5 times someone thought you were more than friends with Xiao
...and 1 time you thought they may be right
Info: Xiao x Reader, some dialogue or scenes may be more fem-aligned, but GN pronouns used. Allusions to Ganyu's voiceline about Xiao. Childe x Reader if you squint, Zhongli x Reader if you REALLY REALLY squint.
Warnings: Depictions of violence/blood, jealousy
She truly hadn't meant to eavesdrop, much less intrude into anything personal. After all, he had asked her to meet him here. Their training had been ceaseless with him always insisting her form was off or she needed to have better awareness. She knew he was simply looking out for her, just trying to help, but she still couldn't help but be wary of him. Their time together did nothing to ease the mild discomfort she felt, wriggling within her mind. Logically, his presence had nothing to do with the tragic demises of his fellow yakshas - his family - but it did little to settle her anxious brain. So, she was incredibly relieved when you began to show up day after day to training alongside him.
She probably should have questioned it more, but she was just happy to have someone to mitigate the tension. Besides, he even seemed to lighten up a little bit with you around. Before today, she'd never thought too deeply about the depth of your relationship to Xiao, it had just never occurred to her that you were more than a friend, or a fighting partner. Someone to help her train, perhaps, as Xiao had claimed you to be. In truth, you did nothing more than joke around and give an occasional pointer or two, but Ganyu had assumed Xiao kept you around because you made things less awkward.
When she saw the two of you alone at the location of her training, she approached as she would any other day. Your presence was not at all unusual. What was unusual was what she began to hear once she was within earshot.
"Come onn, Xiao! You know you wanna!" You exclaimed, clasping your hands together pleadingly. From her position on the hill behind, Ganyu paused, entirely unused to the casual tone you held. She couldn't see Xiao's expression, but she imagined it must have been a mix of exasperation and fondness. "I have no time for mortal amusements," he responded, tilting his head away so he was no longer making eye contact with you. With faux offense, you gasped, "Theatre is not just mortal amusements, it's art. Even you should be able to find some enjoyment out of it!"
To Ganyu's utter disbelief, your response had warranted...laughter from the yaksha. It had not been a bellowing laugh, nor had it been a chortle by any means; it had merely been a soft chuckle under his breath, but regardless, it was something Ganyu could never have imagined prior. You, on the other hand, seemed completely unphased. This must be normal to you, she realized with a start.
"Would it truly please you that much for me to accompany you?" he asked, holding a note of fondness in his tone. Grinning ear to ear, you nodded hurriedly. With a forced heavy sigh, Xiao slowly began to nod. "Alright...for you...and just this once. One show."
With a yell of victory, you took his hands in your own. "Yes!! Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'll make sure it's the best outing you've ever had."
Forcing herself to move, Ganyu made her presence known by clearing her throat. As if burned, you dropped Xiao's hands and dropped your arms to your sides. Ganyu was only just beginning to understand social gestures like this, but you seemed almost...guilty. Xiao, on the other hand, appeared to be fighting to keep his expression still. "Uh...welcome. Let's get right to it then," Xiao changed the subject abruptly, summoning his spear at his side.
Ganyu nodded out of instinct alone; her thoughts were elsewhere, wondering just what exactly she'd witnessed. How had she missed something so obvious? Surely, this must mean you two were...together? The longer the notion remained in her mind, the more she began to question it. Maybe the warmth in his voice had been a figment of her imagination. Maybe the way you held his hands so tightly in your own was just a sign of comradery from years of knowing one another. After a bit, she realized wondering about it would only confuse her more.
However, she examined each interaction between the two of you with a tad more attentiveness than before from then on.
Yanfei knew quite a great deal about the Conqueror of Demons - at least, she thought she did. But she was beginning to believe researching his part in battles and the history of the yakshas was not the same as actually knowing him. She knew he was strong enough to singlehandedly purge Liyue of demonic presences for hundreds of years. She knew he had lost his fellow yakshas, all those years ago, in various different ways. She knew that, ever since, he'd been quite hard to speak to.
What she didn't know, though, was that maybe he wasn't quite as much of a loner as she believed. Being stuck in the Chasm was definitely not her idea of a great way to spend an evening, but she couldn't complain when faced with the sight before her. The Conqueror of Demons, Adeptus Xiao, the almighty yaksha, the one she'd admired from afar since her childhood, was sitting right there. Not only that, but he had someone settled at his side, doting over his wounds.
He had brushed off her and Yelan, even the Traveler, but yet there you were. You were definitely pestering him about taking better care of himself, fussing over each little cut, but he didn't even seem slightly perturbed. In fact, his gaze met yours with a tender devotion that Yanfei couldn't begin to describe. He gladly accepted each brush of your hand over his skin, even leaning into the touch of your hand on his forehead to check if he had a fever from infection.
"Thank you, [Name]," he whispered. Yanfei was almost certain he hadn't mean to be listened to, but she couldn't help but be curious. "I never meant to burden you with this." Faced with his words, you shushed him gently. "Stop with that. You're never burdening me. I always care about you and it isn't an issue; I just want to know you're going to be safe. You can't be worrying me too much now, my poor heart won't be able to handle it," you teased lightheartedly, resting your hand over his as a silent comfort. Xiao smiled back at you before tilting his head back against the stone to rest.
You stayed at his side as if holding vigil. You sent almost wary glances to anyone that got too close, behaving like a protective mother hen. Yanfei may have thought it was silly in any other circumstance, but in the moment, it was endearing. She wasn't quite sure what she'd seen between the both of you, but at least in her opinion, that adoration in his eyes was far more than friendly.
He honestly wasn't sure what to make of it.
His friendship with you had begun solely out of professionalism - in other words, he had been using you - in order to form a working relationship with Zhongli. He was more than eager to take advantage of your friendship with the once-archon; but in the end, he was far more eager to accept a friendship with you out of nothing more than trust. You were a good person; you were strong, capable, funny, effortlessly beautiful - perhaps, that last part had little to do with friendship.
He enjoyed sparring with you most of all. You were a worthy opponent, although not nearly strong enough to ever actually win. Just the way he liked it. You didn't only spar of course. You would go out to eat, chat for a while, and do all the things a pair of friends should do. That's why it was nothing out of the ordinary for him to visit you.
He knew prior to this that you spent a large majority of your time at Wangshu Inn; he just didn't know why you decided to do so. Regardless, when seeking you out, he figured this was the most reasonable location for you to be. What he did not expect was the realization that you had a snack-sized guard dog that watched you like a hawk.
Xiao - as he found out he was called - had a presence that would have been intimidating to the average citizen, despite his small stature. Childe was not, in fact, an average citizen. He knew right away that this man was an adeptus, but it did little to deter him from conversing with you. He had a dark aura, and may have made for a good fight if the time ever came. But, he knew just from the glances Xiao cast your way that he wouldn't even attempt to harm him without your permission.
"So, what is he, your pet?" Childe teased. He made an effort to keep his tone light to keep up appearances, but he knew Xiao could sense his genuine hostility. With a light blush, you frowned, "No! No, of course not. Xiao is-"
"Right, right, I know. I'm just messing with the both of you, girly," Childe drawled smoothly. If looks could kill, Childe would certainly be dead. His tone had put a further dusting of pink upon your cheeks, but it had seemingly infuriated Xiao. The adeptus had crossed his arms, withdrawing further in an attempt to contain himself. "What have I told you about that nickname?" You laughed breathily, playing with your fingers.
"To stop," Childe stated matter-of-factly - but, if there was one thing he was good at, it was causing chaos. "However..." He leaned down to your level, meeting your eyes. He utilized every technique in the book to fluster you in front of...whoever Xiao was to you. He forced his eyes to look dark by gazing through half-lidded eyes, curving his lips up just a tad. "You are simply too adorable, darling. I like that it throws you off balance a bit, because then..."
He leaned further until he was mere inches away from your lips, knowing full well you could feel his breath dancing across your skin. "I can be the one to catch you if you fall," he whispered, quiet but purposefully just loud enough for Xiao to hear.
Before he could push his plan any further, Xiao had shoved him away hard enough for Childe to hit his back hard against the wood beam behind him. With a huff of breath, he staggered to catch his breath. "Xiao!" You cried, latching yourself to his arm in an attempt to placate. When Childe lifted his head, he witnessed something he hadn't quite expected from his little game.
Xiao had summoned his spear at his side, gripping it hard enough to splinter the wood if he wasn't careful. His chest was heaving with badly veiled fury, and his jaw was clenched tightly. "It's not a big deal. He likes to mess with me. He wouldn't really..." you trailed off uncertainly, still keeping your hands clasped around his arm. Xiao's only response to your words was to tilt his head slightly in your direction, making it known that he'd heard. Childe realized with a start; he was giving him time to speak as well.
With a mouthful of carefully worded excuses on the tip of his tongue, he realized he may have actually just overstepped. In all honesty, he really wasn't quite used to the foreign feeling of guilt.
It wasn't everyday Aether got the opportunity to complete a commission with both you and Xiao. Honestly, it was rare he got any assistance at all.
However, something that could have been a gathering worthy of celebration had quickly turned south. Aether had calculated prior that this commission would be rather...strenuous in comparison to his usuals. None of the other adventurers had even questioned taking the guild up on it, fearing for their lives and wellbeings.
But, for someone who has fought a God, how hard could it be? ...Right?
Even so, Paimon had urged him to at least take some reinforcements. With some encouragement from you, Xiao had agreed to assist both Aether and you (mainly you) with the task. It had begun slowly -only a few mitachurls and their lackeys. Following them had been some abyss mages, still small fries compared to the three of you.
But then, a writhing concoction of enemies had sprung themselves upon you. Xiao, at least to a degree, had to hold himself back in order to avoid casualties. It had been easy for the trio of you to hold them back at first, working in tandem and watching out for one another. In time, though, even adepti grow tired.
Aether's muscles were aching with the effort of parrying strike after strike, seemingly from every possible angle. The war cries and agonized screams of his enemies fell into background noise as he focused all of his energy on merely survival. His adrenaline alone was keeping him on his feet, and with a sidelong glance toward you, you didn't seem to be faring much better.
Sweat was dripping from your forehead and your cheeks were flushed a dark pink. Your breaths came in puffs, and Aether caught a small glimpse of your knuckles, porcelain white from gripping your weapon tightly. Xiao, at least, was handling himself alright. Even with an adeptus on their side, it was beginning to feel like a winless fight.
Aether ducked his head, narrowly avoiding a mitachurl's thick axe. He sliced clean through a hilichurl, trying his best not to let his gaze linger on their crumpled body. Behind him, he heard you cry out in pain.
He may have missed it if not for the shrill sound you made, following the scream of a mage. "[Name]!" Xiao cried. Though he was still in the midst of several enemies, Aether swiftly whipped his head around. The thought of you being severely injured in the throes of a fight like this - or even killed - drove him to put his safety second to your own.
A stray arrow had pierced you in the shoulder from behind, now sticking sickeningly out of your skin. Aether knew at first glance that pulling it out may have made the damage worse, but seeing you in such a state made his stomach flip. Thin rivulets of blood trickled from the wound, seeping through your clothing as they trailed down your back.
The last thing he saw before he was forced to turn his head back to the enemy was Xiao pulling you away. Aether was certain that, with you gone, he was surely going to take his last breath here.
Is this really how I want to go? In a foreign land, with my sister never at my side again?
A loud battle cry startled him out of his thoughts. He turned to see a sizable group of Millelith rushing into the fight from his left, striking several with their pointed spears as they went. At the head, he caught sight of Keqing and Ganyu, seeming to be taking this battle quite personally.
He felt dizzy with relief, his knees wobbling under his own weight. Soldiers flew past him on all sides, appearing to form a human barrier between him and the cruel creatures that had come to take his life. It was only when Ganyu rushed to his side - frantically surveying him - that he realized how injured he was. He was littered in thin cuts and bruises, all far less worrisome than they appeared from the outside.
Ganyu spoke words that he couldn't hear over the clashing of metal. He couldn't bring himself to try and make out the voices until he knew what had become of you and Xiao. Aether lifted himself up on his toes, trying to make out your face through the crowd. One by one, the enemies fell. The commotion slowly quieted, fizzing out into a few stray yells.
Aether pushed through the crowd, following the noise to where it was at it's worst. His breath caught in his lungs as he caught sight of you. Your back had been pressed against a large boulder, and Xiao was standing before you like a shield. A lawachurl stood before the both of you, towering quite far above your heads.
You looked as if you could hardly keep your head up, your neck failing to keep you up as your head bobbed up and down again and again. You were fighting frantically to keep yourself awake. Xiao refused to back down in the face of the creature before him, gritting his teeth and glaring almost accusingly.
Even as the lawachurl raised his mighty fist to strike, Xiao only turned to face you and curled you protectively into his chest.
Aether hardly registered Keqing moving to the front, moving so swiftly and with such certainty. His eyes remained trained on Xiao. In a blink, the lawachurl's head had been removed from his shoulders and fell to the ground.
There was silence. A heartbeat passed, then two, then three. Keqing stood over her kill, heaving in breaths. Blood had splattered across her dress, coating it in viscous liquid. Millelith soldiers began to flood towards her. They surrounded her and spit words of praise, desperately talking over each other. Aether simply wanted to see more of you.
Peering past his allies, he finally saw what he'd been looking for. Xiao had knelt beside you, ignoring the clawed hand of the lawachurl mere feet away. He whispered soft words to you that Aether couldn't hear over the commotion, gently tracing the skin of your face.
Perhaps he was trying to reassure you that everything was okay, or console you through the pain. Regardless, the concern was evident in his gaze. It seemed that Aether had faded entirely from Xiao's mind, but he couldn't find it in himself to feel betrayed.
How could he have missed this? You and Xiao were some of his closest companions in Teyvat, and all this time, he'd been blind to the way Xiao always looked at you. The way he always made sure you were safe before anyone else. Without fail, Xiao could be found wherever you were. Now, he had refused to abandon you even if it spelled out his own demise.
Aether knew with certainty that the amount of people he would die for was rather small. There was his sister, of course, and Paimon. After that, who else could take him away from his goals?
Xiao lifted you onto his back, allowing you to loosely wrap your arms around his neck. He secured his hands under the weight of your thighs before briefly speaking to a Millelith soldier. The soldier nodded, then saluted, and Xiao - with you in tow - disappeared.
What else could be more obvious than that?
Tea with the ones you care about is always a pleasant thing.
Xiao had been an apprentice of sorts for many years - too many to count, truly. He'd saved Xiao from the hands of an unworthy God, and granted him freedom for a price. No decision had ever been more worthwhile. He had never met an individual with a greater loyalty to his land and to his lord; he had never met anyone like Xiao.
Then, there was you. You were a lovely distraction from his now monotonous daily life, providing him with hours of gratifying companionship. You often brought interesting things for him to try: movies, books, new flavors of tea, incense, he could never guess what little gifts you'd carry at your side.
The two of you were both beings he cherished greatly.
Why, then, was this so painfully boring?
Well, he could physically see why, but the logic of it was lost on him. It was so entirely obvious that the both of you were lovesick for one another, why not simply get it over with?
Xiao's eyes kept drifting back to you, then darting away when yours did the same to him. Your cup of tea had been left to go cold as you - quite awkwardly - tried to keep up pleasantries with Zhongli. Discussing such trivial things as the weather was far below you, and Zhongli yearned to remind you of this fact, but he didn't dare.
The conversation was excruciatingly dull, and not only due to your failure at making small talk. Xiao had never been talkative - at least not often - but he was rarely this quiet around Zhongli of all people. His eyes always seemed drawn to the way your hair blew gently in the evening breeze, or your lips moving as you spoke. You tried desperately to carry the conversation along for all three members of the table, so much so that you were oblivious to the longing stares Xiao cast your way.
It seemed to Zhongli that your feelings for each other must be at their peak. One way or another, something must tip. He simply needed to give one of you a nudge.
As you excused yourself for the restroom, he was given the perfect opportunity for some insight. Xiao followed you with his eyes as you left, even lingering on the space you left behind. Zhongli cleared his throat, and Xiao snapped his gaze back respectfully.
"Enlighten me as to what exactly has made you both so terribly awkward around one another," Zhongli said plainly, taking a silent sip of his tea. Xiao stared back at him with wide eyes. His mouth hung open like a fish, opening and closing as if gaping for air.
"You didn't truly think me so unobservant, did you?" Zhongli hummed amusedly. A smirk graced his lips, but it was not in poor taste. Xiao took a deep breath and released it in a heavy sigh. "They were hurt recently...nothing that couldn't be resolved," Xiao began to explain, glancing away into the distance, "I stood in front of them. I was going to take the hit...I promised to always be there to keep them safe, you know."
If Zhongli felt displeased at the knowledge, he didn't allow it to show. He merely nodded his head, urging Xiao to continue. Xiao swallowed hard, "I don't think they were happy to hear about it when they woke up. I can't begin to understand why, and we haven't talked about it since."
Zhongli traced the edge of his tea cup with a gloved finger. He nodded along to the words, evidently thinking of what to say. "Would you have liked to hear that they were thinking of dying in your place, if the roles had been reversed?"
Horror stretched across Xiao's face. "Of course not," he exclaimed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Zhongli remained silent for a moment, and then realization hit Xiao. "Oh," he whispered softly.
"And why do you think that is?"
Xiao thought to himself briefly. "Because..." He trailed off. "Because I care about them. I wouldn't want them to get hurt, especially not if it was because of me." His cheeks up to the tips of his ears were flushed pink, and he refused to look up from his lap.
Zhongli was not familiar with such reluctance to admit affection. However, he knew it was something Xiao had always struggled with. To say he was unsurprised would be a lie. He hadn't thought it would be so easy to pull the words from Xiao.
"Don't you think they must feel the same way?" Zhongli prompted, although not unkindly. With a guilty sigh, Xiao nodded. Before he could fall too far into self loathing, Zhongli felt he must pick up the pace before you returned.
"It would be far easier to just tell them that you love them," he proclaimed. Xiao opened his mouth to refute it, but you were already approaching the table again with newfound confidence.
Zhongli raised an eyebrow, daring Xiao to continue speaking. The adeptus surrendered the conversation, but he didn't look up from his lap again. If Xiao's cheeks were pink before, now they were aflame with red.
His friends reduced to fools in love. Zhongli sighed internally, but in reality, he couldn't be more pleased with how this turned out.
It was unlike Xiao to ever leave his solitude for the company of mortals, let alone go to anything celebratory. Then again, Xiao was often out of character when it came to you.
Somehow, despite promising to him that you'd remain by his side, you'd lost him in the sea of people. Lantern Rite was, after all, a bustling event after dark. You dipped in and out of the mass of faces, all twirling with their dancing partners and grinning ear to ear. Muttering apologies, you gently pushed through the crowd.
You could only imagine the sour mood Xiao would be in when you finally located him. Your presence was often the only thing keeping him grounded at places like this as it is; now, with the music blaring and people singing along, he'd be even more antsy. Just as you were beginning to believe he'd teleported himself safely away from all this, you saw him.
He was leaning casually against an unoccupied wall, crossing his arms almost protectively over his chest. Just as quickly as you'd spotted him, he'd spotted you. You watched his eyes light up with recognition, just barely softening - such a small reaction that if you didn't find yourself studying him, you may have missed it. Despite the vulnerability that accompanied it, you realized you must have appeared the same.
People danced around you, nimble feet sliding just around your figure, yet you didn't dare move. No matter how many times your view was momentarily blocked, your gaze held his own. With a small, inconspicuous smile, he only seemed to stare more intensely. Any awkward tension that may accompany such a gesture with anyone else was suspiciously absent in this case. Silently, you moved toward him, weaving through the crowd absentmindedly.
As you approached, he lifted himself toward you as if he were a moth to a light. Mere inches away from each other, you could smell him - honeyed and sweet, something you simply wanted to bury yourself into. "You've finally arrived," he commented, albeit fondly.
With a breathless chuckle, you agreed, "It seems I have."
The words hung between you for a moment, a familiar quiet amid the hustle and bustle around you. You have always adored Xiao for his ability to say so much to you without speaking a single word aloud. His amber eyes, glinting in the silver light of the moon, would speak in his stead.
You settled at his side, silently urging him to do the same. You always knew Xiao enjoyed staying on the sidelines of events like this, and that was enough for you; you wouldn't long to push him too far out of his comfort zone for your sake alone.
Despite your eyes being focused on the crowd, your mind wandered elsewhere. The unsteady thumping of your heart within the confines of your chest alerted you to feelings that may have been pushed under the surface. Your thoughts lingered on Xiao; you had always known him far better than others' misconstrued perceptions of him. A violent and cruel adeptus with the power to kill as he pleased, some may say, and they would be wrong. Xiao had always protected you fiercely, never once complaining about what many would deem rotten work. His hands were always gentle, and his smile was always soft and graceful on his lips.
You spent most of your days at Wangshu Inn nowadays, even beginning to store some of your things in the room he'd reserved for you. At the times you were without him, you felt he was rarely far behind - watching from a distance, always watching out for you.
Of course you'd entertained the thought of becoming more to him than a friend. You thought of it more and more often recently; when he'd place a gentle hand on the small of your back, or brush your hair from your eyes while you were talking. But, you'd always assumed it mustn't be possible. He was an adeptus, and you were nothing more than an average mortal. There must be a thousand things he'd want that you could never possibly provide. Right?
Why, then, did you turn to see him staring right at you? For the brief moment before he averted his gaze, you'd seen it all. The warmth in his stare, aimed directly for you and no one else. How could you have been so blind?
This was the man who would die for you, who would kill for you, live for you. The realization washed over you in waves, driving the breath from your lungs and making you weak in the knees. Had you loved him all this time? A thousand conflicting thoughts rushed through your head - could he truly love you? What would become of you when you grew old and frail? How would he cope in your absence? Was it worth the risk?
In the midst of your internal battle, you hadn't realized your hand was subconsciously reaching for his own. Perhaps, even now, your mind knew there was only man who could ever console you. Only one man who could protect you from your own self-doubt.
Your fingers laced with his own, and despite the quiet gasp you heard from his lips, he only reciprocated the gesture. His hand squeezed tightly around your own, and you didn't dare meet his eyes. You were frightened of the intensity of it all, the vulnerability of the adoration you'd be met with.
If you merely kept holding him like this, maybe everything would be okay after all.
the scottish play
word count: ~3.1k
-> warnings: spoilers for liyue story quest, reader dies (again). blood mention. zhongli probably cries off camera
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you should have known better than to trust liyue.
a rock hits your shoulder, kicked down from the ledge behind you, and the abyss mage in front of you shouts a cry lost amidst the hilichurls’-
clubs are grabbed and shields are raised, the electro shooter taking your wrist roughly and pulling you away. you hear human voices behind you, calls to get them! and that’s the missing artifact! nearly drowned under your heartbeat in your ears. the electro hilichurl pushes you behind the grenadier before grabbing its crossbow, hastily beginning to load it. in the camp, you can see an archer up on the stone ledge—the same one you entered from—as well as four other millelith guards in the camp itself. an electro-infused bolt skims the cheek of one, a spear narrowly blocking the swing of a club, two have to ditch their weapons and roll to dodge to mitachurl’s charge-
the grenadier’s calloused hands pull you out of the way of an arrow, one that lands in the sand and quivers with force. the hilichurl pushes you away, waving its hands for you to run.
if you’d have paid more attention to the fight, you’d have noticed the hilichurls were fighting defensively to give you time.
you turn on worn, hole-ridden shoes, doing your best to take in air as you run down the path. this area of liyue is sparse, with no weaving pathways to hide in or trees to cover you. there’s nothing for the earth to shelter you with, and other than bringing more dust into the air around the archer, it’s just as helpless as you are.
there’s a building set besides a crack in the huge wall besides the path, a fork approaching quicker than you’d like. the path continues forward, toward trees, but it’s a long way to the small forest..
you turn. an arrow bounces off the stone just behind you as you do.
immediately you recognize your mistake, spotting first spiked walls, then rippling red banners, then the archer towers they’re attached to and the guards climbing down the ladders on them.
the crack you saw seems to open into a larger area, with trees you’ve never seen before, so you take the risk that the millelith can’t climb all that quickly with their armor and keep running. it’s not like you would have survived turning back anyways; they’re the ones with the archer towers.
a guard makes it to the ground just as you pass, throwing aside his spear and running after you. an arm loops around your waist, then another over your arms as you fall.
the weight of the guard on top of you knocks out the air from your lungs, leaving you dazed. he quickly gets off and pulls at the arm with the ring on it as you desperately try not to breathe in dirt.
you fuss, trying first to close your hand into a fist then hitting at his with your other. it works, the ring falling to the dirt, and though you try to follow it with your eyes you quickly lose it in the light of the sun.
the guard starts to wipe desperately at the dirt and you take the opportunity to run into the crack, pulling a random bundle of things you hope are medical supplies off a nearby cart as you do. the guards shout at you, but you keep running, taking a set of confusing turns before coming across a small campsite. there are tents and rudimentary walls, but you decide to shove yourself into the space between a stack of crates and a wall, holding your breath.
footsteps thunder by, slowing to a stop not too far from where you’re hidden. you clutch at and attempt to cover the white in your arms, turning it towards the wall as far as you can without moving the crates. you don’t dare move to peek between the boxes, simply sitting in your little corner and hoping beyond reason that they won’t think to search in the most obvious area.
“where’d they go?”
your heart thuds in your chest and you have to fight to keep your breathing quiet, pressing yourself further against the wall as the guards search the small camp.
the floor tips and spins beneath you, the world blurry and hazed from dehydration and exhaustion, but you stay hidden as boots stomp by again, listening to the irritated words from one of the guards as they pass.
“we must report this to the qixing.”
zhongli walks through liyue harbor, one hand holding a folder and the other one clenched in a fist. he can feel the stares of people as he passes, the new whispers on their tongues, and he sets his jaw, picking up the pace.
he’s used to the stares. people pointed him out as odd, eccentric, the funeral consultant that everybody knew yet didn’t know why, or where he was from. the stranger that somehow knew alarming amounts of liyuen history, the new worker at the parlor who puts up with the director, the one with a vision from liyue yet seems adept at using it nonetheless.
stares are regular, until they’re not.
the empty space on his lower back where his faux-vision once was affects him more than it should. maybe because it feels like a real one, now, since he hasn’t been able to manipulate geo ever since it turned against him. the lack of pressure, the missing weight of glass and gold, no matter how papery the front it put up, bothered him. it wasn’t real in any sense, it was utterly worthless, it didn’t glow or have any connection at all, and yet.. it still refused to obey him. touching it felt like he was cutting his palm open over and over despite the lack of physical injuries, and when he tried to have hu tao reattach it to (a new) chain, it only stabbed at him through his clothes.
it was fake. it shouldn’t be possible.
but he couldn’t tell anybody of his plight.
nodding a greeting at the blacksmith, he continued his journey across the harbor.
“-did his vision-?”
questions flew in the space between people, gossip lighting the way between lampposts. he knew they were watching. he didn’t know why it unnerved him so much.
zhongli kept walking.
two millelith guards are standing duty near the bridge, and he listens in on their conversation as he passes.
“-hear any updates on the situation?”
“no, only that they’ve gotten to the chasm. it’s to dangerous for the qixing to send-..”
he files the information away.
zhongli openes the door to the parlor, nodding in greeting at ferrylady. perhaps he should pay the chasm a visit on the chance that the guards were speaking of what he hoped they were.
you wouldn’t be too much of a challenge—he is still, after all, morax, the god of war and contracts. he’d signed on the dotted line when he took his first breath, signed to be the warrior of his god and to stand by their side for as long as he lived. it was a deal he could easily uphold, and one he’s not going to fail.
he’s served his god all his life, and he refuses to allow such disgrace to befall their name.
perhaps if he’s lucky, he’ll be the one allowed to slay you…
he shakes the thoughts of bloodshed from his mind, knocking twice on a door marked ‘director’. when he hears permission to enter, he wastes no time in pushing it open.
hu tao’s eyes brighten when she see’s it’s him, the pen in her hand twirling around her fingers in her excitement. “zhongli! you’re back quickly.”
he nods, stepping forward to hand her the folder. “the negotiations went easier than anticipated.”
her eyes suddenly narrow, hee hand retracting from the folder. “did you say what i told you to?”
“yes, director, i kept the price within the range you specified. i was simply commenting on the simplicity of the transaction; who knew it was so easy to-“
the air shifts, a presence materializing from a cloud of black and teal smoke at zhongli’s side. hu tao yelps, her chair skidding backward.
xiao catches the pen she throws at him with ease.
zhongli pulls it from his hand, the director having finally registered what happened.
“wha- who- you? y- you can’t just appear in my office like that!”
xiao paid her no mind, turning to zhongli and bowing, the latter easily dismissing the action.
“what news do you have?”
“i have scoured all of liyue and have yet to find a trace. in addition, b-… venti has not felt their presence upon the wind, and considering the tightening of security around the harbor thanks to the millelith, i can only assume they have either gone to sumeru through nantianmen or lumberpick valley, or they are in the chasm.”
the words of the millelith from earlier echoed in zhongli’s mind, a plan swiftly forming.
“i see. thank you, xiao. i will leave at once.”
with a nod, the adeptus vanishes back into a cloud of smoke.
“zhongli? who was that? and where are you going? who were you talking about?”
zhongli set the folder on her desk, the pen placed on top. “all in due time, ms. hu. until then, i’m afraid i must depart.”
“i promise that appropriate compensation for my leaving early will be arranged, and we may speak on the topic when i return.”
black and gold fabric twisted around him as he turned, the empty chain across his back glinting in the light of the office. while he had some regret about leaving so harshly—he’d surely receive a rant about reliance when he returned—it was quickly drowned under his determination.
his god was calling, and all he’d ever wished for was to answer.
you stumble into a tunnel next to a blue waypoint, walking in as far as you can manage before crumbling to the floor. you have to go. to hide. you don’t know how many ‘lives’ you have left, and you’re not keen on finding out, not with the qixing on your tail.
you drag yourself next to a shining chunk of cor lapis, gritting your teeth at the pain.
how did it come to this?
to running from the millelith, hiding in the chasm of all places?
you breathe heavily as you sit against the wall, the sudden shift from relaxation to running for your life taking a toll. you put your hands on the floor to shuffle further against the wall only to wince, moving your palm to see what sharp rock you’d landed on.
except it wasn’t a rock. the ring, the one the dendro slime gave you, is sitting peacefully on top of the dirt like it belongs there. still clean, still shining, the gem without a scratch you can see as you lift it up. the tunnel is only lit by sun streaming in from around the corner, and though it makes it hard to see imperfections on the gold, the light only highlights the wear on your figure. your clothes are tattered and worn, reduced to scraps, that ring the only thing of passable quality. how ironic, that the thing in best condition was the one you never should have taken—where would hilichurls even get them? did you think about it at all?—and the one that almost got you killed.
you couldn’t hold it against the millelith, really. you didn’t know where it came from or why. it didn’t look ancient to you, the gold still glimmering in the faint light, and the gem wasn’t large enough to be of any importance, but maybe it was. maybe it was some artifact that was really rare or highly sought after. maybe it was the dropped ring of some important ruler. maybe it was the wedding band of one of the workers here.
maybe you were just making excuses because you couldn’t find it in yourself to hate them.
..wow, this is kinda pathetic.
you do your best to wrap your wounds with the bandages you swiped, mumbling a quick thank you that they were bandages, no matter how covered in dust from your journey. between your shaky hands and the severity of the wounds, though, you don’t know if you’re actually doing anything of benefit. not to mention you’re still lying on the floor, in a dusty tunnel in the chasm.
dirt and rocks dig into your skin and wounds, scabs breaking as you curl up further, too caught up in your pain to hear the footsteps approaching you.
or maybe you do hear them, and simply don’t care.
you never had the highest level of self-preservation.
zhongli has lived for eons.
he’s seen it all.
nothing surprises him anymore.
but as he approaches the tunnel the millelith had told him of, as he walks and hears hitched breathing and choked words….
his knuckles are white around his polearm.
he turns the corner, stepping around a wooden support. dust stains the air as if trying to hide you from his view, but can still see. torn clothes, your hands wrapped in dirty bandages that are more likely to get them infected than protect, and you’re… you’re crying.
as he watches, you look up, matted hair falling into your face. you’re sitting next to a chunk of cor lapis, the ore looking like it’s glowing brighter than normal. in the golden light, he sees the tear tracks streak through the dirt on your face, and something like pity twinges in his chest.
something like a laugh leaves your cracked lips.
you knew him?
his posture tensed, but you only sat up straighter, leaning on the wall behind you. it was hard to tell if that was blood on the floor or just shadows cast by the ore nearby, but you were obviously weak.
you licked your lips. why hadn’t he moved yet?
“i don’t mind dying, you know. not if it’s you.”
you sounded weak, voice hoarse and painful, like your throat was lined with glass.
and yet… him?
how did you even know him?
surely… surely you weren’t the same person as before, in wuwang hill, right? you weren’t the one who looked up at him with eyes that glittered not with tears but with admiration, your gaze sweeping over his face with such emotion. you weren’t the one that, even as he pointed his spear at your heart, dared to whisper a compliment?
…what did it matter? you… you deserved to be slain. he couldn’t be swayed simply because you looked like his god.
his hand almost didn’t want to obey as he leveled his polearm at your neck, noting the exhaustion with which you relaxed further into the stone. your eyes fluttered shut, your hand landing closer to the light of the ore. he could see a ring on one of your fingers: gold, archaic, likely stolen from a ruin nearby. how pitiful that an artifact would be ruined by you.
the golden point of his blade leveled against your skin, seeming to buzz with excitement in his hand.
he should make it quick.
in his hesitance, you spoke. “you want last words?”
to ask somebody on death row for the worst of crimes for last words would probably be itself a crime elsewhere. giving you the opportunity to take advantage of him while he was vulnerable—though he doubted you had the strength for that…
a small smile crossed your face.
he swallowed. his hand wavered.
“if you wish.”
why did you seem so familiar?
he was starting to shake.
it didn’t matter that you looked like his god. you were the imposter, you were the fake, but being here with you…
why was he hesitating?
this was a sin against his god, to allow such a devil to walk his nation. and to dare to feel sympathy for such a-
“i don’t mind if i die.”
but your voice-
you spoke so softly with his weapon pointed at your throat, every bob of your skin threatening to tear itself across its edge. and yet, you continued, leaving him no choice but to believe your statement.
“i don’t know why you want to kill me, but i don’t. really.”
in the golden light of the lapis and whatever extra was coming around the corner, your skin broke.
what were you saying?
why couldn’t he listen?
he was entranced by the bead of blood, almost shimmering in the light, rolling down your neck.
he had to kill you.
he had to.
why didn’t he want to?
“it’s a good day to die.”
that was a lie, the skies were gray and threatened rain, the earth itself irritated and rumbling with an anger you couldn’t sense. the only reason you said that was because you didn’t know.
he found himself believing it anyway.
“kill me, morax.” the way you said his name- “i’m… i’m sure your god would be proud.”
what did you know of his god?
in the instant anger overcame him, he pressed vortex vanquisher forward, pushing until he hit stone. you flinched, blood rolling down his weapon and falling into your lap in waves. to his surprise, it didn’t stain the blade dark with crimson, instead…
he told himself it was the light.
your eyes fluttered, struggling, and he compared the shade of the ring on your finger to the one on his weapon. even in the tinted lighting, they looked the same.
it was impossible.
even as he tore his weapon away, a futile attempt to undo his actions, he knew it was impossible.
“kill me, morax.”
and he had, he had, and now he wanted nothing more than to take it back, dirt staining his knees as gloved hands fluttered over the wound as if it would magically stick back together.
“i’m sure your god would be proud.”
⁂~Falling for you, literally~⁂
Summary -> You have fainting spell(s).
Note -> I think I read something that also involved fainting spells a while back. I got this idea since I felt really dizzy today (I'm sick after all). I didn't faint and have never fainted before - only almost fainting - so anyone who actually has fainting spells can correct me!
Featuring -> Xiao, Diluc
Genre -> Fluff
"Hello, anyone still here?" You push the door open, being careful not to slam it. Examining the inside of the tavern, you notice spilled drinks, empty cups left behind on tables, and Diluc cleaning up.
"Your grace? I'm sorry, but the tavern is closed." Diluc drops the rag he used to clean the table aside, bowing slightly to you and walking behind the bar, "But, I don't mind making a quick drink for you,"
You smile at his offer, politely declining it though.
"Oh, okay then, is there anything else I can help you with?" Diluc peers behind you, making sure that no one is following you, holding the door open in case you decide to leave.
You pull up your sleeves and stroll over to the place where he left the rag, picking it up, "Oh, it's nothing. I just wanted to help clean up."
Diluc gently shuts the door, furrowing his eyebrows, "You really don't need to, your grace. I couldn't possibly make you clean." He offers his hand to you, seating you down close to the bar, "Please relax, I can do it."
"You can do it, yes," You stand up persistently, "but I'm sure it would be easier with an extra pair of hands."
You creep past him, grabbing back the rag with a cheeky smile. Diluc sighs, it seems like he can't convince you. He often checks up on you while you clean, always offering to continue himself if you feel tired.
"No, I'm fine. Just a little lightheaded. I haven't cleaned in a long time, so this is kind of refreshing!" You optimistically say, thinking back to all of the times you would clean while calling your friends back on Earth. All of the servants in your abode have been taking care of everything, which leaves you empty-handed.
You feel Diluc's palm press against your forehead. While he always did frown, he seemed to be frowning even more. He couldn't shake off that comment, even if you were only feeling a little lightheaded.
"Are you sure?" Diluc firmly asks.
You hesitate a bit, biting your lip. Before he could assume your answer was a 'no', you turn your head back to him, nodding.
Despite Diluc being so close to you, you feel like he still looks a bit... blurry. You stare at him in silence for a bit, rubbing your eyes, awkwardness slowly seeping into the conversation.
Then, you black out, your legs giving up on you.
Diluc catches you before you could fall, clutching onto your shoulders firmly. It was as if he had expected you to faint, though he would be lying if he said he didn't panic.
He used to have a maid who had fainting spells before, so Diluc knows how to handle to situation. However, his heart still raced after seeing you unconscious. Were you feeling stressed or anything?
He immediately picks you up into his arms, pulling you in closer to his chest. He rests you on the floor, your back against the wall. He continually checks on your condition, often shaking you delicately and trying to call you awake.
After a minute or so of calling you, you wake up. Blinking repeatedly, you stare around at realize that you're still in the tavern after blacking out. Gathering back the little bits of your composure left, you see Diluc heave an audible sigh of relief.
His clammy hands hold onto yours, "Do you still feel dizzy? Lightheaded?"
You take a deep breath, shaking your head. "I'm sorry to worry you like this, I have fainting spells once in a while, so don't worry." Diluc slowly lets go of your fists.
You could sense the anxiousness in him and staying around any longer would only make him worry even more. "I... think I should head home soon."
Diluc helps you up to your feet, a hand resting on your waist to make sure that you don't fall. "Alright, don't worry about the tavern. I'll clean it up by myself."
It felt... admittedly disheartening to not be of help, even with the fact that you were so stubborn about it. Nevertheless, you could already see the scenario of him insisting you return to your place playing in your head if continued to help out.
As you take a step out of the tavern, you hear his voice again. "Wait," a jacket drapes over your shoulders, "It's cold tonight. I'll walk you back."
You grip the jacket on your shoulders, only just realizing how freezing cold it was, "What about the tavern?"
"I would worry all night whether you got home safely or not, so it's better to make sure myself. Plus, your grace is always a top priority." He closes the door to the tavern behind him.
You huddle closer to the jacket, laughing, "Thanks a lot."
You notice him snap his head away from you once you properly put on the jacket, his flushed cheeks hidden by the palm of his hand.
Xiao has the habit of checking up on you once in a while. Sometimes, it would be in the middle of the night, the blood of demons still staining his palms. Other times, it's when the sun is high in the sky, during the times you're strolling around nations or having a satisfying meal.
You told him about how he should be spending his time resting instead of always making sure you're alright. It was nice of him, but the servants around would think that he was breaking into your abode - especially since many have not seen the actual Adeptus in person.
Whether it was how he wanted to make sure you aren't in danger or how he secretly missed seeing you deep down, he had a reason in mind whenever he teleported to your side.
Imagine the dread that coursed through his body once he saw your unconscious body right next to your bed. His heart dropped and it felt like he didn't have any time to think.
Jumping into action, he hurriedly carried you in his embrace, pulling you closer so that you wouldn't fall out of his arms. Perspiration trickled down his forehead, his instinct telling him to bring you to Zhongli - or even anyone close by.
Xiao practically kicks down the door, rushing through the hallways to see if he can spot anyone he recognizes and - most importantly - can trust.
You finally wake up, registering the whole situation. He still hadn't realized that you were awake in his daze, shoulders tense and hands squeezing your arm.
You try to call out to him, even tugging his shirt, but no response.
"Xiao!" You grab onto his shoulders, shaking him violently until he finally looks at your clearly awake figure, "I'm okay,"
He blinks at you, tears almost welling up in him. His shoulders drop, and a slow smile forms on his face. His mouth agape, unsure of what to say, how does he even begin?
Once you try to get off, he doesn't let his iron grip go no matter how much you squirm and struggle. Xiao teleports the both of you to your room, slowly letting you down onto the comfort of your bed.
He falls to his knees, his body is slumped and his heavy breathing has slowed. Xiao glances at you once more, looking up at you, "You're okay..."
You slowly caress his face, your thumb wiping away the beads of sweat running down his face - or were those water droplets tears of relief?
"You're okay." He picks himself up sloppily and regains his balance, hugging you tightly, almost scared of letting you go. You slowly wrap your arms around him, allowing him to take his time. He seemed like he really needed it.
It felt so, so warm in your embrace. It was like an escape from all of his karmic debt. Xiao wouldn't know what to do if, by any chance, the reason why you got hurt was that he had passed on his karmic debt to you.
He didn't know how to stop his karmic debt, but he would always resiliently fight against its corruption - and one of his top reasons would always be you. Xiao wanted to wake up another day and see you, he wanted to be able to protect you from the things that threatened your safety, he wanted your praise.
He wanted to be strong for you.
If he had ever succumbed to it, the last thing he'd want is for you to be affected in any way, shape, or form. In vulnerable moments, he would only let you around.
Xiao steps back, taking a final look at you to ease his mind. "Your grace..."
"I'll be fine," You firmly convince him. Nonetheless, Xiao is always vigilant no matter the circumstance, he wouldn't leave your side anytime soon. "But, I wouldn't mind some company."
You pat the spot on the bed next to you, grinning at him.
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Xiao getting hugged by you for the first time :))
- - -
he's hesitant when you ask him with your hands slowly moving towards him, but since it's you it probably won't be that bad..right? so he quietly moves towards you, and just stands there. :| he's not sure what to do i mean, he doesn't even get close to people let alone hug them.
but the second he feels your arms slowly sneaking around his waist, he almost wonders why he hasn't yet. he is still on guard, having learnt from years of protecting his beloved land, but he can also feel your soft hands enveloping him gently and patiently.
it was your patience that got you here actually. you always took it slowly when it came to affection, even if his responses to it wasn't perfect. the first few times you tried to get close to him, he flinched. he would never admit that he was scared- scared of showing weakness and vulnerability, instead he would look visibly confused. Xiao isn't used to this so doesn't know where to put his hands or where to look, what to do- so he just stands there while you softly giggle at his response.
he has tried so many times to warn you of him and his karma but you don't listen. at some point Xiao tried to distance himself from you to protect you from him but it only ended up causing worry and harm. and even after that you attempt to comfort him and keep him company which he appreciates a lot but most of all, he appreciates how you haven't left yet. after so many years of silent suffering and loneliness after the loss of his family and pain his karma ,being so carefully taken care of like this is..nice
Xiao wakes up from his thoughts after you call his name while still carefully holding around his waist.
he really doesn't get how you still stay with him, but he has never been this thankful for someone.
he hesitantly wraps his arms around your waist- almost featherlike, and buries his head in the crook of your neck and quietly stays like that for a bit.
- - -
i love him (T - T)
[ Alatus Nemeseos ]
I loved the Summertime Odyssey character graphics so much that I had to do one for my fave 🌟
The mirage of the lost Yaksha 🌌
Art I had done mirroring the 2.7 promo art with Xiao and his fellow Yakshas ... 🥺
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Bitey reader series - part 3
Content: gender neutral reader (heavily implied to be neurodivergent in some way), biting (gentle affectionate biting, not in a kinky way, just as a nontraditional expression of platonic affection)
Characters: Razor, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Yae Miko, Zhongli
Razor takes it as hostility at first when you give him an affectionate bite on the forearm - it takes him a few moments to process it and figure out what it was supposed to mean based on the vibe you're giving off. He catches on quickly though and is actually rather thrilled that you seem to be speaking in a language he understands - spending so much time around wolves means he's probably familiar with their playful nips and bites, especially from the pups. It makes him happy to know that people do that sometimes too, and with some coaxing he might even feel comfortable enough to return the favour.
Thoma is entirely baffled. He'll question it, ask if you need something to eat or drink, he's just so sweetly confused. He doesn't really like being bitten and kind of sees it as something that has inherently negative connotations, a way that you're nonverbally telling him something is wrong and he needs to fix it. Even if that's not the case, he's still a bit confused and flighty about it and will just silently pull away, offering you a snack or something instead. He might even start carrying around some of your favourite snack foods to discourage you from chewing on him.
Venti certainly knows a thing or two about non-traditional displays of affection. He's probably super okay with it and may even return the favour if the mood strikes (watch out for those little fangies of his though!). He thinks it's super sweet and cute and is just happy you feel comfortable enough around him to show affection in a way that may be seen as a little 'strange'. He probably gets a little giggly over it and jokes that he must taste really good for you to want to nibble on him all the time.
Xiao is ... mildly irritated, at first. He'll draw away sharply and give you this long, searching look as he struggles to wrap his head around what he did wrong to make you want to bite him. Though, growing up around non-humans means he's not exactly unfamiliar with the concept of strange ways of showing affection, he's grown so used to people being afraid to lay a hand on him that he's just entirely lost and not sure how to act. It's a little hypocritical, considering the fact that he's been known to butt his horns against those that he likes, preen at their hair with his fingers, or even chew on their clothing on occasion. If you do it consistently enough, he'll eventually just... settle. He likes you, and doesn't want to hurt you by lashing out, and he supposes it isn't that bad.
Yae Miko, despite her elegant and put-together facade, still has some foxlike instincts buried deep down. If you bite her, she'll bite you back, twice as hard, just as a routine disciplinary act. She'll act all cutesy and smile about it, asking you what's wrong when you get upset and telling you that you shouldn't do these things if you aren't going to be prepared for the consequences. If she's busy or you're in public, however, she'll wordlessly redirect you onto something else without even looking, like you're a naughty kit or something like that. If she could pick you up by the scruff of the neck and put you at arm's length when you get all bitey, she probably would (mostly just to see your distraught reaction).
Zhongli also has some experience with the instinctual urge to bite others (it's a disciplinary thing for his species), he's had others display affection to him in this way, so it doesn't really phase him. He'll just let you take his hand and chew on it lightly so long as it's not too distracting or inconvenient (he's ambidextrous, so continuing paperwork is no issue). Though there's always a non-zero chance that you doing this will remind him of some old fable he heard somewhere about werewolves or vampires and send him into this big long ramble (that can be a good or bad thing depending on your attention span and ability to cope with his nattering). Sometimes it's like he's barely even noticed you've done it at all.
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Can I get a "I can't sleep" prompt smau with kazuha and xiao?
"I can't sleep"
characters ; Kazuha and Xiao
notes ; yall keep asking for smaus 😭
☆ The Library ☆
kazuha x gn! reader
prompt: - you and kazuha attend the same university, him being a english lit major and you being a person in stem😎 your paths never crossed until that day in the library…
*this is an smau so please do expect a lot of twitter posts and messages to read, there will be proper writing too but, it will mostly be that!!*
warning! mentions of boxing, swearing, v short-
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☆ leave me alone ☆
a/n - ahhh ik it’s so short, but dw the next few chapters will make up for it! thank ya’ll again for your continued support on this series, ya’ll are incredible truly! take care of yourselves <3
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