#Alatus

[moonbiit-arts]

'Bane of All Evil'

happy birthday Xiao ♡♡♡

[denimecho]

Vigilant Yaksha (Coloured one of the Xiao from way back)

Edit: print available

[merelylillies]

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Note: ‘‘Starting to get the hang of it...might still be bad. Brace yourself I guess? Also not proofread so fingers crossed.,,

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Fandom: Hoyoverse's Genshin Impact

Pairing: (Fem.)Reader x Xiao || Alatus >>Mentioned: Malipo Kinich

Content Warnings: (NSFW) Kissing, Needy/Desperate vibes, Jealousy, Praise, Handjob (giving).

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The one time you left Paimon behind you felt surprisingly deprived of her usual chatter as you made your way up onto the cobblestone path. Though you supposed it was all well and good, she was with Xiangling, not only safe but with the company of endless food. Surely she won't complain by the time you pick her up tomorrow. Although as of right now, the atmosphere felt empty, the only noise being your heeled boots clacking onto the wooden platform of the open-air elevator. It had been a while since you last visited Wangshu Inn.

With everything that had happened between Fontaine and Natlan, it's fair to say a moment's rest has been few and far between. With the latter, upon meeting some of the tribes' people had you then suddenly grown homesick. The Malipo name bearer having played tricks on your eyes one too many times from behind. His tousled, dark blue strands with sharp cuts flooded nostalgia through your blood countless times, before you were inevitably met with green irises instead of the gold you so cherished. Lost in thought you'd barely registered the platform had reached the terrace with a clunk. Looking around, most of the guests had early turned in for the night, the moon hanging high in the sky and the air perfectly still if not for a small breeze. Walking off the elevator and rounding the entrance to the front desk, Verr Goldet was busying herself petting the inn's cat perched on the counter. She turned at the sound of footsteps with a clear look of surprise that melted into a welcoming smile.

"Welcome back Traveler," she spoke softly. Nodding in greeting you glanced around, eyes landing on the staircase leading to the upper terrace. Upon catching this Verr smiled almost knowingly.

“He's been waiting a long time you know?" she said cryptically.

“Oh." was all you managed to get out.

"Take this on my behalf will you?" she asks with an amused look before handing you a delicate plate with a decorated portion of Almond Tofu.

“Xiangling sent in a letter earlier when you departed from the harbor. I had Yanxiao make it before clocking out.".

“Thank you." you responded almost dumbfounded before taking the plate from her hands.

She nodded before turning back around to scribble away in her log book, leaving you to stare down at the dish before ultimately turning to make your way up the final flight of stairs. As you made it to the top of the stairs, building up your courage to call his name you stopped just short of the archway. To your surprise, the man was already there. Sitting balanced on the railing of the terrace, with one leg bent into his chest, the other dangling down towards the void. The Adeptus' back was to you, allowing you to gaze over the back of his hair, your brain almost warning you it's just another hopeful illusion. As your silence goes on, he turns his head in your direction, glowing yellow peering into you like daggers. Everything stilled for a little while, the two of you just staring at one another without making a move. Gods you had missed him.

“Hi Xiao." you offered, breaking the silence. He continues to look at you, then suddenly shifts, disappearing into thin air before reappearing a couple of steps away from you, standing stiffly. Swallowing your doubt, you walk closer holding the Tofu out to him.

“Yanxiao made this for you-" you suddenly stop at his expression, as he stares at you with a perplexed look, confusion mixed with upset and then switching to weariness.

“Xiao, what's wrong?" you ask concerned, eyes checking over his figure before feeling gloved fingers slide on top of yours holding up the plate.

Looking up at him, his eyes seemed to roam across your face frantically, and then finally settle on your eyes, gazing into them intensely. His other hand comes to your shoulder, gently holding you, before tightening his grip firmly once he knew for a fact you were actually standing before him. He seemed to be physically relieved at your presence. You were actually here. In front of him. Without another second wasted he pulled you into him, plate long forgotten on the floor. The embrace was rigid, but he pulled you in so tightly as if he were scared to even consider letting go.

A few beats pass by before he shifts his arms, his hands that were clutching at your back now trailing down near your waist. He continues to hold you there, pressed up against him, his head hovering above your shoulder, dark strands tickling your ear.

“Where have you been.” It sounded more like a statement than a question, an accusation almost.

Hesitating with your response you swallowed a bit nervous. “I was traveling to the other nations- I’ve been to Fontaine and Nat-”.

“You took so long.” He breathed out, almost a whisper.

“You worried me.” He started. “I started thinking you might’ve been stubborn again and refused to call upon me.” His voice turned stern again, despite the softness of his low volume.

“Xiao..”.

“Traveler..May I be selfish?”, He pulls back enough to look at you, his forehead grazing your own.

Nodding slowly at him, your eyes lock onto his, seeing the underlying passion and yearning and admiration that he hid deep within himself.

Before you could say anything else he closed the distance between you.

The kiss was soft at first but as you kissed him back, reciprocating his movements with practiced ease, he started leaning back, shrinking into himself more. This was experience he continued to lack even with the many times you’d shared kisses. Kissing and any physical intimacy was a foreign concept to him, so he couldn’t help the small noises that escape him as you didn’t let up on his lips.

It was almost embarrassing how worked up he started getting, the harsh persona faltering the more you pressed forward and the longer the kiss continued. He felt breathless. For all his training he suddenly couldn’t calm his racing heart and his shortness of air.

You let up for a few seconds, letting him fill his lungs before diving back in immediately after his first gasp.

“Aah-mm” The hum leaves him involuntarily. Xiao had never wanted to be the vocal type, but novelty to these sensations made it hard for him to surprise himself.

Could you just- Archons above. Give him a second- Suddenly, despite his rare initiation, he feels out of his depth.

Adepti are trained to have endless patience and composure. So dear Seven, what the FUCK. He was feeling things he shouldn’t, thoughts crossing his mind he would berate himself later for. But as you kept moving forward, hands mimicking his own, wrapping onto his own waist, all trace of thought was gone from his mind.

You felt yourself turn light as a feather for a moment before realizing you had changed settings. He had teleported you inside. Now in a beautifully decorated chamber, the furniture adorned with untouched, long-settled dust. This must be the room Verr keeps for him.

As your turned your focus back to Xiao the boy looked beyond unrecognizable. The usual scowl on his face replaced with an unreadable expression. His pale skin blushed over with red. The tips of his hair standing up a little wilder than normal. But most of all, his eyes. Oh his eyes.. They held you with their stare, glossed by the warm, dim light of a bedside lantern.

Xiao’s brain seemed to spontaneously re-wire itself as he shifted his footing. Walking over to him, you started kissing him again, firmly and with so much emotion from you missing him, leaving behind the slow gentle pecks from earlier.

He fell into your rhythm, not once fighting to control the kiss. Walking him backwards until the back of his knees hit the mattress, making him fall down with you straddling him. Almost grinning against his lips you opened your eyes to look at him. His unfocused, widened gaze and his half open mouth, lips turned more vibrant with friction.

As you settled above him your hand moving up to his waist before your hand grazes over the front of his pants, a hitch of his breath escaping in response. Surprised at the sound, your eyes trail down to his trousers only to be met with a more prominent bulge.

Oh. Oh.. oh.

He couldn’t meet your gaze, his forearm moving atop his face shielding his eyes.

“You missed me that much?”

“It’s an uncontrollable aspect of the male human body. Something you should well be aware of. Your own kind’s shortcomings.” He replies with a hoarse voice, trying to keep his tone steady and even.

“Oh I wouldn’t say shortcomings..” You reply smugly before shifting your palm down onto him.

“A-ah-” He cuts himself off with a hiss of a breath.

As your hand continues grinding onto him his breaths pick up again, chest stuttering with his small gasps. Brows visibly furrowing, as the arm shielding his face twitches in place with small trembles.

“You- m-mm-” He attempts.

“I what?” You tease back.

And he’s really trying. Rex Lapis knows he’s trying to hold it in. Not seem so..so.. needy. And he doesn’t want to beg. That’s pathetic and unbecoming of an illuminated beast, an immortal, weapon of war..

“You look so pretty Xiao”, You whisper, caressing his soft hair, fingers trailing down his jawline, “I missed you so.”

Curse Celestial-

“Please.”

You don’t even get to respond to his sudden plea before others pour in.

“Please. I-I desire your- hahatouch. Ah. You. Please.” His arm strongly planted over his eyes.

Smiling down at his shaky form, you dip your hands past his waistband and loosen the sash holding his pants. The fabric dips down his slim hips, his usually cold skin, burning to the touch.

Finally wrapping a hand around him he gasps louder, this time a high pitched moan fully tumbling out of his lips.

“Ha- Aa-ah fuck -mmmmh”

You give him a tentative slow stroke up before reaching the tip, thumbing at it while watching his reaction. His first bawling against his own palm, the less human features of his hands peaking out from their usual concealment. Nails sharpening and veins becoming more visible, running down his arm.

“Yes-ah just like that— AAah-” His fingers twitch as you repeat the motion, dragging your thumb slowly against the slit.

As you speed up your motions his back begins arching slightly, lifting off the mattress as his pitch heightens with breathlessness and an almost whiny undertone. Your hand tightening around him and squeezing him just how he needed and god it feels good.

And he’s basically never done this before, and so he’s already getting embarrassingly close. His heart feels like it’s in his throat with the way he feels unable to utter out anything more than pleasurable moans. Your hand picks up the pace, and he bites his lip, sharp canines almost piercing his already kissed raw, red lips. His arm barely staying still from the stimulation, shudders running their course throughout his body. Finally falling to the side, his arm yanks at the bedding, his eyes scrunched up in pleasure as his eyebrows knit together. His entire face is blushed heavily, not to mention the almost visible pants of hot air escaping his mouth with little to no restraint from him.

“I’m- I..”

“Hm? Does it feel nice Xiao?” You boldly inquired boldly.

“Is this what you desired? What you fantasized while waiting for me? Imagining me so desperately?”

He was so sensitive and he has been wanting you all this time- having to wait so long and he was pent up and you knew that- and-

“Fuck- ah-Aa-hah..Please I’m almost.. Ah-” His voice breaks on his last plea, feeling too out of it to care.

Without much else he comes undone into your hand, letting out a small mewl that resembles a whimper.

You move to hover over him closer to his face and he opens his eyes to look up at you dazed but with determination in his eyes.

“Ah-a-Again….” He huffs.

“Hah-h please.”

[megwillart]

Gathering to remember the Pervases🍃🕊️

One of my full artworks done for the @ immortalszine of all the Yakshas and Xiao

[rene-darling]

Listen I saw this fanart and now I had an idea. So like sub!Idol Xiao x dom reader (fem prefered but u can choose) and so basically Xiao's taking some mirror selfies for his social media in this outfit and yk like showing off those lacy panties (like they're pulled up, but he still has his jeans on) and like reader (their partnwrcomes home and sees him doing that. So they like sneak up behind him and hug him from behind. Like he becomes all flustered all of the sudden and readers like:"Oh so you're showing this to millions of people, but get embarassed when I see it?" What happens afterwards is up to u lmao

IDOL!- Xiao x reader

OML THIS IS SO- HOT. I love this concept. I'm drooling.

Possessive reader! A lil toxic I guess, but it's pretty tame.

Also! The readers gender nor pronouns are not mentioned anywhere, so feel free to assume. And if they are please feel free to tell me!

Talk to me on insta [r3xni3]😞🙏

...Xiao...

He's been at it for hours. Different angles, different poses- all to get a good photo of himself flaunting his panties and the tight straps attached to them on his waist,

They hug his body so tightly pushing at his skin, if they move even a little bit you'd definitely see the red marks under them, they push up against his skin, it hurts but, he's doing it cause his agency asked him.

"mhm..." Groans leaving his throat, the photos- they're just not good enough. Scrolling through the endless amounts of them that he took, finally landing on one that pleases him.

He decides to shoot it one more time, same angle and stuff, just better lighting. He wants to show off his toned body as much as possible. And as he does this, it- quite frankly skips his mind that he has a loving partner returning from work soon. And that soon happens to be around- now.

"Ah-!" His body freezes up. Goosebumps trace along his skin- god your hands are cold. His eyes flash down, seeing as your hands slowly trace down the side of his waist, fidgeting with the straps they came across, grabbing one and pulling it away from his body only to watch in amusement as it snaps back in place once you let go,

He reaches out to grab your hand instinctively, mewling- until you finally reach, and play with the hem of his panties.

"y/n- s-...mh, stop." He tries sounding serious, but he curses at how squeaky and pitched his voice came out.

"hm..? What's the problem darl', you can show off your panties to millions of people, but you're getting embarrassed when I see? Hmpf, I'm one of your fans too y'know?."

"i-its not the same-" he's stammering over his words "y/n- hah..-" slipping your hands in between them, but not quite touching him just yet, simply tracing the sides of his hip "and how so..? I'm your biggest fan, shouldn't I get a reward for that. I deserve more than a picture. Don't'cha think?"

Tracing down the side of his hip, he can feel your eyes peering over his shoulder, watching him. His every movement, his every shudder. And the way his panties start bulging in a specific area

"y/n-" his voice is cut off by his own whine. You're so mean, suddenly jerking his cock, tapping its tip just for your own amusement. "Aw- darlin that was too cute!..do that again? Hm? For me?..you take so many photos for those stupid fans of yours, you can make that cute sound for me again can't you..?"

Huffing, he's leaning back into your body. His head falling back with each increase in movement, resting it on your shoulder, whining back into your ear. "Hah- you- you're so mean..!"

It's not your fault he's decided to make you jealous. Seriously, why the hell should he post his body for all his perverted fans to see.

Picking up his phone and pressing record on it, angling it right at his face. "Look here baby, I'm sure your perverted fans would love to see their favorite lil idol losing his head over a few touches." His eyes widen in shock "n-no..!"

He tries grabbing the phone, but to no avail. You pull it further, and jerk his lil dick harder, he stumbles, falling forward before you grab his waist pulling him back into you, he's leaning his whole body weight against you, he just hopes you won't let go.

Snickering to yourself you decide to stop recording, and go into the photos, clicking on the video you just took, you bring it to his ears and make him listen "Aw- darling don't you just sound so cute when you're desperate."

That's when it all spills. A shameful feeling, and an ever more shame worthy whine leave him as he comes all in his lacy little panties, getting them all dirty.

His legs collapse completely as you're forced to pick him up off the floor, not that you mind.

Resting him on the bed, letting him catch his breath, you take a hold of his phone and- delete every photo he took showing off those panties.

Scoffing you throw his phone down next to him and crash onto the bed right near him, wrapping your hands around his pretty waist you hear him huff. "You got them dirty..." He could only mumble under his breath.

"I'll buy you some new ones, on one condition." Turning his head around with a slightly amused expression on his breathless face "and..that is...?"

"you can only take those photos for me. I get to see them. No one else."

[chaendeulleo]

Xiao 🍃

[bwootster]

Painted some color/lighting studies via Pinterest references ft anemo boys :)

[merkiriart]

Lovely Xiaoven

[sapphireicecream]

(04/17)🐣💙

[c1nna1nmyr0ll]

Tie Me Up

Xiao x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: restraints (handcuffs), needy!reader, dom!xiao, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, vaginal sex, and creampie

A/n: another old fic, babes <3

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You hear the clink of the handcuffs as Xiao finishes handcuffing your hands to the bed’s headboard. You have been begging Xiao to do this for some time. Like most things, he initially hesitated, but the look he’s giving you while you’re under tells a different story.

“Xiao, are you gonna fuck me now?” you ask him, your thighs rubbing together desperately.

“Stop being so desperate, Y/N,” Xiao says coldly. “I’m going to do what I want to you.” He trails his fingertips along your bare chest, being gentle. Your skin pebbles under his touch as you anticipate his next move.

Xiao moves himself to be in between your legs and pries them open. Your cunt has already been pretty much dripping with how much you want him. Xiao lowers himself to your pussy and licks your slit. You jerk your hips to meet his face. Xiao glares at you as he pins your thighs down, keeping you in place.

“Stop being desperate,” he repeats. He lowers himself down again, and he dives his tongue into your folds. You hum as his tongue explores you. Your hands clink against the restraints as you focus on how good he’s making you feel. Xiao grips your thighs tightly as he continues to dive deeper, his nose bumping at your clit.

You moan out from the contact, and he raises his fingers to your clit. He rubs at your clit while his tongue still explores within you.

“Ah! Xiao!” you moan. His fingers quicken from hearing your cries. You feel yourself begin to tense up, and Xiao looks up at you. His gold eyes are dark as he watches your reactions. Your walls start to clamp down on Xiao’s tongue, and your legs shake.

“Ah! ‘M cumming!” you shout. Xiao doesn’t take his eyes off you as you cum on his tongue. He laps up everything you give him and continues tongue-fucking you. Your legs still shake under Xiao’s hold. Your clit spasms under Xiao’s fingers, but he doesn’t stop.

His fingers and tongue continue their assault, planning to get another orgasm out of you. Your hands pull at the handcuffs, becoming desperate to touch Xiao or bring him closer to you somehow. Your cunt begins sucking in Xiao’s tongue, and clit still spasms under Xiao’s touch.

“Ah! Fuck! Xiao,” you call. Your brows knit together, and you bite down on your lower lip as you cum on Xiao’s tongue again. When Xiao finishes devouring your orgasm, he raises his head to you.

“You taste so good,” Xiao says. You breathe heavily as you come down from your high. Xiao adjusts his body so he can position his cock at your entrance. He fists his hard cock as he watches you. You try to move your hips towards Xiao’s cock. “Looks like you want to touch me, Y/N.”

“I-I do, Xiao,” you admit.

“You wanted this,” he says, still fisting his cock, teasing you. “Wanted to be used.”

“Please fuck me, Xiao,” you beg.

“As you wish,” he says simply.

Xiao lines himself up and slowly pushes in. When he bottoms out, he groans quietly. Then, he slowly slides his cock out and thrusts it back in. You moan at the feeling of being filled up. He grips your hips as he continues to thrust in and out of your warm cunt. His grunts become light moans as your cunt sucks him in.

“Fuck,” he curses. “You’re sucking me in, Y/N.” He fucks himself into you as you become a moaning mess underneath him. Your thighs shake, and your arms begin to become sore. Xiao’s hair begins to stick to his forehead, and his broad chest puffs out as he uses your pussy.

“Xiao,” your voice shakes. His thrusts are faster and hard, with you trying to match his thrusts with your hips. He hits your spongy spot with his rapid thrusts, and you feel yourself growing tense again. “Keep going!”

“Cum for me, Y/N,” he asks of you. Then, with his words, he hits your spongy spot again, and you cum on his cock.

Xiao doesn’t stop. He keeps thrusting his cock into your exhausted pussy. Your pussy still sucks him in and begins to milk his cock, wanting his cum. Xiao closes his eyes and throws his head back as he cums into your pussy. His thrusts become slow and lazy after he shoots his cum into you until he stops. He looks down at you while still sheathed in your cunt.

“Are you alright?” Xiao asks you. You nod. He undoes the handcuffs around your wrists and lets them fall around your head.

“I loved how in control you were,” you admit. He smiles at you.

“So did I,” Xiao says.

© c1nna1nmyr0ll 2024, all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, use for ai, copy, translate, or repost my content on any platform. comments, reblogs, and likes are loved

[officialabortive]

Thinking about Xiao spending time in his true form.

For several hundred years a certain self inflicted policy remained unchanging. One where he kept a level of mindfulness, maintaining his usual distance even while occasionally assuming his natural features. So even if someone were to spot him, they wouldn't be able to decipher him from an average bird.

Lately, the times in which Xiao's found himself in a particular scenario has become increasingly frequent. One that involved you in his room at wangshu inn. Sitting comfortably at the small table he'd adjusted to be directly against the room's singular window. One where would watch a blue emerald finch bask in the light of open shutters, looking so comfortable curled up on an old scarf. Your head laid cushioned against your arm while making sure not to cast a shadow across him. Xiao truly is a sight to behold. The sun gently highlighted the purple diamond on his head's crest. Chin tucked into his body, causing him to come across as especially spherical, and teal feathers ruffled up just enough to let daytime warmth soak through.

Xiao has never been one to acknowledge his own needs as anything other than meaningless temptation. Too centered on being the vigilante protector of Liue to give himself a second thought. Yet he couldn't bring himself to pull away from this new routine. Such relief is impossible to let go when it's always been otherwise out of reach.

For now, he'll allow himself to be washed away in the moment. And you'll sit with him, watching the light motion in his chest as he finally takes long breath

masterlist

[miffysrkv]

“Fleeting Light”

Xiao x Outlander! Reader Genre: Angst, severe longing on both ends, Fluff and a happy ending

A/N: XIAO MY BELOVED, please enjoy ya’ll— had to take breaks with this one ;_;

You always found your way back to Xiao. No matter how far you chased your younger siblings across Teyvat — whether tracing faint footsteps in Mondstadt’s gusting winds or the whispered trails hidden beneath Inazuma’s storms — he remained your constant. A lone figure perched atop the tallest cliffs of Liyue, where the world seemed quieter, the stars close enough to touch, and the burdens that weighed him down barely disturbed the chilled air. He never turned to greet you, never gave you the easy warmth of a smile. Yet, you felt seen. In your own complicated, desperate way, you belonged to this stoic Yaksha.

Your relationship was a delicate and painful thing, defined by absence and fleeting touches, a fragile truce between your two worlds. Friends with benefits, some might say. But it never fit neatly into any box. Xiao was the vigilant guardian, his very being tethered to duty and endless penance. You, restless and driven by family and fate, carried your own chains — chasing Aether and Lumine through the fractured lands, hoping to find them before the world swallowed them whole.

Every time you visited, there was an unspoken tension between you, the kind that crackled beneath the surface like static before a storm. When your hands brushed, it was electric and trembling; when your eyes met — if only for a breath — it was laden with a thousand words left unsaid. Yet, you came back. And he let you come.

Tonight was different. The winds that swept over Liyue’s cliffs were gentler, and the silver moon bathed the world in a soft glow, as if the heavens themselves conspired to soften the weight you both carried. You sat beside Xiao on the rough-hewn floor of his quarters, where the faint scent of incense mingled with the cool stone and wood. Lanterns flickered shadows across the walls, painting the room with flickers of light and darkness.

His arm brushed yours, hesitant but deliberate. Your heart thundered — a drumbeat you hadn’t realized you still carried. Xiao’s voice was low, rough like gravel tumbling over worn stone, “You shouldn’t stay.”

You met his gaze — dark, guarded, but beneath it all something fragile and raw. “Neither should you,” you whispered back.

Silence stretched like a fragile thread between you. Then your fingers found his, tentative at first, then steady as if they belonged there all along. The years of loneliness, the endless vigilance, the torment that shadowed every breath he took — all of it seemed to fall away in that small, stolen moment.

Lying tangled beneath the worn linens of his modest bed, with the world beyond your window muted and distant, you felt the mask he always wore slip. Xiao’s breath hitched. His emerald eyes flickered with a vulnerability you rarely saw, the usual stoicism cracked open. “I love you,” he breathed, almost afraid his own voice might shatter the fragile peace.

The words caught fire in your chest. For a moment, you were silent — the mission, the endless search for your siblings, the crushing weight of your purpose pressing against your mind. But none of it mattered here, not now. You reached up, fingertips trailing along the sharp line of his jaw, feeling the pulse beneath his skin. “I love you too,” you whispered, letting the truth fall between you like fragile glass.

His eyes closed slowly, a softness blooming where there had only been pain and isolation for so long. You stayed there in the quiet dark, wrapped in the warmth of something real and unspoken until the dawn crept in with pale fingers, softening the edges of night and hope.

Morning light was merciless. The fragile sanctuary of your shared night shattered with the first rays, reminding you of everything you had to leave behind. Your mission called — the endless road that would take you far from here, chasing shadows of your siblings, chasing a hope that always felt just out of reach.

Xiao’s grip on your hand tightened for a heartbeat, then released, a quiet understanding passing between you. “I understand,” he said, his voice low, heavy with everything he couldn’t say.

You leaned in and kissed the pale skin of his forehead — a touch both tender and aching. “Until next time,” you murmured, though you didn’t know when that time would come.

Stepping into the cool morning haze, your heart felt torn apart and held together all at once. The memory of his whispered love burned bright inside you, a fragile flame to carry through the long nights and endless miles. Because even when your paths seemed destined to pull you apart, even when loneliness clawed at your soul, you had found something real — a fleeting light to guide you.

And sometimes, that was enough to keep going.

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The world was burning around you. Flames licked the edges of a battlefield that stretched on endlessly, chaos and destruction weaving into a tapestry of fear and loss. Your heart, normally encased in layers of steel and silence, felt as if it might shatter beneath the weight of what you were fighting for—and what you were losing.

In the midst of it all, your thoughts broke through the noise like a quiet breath, unbidden yet fierce: Xiao.

His face came to you unbidden, the sharp lines softened by the moonlight, the loneliness behind his eyes that mirrored your own. You remembered the nights spent in his quiet chamber, the fragile warmth of his hand in yours, the whispered confession that shattered the walls you’d built around your heart. You, the Outlander forever chasing your siblings, forever running from the ghosts of your past—and he, the Yaksha, burdened by millennia of penance and solitude.

You thought of him as you fought. As the clash of swords and the roar of magic tore through the air. In those moments when the world narrowed down to life and death, you allowed yourself the forbidden hope—that maybe, when this endless storm finally passed, you could lay down your burdens and live a life beside him. A life quiet and simple, away from the endless chase. Maybe you could be like your siblings, who had gained new strength, new light—each marked by their own glowing sign: Aether’s earring shimmering with wind, Lumine’s flower pulsing with light. A mark of change, of hope, of belonging.

You pressed a hand to your neck beneath your collar, feeling the smooth curve of a single earring tucked beneath your hair—a small token you had left with Xiao long ago. You remembered the moment you handed it to him, voice steady but heart pounding beneath the surface.

“Keep this,” you had said softly. “So when the night gets too dark, you can remember me. No matter where I am.”

Xiao had taken it without a word, his usual guarded expression faltering for a moment as he slid the earring onto his ear. It was the only piece of you he carried—a silent tether between your worlds.

Now, as you fought with all you had, that earring felt heavier than ever. It was more than a trinket. It was a promise. A fragile ember glowing against the cold dark.

But you were broken. You were afraid. The mission that drove you was merciless, demanding sacrifices you weren’t sure you could bear. Every step forward was a step further away from the life you wanted—away from him.

In the chaos of battle, your defenses cracked. You let yourself imagine a future where you didn’t have to run. Where you could lay your weapons down, rest your weary soul, and simply be.

The thought was both a balm and a curse.

Because hope was dangerous.

And love—even more so.

When the dust settled, when the smoke cleared and the battlefield lay silent but scarred, you found yourself alone once more, the weight of your choices pressing on your chest like a storm.

You clenched your fists, fingertips grazing the place where the earring once rested against your skin, aching with the knowledge of what you’d left behind—and what you might never have.

Yet still, somewhere deep inside, the ember flickered.

A light you refused to extinguish.

For Xiao. For the promise you made. For the life that might still be waiting beyond the war.

And in that quiet, burning hope, you found the strength to keep going—even when it hurt so badly you thought you might break.

-

The world felt colder without her.

Each breath Xiao drew was a reminder of the emptiness that stretched between them—an expanse vast as the mountains he guarded, as desolate as the night sky that had once cradled their whispered confessions. The earring hung from his ear, glinting faintly in the pale moonlight, a shard of her tethered to him across the distance.

He didn’t speak of her.

He never would.

Words were fleeting, too fragile for the weight he carried. But in the quiet moments, when the wind was still and the world ceased its endless turmoil, Xiao felt the ghost of her touch linger—soft, warm, aching.

The mission that kept her away was relentless, pulling her farther into shadows he could not follow. And though his heart, centuries old and hardened by regret, throbbed with a longing that defied his very nature, he accepted the cruel truth: their worlds might never align again.

Yet every night, he reached for the earring—a silent prayer, a vow whispered into the darkness.

Come back to me.

In battle, his fury burned brighter, fueled by memories of her—her fierce spirit, her quiet strength, the rare softness she allowed him. But once the fight was over, the loneliness returned like a tide, crashing relentlessly against the shores of his soul.

He dreamed of her sometimes—her platinum hair like a halo beneath the stars, her voice a fragile melody cutting through the noise. And in those dreams, he dared to hope for a life beyond pain, beyond duty, beyond the endless war.

But waking was a cruel reminder.

She was gone.

And all he had left was the faint glow of the earring against his skin—and the unbearable ache of loving someone who might never stay.

Xiao’s vigil was silent, unyielding, and drenched in sorrow.

Because love, for him, was a wound that never healed.

-

The world had finally settled.

Years had passed since the endless storms and battles that tore through Teyvat had finally come to a close. The land slowly healed, and with it, so did you—or at least, you had been given the chance. The chains that once bound your mission, your relentless pursuit of your siblings through shattered realms and shifting fate, were broken. The heavy burden that had shaped every breath of your existence now lay at your feet, silent and still.

You were free.

And for the first time in what felt like an eternity, you chose your own path.

That path led you back to Xiao.

You had not seen him in years. Not since the war ended, since you last held him close beneath the cold moonlight, and the world demanded more from you than you could give. You hadn’t called out his name during all those dark days, all those desperate nights filled with loss and quiet longing. You hadn’t allowed yourself to reach out, even when every fiber of your being ached with the need to hear his voice again.

Because there was something you carried inside—a secret too heavy, too sorrowful to share until now.

The wind was sharp as you approached the cliffs where he waited, the place where you had first laid down the fragile promise between you. The years had not softened the sharp lines of his face or the guarded shadow in his amber eyes. But as he turned and saw you, something unspoken shifted in his gaze. Recognition, pain, hope — a storm of emotions held beneath the surface, held with the careful restraint of a man who had known only solitude for lifetimes.

He did not speak at first. His silence was not coldness, but the weight of all he held inside—the vigilance, the regret, the love never fully voiced.

You stood before him, heart pounding with the ghosts of what you’d lost and what you dared still hope for.

“I never called your name,” you began, voice quiet, trembling like a fragile leaf caught in the wind. “Not once.”

His eyes searched yours, unblinking, waiting.

“Because... I thought if I did, if I called out for you, I would lose you all the same,” you confessed, the words heavy with the sorrow you had carried in silence. “There was a moment… a moment when I almost died. When everything I hoped for seemed to slip away. And I was afraid that if I called to you then, it would only make the pain worse—that you would see me fall and there would be nothing you could do.”

Xiao’s breath hitched, the usual stoicism breaking just enough to reveal the fierce ache beneath. “You carried that alone,” he said, voice low, raw with all the unshed grief he bore.

“I thought... if I stayed silent, if I didn’t reach out, maybe I could spare you the pain. But the truth is, every day I was gone, every moment I didn’t call your name, I was still reaching for you—just in my own way.”

His fingers brushed your cheek, rough but gentle, grounding you in the fragile now. “You should never have carried that burden alone.”

The years apart weighed on you both, the silent walls of regret and love pressing heavy between you. But beneath it all, something stubborn and fierce burned—a bond forged in pain, in absence, in whispered promises beneath starless skies.

“You’re here now,” Xiao said, voice steadier but no less full of longing. “And that is enough.”

You let yourself lean into him, the weight of years falling away, the ache in your chest softening with every breath.

The world beyond might still be uncertain, but here—in the quiet between heartbeats—there was something worth holding on to.

And for the first time in years, you allowed yourself to believe that maybe, just maybe, love could be enough.

-

The first days of reunion were wrapped in a quiet hesitance, like the fragile unfolding of dawn after a long, cold night. Years of distance and silence had woven layers of caution around your hearts, but beneath the guarded gazes and careful words, a soft warmth flickered—waiting patiently to grow.

Xiao was still the vigilant Yaksha, his presence steady and reserved, but the way his eyes lingered on you now held a gentleness you hadn’t seen before. It was in the smallest things: the brush of his fingers against your hand when he guided you along the cliff’s edge, the rare, almost shy smile that touched his lips when you laughed softly at some quiet joke, the way he allowed himself to lean just a little closer in the evenings, as if afraid you might disappear again.

You, too, found your walls slowly melting, brick by brick. The solitude that had been your armor softened in the warmth of his quiet devotion. You let yourself rest in the safety of his presence, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his breath, the soft weight of his hand cradling yours as the sun dipped low behind the mountains.

One evening, as twilight bathed the world in hues of gold and lavender, you sat side by side on a rocky ledge overlooking the sea. Xiao’s gaze was distant, but when he spoke, his voice was low and sure.

“You have changed,” he said softly. “The weight you carried... it is lighter now.”

You smiled, a genuine, tender curve of lips that reached your eyes. “Because I’m not carrying it alone anymore.”

He turned to you then, those jade eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart skip. Without hesitation, he reached out, tucking a stray strand of your hair behind your ear—a simple touch, but charged with a thousand unspoken feelings.

“I have waited for this,” he murmured. “To walk beside you, not as a shadow, but as a companion.”

You leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder. “And I will walk with you,” you promised. “No more running, no more hiding.”

The world around you faded—the crashing waves, the whispering wind, the fading light—all replaced by the quiet harmony of two souls finding their way back to one another.

In the days that followed, you shared stolen moments: quiet conversations under star-studded skies, gentle laughter echoing through the quiet forest, and the slow, delicate dance of rediscovery. Xiao’s guarded heart opened just enough to share fragments of his pain, and you offered your own scars as bridges, not barriers.

With every touch, every glance, the distance of years unraveled, replaced by a love both fragile and fierce—a love built not on promises of forever, but on the simple, profound choice to stay.

And as the seasons turned, you knew that no matter what the future held, here and now was enough.

Because you were together.

[noellefan101]

Too Scared to Let Go(To Lose You)

Characters; Lynette, Navia, Xiao, Scaramouche, Lyney, Kaeya, La Signora x gn Reader

Summary; they wont let go of you, no matter what. They can't protect you from harm when they aren't there, so they hold you close to ensure you're there. they've already lost so much.

Warnings; angst, maybe a little bit yandere,

Notes; i did the obvious like xiao, scara, signora and stuff but if i make a part two ill maybe put someone like barbara or nilou in, but that would just be them having intrusive thoughts... probably. will add diluc and venti there as well dont worry, love you

Lynette

She always thinks that you're going to die at some point, get kidnapped or just straight up leave, these thoughts come up once every week or so. But when your out and about or just working late, her thoughts run faster than ever. Of course she has lyney and the rest of the house, but she's just gotten so used to being with both lyney and you now that it doesnt quite feel the same. So her solution is often to hug you as tight as she can when sleeping, hoping you wont disappear in the morning.

And of course you try and help her as much as you possibly can, reassuring her that you wont leave and that youll find a way to get back to her no matter what happens when out and about, but that sometimes just doesnt cut it.

She doesnt cry often, but when she does its a lot, tears streaming down her face for an hour or two, and even longer if you, Lyney and Freminet aren't there with her.

Navia

She cant let go of you in the morning, it was always like that, but it had gotten so much worse after the loss of her two beloved bodyguards. She often mumbles in her sleep about you and how she wants you to stay. Something along the lines of:

“no… no, don’t go, stay… please!! Just stay with me!”

“please stay… stay with me… where did you go… no, come back, please…”’

“[name]… please stay with me… please… just stay…”

You have to wake her up when it seems like she’s panicking and try your best to comfort her, but sometimes she just doesn’t get any sleep because she wants to make sure you don’t disappear while she is asleep. She is of course the same shining Navia when around other people like the Traveler and Paimon, but everyone can see that she doesn’t want to let go of you at all, fearing you’ll vanish if you leave her line of sight for even just a second, its like you’re glued to her.

If people ever see you, they know for a fact that Navia is also there, no matter what. Oh, you want to go over and wish your friend a happy birthday, well she can carry a gift for them with her so you don’t have to. You wanted to cook something but is missing one singular ingredient, you can you go get it together, don’t worry she isn’t putting back anything for it (she totally is, and has multiple offers and such she should be taking a look at rn).

Xiao

He says he shouldn’t be near you all the time, but doesn’t let go when you make him give in to his desires. He’ll hurt you, and you know that, so why are you still here with him. Wait, no, he isn’t trying to make you go away, please don’t, ever. He just cares about you enough to not want you getting hurt because of his karmic debt, he loves you too much to let that happen. But the thought of you leaving him fills his mind more than the karmic debt at times, he dreads it, the fact that you’ll leave eventually, he doesn’t care if its by choice or fate, just don’t. please, please, please don’t leave, just stay with him, please.

He doesn’t want to let go, but feels he needs to, you tell him its fine yet he feels like it isn’t. it feels like he’s hurting you every second of being with you, yet he doesn’t try to let go, he doesn’t even give the thought a chance. you say you’re fine, yet he feels like you’re not. He

feels like hes hurting you, he’s hurting more because of it. But then why does it hurt more without you, why, oh why. What have you done to him, just what did you do that made him so addicted to you. Swear you’ll never leave him ever, and he will do the same, as long as you’re here with him he swears he wont hurt you, he’ll break the karma in half for you, he’ll do anything. Just don’t leave him, please don’t.

Scaramouche

Everyone would say he’s too cocky, confident, and mean. But that’s all because he doesn’t let them see the vulnerable side of him, the leftovers of Kunikusuhi, the side he only shows to you. He shows you they way he cries at the mere thought you could leave him one day, he sobs in your chest as you comfort him and let him focus and anything but the nightmares haunting his being. He wont ever be like that with anyone that isn’t you, he doesn’t give a shit about them they can do whatever, but you have to stay.

He doesn’t care about all the others as long as you don’t leave him too, he doesn’t care about anything other than you. So please, please don’t leave him, ever, he would watch the world burn over and over again as long as he has you.

If you ever told anyone that the 6th harbinger, scaramouche, cries at night just because you left to go get a glass of water, they would call you crazy, say he’s never cried in his life that you must have seen things. But you know its true, and he does too, even if he doesn’t like to admit it. He knows you wont go, you always say you wont, but he just cant let himself to believe you, not when he’s been lied to so many times. He worries too much about you and he knows that, but how could he not, he loves you, and will never let you leave him because you love him too, right?

Lyney

Although he may be the confident, charming and romantic magician Lyney everyday in public, when he finally lets go of the role at home he’s nowhere near that. He cries just because he wanted to see you and he finally did, he worries about not being able to save you someday. He’s a worrywart to say the least

If you were gone for too long, whether on a mission from father or anything else really, he would not be calm at all until you come back. he would only be rather calm after he got a letter from you or in one of his shows where he put too many layers of masks on to hide it. he wants to think that your ok, just as Lynette say you are, you're strong. but he still cant help but worry,and he ends up panicked and stressed, without sleep, too tired to think sbout anything else other than you. dont leave him, he wouldnt survive without you.

That's why you cant leave him. hell lose his mind, and destroy everything around him in the process. he cant let you leave, so please, please don't. his heart is already fragile, it beats only for you now, so don't leave. don't leave. don't... please... please don't, he cant handle that. so, please, don't leave him, ever. stay right here with him, forever.

Kaeya

He doesnt remember his birth parents, he hates them but a little bit, but mostly because they left him, he cant handle thinking about them. and it only made his pain worse when he lost the people he called his family once again, so he cant afford to lose anything else, not when he feels completely at home once again. you are his home now, his family, and his joy. so don't leave or he might lose his mind and start ruining himself from the inside and out.

He loves you, a lot, you're his reason to continue in life. so if he ever sees you leave he would cry, even if all you are doing is leaving his office after giving him his lunch, he would shed a tear at the sight. his heart is fragile ok? He can't bear to lose his life once again, not after his parents left, not after his adoptive family left too.

Don't go, stay, stay right here with him and everything will be fine. i will all be fine, you trust him after all, and he won't let anyone touch you, let alone hurt you. you're safe here with him, don't worry about them, worry about him. you've got him wrapped around your finger without even knowing, you could want a certain sweet from Inazuma and he'll get it as fast as possible. you can get anything you want, ok? The only condition is that you stay right here with him, and only him.

La Signora

She swore she wasn’t going to fall for anyone after her first lover died, so why did she fall for you, how did she fall for you. Honestly you don’t know and she doesn’t either, she doesn’t know how you were able to melt her ice cold heart back to normal, even if only around you and you only, if anyone else is around it freezes back quicker than lightning can strike. She thought she wasn’t able to love again after he died, but you proved her wrong, so you can’t leave too. She cant deal with the death of her lover once again, so don’t leave her, ever.

You hug her in the night as she cries a little, mad at you for leaving her in her dream, but still not mad at you, as her anger is mostly to the world for doing this to her. But don’t worry, she’ll fall asleep eventually as she always does, she does need her beauty sleep after all. But that doesn’t mean she’ll wake up and easily let go again or just get out of bed, she’s stubborn and want you all for herself a little longer. She makes you talk a little as you carefully brush her hair like she taught you to do, and she relaxes a bit when you tell her you love her while kissing her head.

As long as you promise you wont leave her, and keep that promise, she’ll love you forever, she cant bare to see you go out the door even if its just for groceries, someone else can do that don’t worry. Just come and relax with her in a bath, she can wash your hair and you can wash hers. She’ll take care of you like you take care of her, just don’t leave, please. If you ever left her alone for too long she would freak out, she does everything with you, baths, shopping, paperwork even, so she cant bear to be left alone for longer than 30 minutes or she’ll panic. So don’t leave her please, please, please don’t, she’ll even beg for you to not leave her, just stay here with her.

Thank u for reading this, i know this took a long time and I havent posted things these few like weeks I think but I may have writers block(idk why I say it like that) and this was made over like a few months actually heh, luv ya

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

[mattsundaes]

troublesome emotions

— xiao x reader

c: jealousy, xiao is bad at feelings, first kiss

It’s strange—this foreign feeling of jealousy curling uncomfortably in his chest, still festering now long hours after you skipped off into the city with the Wushou dancer hot on your heels. It leaves a foul, acrid taste in his mouth, the frayed edges of his nerves humming with restless energy. 

He almost wishes he ventured into the city for the festival, just this once.

Almost.

If only to see the curve of your smile illuminated by the glow of the lanterns.

To hear the bright sound of your laughter over the din of the crowd. 

To feel the excited beating of your heart—

“Stop sulking, I told you to come.”

The sound of your voice interrupts Xiao from his thoughts, followed by the feeling of your shoulder jostling him as you come to stand beside him, both of you gazing off into the distance to watch the wind carry several stray lanterns up into the endless night sky. 

“You had more than enough company,” he replies evenly, not allowing himself the opportunity to glance over at you, though he feels the warmth of your body pressed against his bare shoulder. “Someone who enjoys crowds far more than I do.”

He has no right to you, after all. 

You’re quiet for a moment before a small laugh escapes your lips.

He finally turns to look at you, furrowing his brow at the amused grin on your lips. “What?”

You casually lean your body back against the cliffside, fingers curling around Xiao’s soft belt to firmly tug him forward. He stumbles, nose nearly brushing your own as he catches himself, both hands planted against the rocky surface on either side of your face.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Gaming,” you tease, eyes glinting as you tilt your head.

Xiao sighs, glancing sideways to avoid your gaze. “He’s far more…sociable than I am.”

A small huff of air escapes your lips. “And?”

“...and perhaps you would prefer to spend your time with him, rather than wasting it with me,” he finishes, one hand curling into a fist, gloved fingers scraping against the stone. 

All the time you’ve wasted dancing around this something with him—something that he’s not sure he even knows how to give you.

“Or perhaps I prefer stubborn, reclusive yakshas who don’t understand the concept of kissing someone when you like them.”

Xiao inhales sharply, amber eyes meeting your own. “I’m not stubborn.”

You laugh again, and he revels in rich sound, regardless of if it's at his own expense, drawn to it like a lazy feline to the afternoon sunlight. “Then what would you call it?”

His thumb brushes against your hair, eyes trailing over the planes of your face—soft, gentle shapes that he’s long-since memorized as he mutters, “You humans and your troublesome emotions.”

Emotions that have come alive inside of him in spades since you came stumbling into his life, yawning awake from an endless dormancy to bask in the warmth of your perpetual glow. 

Emotions that leave him restless and wanting in your absence.

Emotions that draw his gaze to the delicate curve of your lips, something that may very well be desire flaring red-hot in his gut.

“Xiao—”

It will always be his undoing—the way you say his name. Whisper-soft and reverent, like nobody ever has before.

But in this moment, it’s far more than that. 

It’s the sound of the last of his restraint crumbling, yielding to an unrelenting pull he can no longer deny, not when every part of him is crying out to touch you. 

To hold you.

To ki—

“Xiao, please.”

He kisses you.

Xiao cups your face in both of his hands and kisses you hard, claiming your mouth with his own like he’s wanted to for far longer than he'll admit.

And as a tiny, pleased sound escapes you when his tongue slides across the seam of your lips, a nearly imperceptible shudder runs through the adeptus as he realizes the full weight of the power you hold over him—the way you could bring him to his knees.

The way he’d let you, without a second thought.

[rene-darling]

EXPLORING- him

In which you find yourself being able to closely touch and see your boyfriend's body..aka body hcs, and you examine their scars...im not sure if this is the original artist but I found the pic on scara.meowing insta

...Wanderer...xiao...kazuha...

Wanderer

The wanderer isn't one to let just anyone see his body,

Even thinking about being so vulnerable in front of someone leaves his head aching and sends a weird feeling up his spine

Letting someone see the scars he has obtained from throughout his life is something he won't ever agree to doing,

So if you wish to be able to see him, you'll have to find a roundabout way to do so,

Luckily for you, for the past few days, he's been complaining about back aches from being hunched over all day trying to complete his assignments from being a vahumana student

You offered a massage which after much pain and annoyance he agreed to.

After he agreed he turned around from you and took off his kimono, slipping it off with ease as he moved to remove the top half of his black body suit as well, cheeks slightly flushed as he was basically stripping in front of you.

He laid on his stomach starting forward, his usual snappy self is a bit quiet, it isn't every day he's laid bare in front of you for you to touch without engaging in promiscuous activities.

"hurry up what are you starin-" Suddenly the boy goes quiet as you run your hand down his spine, chuckling to yourself at his immediate quietness

Imprints of big circles are left on his back, most likely from the tubes that once connected him to his shouki no kami, large red indents are all that's left on his puppet body, and his back tenses once your fingers trace the circle following it's track.

Your fingers trace his skin where forgotten scars lay healed, scars mostly gained by cruel experiments at the hands of the doctor, his face sours when you touch them, constricting in...annoyance? Sadness? Or perhaps at the reminder of bad memories.

And when your hand traces up his spine to a strange purple symbol on the back of his neck, one that represents the electro symbol but not quite.

And as your hand touches it, it's as if a bolt of lightning is sent through his body, his hand immediately reacting to slap away your hand from it, quickly getting up and backing away from your touch his panicked eyes look into yours his breathing ragged for a moment before calming down

"I'm...im sorry" his voice comes out in a whisper, as if that's all he could manage..

Xiao

If you thought getting the wanderer to show himself to you was hard think again.

In no circumstance will he ever allow you to massage him just because his muscles feel sore

He's too proud as an Adeptus and as a Yaksha to allow that.

No matter how many long nights he's fought allowing himself relief in this form is out of the question.

It's not just his pride speaking though, he's far too selfless to allow himself rest.

Only when his karmic dept clings to him and dark miasma swirls in the air that surrounds him does he agree to allow you to touch him, albeit very reluctantly.

Only after being pushed to his physical limit does he allow you to touch his bare body, his bare body that he despises so much.

Your hands, which remain untainted by the dark miasma that surrounds him, untainted by the blood of thousands of innocents, he isn't deserving of your touch.

But he holds his tongue, letting your hands roam over his toned back without arguing, not so much as a pip is heard from the man,

He has a small frame, and an even smaller waist but the muscles he's trained from over a millennia are quite clear and pronounced

Your hands ghost over healed scars that he's long forgotten the stories too, claw marks which indicated a time his very flesh was punctured and bleeding.

Those scars he had gained admits battle, those roughly edged scars that you touched oh so very sweetly. He doesn't deserve this. In his mind he doesn't even deserve you but this especially.

He breathes deeply, it's okay, it's fine, he doesn't mind as you touch the scars he obtained during wartime, a time when he used to fight with his brothers and sisters

But his breath does hitch when you touch a scar that...even after thousands of years is stuck deep into his skin, a scar he received long before being rescued by Rex lapis.

His fists clenched as the memories flashed before his eyes,, the memories of him..his breathing increased almost to the point of him having a mini panic attack..

He only calmed himself once your hand moved away from there and to his arm as you traced the tattoo on it, gently tracing its edges as you reassured him that it would be alright.

Kazuha

Kazuha does not mind one bit if you want to see his body

He'll make a sly remark about your request of course

But he'll never deny nor say no to you

He doesn't have any insecurities regarding his body

He's confident in them and the scars he has obtained over the years of being a samurai

He'll raise an eyebrow at your request and give you a sly smile, yet when you explain your reasoning he'll smile gently and he chuckles nodding to your request set

Taking off his shirt for you and laying on his stomach, you can see his arms wrapped in bandages and some freshly obtained scars on his back are too.

Most though, are healed each one having a story behind it,

Whatever scar you trace he'll have the story behind it, from the smallest of cuts to the deepest of gashes he'll tell you, in depth how, where, and when he got it

Scars trace throughout his body down his arms that are wrapped in bandages, perhaps this day, he'll let you redo them for him,

Other than his scars his skin is soft and smooth, it's quite fair and he definitely has a tan line, his face is a bit darker than the rest of his body due to him always being out in the sun

He sometimes likes going into gruesome details about how he got a specific scar, but when you asked him about one he got on the day tomo was killed, he hesitates.

Going quiet for a moment, thinking deeply about what to say or tell, but unlike the other boys, he's more open with you and he'll tilt his head back as he recounts the story of that scar.

He won't tell you the whole story but...little by little he'll start mentioning little details here and there, leaving you some empty spots for you to figure out.

[yandereunsolved]

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