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♡ NIGHT DANCER.

❝ nothing changed, please don't change… let's blend together, one more time. ❞ / after spending the night with you, how do the genshin men treat you in the morning after?

✧ feat ; albedo, cyno, kaedehara kazuha, scaramouche, shikanoin heizou, xiao x gn!reader ✧ warning(s) ; suggestive (esp scara and heizou) ✧ a/n ; HIII everybody make some noise for quill’s shocking once a year post!!! hope you guys like this and if it doesn’t show up in tags i will delete my account (/nsrs) anyways idk why i’ve been so obsessed w the idea of waking up next to someone (can you tell i’m critically lonely? 💀) and so this piece was born. pretend u don't notice how scara & xiao’s might seem kinda similar it’s bc i view them thru the same lens LOL ok hope you enjoy! (also ignore the scara favouritism im kinda obsessed w this idea for him KJASKJD)

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✦ ALBEDO. [ kreideprinz ]

you’re awoken by the feeling of a cold breeze caressing your skin, and as you grasp for his familiar figure, you realise albedo’s not beside you anymore. but before you can freak out, his soft voice calls to you from behind you, “good morning, dove. don’t move, i’m almost finished.” “finished with what?” you query, deciding to obey him and stay still. he doesn’t answer at first, but you can hear a faint scratching sound which almost sounds like charcoal against parchment. “and… done.” you shift in the bed, turning around to face him. albedo looks almost ethereal in the early morning light, especially when he smiles at you like you hung the stars in the sky. “i do hope you don’t find this peculiar, but i wanted to draw you while you were asleep. you looked so peaceful, and i wanted to immortalise this moment.” he hands you the paper, strands of wheat-coloured hair spilling over his shoulders, let loose from his usual half ponytail. you’re the only one who gets to see him like this, messy and imperfect instead of the flawless scientist he portrays to the rest of mondstadt. you gaze at the drawing, absorbing every detail as you try not to faint from what a sweet gesture this is, “albedo, this is amazing! you made me look so pretty.” he tilts his head quizzically, raising an eyebrow, “what do you mean? i just drew you exactly how i see you – you’re always beautiful to me.”

✦ CYNO. [ judicator of secrets ]

cyno's skin looks almost golden in the sunlight filtering through the translucent curtains. you're lying on your side, gazing at him and just admiring his features when his red eyes flutter open and he murmurs, “i might have to charge you for looking so much.” his voice is rougher than normal, deepened by sleep and it makes heat rush to your cheeks. “morning, babe-ah!” you can barely get out your greeting before he's pulling you back into his embrace, strong arms wrapping around you as he nuzzles into your neck. “cyno!” you laugh, turning around to face him, “stop it, i'm hungry! i wanna go get breakfast-” “hi hungry, i'm cyno,” your boyfriend looks at you with the most deadpan expression, and you're momentarily stunned. then you groan and throw a pillow at his head, “you're so lame!” “i'm not so lame, i just told you i'm cyno- okay, okay, i'll stop!” you collapse into a fit of giggles right as you're about to pummel his chest, “lamest ever.” “mmm,” cyno mumbles, eyes already fluttering shut again as he feels your plush warmth against him, “i'll make you breakfast, i swear, but can we just stay like this for a little longer?”

✦ KAEDEHARA KAZUHA. [ scarlet leaves pursue wild waves ]

the first thing you see when you wake up are kazuha's crimson irises laser-focused on you. the way his eyes scan your features, it’s almost like he’s tracing every detail to commit to memory, as if every morning that he wakes up next to you could be his last. “kazu? what's-” you're interrupted by a yawn, and your boyfriend's gaze softens as he looks at you. as you brush his red-streaked hair out of his face, he leans into your touch, almost cat-like in the motion, “what is it, 'zuha?” “i was just thinking... you make me glad to be a poet,” a gentle smile graces his features. “what? why?” despite the fact that kazuha is always letting praise fall from his lips like jewels, you didn't even remotely expect his answer. “because it means i'm lucky enough to be able to properly convey how you make me feel, and how gorgeous you are,” kazuha presses a sweet kiss on your forehead, then his brow furrows slightly, “but i don't think there's enough words in the world for me to speak about what you mean to me.”

✦ SCARAMOUCHE. [ kunikuzushi ]

when scaramouche wakes up, his first thought is; why does my entire body hurt? eyes still half-lidded and drowsy, he looks down and he's met with the sight of your back pressed against his torso, his arm thrown carelessly over your waist. he scrambles backwards, eyes widening with shock, and his sudden frantic movement wakes you up too. “what are you doing in my bed?!” “what the hell, scara?” you mumble, rubbing away the sleep from your eyes, “it’s too early for you to be this loud.” scaramouche’s heart is beating a million times a minute, and it’s only exacerbated by how cute you look when you’re this sleepy, not that he’d admit it to you for the world. but as you yawn and sit up, he thinks that he’s going to go into cardiac arrest. “you didn’t answer my question!” you give him a weird look, “we slept together. again. duh.” the blanket wrapped around your figure slides off a little as you reply, revealing your bare shoulder and giving him the faintest glimpse of your chest, and scaramouche’s face turns so red you genuinely think he might explode. “c-cover yourself up!” he scolds, clambering closer to drape the fabric over you again as his mind works through the haze of sleep, letting the memories of last night flood back.

realising how flustered he is, you take this as the perfect opportunity to tease him, “it’s nothing you haven’t seen before.” “shut up.” he replies curtly, but he hesitates as his fingers skim over the bite mark on your collarbone. his eyes darken slightly as he recalls last night, the messy kisses that were more tongue than anything else, his teeth nipping at your neck and finally sinking into your skin, all to mark you as his. you’ve both never officially decided what the two of you are, but you both know that he’s yours and you’re his, and scaramouche doesn’t like sharing. a playful smirk curves your lips, “remember giving this to me?” “don’t test me,” he mumbles, eyes roving over your exposed skin. his gaze dips to the still slipping blanket, hands ceasing their rapid motion to try and rescue your modesty, “i might give you more.” your arms loop around his neck, pulling him back down to the bed as you smile teasingly, “so do it.” “you’re a bad influence,” scaramouche groans, hands already moving to grip your hips, and you laugh, “that’s why you love me~”

✦ SHIKANOIN HEIZOU. [ analytical harmony ]

“good morning~” heizou's lilting voice is the first thing you hear when you wake up, and his trademark smile is already on his idiotically kissable lips as the two of you lie next to each other in his bed. “you do this with all the criminals you catch?” you drawl, trying to ignore how your heart skips a beat as you see the way his green eyes twinkle in the light. “just the ones i think look best in a different type of handcuffs,” he replies smoothly without missing a beat, smirk deepening as he notices he's left you speechless. “plus,” his hand trails across your cheek, thumb stroking your skin for a split second before his smile turns devilish, “it'd be pretty hard for me to get them to the police station if i left them all unable to walk.” “ugh, heizou!” you swat his shoulder, and bury your face in the pillow as he bursts into laughter. “but seriously,” heizou taps your shoulder gently, almost hesitantly, and you peek up from the pillow to look at him. a soft pink blush dusts his cheeks, and his eyes flicker away from yours in a manner that seems almost shy, “you're the only person i'd do this with, criminal or not.”

✦ XIAO. [ vigilant yaksha ]

waking up next to you is like a little slice of heaven for xiao. he can barely believe that he, the corrupted conqueror of demons, is able to share a bed with a mortal who borders on angelic. you shift in xiao's embrace, tucking your head under his chin almost instinctively as your eyes open slowly, “good morning, xiao. did you sleep well?” he still gets embarrassed by your proximity, so his voice is a little curt as he responds with a pink blush darkening his cheeks, “adepti do not require sleep.” “ah…” you roll your eyes, but pounce on the opportunity to fluster him, “guess that's why you always want to go all night, hm?” “i-!” xiao's face turns an almost delightful shade of crimson and he looks away, “no respect for the adepti.” “not true!” you gasp with mock offense. cuddling up against him, you stick your tongue out, “i respect alllll the adepti. but my boyfriend? maybe not so much.” “you'll be the death of me,” xiao sighs, pulling you impossibly closer. “then i hope you'll die a happy man,” you giggle, threading your fingers through his jade hair. xiao's eyes slide shut from the feeling of you playing with his hair, and he murmurs a response that leaves you speechless, “after a life with you? certainly.”

i love them this is so soft when is it my turn // general masterlist

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Genshin + HSR men as dads;

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✰ Characters:

↳ Genshin: Ayato, Itto, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Zhongli, Xiao.

↳ HSR: Blade, Jing Yuan, Luocha.

✰ Words: 3,5k.

✰ SFW ; afab!reader, because pregnancy mentions. fluff.

Warnings: established relationship, the characters are reader's husbands, mentions of pregnancy, babies, ayato always ends up kinda horknee????? slight spoilers about blades past, not beta read THERES NO TIME FOR THAT

A/N: this is my first time writing for hsr and kaveh, but I tried my best </3 also I have work in 2h and I haven't slept yet. this is more important. pog also give me feedback if you like hsr pieces ;q;

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Ayato Kamisato:

he's such a girl AND boy dad you can't convince me otherwise. i just can't get that out of my head: imagine just chilling with your husband, you two enjoying some tea or coffee, while watching your children happily yell and play outside; ayato plays with your palm slightly, switching between rubbing it with his fingers and interlocking it, giving you occasional glances and tiny smiles.

ayato's definitely a strict parent, but wants his children to feel freedom - he does not force them to practice something they don't like, but teaches them necessary stuff they need to know if they are to be the future of the Kamisato clan.

he DEFINITELY had a boy first. and his son DEFINITELY looks like a perfect mixture of you two - he has ayato's eyes and hair type, but your hair color and smile.

your daughter, on the other hand, is exactly like ayato's copy, except with your personality - and he's extremely whipped for her. his little girl wanted to practice a new hairstyle with multiple pink hair clips? oh well, looks like he goes like this to his important meeting.

though, your son is just as mischievous as his father, if not worse - has probably trolled Itto more than once by the shy age of just three. he's also definitely interested in ayato and ayaka's battle styles, like hello??? HOW DO YOU JUST DISAPPEAR LIKE THAT??? AND TURN INTO SNOW??????

even though some fights between his children happen, as it's a thing you can't avoid - the big brother is very protective of his little sister and would do anything to make her happy! even if it means princess tea time. it reminds ayato of his, though not as fortunate, childhood memories with ayaka before she grew up to be the strongest woman and best auntie we know.

ayato probably teases you about wanting a third one, so they look like you this time. "say, darling, how about we get another little one?" feeling his smile, ayato whispers into your ear, "think about it, love," he wraps his arms around your waist from behind, "you just look so perfect I can't resist you."

Arataki Itto:

i do nOT care, his child is just as hyper as him. they're his absolute best buddy, partners in crime, you name it. but there's a plot twist - thank god your child thinks more often than their father AND stops him sometimes.

listen. absolute boy dad. his son is his pride and joy,he bragged so much about his boy to the point that Raiden Shogun herself heard about him.

so, remember itto being severely allergic to beans as an oni? his son absolutely loves beans and could eat them with no side effects. but itto being itto, prepares him meals with beans and takes it as a challenge. he just might cry, or throw up at worst. but hey, everything for his little sunshine.

^^your son absolutely cheers when he's making him dinner and suffering like?? "go dad! you're so awesome!" "yummy!" and itto's screaming back with tears dripping down his cheeks, "yes, YES!! THE BEST COOK OF INAZUMA, ARATAKI ITTO!"

itto prides himself in creating the most perfect small person to ever exist. your son inherited itto's golden heart and your brains (thank god). he's truly a ball of sunshine, and possibly the happiest and polite boy in Inazuma. with a pair of red horns just like his dad, red streaks in his hair and markings, itto's pupils and your eye color.

hear me out: total best pals with ayato's son. they love playing board games and battle onikabuto with each other, and much to itto's delight, his son is usually the winner, but the boys always politely thank each other for the game and move on.

your son is actually such a smooth talker to ayato's daughter to the point that he considers giving them a blessing and suffering being in-laws with itto.

he's also (great)grandma oni's favorite child now... he loves baking, cooking and sewing with her, and showing her his favorite onikabuto that you and itto let him keep as a pet!

itto's actually VERY down to have a few more kiddos if your pregnancy went well. he'd love a little girl to spoil his long hair, or maybe two. and two more sons so he wouldn't be lonely..

that time itto caught ushi sound asleep with his ball of sunshine next to him was the day he'll never forget. with tears in his eyes, he covered them in a warm blanket and let them snooze for a little more before bedtime.

Alhaitham:

literally no one, not even one soul knew that alhaitham has a child until they saw him walking a three-year-old. and the said child is probably the most behaved child that has ever been born.

seriously, your son is probably the smartest child ever. alhaitham, despite some worries, did and still does very well as a father - he began teaching him to talk earlier, he also seemed to have taken a liking to some instruments when he got older. the scribe's little one also enjoys it when his dad reads with him! be it alhaitham's books or fantasy ones, they have a special routine just for reading.

your son absolutely looks up to his father. when he sees him drafting some documents, his eyes shine with curiosity and adoration. alhaitham, can't help but smile slightly when he isn't looking.

nahida promoted alhaitham as the Acting Grand Sage. he promoted her as his babysitter.

^^but in a more serious tone, I genuinely think Nahida would be somewhat interested in your child - not in a negative light in any way, but.. it does make her wonder how a small child could be so smart. though his son has a long way to go and grow up, each year he manages to surprise her.

when his son is too bothered by the attention of other people, alhaitham gives him his noise-canceling headphones; they're a bit too big on him, but he appreciates it anyway.

alhaitham makes sure your son remembers his late grandmother, despite having not met her. even if the scribe does not consider himself a very emotional person, he wants the memory of her to live on.

he encourages his child to make his own decisions, too - just like he had that choice as well; if his son wants to break the ice and become more outgoing - alhaitham will not stand in his way. he wants him to grow up as the person he truly wants to be.

he definitely explained some god-tier science to his toddler son while holding him in his arms, receiving only some confusing "blah blag bwwwug" in return, watching him bite his tiny hand in happiness. he continued.

if there's something that alhaitham shares with his son, it's his love for naps. sometimes you all sleep together, and when it's time to wake up - both of them whine and your son snuggles up to his dad, to which your husband responds by getting his arm over the little one and giving you a small chuckle with one eye open, shortly before falling back asleep.

kaveh is your child's godfather. no, it wasn't his choice.

after a bit of hesitation and a lot of thoughts, he wouldn't mind to have another one; genders don't matter to him by any means, but I see him with yet another son :)

Kaveh:

kaveh and his twins could rival itto and his son's enthusiasm - it's what kaveh wants his kids to always remember - he wants them to enjoy every single bit of life, even if it's something simple.

the famous architect has decided to work hard to provide for you and the baby when you told him about the pregnancy- or, rather, about his future children; some of his work truly shone and got him quite a bit of attention, and therefore - a bunch of well-paid commissions.

kaveh has fought his empathy many times and tried not to overly spend money, which resulted in him being able to create and build your house that you share together; each of the twins has their own room, decorated according to their tastes.

your children have great emotional intelligence, just like your husband; if there's ever any conflict, they rather talk about it, than pout for hours, similar with you two. kaveh teaches them to always be honest, especially to themselves. they're also talented, but in different ways - your daughter seems to be fascinated by the role of the architect as well, but your son, regardless of what he's doing - he always makes sure it's perfect and polished as much as possible.

you cannot tell me this man doesn't do some kind of weekly family time - kaveh loves his family to the bone and would risk his life to protect you and your children with no hesitation. he's very involved in his children's lives and wants to be considered as their friend as well, not just a father; kaveh wants to know what they are interested in the moment, who they had their last beef with and who their crush is. he just really wants to gossip with them lol.

contrary to what a lot of people think, the twins and alhaitham's child(ren?) get along very well, and are aware they're just mirrors of each other. they can't however, understand how they managed to live together under one roof for so long... they never complain if they visit uncle alhaitham though, as he lets them search through his library so they can find out more about their interests.

in revenge, alhaitham is the godfather of the twins, just so you know.

Zhongli:

not only did he fall in love with you, but after hearing the cry of his little girl after she took her first-ever breath - zhongli fell in love once again.

he's so, so overprotective of his baby, regardless of her age. he's swooned by her - how tiny her fingers are compared to his when she finally grips them for the first time, how every month she looks even prettier than last one - he's always by her side, making sure she's the happiest she could possibly be.

since he has to sleep only once for a few days, he's willing to spend every second with her, especially after birth - zhongli also wants you to rest as much as you can, so you can both create memories together.

he most certainly takes her on a lot of walks with you when she gets older; not only around liyue harbor, but places dear to him and her only, if they discover one.

when your daughter grows up and begins to show interest in zhongli's hobbies, he smiles at her gently and sits her in his lap, only to start explaining it and feeding her curiosity; sometimes he has to stop himself for a moment to admire her twinkling eyes.

oh he DEFINITELY does her hair every morning. he's practiced on you before, having learned many new hairstyles to later on perform on your daughter; he carefully strokes her hazel hair with golden tips with a brush, feeling as he's almost watching his own in a mirror. sometimes, he adorns her hair with his own hairpin.

xiao was definitely the first person to know about your daughter. knowing that archon blood runs in her veins, he's less worried about being around her, therefore always more willing to spend time with her. both grow from this interaction - the little one knows how to protect herself (or to call uncle xiao when she's in trouble), and xiao understands small humans just a bit better.

zhongli's thrilled to know what her favorites are - no matter if it's tea, food or fabric, he has to know! perhaps they share the same favorites?

with the help of kamera, he's now able to immortalize the sight of you and your daughter. each birthday, he takes a picture and cherishes the young years of your baby, knowing they won't last long; erosion be damned, as long as he has the pictures - he'll always remember.

Xiao:

xiao was clueless. clueless and frightened. he wasn't supposed to have a child - with a mortal on top; albeit he tries to stay calm for your and baby's sake, he wants both of you to heal well.

it took quite a bit of time for xiao to fully embrace that he's a parent - and he adapted very well, having you by his side; the only worry that hasn't gone away is the thought of harming his daughter with his karmic debt.

but so far, the little one hasn't shown any signs of it, which makes xiao more than happy. she's yet another reason to warm his cold heart up, which he always compares to being engulfed by comfy scarf in the winter.

he automatically turns his head around whenever he hears her tiny little "tap taps" with her feet; not only does he find it adorable, but he knows she once again managed to lose her slippers and socks.

listen. she inherited the same diamond mark on her forehead - and he finally understands why you always insisted you liked kissing it for no reason.

he always. ALWAYS shares his almond tofu with his baby girl.. and she always makes a mess while eating it.. but it's worth it.

your daughter seemed to have taken a liking to watching finches from a distance; they always look for a nice spot in liyue plains, make a small picnic and feed the leftover bread to the birds. she finds them so adorable to the point that xiao was looking for a finch plushie for WEEKS. that made her good friends with qiqi, whom she tries to remember as "the finch friend."

Zhongli never says it out loud, but thinks of Xiao as his son. therefore, he finally earned a title of a grandpa (though unofficial). he's very proud to see Xiao stand up in a role of not only a protector of liyue, but the ones closest to him.

yes, your daughter actually calls morax himself, grandpa. (he doesn't correct her. ever)

imagine xiao with baby carrier. now you don't have to imagine it anymore.

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Blade:

don't even say he isn't a girl dad. HE IS.

he thinks he's a mere blade whose humanity has been lost hundreds of years ago - it's nothing more but a delusion in his mind. if that was the truth, why would he stay near his daughter's crib and watch her sleep peacefully, flinching when he saw her stir in her sleep?

she's absolutely not afraid of his cold, death stare, in fact - she looks at him back, waiting him to break first. just imagine a tiny baby eating a rice waffle, blade next to her and he just.. stares at her. but she stares at him back and eats the waffle like it's nothing.

your baby girl inherited blade's hair- or rather, yingxing's pearly white hair. he often pats her head gently and goes his hand through her hair, his eyes holding a tinge of bitterness and anger; not at her, however, but at the one he's after.

since blade spends most of his time on various missions with the stellaron hunters, he tries to make it up to your daughter by giving her gifts; hairpins, stickers (ekhem, silver wolf), coloring books, you name it. he slowly warms up to the idea of spending more quality time with her - after so many missions and the thought of his family waiting for him at home, his heart longs to see you again.

sometimes.. you can catch a faint smile on his lips when he plays with her. it's a sad smile - a smile yearning for it to happen back in simpler times, before getting reduced to a weapon, or perhaps in another lifetime.

he never admits it out loud, but he gets used to the new routine a bit too comfortably. before, when it was just you - in contrast to now, when he barely closes the front door and hears his daughter sprinting to him and clinging to his leg; he picks her up and feels her squishing her cheek against his while grinning. "welcome home, daddy!" are the first words he hears - and hopes to hear until it's his time to leave.

at times, blade becomes genuinely terrified - terrified of no longer craving death and wanting to stay. it sends him in so much emotional turmoil he starts to shake; how else do you process this? after so many years of attempting to look for that one thing that finally stops your breath, only to get swarmed by the thoughts of not wanting to leave your daughter behind? what if something happens to her and there's no one to help her?

there's a thing that I can't stop thinking about: I want to leave it up to you how you name your daughter, but I feel like blade would truly like the name Mari.

he lets her decorate him with stickers. it was silver wolf's idea.

Jing Yuan:

he was blessed with a daughter, as well. and then again. and then... again.

he absolutely adores his three little girls, hellO?!?!? but if you think about it, it makes sense - almost all of them took after his personality.

there is a mandatory nap for him and his girls that no one can disturb, unless the planet is on fire or someone got you mad. they all snore quietly while cuddling their dad, one of them on his chest, second on his stomach, and last one has her face somewhere next to his hair. makes you wonder how they got in these places, considering they started sleeping beneath a pink blanket decorated with lions.

speaking of lions, mimi claims your daughters as her cubs and does not let jing yuan take them away. she loves being pet and getting small kisses from them, there's no way she gives him that amount of attention back.

jing yuan loves your daughters to death and spoils them with absolutely EVERYTHING. new plushie? will be here in a few hours. a damned rock that's stupidly expensive, holds no value but one of them liked it? he'll take five. hell, he might even buy them a dog or another lion and hope for easy consequences from you.

he's slightly scared of how fast his oldest got so good at chess.

the girls get very upset when someone mentions they have no older brother - after all, how could they forget about yanqing?

there is a high chance of him losing one of them at home. they're walking, he turns around and.. suddenly the math doesn't add up..

if it's princess tea time, it is princess tea time. fu xuan either becomes a princess or comes back later.

even though they sometimes bring a lot of trouble, jing yuan always tells them to appreciate you - when it's mother's day, they all sit down and prepare a gift for you, same for your birthday; your special days will never go unnoticed.

probably wouldn't mind having another child, but is fully prepared for another girl lol.

Luocha:

he fathered a beautiful boy and girl a few years after. none of them were planned, but very welcome by both of you.

he's.. such a doting father. he always takes care of his children well, shows them affection - especially as small babies, he can't get over their chubby cheeks and peppers them with kisses, so he could hear them giggle.

in general, I think he just. can't get enough of them when they're toddlers or even younger. he loves holding them. he loves seeing his tiny babies get curious when he prepares medicine. he loves when they extend their hand to him for seemingly no reason, so he has an opportunity to give it a kiss. ARGH

he's thrilled to share his medical knowledge with his kids, if one shows interest in it!

luocha's definitely the one to style his babies' hair, I mean have you seen this man's gorgeous locks???? he's also the one to cut it if they don't like it long.

this isn't really about the children themselves, but.. he's just so grateful that you brought them into this world?? and he makes sure you know it every day, be it through actions or words. when you gave birth to your daughter, he held her in her hands and approached you from behind, leaning down and planting a chaste kiss on your cheek. "love, she's so wonderful, thank you for your hard work. I can't stop looking at her, and I wouldn't have that opportunity if I didn't meet you. I've never been more happy to meet such a person like you."

just like kaveh, he wants to be very involved in their lives. he always asks them about their day in school, if they made any friends. luocha also tries to be stern and has only one expectation as a father - he wants them to have a good, comfortable life, in which he'll assist in achieving as long as they need.

your son is very, very talkative with his dad and they could converse for hours. like for real. he's so smart, luocha is more than happy to broad his horizons, even in topics of lesser importance.

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xiao when he’s comforted

requested by @akarichxnn: would u mind doing a reverse comfort? maybe when his karmic debt just happens to get the best of him or memory relapses of all the other adepts and we just find him at the balcony of wangshu inn then comfort him? no force ^^

don’t ever feel like you’re forcing me! i’d let you know if that were the case! thank you so much for the request and without further ado, hope you enjoy!

hurt:

repulsion—thats the last of the demon’s feelings the yaksha internalizes as he thrusts his polearm through its throat. he takes the utter bitterness from the repugnant demon, and accepts as his own: another debt to his karma

as soon as he removes his mask, the yaksha doubles over in pain. it’s akin to a weapon being pulled out of his chest. leaving nothing but a bleeding, festering wound, to the heart. the warrior has to resist the urge to scream in agony of the wretchedness of it all

and despite the coolness of the wind surrounding him, almost attempting to blow out the ferociousness of his debt, they do nothing to ebb away his karma

voices begin to flood his head, flood his heart, as he is taken him away from the marshes to the haunting of his past. indarias, then menogias and bonansus, and even bodacious. their begs and screams mix into one another to create a cacophony of anguish. the last yaksha was the unwitting audience to their descend to madness.

even now, after all these years. survivors guilt is a second skin the weapon wears; he can never take that away. lest he becomes a skeleton of his sins

the yaksha runs a hand through his hair, stumbling through the bloodied battlefields of the past and the present. does his best to remain here and now, in the moment, despite the maze within his thoughts. the weapon can’t falter, not like his brethren before him. he has to make up for his sins, for the anguish he caused. he has to live, not because his life is worth that much, but simply because he refuses to let the karmic debt to be the killer. he refuses to go down like his family

so, he runs off to wangshu inn to recharge and find solace, where he finds you at the balcony

comfort:

he feels horrible for thinking this but… when your eyes meet, he curses. while he normally enjoys your presence (despite his dismissals), the extreme circumstances made his enthusiasm falter. sternness sinks teeth into throat as he urges you (almost desperately), “you need to leave.”

the surprise turning to pain on face falters his resolve. he hates having to do this, to push people away for the sake of his duty. but as a weapon, he must, especially if it means to keep you safe. “i’m a danger to you. you cant be here.”

for a long moment, you don’t dare move. just stare at the weapon with narrowed eyes. said weapon holds his breath, almost in… anticipation—and fear—at your actions. and to his relief, you turn.

he lets out a sigh of relief. good. he couldn't forgive himself if he hurt you under his internal power struggle. no one should see him like this, least of all, you. it’s a weapon’s duty to keep their edges sharp and pointed. never in pieces. and with his karmic debt being a threat to humans such as yourself, he refuses to risk it. your health comes first above all. he doesn’t want your dying screams to be another note that joins the casphoney

just as hes about to jump away onto the roof of the inn, he hears the clatter of dishes. his head twists. a dish of almond tofu sits at his feet, innocuous. despite this, he frowns. the yaksha opens his mouth, about to interject when—

“—i know you said to give you space. and i will,” you promise. “but…” you shoot a worried look. “i don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone like this. at least not without something to lift your spirits so…” you push his favorite dish towards him, hope alight in your eyes. “i brought this to you.”

for a long moment, he stares. gawks at the dish, spellbound at your gesture. when he looks up, there’s an denial softness to his tone that wasn’t there before, “this almond tofu won’t cure my debt.” he crosses his arms, an attempt to appear unaffected and collected. it does nothing to hide the appreciation twinkling in his eyes

“i know,” he raises an eyebrow at your response. “i know i can’t do anything to personally end your pain. but…” a sigh. you play with the ends of your hair for a moment, before meeting his gaze, “i refuse to abandon you for it.” you lean in, hands molded to fists. “i care about you xiao, and to care for someone means to stick with them through thick and thin.” his hand is within your grasp. you resist the urge to pull him in. “i’ll be here for you, xiao. always. and with a final push of the tofu, you go, leaving the food in its wake

aftermath

when xiao joins you again, the anger harbored from his enemies no longer follows him. instead, crumbs linger in his wake, leftovers from the food you gave earlier. it’s a good sign.

“this is for you,” he offers you a qingxin. you grin. “to repay you for your deed.” you chuckle. two can play that game.

“and this,” you say, cupping his face. gently brushing off the crumbs off his mouth. “is for you.” and you step back, to hear the sharp intake of breath, to see the shine in his eyes; his expression is a gift from rex lapis himself

the gods themselves may not be so merciful to take away the adeptus’ debt but you are given each other. and maybe, that’s enough to tame the storms of inner turmoil that exists within karmic debt. it’s enough to love each other, whole

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Xiao screenshot re-draw. My instagram died, so posting it here.

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Interrupted make-out session [Genshin Impact]

Notes: This was also a request and I liked it but for some reason I can’t find the ask anymore, I might have accidentally deleted it. Has been sitting in my drafts for a while cause idk how else to make it better. It’s still a little cringy to me, tbh.

Warnings: VERY STEAMY but generally still SFW bordering on not, you’ve been warned though, not proofread, some possessiveness, yes there are sexual innuendos, mentions of alcohol and drinking, did i say not proofread?, if there are pronoun slips please let me know.

Characters: Aether, Albedo, Ayato, Dainsleif, Diluc, Gorou, Itto, Kaeya, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Tartaglia, Thoma, Venti, Xiao, Zhongli, gn!reader

Aether

The two of you never really meant for it to turn into a make out session. With Aether, there’s a lot of patience and no pushing to do things. It just happened spontaneously while cuddling in bed.

The first kiss was innocent. Just a quick peck on the lips. But something in him seemed to spur him on and suddenly he’s leaning in for another one…and another one…and another… He’s still slow about it, giving you the chance to say no but also hoping that you don’t pull away. When you don’t, he peers into your eyes and sees that they’re clouded over, just as his is and he puts his all into the next kiss. 

His hand cradles your neck, his kiss is nearing hungry, wanting more of your soft lips on his. It’s an addiction now and you’ve wrapped your arms around his neck to deepen the already passionate exchange. You open your mouth to let his tongue slide in, the kisses are getting sloppy, wetter. Your legs are tangled together and the heat between your lips blooms in your stomach and has you silently begging for more. The raw emotion makes you weak.

“Hey! Why is the door locked?! Did you two forget about Paimon?! Let me in!”

The two of you pull away abruptly. Panting and flushed, Aether more so than you. There’s a subtle disappointment in his eyes, but he’s a gentleman so he smiles and gathers himself, smooths down your hair and his, kisses your nose and utters a quick “I love you,” before pushing off the bed and letting the clueless Paimon in.

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Telling him that he's beautiful:

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(Genshin Boys) • (Individual Stories) • ( — x Flirty!Reader)

Xiao, Kazuha, & Wanderer

(Fluffy content) • (Mini Angst w/Xiao) • (Dating Reader)

Xiao

“Xiao, can I tell you something?”

“Go ahead, my Qingxin.”

Giggling, you strode closer to him until he could feel your breath enwreathe his ear. With a red face, he deciphered the words that you whispered, hushed, and smug.

“I think you're beautiful.”

His eyes widened if not blood-shot opened. He watched you step away from him and nearly shook from the tension of your gaze. Slowly but surely, his cheeks and ears were painted with rose-colored red, and you could already see the gears in his brain malfunctioning.

“B... Beautiful?” Xiao muttered, his silky, uncovered hand reaching to hide his mouth.

“You think that I— I'm... Beautiful?”

“Bingo,” you grinned, “you are, in fact, very beautiful. Much too beautiful, I'd say, only second to none.”

“But— But what of you? You— you're... I'm not—”

“What, you think I'm more beautiful than you or something? Please, even the secluded Electro Archon herself could agree that your beauty is impregnable. To all 7 archons and all of their nations, I am but a tear drop of rain in your ocean of pretty.”

“But that isn't true!” Xiao yelled, “I don't deserve to be called beautiful, let alone even be thought of when you hear that word! I have slaughtered, I have killed, a murderer such as I shouldn't deserve to be called beautiful, pretty, nor should I be allowed to be given beauty.”

“But that was then, and then is not now. Is that slaughterer your speak of the one who wanted to slaughter, or the one who was forced to? Is the killer you talk about the one who hated killing but had to anyways, or the one who did it because they could?”

Xiao pouted, quiet, and still. You sighed.

“Either way, what happened wasn't what you wanted to do. You told me, once, remember? On a drunken night, you were still hung over after Venti had visited that time. You clung to me, muttering about changing the past and chaning your fate. If you could change it all and undo the past while knowing better, you'd do everything to avoid it all.”

Xiao still didn't speak, but he did swing his head to look elsewhere after you mentioned that night.

“Point is, you deserve to be and feel pretty, beautiful even. What happened shouldn't scrape or change that. You're still the beautiful Yaksha that I fell for. You're still my beautiful Yaksha that I fell for.”

“...but you're still...”

You tilted your head. Xiao's blushing and embarrassed face finally turned back towards you.

“R- Regardless. You're still... still the b-beautiful y/n that I fell for, too.”

You smiled, running up to Xiao and kissing his diamond.

“Alright my pretty Xiao, let's go to bed.”

“O– Okay.”

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Kazuha

“Darling, can I tell you a little something?”

“Mm? What is it, love?”

You crept a little closer to him until your scent engulfed his nose. The sudden warmth of your body tingling on him, which made him blush unexpectedly.

“Kazie, you're beautiful.”

Kazuha's eyes sparkled in the crack of the moonlight between clouds. The luminescent glow of the fireflies and the nearby streetlight lanterns made him glow brighter in your eyes. His usual soft smile grew on his lips, thought with a hint of mischief, and he spoke.

“Perhaps in your eyes, I am the most beautiful person. But, to me— no, to the world that surrounds us, your alluring, ravishing aura is second to none. Your beauty is incomparable, nearly incomprehensible, even those that see will be blinded, for you are more radiant than the bright shining star that is the sun.” Kazuha smoothly reached out to your hand, held it in his, and knelt before you to kiss your knuckles.

“Oh, dearest starlight, you flatter me.” You chuckled ever so softly, “But, like a drifted leaf that sways and dances in the wind, your looks, your beauty, they are just as rare and elegant a sight when out at sea.”

“Well, beyond the harbor or not, I will never find another person, be it another y/n or a different stranger, who appeases those the same way that you do solely by your looks. You are a grace to the eyes, glamourous and beguiling, my love.”

“My oh my, grace and glamour? Even beguiling? Now, I can't tell if we're talking about you or not. Grace, glamour, and beguiling better suit you than it does I.”

“I believe you are wrong, dearest dove. While I am not the worst looking out there, as you have told me several times before I—”

And then the flirting kept going.

And it kept going.

(Until, of course, you ran out of flirts, terms, and pick-up lines that you let the poetic traveler samurai win you over).

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Wanderer / Kuniku

“Y/N. Why do you keep staring at me? You want something?”

“Oh, Kuniku, I was merely admiring the most beautiful person in front of me.”

“Haah? But we're the only ones here—”

Oh.

You were admiring him.

Wanderer's face blossomed red, and he tipped his hat, scoffing while muttering words incoherent to you. Something inside you urged you to keep pushing at his heart; urged you to keep this flirty attitude up. So, with that signature smirk on your face, you kept going.

“Sorry, darling, something about that pretty face of yours with that tint of Aphrodite's reddest rose really set me off for a second. I'll try harder next time to compose myself in front of such stunning and bewitching people such as yourself.”

“Just what are you trying to do here, Y/N?” Wanderer's voice died down a little once he spoke your name, which was unintended and most embarrassing to him, with his pride and all.

“Well, I was admiring the gorgeous view here, but now I'm telling the view himself about how ravishing and astonishing his looks are, how he'd catch the gaze of even the finest and most graceful of women and men.” You reply, smug with your words, even as you reach over to gently lift his hat to plant the smallest peck of a kiss on his cheek.

“Tch. No way in hell I'll ever be as pretty as you.”

You grinned. “Oh? What was that? I apologize sincerely, dearest Kuniku, for I didn't quite catch that. Mind throwing that compliment out there again?”

“In your dreams, imbecile.”

“Oh, so we're talking about dreams now? Well, in my dreams, you are the moon. Perhaps unnoticed by many, but gorgeous and bright to those who know your beauty.”

“Just— Just shut up!” Wanderer screeched. It was as steam was floating above his head from the amount of heat rushing to his face as you continued to flirt with him.

Authors note: Sorry that it's really short, I had so many ideas, but I couldn't incorporate many of them in time before I lost a good amount of motivation :') but hey, I actually finished something with multiple character oneshots!

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5 times you wanted to hug Xiao

...and 1 time you did <3

Info: Characters include Xiao, GN Reader. Mostly fluff but brief angst. Hurt/comfort in one part. Reader is mortal and visionless! Reader is also a huge simp. Friends to lovers (?) Time skips. Warnings: Brief violence (not graphic), nightmares, swearing, sickness, not proofread A/N: Since my last 5(+1) was so well-received, I decided to do it again! We all love Xiao, so why not try it again with him? IM DOING THE EVENT REQUESTS SOON I PROMISE

1

"Help!"

You shrieked at the top of your lungs, using your feet to desperately push yourself back. You were surrounded on all sides by a group of hilichurls, and they ignored your feeble attempts to ward them off as they crowded closer.

"Somebody, please, help me!"

You'll never forget that day. The harsh swirling of wind that seemed to slice through the air like butter, defying all laws of nature that you thought you'd known. This had been followed by a shroud of darkness and the agonized cries of the hilichurls that had seemed so threatening and fearsome just moments before, and before long, their bodies surrounded you.

The smoke - was it smoke? You weren't sure - cleared, and you squinted through what little remained. It was then that you caught a glimpse of your savior. A young man, small in stature but he more than made up for it with this aura that surrounded him like a veil. It made him seem so non-human, so untouchable, so divine.

You blinked the tears from your eyes. This man had to be an adeptus, but you couldn't pinpoint who. You hadn't been an avid reader of adepti stories as a child, nor were you interested in the tales that Tian and Liu Siu would often tell to passersby. You never thought it would come in handy until now.

"H-Hey," you said, your voice cracking, "Thank you. You saved me, I would be dead without you. Can you...can you tell me your name?"

He had been staring out over the plains, facing directly away from you, but he turned, and your lungs faltered. His face was adorned with a mask, two devil-like horns sharpened to a point and a threatening face painted on the material. It reminded you greatly of the theatre masks you often saw around the Noh theatre houses; they always frightened you as a child with the way their faces stretched into menacing grins.

For some reason, though, you weren't afraid of him at all. You could see the hanging strands of his midnight black and jade hair, framing what was hidden from view - his face. His hands held tightly to his spear as his chest heaved with silent breaths, and a dark smoke hung around him like a cloud of poison. Still, you felt no urge to cower.

You wanted to throw yourself at him, squeezing as tight as you could and shrieking your gratitude. You wanted to follow him forever like a lost puppy, begging to be noticed. You wanted to rip that mask off his face and see the visage of your hero.

Something kept you seated, eyes blown wide and your body splayed out on the ground like a doll that had been tossed aside. Everything within you screamed to hold onto him and beg to follow wherever he chose to go, but your logic must have told you that you were being childish. It was just the whiplash of fearing for your life that was making you think such idiotic thoughts - at least, that's what you told yourself.

He didn't reply, so you attempted again. "What's your name?" This time, you at least pulled yourself up from your back so you were on your knees, looking up at him with a desperation you didn't know possible. "So I can thank you properly. What is it?"

This masked adeptus stood silently before you for just a moment longer, and then vanished. You would have thought you'd completely imagined him if not for the flecks of jade green that hung in the air, spiraling down to the earth and then carried away by the wind.

He never told me his name, you thought, how can I thank him now?

It took you a couple minutes to convince yourself to get onto your feet, but eventually, you did. This man saved your life, and you were absolutely determined to find him and thank him properly. You would do whatever it took. You would scour every cliffside in Liyue if you had to. He deserved more than your half-assed apology you'd given while you were still reeling with shock and fear.

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It took a lot of effort on your part, but you discovered who this masked adeptus was.

Your journey to get to this point had been strenuous, you wouldn't lie. You'd started off by raking through nearly every book you could find about the adepti in Liyue, skimming the pages for any hint of who it could have been that rescued you. That gave you some leads, but nothing concrete.

You had to run it by quite a few influential people with more knowledge than you had before finally deciding on who it must be - there was no other explanation. He had rescued you in Dihua Marsh, just outside Wangshu Inn. This masked yaksha you'd been reading of was known to linger there, patrolling for demons and watching over the citizens of Liyue.

Running this past the receptionist at the front desk of Wangshu Inn, you gained the new and fascinating knowledge that he often stayed there by his own free will. You'd always imagined adepti remained in the far distant cliffs, watching over Liyue but never interacting with it or it's people beyond that. Perhaps this was true of most of them, with a few exceptions, but this seemed to be a particularly peculiar case. What had drawn him to this place? The height of it, maybe?

You didn't allow yourself to contemplate it too long. You'd heard from Smiley Yanxiao that this hero was fond of almond tofu, so you paid him extra to prepare you a special batch just for this occasion.

There hadn't been a name for this yaksha listed in the books you'd read, but the lady at the front desk had called him Xiao. So, Xiao it was.

"Xiao! Xiao!"

You waited a moment, giving him the chance to answer your calls. When he showed no sign of arrival, you tried again. "Xiaoo!"

You lingered on the balcony, overlooking the plains where you'd first seen him. Trying not to deflate from disappointment, you gently set you platter of almond tofu on the table. You'd been warned not to get your hopes up, but you hadn't paid it as much mind as you likely should have.

"Well...I'm leaving this here for you. If you can hear me, I just wanted to say...thank you. For helping me," you muttered before turning to leave. Hopefully, if you came by tomorrow, it would be eaten, right? Then, at least this wouldn't have been a complete and utter waste of time.

"Thank you," a voice spoke out of the blue. You nearly jumped out of your skin, twisting around with a yelp to defend yourself against this mystery intruder. Instead of it being some murderer or creep, there he was, holding your plate of almond tofu and staring at you with a strangely impassive expression.

As if you'd known him your whole life, your muscles instantly relaxed upon seeing him. He was beautiful. Without that mask blocking it, you could see every inch of his face from his pale pink lips to the purple diamond that was dotted on his forehead, accentuating the golden, earthy glow of his eyes. He has that energy to him, like he's someone who is so effortlessly gorgeous but has no idea just how pretty he is.

You've always been one to love others for energy rather than petty physical beauty, and he felt just as beautiful as he looked. His voice put you at ease, soothing you to the core without needing even a second to do so.

"Why are you thanking me?" you asked breathlessly, certain that if you had even an ounce less self control, your jaw would have dropped to the floor. You felt silly, behaving this way, even if he was blissfully unaware of it. He seemed genuinely confused by your question, as if it were completely obvious.

"You went out of your way to find me, did you not?" He elegantly held the spoon you'd brought with you between his thumb and forefinger, scooping up a small bite - just the corner - and bringing it to his lips. As he savored the flavor, his eyes slipped shut.

That last bit of self control slipped away, and your jaw fell open - just slightly. This was not at all how you expected this to go. You'd expected him to be scary now that your mind had cleared of it's prior haze, with an aura that warned you to back off and leave this divine space immediately or something along that line.

You were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn't notice his eyes slipping open once more. He had taken to frowning at you, peering through a few stray strands of hair that shielded his eyes. "Are you frightened of me?"

He seemed genuinely concerned that he was somehow the cause of your fear. It wouldn't be unexpected, but it was always rather hurtful. Mortals were accustomed to fearing what they didn't understand or know, and that didn't exclude the adepti. People would long for their many gifts until it came time to ask them for it, and they would turn tail.

You refused to be another tally on his list, you wouldn't dream of it. "No!" You shook your head desperately, raising your hands in a placating manner. "Not at all, actually. I'm just glad that you...liked the dessert."

He paused for a moment, examining you. Then he nodded, scooped another bite into his mouth, and turned away. "I appreciate the gift, but you needn't thank me," he replied matter-of-factly, "This is my duty. It's my burden to bear."

The words hung in the air for a moment. He had come to rest on the railing, looking out at the greenery below. It seemed he had expected you to take your leave shortly after - whether out of boredom or fear you didn't know - and seemed genuinely confused when you assumed a position beside him.

To his credit, he indulged you. No words needed to be said between the two of you as he slowly devoured the meal, silent in his contentment.

You must have been spoiled with too much affection as a kid or something, because you could not for the life of you shake away the thoughts of embracing him. You weren't even friends. You were a mortal, just an ordinary citizen. He had saved you out of duty, nothing more, he'd said so himself. He was an adeptus, so far above you that you couldn't even begin to think of yourself on the same playing field. He must be indulging you out of sheer pity -

Before you could continue down that path of thought, you were startled back to reality by his spoon being placed on the glass plate, splitting the air with it's shrill ding.

He no longer had any reason to stay, but he lingered regardless. You couldn't even begin to fathom why at first, but as you peered into his amber eyes and followed their motion, you think you began to understand. "It must get lonely, huh?"

Xiao whipped his head around to face you, eyes widened slightly. "What must?"

You didn't want to make a fool of yourself in front of him. For all you knew, he had a large family of others just like him, and you had totally missed the mark. "Just...being an adeptus, I guess. People always talk about how blessed you are, but," you said, albeit awkwardly, "I think it must be lonely. You live such a long time, and... I don't ever hear about any of you having anybody to spend all that time with."

You could tell in his eyes that you struck a nerve, and he pulled away from the railing, letting the plate clatter onto the table behind him haphazardly. "Wait! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you!"

"You didn't offend me," Xiao grumbled, his arms crossed almost defensively over his chest. The sun was beginning to set, casting a golden glow over the land and making the wood of the balcony appear as if it were ablaze. "Mortals always think too much."

Now you were truly confused. Who knew adepti could be so moody. You felt it wasn't right to push him though, so you merely leaned against the banister and waited. You gave him all the time he needed to form his thoughts without so much as a single complaint. If you were reading this situation correctly, that would be exactly what he needed.

"It is best for me not to get close to others. This karma I carry around..." He trails off, studying his own hands. It seems to you that he's seeing something, staining them maybe, that you just can't see. "It's dangerous to others. Like a disease. You needn't burden yourself with the matters of the adepti, you'll only tire yourself out."

"I never got the chance to tell you how much it meant to me when you showed up the other day," you blurted out, your hand clenching tightly at your shirt where your heart resided just beyond. You seemed to startle him out of his sulking, causing him to turn and give you his full attention. You took full advantage of this, giving him your impassioned truth.

"You saved my life. That isn't any laughing matter, you know!" You leaned forward on your tip toes as if it would emphasize your words. "I'm not going to give up just because of that. I'm going to remind you as much as I can that you saved me. You're my hero, and we are going to be friends. Understood?"

You extended your hand for him to shake, watching as he stared back at you with thinly veiled surprise. "You know..." Xiao began slowly, "If there's one thing mortals are good at, it's being exceptionally stubborn."

You deflated. "Oh, come on! We don't have to be friends immediately or anything, but give me the chance to show you what it's like to not be lonely. Can you at least try?"

Your passionate tone must have touched something within his heart, and you saw a flash of something vulnerable flash behind his eyes. You wanted to preserve that hint of something true and almost tangible, to hold it within your hands and protect it from the world.

"Whatever that means..."

You brightened instantly. "Is that a yes?!"

"That is what I said, isn't it?"

You may not have gotten to hug him, but according to Verr Goldet - who nearly fainted from shock on the spot - this was ample progress already.

3

You didn't expect to see him here this late.

You'd become at least closely acquainted with Xiao in the past few weeks, refusing to let go of your persistence. He may not be the world's best conversationalist, leaving you to fill the silence with chatter all on your own, but he had a whole world behind his eyes. It was as if you could map the constellations swimming within them, reading them like a page from a storybook. He had so much he wanted to say, but he never did. You were determined to find out who he really was beneath this hard exterior.

Still, he hadn't called you a friend. That was to be expected, a few weeks in a lifespan of probably thousands of years did seem pretty miniscule in comparison. You just needed more time to show him all that you could offer.

You hadn't decided to go to Wangshu Inn that night for any particular purpose, just to stare at a sky full of stars from an easy to reach vantage point. You'd always found it fascinating how so many people could be looking up at the same sky and feel such a variety of different emotions. You never imagined he'd be there; he had never came without being called before.

"Xiao?"

He turned, but only enough so that you could tell he was acknowledging your presence. His eyes remained fixed on something far off in the distance, seeming oddly disconnected from reality. "What are you doing out here at this time of night?"

When he didn't reply, you cautiously approached. It was only upon further inspection that you saw the red eyeliner that was usually so carefully painted around his eyes had been smudged, likely with tears. Your heart cracked within your chest, aching at the mere notion that something may have brought him to the point of tears.

He seemed intent on ignoring your presence, eyes distant and posture tensed. You tried to follow his gaze to see what he might be looking at, but found it was nothing of importance. He must have been deep in thought, with his mind in some faraway land.

"The stars look beautiful tonight, don't they?"

You cursed yourself for saying something so utterly foolish. You were attempting, feebly, to distract him and take his mind off of whatever was plaguing him. It seemed to have at least some small effect, his eyes coming up to trace the outlines of the stars. You wanted to see them through his eyes. He seemed so unimpressed with them, but they were elegant and beautiful to you. They always held this aura of something unmistakably perfect, without a single flaw in sight, always casting their light upon the land.

"They're the same stars I see every night," Xiao commented briskly. You seemed to have snapped him back into reality and his gloved hand came up to wipe away at his eyeliner, but he only succeeded in smudging it further. With a dissatisfied grunt, he dropped his hands to his sides. "Why did you come here?"

You thought it over for a moment. You could tell him the truth, but it would likely be quite unimpressive. Whatever was hurting him so much must be unimaginable to you; it was hard to believe it could be any petty inconvenience. "It's a pretty boring reason, really," you admitted breathily, "I just wanted to look at the sky."

He let out a quiet hum of acknowledgement, frowning briefly as he seemed to comprehend your words. You weren't content to leave this as it was. This was your chance - and maybe your only one - to step into his shoes for a moment, to truly understand like you'd longed for since the moment you laid eyes on him.

There was a tingling sensation that bubbled in your stomach. Fear. Fear that whatever was strong enough to trouble an adeptus would drag you to your knees, too heavy to hold as a mortal. You shuffled your feet, tilting your head down to look at the floor as you spoke.

"You could always tell me why you're upset, if that might help," you offered gently. You weren't sure if you wanted him to or not. As much as you wanted to preserve your own sanity, you wanted to be someone who can see right through him. You wanted to be someone he could rely on. Your mind was set on it, and despite your anxiety, you decided you hoped he would trust you. Just this once. Even if it hurt you.

"You shouldn't concern yourself with the matters of the adepti," Xiao replied, but it lacked his usual bite, "Besides, you wouldn't want to speak to me anymore if you knew the truth."

If that was meant to turn you off it, it did the opposite. You could show him, you told yourself, you could show him that he could be accepted despite it. "Try me," you nearly demanded, "What's the harm? If I leave, then I leave, right?"

For the first time the whole night, he faced you properly. His expression was soft but distant, almost fond, but uncertain. He was holding back from you, and you wanted more than anything to destroy that dam. You didn't care if it washed you away with the sheer force of it's waves, it would be worth it.

"The harm is that it would likely be very disturbing to you." He sounded concerned, and you had the audacity to smile. His eyes widened in surprise, before slowly morphing back into his usual deadpan. "Like I said," you replied, "Try me."

He looked you up and down, considering you. You could almost hear the cogwheels turning in his head, weighing his options. In the end, he sighed.

You would have thought it was a rejection, but he started speaking. "I can always hear them. It's worse in my dreams, they follow me wherever I go," he began, almost cautiously, "I always want to sleep. To just go to bed and stay that way for a long time. But I can't, because they taunt me."

"Who taunts you?" you whisper uncertainly, unsure if you should offer him any further comfort. His hands come to rest on the railing.

"I've done terrible things, [Name]," he admitted, a sad smile on his face, "It doesn't matter if I was following orders or if I was forced to. I've slaughtered countless innocent people and devoured their dreams. Dreams are what mortals like you cling to. They're pure things, most of the time, and I took that from them."

By the end of his sentence, his eyes are clenched tightly, as if he can't bear the weight of his own words. His voice had trailed off with a despondent crack, laden with emotion. "No matter how much good I do, it won't be enough to make up for it. Saving you was nothing compared to the harm I've done."

You want to tell him, it wasn't nothing to me, but you decide against it. Your words would feel hollow and empty in comparison to his own. Nobody can take that kind of pain away from somebody, no matter how good their intentions may be. It just can't be done.

"This isn't something I can pay off. Taking the lives of people who have done nothing to deserve that fate, is a debt I'll never be rid of." He swallows hard, and you aren't sure if you should hope he cries or not. He deserves to let those feelings out, but you aren't sure you could handle it.

"There's this empty feeling inside me that I can't wash away," he admits, clutching at the fabric of his skin-tight shirt. "I can't get rid of it. No matter what I do."

His voice had the tone of someone who has been in pain for years. In so much pain. He had suffered more than enough to make up for whatever exactly it was he'd done, and you wanted to tell him so, but it would have never made a difference. You can't teach someone not to hate themself, you knew that as well as anyone.

Silence hung heavy in the air, only broken by his labored breathing. You wondered half-heartedly if you should try to touch him, maybe take his hand or pat him on the shoulder. You didn't think he'd enjoy that very much, but was it worth a shot?

"Can I hug you?" You asked, punctuating it with a nervous huff of laughter. He doesn't reply for a moment, but steadily his eyes meet your own. You aren't sure if you're imagining the way he turns away quickly to hide a growing pink on his cheeks.

"You shouldn't," he says, clearing his throat, "My karmic debt isn't a laughing matter, especially not when you're without a vision."

You pout and you're honestly glad he's turned away. That way he can't see you sulking. "Well..." You start, crossing your arms, "For what it's worth, I don't think you're unforgivable."

He makes no effort to acknowledge you, but you continue despite that. "When you helped me, you didn't need to. You went out of your way to help me, and it would have made no difference whether I lived or died that day. You still came and saved me," you spoke with such a passion that it only felt right to place your hand over your heart, "I look at you and I only see good. You don't have to see it, too, but I do."

"Saving you was my-" He begins. You're more than sick of hearing that statement come out of his mouth. "Yes, I know it was your duty. It doesn't change anything, not everybody makes it their job to protect people, you know. Especially when they don't get anything in return."

Your praise seemed to fluster him based on the grunt he gave as a response. He didn't need to say a single word more, you understood - at least, on a basic level - how he was feeling. You were careful not to push into his personal space too much for the rest of the evening, but you stuck with him.

By the end of it, you'd managed to pull a genuine smile to his lips. It may have been a little thing, nearly imperceptible to someone who wasn't observing him so closely, but it meant the world to you.

You'd get that hug next time for sure.

4

It'd been a long time since you felt so worn down. Since the moment you woke up, your throat had been sore and scratchy. You'd figured it had been from disuse, but it persisted throughout the day.

You felt hot and cold at the same time, alternating between the two in flashes. You also just felt so completely exhausted despite getting a decent 8 hours of sleep the night prior.

Despite how your body seemed to beg to collapse onto a comfortable bed, you thought you could push through the day. Xiao had accompanied you on some commissions for the Adventurers Guild this morning that you'd taken to make some extra mora. It had become customary for him to tag along with you over these past few months, insisting that it was too dangerous to go alone and you'd be done faster with him anyway.

You always figured you'd have to be the one asking him to join you on outings. You weren't sure if Xiao had noticed you'd been struggling to keep up today, but if he did, he didn't say so out loud.

"Am I hot?" You asked finally. If you had a fever, at least you'd be able to give yourself an excuse to turn back and forfeit the remaining mora. You couldn't deny your illness if that was the case. Katheryne would just have to be understanding, and hopefully she wouldn't be hesitant to assign you in the future.

Xiao stared at you, wide-eyed and stammering. "I-uh..." His face had gone completely aflame, red dusting him from his cheeks to the bridge of his nose. You frowned, too weary to try and figure out what you might have said to bother him this time. "Come on, do I have a fever or not?"

His jaw fell open. "Oh," he said, his voice cracking slightly. You had not a single clue what had gotten him so worked up, so you just tried to withhold your impatience for the time being. You'd normally be far more patient of him, always being the understanding one who would be empathetic to his awkward tendencies. You weren't really in the mood right now, nearly swaying on your feet with the effort of not falling over.

Xiao cleared his throat before gently tugging his glove of with his teeth, biting down on the tip of cloth at his index finger. He placed his now-bare hand on your forehead, brushing back your hair. All the while, his eyes remained fixated on the ground. His posture was so stiff that you were sure even poking him would cause him to tip over like a marble statue.

His hand felt cold against your scorching skin, bringing you relief from your internal sweltering heat. "You definitely have a fever," he commented finally, but as he went to pull away, you stumbled towards him.

On instinct alone, he lunged forward to catch you before you hit the grass. "Why wouldn't you tell me that you were sick?" You let out a half-hearted ground, just reveling in the feeling of his cool skin against your own. Xiao sighed, using his free hand to rub at his forehead. "Mortals are so reckless with their lives."

Without another word, he was gently pulling away, leaving you to kneel on the ground. You whined at the loss of contact, feebly grasping at the air where he'd been a moment earlier. "I'm taking you to Bubu Pharmacy, take my hand."

You were mid-motion of taking his hand when your sickly mind supplied you with an idea. "I'll only do it if you let me hug you." You had a smug half-smile on your face, eyes narrowed in what you thought was faux threateningly - but really just looked silly. Xiao raised an eyebrow, utterly unimpressed. "What is it with you and hugs?"

You shrugged.

A moment passed, then another. Xiao reached down and took your hand for you, and suddenly you were sitting in front of Bubu Pharmacy. You groaned, feigning annoyance. "Oh come on, that was cheating!"

"Stay here, I'll get Baizhu," Xiao called over his shoulder as he walked away from you. You did as you were told, sitting obediently and waiting.

On the bright side, at least he cared enough to enter a public place for your sake, right? It gave you little comfort. You really did want that hug.

While thinking over the experience, being given plenty of time while Xiao was no doubt relaying the situation to Baizhu, you came to a startling realization. You had asked him if you were hot. You hadn't explicitly stated you were asking about a fever.

Suddenly, his blushing made a whole lot more sense. The small friendship you'd built with him may have been enough for him to take your hand and tag along on your commissions, but it certainly wasn't the kind of friendship that warranted asking him if he thought you were attractive.

You would have sunk into embarrassment if it wasn't for one small fact. He hadn't immediately brushed you off or told you no, it seemed like the answer may have been...yes. Or at the very least, not such an obvious no.

When Xiao and Baizhu returned, he clicked his tongue. "Yes, yes. They do look quite flushed, I'll take it from here."

You didn't have it in you to tell Baizhu that you may have been a bit more flushed than usual with this newfound knowledge in mind. Baizhu took your hand and gently helped you up, leading you in. You didn't pay much mind to Xiao at first, still pretty distracted, but he called after you.

"They'll be fine, though?"

Both you and Baizhu turned. Xiao looked almost bashful, staring at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Your heart warmed. He was worried about you.

"Oh yes, don't trouble yourself," Baizhu assured, "I'm sure it's nothing serious."

You may not have gotten that hug, but this was good enough.

5

You'd known him for over a year now, and you finally were secure in your friendship. It wasn't out of the ordinary for you to visit, sometimes bringing almond tofu with you, and just chat. He'd listen, mostly, but he'd even begun to add his own input from time to time. He was comfortable, maybe even fond.

"Hey, I brought almond tofu if you want some," you greeted, not surprised in the slightest to find him waiting for you on the balcony. He was always here at this time, always prepared to spend the afternoon with you.

He didn't speak. Instead, he handed you a paper bag, taking his almond tofu as well as if it were an exchange. You frowned. He didn't normally, or ever really, bring anything along to your meetings. You hoped that it was something cute or sweet, like a dessert or some little trinket.

Thankfully, your hopes weren't unjustified. You carefully pulled out a box of your favorite candies, all selected from different stores. He would have had to unwrap them and select this small box separately, trying to make it the perfect gift. You grinned widely, pulling the box close to your chest and letting the bag drop to your feet. "Xiao! You remembered!"

He pressed his lips into a thin line, fighting off a smile. "Of course I did." He made himself look busy by placing a spoonful of almond tofu into his mouth. Despite how much he tried to look unbothered, you saw right through it - just like you'd always wanted.

"This is the nicest thing ever! Did you go into the harbor just for me?" Your voice held an unmistakable note of fondness, not even attempting to hide your excitement. Your pride was not something you were afraid to lose.

He nodded, eyes betraying mirth. "I simply wanted to do something nice for you, it's not a big deal."

It was a big deal. For both of you. He never went into Liyue Harbor unless absolutely necessary, he'd even told you so himself. As for you, you would have never expected when you met him all that time ago that he'd one day be buying you candy. Just for the sake of making you smile.

You would have thrown yourself at him and squeezed, but you didn't dare risk ruining the moment. When he was ready to hug you, he would, and you'd resigned yourself to that. "This means so much to me, thank you," you gushed, hoping it conveyed just how grateful you were, "I really mean it."

You weren't oblivious to the way he smiled when he thought you weren't looking, hiding his grin behind his hand as he ate. You resumed your position beside him shortly, both of you leaning against the rails. There was a distinct change behind his eyes. When you'd met, they'd been swarmed with self-doubt and fear. Fear of himself, most likely, fear he would hurt you. Perhaps fear of what he'd lost, and losing again.

That was still there, mixed within his concoction of veiled emotion. But now, there was something else. Fondness, maybe, but something else as well. You couldn't pinpoint what it was, but it filled you with warmth. You hoped it remained there for as long as you'd know him.

+1

You were really looking forward to coming home to Liyue. The Windblume Festival in Mondstadt had been very fun, of course, and you'd enjoyed meeting up with some long distance friends. It just wasn't home, and you felt you'd way overstayed. You meant to be there for a week, maybe two, but it had stretched the duration of a month accidentally. You truly hadn't intended to be there for such a lengthy period, but things happen, you suppose.

Your first stop since dropping your things back at home was Wangshu Inn. It's not as if you could address letters to an adeptus, so it had been a long month without so much as seeing his face or hearing his voice. You hoped he'd missed you as much as you'd missed him.

As you expected, he wasn't there when you stepped out onto the balcony. He wouldn't be waiting on you, not after you'd been gone far longer than expected. "Xiao?"

Halfway through saying his name, he'd appeared before you, accompanied by his usual shroud of thick black smoke which dissipated after a few moments. His eyes were wide, as if he were seeing a ghost.

You concluded he must be surprised to see you, and you smiled brightly. As you opened your mouth to greet him, he made two long strides towards you before engulfing you in his arms. It feels like your feet have grown roots, tying you to the ground as if it's where you rightfully belong. Right here.

Any words you might have had on the tip of your tongue dissolve. He's clutching at your clothing desperately, his chin resting on your shoulder and his soft hair tickling your neck. Barely a beat passes since you began to raise your hands up to hold him as well, and he pulls away from you as if you've turned scalding hot.

His eyes are wild and shocked. It's as though he can't even begin to believe he just did that, and his mouth hangs open just barely. "I missed you," he says in a breath, releasing it all from his lungs. He sounds like he'd been struggling to hold that in for all this time, battling internally if he should or shouldn't say it.

You still haven't recovered. He hugged you. It was what you wanted all this time, but it came and went in a flash. Your body felt magnetically pulled to his own, as if it was meant to be this close - this pleasant - all along. If it couldn't go the way you wanted, you would try it again.

With one swift step, you've taken him into your arms again, holding him close to your chest. He's stiff at first, but he melts into you with time. His muscles are so loose that you could be persuaded that he's unburdened, almost youthful again, like he's never suffered at all.

His hands come up to your back, pulling you tighter against him. You take the opportunity to stroke the back of his hair, twirling the mussed strands between your fingers. Your other hand absentmindedly runs up and down his back, tracing the outline of his muscles. "I missed you more," you whispered into the exposed skin of his shoulder. Your lips brush against his skin, and your breath fans back against your own face.

It's only this physical proof that convinces you that you aren't dreaming this whole thing. It feels like both mere seconds and centuries have passed when you pull away, but you don't back off completely. Your forehead rests against his own briefly, just reveling in the contact.

His hands come to find your own, squeezing tightly. He must have been telling the truth; he really did miss you. If you'd known he would behave this way, you would have stayed away longer. Maybe then, he would have blessed you with a kiss.

You imagine how it would feel to have his lips against your own, your fingers in his hair, his hands on your waist. Xiao slowly retracts his forehead from your own, and you can see the golden glow of his eyes, accentuated by the setting sun.

He'll most likely be completely humiliated by this in hindsight, but you'll never regret it. Not in a million years. If anything, you've simply set your sights on gaining that kiss now.

Yes. That would be your new goal. That, and many more hugs to come.

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how they show jealousy (genshin + mystic messenger)

ft :: childe, scaramouche, xiao, yoosung x gn!reader

→ this was going to be strictly genshin characters but omg yoosung, my love <3 I'm a sucker for him. should I make an nsfw version?

CHILDE

━ whenever he's jealous over you hanging out with anyone, you can bet that he's just going to be third wheeling you the entire time. he can't help it !! and he doesn't do it in a snobby "I want to ruin your fun" kind of way, but he's your boyfriend right? so yeah, he's going to be following behind you and your friend like a puppy and be making small comments, trying to join in on the fun. he'll literally pop out of nowhere and be like "hey what a coincidence!"

━ when the two of you are finally alone you'll hear him sigh in relief. if you point out what he was doing, childe will just pretend to not have a clue of what you're accusing him of. "what? no way! I promise, I just happened to see the two of you walking when I looked out the window. I'm glad I got to say hi to your friend."

"you're glad you got to say hi? childe, you did way more than just that." you playfully hit his arm, finding his jealous side oddly cute. "you were definitely bragging that entire time."

"was not." childe retorted.

"was too!"

"...was not."

then he pulls you close and kisses you sweetly on the lips with a smile <33

━ childe doesn't get insecure over the situation that caused him jealousy because he's pretty confident, trusts you completely, and knows his worth, but not in a cocky way. he knows he still needs to put in effort, so without even realizing it, he'll get a lot more touchy and sentimental with you after the situation. he'll keep playfully flirting with you (his specialty), telling you that he loves you, and keep holding you close.

SCARAMOUCHE

━ he gets really moody !! but he's conflicted because on one hand he wants to be upset at you and make that very clear, but at the same time he just wants to be consoled? and he doesn't quite know how to express his feelings clearly without it looking like he cares TOO much, so he just resorts to making snarky remarks at you, like, "oh? why don't you go talk to them again?" and "I'm surprised you even have time to be here considering how many times they ask you to hang out." OR "back from your little date?"

━ the MOMENT you head over to scaramouche and kiss him, he'll immediately melt, with all the jealous thoughts swarming in his head beginning to fade away as he focuses on the present and the affection you're gifting to him. his fear of abandonment is slowly being healed, because you're showing him the concept of trust and loyalty again.

━ he makes it way too easy to tell he's jealous. he doesn't show it in the nicest way, or in a manner that's a form of healthy communication. he's scared you'll leave him, but he won't tell you because vulnerability still scares him

XIAO

━ xiao himself doesn't quite understand the feeling of jealousy, but he does get it very often. it's mostly because of the way he sees others interact with you oh so perfectly, while he still struggles with communication and building proper relationships. he's scared someone will charm you enough to finally make you leave him.

━ shows his jealousy by becoming more distant, because he doesn't know if he's worthy of fighting for you and he doesn't want to get hurt. so his sentences will get shorter, and his touches will become softer to the touch until you can no longer feel them. it's hard to reach him when he's in an emotional slump, but just the fact that you're with him shows that it isn't an obstacle or deal breaker for you. you just have to accept the fact that he needs time to come around

━ in times like these you can comfort him by expressing that you want him to accompany you to town events, or that you want to show him off to people. it sounds silly but it makes him feel so included, because he feels like an outcast </3

YOOSUNG

━ he doesn't get angry or possessive, just very sad and insecure. he'll need a lot of reassurance in any way possible from you— whether it's comforting him verbally and telling him not to worry, or by latching onto him and smothering him with kisses until he cracks a smile and returns back to his cheerful self

━ he feels dejected whenever he sees you post a picture or any form of media with someone he feels could threaten your relationship. he'll just sulk under some blankets and obsess over the post, sending you some text messages and asking when you're coming back. and yeah, you can definitely tell his change of mood just by his texts because he stops using emojis and cute sentences– he basically makes it really obvious without even trying to

━ it would definitely be for the best if you introduced him to whoever the person was, otherwise he'd have a slight obsession with trying to figure out who they are himself

━ gets very clingy !! like as soon as you're back and have given him proper reassurance, he won't leave you alone for the rest of the day. he just wants to lounge on the sofa while cuddling together and watching something on tv, or maybe sit next to each other under the same blanket while playing a multiplayer video game together.

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Language barried fanfic (Xiao x gn reader)

🍋This inspired by @eroslove88 but their fanfic was really horny and I wanted to write one that is more wholesome lol- since I feel like it fits Xiao more.🍋

Xiao x Gender neutral reader (I am so in love with this man 💋💋💋) it's modern au kind of? Sorry if I make any mistakes:))) Disclaimer - I do NOT speak Chinese, but well google translate does so this is that basically. I hope it all translated correctly :''').

So summary -

Xiao moves to a new school as a transfer student and the teacher makes him sit next to y/n (SHOCKER!!! OMG!!! SUCH PLOTTWIST!!!DRUMROLL)

So they befriend Xiao.

Xiao speaks Chinese and English and y/n wants to learn the language so they can speak Chinese with him. They have been friends for some time now.

Y/n and Xiao sat in the library. Xiao had gotten a Chinese translation book and he was teaching them some basic words, because y/n begged him a lot of times and he got annoyed so he decided to finally agree.

"So now that you know the basics, try saying something..." He said pointing at the book in front of them.

"But I can't..." Y/n whined.

"Hm. Then I will just leave." He said with a stoic expression.

"Nonono!!!" Y/n exclaimed. "Please okay...uh can you start by saying something?"

Xiao sighed."你很笨."

"Oh uhhh...I have no idea what that...means" y/n looked dumbfounded

"You will figure it out someday." Xiao looked at the ceiling.

"Heeey I thought you were meant to teach me, not keep it a secret..." Y/n looked at Xiao, furrowing their brows.

"Find out what it means yourself." Xiao said, his gaze at the book. "Go on."

Y/n looked through the pages, trying to figure it out.

"You are dumb...? HEY!" Xiao chuckled.

"Yeah. Good job."

Y/n punched his arm lightly.

"Okay, okay. I will try to say something...你好你好吗?"

Xiao nodded. "我内心快死了"

"oh what did that mean, did you uhhh say you are doing good???'' y/n smiled awkwardly.

"No, I said I am dying on the inside" he said, with a deadpan expression.

"Ouhhhkayyy." Y/n smiled awkwardly. "Glad I am making you feel that way"

"Next. Go. Say something again." Xiao crossed his arms.

"Okay, aaa uhhh???...我很臭 ?"

Xiao chuckled. "Yeah, that's correct."

"Really???" They smiled.

"It's true that you are...smelly." Xiao laughed a little.

"WHAT NO I TRIED SAYING THAT I AM HAPPY, NOT...SMELLY!!!" They covered their face with their hands.

"Well at least you were honest". Xiao smiled.

They chuckled. "Whatever...say something more complex, I like listening to you speak."

"Alright, this is going to be the last thing for the day because It's getting late and I have to go... Okay, this one is more complex I guess. 我爱你 "

...a very small hint of a blush appeared on his face.

"Ohhh what did that mean?" Y/n said, they were completely clueless.

Xiao pretended like he was coughing.

"I will uhhh tell you some...other time. I have to go. Bye."

'hm. Why did he leave so quickly was it something dumb?' they thought to themselves.

Grabbing all their books, they left the library,very confused.

(The next day)

"Xiao!" They waved at him.

"Hi" he nodded.

"Thanks for the lesson yesterday." They smiled.

"I wouldn't call it a lesson...but no worries." He said with a stoic expression.

They took a deep breath in.

"I just wanted to say one thing before I go off for class...I learned it yesterday. 我也爱你 " they smiled.

The realization hit Xiao.

"So you...did translate what I said??? Forget it, I just uhm wanted to say something different...since you wanted something more... complex" He blushed a little.

They chuckled. "Yeah...whatever you say. Still I appreciated it."

They kissed his hand and ran off to class.Xiao just sat there flabbergasted, until the bell brought him back to reality. He smiled to himself a little and hurried towards his next class.

THANKS FOR READING!!! this is my first fanfiction and you know I had to include MY MAN💋💋💋 (real) in there. The fanfic itself isn't the best but I had fun so who cares!!! >:PPP So yeah, bye. Drink water and have a nice day/night.

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Hello, could you maybe do one shots of Xiao and whoever else you like saying “who hurt you”? I love the work you put out so far, and I’m really curious to see what you right. 😁

A price to be paid

Characters Included: Xiao, Wanderer/Scaramouche, Kazuha, Tighnari

Summary: When they notice you being hurt, no matter if physically or emotionally, they will stop at nothing, to make you smile again..

Content: established relationship; gender neutral reader; swearing; Scara is being refered to as Kunikuzushi/Kuni; talk about violence; physical and emotional wounds; not proof read yet

Word count: 2.1k words

Well... I said I wouldn't be taking any requests for the time being, and I still stand by that, I am NOT taking requests as of now. Maybe in the future, if work stuff calms down a little. But, with that being said, I read that comment and instantly had some ideas in my head, so I decided to write it anyway.

Since you didn't specify any other characters except for Xiao, I just went with some of my faves, who just so happen to be most of the anemo boys😂

I tried to keep it short and simple this time around, it worked more or less. And as always, I hope you enjoy reading!

Xiao

One of the most protective boys in my opinion

I mean, it's basically 90% of his personality (I say this in a loving way)

Sure, he is devoted to Liyue and Rex Lapis, but you? That's a whole nother story

Would go to the end of the world and back for you of you wanted him to

Absolutely nothing he wouldn't do

So, when someone dares to harm you, in whatever way, his inital instinct would be to seek out that person to... "talk" to them

Don't worry, he won't kill them. He swore to never kill another human (but that doesn't mean he can't hurt or scare them)

You'll have to talk Xiao out of going after them (depending on what they did to you)

Please try to understand him though, he just wants to make sure that you are fine, he couldn't handle to loose another loved one

Very awkward and unsure in how to give you comfort. He never really had to deal with these kinds of emotions

Will ask you what you need from him and he will do that for you

It was like second nature for Xiao to keep a watchful eye on you at all times. Not in a stalker-type of way. He knew when to keep his distance and he had other things to do as well. But he still watched out for you, to make sure that you were safe.

You were one of the only good things in his life, after all. What good would he be if he couldn't even protect you, the one most dear in his heart, though he still had his troubles showing and expressing that fact from time to time.

But his worry and devotion to you became all the more clear to you when one day, he returned to Wangshuu Inn, finding you there on the balcony while you cried your heart out.

Xiao's inital shock quickly faded as he ran over to you, carefully picked you up from the floor and brought you over to a room that Verr Goldet has granted him a while ago but he rarely used for himself.

You continued to cry into his shoulder, dampening his shirt, but he didn't care. Right now, you were his number one priority.

Unsure of what to do, he opted to slowly putting his hand on your head. He silently let you cry it all out until you finally calmed down a little bit.

Once you did, he slowly pushed you away just a little bit, gently putting his hands on your cheeks as he looked at you with a stern expression.

"Who did that to you? Who hurt you?"

But you just shook your head in response. "That's not important right now. I just... Can you stay with me? Please..?"

So he did. He stayed close by your side, the entire night and in the morning, he was still there right by you. Although he did want to set out and find whoever was responsible for making you feel that way, you always came first.

And, just to give you a little bit of extra comfort, he held you just a little bit closer than he usually would, just so you would feel safe and cared for.

Scaramouche/Wanderer

That person better start running

He would NOT go easy on them

If he sees you hurt in whatever way, shape or form, he will make the person responsible for this, pay

Although he left his life as Scaramouche, the Sixth of the Fatui Harbingers, behind him, didn't mean that he was a total good guy all of a sudden

No, there were still some traces of that life in him, and sometimes, with a good reason of course, it felt good to act on those thoughts and feelings every once in a while

However, he will make sure that you are taken care of first before he sets out to seek revenge in your name

The Wanderer was in the comfort of your shared home, awaiting your return from the last of your commissions. He was looking forward to a relaxed evening with you in his arms and no one to disrupt.

However, as the door to your home swung open more violently than it usually did, he already had a strange gut feeling that something was off.

Nonetheless, he still went to check it out, only to be frozen in place when he saw you standing in the doorway, one hand holding onto your stomach, while blood seeped through your clothing.

"K-kuni..", you managed to whisper, before your knees gave out. He quickly rushed to your side, catching you before you could crash to the floor. Aftee that, he scooped you up and ran like the devil himself was after him. He needed to get you help.

But first...

"Y/N, I need to know... who hurt you?"

You looked up at him, seeing the always focused and serious expression on his face. But if you listened closely, you could hear the faintest tremble in his voice. Like he was scared of losing you (which he was, he just never would admit to it out loud).

You were able to mumble the name of your attacker before you couldn't hold on anymore and fell into unconsciousness. But that was enough for him.

As soon as he dropped you of at the Bimarsthan and made sure the doctors and nurses there were caring for you, the mask quickly fell of his face, as his gaze turned darker and more sinister than it has in a while.

He left Sumeru City within the hour to track down the person responsible. Preparations weren't necessary for him. For the worst that he could do to that person, he was able to do with his bare hands..

..

It took the Wanderer two days to find your attacker, but he managed it. Archons, how pathetic they sounded when they begged him for their life.

He did spare them (he swore to never go back to his old ways after all) but that didn't mean that he couldn't fuck them up a little bit. And he did. They may have wished they were dead by the end of it, but the Wanderer would not grant them that wish.

..

After returning to Sumeru City, he immediatly went to the Bimarsthan, to check on your condition.

The doctors informed him that you were doing good, but you were still weak and sleeping most of the time.

He stayed by your bedside the entire time you were there, drifting in and out if sleep. He never let you out of his sight, watching over you and making sure you woulh heal well.

Often times, when you were fast asleep, he would press light kisses on the back of your hand, mostly to reassure himself that you were fine and not going to leave him behind anytime soon.

Kazuha

Kazuha is a compassionate guy and it shows in the way he cares for you

He always puts your comfort before his own, no matter the circumstances

Didn't like how crowded the place got? Don't worry, he will get you out of there in no time

Bored? He will always have a poem or a soft tune ready for you to listens to

You have an activity you want to do with him? Best believe he is more than excited to follow your lead and share another beautiful moment with you

Kazuha knows how to handle his words and actions. He is a controlled guy, it's very hard to get him upset or something of the sort

You are, and will always be, his number one priority. Nothing could be more important to him, than you

When Kazuha found you in the room that you two had rented for the time you were Staying in Liyue Harbor, he could already hear your quiet sniffling.

He knew youbwere trying to keep yourself silent, so he wouldn't notice and worry too much about you.

But you must have forgotten that he was your boyfriend for a reason. It was quite literally his job to worry and care for you. So for you to try and hide how you felt, he felt a little insulted himself.

But alas, it wasn't about him right now.

He slowly opened the bedroom door, only a few lights iluminating your figure sitting on the bed. You heard the door opening and instantly froze, frantically trying to wipe your tears, but they only kept coming.

And before you knew it, your wrists were held in the hands of your lover, who sat down next to you, quielty looking at you.

"My dear.. What happened to you? Who hurt you?", he asked, his voice sounding as gentle and calm as always.

"No one important", you muttered. "Just some random guy.. he was making some comments and.. some of them really hurt.."

As you explained the situation to Kazuha, tears started to form again as you recalled the interaction. You didn't want to cry over some stupid shit like that, but your body seemed to think different about it.

"Shhh, it's alright, my love.", Kazuha said as he pulled you closer to him, placing your head onto his neck, while he slowly played with your hair.

"You are safe here. Let it all out, it's going to be okay. I'm here for you." He continued to whisper sweet little things into your ear as you cried until you felt better about it.

Kazuha kept stroking your hair and your back, soothing you while also silently reassuring you of his presence and that he wasn't gonna leave you alone, ever.

Tighnari

I feel like in Tighnari's case, if you are his partner or even his mate, his more primal instincts would want to take over

If he sees you hurt in any way, he would have to hold himself back to not just attack the first person he sees

Tries to stay calm and rational but is extremely worried about you

Once he's sure that it's nothing life threatening, he's more calm and able to listen to what has happened

Will treat you like you're made of glass for the next few days

It can be annoying, but please bear with him. He just wants to make sure that you will be fine

Depending on what happened, he might go on a little bit of a rant on how to be more careful and avoid such a situation the next time

Will cuddle uo to you and hold you tightly every chance he gets after this incident

"Master Tighnari, we need your help in the infirmary. Someone got hurt while out on patrol in the forest."

The forest watcher couldn't help but sigh as he was dragged away from his own work. Didn't they know how to take care of injured people? He did teach most of them, so why did they need him? Maybe he should hold another course, so that they can learn and do this stuff themselves.

But once he entered the hut, he realised why they went to get him.

There you were, sitting on the bed, an open wound on your left arm. Collei was by your side, trying to clean it, while the pain of it was obvious on your face.

The other forest rangers left the hut as soon as Tighnari entered, but he didn't care for them. He quickly rushed to your side and fell to his knees on the ground, his ears slightly dropped downwards.

"My flower.. what happened to you? Who did that?", he asked, almost impatient to hear your answer.

"Relax, Nari. It's not that big of a deal. I got surprised by a grouo of fungi, but they have been dealt with.", you told him.

Hearing that, his tense state relaxed a bit, bjt his worry was still very much present in the way he looked at you.

"Collei, I'll be taking over from here. Thanks for your work. Could you go to my cottage and grab me the stuff from my desk?"

"Of course, Master!", the young forest ranger said as she hurriedly walked out, leaving you two alone. As he said, Tighnari took over in cleaning the rest of the wound and bandaging it up nicely.

While doing so, he often glanced up to you and you reassured him every time that you were alright, except for the pain in your arm.

He may be quiet now, but you better expect some form of lecture or rant at the end of the day about the hidden dangers in fungi or something of the sort...

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you do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting

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a redraw of an old xiao drawing of mine :D 🍃

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wanted to draw my faves together

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Mmmmm final countdown for my favorite grumpy boy to come home

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fluffy hcs?

some really random hcs that are more like word vomit. All for Xiao and fluff only :)

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Xiao visibly melts when you kiss the purple mark on his forehead. Forehead kisses hold much more kindness in them to him, he loves them.

He notices whenever you wear a different color of lipstick, and may or may not "accidently" smear it while giving you an unusually bold kiss on the lips. He just has the urge to do that.

Gets addicted to holding your hand whenever your not in a public area, he can't go 5 seconds without it or he'll deflate.

If you're taller than him, he sometimes adjusts his shoes to higher platforms just to see if you'll notice that he looks taller.

If your clearly having a rough day he'll go out and do some of your daily commissions so you can rest and take a break.

Gets used to you visiting him at a set time. Makes sure that he's nearby Wangshu inn or in it when its the time of day where you usually visit him. He doesn't want to miss you when you get to the inn.

Will occasionally bring back a flower or two because it reminded him of you.

Comes back late at night to see you curled up in a ball holding a stuffed animal and sleeping. He carefully takes the plushie out of your hands and replaces it with himself. He just wants to be held by you after the long night and day.

Makes small gusts of wind that you mistake as a breeze whenever he hears you complain about the heat.

Has a flower crown adorned on his head that you made for him in a field of flowers. He doesn't even notice it for a while, as you placed it on him when he dozed off in the peacefulness of the field you were both in.

Starts to get in the habit of tidying himself up before meeting you. It was something he did almost subconsciously, because of how much you complimented him.

More of a listener than a speaker, but will try to speak a little more often if you note how you like his voice, or how you find it calming to hear him.

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yea idk these are just a jumble of ideas that i've had in the past few days.

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10 Things I Hate About You

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x gn!reader / Enid Sinclair x sibling!reader

Summary: Wednesday discovers that she likes it when you make her blush hates you.

Warnings: just fluff and kissing I believe. Probably ooc Wednesday again.

Word Count: 1.0k

Wednesday almost stabbed you when you dragged her into a supply closet.

You had intercepted her walk to her next lesson with Miss Thornhill. Before she could say anything you kissed her and she melted ever so slightly. Her hands came up to your face, holding your cheeks with her soft hands as you wrapped your arms around her waist.

When you broke away, she stared at you in confusion as if she was telling you to explain the reasoning behind your actions. “You looked stressed at lunch.” You shrugged. All this talk of figuring out who The Hyde is and Gomez being arrested for murder. “I wanted to help.”

“So you dragged me into the janitor’s closet to kiss me?” Wednesday scoffed, her heart beating far too fast. She reached for the light and you gasped, tilting your head. “What?” She asked.

“You…” You pulled a mirror out of your bag and handed it to her.

Wednesday looked at you skeptically before looking down and also gasping. “What’s happening to me?” She asked dramatically, pinching and moving her cheeks. “Why is there colour on my face?” Wednesday frowned. I opened my mouth to speak, but she rushed out of the closet to Enid.

You sighed and left the closet after, turning to Rowan, Ajax, and Xavier who laughed. “That’s gotta be a metaphor or something.” Xavier said and you looked up at the sign that read ‘CLOSET’ above you. “Congrats on coming out of the closet, y/n.” He nodded to you. You held up your middle finger at them, walking to your dorm.

You didn’t see Wednesday for nearly a week after that. Clearly had blushing spooked her because she also had not been attending her lessons. You went to confront your sister about it, but she just squealed and ran away. She was no help whatsoever.

Finally, on Friday, five days later, you sat down for lunch with your friends and your sister. She leaned over and whispered. “Wednesday is mad at you for making her blush and if she finds out that I’m telling you this she will ‘up out my larynx and tear off your auricles,’ okay? So don’t tell her.” She pointed a breadstick at you.

“Hm.” You said proudly, holding your head up high. “Tell me everything.”

“Well…” Enid started.

‘Wednesday rushed to her dorm and slammed the door shut, startling Enid. She looked in your compact mirror once more, looking distraught. “Help me.” Wednesday said to Enid when she stood up and made her way over.

“What exactly do you need help with?” Enid asked in confusion.

“My face has colour. Get it off.” Wednesday said seriously with a glare. Enid froze for a second before doubling over in a fit of laughter. Wednesday squinted at her in annoyance ask Enid wiped her tears.

The laughter didn’t stop for three more minutes before Enid started wheezing. “I’m sorry. It’s not funny.” She struggled for breath. “It’s just… you’re blushing!” Enid said.

“No.” Wednesday shook her head in denial. “…How do I stop?”

“You can’t.” Enid said when she calmed down a little, giggling softly. “Who made you blush?” She then asked.

Wednesday hesitated slightly with a frown. “y/n did.” She said. Enid heaved out a breath. “They dragged me into the supply closet and kissed me, then I just…” She motioned to her face. “My cheeks started overheating and my stomach feels like I just swallowed a bunch of black widow spiders.”

“You and y/n?” Enid gasped in shock, jumping up and down, hitherto stopping with a glare. “If you hurt them I will hurt you back.” She pointed. “So hard.”

“Enid, you’re about as threatening as that green, singing chipmunk.” Wednesday deadpanned, her blush fading. “Tell anyone about this, especially y/n and I will feed you to the wolves.” She threatened. “Hear me?”

“Loud and clear.” Enid saluted.’

“Holy shit.” Xavier laughed from across the table having eavesdropped on the two of you. “I don’t know what’s more shocking, the fact that you made Wednesday blush or the fact that you’ve been hooking up with her.”

“We don’t ‘hook up’ we just kiss sometimes… for fun.” You shook your head, looking down. “Where is she now?”

“Probably in our dorm, writing something.” Enid shrugged.

You jumped up, grabbing your bag and making your way to your sister’s dorm. You knocked on the door rapidly, not waiting for a response before barging in. Wednesday looked at you wide-eyed before averting them to the wall. You walked up to her and looked down. “Wednesday, look at me.” You ordered.

“I hate you.” Wednesday murmured. “I hate how soft your lips are, I hate your stupid laugh, I hate how you smile at me from across a classroom, I hate how you make me feel things that I don’t understand and feel can’t control, I hate how stupidly pretty your face is. I. Hate. You.” Wednesday took in a deep breath after she stopped, looking at me now.

“Are you done?” I asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

“As a matter a fact, no, I am not.” She said. “I hate how you ask to hug me because you know I don’t like physical contact, and how you braid my hair. I hate how you don’t eat meat on the days that you kiss me because I’m a vegetarian, and how you also put a bottle of water on my bedside table for when I wake up from good dreams. And I hate how you’re so happy all of the time. So much so that it balances me out.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Please.”

Your lips connected in a first kiss, teeth clashing against each other hurriedly. Like you were scared that the other would disappear when you broke apart. You kissed like every emotion that you had felt because of Wednesday was spilling out all at once. Your counterpart’s hands got tangled in your hair as you pulled her forward by the waist she mumbled your name as you kissed her neck, leaving a tattooed kiss where your lips once were.

“Not hooking up, my ass.”