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[heartofdepth]

Hey!

Could u maybe write about how u think xiao and reader met? Or what made them stand out to him??

there's countless possible ways they could meet so instead I wrote what traits stand out to him most / ideal type, I hope that’s okay!

tags: lapslock

definitely an empath. while xiao is blunt to a fault and will always word his sentences with no other way to take it, he wants to be able to feel he’s being heard. sometimes, with topics he doesn’t want to divulge on, he’ll say it’s something else completely with a straight face and you could be none the wiser, but if possible, he doesn’t want to lie to you like that. he wants to be upfront and be able to be at ease to know you’re adept at picking up nonverbal cues and know when not to pry

xiao’s not well-versed relationship-wise. it helps a lot if you’re not dependent on receiving or prone to giving either physical or emotional comfort, but simply mix in both during moments you can pick up where he needs it; a brush on the shoulder when you cross paths to leave, a pinky promise to meet again, bringing your hands up to touch the pads of your fingers together in greeting; little passing gestures that will leave xiao pondering why you do it, why it awakens a pleasantly strange buzz in him, wondering why he’d like something more, but how?

the road to being viewed in a romantic light to him is a long, tiring trek if you aim for it consciously; i feel someone who manages to wriggle their way into his heart without even thinking about it will win his affection best

being emotionally intellectual helps him realize things about himself that he never would have thought into on his own. his inhuman nature and past trauma leaves him out of touch with emotions and can’t process things the way others do, which is largely part of the reason he stays outside the border of human life

not easily shy. no need to be brazen and upfront person like beidou, but he can’t have you tittering and bumbling about or he’ll view you as simply another faceless someone to protect rather than catching his eye. it doesn’t help that he states his existence has become so swamped in karmic debt that it affects those around it; he’ll much rather avoid you if he finds you can’t stand your own

creatively inclined, be it musically or artistically with leaning favor towards musically. it’s something nary a person but his archon and a faraway bard knows of, but he can play a flute. he already finds relief in music so it would pique his interest if you shared the same sentiment

holy chants and food offerings have been stated to be lost old tradition in appeasing the yaksha to continue their endless fight, so if you are someone who can convey gratitude or appreciation into something tangible or even musically for him, xiao would find himself always stopping to be around you for that sense of comfort he seldom finds anywhere else. he’s been neglected so much it's a trial to get him to accept your efforts at first however

you don’t necessarily need to be a warm, bright soul or everybody's therapist but you do need to be a good person at the end of the day. simply existing with the traits you harbor and showing desire to spend time with together would be enough to interest him

xiao achieves his good deeds through the slaughter of countless, so he won’t care too much how exactly you go about being a good person, but it needs to be there in you to help others in goodwill. a sense of justice that hasn’t yet become as rusted and monochrome as his would be a breath of fresh, nostalgic air to him

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Hello! Can I maybe get a platonic x reader?

For Lisa where she has a young non-binary teen (reader)and is helping her master her cryo element?

There a catalyst like her to please! And thank you!

tags: lapslock

given lisa’s nature, you’d have to be awfully important to her or of significant interest for her to take you under her wing; she shirks off anything she doesn’t want to do or feels isn’t personally a fit for her to others and would’ve likely tried to hand you off to kaeya

she’s well known to have immense knowledge concerning just about anything magic related but lisa will never take anything seriously unless it’s dire. it needs to be something you need to have the strength to solve on by your lonesome or she’ll make up any number of alternative solutions that preferably, involve anyone but her; hell she’ll even invent something completely new to solve your problem before she’s likely to teach you

with her reputation, it’s not a surprise for people travelling to seek her out, be it for her opinion, advice, or also for guidance. she’ll use you as an excuse- “oh, i see you’ve met my cute, new library assistant. as you can see i’m quite busy teaching them the ropes so if you’ll excuse us-” she calls you her assistant to get heat off her back in case anyone tries to be pushy in getting her to mentor them too

her own troubles with how single-mindedly driven the scholars at sumeru makes her question her capability to direct someone personally but if you’ve passed the stage of getting her to agree to mentor you in the first place, she’ll definitely step up to the task and see it through as far as she can

you’re her first disciple. she’ll strive to do you right with patience and (modest) diligence. the differing visions between you two fail to deter her in any way; expect the knights of favonius to be co-teaching though, lisa won’t say no to sharing a workload and a diverse teaching makes for a better learning, not to mention the knights are already very interested in who managed to make lisa settle on doing something out of her way

most lessons will be done within mondstadt grounds since it’s much too troublesome to trek all the way out into open fields and domains. once in a while, you do get “tests” in the form of simple monster extermination commissions to keep a balance of hands on experience

her standards may be somewhat rigorous and she’ll give you puzzles you need to solve with your cryo vision that are so convoluted you’d feel like crying but there’s no helping it as this is what comes with having lisa as your mentor; a genius’ standards are higher than normal people’s so while she aims to challenge you, it can be a bit much sometimes, but she has faith in you and is not unwilling to sneakily prod others into helping you behind the scenes if you’re really struggling.

treats you on a job well done with tea and a day off’s outing! it’s such a refreshing time with her going around mondstadt on a shopping spree that it’s worth the trials and tribulations to earn one

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hi, how about Xiao (and Albedo if you feel up to it) with a gn s/o carrying them bridal style ? I just think it'd be cute. feel fre to ignore if you're not interested! have a nice day/night!

genre: fluff

tags: lapslock

under the cut because I wrote hcs for both !

xiao

you’re under the scrutiny of a handful of burning gazes of passerby. not many know of the adeptus, but those who do know of the brooding, serious young man at the top floor of wangshu inn that they’re advised to stay away from, will definitely be poking their noses as far into your business as they can manage

due to xiao’s nature, he won’t physically pick you up unless you’re in danger, hurt, or incapacitated in any way. being exhausted likely won’t even work as he’ll opt to piggyback instead, something he views as more efficient.

given this, he’s adamant not to set you down anytime soon until he sees to it that the problem is tended to

you could only ever dream of this happening, but now that it’s come to fruition, you realize xiao has no idea about the connotations behind his actions. if you try to enlighten him on why everyone’s staring, he’ll only get the slightest bit embarrassed due to being cast in a softer light that he’s not accustomed to- the illuminated guardian yaksha in broad daylight carrying his beloved around and now everyone’s bearing witness to it. he’ll sober right back up however, and ask straightfaced, “we are lovers, so is there really an issue?” there’s nothing the passerby are misunderstanding, isn’t there? is his logic

verr goldet will be saying both completely nothing and absolutely everything about what’s happening. she’ll grin smugly, raise an eyebrow and make conversation on anything that isn’t what’s right in front of her but it’ll seem like that’s all she’s referring to

please do trace xiao’s shoulder tattoos, it’s one of the few things that’ll get him to feel flustered about the situation; he doesn’t want everyone to see how soft he becomes by your side, something he’s still trying to adjust to from his sharp edged way of life

albedo

albedo is someone you could honestly just ask to his face if he could princess carry you and he’d oblige. he sees nothing wrong with it; he babysits klee, puts up with her whims, you’re his lover, so what other demands do you have for him? he’ll do his best to see it through

the real issue is getting him away from his research long enough to answer your request; he probably wouldn’t do it on the spot, but will try to schedule it like an arranged to-do list. “can this wait until after brunch? there’s been some adjustments i’d like to apply to this experiment that i would like to execute as soon as possible.”

once you’re in his arms, you’re set. he won’t try to say he has to get back to work or anything because once he sets time aside for you, he’ll stick with you to the end.

as per classic albedo, he’s effortlessly romantic without even trying; it just flies out of his mouth unironically- “you fit into my arms as pen strokes line together in art,” “don’t worry for me, i won’t tire if it’s for you,” “where shall we go next? i’m quite satisfied with my view right now, though?”

the day after you ask to be bridal carried, he starts bringing up doing it more often, usually out of the blue too! the sight of delight blooming across your face when he picks you up unprompted again is a moment he’d been attempting to render in his sketchbook

you think albedo’s found a new hobby in it, but you choose to let him silently feel his joy in peace when you see the gentle smile adorning his face whenever he comes up to you, arms open. in fact, he’d even be disappointed if you refuse, or say “not right now”. it’s kind of adorable to see in a let down puppy kind of sense.

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I didn’t realize I didn’t turn on anon asks and my last post flopped, so I’m once again asking if there is anything the audience would like to request? I’ve mainly been writing for xiao but other characters are a welcome change! 

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I know my introductory post said no requests, but there’s been a blank space lately, so is there anything the audience would like to see? the askbox is open to anything!

[heartofdepth]

genre: angst

pairings: xiao x gender neutral!reader

tags: ambiguous past relationship, abuse mention, death mention, murder, war, intended romantic but can be read as platonic, contains xiao from 2000 years ago when he was still forced to do the evil god’s biddings, this fic assumes that all gods during the war had a gnosis instead of only the seven current archons having them, for clarification reader in this fic is made up of dreams bc they’re the god of dreams, heavily inspired by various songs, italicized sentences are song lyrics but take your guess whether it’s reader or xiao saying them, lowkey cannibalism just in case idk, the evil god rly do b fucked up

word count: 5.27k

summary: sleep, and by morning, the dreams will have disappeared

“What is it like inside your dreams? Am I there? Are you there?”

The moon is red tonight. He’d heard a fuss from astrologers and historians alike who’d come buzzing to Wangshu Inn for the good rooms and high ground. To Xiao, tonight is simply another night of terrors plaguing him; it’s all the same, tonight is no different－ but this time, you’re there and it’s all changed. Having finished his foreseeable battles for the night, all that lies ahead is the turmoil the ghosts of the past refuse to see him off on. 

A lunar eclipse. The moon, looking as if it had swallowed the sun, causing it to shine vermillion and he can’t help but think of you and himself.

The darkness did nothing but leave only Xiao behind. Tainted but not fully taken, unable to step into the light, someone who will only ever live by the border of bloodstained gloom, the yaksha had been robbed of even the ability to dream. A curse, your curse and he can think of no better punishment for his crimes against you.

“Because I do not dream, nightmares during slumber mean nothing to me. It is my every waking hour, that they come to me.”

As the god of dreams, you always had your head in the clouds. Unable to even see what was precious to you, you spent your days ignorant to your people, to even him, the bloodhound of the evil god, the killer of divinity and damned alike. You were like a harmless butterfly flitting through the great Archon war, with the ability to ruin countless with your powers but contented to stay on your lofty, lonesome throne. He’s tried reasoning with himself, someone would have made a hit on you sooner or later to secure their own safety. Someone would have argued you were a useless god interested in only themselves, and they would have cut you down as easily as they would have forgotten what they dreamed about in the morning past.

“I don’t live strongly enough to shoulder sadness, so I liked the darkness, as I had nowhere to run.”

He told himself it was better off that it had been him the task had fallen unto, choosing to ignore the possibility that if, had his captor had not pointed for your head, you could very well have lived.

“I am not strong enough to speak of kindness, so I liked the darkness, as it erases even dreams.”

Being what you were, your body was made up of the soft, sweet silkiness of the dreams you ruled over, that he can only hope to taste again in almond tofu; yakshas viewed you in a good light, and had constantly prayed to you for a good bounty of dreams to consume. Seeing no missed opportunity to destroy Xiao and all he once held to his heart, the evil god had forced Xiao to eat away at you, until all that was left of you was the core of your being; your gnosis and your parting words, the curse inlaid into the marrow of his bones,

“Your dream to survive and my dream to live. As beautifully simple your wish is, may you only ever wander the darkness where no dreamscape would dare bloom in.”

It had been a while since he had felt ill will towards or from your curse; it had at some point become like a responsibility to him, something that was a mundane daily chore to shoulder. Perhaps, he dared to think, to hope, that your ire had withdrawn over the thousands years past. Perhaps, he rationalizes, he’s just desensitized to the lasting absence of dreams, yet the ever present presence of you.

Yet with the wrath of the gods he’s slain, still stirring in their half dreaming state, Xiao knows you’re responsible for any uprisings they cause. The manifestation of you strengthens what drives them back into the realm of the living, whether you intend it or not. He sees you in front of him now, on the highest floor of the inn, shining crimson, sadness and pain in the blood moon with the ichor he’s left on you, a reminder he will always be and will one day fade away as nothing more than a bloodstained soul.

“In my dreams, there is nothing. All that remains is emptiness.”

Gazing upon you, the guilt he thought he’d buried away and grown numb to what lay six feet under resurfaces to the brim of his throat- he thought he’d already forgotten his sadness, so why is it so painful to behold the moon in his overflowing eyes?

There was nothing he could have wished for in his days as a prisoner, but in the moment of your dying breaths, Xiao had one clear desire to spare you mercy, no matter the cost－ choosing instead to shatter and hurl your gnosis towards the moon and simply await the beating his master would rain down upon him. Now, trudging back to where he’d painstakingly tracked the location, he comes upon your core once more, in the form of you－ physically manifested again in your eternal slumber.

You unconsciously grasp your gnosis with a worrying lightness like you had never feared being separated from it in the first place. Xiao wonders vaguely, what sort of dream you might be having. One where he had never triumphed against you, perhaps. One where, maybe, he had happily been by your side, if he could so wish.

“Are you happy when you dream? Are dreams necessary for you and I?”

His hand trembles as his heart wavers, gently grasping your soft hand as if it were the single, sole dream he will have seen in his life and, tasting the beautiful aroma of the dreams that make up you, he tightens his grip and brings down his spear.

“I loved you...”

[heartofdepth]

intro.

hello! I’m starting off this blog as a place to post my writings as they come! as such, I don’t really take requests, but this may change in the future; currently, I consider them somewhat of a responsibility that I don’t feel like I’m able to take on right now is all.

I’m trying to get back into writing as a hobby, so any feedback is greatly appreciated; I’m the type of writer who’s got 20 ideas who worldbuilds and all but never gets to actually writing anything,,

Currently, I only write for genshin impact, but this may also be subject to change along with my interests.

feel free to talk to me if you please!

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genre: smut

pairings: sub!xiao x soft dom!gender neutral reader

tags: lapslock, alcohol mention, anal (can be read as pegging for non-dongle havers), blindfolding, hand jobs, overstim, orgasm denial, reassurance, reader is not traveler but can be read as so, reader is also ambiguously human or timeless, i wrote this w the official bilibili post abt xiao in mind, read this as friendship lv10+ xiao, a manifestation of me wanting to top him but Gently like sof warm mash potat

word count: 4.48k

summary: the silent pledge xiao takes as his duty to protect and serve is what makes almost everything about him- everything but the lamplight of gentleness he shields from the world and the you who stayed by his side to help shine a light to the humanity and desire he yearned to touch

( this is just a bunch of headcanons i had that i tried cobbling together into one shortfic so if it reads like it’s clunky and jumpy i Apologize )

the first time you had him, xiao was adamant to hide his face. not once had he brought his head up to so much as glance back at you, letting all his grunts and groans out into the soft cushioning of the pillow. you assumed it had something akin with hiding behind a mask- a shield from slaughter, now a shield from facing the human desires bubbling from within to your searing touches. murmuring quiet reassurances, you set about stroking his hair, “it’s alright, i’m here with you. will you hold my hand?” the slow rock of your hips match the sweet butterfly kisses you line around his shoulders and down his spine.

“take as long as you need, xiao”

the flare in xiao’s heart flickers to this. how much time with you truly does he have before an inevitable parting, either on your end or because of him? he lifts his head up.

“please,” he gasps. “please, call my name again.”

this time, he’d almost ripped his sash, yanking it off his clothes to bury his face into. you’re further surprised at the durability of the material when xiao’s sharp teeth clench and he brings a fist up to tug at the purple fabric, but perhaps, you wonder it’s not that stunning considering how it comes unscathed in the countless fights he centers the storm in. the real deal breaker is when xiao wets his lips and tentatively, shyly asks, “could.. could you tie this for me?”, bringing the sash up to his eyes. there’s edges of fear in his voice; for him to loosen hold of himself, to hand the reins to someone else spells certain demise for him and yet; he can’t help but look at you and trust you implicitly. the fluttering of his heart, the bond he could almost tangibly feel, the gleaming amulet he’d gifted you hanging proud at your neck, a butterfly for each year spent together littering your throat like a choker.

“of course,” you reply without question. you know how the thoughts ruminate in his head without end before he ever chooses to verbalize anything; there’s no way you’d deny this adeptus what he requests. tapping a finger to the saliva brimming at his lips, you smile and bring it to your own, xiao’s half-lidded gaze transfixed on the gesture. when the fabric settles around his eyes, he feels his breath hitch, heartbeat fasten and for a moment, all he can focus on is the voices in his head, berating him for enjoying himself, taking away what once was of them, for falling into something as base and disgusting as desire.

“remember, you’re just as in control of this situation as i am.” he hears you say, but it gets drowned out as he wrenches a moaned cry when you stop moving. a plea sits on his tongue, to keep stroking his cock, to stop and breathe for a moment, to just spoon him to bliss as you always do, to bed him until he no longer hears anything but your voice. “however things turn out to be, you always will have a say.” xiao’s heart almost breaks. “a blessing, you are a blessing,” he sobs and you gather him into your arms.

tonight, all his senses remain free and he tastes the tang of the dandelion wine you’d brought all the way from mondstadt on your breath. xiao had both seen you off and welcomed your return to liyue as swift and quietly as the breeze, yet still a comfort of a warm summer wind to know you were watched over- cared for in his own way. nothing shows until night falls and he trudges home from another long battle against his karmic debt; the way he collapses in your arms and begins his catlike pursuit of affection says everything.

“not today,” he pleads, pushing away your hand holding his sash. “i want to see you. please, don’t bind me.” there’s a sense of desperation in his last sentence that you intuit comes from somewhere darker, something he doesn’t ever want to speak of again. humming “i would never baby boy,” feeling him tingle with embarrassed preening from the pet name, “whatever you ask is yours.” and you mean it; you know in his heart he would never request anything untoward and you hold your belief strong in your breast. you know him to keep his hands to himself even without bindings, the discipline of thousands of years shining through when xiao bites his lip with the cute little sharp tooth you adore and flexes his abdominal muscles in an attempt to keep from cumming once more. permissions, fulfillment, a two way road versus what’s beyond the line that can’t be crossed are what makes up a contract, the binds and the relationship that form you two, what he’s decided he would eternally serve; what he would give his life for.

when you embrace him, all xiao sees is the debt he owes to youー immeasurably as vast as his feelings towards you.