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monocaelia · 1 year

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with my hand in yours.

as your fingers trace along the lines that make up their palm, they wonder how such a wonderful being like you could ever love someone like them. aka; little abstract thoughts about what their hands would be like.

feat. al-haitham, childe, diluc, kaveh, scaramouche, xiao.

genre : fluff. light angst but it's not that serious.

note : school sucks and i want to hold hands w childe so bad rn so here is the product of that thought.

❀ AL-HAITHAM

contrary to what you may think, al-haitham's hands are large and calloused; not to the point of being overly rough, but enough to know that he keeps his hands busy from both paperwork and dealing with unruly people that come across his way. which is surprising considering that he was always one to take the easiest route out of any situation.

but you suppose someone who is adept at using a sword and dealing with eremites and annoying scholars can't just get away with smooth hands.

your hand is much smaller than his in comparison, especially so when his encases your own while you reach for a book you cannot quite reach within the house of daena. you insist that you could reach it yourself, but after minutes of watching you struggle and nearly make the bookshelf topple over as you lean more and more onto the shelves, he decided to take matters into his own hands. although you hate it when he aids you without you asking for help, he finds it endearing, especially so when he gets an excuse to hold your hand like this.

sometimes, the scribe doesn't understand your fascination with his hands as your fingers lazily trace shapes and lines across his palm while his eyes skim through the book in his hands. your body rests against him, head gently propped on his chest and fingers busy with his. although it was a distracting feeling, it was one he welcomed and preferred rather than the presence of his dramatic roommate.

though, al-haitham cannot deny that he doesn't find the contrast between the size of his hands and you amusing. how different your jaw feels in his palm as he lifts your face up to keep your eyes on him during your study session. your soft skin against his rougher hands was a nice feeling, a contrast that he finds humor in despite the blank expression that never leaves his face.

even if you push him away, fed up from his constant deadpan comments and dry teasing, your hand always finds their way back in his with fingers intertwined as he skims through the next book that catches his attention. with a gentle squeeze and a kiss placed on the tops of your knuckles, al-haitham holds onto you until it is unfortunately time to part ways. but even then, the ghost of your palm presses against his when you're gone and he cannot wait to hold you once more.

❀ CHILDE

the scars the decorate childe's hands are ones that he holds with much pride. they're living proof of the battles that he has conquered and pushed through with mere strength and wit; and there isn't a moment where he would ever hide his battle scars.

childe's hands are rough and calloused with toughened skin from years of fighting, both from training for the fatui and also from surviving through his time in the abyss.

but despite it all, a sign of humanity shines through his hardened hands; light freckles dust the back of his hands and his knuckles and travel up his arm. though they aren't as condensed as the ones that shower his cheeks like the stars, they're still enough to attract your attention to them when his gloves are off around you.

his hand often clings onto yours as he guides you to places you've never seen before in his home nation. with gloved hands intertwined with one another, childe eagerly tugs you along the banks of morepesok, gently guiding you along the more troublesome and icier parts of the path so you wouldn't slip. his hand, sturdy and strong, gently presses against the small of your back while the other holds one of yours as you hop over a rock.

other times, his hand is held carefully by yours as you admire all of scars with him. the young harbinger finds it humorous when you stare at him in shock after telling you about the battles he fought to get them before getting a firm lecture by you about taking care of himself. he doesn't see the big deal; if he's the fatui's biggest asset when it comes to fighting, why wouldn't he want to be used as their weapon?

however, seeing your tearful expression as he comes home battered from a serious battle shatters his proud heart into a million pieces. he warned you about the duties he has a fatui harbinger, and yet you continued to love him and stay by his side. childe wasn't a good guy, per se, and there would be times where there would be no signs of him coming home at all. but you persevered, telling him that he was crazy for even thinking that you would be scared away because of his job.

his thumb, rough and heavily scarred, brushes away the tears from your cheek as you clean up the blood that soils his clothes. you're so much different than he is; someone who is not bludgeoned and terrorized by the horrors of the abyss or the power of the fatui. and yet you hold him like he is your world, like he's fourteen again and didn't have the scars of the world on his body.

❀ DILUC

diluc's hands tell the tragic tale of his past; scarred from years of avenging his father with only his great sword by his side and burned from training and utilizing the pyro vision that dangles by his waist. he is damaged and hurt from years of betrayal and the deep scars that run up his hands to his arms are visual evidence of them.

but, despite his cool attitude and standoffish personality, his hands are the warmest you have ever felt. as if the agony his heart experienced in the few years of his adulthood failed to extinguish the flickering flame that keeps his soul ablaze.

the young master of dawn winery's rough hands hold onto yours gently, fingers cupping your own as he brings them to his lips as a polite, yet cheeky greeting knowing you would fluster at the mere act. they're playful, often traveling up your arms after his small greeting and pulling you into his embrace. the flame that was once ignited by rage, burning with the intent to harm those who have wronged him, now lulls you in with the intent of making your heart race.

diluc is aware of the effect his hands have on you, especially during battles where the two of you are fighting alongside one another. gloved hands quickly reach out to grab you, pulling you behind him as his flaming great sword slams forward to knock the abyss mage into the ground. although the battle was over, his hand does not leave your arm and you knew at this point that he was leaving it there deliberately.

his touch, as playful as they get sometimes, were also one that you found solace in, especially when the cold winter air of mondstadt nips at your skin. although diluc worries you find his hands worrisome to look at and feel, all of his disrupting thoughts melt away when your hand squeezes his in return. and so, hands roughened by the most painful of memories hold yours and give you the comfort that you seek.

and comfort you, they do. when the heavy rain outside the winery drenches you to the bone, diluc's warm, scarred hands quickly pull you inside. he doesn't ask you what happened, instead waits for you to tell him yourself, and with a towel in his hands he dries you as much as he can. attracted to his touch like a moth to a flame, your shaking hands quickly grasp onto his own and cling to his being like he was the sole reason you were still sane.

and just once, diluc is happy that you find relief in embers that once burned with no remorse.

❀ KAVEH

kaveh's hands are slender and smooth, contrary to the fact that he wields a heavy claymore as his weapon of choice. anyone would assume that his hands are rough from hours spent on studying architecture and building miniature and actual scale models of his designs, but those who know the young architect are aware of his fondness towards body and skin care.

if anything, the only flaw that hinders kaveh from having the perfect, flawless hands that anyone would dream of would be the smudges of both ink and graphite from his drafts of architectural buildings that stain his fingertips and sides of his hands.

you can't imagine the amount of times your face had ended up accidentally smudged by the inked fingers of your lover. soft, thin fingers lovingly brush the side of your face, moving a stray strand of your hair that obstructs his view of you, only to reveal a smudge of graphite where his fingers just touched. no matter how many apologies spewed from his lips, the smudge remained and small bouts of laughter escape from your lips before reassuring the young architect that it was fine.

however, when his fingers are clean, they're often found touching you in only the most innocent ways. his skilled fingers gently rub in the moisturizer on your face, huffing in fake exasperation as you laugh and attempt to escape his pinching and prodding. with enough squirming and chuckles, kaveh finally squishes your face in between his soft hands, tilting your face to look directly at him. affection is evident with the way he stares at you, smile warmer than the sunshine that radiates brightly in sumeru city, before he quickly bends down to peck at your puckered lips.

there's nothing but love and care in the way that he touches you, regardless of when or where it happens. his nimble fingers find their way to your arm when you drift asleep against him, waiting for him to finish up his draft of the new building he's designing. they graze across your skin, skimming everything that makes you you, the you that the architect loves so dearly.

sometimes he wonders what you see in a simple architect that shoots too far to land on the stars, but if you're beside him with every step that he takes, kaveh feels as though every star is suddenly in reach.

❀ SCARAMOUCHE

ball joints similar to a dolls connect and form the hands that belong to scaramouche, a permanent reminder of the reason he was birthed into this world. as much as he hates looking at them and no matter how much he does to erase his past, they haunt him and contain the memories that he wishes to leave in the past.

maybe then, he would feel more human and let his once fragile heart breathe once more.

similar to a doll's hand, his hands are also smooth and dainty with only a few permanent scars on his fingertips. faint lightning scars trail from his finger tips to his second knuckle and slight calloused fingertips from tending to the doll he calls his "wandering companion."

despite the living proof of his existence as a puppet, there are a few moments where he feels human, where he feels as of his heart could beat once more and hope is flourishes throughout his weathered soul. when your fingers intertwine with his and your palm presses gently against his own, it's as if his forgotten heart had grown wings, fluttering on its own after years of stagnant pain.

feeling your pulse beat against his skin and the gentle tug of his arm as you lead him reminds the wanderer that despite his harsh past and the betrayals that led him astray, he lived through them and is living life anew, a life where he controls the trajectory of his life. and one where he is loved by you.

as much as he hates his hands, he cannot stop you from loving them in his place. when you kiss his fingertips and rub comforting circles across his skin, it's hard for his hatred to fester and grow; for how can he hate something that you love.

not that he would ever admit it to you; always flicking your roaming hands away from his and pinching the fat of your thumb when they reach for his. he calls your touch "annoying" and a "nuisance," but when it's his turn to watch over you during the night, his pinky never fails to interlock with yours.

❀ XIAO

xiaos' hands are rough to the touch, fingertips slender and sharp like the talons of a hawk ready to snatch its prey from where they lay. after centuries of fighting off enemies and protecting the mortals that reside peacefully in liyue, it would be more surprising if not a scar decorated the yaksha's skin.

he is cool to the touch; not needing to generate body heat as he has no need to stay warm and used to the cold from serving his previous master.

blood stains his palms from the lives he took, whether it was accidental or on purpose he doesn't remember any more. innocent lives were mixed in when he dealt with enemies and his karmic debt affected those around him even if he wanted to suffer alone.

and yet, you hold his hands as if he were a small finch; fragile and prone to dying even though he is anything but. your hands are so warm, nearly encompassing his entire being with a mere brush of your fingertips against his. it was inviting, enticing, something that he craved even though he shouldn't.

despite pushing you away when his karmic debt was going to take over, your hands still found his and held on with little to no regard of your own wellbeing.

"as long as i get to you, it doesn't matter," was always your excuse when he demanded why you did something so reckless.

even if he hated the thought of his curse harming you in the worst way possible and feared the mere possibility of losing you, the yaksha could not calm the happiness that fluttered in his chest as if erupting a nest of a million crystalflies within the cavity of where his heart used to be.

you who kiss the scars that litters his hands, as if you were scared that the young adeptus would be the first to disappear from your life, deserve better than him, someone who has innocent blood pooling from his fingertips. but he does not have the heart to deny you from holding his hand and pulling him close, for he loves you too much to even humor the thought of a life apart from you.

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cherishedhope · 1 year

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“Safe with me.”

Synopsis: How he reacts when his s/o gets injuried. Characters involved: fatui!Scaramouche, Xiao, & Childe. TW: Very mild descriptions of injuries. A bit of cussing. Probably not a trigger, but this could be OOC. A/N: Ah yes, the good ol’ ‘injured reader’ hcs/scenarios. I got lazy near the middle of Scaramouche’s scenario, so eh. Have fun with that. I wish I could’ve come up with a better title, but that’s all my brain juice managed to squeeze out. Also, I think I’m getting the hang of formatting! Haha. This might be out of character so bear with me. As always, GN!reader. NOT proofread.

Request status: open!

— You and I both know damn well he isn’t going to take this situation lightly. When I say he is upset, I mean he's pissed. Infuriated, even. How dare someone have the audacity to injure his significant other? Are they simply begging for death? — If you try to make light of the situation, he’ll shoot you a piercing glare to shut you up. He doesn’t find these circumstances to be amusing at all. Even if your injuries aren’t too grim, he’s still going to dispose of the treasure hoarders, and yes he’ll do it behind your back even if you oppose that idea. He isn’t a fatui harbinger for nothing. There isn’t anything you can do that will hinder him from annihilating them.

“Worthless as expected.”

You bit down gently on your lip as those harsh words sliced through your ears. Even though at this point you were used to Scaramouche’s degradation, it still stung a bit to hear those words easily exit his mouth. You weren’t given enough time to ponder over your boyfriend’s hurtful words because shortly after, the sharp stinging of alcohol swabs dabbed repeatedly on your open cuts. A hiss of pain was instantly drawn out of your lips. Hell, cleaning the wound hurt worse than the actual injury itself.

"It isn’t my fault that the treasure hoarder snuck up behind me,” You mumbled, rolling your eyes at him. Your hands clenched in your lap, being balled up into a fist when the swab tainted with rubbing alcohol hit a particularly deep cut on your shoulder. Scaramouche’s indigo-colored eyes flicked over to your clenched fists for a brief moment before he went back to cleaning up your wound. “mistakes happen.”

The room falls silent, the only noises being the grinding of your teeth and the occasional hiss of pain slipping past your lips despite your efforts to keep it down. While Scaramouche still managed to maintain his cold demeanor just as always, you failed to notice the slightest hint of worry in his gaze with each pained noise and every sign of discomfort you displayed. The truth was, he was utterly disgusted. Not at you nor your actions, but with the existence of that one treasure hoarder who held the audacity to lay his repulsive hand on you. The hand that held such a tight grip on the dagger that sliced cleanly through your flesh, ripping a large hole in your clothes as well as your skin. When the news had reached him that his significant other got wounded during a battle, Scaramouche was livid. The wound itself was not fatal, but still. However, it was fine now. He was here with you, tending to your wounds. You’re okay.

“Are you an idiot?” A bitter scoff was brought out of his mouth, his fiery orbs seemingly drilling holes into your soul with how intense his glare was. He tossed aside the cotton swab that was now covered in blood and reached into the first aid kit to pull out a bandage. The pads of his fingers brushed softly against your skin as he delicately wrapped a bandage onto your shoulder. His face softened as he spoke the next words, his voice still remaining cold, yet there was also warmth detected in his tone. “I wasn’t mocking you, I was referring to how pathetic the treasure hoarder looked as he begged on his knees for mercy.”

You blink once and then twice in confusion as you try to process his words. Oh, so that’s what he meant. A sheet of awkwardness fluttered down in the room. Both parties remained silent once again. Scaramouche glowered down at the first aid kit as he began to put away the clean roll of bandages and cotton swabs. The transparent box was snapped shut, the sharp noise being obnoxious in contrast to the deathly quiet room.

“You’re lucky those useless underlings found you when they did. Who knows what would’ve happened had they not spotted you. You’d be dead!” His voice was the first to break the silence. In fact, he had done that twice in a row now. You weren’t surprised in the slightest. You already knew he would start scolding you the second he was sure you were safe. It was just his way of showing how much he valued your safety. “Now, I need you to tell me just what the hell went through your mind when you decided to let your guard down in the middle of a fight.”

The lecture lasted two hours straight. About 90% of it was him constantly telling you to stop being in your own little la-la world and to pay more attention when in a fight. There was no mistaking the sprinkle of fear hidden behind his eyes as he scolded you mercilessly. Yet, despite how harshly he was reprimanding you, you couldn’t help but notice how tightly his arms were wrapped around your waist later that night. How he held you a little bit closer to him when you two retired for the night.

You weren’t allowed to go complete any commissions the next day. Mr. Fandango man held you hostage in the camp. And when you were finally permitted, — yes, permitted. He’s paranoid, okay? — to go do your daily comissions, he stationed some fatui underlings to accompany you with your work. If he wasn’t so busy, then he’d go with you himself considering he’s much more reliable than some worthless underlings. However, he made sure himself that the underlings were qualified enough to look out for you.

Better safe than sorry.

— Hm, I wonder what kind of flowers your culprit wants at their funeral. Maybe sunflowers? Ooh, how about daisies? Heck, Childe will pay for them himself out of spite. — You thought he was clingy before you got hurt? Well, multiply that by a hundred. He’ll be spoiling you rotten during your time being injured, despite the wound being just a couple of teensy weensy cuts. — It’s not just little cuts in the grand scheme of things, okay? Anything can get tainted by bacteria, which can then lead to an infection, which could also lead to death, and then- and then-! (we get it, childe. chill.)

“I brought you some flowers.”

Your head swivels in the direction of the sudden, yet familiar voice that had just come out of nowhere. You had been preoccupied with cleaning the minor cuts that were littered across your fingers. It wasn’t anything too bad. It was all due to some sharp ice that a cryo abyss mage had spawned above your form. Luckily, you had dodged it fairly quickly. The problem was that the large block of ice had completely shattered when it smashed onto the ground, the tiny shards of ice flying up into the air and cutting up your hands.

A head of messy ginger hair comes into your line of sight. It was your significant other, Childe. He was holding a bouquet of roses in his gloved hands as he slowly approached the table you were sitting at, pulling out one of the wooden chairs and sitting down on it across from you. “Are those for me?” You asked, pointing your forefinger at the flowers he held in his hand. It was almost impossible not to let your eyes wander over the gorgeous bright red petals. They looked as if they had been tended to with the utmost care before being picked fresh. You could only imagine how sweet the aroma must smell.

“Who else would it be for?” The tone of his voice was teasing as he passed the bouquet over to you. You gratefully accepted it, and after pressing your face into the soft petals to get a nice big whiff of the pleasant smell, you gently placed the roses in a glass jar that was filled with various kinds of flowers. Cecilias that had been imported from Monstadt, qingxins that were plucked from the highest mountains in Liyue, and hell, you even had sweet flowers in the jar.

And they had all come from Childe. That wasn’t even counting the scrumptious, expensive sweets he had bought for you as well. He had been spoiling you rotten ever since the scuffle you had with the abyss mage. On the contrary, you hadn’t gotten injured that badly. It was just a couple of cuts on your hands. Although, the 11th of the fatui harbingers didn’t just treat it as if it were just ‘some cuts.’ He had been treating you as if you were fragile porcelain. Something that couldn’t be easily replaced if broken so carelessly. His eyes trailed over to the small bandages that were fitted on your hands. The worried and slightly enraged look in his big blue eyes hadn’t faded away the entire day.

“Are you feeling better, darling?” Childe lowered his voice to a gentle whisper as he kindly took your hand in his own, taking extra care in trying to avoid holding it too tightly lest it stings for you. The fabric of his gloves felt soft against your hands as he held them gently. A coy smile fell across his lips. “I take it you liked the flowers?” You nodded your head leisurely as a response. While you felt slightly embarrassed due to how much he’d been spoiling you, you couldn’t help but feel loved. Despite his status as a fatui harbinger, which would scare many people off, you couldn’t help but love him dearly. He appreciated you and your presence greatly and treated you as if you were a higher deity. Like you were the jam to his peanut butter.

The grip he held on your hands tightened ever so slightly as he continued to gaze deeply into your eyes, a loving, yet determined look in his own. You were here, safe with him. He would protect you till the day either you or he perished. Damn it all if he ever failed to protect you again.

You are the love of his life, and he is yours. Nothing could ever change that fact.

“By the way, did I tell you about how I murdered every abyss mage in the vicinity and beyon-”

“Childe, what.”

— He is freaking out. — Why didn’t you call out his name? Didn’t he tell you countless amounts of times to call out for him if you ever found yourself in danger? He was supposed to protect you, damn it! — He blames himself for it. 100%. He should have been cautious and kept by your side. He should’ve been there, and he wasn’t. — Even after he tears through the treasure hoarders with his spear, he still feels furious the more and more he stares at your wounds. How. Dare. They? — While he’s also furious, he’s also terrified. He can’t lose you. He can’t. He just can’t.

Your vision was blurry and your mind felt foggy as your brain scrambled around to try and process what was happening. Everything had been going well a few minutes prior to this very moment. You were on your merry way to Wangshu Inn to visit your beloved, when suddenly you got ambushed with a horde of swords and bows. The roughness of the rope dug deeply into the skin of your wrists as you were pressed up against a tree, your body battered and bruised. It had all happened in mere seconds. You barely had enough time to process or defend yourself from all that was happening, let alone even think about calling out for your significant other. And when your brain did clear up enough to think about calling him, you felt hesitant to do so.

You watched in a daze as the treasure hoarders ruffled through your belongings in your bag. All of your items were strewn around the camp so carelessly. The treasure hoarders didn’t want to just settle for your pocketbook. The greed that filled up their hearts gave them an intense lust for riches. Not that you had any. You hated every single moment of this scenario. It felt as if you were some helpless damsel in distress whom relied on others to come and save them. It was humiliating.

But it was either get saved or more than likely suffer a gruesome death.

“Xia-!”

Before you can even finish speaking his name, all of the treasure hoarders are dead and lying lifeless on the ground, Xiao standing menacingly over their still bodies. Your face paled just looking at the sight. While you knew your boyfriend wasn’t a stranger to ending lives, he never unleashed his fury in front of you. However, you knew it would happen either way. Xiao wasn’t a merciful soul to those who harmed the people he actually gave a shit about. Even if he didn’t like killing humans, he’d do so without a thought if a measly mortal were to put your life at risk. It had taken Xiao a split second to stalk up to your restrained form to break you free of the restraints that held you in place. Before you could utter a single word to break the silence, you felt callous hands untying you from the oak tree. The scent of fresh blood floated up your nostrils, the strong metallic smell making your stomach feel queasy. At this point, Xiao had gotten rid of his mask and was focused on getting you safe and sound. His eyebrows scrunched together in sheer frustration as his eyes scoured over every inch of your body, the bruises and slashes never once leaving his eyes. While there was also fury, there was also a clear sense of worry shown through how shaky his fingers were as he finally undid the ropes, how uneven his breathing was as he caught you in his arms. (more like snatched you into his arms.) He was trying his hardest to remain calm, but he couldn’t.

“Xiao, I-”

“…Are you okay?”

Even his voice trembled as he desperately tried to keep up a stoic facade. You knew he was panicking. He knew he was panicking. How could anyone not panic upon seeing their significant other is bruised and bleeding? While the injuries certainly would not result in your death, all he could think about was what could have happened. He could be burying your body right now instead of holding you close to him. He clutched you as if you were his most prized possession, which you were. He knew he had to get you to a healer, but he had the hardest time letting you go. He needed to hear you say it. To say that you were all right. That you wouldn’t leave him.

Your arms wrapped around his torso as you hugged him gently, slowly rubbing your hand up and down his back soothingly as you tried to comfort him. “It’s all right, Xiao. I’m still here. I won’t leave you. I’m okay.”

Those words were all it took for him to crumble down. His hands tightened around your waist exponentially as he held you close, his head pressed into his shoulder as he calmed yourself with his presence.

It would all be okay in the end. Because when it all came down to it…

“You’re safe with me, (name). No one will ever hurt you again. I swear it.”

“That’s nice and all, but could I please go to a doctor-”

“Oh, right.”

“The curtains have closed and the seats have become bare. The show is over.”

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yoimix · 1 year

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genshin men + sleepless nights

ft. diluc, xiao, kaveh

playlist. afterglow - taylor swift ; like real people do - hozier ; kiss goodnight - i don’t how but they found me

[ tw: nightmares, suggestive ]

✽ diluc is well-acquainted with nightmares. he often wakes up in the quiet of the night to dreadful noise inside his head, grating, punishing him for the past. but now that he instead meets your soft touch and warm breath, he finds himself calming down easier. i’ll keep you safe. he’s said that to you before, in the heat of battle. only recently did he discover you’re keeping that promise when the flames have died down. the world is cruel, but despite that, he will still love you. that is his promise to you. even through rapid, unsteady breathing, he seeks out the nook of your shoulder, pressing his forehead against your skin like you’re the magic remedy to his ailments. you shiver sometimes, mumbling that his hair tickles; it only makes him sigh in relief, and you hold yourself back from giggling maniacally at the sensation. you smooth his hair away from your neck but he only buries himself further in.

“diluc.”

“mhm.”

“now, you’re just messing with me, aren’t you?”

“why would i ever do that?”

you huff and diluc smiles, lips pressing against your neck in a flurry of soft kisses.

“diluc! that tickles,” you complain, weakly pushing his head away. a deep chuckle rumbles from him and he rises to finally meet your eyes.

“can i kiss you?” he whispers, suddenly sincere.

“now you ask? after you’ve violated my poor neck like that?”

“you didn’t complain last time.” he raises an eyebrow.

“really, diluc?” you scoff. “where’s all this unbridled confidence coming from? usually you’d blush like a newly-wed bride the moment i whisper something in your ear.”

diluc rolls his eyes, a faint glow over his cheeks under the moonlight. “that’s not true. and... and i... i’m simply enjoying myself.”

you whistle. “mondstadt’s very own winery tycoon discovers the joys of teasing his lover in the dead of night. riveting.”

diluc sighs in exasperation, throwing his hands up. “can you not? you always tease me.”

“you’re so easy to tease.” you bite down your lips. it doesn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend, his impulse fighting to take over the control he exerts.

he caves, leaning in to press a chaste kiss against your mouth. his lips linger; one kiss, two kisses, till he has you pressed against his chest, his arms secure around your waist.

you pull away, before placing a quick kiss to his nose. none of the other kisses have the effect as this one, for his ears nearly spark with the rush of heat to his face.

“are you growing a stubble?” you bite down a teasing smile. “i don’t want my chin all itchy every time we kiss.”

he grimaces. “no. i’ll shave tomorrow. it makes me look too much like my father.”

you purse your lips. it’s the same quiet of winter as the one you met him in. he was a talented boy, and you, the bane of his existence. since then, many winters have passed, some cozy, some silly, and some lonely and grieving. the winery has dimmed (even diluc), but everything is always bright in your wide eyes, from the lush grapevines to the sunset-haired man. you’re both aware you cannot win against time. and so, just like him, you keep every postcard.

“diluc,” you call, hesitant. “it’s not a bad thing.”

“i know,” he responds curtly.

you never learned what to say. diluc never wants you to.

he holds your wrist, lifting it up to place your palm against his cheek again. it’s quiet. he breaks eye contact.

“i have regrets, (name). and they’re all because of... my ego.”

“diluc-”

when it rains, it pours.

“if only i were... if only i were a better man... if i were less cruel,” he whispers, remorse coating his tongue like ash.

you smooth your thumb over his cheek, till he sighs. diluc meets your eyes with the glow of embers, soft and a little lost, maybe.

“you’re a good man to me,” you say finally. “i think that’s a good start.”

diluc sighs again, snapping himself out of his daze. “and you’re too good to me.”

“who else will buy me sickly sweet flowers and get me the best dandelion wine in mondstadt?”

diluc rolls his eyes, taking your wrists once again to plant a kiss each against them.

“thank you, (name),” he says, a smile finally sprouting on his warm lips.

“of course, diluc,” you mumble. “you mean so much to me... anyway, shall we bake tomorrow? surely you can leave the abyss alone for the weekend.”

diluc blinks. “actually...”

your smile drops and he gulps, swallowing his words.

“yes,” he answers. “my schedule is clear tomorrow. but i’m... i’m not quite proficient with baking, my love.”

“that’s alright.” you wave your hand dismissively before going off on a tangent, on a path of words diluc’s quite familiar with. snapdragon flowers, dandelion seeds, sweet flower jam—you certainly have a wide knowledge of all of these. he’s seen you collect them for hours on end, your odd little baking experiments giving adelinde a heart attack. you’ve always been this way. after all these years, the winery thinks of you as fondly as he does.

diluc tucks your hair behind your ears, running his fingers through your hair once you’re snuggled up in bed again. you’re still mumbling about narrowing down which recipe to try tomorrow morning in a sleep-laced haze. diluc can’t get enough of it.

“you mean so much to me too,” he whispers.

✽ xiao is a warrior first and foremost, and everyone knows warriors can never sleep at night. for xiao, it’s a special case. his war is not a war people can thank him for, nor does he see an end to it. it is invisible to most, and his battle scars are the only monument to his acts of deliverance. but you... you, with your curious eyes and fickle fingers, always running your mouth about his tattoos and breaks in his schedule—is he supposed to open up so easily? is he supposed to sigh in relief at your animated explanations or get so drowsy on sunlit afternoons when you’re around? is he supposed to desperately want to hold you? perhaps he is, for his eyes always seek your figure, hands itching to drop his spear and take your hands instead. if he asks for forgiveness for all that he is, would you smile at him and pretend he is as human as you? no, he’s known you for months. you’d do something outrageously stupid—and it’d be the medicine to all his ailments.

“how is it my fault?” he pinches the bridge of his nose.

“of course it’s your fault!” you huff.

“i never prevented your... afternoon naps.”

“but you wouldn’t nap with me!” you throw your hands up, reasoning as though it’s common sense for him to know. “do you know how cold it was? i nearly shivered myself off the cliff!”

xiao feels a rush of blood to his cheeks, coughing to hide the hot discomfort.

“and now you refuse to sleep in my nice, warm bed, which i made very specifically for you. not that you care but it’s very comfortable. ahh, it’s good to be home once in a while.”

why are you advertising your bed to him? it’s not like he’s going to buy it. he doesn’t have mora anyway, nor will he ever need to carry it.

“i don’t need to sleep,” he states, re-emphasizing his point. “i am a yaksha.”

“i don’t care,” you grumble, sleeplessness clearly clawing at your brain. “you swore an oath to me.”

xiao blinks. “this was... this was not the oath. i said i’d come to you when you need me if you—”

“—call your name,” you interrupt, tapping your feet impatiently. “xiao. xiao. conqueror of demons. my dearly beloved. xiao. i need your help.”

xiao’s not sure when the terms of the contract spiraled into something like this. you are partners; a dashing young adventurer and a cynical yaksha who are already unlikely to be friends. since when have you grown so close to him? in fact, if he were to lean in...

absolutely not.

xiao straightens. he didn’t realize the physical proximity at first.

“are you... teasing me?” he nearly spits poison with that question. though, you’d savor that poison like sweet wildberries.

“is it so strange to sleep beside me?” you take a step back, chewing on your lip. some things do deter you. despite being a hardy adventurer.

it’s already strange enough for me to sleep, he wants to say.

“will it make your night easier?” he asks quietly.

you brighten visibly. the moonlight pales when you look like that.

“alright,” he answers, staring at your brisk nodding.

he sits hesitantly at the corner of your bed, looking up at you with innocuous eyes. you stand in front of him, lacking your usual movement like you’re still processing everything. for a moment, you look flustered. but it’s not like xiao can tell. on your face, everything looks sweet.

“i...i- uh...” you stutter. “i didn’t think i’d get this far.”

xiao raises an eyebrow.

“a-anyway. scoot. this is my favorite side.”

“you... humans have favorite sides?”

“well, some of us do. some of us don’t care. i happen to have one though so you’ll have to deal with it, mr yaksha.”

it’s not like he hasn’t dealt with worse. he drags his legs onto the bed and shifts awkwardly till he’s made space for you.

you jump into bed with the energy of a vishap hatchling, and the thought is so ridiculous he suppresses a smile.

at first, there is peace. then you inch closer, like slower movement would fool his trained senses. he’s warned you before. karmic debt is not a trifling matter—and your weak skin and bones cannot withstand it.

time has proved, however, that you are not as weak to him as he is to you.

“does it hurt?” you ask.

“hm?” he turns his head, caught off-guard.

“y’know...” you continue. “your fights. i’ve seen some nasty injuries. do they hurt?”

you’ve never asked him about his past. he’s numb to it now, but you never poke your head there. even if you’ve poked it nearly everywhere it shouldn’t be.

“not quite.”

not now.

perhaps baizhu has been going about the wrong way making medicine for him. or perhaps, you are an ingredient undiscovered by the medical world.

“good.” you grin, and his heart flakes on him. all this from a smile? the conqueror of demons folding like a crumpled piece of paper? but it’s you, after all. he should know better. “if i hurt you, let me know.”

xiao chokes a little, words spawning and dying just as rapidly in his throat. what can he possibly say to you?

“maybe i won’t have nightmares anymore now,” you mumble, snuggling closer to his arm. it must be uncomfortable, xiao thinks. his arm, bone and muscle, was not made to be rested upon.

but you cling so dearly.

“you’ve been having nightmares?” he asks. he never asks you about your nights. at least directly. acute observation gets him most answers and you are not a difficult person to read. so your declaration truly leaves him puzzled.

you don’t answer immediately.

“(name)?”

“yeah. they make me uncomfortable. but nothing like a little fear to keep me on my toes, right?”

xiao gets what you’re saying, but he doesn’t necessarily approve of it. he’s not the kind to poke his nose into someone else’s business, but at this proximity your fresh, earthy smell mingles so perfectly into his own. is it still someone else’s business if you breathe as one, every exhale tangling into each others’?

“i could eat them.”

you pause to blink before snickering loudly, clutching your stomach. silence follows.

“wait, you’re serious?”

“yes.”

“of course. i should’ve known. uh... i don’t think you need to do that.”

“they don’t hurt me too much.”

“so they do hurt you?”

“...”

xiao purses his lips, trying not to meet your focused gaze. unfortunately, it lands on your sweet, plump lips. he immediately jerks his head to the side.

“i already told you,” you continue, paying no heed. “no more nightmares for me now.”

“you can’t be sure of that.”

“it’s scientifically backed,” you press, voice dropping to a comforting whisper, “that you fall asleep faster, and sleep much better with a loved one.”

does he constitute a loved one? xiao parts his lips and closes them.

“look at me.”

xiao can’t. he’s all too aware of the physical proximity, all too aware of your fingers drawing circles on his arms. you will not ask, he knows. but neither will he.

and sometimes you don’t need to.

you draw nearer to land a kiss on his cheek. it’s not a demanding touch, light as feather, in fact. but xiao feels blood rush to his head like never before.

“you- i- i think that- you look cute,” you manage to say out loud, not quite what you mean. “so... um... can you please look at me?��

xiao turns his head finally, to meet an expression he has never seen before. lips pursed, eyes flitting nervously, and chest heaving slow and unsteady. he’s seen this among mortals. never in you.

and it’s strange to admit just how accustomed he’s become to mortal life.

xiao’s breath ghosts over your lips, hesitation still clawing at his throat. being a decisive fighter does not make him very decisive in other regards.

so, you do it for him. pressing your warm lips to his, you sigh just as he does, like the night is finally warm again. though his beating heart says otherwise, he feels so at peace for once that drowsiness settles on his eyelids and he draws even closer to you. relief is not a feeling he is accustomed to.

you pull away to place your head against his chest, squeezing his torso in a hug. he knows it’s a way of showing comfort. but he can’t possibly describe what he feels from that. can you do it again?

“will you come sleep here tomorrow night too?” a small smile plays on your lips when you face him.

“i suppose,” he answers.

“and the next?”

“mhm.”

“...and the next?”

xiao cannot help his smile.

“i swore an oath, did i not?”

✽ kaveh is too impatient to stay still in bed when he can’t sleep. he’d rather take advantage of his insomnia to work on the bubbles of inspiration that rise and fizz out as quickly as they come. but every time he’s lying beside you, he can’t bring himself to pry your arms away from his torso. it’d be sacrilege to wake you up, not when you look so quiet and peaceful, away from a world of dry commotions. and on nights you can’t sleep, he refuses to go to bed too. it is imperative to his sleep that you doze off beside him. he doesn’t need incessant proofs of his passion, and he doesn’t need the akademiya’s validation. all he wants is a life as soft and precious as you, like dew on padisarah in the early mornings he sleeps through. oh, all the things he would give up to have you sleeping soundly by his side this night, and the next, and the next. it aches to have you away.

“i can’t sleep, kaveh,” you mutter, annoyed.

“i know,” he responds, lips upturned. “this is the fifth time you’ve said it in the past twenty minutes.”

“you’re exaggerating,” you huff, tugging closer to his chest anyway. “i should not have stayed past six at puspa cafe.”

“ah. so whose fault is it that you can’t sleep?”

you scowl. “i thought the coffee wouldn’t have an effect on me. it wasn’t that strong.”

kaveh quietens, and for a moment, you worry he’s fallen asleep.

“shall we take a walk then? when i watch the city sleep, i want to fall asleep too.”

you pause before sitting up and following his lead, hand in weary hand. you make sure to be as quiet as mice, so as to not wake up kaveh’s sleeping roommate. usually, your boyfriend wouldn’t care. but it seems your considerate nature has taken a toll on him.

the smell of spices still wafts through the streets long after everyone has closed shop. the dogs have followed their owners home, and the strays are curled up by alleys and corners in a huddle of warmth. at least where you’re at, the two of you are the only souls treading the pavement, save for a few stragglers, cats prowling and students celebrating the end of finals. you can almost feel their relief, laughing with kaveh as you notice a young scholar holler in joy with his friends when an old lady immediately shuts them down to be quiet.

“what was that about the city sleeping?” you hum, elbowing him.

“and you really thought you were immune to caffeine?” kaveh retorts, amusement playing on his lips.

“shut up.” you lightly punch his arm, which he, of course, reacts to overdramatically. to him, that’s the cutest ‘shut up’ he’s ever heard.

a fresh breeze passes by the two of you, making him step closer, shoulders touching and fingers intertwined.

“lately,” he starts, ruby eyes lost in contemplation, “my team’s been researching the lost paradise of king deshret. they say he made a contract with the god of time to build an eternal oasis, all the wonders of the land frozen in a beautiful frame for the goddess of flowers. isn’t that lovely?”

“what’s so lovely about building a cemetery for someone you love?”

kaveh sighs. but when he opens his mouth, there is no answer. you hide a small smile as he thinks.

“well, it was to honor her passing... but you’re right. i’d rather honor the living.”

“well, king deshret also went mad. good to see you’re still sane.”

kaveh turns red. “i’m not joking! you see the beauty in all this, don’t you?”

a smile tugs your lips as you reach out to grab his face. “yes, of course. but more so in your face. and your hands. and your mouth. and your stupid little head with all its wild imaginations.”

“you tease me too much,” he huffs when you’re done planting rapid kisses to his face. his expression is something between a scowl and pout, hands comfortably over yours as they rest against his cheeks.

“do you dislike it?”

“i’m not answering that.”

your laughter is full of heart, and kaveh can’t help but join in, throwing his head back as he does.

saturday evenings are quiet at the center of the city; but the further you branch out towards the hubs, there are lively crowds waiting to greet you. your next destination is lambad’s tavern, stopping to grab a cup of water and converse with kaveh’s old classmates from the akademiya. it must be a ksharehwar thing to seemingly never sleep.

kaveh’s so-called remedy to sleeplessness ends up turning into a catch-up session, sleep tossed out of the window. the warm glow of the tavern, however, makes you miss his bed more. perhaps his trick did work, in a strange, twisted way. but still, you don’t appreciate the long way around.

it takes a while before you can finally walk out the doors of the tavern—and the night simmers down again when you find him. looks like your boyfriend has made friends with the wood, as he rests his head on one of the outdoor tables of the tavern, all by himself. you feel a sting of guilt for holding him back from his sleep. it’s not easy, working day to day on as little sleep as he does.

“kaveh,” you call.

he meets you with a dazed smile, clumsy and unsteady in the way he moves.

“did you drink when i wasn’t looking?” you ask, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

he frowns immediately at your accusation, shoulders sagging. “can’t i be this way because of you?”

“well, it’s usually your drunken stupor.”

he huffs. “you’ll never know what you do to me if you keep your so-called logic wrapped so tight around your throat.”

“why? is there something else you’d rather have wr—”

“ahem.” kaveh flushes so deep, he’d put zaytun peaches to shame with that hue. “what i mean is. you don’t know the effect you have on me. it might as well be intoxication.”

you press your knuckle to your nose, trying to hide your smile. kaveh is quick to catch on, his grin widening.

“no, it must be intoxication,” he presses, moving closer to you with eyebrows furrowed. “i even get along with alhaitham these days. can you imagine?”

you giggle. “how frightening.”

kaveh leans in, his eyes shining prettier in the moonlight. if only you knew they open to reflect you. his expression eases and a smile blossoms.

“you make me see love everywhere,” he whispers, lips hesitantly hovering over yours. “and it is wonderful to feel that way. thank you.”

“oh gosh, you’re so... you say sickliest sweet things. it’s disgusting.”

before he can retort, you tug on the strawberry blond strands, pressing your lips to his. he does not let you pull away, his arm snug around your waist. with kaveh, the butterflies never die, natural when his lips taste of honey.

“for the record,” he slurs, drunk off your kiss more than any alcohol. “i would build you more than paradise. i would start laying the bricks for heaven if you asked.”

and you’d make sure he sleeps soundly instead each night he forces himself to work. he’s too sweet for his own good. in the city of wisdom, everyone knows the cost of love without labor. but your attempts to ensure his rest is your labor.

you laugh, patting his cheek. “how about you start laying the bricks to a house of your own?”

an instant pout tugs at his swollen lips.

“oh, don’t get mad.” you cups his cheeks and pull his face to your level, pressing a feather kiss to his forehead. “i know times are hard for dreamers like you.”

“you make me sound so silly.”

“i’m sorry.” you caress your thumb over his cheek, worried you’ve overstepped in your teasing.

“no.” he smiles sheepishly. “i don’t mind being your silly boyfriend. if it makes you smile, at the very least.”

“you silly man.”

“you’re smiling.”

“is the victory satisfying?”

“sort of...” his voice drops to a cheeky whisper as he leans in close to your ear. “but the rest of the night can be... more so.”

“kaveh. we’re in public!”

“what, it’s not like it’s a secret. alhaitham and our poor neighbors are the first victims if you suddenly want to be considerate of that.”

“oh my god.”

“c’mon. kiss me. there’s no one else outside.”

“if there’s anyone who appreciates a room, it should be you.”

“mhm. yes. a bedroom, more so right now.”

you smack your hand over his mouth, unable to hold back your laughter at the flabbergasted look on his face. it slowly morphs into annoyance, and then acceptance.

“don’t be upset,” you say, placing a light kiss on his nose.

you know just the way to sedate him. kaveh should have you arrested for whatever violations you’re committing against him. there must be laws against the fevers you raise on his skin. right?

“shall we go home?” you smile with sleepy eyes.

and his heart melts. there’s nothing more he wants than a home with you.

“lead the way, my love.” he grins wide, and suddenly, the marble and the cobblestones melt away, your hand over his the only stronghold left. it is not loud enough yet to leave his mouth, but the answer to the architect’s greatest dilemma—is you.

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fallingdownhell · 6 months

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hi!! i really loved your reader drunk complimenting dumeru boys 😭❤️ i was wondering if you can make something similar but with diluc, xiao, thoma? you can add whoever else you want!

thank you in advance, if ever you come across this ask and accept my request! love your writing btw <3

Thank you so much!! I'm glad you enjoy my writing! And of course, I loved that request so much myself, glad to include some other characters in this now<3

Characters Included: Diluc; Xiao; Thoma

Content: gender neutral reader; drunk reader; established relationship; general fluffy content

Word count: 2k words

Imagine Reader's parts as drunken gibberish, I can't write that for the life of me xD

Diluc

Even though Diluc himself did not like drinking alcohol and rarely participated in it, he could understand your need for the occaisonal drink at his bar, especially when he noticed you approach after an particular stressful day at work.

He noticed your slumped way of walking, the sour expression on your face as you approached the bar at Angel's Share. Without a word, he turned and prepared your favourite drink for you, placing it in front of you with an understanding nod.

You thanked him and almost downed the drink entirely in one go. So it was that bad, huh?

Like always, he wanted to keep an eye on you the entire time, to ensure you wouldn't drink too much, but something came up and he had to leave the bartending to Charles on his own.

As he emerged from his office within the Angel's Share again after two hours had passed, he was surprised and concerned when he did not see you sitting at the bar anymore.

Alarmed, he was about to dash over to Charles to question him about your whereabouts, but then a shout ripped through the tavern, a voice he would recognise anywhere.

He turned to the source of the noise and found you sitting at one of the many tables in the tavern, surrounded by other people who were heavily drunk and singing along with the bards... just like you were.

Diluc turned again to look at Charles, who only spared him one apologetic look before he tended to other customers again.

"DILUC!"

The shout of his name brought him to turn his attention back to your drunken self, as you tried approaching him on your stumbling and unsafe legs. He caught you under your arms as you were about to fall right in front of him, but this only made you giggle more.

"Where have you been? You missed out on SOOO much fun!", you laughed and giggled while talking, raising your glass to your lips again to drink even more. But Diluc caught your hand before you could do so, gently taking the glass from your grip.

"I think you've had enough for the night, darling."

"No! I'm pracitcally sober! See?". You tried convincing him, but you were basically stumbling while only staying in one spot, so it wasn't exactly successful.

"Come on, it's time to get you to bed.", he said as he then gently picked you up, one hand supporting your upper body while his other arm was holding you under your legs.

You let out a surprised noise at the sudden motion, but soon started giggling again, wrapping your arms around his neck as Diluc carried you out the tavern and began the walk back to his mansion.

It was late at night already, but that didn't stop you from talking the entire time, commenting either about the time of day or what you were seeing upon your travels.

"WOW, did you see the shape of that bush?!"

"Has that flower always been there? ...Why is it staring at me?"

Diluc couldn't help but smile at your crazy talk. He wished he could see what you were seeing right now, but it's best if he didn't.

This carried on for a while, him carrying you like this while you commented on absolutely everything without pause, until suddenly, you slapped your hands against his cheeks, holding his face like that and making him look at you.

Surprised, he stopped walking, looking at you questioningly as you were practically staring him in the eyes, not saying anything.

"...What?", he asked after a few seconds of silence as you began squinting your eyes together.

"You have such a pretty face, you know that?", you suddenly said, before giggling again, letting go of Diluc's face again and hiding your own against his chest.

Meanwhile, Diluc had combusted into all the different shades of red at your compliment. His brain stopped working for a second at the unsuspected praise of his appearance.

When he tried nudging you, he noticed that you'd finally fallen asleep in his arms, looking peacefully unaware. Diluc sighed, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head, whispering "Sweet dreams" into your ear as he carried on his way, holding you tightly against his chest.

He knew you would feel the full force of your drinking tomorrow morning, but he would be there as well, to help and comfort you through it.

Xiao

He was still not too familiar with the customs of the humans, so he didn't think too much of it when you told him that you were going out for a few drinks with your friends.

He just nooded and wished you a good night with them while he would focus on his duties for the time you were going to be apart. Never would he have thought it would end like this..

The night has already progressed quite far, but there were still no signs of you coming back. And Xiao was slowly starting to get worried.

He hasn't heard anything from you at all. Normally, you would call his name and he would accompany you back home, to make sure you would arrive safe and sound.

But never before did it take you this long, you usually never stayed out this late.

So the fact that it happened now, made his mind spin with worry and a hundred different scenarios on what could have happened to you while he wasn't there to protect you.

As his thoughts kept wandering and getting worse by the second, he suddenly heard you... your voice... calling his name..

He was confused for only a second because your voice didn't sound as paniced like he had imagined it would, but that was quickly shoved to the back of his mind as he teleported to you.

To his surprise, he stood in the middle of a very crowded place, people all around him and shouting and singing very loudly with each other. Is this what you called a "tavern" earlier?

Xiao then looked around and spotted you not too long after. You were standing with your back turned to him, so he approached you, wanting to know why you called for him.

As he came closer, he noticed you standing with your group of friends. The closer he got, the better he began to understand what you were talking about.

"... so handsome! And his hair! Oh my god, his hair! It's so fluffly! Like, you wouldn't think it, but it's so..."

You were rambling, your friends laughing at your drunken monologue about your boyfriend, which made you pout.

"Hey! Don't laugh at me! It's true, Xiao is very handsome and loveable!"

Xiao froze in his tracks over hearing you say that. Was that why you called his name? Because you were gushing to your friends about him?

"Yeah, yeah, we know, (Name).", your friends were laughing and giggling even more at your pouting, to which you then decided to turn around to get another drink from the bar. Although those plans of your were long forgotten as you recognized the face of your boyfriend in the crowd.

"XIAO!", you screamed, a huge grin appearing on your face as you immediately ran towards him, startling the poor Adeptus even more. He was unsure how to react in this situation, but you just took care of that for him.

Jumping up into his arms, hugging your arms around his neck, you giggled as you burried your face into his neck. "What are you doing here?", you asked him after a minute, only now realizing how strange his presence here was.

"You.. called my name.", Xiao explained, a bit awkward since your friends were watching you two and he did not know how to handle you right now. You were acting so different than usual..

"I did? Really.. I don't remember..", you pondered, but moments later, it was already forgotten again as you hugged him again, giggling like a madman, continuing to mumble "Xiao.. Xiao.. my Xiao..", while you did so.

Xiao was blushing like crazy, and the best thing he knew to do right now was to escape this situation as soon as possible.

"I'll be taking her home now.", he said directed to your friends. Then, placing an arm around your back, he teleported you and himself back to his room at Wangshuu Inn, were he laid you down on the bed.

He would let you rest for now, but there were a lot of questions he needed you to answer tomorrow morning..

Thoma

Thoma himself did not drink often, but he also never stopped you from doing so, knowing that you liked to go out from time to time to have fun this way. And he always took care of you when you had a terrible hangover the next day.

You always felt guilty about it and he would tell you that he didn't mind it a bit, but it didn't help your conscious at all. Still, the next best opportunity you got, you would do it again.

It became somewhat of a routine that Thoma would look after you when you overdid it with the drinking again.

Like today...

It was only supposed to be two or three drinks with some friends at a bar, but it escalated when a certain Oni came into the picture, challenging you to a drinking game which you could not turn down.

Thoma tried his best in talking you out of it, but your pride got the better of you. And now, you were horribly drunk, your head resting on the bar counter as you giggled and laughed at absolutely nothing.

Your friends and other spectators were laughing at you, as well as the drunk Oni next to you, while Thoma was shaking his head. He did feel pity for you, because the hangover would be gruesome, but on the other hand, he did warn you and you refused to listen to him. It was your own fault...

Deciding that enough was enough, he went over to you, gently patting your back.

"Come on, (Name). It's time to go home now.", he said as he took one of your arms to place it over his shoulder, while his other arms wrapped around your back so he could help you walk better.

You were barely conscious at this point, only unintelligable noises leaving your lips, interrupted by the occaisonal giggle or laughter.

The people made room for the two of you as Thoma helped you to get outside, the fresh air hitting your face and you soon felt like you became a bit more clear in the head again.

Suddenly realizing that you were walking, you looked at the figure next to you through squinted eyes. You didn't recognize much, other than the fact that whoever that was, they were looking rather handsome..

"Heeyy.. you come here often?", you asked, the words managed to come out after a few attempts. The person next to you was silent for a few seconds, then you heard a chuckle from them.

"You could say that, yes.", they answered you, which satisfied you for now. You nodded, walking in silence for a bit, until a new realization hit you.

"Wait.. where are we going?"

"I'm taking you home. You had a bit too much to drink, (Name)."

You only nodded again, letting this strange person walk you back to your home without further resistance. Maybe, if you were more sober, you would have realized the hidden dangers in this if the person next to you would have been anyone else..

As soon as you were through the door of your home and your head hit your soft pillow, your lights went out instantly and you were snoring softly, sleeping like a rock.

With a sigh, but also a fond smile on his lips, Thoma looked at you and shook his head as he made sure to pull the blankets over your body, before he left for now to gather a few herbs and medicine to help your recovery later...

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starglitterz · 2 years

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♡ NEED TO KNOW.

pretty boys without a shirt… that's it that's the post

✧ feat ; cyno, scaramouche, tighnari, xiao x gn!reader

✧ warning(s) ; suggestive, may be ooc

✧ a/n ; apologies for being a slut on main, it will happen again. hope you like this ! unrelated but i listened to the instrumental for baby by madison beer the entire time i was writing this so here's the link if you'd like to hear it while reading :>

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✦ CYNO. [ judicator of secrets ]

general mahamatra is renowned for never slacking off, and his unexpected arrival at the doorsteps of scholars often bodes ill for the researchers in question. but that has never been the case for you, his lover, who has come to look forward to his surprise visits.

“i should get back to work, you know,” cyno murmurs against your lips, though the way his strong arms are holding your hips tightly in place on his lap seems to convey quite the opposite. “shouldn’t i be the one saying that?” you smile, threading your hands through his messy mane of white hair, “after all, you were the one who came here under the guise of a medical check-up.” he makes a noise of dissent, nuzzling into your neck where he proceeds to press a storm of kisses, “it wasn’t a disguise, it’s true!” “oh, is that so?” you can’t help but laugh, “what were your symptoms?” cyno pulls away from your skin, where you’re certain he’s left more thtan a few bruises, and gives you the stupidest grin ever, “i was lovesick!” you snort, and he beams, “that was a good one, wasn’t it?” “shut up and just kiss me, dumbass,” you flick his forehead, “your kisses are better than your jokes.” “low blow,” he whines, and you’re struck by his duality between the persona he displays to the world and how he behaves in private. “but it is a wish i’m willing to indulge,” he continues, tilting your chin up to him.

your hands travel up his torso, and you can feel him stiffen under your touch, reclining to give you more access to him. “imagine if someone walked in,” he laughs, though it’s a breathless laugh as you trace circles across his skin, “general mahamatra and the chief healer fooling around like teenagers.” “no, i’ll let them know this is just routine,” you wink, “like how i’m checking your pulse right now.” without warning, you lean down and press your ear against his chest as if to hear his heartbeat directly. cyno freezes and you smile, lifting one hand to caress his face, “i can feel your heart getting faster and faster.” he sighs, trying to regain his composure to the best of his ability, “guess you’re leading me to an early grave.” “oh dear, that’s a shame,” you pretend to be sad, “i think you'll have to extend your stay here so i can fix that.” “ah, a shame indeed,” cyno’s red eyes laser in on yours, and you find yourself amazed at the intensity of his stare, “i’ll be entirely in your care.” “perhaps i might even cure your lovesickness,” you tease, and he smirks before tugging you closer for another kiss, “we’ll see about that.”

✦ SCARAMOUCHE. [ kunikuzushi ]

scaramouche is electric.

not just because of the electro delusion he wields so effortlessly, but more so because of the way the very air around him crackles with potential and power. perhaps it is because he was sculpted by divinity itself that his fingertips tingle with the electricity coursing through his veins, and gives him this voltaic aura which shines through even when he is doing the most mundane of tasks.

right now is no exception as he gazes at his reflection - he still looks so pretty. “you really did a number on me,” scaramouche groans, though you can hear the tinge of pride in his voice as he looks at the messy constellation of lovebites strewn across his neck and collarbone. you stroll up behind him after clambering out of bed, stepping over the discarded clothes from last night and letting your arms snake around his waist, “aw, i’m sorry.” “you don’t sound apologetic in the slightest,” scaramouche scoffs, even as his hand envelops yours with warmth. “yeah, that was a lie,” you smirk, leaning closer to whisper in his ear, “i’m not sorry at all.” “that sounds more like you,” he chuckles, though his breath hitches when your palm splays across his abdomen.

scaramouche is always wound tight like a coiled spring, always on edge, always ready to attack at the first sign of danger. and with you around to push his buttons in more ways than one, he swears he’s learned to tense up the second you touch his skin - it sets him aflame. his indigo irises stray to the sight of the two of you in the mirror, and he swallows because he knows you’ve got him wrapped around your little finger. “you’re so cute, i love you,” you giggle, pressing featherlight kisses in a trail along his bare shoulder. “shut up,” his face feels far hotter than it should at your easy compliments which never seem to make sense; who else would have the audacity to call the balladeer ‘cute’? but maybe that’s precisely the reason why he adores you, and he mumbles, “i love you too.” “love me enough to skip your meeting today?” “nope.” “it was worth a shot.”

✦ TIGHNARI. [ verdant strider ]

it is rare for tighnari to spend the night at home thanks to his duties as chief forest watcher, but tonight he has, and you’re planning to make the most of it.

your hands skate over your lover’s skin, pressing down in all the right areas to help massage the tension out of his aching muscles. he isn’t as broadly built as some of the other forest rangers, but he has his own strengths hidden underneath the many layers he wears daily. in fact, you can practically feel his muscles rippling under your touch right now.

“i think you’re overworking yourself, darling,” you say, continuing your work as the scent of harra fruit oil fills the air. it’s a late cloudy night, and the only light outside comes from the distant lamps illuminating avidya forest. he’s silent, quieter than usual, and you’re worried that you’ve overstepped his boundaries. but then his ears twitch and he looks at you, “what?” a teasing smile curves your lips as you realise what just happened - tighnari was so happy about you massaging him that he totally spaced out. he recognises your trademark smirk and sighs, “don’t even think about it.” “c’mon, you have to admit it’s funny when your ears are so big but you still didn’t hear!” you giggle, and he turns away without answering, jutting his lower lip out in a pout.

“nooo, wait, i’m sorry,” you can’t help the note of amusement that slips into your tone, so you shuffle closer from how you’re sitting on your knees to wrap your arms around his bare torso. resting your chin on his shoulder, you blow on his ear, “tighnari~” his expression doesn’t change, but his ears and tail give him away this time, so you laugh, tilting his chin to face you before surprising him with a kiss, “that means i’m super duper sorry.” “hmph,” tighnari pretends to glare at you for a second before his eyes soften and he smiles, “you’re going to need to give me a lot more kisses before i leave again tomorrow for me to forgive you.” “you don’t need to ask me twice, and i’ll add in a bonus massage for your ears too!” “just admit you want to touch my ears.” “alright fine, that may have been my ulterior motive but i swear it’s also because i love you.” “i know, love, i know.”

✦ XIAO. [ vigilant yaksha ]

adepti do not require sleep to function normally, and right now xiao is so incredibly thankful for that fact because with how you’re acting, there’s no way either of you are getting any sleep tonight.

your fingertips skirt across the plane of his back, etching every dip and curve of his body into your memory, doodling absent patterns and swirls on his skin and leaving a trail of heat in your wake. it’s been a few minutes of this, and xiao doesn’t think he can take it for much longer. “i know you’re awake, xiao,” you move closer, nuzzling into his back and making a shiver run down his spine. he hums in reply before turning around to face you, amber irises boring into yours with the affectionate gaze he reserves for you and you alone. your eyes widen slightly when you see his face, and he raises an eyebrow, “what is it?” “nothing… you’re just so pretty,” your voice drops to a whisper, treating this moment like something sacred as if it would be blasphemous to speak even a decibel louder.

“what?” xiao has never even imagined that anybody would call him, a celestial being who’s convinced himself he is worth nothing except as a weapon for bloodshed, ‘pretty’. but coming from you, it sounds just right, especially when you cup his cheek, thumb caressing his skin softly. your other hand tangles in the jade streaks of his hair before slipping down to his stomach, tracing a thin line up his torso. xiao is made of lean muscle that freezes under your touch, and you can feel the strength he possesses thumping like a heartbeat under his skin as you trace the emerald tattoo on his bicep.

“i’m serious!” you laugh, and the sound makes xiao so happy his heart threatens to burst out of his chest. weaving your arms around his neck, you tug him impossibly closer, pressing your lips to his before pulling away with a smile, “love you.” “love you too,” xiao manages to reply even though his head is spinning and his cheeks are on fire, but the only thing he can focus on is asking, “can i kiss you again?” “as many times as you want, pretty boy.”

stop wtf why are they so hot... i need them NOW. // general masterlist

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cyxnidx · 1 year

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DONT BE SHY !

characters: kazuha, and xiao

warnings: praise(kazuha’s), degrading (xiao), reader is female bodied, smut and i think thats it. lmk if i missed anything

a/n: things they would say to you in the bedroom~

KAZUHA -- “let it out for me baby..thats it.”

“kazuha, please..” you whined, watching as your boyfriend slid his dick in between your folds. “put it in.” you were practically begging. looking you in the eyes, kazuha slowly pushed himself into your warmth. quickly, your hand covered your mouth to hide the moan that was forming, though it was removed not a moment later. “let it out for me baby,” he groaned, pining your wrists above you, moans beginning to rush from your throat. “that’s it.” kazuha said with a satisfied sigh.

XIAO -- “you like that, don’t you? fucking slut.”

“xiao, please slow down,” you whined, holding onto his arm for grip as he pounded your hole. “but why should i? is this not what you wanted?” he asked in a questioning tone, speeding up. a loud moan came from your mouth quickly, nails now scratching at his back. he scoffed unimpressed. “you like that, don’t you?” you began seeing stars, practically nodding onto anything you heard from him. grinning, he spilled his seed into you with one last thrust. “fucking slut.”

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sonder-paradise · 2 years

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𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦 — 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭

◊ characters. xiao, kazuha, heizou, scaramouche, gn!reader

◊ genre. angst to fluff?

◊ cw. ya get hurt lol, like stabby stabby hurt and i describe how

— 𝐗𝐢𝐚𝐨

the second it happens, he can feel this deep, carnal regret erupt from within him. he shouldn’t have allowed you to come with. you should have stayed at wangshu inn and awaited his return. now a shower of rocks cascades upon the two of you and he stumbles for a moment to reach out for you. “xiao, wait!”

hearing his name, he’s stunned when your hand collides with his chest and he gets pushed back. the pit of his stomach dropping as you’re flung backwards and thrown into the mountainside. he can barely call out your name before the tides of his anger erupt to eliminate his enemy.

xiao is at your side in an instant and the second you know it, you’ve returned to the inn. he’s trying to stay calm and assess your injuries. all the while silent and eerily passive. “xiao, are you hurt?” and that’s when he finds himself staring at you. his eyes gloss over for a moment and he can’t seem to stop shaking.

“you’re hurt. why are you asking me such a thing? i should have protected you instead,” he whispers into your palm when you clasp his cheek. your body tenses but you know the injuries will heal. “i’ll always protect you though. so don’t worry, i’m right here.”

— 𝐊𝐚𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚

blade in hand, he’s always relied on you to watch his back. however, your travels to mondstadt have taken quite the turn. blocked by the road, the two of you make quick work of the last treasure hoarders. “i believe that takes care of all of them,” he says, briefly looking over you for any blemishes.

your mouth opens to answer but he’s unsure whether or not you truly spoke as the next thing he knows he’s tumbling to the dirt; dust flies up into the air and taints the surroundings a misty brown. he can barely see but through the dust he can make out your figure hovering over him.

“kazuha…?” you gasp, stumbling back and into his arms as he’s just barely gotten up. the last wounded treasure hoarder stands above you, crossbow empty and arrow lodged in your thigh. kazuha’s quick to avenge you. but his eyes widen in a mute horror as he drags you away from the danger.

blood stains his fingers as he works diligently to patch you back up safely. “please don’t ever do that again, my love. i couldn’t bare to watch you hurt yourself for me,” he says, hands trembling as he bandages your shoulder. “i’m fine now thanks to you though. i would have done it again if needed.” kazuha sighs, leaning his head against yours in half-relief and half-worry.

— 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮

you tagging along during a bit of sleuthing never hurt. heizou enjoyed the company and your presence helped him think. the evening waned on with little hindrances. just a few flirtations from both parties until the time to grow serious came. investigating this particular case never seemed dangerous until things quickly fled in the wrong direction.

heizou’s desperate to get you out of here. the wandering samurai lunges forward, katana brandished and aiming in your direction. he’s quick to get you out of harm’s way even if you have your own weapon in hand. “you have to get out of here!”

“i’m not leaving you here!” heizou grits his teeth at your words but nothing else can be said before his name flies out of your mouth and he finds himself stumbling to the ground, gripping onto the dirt to stabilize himself. the sword rips into your shoulder blade and heizou’s breath leaves him.

he can barely remember what happens after that, the only thing on his mind is getting you out of there. you’re in his arms in a second and he can feel your blood staining his clothing. “shush, it’s fine. they’re gone now. just… just hold on i’m right here.” he can feel the iron sting of blood in his mouth as he bites the inside of his mouth, praying that you’ll be alright.

— 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞

he’s honestly not used to someone being by his side during missions. especially not you of all people. he feels a little more self-aware of his actions and his tone. still, he needs to get the job done and your assistance is certainly better than him doing it entirely alone.

but he curses under his breath when things go wrong. the plans are burning faster than he can even keep up with and now you’re stuck under this crumbling infrastructure of deluded lies with him. scaramouche isn’t even sure when or how you appeared next to him but when the wet splatter of blood hits his cheek his eyes widen.

your name tumbles from his lips faster than he can even react to your violent shove. as you crumple to the ground, he’s wrapping you up in his arms. you can see the fragility in his eyes as he stares down at you. blood pooling in a crimson puddle around you as your eyes flicker shut.

light seeps in eventually and you find yourself staring at the ceiling of an unknown medical ward. your body aches with a pain slotted within your chest and examining your surroundings you’re surprised to see scaramouche worriedly pacing the room. he stops when he sees you’re awake.

“you idiot! what the hell were you thinking taking the hit like that! do you even understand—“

“are you alright?” he stops, staring at you incredulously but at the same time relief washes over his body in a tidal wave.

“i’m… fine,” he mumbles, going to your side in an instant. he takes your hand in his, quietly accepting your decision.

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valiantartwritingweasel · 10 months

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❦ Oh no, there seems to be only one bed. Whatever will we do? ❦

I have a hate-love relationship with this trope. Will maybe do a women version too but all of them at once would´ve been too much for my pea brain. I also have 4 more dudes in the drafts but i gave up halfway through

it´s kind of romancy-ish as in like, y´all are crushing on each other. Because I want it like this.

gender neutral (no pronouns mentioned) so everyone can feel included

(These are a bit short but it is what it is)

//Diluc, Kaeya, Xiao, Ayato //

Diluc

You just stood there, awkwardly staring at the room. You felt like you were in a bad romance novel (which you kind of are), standing next to the guy who had your heart skipping multiple beats just by looking into your vague direction. Now in front of a single bed that you, probably?, had to share tonight.

You were no stranger to Diluc, as you did like to venture into the tavern regularly. At first you did it for the drinks and then, at some point, you just came for a chat. With him. Him, his sweet smile and his sweet way of telling stories. You loved seeing him. You...loved him.

The situation now was more of a coincidence. A coincidence you couldn´t really explain. But here it was.

The bed wasn´t like small or anything but the sheer thought of lying in such close proximity to the red haired man made your cheeks heat up like fire.

Not daring to look at him, you quietly cleared your throat „so.. uh... how do we go about this..?“

A short silence filled the room before he spoke up „Well, we could just share the bed...right?“.

You could feel his gaze burning into the side of your head, yet you just couldn´t bring yourself to look at him. „I´m sure it´ll be fine“ his reassuring voice spoke once more „if you´re comfortable with it, of course.“

Once more, you cleared your throat, before giving him a small nod „well, yeah. I suppose we can.“

Another minute of silence passed. You didn´t know. Couldn´t know. But the man was just as nervous as you were. Trying his best to voice the thoughts that were clouding his mind, before he spoke up again „We could..stay close to each other...right?“

He too had come to appreciate your presence. Was this how people made their first move? He could only hope that taking notes from Kaeya would prove good for once.

(Would probably sleep on the floor if you asked him to, idk)

Kaeya

Kaeya and you were friends. You always had been. You had shared a bed before. But that was like ages ago.

Now it felt different. It felt more intimate to think about sharing a bed.

You thought it was obvious that you liked him but you could barely tell how he felt about it. He was charming. Very charming. And you never knew how to tell `being charming` and `flirting` apart. Ever. Especially not with him, no matter how long you had known him.

But before you could even say anything, ask how to do this or voice your thoughts out loud, he had already waltzed over to the bed, stretching his arms accompanied by a small yawn.

He did not seem to care, which made your stomach churn a bit in confusing feelings.

Well, good to see that he´s comfortable with you. A bit sad to think that he doesn´t immediately get nervous at the thought of him lying next to you. Maybe he really just thought of you as his childhood friend.

You sighed before following him to the bed, shaking your head, trying to get rid of the heat going through your face.

He was already sitting on the bed, shooting you a look that you couldn´t quite decipher in the dim light. „We should stay close together tonight. Who knows what could happen? Safer to have each others back.“

If possible, you blushed even more, hoping he couldn´t see, before you nodded. „Yes. Yes stay close for...safety reasons“.

When you lied down onto the mattress you could hear him chuckle quietly, before you felt, to your horrific surprise, his arms engulfing your waist. A low whisper reached your ear „There is no shame in cuddling, is there?“ with a smirk that you could literally HEAR through his low voice, he added „for safety reasons“

(a little shit who hides his nervousness very well)

Xiao

With a mortified expression you stood there, in the door frame, staring at the bed.

You didn´t know the yaksha very well, as you had only been in contact with him while Zhongli was around. He seemed... alright enough? He was carrying a lot of sorrow, that much you knew.

You could tell, only because Zhongli was around to make him feel comfortable enough to let some expressions through his facial features.

But you didn´t know why, never wanted to press for it, never wanted to make him feel like he would need to open up to you. So you just tried to keep the contact minimal.

But now here you were, on a journey the old man had set you up to, standing in front of a single bed.

It wasn´t like you were scared to share a bed with him. He didn´t seem like someone who´d take advantage of you at least. But...you couldn´t help but wonder how he´d feel about this..? Would he be alright?

You cleared your throat quietly before muttering „so.. only one bed huh?“. Your voice laced with just a hint of sarcasm.

You looked at him, out of the corner of your eye and took notice of his expression changing. He looked sort of…angry?

Before you could dwell in the thought much longer he had already started muttering „Foolish mortals. Joking at times that require a serious aptitude. Do you expect something to happen? Tell me.“

You were..surprised to say the least. Joking? About what? The irony? You couldn´t figure out what exactly he was talking about. Slowly. Cautiously. You muttered back „Joking about what? What would I expect to happen?“

He stared at you for what felt like an eternity. Slowly but surely you started to feel a bit...uncomfortable. Why was he staring like that?

„I know what happens at night, between two individuals of your kind. Do not hold me to foolish standards of being naive“.

You were flabbergasted, to say the least, before you could get a hold of yourself and murmur „I... just want to get to sleep...No hidden intentions there...“

Now he seemed to be the one who was uncomfortable, averting his face to hide a blush crossing his cheeks. How silly of him. Now he was the one who felt foolish.

A short moment passed and you knew that he was embarrassed about his little outburst. Someone's got trust issues. But you didn't press on it, only sharing a kind smile "I didn't mean anything bad by it. Sorry for the confusion". He nodded and seemed to calm down. After a while he nodded again, maybe more to himself then to you, before mumbling „Sure. I´ll share a bed with you“.

What you didn´t know was that the mf didn´t even need sleep to begin with.

(there´s no way people are just nice, whats ur ulterior motive?? TELL HIM NOW??)

Ayato

It was silly really.

To be embarrassed about the thought of having to share a bed with your husband of all people.

But your marriage wasn't a conventional one, as neither of you married out of love.

It's not like you hated each other, you'd actually say that you got along just fine. You just never got into any...romance situations.

It felt weird, being married already but never having been on a date together. But it also felt weird for you to now try and get closer to him?

There were no books on how to go about this, so you just tried to wing it. Which wasn't easy.

When his eyes looked at you with such precise attention whenever you opened your mouth to say something, it was hard to get any words out at all. You could hear your heart slamming against your chest whenever you focused on his eyes. They were so beautiful.

That aside, right now you couldn't see his eyes. Thankfully. And you were hoping that he couldn't see yours either.

Your eyes were full on staring at the single bed in front of you.

Today, you couldn't venture off into your own room. Today, people could see where you went. Today, people would be able to judge you on your marriage.

Today, you had to stay at a Hotel and today you did not want to put a bad image upon your dearest husband. So you just asked Thoma to book a room supposed for married couples. There was a sofa but…you kind of wanted to make a move on him. To maybe, actually, be married to him? The thought alone made your heart flutter.

You imagined this scenario to be way easier in your head but now, with him being so close to you, you could definitely feel your nerves spiking up and your face burning with embarrassment.

He didn't seem to notice as he stood there for a while, taking in the room, then he turned towards you "just…one bed?". His tone showed his confusion. You cleared your throat before nodding "I thought… well, I thought we could spend the night together…".

The blush on your cheeks did not want to leave you alone but still, you turned your head to meet the amused gaze of your husband.

This little shit was all you could think before he spoke again "Quite a bold move to make. I like it."

#thanks to my lovely baby friend for reading through these and going with me through my suffering #genshin impact #diluc scenarios #kaeya scenario #xiao scenarios #ayato scenario #genshin writing #diluc x reader #kaeya x reader #xiao x reader #ayato x reader #what the fuck else do you put in the tags help me

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the-travelling-witch · 1 year

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i’ve talked about scara and the aranara and now it’s time for xiao and the aranara

he’s taking a stroll through the sumeru forest when he notices subtle movements in the bushes and trees around him but thinks nothing of it… until it grows more frequent and trails after him

turns out the aranara are fascinated by the adeptus; this one looks to be human like the golden nara but there’s a different aura coming from him

so when xiao sets down his spear to splash some water in his face at a river and goes to grab it again, he finds a few pairs of tiny eyes staring back at him

both sides are frozen in surprise, the aranara who previously played around on and inspected his shiny weapon coming back to life and scurrying back into the plants

still a little dazed by the unexpected encounter, xiao continues through the forest, although a little calmer now that he can link the rustling of leaves to the apparently harmless little plant creatures

he does not see any more of them though… that is until he sees a group of fungi harassing something he can’t quite make out; perhaps it was a careless adventurer?

when he disposed of the fungi, xiao realises that it was another one of the round plant people who shakily introduces themselves as an aranara, a forest spirit of sumeru

in return, xiao tells them his name and explains that he is an adeptus from liyue and the aranara perks up; suddenly, there’s a lot of movement in the bushes again as more of these spirits dare come closer now; he recognises the ones from the riverbed amongst them

it’s clear they mean no harm but are more like curious little children, so when they ask “xiao nara, what is your favourite flower?” he doesn’t hesitate to say that it’s a qingxin

the little aranara seem confused but soon their ??? changes to !!! as the scurry off; thinking he scared them off again, the adeptus sighs but decides to wait a little longer

and sure enough, it doesn’t take long until excited chatter fills the air again; his new friends are back carrying various aspects of sumeru’s flora, all asking “is this qingxin?”

when he has to tell them none of them are, they seem a little disappointed but light up pretty quickly

xiao eventually has to leave the forest again, but not without promising the aranara he’ll bring back a qingxin for them to see next time he visits

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byizoyas · 11 months

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🎫 ❛ yours, truly ❜ xiao x f!reader social media au

⁂ . . .GENRE !! modern/band au. exes to lovers.

⁂ . . .STARRING !! fem reader, xiao, kazuha, scaramouche, venti, heizou, lumine, yelan, dehya.

⁂ . . .NOTES !! cursing. time stamps don’t matter. this is my 5th smau cuz idk how to keep my ideas to myself so.. don’t be surprise if the updates aren’t regular. :) band au!! not idol! will contain written parts. angst. might get suggestive at times but everyone can read it. taglist is always open. just send an ask or comment this post if you’re interested !

*starting on june 21st. updates once or twice a week

♮ college nears its end. you’ve made bonds with many people; lost some on the road but now summer is coming, along with the music day. to celebrate it, your friends gift you an album with a little particularity— indeed you find a special ticket including a meet and greet the artists. you would find yourself to be the luckiest person ever, if it wasn’t for the band to be your ex’s: xiao.

what happens when you see him again a year after your breakup ?

PROFILES 5wirl + private || hot girls club

01. happy music day ! 02. you and 33 others 03. a double date (or) a bait

reblogs, comments, likes and any kind of feedback is greatly appreciated. <3

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mybelde · 1 year

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how not to romance a guy 101

pairing: Xiao x gn!reader

genre: modern college au, fluff, crack, smau

summary: You just found out that there was this extremely attractive guy in your chem class, and what was your first thought? "Is he single?" Since then, you've made it your mission to try and romance him before someone else wins him over. However, the problem was, you have no love life at all! But seriously, how hard can it be to win someone over? This is how not to romance a guy 101

status: ongoing [4 Feb 23 - ??]

author's note: putting this out here first, will only start once i finish my aether smau. like bro, how can i not write a smau about my husband 🤨??/j anyways, i decided to make this smau gender neutral so that all the simps can enjoy this lol xiao so babygirl fr

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Plan # 1

➸ 00: who's that cute guy ✎

⌫ Step 1: Get his number

➸ 01: like a k-drama scene

➸ 02: he's in my chem class???

➸ 03: chickened out ✎

➸ 04: in my stalker era

➸ 05: you're saying he's not a model??!?

➸ 06: the plan

➸ 07: check your dms

⌫ Step 2: Text him

➸ 08: osmanthus wine tastes the same as i remember

➸ 09: hey (with rizz) ✎

➸ 10: 21 questions

➸ 11: i'm not always this cringe i swear

➸ 12: i promise i'm not a scammer ✎

➸ 13: help pls | 13.5: when he's good at science AND math >>>

➸ 14: partners? fuck yeah! ✎

Added— ⌫ Step 2.5: Hangout with him

➸ 15: meetup (date)

➸ 16: you smell like qingxin flowers ✎

➸ 17: stop procrastinating

➸ 18: my treat ✎

➸ 19: want to be cat parents? ✎ | 19.5: oh. ✎

➸ 20: are you free tonight

➸ 21: still hung up on her? ✎

⌫ Step 3: Give him almond tofu

➸ 22: -

➸ 23: -

➸ 24: -

➸ 25: -

➸ 26: -

➸ 27: -

➸ 28: -

⌫ Step 4: Ask him out

➸ 29: tba

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yoimix · 1 year

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genshin men + first kiss ★ pt. 2

ft. kazuha, xiao, scaramouche

✽ kazuha’s gaze lingers over your lips long enough for anybody else to get the hint—anybody but you, of course. but how could you? when you’re unable to stay still, even under the warm beach sun, as soon as he smiles at you. seasickness has never haunted you as much as lovesickness has. yes, you want to hold him and yes, you can’t return his gaze for longer than two seconds. love is hard for travelers without destinations. and love is hard for you, who can’t see beyond his words, at the gaping meaning: i like you. in more ways than one. you were never a poet to begin with. so you cast aside these feelings overboard and into the sea, leaving kazuha sighing more often than beidou has patience for. and that means, she’s decided to leave the two of you stranded on an island off the coast of liyue (‘an easy little comission’, she dubs) till you can figure your feelings out, or get eaten by mitachurls. tough love makes the crux go around.

“i’ve cleared the camps on the right,” kazuha notifies, sheathing his sword.

“i-i’ve done my part on the left,” you respond right away, taking a gulp of air.

under the light breeze of summer, you’re tugged even more towards the man at the base of the rock you sit upon.

“woah, careful!” he exclaims, holding you right in time before you trip off the rock and onto the sand.

“th-thanks,” you mutter.

and even under the light breeze of summer, the air is heavy with your repressed emotions. you can thank kazuha’s steady hand on your back for catalyzing the flow of blood to your face.

“will you... let go?” you look away quickly, retracting your hand.

“oh! i’m sorry.” he quickly removes his hand from your body and you almost regret it. there must be better ways to rid of this awkwardness. you’ve been friends for far too long to experience it, and it’s only started intruding after you realized your feelings.

the sound of waves crashing against the beach laces his sigh.

“(name), i’m not quite sure how much longer i can keep at this.”

“huh? what do you mean?”

“i have professed my love, have i not?”

“you-...you’ve what now?”

kazuha furrows his brows before a short, melodic laughs leaves his lips. it eases your heart the way same as the waves do. you look at him in anticipation, the bubbles in your stomach contained as they wait for a moment to pop.

“ah,” he sighs, still smiling, “i don’t know if this is the right time then.”

“what, standing in between two hilichurl camps?”

“yes, there’s that. but the view of the sea is still grand, wouldn’t you say so?”

kazuha has his autumn eyes on you, unwavering till they fixate on your lips. no sea song remains on his, no poem, no cryptic words of affection—only their feather touch against yours and sigh so soft it can’t be heard over the ocean.

you gasp, the sensation only a moment long and he pulls away.

“sorry,” he chuckles. “you looked beautiful. i couldn’t possibly describe it in sea melodies any longer—“

“please shut up and kiss me again,” you huff, blood rushing to your ears. “i can’t stand a single word of yours, not when i can’t ever get what you mean.”

kazuha blinks at your interruption, before covering his mouth with his palm to keep himself from laughing. before you can feel dismayed, he takes a step closer and you, one back against the rock.

he smiles, his palm against your cheek and your heart in your throat before you can protest. you did request it.

“if it is meaning you want, i shall give you plenty.”

and with that, his oh-so-precious lips are on yours again.

✽ xiao isn’t too familiar with the mundane customs of human life, most of human behavior bizarre to him. what’s most bizarre, however, is how often you ask to kiss him. he turns it down, the thought outrageous, even though he himself pledged his heart and soul to you. he can call you his lover in private, when the word is just a whisper leaving his lips to grace only your ears. unfortunately, it will take time for him to understand the gesture of pressing his lips to yours, no matter how soft they look. and though cheeky in your attempts to sneak in kisses, you wait patiently for him to warm up to the idea. but it is rather exhausting, and combined with your busy work schedule for the week, you find yourself dozing off on xiao’s shoulder in your little liyue bedroom with not a single kiss stolen. you were too tired to tease him today.

“is this truly comfortable?” xiao asks quietly. “you’re so strange, (name).”

you grumble, snuggling closer to him to wrap your arms around him. while innocent, xiao did not expect you to pull him into bed with you. he holds his breath as you get comfortable, your arm dangling over his waist lazily and your cheek resting against his shoulder. he peers down, the sight of you so relaxed making him release his breath in a softened sigh.

well, what does he know? it must be comfortable even if it’s him you’re clinging to—with his curses and blemishes, his blood-soaked clothes and war-stained hands. you caress his skin without a care, and wherever you draw your touch, it’s like you purify him bit by bit.

“you’re so bright,” he mumbles.

when he looks back at you, you’re blissfully asleep. he reaches for the pillow near the edge, placing it below your head while he carefully removes his arm. oh, how he swore he wouldn’t fall in love.

bending down, he brushes his lips against your forehead. this is the gesture, is it not? he’s seen people in love do it. it’s endearing how peaceful you can be when you sleep, while also getting on every single nerve of his awake.

“good night, (name),” he whispers.

before he can fully rise, however, you peck his lips, the action effectively stunning him into paralysis.

“gotcha!”

you grin, though sleepy. when he doesn’t move, however, you grow worried.

“xiao? sorry if that was sudden. i didn’t mean to—hmpf!”

his lips are pressed against yours with much more pressure than you anticipated and it takes a while to ease into the kiss. he sighs when he pulls back, face glowing crimson under the faint moonlight.

“so... does that mean you liked it?”

“…no.”

✽ scaramouche is stiff and awkward with you around. it would be practically impossible to tell apart his feelings if you weren’t so good at reading them. you encourage him with little nudges and smiles, enough to elicit an eye roll or a riled up complaint. you do enjoy seeing him that way but you often wish you could see him a tad gentler. after all, you do believe there is something gentle at the core of the storm that plagues him. despite his constant threats and warnings, his gaze often flickers to your lips till he’s annoyed himself with the idea of them. you’re sure you can call each other friends now, even though he’s nothing but prickly. but you have faith in his engineered heart, a heart working beyond its creator’s understanding, a magnum opus. and nothing will ever come so close to his heart as you do, even if he can’t admit it. emotions are weaknesses and you, his biggest flaw.

“don’t be stupid,” scaramouche snarls. “it’s a suicide mission for the likes of you.”

“ah. are you afraid you’ll lose me?” you giggle. the rest of the fatui do admire how calm you can be around him. you just think it requires a bit of patience, patience you’re willing to give to him.

“you’re disgusting,” he huffs. “stop assuming things and—”

“you want to kiss me so bad, it makes you look stupid.” a teasing grin has plastered itself onto your face, so insufferable you’re sure he’ll tear you apart any moment.

there’s a moment of silence, the fallen snow a quiet audience and you think you’ve finally done it. you’ve short circuited the puppet’s wiring and he can finally be better off without it.

“oh dear, have i finally shut you—“

you feel lips against yours, and an arm around your waist with a hand supporting the back of your neck. this was the last thing you expected, your heart firing up rapidly till you can return the kiss.

he pulls away, unable to meet your eyes. you can see, however, how red his skin is all the way down to his neck.

“you’re beautiful,” you say, a soft smile playing on your lips.

he returns a glare. “why do you say that?”

“your feelings are beautiful.”

he breathes in sharply, clearly annoyed. “i fucking hate you.”

“i don’t mind. i like how you express your feelings. it’s very human.”

“how dare you?” he hisses, “you know the truth, and yet you still call them beautiful? the very reason i was discarded?”

“yes,” you whisper, stepping in even closer. “weaknesses are what make people strive to be stronger. you’re more human than you realize.”

“you’re pissing me off,” he seethes, grabbing you by the shoulders. “stop calling me human.”

“it’s no so bad,” you hum. “for example… isn’t this feeling quite nice?”

you lean forward and place your mouth over his, the gesture immediately relaxing his muscles. he will never admit it, but you hold him in a grasp tighter than he shows.

when you pull back again, there is a kind of sorrow in his eyes, sorrow not humanly possible to describe.

“will you stay with me, then?” his tone is finally gentle. “or will you abandon me like the rest?”

“only death will keep me from you, my dear,” you giggle.

“then teyvat will burn before i let you die.”

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cl00udyyanan · 1 year

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you asked for it.

imagine the chasm quest with xiao, but he doesn’t immediately come back. like he leaves you behind after always promising to return to you. you’re calling- no screaming out his name as you’re on your knees begging that he really didn’t sacrifice himself for you and the others.

zhongli can hear your screams and at first was ready to let xiao rest but he feared now it may not be the best time. so he saves him.

suddenly xiao appears and you’re literally sobbing so much you didn’t even realize it. traveler is comforting you as yelan sees xiao.

“____…” he ever so slightly whispered but it’s enough that you snap your head around and literally trip trying to get to him. you’re holding onto him for dear fucking life.

“you asshole… you promised you’d never leave,” you’re crying into his shirt as he’s super sad too. traveler, paimon, yelan, and yanfei all standing there like: “damn.”

literally after that he has to rebuild his trust with you because it was shattered when he left you. you become anxious whenever he leaves and he wants to promise he’ll return but he doesn’t think he deserves to say those words.

he comes back to you ever evening with some small trinkets just to try and apologize (bird behavior) and yet you’re just glad he’s safe now. but still hurt because of his broken promise.

this is so self indulgent cause i would literally sob if this happened. LIKE? XIAO YOU CANT DO THIS TO US.

moot you so genius frfr,,

after all of the pain and anguish the chasm had left you and xiao, you hoped he'd stay home for a while. just enough so you can breathe, knowing he was safe and that he was there. every moment away from him left you paranoid, like some was watching you, preparing to pounce at you in your moment of vulnerability away from him. or that someone or something was out there hurting him. the thought had even crossed that he managed to end up back there again- at the chasm.

you tried to forgive him for what happened. you knew xiao's karmic debt weighed him down, how thousands of years alone had worn him down to where he was just a husk of a man who only knew how to fight, but sacrificing himself? after you had met and loved him, he was so stupid enough to throw all that away just to be a hero? oh, how you screamed his name till your throat grew sore. you cries traveled through all of teyvat, letting the world know of how your lover lied to you and left you in this cold world all alone.

the soft whisper of your name flowing through the wind towards you craning your head to see the yaksha right there infront of you, his amber eyes wide as he seen you on your knees, cheeks stained with tears, and lips quivering while mumbling his name. you crashed into him, tears pooling onto his shirt as you held him tight almost clawing at him as your cries grew louder.

why did you leave me? you promised xiao, you promised!

im sorry... is what he should have said to you, but in that moment, the words evaded him. leaving him with nothing but guilt as you sobbed against him. his mind raced, he wanted to hold you, kiss you, whisk you away from all the pain that he caused. he wanted to runaway from you so he could never hurt you again.

never again would he make a promise he couldn't keep.

those days had finally passed, although he didn't stay home like you wish, he did still come visit you in the evening. with a gust of wind, xiao would appear behind you on the balcony of wangshuu inn. he knew you'd sit there waiting for him to return. he had a boquet of sweet flowers in his right hand and a shinning ruby in his left, things he'd found while out in the mountains. he wasn't the best at consoling you, or comforting you. especially after he broke his promise, he didn't know any solutions to make you forgive him, to make things right.

"yn..." he whispered behind you. you didn't move, staring over the balcony unbothered. he tried your name again, a little louder. no response. he pouted his lips and nudged your shoulder. "...please?"

you sigh, wiping your wet cheeks and turned to him. with your bleary eyes you noticed the items he had in his hand. silently, he held them out to you. if you weren't so damn angry at him for leaving, you'd say the gesture was cute. yet, you didn't want the flowers or the gems, you wanted him to stay home. you wanted to cry all over again, thrashing into him and beg him one more time. xiao.. please stop leaving me.. but, you stood your ground, cold eyes boring into him, eye brows kneaded and sweaty fists clenched together. as if he had read your mind, xiao leaned into you besides your threatening aura and placed a soft peck on your cheek.

"...i wont leave you anymore. i promise."

that is, will he keep his promise this time?

(yo why did i kinda eat this up a litte)

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hanniejji · 2 years

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mono

[ xiao x little adepti!reader ]

summary: xiao realizes that he wasn't really alone.

note: i miss little devil and xiao :'> | m.list

words: 1622 | warnings: mentions of perilous trails and kinda shitty narrative because it's 4 am and im sleepy | REPOST

"they've been staying at that exact spot for three days, mister zhongli," verr turns to the child sitting on a blanket at the balcony of the inn with a worried look on her face. in her hands is a tray with a plate of almond tofu and a glass of water. she was just about to deliver it herself, when she came upon zhongli, who was also making his way to the balcony.

"i think they're waiting for xiao to come home," the gentleman can only sigh in response, for he had already expected this before he made his way to dihua marsh.

"i see. thank you for letting me know. may i?" he gestured to the plate and cup, "i came to check upon them, so if you don't mind?"

"of course," she carefully hands him the tray, "thank you. now, if you'd excuse me," she gives him one last smile—albeit a little sad—before turning to walk back to the front desk.

zhongli nods at her, before continuing his ascent to the balcony with the tray in his hand. the sound of his footsteps on the wooden platform alarms the figure on the floor, little shoulders perking up and turning around to face him.

your eyes are not as bright as they were a few weeks ago, zhongli noted.

"baba," you smile at him—too timid and doesn't reach their ears, he thought— "is that almond tofu?"

"indeed," he placed the tray on a nearby table, taking the plate and the fork and kneeling beside you on the blanket, "would you like to eat it now while it's still freshly made?"

"yes please."

handing you the plate and fork, you start to feed yourself little by little.

zhongli watches you do so from the corner of his eyes, lips tugging downwards from how you seem so… in your own world. silence was not an unusual thing with you, but this kind of eerie silence is slowly eating him. you've always been a child full of wonder and curiosity. if he's not retelling thousands of his stories, then it's you theorizing about everything and anything.

"baba," zhongli snapped out from his thoughts, gold eyes meeting your somber ones, "were do you think gege xiao is?"

oh.

so this is what this is about, zhongli turned his head towards the direction of the harbor, as if searching for an answer. in some ways, he is. he didn't want to speak about the chasm or xiao's impending doom to you.

"xiao is… facing a big obstacle right now."

"will he be alright?"

in all honesty, even zhongli doesn't have a definite answer. he knows xiao, alatus, is strong and more than capable of protecting himself and others. if he wasn't, he would have been swallowed by his karmic debt long ago. he is most resilient and devoted to his cause. but he is also too destructive for the sake of others—self sacrifice and unshakeable from his own principles. too much that he disregards his own safety.

"his safety is not guaranteed—" zhongli grimaced at the way your lips wobbled, "—but i can guarantee that the strength he had when he first decided to face his predicament, will be with him throughout and will remain within him right to the end."

zhongli pats the top of your head, letting your body lean on his side with a relieved smile at the somewhat at peace expression on your face.

he may not have quelled the storm within you, but he hopes that his words had at least given you more hope and confidence in your brother.

"i miss gege," you whimpered.

"worry not, little one. he'll return to us soon."

he says this to you and to himself.

xiao can feel exhaustion eating away inside him.

when he said that escaping will take everything he has, he really did mean that in all ways. the method used in the end wasn't the same as he had first planned, but either way, both still required all of his power.

the only difference was that there's a chance of survival with the second option.

well, he wouldn't have survived without rex lapis' help, but he at least came very close to that chance.

"heroes, huh," he says to himself, looking down at the shrine below him. the words that the traveler and the cow—ushi, was it?—had told him just a few minutes ago echoed in his mind.

a lot had transpired in just a few days—days for him but it might have taken them more or less than a week though, he's not too sure about that—and even after the vigilant yaksha said that he'd take their advice, there's still a lot to mentally go through with the whole experience.

maybe it was because seeing bosacius—for the last time—brought a lot of ache in his heart or the fact that he had almost met his end in the deep and dark underground space. perhaps it's a combination of both. for the few seconds that was spent falling into the depths of the chasm, he had felt the loneliest that he has ever been.

it somewhat scared him. the crippling fear when you know that it's the end and no one is there to witness you do so—it seems that yakshas do have fears of their own. his just happens to be the fear of dying without ever leaving a dent in someone's mind.

maybe this fear manifested because he was never really alone at all.

"gege!"

that's right. i was never truly alone. i just didn't really acknowledge that someone was there for me.

"gege!"

in fact, someone was always there for me, holding onto me.

xiao ignores the cries of rest from his muscles, limbs trembling at the ache that seems to dig itself into his bones. but he persevered, like he always does, pushing himself to stand.

"gege xiao."

the call for his name was clear as the sky—back at the chasm, he realized that the muffled noise he kept hearing at the back of his head was his name being called numerous times, the sound being blocked by whatever lives in that underground space. this time, finally, he can hear it as if the voice was right next to his ear. it sounded weak, a plea for him to appear.

it sounded like they've been calling him for so long only to be in vain.

with one last surge of his power, he enveloped himself with a green mist, disappearing and reappearing as fast as the wind could take him. only this time, his feet meet the wooden platform of his home.

ah, home. this is the first time i ever called someplace home.

"gege?..."

his head lifts up to where the sound came from, amber eyes meeting puffy ones—evidence of the time you've spent crying.

he says nothing, nor can he really think of something to say in this kind of situation. instead, he drags his heavy feet to your flabbergasted form on the floor.

once close enough, his knees fell to the ground with a loud thud, arms immediately sweeping you close with a relieved sigh.

"it's me," he whispers, "i'm here. i came back—and i'm never leaving you again."

after a moment of silence—you were still processing his sudden appearance—he hears the start of your cries, soft whimpers and sniffles right next to his ear and your small arms barely wrapping around his neck, fisting the cloth on his shoulder.

xiao does not initiate any kind of affection. yet here he is, striding towards you across the floor of the balcony with an urgency that you've never seen him have before, embracing you himself in a tight hug. it spurred more tears from your already weary eyes, the familiar warmth of your dear brother and his reassuring voice giving you a sense of peace—the ugly voices in your head are no more.

"w-where have you been?" you sobbed against his shoulder, trying your hardest to sound a little mad to scold him.

he only scoffs with mirth, finding your attempt endearing.

"i… met with my older brother."

"you left without telling me!" your fist thumps on his shoulders.

"forgive me, baobei—" he pulls away from the hug, calloused hands wiping the tears away from your puffy cheeks, "—i did not expect the trip to last weeks."

nor did i really think i'd ever come out alive.

"but i am here now," a rare smile appears on his face, immediately stopping you from your feigned tantrums to stare at him.

gege never smiles.

you sniffled, pouting at how he seemed unaffected. it must be an adult thing, you concur. still, this doesn't stop you from shooting him questions later.

"how was," you hiccuped, "how was your brother?"

a hum was his only response. he smooths down the disheveled mop of hair on your head, looking anywhere but your eyes.

"he's somewhere far from here."

"far from home?"

“mhm, very far. but where he is doesn't matter now," xiao shakes his head of any negative thoughts, "he may be far from us, but his memory will be preserved within our minds."

"can you tell me a story about him?"

"if you wish to hear it."

"mhm!" your eyes sparkled from excitement. it was xiao's first time to tell you a story from the past and you are more than ready to listen to his voice, his voice that you haven't heard in weeks.

"what was his name?"

"his name is bosacius. hundreds of years ago, i was not alone in protecting the land of liyue."

i was never alone before, nor am i alone now.

"there were four others—"

and now i have you.

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tihgnari · 2 years

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๑ [ 40 ] you're so good to me

tw: none / wc: 1.7k

xiao can't stop checking the time. why did venti had to say the time and location of yn's date?! how does he even know that stuff anyway and not know the date's name. venti? not knowing someone? especially a boy's name? nonsense!

he sighs, pushing his laptop away and reaching for his phone on the bedside table. he knows what to do. he knows who to call.

"and to what do i owe you this evening, xiao? i thought i told you to stop calling me on my off-hours, brat."

xiao laughs sheepishly, hand coming up to rub the back of his head. "i'm sorry, doctor yukio. but… i mean, come on, you did say i can call you anytime i want. plus aren't i your favorite patient?"

his therapist laughs. "wow, the xiao who stepped on my office a year ago would never have the guts to say that. ha! fine. what do you need?"

"well, it's about the girl i talked to you about? when–"

"you called me for dating advice? i'm hanging up."

"no! wait–well, yes. kind of. please don't hang up! i really need advice!" xiao straightened. "me and her were exes once and now–"

"yes, you've told me this a lot of times. you were exes. you hurt her. you apologized. she forgives you. she gives you a year to change and seek therapy and that's how you met me."

"right! right, exactly! well you see, she didn't exactly confirmed that we would get back together in a year but she wasn't exactly rejecting me so it means something right–"

"xiao, you've already told me these things. skip to the–"

xiao talks over him, nerves going haywire and unable to notice his therapist talking. "…so i know it's a little wrong of me to expect! but i just can't help it, you know? tonight i found out she has a date. a date! can you imagine? i get that she didn't exactly give me a straight answer whether or not we're gonna get back together but i don't know? i thought we were definitely doing great these days, we'd buy each other coffee, we would sit next to each other during lunches with our friends, we even cuddled during our last movie session for the first time in years!"

xiao hears doctor yukio humming on the other line. "did you ask her who it was? or maybe she mentioned a guy to you that she might like or is interested in?"

"no?"

"okay, i think i'm getting your problem. you like her and don't want her to go on this date but you're not sure if you have the right to, is that it?"

"…yes?"

"okay, and you want to be with her?"

"yes."

"have you shown or told her straight how you felt?"

xiao tilts his head, fiddling with a loose thread on his turtleneck. "not really. i wanted to give her space."

"and how do you think this girl would've felt when you had given her space? do you have any ideas?"

"i don't know. maybe she'd like it considering she also went through something very traumatic. she even told me that her own therapist said it was valid for her to distance herself for the time being."

"and how did you feel about giving her space?"

"i'm all for it. if she needs it to heal, then that's good enough for me. i think she's ready to trust people again. i mean, she's literally going on this date so i guess that's good for her and i have to be happy for her."

"you said 'have' so it sounds like it's out of obligation and not want."

"well, yeah. i feel sad about it. i know where her and her date are meeting and i want to tell her my feelings straight but i'm not sure if it's the right thing to do. maybe her feelings had changed for me."

"oh, so you want to let her go?"

"i…" xiao starts.

a highlight reel flashes through his head. if you get a boyfriend, xiao can't give you coffee in the morning anymore, can't sit next to you at lunch, or cuddle with you during movie nights. he'll go back to watching mcu movies alone again. no. he can't anymore. he's not your boyfriend, it's not his place.

xiao answer with barely concealed conviction.

"no. i don't want to let her go."

"okay, and have you told this to her straight? that you want to continue staying by her side? that you still love her?"

xiao blinks.

"…no, actually."

doctor yukio laughs. "alright! then you know what to do. now, please, young man, never call this number again or i'll tell my receptionist to pass you over to another clinic."

—

the plaza is huge and filled to the brim with people. men and women alike, adults and children, young and old. xiao curses, eyes working double time as he tries spotting you within the busy crowd. "why pick a crowded area for a date?" he grumbles. "i would've taken her to a restaurant or something. jesus, her date probably has no taste if he picked this spot."

"sorry!" he exclaims accidentally running into a few people among the walkway –

finally, he sees you, and it's like his world stopped and he forgot how to breathe. he sees you hanging up on the phone with a nervous but giddy smile on your face and once again, xiao is hit with a fleeting thought. maybe it's wrong coming here because you look happy, a glow like no other, and xiao would rather drop dead than take that happiness away from you. for this past year of healing and realizing his mistakes, that's what he promised to himself. that your happiness will come first.

even if your happiness isn't him anymore.

"xiao?"

his train of thought breaks and he's forced to talk to you one way or another. he can't just up and leave, especially not when you've already spotted him.

"hi," you nervously say. "what brings you here?"

he wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans, unable to look away from you even if he tried. shit, you look so beautiful it's unfair! how dare your date made you wait?

"i was… uhm… well, you said you had a date tonight?"

you hum thoughtfully before nodding. "yeah, i do. in fact he's already –"

"i love you," he spits out, panicked. "i love you and if it's okay, i wish to stay by your side for as long as you'll have me. i know i should've said this to you sooner and it's an asshole move of me to confess literally moments before your date arrives so i understand if you'll just end up hating me again," he sniffles, almost in tears. "just know, yn, that i tell you this not because i'm expecting an answer but because i want you to know how i feel. you're not obligated to give me an answer. anyway, that's all i have to say, enjoy your date."

he spins around to start walking away until a firm hand wraps around his wrist.

"actually, my date is standing right in front of me."

he blinks, confused, before looking around to check behind him. he faces you again, hesitantly bringing a finger up to point at himself before mouthing "me?"

you snap, unable to take it anymore before throwing your arms around his shoulders. "yes, you. you idiot! you're my date. no one but you because i love you too!"

xiao, finally taking in your words, pulls away from you with eyes wide in confusion. "wait! wait a minute. are you saying venti was lying when i asked him what your date's name was and he said he didn't know?"

you laugh. "yes. it's all venti's idea. he said we should make our comeback unfor –"

xiao shuts you up with a firm kiss. his arms snaking around your waist to pull you closer as your fingers weave through his hair. this kiss was passionate, filled with yearning, and you hope, as you kiss him back, that you can make him feel that same amount of love surging from you.

when he pulls away, he's pouting. "you idiot. i thought i was going to lose you! i even called my therapist because i didn't know what to do – this is so embarrassing."

you gasp comically. "are you saying, mr. xiao, that it's embarrassing to come here and profess your undying love to me?!"

he scoffs, crossing his arms. "acually, no. now that i think about it, it's embarrassing that i thought i was gonna lose you for a second there. please, i should've known you're head over heels for me to even date someone else."

you pinch him on the side and he yelps. "venti planned everything so if you're gonna be mad, be angry at him. though i gotta say, you looked real cute professing your love to me."

his hands find their way around your waist again as his eyes narrow. "did you know how fast i ran here? and i was nearly having a mental breakdown because i was having trouble booking a cab."

you sighed in content, burying yourself further in his arms to rest your head against his chest before closing your eyes.

"i'm sorry. maybe pranking you for our first date was a bad move."

maybe you shouldn't have listened to venti. but in all honestly, deep down, you didn't care, your mind too busy replaying his heartfelt confession and how wild it's making the butterflies in your stomach flutter.

he hums as if he's busy thinking. "i think, for me to forgive you, you owe me a date."

you scoff, pulling your head away from his chest to meet his eyes. "good thing that's what i was planning to do, mister! now, why don't we get out of here and watch that new doctor strange movie? i know you've been dying to watch it!"

xiao stares at the back of your head as you drag him away. dazed and feeling a surge of emotions, he looks down on your intertwined hands.

"you're so good to me." he mutters.

you bump his shoulders, laughing.

"that's right. i'm good for you."

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๑ summary — lesson learned! never challenge hu tao when you're drunk bc you'll just lose and now you have to post a thread of all your exes as songs from olivia rodrigo's hit debut album sour … or: "yn desperate much!" "yn still loves xiao? yikes! doesn't he already have someone new?" "stop ruining my relationship u bitch!"

๑ notes — and that is a wrap everyone! oh my god. good 4 u has come such a long way and i'm very very thankful you all stayed until the very end! writing g4u was so fun and im bawling that it's finally done so i hope u are too TT

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