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[zuhaii]

lessons in moonlight (teaser)

tags. gn! reader, nsfw?, ice ice baby wrio note. js a silly shitpost in the middle of exam season hehe (might be a bit ooc?)

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wriothesley leaned back in his plush office chair, one eyebrow arched as he eyed you with a mix of surprise and intrigue. the dim lamp on his desk cast a soft glow across the bandages wrapped around his neck and arms, and the silver ornaments adorning his ears and fingers glinted in the low light. he crossed his arms, the chains on his jacket rattling softly.

"pardon?" wriothesley asked, his deep voice tinged with a hint of incredulity. "did you just...?" he trailed off, shaking his head as if to clear it. "forgive me, but i must have misheard you. surely, you cannot be asking what i think you are?"

"...you heard me right the first time, wrio." you replied, face flushed with embarrassment. "i just- i just, feel like, you know..."

"is there someone you want to impress?"

"...no!"

despite the duke's impassive demeanor, a faint blush crept up his neck, visible even beneath the bandages that adorned his skin. the air grew thick with tension, the weight of the unspoken hanging between them like a physical force.

wriothesley reached out, leaning over his desk. he gently tilted your chin up with one finger, forcing you to meet his gaze. his thumb brushed lightly over your lower lip, a gesture that was somehow both tender and possessive. "tell me, little one," he murmured, "what makes you think I would agree to such a thing? and more importantly..."

"what makes you think you are ready for something like that?"

despite the heat of his touch, wriothesley's expression remained guarded, his eyes searching yours for any hint of uncertainty or doubt. the air between you was charged with a palpable tension, the weight of the unspoken hanging heavily in the space between your bodies.

[zuhaii]

the scars of eternity

tags. gn! reader, angst?, short boy xiao <3 note. inspired off "would you fall in love with me again" from epic the musical hehe ^^ just a quick draft

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the night was a canvas of shadows.

it was the kind that clung to the corners of liyue harbor, where even the ancient city seemed to hold its breath.

in the solitude of your modest dwelling, you sat, your figure silhouetted against the paper-thin window that overlooked the slumbering metropolis. the moon hung heavy in the sky, a silent observer to the countless nights you had spent in silent vigil.

a gentle breeze stirred the curtains, carrying with it the faintest hint of qingxin flowers and the distant hum of the city's heartbeat. it was a scent that haunted your dreams, a fragrance that belonged to one being alone—xiao, the vigilant yaksha, the guardian whose presence was your shield and your solace.

the soft creak of the door pulled you from your thoughts, and you turned, your heart lodged in your throat.

there, framed by the moonlight, stood the figure you had yearned for, his form as ethereal as the clouds that veiled the night sky.

"xiao," you breathed out, the name a sacred incantation on your lips. "is it really you?"

the night air seemed to thicken as xiao stepped over the threshold, his golden eyes fixed upon you with an intensity that bordered on palpable. the door closed behind him, the latch clicking into place as if sealing the two of you away from the world, from the ceaseless passage of time that cared not for the heart's quiet anguish.

he did not speak, but then, he seldom did. xiao communicated through the silent eloquence of his presence, the subtle shifts in his aura that you had learned to read as fluently as any spoken language. tonight, that aura was turbulent, a reflection of the tempest that raged within the confines of his stoic exterior.

you rose from your seat, your movements measured, as if approaching a skittish creature that might bolt at the slightest sudden motion.

"xiao," you repeated, the syllables of his name hanging between you, a fragile bridge spanning the chasm of unspoken emotions.

he took a step forward, the moonlight casting his face in a silver glow that accentuated the sharp angles and planes, the legacy of centuries etched into his being.

"i should not have come," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, yet it resonated with the weight of ancient stone.

your heart clenched at his words, a pang of sorrow lancing through you. "but you did," you countered gently, "and i am glad for it."

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the night outside your window seemed to hold its breath, mirroring the tension that now suffused the room. xiao's presence was a tangible force, a gravity that pulled at the very fabric of your being. you could feel the turmoil emanating from him, a storm of conflict that he carried like a silent burden.

"xiao," you said, your voice a soft murmur in the stillness, "you can speak to me. you can share your burdens.” 

“like you once have before," you wanted to add, to implore. his golden eyes, as long as you had known him had been guarded, never-ending pools of secrets flickered with a vulnerability that you had seldom glimpsed. it was a testament to the trust that had slowly, painstakingly blossomed between you—a trust as delicate as the qingxin flowers that scented the night air.

he moved then, a graceful glide that brought him within arm's reach. the proximity of his form sent a shiver cascading down your spine, a reminder of the potent mix of awe and fear that xiao inspired.

"speaking of my burdens," he began, his voice a low whisper that seemed to echo the distant thunder of your heartbeat, "is not a path to salvation, but to damnation. my path has always been solitary, and it is a path i must walk alone."

your hands ached to reach out, to bridge the gap that he so stubbornly maintained, but you held back, understanding the fragile dance of his trust. "you are not alone, xiao," you insisted, your words a gentle but firm rebuttal. "you had trust me once more, and you may trust me again.” 

the silence that followed was heavy with the weight of his internal struggle. you could see the muscles in his jaw clench, the subtle signs of his inner battle. it was as if he stood at the precipice of a decision that could alter the course of his eternal existence.

"i am a yaksha," he said, the words laced with a self-imposed duty that had long defined his existence. "i cannot allow you take my burden from me- it is mine to carry.” 

“and what would you think of me…if you knew all that i’d done?”

you took a step closer, your courage bolstered by the depth of your conviction. "xiao, your past does not have to be a chain that binds you to loneliness. you have shown me that even the most ancient of guards can have something worth protecting beyond their duty."

his gaze dropped to the floor, as if the weight of your words was a force that he could not withstand. "you speak of hope," he said, his voice barely a whisper, "a luxury I have long denied myself."

"hope is not a luxury, xiao," you replied, your voice steady despite the tremor that threatened to break through. "it is a necessity, a force that can sustain you through the darkest of nights. and i will stand by you, through the shadows and the light, until you see the dawn that you have guarded for so long."

the air between you seemed to shift, the barriers he had erected around his heart wavering under the gentle onslaught of your determination. xiao lifted his gaze to meet yours once more, and in that moment, you saw a flicker of something that resembled the very hope you spoke of.

"i should not have come," he repeated, but this time, the words were tinged with uncertainty rather than conviction. 

you reached out then, your hand brushing against the coolness of his arm, a tangible connection that sent ripples of warmth through you both. "stay, xiao," you implored him, your heart racing with the boldness of your request. "not out of duty or obligation, but because you want to. because here, with me, you can find a moment of peace.”

the seconds stretched out, each heartbeat a silent plea that hung in the balance. then, with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of centuries, xiao closed the distance between you, his hand coming to rest over yours.

"i will stay," he conceded, the words a quiet surrender that filled the room with a sense of cautious optimism. "for tonight, I will allow myself this respite."

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[zuhaii]

housekeeping!

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about. zuha. 18+. writer, day-dreamer, lover. any pronouns. i write fluff, angst and occasionally nsfws.

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moonlight larceny - scaramouche, suggestive; just a thief after his favorite treasure the scars of eternity - xiao, angst; "would you fall in love w/ me again"

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[zuhaii]

moonlight larceny

tags. gn! reader, implied nsfw?, thief!wanderer note. inspired off the epic the musical song, "would you fall in love

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the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a sliver glow across the room. you lay in bed, closing your eyes as you felt the cool summer breeze brush against your cheek.

"sleeping?"

a voice broke the stillness of the night. from the window, he appeared- scaramouche, the thief whose presence had become as regular as the turning of tides.

you stayed silent, pretending to be asleep, as you did every night, listening to the soft rustle of his clothes, the near-silent footfalls mastered with years of experience. the mattress dipped slightly as he sat at the foot of your bed.

you tensed slightly as his fingers brushed your face. "idiot. i don't even like you, you know." he whispered- though the venom you were met with on the first night now dulled by the tenderness with which he tucked back a stray lock of your hair.

"but here i am, night after night."

you opened your eyes a sliver, just enough to glance at him- he looked ethereal, his eyes mirroring the night sky- the richest of blues flickering with the barest hint of vulnerability.

"why do you keep coming back?" you murmured, finding slight amusement in the way his eyes darted back towards you. you propped yourself up on your elbows, the thin fabric of your nightgown slipping off one shoulder.

scaramouche's gaze lingered on the exposed skin before meeting your eyes. "i wish i knew," he admitted, voice betraying a hint of confusion that was uncharacteristic for the unusually confident thief. how could one person like you stir up feelings inside him that he'd rather keep buried?

the air between you crackled with a tension that had been building for nights uncounted. the space that separated you was a chasm that begged to be crossed, and tonight, the pull was irresistible.

"stay," you whispered, the word a soft plea that hung in the air, a challenge and an invitation all at once.

a shadow passed over scaramouche's features, a flicker of indecision that was quickly replaced by his familiar smirk. "only if you can catch me," he teased, hand withdrawing from your frame- he was going to disappear again, leave you in the dark- make you wait until the next day to see him, another dance in the dark that you had come to know by heart.

bu tonight, you were done with games. you swung your legs over the side of the bed and gave chase, your steps not as quiet as his, not as agile. by any means, he could've gotten away.

but maybe he wanted you to catch him.

you cornered him by the window, the moonlight revealing the pink that dusted his cheeks, a slight stutter in his breath as you pushed him backwards, pinning him against the wall.

"got you," you breathed.

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