#euphoric~xiao

[euphorickaeya]

Hello!! I saw your post about sagau and if you want could you do sagau Xiao smut? If you’re i’ve read the rules but if you’re uncomfortable with this please ignore!! Please take care and thank you💓

yes I do smut! I’m a little scared though because it’s been a while since I wrote smut and I’m kind of bad at it, plus I don’t rlly do sub!reader, mostly sub!character, I should put that in my rules.

MINORS DONT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.

GENTLY

honey’s notes: lowkey excited because I haven’t written smut in a while and I want to familiarize myself, i kind of want my writing to be extendable and i think this is a good way to start!

no tags! don’t want to tag people who may not want to see content like this!

recommended song: i was never there - the weeknd.

[content warning: sub!xiao, dom!gn!reader, mostly service top!reader. Xiao getting a blowjob basically, I will try my best to keep it as gender neutral as possible. a little light choking, worship, HANDS. am a hand lover, xiao has a praise kink. this kinda reminds me of a fic i read once haha.]

Xiao had no idea how he ended up under you, your gaze hypnotizing him, a muffled whimper leaves his lips, your hands slowly running themselves down his toned body, his shirt was long discarded somewhere on the floor of your bedroom, he tries to remember what led up to this moment.

oh yes, he was..called to your bedroom, on urgent business, he had thought something had happened, as soon as his name left your lips, he’d appear in your bedroom, looking up at him with an unknown look in your eyes. Almost, angry? But he had just arrived, has he done something.

And suddenly he’s against your dresser, you’re kneeled in front of him, as if worshipping him. “your highness- ah!” Light scratches from your nails makes him jump, you could see red lines start to form down his stomach, you knew all those fanfiction you read about him back in your world wasn’t lying, Xiao’s skin was milky, smooth and soft.

Standing up from the floor, his eyes still on you, your hands were on both sides of his figure, red covered his face as you slowly closed the gap between him and you, it was expected that xiao’s lips were really soft, despite being a servant to morax his whole life, he knew how to give a kiss, and he loves it, he started gaining confidence in his hands, both of them gripping your wrists.

He started pushing you to your bed, you let him, falling into the bed a few steps later, you part away from him, a small string of saliva follows your lips as you glance at xiao’s amber eyes, seeing them fill with love and adoration. “This..your highness..you want this?..you want..me?..” xiao mumbles into your hand, pulling it to his lips to flutter kisses onto the tips of your fingers.

“I wouldn’t of called you if I didn’t.” You whispered back, a small whine left xiao’s lips as he dipped back down, capturing your lips, desperate, he tugs on your button up, a silent plea to remove it. You, not wanting to upset the Adeptus, you gladly do as he asked, Xiao’s breath hitched, he took you in, you were definitely divine. He wonders what he could’ve done to let him touch you like this, he, a tainted demon, touching such an angelic thing. He could’ve never imagined it.

“It’s okay, xiao, relax. I want to take care of you.” You mumbled against him, letting him fall into your bed himself, resting up on his elbows, watching you undress him lovingly. Embarrassed, Xiao looks away, a hand over the lower half of his face. He jolts from the way you let a finger trail down to his…oh he doesn’t want to say. This is embarrassing he thinks.

Your thumb runs over his tip, Xiao’s hands momentarily grip the sheet, you slid your hand slowly, feeling xiao’s cock harden in your hand makes you smile, nuzzling your face into his neck, kissing down to his collarbones. Xiao let’s his silent pants slip from his lips as he glances at your hand pumping him slowly.

You part from his neck as he looks at you, Xiao’s eyes were lidded, he could barely see you from his vision, your hand sent electric shocks to his body, almost making him buck his hips up to meet your hand. “I…hngh..” xiao tries to speak, but his mind’s too focused on the pleasure you’re causing him.

“haah…wait..please wait..” Xiao pants out, a coil in his stomach starts to form, You stayed silent during this moment, silently admiring Xiao’s concentrated face, as he tries not to cum so quickly.

You hum, as you fasten your pace, a surprised moan leaving Xiao’s mouth. He unknowingly bucks his hips up to your hand, trying to earn more friction. You get off from the bed, positioning yourself at the end instead.

Xiao felt the dip of the bed from your movements, opening his eyes momentarily to see what you were planning, before he could look down, he felt your tongue on his tip, “ah! hah!-huh?…” a garble of surprised sounds leave Xiao. Your lips wrap around his cock, looking up at his reactions, seeing him clench his fists and shut his eyes tight.

You left his cock with a pop. Trailing small kisses down his shaft, your free hand fondled his balls and xiao couldn’t stop his moans from leaving him, even if he would cover his mouth with the back of his hands, his whimpers and moans would only come out muffled. “Please..” a plea suddenly leaves Xiao’s lips.

“hm?..” you want to hear xiao beg for his release, too much of an opportunity for you. “Please let me, I want to..” xiao seems to struggle with what he wants to ask, grumbling the end of his sentence. You decide to tease him a little. “you want to what?.. I don’t know what you could possibly want, Xiao.” You mock, a small chuckle coming from you as xiao continues bucking his hips up to meet your hand.

“I want to cum, oh please!” He finally exclaims, his hands held the bed sheets once again, his fingers holding the white sheets on a death grip. Xiao’s hair decorated your bed perfectly, his hair scattered in all the right way. You smile, prompting your hand to pump faster, holding his balls in your free hand, watching xiao squirm even more.

His moans unknowingly get louder and desperate, signalling he’s close. You stood up from the end of the bed, sitting on the end of the bed and dipping down, to pull Xiao Into another kiss. That seemed to tip him over as he erratically bucked his hips up, his cum spurting out from his cock and coating your hand with his semen.

“Aah! Hnngh!…hah-ha!” Xiao squirms uncontrollably as you let him ride out his high, pumping and slowing down only until he falls limp against the bed, his head facing the side, a small sheen of sweat covering his forehead.

“You did so well Xiao, my acolyte. My beloved.” You praised him, reaching over him to your bedside table where, a table cloth was sat neatly folded, you grabbed your bottle of water, pouring a bit onto the cloth before wiping your hand.

“Thank you..” Xiao mumbles, loud enough for you to hear, you were preoccupied with gently wiping Xiao’s cum off of him, being careful and gentle not to overstimulate the poor adeptus. A satisfied rumble leaves Xiao’s chest as you helped him into your bed, needing some good cuddles from him to end your day with.

You lay beside him as he clutches your wrist in a protective way, unbeknownst to you. A certain archon has been eavesdropping on you, trying to keep his moans in as his knees buckle from his..little problem.

[anantaru]

Hiya! I just came across your post about what would happen if you said the ‘safe word’ in bed with Alhaitham and ayato.. I was wondering if you’d maybe be able to do it with Kazuha, Xiao and Scaramouche? I’m so curious aha

If you don’t want to I completely understand but I just really like your writing style 🥺

cw. saying the safeword, angsty, fem! reader

a/n. hello loves, quick side note: this is an exception since i had already planned to write them in this scenario as well, please don't send thirsts with more than one character in the future <3 ty and enjoy

— kazuha

kazuha blows his hips into you, hard, precise storms of his thrusts finding your dribbling cunt and in any other typical case, you would've twisted and turned to have him deeper in you, arch your back when he licks his tongue over your neck to wet the skin— specifically to have his cock crowd you this way, until you're seeing nothing but glittering, white stars.

thus far, it didn't develop into the same thing and you begin to wonder why you haven't felt your best tonight. involuntarily you start to sense how you're clenching down on him, wrapping your trembling arms around his chest and hiding your face into his sweat-troubled neck, his pulse throbbing on your cheek.

for some reason, you thought that if you were to calm yourself down, without telling kazuha how you really felt, it would simply go away but again, this time it didn't and nothing was as important as voicing your concerns and discomfort during sex.

he closes your already troubled breathing state when he moves down to sloppily make out with you, ramming the head of his cock into your deepest spots while excitedly running his hand down your core to play with your little clit and stimulate you further as you did something he never thought he'd ever have to encounter nor witness.

you voice, cry and yell out your safe word over and over, right against his cheek when his eyes shot open in disbelief, large and wide, glossed in unwavering worry. every little sound of you felt like it’s multiplying by a tenfold, and you can’t stop.

kazuha pulls out immediately, pacing his eyes over your shaking figure back and forth, watching you again, back and forth, "my love." he says quietly, loosing the beat of his heart when he witnessed your tears spinning out of control. to be sure he was doing what was necessary, he decided to pull away the blanket which was clumsily thrown over you both in order to make it easier for you to breathe, not leaving your space, but he didn't lay a finger on you, the last he would want now was to cross any more boundaries and it eats him up inside, quietly crying.

"do—" his heart sinks, and so does his voice, "do you need water? are you thirsty? please.." absentmindedly, you run your fingers over his upper arm, but the panic in you, for whatever reason it had emerged, is all-consuming and couldn't be shaken off.

your stomach was in knots and you can barely catch yourself, but you also didn't want kazuha to leave you, voicing him clearly, although with a silent tone, that he should please stay. he directly nods in agreement, placing his palm on top of your agitating hand, telling you to take your time and that it was okay, in fact, you had nothing to worry about, he won't leave.

— xiao

xiao's rough touch and mundane scent was everywhere around you, perceivable and invading your nostrils. you loved it whenever he was a little rough with you, almost feral, pleasing your body until you're shaking from aftershocks of his skilled thrusts.

that time, he twists his fingers around your nipples, just a bit but he did it repeatedly, like you would if you were turning a particularly sensitive knob— and your mounds of flesh were beginning to burn, while his groans were getting louder, showing sweet euphoric need, through with a loud, fast smack of his hips repeatedly finding your soiled cunt.

in combination with him stimulating you on many parts at once, you suddenly began to feel tense and sore, experience an abnormality like you can’t focus on anything, not on him, especially not on the pleasure that of course, was feeling amazing and well but it also didn't.

your heart was racing greatly and you started to sweat profoundly, cold, washed over sweat untangling over your spine and forehead. subtle hints, such as tapping his shoulder were getting you nowhere, and it only made your situation worse as time passed.

"xiao!" you cry out in an instant, not knowing what to do as his blows got even faster, pistoling into your tight pussy, thinking you're enjoying it as much as he did. "xiao, please stop!" and you squeal your safe word and panic one last time before he immediately stills himself, as if you turned off a switch in his brain, making him reach down to push you away.

his gaze hovers around your face, and that's when he saw it, crystal clear, your scrunched together expression that was signaling no sorts of pleasure and he couldn't settle on looking at you for too long, it was beginning to eat him from the very within and his chest was heavy, filled with stones that kept him chained to the ground, so he gets up to sit next to your quivering body.

xiao was speechless, did he really just inflict clear, hurting pain on the person he loved the utmost, more than himself for that matter.

his once, with pleasure glowing eyes, take on a haunted look, open wide in helpless circles, not knowing what to do. if he were the same person before he met you, he would've left and punished himself for what he did but he knew, he just knew that it would make this situation even worse. so he decided to stay, although he didn't say much at first, he did everything in his power to help you, when you so desired any help of him.

it's when he speaks for the first time, "i'm—" and gulps down, eyes burgeoning with tears yet they do not slip, "i am so sorry." his neck grew corded with tension, jaw evertight as he bites down on his cheeks, "so sorry, so sorry.."

"please don't leave me." he continues, xiao makes the tiniest noise in his voice, a worried hitch in his breathing, and for a moment you think he might be leaving you instead, starting to think again that he wasn't enough and that you do deserve better than him. but he settles back down, he doesn't leave and you would lie if you say it didn't surprise you.

you brush away the spilled, dried tears on your cheeks, "i could never leave you." and take his hand to kiss his knuckles, "it's okay."

— scaramouche

scaramouche had immense power, you knew of that and how strong and rough he could get. he easily hauls you off his throbbing cock to abruptly push you into the mattress, hovering on top of you now so he could look and read your sinful expressions, gather and indulge in them while you relish in him fucking you with his fully erected cock.

your bottom lip quivers, and tears had since long been rimming around the sides of your eyes and in any other cases it would be an implication that he was doing a good job, "fuck— fuck, that feels so good." he groans out, ramming his hips into your split hole and groaning out when you clench around his girth.

truth is, he was way too fast and needy with you tonight, making it not possible for you to catch a single breather as he uses your cunt as he pleases, taking you in and out and hoisting you back and forth his leaking member. by this time, you could barely look at him with a clear vision, tears parting from your lashes at last when you cry out in gulps and chokes— the stretch on your cunt aching and forming into anything else than pleasure.

while your first moans were fallen on deaf ears, those in particular that slipped past the tip of your tongue now, made his skin shiver.

"wait— no, no." he quickly pulls you off when you began to uncontrollably sob under him, really not knowing what had caused all of this. he was quick to brush away the tears on your face, "i'm— I'm sorry, please don't cry." his touch for now, had been completely different than just moments ago, now it's warm and soft again, understanding and full of sorrow.

he swallows dryly, unable to wet his parched throat, he hated himself very much right now, his muscles stiffened when you decide to look at him. "i'm sorry." you suddenly state, "this is so embarrassing." confusing him even more and archons knew why you were apologizing in the first place, because you absolutely shouldn't.

"don't." he pushes a warm blanket over your cold, shaking body, "don't apologize." he adds on, "you're not at fault, you hear me."

his eyes soften when you nod, searching for his touch, eyes blood shot but you really needed him to hug you right now as he pulled slow circles on your hips, opening his arms for you so you could easily rest your head on his chest. "i was too rough with you tonight, right?"

"i mean—" he quickly retracts his statement, panicking and smacking himself in his imagination, "that's not important, take your time, don't speak and take your time."

"wait, but you can speak.. if you want."

you answer back with a breathless laugh, placing him in an even more confused state but you would lie to yourself if you'd say he wasn't adorable in his stuttering and his desperate attempts to make you feel comforted. "can we lay like this for the night?"

"of course." he affirms you immediately, "you don't have to ask." silently grazing his hand from your hips to place it on your dampened cheek to cradle your face, sweetly kissing your forehead and smiling.

"everything you want."

©2023 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[papiliotao]

꒰ 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 ✩࿐

pairings: kazuha, scaramouche, and xiao x gn!reader (separate)

content: fluff, actor au, mutual pining, idiots in love (affectionate), kissing

summary: in which you kiss your pretty co-star for a scene of the new drama you’re filming. the twist? he’s head over heels in love with you!

a/n: also, this is very unlikely, but if you’ve seen this before, it’s because i messed up and posted it by accident before editing it one final time.

KAZUHA is a love interest straight out of the most euphoric of dreams and the most fantastical of fairytales. He’s sweet, gentle, and considerate, and each time the cameras start rolling, it almost feels as though nothing has changed. He’s the same charming and thoughtful boy you’ve grown to know and love. The only differences in his demeanor are subtle — hidden in the smallest of actions.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Kazuha asks you as he reads over his lines one last time. “If you have any objections, I can ask someone to revise the script.”

As a renowned actor, Kazuha has a considerable amount of power. If he was more selfish, he would have abused his position. However, he typically never objects to anything the directors tell him to do. He simply follows orders. Unless, of course, you’re uncomfortable with anything.

It’s funny. Whenever Kazuha’s told to do something, he has no complaints. He reminds you of liberating winds — able to blow on and persist in any situation. But when it comes to you, he doesn’t have any problems with telling the director to make subtle changes to scenes.

Somehow he’s even more charming than any love interest in a romance drama could ever be. In fact, working on set with Kazuha already makes you feel like you’re living in a fantasy formed in the mind of a hopeless romantic, so it’s no surprise that you’ve developed a bit of a crush on the sweet boy.

“No, it’s fine,” you answer your co-star. You try to act nonchalant, but in reality, your heart is fluttering like the delicate wings of the iridescent butterflies tickling the pit of your stomach. Every moment with him causes a hurricane of giddiness to well up within you. A kiss scene with Kazuha sounds like a dream come true.

“Alright then. Let’s get started,” the director interrupts your conversation — an exchange he was clearly listening in on. “Places, everyone!”

Both you and Kazuha exchange and glance and then get into position. You enter a house designated for the shooting of your drama while Kazuha stands outside in the warm streetlight. A singular call of “Lights! Camera! Action!” — followed by the beginnings of an artificial storm — are your only cues before the crew begins to film.

The scene starts with the ring of a doorbell. It’s a sound that reverberates in the face of overwhelming silence and melancholy, disturbing the peaceful waters atop an ocean of stillness. The sound summons you to the door, and as you twist and pull on the knob, a shivering figure is revealed. It’s Kazuha.

“Oh, hi,” you say, flawlessly adjusting your tone ever-so-slightly to fit the character you’re portraying. “I didn’t expect to see you today.”

The droplets of rain falling from the false sky are bothersome, but Kazuha covers everything up with a perfect performance.

“Hi,” he whispers breathlessly. His voice is as gentle as ever, and the way he looks at you with eyes overrun with wonder makes your heart flutter. Stars glowing with a light reminiscent of Polaris seem to appear in his irises, beaming at you with adoration that appears just a bit too genuine.

“Why are you here?” you ask him, trying your best to morph your expression into one that conveys disbelief and concern.

“I just… wanted to see you,” the words fall from Kazuha’s lips effortlessly. His tone is warm, a soft blanket wrapping around your heart with the comfort of a thousand spring sunbeams. He’s so incredibly perfect.

“But you didn’t have to show up in the middle of a storm!” you insist.

Kazuha laughs sheepishly.

“I guess I just couldn’t contain myself,” he admits. After a long pause, he speaks again. “To be honest, there’s something I’ve been meaning to say.”

Your breath hitches. Here it comes.

“I’m in love with you,” he finally admits. His crimson eyes burn with a passion that is unmatched, and although they are calmer than aquamarine waters on peaceful summer days, they also hold an intensity akin to the heart of winter’s glacial plagues. Even though his words are scripted, you can’t deny that the beating of your heart begins to pick up.

“You don’t have to say that you love me too,” he adds. “I just wanted you to know.” Kazuha sends a soft smile your way, his features morphing to convey nothing more than pure, everlasting endearment.

You let the silence that follows stretch on for a few seconds before speaking.

“But I do love you.”

Kazuha’s eyes widen, and somehow, his gaze softens even more. For a moment, he stands still, caught in a daze. However, it isn’t long before he recites his next line.

“Then… may I?” he glances at your lips as he speaks, and it’s clear what he means.

You nod. “I want this just as much as you,” you whisper. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.” Your voice comes out choked, trembling like an autumn leaf fluttering amidst inconstant wind. You mean it, but he’ll never know.

With that, he leans towards you. For a moment, all you can think about is him. His pale skin made cold by the rain, irises that appear as beautiful as lakes filled with the most precious of glimmering rubies, hair fashioned from guiding starlight, and a voice softer than the most touching of nature’s fantasias.

And when his lips meet yours, it’s like fireworks go off in the pit of your stomach, illuminating every bit of your soul with a joy that permeates even the darkest of thoughts. He’s sweet, gentle, considerate, and he treats you like you’re the most delicate thing in the world — as if you could break at any moment. Everything feels so incredibly warm despite the fact that his lips have been cooled by the ongoing storm.

He places his hand on your cheek as the kiss deepens and smiles slightly. It almost feels as though his feelings run deeper. But that’s just a delusion you’re forging in your mind because you’ve fallen for him, right?

Perhaps, but as you pull away and the director ends the scene with a loud “Cut!” Kazuha’s face lingers near yours for a few seconds, his eyes scanning your expression for something entirely unknown to you.

“Let’s do this again sometime,” he whispers in your ear, grinning at you cheekily before he quickly leaves, presumably to check in with his management team.

It takes you a minute to break out of the hazy stupor that Kazuha’s kiss induced, but once you do, you realize the implications of his parting words.

He wants to kiss you again!

SCARAMOUCHE acts indifferent. Apathy runs rampant through every constellation within the galaxies that are his eyes, and a permanent scowl seems to be etched onto his face whenever he’s not being filmed. It’s shocking how different he is when the cameras start rolling.

“Let’s get this over with,” Scaramouche mutters under his breath as he walks by you. The two of you take your places, slipping masks of infatuation onto your faces. Except unbeknownst to you, Scaramouche isn’t quite putting up a façade. The director gives you a cue, and then you’re off.

“Please don’t leave,” Scaramouche whispers, his personality and mannerisms changing up in a complete 180. He’s nothing like himself right now, and no matter how much of a jerk he is when you’re not filming, you have to admit that he’s a skilled actor. The way his voice breaks almost makes you believe that his words are sincere. Almost.

“I don’t have a choice,” you say, delivering the lines you have rehearsed too many times to count. You channel every ounce of raw emotion within you to pull off a touching performance, and it seems to be working. The director hasn’t stopped you yet, and he’s a man with rather harsh standards.

A silence ensues. You look up as practiced, meeting Scaramouche’s gaze. In that moment, you almost break character when you see his eyes. They’re watering. Oceans of grief pool up as he stares at you, looking at you as if he’ll never see you again. Right now, the inky depths of his indigo irises appear more captivating than ever.

Something about his pain feels real, as if he’s experienced the heartbreak that comes with abandonment before. It’s almost as though he’s simply tapping into a facet of himself that he hides. And despite the fact that you don’t always get along with Scaramouche, you feel the urge to hug him and shower him in affection.

“Will you come back?” Scaramouche’s gaze turns wistful as he speaks, his entire expression glittering with hints of hope and light.

“I will,” you say under your breath. “I promise.”

You take a step toward him and caress his cheek, relishing in the softness of his skin as you brush your fingers along his jawline. A light pink dusts his cheeks. If you were less professional, you would have imploded upon seeing his blush. The fact that he can elicit such a response on command is awe-inspiring, and plus, he looks incredibly adorable — nothing like the grouchy Scaramouche you’re used to.

With gentle movements, you take his chin in your hand and glance down at his lips with what you hope is a look of unadulterated passion and admiration. “May I?” you whisper. The softness of your voice surprises even you.

Scaramouche hesitates and then nods shyly — a perfect portrayal of the timid character he’s playing. He’s incredible.

Slowly, you inch toward him, watching as he narrows his eyes and parts his lips slightly. He’s so pretty, and in that moment, you can’t help but admire him. Messy strands of hair reminiscent of nightfall adorn his forehead, and his pale skin is tinted with the subtlest hint of colour.

For a second, as his face is hidden from the camera by the back of your head, he reverts to his typical self. He opens his eyes just a little wider, and exchanges a glance with you. A brief hint of emotion flashes through his irises. You’ve been working with him long enough to know what he’s trying to say. Don’t mess this up.

Things move in slow motion. Time stretches from seconds to millennia, and his expression reverts back to the picture-perfect look of a young man who’s innocently falling into the temptation of blissful love.

And when your lips finally connect in a kiss, you are fully immersed in the delusion of the scene. You wholeheartedly believe that he loves you. From your sentiments stems a warm feeling that bubbles up in the pit of your stomach. It’s soft and ticklish, and it only gets stronger as his lips move against yours.

He sighs into the kiss, and when you open your eyes in order to observe his face, you notice that his own eyes are closed, and he seems completely lost in the moment. At this point, it doesn’t even feel like he’s playing a character anymore. It almost feels as though everything is authentic.

However, when you part, reality hits you like the first snowstorms of winter — harsh, biting, and unrelenting in its pursuit. Scaramouche was only playing his part. Although everything had felt genuine, you know that it was just a mask he put on for the screen.

But as you finish up the scene, you fail to notice the way he walks away with a sunset pink blush tinting his cheeks. He touches his fingers to his lips in a daze and smiles the slightest bit.

“What an idiot,” he scoffs under his breath, but no matter how harsh his tone is, he is unable to conceal the hints of underlying affection in his voice. “Just how long will it take them to notice that I’m not acting?”

XIAO is usually extremely professional, and that’s more or less all you can say about him.

On camera, he is able to act as a charismatic, although slightly shy, love interest, but for whatever reason, things with him just feel so much more awkward when you’re not filming. Most of the time, he tries his best to avoid you as if interacting with you is a scenario straight from his nightmares.

And maybe it is, because on the rare occasions where you manage to catch Xiao off guard and strike up a conversation with him, his responses to your questions are always blunt. But it never really feels like he hates you. It just seems that he’s not the best at socializing.

Things between you are rather awkward, despite the fact that you’re co-stars. So when you’re told that you have to kiss each other for an episode of the drama you’re filming, you feel as though your world is ending.

Sure, Xiao is incredibly attractive with his golden eyes, tinted a colour reminiscent of the sweetest honey; seafoam hair that never fails to remind you of the mystifying ocean; and a pair of pink lips that look impossibly soft. He’s tantalizing, and a kiss with him wouldn’t be so bad — if not for the concerns that flood your troubled mind.

But unfortunately for you, there’s no way to retaliate when the director tells you that the shooting of the scene is about to commence. You just have to go with the flow and hope for the best.

As you pass by Xiao on your way to your places, you whisper a soft “good luck” so that only he can hear you. He nods in acknowledgement, and if your eyes aren’t deceiving you, the slightest smile appears on his face.

You sit down at the edge of a grassy cliff and wait. Meanwhile, you hear the sound of Xiao walking to a spot a short distance away from you. You take a deep breath, getting into character and gazing at the dazzling lights and countless galaxies in the night sky above.

Soon enough, the director calls for you to begin, and the atmosphere falls silent. The only sound you can hear within the stillness is the crunching of leaves under Xiao’s feet. You can’t see him, but you know he’s coming up behind you.

And after a few seconds, the sound of footsteps diminishes into nothingness.

“Hey,” Xiao’s voice rings out from behind you.

As scripted, you ignore him and continue looking ahead as if his presence is insignificant. The grass rustles as he sits down beside you, and in the edges of your vision, you can see him directing his gaze towards you.

“Are you alright?” he asks you.

“I’m fine,” you say, trying your best to emulate a tone that conveys nothing but the utmost irritation.

To your surprise, Xiao flinches slightly. That isn’t part of the script.

“What’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you?” he sounds like he’s on the verge of tears as he questions you.

You shake your head. “I said I’m fine.”

Both you and Xiao allow silence fill the atmosphere for a few moments, adding to the dramatic effect of the scene, before speaking again.

“I don’t believe you,” Xiao says, leaning closer to you to examine your expression.

Somehow, you’re able to remain calm despite the fact that the boy who makes you feel a plethora of emotions as numerous as the stars overhead is so close to you. It’s going surprisingly well so far.

And perhaps that is where you jinx yourself because the events that unfold afterwards are disastrous.

“Why do you even care? I thought you didn’t like me!” you scream.

Xiao jolts, and in that moment, the fear, confusion, and utter dismay flashing across his face act as a testament to his acting skills. He’s extremely talented.

Yet again, the night goes silent before Xiao utters, “I do like you — love you, even.” His words are soft, but you’re sure that the production crew managed to pick them up, and that’s all that matters.

Your entire world stops for a moment.

“I do care about you,” Xiao reiterates, “Because I love you.”

Your mind goes blank. Why do his words feel so real?

It takes a few seconds for you to recover from your shock, but when you do, your voice comes out softer than ever.

“I love you too.”

For a few seconds, you look up to meet Xiao’s gaze, losing yourself in the sunkissed dandelion hues of his irises. He smiles at you, and you smile back. His gaze shifts down to your lips.

“Is it okay if I…?” he trails off, and in addition, you swear that you can feel heat radiating off his cheeks. Is he too shy to finish the sentence?

That seems to be the case because for a split second, all he can do is stare at your lips as though he’s frozen in place. You decide to take matters into your own hands and play it off as intentional.

“Yes,” you whisper quietly. “Kiss me.”

With that, Xiao snaps out of his trance and takes both your cheeks in his hands before inching his lips closer and closer towards yours. The fact that the director hasn’t stopped you yet spurs you on because it means that this take is still salvageable.

Time seems to move in slow motion as the distance between you and Xiao closes. But although it feels like it takes forever, it’s only seconds before your lips meet Xiao’s in a gentle kiss that sends butterflies racing through the pit of your stomach.

The warmth of his skin on yours accelerates the beating of your heart, making you feel almost dizzy as the world around you seems to melt into a jumble of nothingness. All that matters at the moment is the two of you.

But unfortunately, you still have a role to play, so after a few moments of absolute bliss, you pull away from Xiao in order to continue on. However, when you do, you see that under the beams of artificial light that spill from around the set, his face is dusted pink.

“How was it?” you ask, grinning at Xiao. You hope and pray to the archons that he won’t mess anything up.

“I — uhm…” Xiao tries to speak, but all that comes out is a stutter. A stunned silence is all that follows. This is bad.

“Cut!” the director yells, breaking through the tranquility of night. “Xiao, what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Sorry,” Xiao mutters, looking down to conceal the last of the blush on his face.

The director sighs. “You know what this means, right? We’ll have to reshoot that scene, and yes, that means you’ll have to kiss [name] again. Can you handle that?”

You feel Xiao tense up slightly, but to your surprise, he looks up at the director and speaks. “I have no objections. I’ll kiss them as many times as it takes to finish this.” He says the words so eagerly. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought that he wanted to kiss you more.

Needless to say, the night ends with countless kisses, each one sweeter than the last as exhaustion melts away the ice caging your hearts. And once and for all, your chemistry onscreen becomes undeniably perfect.

Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed this, please consider commenting or reblogging! It helps a lot.

[luxxid]

WAYS MY AMITY SHINES FOR YOU

: ̗̀➛ the soft moments they adore with you.

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: ̗̀➛ ayato, albedo, aether, al haitham, cyno, diluc, heizou, itto, kaeya, kazuha, tartaglia, thoma, tighnari, venti, scaramouche, xiao

ayato loves hearing you talk. the melodious tunes of your voice reach his ears like a siren's song, alluring and captivating. as he scribbles his signature on the bottom of numerous pages settled on his desk, he adores having his darling rant about their day, whilst having a smile caricatured on his ephebic face. he finds solace in the gentle lullabies of your words; the way your voice wraps around him like a warm embrace and the way he can feel the intonations of your diction fill the room with a mesmerizing aura, washing away all the fret and concerns inhabited on his mind like a sea wave.

albedo loves explaining on different subjects, whether it be on what he's testing, or if it's about new objectives about the knights. he loves it when his darling is invested on what he's suffused in as well. he undoubtly enjoys the connection with his darling and loves when they are as passionate about his work as he is. he always gets ardent when his darling asks him enquires about the things he's working on, and he loves to see their eyes polish when he explains the concepts. he loves to take his darling's hand and explain some of the things he's working on, and his favourite thing of all is when he sees the cute smile on their face when they finally apprehend the vagary.

aether enjoys it when you spectate him whilst he's training. he absolutely adulates it when you shout praises to him, occasionally giving you a smile or two. aether treasures moments like these; when you give him a pat on the back after a job well done, or when you tell him how proud you are of his accomplishments. he thrives off of these moments, and it's facile to see the nirvana radiating from him. oh how much he adores having you by his side.

al haitham loves reading along with you, recommending you books he had already read, vesting to you to read it. he loves bringing you on little library dates with you to the akademiya, making sure the library was empty, especially for the both of you. he enjoys listening to your thoughts and opinions about the books you read, sharing his insights on the stories, and growing together through the experience. but, one thing about him, he's never concentrated on his book. he's heeded over your soft expressions and watching the way your lips silently move while softly reciting each word. his viridescent eyes are piercing through your gentle form.

cyno loves it when you laugh at his 'jokes'. he's well aware of the fact they aren't funny, but whenever he pulls one out on you, he's always met with the sight of you softly giggling. these dreamy stages between the two of you are some of cyno's most euphoric memories. he loves seeing the way your eyes light up when you laugh and the way your face crinkles with delight. he loves the feeling of connection that comes with sharing these simple flashes, making him feel warm and fuzzy inside.

diluc loves it when you play with his hair. brushing his hair through his fiery, cottony locks while skimming through the knots. this is the only moment he lets his guard down, and only with you of course. his face lights up with bliss as he releases a contented sigh, giving away the fact that he truly enjoys this moment of placidity with you. nevertheless, diluc loves it when you curl up on the bed next to him, your head resting on his chest as your fingers trace circles in his hair. he loves these tender, intimate moments with you, and he can't help but become lost in your embrace. he sighs with relief, feeling safe and loved in your arms.

heizou loves it when you cook his favourite dishes. he purely enjoys the sight of you being so minded while bustling chopping and cutting. he relishes wrapping his arms around yours while placing his chin ontop of your head, watching you cook and enjoying those soft, intimate moments with him. he loves the moments when you both laugh and giggle while you both prepare food together. he reveres the moments when you both share stories while you cook for him, aromas waft around the abode. heizou cherishes these moments with you more than anything, the joy of being able to share such intimate moments while being able to be next to each other.

itto loves taking you on late night walks around inazuma. he dotes on the quiet and soft moments you both share, whether it be you resting your head on his lap, or him gently playing with your hair as you watch the stars. he cherishes these moments more than anything, as it is a reminder of the love between the two of you. he loves how your small fingers hook with his considerably larger ones, swining them playfully while walking alongside you. with you, he isn't arataki itto, he's simply 'itto'.

it warms kaeya's heart when you snuggle against his frigid frame. you feel his larger form embrace your smaller frame, enveloping you in a bear hug. kaeya loves watching the expressions on your face as you take in the world around you, he also loves when you softly run your hand along his arm, like a gentle caress. he loves when you look up to him with your elfin gems, his heart melting as your gaze lingers on his. these moments of tenderness, between the two of you, are the moments he cherishes the most. he ardors on how vulnerable he can be around you and you only.

kazuha loves sitting by the ocean, alongside you. he undoublty loves adoring your beauty. softly, he brushes his fingers over your hand, tying his fingers with yours. he gazes into your eyes, his heart warming with love. he smiles, and your heart flutters. you can feel the adoration emerging from him, his airy voice washes over you like a calming tide. the sounds of sea waves crashing onto the shores were accompanied by the soft giggles and chuckles belonging to the samurai and his darling. he always knew the your beauty was incomparable to that of the ocean.

tartaglia loves it when you aid him after every mission he encounters. in stoke from him, he always arrives bloodied and wounded from the brutal fights he takes part in. he loves how his darling softly presses the cotton pad onto the side of his slit cheek, the alcohol drowned substance absorbed into his skin. but it didn't hurt, of course it didn't hurt when you were the one aiding him. he loved how caring and considerate you were towards him, always stressing over the slightest cuts and bruises. childe loves the soft facade you have for him, the way your hair brushes against his face as you lean in to press a kiss onto his forehead, the way your eyes light up when he tells you he's safe, the way your hands never shake when you dress his wounds. it's these moments that make him love you more than the battles he fights.

thoma adores teaching his darling various recipes, teaching them every movement and every step on how it takes to make a delicious dish. the moments when he holds his darling's hand while they measure ingredients and mix them, or when they talk while waiting for the dish to cook, are the sweetest moments for him. it makes him stoked to see how his darling's eyes light up when the dish is finished. he takes pride and joy in seeing his darling's excitement at the end of each meal they make together, enhancing the entire experience even more special to him.

tighnari loves gardening with you, he adores the way you accompany and help him, he loves spectating you while you're hustling with shoveling and digging crevices and making sure the plants get adequate water. the earthy scent of the damp soil remained in the air while you tossed seeds all around the garden. gentle moments of laughter filled the air while the two of you worked together. the warmth of the sun, the way the breeze rustled his hair, and the way he felt connected to you in those moments. it was a special kind of bond, one that he cherished and held close to his heart.

venti adores how you patiently listen to his harmonious lyre. the hypnotizing notes his fingers swayed were mesmerizing to listen to. your soft smile and eyes that complimented your whole figure was always so euphoric to him. venti atmost cherishes the moments when you both would sit together in an embrace, his head resting on your shoulder as he played the lyre. the gentle feel of your skin against his and your subtle whispers in his ear were the moments that filled him with joy.

xiao adores how you sheltered you make him feel, the way you bring him to your warm chest, providing him with the love he never received, dowsing all the abysmal memories of the past. your heartbeat transports pure peace and solace to him. moments like these are what makes him feel like he fell in love over again.

scaramouche loves how your presence quietens his worries, his tensions, everything. your soft appearance was like an angel came down to earth, especially for him. the way you embrace him to your warm figure, a stark contrast to his cold and frigid self. scaramouche cherishes the soft moments with you, the gentle touches, the sweet whispers, the understanding glances. he loves the sensation of being held in your arms and being comforted by your words. he loves how he can trust you with his worries and burdens and how you can always make him feel safe and loved.

[suicide-with-dazai]

Genshin men - kinks

characters : scaramouche , diluc , xiao , heizou , itto

tags : nsfw , biting , oral , female reader on scaras part , afab on heizous part , rest non specified gender .

nsfw under the cut / MINORS RESPECTFULLY DNI ♥︎

scaramouche - biting

who would think that such a mean boy could be so intimate ? even when youre just sitting together or making out , scaramouche has always been one to bite you playfully . when doing the deed , scaramouche would always be sure to add to your pleasure by biting you . whether it be your shoulders , neck or lips . sometimes he would leave marks . sometimes he would draw blood , but it all added to the pleasure .

the two of you would be fucking , his cock pumping deep inside of your clenching walls , "m-mgonna- gonna cum !" you cry out in pure pleasure . scaramouche realizes that youre about to reach your climax so he continues fucking while he leans down to bite your neck . his hands massage your tits as his warm breath hits your neck and he bites down , sinking his sharp teeth into your sensitive skin . "aah- mh-mghhhh~" you cum hard on his dick from the combined pleasure of his biting and fucking . "good girl~ " he praises in a low purring tone as he licks the blood from his lips . afterward , he always makes sure to keep the wound clean and treat you with care .

diluc - praise

youve noticed that even hearing his voice turns you on , the low vibrations of it sending lustful shivers down your spine . even when he talks to his regulars at the Angels Share , youd be sitting beside him , keeping him company - and when you hear his voice , " thatll be 400 mora please " you feel yourself get needy . just knowing that that voice praises you so well in the bedroom too .

" you can do it darling , come on~" he says in a loving manner , " youre doing so well- mgh- " he always tries to keep his composure when hes praising you , especially when hes guiding you through while he sinks his dick into you . " such a good girl for me~ " when he makes you climax , he brushes your hair from your face and talks comfortingly and reassuringly to you , which only makes you cum harder . " you look so pretty when you cum for me~ "

xiao - ' scream my name '

with his adepti powers , just saying his name makes him appear at your location within an instant . he secretly loves hearing his name come out of that pretty mouth of yours . youd be talking to a local in Liyue , discussing work , love life etc. and when youd get onto the topic of xiao , he almost always appears hidden somewhere behind you , just hearing you say his name gets him all worked up .

" say it . mhh~ say my name , love " xiao hisses as you ride his cock . " oh xiao~ you feel so good- " hearing that , he grabs your thighs and rubs circles on them as you ride him . you know he loves to hear his name come out of your mouth , so you tease him while bouncing on his dick , " xiao- mhh- im gonna- " you whine as you reach your climax , he moans out when he hears his name ; a euphoric feeling filling him as he cums for you . xiao is a huge switch so he loves it when you say , " youre such a good boy for me , xiao "

heizou - vocal partner

he loves a partner who knows what they want . he loves hearing you speak your mind , as he thinks your fascinating . just having conversations with you make heizou fall for you harder . the way his eyes so wonderously look into yours when you talk . hes a really good listener . but he also loves listening to you in the bedroom ...

" heiz- ah- " you whimper as he eats out your pussy . youve always been vocal for him when you get intimate , the way your voice beckons him to keep going drives him insane . " feels so good~ " you sigh in pleasure. " you like that , huh , dirty girl ? " heizou remarks , which just makes you more needy and pushes you closer to the edge . " ah- stop- mgh ! " you moan as he sucks your clit hard , " its too much-! " youre basically panting now , experiencing immense pleasure as you cum on heizous tongue , he laps up your juices and kisses your lips , making you taste your own climax .

itto - size kink

compared to itto , youre tiny , he towers over you and you can barely kiss his lips when you stand on your tiptoes . he loves being physically bigger than you , he feels like he must protect such a gorgeous person at all times . someone tries to get on your nerves ? your 6'1 crazy boyfriend wont hesitate to step in . cant reach something ? itto would much rather lift you up easily by the waist than getting it himself . he just loves how tiny you are compared to him .

he also loves how you can take his cock so well . with you being so tiny , he can see his cock inside of you when your tummy bulges , " you take me so well , cutie " he adores how small you look beneath him as he hovers above you . the way you struggle under him while he sucks your neck makes him only want you more . itto has always been one to eat you out , so he enjoys holding your hips down with his toned arms as he makes you squirm . " shhh~ darling . stay still for me , pretty thing "

[7kh]

i. you overstimulate xiao. ii. sub! xiao + dom! gender neu. reader. overstimulation, dacryphilia, anal fingering, xiao’s first time. iii. sorry, i didn’t know how to end this.

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you had xiao pinned up against your own bed. his hands roam through your body, trying to find anything to hold onto.

you really didn’t know how to got this far with xiao, out of all people. the reserved yaksha who has little to no intention to getting close to mortals, now squirming under you.

his face scrunches together, squeezing his eyes shut. trying to suppress his moans with his hand so nobody could hear him. you put your one hand trailing up to his small waist while you curve your fingers to find the perfect spot. obviously you succeeded by the way his back arched and his legs kicked out, eyes widening from the pleasure.

“ahn- stop that..” xiao whined, you can tell he’s definitely not used to feeling like this.

“hm? do you want me to stop?”

xiao shook his head almost immediately, the feeling was definitely new to him after all of these years and he definitely didn’t want it to stop. not for a moment.

“no, no! don’t stop, it’s- ah! …. it’s just different… that’s all.”

as you hear him say that, you scissor your fingers inside him, spreading them apart to see how far he was stretched out. it wasn't too big. he’s still pretty tight, considering that you’ve been going at it with his hole for a while now.

“doesn’t it feel good, love?” you leaned in more towards xiaos face to get a good look at him, but xiao could barely mutter out any word, his head his clouded with the pleasure.

you felt him clench around your fingers, it was a signal that he was euphoric. xiao squeezes his eyes shut, big fat tears in the corner of his eyes. legs trembling as you drill your fingers into his hole.

you guided his legs to be closer to his chest, letting xiao hold them up. with this new position, it makes it perfect for you to thrust your fingers inside at a quicker pace. the squelching sounds quickly took over both of your ears, nearly filling up the room.

xiao sobs as you abuse his prostate. all of the hairs of his body stood up, shaking as he gets repeated chills along his spine.

“ah.. you look so pretty like this xiao~” you cooed, admiring his small waist and tear stained face.

your hand that was previously on his waist drifted to his cock before pumping it slowly, as soon as you did xiao’s eyes widened, letting out a loud moan, arching his back even more than before. you looked at him and smiled as you started jerking him off and fingering him a brutal pace.

he bucked up his hips as you continue to pump him and abuse his prostate simultaneously, forcing slutty moans out of his throat.

it didn’t take too long to find xiao full out sobbing, his red eyeliner now found running down his face.

he made the most lewd noises, filling up the room. all from the good use of your hands and fingers abusing allll of his sensitive parts.

the knot that was kept in his stomach, which felt like hours to him was finally tightened, as he came all over his stomach.

he finally rests his back and lets go of the sheets he’s been grabbing on for dear life, body feeling satisfied now.

“you did so well xiao ~, lets do this again sometime, yeah?”

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[killuagirly]

Xiao x Reader

Summary: Xiao has been experiencing some feelings that are new to him, and he only realizes what they are once it's already been said out loud. Luckily, those feelings aren't one sided.

Notes: I'm not really back into the Genshin fandom but here we are, writing this on a whim. I don't really like it if I'm being honest, but oh well. I haven't written anything decent in months now anyways, so hopefully you'll enjoy this short piece!!

CW: Mentions of Xiao's past, denial maybe? Not much really, just some unexpected hurt/comfort?? I don't know what this is.

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Xiao

☆ Xiao was not the biggest on affection, anyone who knew him could tell you that. Recently however, his view of the subject may have been swaying a bit. You were the one at fault, as once his fingertips brushed yours he only seemed to crave more. He had never felt a need to be close to someone before, so why now? He wasn't sure he could answer even given forever to think.

☆ Or maybe, it was just because being around you felt so euphoric. Every time Xiao looked at you a sense of comfort and warmth would fall over him, leaving him in a frantic mess to get away. It wasn't because he wanted to leave you, but he just couldn't place his finger on what he was feeling. He wasn't too keen on the idea of speaking to you about it, so he just kept quiet and hoped you didn't notice his odd behavior.

☆ Eventually the day he dreaded came as you approached him on the topic, "Xiao, you've been off lately. Is something wrong?" He could feel his heart drop to his stomach hearing your voice, his favorite sound, weaving words together he hoped he'd never have to hear. You knew Xiao didn't like you worrying about him, or at least he that's what he told you, but you just couldn't help seeing him so distraught without any explanation.

☆ For a moment he was silent, unsure of whether or not he should tell you of his thoughts. Perhaps it would burden you, but he knew very well by now that was just his own consciousness eating away at him. So, he allowed himself to cave in for once and told you everything you could've ever wished to hear. It was quick, and a lot of his words were jumbled together, but the meaning came across.

☆ Xiao visibly stopped after hearing himself voice his thoughts as a realization hit him like a pile of bricks. He was so obviously in love with you. It never really occurred to him, the idea of loving someone. After all that he had been through, it was understandable that he didn't associate himself with such topics.

☆ His eyes met yours in a haze, tears threatening to fall and you took a step closer. In his mind, this could go wrong in so many ways. For instance, what if you didn't feel the same? He didn't see how you could with his cold and dismissive demeanor. Then again, what if you did? That weighed a heavier fear than the instance of you hating him forever.

☆ In the cloudy heap of anxiety surrounding him, you raised your fingers to his pale cheek and wiped away stray tears he hadn't noticed were falling. A gentle smiled crossed your features, one he swore could've only been from an angel. "I love you too, Xiao," you spoke in a hushed tone, as if he would flee at the slightest mishap. That was the only time Xiao could be seen wrapping his arms around another, letting his emotions flow as they pleased.

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Masterlist

[cecilxa]

fifth time’s the charm

summary: xiao really likes looking at you. 

contents: fluff, ambiguous relationship between you and xiao, gn!reader, in-love xiao

cw: kissing (barely any though)

recommend listening to: nothing by bruno major

The 1st time he realises he’s staring is when you’re watching a movie together. Huddled under separate blankets, yet still close, you’re intently watching the flickering screen. Xiao is watching something else. He’s watching how your eyes slowly widen at the plot twist; he’s watching how they tear up when something tragic happens; he’s watching how they sparkle in joy when the two main characters finally kiss. He doesn’t care about the movie, so why does he care about the crystalline tear that slides down your cheek? He’s getting fed up with the characters so quickly, so why does he want to keep watching it with you? He doesn’t think you’ll notice if he continues staring. You’re so enraptured with the movie, that you don’t notice the enraptured look being presented to you.

The 2nd time he realises he’s staring is when you’re talking with your friends. You’re talking animatedly and cheerfully about something he could care less about. Xiao doesn’t know why he’d pick up anything just to impress you. He remembers you mentioning that you found people who read ‘really cool’, and over the next week, dedicated his free time to memorising Jane Austen quotes. Pride and Prejudice be damned, you’re the one he admires; you’re the one he loves; you’re the one he’d do anything for. Ask him for a bottle of water, and he’d supply the whole ocean. Ask him for a jumper because you’re cold, and he’d give you his entire wardrobe. He doesn’t mind. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

The 3rd time he realises he’s staring is when you’re sleeping. No, he’s not creepy; he’s just whipped. Absolutely and undoubtedly whipped for you. It’s the dead of night, and he can hear your shallow breathing interrupting the otherwise quiet atmosphere. Your hair tousled and messy might be his favourite look so far. You say that it’s ugly, but he thinks the complete opposite. It shows him you trust him, trust him so much that he thinks his heart might explode with adoration. In the dead of night, he can truly lie there and admire the wonder in front of him. Your cute nose, your fluttering eyes, your hand holding his, even when asleep. Xiao loves you so much in your sleep that he doesn’t know how he manages when you’re awake.

The 4th time he realises he’s staring is when he’s hugging you, cuddling under the night sky. The North Star, the Big Dipper, and Orion are what you point out to him, your smile as bright as the stars that you’re looking at. No, brighter, Xiao thinks. The stars exist in the sky, as a beacon of hope for the lost people of the world. They are gone when morning comes, when the lost people of the world can guide themselves through. Your smile is the sky itself. No matter the time of day, no matter the weather, your smile is the thing that holds up the sparkling stars, the mesmerising moon, and the shining sun. Ever-present, ever-loving and ever-lasting. Xiao thinks that he will continue looking up if it’s your smile that leads him back to you.

The 5th time he realises he’s staring is when you’re staring back. Your eyes search his, your hands grasp his, your lips capture his. You taste of his favourite paintings, of his favourite colours and his favourite clothes. You taste of everything and nothing at the same time. He swears that fireworks are exploding in an empty room cluttered with objects and mess. His body is pressed against yours, and he feels everything and nothing all at once. He knows how you feel perfect with him, like two complete jigsaw pieces, like a happy ending in those dumb rom-coms you watch. His mind empty, his body euphoric, somehow, Xiao doesn’t believe that you’re here. But you are here, and he stares. He can’t help it; you’re so ethereal. He’ll forever keep staring until your heart and his heart lie together, feeling everything and nothing all at once.

[euphorickaeya]

haii !! if youre comfortable with it i would like to request xiao with the prompt "Sooner or later, you'll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good, okay? Let me take care of you." for your drabble event. fem or gn pronouns / descriptiona are fine in my opinion. other than that no other specificities you can write it however youd like, im looking forward to it if you do !!

Hello! Thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy!

CW: TALKS ABOUT OBSESSION, IMPRISONMENT, YANDERE.

link back to the drabble event!

“Xiao, let me out, please?..” You cried out, reaching out for him from your cell, the room was cold, even though you had more than enough blankets and trinkets to keep you busy in your prison.

“I can’t, I really can’t..” he whispered softly, letting himself indulge in your touch as he slid your hand onto his cheek, you could feel his tired sigh into your palms.

“Yes, you can. Please, Xiao. If the Qixing finds out what you’ve done, they’ll-“ He hissed at the mention of another, baring his fangs at you, angered. You backed off in surprise at Xiao’s sudden behaviour. Xiao felt annoyed that you kept asking the one thing he could not give you, your freedom.

Xiao knew this was wrong, he felt it in his skin when he tightened the chains on your wrists, or how he fed you through the bars of your cells like a dog. Xiao knew, but he also knew that it was necessary, to keep you here. You wouldn’t be put in jeopardy, nor would you feel anything other than happiness, nor you would never need to call his name for anything else other than his attention.

You were safe, he repeated to himself like a mantra. He purposefully ignored the way you cried for him to let you go, for him to remove the chains and let you see the daylight not from a small window of the cell. It tortured him that you needed more than just him.

Why must you ask for the day? Or for your freedom, when you have him? Why must you ask for everything else other than him?

Xiao slammed his fists into the bars of your cell, it rattled in response. You feared the worst, knowing that although this adeptus had cared and tended to most of Liyue, he was still a force not to be reckoned with. Your lips quivered in fright as you anticipated what Xiao would do next as he huffed, trying to calm himself.

“Xiao..please.” You whimpered out, scared. Your fear intensified as he opened the cell door, he only ever entered when you’ve done something wrong, and for once you didn’t know what could’ve ever set him off to be as angry with you.

Xiao was never proud of being angry with you, even if he was an adeptus who struggled to deal with his karma and his feelings, he hated doing anything else besides making you happy.

Xiao walked towards you, his bangs covering his eyes as his steps felt dreadful to your soul. He stopped right in front of you before he crouched down, looking through his bangs, at you and your feared expression.

A hand was reached towards your face, his thumb placing itself into the corner of your lips, the rough fabric of the leather made you flinch, Xiao continuing to swipe it over. You were so confused that you failed to notice the tingling feeling it gave as he traced your lips.

When Xiao was satisfied at admiring your features, he leaned in to give you a kiss on your forehead, before leaning away. Something in you compelled to ask what and why he did that for.

Your mouth opened, but nothing came out. You were silent. Xiao watched you try to speak. A ghost of a smile was on his face as he got his results. He had done something, and he won’t tell you. Well, he hasn’t told you because you can’t ask.

You opened your mouth once again, not a single vocal sound came out, you tried to scream, to cry, to call for Xiao, your hands instantly wrapped around your throat as you felt yourself become even more frustrated.

Xiao didn’t want to look at you as you threw your tantrum, more so because he didn’t want to come face to face of the measures he had to take. Xiao didn’t want to see the heartbreak in your eyes when he takes another fragile piece of your freedom once again, your speech.

Xiao left the cell, closing and locking you in once again, his face refusing to turn to you. Xiao started to walk away from you, from what he had done, when a huge clang hit the bars. He looked back, seeing a small wooden trinket on the floor, he had carved it for you.

You huffed and panted in anger, staring at him with rage and disbelief. Xiao could only open his mouth and—

“Sooner or later, you’ll understand. I had to do this. This is for your own good.”

You were appalled at his response to your fit of anger, your jaw dropping in disbelief.

“So please, just let me take care of you.”

[mxtxfanatic]

@euphoric-demise I saved your tags to comment on but forgot what they went to 😭 Yes! The way the older generations keep the juniors ignorant to the real world also mirrors how out of touch the gentry and the commoners are with one another. The children don’t know what actual “demonic cultivators” would look like; they don’t even know what the average life of a commoner is like, let alone deviations from the norm. They only follow what their elders tell them with no experience under their belts. In the same way, this flow of information, or lack thereof, affects the commoners as well, as they only know about major happenings in the cultivation world from (usually maliciously spread) rumors, even when it affects their safety.

For example: the waiter wangxian end up talking to in Yueyang (chapts. 28-29 in all translations) knows that the Chang Clan was wiped out, but not by who or what. The waiter can only guess that a particularly evil person would do such a thing and, therefore, pins it on “Wei Wuqian” as the only “evil” cultivator he has heard of by name. Notice he doesn’t even get Wei Wuxian’s name right, and no other commoner calls him by name, only title. Meanwhile, Xue Yang was literally stood on trial in the cultivation world and almost executed. Cultivators know him by face and name; commoners do not. Before Xue Yang became a cultivator, he terrorized another region, and it was as the cultivators who did not know him or stop him. And who suffers because of this lack of information? Yi City. A-Qing. Xiao Xingchen. All of Yi City. Every village Xue Yang had the misfortune to pass. All of his victims.

[crazywolf828]

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/F

Fandom: RWBY

Relationship: Blake Belladonna/Yang Xiao Long

Characters: Yang Xiao Long, Blake Belladonna

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Smut, Office Sex, Blow Jobs, Under-Desk Blow Jobs, Top Blake Belladonna, Gender Non-conforming Yang Xiao Long, packers, Packing, Yang gets gender for her birthday

Summary:

It starts with Blake, which isn't new, they've been flirting for almost a year. Weiss calls them insufferable, Coco says they need to just get together already, and really Yang's inclined to agree. But they don't, they're stuck in this tango of will they won't they. That is, until Yang decides to wear her new packer to work. It's not massive by any means, but it's big enough to show in her slacks. It's a bit euphoric if she's being honest, maybe not entirely professional, but she doesn't leave her office much so she figures it's probably fine, not like anyone will notice. That's where she made a miscalculation, her secretary, Blake, was in and out of the room all day, she always is. Yang could see it though, the way she lingered longer than usual, eyes roaming unabashedly before turning and walking out the door. She had absolutely noticed, and judging by the look in her eye, she liked what she saw.

[papiliotao]

・❥・THE ELYSIAN PURSUITS OF ACADEMICS

♡ — Reader: GN

♡ — Characters: Albedo, Alhaitham, Kazuha, Scaramouche, Xiao

♡ — Synopsis: studying with him

♡ — Content: fluff, modern AU, school AU of some sort

♡ — A/N: I definitely didn't write this in an attempt to unwind after like three weeks straight of quizzes and tests. If you're currently suffering through school (or remember going through something similar), I hope this fic will help ease your pain! Also, if you like this please consider reblogging or commenting!

ALBEDO, who agrees to help you study without informing you that he has ulterior motives. While it is true that he wants to aid you in any way possible, a more selfish motive also lies concealed behind his gracious actions.

Lately an unfamiliar emotion has had a grip on him. It lingers, following him around, making its presence known through the uneven rhythm of his heartbeat and the way his cheeks haphazardly become rose-tinted. And while the feeling has haunted him throughout euphoric daydreams and sleepless nights alike, he finds that it is most potent when he is with you.

So now, he is sitting in the library with you, attempting to quell his curiosity and confirm his hypothesis by spending time with you to discover the catalyst for the unexplainable sentiments that plague his heart. As he glances down at his books, he notices that a thick fog fills his mind, permeating every corner of the space with tangible clouds of exhilaration. His eyes can't help but wander to you every once in a while. It almost as though there is a magnetic force drawing his aquamarine irises to you.

Whenever he is finally able to avert his stare, soft tufts of his ash-blonde hair fall and tickle his face, obscuring his view of you. However, out of a desire to seem inconspicuous, Albedo never moves to brush the strands of hair away, and one day, when you inevitably notice, you decide to help him.

A fleeting touch causes a cherry hue to dust his cheeks, and when you make eye contact with him, embarrassment overtakes Albedo. As he mutters a barely-audible "thanks" under his breath, Albedo comes to a conclusion.

He loves you.

ALHAITHAM, who is irrefutably genius yet one of the worst study partners. Ironically, his brilliance is ultimately the reason he is an ineffective tutor. Whenever he tries to explain anything to you, he uses complex terminology that sounds otherworldly, and he brings in concepts that are much too elaborate and obscure.

To some degree, Alhaitham enjoys seeing the clueless expression on your face as he uses his wits to concoct a verbose response to your questions, and when your features twist into a coalescence of confusion, he finds it oddly gratifying rather than irritating. It's endearing, and the way you attempt to keep up with his complicated explanations instead of giving up causes the slightest bit of emotion to slip through his logical front as his heart warms and a soft smile breaks loose on his face.

However, when pessimistic musings begin to spill from your lips into the air of the tranquil library, Alhaitham decides that perhaps it's finally time for him to try harder to accommodate you instead of maintaining his admittedly pretentious habits for his own amusement.

He knows that it's not your fault that you can't understand everything he says, so he doesn't see why you're criticizing yourself, but for you, he makes an effort to put your needs over his own leisure. Despite the fact that you can't see eye-to-eye, Alhaitham can still pick up on your feelings of insecurity and insufficiency, so he tries his best to slow down for you.

KAZUHA, who silently admires you as you chew on your bottom lip, allowing a groan of frustration to escape you as you exhale. To Kazuha, you look absolutely adorable. He suppresses the laughter threatening to bubble up and out of his chest, raising one of his hands to his mouth in order to conceal the tender smile blossoming on his face behind slender fingers. His ruby eyes feel permanently fixated on you as you mull over an assignment, and they sparkle with unspoken adoration with every move that you make.

He knows he should be studying, but he finds it impossible to concentrate on anything in your presence. You make his heart race erratically, and the utterance of his name from your lips whenever you need help penning down eloquently-conjured phrases sounds sweeter than the soft clinking of wind chimes in a gentle spring zephyr. 

Sometimes he longs to see the day where you finally catch him staring from across the table you're seated at, but you're always too focused on your work to notice anything off. So for now, he takes every opportunity he can to silently observe you, picking up on all your more subtle mannerisms.

And after each session of quiet hours spent in the library that pass far too slowly yet all too quickly at the same time, Kazuha takes your hand in his and walks you home, basking in the warm artificial glow of streetlights. Your bag is slung over his shoulder as the two of you stroll back to your house in the midst of a silent evening. The crisp evening air sends tingles down your spine, but Kazuha's comforting touch prevents you from shivering.

When you finally reach your destination, Kazuha says an earnest goodbye. Unbeknownst to you, he is already anticipating your next study date, walking away from your front door with a love-struck grin adorning his pretty face.

SCARAMOUCHE, who calls you an idiot for the fifth time in the span of an hour. The words leave his mouth with ease, as if insulting people is second nature to him. And perhaps it is, because whenever he helps you study, he can’t help but spout harsh fallacies whenever you get a question wrong, reprimanding you for your lack of understanding.

Although his words are rather cruel, you aren’t in a position to refuse Scaramouche’s assistance. When he’s not busy badmouthing you, the indigo-eyed boy is actually capable of offering valuable feedback. 

Besides, there are times where he actually shows some semblance of care for you. On days where you overwork yourself, Scaramouche never fails to find a way to discreetly complain about how long you’ve been studying, effectively forcing you to take a break. He likes to pretend that he’s doing it for his own sake, but deep down, he’s really just trying to look out for you.

If only you knew the full extent of his affections toward you. Every touch of your soft hands to his as you hand him your pen makes his heart flutter, and each "thank you" that falls from your lips causes a pale sunset blush to dust his fair cheeks. Perhaps one day, you will realize that all the brutal insults he sends your way are all made in a desperate attempt to conceal his overwhelming feelings for you.

XIAO, who feels his heart seize up each time he leans closer to you to get a better look at the homework causing you an unspeakable amount of grief. When he talks to you to answers your questions, his voice noticeably softens, and when you turn to him to thank him for helping you, he immediately averts his sunlit gaze.

He buries himself in piles of textbooks to distract himself from the perplexing butterflies settling in the pit of his stomach. However, whenever you call his name to ask for his assistance, his attention immediately snaps back to you.

He's surprisingly patient while teaching you. Although he's rather strict, his methods are effective, and he is completely honest with you if he believes you need to work on something. Xiao can't help but feel a twinge of guilt whenever your face falls as you get a question wrong. However, he knows that being truthful is the best way to aid you in fixing your mistakes.

And when all is said and done, Xiao finds that the way you smile with satisfaction evident in your features upon figuring a difficult concept out is the greatest reward he could ever ask for. The grin that adorns your face is woven from the stuff of dreams, and he hopes he will have the privilege of seeing for the rest of his life.

I don't really like the way I ended Albedo's (sorry), but I was too sleep-deprived to think of anything else :( Anywayyyy, have a lovely day!

[obsessivelysweet]

* Hello everyone! I'm sorry this took so long. And it's long, too, lol. I revised it and deleted stuff too many times and lost motivation for it. Honestly, I don't truly like it, but oh well, it's finally done! I really do hope you like it. If not, it's ok. No worries, just thank you for stopping by! Hope you have a good day! Warnings under the cut!

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Warnings: sagau/cult au/obsession/violence/slight mention of death/yandere/blood/kidnapping/a bit suggestive/female reader/spelling errors

Characters:Childe(main focus)/

(side characters) Zhongli/ Xiao/ Doctor

Look at only Me~♡

You were beautiful in everything you did and said. Just being in your presence felt so euphoric, like being on an endless high. Your pure tender love for all of Teyvat was breathtaking. And boy, oh boy, you were certainly a drug to him.

The tall gingered hair harbinger stared at your form as you tended to the flowers in your garden. A small smile peaked out from the corners of his mouth just by watching you. He observed your form as you went to each flower bed, speaking to them almost as if they were your friends. Gently caressing the petals as you sang it sweet nothings hoping these actions will make the flowers grow stronger. He loved watching you for hours on end.

Of course, though, you didn't know that a certain pair of blue eyes watched every move you made. He would observe you from a safe distance but close enough to hear you should the opportunity present itself to save you from danger. It was also because he wanted to be close enough to still hear your heavenly voice.

This voice could pull him out of a blood thirsty episode. The voice that saved him from the days he spent in the abyss. That sent shivers down his spine just by hearing you call out his name. He could listen to you for the rest of his life even in his last breath, he would want to hear you.

Your very being was holy, pure, the true essence of divinity. He was still just a measly human even if he did have a delusion on him. Compared to you, he was nothing, just another devoted follower who hopelessly wished to be your one and only. However, that didn't mean he wouldn't move Celestia and the Abyss for you. He wouldn't kill for you no matter who it was. He would do it in a heartbeat if it meant you would look at him. You brought him peace to his suffering, an end to his means, no longer dealing with the pain he would feel from having a delusion. For that reason, he longed to repay you for it.

He would do it by keeping tabs on you for instance; where you went, when you ate or what you ate, sleep, who you talked to etc. Everything you did he would want to know it all but unfortunately he couldn't keep eyes on you all the time though.

To be honest he hated the others you so lovingly gave attention to. They didn't deserve your warmth, your touch, your attention. They deserved none of it from you, they weren't worthy of your presence.

There were two followers that were a bit too close to you. Too close that he despised their very existence.

One who he knew very well, a tall slender man with a low husky voice that made everyone fall for him; Zhongli.

He was calm as he basked in your presence, telling you stories of his old days as he would share tea with you. He hated how Zhongli's golden eyes would linger a second longer on your lips than they should. Hated how you would run your delicate fingers through his dark, long locks, letting you braid it as you pleased. Hated how Zhongli would every so slightly lower his hand a bit more while holding your back as the two of you would stroll through the streets of Liyue. Zhongli would claim to be one of your only devoted followers, that he's been loyal to you for so long, surely he was worth being in your presence. He knew the former archon wasn't so devoted to you before you descended into Teyvat.

The gingered man watched in the distance coldly, as his grip on his trusty bow tighten. The soft smile you would give to the man was so pure; ereathal, how dare such a hypocrite of a man see you like that. He didn't deserve your gaze, your company, not one bit of you he didnt deserve. Honestly he wouldn't mind watching the former geo archon's eyes go dull as the life fades away by his own hands.

The other was a dark green haired adeptus known as the Conquer of Demons.

He would also keep tabs on you but at a further distance. Just uttering his name from your lips would make him appear before you in an instant, kneeling with his head bowed, golden irises looking straight down, ready for your orders. Whatever you may ask of him; to be in his company or to slash down any foe before you. He will do it in an instant for you, anything for you. Nothing is more important to him as you are, even if you wished for him to remove himself from this existence, he would for you.

He was very close to you, close enough for you to lean your head on his shoulder as you talk away your day or whatever you had on your mind. Close enough that he could lightly trace your shoulder as he looked at you, who was looking out onto the beautiful landscape in front of you. He would etch your features into his mind as you looked out from the balcony the inn.

The way your eyes creased when you smiled or laughed. How gentle your lips looked, the feeling of you saying his name, your laughter. He wanted to remember every moment with you. His loyalty to you has no end, and he swears by it. These small moments you share with the adpetus feel like eternity when he's with you.

The harbinger hated watching how close the adeptus was with you whenever he could get close enough without the adeptus noticing. Hated how he could easily hold your hand or feel your soft hair as it draped against his shoulder when you leaned your head onto him. Hated how the once loner of an adpetus was smiling around you. His golden irises followed your every movement even if it was small. His golden hues looked too long onto your lips or thighs.

The harbinger watched in disgust, the blood in his veins boiling. Vile burning in the back of his throat, wishing for release. He wished for the day he could best him in battle. To take him away from your presence, from this world, and hopefully your memory entirely.

These two took so much of your time, glances, smiles, laughter, touch... your very presence.

Unfortunately you were too kind to see how bad they were for you, surely they had something bad in mind for you with how they acted. Their eyes lingering, their subtle facial expressions changing, their subtle touches on your holy skin. Every second is precious with you and they were taking it. He had to save you from them and after he takes care of them surely you will look at him, right?

It's not like you haven't been keeping him company or been looking at him. You've been trying to spend time with all of your followers, even with him.

He loved every second of being next to you. Walking down the harbor, seeing you look out at the sparkling clear water with a content smile on your face. Hearing you hum an unfamiliar tune as you kick your feet above the water. The way the sunlight kisses your skin, the way it gives you a glow, like you're angel. Your hair gently swaying with the wind as you look back at the harbinger who is trying his best to compose himself. Talking about everything and nothing at the same time, but it's ok because it's you.

He wanted to spend more time with you, wanted to be the first one you looked at when you opened your eyes in the morning. The poor harbinger wanted eternity with you even if he didn't get to live for all eternity. He wanted to be the first and last thing you saw every day. He wanted to see you until his last breath, but it wasn't enough. Not with how everyone else hogs your attention, especially those two.

Look at his blue eyes, his pale face sprinkled with freckles, his soft gingered hair. He just wanted you to look at him more, to only look at him. Only him and him alone.

It was quiet in your bedroom except for your soft breaths as you slept under your silken blankets. You were wrapped in warmth as thunder, and lighting was heard outside your window. Your room was illuminated with a soft glow from your bedside lamp as every now and then a flash of white light would peak from your curtains. You were deep asleep that you didn't hear the door slowly creak open. Soon, the door was opened enough for Childe to step in ever so carefully to not wake you up. He crept quietly in your room, slowly moving bit by bit to your bed, stopping only when you stirred in your sleep.

Eventually, he was by your bedside, looking down at your sleeping face. You looked so cute, he thought to himself. He had to savor this moment, the way your chest rised and fell so softly. Your sheets hugging you, your hands clutched the blanket, the way your eyelashes fluttered. Everything was beautiful to him, and soon, he'll be able to have more moments like this with you.

He gently placed his blood-soaked glove on your shoulder to gently wake you up. It took a couple of tries before you slowly registered the cold glove shaking you gently and something that was cold slowly dripping down your shoulder. At first, you didn't register what was going on or the fact that Childe was covered in blood. You just asked lazily what is it? Childe smiled at your sleepy face before caressing it. He spoke softly, almost a whisper, "Its done, my grace, they are no longer a nuisance."

Done? Nuisance? These soft spoken words suddenly got your attention, which made you look more at him. That's when you noticed the blood on his clothes, on you now, his dark smile, the smell of something once human. You pushed his hand away and shot up to look at him. A pit started to form at the bottom of your stomach. You felt sick.

He was hurt by your sudden slap of his hand away from you, but no matter, you were just in shock. He did wake you up in the middle of the night, so it's ok. He took a step back to give you some space, but really, it was for him to see you more now that you were sitting up.

You asked him whose blood was on him, what happened, if he was ok, and what he meant by his words. You were starting to panic, so all of these questions sounded more like gibberish if anything. Even in this panicked, confused state of mind, you still looked so beautiful. He wanted to see every facial expression you could make, and what's important is that you're looking at him.

This feeling of euphoria was intoxicating because you were looking at him. Your eyes were solely on him. Even if your eyes screamed for help, you were looking at him. He wanted to grab your face and lock eyes with you. Wanted to kiss you, love you, hear you say his name. He will hear you say it soon.

Before you could speak to ask again, Childe smirked. This smirk made your stomach churn even more, but why? The soft aura of the light felt suffocating against the tall man before you. You couldn't find any words as he started to walk back to you.

"Your Grace, I'll be honest, the blood belongs to two of your followers; Zhongli and Xiao. They did put up a fight, but it's fine because I won. They were a danger to you, and as your follower, I had to see that they were disposed of. Of course, though, I'm sure the Doctor will take good care of their corpses"

By now, he's standing over your frighten form with a sick look in his eyes. His once beautiful blue eyes were now dark mixed with some kind of hunger. A hunger for something more. You couldn't move from the shock of hearing whose blood it was. He inched closer and closer to your face, locking eyes with you as he barely touched your lips with his. You could feel his warm breath tickling your lips in the silent room.

He wanted to kiss you but stopped himself. Honestly, this whole time, he wanted to do so much with you. He didn't want to hurt you, but he knew he had to get you somewhere safe. He leaned back again away from your trembling state to pull something out of his pocket. It was a small white cloth that had a sweet aroma.

You knew exactly what it was, but before you could react,Childe lunged at you, putting the cloth over your nose and mouth. He held onto your body as you tried to struggle out of his grip to get the cloth away from you but to no avail. Soon, the room became dizzy, your eyes felt heavy, and everything became dark. You fell unconscious in his arms, in your once safe bedroom, in the dark of night.

The room was once again quiet with the occasional thunder and lighting. He held onto your unconscious body, caressing your face for a while. He wanted to bask in this moment for a bit longer. Your being felt small as he hugged you. Surely, this is why he needed to keep you safe, he thought to himself. He knew you would be mad at him, but it would only be for a bit. Eventually, you will understand his love for you.

He got up with you in his arms as he left your room. His blood-stained clothes did get on your silken nightdress. He felt bad but he'll get you another one. He couldn't help but notice how your dress hugged your figure beautifully, especially your chest, which he quickly averted his eyes from. A blush forming onto the cheeks of the gingered male as he walked into the rainy night, holding onto his beloved creator.

You awoke to something cold on your ankle and darkness blocking your vision. You don't know how long you've been out for, but it felt like a while with how groggy you felt. You felt around first while you were lying down and soon realized you were lying down on a soft bed with silken sheets. The room felt comfortably warm, and there was a salt water smell in the air. You could hear waves crashing and seagulls outside wherever you were. You were about to reach up to take off the blindfold, but you heard a door squeak open. Immediately, you went back to pretending you were asleep.

Childe, on the other hand, knew you were up, he was watching you from the door to the room he had you in. He was watching you the whole time, not taking his eyes off of your sleeping body worried he would miss you waking up. It was fun watching you coming to your senses, trying to feel around you with caution. The reason he made his presence known is because you were gonna pull off the blindfold, he wanted to do that. He wanted to be the first one you see, not the ceiling or the ocean, just him.

He walked over to you and sat next to you, the bed creaking with the new pressure added to it. He was happy that it's just you two now, away from everything that could harm you.

"Ah your grace! You're finally awake, thank goodness, I was starting to get worried."

The sudden voice of him speaking happily startled you and him sitting so close to you didn't help. You felt him lean towards you as his rough fingers remove your blindfold.

At first, you blinked a couple of times to adjust to the light change, and then you looked at him. His eyes were full of happiness looking back at you. He had the biggest smile on his face as you adjusted to your surroundings.

He sat patiently next to you, waiting for you to say something or ask something, but if not, then it would be alright with him. Just sitting here made him happy. Everything seemed like it was going well because you were here safe and sound.

You spoke, a bit apprehensive at first, wishing to know what did he do to them. Where were they? Why was there a cuff on your ankle?

He hated that you asked about them, it made his face turn dark again. He turned his face away from you to look out the one window in the room. The bitter vile taste in the back of his mouth was there again. Why were you asking about two people who don't even exist anymore. They dont matter, so why are they still occupying your mind. He didn't mind telling you where y'all were, it was that you asked about them is what made his mood turn sour. Maybe if he acted dumb you would forget about them?

He turned his face back to you, your scared yet lovely face. He noticed your breathing changed as well. He held your hand in his, bringing it closer to his chest, slowly rubbing your hand with his thumb as he spoke.

"What do you mean your grace? All I did was bring you to safety. And there's a cuff on your ankle so you won't leave. But I assure you that there's enough chain to it so you can get around the house safely! It's just the two of us now, so don't worry, I'll take good care of you, your grace."

He sounded so cheerful as he basically explained that he kidnapped you against your will and sealed you away somewhere. His thumb rubbing your hand was rough and dry, you could tell he's been fighting for so long. Even though he holds you so gently, it still doesn't change the fact of what he did and what he's doing. You're still afraid of him even if his demeanor seems sweet.

You swallowed your nerves before asking him again, pulling your hand away from his, which made him a bit sad but he still listened with intent.

"Childe..what did you do to them? To Zhongli..to Xiao. Please tell me..Childe."

Ah, your voice is saying his name. It sounds so sweet to hear you say his name. The bones in his body feel so relaxed, like there's nothing to worry about. His body slightly quivers with your voice echoing in his head. He would savor and love this moment so much, but it turned bitter as soon as you spoke their names. Why? Why, even after he disposed of them, are they still interfering!?

He got up to leave to the other room, his footsteps echoing as he walked. You could feel the air become tense as you hear him looking for something.

Childe went to the kitchen to prepare something to calm you down. You're just not feeling well, is all, and those two were somehow still on your mind. If he couldn't get you to change the subject, then he'll just help you relax a bit.

He's vowed not to hurt his beloved creator, but sometimes he might have to if it means you'll be safe. He might even have to permanently make you only look at him. Thankfully, he knows how to safely remove one's sight thanks to the Doctor. And if he does, you'll wont be able to look at him but you'll still see him in your mind. He'll be the last thing you'll see before removing your vision. Thinking about the thought makes him sad but it will be ok because he can still look at you. You'll be safe so its ok but thats only if it has to come to that.

Before he went back into yalls bedroom, he looked out from the kitchen window. The weather was nice and warm. The ocean spanned so far out that it seemed like it could go on forever. It was pretty out. He couldn't wait to take you out on walks, forage for food, and fall asleep together. He can finally relax, truly relax now. With that thought in mind and the noise from your chain, he made his way back to the bedroom.

At the same time, while Childe was in the other room, you tried your best to make as little to no noise moving around. However, that was difficult with the rattling metal chain connected to you. The first thing you went to was the window. If you could open it, maybe you could get someone's attention or see at least where you were. Yet Childe didn't let you, with a forceful tug to the chain, you fell to the ground with a loud thud. The hard wood floorboards didn't help with your fall. Adding more to your injury was the cuff around your ankle. Childe's boot was stepping on the chain, which made your ankle be in a weird, uncomfortable position.

He looked down at you with a stern expression on his face. His eyes were dark again, his demeanor cold towards you. He just wanted you to be safe, to be happy with you. So why. Why do you look at him with such disgust. Why are you trying to leave him? He did everything to protect you, to keep you safe, he spent so many hours watching you. He prayed to you every night, whispering in the dark late hours of his sins, hoping for you to bless him. Hoping for you to clean him, to heal him, to make him live at peace with you by his side. But now you still don't see any of that. You still aren't looking at him. Instead, you're looking past him. You're looking for a way out. He was angry but no worries, he'll fix you. That's why he went to the kitchen in case you were acting irrationally.

Even though only your one leg was chained, you still had your hands. Childe walked closer to you even as you tried to push him away. You were hysterically crying, pleading for him to stop whatever he was about to do, but he didn't hear anything you were saying. His mind was blank as he grabbed for your hands to bound you. No amount of struggle, of flailing your arms around, of trying to scratch him could help you. Even though his face was cold, his voice was soft as he spoke to you.

"Its ok, you're just not well my grace. You need rest so don't worry, once you wake up again you'll feel better."

With that, the same white cloth he used on you that night appeared before you again. This time, though, he was faster than you realized. In a blink, the cloth was on your face again. The sweet aroma fills your senses, your feet kicking whatever it can, and your body shakes until his blue orbs was the last thing you saw. It was silent again, with the sound of waves in the background. Your body again asleep against your once trusted follower.

He was at peace again, holding you in his arms. His hair was a mess, but it mixed with yours so beautifully. He would hold you close in his arms as the two laid on the creaky wooden floor boards of your now forever home. Childe just wanted you to look at him and you will eventually. Even if you might wake up still sick it will be ok because with time you'll wake up feeling better. He didnt want to hurt you, he felt horrible that he made you fall. How could he hurt his delicate creator like that, despicable. He'll have to take at look at your bruises later.

If you do have to keep going back to sleep and having to see him for the "first" time when waking up then its fine. He doesn't care how many times you'll have to go through it. He will savor each moment until you come around and then savor each moment after that.

The two of you lived in that cycle of waking up, asking about the two, then falling asleep. Each time, he made sure he was the first one you saw when opening your eyes. This took quite a while, tucked away on a small island away from everyone.

One day, though, when you woken up and he took your blindfold off, you seemed different. Instead of asking about them or where y'all were, you said good morning to him with a smile. Ah, this was it, Childe thought to himself. You've finally woken up, and you're now looking at him. He was ecstatic on the inside, but he didn't show it. He just smiled back at you, cupping your face with one had, and saying with a soft voice, "Good morning, my love."

The male harbinger was finally living the dream life he always wanted with you by his side. He may have broken your psyche, but it's ok because you're finally looking only at him. Never stop looking at him.

[qiqified]

﹙ % the enchanting allure of love. ﹚

ft. diluc, kaeya, xiao, scaramouche, childe, kazuha contains: gn!reader, fluff, sfw kisses, bittersweet, lore spoilers, archon quest spoilers, backstory spoilers, soft content

summary: what is love with him like?

[♡] plz forgive any spelling/grammatical errors, english is not my first language! ^ㅁ^

he may not be around for a majority of the time, however, love with diluc is more bewitching than the beauty of a new morning. every golden sunrise is filled with a variety of lethargic, chaste kisses peppered across your face, a smile holding nothing but significance & the euphoric feeling of deep devotion adorning his lovely lips. for the nights you spent alone in the manor, he would make sure to leave a letter behind, words of ink sinking into a simple paper left a bigger impact on your heart than you would have anticipated, his phrases full of admiration sent your chest thrumming with intense vibrations meant for a fever... or rather one's average love sickness. he knows the day will come when you leave him just like his father, yet he swears that will never happen, as long as he is here.

true to his appealing charm, kaeya's endearing tenderness for you leaves a satisfying enticement in your heart, the place only he can feel free to cherish, yearning for any sort of reciprocation all the same. every moment his fascinating periwinkle gaze meets yours, you swear you catch a glimpse of the hidden adoration he's been hiding all along from you, yet his grins & meaningful kisses make up for the facade that keep you from your lover. unlike his vision, his gestures are nothing but warm & fond, confirming you're comfortable with such, or watching his snarky comments as to make sure he isn't overstepping boundaries. the calvary captain wishes you hadn't chosen to love someone so cruel...

surprising, how the vigilant yaksha of liyue has come to soften at the presence of but a mere mortal. xiao supposes, this is what love feels like, & even so, he can't help but identify himself as nothing but the burden you carry in your worthwhile life. people at a fruitful age similar to you should be out & about, finding a person to suit, & most certainly not a monster as ghastly as him. yet he yearns for your touch every time, akin to that of a needy child clinging to their favourite toy. his arms that were once littered with dreadful battle scars now embrace your figure to his body, keeping you close & reassuring you, he'll stay. his karmic debt will never affect you, he thinks, as long as he is careful in the near future.

the raiden shogun needed a comrade, but he was deemed frail. scaramouche recalls those desolate nights he spent weeping to himself in the darkness of his room, & now he has someone to take the pain away. he could never bring himself to brazenly belittle you, it's you, after all. the one who allowed him into your heart, his tears peering from the eyeline of his indigo hues that lovingly admire your gentle & patient nature with him, reassuring that he'll have the same happiness he craves for. he wonders, why does he still need the content sensation of happiness? he has you, & you're more than enough.

childe often asks himself, what do you see in him? what do you see behind those malicious, deep admiral eyes with a hideous intent only the dense of the most simple-minded wouldn't figure out? were you ever to answer his constant questions, you'd reply with ease. you love him for him. his boyish charm, his meek way of gifting you the romantic gestures you deserve more than anyone in all of teyvat, his charming grins... the fact that he's a bloodthirsty harbinger is more than a good reason to leave him by now. so why stay? though he knows he could never leave you, archons, he wish he could, to spare you of his vile deeds, but with your captivating complexion, he eventually perceived the fact that he, too, could love.

a wandering samurai belonging to the city of eternity worships your very existence moreso his own archon. love with kazuha is enthralling. his words never fail to carry a foreign but perplexing feeling to your delicate heart, his soothing tone of voice causing the most strongest of winds to fall silent, his lenient smile triggering a calming sentiment for anyone else in need of comfort. though, he often travels overseas, his haikus dedicated to you manage to arrive at your doorstep every time, & you never heard the beguiling three words the same after meeting the one truly made for you, for every word that left his lips sounded like an honest to celestia promise.

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[teyvatness]

SPARKS FLY ! (xiao)

i see sparks fly, whenever you smile.

"This Lantern Rite must be perfect," You sigh as you checked your schedule. This year, you were assigned by the Qixing to organize and decorate.

"Miss L/N." A guard bowed. "Everything is clear, the fireworks are in place." The guard informed as he try to catch his breath. You nod, "Very well. I hope you double checked the area to see if there was no treasure hoarders." Suddenly remembering last Lantern Rite.

"Of course, madam. We double checked every area. I can confirm that there were no.. err.. Treasure hoarders." You raised a brow. "Be sure.. Very well," You gave the man a bag of mora. "You may take your leave."

"Schedule's clear," You smiled as you grab your pen and cross it out. "Fireworks.. Done." Finally, I can rest now. It was only time for you to wait for the firework show, where you could see your hard work pay off.

You sat at the top of Mt. Tianheng, where the fireworks could be seen in the perfect angle. You let out a relieved sigh as you relaxed yourself. It was tiring, you must admit. You organized the city as you assigned other people to put fireworks in other places.

"Finally done?" You heard a voice from behind, which made you jump in shock. "Xiao!" You huff, crossing your arms. You sighed as you sat on the grass."Come, sit beside me." The yaksha could only look at you in confusion, yet decided to do what you said. "What do you want?" You chuckle and smile at him. "Watch the fireworks with me."

You looked at the sky, it was night time yet stars made it seem so bright. Water lanterns in the harbour made the city feel so.. ethereal. "Oh, look! It's time!" You moved yourself closer to Xiao as you pointed at the fireworks. Times like this were always amazing. You smiled, admiring the fireworks.

There was something else that made you feel more euphoric. You don't know why, but you felt more contented whenever he is with you. Something about him made you feel at home. You turned to him, only to see that he was looking at you. "Did you enjoy it?" You smiled at the yaksha, looking at his eyes.

"..." He only nods slowly in response. You chuckled, "You know Xiao," You then turned your attention to the fireworks. "I really like you." That sentence made the yaksha feel.. things. Things he thought he would never feel. A feeling of.. love? He doesn't know. He doesn't know what love is. But you were teaching him how to love without even knowing.

'Im captivated by you like a firework show.'

'And i see sparks fly whenever you smile.'

[dawndelion-winery]

ACCO CONGRATS ON 750 <33 very well deserved indeed hehe.

for ur event can i have a medium sized juice and lemon with either childe, diluc, or xiao (you can choose if you don't feel like doing all of them!!)

congrats again me is veryvery proud of u ^^ i hope you have an amazing day and as always, take care and stay safe!!

Simple Desires

"Hold me? Please? Just the way you used to" + "As long as you're safe"

Ft. Diluc of Mondstadt

A man of service - he takes great pleasure in providing whatever your heart desires

You highkey want to return the favour but he seems to want anything he doesn't already have

Insists you're already giving the best gift he could ever ask for by being with him and you bonk him for being sappy

Lays his head on your chest in retaliation so you're trapped with him

"I've thought of something I want...Hold me? Please? Just like you used to..."

Takes one of your hands in his, caressing it before bring it to his head

You ruffled his hair and tsked at him, since you always hugged him anyway

"You know I'd hold you even if you didn't ask, Lucluc."

"I know, but there's not much I can ask from you....as long as you're safe and happy, that's enough for me."

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