#yakshas

[qiinamii]

five guardian yakshas vs one huge rat

bonus:

huge rat:

[fatuifucker]

thirst

bosacious who loves manhandling you with his four arms, using you as his own personal cocksleeve

geo yaksha who creates small pillars out of geo, putting it in your hole and making it vibrate, controlling when you get to come. he ends up overstimulating you all the time

pyro yaksha who enjoys jerking you off/fingering you whilst you whimper n’ whine that it’s too much

hydro yaksha who ‘accidentally’ splashes you with water. you know damn well it’s only an excuse to take your clothes off and have her way with you

general alatus who pounds into you with great speed, he also covers your body in hickeys and other marks. sometimes if he’s feeling risky, he’ll put his mask on, loving how you somehow clench harder around his cock when he does so

I- HOLY SHIT IDK WHAT ELSE TO ADD BECAUSE THIS IS JUST GOLD

[cw: smut, consensual stuck in hole trope (menogias), sub reader]

No but listen. I think Bosacius would love touching you all over. And it wouldn't be any trouble at all, he can just wrap one of his hands around your waist and lift you up like a cat. And he would enjoy groping you all over. And his fingers are so big and thick that it just stretches your insides. He doesn't mean to be rough but he's just so big everywhere and you're so much smaller than him that he can't help you. Oh and the fucked out face you make while you beg for more when he bounces you on his cock like a ragdoll and his other hands are around your other parts...

Menogias is tough and stringent, and you sometimes feel like he's the oldest instead of Bosacius. He's always pushing you to work hard which you appreciate about him. He's the reason you constantly have your hole plugged with geo vibrators that resonate at his command; why your underwear is wet and leaking with your fluids from orgasming again and again. He tells you that you need to have a body as strong as stone to persevere in the battlefield. Which is why he trains you by creating geo structures that tightens at your waist, leaving you stuck in that verticle position while he plummels into your hole on the other side. If any of the other yakshas happen to walk in on your training, he doesn't mind allowing them to take your mouth while your ass jiggles from the sheer force of his thrusts.

Indarias gives me the vibe of someone who is mature and older sister-like. She cares about you deeply and her touches are deft and kind, always thinking about you and prioritising your needs. It seems that she knows how to solve your problems or at least calm you down so you go to her whenever you're stressed. But she isn't always gentle. Little birds need to fly on their own. How are you going to survive if she doesn't push you further? When you're overstimulated, shivering on her lap from your nth orgasm, she whispers in your ear a "one more for me?" and you just can't refuse her when she speaks in that tone.

Bonanus is kind but cheeky. She apologises for accidentally splashing you with water, and you would sigh and slip yourself out of your clothing knowing damn well she's watching the water drip all over your dips and curves. When you allow her to have you, she goes straight to licking at you. Did I mention that she's so skillful at her tongue? As a hydro wielder, she knows her fluids and she can make you cum in a matter of minutes. The worst part is that she'll leave you disoriented and confused after your orgasm as she thanks you for the meal and skips along while you sit there naked and with your fluids slipping down your thighs (she always comes back with an extra pair of clothes, don't worry)

Ah and Alatus, Alatus...how did he turn from a shy virgin to a possessive beast? As much as he cares about the other yakshas, he loves you and feels like he needs to claim you sometimes. Alatus' expertise is speed and he has no problem slamming into you hard and fast once he gets used to the act of sex. His words are gentle and he caresses you so tenderly but he wrecks your hole so brutally. There are days where he gets so overwhelmed with karma and needs something to take it out on. He's petrified when you offer yourself but when you reassure him over and over again, he relents and fucks you like you owe him money. And his stamina is insane when he gets into one of these moods so expect to be dripping all over with cum. There's a part of him — his true self — that is ridden with worry of hurting you but when you stare at his masked face (which somehow makes this situation even hotter) with lust-filled eyes, drooling as you beg him for more, he thinks you'll be fine for a little while longer.

[cizzisblog]

the characters in the 2.7 archon quest mirror the elements of the fallen yaksha but other details I noticed:

yelan vs itto at the beginning….it was the hydro yaksha who killed the geo one…

yelan and yanfei being so close - just as the pyro and hydro yaksha seemed to be…

shinobu chastising itto and his more silly behavior - reminds me of the geo yaksha sort-of chastising the electro yaksha’s antics and trying to get him to wear more regular clothes - elements just switched - geo yaksha did seem more on the lighthearted side tho, maybe more like itto than we know. bosacius and the geo yaksha could resemble itto. remember how bosacius always announced himself? reminds me of “itto the ONE AND ONI ARATAKI-“

and the way they all worked together so seamlessly in the final cutscene, protecting each other despite probably not having too many opportunities to be in battle with each other

this quest was actually so much more thought out than I realized I cry xiao must have been reliving so so much from his past. when he sacrificed himself…maybe somewhere in his mind it felt like a second chance to save his family, even though he knows it’s not really them. to save them (the representations of them) the way he couldn’t before and then join them in the afterlife. and these ones…they have their own xiao, the traveler, there for them in his eyes, who does want to live for a better future the way xiao didn’t hope for during the wars. god xiaoooooo 😭

[esmeblaze]

geo hands + pyro hair = 

id: a doodle of morax patting yingda on the head. in the second image, a pyro crystallize reaction occurs, and they both look surprised. 

[the-travelling-witch]

found what’ll keep me up tonight

i-

i didn’t need to be reminded of this—

[leafyduckwebs]

One of the things that hurts me the most thinking about the Yakshas is that they'd 100% get along great with the Traveler, but they sadly didn't get to meet, and they never will.

Judging from the cutscenes, Xiao has always been the most reserved Yaksha even before the others passed away. If Traveler was able to develop a strong relationship with him, they would've definitely done the same with the others.

Bosacius would've been proud of how strong they are, and he'd join their side in every battle they lead. Outside of the battlefield, he'd drag them away to pull pranks on the others.

Bonanus could've taught them how to dance and grow flowers. And after being invited to their teapot for the first time, she would've had a blast helping them create their own garden.

Indarius might've admired their battle prowess and invited them to spar with her. Then, after she won, they'd nap on the grass on Mt Aocang until Cloud Retainer makes them get up.

Menogias would've absolutely adored their clothes and jewelry. He'd take it upon himself to fuss over their appearance before every Liyue event. I also like to think that he'd do Aether's hair, too.

:')

[logicaltips]

Jealously towards the unblessed

Imagine the emotional whiplash your acolytes feel when the Creator finally arrives at Teyvat, but instead of taking time to meet them, the Creator immediately heads out to give some closure for the various NPCs.

For Teppei, the yakshas, and other dead characters, the Creator immediately makes contact with them in the afterlife, maybe bring them back as spirits temporarily so they can have some closure with their friends. I can see Xiao being very happy over this.

For Osial, the Creator will definitely have a private chat with him about Liyue to get him to let go of his hate.

As for Zhiqiong and Katarina, you can totally bet that the Creator is booking it straight to the Chasm to get her out ASAP; whether or not she's alive. I feel like Keqing is a bit proud that the Creator cares so much even for non-vision holders.

For everyone else though, they're jealous af. Those characters never assisted the Creator in battle, so what was it about them that resonated with the Creator so much?

[aura-draws]

Save today, slay tomorrow

6/6/2022

[akaimidna]

Bosacius has 4 arms. Therefore he gives the best hugs. It is his job to give the other Yakshas bone crushing hugs at every chance there is. The karmic debt is too much? Hug it out of them. Sad? Hug until the little guys are not sad anymore. They come back from another though battle? Welcome home hug that lasts way too long and they all complain that they don’t need it but secretly everyone loves it.

[xiaosmanthus]

Comforting Xiao and taking care of him (Xiao X Reader)

It was a hard day; you were tired.

When you arrived at your house, you saw him on the living room, sitting on the ground, with his weapon next to him. His breathing sounded deep, and heavy.

It wasn't until you saw little bloodstains that you started to worry. You walked quickly and sat down at his height.

You took his hand, and said sadly "Xiao, what happened? Did you hurt yourself again fighting?".

A small whisper came out of his throat, his voice sounded broken.

“I don’t know…”

You were confused. “Uh, what do you mean?”

Xiao spoke a little louder "I don't know, I just got here. I just remember that I was fighting, and I was losing, my body felt heavy...”

“Okay, don’t worry darling, later I will ask Verr if she saw anything” You muttered.

You carried him on your back lightly, and you started to go to your room. Xiao said “I must be very heavy, I can walk, don’t worry…”.

You shook your head and left him on the bed while you went to get bandages. When you came back, he was practically asleep. There were wounds that were still bleeding, and others that were already dry.

It hurt you to see those wounds, you gave him a little kiss on the cheek and told him “Please Xiao, darling, worry more about yourself. I understand that you want to protect everyone, but you will end up hurting yourself…”              

You began to pass a damp cloth over his wounds, being careful not to hurt him. Little moans of pain came from Xiao.

“Hold on a little longer please, you're doing great honey."

When you bandaged his wounds, you settled him on the bed, and covered him with the sheets. You kissed his diamond on the forehead, and told him:

“I’m going to go out to search some medicines, okay babe?” He took your wrist and looked to the side. “Don't leave me, not now, please...”

You smiled and lay down next to him, and carefully, you put Xiao's head on your chest, and touched his back in circles.

You heard how Xiao sobbed loudly, and you turned a little to see his face. He clenched his jaw tightly, while clinging much closer to you. When you realized that he was crying you said worried "Xiao, is something wrong?".

With his voice even more broken he said "I’m done with all…”

He buried his face in your neck.

“I'm sorry, you're always taking care of me. All because I'm not good enough" “You don't know what I would give to have a normal relationship. But I am Xiao, the guardian Yaksha, the conqueror of demons. We can only see each other when I finish work and I can rarely spend whole days with you.”

You were going to speak, but he continued.

“I'm also not cute, I'm not even able to hold your hand through the Liyue port. I'm pathetic, if you got someone better, I don't think you'd mind leave... I-”

You kissed him to calm him down a bit, you could feel his hands shaking.

“Don't talk nonsense, you are the cutest, sweetest, and most perfect boyfriend in the world. You are also Xiao, thanks to you Liyue is what it is now, you protect us all every day. No one can replace you, because I only want you, do you understand?”

His tears kept running down his cheeks as he whispered

“What did I do to deserve you...?”

“Value yourself a little more Xiao, and if you don't, I will do it for you, telling you every day about how incredible you are”

When he calmed down, you saw how he ended up asleep. You got up and went to get some food. When Xiao woke up, he was a little scared to see that you were gone.

"Y/n...?"

“Hey Xiao! I brought you tofu, do you want?” You showed him a basket with blocks of almond tofu.

A smile came uncontrollably from his mouth, and he said:

 "Thank you…"

[erzabriefs]

☀️Geo Archon and the Yakshas☀️

[eepilycorrectgenshin]

Indarias, about Bonanus: go worm lesbian!

[esmeblaze]

bonding time

id: xiao lying in yingda’s lap with his wings out wide, happily dozing while she pets his feathers. 

[fortheloveofarchons]

The Wanted General, Alatus

C.W. Contains violence and blood in the beginning of the chapter

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No– Please! It’s only you and me, don’t die here!!

I’m sorry, but I have to end my life, for us.

My destiny is to make the ultimate sacrifice! 

Alatus…  go, and be free from this place. 

Everyone…  please! Don’t go!!  

DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH THAT MONSTER!!!

As the last remaining yaksha, he’s been on the run in the balmy spring woods.

He darts through the trees that were donned with a fresh coat of green as tender buds unfurled into delicate leaves, his face gently hit with the sweet fragrances of the Cecelia flowers and Windwheel Asters.  

The last general had heard of the warm nation of freedom and bountiful nature, but the frost-laden trees in the lonely stillness of the winter woods where he lived made him believe that it is merely a fairytale, a delusion. As he was running, he realised that his breath was not creating chilly smoke in the air. He runs as far as he can go, it doesn’t matter when his eyes are brimming red from exhaustion, his stomach making tight knots from the starvation that he had endured. 

The torn off petals of the flowers and fruits were not enough to satiate his stomach. With as much power as he has, he moves with silent urgency and swiftness, his clothes wrapped with a brown cloak to ward off any external injuries. His movements are swift and deliberate, leaving behind no trace save for the ephemeral imprint of his passage on the muddy canvas. 

His footsteps stop, his senses sharp, taking in the heartbeat of the dawn of spring, the rustle of green leaves, and the subtle crunch of twigs sticks beneath distant footsteps. 

Footsteps that don’t belong to the wanted general. 

Footsteps that made stomps, aggressive and louder than his short and careful ones. 

Footsteps that seemed to multiply from behind. 

His uneven breaths combine with the sweat forming on his forehead as he quickly hides deep in the bushes. He hoped that whatever it was, would go away.

That is, until he hears a subtle crunch of a tree branch above him, his back casting a shiver, sensing that someone was watching him. With a swift and calculated move, the hunter emerges from above, her weapon drawn– a sword. 

Yet, what that hunter could only see in front of her was a wispy black smoke. 

“Found you.” The wanted general whispers in her ear. A determined blow strikes the hunter in the neck, knocking her down onto the ground, alerting the others. 

“Look out, it’s–” 

Teleporting himself, Alatus takes down another armed bounty hunter, knocking them down with the sharp tip of his primordial jade spear. 

In the middle of the forest, birds and crows let out loud chirps and caws, flying away from the bloodshed.  

Panting heavily, Alatus looks back at the scene of the crime. He counts with his index finger around twenty bounty hunters, all bloodied and banged up on the ground. Most of them were either dead, or heavily injured to the point that they were unconscious. 

All except for one. 

Hiding in a bush, his shaky hand holding the dagger. As the last bounty hunter was about to strike, a whoosh of teal flew past him, striking a hit onto the tree next to him. “AHHH!” 

“Show yourself, mortal.” 

The trees, a silent observer of this fight, illuminates the predator-prey dynamic by casting leafy shadows over the scene. The hunter crawls his way out of the bush, sweat beading out of his forehead. 

Alatus summons his spear back into his arms, holding the tip of his weapon right in front of the bounty hunter’s forehead. 

“State your purpose, or I shall strike my weapon down on your head.” 

“I– I– I just want some money!” The bounty hunter kneels down in a praying position. “The.. the posters have shown that if we captured you we would be compensated immensely! But… but… they didn’t tell us you were this strong!!” 

“...Let me see the poster.” 

The bounty hunter whips out the folded paper on his pocket, and hands it over to Alatus. He folds the paper open, revealing a poster of him, with the bold words, WANTED in crimson red. 

DEAD OR ALIVE

The illustration of the wanted general only shows a young man with long messy hair that reaches his stomach, a tattoo on his right arm which is a rough silhouette of a bird upside down, along with a purple diamond mark on his forehead. 

“Fool, how does this amount of money not instil fear in you?” Alatus crumbles the paper, and throws it on the ground. “As far as I know, the larger the goal, the bigger the risk.” 

“I just thought they were being generous… or that it is a risky scam! They didn’t mention anything about your status!” The bounty hunter begs, knocking his head onto the ground multiple times. “Please! I’m sorry, I promise I won’t find you again! We can forget about this!” 

“...On one condition.” 

“Yes?!” 

“Do you guys have extra clothes?” Alatus’s arm opens up, revealing a dirty white gown. 

“Uh… I guess you can take their clothes…?” His hand shakily points to the dead bounty hunters, his other hand slowly reaching to his dagger that’s strapped to his thigh. 

“Fine by me.” As Alatus turns to leave, the bounty hunter makes a strike from behind. 

The wanted general disappears in front of him, causing his face to slam onto the ground, his dagger out of his hand, the air had been knocked clear out of his lungs. 

“Eh?”

He feels the cold jade on his neck, and an arm pinning him down. 

“Evil like you shall be dispersed.”  

“No! No–” 

Blood splatters and gushes out of his throat, silencing his last words. He holds his throat tightly, trying to prevent more blood from gushing out. But his efforts are futile, as the world around the last bounty hunter blurs. 

His vision becomes hazy, and the young man in front of him only feels like a blurry canvas.

Eventually, his eyes succumb to a dreamless slumber. 

~~~~~~

The golden hues of the morning sun kisses the surface of the serene lake, and a small fire is being built near a towering oak tree. Throwing his old clothes, Alatus watches the remnants of his past burning to a crisp. He stares at the flame for a moment, ensuring that not a single trace of cloth would be evident in the campfire. 

Letting out a sigh, he walks towards the lake, dipping his feet in first before submerging himself down the lake, his body tingling with coldness. Emerging from the water, he lets out a sigh from holding in his breath in the lake, and looks down on his reflection. His hair messy and wet like seaweed, his face no longer tainted with stains of dirt and dry blood, and his body feel more refreshed with the cleanliness of the lake water. 

After washing himself, he emerges out from the water, droplets of water cascading from his skin. He makes his way to the towering oak tree, seeing the fire gradually extinguished, the remnants of his past clothings burned to crisp. Nearby, a bundle of clothes lay, freshly acquired from the luggages of the bounty hunters. With nimble fingers, he unwraps the stolen garments, and assembles himself a simple yet warm ensemble. 

Wearing a black sleeveless shirt with a high collar, he covers his left arm with a white sleeve that’s donned with turquoise cloud motifs. After wearing his baggy dark purple pants and black boots, he wears a pink breechcloth around his waist. 

Finally, he adjusts the black and dark turquoise gloves and gauntlets, stretching his arms, as if wearing this sheds his past along with his old attire. 

He turns his attention to his unkempt mane, the strands of his long hair dancing in the breeze like wild tendrils. With a gleam in his eyes, he retrieves a makeshift blade from the bounty hunter’s thigh, and begins to trim his hair. Each rough stroke of the blade was deliberate, a symbolic gesture of shedding the burdens of his former life.

As the last strands fell to the grass, he ran his fingers through his newly cut hair, now in a messy shoulder-length with distinct teal undertones.

Feels… light.

After burning the cut-off stands of his hair and burying the bodies of each bounty hunter, he keeps one of their satchel and stashes any necessities he could shove in. Before he embarks, he finds the crumpled up poster of him on the ground, its eyes staring at him soulless. 

Just like his golden irises. 

He grabs the poster and shoves it into his satchel, and continues to walk to the path he finds based on the map from the bounty hunter....

Full chapter down below!!

I know I only published it after almost one week but I just wanna say thankiew all so much for your support! Kudos, bookmarks and comments are much appreciated!!

Also special thanks to @rueleaf-art for spreading this fanfic on Instagram!! It really means a lot (๑°꒵°๑)･*♡

[indexvirus]

In the list of headcanons that can be disproved in seconds probably: General Menogias and Zhongli are related, maybe even brothers. 

Same hair, skin and eye colour. Similar arms - either glow like cor lapis, or they’re hidden under gloves. Their names (Morax, Menogias) are similar, and both manipulate the geo element.

Also, a cute side note: Zhongli gladly wore and collected clothes that Menogias designed, like the jacket he has as a mortal man (Lantern Rite 2023, Xiao).