve had in a few days.

- As he was about to leave, you tug on his coat hanging from his arm, eyes practically begging for him to stay the night with you. Out of sheer exhaustion and, unbeknownst to Artem at the time, love pouring out of him, he gave your forehead a soft kiss, letting it linger on your skin, as he took a seat next to you on your bed.

- Now mans really thought he was slick and thought you wouldn’t notice the warm, fluttering feeling on your face, so picture the embarrassment and shock he felt when you questioned him about it the next day.

- “Artem, I didn’t know you gave such nice forehead kisses.”

- Oh my god.

- An absolute blushing mess, doesn’t know how to respond to that properly, imagine getting a lawyer all tongue tied, the power you hold wow.

- “W-well, I was simply trying to calm you down, that’s what my mother used to do, it was really just a force of habit, there’s not much to look into and or analyse, if it made you uncomfortable in any way I sincerely apologise.”

- “I said they were nice, you really think it made me uncomfortable?”

- And cue Artem awkwardly looking at you, you couldn’t quite make out what he was feeling. Guilt? Shyness? Relief? You never figured it out as he landed a quick, soft peck on your lips.

- “Is this nice too..?”

- And thus the moment you guys became official.

- Okay onto the main point, he is SO SWEET.

- As my friend calls him, a manwife.

- He can cook, clean, is good with kids, will stand up for you, calm and collected, just the right amount of romantic although a little awkward at times (he’s new to all this love stuff let the man live), tends to your needs, knows how to ground you when needed, literally such an ideal partner.

- However, he is not without his own flaws. At times, he might fail to fully sympathise with someone as his lawyer principles kick in, viewing situations too objectively for his own good. Whenever he gets fed up he tends to hide away and avoid contact with people out of frustration and fear that he might hurt them accidentally, making communication difficult at times. Did I mention that he is extremely socially awkward?

- As a lawyer, he would very much rather negotiate things in a peaceful, rational manner than to argue, he rarely raises his voice at anyone, let alone you. The one time he got so fed up that he raised his tone a little bit, he made it up to you tenfold. I’m talking apologising over and over again, watching your favourite movies in bed even though he can’t stand stupid animated movies, and making a mental note on what to and not to say in arguments and how to avoid them.

- Artem is a socially awkward 29 year old virgin, it’s pretty funny when you go out with him. He’s got girls from every direction swooning over him and eyeing you enviously, and whilst you are obviously irked by the situation, he simply pays no mind and doesn’t understand what is going on. By the time you get home and suddenly become extra clingey and protective, he still hasn’t figured out what happened and is actually confused as to why you’re acting this way.

- In order to live with your very own Artem Wing 2021 limited edition boyfriend you must learn what he likes and what he doesn’t like. When he’s frustrated, closed off, and or in a distressed state, helping him relax his shoulders and playing with his fingers and hair are a big yes. His shoulders are stiff from work, they need a break. Massage his scalp!!! Literally so relieving, no more headaches that shit go bye bye~ Please refrain from trying to pry until he seems to be less tense prior to the comforting.

- This man is so sweet in the most clueless way. He’s a bit of a textbook romantic. He’s not sure what to do so he does whatever he’s seen done in movies or books or examples from that stupid pyschology of attraction book Celestine gave him. So far he has randomly started twirling you around whilst walking home on an empty street at night, had picnics during nice sunny days like in that Up montage before his wife just fuckin dies, kissed you on a field during a bike ride on an off day, you name it, he’s tried it out or at least thought of trying it out.

- Artem has never asked for much, yet pours his heart out for you, he tries so hard god I love this man. All in all he just hopes that he can be by your side along the way, guiding you along the way to become a successful attorney like himself, as well as protecting you from harm to the best of his abilities. He just wants to see you truly happy and relaxed, the sheer sight is enough to put a smile on his face, and remind him why he fell in love in the first place.

Oh my god i finished this it is currently 5:32am and counting hope you like it i got way too carried away ok bye goodnight

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